Prey of the Super Villains Mega Bundle: Rough Interracial MMF Menage BDSM

by Claudia Balvenie

  Bruce discovered that when he let his fingers run lower. “Hah. This cunt loves it.”

  Jamal chuckled above her, and it turned into a moan. “Fuck yes, it's been so long....” He pulled his hips back, and slammed forward again, pushing even deeper, even more of that massive dick inside of her, not caring that she was having to struggle to breathe.

  Finally, she felt his massive balls settle upon her chin, and he took a long moment to appreciate it. She let her eyes rise to his, and very slowly, very deliberately, she swallowed.

  She watched him flinch above. She knew how good that would feel to him, and it did the trick. Suddenly he was mad with desire, and began to pump in and out of her mouth, forcing his massive dick into her tiny mouth.

  Bruce was tugging at her pants, pulling them slowly down past her hips She kept her eyes focused on Jamal while Bruce began to slip his finger inside of her. He massaged her clit at the same time with one hand, while the other kept mounding and squeezing her breast. Her bound hands lay in front of her, useless, helpless.

  “She's virgin tight, Jamal. I gotta have her.”

  Jamal's eyes were half closed in lust, but he nodded slightly. The two of them moved her so that she was on all fours on the bench. Her handcuffed hands held her up uncomfortably. Once situated, Jamal resumed shoving his hips against her lips, the new position allowing an even deeper penetration on her throat.

  She felt Bruce pulling down her pants to her knees and fully revealing her innermost parts to his lecherous eyes. He once again slipped his finger down her narrow slit, teasing at her clit, then back to her tight hole.

  “Look here cunt, this is going to hurt. A lot.” She felt him rummaging about, and then felt the thud of a massive hard dick being dropped against her rear. He smacked it several more times against her, making sure he had her attention. “I'm going to tear you in two, got it? And when I'm done, you'll get fat with my kid.”

  Jamal had tossed his head back in pleasure, but was still aware enough to comment. “Or mine.”

  She felt her body tighten at the threat of being impregnated by these unnaturally strong men. She could feel how much power they had in the hands that Jamal lay on either side of her face, and Bruce's hands that now lay on her hips. They could crush her tiny body like a twig.

  And Bruce was guiding his dick into her tight hole. He was massive. He kept missing, since she was so tight, and he was so large. He stuck his finger back in, pumping in and out, trying to widen it just enough to trick it to taking him.

  Finally, after he tried with two, and then stretched her out for three fingers, he was able to shove his dick inside of her. She felt the head being forced in, her body struggling to accommodate it. Then, as powerful as he was, he was able to force more and more inside, pulling out just enough for the head to keep it pinned inside, then thrusting in again to take even more.

  He wasn't lying about the pain. She screamed against the dick that mercilessly invaded her throat.

  Jamal laughed above her. “Scream all you want, bitch. It feels so good when you do...”

  “Best ones are always screaming, eh?” Bruce stated, shoving even more of himself in, pulling her own hole apart even further. It was a downside to the gifted tightness that she had. She could make them want her, she could drive them mad with lust, and she could accommodate any sort of man extremely tightly. Her body always grew back after this rough sex. But she always felt it, always.

  And it was amazing.

  And so she screamed for them both, inch after inch, as Bruce widened her body enough to take his fat dick deep inside. Further and further he went, touching places she thought no man ever would, until she felt certain he had a direct line to her unprotected womb. Perhaps he truly would impregnate her? She felt her body clinch in excitement.

  Finally, both of her orifices were completely filled, and the two men had to start working together. Bruce jerked her backwards, his great strength making it easy, then, Jamal jerked her back to him. And so it went, the two of them finding their rhythm, stretching her body to it's very limits and beyond, tearing screams from her throat, as she gasped to get enough air.

  Neither cared for her pleasure. They'd been alone for so long, left to their own devices. They were the kind of men accustomed to taking anything they desired. And she was what they wanted. So they took her, thrusting inside of her over and over.

  She was surprised either man had lasted this long, but she knew Jamal was close. She felt him losing his rhythm, suddenly jerking her head against his dick in a different way than Bruce was from behind. Bruce kept up his steady pounding, but Jamal finally, with a huge thrust, stabbed his massive prick all the way down her throat and unloaded, wave after wave of his thick seed coating her esophagus and pouring into her stomach.

  He stayed there for a long moment, catching his breath, but her ingesting all of his juices was having an influence on Bruce. He sped up, his balls slapping against her clit so hard that she thought it might bruise. He didn't care. Finally, when she thought he could go no faster, she felt him explode inside of her. His dick trembled inside, as wave after wave released inside her unprotected womb, coating every inch of it was his unknown seed.

  When his cries began to die down, she realized that Jamal, still rock hard, was once again fucking her mouth. She had expected him to pull out, but he'd had too much of her power in too small of a room. He was going to keep going.

  Bruce too, was affected by her power. He did not loose an inch, indeed, his dick seemed to be expanding inside of her. She could feel her body protest as it invaded again, her body still full of his seed. She felt Bruce began to reach between her legs from the front, rubbing her clit as if to make her even more wet.

  Both kept pounding as she merely took what they were giving her, her cuffed hands holding her up and keeping her pinned. She focused on the pleasure between her legs, the fact that she was trapped, that she was helpless to whatever they were doing to her. She let the feeling of being used move through her body, making her more and more excited, knowing she could not fight back to anything these men did to her. And as one exploded again in her mouth, and the other once more released deep inside of her womb, she too found herself orgasming simultaneously to both men.

  And letting her power go.

  It was so much more intense for her, feeling her orgasm ripping through her body at the same time that her gift did. As they had invaded her, she invaded them, taking their unnatural strength, adding it to her own. Finally, as all three of their screams died down, both men fell away from her, unconscious, to the concrete floor. They would survive, but they would never again be able to take anything from anyone.

  Leah grinned. There was nothing better than proving your superiority to those who thought you were useless. She tugged her pants back up and pulled the drawstring tight. She coughed to clear her throat, and walked to the camera.

  “I've done your dirty work. It's time to discuss exactly why I'm here.”

  Taken by the Telepath

  Prey of the Super Villains #3

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @ClaudiaBalvenie

  www.claudiabalvenie.com

  Copyright 2015.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  CHAPTER 1

  Leah was alone in the cell.

  A few hours before, the same hazmat suited men that visited her before had entered the room, forcefully removing her clothing and spraying her down, once more invading her most intimate places with their high intensity water pressure.

  She watched the camera tilt towards her assault, as they used those thick brushes to scrub her body raw. When they were finished, the men carried the other two prisoners away. They were both unconscious and helpless. That was Leah's fault.

  Several months back, the world became aware of a brand of “gifted” individuals. Random men we
re suddenly more than normal. Suddenly, crime had become a lot more difficult to fight. It's one thing to stop masked and armored men when they were trying to get into a bank vault. What does the normal cop do when someone breaks in and can freeze anything they touch?

  Lawlessness abounded. Every night the news, worldwide, would be filled with what the “cursed” had done that day. Major cities had their famous ones, the ones who were now truly in charge. For her city that had been The Fireman. He'd united all of the cities gangs into one huge criminal organization.

  And then he met Leah.

  She was still disappointed she had not yet had time to practice her new-found power over fire. Even now, after she was alone, nude, pacing her cell, she couldn't stretch out her new talents to see what she could do. The camera watched her every move. Her hands were still handcuffed in front of her, but at least the hood was gone.

  She was being held prisoner by the government, at least, she assumed that was who it was. The men had flashed badges at her, but who knew if they were legit? And so she paced, planning her next move. She was torn. Part of her wanted to use her stolen powers to break out, no one could stop her. She was twice as strong as the men she'd just defeated, even if the fire powers were untested. She could go home, really concentrate on her next move.

  Yet she knew she could not leave. This was where the government had been storing the captured gifted. So far her own imprisonment had already yielded fantastic results. And until they discovered how she was doing it, how many more powers could she gain?

  And so she paced, and she waited. How long had it been since she'd been scrubbed down? How long since they took her clothing? Her body had fully air dried, her long black hair fell down her back. Who was watching her? What were their plans? Perhaps that was what was taking so long, they were not sure what she was.

  She felt the change in the air pressure as the door was unlocked. It slid open, and the two men in Hazmat suits stepped forward. They did not speak, nor had they the whole time before. Their masks were tinted, and she could not tell anything about their features. They could be aliens for all she knew.

  One of the men pulled a piece of dark cloth over her head. The hood obscured her sight completely, and blocked her hearing and smell. Each wrapped one of their thick, gloved hands around her bound upper arm, and began to guide her outside of the cell. She let them lead her, helpless, to whatever was to happen next.

  CHAPTER 2

  Leah was led through corridor after corridor, until finally being brought into another locked room. This one was different than the others. It felt warmer, and smelled musty. Her bare feet sunk into the thick carpet, different from the cold stone and tile of every other room she'd been through.

  Another person was in the room. She heard the squeak of an office chair being pushed to the side, the sound of a man walking towards her. His steps were muffled due to the carpet.

  The men to either side kept their tight hold on her arm, but the man in front stood still for a long moment, his eyes no doubt searching her nude form. She felt her nipples grow hard, and a blush rise to her cheeks. To think this man, a stranger to her, was taking in every intimate detail of her body? He thought she could not escape, he believed her completely powerless.

  It was his mistake.

  Then he began a circle around the three of them. She felt the air change as he moved behind, his eyes no doubt taking in her long legs, her well formed rear. She felt the goose flesh rise. He completed the circuit, taking in her large breasts. She wondered if he would be surprised to see she was Asian?

  “Suspend her.”

  His commanding voice, it was the same one that had come over the intercom earlier. She wondered if he was the one in charge of her captivity?

  One of the suited men easily lifted her off the ground, while the other lifted her handcuffed hands over her head. She felt him attach them to some sort of device, then move off to the side. She heard the sound of a machine cranking. Finally, the one who'd held her around the waist let go.

  She was hanging from the ceiling by the cuffs, her feet unable to touch the ground. She felt her body sway back and forth slowly like a pendulum, though she still was unable to see her surroundings.

  “Leave us,” came the man's voice, different this time, deeper. She could hear it, barely hidden lust.

  The men did as he asked, she could hear their muffled footsteps and the door close behind them. But the air did not change at all, it was as if he had not moved. She could only assume he was still staring at her nude form, dangling from the ceiling.

  After what seemed like an eternity, that deep voice spoke again. “Do you understand what is going to happen to you?”

  She shook her hooded head.

  “You are going to answer some questions. And if I don't like the answers...” She heard the sharp sound of wood, slamming against the desk. Perhaps he had a ruler or some other device... “Then we will try again until you tell me what I want.”

  He stepped closer to her, his body taller than hers, heat radiating off of him. His breath was hot against her neck, through the hood, as he leaned over her imposingly.

  “Do you understand?”

  His words, his voice, all thrilled her to her very core. He was so strong, so dominant, so confident. He was going to take whatever he wanted to her, no matter her desire on the matter. He might think now that he would only be taking her statement, her confession, whatever it was he wanted.

  But by the end of it, she knew he'd be taking her as well. Her body shuddered in excitement. He chucked darkly above her, no doubt taking her shudders for fear.

  “Shall we begin?”

  CHAPTER 3

  “What do you know of the gifted?” he asked, taking a step away from her. She thought she heard him pick up something off the desk, perhaps a clipboard.

  “I...” she began, her voice still muffled through the hood. “Only what the news says.”

  She heard him scribble a bit. “I see. So you claim to have never met any of them?”

  “How would I know?” She said, a bit of attitude creeping into her voice.

  “'Sir'”, he corrected. “When speaking to your superior, you may refer to me as 'Sir.'”

  She felt a smile touch the corner of her lips at that. She was glad of the hood to mask her expression. “Yes, Sir.” She corrected, not letting any of the mirth she felt touch her words.

  “Now, elaborate.”

  “On?”

  “Why you think you would not know if you'd met a gifted person.”

  “Well, Sir, I would think that to be obvious. If they were not currently using their powers, how would I know that they were gifted?”

  He was silent for a long moment. “Which gifted have you met?”

  “Sir?”

  She could feel the heat rising in his voice already. He was a torturer with a quick temper. That seemed like a poor choice of profession, but it was not hers to judge.

  “We know you met the Fireman.”

  She was going to make him fight for the answers. “The Fireman, Sir? I think I would remember that.”

  Suddenly, she felt the ruler slam into her bare rear end. The snap of the sound reverberated in her ears, and she could feel the metal of one end cut into her flesh. She couldn't suppress the shriek that tore from her lips.

  “Do not lie to me. How do you know The Fireman?”

  “I don't, Sir! I don't know him!”

  Another slash into her rear of the ruler. Another shriek. Then he kept spanking her with it, over and over letting the wood and metal tear into her flesh. Each slash caused her suspended body to jerk forward.

  “You do know him!” He cried through gritted teeth. We found him in the same alleyway that you wandered out of.

  “I didn't know! He was just a guy, I swear! He'd bought me all these drinks...”

  “And what, you are some dirty whore who will fuck any man who buys you a drink?” He stopped the brutal assault on her rear.

  She ha
d already begun to let her power seep into the room. He'd already breathed it in, soon he would be lost to it. All that was required was that he have at least some attraction to her, and she would be able to grow it exponentially. His desire would spiral out of control, until he simply could not contain himself. He would take her, no matter her wishes on the matter. It was a perfect situation. She wanted to be forced, and he wanted to do so. She so loved being gifted.

  She heard him begin to tug at his belt. She wondered if he were already abandoning his mission, if he was going to just do her right then and there. Her lips quivered, imagining him unzipping his pants, pulling himself out, and parting her legs. Would he take her while she was still suspended, perhaps from behind? Would she be filled with the seed of a man who's face she could not even see? A soft moan escaped her lips.