Trisha Krishnan Smooth Ass Fucked

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[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha KRISHNAN moved stealthily down the dark alley. The alley was relatively clean since it was within Ocean City’s new Arts District. They were trying[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]to make an impression on the local citizenry as well as the nation and world[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]at large. It was the city fathers’ way of saying Ocean City had arrived.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]No one but the politicians and local Artsy elite seemed to be listening.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“But the world will take notice if Dr. Gadget succeeds,” Trisha[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]muttered. “Not the image the mayor and city council wants to present.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Reaching the end of the alley, Trisha eyed the Exhibition Hall with a[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]tiny smile tugging at her full red lips. It would be a piece of cake.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]There was no way Dr. Gadget or any other criminal was going to steal that[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]antique jewelry collection.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]In the dark alley, the SEXY FEM Fighter was almost impossible to see.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Her sLIM five foot FIVE body was sheathed in a BLACK long sleeved latex[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]body suit, with French cut legs and low cut to expose her cleavage.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Her delicate hands were protected by BLACK latex opera gloves up past her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]elbows. A wide BLACK latex choker was adorned with a silver cat’s head,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]while her BLACK mask covered the upper half of her beautiful face. BLACK[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]hose covered her legs, with BLACK lace up calf boots.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The Force Energization and Manifestation (FEM) belt that gave her super[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]strength and endurance encircled her tiny waist. Like the laces on her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]boots, it was charcoal gray. A BLACK cat’s head, matching the one on her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]choker, adorned the front of the FEM belt. Besides strength and endurance,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the FEM belt protected her from projectile weapons up to .50 calibers. Of[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]course, .50 cal rounds hitting her would cause painful bruises, but few[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pistols and rifles used by criminals did much to faze her.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]On her wrists were Power Braces, both stained charcoal gray. The left[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]brace projected a force shield strong enough to stop a tank round. The[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]right brace projected a stun beam. Both braces sucked energy directly from[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her body, so she had to use them judiciously or suffer the consequences.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Even her FEM belt pulled power from her when the force shield was protecting[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her from bullets.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Moving back down the alley twenty feet, she glanced up, then squatted. Her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pETITE legs snapped straight, and Trisha streaked up and vaulted easily[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]onto the two story building. She went to a dark corner overlooking the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Exhibition Hall across the street and waited.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She didn’t have long to wait.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Bingo,” Trisha said, big brown eyes narrowing.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]A dark blue panel truck was creeping down the street with its lights off.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She watched it pull up to the closed metal gate to the underground loading[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]dock. A dark shape jumped out of the passenger side and hurried to the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]access panel. He pressed a cigarette pack sized box against it and pressed[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]a series of buttons. In less that a minute the gate started to rise. Trisha[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]hissed at them as he returned to the panel truck and then vanished[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]inside. Before she could move the gate started back down.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha leapt over the edge of the building. She hit hard, her PERKY[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]LITTLE TITS BOUNCING GENTLY even within the tight latex, but her FEM belt gave[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her the strength and endurance to pull it off. Then she raced across the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]street and rolled under the closing gate just in time. Surprisingly, the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]alarm hadn’t gone off yet.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“What? Is security sleeping?” she said. There were four cameras inside[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the shipping bay area and the main security office was just off the docks.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]There was no way security couldn’t know the truck entered. “They absolutely[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]HAVE to be asleep.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The panel truck was backed up to an open bay. She found no one inside or[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]around the truck. Easing through the open bay door, she looked around. No[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]one around. So she headed to security and found it empty as well. But the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]cameras were all on, recording everything. So she walked up to the wall of[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]monitors and studied the situation.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha hissed and scowled. The security officers were all in on the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]heist. She counted eight men dressed in security uniforms and two men in[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]all back. Spotting Dr. Gadget, she zoomed one of the cameras in on him to[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]record his face. He proved to be a tall, slim Asian man wearing close[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]fitting black and a bowler hat.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Gotcha, Dr. Gadget,” she said, smiling triumphantly. Until now, no one[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]even knew what he looked like. “You arrogant pup. It looks like you just[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]invented your way into prison.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]He was always full of surprises. Which explained why he’d never been[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]captured in fifteen years of criminal activity spanning the world. As far[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]as she knew, this was the first time he ever completely turned the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]building’s security team to his side.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Yes, always full of surprises, but he is in for a surprise himself,” Trisha[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]said, smiling. “He’s never had to deal with me.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Halt!” a strong male voice commanded.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha slowly glanced over her shoulder. A security guard was aiming[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]his pistol at her back. He was tall and clean shaven, but a little[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]overweight and looked to be well into his late thirties. He looked[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]confident until she smiled at him.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Put your hands behind her head and turn around slowly,” he said.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“You’re not the brightest candle on the cake, ARE you?” she purred sweetly[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]as she turned around. But instead of doing as told and putting her hands[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]behind her head, Trisha assumed a classic Super Heroine pose, with hands[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]on SLIM hips and hip cocked to one side. “I’m a FEM Fighter.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“So?”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She looked to the heavens beseeching. Why must she constantly deal with[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]imbeciles? Then she leveled mischievous brown eyes on her foe. The pistol[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]was a .38 Police Special. Looked clean and well kept.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Whatcha going to do that big, bad gun, mister?” she purred seductively.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Shoot little ole me?”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I will if I have to.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She arched a perfect black brow. Then the lovely FEM Fighter[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]started walking toward him.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I said stop!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She didn’t.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Bang! Bang![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The bullets got within inches of her sEXYbody before the FEM belt’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]force shield “pushed” them to the side. One of the monitors imploded and the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]water cooler shattered.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oops, you missed,” she said as she leapt at him.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha darted left, then right, and within a second was right beside[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]him. She sent a brutal roundhouse straight into the side of his head. He[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]spun around and slammed into the wall next to the door. She followed, and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]punching him a dozen times in the back before he collapsed at her booted[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]feet.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Stupid man, you should know guns are useless against a FEM Fighter,” she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]chided the unconscious man. Shaking her head woefully, “So hard to get good[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]help.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]If he was any indication of the kind of men Dr. Gadget hired, then it was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]going to be easier than she first thought. There were eight guards in the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]building, which left seven more with Dr. Gadget and the driver. Nine men[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]left to deal with. The FEM belt gave her the strength of ten men, so she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]had the advantage.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Departing security, she headed straight for the exhibit. She wouldn’t let[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Dr. Gadget succeed. Tonight, his criminal career came to an end.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Two guards were waiting at the base of the stairs. They called out an[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]alarm and leveled their pistols at her. Trisha snarled an oath and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]charged them. They had given the alarm, so Dr. Gadget knew she was after[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]him. A dozen shots rang out as she charged the two men.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha kicked the pistol out of the first guard’s hand, then picked him[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]up bodily and threw him into the other guard. Following, she kicked both in[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the head, leaving them unconscious as she ran up the stairs to the ground[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]floor. The exhibit Dr. Gadget wanted was on the ground floor, in the main[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]room.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The door at the top of the stairs was closed. She didn’t pause to open it,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]but kicked it open instead. It slammed open, striking another guard and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]flinging him across the room. She watched him hit the wall, then crumble to[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the floor. Then another guard kicked the back of her left knee.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Aaiiee!” she cried, and dropped to one knee. It only hurt a little.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Unfortunately, the belt’s force shield did nothing to protect her from a[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]fist or kick. They didn’t move with enough velocity to activate the force[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]shield. But the blows still hurt, though not nearly as much as they would[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]if she wasn’t wearing the FEM belt. As it was, she was more surprised than[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]hurt. Then he whacked her over the head with his pistol. “Ouuuchh!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]That hurt, and left a growing knot. In a flash of anger, she spun on her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]left knee, and lashed out with her right leg. Her sharp stiletto caught him[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]in the side of the knee and he fell beside her with a grunt of pain.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Crime doesn’t pay, miscreant,” she said.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Fuck you,” he snarled and reached for her neck.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha ducked back, so he missed her neck. Instead, his hand grabbed[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her costume between PERKY mammaries. His blue eyes lit up with wicked[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]glee, and he pulled. She grabbed his wrist and tried to stop him. But he[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]shifted, and lashed out with his good leg. She was struck once, twice,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]three times in the ribs. The FEM Fighter endured that beating, trying[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]desperately to keep from being stripped by that disgusting man. He would[/font]

 

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[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]not have the satisfaction.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Suddenly, two more guards came running back to help.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Shit,” she snarled. “Let go!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Make me.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Too late. The first guard tackled her. Her tough, latex costume was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pulled down to her waist before the guard lost his hold. She felt her 34b’S[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]spring loose and bounce about as she tumbled with her tackler.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Unexpectedly, she found her arms effectively bound to her sides by her own[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]costume.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Get off me,” she demanded when the guard rolled atop her, straddling her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]waist. She kicked and writhed, her heels clacking loudly on the cold tiles.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]His dark eyes immediately dropped to her naked, jostling brown tits, and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]he grabbed them. “Oh! You bastard! You are SO going to pay for that!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The other guard following him arrived, and promptly kicked her in the head.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Hard. Twice. Trisha groaned, her big brown eyes rolling up.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Lord have mercy, these tits are SOFT, Bob,” he said. “And they are real,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]too.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I got something real for her, too,” Bob said, grabbing his crotch. “Let’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]get her FEM belt off, Johnny. She ain’t nothing without it.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Johnny was sitting on her waist, using his body and legs to help hold her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]arms at her side. She panicked when she heard Bob. Without her belt she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]would be helpless. They could do anything to her, with her. Trisha knew[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]it wouldn’t go well for her, not in their unmerciful hands.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha planted her feet, and bucked with all her considerable strength.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She threw Johnny off, and into Bob’s legs as well. She didn’t hesitate.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Rolling away as they tumbled into a cursing heap, she quickly regained her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]feet and pulled her hands out of her sleeves. That left the latex opera[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]gloves shoved up around her Power Braces and her BREASTS flopping in the wind,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]but now her arms were free for fighting.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Bob, Johnny and the second guard at the top of the stairs immediately leapt[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]at her. She was really amazed they were so fast. Pressing a button on her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]left brace, she activated an intense force shield. All three men hit the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]barely visible force field, and were immediately stunned senseless. But[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha gasped as well, feeling the drain on her body from using the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]powerful shield. So she deactivated it as quickly as possible.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Whew!” she said, and took a deep, trembling breath. The shield function[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]sucked more energy, more quickly, than even the stunner beam. She looked at[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the four unconscious men and smiled wearily. “That’s seven of Gadget’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]eight armed guards I’ve taken down so far. Only three to go, counting Dr.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Gadget.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Despite being stripped to the waist, she was rather pleased with herself.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Standing, she started to pull the latex costume back onto her body when she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]heard someone start smashing glass cases. The showroom door was only twenty[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]feet away, and closed. Trisha only hesitated a second, before deciding[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]stopping them was more important than covering her body. Beside, the sight[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]of her GORGEOUS body, and tits, would surely give them pause. A[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]hesitation she would exploit.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Dr. Gadget!” she cried, racing toward the door. “You are going down!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The door was locked. Snarling, she grabbed both knobs to the double doors[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and jerked with all her strength. The doors held for a bare second, then[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]ripped open.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]BANG! BANG! BANG![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The bullets meant nothing to her. She had confidence in the FEM belt. It[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]would protect her. Unfortunately, the outside windows and one of the glass[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]doors shattered from the ricocheting bullets. Property damage was starting[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]to become bothersome, so she lifted her right arm and aimed her fist at the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]security guard, then with her left hand pressed the activation button. A[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]fist thick beam of pure energy shot out and struck the turncoat security[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]guard square in the chest. He wailed pitifully and collapsed.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She scowled at him a moment. The stunner had drained her terribly, though[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]it was only a 2 second blast. Trisha slowly sucked in a deep lungful,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]then slowly let it out as she surveyed the damage in the room. Most of the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]display cases were smashed open, exposing the priceless jewelry within.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha turned angry eyes upon Dr. Gadget and his last henchman, the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]black clothed driver. Both men were Asians and dressed similarly in black[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]sport coats, turtlenecks and slacks. Dr. Gadget was just a bit taller, not[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]counting the bowler he wore.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Dr. Gadget, I order you to surrender,” Trisha said as she marched[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]toward the last two burglars. “Give up or suffer the consequences. I’m in[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]no mood to play games with you anymore.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Dr. Gadget’s handsome face lit up with a smile. He looked to be in his[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]late thirties to early forties.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“What a pleasure to finally meet the famous Trisha KRISHNAN,” Dr. Gadget said.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“So young, but so successful. In two years as a FEM Fighter you have made[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]more busts than most do in five years.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha smiled and nodded. At least he understood with whom he was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]dealing. Not some gullible newcomer to crime fighting. She was quickly[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]becoming a living legend. Her commanders at FEM Force were quite pleased,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and she was up for a promotion, too. This bust would ensure she was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]selected as Ocean City’s next Team Captain.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I’m glad to see you are going to cooperate,” she said.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha stopped three paces before the two men. Both were smiling at her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]like idiots. Then the assistant bowed formally, and Dr. Gadget removed his[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]hat. But instead of bowing, Dr. Gadget flipped the bowler hat around until[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the bottom opening faced her. Then she noticed his finger press something.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]POOF![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Something dark sprang out of the hat. It spread instantly, and she was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]enveloped within a strangely sticky net. The net began getting tighter and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]tighter, and started to dry as well. Gadget’s assistant leapt at her,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]kicking her between her tits. She hit the floor with a grunt.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oh! What have….you….uuugghhh!” she cried. “What is this? What have you[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]done?”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The more she struggled the tighter the net became. In short order her arms[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]were held firmly to her body, and even her long legs were held together.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Her struggles became increasingly pathetic, but she couldn’t stop herself[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]from trying.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Another of my little gadgets,” he said, smirking. “Don’t bother[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]struggling, Trisha DARLING. Those nets were designed to hold an Alpha Meta, so[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]won’t have any trouble holding a mere FEM Fighter.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“You won’t get away with this, Gadget.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oh, but you are wrong, my dear Trisha,” he said. “You are the one who[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]isn’t going to get away. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some looting to[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]do.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Dr. Gadget’s turncoat security guards began stumbling in at that point.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Bob and Johnny led the way. Trisha stopped struggling at Bob’s malicious[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]gaze entrapped hers. She swallowed hard and redoubled her efforts.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Dr. Gadget started emptying the contents of the display cases into cloth[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]sacks. The guards helped as they arrived. All but Bob and Johnny. Both of[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]those men had a score to settle with Trisha.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Hey! What are you doing?” Trisha cried when Bob reached down between[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her legs and started to rub her pubic mount through her latex costume. Then[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Johnny reached in and grabbed both tits and began to squeeze and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]caress her firm, brown globes. “Stop it! This isn’t proper. I’m not that[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]kind of girl, damn you.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Johnny bent over and sucked in a swollen dark nipple. Her eyes went wide[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and she gasped incredulously. She’d been groped before, even had her top[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pulled down a couple of other times, but nothing like this. No one had ever[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]touched her exposed breasts, much less -- Heaven forbid! -- kissed or sucked[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]on them.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Ooooohhhh, YOU!” she cried. “I’m going to beat you like a drum for this[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]outrage.” Then Bob’s fingers slipped under her latex body suit and Johnny[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]unzipped. “Oh! No. Can’t we be reasonable? I’m willing to talk about[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]this.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Johnny reached behind her, to the small of her back. Trisha desperately[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]wiggled and writhed, frantic to escape what he wanted to do next. But it[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]was hopeless, for she was helpless. The captured FEM Fighter groaned[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]miserably when he unsnapped her FEM belt. She felt the super strength and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]endurance bleed away in seconds.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Enough yammering, whore,” Johnny said. “Time for action.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Bob snorted lustily, and then hooked his thick finger into, then through[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the nylon of her black pantyhose. Trisha ’s heart sank when she felt and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]heard the fabric part. Then he ripped open a large slash between her long,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]lovely legs.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Mercy,” she begged. “Please.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Mercy? You want mercy?” Bob asked.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Yes!” she cried, hope suddenly alive again.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Then have mercy on us,” he said. “Put up or shut up.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“What do you mean?”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]In answer, Bob unzipped and pulled out his engorged cock. trisha’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]heart began to hammer in earnest. It suddenly got hard to breathe. This[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]had never happened to her. It was unimaginable. Impossible. Then Johnny’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]cock head pressed against her full red lips.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Bob’s finger caressed her now naked, shamefully exposed pussy lips. She[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]knew instantly she was wet. How humiliating! He massaged her pussy lips a[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]long moment, sending shocking waves of heat and pleasure radiating through[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her shapely body, while Johnny rubbed his dick back and forth across her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]lips, then all over her masked face.[/font]

 

[hotaks]

[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I’m going to -- Huuugggghhhhh!” she started to threaten, but was cut off[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]when Johnny stuffed her hot, sweet mouth with throbbing cock.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Mmmuuuughhhhh.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Bob’s finger penetrated her labia, spreading the glistening lips and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]started to rub up and down her exposed slit. Trisha groaned again, for[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]an intense wave of tingling heat washed over her. She felt her cunt start[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]to tingle and moisten even more. Then he found her clitoris.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Whoa, did you see her jump?” Bob crowed. “I think I found the spot.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]He touched her clit again, and once again Trisha’S whole body was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]jolted.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Hhhhmmmggghhhhhhhhh!” she cried angrily, desperately. But they couldn’t[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]understand her demand to cease and desist. Then Bob started caressing her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]clit, drawing firm circles atop and around it. Every muscle in her body[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]clenched tightly, her back arched and she groaned long and low.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oh, she liked that,” Johnny laughed. “Liked it a lot.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Bob kept up the clit message, and promptly upped the ante by wetting his[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]other index finger and thrusting it up her vagina. Trisha was completely[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]unprepared for that. All she could do was moan and groan and writhe[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]sensually.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Johnny’s cock stiffened even more in her hot, wet mouth. He had a good[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]rhythm going, long and steady. But something changed, for his thrusts began[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]to become increasingly erratic. Then he groaned and buried both hands deep[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]within her raven locks.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]<He’s cumming!> Trisha thought. Then Bob hooked his finger deep within[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her vagina, just so, and hit her G-Spot. “Uuhhhhhhhgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The climax was instantaneous and all consuming. It hit her like a bat[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]between the eyes. It seemed to last an eternity, but in fact only lasted[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]twenty seconds. But it left her spent and drained. Trisha’s whole body[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]suddenly relaxed and collapsed within her sticky, tight bonds.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she groaned, strangely contented.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The vibrations from that groan was too much for Johnny. He lost it. Trisha[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]’s eyes popped open as she felt his cock convulse, then began to spew[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]jizm. In no time her cheeks puffed out and she grew frantic.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Swallow, Slut,” Johnny demanded, reaching down and twisting her ears[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]brutally. Trisha obeyed, and quickly began gulping the hot, sticky cum[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]down. “Good Girl.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Wow, we got this pussy purring,” Bob laughed. “Look at her go. She[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]lapping up your spunk like it’s her last meal.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“If you two are finished, it’s time to go,” Dr. Gadget said, grinning[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]wickedly down at Trisha. She licked her lips after Johnny pulled out,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]all the while glaring daggers at Dr. Gadget. “She looks all wet. Nothing[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]worse than a smelly, wet cat. Hang her up to dry, men. I’m sure the police[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]will enjoy the sight when they arrive.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]They produced a rope and hook, and then hoisted Trisha up five feet off[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the floor and in the middle of the display room. She cursed and growled,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]but it did no good. Soon, the laughing thieves departed.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Vile miscreants,” she muttered.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha struggled with all her feminine strength, but without her FEM[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]belt fastened around her tiny waist she was not up to the task. Then she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]felt something.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oh,” she said, a tiny smile curling the end of her full lips. Then she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]felt it again. “Oh, yes.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The net was starting to loosen. And better, her body weight was pushing[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her downward. Her booted feet were sticking outside of the net’s unmerciful[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]embrace, which meant an opening below. Within minutes her knees were past[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the slowly widening opening. So she began writhing and kicking her newly[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]freed feet and legs.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Ouch!” she cried as she suddenly plopped out and landed on her shapely[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]rump. “I’m free!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]First thing, Trisha pulled her costume up and over her naked tits. With[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her costume back in place, she retrieved her FEM belt and fastened it in[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]place. She sighed gustily as she felt the super strength and endurance flow[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]throughout her slim body. It felt so wonderful to have power again.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Now to catch Dr. Gadget,” she said, starting to run toward the shattered[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]front door. Her tall stilettos crunched loudly through the broken glass.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Damn! They’re getting away.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha passed through the door just as Dr. Gadget’s panel truck pulled[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]out of the underground shipping docks. She paused only long enough to see[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]which direction he was going, then raced across the street and back down the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]alley she strode up earlier. Her super fast and versatile Super Heroine[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]transportation waited. A supped up black Ninja.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]RRRRROOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She gassed it, and peeled out in a cloud of burnt rubber smoke. She was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]doing sixty by the time she hit the end of the alley. Trisha expertly[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]applied just enough break and gas, at just the right moments and was racing[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]down the street after Dr. Gadget in no time.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]On the bike, catching up was the easy part. Then she had to hang back[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]with her lights off to keep from being spotted. Otherwise, she found it[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]painfully easy to trail them to an old, abandoned three floor office[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]building in an office park on the rundown northeast side of Ocean City.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Parking her bike, Trisha watched the building. Soon lights lit up on[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the third floor. She smiled and headed over casually. This would be a cake[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]walk. Nothing to it. Dr. Gadget and his loser henchmen were in their own[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“home” so would drop their guards.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She found the panel truck backed up to the loading bay. The bay door was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]closed and locked, as was the adjoining office door. No bother. She wore a[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]FEM belt, so seized the door knob and ripped the door open.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“When will people learn, always install and use deadbolts,” she said,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]grinning wickedly. A dead bolt probably would have stopped her from ripping[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]open the door. If it was well made and installed correctly. “You’d think[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]professional criminals would know better.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]There were no lights on the first floor. She found a long, dark hallway[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and headed for the front, center of the building. Toward the entry. The[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]main stairs would be there, and take her straight up to her targets. The[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]only sound to be heard was the tap-tapping of her boots echoing in the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]barren hallway.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I’m going to catch them with their pants down,” she said, grinning. After[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]their VERY minor victory earlier in the evening, she knew they had to be[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]feeling supremely cocky right then. “I don’t think Dr. Gadget can invent[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]his way out of this one.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]It still miffed her that she allowed herself to be suckered earlier.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Ah, the stairs,” she said, finally finding the entry foyer.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The stairs were long and curved up around the back wall, like something out[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]of an Old South Plantation house. Trisha looked around, but saw nothing[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]threatening. So she started up the stairs. Despite knowing her prey was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]feeling safe and security in his hideout, she still expected to run into at[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]least a couple of goons guarding the way in.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She clicked up the stairs at a brisk pace, though kept a close eye out for[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]guards. Trisha knew the stairs were a vulnerable spot for her. Even so,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]she flinched and yelped when Dr. Gadget’s voice blasted over the overhead[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]speaker system.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Good evening, Trisha darling,” he said.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Gadget! You fiend, where are you hiding?”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I’m amazed,” he said. “You should know that curiosity killed the cat, my[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]dear.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“And you should know that cats have nine lives,” she said. “And I’ve[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]already escaped one of your insidious gadgets.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“So you have,” he said. She was two steps from the top of the stairs.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Then when her foot stepped on the next to last step up, he said, “But there[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]is more than one way to skin a cat.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]All the steps suddenly swiveled, turned to an angle, turning into a smooth[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]slide beneath her feet. Trisha s feet slipped out from beneath her. She[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]fell hard onto her gorgeous little tits.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Ooofff!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Ouch, bet that hurt, my dear,” he crowed over the speaker has she slid on[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her belly all the way back down to the first floor. “Weee! Wasn’t that[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]fun?”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Yea, lots of fun,” she muttered darkly as she stood and brushed her front[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]off. A movement to her right caught her eye. She ducked and dove to the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]side, just as a POOF! sounded and another sticky net missed her to splat[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]into the far wall. “Nice try, Gadget, but I don’t make the same mistake[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]twice.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]SNICK.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“What?” she said, looking down as something latched onto both ankles. The[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]floor had rolled back between her legs. Something started to rise up from[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the opening. “Oh my God.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She reached down to her right ankle to remove the shackle that had snapped[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]around her ankle. Two metal tentacles began to rise up out of the opening[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]then, heading toward that most intimate place on her body, between her legs.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Frantic, she seized them, one in each hand. The tentacles were very[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]powerful, very hard to hang onto. She struggled with them, desperate to[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]keep them from her pussy.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Having fun,,super whore?” Dr. Gadget asked over the speakers. She heard[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]laughter behind him. Her face suddenly blossomed red. So humiliating.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Again. “If not yet, then you soon will be. I’m sure you’ll LOVE my next[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]little gadget, which I call Robo-spanker.”[/font]

 

[hotaks]

[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She glanced between her spread legs. The device that rose up looked like a[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]roller on two columns. On that roller hung a long, leather paddle. Her big[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]brown eyes widened in shock. Then the roller began to turn, faster and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]faster. Soon it was spinning at full speed, the black paddle getting closer[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and closer to her hiney. She locked her knees straight, trying to get her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]shapely hiney as far away from it as possible.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]But it wasn’t enough.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Ooowwwwwwww! Bastard!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Ooooowwww!” Trisha cried. It was impossible. She couldn’t be caught a[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]second time in the same night, by the same master criminal. It wasn’t[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]right. There was no justice in it. CRACK! “Ooowwww!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Then, to add insult to injury, the tentacles changed tactics, and went[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]after her wrists instead. Surprised by the new tactic, and distracted by[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the Robo-spanker, the tentacles seized her wrists and held fast.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The pain was intense. Deep, humiliating pain. It was the first time in[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her twenty years she was spanked.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]They weren’t love taps, either. She felt her eyes burning, tears[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]threatening.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Stop it!” she wailed. “Stop it![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Yeeoooowwww!” she cried, tears rolling in earnest now. “I demand you stop[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]this now!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha couldn’t take it. This was beyond anything she ever imagined[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]could happen to her. Dr. Gadget was surely a perverted monster.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The tears flooded out of her eyes. She wailed and strained at her bonds.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]It had to stop.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]CRACK![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha snapped. She growled and strained with all of her super human[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]strength, now pumped up with a torrent of adrenaline. The tentacles snapped[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]at their base. Her right leg ripped the shackle out of the floor and then[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]she pulled the left out after she moved away from that wicked Robo-spanker.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Then she kicked the Robo-spanker over and over, until it was completely[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]smashed and smoking.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Such violence,” Dr. Gadget said in an awed voice. “No wonder you are such[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]a sucker for this BDSM stuff.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oooohhh, YOU!” she cried. “Gadget, you are SO done for.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]POOF![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Once again, Trisha reacted instinctively, and leapt to the side in just[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the nick of time. The net sailed past her to vanishing into the dark[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]corridor.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha rolled to her feet, squatted down, glanced up and judged the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]distance, then snapped her legs straight. She vaulted up and over the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]second floor railing. Instantly, she dropped low into a defensive position.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Sticks and stones, my kitten,” Dr. Gadget’s mocking voice filled the dark[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]room.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha ignored him. She glanced around. It took a moment, but she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]found the camera. Indeed, she spied a dozen cameras just within her sight.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]There wasn’t a corner or cubbyhole he couldn’t look into.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Why don’t you make it easier on all concerned and just surrender now,”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha said. “We all know that ultimately I will prevail. You’re time[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]is limited, Gadget.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“We all know what?” Gadget said, laughing. “So far, it’s been YOU that’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]failed in every encounter with me and my gadgets. So why don’t YOU[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]surrender?”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha scowled at the disembodied voice of her foe. His taunts meant[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]nothing. She was more concerned about where his next attack would come[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]from. Gadget was so hard to predict. She saw strange shaped items all over[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the place. Gadgets to spring out and captured her. Some were obviously[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]decoys to distract her so the real threats could jump out at her from her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]blind spots.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha eyed the stairs up to the third floor warily. She didn’t want a[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]repeat of the first set of stairs fiasco. Besides, the base of those stairs[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]had several strange looking devices attached to the wall, ceiling and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]handrail.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Instead, she moved over to the handrail and looked down at the first floor[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]foyer. It was still dark. No Gadget goons threatening to come up behind[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her. Good. At least she had that, though it was small consolation. It[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]meant they were all waiting for her upstairs.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]<It’ll be fun,> she thought with a wry grin.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Turning around, she looked up to the third floor landing. An easy jump for[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]a FEM fighter. She saw no gadgets to threaten her on the railing. Trisha[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]could execute a quick vault over the railing and take a defensive[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]stance. No goons up there. Yet. She suspected Gadget wanted to catch her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]without human help. He wanted to do it with his ridiculous inventions.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha squatted, and jumped. She vaulted over the third floor railing[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and landed with a clatter of stilettos on tile. The sexy Super Heroine[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]immediately dropped into a defensive stance, low and menacing.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Nothing,” she said, vaguely disappointed there wasn’t some kind of ambush[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]waiting to break through and prove her prowess. She didn’t care for Dr.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Gadget’s cavalier attitude. “I’ll change that soon enough.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Change what, super Pussy?” Dr. Gadget’s voice echoed through the empty, dark[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]halls.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She scowled. His listening devices were much too sensitive.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Where are you cowering, Dr. Gadget?” she called. “Show yourself. Come[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]out and fight me like a man, you geeky pervert.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Once again, sticks and stones, Miss Kitty, sticks and stones,” his mocking[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]voice said. “By the way, LOVE the way your perky. Makes me wish to spank those too!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Perv,” she muttered.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The top floor was even darker than the previous two. The landing at the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]top of the stairs was relatively open, with the three story high windows of[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the entry atrium providing faint moonlight. But the hallways leading north[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and south were pitch black. But she noticed a thin sliver of yellow light[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]lining the southernmost door in the south hallway.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Smiling, Trisha began a sultry strut toward that light. They were all[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]waiting for her behind that door. She knew it. They knew she knew it.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Things would get interesting once she passed through. But she was confident[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]in victory. After all, it was only ten MEN again one FEM Fighter Super[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Heroine.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]They were doomed.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The only sound was the tap-tapping of her heels on the polished tile. She[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]forced herself to walk slowly. Make them wait. Let them imagine how[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]ferocious her attack would be. Let them fret and worry. Let them worry[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]themselves into a lather. She would be calm and relaxed, like the great[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]predator she was. And they were nervous, nasty rats.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]<No match for the likes of me,> she thought.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]All of her senses were afire now. She felt the A/C drafts. She even felt[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her breasts tingling, her nipples hard. Her pussy was wet and tingling too.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Butterflies in her belly. Always the same sensations where she KNEW she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]was about to enter into mortal combat. Tonight, she would go down in[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]history as the greatest of all FEM Fighters, or she would fall and “go down”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]on wicked men the rest of her life.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“No problemo,” she muttered, smiling confidently. “I never lose.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Correction, super Pussy,” Dr. Gadget sneered through the intercom. “I never[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]lose.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha walked right up to the door with the light bleeding out around[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]it. Completely unmolested. She was only slightly surprised. It proved to[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her Dr. Gadget planned his ultimate surprise behind that door. But Trisha[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]had a surprise of her own.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Kicking the door in, she darted left and back into the darkness of the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]hallway instead of running straight in. She knew that confused them. And[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]when they came charging out looking for her, one at a time, the sexy Super[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Heroine would take them out one at a time. Easy. A cake walk. But then[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]she didn’t hear anything. Nothing. No one came charging out. No one so[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]much as cursed her for not playing their game.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Frowning, she crept back to the door. Peeking inside, she found the room[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]empty. Then Dr. Gadget’s laughter filled the air. She heard his men[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]laughing in the background.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Fooled you!” he cried.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Idiots!” she snapped, brown eyes flashing. Turning on a heel, she strode[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]down the hallway angrily, fists clenched and jaw set. She would teach them[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]a lesson or two tonight. “MEN! Always playing stupid games.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She passed the stairs without a glance. Her gaze was fixed on the door at[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the north end of the building. It was, after all, where she saw the light[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]come on when she first arrived. Why hadn’t she remembered that before they[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]made her look stupid? Well, she was determined it wouldn’t happen again.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]No way.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha walked straight up to that door she KNEW Dr. Gadget hid behind,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and kicked it with all her considerable FEM belt enhanced strength. And it[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]didn’t budge. Indeed, she staggered back two steps. That had never[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]happened before.[/font]

 

[hotaks]

[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Reinforcing the door won’t save you, Gadget,” she yelled. “I’ll rip this[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]whole building down around your perverted head if I have to. But you won’t[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]get away from my wrath, you craven coward.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Yada, yada, yada,” he said, his voice echoing through the hallway. “It’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]not my capture you need to concern yourself with, Trisha –my would be pet whore, but your own[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]imminent capture.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The enraged FEM Fighter started to respond, when a strange clicking sound[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]reached her. Glancing over her shoulder, Trisha stared incredulously.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]It took a long moment to realize what it was she saw in the dim light of[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]that dark, dark hallway. A robot that “walked” atop its metal-like[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]tentacles. A sort of mutant, robotic octopus.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Trisha, I’d like to introduce my greatest gadget, Octo-Pussy-Tamer,”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Dr. Gadget’s gleeful voice crowed. “You two have fun. Oh, and by the way,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]this will all be caught on tape and broadcast over an internet porn site[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]later today, along with your humiliation back in the museum.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha s blood froze. Dr. Gadget had the security tapes made when she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]was momentarily captured and sexually violated. How rude! That was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]illegal, too.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Then the lights snapped on. The hallway was flooded with intense light,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]momentarily blinding the hapless Super Heroine. The Octo-Pussy-Tamer wasn’t[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]affected by the sudden change in lighting.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha’s eyes snapped shut. She could still see red through her closed[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]lids the light was so bright, and of course bright spots danced before her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“vision.” Spreading her legs apart, she threw her left hand out for balance[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and the right covered her closed eyes. Almost at the same time she heard[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the strange clicking shuffle of the Octo-Pussy-Tamer start her way.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The FEM Fighter tried to open her eyes, but the intense light stabbed[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]cruelly at them. So she staggered back a step, to buy time, now with both[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]hands extended before her to ward off any attack. Gadget and his men[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]laughed uproariously in the background, the laughter tinny through the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]speakers.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Gadget, you won’t get away from me,” she growled, then felt something that[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]made her heart skip a beat. A metallic tentacle wrapped around her left[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]wrist and pulled. “Eeeks!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha slitted her eyes open, so narrow she was gazing through her long,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]thick lashes, and aimed a brutal kick at the bulbous metal body of the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Octo-Pussy-Tamer. Her stiletto heel bounced off it, leaving it unfazed.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Let go…of…me,” she demanded, grabbing and pulling at the tentacle around[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her left wrist. A second latter the metallic body of the Octo-Pussy-Tamer[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]was right beside her. She pushed at the main body, and then felt a tentacle[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]wrapping around her right ankle. “NO!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Too late. Another tentacle encircled her left ankle and then another[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]wrapped around her narrow waist. Her right hand was now busy batting more[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]tentacles away, until it too was ensnared and a powerful steel tentacle[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]captured it.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The Octo-Pussy-Tamer’s “head” dropped to the floor, flipped over onto its[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]flat top and Trisha was lifted into the air. Once her feet left the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]floor she lost what little leverage she had. Now she truly felt helpless[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]for the first time in her life.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha struggled, using her powerful, FEM belt enhanced body to wiggle,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]buck, push, pull and otherwise try to twist free. But the insidious gadget[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]snaked more tentacles around her. First, tentacles wrapped around her legs[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]at just below her hips and above her knees. In no time her legs were all[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]but immobilized. The hapless Super Heroine strained with all her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]considerable might to keep her legs together, but the Octo-Pussy-Tamer[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]slowly pulled them apart and very wide. Meanwhile, she felt but barely[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]fought more tentacles wrapping around her upper arms, neck and trunk of her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]body.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Gadget! Release me this instant or else!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]A snicking sound caught her attention. Looking around frantically, she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]finally spotted the devious device making the noise. It was one of the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]tentacles, with a pair of sharp scissors for its tip. It was heading toward[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her crotch. Trisha writhed and bucked with all of her strength, but the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Octo-Pussy-Tamer was too strong. She was held firm and still as the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]scissors reached her crotch.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Snip![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oh! You sicko perv!” she cried.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]One cut, and her nether closure was cut open right above her pubic patch.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha felt the shiny latex fall away, leaving her pubic mound covered[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]only by blackpantyhose. Glancing down, she saw her black pussy patch[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]through the much thinner black nylon. The tight latex of her costume pulled[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]up past the FEM Belt, leaving the waist band of the pantyhose exposed. And[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]worse, her slit was completely exposed because of those nasty men ripping it[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]open there earlier in the evening.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I see Paris, I see France, I see Trisha krishnan’s hot pussy through a rend in[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her pants,” Dr. Gadget sang. His men’s hooting and laughter echoed behind[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]him through the speakers. “Uh-huh! Here it comes again!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“What?” she said, and then spotted the scissors returning. They went[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]straight to the hole in her pantyhose, then started cutting again, this time[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]straight up her body and quickly left her pantyhose completely cut open and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]hanging off her tight rump. Then the scissors rose up over the FEM Belt[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and started cutting the latex costume, heading toward that spot between her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]small breasts. “Oh, no! Not that!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Her protests were ignored. Within seconds her black latex costume was laid[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]open and hung from her nearly naked body like a travesty of a cape. Only[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her arms and hands were sheathed in latex now. She felt the cool air[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]conditioned air wash over the newly exposed golden brown flesh. Her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]tits tightened from the cold air, and she felt her dark nipples[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]harden as well.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Uuuggghhhhhhhhh,” she cried, straining with renewed vigor to escape.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Try as she might, Trisha was not strong enough to break free.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Shall we find out how my insidious little gadget got its name?” Dr. Gadget[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]asked. “Octo-PUSSY-TAMER.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“No,” she said, eyes wide now.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Looking down the length of her sexy body, Trisha saw another[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]specialized tentacle. This one possessed a wet looking dildo. It was ten[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]inches long and bright red. Then it “snicked” and began vibrating loudly.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]She shook her head in denial, her blood running cold at the sight.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]<How did he know?> she asked silently. <How did he find out my greatest[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]weakness is vibrators!>[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha , vibrated herself into la-la land every morning, noon and night. It was the last thing she did before going to sleep, the first when she woke the next morning, and she always “rewarded” herself a brisk session at lunch break. She couldn’t get[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]enough. Now she feared she’d get too much.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The dildo was thicker than her own.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I’ll go away and leave you alone!” she offered. “Just let me go. I[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]promise!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I don’t think so, super slut,” he said. “I was wondering if Trisha’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pussy had nine lives as well.” He laughed. “Or at least nine climaxes!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“No!” She cried as the vibrating dildo reached her moist snatch. It[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]unerringly went straight to her clitoris. Trisha’s body instantly went[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]rigid. Her eyes went wide and she cried out. “Aaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Erotic heat washed over her. She gasped and panted, shook her head in[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]denial and strained to break her bonds, but all to no avail. Trisha[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]wasn’t going anywhere until Dr. Gadget was finished with her.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oh, pleassseeeee,” she begged as the heat turned to something more. She[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]was too roused up. Too excited. Too surprised. The climax came too[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]suddenly, and she was overwhelmed.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The vibrating dildo stayed on her clit until three soul searing orgasms[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]were ripped from her sweaty, convulsing body. Then Dr. Gadget had it slid[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]down to the bottom of her slit, and slipped into the Super Heroine’s tight[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]vagina. Her whole body jerked and jerked again.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Too much!” she cried. “Oooooo, what are you doing to me? Why, oh God,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]why!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Because, it’s fun,” Dr. Gadget laughed.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha grit her teeth and let out a long, low groan as the vibrating[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]dildo pushed in deeper and deeper with a firm, steady pumping motion. It[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]was maddening. She wondered if Gadget could read her mind, setting the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pumping speed at just the right pace to break her. It was the very same[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pace she pleasured herself with three times a day.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Stop! I surrender!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Too late,” he said. “Here comes another one.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Huh?”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha heard another vibrating dildo click on. She looked around, but[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the tentacle around her slender neck restricted her movements. But she[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]didn’t need to see it to know where it was located, or that it was heading[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]straight for her asshole.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]But before the second dildo reached her, Trisha felt the erotic heat[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]infusing her gorgeous body suddenly change again. That rush to climax[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]consumed her thoughts as she felt her whole world flip and spin, as waves of[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]intense pleasure ravaged her mind, soul and will power.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]<Can’t….take….much…..more,> she thought as the climax reverberated through[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her body. Aloud, she just groaned, “Uuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh, Santa[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Maria, Mother of God, sooooo goooood. So terribly good, how am I too fight[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]it?”[/font]

 

[hotaks]

[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Don’t fight it, my sweet pet pussy cat,” Dr. Gadget said.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Her eyes popped open. His voice wasn’t over the speakers, but right next[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]to her. She opened her eyes and found him gloating over her. He still wore[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]all black and the hat, but also a black mask. He caressed her small tits, then began rolling the nipples between his fingers. She closed her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]eyes and groaned again, just as the second dildo reached her rump.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oh, no, not that,” she begged. “Anything but that.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Gadget said nothing, then leaned over her body and sucked her left nipple[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]into his mouth and started sucking hard. A tremble washed over her body it[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]felt so wonderful.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The second dildo vibrated between her silky smooth, brown butt-cheeks, and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]quickly pressed up against her puckered and clenched sphincter. She fought[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]that most humiliating of penetrations with all her strength, and the dildo’s[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]progress was stymied. But Dr. Gadget wouldn’t be denied, and had a plan.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]While sucking on her nipple, he send a hand sliding, caressing, down her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Soft flat well toned belly, over her bikini waxed pubic patch, and to her clit. His[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]touch was firm and knowledgeable. He knew just how much pressure to apply,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]and where to apply. And worse, he knew just how to “rub her wild.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Uhhh,” Trisha grunted. “Please stop. You don’t understand what you’re[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]doing to me.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Oh, Sweet Puss, I understand completely,” he said.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Suddenly, another climax ripped through her overheated and exhausted body.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Once again, she lost control of her body and screamed with pleasure. In the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]brief instant of all consuming pleasure, the second dildo penetrated her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]sphincter and pushed in a good four inches. Trisha’s body went instantly[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]rigid, and she gasped loudly, big brown eyes wide in disbelief.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Mother of God!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]The two greased up dildos quickly fell into an alternating pumping action.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]While one was pushing in, the other was pulling out. It drove her over the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]edge again after on a long moment. And with each stroke, the dildos drove[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]in deeper and deeper, until they were all the way in.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Meanwhile, Dr. Gadget removed the two power braces from her wrists. Then[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]he removed her FEM belt. Trisha was already too exhausted to get any[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]help from the belt, since it ran off her body’s energy, so she didn’t feel[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the loss of any strength as it was unsnapped and pulled from around her tiny[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]waist.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Dr. Gadget ran his fingers through her long, silky black hair for a long[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]moment, then began caressing her soft cheeks. She barely paid him any heed.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]His insidious Octo-Pussy-Tamer was all she could think about, and what it[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]was doing to her helpless and very responsive body.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Fear and sexual stimulation was too much. She felt her body betraying her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]once again, and felt that rush to climax surge through her body as he began[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]to pull off the mask. It gave, and she felt the mask start to peel away[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]from her face. Her sphincter began to clench around the vibrating dildo, as[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]did her pussy muscles, then the orgasm exploded deep in her quivering belly.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Anther soul searing climax ripped through her. She screamed and for the[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]first time, ground her pussy and ass against the violating dildos to milk[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the last ounce of pleasure out of the experience. It was unconscious, and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]she didn’t even know she was doing it, but Dr. Gadget noticed and smiled.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Good night, Trisha krishnan,” he said, and kissed her slightly parted red lips.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I have to go make arrangements for your disposal.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha stared up at the non-descript ceiling, panting furiously as[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]another climax started to build. She knew it was over. That she was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]captured and wouldn’t escape her fate. But for the moment, it felt like[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]heaven between her legs.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]<Pussy tamer, indeed,> she thought. <I won’t make it to morning.>[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]# # #[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]It took forever for the next morning to arrive. And then another eternity[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]for Dr. Gadget to arrive. When he came, he brought all of his goons, and[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]several extra men. She recognized one of them as Rod Dickey, an infamous[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pornographer.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Gadget powered off the Octo-Pussy-Tamer. Trisha felt the tentacles[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]slowly lose power and strength. Gadget’s henchmen seized her, and she was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]pulled from the gadget’s grasp and forced to her knees. The rest of her[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]shredded latex costume was removed, leaving her before them in nothing but[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her choker and boots.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif].She looked up at him with dazed eyes. Trisha was too exhausted to fight[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]him.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“I like it,” Rod Dickey said. “It’ll have a nice ring Trisha Krishnan is FEM Fucker.”[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“What?” she asked, confused.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“The title of the first porn movie you’ll be making,” Dr. Gadget said,[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]grinning fiercely.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Zzziiipppp![/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Trisha looked up and saw that Rod had pulled his cock out. It was[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]semi-erect.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Suck it, slut,” the pornographer demanded.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Without thought, the defeated FEM Fighter crawled up to him and rose up on[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]her knees. She gingerly took his manhood in both hands and began to suck on[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]the rubbery head.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned in pleasure.[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]“Ooohhhhh,” Rod answered. “You were right, Dr. Gadget, Trisha is[/font]
[font=tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif]TAMED.”[/font]