Leah stood at the massive mahogany door, her hands behind her back. She was patiently waiting to be allowed inside. Finally, she was going to meet the man in charge.
She'd been brimming with questions since the moment the men in black shoved her into their car and forced her to put a hood over her head. How had they known about her abilities? Why did they even suspect her, when to date no other female had presented with powers? Why did they take her, who was in charge, and where were they?
She smoothed the back of her skirt down, checking herself in one of the many ornamental mirrors of the room. She'd been dressed in typical business casual for this meeting. If the skirt was a few inches too short, the heels an inch too high, and her blouse a bit too revealing, was that really her fault? After all, this is what the tailor had in stock. And she was their prisoner, after all. They'd destroyed the clothing she was brought in.
The office assistant finally looked to her, his eyes gliding over her rear. All of them, even down to the janitorial staff, thought she was just meat. That would change.
“He will see you now.” The man stated, as a buzzer sounded.
Leah took a deep breath, calming her nerves. The external fear was good, so far, none of her handlers were aware of exactly how powerful she was. None of them understood she could simply blow her way out of the building. But as long as they were serving her purpose, what reason did she have to leave?
She took the first few steps inside of the office, exuding confidence. But what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. The office was huge, twice as big as her entire apartment. It was opulent without being showy. Clearly someone with impressive taste had decorated. A tremendous desk lay before her, intricately carved from expensive lacquered wood. A tall leather chair faced away from her.
She knew immediately. No governmental agency could afford something like this. And if not the feds, then who?
The chair slowly turned around, revealing it's occupant. He was a tall man, muscular but still thin. His hair was cropped close to his head, and he wore thin wire glasses. His suit cost more than she'd make in a month. He was leaning back, perfectly at ease. He swirled a glass of wine as he coolly regarded her.
“You are the one who has caused all this trouble.”
CHAPTER 2
Leah's mouth worked, trying to form words. She'd certainly not expected him to be so attractive. It was enough to stop her dead in her tracks. Still, she reminded herself, she had a mission. She nodded her head to him, acknowledging that she was the troublemaker.
He stood in one fluid motion. He moved from behind the desk to stand in front of her, taking a sip of the wine. He slowly paced around her body, like a large cat stalking it's prey.
Leah could feel the dominance radiating from this man's body. It thrilled her to her very core. Yet she was not without her own abilities. She always had to keep a hold on her first power, else it would escape her. She let it do so now. It seeped into the air, filling the atmosphere with pure lust. If the man had any attraction for her, he would soon be drowning in it. Once she touched his skin, he was hers.
“You are attractive enough, I suppose.” He began, dismissing her sensuality. She felt a flush creep over her cheeks. “Not enough to inspire the savagery that I have witnessed.”
She pressed her lips together firmly. His words did not hurt her, only spurned her forward. If he enjoyed humiliation, well, so much the better. She simply need wait for his lusts to overcome him. When it did, he would take her brutally, fulfilling her dark desires. Her own fetish would be frowned upon by common society. She longed to see what a man would do, unburdened by the rules of law. When a man was blinded by his desire, she could truly witness the darkness that lie at his heart.
He took another calm sip of his wine. Still, he did not touch her, despite the air becoming thicker with each passing moment. She knew he was more than human. She could feel his powerful aura causing electricity to run down her skin. Leah knew that whatever ability he had, she wanted it.
“I've come to you with a proposition,” she began, before his cruel laughter cut her off.
“A proposition? You are a prisoner here. What could you possibly offer me that I cannot take for myself?”
Her eyes met his. “The power to nullify your enemies.”
A smirk touched his lips. He took another sip of his wine. His eyes slowly moved down her body, and back up again. She knew her power was working on him. Touch would have been better, but it still was effecting him.
“Interesting. And what makes you think a simple businessman like myself has enemies?”
It was her turn to chuckle. “You are an incredibly powerful man. Do not deny it. You bring in the cursed and hold them hostage. You take away people's freedom. Including my own. Of course you have enemies. What I don't understand...” she began, thinking perhaps she could appeal to his ego, “is why you've done this. You're obviously not federal. So... who are you?”
He laughed again and finished his wine. He turned from her and made his way to the bar, setting the glass down. He began to rummage about for another bottle.
“I am the mastermind behind this prison. I am the one who keeps these dangerous criminals off the streets. And I'm the one capable of creating a facility to hold all these myriad powers.” He fastened the corkscrew to another bottle of red.
“You'd be amazed how much money nations will pay to house their unwanted criminals.” He continued, giving her a very pointed look. He was clearly implying she too was one of the unwanted.
He pulled the cork free with a pop. “You think, my pet, that you have some deep dark secret. That I am not fully aware of exactly what you are and what you can do.”
He turned from her, pouring the wine. A noise above grabbed her attention. Long pipes of metal began to separate from the ceiling, pulling themselves loose of their own volition. They spun around her, lengthening, widening, becoming rods before her very eyes. As one, they plunged into the floor in front of her. She spun around. She'd been fully encircled. The bars came together in a cone at the top.
She had been caged.
Her hands flew to the bars, shaking them in anger. She went through, testing each bar for weakness. She found none. It was as if it had been poured directly into the floor. She was fully trapped.
The mastermind brought the glass once more to his lips. He did not seem surprised when he turned back around and saw her there, completely locked up.
“Better. Now we need not worry about that pesky lust power of yours...” He walked back to where she had been standing, admiring his handiwork.
She rattled the bars again, cursing. “You bastard! I'm trying to make this work for the both of us.” The cage was small and tight.
“Come now, no name calling.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively. “We both know that you enjoy captivity...”
She folded her arms over her chest. She knew she still had a few ways out. While her fire power would probably not burn down the bars, she had taken the strength of two other cursed men. It would be enough to free her, once the opportunity came.
He was silent for a long moment, watching her helpless inside the cage. He slowly swirled his wine, his eyes never leaving her form. She knew he was coming up with some sort of plan.
“I wish to see your powers in use, but am unwilling to offer any of my gifted men. Will it work on mere humans?”
She didn't want to play his games, but it would appear he was trying to make inroads. She nodded. “It is not as enjoyable for me, but yes.”
“What will it do to them? Will they survive it?” His pale blue eyes were full of ideas.
“It's not fatal. They will feel exhausted for a few days...”
“And yet, I suspect they would claim it was worth it, would they not? So I assume you are willing then for a demonstration of your power?”
She stared at him for a long moment, wondering if this was her way in. She gave him a nod of affirmation, knowing exactly what he intended.
He turned and hit a button on his phone. “Chris, send in Guards McKenzie and Smith.”
CHAPTER 3
She didn't have to wait long. While the mastermind kept his lustful eyes upon her form, the two guards made their way to the office.
McKenzie was a cautious looking Irishman, with hair that had gone a couple weeks past getting a good haircut and a belly that obscured his belt. Smith was that deep, dark color of skin that was so black it had purple tones. He was fit and muscular, arrogance radiating like an aura. Both seemed surprised to see her in the cage. They shot each other a confused look.
“Gentlemen...” the mastermind began, widening his arms in welcome. “Thank you for seeing me.”
McKenzie pulled off his hat and worried it with his hands. “Sure thing boss, whatever you need.” Smith said nothing.
He once more made his way to the bar, gesturing for the two of them to follow. He poured them each a hefty portion of a single malt, 16-year. Leah whistled under her breath. She wondered if the men knew he just gave them fifty dollars worth of liquor? For himself he poured a third glass of wine.
The men each began to drink, thanking him for his generosity.
“I've brought you two here today to thank you for your service.”
“Oh shucks, boss, it was our job.” McKenzie said. Smith kept drinking, his eyes darting over to her every so often. Leah kept her eyes fiery, as if daring them to stare at her.
“Indeed. But you both did a fine thing in catching that shapeshifter. It was your fast thinking that kept a criminal behind bars.” He stepped away from the bar and walked back to the cage that surrounded Leah.
“Being a civilian contractor has its... rewards.” A knowing smile came across his face, as he looked to the two men.
Smith's eyes grew wide, following the mastermind's meaning. He took a big swallow of the scotch. McKenzie was slower to catch on.
“Well we do appreciate the Scotch sir, I thank you kindly!” McKenzie began. Smith elbowed him in the ribs and gestured to Leah.
“That is not the only reward,” their boss said, using his hand to gesture to Leah.
McKenzie nearly coughed up his drink. He hastily grabbed a napkin, dabbing it to his mouth. When finally he'd regained his composure, he nearly shouted, “She's one of the cursed!”
“Nullified, I assure you.” The mastermind said, moving back to lean against his huge, ornate desk. He took another sip of the dark red wine.
Smith finished his Scotch in one long gulp. He adjusted his pants, and she could tell he was already excited at the proposition. Excited enough that he wouldn't question it. He slowly sauntered towards the cage, laying his thick, dark hands on each of the bars and peering down at her, as if she were a specimen in a zoo.
Leah loved the haughty attitude. This man was so full of himself. She could already see the darkness forming in his eyes, the lust. He had stepped into her erotic power and it had fully sunken in. One way or another, he was going to explode.
He towered over her, nearly a foot taller. She was so small and vulnerable inside her cage. She could see in his eyes, he thought he deserved her, he deserved the pleasures he could take from her body. She couldn't wait to see what he'd do.
“How does it open?” Smith asked, his eyes all for her but the words for his boss.
“Ah, there's the rub. See, I can't let her out of her little cage, else, well, she might decide to blow all of us up.” He shrugged helplessly.
McKenzie had been making his way closer while Smith stared down at her. His eyes darted to his boss. “Wait, she doesn't want to do this?”
The mastermind threw back his head and laughed heartily. “This one? She's been begging for my cock since she walked in the door.” His eyes found hers. She could nearly read his mind. Oh, her powers worked on him alright. “She'll do anything for you gentlemen. Won't you, my pet?”
Smith was still gazing down upon her, a man who liked to take what he wanted. Her words were to assure McKenzie, but the fear she let creep into her eyes was all for him. “Please fuck me.”
Those dark fingertips pushed through the bars, running along her cheek. She thought for a moment he might be gentle, much to her dismay. But his fingers, so gentle along her cheek, moved upward to the top of her head, shoving her to the ground.
“Kneel down.” He commanded.
Her eyes darted to the boss. He'd settled behind his desk, in his hugely expensive, oversized chair like some sort of super villain. Perhaps he was. He only needed a cat to pet. He had brought the bottle of wine with him as he watched the show.
Still she knelt, focusing her attention on the huge, dark skinned man in front of her. He unbuttoned himself, and slowly pulled down the zipper, commanding her full attention. A slight shrug of the hips, and he pulled himself free.
It was an impressive dick, long and dark. It had grown nearly purple in excitement, as the blood pumped rapidly through it. She saw the veins straining against it, the head engorged. If she had not been with super humans, this would have been the largest she'd ever seen.
He pushed it with his thumb downward, towards her mouth. His hips were pushed against the bars, his dick the only object that was in her cage with her.
“Suck it,” He commanded.
Oh, Leah did enjoy it when they gave commands. She leaned closer, staring up at him, as she flicked her tongue against that most delicate spot, where the head comes together. She watched him flinch, but she suppressed a chuckle. He had no idea what he was in for.
She took the dick from him, holding it in her own hand. She used the full length of her tongue to move over him, from base all the way to head. She heard a sound escape his lips. When she reached the head, she brought it into her mouth, only slightly, giving him the barest taste of what she could do. Then she licked from the head to the base again on the top side.
When she reached the base this time, she kept her hand in that tight hold around his cock, but moved her tongue lower. She moved to his balls, long, hairless and full. She ran her tongue along them too, knowing that they were also erogenous for him. As her tongue began to explore his sack, she let her hand slowly run up and down the length of his now lubricated dick.
A moan escaped his lips, and she glanced up, seeing both his hands supporting himself on the bars. His eyes were closed, his mouth half open. She again had to keep herself from giggling. She hadn't even begun.
She let her tongue roll over those balls, slowly pulling one into her mouth. She sucked on it, gently, just enough for him to notice but not enough to hurt. Then she moved to the other, giving it it's attention. Her hand kept up that slow, steady pace.
“Shit,” Smith said, his chuckles a low rumble in his throat. “Ain't never had a bitch do this to my nuts before.”
A movement from the corner of her eye grabbed her attention. She stopped where she was, the head of his dick poised to be rammed straight down her throat. It was McKenzie.
He'd thrown his drink back in one long swallow, tossing his glass to the side. Ah, her powers did bring out the worst in men. He'd never have tossed the mastermind's glassware away so easily if he wasn't so horny.
“Come on now, it's my turn.” He said, his eyes eager. Sweat was beginning to bead at his bow.
She knew Smith had incredible willpower not to just force himself down her throat. Instead, he pulled himself away, a wistful look upon his face. McKenzie replaced him, quickly freeing himself in front of her.
It was not as long and impressive as Smith's, but it was interesting in it's own right. It was thick, fat, and rock hard. But it was not the dick that was so exciting on McKenzie. It was the tremendous balls he had heaved out of his pants. Now, those she'd never seen before, none so tremendous. They were tight, just like Smith's, but instead they were longer, fuller. She knew exactly what McKenzie wanted.
When he pushed himself through the bars, she did the same as she'd done to Smith, slowly working her way up and down his length. As a little bit of extra fun, she let her teeth graze
the head of Smith's prick, ever so slightly. She heard the excited sound escape his throat. Oh yes, he enjoyed a little pain.
She then let her tongue move down to those massive balls, slowly running them along, caressing them, taking one into her mouth and ever so slightly sucking upon it. They were so large she truly couldn't take the whole thing into her mouth. Her hand was working his shaft, slowly moving up and down while he held on.
Behind her, she felt hands grabbing her hips. A quick glance showed her it was not the mastermind. He was still at his desk, half hidden in shadow. The hands pulled her from her position kneeling to one on all fours. The cage was so small, her rear was pressing against the opposite bars.
She kept rolling those balls around in her mouth, stimulating them with her tongue while one of her hands pumped up and down that thick prick that was still in her cage. Behind her she felt her skirt being pulled up slowly, as if Smith wanted to draw out that full reveal.
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