by Don Ship
“Hhnnggghh. Nnggh,” Jennifer groaned, started to pump her mouth up and down Kidd’s cock, as the frat boy frantically humped her from behind. She was almost there. Erotic heat filled her spectacular body, driving her wild with pleasure and need. So close. So very close. And then the frat boy reached down under her, grabbed her sloshing monster tits, and started squeezing and fondling them. That tripped her trigger. “Aaaaaagggggghhh!”
“Oh shit!” the frat boy cried. “Her pussy is vibrating! It’s so….augghh. Aw, shit, I came too fast.”
“Next!” Kidd cried, and laughed.
Chapter 2
“Oh, my aching head,” Jennifer groaned, sitting up in the semi-dark. She rubbed her forehead a moment, then rubbed her aching twat. It was pretty much always aching with need when she woke up, but that ache seemed more urgent, more profound. Her pussy was extremely sensitive, and quite wet. “What happened? Where am I?”
Then it all came back. Kidd. His three hookers. Lady Layla. The Bliss, and…”Kidd prostituted me off last night!”
“Shut up, slut,” a gravelly male voice rasped out beside her in the bed.
Jennifer’s baby blues went wide, and she looked at the seven foot tall man beside her. He was huge, in every way. And she didn’t remember him at all. Her libido thundered to life. Mouth dry, she licked her full lips and then bit her lower lip as her baby blues fell on his limp cock. It was still huge, despite being flaccid. She so wanted to suck it, lick it, riding it like a naughty little….
“Ugh, must stop thinking like that,” she muttered, shaking her head. The feel of her waist-length, tousled black hair bouncing around, caressing her naked back, shoulders and tits, sent waves of pleasure through her body.
Very slowly, she eased out of the bed. The room was unfamiliar, but it was obviously a cheap motel. The stench of stale sex, booze, and cigarettes assaulted her sensitive nose. Looking around, she failed to find her dress. That’s when she noticed how sticky her entire body was. Even worse, she realized why her pussy was so sticky wet. Cum was oozing out of it. And it was coming out of her butt, too. How many men fucked her last night?
“Eww,” she said, face screwed up. “My jewelry! Those miscreants stole a hundred thousand dollars in diamonds and rubies.” That’s when she realized she was wearing different shoes, a pair of black strappy sandals. “And they stole my fifteen hundred dollar shoes. Oh, that really ticks me off.”
“Shut up, whore,” he cried again, and threw a pillow at her.
“Slut? Whore,” she said, recalling what he’d called her so far. Her baby blues narrowed as she contemplated evil deeds. Then she spotted his clothes piled on the floor beside his side of the bed. Jennifer slipped into his shirt, which was way too big so covered her to mid-thigh. Then she picked up the rest of his clothes and left. “Thanks for the good times, dickwad.”
Jennifer looked around. It took a few minutes, and she had to walk two blocks in the pre-dawn dark, but she finally figured out where she was. At least it wasn’t Sugar Town, but it was still a red light district on the far east side of Grimme City. She found a cell phone and wallet in the pants, with enough cash, so called a cab. Once it arrived, she tossed the cell phone, wallet, and clothes into a trash can and left.
The sexy billionaire had just enough time to get back to her penthouse, in the Jade Towers office building, shower and dress for work. Fortunately, her penthouse was next to her sprawling office. Just walking through a door made for a short commute.
Jennifer felt like a million bucks…make that five and a half billion bucks, after her shower. As a super heroine, she had to be able to shake off such minor ‘setbacks’ to continue to function. It was the mark of an Valkyrie woman to be able to do that. Normal women would be shattered, an emotional basket case for weeks, months, even years. Not Jennifer and her cohorts in costumed crime fighting. They were superior women, made of stronger stuff.
All made up, waist-length hair sexily twisted, tucked, and pinned in her signature style atop her head, she put on her power red suit – red jacket and mid-thigh skirt, with dark hose and black stiletto pumps. Then she donned the glasses she didn’t need, and strode purposely into her office.
“I have a full day, but my night is free,” Jennifer muttered, baby blues narrowing as she settled in behind her desk. “Lady Layla and The Kidd will be getting visits from Ms Patriot tonight. Somehow I don’t think they’ll be as pleased with tonight’s outcome as they were with last night’s.”
There would be no problem going back out as Ms Patriot that night. Normally getting forced climaxed multiple times meant she was depowered for a few days. Her super heroine powers could only be unlocked by her power belt, and that belt needed pent up sexual frustrations within her to fuel it. Fortunately for her, Bliss was mostly gone within eight hours, but some of it lingered for up to three days. The effects of the lingering Bliss kept her super horny while sleeping, so she woke up full to the brim with pent up frustrations.
“After my first meeting, I’ll get online and find out what I can on Lady Layla,” she said, baby blues fierce. “Finding Kidd won’t be a problem. Never is.”
Jennifer spent the next hour preparing for her meeting. When her intercom buzzed, she smiled. Her secretary, Cindy, was probably just buzzing her to remind her it was time. The pretty brunette was super efficient that way.
“Yes, Cindy?”
“Um, Ms Jade, you have visitor,” she said, sounding uncertain. “I’ve advised her that you are busy, and about to go into an important meeting, but she insists you want to meet with her first.”
“Who is it?”
“A Ms LaBeauf.”
The name was unfamiliar. But she had a few minutes, and it seemed unfair to force her secretary to do her dirty work. Obviously, the visitor was proving too much for Cindy. And besides, after last night she needed someone to vent her anger upon. The pushy woman out in the lobby would do fine.
“Send her in. I have thirty seconds to spare.”
“Yes, Ms Jade.”
Jennifer stood up and started gathering everything she needed. She heard the door open, and the steady clicking of stilettos on the expensive hardwood flooring. The beautiful CEO and Chairperson didn’t bother looking up, wanting the determined visitor to understand she was too busy to waste any time.
“Hello again, Jennifer,” a vaguely familiar voice said, smooth and rich. “You look remarkably well after last night.”
Jennifer froze, heart hammering. That woman knew what happened to her at the club? Then she surely knew about her and Kidd, and how Kidd peddled her sweet round butt to one and all comers. Who else knew? In all the excitement, the rush to get to work in time, she’d forgotten others witnessed her degradation. At least some of them had to know who she was.
She looked up, into the gorgeous face of a blonde. A familiar blonde.
“You!” Jennifer cried, stepping up to the blonde, pressing her tits into the blonde’s tits they were so close. She pushed her face within an inch of the other woman’s face, heart filled with righteous outrage.
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You are the woman that drugged me.”
“I am? How did I do that?”
“You snapped a capsule of Bliss under my nose, and that left me utterly helpless to sexual exploitation,” she growled, all those kinky memories rushing into her mind. Those erotic memories sucked the air out of her lungs, leaving her body quivering with remembered pleasure. She rocked back on her heels, leaning her shapely rump against her desk for support. Deep breaths helped to calm her raging emotions and libido.
“Oh, really. So, were you exploited?”
Jennifer’s baby blues narrowed at the beautiful blonde, now wearing a red suit jacket, black skirt, fishnet stockings and stiletto knee boots. She looked so smug and confident. The sexy billionaire smiled, thinking how great it would feel while she slapped that vile woman down.
“You know I was. You filmed the whole…oh. Oh my,” Jennifer said, mind suddenly reeli
ng. Every sex act, ever trick turned was recorded by that woman. “Oh my Goddess, you’ll ruin my sterling reputation! How dare you! Give me that tape.”
“First off, Bimbolina, it was a digital recorder. No tape,” Layla said, smugly. “That file is loaded into a computer, linked to an e-mail address and ready to automatically send copies to every news organization in the free world. Also, every employee of Jade Enterprises, including the company officers and board members, will get a copy. You know they are all going to watch it.”
“You monster! How dare to try to humiliate me like that,” Jennifer cried. “I’ll…I’ll…”
“You’ll shut up and do what you are told, because copies of that file will also be sent to the DA and the Vice Squad. You know they will arrest and prosecute you for prostitution,” Layla snarled.
Jennifer’s entire body went cold. Layla was absolutely correct. She would be prosecuted, and convicted. The DA, who hated her, would make an example out of her. She would go to prison. She knew she wouldn’t fare well in prison.
“Oh Goddess,” Jennifer gasped out, mind reeling.
“Now listen and obey, because if this takes too long, I won’t get back to that computer in time to stop the e-mail,” Layla said.
“How much do you want?” Jennifer sneered, trying to regain control of the situation and her raging emotions. She’d dealt with blackmailers before. Ms Patriot would fix it all, later that night. For now, she had no choice but to cooperate. “I’ll write you a check.”
“Ha. You are a funny girl,” Layla said, stepping around Jennifer’s desk and sitting in her chair. The sexy blonde cross her long legs, and looked Jennifer up and down appreciatively. “Kneel before me.”
“What? I will not,” Jennifer said. “This is outrageous. You are obviously here to blackmail me, so tell me how much and get out of my life.”
“Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock,” Layla said. “I have all the time in the world. If you want to save your reputation, and maybe even escape a prison sentence, then you don’t have much time to waste. Tick. Tock.”
“Oh Goddess, why must I…agggh,” Jennifer cried to the heavens, hands curled into tight fists. No time to think. As a super heroine, it was her stock in trade to make snap decisions. Those decisions were only good half the time, but she had no choice. Jennifer dropped to her knees. “Okay, I’m kneeling. What do you want?”
“I want…you,” Layla said.
“Me? I’d rather my reputation be ruined, to be dragged through the gutter, than become your slave,” Jennifer snarled, starting to get up.
Layla touched her shoulder, making the beautiful, raven-maned woman remain on her knees.
“I never said you had to be my slave,” she said. “But you do have to be obedient. To an extent.”
“To what extent?”
Layla smiled victoriously and rose to her stiletto-heeled feet. “Come with me.” Jennifer hesitated. “I said, come with me. Now.”
“Goddess! All right. I’ll cooperate. For now,” Jennifer said. “But if you don’t offer up a viable option soon, one I can live with, then all bets are off. I might be destroyed but I won’t go down alone.”
“Charming,” Layla said, smirking. “Heel.”
With that, Layla strode toward the door confidently. Jennifer knew a second’s panic. She understood implicitly what Layla wanted her to do, what she expected. If she failed this first test, then it was all over but the crying. But Jennifer wasn’t prepared to lose it all over something like the previous night. So she hurried into position behind Layla, and paced her perfectly in her subservient position.
As they exited the office door, heading for the elevator, Layla snapped out, ”Cancel all of Ms Jade’s appointments. Clear her schedule for the rest of today.”
“Ms Jade?” Cindy said, clearly confused.
“Do it,” Jennifer said, hurrying after Layla.
When Layla stopped before the elevator, she clasped her hands before her and waited. Jennifer reached around her and pressed the down button. A waiting elevator opened, and Layla led the way in.
“Kneel, Jennifer,” she said loud enough to carry throughout the billionaire’s office.
Jennifer gasped, but dropped to her knees as Cindy stared open-mouthed at her. Thankfully, the doors closed and sealed her in with that woman, Layla affectionately petting the top of her head.
“Good girl, Jennifer.”
“You’ll pay dearly for this.”
Layla turned around and regarded her coldly. “Kiss the toe of my right boot.”
Jennifer’s first thought was to jump up and waylay that cocky bitch. Instead, she dropped to all fours and slowly pressed her pursed lips to the toe of Layla’s boot, leaving a clear lip print. The submissive act of kissing her foot, then looking down at the lip print sent waves of pleasure and need radiating throughout Jennifer’s voluptuous body. She started panting, liquidy heat infusing her loins, lower belly, and tits.
“Lick it.”
The way her body was reacting told her she was far less recovered from the previous night’s debauchery than she thought. Indeed, she reacted so quickly and profoundly, she suspected the lingering effects of the Bliss were stronger than she realized.
“Grrrr,” Jennifer said, but started licking that shiny black leather. Then the elevator doors opened, and people started pushing inside. They all stopped to gawk. “Oh Goddess.”
Jennifer gasped. As humiliation flooded her, sending her mind to reeling, Jennifer tried to swallow but her throat was too tight. Indeed, her chest was just as tight and it was getting harder to breath, getting hotter, too.
“Jennifer, heel,” Layla snapped, turned and strode off.
“Yikes!” Jennifer cried, leapt to her stiletto heeled feet and pushed through the crowd.
Layla walked out to a waiting limo. She forced Jennifer to kneel before her inside, with the door open for all to see. Then Jennifer again had to kiss and lick her boot, during which the door was finally closed.
“You will continue licking, licking your way from the tip of my stiletto, up my inner leg to my cunt,” Layla said, pulling up her skirt to reveal she was going commando, then back down my other leg to the tip of that stiletto heel. Start.”
“I…I…I can’t…too humiliated,” Jennifer gasped out.
“Honey Melons,” Layla said, reaching out to unbutton Jennifer’s suit jacket and admire her tits, stuffed inside a bright red bra. No shirt. Layla grinned wickedly. “Very sweet melons, indeed. But, back to what I was saying. If you are going to successfully complete your punishment, then I suggest you wipe your mind clear. Do not think about what you are doing. Just do it. Do everything I say, and don’t hesitate. If you fight me, if you even hesitate, I will be angry and intensify the punishments.”
“Punishment? For what? Stepping on your toes? It was a crowded dance floor,” Jennifer said. “My feet were stepped on several times. It hurts, but it’s expected.”
“You manhandled me and humiliated me,” Layla said. “I always return any insult tenfold.”
“I think you’ve quite succeeded already,” Jennifer said.
“Oh, we haven’t started,” Layla said. She reached out, and yanked off Jennifer’s bra, sending her boobs to jostling. “I was humiliated in front of my friends and associates. Therefore, they must witness my revenge. You have to be humbled before them.”
Hope came alive within Jennifer. So, an hour or so of groveling and debasement, and she was free. Then Ms Patriot would come back for her pound of flesh. It was doable. Humiliating, but she had endured worse as Ms Patriot.
“Damn. You wasted so much time rattling on, that we arrived before I got my twat licked,” Layla said, clearly miffed. “You’ll have to be punished for that, too.” She yanked off Jennifer’s jacket, leaving her in nothing but tight skirt and heels. The door opened, and Layla immediately slipped out. “Jennifer, heel.”
Jennifer rolled her eyes, but hurried out after her mistress. She returned to her position, and they walked
through the double glass doors before she could orient herself. Once inside, though, Jennifer knew where Layla took her. Scattered around the room full of bistro tables were various pieces of bondage furniture. Wicked devices to hold men and women perfectly still, in various kinky positions to be gawked at and sometimes to be fucked stupid. As Ms Patriot, she’d been bound within and soundly fucked in many similar pieces of debauchery.
“Club Depraved?” Jennifer said. “I thought this place burned down.”
A familiar woman stepped out of the back door, which led to the bathrooms and offices.
“We rebuilt,” Domina Dorothea said as she sauntered toward them, a sexy cruel smile spreading across her lovely face.
Jennifer froze. She’d had one encounter with that beautiful dominatrix, with the big blue eyes and long blonde hair. Domina Dorothea had used her rather brutally in her Ms Patriot guise. The memory of that two hour S&M tryst caused Jennifer’s twat to start aching and burning, growing steadily wetter.
The beautiful dominatrix wore shiny, dark blood red latex: corset, opera gloves, pants, and lace up thigh boots, and truly looked stunning with her tall, curvy body with the double-D silicone tits. Even her riding crop was the same dark red. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her jewelry was excessive: wide diamond choker, with matching chandelier earrings and bracelets.
“Dorothea, darling,” Layla said, cupping the other dominatrix’s face, then kissing her on the lips. “Could you keep my sexy little friend entertained while I go slip into something more…appropriate?”
“It would be my pleasure, Layla.” Dorothea said, looking Jennifer over with lusty relish. “Take your time.”
Chest and throat tight, Jennifer was forced to pant to get enough air while Domina Dorothea slowly walked around her, looking her semi-nudity over with hungry, cruel eyes. She finally stopped in front of the helpless billionaire, and cupped her boobs with both hands.