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  She turned her head from him, only to have him lay that big palm on top of her head once more, and firmly turn her back to face that massive dick.

  “Come on now, do a good job with this and I won't have to rip that pretty dress of yours.” He laughed and began to rub it against her lips. “Just suck me a bit, and maybe I won't have to widen that tight little hole...”

  She wondered if something was wrong with her, to crave this sort of treatment. Here she was, being taken in a back alley, her knees in years and years of filth. A half drunk man thought he was taking advantage of her, thought he was using her body for his own desires. Yet she was dripping down below.

  He'd had enough of the play and grabbed her jaw, forcing it open. His other hand he used to plug her nose. He began to shove that thick dick inbetween her lips, using her mouth for his own pleasure. She felt herself struggling to breathe as he pushed more and more inside of her, and she used her hands to push away at his thighs. He ignored her, leaving her to gasp for breath during the brief moments he was pulled out.

  Finally he'd buried himself as far as he believed he could. He began to slowly thrust in and out of her mouth, getting a feel for what she could take. He let go of her nose and her jaw, and put both hands against the cinder block wall.

  “What's the matter bitch? Never had a dick in your mouth before? Suck it!”

  Her eyes sparkled with mirth. He had no idea what he'd asked for.

  Leah began to react back to him, using her own special gifts. Oh yes, she could suck him, but not only that, she could relax her throat and let him get further and further inside. He did not seem to notice that she'd stopped protesting, he did not seem to notice that she no longer was clawing at his thighs to stop. No, he was too far gone in his pleasure to realize exactly what she was doing.

  She had released one of her powers, and it worked it's way though his body. The tendrils of her skill were going deeper and deeper inside, pulling his lusts to the surface, making his desire greater than he'd ever experienced before.

  And so she used her mouth to her advantage, sucking upon him harder and harder, allowing more and more of him down her throat. She worked him with her tongue too, using it as a counter point to the caresses, massaging him from head to base as he pushed further and further inside. His balls were slamming into her chin, encouraged by her eager ministrations.

  His eyes were closed above her, he was lost in the moment. He was face fucking her as hard as he could, caring nothing for any damage he caused to her body, only for his own enjoyment. And that was fine with her, she was quite resilient.

  He began to cry out from above, loud enough that anyone nearby might hear and know precisely what was going on. Not that anyone would care in this neighborhood. Each hard, stabbing thrust was punctuated with his cries into the dark night, pushing her hard against the wall, as he went unceasingly after his release. His body, unknowingly, was becoming hers.

  And when finally he finished, she felt long, thick strings of his hot, juicy seed exploding from him, coating her throat. The force was so great, she was glad he was all the way in her esophagus else she would have choked. Even so, she felt it rush to her stomach, while another load that released as he was pulling out filled her mouth to the brim.

  Her eyes went upward as she swallowed every ounce, finding his. He licked his lips, watching as she took every drip inside. He slowly pulled himself out of her mouth, his dick just as hard as it had been before she'd started sucking.

  She did not merely increase his desire. She increased his stamina.

  She turned from him and slowly rose to her feet, digging around in her purse for a napkin. She used it to dab at the corners of her mouth before slipping it back into her purse. Filth on her knees or no, she was a lady this evening. He had said nothing, was still catching his breath.

  “I assume you feel compensated in full now? I think I can see myself home.” She began to walk away from him.

  His hand jerked out and grabbed her forearm, the grip brutal. She knew he'd leave bruises.

  “Wait...”

  CHAPTER 3

  Leah frowned and turned back to him.

  “I don't understand. Isn't it what you wanted? To use me...?”

  He shook his head as if trying to figure out how or what had just happened.

  “Uh, no, Chica I...” He took another couple of breaths, trying to steady himself. “I've never felt anything like that before.”

  She shrugged. “Natural talent, I suppose. Now truly, I'm very drunk and I want to go home.”

  “No.”

  She tilted her head to the side, frowning. Inwardly she knew this was where it was going to get fun. He'd just had a mere taste of her gift, and he was hungry for more.

  “No? Listen this was fun and all but...”

  “No.” He gestured down to his dick, which had grown half again as big as it was before. He was already well endowed, but he'd become monstrous. Soon he'd go mad with lust. “I'm still hard, I need to be inside you.”

  “That's not what you said before.”

  He began to growl under his breath. This man was obviously not used to being denied his way, and he was, after all, one of the most powerful men in the city.

  “Do you not understand I'm The Fireman?” He took one more intimidating step towards her. His dick, angry and purple strained to reach out for her. “Don't you know how powerful I am?”

  An idiot with an even more idiotic name. You make fires, not put them out. She shrugged and tried to turn away again. Once more he jerked her back to face him.

  “Anyone can say that they are one of the cursed. Prove it.”

  His eyes began to glow yellow in fury. If she'd been anyone else, no doubt she'd be begging for her life right then. But he held her bare skin in his own. She was the one in charge, even if he had no idea.

  His free hand he pulled in front of her, and held palm up. Before her eyes a small spark formed, swirling and twirling, growing larger and larger. When finally it had become a true fireball, he threw it and the nearest dumpster, causing all of the garbage inside to explode into flames.

  When he turned back to her, his eyes reflected that heat, the danger of the flames. If she hadn't already been dripping, that would have been it. He would have her, no matter what she wanted. If only he knew how much their plans aligned.

  “Satisfied?” He asked, anger burning in his countenance.

  A smirk touched her lips.

  “Not yet.” She chuckled softly.

  With that he shoved her around, pressing her body hard against the hard cement blocks. He grabbed both her hands in one of his own, holding them against the bricks, keeping her from moving. He kicked apart her legs and jerked up her dress to the waist, revealing her rear to him.

  He did not have time for the underwear, merely grabbed it and ripped it in two. Then he smacked his dick against her slit a couple of times.

  “This will hurt.” He promised.

  She felt that massive dick head as he tried to smash inside her tiny hole, missing several times by the sheer size. She wondered if he realized how much larger he was than normal, and if he would ever figure out that it was she that caused it.

  Finally, he was able to force himself inside of her. His head strained the skin of her canal, pulling it tight, even the moisture that she'd had not quite enough to keep her ready. But that too, she could increase. And his lusts were coming on stronger. He could not wait for her to really be ready for his monster dick. He didn't care if he hurt her.

  As if he could. A shriek escaped her lips as he stabbed himself deeper inside of her tight hole. He would pull himself out, then use all of his pressure to force himself in even further. Over and over he did this, making her take inch by precious inch of his massive dick.

  When finally his balls lay upon her clit, her face shoved into the wall, his head at the entrance of her womb, he took a long moment to appreciate it.

  “Never been with a bitch this tight... I might just have
to keep you. Leigh? Leanna? Whatever your name is.”

  She smirked to herself. Oh he'd remember her name after this night.

  His pumping style was rather sophomoric, but what it lacked in style it made up for in intensity. He had a big head so he liked to pull himself all the way out to it, then smash back in. He seemed to like the cries that echoed from her lips after every blow. And so he developed a rhythm, pulling himself out, then forcing himself back in, harder and harder, as far as he could go inside her, taking her whole body and making it his own.

  He leaned over her heavily, His hand supporting himself as well as holding her wrists tight. He reached forward to play with her tits as he fucked her, but most of his attention was on his dick and exactly what was happening to it.

  She'd caused him to go mad with lust, she'd caused him to grow a ridiculous amount. She'd caused him to stay hard, despite his body's unwillingness to do so. She was going to milk his balls dry.

  And so her canal, as skilled as her mouth, began to coerce the seed from him. She contracted around him, caressing him in ways that no doubt had never been done before, squeezing and releasing, urging him to explode inside of her.

  It did not take long. Though he might have been a powerful man once, he was falling further and further into her spell. The thrusts quickened, he lost the rhythm he'd once had. He began pumping into her erratically, until finally he released, his juices pouring into her womb, coating it the way that her mouth had been coated.

  He paused then, but she could feel him inside of her, growing once more. He lost nothing from his size at the release, rather gained even more girth. He still did not question this, merely caught his breath, without pulling out of her.

  “Oh yes, I am keeping you.” He laughed darkly.

  He picked her up around the waist, easily. He spun her around so that she was facing him. A soft smile was on her lips, and he took that for her enjoyment.

  “Whatcha say, Chica? Wanna be my girlfriend? Might even fuck you somewhere nicer than an alley...”

  She grinned. He'd been pleasing, in a brute sort of way. She'd think back about this evening and touch herself. But it was time to finish this game. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. She wrapped her legs around his waist, in a tight grip. She felt his hands going to her rear, cupping her butt cheeks, helping her to fuck him.

  “Perhaps...” She stated, and she began to use his body to please herself.

  He leaned back against the wall himself then, allowing her to use his massive cock in her own fashion. She bounced up and down on it, rubbing her clit against his skin as well as she could. But the truth was, she was already so close to orgasm by just the situation. Here was a man who wanted her so badly that he would force himself on her. He was so powerful he could and might take her at any moment, to do whatever he wanted to her body. He was so frightening, so strong, so erotic.

  But he was the one who should be afraid.

  As she cried out with her own orgasm, she let her own power loose. She'd held onto it so tightly, using only the barest hint to keep him intrigued, to keep him hard, to grow his lust. Now, the tendrils of her gift were sinking into him, clutching into his body, moving to the deepest darkest parts of his psyche.

  She was stealing his power from him.

  And he was so lost to the fucking that he didn't even realize it.

  It didn't take him long to release a third time, deep inside of her womb, his seed mixing with that from before and her own thick lubrication. But she not only took that, she took his gift, his fire, his essence. He thought to make her belong to him. Now, he belonged to her.

  He collapsed to the ground in a heap. She slowly rose off of him, tugging her dress down over her hips. Already he looked pale and anemic, his eyes heavy as he looked up at her.

  “I don't... what's wrong with me?” He asked, his eyes touched with concern for the first time.

  She grinned down at him, flush with her newfound strength. “You won't be preying on any more young women, Fireman...” She chuckled softly at his idiotic and no longer necessary name.

  “What.. you fucking whore, what did you do to me?” He raised his hand and tried to call the flame. He began to curse as it didn't come to him.

  “What's wrong? Not feeling so hot?” She laughed cruelly. She held out her own hand. The flame jumped into it immediately. The idiot had no idea how powerful he could have been. But she needed an offensive power. And he'd made it just too easy.

  “You...” he struggled for words... “bitch!”

  “Mmm, nice comeback. OK so, thanks for the tequila buddy. I've got better things to do.”

  He tried to get to his feet, falling back to his rear, in the same muck he'd forced her into. It was exactly what he deserved. Oh he wouldn't die, but there was no way he could control his gang anymore.

  While he yelled every foul word he could think of behind her, she walked from the alleyway onto the street in front of her. It had been a successful night. She grew more powerful, and a predator was taken from the streets.

  Waiting at the street was a town car, out of place in this seedy part of town. Two men in suits stood next to the door. One opened the car door, while the other gestured to it.

  “If you will come with us, please?”

  Used by the Prisoners

  Prey of the Super Villains #2

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @ClaudiaBalvenie

  www.claudiabalvenie.com

  Copyright 2015.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  CHAPTER 1

  “If you will come with us, please?”

  Leah took an involuntary step back towards the alley she'd just emerged from. She'd heard tales of this sort of thing, the men in black coming for those who discovered they had powers. But the news said that only men had these gifts. How much do they know?

  “I'm sorry, gentlemen. I try not to make a habit of getting in the car with strangers.” She smiled her most brilliant smile, hoping that the men noticed only her low cut dress and not the dirt of the alley that covered her back and knees.

  As one, the two men reached inside their suit pockets and pulled out badges, flashing them at her. She bit her lip. She had no desire to fight these men, but if she was forced to...

  Then she heard it, the groan of the man she'd left in the alleyway. He was now sitting up, holding his head. An hour before he had claimed he was the most powerful man in the city. Now, he was nothing but a question that she had no desire to answer. It was decided.

  “I suppose I have no choice.” She muttered, and slid into the town car.

  CHAPTER 2

  Leah rode in the back, while both men sat in the front behind a thick glass barrier. The same thick glass covered each of the windows. She realized it was a cage, albeit an elegant one. One that was meant for the gifted.

  They knew.

  She tapped on the glass, trying to get the attention of the men. Both stared straight ahead, ignoring her. She sank back in her chair, contemplating her escape. Ever since her powers had begun to present, she'd never felt helpless. It was a feeling she loathed.

  Perhaps she could use her newly acquired skills with fire to break the glass? But she'd only just taken it, her price for what the man she'd left in the alley desired. But she'd barely been able to test it. She wasn't entirely sure if she wouldn't fill the whole back seat with smoke, leaving her in an even worse predicament. She folded her arms over her chest and contented herself with watching where they were driving.

  She heard the buzz of the intercom as one of the men in black began to speak.

  “Please reach into the pocket behind the seat.”

  She sighed and reached in, pulling a bit of dark cloth from it. She looked to him inquisitively.

  “Place it over your head.”

  A hood? She turned it over in her
fingertips. Did she really want them to have such control over her? She shook her head. “No.”

  The men didn't take it well. She was tossed sideways as the car veered suddenly. The car screeched into an empty parking lot, and both men turned to face her. She could see their hands hovering near their guns. She might be powerful, but she wasn't bulletproof.

  She slowly pulled the hood over her head, her eyes fiery as she stared them down. She cursed under her breath. How was she going to find her way back when she finally broke out of this?