Supers 2

by Patrick Stewart

  And then, he saw her body relax, saw the tension from her face vanish as she realised whose cock she was sucking.

  Laura grabbed Anika by the hair and pulled her to her feet. “You like sucking cock, don’t you?”

  “Not really, mistress,” Anika replied. “Just Lucas’s cock.”

  “Hmm… maybe I should have made you suck some other guy’s cock then,” Laura said. “You would do it if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes mistress,” Anika nodded.

  “Hmm,” Laura murmured, not sounding fully convinced.

  She let go of Anika’s hair and nodded at Malika. “Tie her up.”

  Malika walked over briskly and took Anika by the arm, leading her towards the back of the room where the benches with manacles attached to them rested.

  “Come on, lets work on this one,” Laura said, taking him by the arm once more. “Show us some of your super strength,” Laura said.

  Lucas felt panic rising within him. He’d not told Laura he was a Super of sorts, had he? He was sure he hadn’t. Had Anika and Laura mentioned something? Was this a test?

  “What’s wrong?”

  “…nothing,” Lucas said. “I’m not a Super,” he added.

  “That’s an odd thing to say,” Laura laughed. She slapped him across the arm. “Normie and proud! Good for you. Now tear off her clothes.”

  Lucas stepped up to Hannah, glancing back once at Laura. Maybe she didn’t know…

  He turned his attention to the confused lesbian before him. She was dressed wearing a white blouse and black skinny jeans. Lucas tore off the blouse with ease. He struggled with the jeans but managed to tear it some before pulling it down her legs.

  Hannah decided to help in, wiggling her bottom, the jeans slipped down her legs, coming to her

  “Oh, this is more like it,” Laura marvelled. She unbuckled Hannah’s bra and slipped them down her arms. “Big titties,” she squeezed them. Her hand moved down Hannah’s chest, down her naval area, coming to her nether regions. She slipped her hands down her panties. “Wet,” Laura commented.

  Laura raised her fingers to Hannah’s lips. The girl sucked them clean, and when Laura moved her hand away, Michelle’s head moved forward, her tongue out.

  “Oh, incorrigible, this one,” Laura laughed. She slapped Hannah across the face. It was a gentle slap, but Hannah jolted. Laura followed it up with another slap, a harder one. This time, Hannah remained still, though her back straightened.

  Laura slapped Hannah’s inner thighs. The girl spread her legs quickly, obediently. Laura ripped her lacy panties with a quick tug to reveal Hannah’s glistening pussy. She pushed Hannah down onto her knees and beckoned at Lucas.

  “Seriously?” he muttered. “You’re not very original, are you?”

  “Do you want your cock sucked or what?” Laura growled.

  Lucas frowned. “You know I can go upstairs right now and find someone to fuck, right?”

  “Just-” Laura stopped. She took a deep breath to calm herself. “Please?”

  “Ugh. Only to get this charade over with.”

  Hannah was much more reluctant as he pressed his cock against her lips. She did open her mouth, take his cock in, but it remained there.

  She didn’t suck on it, didn’t move her head back and forth, didn’t lick the tip.

  The lack of enthusiasm didn’t escape Laura’s notice.

  She grabbed Hannah by the nipples and squeezed them hard. Lucas’s cock flopped out of the girl’s mouth as she cried out in pain. Laura held her grip on Hannah until tears appeared from beneath her blindfold and slid down her cheeks. And then, she let go of them, only to slap the girl across the face, hard.

  Then, she grabbed Lucas’s cock somewhat roughly and shoved it into Hannah’s mouth. “How’s she doing now?”

  Lucas frowned at Laura.

  “What?” was her response. “She still not sucking properly?”

  “She’s doing fine,” Lucas grumbled.

  “Why the sour face then?”

  “You can’t just grab my cock and shove it down her throat. I’m not one of your… groupies or submissives or… whatever the hell you call them.”

  “Initiated,” Laura replied, her lips curling. “I call them my initiated.”

  “Seriously? Initiated?” he scoffed.

  “It sounded cool the first time I said it,” Laura mumbled, turning her eyes to the ground.

  Lucas pulled his cock out of Hannah’s mouth.

  It was interesting to see her move forward on her bare knees, looking for his cock, her mouth still open. But being blindfolded, she didn’t know where to go, and moved to his right a couple of feet before stopping.

  Ignoring her, Lucas moved towards Laura, conscious his erect cock was flopping about before him. As he came up to her, she stood her ground and met him eye to eye. That was, until his cock pressed against her skirt.

  She looked down at it, and the lust in her eyes, the deep breath she took, Lucas knew. Despite her exterior, the confidence, the power that she exerted, right this moment, she wanted to be old fashioned. She wanted him to take her hard.

  “Go on,” Lucas whispered.

  Laura licked her lips. She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth almost tenderly. As she sucked, Lucas ripped open her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and her luscious breasts spilled out. He played with her nipples, squeezing them, pulling them up. And then, when he felt he was close to coming in her mouth, he pulled back.

  Laura looked up at him, delirious.

  She moved forward to take his cock, but he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up and dragged her towards the table to the left of the basement. He tore her skirt off and grinned. He’d been right. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

  Laura jumped onto the table eagerly and lay on her back, her legs spread out, her pussy open, the lips parted invitingly. Lucas drove his cock inside her hard and she gasped. He slapped her across the face, out of curiosity, out of memory, remembering how she liked to do it to the girls.

  It felt oddly good, having this power over this gorgeous human, being able to treat her like a piece of meat. It wasn’t the way Lucas normally fucked, but this felt good. He slapped her again as he drove his cock in and out of her cunt. And then, he grabbed her breasts and held onto them firmly as he pounded her little frame.

  Lucas exploded inside her, coming to the noisy moans escaping her lips. When he was done shooting his load, he collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies meshed together.

  “…god… that was something,” Laura said weakly. “Were you hate fucking me?”

  Lucas climbed off her and lay on the table beside her. “Hate fuck?”

  “Yup, you heard right. Seemed like you were taking out your frustrations by pounding me…” she said, before she let out a deep breath. “Not that I’m complaining.”

  She reached down and felt her pussy and the cum dripping out from it. “Malika,” she called, and when the girl hurried over, she said, “Bring Hannah and Anika to clean me up.”

  “Anika too?” Malika asked. “It’s just… I just finished tying her down onto the bench.”

  “Yes, Anika too,” Laura said, her tone rising. “You can join them. Naked,” she added.

  “Yes mistress,” Malika said quickly.

  As she hurried away, her cheeks flushed, Lucas reached over and grabbed Laura’s tit. “You’re a bossy bitch,” he muttered.

  “I have to be. Otherwise, there is chaos,” Laura said.

  “Whatever,” Lucas muttered, as he squeezed her nipple. “You just like the power trip.”

  Chapter 24

  An hour later, Lucas sat in a Ranger Rover with tinted windows, driving through Buxworth Town. Sitting beside him was Laura, showered and fully clothed, she smelt good. Sitting in the back was Hannah, Anika and Malika, all three also dressed.

  It was a quiet drive, none of the girls that talkative. Laura made the three girls clean her up, and then clean his cock
too, with their mouths. After that, she was determined to finish her initiation ceremony.

  As Lucas had watched, he remembered wondering if Laura was doing this for the first time. She didn’t seem to have a plan. He knew what her objective was, to assert to the girls that she was boss, that they belonged to her.

  She had Malika tie the girls up once more, then she spanked them, made them talk dirty, say how they were sluts. And then, as a final test, she urinated in each girl’s mouth.

  Lucas thought he would find that a bit too freaky but… it was amazing how obedient Laura had the girls. Drinking her urine? Fucking hell…

  There was supposed to be one final thing that needed doing.

  Tattoos.

  Apparently, those that had been initiated into her closer inner circle - those were the words Laura had used. Closer inner circle - they had to bear her mark. Except, she didn’t have her branding iron with her.

  Laura promised to do it another time, and then, she let the girls out, told them to hurry up and get ready for the trip to Buxworth. As Anika and Hannah rushed past him, they’d kept their eyes to the ground.

  Lucas knew his relationship with them had changed forever. With Anika, they had been friends and sexual partners. With Hannah, he wasn’t sure what it was with Hannah, but he knew he could rely on them in times of need. But now, both girls had pledged their allegiance to Laura.

  Laura, who was charming, beautiful and ambitious.

  Traits that made her dangerous.

  She would stop at nothing to become the Mayor of Buxworth, to become the first Normie Mayor of a town. She was a better prospect than Vengeance for Mayor, and right now, their goals aligned. Remove Vengeance, save the town and possibly the world from being turned into slaves.

  If they succeeded, he would have to deal with her ambitions later. Cross that bridge when they got to it, the saying went, right?

  Buxworth Town was back to normal. There were cars on its battered roads, and there were humans walking on the pavements. With Vengeance as Mayor and the Flying Eagles winning the gang wars, the fighting of the past few weeks had come to a complete stop.

  Lucas parked the car a street away from their destination. They set off on foot and as they turned the corner, the building site came in view.

  The building rose ten floors up. At the centre were the front doors, the reception, or what would have been the reception. It stood as two concrete pillars rising up high. Most of the building was just the pillars, the grey concrete floor and the stairs. Work had begun on the walls on some parts of the building. Dotted around the husk of concrete pillars and floors were red walls, some only rising halfway up.

  They walked under the two large pillars and into the building. To the left were large stairs of concrete, the bannisters yet to be installed, and now never would be. They walked through the building, coming out into the centre, where the garden was supposed to be. On the left, an area had been fenced off with wrought-iron bars. A playground for the children, there was a single slide and a climbing frame.

  The garden had overgrown with weed and grass high up to his knees. Standing in the centre, they were surrounded by the half finished building.

  “It’s like an arena, isn’t it?” Laura commented. “You’ll do the fighting here, naturally, among this grassland.” She pointed up at the fourteen floor tower. “Best seats in the house. Vengeance will be there, along with his entourage of Supers. We’ll have snipers positioned all around. Once the battle gets going between you and his chosen Super, we will launch our attack and drive Vengeance out through the back, where we will be waiting with more snipers, grenade launchers, even get an armoured vehicle or two, and then we go for the kill.”

  Lucas noted the change in her tone. She’d gone from thinking it was a trap to now confident she could set the trap.

  “It’s a plan,” Lucas said.

  “You’ve got your doubts,” Laura noted.

  “We’re going up against Supers. You never know what their powers are. Its hard to account for that unpredictability.”

  “We’ve got enough firepower to cover that,” Laura said confidently.

  “You need to move in and kill the Supers once their down. You need skilled swordsmen for that.”

  “I know the drill, Lucas,” Laura said, her tone hardening.

  “Killed many Supers before?”

  “More than you,” she replied.

  Lucas raised an eyebrow at that. He wasn’t the only one. Both Hannah and Anika exchanged glances. But they said nothing. Laura was being defensive. There would be no point in pushing her, in seeking clarification, or in calling out what might be bullshit.

  He needed her as much as she needed him. But he did begin to wonder how good she really was, and how much of it was bluster.

  “You’ll make sure to not kill Michelle?” he asked.

  “We won’t try and kill any of the Supers. They’re under Vengeance’s mind control. We’ll go for their legs and arms, disable them. But that might not always be possible,” she said, her tone softening some.

  Lucas knew he didn’t have the right to ask them to risk their lives in order to save Michelle.

  Once the battle began, there would be chaos.

  Every Normie would be fighting for his or her life, fighting Supers that refused to die, Supers that had unknown powers.

  Lucas’s jaw set in determination. He couldn’t rely on anyone else to save Michelle. He would have to do it himself.

  * * *

  Lucas spent the next couple of days back at Laura’s country mansion, training for his upcoming battle with Vengeance’s Super. Lucas had battled many Supers in the past, killed many of them. But he had always known which Super he was going to battle, knew their strengths, their weaknesses. He chose the battleground and attacked quickly, stealthily, usually ending the Supers life within minutes.

  He didn’t know which Super he was to battle, what their powers would be, he hadn’t picked the ground, and he was certain Vengeance was going to lay a trap of some sort.

  But Lucas felt confident.

  He’d traded blows with Mayor Carcass and lived to tell the tale, though he wasn’t actually telling many about it, it had done wonders for his confidence.

  As his running session came to an end, Lucas jumped off the treadmill. Sweat dripping down his body, he pulled off his top and grabbed the water bottle, swigging from it as he walked towards the boxing ring.

  It was like being back in his basement, working out in the gym. Except, it was much bigger, with more equipment, and it was above ground. Light shone in through the windows.

  Lucas jumped over the ropes and landed in the boxing ring. There was none in there to battle with him. But still, he moved around, throwing punches against an imaginary foe.

  An imaginary Super.

  One that threw spikes, balls of fire, bullets and more. He rolled on the ground, diving beneath the imaginary hazards, coming up with an uppercut, a kick, or an imaginary sword.

  After a while, he felt stupid.

  This was no way to prepare to battle a Super.

  But he didn’t how he was supposed to prepare for this unknown foe.

  Lucas sat on the floor and rested against the ropes, breathing heavy. He held his hands gripped into fists and stared at them.

  He was a Super of some sort.

  There was power in his punches.

  But what he really could have done was with some cool superpowers like the ones the Red Head’s gang member had exhibited. Before he turned into dust…

  “Feeling sorry for yourself?” a voice asked.

  It was Hannah.

  Lucas looked up to see her and Anika standing outside the ring, looking in at him. So much for superpowers, he hadn’t even heard them coming in.

  The girls climbed into the ring and sat on opposite sides of him. Anika rested a hand on his leg whilst Hannah leaned onto his shoulder.

  “It’s going to be okay,” Anika said. “You’ll do fine. You always do
.”

  Lucas gave a weak smile. It seemed he always did somehow manage to save himself by the skin of his teeth.

  “We’ll save Michelle,” Hannah said. “I’ve got your back.”

  “Thanks,” Lucas said. Not wanting to talk about the subject anymore, he asked, “How’s Laura?”

  “She’s good,” both girls said at the same time. Quickly.

  Silence followed.

  Awkward silence.

  Lucas felt both girl’s bodies stiffen. There would have been a time he could have spoken about anything to the girls. Or, at least, with Anika.

  But now, things had changed.

  They were still friends, and he appreciated their company.

  But… things had changed.

  * * *

  After training, Lucas met with Laura. She ran him through her plans, where the snipers would be positioned, where those with grenade launchers would be, firing explosives to ensure Vengeance retreated out the back.

  Once on the street, he would be ambushed by her entire gang. That’s where the massacre would take place. She completely anticipated losing members of her gang, but she was confident of killing Vengeance, of winning.

  It was a decent plan.

  Lucas couldn’t think up a better one given the time frame.

  He headed to the kitchen, where he found Malika once more, standing over the cooker, over pots and pans heating beneath the gas, steam rising up. She served him a hot plate of spaghetti bolognaise and sat opposite him as he ate, smiling.

  “What?” Lucas asked, a fork full of spaghetti an inch away from his mouth.

  “Nothing,” Malika said, still smiling at him.

  Lucas put the fork down and sighed. “You always cook in your underwear?”

  “Oh, you noticed?” Malika asked, as she looked down at her lace-trimmed bra. “Do you like it?”

  “Yeah,” Lucas said, too tired mentally to be anything but honest.