[This is a much shorter story than my first, only five chapters. I'll be posting it in four installments.]
Zara vs. Tech Man
Chapter 1 : Military proving grounds, north of Gotham City...
The Arsenal robot was running amok! A middle-aged man in a white lab coat was backed up against a concrete wall, looking around frantically for some means of escape as the robot advanced upon him. He stumbled, covering his head as the robot moved closer. Suddenly, a force beam came from out of nowhere, driving the robot backwards several yards. The next thing the man knew, a beautiful young woman wearing an incredibly sexy, body-hugging spandex unitard was kneeling beside him. "Are you okay, Professor Assgrabber?" she asked, helping him to stand up.
"You're Zara," the scientist blurted, gawking in her gorgeous supermodel's body. "You're... you're so..."
"Focus, professor," she admonished, smirking a little bit as he stared at her bust.
Professor Assgrabber shook his head as the robot stalked closer. "Project Arsenal is designed to take on an entire company of soldiers all by itself! Save yourself!"
"That's very sweet of you, professor," said the girl smugly as her red cape fluttered in the breeze. "But I think my superior powers are more than a match for your goofy robot."
The robot lurched forward, grabbing the sexy superheroine by the waist. The professor gasped in fright, covering his eyes, but he needn't have worried. The invincible Zara squirmed for a moment with her lissome legs flailing, but once her high heels were firmly planted on the ground again, she simply raised her arms and ripped the robot's arm off! Turning suddenly around, she gave it a series of short jabs which sent the massive thing reeling backwards. "Okay, Tinpants, you're going DOWN!" she said, and then drew back her arm and fired off another force beam.
It was the knock-down blow. The robot staggered against the wall and crumbled. Zara stood over the wreckage, planting her hands haughtily on her hips. The scientist staggered up beside her, almost speechless with disbelief. "You... you... destroyed it! All by yourself!"
"Gee... I'm so sorry about that, professor," she said, brushing off her hands. "You shouldn't take your toys outside if they can stand a little roughing up."
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Chapter 2: The next day, Professor Assgrabber's laboratory...
On a cradle on the worktable sat a bulky, sophisticated-looking pistol-type weapon, nearly two feet long. The professor was tinkering with it, but not having much success. Hovering behind him was Zara, looking over his shoulder and making occasional tisking sounds. "Here, Professor Assgrabber, let me," she said, gently pushing him aside.
A man wearing the uniform of an Army captain came into the room. He stood there staring at the sexy superheroine's gorgeous, spandex-clad bottom as she bent forward over the table. "What's that you're working on?" he asked after a moment.
"Oh, Captain Goodwood," said the scientist. "Zara calls it a Shtun Ray."
"Um... Zara?" said the officer. "She designed it?"
"Hi, Captain Goodwood," said the supergirl perkily.
"She felt so badly that she had to destroy my last project, the All-purpose Combat Arsenal robot..." said the professor, shaking his head sadly.
"Well, Tech Man had taken control over it, and was using it to destroy the city, remember?" said Zara, standing up and stretching in a way that made Goodwood softly moan and rub his crotch.
"Uh, yes, of course," said the professor distractedly. "Anyway... she's showing me how to build this. It's supposed to incapacitate your enemy without hurting him. What a remarkable young lady!"
"It's nothing, professor," said the superheroine, blushing as she leaned forward again. "I just happen to be a super-intelligent emissary from an ultra-advanced civilization of superior women." Zara made a final adjustment to the device and stood up, brushing her hands and planting her hands imperiously on her shapely hips. "There you go, professor. All done."
"It's an amazing piece of work," said the professor, bending over to look at the device more closely. "Absolutely breathtaking!"
"It certainly is that," muttered Goodwood, although his eyes were glued to Zara's stunning body instead of the machine.
"Please roll your tongue back in, Captain," she said, raising an aristocratic eyebrow. "You're drooling on my cape." He backed away sheepishly, and the sexy superheroine perched herself on the table, crossing her silken legs.
Just then, a telephone on the wall began blinking red, and Goodwood picked it up. "But I'm not sure I understand the principle behind it," the professor said.
"I'm amazed that you poor males manage to build anything on your own," said Zara, stroking her smooth, lissome knees. "The micro-encephalic field produces a selective stimulation of serontin production..."
"Wait a moment," said the scientist, in a puzzled tone of voice. "A micro-encephalic field?"
The army officer put down the phone. "What seems to be the trouble, captain?" asked Zara.
"There's been a break-in on level nine," said Captain Goodwood, turning towards the door. "Nothing worth bothering the oh so amazing Zara about."
"I'm here if you boys need any help," she said haughtily.
"I think my men and I can handle it," said Goodwood, closing the door behind him..
"Come to think of it, professor," said Zara, picking up the weapon and striding out the door, "this is an excellent chance to demonstrate the Shtun Ray! Come along with me."
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Chapter 3:
The professor followed the sexy superheroine, and in the corridor, they were confronted by a thin, geeky man wearing a baggy grey jumpsuit and carrying some kind of zap gun. On his head he was wearing what looked like a bicycle helmet covered with silver foil.
"Well, well, if it isn't Tech Man?" said Zara haughtily.
"Zara!" the villain blurted, pushing his glasses back up on his nose. "What are you doing here?" Knowing full well that his weapons were useless against the ultra-powerful superheroine, he looked around frantically for some means of escape.
"I'm still unclear how it works," said the scientist, pointing at the Shtun Gun.
The beautiful superbabe smiled condescendingly. "The effect is like being intoxicated. It will render an average person stupid and compliant for an hour or so," explained Zara smugly, pointing the gun at the villain. Giving Tech Man her most aristocratic smile, the sassy superheroine added, "I'm afraid it is also rather humiliating! Allow me to demonstrate."
Zara pulled the trigger. A narrow white beam came out of the pistol, dead on target for Tech Man, but at that moment the villain raised his arm to protect himself, and (more by accident than anything) the beam deflected off of a device on his wrist, returning to hit Zara! The superheroine gasped in surprise, dropping the Shtun Gun to the floor.
"Zara, are you all right?" asked the professor.
The beautiful superheroine closed her eyes for a moment as her hyper-intelligent brain struggled against the influence of the ray. "Okay, you vlilain," she sputtered, swaying drunkenly on her shapely legs. "I happen to be a genetically perfect, invincible superchick, and you're under arrest!"
Zara launched herself at Tech Man, but in her stupified condition she wobbled on her high heels and got all tangled up in her cape. The man had no trouble grabbing her. "Hey, don't..." blurted the gorgeous superbabe, struggling in his arms, so blitzed out that her superior powers were of no use to her.
"Stop right there!" ordered Captain Goodwood, as he came into the room and covered the villain with his sidearm. Tech Man gave Zara a push, sending the stunning superheroine staggering helplessly into his arms. He was forced to drop his gun to catch her.
"Captain Goodwood!" said Zara, giggling like a schoolgirl as she said his name. "Are you glad to see me, or is that the barrel of your gun I feel pressed against me like a flagpole?" The next thing he knew, she was planting passionate kisses around his face and neck that made his penis come to attention.
"What's the matter with her?" asked Goodwood, his hands suddenly full of horny and uninhibited female superheroine. "It's like she's drunk!"
"I am shellacked!" agreed Zara, clinging to his shoulders to keep herself from falling. "Plastered! Bombed! Totally and completely spifflicated!" While she spoke, she unfastened her cape, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, then unbuckled her utility belt.
"She accidentally shot herself with her Shtun Ray," explained Professor Assgrabber sheepishly. "This is so embarrassing!"
Two more armed soldiers joined them. Tech Man, seeing that he was outnumbered and outgunned, raised his hands and started to put down his raygun. It looked as if he was as good as caught! Then Zara suddenly said, "Hey, guys? What do you boys think of THESE beauties?" as she unzipped her unitard, peeling it from her shoulders to reveal her two gorgeous breasts in all their naked glory!
The soldiers couldn't help staring as the incredibly nubile superheroine's magnificent coconuts, as she presented them for their inspection. The men lowered their guns without thinking, and while they were so distracted, Tech Man quietly escaped. "Don't just stand there gawking," said Goodwood, "get after him!" Zara jumped into his arms and started kissing him again.
"All right, buster," said Zara, grabbing the officer's collar and rubbing her body erotically against the raging bulge in his pants, "You're under arrest! You have the right to suck on my sweet nubbins. You have the right to spread my legs and dive into my moist little cooz. If you do not have a pussy, a pussy will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights? Are you going to cum quietly, or do I have to get... persuasive?"
Realizing that the superheroine wouldn't want to be seen in this condition, Goodwood and Assgrabber carried Zara back to the professor's lab. "Can I see your Good Wood, Captain?" she purred. "Please? Pretty please?" And before he could stop her, she had slid out of his arms, unbuckling his trousers and pulling down his shorts. His cock instantly sprang upright.
"Omigosh! It's so BIG!" Zara moaned, and immediately took him in her mouth and began sucking him off. Goodwood closed his eyes, feeling his testicles swell up with lust, his orgasm building inside him like a geyser. He locked his knees and did his best to stand upright as the gorgeous superheroine's heavenly lips and tongue polished his knob. When he had shot his load, he cleared a space on the lab table and took off her boots and what remained of her unitard.
Zara was in no position to object. Submissively she lay back on the table, naked and vulnerable, as he reached in between her legs, stroking her inner thighs and gently fingering her moist womanhood, teasing her and arousing her. "Oh, please, please," the stunning superheroine moaned, spreading her long, gorgeous legs invitingly.
Kicking off his pants, he climbed on top of her body, pressing against her feminine softness, holding her down with his weight. His stiff, rigid pole drove in between Zara's legs and thrust into her warm and willing slit. "OH PLEASE!" begged the sexy superheroine, as her pussy tightened convulsively around his cock, pulling it deeper inside her. As Assgrabber watched, spellbound, Goodwood humped her like a stallion.
"Mmmm, you DO have a good wood," Zara sighed, and passed out in his arms.
The professor followed the sexy superheroine, and in the corridor, they were confronted by a thin, geeky man wearing a baggy grey jumpsuit and carrying some kind of zap gun. On his head he was wearing what looked like a bicycle helmet covered with silver foil.
"Well, well, if it isn't Tech Man?" said Zara haughtily.
"Zara!" the villain blurted, pushing his glasses back up on his nose. "What are you doing here?" Knowing full well that his weapons were useless against the ultra-powerful superheroine, he looked around frantically for some means of escape.
"I'm still unclear how it works," said the scientist, pointing at the Shtun Gun.
The beautiful superbabe smiled condescendingly. "The effect is like being intoxicated. It will render an average person stupid and compliant for an hour or so," explained Zara smugly, pointing the gun at the villain. Giving Tech Man her most aristocratic smile, the sassy superheroine added, "I'm afraid it is also rather humiliating! Allow me to demonstrate."
Zara pulled the trigger. A narrow white beam came out of the pistol, dead on target for Tech Man, but at that moment the villain raised his arm to protect himself, and (more by accident than anything) the beam deflected off of a device on his wrist, returning to hit Zara! The superheroine gasped in surprise, dropping the Shtun Gun to the floor.
"Zara, are you all right?" asked the professor.
The beautiful superheroine closed her eyes for a moment as her hyper-intelligent brain struggled against the influence of the ray. "Okay, you vlilain," she sputtered, swaying drunkenly on her shapely legs. "I happen to be a genetically perfect, invincible superchick, and you're under arrest!"
Zara launched herself at Tech Man, but in her stupified condition she wobbled on her high heels and got all tangled up in her cape. The man had no trouble grabbing her. "Hey, don't..." blurted the gorgeous superbabe, struggling in his arms, so blitzed out that her superior powers were of no use to her.
"Stop right there!" ordered Captain Goodwood, as he came into the room and covered the villain with his sidearm. Tech Man gave Zara a push, sending the stunning superheroine staggering helplessly into his arms. He was forced to drop his gun to catch her.
"Captain Goodwood!" said Zara, giggling like a schoolgirl as she said his name. "Are you glad to see me, or is that the barrel of your gun I feel pressed against me like a flagpole?" The next thing he knew, she was planting passionate kisses around his face and neck that made his penis come to attention.
"What's the matter with her?" asked Goodwood, his hands suddenly full of horny and uninhibited female superheroine. "It's like she's drunk!"
"I am shellacked!" agreed Zara, clinging to his shoulders to keep herself from falling. "Plastered! Bombed! Totally and completely spifflicated!" While she spoke, she unfastened her cape, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, then unbuckled her utility belt.
"She accidentally shot herself with her Shtun Ray," explained Professor Assgrabber sheepishly. "This is so embarrassing!"
Two more armed soldiers joined them. Tech Man, seeing that he was outnumbered and outgunned, raised his hands and started to put down his raygun. It looked as if he was as good as caught! Then Zara suddenly said, "Hey, guys? What do you boys think of THESE beauties?" as she unzipped her unitard, peeling it from her shoulders to reveal her two gorgeous breasts in all their naked glory!
The soldiers couldn't help staring as the incredibly nubile superheroine's magnificent coconuts, as she presented them for their inspection. The men lowered their guns without thinking, and while they were so distracted, Tech Man quietly escaped. "Don't just stand there gawking," said Goodwood, "get after him!" Zara jumped into his arms and started kissing him again.
"All right, buster," said Zara, grabbing the officer's collar and rubbing her body erotically against the raging bulge in his pants, "You're under arrest! You have the right to suck on my sweet nubbins. You have the right to spread my legs and dive into my moist little cooz. If you do not have a pussy, a pussy will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights? Are you going to cum quietly, or do I have to get... persuasive?"
Realizing that the superheroine wouldn't want to be seen in this condition, Goodwood and Assgrabber carried Zara back to the professor's lab. "Can I see your Good Wood, Captain?" she purred. "Please? Pretty please?" And before he could stop her, she had slid out of his arms, unbuckling his trousers and pulling down his shorts. His cock instantly sprang upright.
"Omigosh! It's so BIG!" Zara moaned, and immediately took him in her mouth and began sucking him off. Goodwood closed his eyes, feeling his testicles swell up with lust, his orgasm building inside him like a geyser. He locked his knees and did his best to stand upright as the gorgeous superheroine's heavenly lips and tongue polished his knob. When he had shot his load, he cleared a space on the lab table and took off her boots and what remained of her unitard.
Zara was in no position to object. Submissively she lay back on the table, naked and vulnerable, as he reached in between her legs, stroking her inner thighs and gently fingering her moist womanhood, teasing her and arousing her. "Oh, please, please," the stunning superheroine moaned, spreading her long, gorgeous legs invitingly.
Kicking off his pants, he climbed on top of her body, pressing against her feminine softness, holding her down with his weight. His stiff, rigid pole drove in between Zara's legs and thrust into her warm and willing slit. "OH PLEASE!" begged the sexy superheroine, as her pussy tightened convulsively around his cock, pulling it deeper inside her. As Assgrabber watched, spellbound, Goodwood humped her like a stallion.
"Mmmm, you DO have a good wood," Zara sighed, and passed out in his arms.
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Chapter 4: Two hours later...
"Oh my head!" groaned Zara, as she sat up on the couch next to the professor's desk. "Wh-what happened?"
Captain Goodwood and Professor Assgrabber had, between the two of them, managed to get the superbabe's shapely body securely inside her costume again, a task which they had enjoyed immensely. They looked at one another uncertainly. "What do you remember?"
"Omigosh!" blurted Zara, as she suddenly remembered getting zapped. "The Shtun Ray! I didn't make a fool of myself or anything, did I?" she said, sheepishly looking up at the men.
"Oh, not at all," lied the professor, helping Zara to her feet
"Did Tech Man steal anything?" asked the sexy superheroine, leaning groggily against the scientist and letting him pat her pert bottom.
The captain answered icily. "We had him pretty much under control, until you barged in. But he did manage to get away with one thing -- your Shtun Ray!"
Zara blushed. "Oh no!" she blurted, almost crying with embarrassment. "I don't want to think how dangerous he could be with that in his hands! Even I'm vulnerable to its effects!"
"No kidding," said the soldier softly.
"Well, I'll just have to get it back," said the spunky superheroine, haughtily striding to the window.
"Are you sure that's wise, Zara?" said Assgrabber.
"I can easily handle a nerd like Tech Man," said the spunky superlady. "Don't wait up, boys." Zara flung herself into the sky and soared over the city, using the sensors on her orbiting spaceship to search for the energy signature of the Shtun gun.
***
Tech Man was sitting at a computer in a grubby little basement room many miles away. It was a typical single guy's pad -- strewn with empty pizza boxes, smelly unwashed underwear and porno magazines. Suddenly the door was nearly smashed off its hinges. The villain looked up to see a pair of flawless, traffic-stopping legs standing in the doorway. Following them upwards, his eyes came to rest on the invincible Zara, looking powerful, arrogant, and devastatingly sexy.
"I would have knocked," said the stunning superheroine, imperiously stepping over the threshold, "but I didn't think you'd be home for visitors. Why don't you be a good little geek and surrender?" Zara planted her alluring legs and smugly cocked her shapely hips, raising one aristocratic eyebrow as she looked around the room.
"You made a big mistake following me here, Zara," he said, pressing a remote control on his desk. A metal shutter clanged shut across the door.
"You're the one who's in trouble, Dorkboy!" said the spunky supergirl. "I'm an ultra-powerful, amazingly sexy superchick, remember?" But as she took a step towards him, a wave of weakness seemed to pass over her temptingly nubile body. "What... what's happening?" Zara retreated, staggering back against the shutter. Although she struggled to lift it, to her horror, she couldn't! "My powers! What... what have you done to my powers?"
"Oh that would be the silver foil my room is lined with," said Tech Man. "It absorbs the cosmic radiation which powers your supersuit. I can't carry it around with me, but it does a good job of protecting my lair from beautiful, over-confident intruders."
Zara gasped, sliding to her knees. "Oh no," she whimpered, making a last pathetic attempt to budge the shutter and failing. "I'm helpless!"
Tech Man stalked up to her, an evil grin on his face. "You know what that means, don't you? It means we're going to have some FUN!"
"Please," Zara begged, her voice a pathetic squeak of defeat. "Please, I'm begging you... please don't..."
"Oh my head!" groaned Zara, as she sat up on the couch next to the professor's desk. "Wh-what happened?"
Captain Goodwood and Professor Assgrabber had, between the two of them, managed to get the superbabe's shapely body securely inside her costume again, a task which they had enjoyed immensely. They looked at one another uncertainly. "What do you remember?"
"Omigosh!" blurted Zara, as she suddenly remembered getting zapped. "The Shtun Ray! I didn't make a fool of myself or anything, did I?" she said, sheepishly looking up at the men.
"Oh, not at all," lied the professor, helping Zara to her feet
"Did Tech Man steal anything?" asked the sexy superheroine, leaning groggily against the scientist and letting him pat her pert bottom.
The captain answered icily. "We had him pretty much under control, until you barged in. But he did manage to get away with one thing -- your Shtun Ray!"
Zara blushed. "Oh no!" she blurted, almost crying with embarrassment. "I don't want to think how dangerous he could be with that in his hands! Even I'm vulnerable to its effects!"
"No kidding," said the soldier softly.
"Well, I'll just have to get it back," said the spunky superheroine, haughtily striding to the window.
"Are you sure that's wise, Zara?" said Assgrabber.
"I can easily handle a nerd like Tech Man," said the spunky superlady. "Don't wait up, boys." Zara flung herself into the sky and soared over the city, using the sensors on her orbiting spaceship to search for the energy signature of the Shtun gun.
***
Tech Man was sitting at a computer in a grubby little basement room many miles away. It was a typical single guy's pad -- strewn with empty pizza boxes, smelly unwashed underwear and porno magazines. Suddenly the door was nearly smashed off its hinges. The villain looked up to see a pair of flawless, traffic-stopping legs standing in the doorway. Following them upwards, his eyes came to rest on the invincible Zara, looking powerful, arrogant, and devastatingly sexy.
"I would have knocked," said the stunning superheroine, imperiously stepping over the threshold, "but I didn't think you'd be home for visitors. Why don't you be a good little geek and surrender?" Zara planted her alluring legs and smugly cocked her shapely hips, raising one aristocratic eyebrow as she looked around the room.
"You made a big mistake following me here, Zara," he said, pressing a remote control on his desk. A metal shutter clanged shut across the door.
"You're the one who's in trouble, Dorkboy!" said the spunky supergirl. "I'm an ultra-powerful, amazingly sexy superchick, remember?" But as she took a step towards him, a wave of weakness seemed to pass over her temptingly nubile body. "What... what's happening?" Zara retreated, staggering back against the shutter. Although she struggled to lift it, to her horror, she couldn't! "My powers! What... what have you done to my powers?"
"Oh that would be the silver foil my room is lined with," said Tech Man. "It absorbs the cosmic radiation which powers your supersuit. I can't carry it around with me, but it does a good job of protecting my lair from beautiful, over-confident intruders."
Zara gasped, sliding to her knees. "Oh no," she whimpered, making a last pathetic attempt to budge the shutter and failing. "I'm helpless!"
Tech Man stalked up to her, an evil grin on his face. "You know what that means, don't you? It means we're going to have some FUN!"
"Please," Zara begged, her voice a pathetic squeak of defeat. "Please, I'm begging you... please don't..."
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Chapter 5:
Tech Man picked up Zara and laid her across the lab table, quickly stripping her of her cape, utility belt, and knee boots. Then he held her in place with thick, leather straps across her wrists and ankles. In a very short time, the sexy superheroine found herself tied down, wearing nothing but her skintight unitard. "Please don't hurt me," moaned Zara, struggling weakly in her bonds. "I'll do anything you want! Without my Rubellium crystals, I'm defenseless!"
"So Little Miss Perfect isn't so sassy without her precious powers, is she?" sneered the villain, ogling her sweet body. He reached over and caressed her torso through her spandex costume, not quite touching her breasts but making her tremble with anticipation.
"P-please," whimpered Zara, squirming erotically in her bonds. "Wh-what are you going to do to me, Dork B-- I mean, M-mister Manly?" She figured the only way out of this was to stroke his ego as much as she could, hoping he would have mercy on her.
"I haven't decided," said Tech Man, as his hands roamed downward, playing flirtatiously around her hips. "But I'd be taken more seriously as a world-class supervillain if it got out that I had captured the invincible Zara, wouldn't I? Or what if I had DEFLOWERED her?" As he spoke, he unzipped his pants.
"No! Please! You wouldn't...."
The nerdy villain had already pulled out his schlong and waved it in her face. "Wouldn't you like it if I spread your legs and rammed my rigid flagpole into your juicy little twat?"
Calling his little wanker a "flagpole" was really being generous, Zara thought, but now was not the time to say so. It was still five inches of throbbing maleness, and it made her quiver to think of it shoved into her cooz without her consent. "That's thing's HUGE! Please... please don't... I beg of you..." pleaded the beautiful superbabe, starting to cry as the villain awkwardly climbed on top of her and started to unzip her costume.
"No, wait," Tech Man said suddenly, climbing off of her again. "I gotta do this right. I need some whipped cream, and olive oil, and..." Ticking the list off on his fingers, he opened the shutter and left the room, careful to close it again behind him.
***
Zara was left tied up and helpless. Sniffing back tears, the sexy superheroine struggled, but it was hopeless. Then she noticed that Tech Man had left his remote control unit lying on the desk within reach. Squirming desperately, she managed to work one lissome leg free of its strap. She reached over, stretching her leg as far as she could, and managed to kick the remote control. The shutter popped open. Within minutes, Zara could feel the Rubellium crystals in her cuffs slowly begin to recharge. But would it be enough?
Twenty minutes later, Tech Man came strutting cheerfully into the room holding a paper grocery bag. "We're going to have fun now, Miss Prissy! I've got..." his voice trailed off as he saw that the the shutter was open and the lab table was empty. Dropping the grocery bag, he drew his raygun and turned around.
His escape was blocked by the invincible Zara, once more fully dressed in her sexy costume. "Going somewhere, Tech Man?" she said, smugly planting her hands on her luscious hips.
The villain didn't stand a chance. With one graceful movement, the sassy superbabe grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. He slid to the floor, and Zara haughtily strolled over to his desk. Perching on the edge, she crossed her lovely legs as she activated the communications link built into her costume. "Professor Assgrabber? Would you please tell Captain Goodwood that I have good news? I've captured Tech Man. Oh take your time -- he's not going anywhere."
As she closed the commlink, Zara's eyes rested on the Shtun Gun, sitting on a nearby table. She hefted it thoughtfully. Since even she had proven vulnerable to its effects, it really was too dangerous to risk it falling into the wrong hands again. It would be a shame to destroy it after all her work...
But then again, it would be nice to try it out on the Centurion, next time she met up with him.
THE END
Tech Man picked up Zara and laid her across the lab table, quickly stripping her of her cape, utility belt, and knee boots. Then he held her in place with thick, leather straps across her wrists and ankles. In a very short time, the sexy superheroine found herself tied down, wearing nothing but her skintight unitard. "Please don't hurt me," moaned Zara, struggling weakly in her bonds. "I'll do anything you want! Without my Rubellium crystals, I'm defenseless!"
"So Little Miss Perfect isn't so sassy without her precious powers, is she?" sneered the villain, ogling her sweet body. He reached over and caressed her torso through her spandex costume, not quite touching her breasts but making her tremble with anticipation.
"P-please," whimpered Zara, squirming erotically in her bonds. "Wh-what are you going to do to me, Dork B-- I mean, M-mister Manly?" She figured the only way out of this was to stroke his ego as much as she could, hoping he would have mercy on her.
"I haven't decided," said Tech Man, as his hands roamed downward, playing flirtatiously around her hips. "But I'd be taken more seriously as a world-class supervillain if it got out that I had captured the invincible Zara, wouldn't I? Or what if I had DEFLOWERED her?" As he spoke, he unzipped his pants.
"No! Please! You wouldn't...."
The nerdy villain had already pulled out his schlong and waved it in her face. "Wouldn't you like it if I spread your legs and rammed my rigid flagpole into your juicy little twat?"
Calling his little wanker a "flagpole" was really being generous, Zara thought, but now was not the time to say so. It was still five inches of throbbing maleness, and it made her quiver to think of it shoved into her cooz without her consent. "That's thing's HUGE! Please... please don't... I beg of you..." pleaded the beautiful superbabe, starting to cry as the villain awkwardly climbed on top of her and started to unzip her costume.
"No, wait," Tech Man said suddenly, climbing off of her again. "I gotta do this right. I need some whipped cream, and olive oil, and..." Ticking the list off on his fingers, he opened the shutter and left the room, careful to close it again behind him.
***
Zara was left tied up and helpless. Sniffing back tears, the sexy superheroine struggled, but it was hopeless. Then she noticed that Tech Man had left his remote control unit lying on the desk within reach. Squirming desperately, she managed to work one lissome leg free of its strap. She reached over, stretching her leg as far as she could, and managed to kick the remote control. The shutter popped open. Within minutes, Zara could feel the Rubellium crystals in her cuffs slowly begin to recharge. But would it be enough?
Twenty minutes later, Tech Man came strutting cheerfully into the room holding a paper grocery bag. "We're going to have fun now, Miss Prissy! I've got..." his voice trailed off as he saw that the the shutter was open and the lab table was empty. Dropping the grocery bag, he drew his raygun and turned around.
His escape was blocked by the invincible Zara, once more fully dressed in her sexy costume. "Going somewhere, Tech Man?" she said, smugly planting her hands on her luscious hips.
The villain didn't stand a chance. With one graceful movement, the sassy superbabe grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. He slid to the floor, and Zara haughtily strolled over to his desk. Perching on the edge, she crossed her lovely legs as she activated the communications link built into her costume. "Professor Assgrabber? Would you please tell Captain Goodwood that I have good news? I've captured Tech Man. Oh take your time -- he's not going anywhere."
As she closed the commlink, Zara's eyes rested on the Shtun Gun, sitting on a nearby table. She hefted it thoughtfully. Since even she had proven vulnerable to its effects, it really was too dangerous to risk it falling into the wrong hands again. It would be a shame to destroy it after all her work...
But then again, it would be nice to try it out on the Centurion, next time she met up with him.
THE END
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Re: Zara vs. TechMan
Great story again, Centurion! HA HA! Loved the ending too!
"Kryptonite? Oh, oh no, please!!! ........you have no idea what that does to me!"
Re: Zara vs. TechMan
I'm so glad you're pleased. But hold that thought... I have a post script on the way later in the week.
Re: Zara vs. TechMan
Post Scriptum -- A week later, at a shopping mall on the southside...
It was a warm early evening, the stars overhead were beginning to twinkle over the suburb's smog-free sky. Zara stood on the roof of a furniture store, hidden from view as she kept her attention on the storefront opposite.
The stunning superheroine sighed, shifting her weight and bringing her left leg up to rest on the parapet. On her right leg, hanging from her utility belt, was the Shtun Gun. She had been carrying it like this for a week, just on the off chance that she might run into the Centurion, but he was being his usual irritating self by keeping himself scarce just when she wanted him. The gun felt uncomfortable, and she had just decided not to bother when she heard about this exhibition of rare Roman coins. If this didn't lure him out, Zara was prepared to give up. She wasn't even sure why she wanted so much to capture the Centurion -- it wasn't as if he were a particularly dangerous villain. He was only a thrill-seeker, and a super-powerful heroine like herself certainly had more dangerous threats to worry about.
She leaned forward a little, narrowing her eyes. There were two men down there in trenchcoats, and she was sure that she recognized them as two of the Centurion's henchmen. For some reason, Zara felt her pulse begin to beat faster. Surely he wouldn't be long now...
The sassy superheroine was so intent on watching, she never heard the man creep out from the shadow of the machinery room behind her. Two strong male arms suddenly wrapped around her lissome waist, imprisoning her. The left hand slid along the front of her smooth spandex unitard to squeeze one of her firm young breasts, while the right moved in the opposite direction, reaching for her muff. Zara gave a squeak of dismay and grabbed the left arm, spinning her attacker around and shoving him against the wall of the machinery room. As she did, she could feel his right hand grab for her Shtun gun and pull it out of its holster.
It was the Centurion, and even though her hand was on his collar and his back was to the wall, he was holding the weapon pointed at her! This wasn't the way she had planned at all!
"This is why a woman shouldn't carry a gun," the villain said cheerfully. "It's too easy for the criminal to take it away and use it against her." In the back of his mind, he knew that it reckless and stupid to try to tackle Zara alone, but for some reason he couldn't help himself. It was almost as if he was drawn to the beautiful heroine like iron to a magnet. When he had seen the gun holstered at her side, he had gone for it, knowing that a superheroine like Zara wouldn't carry anything lethal. Most likely it merely incapacitated...
"Just be careful with that," said Zara nervously, reaching imperiously for the gun. "Give it to me before you..." As the two of them wrestled over it, the Shtun beam went off, once again zapping the cocky superheroine. Immediately Zara went weak in the knees and stumbled against the villain's broad chest.
"Centurion!" the sexy supergirl giggled, snaking her smooth arms amorously around his neck. "All week long I've been been searching for you and your short sword!" Although oddly, she couldn't seem to remember why. Her head was buzzing. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his manly arms around her. His hands were squeezing her pert little bottom through the clingy fabric of her unitard, making her womanhood quiver with anticipation.
"And now that you've caught me...?" she heard him say as he unbuckled her utility belt.
"Now that I've caught you, I... I surrender," Zara purred, submissively holding up her wrists while he took off the cuffs which powered her invincible weapons. Likewise, the docile superheroine made no effort to resist as he removed her cape, her boots, even her mask, until she was disarmed and helpless in his arms. "I'm so vulnerable, so completely in your power..."
Then Zara gave him a long, wet, deliciously erotic kiss, lifting one silken, spandex-clad leg and stroking it against his body, which of course made his cock stand up painfully erect under his kilt. "Please tell me you want me," she begged, ardently rubbing her nubile young body up and down against his rigid bulge. "Tell me you want to BONE me until I beg for mercy!"
"Ohhh, there is nothing I'd like better," groaned the Centurion, as he unzipped the front of her clingy silver unitard and peeled it off of her slender shoulders. Cupping Zara's supple naked breasts in both hands, he gently kissed both of them, bringing a feline moan from deep in her throat. She leaned backwards in his arms, her body weak with euphoria.
A moment later, they were lying prone on his spread cloak. Gradually his lips worked their way from her breasts to her ribs, tasting the sweet hollow of her navel as his hands were busy stripping off the lower half of her unitard (and finding to his delight that she wasn't wearing panties under it). The superheroine sighed with pleasure as his fingers gently caressed the moist, unprotected lips of her pussy. Rising up to his knees, he spread her long, exquisite legs, then he lowered himself in between her tender thighs and made one long, hard thrust deep into her wet slit. "OHHHH!" Zara gasped, trembling with ecstasy as she felt his manhood penetrate the soft petals of her labia. "Please! Oh please take me!"
"Zara, my Venus," he breathed in reply, giving another push which made her entire body shudder with excitement. She closed her eyes, squirming underneath him now, held down and dominated by his hard masculine body, her hips pumping in unison with the powerful thrusts that drove his cock into her tunnel, deeper and deeper with each stroke. "OHGOD! PLEASE YES!" she screamed, as her climax came and all she could see were fireworks. And hear in the background, strangely enough, sirens.
"What was that?" she whispered muzzily a minute later.
"Nothing to be alarmed about," he said, gently slipping from her arms. "That was only my henchmen, raiding the coin exhibition while I kept its attractive superheroine guardian distracted."
"That's nice," Zara purred, closing her eyes and snuggling into his cloak with a sigh of feminine contentment. When she looked up a moment later, he was dressed. "Hey, what are you doing?" she whimpered, struggling ineffectually as he tied her up.
"I'm so sorry about this, pretty vixen," the Centurion said, as he carried her to his chariot, still too befuddled by the effect of the Shtun gun to put up any fight. He had no idea when it would be wearing off, but he couldn't leave her on this rooftop to be found by anyone who might happen by. "But never fear. I'll release you somewhere safe..." He leaned forward and gave her a passionate kiss. "... in an hour or so..."
It was a warm early evening, the stars overhead were beginning to twinkle over the suburb's smog-free sky. Zara stood on the roof of a furniture store, hidden from view as she kept her attention on the storefront opposite.
The stunning superheroine sighed, shifting her weight and bringing her left leg up to rest on the parapet. On her right leg, hanging from her utility belt, was the Shtun Gun. She had been carrying it like this for a week, just on the off chance that she might run into the Centurion, but he was being his usual irritating self by keeping himself scarce just when she wanted him. The gun felt uncomfortable, and she had just decided not to bother when she heard about this exhibition of rare Roman coins. If this didn't lure him out, Zara was prepared to give up. She wasn't even sure why she wanted so much to capture the Centurion -- it wasn't as if he were a particularly dangerous villain. He was only a thrill-seeker, and a super-powerful heroine like herself certainly had more dangerous threats to worry about.
She leaned forward a little, narrowing her eyes. There were two men down there in trenchcoats, and she was sure that she recognized them as two of the Centurion's henchmen. For some reason, Zara felt her pulse begin to beat faster. Surely he wouldn't be long now...
The sassy superheroine was so intent on watching, she never heard the man creep out from the shadow of the machinery room behind her. Two strong male arms suddenly wrapped around her lissome waist, imprisoning her. The left hand slid along the front of her smooth spandex unitard to squeeze one of her firm young breasts, while the right moved in the opposite direction, reaching for her muff. Zara gave a squeak of dismay and grabbed the left arm, spinning her attacker around and shoving him against the wall of the machinery room. As she did, she could feel his right hand grab for her Shtun gun and pull it out of its holster.
It was the Centurion, and even though her hand was on his collar and his back was to the wall, he was holding the weapon pointed at her! This wasn't the way she had planned at all!
"This is why a woman shouldn't carry a gun," the villain said cheerfully. "It's too easy for the criminal to take it away and use it against her." In the back of his mind, he knew that it reckless and stupid to try to tackle Zara alone, but for some reason he couldn't help himself. It was almost as if he was drawn to the beautiful heroine like iron to a magnet. When he had seen the gun holstered at her side, he had gone for it, knowing that a superheroine like Zara wouldn't carry anything lethal. Most likely it merely incapacitated...
"Just be careful with that," said Zara nervously, reaching imperiously for the gun. "Give it to me before you..." As the two of them wrestled over it, the Shtun beam went off, once again zapping the cocky superheroine. Immediately Zara went weak in the knees and stumbled against the villain's broad chest.
"Centurion!" the sexy supergirl giggled, snaking her smooth arms amorously around his neck. "All week long I've been been searching for you and your short sword!" Although oddly, she couldn't seem to remember why. Her head was buzzing. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his manly arms around her. His hands were squeezing her pert little bottom through the clingy fabric of her unitard, making her womanhood quiver with anticipation.
"And now that you've caught me...?" she heard him say as he unbuckled her utility belt.
"Now that I've caught you, I... I surrender," Zara purred, submissively holding up her wrists while he took off the cuffs which powered her invincible weapons. Likewise, the docile superheroine made no effort to resist as he removed her cape, her boots, even her mask, until she was disarmed and helpless in his arms. "I'm so vulnerable, so completely in your power..."
Then Zara gave him a long, wet, deliciously erotic kiss, lifting one silken, spandex-clad leg and stroking it against his body, which of course made his cock stand up painfully erect under his kilt. "Please tell me you want me," she begged, ardently rubbing her nubile young body up and down against his rigid bulge. "Tell me you want to BONE me until I beg for mercy!"
"Ohhh, there is nothing I'd like better," groaned the Centurion, as he unzipped the front of her clingy silver unitard and peeled it off of her slender shoulders. Cupping Zara's supple naked breasts in both hands, he gently kissed both of them, bringing a feline moan from deep in her throat. She leaned backwards in his arms, her body weak with euphoria.
A moment later, they were lying prone on his spread cloak. Gradually his lips worked their way from her breasts to her ribs, tasting the sweet hollow of her navel as his hands were busy stripping off the lower half of her unitard (and finding to his delight that she wasn't wearing panties under it). The superheroine sighed with pleasure as his fingers gently caressed the moist, unprotected lips of her pussy. Rising up to his knees, he spread her long, exquisite legs, then he lowered himself in between her tender thighs and made one long, hard thrust deep into her wet slit. "OHHHH!" Zara gasped, trembling with ecstasy as she felt his manhood penetrate the soft petals of her labia. "Please! Oh please take me!"
"Zara, my Venus," he breathed in reply, giving another push which made her entire body shudder with excitement. She closed her eyes, squirming underneath him now, held down and dominated by his hard masculine body, her hips pumping in unison with the powerful thrusts that drove his cock into her tunnel, deeper and deeper with each stroke. "OHGOD! PLEASE YES!" she screamed, as her climax came and all she could see were fireworks. And hear in the background, strangely enough, sirens.
"What was that?" she whispered muzzily a minute later.
"Nothing to be alarmed about," he said, gently slipping from her arms. "That was only my henchmen, raiding the coin exhibition while I kept its attractive superheroine guardian distracted."
"That's nice," Zara purred, closing her eyes and snuggling into his cloak with a sigh of feminine contentment. When she looked up a moment later, he was dressed. "Hey, what are you doing?" she whimpered, struggling ineffectually as he tied her up.
"I'm so sorry about this, pretty vixen," the Centurion said, as he carried her to his chariot, still too befuddled by the effect of the Shtun gun to put up any fight. He had no idea when it would be wearing off, but he couldn't leave her on this rooftop to be found by anyone who might happen by. "But never fear. I'll release you somewhere safe..." He leaned forward and gave her a passionate kiss. "... in an hour or so..."