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by Claudia Balvenie

  He was still for several long moments. She thought he must be enjoying the sight of her body. She could feel his free hand as it caressed her large breast. He was so very careful and deliberate with his actions. This was a man who knew he was going to take what he wanted, and nothing could stop him.

  Leah couldn't wait.

  She felt the head once more probing against the entrance to her canal. It was so wide, wider even than the massiveness the Doctor had. It was going to be hard to take, but she was lucky that he'd been so slow and careful with everything so far. If he intended to fuck her while she was asleep, he would have to be very delicate with his movements.

  With one tremendous thrust, he dropped her illusion. Her eyes flew open as he tore inside her canal, ripping a scream from her lips.

  She saw no one.

  No, that couldn't be right. She felt the hand pinning her wrists above her head. She could feel that massive cock as it was tearing her in two. He flopped his full weight on top of her body, laughing darkly.

  “What? Who?” She shrieked, and suddenly felt two fingers reach into her mouth, silencing her. The laugher continued, as he pulled himself from her grasping tunnel, only to thrust once more inside, his weight heavy on top of her own.

  “Does it matter? You can't see me.” A low moan escaped his throat as he pulled out and brutally thrust forward again. “For all you know, one day you might pass me on the street. I'll know I had you, I took you, I made you mine. And you will have no idea...”

  She felt her body clinching again at the thought. This man thought to use her and get away with it. Ah, well, that happened to her a lot.

  “Oh, I see you like it, hmm?” He laughed and began to move a little faster, his fat dick taking every inch that her tunnel could offer. “You're a good girl who just wants to be a slut.”

  “But don't worry,” he continued, his thrust growing faster and deeper, if it were even possible. “You're not a slut if you never see me. You can just be used like you want to be used.”

  He was closer to the truth that he realized. She felt as if she might go over the edge, right then. She though about what the camera on the other side of the room must see. Her hole, stretched as wide as possible, moving on it's own, while her hands were pinned down. She'd have to remember to get that tape from the Doctor before she destroyed this place. Or all of her tapes. Yes, all of them.

  “Well, you might be a little whore if I get you pregnant...” his thrust became even faster, if it were possible, his voice becoming ragged. “Wouldn't you like that? No idea who knocked you up...”

  It was as if the thought was too much for him. She felt his body grow rigid above her. He was losing his rhythm. She too, was growing close. The idea of being helpless to an unknown invader? It undid her. She spasmed in orgasm, clinching around his unseen dick, sending his body over the edge at the same time.

  But it was not the only thing that happened at that exact moment. She let her power, the only one she was actually born with, crawl into his body. As it sunk in, it grabbed that essence, the very thing that gave him his abilities, sucking it into her. And as she cried out in release, not only of her orgasm, but of her power, the man above her too erupted, coating her unprotected womb in his thick white juices.

  Above her, the depleted man passed out, losing his ability to stay invisible.

  She laughed, tossing him off of her easily. He was an incredibly vanilla man, one she would have never spared a glance at on the street. No, he would never have gotten her attention without his abilities. Lucky for him. She pulled the blanket back up to her chest, intending to finish sleeping through the night

  She had one more power added to her repertoire.

  Savaged by the Shapeshifter

  Prey of the Super Villains #5

  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

  “It's strange, my pet,” the Doctor began, as he arranged the collar around her neck. He lifted her hair out of the way, almost tenderly. “You've opened new worlds to me.”

  He pulled the leather through the buckle, cinching the collar tight against her pale, thin neck. The leash came next, clipping to a loop at the front. The doctor wrapped the end of the leash around his hand, pulling her closer to him until her nude form pressed against his lab coat.

  The dark skinned man chuckled cruelly, letting his thick fingertips roam possessively down her body from the hollow of her neck to her large breast. He cupped it in his hand, then ran his thumb along her nipple. Her body already blushed with arousal.

  “I want to show you something,” He said. He let loose some slack from the leash, guiding her down the antiseptic hallways of the governmental building. She kept her head lowered as they passed other workers. Doctors, military contractors, bureaucrats, all of them looked up as she past. No one spoke, but their lustful gazes followed the curves of her nakedness. Perhaps it was customary to transport prisoners in the nude, but their gazes made her think otherwise. Then again, she was the first cursed female to be found. Perhaps it was just odd?

  She trailed behind him, obediently, her bare feet cold on the concrete floor. Leah was only here because of her powers. Not long ago seemingly random individuals began to exhibit preternatural abilities. The government struggled to bring them under control, but these men were still running rampant over the nation, taking whatever they desired.

  When Leah discovered her own ability, she knew it was her destiny to stop them. She'd watched as the men, drunk on their own power had murdered and pillaged. No one had knew how to stop the onslaught, no one but Leah. Her ability to steal their very essence, cutting them off from the powers that they'd used for evil? That was her role in life. She thought herself a hero of sorts.

  The fact that she could also use her abilities to explore her own dark lusts, well, that was just a bonus. Innocent but brutal bondage and domination, that was what she was after.

  The Doctor opened the door finally to a small room covered in televisions. Their entry startled the man who was controlling the video screens. He knocked his lunch over onto the floor in his haste. He scrambled to stop the spilling of his soda.

  “A man who can see everything in the whole facility, startled by someone at his door?” The doctor asked, though he obviously very well knew what the man was up to. “Whatever could have distracted you so?”

  The man look horrified, and quickly reached for his buttons, trying to switch the screen off. But it was too late, they had both seen what he was watching. It was in one small corner screen while pictures of the rest of the facility in real time flowed across all the others.

  “Now, now, why don't you pull that up on the big screen... Mike, is it?” The Doctor squinted at the man's name tag.

  “I... I wasn't... I mean, I was on my lunch break...” Mike stammered, searching for find the excuse that would get him out of trouble.

  “Pull it up.”

  Resigned, Mike cleaned the rest of his food off the table and pulled the video he was watching up on the larger screen. It was then that Mike noticed Leah, nude and collared, standing behind the doctor. He opened his mouth as if to say something, thought better of it, and began playback on the tape.

  The video was of Leah, not long before. Mike had been good enough to pull it up from the beginning. It began with Leah being shoved into a cell that was already occupied. The two large men who were it's inhabitants were cursed with super strength.

  The Doctor pulled Leah in front of him, pressing her tightly against his body. He was already growing aroused as he watched the video. In front of her eyes, she saw the two men advance upon her, quickly divesting her of the last clothing she'd worn.

  She could feel her cheeks growing hot in
embarrassment and arousal. She watched the screen as that dark man stuffed himself deep inside of her mouth, while the other moved behind her, forcing his huge member deep inside her tiny hole. It was strangely erotic to watch, although watching did not compare to being there in the flesh. As she grew more aroused, she could feel her ability to incite lust as it radiated from her body. It was her second power, but the first she'd ever stolen. Though it had served her well to assist in gathering more abilities, it was growing harder to control.

  “Never liked to share what was mine,” The Doctor began. He was presumptuous, believing she belonged to him. No, after she'd stolen his power, she was the one in control. Eventually he would realize that he no longer possessed his ability. It would be a fascinating process to watch, as he realized his livelihood had been taken from him. Before, he'd had the power to issue unbreakable commands with his voice. Once she stole it from him, she commanded him to still believe he had the power. Eventually, he would discover the ruse. What happened then would be quite interesting.

  Besides, it was her fetish, being used and controlled by a man. She was so powerful now that she could never truly be bested. So she let him think what he would, at least until she got what she wanted. She could always break free, it was her choice to stay here.

  “Not until I met you,” he growled in her ear, biting it. It was hard enough that she yelped in pain. Then with one rough thrust, the Doctor shoved her forward, her face against the table.

  “Give me a cord.” He said to Mike, who scrambled to find a free one. He ripped it from somewhere, sparks flying in the air in his haste. The Doctor jerked it from him, and yanked her arms behind her. He tied them together roughly, one wrist nearly to the other elbow. Then he pulled her leash so that she had to stare forward at the video. She had to support herself on her breasts, but she had a perfect view of herself being pounded by the huge men. The man behind her had his head rolled back in pleasure as he shoved himself in and out of her tightness.

  She felt the doctor adjusting himself. She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. Before she could react, he shoved his dark, huge, uncut dick inside of her with one, tremendous thrust. She shrieked, how could she not? If she'd not gotten some small healing factor from the two men on video, she could not have taken it. She'd been treated so brutally since being brought here, but she craved even more. She did not suppress her screams.

  He began to pump in and out of her, timing himself with the men on screen. She couldn't move, she was helpless to his assault. He kept up that brutal ramming just as it happened on screen. Over and over he plunged, deeper and deeper into her unprotected recesses. Dimly she wondered what might happen if she were impregnated by another of the cursed? Would they receive both powers or something completely different?

  A sound caught her attention. A low moan from over to her side. She couldn't look, she couldn't turn her head because the leash was held so tight. Another moan. What was Mike doing?

  The Doctor grunted as he kept up his brutal assault. Over and over he pounded into her, while her eyes were full of the two men on screen. She could hear the men on the video discuss which would get her pregnant first. She felt her body clinching around the Doctor's thick rod.

  Then she heard it, a skin on skin sound right next to her cheek. She couldn't turn her head, but she could cut her eyes. And there, in the corner of her eye, was Mike's hard prick. He stroked it furiously, right next to her cheek. She felt his fat fingers as they threaded in her hair.

  The Doctor was too lost in his own lusts to protest. As the men on screen had, he began to lose his rhythm. The thrusts became even fiercer, if it were possible. It was so hard that she was being pushed into the bank of TVs. Several smaller items began to fall off the top, crashing to the ground to either side.

  Suddenly, hot juices splattered across her face. She felt multiple explosions of that sticky fluid, coating her eye, cheek and mouth. She couldn't even enjoy it before she felt that final, insanely hard thrust as the Doctor erupted, deep inside her womb. Both men groaned with the exertion, one coating her insides while the other painted his lusts over her countenance. It was the same on screen, as the men's frothy cream covered her from head to toe.

  The Doctor recovered quickly, while Mike sank back in his chair. As he pulled her up by her leash, he hostilely glared at Mike.

  “Tuck yourself back in. This is a place of business, not a brothel!”

  Mike's eyes were confused, but he quickly tucked himself back into his pants and scurried to clean up the damage their actions had caused. Leah stood before the both of them, juices dripping off her face and down her thighs. She had to suppress a smirk. She had wanted to see the videos of what she had done, but this was even more fun. And poor Mike, well, no doubt he'd remember this day.

  CHAPTER 2

  Leah was led from the A/V room down more of those hallways. She kept her head lowered, as a proper submissive might. Still she felt exhilarated. All those eyes followed her, knowing exactly what had happened inside the room. How would they not? She was bound from behind now by some electrical cord. Her hair and face were matted by thick, white juices, while the Doctor's seed rolled down her thighs. And they weren't exactly quiet.

  Interestingly enough, no one spoke up to her defense. She did not need the help, but she was still surprised that not even one white knight came to her rescue. Perhaps they just assumed that she would eventually get around to them? Or perhaps they'd seen stranger things. Or perhaps the Doctor had spelled them with his voice, as he tried to do to her.

  The doctor led her to the shower room. It was cinder block with multiple shower heads, like a sports team might use. The doctor attached the end of her leash to a hook on one of the walls and sat down in a nearby chair, busying himself on his phone. The water started, like a warm rain from above.

  She turned her head up, enjoying the spray. She could not clean herself, she was still bound from behind, but the water still soothed some of her aches. The door opened, and two of the hazmat suited men entered, equipped with cleaning supplies. One began to use a thick brush to clean down her body, while the other used his gloved fingers to work shampoo into her hair.

  Finally cleaned, the water was cut off and the men dried her body. One even pulled out a hair dryer and worked on her hair. The Doctor stood and the two men left without a word. He pulled her leash from the hook, guiding her to yet another room.

  This room was far different than any she'd been in before. A man stood inside, a tailor's ruler draped over his neck and a pincushion on his wrist. Every space was crammed full of clothing.

  The Doctor spoke behind her. “Your next test subject is going to be a bit more difficult.” The tailor began to busy himself taking her measurements. “He's had a break with reality. Typical seduction methods will not work with this one.”

  She blinked in surprise. The subject wasn't the only one who'd had a break with reality. She knew that the Doctor's superiors could not have given him orders to feed her other powers. She'd been by his side the entire time. It would seem the Doctor had translated the orders that she'd given him into orders that his bosses had given him. He'd actually convinced himself that his bosses wanted her to take these men's powers. She'd had no idea her new power would work that way. It was an unexpected boon, one that she would fully exploit.

  “We will need for you to dress the part.” He began. He untied the electrical cord from her arms. She began to rub each wrist in turn, massaging feeling back to them. He then unhooked the leash from her collar.

  “What did you have in mind?” She asked, her eyes sparkling with mirth. This was going to be even more fun than she could imagine.

  He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his dark-skinned nose. He sighed. “This subject prefers his women to be rather... well, young and innocent.”

  She scoffed. “I'm neither of those.” No, she was closer to forty than thirty, and “innocent” was not a word she'd use to describe herself.

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p; “Yes, but you are Asian. With the right clothing...” He trailed off as the tailor moved forward, a skirt that was far too short and pleated in his hands.

  She felt a smirk touch her lips. “Schoolgirl outfit?”

  He offered her a half shrug. “He has requested the company of a woman for some time. You just happen to be the first capable of surviving.”

  A twinge touched her nether regions at his words. It boded well for something cruel, dark, and unusual. Exactly what she liked. She took a couple of steps towards him, still nude, letting her hips sway with the movement.

  “I'm surprised you are doing this.” She said, her eyes boldly finding his. He had claimed her for his own, many times. He was quite possessive.