WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story.
If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now.
There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own.
Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities.
On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers.
As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power.
Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones.
These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes.
They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.
The rules are simple
If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail.
If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.
Arvin – The Bodysnatcher and Mort - The Angel of Death
Arvin was a nasty little boy who grew up to be a nasty little man.
He would normally have joined the majority of forgettable human scum that infest the underworld of the City.
What made him different was that he came into his power at puberty, and was killed shortly afterwards.
He was a small weasel of a boy, and he dabbled in anything that would turn a profit.
He was working on the periphery of a street gang led by Stone, a big thug who loved to beat up people.
Stone had grabbed Arvin, and was throttling the little wimp.
That morning Arvin had woken up in his dumpster feeling very strange. He thought he was getting one of his innumerable colds again, and shrugged it off.
No fucker would care about him being ill, and he didn't care about them. He had a meeting with Stone today, and he had promised to pay him back a loan.
Arvin didn't have the money to do this, but was hoping that he could cut a deal with the leader of his gang.
On hearing this, Stone lost his temper and decided to set an example by killing this piece of shit in front of his gang.
Arvin knew he was going to die, and grabbed Stone's wrists trying vainly to relive the crushing pressure on his throat.
Suddenly his perspective changed, and it was him who was throttling Arvin.
His strong hands crushed the small mans throat, and Arvin smiled as he watched his body die.
The last look in his victims eyes was one of horror, as Stone wondered what the fuck was happening to him.
His last sight before he died was of himself, killing himself.
Arvin wondered what the fuck was going on here?
He seemed to be inhabiting the body of Stone, and hadn't a fucking clue how it had happened.
He looked down at his old dead body, and felt nothing but contempt for it.
It had been a shit body, small weak and ugly.
He was glad it was dead, and his first order to his gang was to get rid of it.
As two of his men dragged away his old body, Clarrisa rubbed her voluptuous body against his and whispered erotic suggestions into his ear.
Clarrisa was a big titted whore, who had worked her way up in the gang by fucking and sucking everyone she thought would be useful to her.
She alone knew that despite his powerful masculine body, Stone had a problem maintaining an erection.
Clarrisa had to use all of her sexual tricks to get a semi decent fuck out of him.
She was astounded when he grabbed her, and pulled her into his private room.
Arvin hated Clarrisa, she had treated him with utter distain and contempt. He knew she had fucked or sucked every member of the gang except him. Well now it would be his turn and she would regret the day she was born.
She thought for a while that Stone was on Valium, his cock was rigid with lust and he ripped her clothes off in a frenzy of desire.
There was no love or romance involved here, nor did she expect any.
He bent her over a table, and without any attempt at foreplay rammed his cock deep into her well used cunt from behind.
There was nothing wrong with Arvin's sex drive, when he scored a decent amount of money he spent it on whores like Clarrisa.
This time it was for free, and he was going to get his money's worth out of her cunt and ass.
The rest of the gang listened with awe as they could hear Clarrisa grunting at the impact of his balls against her plump ass.
It went on and on until they heard her scream in orgasm.
Clarissa had never been fucked like this; Stone was pounding into her like a sex machine.
His cock showed no sign of softening, and hardened whore that she was she eventually was pushed over the edge and orgasmed explosively.
Clarrisa was still cumming when she felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart, and she resigned herself to being ass fucked.
The gang heard her scream in pain as Arvin rammed Stone's big cock up her ass.
He grinned as he buggered this dirty whore, until at last he felt his orgasm coming.
He pulled out of her ass, and grabbing her hair pulled her to her knees in front him.
As she looked up in bewilderment he shot his load all over her tear stained face, until she was covered in his thick gooey cum.
He looked into her eyes as he emptied his balls onto her.
He was pleased to see a trace of fear, as she wondered what the fuck had happened to her.
Tucking his cock back into his pants, Alvin used Stones muscles to drag her to the door and throw her out of the room into the midst of the waiting gang.
The sight of her cumsoaked face, only increased their respect for their leader.
Arvin sat down and tried to work out what was happening to him.
Now his balls were empty his brain was thinking more clearly.
He was still Arvin, but he now inhabited Stone's powerful body, how?
In his wildest dreams he had prayed to Satan to grant him Super human status.
He had wanted a Power so badly.
He had really wanted to become invisible, like that lucky fucker in Chicago who called himself Ghost.
Arvin would have spied on all the film stars in their baths, and haunted the girls changing rooms in the nearby college.
He wasn't quite sure if this power was as good, but he wasn't complaining so far.
His main problem was that although he had the body of Stone, he didn't have his memories or knowledge.
How long could he fool the rest of the gang?
The smart answer was that he couldn't.
He closed the door of Stone's room, and searched through the man's pockets until he found a set of keys.
In the corner of the room was a safe, he opened it and gasped at the contents.
It was full of money, tens of thousands of dollars of drug money all in used notes.
There were also bags of heroin but he ignored that, he needed cash to make his escape from the gang.
Loading all the cash into a rucksack he strode out confidently.
He told Stone's second in command that he was going out for a while.
Arvin climbed into the latest car that the gang had stolen, and drove off into the city.
Arvin knew he had to completely disappear before the gang realised what had happened.
To do that, he had to try and duplicate his mind jump again.
He knew that no matter how much cash he now had, this body was too well known to the police for him to start a new life in it.
He needed a new body, some sort of suit.
A businessman would be ideal, preferably someone who had no family or very close friends.
He wanted a male body but wasn't sure how this power worked.
Arvin thought his spirit had jumped at the point of death, which meant that he would have to get someone to kill Stone's body so he could jump into theirs.
Did he have to be touching them at the point of death?
He didn't know for sure but he wasn't taking any chances.
Arvin was a very cunning man, and had thought of a way to achieve his goal.
The next morning he was knocking on the door of his latest employer.
Mr Grenville was a businessman cum criminal, who had occasion to use Stone's gang to achieve his aims.
He tried to keep a distance between himself and the tools that he used.
He was surprised when his butler informed him that the man Stone wanted to see him privately.
Grenville was tempted to tell his man to kick the thug out, but he thought it would be more prudent to see what the man wanted.
He was sitting at his walnut desk, when Stone was escorted into his office.
He watched in amazement as the man opened his rucksack, and tipped piles of money onto his expensive carpet.
'This is all for you Grenville, in return for a small private favour,' growled Stone.
Grenville motioned his two bodyguards to leave the room and sat back in his chair.
He was intrigued at this situation and was willing to hear Stone out.
'Have no fear Grenville, I am going to take out my gun and place it on your desk.
This is to show that I trust you,' said Stone.
He slowly drew his automatic from beneath his coat, and as promised placed it on Grenville's desk within easy reach of his well-manicured hands.
Grenville relaxed a bit at this gesture.
He didn't trust Stone, or any of the scum that he sometimes employed to do his dirty work.
However the money on the carpet, and the gun on the desk gave him a sense of security.
There was also the fact that his two bodyguards were just outside the door, and would rush in if he were in any danger.
Therefore he was totally amazed when Stone leaned over his desk and ignoring the loaded gun, grasped him around the throat and started to strangle him.
He couldn't yell out for his men due to the pressure on his throat.
