Zara of Armestia in "DIRE STRAITS"
Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:49 am
[Exactly one year ago I posted my first story, written for Zara of Armestia. A month or two later I wrote a mind control story, but I didn't post it for two reasons. One, Hunter42 had just started a mind control Zara story, and I wanted to wait for him to finish. Two, Zara herself expressed interest in rewriting the story, adding her own ideas. So I concentrated on other characters, like the Fuchsia Fox. Now, some nine months later, neither of the above reasons seems particularly urgent anymore. So, to celebrate my anniversary, I give you "Dire Straits".]
Zara of Armestia in: "DIRE STRAITS"
Chapter 1 -- One sunny afternoon at Southside Park, Gotham City...
The attractive young woman was smiling brightly at the camera as the gentle breeze blew through her long red hair and ruffled her silk blouse. "The city council assures residents of Gotham City that these budget cuts will not result in any loss of services. They point to the crime rate, which is in decline for the fifth consecutive year. This is Karen Ross, channel 6 news."
As the cameraman packed and left, Karen stood for a moment looking at the dozens of people enjoying themselves in the park, safe and tranquil. It gave her such a warm feeling to know that in some small way she was partly responsible for the fact she had just reported. She decided right then that tonight she would go on patrol. It would be nice to once again be clad in the slinky, body-hugging costume of her true identity, the super-powerful heroine Zara of Armestia...
Suddenly a pair of strong male hands grabbed Karen from behind. A big man wearing a trench coat and a hat hustled her off the sidewalk, one hand clamped hard over her mouth. Caught off balance in her high heels, there was nothing the slim girl could do to fight back. Safely out of view behind a screen of bushes, the hand on her mouth moved to her left breast, squeezing hard. Karen wasn't used to being touched by a man in this rough manner, and the feeling was both thrilling and a bit frightening. She had caught her breath to scream for help when her attacker unexpectedly spoke. "You're wearing a bra this time," he said amiably. "How disappointing."
Karen felt the rush of fear replaced by the even warmer glow of sexual attraction. "Centurion?" she blurted.
"Hello, sweet vixen," he said, raising the hat so she could see his face.
Karen felt herself blushing at the memory of their last encounter, the way he had captured Zara and gotten her out of her costume, and in that way discovered her secret identity. But surely he couldn't be planning to abduct her in broad daylight, in the middle of the park? "Um... hi," she replied, trying not to tremble from the emotions his body was stirring in her. "Small world, isn't it?"
"I came to warn you," the supervillain said, holding her pinned against an oak tree. "Dire Wolf was released from jail a few days ago. The word on the street is that he's already plotting his revenge on Zara."
"Are you looking after me now?" she said coyly, raising one flawless eyebrow.
The Centurion gave her a roguish grin. "Let's just say I have a proprietary interest in Zara's sweet little tail, and I don't want to see anything happen to it before I get my chance."
The pleasure of those words alone made her heart beat faster. "I can take care of myself. I don't need your protection."
"I couldn't give it anyway. Please understand, sweet vixen, if word got out that I was helping a superheroine in any way whatsoever, my life wouldn't be worth a bronze penny."
Suddenly another male voice broke in on their conversation. "Is this man bothering you, lady?" asked the policeman, standing a few feet away on the sidewalk.
Karen hesitated. The Centurion was still a wanted man. All she had to do was say the word. Looking at the uneasiness that showed in his eyes, she felt good to be the one in control of the situation, for once. She allowed him to squirm for a few seconds, and then "No, officer," she said. "We're just talking. Thank you for your concern."
Abruptly, the Centurion kissed her, drawing her slender body against his broad chest so that one stockinged leg left the ground. Karen closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his body, the feel of his tongue in between her lips (and much lower down, the rigid pressure of his manhood, hard against her thigh). And when she opened her eyes again, he was gone.
***
Late that same night...
A black van was cruising the dark streets of Gotham City, the mural on its side depicting a wolf howling at the full moon. Inside, the supervillain known as the Dire Wolf sat in a swivel chair -- his combat armor discarded for now, he was dressed in black jeans and a tank top. "Nothing?" he growled, impatiently scratching at the stubble on his face. "She's got to be somewhere! Those cocky superbabes usually fly patrol every night!"
A slim, attractive woman was standing with her back to him, her legs braced, leaning away from him a little as she watched a bank of monitors along one wall of the van. She called herself Sinn. Her skin was pale and her exquisite head was completely bald. She was wearing a short, black minidress and knee high boots. "Patience," she said simply, not turning around.
"Don't talk to me about patience," Dire Wolf said. "Zara played me for a sucker. I don't mind spending time in jail, but being sent there by a GIRL is what chaps my ass..." Leaning back in his chair, he glanced over at the woman again. Sinn was still facing the monitor banks, leaning forward with her tail thrust behind her. Dire Wolf tilted his head, trying to look up the flaring skirt of her minidress, but just then one of the monitors beeped.
"That's her! That's Zara! Give me the coordinates!" Dire Wolf turned back to the steering wheel with a big grin on his face. "Little Zara is not going to know what hit her!"
***
Chapter 2 --
The burglar scaled quickly down the side of the apartment building, dropped onto the fire escape, and within seconds was on the street. His partner watching the rear entrance joined him, and together they leaped into their getaway car and drove off. "Dude, what did you get?"
"Diamonds at least," said the burglar. "And I think emeralds, and... hey! Look out!"
Some kind of force slammed into the front of the car, stopping it. A gorgeous young woman was blocking their way, her slim, traffic-stopping legs planted firmly in the middle of the street, her hands on her luscious hips. She was most definitely female, because they could clearly see the wonderfully rounded shapes of her firm young breasts, beautifully delineated by her clinging silver spandex unitard. Her face was partly hidden by a black mask. Her red cape and long red hair wafted gently behind her in the evening breeze. "You boys going somewhere in a hurry?" she said, slightly tilting her aristocratic head.
"It's ZARA!" said the burglar, his eyes popping out.
"Dude!" said the driver, rolling his tongue back in.
After a brief period of shock, they made a break for it, abandoning the car and running back down the street. Together they turned through a narrow lane and into an even narrower alley, full of trash cans and refuse. Resting their backs against the brick wall to catch their breath, they waited.
Thirty seconds later, they could hear the patient, unhurried click-clock of a woman's high heels on the pavement. "Come on out, boys," said a smug feminine voice. "You can't escape me."
The stunning superheroine was waiting, tapping one pretty foot, as the crooks came out from hiding. "I'm glad you boys have some sense. Now, we're all going to the Rutling Street police station, and you guys are going to turn yourselves in..."
Suddenly a low humming noise seemed to fill the world, at least Zara's world. As it grew in intensity, it felt as if it were draining her willpower. The superheroine struggled to resist, but she was standing in quicksand. The harder she fought, the more she sank under its influence. Before long, Zara's hyper-intelligent mind was blanketted with cold, numbing fog. The sassy superheroine momentarily had no idea where she was or what she was doing, but she did know that her scrumptious body was now acting entirely on its own, without her volition.
The criminals gaped at Zara, who was standing frozen stiff, staring straight ahead with her arms down by her sides. The burglar, bolder than his friend, walked around behind her, lifting her cape and staring at her long legs and her round, shapely rear end. When she still didn't react, he very daringly reached over and patted her on the tail.
Zara just stood there, letting him do as he pleased. He passed his hand in front of her eyes. She blinked once. "Yes, master?" she said. "What can I do to please you?"
"Are you kidding me?" said the burglar, grinning.
"Please command me, master," said Zara, her eyes unfocused. "All I want is to service your every wish, your every desire."
The two thugs felt their penises get stiff and hard at the very idea. "Dude!" the driver said. "Tell you what, superbabe, you stand just like you are and don't move, okay?"
The sexy superheroine bowed her head submissively. "I obey, my master. All I want is to service your every wish," she repeated.
"Oh, and spread your legs just a little bit more," he amended. Zara meekly complied, and a second later her smooth, spandex-clad body was flat against the brick wall of the dirty alley, being fondled by the two petty criminals. The burglar was on her soft, succulent breasts, groping and caressing them through the thin fabric of her unitard, while the driver reached in between her legs, feeling up her muff while he rubbed his male member against her silken thigh.
Zara stood docile and obedient through it all, her brain paralyzed and helpless to regain control of herself. Aware of what was happening to her, she struggled to fight back to no avail. She could feel the men stroking her, and her body responding, glands filling her with sexual arousal. "Unnnn..." A feline moan purred in her throat as her juicy, well-lubricated pussy began to quiver with gentle spasms of lust. Desperately Zara struggled to make her own body obey her, but she was helpless.
"This sucks," the driver said after a minute or two. "See if she'll let us take her clothes off." The other man stripped off her utility belt and her cape and tossed them to the ground. For a second he thought about unmasking her, but then he noticed the zipper on the front of her unitad, and he decided he was more interested in her body than her face. The superheroine made no move to stop him as he eagerly tugged her zipper down. It was working! The fastener started down, revealing an excellent, mouth-watering view of Zara's two gorgeous coconuts, their round shapes glistening with perspiration...
Her arms suddenly flexed. Her fists struck out, sending the two men flying bodily across the alley, where they lay stunned. Zara was breathing hard, gasping in outrage at the violation that she had just endured. What had just happened to her? It was as if she had totally lost control, or had been sleep-walking, hardly aware of what her body was doing!
How could that have happened to her? And how could she keep it from happening again?
***
"It didn't work!" said Dire Wolf, turning red with rage. "Your machine didn't work!"
"Patience," the woman in the minidress said again, punching buttons on a control panel in the back of the black van. Not only was her head bald, she had no hair anywhere! Dire Wolf knew this firsthand because she had first introduced herself to him two weeks ago by raising her skirt. She didn't wear panties, either. "I told you that some calibration would be required."
"Yeah, but..."
"Are you forgetting our plan?" said Sinn, gently snaking her hands around his shoulders. Bending one pretty knee, she eased herself into his lap like a world-class cock tease, her flaring miniskirt flirting around her bare thighs.
"You mean YOUR plan!" Dire Wolf scowled. "I just want to get my hands on her!"
"And you will," Sinn said soothingly. "First I want to soften her up, humiliate her. We both have reasons for hating Zara. And we will both have our revenge."
Dire Wolf wasn't entirely happy about this partnership. There was something strange about Sinn, like she was from another planet or something. At their first meeting, she had given him a glimpse of her slit as a sort of promise for the future, but after that she hadn't let him touch her at all. He was sorely tempted to nail her anyway, but he had no illusions about his ability to take down Zara alone. Her advanced weapons made her too powerful, and Dire Wolf wasn't a plotter. Like it or not, he needed Sinn's technical knowledge, especially the alien-looking device she called her "Sinn Machine".
Zara of Armestia in: "DIRE STRAITS"
Chapter 1 -- One sunny afternoon at Southside Park, Gotham City...
The attractive young woman was smiling brightly at the camera as the gentle breeze blew through her long red hair and ruffled her silk blouse. "The city council assures residents of Gotham City that these budget cuts will not result in any loss of services. They point to the crime rate, which is in decline for the fifth consecutive year. This is Karen Ross, channel 6 news."
As the cameraman packed and left, Karen stood for a moment looking at the dozens of people enjoying themselves in the park, safe and tranquil. It gave her such a warm feeling to know that in some small way she was partly responsible for the fact she had just reported. She decided right then that tonight she would go on patrol. It would be nice to once again be clad in the slinky, body-hugging costume of her true identity, the super-powerful heroine Zara of Armestia...
Suddenly a pair of strong male hands grabbed Karen from behind. A big man wearing a trench coat and a hat hustled her off the sidewalk, one hand clamped hard over her mouth. Caught off balance in her high heels, there was nothing the slim girl could do to fight back. Safely out of view behind a screen of bushes, the hand on her mouth moved to her left breast, squeezing hard. Karen wasn't used to being touched by a man in this rough manner, and the feeling was both thrilling and a bit frightening. She had caught her breath to scream for help when her attacker unexpectedly spoke. "You're wearing a bra this time," he said amiably. "How disappointing."
Karen felt the rush of fear replaced by the even warmer glow of sexual attraction. "Centurion?" she blurted.
"Hello, sweet vixen," he said, raising the hat so she could see his face.
Karen felt herself blushing at the memory of their last encounter, the way he had captured Zara and gotten her out of her costume, and in that way discovered her secret identity. But surely he couldn't be planning to abduct her in broad daylight, in the middle of the park? "Um... hi," she replied, trying not to tremble from the emotions his body was stirring in her. "Small world, isn't it?"
"I came to warn you," the supervillain said, holding her pinned against an oak tree. "Dire Wolf was released from jail a few days ago. The word on the street is that he's already plotting his revenge on Zara."
"Are you looking after me now?" she said coyly, raising one flawless eyebrow.
The Centurion gave her a roguish grin. "Let's just say I have a proprietary interest in Zara's sweet little tail, and I don't want to see anything happen to it before I get my chance."
The pleasure of those words alone made her heart beat faster. "I can take care of myself. I don't need your protection."
"I couldn't give it anyway. Please understand, sweet vixen, if word got out that I was helping a superheroine in any way whatsoever, my life wouldn't be worth a bronze penny."
Suddenly another male voice broke in on their conversation. "Is this man bothering you, lady?" asked the policeman, standing a few feet away on the sidewalk.
Karen hesitated. The Centurion was still a wanted man. All she had to do was say the word. Looking at the uneasiness that showed in his eyes, she felt good to be the one in control of the situation, for once. She allowed him to squirm for a few seconds, and then "No, officer," she said. "We're just talking. Thank you for your concern."
Abruptly, the Centurion kissed her, drawing her slender body against his broad chest so that one stockinged leg left the ground. Karen closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his body, the feel of his tongue in between her lips (and much lower down, the rigid pressure of his manhood, hard against her thigh). And when she opened her eyes again, he was gone.
***
Late that same night...
A black van was cruising the dark streets of Gotham City, the mural on its side depicting a wolf howling at the full moon. Inside, the supervillain known as the Dire Wolf sat in a swivel chair -- his combat armor discarded for now, he was dressed in black jeans and a tank top. "Nothing?" he growled, impatiently scratching at the stubble on his face. "She's got to be somewhere! Those cocky superbabes usually fly patrol every night!"
A slim, attractive woman was standing with her back to him, her legs braced, leaning away from him a little as she watched a bank of monitors along one wall of the van. She called herself Sinn. Her skin was pale and her exquisite head was completely bald. She was wearing a short, black minidress and knee high boots. "Patience," she said simply, not turning around.
"Don't talk to me about patience," Dire Wolf said. "Zara played me for a sucker. I don't mind spending time in jail, but being sent there by a GIRL is what chaps my ass..." Leaning back in his chair, he glanced over at the woman again. Sinn was still facing the monitor banks, leaning forward with her tail thrust behind her. Dire Wolf tilted his head, trying to look up the flaring skirt of her minidress, but just then one of the monitors beeped.
"That's her! That's Zara! Give me the coordinates!" Dire Wolf turned back to the steering wheel with a big grin on his face. "Little Zara is not going to know what hit her!"
***
Chapter 2 --
The burglar scaled quickly down the side of the apartment building, dropped onto the fire escape, and within seconds was on the street. His partner watching the rear entrance joined him, and together they leaped into their getaway car and drove off. "Dude, what did you get?"
"Diamonds at least," said the burglar. "And I think emeralds, and... hey! Look out!"
Some kind of force slammed into the front of the car, stopping it. A gorgeous young woman was blocking their way, her slim, traffic-stopping legs planted firmly in the middle of the street, her hands on her luscious hips. She was most definitely female, because they could clearly see the wonderfully rounded shapes of her firm young breasts, beautifully delineated by her clinging silver spandex unitard. Her face was partly hidden by a black mask. Her red cape and long red hair wafted gently behind her in the evening breeze. "You boys going somewhere in a hurry?" she said, slightly tilting her aristocratic head.
"It's ZARA!" said the burglar, his eyes popping out.
"Dude!" said the driver, rolling his tongue back in.
After a brief period of shock, they made a break for it, abandoning the car and running back down the street. Together they turned through a narrow lane and into an even narrower alley, full of trash cans and refuse. Resting their backs against the brick wall to catch their breath, they waited.
Thirty seconds later, they could hear the patient, unhurried click-clock of a woman's high heels on the pavement. "Come on out, boys," said a smug feminine voice. "You can't escape me."
The stunning superheroine was waiting, tapping one pretty foot, as the crooks came out from hiding. "I'm glad you boys have some sense. Now, we're all going to the Rutling Street police station, and you guys are going to turn yourselves in..."
Suddenly a low humming noise seemed to fill the world, at least Zara's world. As it grew in intensity, it felt as if it were draining her willpower. The superheroine struggled to resist, but she was standing in quicksand. The harder she fought, the more she sank under its influence. Before long, Zara's hyper-intelligent mind was blanketted with cold, numbing fog. The sassy superheroine momentarily had no idea where she was or what she was doing, but she did know that her scrumptious body was now acting entirely on its own, without her volition.
The criminals gaped at Zara, who was standing frozen stiff, staring straight ahead with her arms down by her sides. The burglar, bolder than his friend, walked around behind her, lifting her cape and staring at her long legs and her round, shapely rear end. When she still didn't react, he very daringly reached over and patted her on the tail.
Zara just stood there, letting him do as he pleased. He passed his hand in front of her eyes. She blinked once. "Yes, master?" she said. "What can I do to please you?"
"Are you kidding me?" said the burglar, grinning.
"Please command me, master," said Zara, her eyes unfocused. "All I want is to service your every wish, your every desire."
The two thugs felt their penises get stiff and hard at the very idea. "Dude!" the driver said. "Tell you what, superbabe, you stand just like you are and don't move, okay?"
The sexy superheroine bowed her head submissively. "I obey, my master. All I want is to service your every wish," she repeated.
"Oh, and spread your legs just a little bit more," he amended. Zara meekly complied, and a second later her smooth, spandex-clad body was flat against the brick wall of the dirty alley, being fondled by the two petty criminals. The burglar was on her soft, succulent breasts, groping and caressing them through the thin fabric of her unitard, while the driver reached in between her legs, feeling up her muff while he rubbed his male member against her silken thigh.
Zara stood docile and obedient through it all, her brain paralyzed and helpless to regain control of herself. Aware of what was happening to her, she struggled to fight back to no avail. She could feel the men stroking her, and her body responding, glands filling her with sexual arousal. "Unnnn..." A feline moan purred in her throat as her juicy, well-lubricated pussy began to quiver with gentle spasms of lust. Desperately Zara struggled to make her own body obey her, but she was helpless.
"This sucks," the driver said after a minute or two. "See if she'll let us take her clothes off." The other man stripped off her utility belt and her cape and tossed them to the ground. For a second he thought about unmasking her, but then he noticed the zipper on the front of her unitad, and he decided he was more interested in her body than her face. The superheroine made no move to stop him as he eagerly tugged her zipper down. It was working! The fastener started down, revealing an excellent, mouth-watering view of Zara's two gorgeous coconuts, their round shapes glistening with perspiration...
Her arms suddenly flexed. Her fists struck out, sending the two men flying bodily across the alley, where they lay stunned. Zara was breathing hard, gasping in outrage at the violation that she had just endured. What had just happened to her? It was as if she had totally lost control, or had been sleep-walking, hardly aware of what her body was doing!
How could that have happened to her? And how could she keep it from happening again?
***
"It didn't work!" said Dire Wolf, turning red with rage. "Your machine didn't work!"
"Patience," the woman in the minidress said again, punching buttons on a control panel in the back of the black van. Not only was her head bald, she had no hair anywhere! Dire Wolf knew this firsthand because she had first introduced herself to him two weeks ago by raising her skirt. She didn't wear panties, either. "I told you that some calibration would be required."
"Yeah, but..."
"Are you forgetting our plan?" said Sinn, gently snaking her hands around his shoulders. Bending one pretty knee, she eased herself into his lap like a world-class cock tease, her flaring miniskirt flirting around her bare thighs.
"You mean YOUR plan!" Dire Wolf scowled. "I just want to get my hands on her!"
"And you will," Sinn said soothingly. "First I want to soften her up, humiliate her. We both have reasons for hating Zara. And we will both have our revenge."
Dire Wolf wasn't entirely happy about this partnership. There was something strange about Sinn, like she was from another planet or something. At their first meeting, she had given him a glimpse of her slit as a sort of promise for the future, but after that she hadn't let him touch her at all. He was sorely tempted to nail her anyway, but he had no illusions about his ability to take down Zara alone. Her advanced weapons made her too powerful, and Dire Wolf wasn't a plotter. Like it or not, he needed Sinn's technical knowledge, especially the alien-looking device she called her "Sinn Machine".