by Gentry Race
She turned around and pulled another lever. The doors slid open to reveal a sight of horror I couldn’t grasp. As far as the eye could see, thousands and thousands of users and infected villainesses crowded the large hall, like a sadistic can of sardines. Western accents were met Japanese font outlined in dazzling purples, blues and greens. These lettered sections projected out and marked off individual rooms housing different torture situations that one might see on display in some kind of sex club. A BoNaNzai in all its glory.
Naked men lay in harnesses as they screamed at the top of their lungs while being whipped into submission. Across the way, we saw a group of villainesses scissoring each other, rubbing each other’s evil vaginas as it dripped clear liquid into a yearning man’s mouth. This place was lawless. Banned programming had flourished here ever since Iconoclast had pulled its control.
We passed another projected exhibit. Some poor fantasy of a twerp in the real world coming here and upgrading his woman with sexual attachments. He looked like a doll builder at best, watching his newly formed girls play with each other like some kind of level up Barbie crafting show.
I thought that one was weird, only to see it trumped by the next.
A fully exosuited military commando was transforming into a lion. A Were-Lion holding a large six-shooter like some two-bit Dirty Harry. Furry girls were caressing him up and down his massive body. He had his other hand on the back of the head of a purple-haired girl as she blew him, moving her mouth up and down on his cock. They were all villainesses, at the mercy of their paying attendees.
My sexy curved spine tingled at the thought of how many villainesses we could knock off just in this place, but that was only a fantasy. The real mission, for now, was to find what was hunting them. We pushed past each con-goer, with their heightened fantasies on overdrive and their sick minds run a wild. Hera was quick to make her way in, and I could see Crystal was enjoying herself, extending sharp glass shards from her jeweled suit, instantly backing people away. Behind her, Ari hissed, being felt up by a villainess in a webbed suit. He brushed her off as we made our way to the bar.
Aulani motioned for us to split up, motioning for Blitzkrieg and Ari to go left. Then she tapped Slipstream and Crystal to go to the right. With a favorable look in her eye, she pointed for me to follow her to the back.
Aulani looked toward the two that remained, “Hera and Aeropounder will stay here.”
“So, the villainesses are running this shit show now,” Hera said, crossing her arms as more attendees passed her by.
One guy was intrigued by her green mohawk and crazy green makeup, and took a quick slap at her butt. She caught his wrist and snapped it back. The poor fella’s avatar disappeared, sending him back to whatever creepy trailer park he had come from.
I cautiously looked back to Hera and Aeropounder as I walked away and then to each pair head off with skepticism as we walked away. Splitting up was not the best idea, but if we were to cover the ground we needed to, it was the only way.
Toward the back, in the dark VIP area, circular couches were nestled in a row next to a DJ spinning music that was more wretched than razorblades scratching up guitar strings. My ears hurt from the noise, and my nose was filled with the putrid smell of sweat and stale sex. This place was foul.
Aulani walked gracefully in front of me, holding her hand out, pulsing violet energy into her palm to light the way. Her small ass was pert and firm under the hexagonal fabric that hardly crinkled from her movement. Only then did I notice small sectional cuts repeating along her thigh, revealing more golden metal skin underneath. She was just about my height, boosted by the black high-heeled boots she wore. She looked back at me, seductively eyeballing my voluptuous female frame. First my tits, and then my crotch.
“I’ve never met something like you,” Aulani said, now looking forward as she made her way though the VIP area. “You are something else.
“And you are a villainess,” I said. “When did they turn you?”
We reached an area lit in black UV light, the contours of our suits ignited in a fluorescent purple white, accentuating our figures. After scoping out the enclosed room, she took a breath and sat down on the plush, crushed velvet bed. Mirrors were everywhere, revealing the real purpose of the room.
“Turn me?” she asked. “I wanted to be turned.”
“Wanted to?” I asked. “Why voluntarily submit yourself to the dark side?”
“Not everyone wants to be good,” Aulani said, placing her hands on each knee and slowly pulling them apart. She ran her hands along her inner thighs and back to her knees. “I did my part to get here. I was one of their ‘bitches’ for a few months before they actually infected me.”
This wasn’t the first time I had heard of such an act; villainesses marking apprentices on the promise of turning them. Making them their ‘bitch’ — a term obviously stolen from the prison scene. This was not all that different… They were in prison. A prison of morale.
I studied her mousy features. A small nose framed by dimples when she smiled. Her eyes were large and as purple as the energy she was able to emit. Her golden metal skin was now a deep violet, reflecting the room’s ambience.
I slowly walked over to her, my hips switching back and forth harder than a hooker’s. I knew what she wanted and I was curious what this new body could do.
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” I asked, jutting my hips outward. “You want to see it, right?”
Gone were my steel hard six-pack and manly frame. I ran my hands down my ‘M’ logo and over the curvaceous belly pooch wrapped in the high-thighed, G-string suit. My cock was swelling by the second. Aulani slowly felt the bulge, rubbing it up and down. I could tell she was infatuated by it — by me. Both male and female.
I unzipped the upper jacket of my suit. My metallic tits hardened in the cold club air, more sensitive than usual. Aulani first rubbed her hands along the sides of them and then swirled her fingers on top like a small signature. She rose up to my breasts and kissed my nipples, eventually graduating to deep sucking motions. She felt my steel-hardened cock protruding from the G-string sheathed under the sheer spandex.
I pulled back my hair, not used to the length. That’s when I felt her hot mouth on my cock. She was fast to put her lips on it and I quickly helped her get the right angle on her deep-throating movement. In and out, she kept me in heaven. Both hands easily fit on my metal shaft as she stroked it.
I reached down and opened her suit jacket, feeling her hardened breasts. Never had I been with another ‘metallic’. Her tits were firm yet soft to the touch. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, ready to cut class if she wanted to. She popped her mouth off my cock with a hard sucking sound and laid back.
“I want the Mantium,” she moaned.
My excitement skyrocketed, hearing her call for me.
I could see her purple-golden abdomen shine in the light as she rubbed her muff over the suit. She wanted it free. I knew what I had to do. I slowly crawled my way to her, admiring my gorgeous form in the mirrors. My ass was perfect. My tits hanging over her feet. I lowered myself, sliding my sensitive nipples over her legs and up to her small thighs.
Even as a futanari, I was larger than her frame. She was as small as they came. I kissed her belly and pulled the tight suit from her waist. A strangling G-string cut into hips begging to be released. I grabbed each string and pulled along her body and down to her high-heeled boots. I could see now that the heels were made of steel and serrated, ready to kick the shit out of a superhero.
With her pants roping her legs together, I flipped her small body over with ease. Interlocking panels connected to each other, making up her skin. Her metal skin looked like mine, save for smaller patterns. I felt her ass, pushing around the firm skin, running my hands up to her waist and belly. She pulled her knees to the bed and pushed her muff out like a cat in heat. She wanted to be wrecked. With every touch, she made a slight moan.
I pulled my tiny G-string to the si
de, letting my hung eggplant of a cock fall onto her swollen, engorged labia. I rubbed the tip up and down, feeling the hot villainess juices I had come to know so well. I pushed myself in and felt her stretch out. She gasped and buried her head into the crushed velvet. Only a few inches deep, I grabbed her hips for leverage, easing the rest of me into her. She kicked her knees out from the girth and arched her back in submission.
I slowly pumped her pussy, working her into it. A golden cream, purple in the light, coated my silver cock and eased the friction. She was metallic through and through. I picked up one leg and shifted my weight onto my foot, angling my cock into her in a new way. She gripped the bedding tighter and looked back at me with a sultry look, gritting her teeth.
In and out, I glided my shaft inside her. I noticed my beautiful body in the mirror. My Greek goddess tits bouncing around as I pushed my cock into the golden mistress. With each breath, each movement, she moaned hard, but not louder than the sounds of the wretched club beyond.
I stopped, wanting to feel my tits over hers. She collapsed on her belly. I pulled her suited pants off completely and flipped her around. Her paneled legs were spread eagle, her golden labia as shiny as wet metallic paint.
She was on her back, resting on her elbows. Her metal-skinned breasts perked out into the air. I felt them on mine as I ran my breasts over the front of her body. I was just at her neck when she grabbed my wide hips and pulled me into her. My breasts slipped on top of hers. I pushed my hard cock inside her and filled every inch of her.
She had both shiny legs in the air as I gently drove myself deeper and deeper inside. She moaned and panted with each push. I let my tits fall on hers, in ecstasy as my nipples were stimulated.
She locked her purple eyes with mine. I could tell by her smile, the sweat on her brow and her tired eyes that she was ready for my load.
“Give it to me,” she screamed, pushing me harder inside her. “I want your cum.”
She wants me to cum inside her?
This woman was definitely crazy, but I was overcome by the pleasure. Heightened in so many new ways, I couldn’t describe the feeling.
The edge of my orgasm felt like a fear-fueled mob breaking down the door of this metallic, wet castle. I held onto my load as long as I could.
In a moment of weakness, I burst inside her. I could feel with each thrust the hot goo filling her up. I continued to pump, though, unsatisfied with stopping. This felt different for me. The pleasure was all over my body. Feeling sex in a woman’s body from a man’s mind.
“I feel it,” she moaned. “Oh my god.”
My silver cock was sopped with milky white and golden cream from her insides. I glided into her easily, coated in both of our secretions. I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them and using them as handles as I pushed as deep as I could go without hurting her.
“I think I can go again,” I said, feeling that my cock was steel-hard still. “Where do you want this one?”
She smiled and licked her lips. “I want a necklace.”
Hearing her utter those words made me nearly cum again right on the spot. I pulled out my cock and put myself over her stomach. I laid my wet pipe in between her firm breasts and thrust back and forth. The mixture of her jizz and mine coated her purple golden breasts.
She helped me press her breasts together, wrapping them around my shaft and increasing the friction. I saw myself in the mirror, a gorgeous brunette. I saw my tits exposed in the air and felt my ass jiggle from the extraneous movement.
She caught the head of my dick with her mouth each time I pushed it forward. I was on cloud nine. I gave one final thrust and arched my back in submission.
A load as large as they came shot from my cock in silky, white ropes, strung on her neck, leading into her mouth. She caught what she could.
Finally, she let go of her breasts and grabbed my shaft, pulling me into her mouth and sucking every last drop out of me she could.
I fell onto the bed next to her. My body was on fire and my balls slightly ached, feeling completely drained. This experience was on a whole other level. I wanted more, but we still had work to do.
Hopefully the rest of the team was having as much fun as I was.
8
Necrotized
Not able to move the same, Aulani and I walked out of the VIP area like two marathon runners after a race. We were beat from the sexual prowess we both expressed. She had her small arm wrapped around my thin waist, letting her fingers dangle over my wide hips. I had my arm around her petite shoulders, letting my hand fall onto her cleavage.
“I’ve never had a dick from a woman before,” she said, pulling her arm from around me.
She couldn’t resist the urge to slap my thick ass, shaking as I walked. It was strange to be objectified like this.
“Well, don’t get used to it, beautiful,” I clarified. “Once we find this Lazarus, then it’s back to hunting your kind.”
A heavy look fell on her face. I could tell she wasn’t happy to hear that little detail, but it was the truth.
“You know,” I said. “You could always join us.”
She laughed hysterically. “Getting cured is not on my agenda. I serve Tessa.”
I was quiet, trying to figure out the right way to pitch it to her. “You could join us as a villainess. As long as you promised to help in our hunt, we would let you be.”
“Sounds like selling out my own kind,” Aulani said.
BAMF!
A loud blast came from the hallway. We doglegged left and then right, into the large convention. People were scurrying away from the event, off to the left. Smoke and dust billowed up into the air, obscuring the colorful Western and Japanese style markings in the air. More noise rustled from the area, along with echoes of lady voices fighting.
Maybe they found Lazarus, or at least one of his jumpers.
Aulani and I ran toward the commotion. As the dust cleared, we could see Blitzkrieg with her large hands around Ari’s neck. He hissed furiously, his forked tongue jetting from his mouth. It looked like his eyeballs were about to burst from their stitched-together sockets. Hera was pulling on Blitzkrieg’s arm, while Aeropounder had her large hammer locked under Blitzkrieg’s arm, trying to pry it from Ari’s throat.
“Blitzkrieg!” Aulani yelled out. “Get off him.”
She snapped her head around, her menacing eyes and drooling tusks ready to gouge someone. “This fucking lizard tried to touch me.”
“You know you want it, baby,” Ari tried to muffle out.
Ari was up to his usual no-good shenanigans. ‘Touch first, ask later’. When was he going to learn he needed permission to grab a woman?
Blitzkrieg squeezed his throat one last time, instilling in him the message she was only able to physically was convey at that moment.
Hera let go, shaking her arms out from the strain, and looked to me and Aulani. She sensed something unusual about us and smirked at her own thoughts as to what that was. I knew what she saw. I just hoped she’d keep it on the downlow until this job was over.
“Now that we’ve got that pent-up energy out,” Hera said slyly, “why don’t we finish what we came here to do?”
Several seconds later, the unmistakable cracking of whips echoed from across the way. We snapped our heads in that direction to see Slipstream cracking her light whips violently as she made her way backward toward us.
CRACK! CRACK!
“Your fucking girl got bit,” Slipstream yelled out, making another crack at what looked like a pale, white creature dressed in a studded nude suit, jutting sharp diamonds from her skin.
Crystal.
From a bite on her hand, the large, white infection had spread to her head. Her eyes were bloodshot around a blinding ice blue. She shot diamond hard projectiles at Slipstream, who cracked them out of the air with her whip.
“I won’t let you take my sister from me!” Crystal screamed.
Aulani pulsed purple telekinetic energy from her palm. Blitzkrieg roared in
anger, while Ari shot to his feet and screamed an eerie hiss, holding a syringe of Hera’s serum ready for injection. Aeropounder popped her massive spike from her hammer. I stepped in front of them, burning red-hot energy from my eyes, just before noticing a flash of speed as Hera bolted away.
The necrotized Crystal took a blow to the face from what looked like a blur. The necrotized Crystal fell back from Hera’s blow, and Slipstream cracked her whip on her. Crystal caught it with ease, wrapping it around her arm. The electricity burned into her skin with a sickening sound, but the necrotized Crystal didn’t mind. It was like she got off on the pain. She screamed and ripped the whip away from Slipstream.
Slipstream turned around to see us already running up. Aulani got there first, blasting purple telekinetic energy into Slipstream’s face. She screamed into the blast, as if loving the heat that was frying her face. Blitzkrieg pounced high into the air, landing her massive knuckles onto the Crystal’s head. The necrotized Crystal buckled to the ground, but was still scrambling, shooting projectiles from its body.
Crystal screamed, “Nyx!”
The poor woman was screaming for her sister.
Aeropounder slammed her thick, spiked hammer into Crystal’s head. A popping sound came from her neck, but still the beast was trying to bite her. It was like it was hardwired to eat villainesses, no matter the state its body was in.
I finally stepped up, my hardened paneled skin ricocheting the diamond-hard spikes away from my gorgeous body. I couldn’t help but to jut my hip out and arch my back, exuding an even sexier presence. The mangled Necro tried to claw her way toward me, smelling my pheromones. She could infect me if she got too close. She wanted to taste what this supervillainess was about, but she would be disappointed. Only ‘the Grey’ was here. Gone were the feelings I’d had for the once lovely Crystal, the sympathy I had known for her over her twin, Nyx.