Supers 2

by Patrick Stewart

  The café.

  He could take her to the café, grab a tea, and… chat?

  “So you’ll do it then?” Anika asked, apparently pretty good at reading his mind. “Great,” she added, without waiting for his response. “Now, can you focus on my needs?” she muttered.

  “Right,” Lucas said.

  His cock was already pressed against her pussy. He moved his hips forward and drove it inside. Anika let out a gasp. “No, no no,” she moaned. “Hurts too much!”

  Chapter 2

  Later that day, Lucas sat in his local café opposite Jenny. It was awkward, as it had been on the drive here. Lucas was beginning to regret the whole thing. He’d barely spoken to the girl in the past few weeks, he knew very little about her to begin with – what the hell was he supposed to talk about? The weather? The sun was out. How did the conversation go on from there?

  He wondered if this was what blind dates back in the day were like? At least in those situations, both participants wanted to be there.

  Lucas was forced to be here by circumstances out of his control.

  And now, he was regretting it.

  Sitting opposite Jenny, he found he wasn’t very good at small talk. What was it Anika had said about him? Silent, moody, brooding?

  Fuck it, Lucas thought. I’m going with the weather.

  “It’s a nice day,” he muttered.

  Ugh.

  Horrible choice of conversation opener.

  Jenny glanced outside. “Yeah the- the sun’s out,” she mumbled. She brushed aside a strand of her blond hair, tucking it away behind her ear, she stared at him once more, an intensity in her eyes that Lucas hadn’t seen before. “Why do you hate me?”

  “What?” Lucas asked. “I don’t hate you.”

  “Then why have you been ignoring me?”

  “Because I-” Lucas stopped, not wanting to speak his thoughts, not wanting to tell her the urges he’d been feeling towards her, wanting to take her hard, take her now even. She wore a tight blouse, her perky nipples pressed against the material, showing her breasts beneath were squished together. Lucas wanted to rip it off, free her breasts. “I’ve just got a lot going on,” he finished.

  “I know that, and I’m sorry for all the troubles you’ve had because of me,” she said, tears now bubbling in both eyes.

  “Why are you blaming yourself?” Lucas asked, confused.

  “If I hadn’t injected you with the master serum and given you those crippling headaches, you’d never have needed to send the girls to kill the Super. You wouldn’t have lost his body to the Authority; the Red Heads wouldn’t have kidnapped Anika. Everything that happened was because of me.”

  Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, her lips quivered, but she kept back any sobbing sounds.

  Seeing her like that, any thought of wanting to fuck her left Lucas’s mind. What he wanted to do was jump across the table and scoop her up in his arms.

  But instead, Lucas reached across the table and took her hand in his.

  “Until now, I hadn’t thought of it like that, that it was your fault. But you’re right. None of this would have happened had you not injected me with the master serum. Because of you, we got rid of Mayor Carcass. Do you know how much that means to me?”

  Jenny nodded. With her free hand, she wiped away her tears. “You’ve wanted to kill him since…” she stopped.

  “Since he murdered my dad in this very café,” Lucas said, swallowing hard. They had been sitting at this very table, back in 2015, when Mayor Carcass, the Super that went on to be in charge of the town had killed his dad, before walking out, laughing. “I’ve wanted to kill him for so long, but I never had the courage to do it. Because of you, he’s dead. So thank you for that.”

  Jenny nodded, and in her eyes, Lucas could see she believed him. “What is it then?” she asked. “Why do you hate-” she stopped before saying, “dislike me?”

  “I don’t dislike you. It’s just, every time I look at you, I get these thoughts in my head, and I think it’s because of the serum I was injected with. I want to push those thoughts out, but I can’t do it if I look at you.”

  “What thoughts?”

  “Huh?”

  “What do you think about when you look at me?”

  “Just… stuff,” Lucas mumbled.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” Jenny asked.

  The signs of having cried only moments ago no longer present on her face, she reminded him of the first day he’d met her, sitting in the park, when she had demanded he take her home with him.

  “Why are you asking me that?” he asked, frowning.

  “Because it’s all I can think of,” Jenny said. “Somethings going on with me. I don’t know if its natural. You’re handsome, you’re desirable. You could have any girl. I don’t know if that’s why I want you so badly or if… if it’s the slave serum that I’ve been injected with. There’s something inside me, this burning desire to please you.”

  Her cheeks began to colour, but Jenny continued, her voice low. “I want you to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me, my mouth, my pussy, even my butthole. I want you to own my body.”

  She leaned in, her blouse cut low, the pink flesh of her breasts pressed together seductively. Her hand reached under the table and rested on his knee. Lucas assumed because she couldn’t reach any further thanks to the table.

  Fuck.

  He wanted her badly too.

  He wanted to pick up the table and throw it out the window. His super strength could possibly be fading, but he reckoned he had enough in him to still do that.

  He wanted to rip off her clothes, pick her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, he wanted to drive his cock into which ever hole of hers it fit into, the pussy or her ass, he didn’t care.

  It was a strong urge to fight back, and one Lucas felt himself losing to.

  “I- something is wrong,” Lucas gasped.

  “What?”

  “I want to do those things to you, but that’s not normal,” he said, his voice low.

  “So you do want me?” Jenna said, her voice loud, heads turning to look at them.

  Lucas sighed. There was no denying it any longer. “Yes I do… So, what are we supposed to do?”

  “We have sex!” Jenny exclaimed. “You want me, I want you, what’s the problem?”

  Put like that, there didn’t seem to be much of a problem. Sure, there was a small part of Lucas’s mind that argued otherwise, stating this wasn’t natural. But it was a small part, and Lucas began to doubt how accurate that small part of his brain might have been.

  He remembered back to the first day he’d seen here.

  It was here in this exact café.

  He remembered thinking a girl that hot, dressed in a short skirt, her long legs on display, she was going to get herself into trouble.

  He’d been right too.

  Jenny had attracted the attention of a gang member and a Super. The two had fought to the death over her. The Super won, but his victory was short lived. Lucas killed the Super to save Jenny, stop her from being used as a piece of meat, as a sexual slave.

  After saving her, Lucas had left her behind and wandered off. Jenny followed after him, catching up with him at the local park, she demanded he take her as his.

  It was a strange demand.

  People didn’t usually want to be slaves.

  It had been a tempting demand considering how hot Jenny was. Lucas had declined, but the matter was taken out of his hands when she injected him with the master serum, a serum created by the Super Vengeance, a serum that gave him total and complete control over her.

  He’d found her attractive before he’d been injected with the serum.

  And she gave herself to him voluntarily.

  Maybe all the serum did was make that attraction stronger?

  “Fine, let’s do it,” Lucas said.

  “Fine?” Jenny’s lips twitched. “I don’t think anyone has ever been that reluctant to have sex with me before.�
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  “I think it might be more than just sex,” Lucas muttered. “I want to do stuff to you.”

  “Sounds good,” Jenny replied.

  “You haven’t even heard what I want to do to you.”

  “Don’t care. My body is yours to command. Literally.”

  That’s what Lucas had been afraid off, Jenny relinquishing control, nothing to hold back his urges, his sudden dark desires. Fuck it, Lucas thought, as he sighed deeply. What’s the worst that could happen?

  “Want to get out of here?” he asked.

  “Finally. Yes!” Jenny said, eyes sparkling.

  They were about to leave when Lucy the cute barmaid came by their table. “Ready to order?” she asked, smiling widely.

  “Uh, we were actually about to leave,” Lucas said.

  “Oh,” Lucy’s face fell.

  “Is everything okay?” Lucas asked.

  “Yeah it’s just-” she stopped, before starting again, “You’ve heard Mayor Carcass died, right?”

  Both Lucas and Jenny nodded quickly.

  “And the leader of one of the gangs, the ones that dye their hair red, she’s dead too. It left a power vacuum. The town is a bit of a mess at the moment. Lots of Supers and gangs fighting each other. Not many humans venture out. My customers have dropped like, 90%. The ones I do get now are either Supers or gang members. Most don’t pay.”

  It was as Lucas had imagined, that there would be a power struggle. The Supers were fighting to be Mayor, the gangs to take over territory vacated by the Red Heads. It made sense on why the café was empty, pretty much, save for the four guys sitting near the door, all wearing leather jackets, the symbol of an eagle stitched onto the arm or back.

  They belonged to the Flying Eagles gang, which probably meant they wouldn’t pay.

  So Lucas and Jenny were Lucy’s only paying customers.

  “Actually, I think I’m hungry,” Lucas said.

  “Yeah, I can eat,” Jenny nodded.

  They placed their orders, and Lucy, beaming, hurried off to prepare their food. With her gone, Lucas took in how empty the café really was. They were here just past noon, usually peak time. Normally every table would be taken.

  “The roads were quiet too, weren’t they?” Jenny asked. “Not many people out.”

  She was right. Lucas hadn’t noticed at the time, his mind occupied by other thoughts. Thinking back, they hadn’t passed many cars on their way here, or many pedestrians out and about.

  “Who do you think will be the next Mayor of the town?”

  Lucas shrugged. Not only did he kill Mayor Carcass, but he also took out his second in command, Martha. “Could be Trident, or Carnage. Those two Supers are fairly strong.”

  “Are they going to fight it out, like in a ring or something?” Jenny asked, excited.

  “Mayor Carcass has been in charge of this town pretty much since The Strikes. I don’t actually know how it’s going to play it out.” He didn’t think it would be that civilised though, with the Supers settling their differences in a ring of some sort. No, it would probably play out in the streets.

  “In other towns, usually the ones that kill the Mayor become the Mayor, right?” Jenny asked.

  “Yeah, I guess so,” Lucas replied.

  Staring out the window, he was distracted. The road opposite them, a black armoured four-by-four had just turned into it, driving halfway, it parked by the side of the road. There was nothing on that road. At least, nothing of interest. So, question was, what the hell were they doing there?

  Jenny cleared her throat somewhat noisily.

  Lucas turned to find her staring at him, an expectant look in her eyes. Had he zoned out? Had she said something else? “What?”

  “In other towns, usually the ones that kill the Mayor, they become the Mayor,” Jenny said.

  Right, Lucas thought. He’d heard her say that once already. So, he hadn’t zoned out? But why was she staring at him like that?

  And then it hit him.

  Ah, right.

  “Yeah, fuck no,” he muttered.

  “Why not?” Jenny asked. “You’d be great.”

  “Not interested.”

  “You could make this town a better place, you could help people!”

  Lucas shook his head resolutely. He’d spent the past few years obsessing over the Mayor of the town, obsessing on how he could kill him. With that finally achieved, Lucas didn’t know what he wanted to do, but he knew he didn’t want to be the new mayor.

  Luckily, Lucy arrived at that moment with their food, stopping Jenny from predictably asking why he didn’t want to be the new Mayor.

  As Lucy placed his plate of piping hot food in front of him, Lucas stared out the window once more, and down the road through which the armoured car had driven and parked. The car was still there. But it was empty of its occupants.

  Those were now by the sides of the road, one hid behind a large wheelie bin, another rested his shoulder against a lamppost that had snapped in half midway, the top half rested on the pavement, bent in the middle. A third guy lay in the middle of the road, an assault rifle before him placed on a stand, he stared through the scope.

  Stared through it…

  It was pointed at the café.

  Lucas shook his head, trying to understand what was going on.

  “What’s the matter?” Jenny asked.

  He looked at her, and then, past her at the four guys sitting at the table, all wearing leather jackets. And then he remembered what Lucy had said, why most of her customers had stayed away.

  Gang wars.

  “Fuck,” Lucas muttered.

  He grabbed Jenny by the arm and pulled her across the table and onto the floor just as gunfire rang out and the glass windows of the café exploded. Both him and Jenny were showered in shattered glass. Bullets whizzed past him and struck the counter. Lucy screamed as she hit the ground.

  The four guys sitting at the other end of the café, two were still in their seats, their black leather jackets now covered in red as blood dripped out. The other two were on the ground, cowering behind the table, looks of terror written across their faces, they held pistols in their hands.

  “Stay here,” Lucas said to Jenny.

  The girl nodded, her face pale, she backed up against the wooden barrier between the tables, her knees up and pressed against her chest.

  Staying low, Lucas moved along the counter until he came to the wooden half door. Lifting up the top part, he pulled the door open and stuck his head in.

  “Lucy?”

  She sat on the floor in a similar position to Jenny, back pressed against the counter, knees pressed to her chest, her black skirt hiked up, she turned to look at him, face pale.

  “You’re going to be okay,” he told her. “Stay here and don’t move,” he gave her the thumbs up.

  She didn’t respond but continued to stare at him blankly. There was more bullet fire, and badly aimed, it struck the ceiling, sending dust and debris falling down on him.

  Leaving Lucy behind, Lucas crawled towards the guys on the floor beside the door. Both still had pistols in their hands, but they had yet to fire back. He didn’t blame them. They had no idea where exactly the bullets were coming from, and they must have guessed the bullets were fired from assault rifles, not mere pistols.

  At his approach, one of them pointed his pistol at Lucas.

  “Seriously?” Lucas asked.

  “Who are you?”

  “Lucas,” he replied.

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “It’s not supposed to mean anything, dipshit. It’s my name. You asked who I was?”

  “That’s not what he meant,” his buddy chipped in. “Are you with them?” he asked, nodding his head towards the shattered windows and beyond.

  “If I was with them, would I be crawling towards you on the ground?”

  “He’s got a point, Freddy,” the chubby guy with short hair said. “I don’t think he’s with them.”

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sp; “You guys going to use your guns, or are you going to just sit there and wait to die?” Lucas muttered.

  “We’ve got pistols, they’ve got fucking machine guns!”

  “They have assault rifles, not machine guns,” Lucas muttered.

  He reached for one of the dead guys still sitting on the chair and pulled him down. As his body hit the ground, both Freddy and the other guy shuddered.

  “What are you doing?” Freddy asked.

  Lucas felt across the dead guy’s body, tapping him from his waist, moving up his leather jacket. He felt the hard metal near the chest and dug his hand inside. He pulled out the pistol tucked into the inside pocket.

  “I’m going to have a chat with the guys shooting at us,” Lucas said.

  “With a pistol? They have fucking machine guns!”

  “Assault rifles,” Lucas muttered.

  He glanced down the café towards Jenny, who sat with her eyes closed, knees pressed to her chest, her body rocking side to side. Lucas crawled towards the door, the bottom half wooden, it had two glass panels rising from midway to the top.

  He lifted his head and stared out through the glass towards the road opposite. He could see the guy still on the ground, assault rifle before him resting on the stand, his head sticking up, he was no longer looking through the scope.

  Lucas searched for the other two he’d seen earlier. They were no longer in their previous positions. It didn’t take him long to find them. Both had moved closer and now stood by the mouth of the road, assault rifles held close to their chests.

  All three were relatively easy targets for Lucas. They didn’t strike him as professionals. But he didn’t want to kill them, even though they had already killed two members in the café, he couldn’t find it in him to open the door, leap out and fire.

  So instead, he pulled his t-shirt off and opened the door a few inches.

  “Don’t shoot,” Lucas shouted out, waving his t-shirt through the gap in the door.

  “What are you doing?” Freddy hissed. “Why are you waving your t-shirt?”

  “Ya man. I don’t know you well enough, but you strike me as those guys that like to pull off their shirts just to show off their chests,” the slightly chubby one mumbled.