The Gleaming Gemstones in:
Compulsion, Chapter 1
Taking Toni for a Test Drive
By RobSpence3
WARNING: This story contains material of a sexual nature, including but not limited to explicit descriptions of bondage and non-consensual sex. All characters and events are entirely fictional, and the author does not condone non-consensual acts in reality. If you find this subject matter offensive, please do not read any further.
Master Mechanica was not having a good day.
Glass shattered all around his mecha-suit as he flew through the First National Bank's front window, bouncing twice before coming to a stop on the concrete. He groaned and commanded the suit to stand him up, but it only managed to lift his right arm, spraying sparks all over in the process. It looked like that last punch had caved in his wrist-mounted laser, just to add insult to injury. That just fucking figures, he thought.
"Had enough, Mechanica?" came a silky voice from above him. "Won't you just give up and turn yourself in this time?"
Mechanica snarled and glared up at the two curvy figures that towered over him. "As if I'd surrender to you!" He launched one of his last remaining shoulder missiles --
-- which flew right through the heroine's immaterial body and exploded harmlessly in mid-air. Spectral Sapphire chuckled, tossing her blonde hair back. "You should really know better than that by now," she purred. "Nothing can touch me if I don't want it to!"
"For such a genius with machines, he doesn't seem to learn much of anything," Topaz Tiger said. She cracked her knuckles and slowly stalked toward Mechanica, the sexy sway of her hips proving that she wasn't taking him seriously in the slightest.
"Oh, no you don't!" Master Mechanica had been knocked around by the martial-arts mistress more than enough for one day. He activated his mecha-suit's Panic Routine, the metal unfolding around him and clamping into the sidewalk. As he rolled onto his knees and scrambled away, every muscle in his body complaining, the suit began to beep, circuitry glowing red. "This is why self-destruct functions are a good idea after all!" he laughed. "Soon my suit will destroy everything for a mile around!"
Spectral Sapphire rolled her eyes and floated down to the suit. With almost no visible effort, she tore it off the street, taking what looked like a half-ton of concrete with it. "Then all I have to do is take it a mile above the city!" she chirped. "Topaz, honey, you can finish up down here, can't you?" Without waiting for a response, Sapphire shot up into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.
"You even have to ask?" Topaz dropped to her knees, then dashed toward Mechanica on all fours. "Try not to die too quickly!" she called, readying for a leap.
But Mechanica had a plan to escape. The jungle-themed heroine's only metahuman power was her set of super-senses -- and that included smell. Before she could tackle him, he tossed a grenade from his utility belt at her face. She slashed at it with her clawed gloves, and it shredded in mid-air -- but that didn't stop it from releasing its payload of super-concentrated skunk musk. The sickly-looking liquid splashed all over Topaz's face and chest.
"Argh!" Topaz Tiger collapsed on the ground, curled up in a ball and making retching noises that almost made Mechanica want to throw up too. He'd only gotten a whiff of the stench before his mask had filtered it out, but it was enough to turn his stomach, and he could only imagine how it smelled to the super-sensitive heroine.
Not his most dignified escape, but he wasn't about to look a gift death ray in the barrel. Master Mechanica took off running before Topaz could recover, ducking into an alleyway and beginning a circuitous path home.
That evening, Mark Weber floated miserably in a hot bath, feeling the kinks and knots in his muscles finally begin to loosen. He glared across the room at the metallic mask that he'd tossed into the corner. Another day, another evil plan that ended in humiliating failure.
It was just his bad luck that he had to live in Platinum City, home of the toughest all-female super team in the USA. He could count on one hand the times he'd heard of the Gleaming Gemstones losing a fight. They sure hadn't ever lost to him. He always managed to escape, but they always managed to wreck his plans before they came to fruition.
What had being a villain gotten him, really? He'd managed to steal some money once or twice before he got on the Gemstones' radar, and that had been enough for him to move into a nice house in a nice neighborhood and to build a secret laboratory in its basement. But ever since Spectral Sapphire and her fellow heroines had started coming after him, nothing he built made any difference. Even when it was one on one, they were just... better than him.
"Computer," Mark said aloud. A hovering servant bot floated over to him, eager to serve. "Show me Sapphire and Topaz." The robot obeyed, displaying a pair of holograms. The two heroines who had beaten him black and blue today, without even trying.
Spectral Sapphire was the leader of the Gleaming Gemstones, a cheerful and energetic blonde who could make her body impermeable at will. Nothing Mechanica had tried could bring her back to the physical world; when she shifted, she was simply untouchable. And what a shame that is, he thought, eyeing her voluptuous form. Her massive breasts were as perky as her personality; sometimes Mark wondered if she used her anti-gravity power to keep them from sagging. Her low-cut blue leotard showed them off to great effect, too. And she had a nice tight rear and long, long legs to round out the package, nicely set off by high-heeled boots and a cape that didn't go past her waist.
Topaz Tiger was less curvaceous and more athletic, which only made sense given her mastery of multiple martial arts. But she was no less alluring for it. Dark hair and tanned skin underneath a tiger-striped unitard definitely drew the eye. Her bust wasn't quite as impressive as her leader's, but each tit was still more than a handful, and her thick, muscular thighs and round ass were positively mouthwatering. Sure, she could probably kill you with them, but what a way to go. Too bad he'd never get close to them in a thousand years.
Mark sighed and stood up, reaching for his towel as he stepped out of the bathtub and let it drain. The servant bot hovered out of his way, holograms vanishing. He wasn't half bad looking himself, if he did say so himself. The mirror showed him a tall, lean figure, chest and arms corded with muscles, and a nicely thick cock hanging between his legs. But the fresh bruises and the faint scars all spoke of his losses, old and new.
Maybe he should give up. Go straight. Use his inventions for the good of humanity, rather than for personal gain. When Spectral Sapphire had said it, in that sexy, compelling voice of hers, for a second he'd almost wanted to. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad....
He froze. That compelling voice of hers... He'd seen lesser criminals freeze in their tracks just from hearing her yell "stop." If he could analyze her voice, and the voices of others who possessed such influence... Pinpoint the modulations that compelled a listener to obey, amplify them... And then, apply them to his voice...
Mark felt the familiar spark of creativity ground itself in his brain, and he began to laugh. This time, this time, Master Mechanica would finally be the one to win.
For weeks, Mark slaved away in his basement, only rarely emerging to eat and sleep. Bit by bit, his new invention began to take shape. At first it was a huge mass of speakers and computer chips, but as he refined the science behind it, he was able to shrink it down more and more. Finally, it was complete: a leather collar with a centimeter-thick speaker built into it.
Mark fastened the collar around his neck, positioning the speaker directly over his voicebox. He pressed the tiny button on the side, and it powered up in an instant. "Testing, testing," he said aloud. "One, two, three." The speaker worked instantly as he spoke, detecting the vibrations of his voice and adding a strange, compelling resonance in real time.
He turned to stare at himself in the mirror on the back of the lab's door. "Kneel!" he barked, without hesitation. A shiver ran down his spine as he heard his own resonant voice, but the command didn't take hold. He felt no compulsion to obey, no desire to drop to his knees.
"Hmmm...." Mark mused, tapping the speaker's button again. "It seems I'm immune to my own commands. Which is good, but... it means I have no way to test it." As sound as the principles were, he couldn't challenge the Gemstones with it before he knew for sure that it worked. He needed a test subject that was safe to approach, just in case the collar didn't work -- or didn't work well enough. But where could he find someone like that?
A splash from outside caught his attention. Mark turned to look at his security monitor, flipping through the cameras until he reached one of his rooftop feeds. His neighbor Toni had just climbed out of her pool, clad in a sexy, strappy swimsuit that bared almost her entire body. Just one glimpse of her tanned, toned body stretched out on a deck chair was more than enough to get him charged up. She was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, but she was a haughty rich bitch who'd never given him the time of day in all the months he'd lived next to her.
If only he had some way to make her do what he wanted. Some sort of compelling collar, maybe....
Mark flashed his mirror image a lecherous grin. "I think I just found my test subject."
With a luxurious sigh, Toni Thornton reclined in her deck chair and closed her eyes, the hot summer sun beating down. After a nice long swim, there was nothing she liked better than to let the sun dry her skin. A little catlike, she'd always loved to rest in sunbeams.
That was probably part of why she'd chosen the codename "Topaz Tiger."
Life had been good for the Gleaming Gemstones lately. Master Mechanica hadn't been seen in over a month, since she and Samantha last laid the smack-down on him. (Embarrassing the way he'd escaped, but at least she'd put the fear of god into him first.) And every time they kicked his ass, the other villains of Platinum City laid low for a while too, given that sharp reminder of just how good they were. He'd be back eventually -- he always was -- but for now, Toni could enjoy a well-earned rest.
She tugged on the golden fabric of her slingshot bikini, repositioning the straps so they stayed over her nipples. She didn't have to worry about tan lines with her super uniform, but the more skin that got warmed by the sun, the better. And she had to admit it gave her a bit of a charge to know that such a sexy tanline was hidden underneath her unitard, and none of the men who drooled over Topaz Tiger would ever get to see it. Not to mention the other things she had hidden....
"Hey, Toni! How's it going?"
Toni groaned, not even trying to feign politeness. "Mark. What do you want now?" She cursed the day that Mark Weber had moved in next door to her. He wasn't bad looking, but the guy was a geek and a loser, and he never stopped trying to get her attention, no matter how many times she turned him down.
Mark had his arms crossed, leaning over the top of her fence. Next chance I get, I'm adding spikes to it, Toni promised herself. "Oh, nothing much," he said with an infuriatingly smug smile. "Just wondered if there was room in that pool for two."
"No," Toni replied curtly, closing her eyes. "Now will you leave me alone already? You're ruining my day off."
"Now, don't be like that," Mark chuckled. "I need help with something I've been working on. Why don't you open the gate and let me in?"
What was that bizarre undertone in his voice? Toni sat up and looked at Mark again. Only now did she notice the weird-looking collar he was wearing. "What the hell is that?" she demanded.
Mark scratched his stubbled chin and nodded. "That's what I was expecting," he said, his voice still sounding weirdly resonant. "Alright, then, direct it is. Toni, open the gate and let me in."
That did it. Toni practically threw herself off the desk chair, knowing but not caring that Mark's eyes were fixed on her bouncing breasts. "Listen, Mark, I've had it with you!" she snapped, stalking toward the fence. "You've done nothing but harass me since the day you moved in! Do I have to crush your fucking balls to get it through your puny little brain that I'm not interested? Because you better believe I'll do it!"
Mark just smiled at her, like he hadn't even heard her outburst. He calmly walked up to the gate and stepped through, standing on her property for the first time.
It took Toni a second to realize what had happened. Horrified, she stared at her hand, still resting on the fence's handle. "Wha... what..." she whispered.
Mark flashed her his trademark smirk. "You've got a nice place, Toni, babe. Thanks for finally letting me visit."
Toni snapped out of her shock and grabbed Mark's T-shirt, yanking hard. "You get out of here or I'll --"
"Don't move." Immediately Toni's body froze in place, her hand still fisted in his shirt. "Let go," Mark added, and it unfisted involuntarily, releasing him.
Toni stared in horror at her neighbor, briefly lost for words. She clenched her teeth and strained to move, but her body wouldn't obey her. "What's going on? How, how are you doing this?" The detached part of her brain noted that the command had only applied to her limbs; she could still breathe and move her eyes and mouth.
"My new experiment," Mark replied, pointing to the collar around his neck. "Anyone who hears me has to obey me. I've been working on it for a month, now, and it's finally complete!"
Toni gasped. She knew that voice, that mad rise in pitch every time he thought his victory approached. "You... You're him!" she breathed. "You're Master Mechanica!"
Mark -- Master Mechanica -- let out his trademark evil laugh. "Oh, you're smart, Toni. I'm impressed you recognized me! Have I been living next to a fan all this time?"
"Hardly!" Toni spat. "I'm a fan of the Gleaming Gemstones and how they always kick your ass!" He doesn't know I'm Topaz Tiger, she thought. My cover's not compromised, this is just a horrible coincidence. If I can keep him in the dark and get away long enough to contact the others...
"Oh, those days are coming to an end," Mark said, sitting down on Toni's deck chair. He was barefoot, wearing only a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants. "I'm going to use this device to crush them. I just had to be sure it worked first."
Toni's teeth clenched again. "Well, now you know," she gritted out. "Works like a charm. So why don't you go find the Gemstones and let me go back to tanning in peace?"
Mark shook his head, an amused smirk on his face. "No way, babe. There'll be time for that later. Right now, I've got you at my mercy, and in a sexy little swimsuit too. What do you think I'm gonna do?"
Oh, fuck. Toni's eyes went wide. "You're not --" What was she thinking? Of course he was, the sick, twisted pervert. "I'll scream so loud the entire complex hears me, you fucking --"
"Don't scream, Toni." She shivered as his voice caressed her ears, imagining she could feel the command sinking into her brain.
She took a deep breath, and -- "Help! Someone help me!" Her voice came out barely above normal talking volume. "I'm being raped! Help!" No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get a yell out.
"No one's going to come help," Mark purred. "But I'm not going to rape you, Toni. You're going to do all the work."
"Fuck you, you miserable piece of shit!" Toni hissed. "I'm not going to --"
"Yes, you are. You're going to do whatever I tell you to. Starting with this." Mark leaned forward. "Give me a nice sexy pose, with your hands behind your head."
Immediately Toni felt her body moving to obey his command. She growled and struggled to fight it, but it was like pushing against a concrete wall. Standing up straight with her feet slightly apart, she laced her fingers together behind her neck and arched her back. Her tits strained against the fabric of her bikini.
Mark licked his lips, and Toni suppressed a disgusted shudder. "Very nice. Lean forward and put your hands on your legs. Give me a good look at that sexy cleavage."
Again she obeyed, leaning forward and placing her hands on her thighs. In this position, her arms pressed her breasts together, and her ass stuck out behind her, the thong of the bikini riding up between her cheeks. She threw everything she had into fighting the compulsion, but the most she could do was wiggle in place. Her hands and feet felt like they were cemented down.
Mark stood up, walking around the tiles to take in Toni's pose from all angles. He slapped her ass, and she yelped, redoubling her helpless wriggling. "Goddamn, you look good like this. Spread your legs a bit more, though."
Toni scooted her feet farther apart, until her legs were almost at a 90-degree angle. Mark spanked her again, but she was ready this time, clenching her teeth and holding in the pained groan. "When I get out of this, Mark, I'm going to fucking kill you," she swore, face hot. "I'll tie you up and drop you in the pool to drown. No, first I'll cut off your dick and see if you bleed out."
"Who said you were gonna get out of this?" Mark asked in response. "Maybe I'll just keep you as my sex slave for the rest of your life."
The blood left Toni's face all at once. "You wouldn't." He'd slip up somehow -- Master Mechanica always did. But how much torment would he put her through before the slip-up came?
Mark sat down on the deck chair again, leaning back calmly. His sweatpants were tented in front, and for a moment Toni couldn't take her eyes off the thick erection hiding underneath them. It was at least as big as the biggest toy she'd ever played with. He was going to fuck her with that, wasn't he? As many times as he wanted, in whatever position he liked, until she was sweaty and sore and begging him to let her rest....
Toni shook her head. No, don't give up! There has to be some way to escape this. Keep fighting. Don't let this bastard break your spirit!
"Maybe, maybe not. Come closer and kneel next to the chair."
Toni closed the short distance, dropping to her knees next to him. With no specific command given to her hands, they rested in her lap. She briefly considered trying to grab Mark by the throat, but she wasn't close enough. Quick as she was, he'd still be able to get the word "Stop" out before she reached him.
"That swimsuit sure is sexy, but you'd look better without it. Peel it off and show me those tits."
"You smug fucking bastard, you're fucking dead...." Despite Toni's growled words, her body moved as if eager to obey. Her hands slid up her belly and over her breasts, and she peeled the straps of her sling bikini off one at a time, letting her breasts bob free. The firm globes rose and fell with her shallow breaths, drawing attention to the thin tanlines that bisected them, not to mention...
Mark sat up, grinning widely. "Holy shit, you've got piercings?" He leered at the two golden barbells that gleamed in the sunlight, simple little things she'd had put in a few months prior. "Start playing with them. Pinch and tease your nipples until I tell you to stop."
Toni groaned as her hands moved inward and palmed her breasts, squeezing hard. Each nipple was caught between finger and thumb, which squeezed and tugged and twisted at the barbells just as Mark had commanded. She tried to pull her hands away once, but doing so only forced her to stretch her breasts painfully away from her chest, so she was forced to sit and endure it.
Sparks of pleasure and pain arced up and down her spine as her fingers worked away, and she began to squirm in place, holding back the moans that threatened to escape. She'd never been satisfied with soft, slow sex -- the rougher the better, as far as she was concerned. And of course her own hands knew the best way to get her going. Her nipples quickly stiffened and swelled under her relentless touch, and she could already feel her pussy getting wet.
"Oh, you are enjoying this," Mark teased. "Take off your bikini and show me how much your body is loving this."
Toni released her aching nipples and pulled the straps of her bikini off her shoulders and down her arms. "Fuck off, Mark!" she snapped, standing up and letting the bikini fall to the ground. "I am not enjoying a minute of this fucking torture!" She stepped out of the bikini and planted her feet far apart, letting him see the arousal glistening between her thighs. It was humiliating, showing off the body she'd worked so hard on to an asshole like him. And she could feel herself blushing, which only added to the embarrassment.
And then, just to make things worse, her hands moved back to her chest. Since he hadn't yet told her she could stop teasing her nipples, her fingers went right back to toying with the stiff nubs. The first rough pinch shocked Toni, and a moan escaped her mouth before she could hold it back. She bit her lip hard, managing to limit herself to little grunts and gasps, but she couldn't stop the droplets of juice rolling down her thighs.
Mark was right, at least about this. Toni loathed him and what he was doing to her, but her body wanted more.
"Yeah, you're not enjoying this at all. I can tell by the way you're just dripping wet." Mark began to reach out for her, and she tried to cringe backward.... But he stopped halfway, pulling his hand back. "Not yet. Get on your knees again. Spread them wide, and then start fingering your pussy with one hand."
Toni obeyed, wincing as her knees hit the tiles again. She spread her thighs apart and sat on her heels under her. One hand let go of the nipple it was torturing and slid down to her pussy. Toni tried to brace herself and go slow, but her fingers had other ideas, and two of them immediately plunged deep into her tunnel. She couldn't stop the moan that came, or the one that followed it. "F-Fuck...." she breathed unsteadily, before screaming as a thrust into her pussy coincided with a pinch at her nipple.
Mark grinned and tugged his sweatpants down, just enough so that cock could bob free. God, it looked even bigger now. He was going to tear her apart! "Keep going. Tease your clit, too. And don't stop until I say you can."
Just what she'd expected. Not that she had a lot of brainpower available to think about it. All her circuits were tied up with the pleasure (and pleasurable pain) she was feeling. Her hips juddered against her rhythmically thrusting fingers, bucking extra hard every time the pad of her thumb rubbed roughly against her clit. Her nipple was throbbing now, oversensitive and rock hard, but still she pinched and twisted it, pulling on the barbell that pierced it. She was getting more and more vocal now, unable to keep herself from moaning and gasping.
"God, this is so fucking hot," Mark groaned. His hand slid up and down his shaft, keeping it nice and hard. "Alright, it's time you started pleasing me too," he finally said. "Suck me off. Get as much of my cock as you can in your mouth, don't bite, and don't stop until I fill your mouth with my cum."
That command broke through the haze of pleasure, and Toni stared up at him in horror. "No, no!" she cried. "Please, don't make me -- mmmph!" Even as she protested, her body was leaning forward, and mid-sentence, she took the massive shaft into her mouth. It tasted absolutely disgusting to her superhuman senses, musk and sweat filling her nostrils, and it filled her mouth so full that she had to breathe through her nose just to get enough air.
She bobbed her head up and down, her jaw aching as she stretched her lips around the thick rod. She tried to bite down, but once again her body refused to obey her, and her teeth only grazed against his skin. The tip banged against the back of her throat every time she moved down, making her groan in between the constant lusty moans. Pleasure was building up inside her, much to her horror and fury, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.
Now Mark was moaning too, throwing his head back as she sucked and licked at him. "Oh, fuck yeah.... God, I always knew you'd be good at this! I've been... wanting to feel your sexy mouth on me since we met...."
Toni's head bobbed faster, and she sucked with all her might. Come on, you fucker, she pleaded mentally, hurry up and come before I -- I -- oh, fuck no --
"Mmmmm-MMMMMPH!!" Those constantly working fingers were just too much for her to take. Her body seized up for an instant, then shuddered with the most powerful climax she could remember having in months. Her screams and moans were muffled by Mark's cock, but she knew he could feel the vibrations of her voice around him. Eyes clenched shut, hips bucking erratically, Toni came hard, slumping against Mark's leg with a pained groan.
But her hands didn't stop.
Toni squealed and jerked up straight again as her nipple was pinched again. The fingers inside her kept thrusting, building her up toward another orgasm before her first had even fully passed. She tried to shake her head, but still bobbing and sucking on Mark's shaft, all she could do was wiggle a few degrees either way. One particularly hot marathon session a year ago had taught her that she was multi-orgasmic to a great degree, and thanks to all her training, her endurance was almost superhuman. So if Mark didn't tell her to stop...
Her muffled moans took on a desperate tone, the aching, over-sensitized heroine begging her captor to let her rest. She looked up at him with a pleading look in her eyes, only to find his eyes closed as he lost himself in the pleasure of her mouth. His hips were starting to move underneath her, thrusting his cock into her mouth and making her gag. Please, just get this over with, Toni thought wildly....
And finally he did. Winding his hand in her hair, Mark held her down on his shaft, making a few final painful thrusts before he growled lustily and came. His seed spurted up into her mouth, jet after revolting jet coating her throat and filling her cheeks to overflowing. Toni's second orgasm hit her at the same time, and she squealed and shuddered underneath him as the painfully intense pleasure set her body aflame.
Once the last few spurts of his cum leaked out, Mark let go of Toni's hair. She immediately tried to pull away, and her body finally let her do it this time. The momentum made her lose her balance, and she fell onto her back, coughing and spitting out as much of his seed as she could. She was still fingering her pussy and tugging on her nipple, unable to pull either hand away. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, feeling a third climax approaching on the heels of the second. "Please, Mark, please, let me stop! I-I can't -- oh god -- can't take it!"
Coming down from his orgasm, Mark just grinned at her, that smug, self-centered grin she despised. "Nah, not yet. This is way too much fun to watch."
"Oh god, you twisted bastard, I'm gonna -- ah, ah, aaaahhhhh!!" Toni's thumb flicked against her clit and drove her over the edge into her third orgasm. Her back arched and her hips came up off the tiles, juddering wildly, and her pussy convulsed around her fingers, her juices dripping out and forming a puddle underneath her. She was tensed like a bowstring, and her hands still wouldn't stop, keeping her wound up tight as the climax rolled through her. She tried to beg for rest, but her mouth wouldn't work properly, and all that came out were wordless screams.
"Alright, alright," Mark finally said, finger ghosting along the length of his softened cock. "After your next climax, stop touching yourself."
Another one?! Toni thought despairingly. But it wasn't far off. Her fingers pinched and pumped and twisted and curled, never pausing or even slowing in their assault, and she went from her third orgasm immediately into the fourth, so close together that it was hard to tell where one left off and the other began. Only her head and her toes were touching the ground, the rest of her body shuddering in an arch that demonstrated her incredible flexibility. Agonizing pleasure filled her body to bursting, her vision briefly going white....
And then it was over. Toni collapsed immediately, her exhausted arms falling to either side of her. She ached all over, all the way to the bone. Her hips twitched and her pussy throbbed as the last aftershocks assaulted her. "G-God...." she moaned weakly, her throat dry and sore from screaming.
A patronizing slow clap brought her back to the real world. "That was just beautiful, Toni," Mark chuckled. "Who knew you had it in you?"
"Fuck... you...." Toni growled, rolling onto her side and curling in on herself. She wished she could just get up and run, but her body still wasn't obeying her, this time due to soreness and exhaustion. As much as she wanted to kick Mark in the balls, she was going to have to recover first.
But she should have known Mark wasn't going to let her. "You're about to, babe. Stand up."
Toni's eyes snapped open, and she stared in terror at Mark's cock, which was already hard again and stiffening with every stroke of his fingertips. She dragged herself to her feet, every muscle aching -- he wasn't giving her any time at all to recover. "Oh, god, no, Mark, please don't make me do this!" she pleaded. "At least let me rest! I'll suck you off again, give you a hand job, anything, just stop!"
"Wow, damn. Listen to you! You're always so high and mighty, and here you are, begging me for mercy." Mark was clearly loving the power he had over her.
Maybe she could use that. In any case, another way to stall for time came to her. "And... And I'm not on the pill! You, you might get me pregnant, and I'm sure you don't want to deal with that, do you?" It was a bluff, but if he bought it, Toni was certain it would at least buy her a little more time.
Mark's mouth tightened, and he leaned away from her, lying down on the deck chair. But his expression turned thoughtful, and he said, "I dunno if I buy that, Toni. Tell me the truth, are you really on the pill or not?"
Toni's mouth moved against her will, and she said, "Yes, I am. Fuck!" One hand slapped over her mouth. He could even control what she said? That invention of his was terrifying in its scope.
"Ha! I knew it!" Mark put his hands behind his head. "Nice try, sweetheart. Now --"
"Wait, please!" Toni was desperate for whatever time she could get. "Just give me a little time to recover! I'll do whatever you want, you won't even have to control me!" It was humiliating that she was even making this offer, but she didn't think she could handle the marathon fucking session that her captor was surely envisioning.
Mark paused, rubbing his chin as he contemplated her offer. Then he smiled and said, "Tempting. But it's more fun this way. Toni, come sit on my cock and start fucking me hard."
"Nooooooo...." Toni moaned despairingly as her bone-tired body moved again, climbing up onto the desk chair and straddling Mark. His T-shirt was hiked up, revealing tight abs and a trim waist. He certainly wasn't ugly, and if she'd been there of her own free will, she would have been eagerly anticipating getting that massive cock inside her. Instead she was dreading the painful pleasure he was about to force on her.
Her hips hovered over his shaft, one hand cupping it and aiming it at her aching pussy. Toni made one last weak attempt to resist, but it was useless. She dropped down onto him, instantly impaling herself in one motion. The inner walls of her throbbing pussy stretched around the thick invader, her copious juices easing its entrance, and a strangled whine escaped her as she took him to the hilt.
Toni's hips began to move, and she began to fuck Mark hard and fast as he'd commanded. She fell forward, hands landing on his chest to brace her, but her arms barely had enough strength in them to hold her up. The power of speech had left her; her weak vocalizations were limited to hoarse mewls and wails as Mark's cock speared her, drove deep into her pussy. She swore she could feel his tip pressing against the entrance to her womb, though it might have just been her imagination.
"Goddamn, that's good," Mark groaned, head thrown back against the desk chair. "Keep it up until I cum." He reached up to her breasts, touching her for the first time. She tried to squirm away from his rough touch, but his fingers caught her nipple piercings and tugged her back down. He played even rougher than she did, pinching and twisting the stiff nubs until he got her to shriek with pleasure and pain. Soon he pulled her closer and captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting and making Toni groan and writhe in his lap.
Just as she had feared, this was truly a marathon fucking session. Mark was in no hurry to cum after she'd sucked him off; his hips rolled almost leisurely underneath her. But Toni could feel the pleasure building into another climax, the pressure inside her building and building until it burst, and she threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm hit. One turned into two, and two rolled into a third, and more and more followed until Toni felt like she was constantly orgasming, trapped in a loop of agonizing pleasure and desperately gasping for breath. And thanks to her endurance training, she couldn't even pass out....
It felt like hours, days, before Mark finally, mercifully came. It was the helpless orgasmic pulsing of her inner walls that drove him over the edge, and the hot seed spurting deep into her pussy forced the helpless heroine into one last wild, screaming climax. She collapsed on top of him, her hips finally stilling, panting and moaning as she began to come down from the plateau she'd been trapped on. She couldn't speak. She could barely think -- every time she tried to line a sentence up, another aftershock rolled through her and left her twitching in Mark's lap.
After a minute or two, Mark shifted underneath her, his soft cock slipping out of her pussy. She groaned at the disgusting feeling of his cum leaking out of her and rolling down her inner thighs. "That was the best fuck I've ever had," he said with a grin. "Good work, Toni."
"Drop dead... you sick pervert...." Toni moaned. He rolled her onto the deck chair on her back, slipping out from under her. Her body felt as limp as overcooked spaghetti. "Are you finally fucking satisfied, you bastard?"
"I think so. I'm tempted to take you back home and chain you up in my basement...." Toni tensed up as Mark paused, seemingly giving great thought to the idea. "Nah, somebody'd notice. I'll just let you have the rest of the day to yourself."
"Thank god," she sighed. He'd practically broken her in half, but now it was over, and he hadn't even figured out her identity. As soon as he was gone, she could go tell the rest of the Gleaming Gemstones that she'd found Master Mechanica, and then the twisted freak was dead.
Mark stood up, pulling on his sweatpants again, and tossed a towel onto Toni's sweaty, aching body. "Clean yourself up and put your bikini back on. There's just one more thing I gotta try before I go."
Wincing, Toni slowly picked up the towel, mopping up the mixture of juices and cum that plastered her inner thighs. Once that was done, she reached down to pick up her bikini, slipping it back on and sighing with relief. "What's that?" she asked dully, dreading the answer.
"Well, I can't have you telling anybody who I am, right? Fall asleep when I finish talking, and forget everything that happened since I came over to your fence."
Toni's eyes widened, but before she could really register what that last command meant, she was unconscious.
Toni yawned and stretched out her arms, arching against the deck chair. "Huh...?" she murmured, voice rough. "Oh, I must've dozed off." She draped her legs over the side of the chair, and the aching in all her limbs made her groan.
Why on earth was she so sore all over? She must have overdone it with the swimming earlier. Carefully, taking halting steps one at a time, Toni made her way back into her house. She'd have to take a nice hot bath and curl up in bed.
And maybe she'd light a few scented candles, and have a bite to eat. There was this terrible smell and taste in her mouth that she just couldn't identify....
TO BE CONTINUED....