by Gentry Race
Hera thought for a moment, remembering the fight. “Energy blasts?”
We all knew that was the answer.
I sat quietly, knowing what Aulani would ask of me next.
“We need you, Mantium,” she said, grabbing my other arm.
Her plea had no effect on me. The two ladies at my side were the least of my concerns.
“Tessa — the woman you and your Acolytes work for — cannot be trusted,” I finally said.
Aulani sat for a moment and looked back toward the seedy hotel.
“When you met me, I told you I’d always wanted to be a supervillainess,” she reminded me.
“I remember,” I said.
“Now I want to show you my commitment to you and to Tessa,” Aulani said. “If you help us, if you can believe that Tessa is telling the truth, I will let you and Hera convert me to good.”
My heart clenched. The long-held desire to be a villain hit close to home for me. When I was younger, I’d always wanted to be the bad guy. Losing my brother James to a villain had changed that. But even then, giving up that desire hadn’t been easy.
I respected her offer.
“You would do that?” I asked.
“You know Tessa will not take this lightly,” Hera added.
“Yes, I know,” she confirmed, her dark hair shining softly in the light. “But I am prepared to do what I must to end this. I will not see another villainess suffer because of my selfish wants.”
I looked at Hera, and she raised a perfect eyebrow and smiled.
“We will need another room for the conversion.”
10
The Offering
Aulani sat perched up on an old desk chair. Her golden skin shone more flaxen in the terrible, dim lighting of the shady hotel room we had rented down the hall from the group. I’m sure Ari was giving the Acolytes more than enough fun to deal with while we handled this business.
Hera was in the bathroom, showering before the ‘session,’ as we liked to call it. For me, it was more than a session. This is when the newbie would get to experience what she had been resisting. What she had deep inside her: goodness.
Aulani pulled back her dark hair and strung it up into a ponytail. Her golden paneled skin seemed to have the tinge of green specular highlight along her contours, something I had not noticed before. She unzipped her carbon fiber vest, letting her perky breasts fall free under the coat while she undid her high, leather boots.
I heard the shower turn off and the door handle turn open not too long after. Wrapped in a white terrycloth towel, Hera stepped out of the bathroom. Her short legs were nearly golden brown, starkly contrasting against the fabric. Despite a few war wounds — scars and bruises that were healing rapidly — her body held a perfect form, which I admired as she walked closer to me.
She sat in my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and quickly turned her head, whipping me with the water left in her dark brown hair.
She smiled playfully and chuckled. “I’m all wet.”
I looked at Aulani with a slight grin. She smiled as well, then stood up and met us on the bed. She ran her golden hands along the sheet as she crawled toward us, her breasts now hanging low.
Hera spun around to meet her. Aulani was aggressive at first, but slowed down and kissed Hera sensually, slightly touching her face.
The two women made out passionately in my lap, and I couldn’t help but feel myself grow to considerable length. Aulani was still arched over, kissing Hera, so I began to softly caress her ass over the tight, black, battle-tested leggings. Every stitch and groove was only the beginning of what I was about to feel between these two goddesses.
Hera began to unwrap her towel from the front. Her quarter-sized nipples hardened in the seedy motel air. I reached between the two still kissing women, and felt Hera on her breasts, giving her the additional stimulation she was desiring.
Hera broke from Aulani and started kissing me. Aulani was quick to follow suit, planting kisses along my neck. They both smelled wonderful. A mix of villainous vixen and soiree of shower gel.
I pulled on Hera’s lip at the end of each kiss, showing her that she was mine and I was hers. She eventually pulled away and began kissing Aulani’s golden neck. In her place, Aulani met me with an extended kiss that was curtailed when I felt Hera’s lips meet the head of my cock, which had become exposed out of my pants.
I fell back onto my elbows. Hera ran her soft hands over the craggy metal on my stomach that was unable to transform back into human flesh. She licked around the tip of my dick and up onto my stomach. Aulani undid my restricting pants and pulled them down along with my boxer briefs.
There I was with two glamorous vixens below my waist, the lower half of my body all covered in an organic metal paneling. Aulani reached for my cock first and straightened it to its yearning length. Hera was quick to gobble down my shaft, pushing it to the back of her throat and out again. Aulani immediately went for my balls, which she cupped with care. The simultaneous stimulation was more than sensual, it was devout.
Hera smacked her lips off my cock with a loud pop and tipped my shaft toward Aulani. Her golden lips pouted steady above my head and then she took a mouthful. I gently grabbed her head, feeling the motion of her neck as she took me in. The dark hair from her ponytail began to fall over her face. I quickly reached over to help push it back, making sure she felt as comfortable as she had the first time we hooked up.
The bed shifted as Hera climbed up to me. She laid in my arms, smiling, and watching Aulani work me hard. She stroked Aulani’s head as I did and then kissed me more aggressively.
I felt the hard pop on my cock as Aulani pulled her mouth off of it. The bed began to shift again, and then I felt the weight of the golden goddess settle onto my rod. I opened my eyes to see Aulani’s head back, pulling on her own ponytail, arching her back hard as she moved rhythmically on top of me. Her breasts moved in and out of the unzipped vest with each thrust.
Hera broke away from me and stood up, keeping her balance on the soft mattress. She stepped over me, showing off all of the perfection under her towel, then let the cloth fall over my face. I quickly pulled it off to watch what would happen next.
Hera lowered herself slightly, angling her breasts to Aulani’s mouth. Aulani grabbed onto Hera’s chest with vigor and took a mouthful of nipple. With each lap of her tongue, she gently squeezed her breasts. Hera dropped further, lowering herself onto my face with ease. Her muscles tightened, and she held her body steady, just low enough that I could reach her vagina with my tongue.
I grabbed onto her hips, pulling her closer, and licked her clit. Running my tongue down her slit, I could feel her juices accumulating.
As I pleasured Hera, Aulani rocked harder on my cock, moaning with each thrust. She was building to it, but I wouldn’t let her finish yet.
I could both hear and feel Hera kissing Aulani. Then Hera held her form like a yoga instructor performing a wall sit. She then raised her leg up and over me. She moved around to Aulani, caressing her golden paneled body, and with her increased strength, pulled her off of me. Hera carried Aulani like a new bride and laid her down next to me. I rolled to my side and watched Hera pull Aulani’s legs apart and push herself on her.
She started at Aulani’s neck and worked her way down her metallic belly, licking where her thigh met her groin. Aulani chuckled from the sensitivity, and Hera smiled. I grabbed my cock and steadily stroked it, watching them.
Hera worked her face into Aulani pussy with such grace and ease, she made it look more than natural. She made it seem sublime.
With a final kiss on Aulani’s clit, Hera pulled away and climbed on top of Aulani, pushing back her vest to fully expose her chest. She pressed her clit onto Aulani’s clit, moving it up and down. She nodded to me. This was my queue for penetration, to transfer what made Hera good to Aulani so it could overcome what made her villainous.
I stood up, my metal cock ever so hard. I rubbed it along Hera’s clit and then
Aulani’s in one slow, swooping motion. I couldn’t pick which one I wanted to dive into first. I grabbed onto Hera’s hips in a spur of the moment decision and barreled deep inside her. She opened her eyes and moaned against Aulani’s lips, which were pressed to hers, and then bucked back into the movement. She glided on my shaft with ease. I changed up the rhythms, first starting with long, slow strokes, then moving into quick, short thrusts. She cried out to the pounding, finishing on my cock with a loud cascading of moans.
I pulled it out, and she quickly dipped down on Aulani, rubbing all that she could onto her vagina. I pressed my hand to the dimples on her lower back, steadying the two girls. Then I dipped my cock into Aulani. She wrapped her legs hard around Hera, interlocking them. We were all one.
I rolled the sandwiched girls onto their sides. Hera’s leg fell over my left arm and Aulani’s fell over my right arm. I was dead center between them ready to give each one a dose from a new position. We were like a sexual Twister game gone right — bodies coming together in all kinds of ways.
I put my dick back into Hera and then into Aulani. Aulani squealed, reaching down to feel my slippery shaft pulsing in and out of her. I pumped my pelvis faster and harder, my body cracking into hardened muscle with each roll.
I felt it coming unlike anything I had experienced before. My mind strangled was strangled by the pleasure — the crescendo of all that was inside of me. I grabbed the base of my steel-hard cock, trying to stop the spasming, building up any and all come I had for the right moment.
I pulled out all of me, gripping it tight, holding in my dying urge to burst.
The girls held steady and eased their movement, separating just enough for a pocket of space to form between their tummies. My first rope of hot spunk hit Hera’s belly. The next, Aulani’s chin. She was quick to swipe it with her finger and lick it up. Hera immediately kissed her to taste it.
I panted in exhaustion, my balls aching from the drainage, and I paused for a moment, looking at the beautiful women in front of me. Aulani would make her transition to good now. She was part of the team now. We just needed the rest of the Acolytes to follow suit.
She had proven her trust. By offering herself to the harem and giving up her villainy, gave me the inclination to trust what Tessa’s true motives were. I just hoped we weren’t wrong.
11
Cruel Intentions
After a long night’s sleep cuddling with Aulani and Hera, I was ready to face the day. Ari seemed to have found his place with Blitzkrieg. However, he’d done little to win her over completely. She snorted at the sight of us as we all walked in.
We found Slip and Aero jacking out of the SubSpace. I wasn’t surprised; killing time in an infinite space where they played god was what everyone dreamed of. It was like a personal heaven. Blitzkrieg was reading a magazine, a periodical about young teens. Ari was over her shoulder helping her read the next paragraph while taking another injection of Hera’s serum. Blitzkrieg was quick to slap him away like a pestering fly.
How cute. They’re bonding.
Slipstream rose out of the ARMOR rig and after one glance at Aulani, shot a crooked eye toward Aeropounder. They were surprised at how she looked. Her skin, golden and metal paneled already, shone three shades brighter. Her eyes were lighter and didn’t seem so sunken in. She was changing.
I just wondered what kind of powers she would develop, now that she had Hera’s antivirus.
I felt my stomach, feeling the hardened steel that wouldn’t go away. It was spreading, and I was changing too.
Aulani checked the positing of her new scrambler device neatly socketed into the port bisecting her wiry hair.
“You…” Slipstream said cautiously, “Look different.”
“I converted,” Aulani said.
Slipstream’s eyes widened. Her slim, villainous features seemed more present than ever.
“What do you mean you converted,” Slipstream asked, then looking at Aeropounder. “Like you let the Hero Harem fuck you and give you that ‘cure’?”
“Yes,” Aulani said. “I wanted to show them that we and Tessa can be trusted.”
“Tessa is not going to like this one bit,” Aeropounder said, falling halfway off her rig, which was attached to the couch. She reached for her hammer slowly.
“I am the leader of the Acolytes,” Aulani said. “I will do what I must to ensure that we rid the Necrovirus from the SubSpace.”
Blitzkrieg was with Ari across the room. Both were shocked to see Aulani’s conversion.
“If Aulani thinks this best for the team, then I stand with,” Blitzkrieg said awkwardly, rising up. She looked at Ari like a pet and nodded her head for him to follow.
Ari stood up with her, “Yeah, what she said.”
Blitzkrieg rolled her eyes.
Aulani waited for anyone else to voice their opinion. When no one had any objection, she nodded to me and Hera to ensure the Acolytes were on board. She walked to the ’T’-shaped ARMOR rig, studying its components.
“We must go back to the SubSpace,” Aulani said. “We think Lazarus has found a way to infect Tessa.”
“Bullshit,” Slipstream said. “He couldn’t find Tessa if he wanted to.”
“He has the cipher to the NaN construct,” I said.
Slipstream fell silent.
“Even if he was able to get into the NaN construct,” Aeropounder said, adjusting her thick armor, “Tessa would gut him like a pig.”
“Hey, fuck you!” Blitzkrieg fired back.
“But what if she couldn’t touch him?” I asked. “What if he had the power of a siren and could infect her from a distance?”
I could see the villainesses toil in their heads with the solution and the new problems we were facing. The choice was clear. The battleground for this fight would be the SubSpace. I just hoped we weren’t too late to stop him.
Finding the NaN construct of Tessa’s hideout was no easy feat. In the SubSpace, among the digital source code, one could scramble the code and make things appear and disappear into a null or void. This was a favorite trick of Tessa’s when she bagged a victim in the game and wanted to torture them in solitude. And with this being Tessa’s creation, I knew we were up for quite the show.
Slipstream and Aeropounder led the way, both seeming on edge as they looked back at Aulani and saw her arm around me. Hera was on my other side. Behind us, Ari and Blitzkrieg walked together. They were obviously growing fond of each other.
Despite the great feeling of being embraced, I couldn’t ignore the smell of our surroundings. It grew more wretched as we descended down what looked like a thick, stone hallway. The air grew colder, and I could feel Tessa’s familiar presence in the air. The last time I experienced something she created, I was in a tower above San Diego. There, she’d recreated the horrors of H.H. Holmes, one of America’s first serial killers.
She’d wanted our protection then, and we’d made an agreement. Now, part of my heart almost wanted to see her suffer. She had taken so much from me.
But there was currently something worse than her out there. Something created by Tessa’s actions. We could only wait and see what other horrors were on the horizon.
Uploading to the SubSpace once more, the Acolytes loaded another level deeper than the BoNaNzai. Interconnecting hallways crisscrossed each other like a maze. The hallway just the right opened to a large space carved out of rock. It was almost large enough to hold a convention in. We were on an upper stone balcony, looking down. Thousands of necrotized villainesses of all sizes and levels of evil were below. Half of their bodies were sunken in sand; their eyes were glued to something playing out on a rocky wall above. I looked closer at the movement and made out a gorgeous female, silhouetted figure dancing on a pole. She kicked her firm legs out and spun her hard body around in glorious dancer form.
I soon realized it was not a silhouette, but a shadow being projected from across the space. I looked to my right and saw another large balcony connected to ours via a narr
ow walkway.
There she was in all her naked glory. Behind her, a burning light source, as hot as a small sun. Tessa whipped her golden blonde hair about while she climbed the pole, then she inverted herself. Her perfect thighs wrapped around the pole gracefully as she slid down, leaving a trail of liquid from her joy in her wake.
She flipped off the pole and was met with two villainesses, holding up her silken robe. She raised her arms, turned around, and the assistants let the silk robe fall over her body, just covering the outer parts of her breasts. As Tessa walked past what looked like a dozen different torture devices, her partially exposed body barely bounced from her movement. She was perfect in every way, the ideal female form. She would embrace a victim with lust while holding a knife behind her back.
She walked to the edge of her balcony, leaning over the ledge and looked down at her minions. They were waiting for something, I just didn’t know what. I could pick out her dazzling smile like a Cheshire Cat against the infinite. Her resplendent teeth were brighter than ever as she turned her head toward us.
“We have guests,” she said, sensing us. She raised herself off the balcony, turning her partially exposed nude body toward us. She stood like a prestine statue, with one hip jutting out in classic contrapposto framed against an archway leading into more hallways.
We all walked across the narrow pathway, overlooking the poor souls below. I could now see that the sand the villainesses were half-buried in was mixed with a dark fluid, viscous in its makeup. Deep down, my heart did not want to know what.
“Do you like it?” Tessa asked, locking eyes with me and then looking back at the horde of necrotized villainesses she held suspended.
When I realized her question was directed toward me, I responded, “What is it?”
“I modeled it after Allegory of the Cave,” Tessa said. “I found it to be an ultimate form of control.”
