Red Gina and Vaporia: Torturous (Heroineburgh)
Posted: Mon May 15, 2023 4:48 am
Continuing with the Heroineburgh Erotic Universe, and imagining scenarios with our characters which are a bit more...mature.
This story incorporates elements from Episode 21 and a plot thread from Episode 14, featuring our main characters:
- the raging Red Gina, an antiheroine first introduced all the way in Episode 1. Gina Garibaldi is a computer programmer who gets super-strong when she gets angry.
- the scheming Vaporia, first appearing in Episode 11. The owner of a vape shop, Vicki Vaughan is the wife of corrupt cop Mark Drake, and his partner in their secret criminal cabal, the Black Faction.
[There are also some photos pulled from Episodes 7 and 20.]
Plus, there'll be some special guest appearances! Read on, friends.
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Drake was waiting impatiently in Vicki's clandestine crash pad, after he let himself in with the spare key. He paced back and forth, waiting for her to arrive, playing with the buttons on his dark jacket.
After all, it had been weeks since they'd seen each other - it was quite necessary for them to avoid being seen together. Drake couldn't be associated with a shady criminal who owned a vape shop and still keep his job secure as a police detective, while Vicki would lose her credibility with the underworld if she was associated with a cop. Yet the two had somehow met, dated, and fallen deeply in love. It was definitely fate against all odds.
Just then, a large puff of smoke appeared at the other side of the room, and Vicki materialized right in front of Drake, waving her hands with a flourish. As a supercriminal, she called herself Vaporia because she had the ability to turn all or part of her body into sentient water vapor or wispy smoke, enabling her to slip through the small cracks and vents. There was virtually no room to which she could not have access, and that was good for crime.
"Lover!" exclaimed Vaporia, who was an extremely shapely black woman with a bob of platinum-white hair. Her voluptuous form looked like it was poured into her dress, a very tight spandex number with black and white stripes, a cinched-in red belt, and a red "V" logo in fancy script. She completed her ensemble with long, elegant white gloves, and sexy suede thigh-high boots. Vicki was very aware that she made a knockout impression entering a room, as her considerable cleavage peeked over her costume.
Drake was, of course, in no way immune to Vaporia's charms, having married her a year before. "Vicki!" he enthused. "I missed you so much!"
He brought her in for an embrace. "It's been way too long. Although I know we have to avoid being seen together."
"That's such a shame, Mark," she lamented. "But what's up?"
"Well, we have a big problem," continued Drake. "You know the superpowered women who have been popping up around town?"
"Sure, lover," she warbled. "Many of them are quite...attractive..in their tight uniforms. But what's the problem?"
"Oh, it's a big one," he complained. "These women have united in a new organization called the Pittsburgh Heroine League, and they aim to root out corruption and to stop crime in the city. And the mayor's not only endorsed them, but given them a headquarters with the blessing of the Pitt chancellor - the top of the Cathedral of Learning! That's not going to be good for business, especially if we have our hands in so many pockets of the underworld, Vicki."
She stroked his shoulder alluringly with her soft white glove. "I agree, Mark. But what can we do about it? We already have the Black Faction working with us...a whole roster of supercriminal ladies who are on the take with the police department. Some of them are really sexy, too!"
"Yes, they are," he nodded. "But they might not be enough. We're going to need someone inside the Heroine League to keep us alerted to what's going on over there, so they don't take us by surprise. A mole, if you will. And perhaps there are even a couple of them we can peel away and convert to our side!"
"With enough...temptation..." Vaporia gently caressed her own curvaceous body as an example, "we probably could! Who did you have in mind?"
"Our first target?" replied Drake. "That should be the woman they call Red Gina. Her identity is public - computer coder Gina Garibaldi - and she works at Cybertech, so she's easy to track. We could just follow her home. Plus the police reports are that she's unstable and prone to fits of rage, which generates her powers."
"So..all we have to do is get her angry at her fellow heroines?" Vaporia asked, "and she might flip out against them, switching sides?"
"She does have that kind of volatility," Drake nodded. "There's only one way to find for sure. We'll pay her a visit tomorrow night!"
"That sounds great!" Vaporia smiled. "I do like a challenge. Speaking of which, Mark...it's excitingly dangerous when we meet like this, only
a few minutes at a time. Makes me want to take advantage of every second we have...know what I mean?" She brushed his face with her glove,
then seductively traced a line with it down the center of his muscular chest until she stopped right above his crotch.
Drake got the hint, even as his hungry eyes drank in the majesty of Vaporia's hourglass figure defined within that tight spandex costume. He reached for her dress, and pulled one of the straps down, exposing one of her magnificent mocha-brown breasts. He grasped it with his strong hands - round and firm with a large pinkish areola, her nipple standing straight at attention. He bent his head down, licking her breast in concentric circles, as she began to moan with satisfaction. Foreplay was a cinch when it was so easy to stimulate her.
"Oooohhhh...you know my best assets!" Vaporia crooned. "It's been so long, and I can't wait any more...take me, Mark!"
Her shouts of pleasure were music to his ears, as he quickly undid his zipper, unsheathing a ten-inch penis which was pointing straight at Vaporia, throbbing and reddish with rigid intensity. "Yes, Vicki...your wish is my command!"
"Oh, that looks so powerful, Mark. Get it in there!" Vaporia pushed her tight spandex dress up her gorgeous thick hips, revealing the prize underneath which had drawn Drake's desire. He gazed at her beautiful brown pussy, warm and wet and so inviting. It was so sexy that the meteor explosion which had imbued her with the vapor powers had also given her luxurious, curly white pubic hair, beautifully contrasting against her smooth dark skin.
Vicki grasped Drake's thick shaft and guided it inside her, until it disappeared almost entirely. He pushed her against the wall and forced her hands to either side, rhythmically pumping up and down, as Vaporia cried out with ecstasy. "Oh, Mark, I can feel you! It's so good," she enthused, in between short gasps of breath. "Fill me up!" She shivered with gushing paroxysms of orgasmic pleasure, her female ejaculate pooling inside her paraurethral glands, begging for release.
It would have been so tempting for Drake to remain inside her, but now was not the time for baby complications. Maybe one day, they could settle down and raise a family, but it was too dangerous while they were under threat from the heroines. Sensing he was about to climax, Drake pulled his cock out, and seconds later, shot his load all over Vaporia's snow-white bush.
The semen dribbled down Vaporia's beautiful brown leg in thick ropes. She reached down with her left glove and sopped it up, sampling the cum with her tongue. "Yummy!" she exclaimed. "Mark, you taste so great! Let me give you a snack of your own!" Then, with her right glove, she wiped some of the juice from her pussy onto Drake's salivating lips. "Drink me up!" she commanded.
He licked her milky sweet fluid, enjoying every drop. "Well, Vicki," he joked. "We're getting a bit messy here, aren't we now?"
"True, lover," she nodded. "Let's get back to a bit of decorum." She pulled her tight spandex dress back down while a bit of Drake's cum dried out on her leg. She checked her hairdo and smoothed her costume out. "But I loved having this bit of adventure with you, Mark. Let's do it again soon!"
"We can," he nodded, "but after we capture this heroine. We'll wait for her outside Cybertech and follow her home. I'll get the..uh..chemicals ready for her, and meet you down there! We'll bring a few of my associates. You know the address, right?"
"I certainly do, lover! Memorized it when we found out that twat Cybrina works there," she quipped. "Now just give me one smooch for good luck on this venture!" She brought him close, and their lips met passionately.
"Mmmm...Vicki!" he marveled. "I savor each kiss like a sip of fine wine! You are so beautiful, a masterpiece like a work of art!"
"And don't you forget it!" she smiled. "Bye, lover!" Vaporia raised her hands, and POOF! Her entire body dispersed into white vapor, which traveled quickly out an air conditioning vent.
Drake shook his head with wonderment, and went to track down a very crucial ingredient in their plan. He was soon doing some test sprays of the product he obtained.
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The next day, Gina Garibaldi unlocked her apartment's front door and stepped inside her vestibule, completely unaware that she was being followed.
She was decked out in her civilian clothes from work - Cybertech had no problem with her spiky goth attire, as long as she did her coding job.
Besides which, her long black hair, dark eyeliner, and punky jacket were very attractive, and she had several admirers amongst the cubicle set.
She stopped at the shelf where the mail carrier usually dropped her correspondence. Lately, she'd been getting a steady stream of mail from victims of spousal abuse, since the newspapers had publicized her crusade against domestic violence. And sure enough, there was another stack of letters for her once again.
It wasn't just her feminist side, thought Gina, which made her so vehement about the very idea of a man harming a woman. The rush of anger she felt against injustice was itself empowering, as it not only caused her stunning transformation, but also gave her a stimulating rush of sexual pleasure. When she broke into some wifebeating asshole's house and broke his arms, leaving him whimpering in a corner and promising never to do it again, she accepted that she was getting off on the violence, and she was totally fine with that. Sadism was part of her profile as an anti-heroine, and a small price to express for getting rid of such filth.
Just as she was deciding which of the letters she would respond to first, she heard soft footsteps behind her. It was too late to react, as gloved hands closed a red rag around her mouth, reeking of a chemical smell she hadn't encountered. Gina suddenly realized: it's chloroform! But to no avail, as she began to feel woozy. She kept struggling, though, trying to gain purchase on the figure behind her, though she didn't have her full powers.
Drake, wearing a black mask to obscure his identity, had grabbed Gina from behind and was responsible for administering the rag to her lovely red lips, pierced with a ring. But even with his considerable strength, he was unable to subdue the heroine in her civilian form, and she squirmed restlessly beneath his tight grip. He began to worry. "Need a little help over here!" he shouted with concern.
Sauntering over sexily to lend an assist was his wife Vaporia, who was wearing her other more elaborate costume: a tight white Victorian dress with black trimmings and lace. She loved to commit her crimes in fashionable style, but that nuance was lost on their victim, who was still moving about under Drake's clutches. "Mmmff....mmfff!" went her unheard muffled cries.
"Sure, lover," Vaporia offered sweetly, "step back a bit and let me handle this!" She held her long white opera gloves close to Gina's lips, and a stream of smoky vapor poured out of her hands, entering the heroine's open mouth. Fearing for her safety, Gina surreptitiously pushed a small button on her metal bracelet, which emitted a small 'beep', but the sound of the hissing smoke was loud enough that Vaporia simply didn't notice.
Soon, the smoke generated by Vaporia's powers was choking Gina deep within her lungs. She gasped for air, her consciousness ebbing slowly as she could not obtain any oxygen to power a transformation, let alone stay awake for much longer. Gina uttered a short, unexpected gasp of pleasure as she plummeted into blissful dreamland.
Gina's eyes rolled up in her head, and she fell back, collapsing into Drake's muscular arms. He gripped her tightly, dragging Gina's punk-rock jacket
roughly through her own apartment hallway, while Vaporia tagged along, chuckling to herself with amusement. "Did you see her cry out in pleasure right at the end, lover?" she queried. "That chick is so obviously into S and M. She got off on her own erotic asphyxation. That's pretty hot!"
Distracted by Gina's shapely bulk, Drake nodded, looking both ways down the sidewalk as he dragged her to the street. It was important that nobody witnessed their kidnapping. "That's great, honey. Maybe that'll help bring her over to your side. Now please open the back of the van, so I can stuff her inside..."
Vaporia did so, and Gina's body tumbled onto the hard black rubber mat on the floor of their getaway van. She was in for the ride of her life.
This story incorporates elements from Episode 21 and a plot thread from Episode 14, featuring our main characters:
- the raging Red Gina, an antiheroine first introduced all the way in Episode 1. Gina Garibaldi is a computer programmer who gets super-strong when she gets angry.
- the scheming Vaporia, first appearing in Episode 11. The owner of a vape shop, Vicki Vaughan is the wife of corrupt cop Mark Drake, and his partner in their secret criminal cabal, the Black Faction.
[There are also some photos pulled from Episodes 7 and 20.]
Plus, there'll be some special guest appearances! Read on, friends.
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Drake was waiting impatiently in Vicki's clandestine crash pad, after he let himself in with the spare key. He paced back and forth, waiting for her to arrive, playing with the buttons on his dark jacket.
After all, it had been weeks since they'd seen each other - it was quite necessary for them to avoid being seen together. Drake couldn't be associated with a shady criminal who owned a vape shop and still keep his job secure as a police detective, while Vicki would lose her credibility with the underworld if she was associated with a cop. Yet the two had somehow met, dated, and fallen deeply in love. It was definitely fate against all odds.
Just then, a large puff of smoke appeared at the other side of the room, and Vicki materialized right in front of Drake, waving her hands with a flourish. As a supercriminal, she called herself Vaporia because she had the ability to turn all or part of her body into sentient water vapor or wispy smoke, enabling her to slip through the small cracks and vents. There was virtually no room to which she could not have access, and that was good for crime.
"Lover!" exclaimed Vaporia, who was an extremely shapely black woman with a bob of platinum-white hair. Her voluptuous form looked like it was poured into her dress, a very tight spandex number with black and white stripes, a cinched-in red belt, and a red "V" logo in fancy script. She completed her ensemble with long, elegant white gloves, and sexy suede thigh-high boots. Vicki was very aware that she made a knockout impression entering a room, as her considerable cleavage peeked over her costume.
Drake was, of course, in no way immune to Vaporia's charms, having married her a year before. "Vicki!" he enthused. "I missed you so much!"
He brought her in for an embrace. "It's been way too long. Although I know we have to avoid being seen together."
"That's such a shame, Mark," she lamented. "But what's up?"
"Well, we have a big problem," continued Drake. "You know the superpowered women who have been popping up around town?"
"Sure, lover," she warbled. "Many of them are quite...attractive..in their tight uniforms. But what's the problem?"
"Oh, it's a big one," he complained. "These women have united in a new organization called the Pittsburgh Heroine League, and they aim to root out corruption and to stop crime in the city. And the mayor's not only endorsed them, but given them a headquarters with the blessing of the Pitt chancellor - the top of the Cathedral of Learning! That's not going to be good for business, especially if we have our hands in so many pockets of the underworld, Vicki."
She stroked his shoulder alluringly with her soft white glove. "I agree, Mark. But what can we do about it? We already have the Black Faction working with us...a whole roster of supercriminal ladies who are on the take with the police department. Some of them are really sexy, too!"
"Yes, they are," he nodded. "But they might not be enough. We're going to need someone inside the Heroine League to keep us alerted to what's going on over there, so they don't take us by surprise. A mole, if you will. And perhaps there are even a couple of them we can peel away and convert to our side!"
"With enough...temptation..." Vaporia gently caressed her own curvaceous body as an example, "we probably could! Who did you have in mind?"
"Our first target?" replied Drake. "That should be the woman they call Red Gina. Her identity is public - computer coder Gina Garibaldi - and she works at Cybertech, so she's easy to track. We could just follow her home. Plus the police reports are that she's unstable and prone to fits of rage, which generates her powers."
"So..all we have to do is get her angry at her fellow heroines?" Vaporia asked, "and she might flip out against them, switching sides?"
"She does have that kind of volatility," Drake nodded. "There's only one way to find for sure. We'll pay her a visit tomorrow night!"
"That sounds great!" Vaporia smiled. "I do like a challenge. Speaking of which, Mark...it's excitingly dangerous when we meet like this, only
a few minutes at a time. Makes me want to take advantage of every second we have...know what I mean?" She brushed his face with her glove,
then seductively traced a line with it down the center of his muscular chest until she stopped right above his crotch.
Drake got the hint, even as his hungry eyes drank in the majesty of Vaporia's hourglass figure defined within that tight spandex costume. He reached for her dress, and pulled one of the straps down, exposing one of her magnificent mocha-brown breasts. He grasped it with his strong hands - round and firm with a large pinkish areola, her nipple standing straight at attention. He bent his head down, licking her breast in concentric circles, as she began to moan with satisfaction. Foreplay was a cinch when it was so easy to stimulate her.
"Oooohhhh...you know my best assets!" Vaporia crooned. "It's been so long, and I can't wait any more...take me, Mark!"
Her shouts of pleasure were music to his ears, as he quickly undid his zipper, unsheathing a ten-inch penis which was pointing straight at Vaporia, throbbing and reddish with rigid intensity. "Yes, Vicki...your wish is my command!"
"Oh, that looks so powerful, Mark. Get it in there!" Vaporia pushed her tight spandex dress up her gorgeous thick hips, revealing the prize underneath which had drawn Drake's desire. He gazed at her beautiful brown pussy, warm and wet and so inviting. It was so sexy that the meteor explosion which had imbued her with the vapor powers had also given her luxurious, curly white pubic hair, beautifully contrasting against her smooth dark skin.
Vicki grasped Drake's thick shaft and guided it inside her, until it disappeared almost entirely. He pushed her against the wall and forced her hands to either side, rhythmically pumping up and down, as Vaporia cried out with ecstasy. "Oh, Mark, I can feel you! It's so good," she enthused, in between short gasps of breath. "Fill me up!" She shivered with gushing paroxysms of orgasmic pleasure, her female ejaculate pooling inside her paraurethral glands, begging for release.
It would have been so tempting for Drake to remain inside her, but now was not the time for baby complications. Maybe one day, they could settle down and raise a family, but it was too dangerous while they were under threat from the heroines. Sensing he was about to climax, Drake pulled his cock out, and seconds later, shot his load all over Vaporia's snow-white bush.
The semen dribbled down Vaporia's beautiful brown leg in thick ropes. She reached down with her left glove and sopped it up, sampling the cum with her tongue. "Yummy!" she exclaimed. "Mark, you taste so great! Let me give you a snack of your own!" Then, with her right glove, she wiped some of the juice from her pussy onto Drake's salivating lips. "Drink me up!" she commanded.
He licked her milky sweet fluid, enjoying every drop. "Well, Vicki," he joked. "We're getting a bit messy here, aren't we now?"
"True, lover," she nodded. "Let's get back to a bit of decorum." She pulled her tight spandex dress back down while a bit of Drake's cum dried out on her leg. She checked her hairdo and smoothed her costume out. "But I loved having this bit of adventure with you, Mark. Let's do it again soon!"
"We can," he nodded, "but after we capture this heroine. We'll wait for her outside Cybertech and follow her home. I'll get the..uh..chemicals ready for her, and meet you down there! We'll bring a few of my associates. You know the address, right?"
"I certainly do, lover! Memorized it when we found out that twat Cybrina works there," she quipped. "Now just give me one smooch for good luck on this venture!" She brought him close, and their lips met passionately.
"Mmmm...Vicki!" he marveled. "I savor each kiss like a sip of fine wine! You are so beautiful, a masterpiece like a work of art!"
"And don't you forget it!" she smiled. "Bye, lover!" Vaporia raised her hands, and POOF! Her entire body dispersed into white vapor, which traveled quickly out an air conditioning vent.
Drake shook his head with wonderment, and went to track down a very crucial ingredient in their plan. He was soon doing some test sprays of the product he obtained.
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The next day, Gina Garibaldi unlocked her apartment's front door and stepped inside her vestibule, completely unaware that she was being followed.
She was decked out in her civilian clothes from work - Cybertech had no problem with her spiky goth attire, as long as she did her coding job.
Besides which, her long black hair, dark eyeliner, and punky jacket were very attractive, and she had several admirers amongst the cubicle set.
She stopped at the shelf where the mail carrier usually dropped her correspondence. Lately, she'd been getting a steady stream of mail from victims of spousal abuse, since the newspapers had publicized her crusade against domestic violence. And sure enough, there was another stack of letters for her once again.
It wasn't just her feminist side, thought Gina, which made her so vehement about the very idea of a man harming a woman. The rush of anger she felt against injustice was itself empowering, as it not only caused her stunning transformation, but also gave her a stimulating rush of sexual pleasure. When she broke into some wifebeating asshole's house and broke his arms, leaving him whimpering in a corner and promising never to do it again, she accepted that she was getting off on the violence, and she was totally fine with that. Sadism was part of her profile as an anti-heroine, and a small price to express for getting rid of such filth.
Just as she was deciding which of the letters she would respond to first, she heard soft footsteps behind her. It was too late to react, as gloved hands closed a red rag around her mouth, reeking of a chemical smell she hadn't encountered. Gina suddenly realized: it's chloroform! But to no avail, as she began to feel woozy. She kept struggling, though, trying to gain purchase on the figure behind her, though she didn't have her full powers.
Drake, wearing a black mask to obscure his identity, had grabbed Gina from behind and was responsible for administering the rag to her lovely red lips, pierced with a ring. But even with his considerable strength, he was unable to subdue the heroine in her civilian form, and she squirmed restlessly beneath his tight grip. He began to worry. "Need a little help over here!" he shouted with concern.
Sauntering over sexily to lend an assist was his wife Vaporia, who was wearing her other more elaborate costume: a tight white Victorian dress with black trimmings and lace. She loved to commit her crimes in fashionable style, but that nuance was lost on their victim, who was still moving about under Drake's clutches. "Mmmff....mmfff!" went her unheard muffled cries.
"Sure, lover," Vaporia offered sweetly, "step back a bit and let me handle this!" She held her long white opera gloves close to Gina's lips, and a stream of smoky vapor poured out of her hands, entering the heroine's open mouth. Fearing for her safety, Gina surreptitiously pushed a small button on her metal bracelet, which emitted a small 'beep', but the sound of the hissing smoke was loud enough that Vaporia simply didn't notice.
Soon, the smoke generated by Vaporia's powers was choking Gina deep within her lungs. She gasped for air, her consciousness ebbing slowly as she could not obtain any oxygen to power a transformation, let alone stay awake for much longer. Gina uttered a short, unexpected gasp of pleasure as she plummeted into blissful dreamland.
Gina's eyes rolled up in her head, and she fell back, collapsing into Drake's muscular arms. He gripped her tightly, dragging Gina's punk-rock jacket
roughly through her own apartment hallway, while Vaporia tagged along, chuckling to herself with amusement. "Did you see her cry out in pleasure right at the end, lover?" she queried. "That chick is so obviously into S and M. She got off on her own erotic asphyxation. That's pretty hot!"
Distracted by Gina's shapely bulk, Drake nodded, looking both ways down the sidewalk as he dragged her to the street. It was important that nobody witnessed their kidnapping. "That's great, honey. Maybe that'll help bring her over to your side. Now please open the back of the van, so I can stuff her inside..."
Vaporia did so, and Gina's body tumbled onto the hard black rubber mat on the floor of their getaway van. She was in for the ride of her life.