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by Claudia Balvenie

  She heard him pull the belt free from his pants. Then he popped it in front of her, letting the whipping sound echo threateningly across the room.

  “You are such a slut, aren't you? My God, you're being tortured, and I think you even like it.” He slapped the belt against her rear, once more driving a shriek from her lips. He did it again, in the same place he'd hit repeatedly with the ruler, making it even more painful.

  “So do you claim that you have never met any gifted? What about Bruce and Jamal?”

  When finally she caught her breath, she asked, “Do you mean the two men you put me in the cell with?”

  Another time the belt tore across her rear. “Yes, you know I do”

  “They.. why did you do that? Why did you put me, defenseless, and alone, in a cage with those two huge, strong men? Do you know what they did to me?” What she urged them to do to her, that is. Because of what she took from them, she knew she could rip these cuffs in two at any point. Then again, it wasn't easy to come across such a dominant man, why give up this fun?

  He laughed then. “Come now. We both know you are far more powerful than either of them were. That's why they were taken away from your cell unconscious.”

  His voice lowered dangerously. “You will tell me how you did it.”

  “I didn't do anything!” She protested, yet again.

  This was not the answer he wanted. He began to spank her in a flurry, over and over the belt bit into her skin. He was losing control already. The belt stopped being confined to her rear, and moved to her back, to her thighs. She couldn't hold back the screams, but let them flow. He seemed to like to hear them, and would often hit the same place repeatedly if she had a particularly good scream.

  Finally he stopped, stepping away. She could hear him catching his breath, the taking a gulp of something. She on the other hand, hung heavily from the handcuffs, trying to look innocent and defeated in her posture.

  Finally she could hear him stand back up, walking in front of her.

  “You are going to give me all of the answers I want.”

  He ripped the hood from her face.

  CHAPTER 4

  Leah blinked repeatedly as she was overwhelmed by the sudden brightness of the room. She was in a large office, one lined with built in bookshelves, lined with the sort of books one gets for décor, not necessarily to read. The desk in front of her was huge, expensive mahogany, while the chairs were large, plush, and lined with rivets. Clearly her torturer was someone important.

  He leaned against the desk, her hood in one hand, his belt in the other. He was tall and muscular, his skin dark, but not African. Indian would be her best guess. Dark hair was pulled back from his face, a goatee framed his ample lips. He wore glasses and a lab coat. It was not the typical torturer get up. Of course, did she really know any torturers?

  “Not what you expected?”

  “I... I mean, I thought...”

  “You look at me and think, how could I truly get you to confess anything? Despite how much I enjoyed watching the lashes tear into that pretty pink skin of yours, you can deny me forever.”

  It had crossed her mind. She'd expected fingers to be broken, nails to be ripped off. Of course, she would have fled before then.

  “But I have a secret.” He pulled his glasses away from his face, folded them carefully and lay them into their case. When he looked back up, his brown eyes had faded into an icy blue.

  “See, dear girl, I too am gifted.”

  His eyes locked onto hers. She felt herself falling inside, deeper and deeper into the icy depths. She could feel his power reaching inside of her, urging her to obey, to submit to his every demand. Deeper and deeper she feel, drowning inside of him.

  Finally she blinked, and realized he'd walked away. The mechanism that had held her aloft was being lowered, and she felt her feet touch the ground. When he returned, he reached upward, unlocking her handcuffs.

  “I do enjoy watching a whore being tied up, but I want you to understand your predicament, my dear.” He pulled the cuffs away, laying them on his desk, open. She began to rub her wrists.

  “You are no longer any danger to me, no matter what your power is.” He very deliberately moved forward, his fingers reaching out to her, slowly cupping her large breast. He squeezed it, possessively.

  “You are mine.”

  His thick fingers pulled at her already rock-hard nipples, urging them further and further into excitement. His other hand began to mirror the movements, mounding and squeezing at the breasts, tugging at her reddened nipples.

  “What is your power?” He stated, simply. She had no choice, she had to tell him.

  She began to speak before she could stop herself. “I can steal other powers.”

  He paused for a second then, as if it consider she might be able to overwhelm his own. Ultimately his own confidence won over. He pinched one of the nipples savagely. Clearly he had no idea her power was already forcing him down this path, not the other way around.

  “And how many men have you done this to?”

  “I'm not.. sure..” she gasped out, through the pain and pleasure of his ministrations.

  “Explain.” He leaned forward, letting his tongue run against her pink nipples. It was so strange to see his dark skin against her own pale.

  “I, well I didn't know I was like this. And it works with the non-gifted too.”

  He pulled his tongue away for a mere moment, before moving to taste the other. “How many gifted?”

  Another moan escaped her lips as he sucked down on her nipple. “Four.”

  “Who?” He asked, before letting his teeth graze against it.

  “The Fireman, Bruce, Jamal, and another who's name I don't remember.”

  “Kneel.” He commanded. She did as he wished, she had no choice. Slowly he unbuttoned his dress pants, then began to pull down the zipper. Another simple movement and she was face to face with his long, uncut, brown dick. He slowly began to run his hand up and down it, the extra skin moving strangely, as she was unaccustomed to the uncut. She reached forward to touch it.

  “Stop. You will do as I command, understood?” Her hand stopped mid movement. He kept stroking it above her, his pre-cum beginning to bead above her. “What power did the fourth one have?”

  “Seduction, Sir.”

  He laughed then. “Seduction? Of course.”

  He stabbed his dick directly down her throat. He did not give her any time to get used to it, she simply had an empty mouth, and suddenly it was full. She'd never tasted an uncut man before. He did not seem to care. He only wanted his own pleasure. It was something she particularly enjoyed, seeing what a man would do when he only care for his own desires. She liked to see a man who thought he couldn't be stopped.

  Over and over he plunged himself, deep into her tight throat. His dick was already large, taking up most of her mouth. She could feel that extra skin as it moved against him, and urged it on with her tongue. He had not forbidden her to help him achieve his excitement. As he pushed further and further into her esophagus, she swallowed around him, letting her mouth tighten around his cock.

  He thrust inside, over and over, plunging his dark dick deep into her satiny mouth. His hand moved behind her head, guiding her back and forth, using her face to fuck himself. He kept going, deeper and deeper, harder and faster.

  Then she began to suck.

  She could feel him growing even harder inside of her. It seemed to be more than he could bear. His hands went to either side of her skill, holding her steady while he thrust his hips repeatedly against her face. Her eyes were a mass of his dark skin and dark, curly pubic hair as he slammed inside repeatedly. She kept the suction going, one long stream of pulling his dick inside of her, further and further, not allowing it to pull away.

  He groaned, deep and loud, throwing his head back. It was as masculine a sound as she'd ever heard, but she couldn't enjoy it. She was suddenly choking on the explosion of juices releasing deep inside her throat. Wave af
ter wave he released, some coating her esophagus, others shooting back up, filling her mouth as he began to pull out. When he finally jerked the head out from between her lips, his hands were on his dick again, pumping it, spraying yet another explosion of white across her face and lips.

  She reached up and wiped her eyes. He was still before her, unnaturally hard and straining. It was as if he hadn't just released.

  “I'm going to bury myself in that sweet whore pussy of yours now. Stand up.”

  She did as he commanded.

  He used one arm to push the desk clean, letting all of his papers, pens, and other office supplies clatter to the floor. He pushed her down onto the desk, her back against it. He yanked her legs apart as wide as they would go, holding her knees to keep them there.

  She was glad she was already dripping. He shoved his dick, already fifty percent larger than before, straight into her canal.

  She shrieked again as he invaded her. She was naturally tight, and he enjoyed causing her pain. She could almost feel herself ripping in two. Over and over he slammed inside, pulling her legs further and further apart, slamming himself all the way to the hilt.

  “Tell me of the unknown man. How did you find him?” he commanded, his dick tearing inside of her.

  She had to obey his commands. It was his gift, after all. “I didn't find him, he found me. I didn't even know about my power, it was right when all the gifts began to present, worldwide.”

  He groaned again, thrusting in and out of her. She was finding it hard to concentrate, but still had to explain.

  “He found me, while I was walking home. You see, he had this seductive aura. He could make any woman do anything he wanted.”

  He pushed her knees together, then bundled them up against her chest, making her hole even tighter. She knew he didn't need it so tight, he was growing larger and larger the more exposed he was to her ability.

  “He didn't even tell me his name. He just looked at me, and held out his hand. I was powerless to stop him. He took me to his place. He tied me up. Just like you did.”

  Her torturer seemed to be enjoying the story. He jerked her by the shoulders then, spinning her around so that her rear was in the air. He could see all the marks he'd made during the spanking. He plunged back in, over and over.

  “He did things to me, unspeakable things.” A soft moan escaped her throat. His balls were slamming into her clit as he smashed down into her. He had not bothered with a condom, she wondered if he knew they were unprotected?

  “And I loved all of them.”

  That was enough for him. Another groan tore through his throat. His movements became erratic, harder if that was even possible. His massive dick slammed inside, until finally he released wave after wave of his seed, deep inside her fertile womb. She thought there was no way he could have any juices left, but his balls kept pumping them out, over and over, spraying her walls. Then he pulled his dick out of her, holding her throat down with one hand, and sprayed yet again all over her back, coating her body in his thick, juicy seed.

  He spent a long moment still holding her down, catching his breath.

  “And now you belong to me.”

  Her laughter sounded below him. His hand was still touching her bare neck. It was all that she needed. She let her power loose.

  He pulled away as if he'd touched a viper, but it was already too late for him. She kept laughing, she couldn't contain it. She'd taken down yet another super villain, one she hadn't even expected to find.

  He fell to the ground, clutching his hand. His dick still stood tall and strong, now addicted to her. But his mind, well, that was no longer as powerful as it once was.

  She stood before him, nude and regal, her eyes slowly fading to an ice blue.

  “No. You belong to me. And you are going to help me become even more powerful.”

  Invasion of the Invisible Man

  Prey of the Super Villains #4

  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 sitting, nude and ignored, on the Doctor's knee.

  He was fully clothed, his glasses peering into the computer screen. He was dark skinned, Indian she suspected. His hair was slicked back perfectly. But his attractiveness was not the reason she was there.

  She was utterly still, trying not to raise his attention. He was finally getting to the information she needed. They'd been alone in his large office for a while, but he'd finally relaxed enough to go back to his work.

  One of his hands wrapped around her thin waist. The other navigated with the mouse. Her eyes moved down to his dark brown fingers clutching her pale, Asian skin. He was so possessive. He believed she was his, completely. He'd even secured a collar around her thin neck, along with a leash that he kept wrapped around his wrist. Even that was loose though. He did not fear her, trusting in his own telepathic powers to keep her docile.

  It was a mistake.

  She'd been brought to this nondescript building that was owned by some undisclosed governmental branch. They told her she had to be kept under lock and key, since she was one of the “cursed.” No longer a normal human, she instead was the possessor of a preternatural power. Obviously, she could not be allowed to roam free.

  In front of her, he had pulled it up. The master list. The list of all the prisoners at the facility, and their powers. She stilled, trying desperately not to draw his attention, and trying to commit every one to memory.

  His dark brown fingers moved upwards, cupping her full breast. He turned from the screen, nuzzling her neck. He was distracted, at exactly the wrong time.

  “Time for you to earn your keep,” he chuckled. He drew his teeth along her neck. Her eyes raced, trying to read the whole page, to learn every prisoner, but his mouth grew more insistent. She could feel him growing against her thigh, as his knee slipped between her legs provocatively.

  When she didn't move immediately, he pulled his head away. His dominant gaze pierced her eyes. His voice had the surety of command, a man who could not fathom being denied.

  “On your knees.”

  She knew for certain, then. His power was gone. He could not force her do anything at all. What she did was under her own control, not his.

  She'd yet to be with one she'd stolen from afterward. Her curse was to steal the curses of others, to make them her own. When she released for him, she'd taken his very essence into herself. Part of her wondered if those powers she gained were merely replicated. Now she knew for sure. His ability to issue unbreakable commands belonged to her now.

  And he had no idea.

  She slowly slid off of his knee, onto the ground. She was between his legs, her eyes staring up into his. He'd given her no further commands, but she could see the lust forming in his dark eyes. He thought she was nude and helpless to him.

  “Free me.” He stated, simply. He tugged on the leash, pulling her neck closer to his growing arousal, reminding her who was in charge.

  She slowly ran her tongue over her lips, letting the second of her powers seep into the air. She had an ability to raise the arousal of those who had even the mildest interest. She could fan the flames of lust to their full, extraordinary potential. She wanted nothing more than a man who completely lost control. Else, why would she be here? His powers were hers, now.

  Her thin, pale fingertips unbuttoned his pants. He sharply inhaled. She slowly tugged at the zipper, knowing the sharp teeth were pressing against his massive arousal. If it hurt him, he did not show it. He reached down, yanking himself out of his underwear.

  It stood before her, dark and massive. She could see the veins running along the sides, pumping the excess of blood, making him stand fully at attention. It was a proud, cruel cock. It
was just like the man who wielded it.

  “Pleasure me.” He commanded.

  It was a very open ended request. She was supposed to bring her own interpretation to it. She slowly wrapped her thin, pale hands around his massive length. She knew it was larger than her wrist, as she could not touch her fingertips together.