Not much later, Dark Spectra and Kaliyuga pulled up in front of the secret apartment-loft of Dr. Katrina Spector, rented under an assumed name.Still holding gloves, the two supervillainesses bounded up the stairs to her apartment, their heeled boots clanking on the metal steps.
Inside the pitch black apartment, Pete the cameraman was still in the chair which Dark Spectra had bound him to several hours ago.He had tried and tried to wriggle free, or even to release the blue bandana gagging his mouth, but he could not gain any purchase - her ropework was too skilled.Now he was hearing commotion in the hallway..and two sets of footsteps? He guessed that one of them was Dark Spectra, who had kidnapped him after taunting and tantalizing him in that Oakland alley, but who was the other one? He wondered anxiously.
- pete the cameraman is tied up.jpg (25.66 KiB) Viewed 497 times
Pete didn't have long to wait, as the door swung open wide not just to reveal the return of the rainbow-haired Dark Spectra, but also a new villainess he hadn't seen before. Or rather, he hadn't witnessed her, but he'd heard of her from Poderosa - it was Kaliyuga the Destroyer, responsible for blowing up a store in Lawreneville, collapsing several buildings at Carnegie Mellon University, and several other wanton crimes of massive property destruction which also claimed several lives. He'd seen all the footage at the TV station.
Pete had to admit, though - Kaliyuga was impressive. Standing as she was just inside the doorway, surveying the apartment with her hands placed powerfully on her hips. he beheld a vision of fantastic beauty, a veritable goddess from Hindu legend but in modern superpowered form, Her beautiful face with big eyes and rosy lips, concealed only in part by a Batgirl-like mask; her dark curly hair with light streaks cascading down her shoulders; the incredibly tight purple costume which emphasized the full roundness of her breasts and her curvaceous hips; and then he saw her long spandex-covered legs ending in black leather heeled boots.
Poderosa had told him a bit about Kaliyuga, but her descriptions about one of the League's most implacable foes didn't quite do justice to the erstwhile geologist. Kaliyuga was the perfect package who could titillate any man, just as she was flabbergasting the wide-eyed Pete. But she didn't look too satisfied with the situation.
"Katrina!" she barked. "This is the diversion you have planned? It's just a small apartment! And where is the handsome man you promised?" she scanned the dark room, not being able to see clearly into the corners.
- kaliyuga front 1.jpg (79.14 KiB) Viewed 406 times
"Lovely girl," retorted Dark Spectra as she strode into the room, the light from the hallway turning her Amazonian stature into a provocative silhouette. "Can't you wait for me to turn on the light?" She did, and the luxuries of the apartment were clearly revealed: a plush couch in the middle; some shelves with books and a stereo system on the side;and a glass coffee table with a champagne bottle inside a bucket alongside two goblets. Two candlesticks stood on the table as well, as yet unlit, alongside a small vase of fragrant roses. Katrina picked up a remote control from a shelf near the door and pushed a button: the languid strains of Sade's "Smooth Operator" filled the room.
"All right, I see what you are trying to do here," replied Kaliyuga, picking up a rose and smelling it. "You are trying to impress a goddess with wine, fragrance and song...and it's working," she smiled. The ambience gave her a secret thrill - she was going to be able to pursue a romance with the powerful Dark Spectra, after all! But Kaliyuga didn't want to telegraph her enthusiasm too much, for fear of seeming weaker when compared to her new Black Faction boss. "But where's...."
"Over there," Dark Spectra pointed to a corner, and indeed, there was Pete the cameraman, trussed up and gagged neatly in a chair, squirming slightly but also drinking in the sight of the two powerful and sexy supervillainesses. She strode over to Pete and showcased him to Kaliyuga like a piece of auction merchandise, stroking his hair gently like a pet puppy. He was her possession, her plaything. "What do you think of our boy toy?"
- dark spectra and pete the cameraman hostage.jpg (55.7 KiB) Viewed 497 times
Pete was very handsome...very appealing indeed. "Oh, I think he'll do," Kaliyuga understated, looking him over carefully with a discerning but dispassionate eye. She didn't want to hint to Katrina how excited she was about this proposition. "I give him a nine out of ten for appearance. But how will he respond under our command?"
"Let's find out," Dark Spectra answered. She removed his bandana gag. "Don't you dare scream!" she warned him. "Remember what happened last time if you want your beautiful face to remain intact." He nodded wordlessly. "Kaliyuga, you do the honors with his bonds. I think it'll do you good to experience the power of true domination."
Kaliyuga nodded, smiling with anticipation. Then she stepped forward to face Pete, towering over him with her curvaceous body offering such a sweet temptation. He couldn't look away - her beauty was entrancing. "I'm letting you loose, boy, but you'd better behave!" With that warning, she snapped the ropes in half with her incredible strength. He heard that sound, and knew that he had no chance against this female who fancied herself a modern deity - she could snap his bones just as easily as she did to the ropes. Better play along!
"Go ahead, girl. It's your turn first. Get some. And play rough!" instructed Dark Spectra. She was eager to see how Kaliyuga would handle this handsome gift, and she wasn't disappointed. The Indian supervillainess grabbed Pete by the shoulders, and with her super strength tossed him through the air, several feet across the room. He landed ignobly on his back, but it was on the soft couch, so there was no injury other than his pride. Kaliyuga hadn't wanted to hurt him - just show him who's boss with a display of strength. He wasn't arguing at this point with her motives.
The Indian siren confidently sauntered over to the couch where Pete was now lying, looming over him.
- kaliyuga full body.jpg (57.14 KiB) Viewed 406 times
Staring up at her, he beheld the luscious curves of her breasts and the luster of her shiny purple costume reflecting the ambient light of the room. Her beautiful face looked determined as she clambered on top of him, straddling his crotch with her legs. He could feel those powerful, muscular limbs on either side of him, pressing tightly against his body in their smooth spandex encasement.
She leaned down towards his face, and he caught a whiff of her body sweat, tinged with superhuman sex hormones...she smelled so delectable, so enticing! "Beautiful, handsome boy," she purred provocatively into his ear, kissing his stubbled cheek with moist, ruby red lips. "I can see exactly why Poderosa likes you so much. I bet she is gentle and caring with you, despite her great strength. I won't be."
Dark Spectra acted as the voyeur, looking on with prurient interest, while Kaliyuga grasped Pete's belt and snapped it apart in one swift motion, tossing it aside on the floor. Next, she grabbed his shirt and tore it asunder, the buttons flying off in all directions, exposing his sculpted chest muscles. He began to breathe quickly, shivering in fearful anticipation of what might come next, and sure enough, the next move was just as violent.
Kaliyuga grabbed the top of Pete's pants and didn't bother to undo them. She simply tore the clasp off and roughly pulled the zipper open. She tugged forcibly at his briefs underneath, and ripped them apart in her hands. Pleased at having finished her pillaging assault on his clothes, she smiled excitedly as his sizeable penis was exposed to the open air. An experienced participant in superheroine sex, his member rose to the occasion, exceeding ten inches, and Kaliyuga gasped at its raw masculinity, having never seen anything that large before.
"You've hit the jackpot!" commented Dark Spectra from the sideline, and Kaliyuga grinned. She was beginning to appreciate the approval of the powerful supervillainess.
"Not bad, little worm," the Indian villainess understated to Pete. "Now, let's see if you can please a goddess. Honor Kaliyuga with your phallic worship!" She yanked the shaft of his penis and rubbed its pinkish tip against the quite visible cameltoe inside the tight crotch of her costume. He couldn't protest against her rapacious aggression - if she really wanted to, she could pull it right off! "Ahhh, ahhh, that's wonderful," she moaned, experiencing a hormonal rush upon Pete's organ making contact with her swelling genitals. "But that pesky barrier simply won't do."
Flexing her pelvic muscles, her discerning application of super-strength ripped a hole in her costume sizeable enough to fit Pete's king-size member. From her vantage point, Dark Spectra could see Kaliyuga's gorgeous pussy lips and her brown pubic mound peeking through the hole, with tufts of luxuriant black hair sprouting on either side in a primeval forest. It was attractively hairy down there, like the soft fur of a savage beast.
Then, as an open-mouthed Pete watched, she mounted him, guiding his penis gently into her vagina, until it almost disappeared inside the crevice. As she began to move up and down, she could feel her vaginal walls aching with waves of ecstasy which ran straight through her body, making her already ample breasts swell and throb inside her sheer costume, her nipples hardening and poking at the gleaming purple fabric on either side of the iconic Kali emblem. Her cheeks flushed with gentle crimson, as she revealed the passion of taking the sexual initiative on a helpless male victim.
"What's it like, Kaliyuga?" Dark Spectra inquired. Meanwhile, Pete couldn't help but make comparisons in his mind. His lovemaking sessions with Rosa were certainly very satisfying, but finding himself inside the body of a supervillainess was even more intense. He couldn't look away from the magnificent body in shiny purple spandex undulating inches from his face. Kaliyuga's exertions were mesmerizing, her muscles rippling with superhuman power.
"It's incredible, Katrina! think...I think I'm going to come!" she shouted, bouncing rhythmically like a piston on Pete's rigid tree trunk, which blessed her sensitive insides with unbridled pleasure. She tilted her head back, preparing herself for the deluge she knew was about to arrive.
"It's...it's happening...ahh...ahh...ahhhhh!" the beautiful Indian siren cried out with uproarious joy, balling her hands up into tight fists which began to glow bright yellow. "I can't...I can't hold it back any longer...I've got to...." She didn't even finish her sentence before two powerful blasts leaped from her hands, and...crash! The nearby glass coffee table had shattered into a zillion pieces, obliterated by the might of Kaliyuga's orgasmic release of her tremor powers, and the champagne bottle, goblets and flower vase had all crashed to the floor.
Dark Spectra was standing back and observing the whole thing, rubbing her own tightly spandex-covered crotch with her white gloves and enjoying the personal sensation. Masturbation was a pleasurable prelude, but she gasped when she saw the table get destroyed by the sheer force of Kaliyuga's super-climax. "Well, damn," she said. "It was time to go furniture stealing anyway. That Dom Perignon did cost me a bundle, though..."
Meanwhile, Pete had retracted his engorged penis out of Kaliyuga's body. Right as she had orgasmed, he began to experience an involuntary climax of his own,bwhich she induced with her diligent labors. He ejaculated directly onto the open crotch hole of Kaliyuga's tight purple costume, and his sticky load became entangled in the curly thicket of Kaliyuga's beautiful, mocha-brown mound, like whipped cream on a fudge sundae.
Kaliyuga rose from her straddled position and stood next to the couch, checking her costume for damage. Peering down at her crotch, she noticed Pete's thick cum on her pubis with a receptive smile. She reached down with a glove, removing a glob of the substance and placing it on her bright red lips. "Mmmmm..." she murmured, enjoying its sweetness. "So tasty! You are quite a sugary snack, Pete, I'll give you that!"
He was still on the couch, a bit stunned from the sexual savagery which Kaliyuga had exerted upon him, but none the worse for wear...yet. A rough and tumble fuckfest with the beautiful Indian goddess of destruction had been a rather unexpectedly delightful experience...he didn't realize that he enjoyed such tumultuous relations, but he didn't feel guilty about it yet, since he had been compelled to do it.
Dark Spectra walked over and inspected Kaliyuga's costume with amorous eyes. "Wow, you look stunning," she said. "The glow of sexual satisfaction suits you quite nicely! But I see you've torn your crotch and stained your glove...are you going to need costume repairs? I do have a sewing kit in the closet, and there's a laundry room in the hall.."
"No worries, Katrina," the Indian villainess assured her. "The spandex might have some flaws in it now, and I'm certainly not going to go out in public and destroy the city looking like this. But the next time I undergo my transformation - like the one you saw at the warehouse - the costume will automatically repair itself as an extension of my body. That's how my powers work!"
"Glad to hear that," Dark Spectra replied. "Mind if you sit back for a minute and recuperate? I've got a superheroine's fuckboy to violate!" Kaliyuga nodded, retreating to another corner of the room with contentment, and allowing the sexy spectrographer some space to get her groove on. Dark Spectra opened a drawer at the bottom of the bookcase, pulling a black-colored item out and making efforts to attach it to her body, but it was too far away for Kaliyuga to see clearly what it was.
It was then that Pete, still quivering on the couch, suddenly realized his infidelity. "I'm no longer faithful to Rosa," he lamented to himself. "I wonder if she'll smell Kaliyuga's alluring scent on me with her super-senses," he speculated. But he didn't have a whole lot of time to mull that problem over, as Dark Spectra strode into view, squeezing his midsection with her powerful hands, and flipping him over face down, so that his naked buttocks were sticking up into the air.
He dreaded what might be coming next, and with good reason, because out of the corner of his eye he saw what Dark Spectra had done with the black object: it was a hard rubber dildo, shaped like a large penis, and she had it fastened securely with two black strips to her tightly spandexed crotch. Dark Spectra was wearing a strap-on. This was a kinky supervillainess! "Uh-oh..." he muttered.
"That's right, pretty boy. You'd better be concerned for your health," quipped the rainbow-haired woman. "I didn't kidnap you to give you an easy time. I'm going to rape your ass! Gonna be a new experience, huh?" she smiled sadistically. As soon as her prosthetic penis entered his raw anal cavity, Pete began to moan with pain, having never been entered through the back door before in his entire life.
"Ha, ha...not feeling so good right now, are you?" she taunted him with a twisted smirk. She closed her left glove around his neck, choking him slightly to display her dominance. "This is what it's like to be gay, you little hetero bitch," she sneered. "And I should know, because I'm the rainbow warrior, and I'm as queer as a three dollar bill. I like to give it and receive it...in all the holes!"
Pete grunted with displeasure as Dark Spectra plunged inside again and again, thrusting nonstop into his anus, and he could feel the rectal opening slowly tearing from the friction. She didn't care one bit, because the other end of the sex device was designed to push up against her clitoris, repeatedly, as her pleasure organ was encased tightly in the sheer fabric of her spandex catsuit. Every thrust of the dildo granted Dark Spectra a thrilling rush of arousal, bringing her closer to the climactic event.
Finally, after several dozen methodical jolts into Pete's asshole, she began to moan rapturously. "That's it....that's it...here it comes...aaaahhhh!" An explosion of prismatic light surrounded her gloved hand, as Dark Spectra created a visual holographic representation of her jubilant orgasm. "Wow, that was something," she remarked to Kaliyuga. "When I was still in the League, I asked that sexy engineer X-Machina to build me a strap-on device that also could get me off, and she came up with this genius contraption. It's so satisfying being able to come while I'm also humiliating a man!"
Indeed, Pete felt quite dirty and completely humiliated. He lay face down on the couch, not daring to move, as he ached from Dark Spectra's invasive sex crime. If only he could call the cops..but that was not in the cards. These two diabolical women had complete control, and they weren't going to relent any time soon. "Think we're done with you, and you can just go back to fucking that do-gooder heroine, pure as the driven snow?" taunted the six-foot-one Amazon in the tight rainbow-streaked costume."Think again! We're going to make you watch...make you hunger for something you will never have as a useless male of the species!"
"Make him watch what? Netflix?" Kaliyuga joked, smirking as she walked over from her corner and flirtatiously brushed Dark Spectra's multicolored hair with her glove. "Oh, don't think I'm that naive, Katrina," she assured her new boss. "I know exactly what you're talking about, and I'm more than ready for it. Kiss me!" she cooed, reaching for Dark Spectra's soft cheek. She brought her bright red lips enticingly within an inch of the burgundy lips of Dark Spectra, breathing heavily with desire, and then their apertures locked, as their tongues explored inside each other's wet mouths. "You taste so beautiful!" said Kaliyuga, finally falling quite deeply under Dark Spectra's erotic thrall.
"You bet I do. I've got 31 flavors," quipped Dark Spectra. "But taste isn't everything. I bet there's at least one thing our boy Pete hasn't seen before in his life, but he's about to witness it in person. I'm going to need you to undergo that transformation RIGHT NOW, Kalima. Your costume repair can't wait until later - the crotch has to be fully intact for us to do this correctly, to unlock the true potential of our shared preference for these tight costumes. I have a fondness for wearing spandex, and by the looks of your outfit, I know you do, as well."
"Fair enough, Katrina. Certainly, I have enjoyed the sensual appeal of this uniform since the moment of my first metamorphosis. But I warn you - do NOT call me 'Kalima' again when I am in this ultimate form," she admonished her companion. "That is the accursed name of my weakling alter ego, and I do not brook insults. I am an unstoppable goddess, and you do not want to feel my wrath unleashed. Now, stand back, please!"
Dark Spectra retreated across the room, allowing her companion the space she requested, and stood at the ready, hands on her hips. Kaliyuga once again raised her gloves high in the air as she did previously in the warehouse, her large round breasts heaving with expectant thrill, appearing as if they were about to burst through her sheer costume. Beads of sweat glistened on her beautiful brown forehead.
Kaliyuga shouted, "GIVE ME THE DARK POWER!" and this time, a nearly blinding flash of light emerged directly from her exposed nether region, her pussy glowing bright with transformational energy. When the effect receded, Dark Spectra saw that the torn hole in Kaliyuga's costume was entirely gone, and in its place was new shiny purple spandex, tightly pressing against her crotch. Only a pronounced cameltoe was visible under the sheer stretchy fabric. The change had also stimulated her sexually, so Kaliyuga rubbed her pussy vigorously to assuage her immediate urge. "Ahhh....that feels good," she sighed. "The costume is intact. And I do so enjoy the change!"
"I adore watching you do that," Dark Spectra declared. "Self-love is so hot, coming from a beauty like you who deserves every drop of it. But that's not why we're here. Let's tie up our hostage again, and then I'll show you what we're going to do next." She picked up the ropes and the blue bandana from the floor. "Here, help me put these back on him," she requested, and within a few minutes, Pete was once again securely trussed up in the chair, unable to speak or move. "Thanks for the assist," said Dark Spectra. "Men should be bound, not heard," she chuckled.
"So, what's the plan?" queried Kaliyuga. "Do you want to move on over to the couch with me now?"
"Yes, I do," asserted Dark Spectra. "You occupy one side of the sofa, and I'll sit on the other side." Kaliyuga did as instructed. "Now, move closer and closer to me. Yes, that's it...I'll need your crotch to get very near to my crotch. So close that I can whiff it. You've got it? Ah, I can smell your pudendal fragrance, it's powerfully sexy. OK, great! Now, can you see how tight my black spandex costume presses against my pussy? I can see yours through your costume, as well. Let's move together..get those two lovely girls to meet, shall we?...yes, yes, that's it..."
"Now, what do we do?" joked Kaliyuga. "No, I'm kidding. I know about this..it's called scissoring, yes? I've never done this before, because I've never been with a woman. But I've had fantasies about it, and it can't be too difficult, right?" She smiled in anticipation of Katrina's response.
"No, it really isn't," admitted Dark Spectra. "But it needs to be done right. Tribadism is the ultimate lesbian act, which sets us apart from the grunting neanderthal men. No biological male can ever do this with you, understand? Good. Now rub your crotch tightly against mine...gently at first, but then getting faster and harder...That's very good....I'm starting to get wet down there....Ahhh...."
Kaliyuga complied willingly, her rising pubic mound swelling with blood under her tight spandex. Wet pussy rubbed against wet pussy, shiny purple fabric against shiny black fabric. They stroked each other, increasing the pace gradually, faster and faster. "Uhhhh....so good....so tight...uhhhh..." the Indian siren moaned with extreme pleasure. This was a masterpiece of lust which only two women in mutual adoration could experience, and she was falling deeply in love with the tall rainbow-haired villainess.
Dark Spectra countered with intense friction of her own. She moved to and fro, her perky breasts straining with the effort under her tight costume, her dark red lips puckering wordlessly. The pair were scissoring continuously, drawing ever closer to another climax. "That's it....Kaliyuga...I love that beautiful name...my golden-brown goddess...you're getting us there....ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod...." A few seconds later, another blinding flash of energy expanded outward in radius from their interlocked nether regions.
Kaliyuga shrieked with enormous pleasure. "Arrrrggghhhh!" she shouted, as the orgasmic release finally arrived. They came almost simultaneously, heads tilted back and mouths open wide in the classic O-face. Their spandex-clad bodies shook and shivered in the immediate aftermath, as the two superpowered women shuffled apart from each other on the couch to catch a breather after such a sexual triumph.
But then, Dark Spectra noticed something, looking down at Kaliyuga's crotch. "Oh, look at that, gorgeous," she said. "You're soaking wet, and I don't blame you. That was quite a fun workout. We even left a stain on the couch." She bent down and sniffed the moisture. "Smells amazing!" Then she flicked her tongue out, and licked Kaliyuga's drenched spandex. "Tastes so sweet, so delicious!"
"It does?" asked the Indian villainess curiously. She reached down with a glove and sopped up her own wetness, licking it with her tongue. "This is my own juice?" she asked, rhetorically. "You're right, it does taste amazing. I love my pussy, and I love your beautiful pussy, too. We need to do this again soon. What an eye-opening encounter this was..."
"Yes, it certainly was," nodded Dark Spectra. "Exceeded my wildest expectations. See..I told you earlier that part of being evil is the freedom of giving in to your desires. I predicted that you would fall in love with me, and you did. But now, I have to ask you a special favor, brilliant Kaliyuga."
"Anything," said the Indian superwoman, immediately reconsidering her initial eagerness to please. "Well, almost anything. You still need to address me at all times as a goddess. That's just protocol. My power deserves to be worshipped."
"Oh, I can handle that, goddess," responded Dark Spectra. "But for now, just do this for me. I'm exhausted from our marathon sex, and I would guess you are tired, as well. There's no need for you to drive anywhere. Please stay with me all night - I want to spoon, to cuddle with you with our tight costumes on. We are supervillainesses in love, after all. And this pathetic man-child," she added, indicating Pete the cameraman, "still tied up securely in the corner? He's no threat whatsoever. He can spend the night watching us sleep, until he nods off himself."
"Sure," agreed Kaliyuga. "I would be happy to spend the night with you. And I'm usually the one powered by rage and anger, so you can tell I'm serious about my affection!" Dark Spectra licked her wine-colored lips in agreement. They quickly converted the couch into a fold-out bed, and then both women leaped onto the soft, pliant mattress. They merged their perfectly contoured bodies, stroking each other's faces lovingly with gloved hands.
The two superpowered women embraced each other tightly: shiny purple lycra melding with shiny black spandex, and long curly brown hair intertwined with rainbow tresses. Their colorful capes draped over each other's curves to provide warmth and comfort. The boots stayed on - their high heels briefly clicking against each other, as they drifted off into peaceful slumber.
This was adoration. This was love, with life goals synchronized to perfection. Two gorgeous and powerful creatures slept as one, dreaming of destroying the pathetic Heroine League, taking over the Steel City, and dominating it ruthlessly as the world's most attractive dictators....together.
100.jpg)
