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Conquering Super Girl
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(c) 2003 Couture
***********
"I see your five dollars and raise you another three,"
Lexi said.
"I'm out," Jill said. "This is too rich for my
blood."
Stacy's stomach felt like an empty pit. She had never
been this close to winning before, but Lexi had just
priced her right out of the hand. It was so unfair.
"I don't have that many chips."
Lexi grinned. "Stacy, you remember what you said
earlier about hypnosis being a bunch of garbage?"
"Yes," Stacy Admitted.
"Tell you what." Lexi pushed all her remaining chips
into the middle. "You win, you get the whole kitty.
I win, you let me hypnotize you."
"Deal," Stacy said quickly, pushing her chips into the
center of the table, and then laying out her cards
with a flourish. "Full house. Read 'em and weep."
She had always wanted the say that, and she beamed
with excitement. Her arms were already reaching out
to capture her well deserved loot.
"Not so fast." Lexi laid down her hand. "Full house,
aces over tens."
Stacy sagged in her seat in defeat. It was so unfair.
She never won.
"Now, I believe someone is about to get very sleepy,"
Lexi grinned.
*************
There was something involved with a crystal hanging
from a string and then her arm being heavy, but it was
all a bunch of crap. Hypnotized hah! Stacy took
delight in telling Lexi that she wasn't hypnotized at
all, served her right for winning the poker match.
The funny thing was Lexi still had that smug look on
her face. Must have been gloating about all the money
she won. Anyway, Stacy had things to do. Important
things she couldn't tell Lexi or Ellen about. Things
much more serious than the poker game. Things like
fighting crime and keeping the world safe from evil.
"Good night Lexi. Good night Ellen," she said,
practically flying up the stairs to her bedroom.
Her costume was lying on the bed, right out in the
open. How strange. She distinctly remembered hiding
it behind a false panel in her closet. 'Maybe I put
it out before I went downstairs,' she thought. She
quickly stripped and put her costume on. Again, there
was the feeling that something wasn't quite right.
For one thing it was too tight. Her nipples poked
through the tightly stretched fabric across her chest
and the bottom of the leotard was digging
uncomfortably into her crotch. It was almost as if it
were made for someone smaller - someone like her
roommate Ellen.
There was a cry for help downstairs that startled
Stacy out of her ruminations. What could be happening
*here*, in her own house? Bad things were never
supposed to happen here. She hesitated momentarily,
wondering whether to change back to her civilian garb,
but another cry sent her running downstairs to find
Ellen tied to a chair in the middle of the living
room. Great stars, who was the strange masked woman
standing behind Ellen and where was Lexi?
"Welcome home Superbitch!" the black garbed villain
said, absently pulling on a lock of Ellen's long hair.
Ellen looked at Stacy as if to say, what are you going
to do to rescue me?
Supergirl didn't recognize the woman speaking to her
with such foul language. For sure, the villainess was
due for a lesson in manners and a trip to jail. See
how smug she would be wearing prison orange, instead
of the positively scandalous costume she was wearing.
It wasn't so much a superhero costume as something off
the rack from Victoria's Secret. Not much to fight in
that was for sure.
"Unhand her you dastardly villainess," Stacy said with
authority.
"My name is ah . . . Black ah - Scorpion, yeah that's
it, Black Scorpion, and I have a surprise for you
Stupid Girl," the woman thrust her hips forward,
causing Ellen to cringe and shrink away.
'My God,' Supergirl thought, her eyes growing wide in
shock. 'This woman has a cock strapped to her pelvis.
Black Scorpion must surely be crazy - demented even.'
"That's right Superslut," Black Scorpion cackled. "I
have a kryptonite cock!"
"No . . ." Supergirl gasped. She turned to fly away,
but it was too late, her powers had fled. Black
Scorpion grabbed her from behind and pulled her down
and Supergirl felt her strength rapidly dwindling to
nothing.
The Black Scorpion gloated over the defeat of her
nemesis. She taunted the helpless girl with the
kryptonite cock, rubbing it over her face, her
breasts, her ass, and the lips of her sex which bulged
from around the red fabric pulled tightly between
them. "What's the matter Superslut? You don't like
cock?"
"No," Supergirl breathed. Black Scorpion would never
understand. She was Supergirl and she had to serve as
a pillar of morality to the many children that looked
up to her. She might have sex one day, but it would
only be after she was married. Oh God, what was going
on? She felt her bottoms being pulled down by this
evil villainess.
The Black Scorpion hadn't planned to go this far, but
having the beautiful blonde on all fours, and totally
helpless, made her hot. Made her uncontrollably hot.
And when she looked beneath Supergirl's tiny pleated
red skirt, seeing those hungry lips gobbling on the
red fabric of her bottoms; it had made up her mind.
That they would come off was a forgone conclusion.
And that she would spread that pink blossom by the
short hairs of her blonde curly pubes . . . well it
was natural, that's all.
"Have you ever been fucked, Supergirl?" Black Scorpion
asked, placing the head of her kryptonite cock at the
mouth of Supergirl's moist sex.
"No. . ."
"You're about to be," Black Scorpion said. "I'm going
to fuck you with my kryptonite cock. I'm going to
fuck all your super powers away. I'm going to fuck
you till you see stars. I'm going to fuck you till
you're raw . . .fuck you till you're . . . ordinary."
"No . . . oh God please no." The world needed her.
She couldn't let her superpowers be taken away.
Black scorpion ran a long nail over Supergirl's ass,
teasing her asshole briefly and drawing out a moan.
She slowly trailed it up over Stacy's blonde curly
locks and the delved down into the moist pink lips of
her sex. "You're wet Supergirl. I think you want
it." She looked up at Ellen and grinned wickedly.
"Or maybe you like girls. Is that it?
Supergirl certainly had no intention of being with a
woman, even though she supported the rights of all
minorities including homosexuals. She shook her head
no.
"Too bad," said Black Scorpion. "If you liked girls,
perhaps I wouldn't fuck you with my kryptonite cock."
Oh god . . . oh god. She had no choice. "I like
girls," she lied.
"Prove it," Black Scorpion grinned, and twinkled
evilly as she looked up at Ellen. "With her."
Ellen grunted from behind her gag and struggled like
mad. It was no use. The ropes were tight. This had
gone too far a long time ago. Now it was . . . a
crime.
"I'm sorry Ellen," Supergirl said. "But I have to do
this. Don't you see, it's for the good of mankind?"
The pretty blonde began to kiss the olive skin of her
roommate's bare thighs. She placed a hand on each of
her knees and tried to open them, but couldn't due to
her kryptonite induced weakness. "Please Ellen." She
kissed again, running her long tongue over the valley
of her tightly drawn legs. "This isn't just about you
and me. This is about the fate of humanity." Tears
welled in her eyes, as she thought of a world no
longer under her protection.
"Yes Ellen," Black Scorpion said expansively, but
laughingly. "The fate of the world hangs in the
balance."
"Please," Supergirl begged. She caressed Ellen's
breasts through her long nightshirt. "For me."
Ellen's eyes pleaded one last time, and then her body
sagged against her bonds. This time when Supergirl
pushed against Ellen's knees, her thighs parted
willingly if reluctantly. The costumed heroine put
her mouth against Ellen's pantied mound and kissed,
making loud moaning sounds, doing her best to appease
Black Scorpion - to make her think she was gay.
But Black Scorpion wasn't fooled for one moment. "Do
it right, goddamnit." She pushed the dildo against
Supergirl's pussy in warning.
Poor Supergirl. The heroine was forced to arch her
back and display herself in a most indecent manner to
escape the deadly touch of the kryptonite phallus.
There was no hope for it. She pulled the gusset of
Ellen's white panties to the side, exposing her
soaking wet sex. 'For the good of mankind,' she
thought, and stuck out her tongue and licked the
silken pink petals of a girl's sex for the first time.
"Let me see you," Black Scorpion said. "Pull your
hair to the side."
Stacy reluctantly pulled her long blonde hair to the
side. She dared not look at Black Scorpion or her
roommate Ellen. She was far too humiliated. Things
like this just didn't happen to super heroes.
"I can't hear you anymore," Black Scorpion warned.
Supegirl resumed her moaning, groaning, licking, and
slurping. It was all fake of course. Staged for the
benefit of the Black Scorpion.
"That's it, lick that pussy," Black Scorpion taunted.
"Who would have thought Supergirl was a queer? Come
on queer, close those sexy thighs around my cock."
Black Scorpion began to pump her dildo in the triangle
created between Supergirl's thighs and sex. Every
thrust pushed it between the gorgeous hero's pussy
lips. This sensation combined with the slapping of
Black Scorpions pelvis against her ass had turned
Supergirl's staged moans into real groans of pleasure.
"Do it Superbitch," Black Scorpion demanded. "Lick
that pussy. Suck her clit. Suck it hard."
Ellen's breath hissed in and out of her nose. Her
sweat soaked chest heaved. The pretty blonde head
between her thighs was driving her insane with
pleasure. This was evil. If not evil, it was
certainly wrong. Oh, but it felt so good.
The same thoughts ran through Supergirl's head. She
was being forced. Forced to engage in deviant sex by
a dastardly villainess. She should be thinking of a
way out of this horrible situation, not bucking back
against the pelvis that thrust against her ass.
Black Scorpion was high on the sexual thrill. High on
the pretty caped blonde's submission. She pulled her
cock out from between Supergirl's athletic thighs and
teased the girl's clit and the mouth of her sex with
the bulbous head. She grinned as she noticed that
Supergirl didn't flinch from the touch.
"Beg me bitch," Black Scorpion hissed. "Beg me to
fuck your powers away."
"No," Supergirl gasped from between Ellen's thighs.
Black Scorpion spanked the blonde superhero, pinched
her nipples, spanked her asshole and pussy with the
strapon cock. Finally she put the head of the cock in
her pussy and teased her relentlessly. "Beg for it."
"No. . ."
Black Scorpion repeated the procedure. This time
pulling Supergirl's legs widely apart, her ass arched
high into the air. "That's the perfect position for a
Superslut," she said. "Now, beg for it."
Ellen was now on her second orgasm. Supergirl's face
was wet with her juices. It wasn't fair. Stacy was
horny, and she needed to cum as well. But the fate of
the world and all her super powers hung in the
balance. "No . . ."
She didn't make it through the final round of teasing.
Her strong will crumbled. "Please. . ." she begged.
"Please what?" Black Scorpion said, placing the head
of the strapon at the entrance to Supergirl's sex and
beginning a gentle in and out motion.
"Please . . . fuck me." Supergirl cried in shame.
She had been defeated. Defeated by her weakness and
sexual needs.
"Tell me what I want to hear," said Black Scorpion.
"Fuck me. . ." Supergirl cried. "Ugh - fuck my - ah -
oh god- fuck -my - superpowers away." She didn't
deserve them. Not after this. What kind of role
model was she? Scorpion was right. She was just a
super slut.
The point was driven home by the kryptonite cock
spearing into her sex. The first few thrusts hurt,
but after that, it was pure heaven. As a matter of
fact, she found herself responding, her body moving in
time with Black Scorpion's.
"That's it Superslut," Black Scorpion said, leaning
back so that the other end of the cock pushed against
'the perfect spot' there within her own sex. "Fuck
it. Fuck that cock."
Stacy wriggled her hips from side to side in search of
stimulation, but Black Scorpion held still. Her only
hope for reaching orgasm was to take an active role in
the sex. She looked up at Ellen. God, she was
staring at her. There was no way to hide it. What
did it matter? Her powers were gone. She was just a
regular girl now.
She pushed back, impaling herself. Back and forth she
moved. She was doing it. She was fucking herself.
She bucked faster. Black Scorpion pulled her body
close. Kissed her hard, raping her mouth as Supergirl
raped her own sex. Oh God, she was gonna cum.
"You love it don't you," Black Scorpion said. "You
love my evil ass."
"Ugh. . ." Supergirl growled. "No . . .no . . . oh no
- ugh ugh God gonna cum. . ." Warmth flooded
Supergirl's loins and boiled over. Her body spasmed
and writhed as she orgasmed, her super powers leaving
her forever.
"Sleep Stacy - Sleep," Black Scorpion said, and
Supergirl slumped to the floor.
Lexi smiled and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
She got up and stroked Ellen's face, and then snatched
the duck tape from her mouth.
"Ouch!" Ellen cried. "Jesus Lexi, untie me right now.
You had no right."
Lexi took a finger and stuck it in Ellen's mouth.
Ellen almost gagged. The finger tasted of Stacy.
"You enjoyed it," Lexi said. "I watched you come."
"But my God," Ellen stammered. "That was - that was .
. ." She didn't want to put the word to it. She had
willingly helped set it all up. She just didn't know
everything that was planned.
"She wanted to do it. She begged for it. And you let
her."
It was hard to think. Yes, it happened as Lexi said,
but it had been Lexi that Stacy.
"I bet I know a way to fix it," said Lexi, as she
dangled a crystal in front of Ellen.
Oh no! It was the crystal she used to hypnotize
Stacy. "No, please Lexi," Ellen pleaded, tears
welling in her eyes. "I'll be quiet about it.
Honest, I won't tell anyone."
"About anything?" Lexi wasn't sure she could
hypnotize Ellen anyway. She probably could if Ellen
believed it was possible, but if Ellen believed it was
possible, it wouldn't be necessary. Not now anyway.
Later, who knew, Lexi had lots of ideas.
"About anything," Ellen assured her roommate. "Just
don't screw with my head, okay?"
"Okay," Lexi said. "But if you fuck with me, I can do
a lot worse than Supergirl. I can make you think you
are a dog. Or a stripper, how bout a hooker?"
"Please Lexi," Ellen whined. "I'm begging you. I
won't tell anybody about anything. Ever."
"Good girl," Lexi said, untying her roommate. "Now
help me get Stacy to bed."
Ellen helped Lexi put Stacy to bed before leaving the
two alone together. Lexi considered making Stacy
forget about everything that had happened. It would
have been safest. It certainly wasn't the most fun.
Instead she added some naughty suggestions while the
girl was under.
"Stacy, you are in a very deep sleep and you are going
to obey my every command," Lexi said after putting the
girl under. "First, all your superpowers are gone.
You are okay with that and will not try to do anything
stupid, like try to fly or something stupid like that.
You are still Supergirl, but you will never ever tell
anyone about it. There are a lot of evil villains out
there that could do some pretty nasty things if they
found out your secret identity. Do you understand
Stacy?"
"Yes," Stacy said dully.
Then Lexi thought of an even more interesting twist.
God, it was so diabolical, it was making her wet
again. "And Stacy. Imagine that my hand is on a dial
that controls how sexy and horny you feel. What is it
usually set on right now?"
"It's set on four."
Interesting, Lexi had guessed a two. "Stacy, I'm
turning it all the way to ten right now. All the way
up. Can you feel it?"
It was obvious Stacy felt it. Her hips lifted from
the bed and her legs spread wide. "Ahhh!" she cried.
"Ugh- oh God - oh God!"
"I'm turning it down now, Stacy," Lexi said. "Down to
nine. Down to eight - seven - six."
Stacy's hips slowly drifted back to the bed. She was
still hot though, her thighs slid sexily against one
another. Soft mewls escaped her lips.
"Good girl," Lexi said. "Now Stacy, I want you to
imagine trying to turn it back to ten with your own
hand, but it's so hard to turn you can't do it."
Lexi's fingers caressed her roommate's wet sex.
Stacy was reacting. Her body seeking Lexi's touch.
However, the sounds coming from her lips sounded
agitated . . . frustrated.
"That's right Stacy," Lexi said. "It takes someone
with superpowers to turn your knob. Only me or Black
Scorpion can turn your knob. We're the only two
people that can give you an orgasm. Say it."
"Only you or Black Scorpion can give me an orgasm."
"Good girl," Lexi said. "And where is the dial stuck
at until me or Black Scorpion changes it?"
"Six."
"That's my good girl," Lexi said. "Now at the count
of ten you won't be hypnotized anymore, you'll just go
to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning bright and
early. Ten - nine - eight -seven - six -five -four -
three - two - one."
Stacy shifted to her side and small snores sounded
steadily.
Lexi bent and kissed the disheveled blonde on the
forehead. "Good night supergirl."
"Mmm-ughh. . ." Stacy moaned lightly due to a
particularly interesting dream.
*************
That week was both good and bad for Stacy. The good
news was that Ellen promised to never mention her
secret identity and forget about that whole business
with Black Scorpion. The bad news was that Stacy
couldn't get it out of her mind. She was constantly
fantasizing about it and she was . . . well
perpetually hot. She had tried several times to take
care of business, but it was a no go. The last time
that she had an orgasm was when being fucked by Black
Scorpion's kryptonite cock.
Stacy shifted in her seat and pressed her thighs
tightly together and squeezed. To make matters worse,
Lexi wasn't helping things. While Stacy was trying to
watch CNN in an effort to forget about her horniness,
Lexi came into the room in her underwear and started
doing her yoga stretches. God, you could see
practically everything. Did the girl have no shame?
Didn't she know that Ellen was due back home and that
her boyfriend might come in with her? And didn't she
know how sexy her ass looked in that position? 'What
am I thinking?' Stacy wondered.
"You staring at me Stacy?" Lexi asked.
"No," Stacy replied defensively.
"It's okay if you want to look," Lexi said. "I don't
care." To prove it, she turned so that she was facing
Stacy and put her legs behind her shoulders and rolled
back. Every part of her, from her mons to her labia
was displayed through the tightly drawn fabric of her
panties.
Stacy couldn't stop from touching herself. God, she
was going to embarrass herself at this rate. "I'll be
upstairs," she said, and quickly got up and left.
Lexi waited for a few minutes before quietly going to
Stacy's bedroom and sticking her ear to the door. She
smiled upon hearing the girl's frustrated moans. Her
hand traveled down to her panties and she began to
caress herself. Fuck, it was so hot knowing that she
could come right here while Stacy couldn't. She was
well on her way until the front door opened. Shit!
Ellen was home. Lexi padded downstairs and looked
around the corner. Good, it was only Ellen. Her
boyfriend must have dropped her off.
"Hey, Ell," Lexi said, walking out from around the
corner. "You have a good time?"
"Damn Lexi," Ellen said seeing her underdressed
roommate. "What if I had invited Rob in?"
Lexi shrugged her shoulders. "But you didn't."
"Yeah, well okay," Ellen said. "But, yes, I had fun
tonight. Oh, but don't go see the Matrix. It sucked
big time."
"I'll make a point of it," Lexi said. Her thoughts
weren't on the Matrix or Ellen, they were on a certain
blonde masturbating upstairs.
"Lexi," Ellen said, pointing down to Lexi's crotch.
"Ahhh, you are like leaking or something."
"Oh," Lexi said, noticing the damp state of her
panties and shrugged. "You sort of interrupted
something."
"Well, don't feel bad," Ellen said. "I had something
similar happen to me tonight. Rob's roommate came in
while we were in the process so to speak. We had to
finish up in the car. I thought those days were over
when I started college."
A plan started to form. "So you and Rob," Lexi said
with a devious grin. "Right before you came in?"
"That's none of your business Lexi."
"Okay, you're right," Lexi said. "But before I go to
bed, can you do me one big favor?"
"I guess," Ellen said dubiously.
"Nothing like that. Just wait here."
Lexi returned with a clunky plastic red watch. It was
really cool, but she had never found anything to match
it. But, she was going to get her money's worth
tonight . . . hopefully.
"I want you to wear this for me."
"Why?"
"Just cause," Lexi said. "Come on . . . puh leaze."
Lexi buckled it on her roommate's wrist, then said,
"Oops I gotta go to the girl's room." She went to the
bathroom, turned the light on, and the shower. Waited
until Ellen came to the door and beat on it.
"Damn it Lexi, I needed the shower."
'I know you do,' Lexi thought to herself, and peaked
out the door until Ellen went to the kitchen. She
left the shower on and closed the bathroom door back,
and then went to her room, keeping the lights off.
She logged into her email and sent a hastily composed
message, praying silently that Stacy's computer was
on.
It was. Stacy had given up on pleasuring herself and
was fantasizing about Black Scorpion when her computer
beeped. She had an email - an important email from
the Justice League. Her heart raced. The more she
read, the more her excitement gave way to horror.
Ellen's life was in peril!"
She stormed out of her bedroom, her naked state
forgotten. "Ellen!" she cried, praying her roommate
was home from her date. "Ellen!"
"In here," Ellen replied from the kitchen.
"Oh thank God," Stacy said, as she hurried to the
kitchen.
"Whash wong," Ellen mumbled, the peanut butter
sandwich she was eating stuck to the roof of her
mouth.
"No time to explain," Stacy said. "but don't worry,
I'll save you."
Stacy went down to her knees, reached beneath Ellen's
short skirt, and proceeded to pull her panties down.
What the hell? Ellen tried to escape, but she trapped
in the corner. She tried to fend the girl off with
her free hand, but Stacy was determined. "My God,
stop!" Ellen pleaded. "I was with - I was with -"
My boyfriend, she was going to say, but it was too
late. Stacy was already down there. Licking her.
Fuck - fuck, sucking Rob's cum from her pussy. It was
disgusting. It was hot as hell.
'I can't believe I'm doing this," Stacy thought to
herself. She had discovered for herself what Ellen
had tried to say. She had already had sex tonight.
Her pussy smelled of sex, tasted of Ellen, combined
wiht the salty cum of her boyfriend. Damn that Black
Scorpion for reducing her to this state - for
perverting her - for stealing superpowers, and turning
her into the lowest of the low. Her own pussy was
still wet, had been all day.
"God - My God - what on earth. . ." Ellen gasped.
"Stacy, this is wrong. Dirty." But her resistance
was fading fast. She slid down the counter, until she
was on the floor, her miniskirt hiked, and her legs
spread wide.
Stacy followed, licking, tongue flicking, mouth
sucking and fucking faster and faster. Hurry . . .
hurry . . .please hurry. Ellen cried out, dropped her
sandwich, and grabbed Stacy by the head and pulled her
tightly against her sex. Her toes curled. Her hips
pumped.
"Thank God," Stacy said, smiling and very relieved,
despite the red wet ragged condition of her face. "We
made it in the nick of time. Now it's safe to take
this bomb off your wrist."
'Damnit Lexi, I should have known you were behind
this,' Ellen thought as Stacy unhooked the watch from
her wrist. She felt used and tried to summon some
righteous anger, but God, it had been so hot. It was
impossible to be angry after what she had just
experienced. Prim and proper Stacy had just eaten her
pussy again, had eaten after she had been with her
boyfriend. It wasn't right, that was for sure. No,
it wasn't right at all. But, could she be held
responsible for Lexi's games? No, no she couldn't.
Ellen was feeling better already.
************
Stacy was feeling better too. She may have lost her
superpowers, but she was still a super girl. The
Justice League still needed her. And most
importantly, she had saved her roommate's life. But
Supergirl or no, she needed an orgasm, and she needed
to figure out some way to get Black Scorpion out of
her head.
Just as Stacy tried to turn on the light to her
bedroom, her hand was grabbed and she was pulled
roughly into the room, held against the wall by her
wrists, and kissed deeply.
Whoever it was, the hungry kisses were making Stacy
melt. Just as she started to respond, she felt it,
pressing against her face. A mask! Dear God, it was
Black Scorpion.
"You!" Stacy accused, turning her head to the side.
"You could have killed my roommate. . . and now you
. . . and now you want to kiss me?"
"Yes," Black Scorpion said, kissing Stacy's neck and
pressing a thigh between her legs. "And you want it."
"No," Stacy gasped. "You are - you are evil. I have
to arrest you. I have to stop you."
"Here," Black Scorpion said, turning on the lights.
"I'll make it easy for you." She took the watch from
Stacy's hand and stepped back. "There's something I
need to show you." She took off her mask.
"Lexi!" Stacy couldn't believe it. Lexi was the Black
Scorpion. It was all starting to make sense. Now,
all she had to do was keep her occupied and get a
message to the Justice League.
Then Lexi was did the unbelievable. She started to
fasten the watch to her wrist.
"Wait," Stacy said. "That's a bomb. Now you'll have
to. . ."
"No," Lexi said. "Now you'll have to."
Stacy thought for a moment. She could end it all
right here. Lexi knew her secret identity and Lexi
was evil. But Lexi was beautiful. She made
Supergirl's blood race and her knees weak.
"You going to let me die?" Lexi asked.
"No," Stacy said meekly. She submissively knelt
before her arch enemy and kissed her pussy. It was
heavenly.
"Wait," Lexi said, capturing Stacy's wrist and
buckling a watch to it. "This one works just like the
one I have."
Stacy struggled to stop her. "No please - no I can't
- I can't." She hadn't been able to come. She would
surely die.
"Trust me," Lexi said.
No no, Stacy's common sense screamed. Evil, Black
Scorpion was evil.
It made Stacy think of the story where the scorpion
asks the frog to take it across the river. The frog
does and halfway across is stung. "But you'll die
too," the frog said. "I know," said the scorpion,
"But, it's my nature."
Nature. I guess it's my nature too. To trust. To be
stung. Stacy let Lexi attach the watch to her wrist.
Condemning herself. The bomb would surely go off. No
way she could come. She had tried several times that
day already.
"That's my good girl," Lexi said. She guided Stacy to
the floor, then turned around and straddled her head.
"Now who's my Superslut?"
Stacy blushed. "I am," she whispered. The promise of
death had liberated her.
"Say it," Lexi said. "I want to hear you say it."
Stacy reddened even more, as stared up at Lexi from
between her spread thighs. "I'm your - ah - I'm your
Superslut," she stammered.
"Damn straight you are." Lexi lowered herself on
Stacy's face. "And Superslut . . . I'm turning your
dial to number nine," she said, as she went down and
kissed her roommate's pretty blonde pussy.
Stacy moaned in pleasure as she felt her body
possessed by sexual fire. Maybe she wouldn't die
after all.
The end
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