"Pretty," she told him, applying the lipstick to his lips.
Richard struggled not to speak. He sat on the chair in front of the bedroom window, the pale afternoon sunlight streaming in.
The Fist sat opposite Richard, applying the lipstick. When she was satisfied, she sat back and observed her work.
"Very
pretty," she said. "I like it. Stand up."
Richard did. He stood in front of his captor, naked, blushing under her gaze. He kept his hands in front of his penis.
She laughed at him.
"No need to cover yourself up, boyfriend," she cackled. "I've seen your little dick before. Didn't I suck on it real good that one time? When we first met?"
He looked at the ground, didn't say anything.
"Put these on."
She tossed a pair of sheer, lace panties at him.
"Why," he whispered.
"No, no," she said. "No questions. Just put them on."
He bent down, and did as he was told. He slipped one leg in to the panties, then the other. He pulled them up to his waist.
"
Very
good," the Fist told him. "Turn around."
He did what she ordered.
"You have a nice little ass, Richard," she said. "You're going to be very popular. I'm a little jealous. Lift up your hands for me."
"How does he have control of you?"
"Don't ask personal questions," she snapped.
She slipped a bra around his upper torso, and pulled it tight behind him, fastening it. He would need some kind of padding, she thought.
"It's just, he isn't very nice to you. I have some money. If you wanted to, we could get away, I could help you, take you - "
With a quick push, she shoved him onto the mattress. The same mattress that he had watched her get fucked on by the monster she called the "Master" only the night before.
She knelt down onto the bed next to Richard, and pushed him down onto the mattress, holding him there.
"Oh, boyfriend," she said. She laid down next to him, keeping her hand on the small of his back, so that they were face to face.
"Yes?"
"It's too late for that. You are sweet. I like you."
She giggled, her large breasts bouncing. She pressed herself next to him.
"He's changed me," she said. "If I don't get what he puts in me, I will die- but I won't die fast. When they had me in jail? I screamed until I passed out from the pain and then I woke up and did it all over again. I
wished
I would die, I prayed I would scream until I finally couldn't scream anymore and then I would die."
She kissed Richard on the mouth. He tried to pull away, but she put her hand on the back of his head, kept him there while she shoved her tongue into his lips. After a moment, his body slumped, and he resigned himself to letting her kiss and tongue his mouth.
"But I didn't die. I probably would have lived like that for years until I gave out. He knows. I can't go anywhere."
She began to stroke his dick through the panties.
"Please don't do this," he whispered.
"Why not? We've got some time to kill," she kissed him again. "It's not even dark yet. We can have some fun."
"Please," he whined again. "He'll hurt me."
"Yes, he will," she told him.
She grabbed onto his dick, hard, through the panties. Richard gasped at the sudden pain.
"I'll hurt you too, though," she said. "Do you know what? I never got to do
any
of this. I was always so...
good.
I never even had a boyfriend, I always was dedicated to truth and justice and shit. Fat lot of good
that
did me. Now I'm a slave whore who sucks a monster's dick in order to not go insane and die."
Richard winced, his penis stiffening inside the panties at her caress, regardless of his fear.
"Good little boyfriend," she cooed. "Do you like my tits, Richard?"
He nodded. His mouth was dry.
"I thought so. I always used to see guys looking at them- regular people, super-villains, they all looked at my big tits. I'd be stopping crime, keeping the world safe, but everyone just looked at my tits like
they
were the most important thing."
She giggled.
"I always wanted to, you know, show them to someone or something."
"What do you want with me?"
"Shh," she said. She slipped a hand into the rear of his panties, past the little waistband. She pushed her finger into his tight little hole there, spiraling it around, sliding it in gently.
"That's good," she told him. "Just relax. Let me in, little boyfriend. That's good."
She was stroking his dick, now very stiff through the panties, as she finger-fucked his little asshole.
"He'll hurt me," Richard whined.
"Not if he doesn't know, right? We won't tell him."
She slid her mouth and tongue down the length of his body, down his chest, over the bra, down his belly. By the time she reached his hips he was almost completely erect, his dick jutting out from the side of the panties she had forced him to wear.
She slid the panties to the side, and kissed his hard penis.
"Spread your legs open for me," she whispered, and slid her finger in deeper to his asshole, feeling his resistance ebb back there, him now open completely to her finger fucking his tight hole.
"You have a dangerous night ahead of you," she said, sliding his dick into her lips, pulling on him with her mouth, running her tongue over the entire hard length of him.
Richard moaned, opening himself to her probing finger, letting his cock grow long and hard in her warm mouth.
Soon, he gripped her head, and writhing around on the mattress, exploded into her mouth, feeling her pull and drink from his dick, her fingers fucking him at a fast rhythm. He felt helpless, and good, scared and spent.
When he was done cumming in her mouth, his penis growing soft, she slipped her fingers out of him, and kissed him on the lips, pushing him back onto the mattress with her body, licking into his mouth with her tongue.
