Supervillain Journal The Amazon Ch 03

Supervillain Journal #6: The Amazon, Part 3

Selling the Arrogant Amazonian

The Amazon was strung up by her own lasso. She hung by her wrists from a hook in the ceiling. Stage lights illuminated her body, accentuating every drop of perspiration on her exposed armpits and collarbone, every drop of arousal on her wet panties and thighs. The golden tiara, cuffs, and belt kept her recognizable as the world's most powerful superheroine, but the white bra and underwear revealed her as a helpless but willing doll for her captor's enjoyment. As my first client approached her, her breaths were weighted from her recent beating, her pussy still convulsing from the hypno-fuck, and her clit erect with desire for more pleasure and abuse.

Client 1: Punching Bags

"It does the heart good to see the world's most powerful woman hanging there like that," said the client. To protect his anonymity, I'll refer to him as

Hank

. He was handsome, with tightly-clipped black hair and heavy curves of muscles from his shoulders to his forearms. Everything about him- from the off-handed tone in his voice, to the way he assumed fighting posture while still walking- revealed his years of experience in professional violence. "You know, when I was young, I used to think it'd be sexy for her to get the drop on us, to overpower her."

I laughed. "Wouldn't have worked. I've still got her belt on. If you hit her now, it'll be like hitting her in actual combat."

"May I?"

"You're the client. But it'll feel like punching a wall."

Hank bent his knees, twitched his knuckles, and punched her in the right tit. The Amazon swung back with the blow, but her face betrayed no pain. Hank, on the other hand, belted a comedic, "Youch!" and clutched his hand. "Is that a tit or a cannonball?

The Amazon smirked. "I'm still super-powered."

"Ah, shit." Massaging his knuckle, Hank turned to me. "You defeated her?"

"As she said: I kicked her ass."

"What I wouldn't give to watch you put this cocky bitch in her place."

"Remove her belt," I said. "And you'll get a chance to do it yourself."

The Amazon watched Hank with doey eyes as he grabbed her bra between the cups. He held her still as he rubbed her back lower, lower, till his fingers fastened around the belt. He unclipped it.

The Amazon groaned as her power drained. It was nearly imperceptible, perhaps her chest thrust out a little less, perhaps she instinctively lowered her chin, but you could

tell

that she was just a normal woman again.

Hank chuckled, stepped back to admire the voluptuous beauty bound before him. "I'll be able to watch this later?"

I confirmed it. "We're filming from multiple angles, as well."

"Can she beg me to have mercy?"

"You heard him," I ordered the Amazon. "Beg."

"Please," she whimpered. "Please, don't hurt me. I promise, I'll do anything, just-"

SMACK!

Hank punched her tit so hard it nearly popped out of her bra. The Amazon screamed as pain rang across her massive mammaries.

"Ouch, please, no more, no-"

Hank punched her other breast. Punched it three more times. Then the other boob again. The cusp of her areolae peeked out over the top of the cups.

"Your tits are such easy targets," Hank said. "Too big to miss."

"Please stop." Even raised a few inches off the ground, the Amazon needed to look up to make eye contact with Hank. "My breasts can't take any more."

Hank did not stop. He slapped them from the top, so the areolas hid back behind the cups. Then from below, so they bounced up. Her right nipple was exposed. To no one's surprise: it was rock hard. Hank pinched the nipple, to hold her in place, while he jabbed the other breast time and time again.

"Time for this to come off." Hank grabbed the Amazon by the middle of her bra. His knuckles pushed into and compressed the swell of her cleavage. The Amazon yelped as he ripped the bra off her body. "Can I keep this?"

"If you're willing to pay," I replied.

Hank raised the sweaty garment to his nose, breathed deeply. "Yeah. I'll want a souvenir." He admired the Amazon's exposed tits. I've said it before, but they're probably the best I've ever seen. Heavy and swaying when she bent her back, but perky and full when she stood straight.

"Round Two, Amazon."

"No please, they're so sensitive now, don't-"

SLAP!

It was a joy to watch. He smacked the mewling Amazon's tits to the right, to the left, up and down. Open-handed smacks to the milky-flesh. Tight-knuckled jabs to her hard nipples. Back-handed slaps from her side-boob across to the other tit. And you had to love the physics of it, the way a strike in one area caused it to swell in others, the ripple of the tissue, the way they settled back after each abuse. Hank really knew how to bring the best out of the world's most powerful superheroine's tits.

Client 2: Femdom Tit Torture

"I'd like to change my request," called a voice from behind the lights. Again, for the sake of anonymity, I'll call her Carly. She stepped from the darkness. "Can I squeeze and hold those tits while he hits them?"

"That's up to Hank," I replied.

"A hot chick holding another hot chick's tits?" asked Hank. "Don't let me stop you."

Hank was right; Carly was a hottie. She had short blonde hair, almost boyish, and stood at least a head higher than the Amazon. She had powerful biceps, which would have made her look manly, if not for her massive breasts. Breasts which pressed against the Amazon's back as Carly sidled up behind her.

"Nice tits, honey," she whispered into the Amazon's ear, before she squeezed them together. "I like having you all trussed up like this." She rolled her palms up and down, forcing the Amazon's breasts into a jiggly dance. Carly licked the superheroine's ears. Despite herself, the Amazon's eyes sparked with pleasure.

"Nice, hold 'em really still for me," said Hank.

"Please, they're too squeezed-up," said the Amazon.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you're going to feel this as pleasure."

"Amazon," I ordered. She shivered a bit at the authority in my voice. "You are to feel this not as pain, but as pleasure."

"Yes Master," she breathed.

And did Hank and Carly ever get the Amazon to sing. She screamed even louder than the sound of impact, louder than Hank's grunts and Carly's cackles. She pressed those tits into all sorts of shapes- sometimes the flesh swelled between her fingers, sometimes it flattened against her palms, sometimes she rolled her thumbs over the nipples, sometimes she held them from below so her areolae faced the overhead lights- and Hank slapped and hit and punched them until his arms shook with exertion.

By the way the Amazon twisted her legs, I counted three orgasms.

"You'd better stop," I said. "Or she'll only ever be able to cum from tit play. Your time's up."

Client 3: A Grateful Witness to the Fallen Goddess

Though reluctant, Carly and Hank retreated to the darkness. In their place walked a frail old man with precise gait, silver hair, and a three-piece business suit. This was Franklin, and he paid three hundred million dollars just to sit in front of the Amazon and gaze upon her utter humiliation.

"You're sure the folding chair is okay?" I asked as I placed it before the Amazon.

Franklin's eyes glowed at me. "I do not need a fancy chair, with a view this beautiful."

And so he sat, watched the superheroine with her hung-head and bare chest. She looked down at her tits. Occasionally he requested I rotate her, so he could see her ass, her thighs. He contemplated her as an art connoisseur might contemplate a rare Caravaggio. After fifteen minutes, he cleared his throat, rose, and extended his hand. I shook.

Again, Franklin's eyes glowed at me, and it filled me with warm validation. "It does my heart good. Hanging there is the best symbol of virtue, heroism, and power the world has ever known. And she truly is completely, utterly destroyed, on display, and yours. You've achieved more than any other supervillain, and we are all in your debt."

Clients 4-6: Gang Bang

The next clients were three handsome young men, each with thick, full hair, and pecs that pushed against the fabric of their shirts. They were bi, and pooled their money to gang bang the Amazon. Honestly, I learned a lot of sex techniques watching them work her over.

First, the men circled her, like lions around a helpless gazelle. "I call eating her ass," one said. "I want to be the first in her mouth," said another. "I'm gonna suck those tits dry." "As long as I slap that ass, I'm all set."

The first man, Jack, knelt behind the Amazon. She shivered at his breath on her lower back. "You're already warmed up, yeah?" He placed a finger between her legs. Her first instinct was to close her thighs, but without her power belt, he easily pried them apart. "You're still plenty wet. And feel this cute little clit." He rubbed her over her wet panties. Sometimes lightly, so she didn't feel it, sometimes rough enough to stretch her labia and press her clitoris. The Amazon's breathing grew faster, huskier, but she hadn't yet moaned.

"Back of your panties aren't nearly as wet as the front," he said, his lips brushing her underwear. "Let's fix that." And he kissed her ass. Tongue first, swirling the silk of the underwear, before his lips pressed into her butt. Still rubbing her pussy with one hand, he kissed every inch of that fat, round ass, until her panties were moist with his saliva. The Amazon continued her hefty breathing, with an occasional gasp when the pleasure spiked. But otherwise, she maintained composure. The onlookers- myself included- grew harder and harder as Jack worked her over.

"I'm more of a thong man." He hiked the Amazon's panties so they disappeared between her ass cheeks. "Most powerful superheroine in the world, and her ass gobbles up that silk like a big-booty porn star." Jack continued to kiss her ass. This time his probing tongue, sucking lips, and scraping teeth were directly on her skin. At first, it seemed he wanted only to re-trace the lines he'd kissed before. But then his trajectory lowered, and his mouth landed deeper and deeper between her ass cheeks until, finally, he kissed her asshole.

The Amazon's moan burst from her lips. Jack stopped rubbing her vulva, and instead held her ass with both hands and buried his face between her cheeks. He kissed, and licked, and tongue-fucked her asshole. These were fresh sensations for the Amazon. I'd never heard her moan quite like that before, a bit raspier, a bit lower.

The second man, Ken, could wait no longer. He knelt before the Amazon, gazed up at her writhing, pleasure-drugged curves, and pulled down her panties. The Amazon was now completely exposed before hundreds of thousands of livestream viewers.

"I want to watch your face," said Ken. "I want to see how much you enjoy it when a mere mortal licks your goddess pussy." Even from a distance, I could tell his tongue was long and skilled. The way it stroked her labia, the subtle cirquits it made around her clit, reminded me of watching a professional dancer. By the time he sucked her into his mouth, she was literally crying from the stimulation.

Careful not to get in Jack's way, Ken plunged his fingers into the Amazon's sopping vagina. She must have felt so filled up, one man eating her ass, the other sucking her clit, while he fucked her with his hand. And that's before the third man, Teo, joined.

"I'm fine to leave Jack and Ken to your ass and pussy," he said. He stood so close the Amazon that he nearly licked her powerful cheekbones. Her eyes were rolled back, her head cocked to the side, her mouth humming and purring with moans, so I doubt she registered his words. "I'm more of a boob man."

And so, kissing the cool flesh of her breast, sucking and biting her hard nipples, and cradling the back of her head, Teo completed the Amazon's pleasure. I don't think the three of them were prostitutes, but I gotta say, I admired the way they stirred the Amazon into erotic frenzy. I don't know if you've ever seen that Tassaert painting "The Cursed Woman," but that's all I could think of as I watched the Amazon's quaking orgasms.

"We've made you cum maybe five times," said Jack. He rose, wiping his mouth in his arm. "Now let's unstring you and you show us a good time."

The men stepped back from the Amazon, who groaned in disappointment. "Just a few more minutes..."

"Sorry, superheroine," I said as I grabbed the rope that bound her wrists. It glowed golden-orange at my touch, acknowledging its master. "Unravel." The rope loosened and the Amazon crumpled to the floor. She curled up, a pale, sweaty, aroused mess.

"Tell her to crawl away," said Ken.

"You heard the men." I nudged the Amazon's bare ass with my foot. "Crawl around. And be sure to swing that ass about as you do."

With shaky arms, the Amazon raised herself to her hands and knees. She lacked the core strength to hold herself steady, so her stomach slumped downward. The posture emphasized her tiny waist and wide hips. The clients unzipped their pants as she crawled, her tits hanging and her ass swishing. I'm bisexual myself, and so I wasn't sure

what

to look at more, those impressive, exposed cocks, or the Amazon's pathetic crawl.

"She looks like a bitch in heat," said Teo.

"Get over here, princess," said Ken. He stroked his dick. "Be a good slut and kiss my cock."

The Amazon complied. She licked his shaft, cradled his balls, smooched his head, then took him into her mouth. She must have liked it too: she moaned more than Ken.

"That's good, keep sucking," said Jack. He grabbed the Amazon's hips. "And take this big cock." He positioned the head of his dick outside against her labia, and pushed in. The Amazon squealed over Ken's cock as Jack pounded her from behind. Teo helped by grabbing a fistful of the Amazon's hair and shoving her head deeper, deeper into Ken's shaft.

The world watched as the most powerful superheroine in the world was spit roasted. Even with a cock in her mouth, her hums of pleasure joined the men's.

And damn, did they ever have endurance! At some point Jack switched from her pussy to her asshole, and only after dozens of thrusts did he finally cum. His semen dripped from her ass, into her pussy, as Ken exploded in her mouth. Teo pressed the Amazon's forehead against Ken's stomach and said, "Now swallow Ken's load. Every drop."

The teary Amazon nodded, gargled down Ken's seed, and finally he pulled out of her mouth. Exhausted from her orgasms, the Amazon curled up as the men zipped their pants. I watched her pale body shake as each men placed the cash in my hand.

Client 7: Gynecologist

After the gang bangers entered a scientist. He looked as distinguished as Franklin- with a navy jacket over a button-and-collared shirt- but far younger, with wavy hair and the shape of muscles visible beneath his clothes. At his request, I rolled a gynecology table into the stage lights. It was red plush, for the comfort of the patient, with stirrups to raise and strap in her legs. Better angle at the vulva.

Franklin lifted the still curled-up Amazon. He carried her as gently as he would an injured puppy, stroking her hair and telling her how valuable she would be. In her erotic daze, she kissed and licked his jawline before he laid her on the table. He strapped her arms to the sides, and her ankles to the stirrups. Like a surgeon laying out his equipment, he unrolled a canvas filled with dildos of increasing size.

Franklin was curious about the elasticity of the Amazon's vagina and anus. How much she could take? Other women might tear or break, but the Amazon, he assumed could handle quite a lot of volume. To test her body's reaction, he instructed me to let her experience the pain. To allay his conscience, however, he asked also that I give her equal doses of pleasure.

To be overly crass, that Amazon could take a

lot

of dick. Each dildo was larger than the last, until they looked more like prosthetic arms than penises. And each time, the Amazon said, "No. That's too big! It'll rip me in two. Don't- AH!" And each time her vagina yielded, and she screamed in pleasure. They got so big that you could see the outline of the dildo in her abdomen.

"I'm tempted to leave them in her," said Franklin, referring to the massive dildos sticking out of the Amazon's ass and pussy. She moaned so intensely and continuously that I struggled to hear him. "But I will need them back for future experiences."

"No don't!" the Amazon begged when he placed his hand on the vagina dildo. "Just a few more minutes."

To the doctor's surprise, her vagina immediately puckered back to its former shape.

"Amazing elasticity," he muttered to himself. "Amazing."

Interlude

The livestream ended with the Amazon still strapped to the gynecological stirrups, her ass and vulva exposed before the camera. I stepped into frame, told the audience it was over, but consoled them.

"Tomorrow, the Amazon will face an old foe, one who wants nothing more than to wrack every fiber of her pretty little body with pain. The event will

not

be livestreamed. However, tickets are available to watch in-person from my lair. Afterwards, I will sell the footage on my website. I hope to create a collection of superheroine in peril pornography. Given the enthusiasm for this livestream, I think there's a lot of money to be made destroying these helpless heroes."

And the livestream ended. The Amazon, of course, mewled for my cock. I let her suck only my thumb. Her tongue slobbered and her lips sucked, her attempt to seduce me.

"Tomorrow, after the battle," I promised. "If you're good and fight hard enough, I will reward you. The crowd wants a show."

Client 8: The Ox

The crowd applauded as the Amazon and the Ox emerged from separate ends of the ring. Okay, 'the ring' might be a bit high-falutin'-- it was the basement of my bar, with rows of benches elevated at different heights to suggest auditorium seating. The benches surrounded a square, red paint on rock floor, and into this ring stepped the combatants. Their size difference, alone, was enough to excite the audience, to make them forget they were in a subterranean bar, and not a sports stadium.

See, the Ox was a bulldozer of a man. He stood nearly seven feet tall, with a massive shoulder span, and muscles that spun down his arms to his massive hands. His pecs looked as though they each weighed as much as the Amazon's entire body. They pushed his camo outfit so far you could almost miss the mountainous bulges of his abs. Unlike some macho types, he took as much care of his legs as his top. With thighs that thick, it was hard to believe he didn't leave craters with every step he took. His mask, also camo, was blocky, like a hastily constructed motorcycle helmet. He glared down at the Amazon through the empty visor.

If he were painted red and tan, you might mistake him for a brick wall.

The Amazon was puny beside him, but gorgeous. She wore none of the sweat and arousal from yesterday. Instead, she wore her classic blue-and-crimson costume, with the corset that pushed her breasts into exquisite cleavage, and shorts that flaunted the creamy color of her legs, until they met with her knee-high heeled boots. The night's rest had restored her confidence. She returned the Ox's glare, ready to fight ruthlessly, to win my cock.

I stepped into the ring. The applause engulfed me as I raised a hand, between the hanging lights, and grabbed the microphone.

"Thank you for gathering! Today we witness the final showdown between the Amazon and the Ox. They have clashed three times before. The first time, he caught the Amazon off guard, and easily thrashed her. Luckily, that was in a cave on a deserted island, and no one witnessed her defeat. The second time, the fight was much closer. They exchanged blows from one end of this city to the other, laid to waste entire districts, before the Amazon finally succumbed to him, on live television. I think we all remember the sight of his boot between her breasts. Looks like the Ox is wearing those same boots today! Maybe we can hope for an encore?" The audience roared approval. They were all sharply-dressed (tickets were expensive) but already loose with alcohol. "But, of course, with weeks of planning, training, strategizing, the Amazon fought the Ox a third time and finally prevailed. In her biographical comics, this story is told and told and told again. It is the ultimate comeback story, the heroine rising against a man physically and intellectually her equal, and defeating him by pure force of will.