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Monsters Among Us
Historical Interlude 1886 London
Femme Fatalle adjusted her gauntlets. She needed the protection of total skin coverage to prevent her power from accidentally feeding on the men around her. She was a heroine, a defender of the people because she chose to be. Inside her was the blood of an Incubus, a sexual demon who had seduced her mother the Countess of Tor, as part of her father’s endless and limitless debaucheries. She was born with a curse, a curse that made love impossible, for she fed on the lives of men through their sexual desire. She was worse than a vampire, she was a soul devouring seductress. The physical power she gained from that heritage made her three times stronger than a strong man, faster than a fencer, and able to take blows which would stun an ox. She chose to act as a heroine, to defend the people who would hunt her down and destroy her if they guessed what she was, to defend the people her own soul and hunger deemed cattle, a prey herd that existed only to be her playthings and food. She chose to be a heroine, because she knew she was a monster waiting to happen.
Not all monsters fought their nature. She was here for Hyde. He was the worst nature of man made manifest. Stronger than ten men, healing almost as fast as he could be wounded, inhumanly fast, and with appetites that went beyond bestial. He didn’t strive to fight his nature, he revelled in it. He was not only the personification of why Femme Fatalle took up defending fragile, ignorant, and undeserving humanity, he was also the face she one day feared to see in the mirror; the monster that knows what It is and laughs.
The line of police with their truncheons and the handful of rifles were visibly shaking, clustered together as if for comfort. Hyde had exploded from the gambling den in search of the last of the house bravo’s who had poisoned and shot him, tired of his gambling, whoring, and casual destruction in their gaming houses, his inhuman senses allowing him to beat every rigged game, and laughing when he broke them financially, laughed harder when he broke them in blood and bone when they raised gun, club, and blade against him.
The first line of police had been toyed with. Some were hung naked from gas light lamp posts. Others were left with their truncheons rammed up their asses, bound arse up elbows to knees. The second wave refused to go in. Hyde was throwing pews through the church stained glass, having sated himself on the half dozen women who were praying when he came in, and turned to destruction for his amusement when his toys had been fucked unconscious and no longer amused him. At least Hyde didn’t kill his women. If surviving him could be considered a mercy.
Femme Fatalle looked at the watch captain coolly from behind her mask.
“Your men can confirm Hyde is still in there?” Femme Fatalle asked, her voice like whiskey and shadow, stole down the captain’s spine and into his cock and balls, bringing them achingly to life when seconds before he was impotent with fear.
“Yes ma’am.” The watch captain replied in a tone again professional. “I can’t send anyone in against him, the men won’t go, and I can’t say I blame them. He isn’t human. I am not sure he can be stopped. I requested the army send cannon, but they won’t shell a church. I can’t ask you to go in. He isn’t anything a woman should face.”
Femme Fatalle took off one long dark glove, then another. She stripped off the long cape that shrouded her form. The outfit she wore underneath covered her skin like a glove, and the watch captain felt his erection threaten to burst free of the heavy wool of his trousers, and feared if he so much as shifted, the gentle rub would be enough to send him over the edge into emptying himself in his underwear.
Femme Fatalle’s expression changed from serene to hungry, and her eyes lit with the sort of reflection you saw in a hunting cat’s eyes deep in the jungle, right before it pounced. Her too pale face was flushed with blush, and her lips pulled back in a wide white grin that left the watch captain noticing her canines were oddly and elegantly elongated, like a vampire or perhaps like that jungle cat he compared her to a second ago.
“No captain. This hunt has no place for you or your men. This hunt belongs to Femme Fatalle. Hyde will be stopped, no matter the cost.” Femme Fatalle was panting like a sprinter, her womanly chest heaving in a way that left the watch captain unable to control his eyes.
She tore off towards the church faster than a racehorse, ignored the door and steps, to leap a good sixty feet to dive through one of the shattered stained-glass windows.
Hours of roaring and smashing, mad laughter and howls of pain, inhuman whimpers of suffering, and screams that hell itself would shrink before alternated for all the long hours of the night. When dawn passed there was only silence. Explored in the daylight, the church was empty save for the destruction.
Neither Hyde nor Femme Fatalle was ever heard from again.
Toronto Canada, Present Day
Lillith Jeckel hated her name, so she routinely went by LJ with her friends. She had a few, but only enough not to stand out, and every one she had thought she was closer with the others. Camouflage was not just second nature for her, it was first. Don’t stand out, don’t draw attention.
Toronto had its share of superheroes and superheroines, its share of supervillains and regular scum, its gangs, its corrupt politicians and dirty mega-corporations that made the mob look clean, but that was not her world. She was studying accounting, about as far from her nature as she could get. No passion, no feral hunger, and she could indulge her hunting instincts at enough of a remove that her blood would not boil.
LJ put away her sex toys with a sigh. She had to masturbate to a precisely measured degree. Too little and her mother’s blood would awaken. Too much and her father’s would. She had to avoid passion, had to avoid violence, had to avoid her own nature at all costs.
Looking into the mirror, she saw herself before dressing. Tall for a woman, she wore flats with a hard enough heel that they sounded like high heels enough that people would write off her height as being heel derived, rather than noticing she stood six foot two in bare feet.
She was tall and lithe, yet her hips and breasts were rounded richly. Her face was a cold classical study in beauty. Aristocratic and subtly inhuman, if an elf lord were to ride out of fairy and see her, he would know her at a glance as a peer, and a threat combined. She was not fairy, she was worse, but at least half of her was still human, and the warring other quarters must never be allowed to change her past that.
Long lustrous chestnut hair and cold blue eyes over pale aristocratic cheekbones framed lips just a little too full and sensuous, just a little to red, for anyone to accept they were not the product of careful makeup, just as the light purple tint of her eyeshadow was part of a vision system that owed nothing to humanity, rather than the product of a makeup pallet. Let others assume she dressed like a mouse and used makeup like a model, it made her seem like more of a nerd, more a figure of amusement and less of seduction. Camouflage was everything. Don’t stand out.
She dressed in heavy loose sweaters with too long sleeves, too large glasses and long skirts that covered her legs down to the slouching soft boots that covered her feet. No skin was exposed save her face, as she usually wore a scarf even in the heat.
From the nightstand she picked up the last article of clothing. The last, vital piece of camouflage. Her power belt.
She put the power belt on and felt the artificial enhancement of its power lock her humanity into ascension, a simple and stupid invention of those cursed with the Aphrodite gene that converted sexual frustration into physical power. For her it powered her weak humanity enough to allow it to keep the rest of her hidden, sleeping. Sexual frustration was easy, both her mother and father were sexual predators whose thirst was deeper than the ocean, whose hunger was hotter than fire. She was just a degree below flashpoint, and the belt was her cooling unit.
Plus, it explained any…….mishaps. Sometimes her instincts reacted before her need to hide could speak, and she was left with the power belt as her only tool of misdirection.
Swinging her long Italian leather purse over her shoulder, laptop, texts, snacks, and the all important earbuds to allow her to ignore attempts at conversation, LJ headed to the University of Toronto, and another day of accounting methods and statistics.
Meanwhile, across town, there was another plan for LJ’s day that was coming into being. A plan that didn’t name her, that didn’t know her, that in fact denied her existence as an actual person. For this reason, both LJ’s plan and this other plan were doomed to fail.
The Crusader had begun as a super soldier attempt by a cash strapped weapons manufacturer. He had been a soldier, an elite one at that, before his excesses on the battlefield cost him everything. He had become radicalized in both the Men’s Rights movement and the Conservative Christian, blaming his career failures on the influence of women in a man’s world, and the weakening of traditional values through female voices.
The Corporation didn’t care, they had an elite soldier who was willing to undergo procedures that destroyed mind and body in nine out of ten subjects, and he had been their first success. Unfortunately, he decided this was a holy calling to begin his crusade, and had both looted and slaughtered his way through their research facility to equip himself for his quest to set the world right.
The corporation quietly buried all record of its connection, and prayed they could avoid the blood spatter when their carefully crafted monster revealed its power, and its insanity to the public. There was no way his debut would be anything but a blood bath and PR nightmare. Better they quietly put out the rumour it was a government program gone wrong, so no one started looking in their direction.
The fall of Roe V Wade in the neighboring United States had been his sign, a sign from God that it was time to put things in order, to restore the natural order by force, by holy fire and steel, as the Crusades had called for. The radical arms of the alt right groups who had been grooming him were only too happy to supply foot soldiers for him. Although he was insane, he was also the only superhero that served their cause, even if none of them could control him.
Today the University of Toronto was hosting a protest against the patriarchy, and especially on its war with sovereign rights of women. The Crusader meant to bring them to their knees and show them the error of their ways. Blood and fire, shock and awe, the terror of the holy flames of judgement were going to fall upon the unclean and the unbeliever today. He would purify the land and save the soul of his nation!
LJ had her earbuds in as she watched the protest. There was a little media coverage, but honestly the people who already cared already knew. The ones who did not care would never care because hatred trumped empathy pretty much every time, and humans loved their petty hatreds. They dressed them up and gave them names like religion and nationalism, but it came down to the suffering of others makes them feel better than those doing the suffering. LJ was raised both to defend and to despise humanity, the second one came naturally. The first she honestly hoped to avoid.
All she wanted was her bus. The walk across campus was long, and the chance of coming across enough public displays of affection, if not outright lovemaking, was too high to risk on a spring day like this. Her hungers were hard enough to control. Toronto busses were about as romantic as a camp outhouse, so no risk there.
Her earbuds made her miss the first scream.
An armoured car painted white with a large red crusader cross on it plowed through the police cruisers and was looking to plow directly into the marching women.
LJ hated her instincts, because her inhuman heritage made them too fast to stop, and all her work of concealment could be thrown away in one cheetah fast sprint. Still, now that her mind was catching up with her body, she couldn’t let the LAV, thirteen tons and eight wheels of armoured personnel carrier, plow through the crowd of mostly women and children of the march. Given a choice she would have chosen something less direct, but she was half the distance to the APC and both were accelerating.
The impact was phenomenal. Her clothes where torn, but the APC took the hit so badly its turret and mounted cannon actually came off.
LJ reached up with what other’s would call inhuman speed, and what she called the induced weakness of the power belt, and got enough of a grip on the turret ring that she allowed it to pull her from the armoured car’s bow as she redirected its course enough to shatter the pavement, rather than skip along it and into the crowd.
Four trucks worth of supporting thugs locked their brakes as their planned shock and awe entrance derailed, and the shock troops of the LAV were, with one exception, bound for the emergency room and months of care, rather than battle.
As LJ stood panting, the pain in her body causing her father’s blood to scream and howl for dominance, promising power, promising invincibility, promising blood and horror and the mad laughter of rage given form.
Her clothes in tatters, her body broken and healing, even with the suppression of the power belt holding both her mother’s and her father’s blood in check, LJ was unaware that burning eyes stared at her from the hull of the crushed LAV. Eyes that hated, eyes that wanted, eyes that saw in her everything that was wrong in society. A man who had come to set the world right, blocked by some insolent woman who dared to set her womanly foolishness against God’s plan and his holy Crusader.
“GOD WILL’S IT!” The masculine voice roared, and a pillar of white fire blasted upward from the wrecked light armoured vehicle. The armour screamed as it burned, not even to liquid, but to gas in the fire of the Crusader’s flames.
Striding forth in his white robe and its crusader cross, the Crusader let his arms burn with the fires of his power, as he set a halo like crown of flame upon his head.
“Bow down before me woman, for God has set man above you, and your denial is an abomination in his sight. Kneel and beg my forgiveness or you will burn.” The Crusader called, his power singing in his veins. This was better, this was as it was meant to be.
LJ wasn’t done healing, her mind was still fogged by the damage she took and the fight to keep her father’s blood from taking ascension. Compared to how she was unbelted, she was a pale copy of herself. That pale copy had learned to fight with science and artistry from Femme Fatalle, the first superheroine. That pale copy had learned to fight with animalistic fury and bestial rage from Hyde, the most powerful of all the transhuman atrocities born of man’s desire to be more. Plus, that was her favourite skirt. Her mother sewed it by hand, and now it was in tatters.
“If you are very, very good, I may let you kiss my ass before I put your face through the pavement. There are children in that crowd. There are elderly in that crowd. You would have killed dozens in your little angry boy temper tantrum, I can’t imagine the rest of the plan involved reasonable exchange of views either. Fuck off now, and I won’t make you crawl before all your little minions.”
Both her mother and father’s blood were singing now. Both howling, both demanding dominance. LJ held on to her humanity with a shred, but the reflexive need to hide, to blend, to pretend to be less had been cast aside. She was Lillith Jeckel. She bowed to no one.
Crusader raised his hand, and a sword of fire blazed in it. He swept it out casually and cut down a light pole.
“Jezebell, I will beat that pride from you, and you will sing my praises as I teach you your proper place.” Crusader roared as he charged.
LJ allowed him to close at speed, needing to get a feel for his speed and power. She had fought Hyde in full fury, and knew she was no match for that power with the belt on, but she trained suppressed, trained at her weakest for this moment, the moment where she must fight and remain human. Plus, if she ever took it off and fought full power, even her parents need to fear her.
Crusader was fast, but his reactions were choppy. He was inhumanly strong, inhumanly powerful, but those were add-ons. They were not a part of him, he was a regular human enhanced beyond reason and limit, but he had human thoughts and reflexes driving that inhuman killing machine.
Lillith folded before his strike, collapsing backwards like water before the blade of fire. Her hands grabbed one leg, and she spun on that pivot point to lock him in a leg bar and dropped him face first into the pavement at almost 50kph.
She forgot the state of her clothes, too much skin was exposed. Crusader wore shorts beneath his mantle, and boots, his arms and legs were bare, that put a terribly wounded Lillith in contact with the Crusader flesh to flesh.
Her mother’s hunger awoke, and from that skin to skin contact, she began to drink his life to heal. A wild spike of arousal took her and she arched in orgasm as she ground him face first into he ground, slamming his face again and again into the ground as she rode his thrashing leg in a serious attempt to shatter it.
“Not Jezebel, you Incell half wit, you face LILLITH!” LJ screamed as she licked his bare flesh with her dark purple tongue and tore raw life force from him as lust warred with rage in the pinned Crusader’s flesh and brain.
An explosion of fire detonated from the Crusader’s core in a desperate attempt to flee himself. The shock would have destroyed a main battle tank, and did strip Lillith down to bare skin and power belt. It also blasted off their feet, the charging backup thugs with their assault rifles, body armour, and enough ammunition to fight three world wars, as long as they never had to get above a wheezing walk between the combination of too much gun and not enough PT.
LJ was stunned not by the explosion, but by the ascension of her mother’s blood. This was bad, this was very bad. Naked, arousing all who looked at her, she was on the edge of a feeding frenzy, a shark surrounded by prey that couldn’t run, and would only run towards her if they could. The blood of Femme Fatalle, the blood of the Succubus had fed on power beyond human and was breaking free of its chains. Her humanity, even augmented with the power belt, was not enough to control it. She wanted to take that angry boy-god and break him, degrade and use him in the street, before his minions, to take his soul and his power to feed her hunger, to awaken her higher self, her demonic form.
Crusader came from the fire in a rush faster than a bullet and with force like a freight train. His punch hit her hard enough to blast her into the ancient stonework of the University library. The shock was a wakeup call, but it was too little too late.
Face, ribs, face, ribs, ribs. The Crusader’s arms were coated with fire, and he pounded Lillith with power that exceeded what a power belt enhanced woman could withstand, with power a Succubus couldn’t withstand. The purifying flame of god burned her, broken bones tore at her, blood filled her lungs and her head spun.
Then a wide feral grin took her face, and she slipped just inside the next punch, allowing it to graze her cheek as she curved underneath it to hammer a blow into his solar plexus. The force of his own blow added to her counterpunch and his breath blasted out.
Pain was Hydes, pain and blood and mayhem. Her father’s blood surged in her, the animal, the beast, the berserker. She rode the bestial savagery of her father until it drowned out the demonic call to feed of her mother.
Crusader fought like an MMA fighter, trained to batter and bind opponents. Lillith didn’t fight, she destroyed.
Crusader grappled with her, seeking to use his superior strength to crush her, and she let him.
He charged in to grapple, pinning her arms, ignoring her failed attempt to side step away. It had not been an attempt to side step, it had been a cross step to build the tension he used now. He charged straight in, but she twisted her body as they fell, becoming the axis they both spun around, and she rode him into the ground.
They hit like a freight train, but he was at the bottom. Her knee trailed, completing the half circle created by their spinning fall to ram into the Crusaders nut sack, driving the breath from him explosively. He released her arms as he clutched to defend his balls, and she slapped his ears hard enough to shatter his eardrums. This was also a distraction, for it caused him to open his eyes and push her away.
Her targets now open, his arms now opening the distance which had been too close, she drove fingers whose tips were harder than eagles talons, harder than industrial diamonds into his eyes. He bucked like a bronco and she rode it and flipped in mid air to land on her feet.
Her lungs were filled with blood, and she hacked and coughed it up, struggling for air as her vision blurred. She burned to take off the power belt, but now Hyde was too strong, his blood demanding she become the beast that walked, the primordial predator and she would be human, she was Lillith Jeckel, she was not going to let this bastard make her the monster of her nightmares.
The flaming crown upon his head pulsed and little rings of flame acted as sonar to guide the blinded and deafened Crusader as he closed in his transhuman rage to blot the defiant female from existence, but his rage was not a shadow of Hydes, and his skill not a ghost of Femme Fatalle. She was neither, but she was Lillith, and she had survived both.
She didn’t wait for him. She launched kick after kick into his legs collapsing first one knee then the other, sending him stumbling, dropping him to his knees. She hammered punch after punch into his ribs, feeling bone break at last. When he struck out with the back of an arm to take off her head she ended it. She pivoted around the arm to smash him face first into the ground, then shattered the arm with her more than human strength, and his own momentum.
She rode him down to the ground and licked his ear.
“Sorry lover, you broke me bad inside, and Lillith needs to heal. You are mine, you are my bitch, and my bitch needs to put his mouth to better work than roaring useless bullshit. Be a good boy, and make mamma happy.
Leaving the shattered arm to flop, she rolled him onto his back. He struggled and flailed at her with his last hand. He grabbed her throat.
Lillith laughed and dragged it down to her breast. Helpless, the Crusader felt his lust overwhelm everything, including his will to live and he began to grope at her breast like he was raping her, not the other way around.
Lillith sat upon his face, riding it like her own sex toy as he helplessly pleasured her with his tongue, each lick each touch, each heartbeat stealing his transhuman vitality, the inhuman all consuming power of his fire and fury, and feeding it into the she demon that rode his face.
She came with a scream, and her juices filled his mouth. He blacked out, going unconscious. LJ knew it would take one kiss, one kiss alone would take his life, his soul and his power forever. Her mother’s blood screamed for it. Her father’s blood screamed for it. But she was healed now, and without the pain and fear, without the survival imperative, she regained herself and realized she was one kiss from surrendering humanity.
With a desperate cry, she jumped off her assailant, her victim, her prey. She ripped his crusader mantle off of it, and coverer her nakedness as she sprinted away. Climbing the buildings to take to the skyline the way her father’s blood told her was the way to lose human trackers.
The surviving minions of the Crusader pulled his broken body from the scene and escaped in the chaos. The Crusader’s eyes were half healed, and he remembered the shining golden power belt that was the only thing the she witch had worn as she humiliated and used him. In shame and fear he remembered serving her pussy like a slave while she rose above him like a queen, golden belt burning brightly.
That belt, the power belt. That is why she won. Next time he would strip that from her first. Next time he would show her the difference between those fake heroines with their slut Aphrodite genes and power belts, and the true powers of God’s own Crusader.
Yes, he would find her, he would find a way to remove that power belt, and then there would be an ending.
Monsters Among Us (MMMF, ScFi, Fdom, Mdom,Ncon, superheroine)
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In the months that followed “the incident”, otherwise known as LJ having to reveal she was a superheroine (not actually true, but the cover she could live with), complete with power belt and secret identity, LJ’s life got complicated. She did so to stop The Crusader from turning a woman’s march into a new, bloodier Inquisition broadcast live on your local networks.
She registered with the local Superhero society for testing and training, but with her power belt suppressing her mother’s Succubus blood and her father’s Hyde blood, she tested out as just three times stronger than a normal woman. No one could explain how her physical abilities as tested in the laboratories could account for the film defeat of The Crusader, let alone stopping a 13 ton LAV armoured personnel carrier with her body and losing nothing but clothing.
Justice and Gauntlet were two meatheads, Superhero trainers who were determined to train LJ into tapping the power she demonstrated she could wield during “the incident”, but LJ was determined to mail it in, to half ass her performance until she flunked as a failure and was forgotten.
It almost worked. The organization washed their hands of it, but her obvious relief and casual acceptance of the dismissal set off alarm bells in both Justice and Gauntlet, and the two muscular heroes decided to keep an eye on her.
In a far less happy development, The Crusader and his right wing backers had been studying everything they could find out about Aphrodite gene superheroines and their power belts.
Professor Crane explained the facts to The Crusader.
“The Aphrodite gene holders are all extremely voluptuous, and all driven to prove their superiority to men at every turn. This comes from the source of their power and their weakness. The Aphrodite gene makes these women potentially staggeringly powerful, but that power is based on the constant state of sexual desire they are in. To put it bluntly, a satisfied Aphrodite is almost powerless. One who is edging almost every second she is not in the public eye, one who is on the edge of wetting her little super suit, can probably toss a truck through the nearest building. That sexual tension powers the belt, the belt transforms it into power amplification and you have your mouthy feminist superheroine.”
The Crusader remembered his sexual humiliation, being forced to lick Lillith to orgasm in front of his men, his own power drained from his body, leaving him less than a normal man, let alone the Righteous Fury of the Lord as he was meant to be.
“How do we get the belts off? How do we strip their powers?” The Crusader asked harshly, the memory of his humiliation on what was supposed to be the day of his triumph still galled him.
“Orgasm.” Professor Crane announced. “In the seconds after she orgasms, the connection with the belt is powerless and anyone can remove it. Without it, she is just a very strong woman, perhaps equal to two men or three at most. No match for your power, and indeed able to be overcome by a squad of our Patriarchy guard.” He said with a smile.
The Crusader turned haunted eyes to the Professor. He spoke about the power only he knew about, because it wasn’t visible to those who hadn’t felt its touch.
“She drained me, through her skin. I don’t know how, but she drained my power, my very life force through skin contact. How can we protect ourselves from that?
The Professor smiled. He held up a tube of what looked like oil.
“This is biofilm, it was made for Class 1 clean rooms for the CDC and NASA. It coats the body in a molecule thin layer that allows gas to pass, but nothing larger than a nitrogen molecule. Spray her with this and her skin cannot touch you, even though you can touch her as much as you want.”
The professor smiled. The Crusader snarled.
“I want to do more than touch her. I want to teach her what she is, teach her to serve and fear the patriarchy. I want her to be broken to no more than a pair of tits and three holes for any man to use any time he wants. I want her to be drowning in the jism of a hundred men on national TV so that no woman who has been inspired by her will ever dare raise their eyes or voices against me again!”
The professor reached into his desk and pulled out a box and a bottle. The box was condoms, the bottle, Viagra. The two shared a laugh. The Patriarchy Guard and the Crusader would pay Lillith another visit, and this time, she would be the one broken.
Lillith put on her black long sweater, the shapeless loose garment hid the generous breasts that were her mother’s legacy. The blood of the succubus, the seduction demoness, who through force of will and desire to rise above her monster, had become the Victorian supeheroine Femme Fatalle. The long sleeves were generous enough to fall down and cover her hands, a piece of camouflage and protective measure. The blood of the succubus was strong in Lillith, and her touch could drain a man or woman of life if Lillith was aroused, or even reacting to the lust of the person she touched. Lillith was her mother’s daughter, a monster in denial of monsters.
She shuddered as she heard the animalistic snarling and howling of something beyond a beast, something far more degenerate, far more potent than a mere animal could be. The crash of a heavy fist landing, the gasp of a woman’s pain, the whimper of her desperation. The blood in Lillith boiled, the urge to take what she wanted, to crush opposition, to see fear, desperation, the loss of hope. To stalk and take her prey, to see the light in their eyes die as they surrendered to the inevitable, to the fury of Hyde.
Her father was not a monster in denial, he reveled in his inhumanity, in his elemental lust to destroy, to conquer, to fuck or kill anything that it crossed his mind to take. Hyde had none of Jeckel’s guilt, none of his reserve. Lillith never forgot Jeckel was the name she hid under, but it was Hyde that burned in her blood along with the endless icy hunger of her mother’s blood. Only the thinnest trace of human blood ran in her, a trace she had to power with the belt to pretend to be human, even an enhanced one.
The howl of a woman’s orgasm clawed up Lillith’s spine along with the mad laughter of Hyde and the wet animal sounds of a foot long cock stretching a tight pussy beyond design limits.
The blood of Hyde, the blood of the Succubus roared so loud that Lillith hands shook almost too much to put on her power belt. The enhancement of the power belt turned her sexual frustration into a power source and Lillith ripped the door from its hinges as she raced into the hallway.
“GOD DAMNIT MOM AND DAD, take that shit to the DUNGEON. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THEIR PARENTS DOING THAT!” Lillith roared.
Hyde laughed unrepentantly and slung Femme Fatalle over one shoulder, her mother waved cheerfully as he took her to the dungeon playroom. Soundproofed because Lillith Hyde senses would shame a wolf for acuity.
Pulling a long skirt over her lacy black garter set, Lillith pushed her feet into black slouch boots that had clickers on the bottom to simulate the sounds of the heel’s they didn’t’ have. Part of the disguise, along with slouching, to hide the fact she stood six two in her bare feet, and even without her inhuman genetics, would be muscled like a gymnast or MMA fighter, and moved like a jungle predator when she forgot for a second to pretend to be a meek and forgettable nerd girl.
Today was a Statistics mid term, she didn’t need the parental’s getting frisky in the freaking kitchen. They had been banging each other, him subduing her, her subduing him, in an endless sexual war since the nineteenth century, you would think they would at least learn some control! Lillith was not her father, she was not a monster. She was not her mother either, she hid among humanity, but in no way did she feel one of them. She defended them to protect her hiding place, but she hated them for being so small Lillith had to almost crawl to hide among them.
She had a feeling today was going to be bad. When her vibrator broke, it was a sign from whatever dark and hungry gods watched over her fucked up family that today was not going to be good. At least the mid term would be the worst of it.
Passing into the school, she felt eyes on her. If you weren’t Hyde, you couldn’t tell someone a kilometer away was hunting you. If you weren’t a succubus, you couldn’t tell someone was watching you with eyes full of degrading and predatory lust.
A campus full of creeps, even dressing in a frigging burka wouldn’t keep them from looking at her. Honestly, she hoped one of them tried something. She was so on edge that putting a frat boy rapist through a tree or wall would take some of the edge off. Vibrator. After exam buy a new vibrator. She had been so careful after “the incident” that her hungers were getting to be an issue.
Dropping her bag at the front of the auditorium, she took her place to begin the mid term. She put up her strongest mental shields to block out external sounds, scents, and the psychic pressure of other’s hunger so she could focus on math that was as challenging as it was boring.
In the sprinkler room outside the building, the Crusader and his Patriarchy Army finished draining the sprinkler system’s water and replacing it with the biofilm liquid that would soak into the skin and seal the bitches energy draining where it could no longer steal the Crusader’s power, or that of his minions.
The cameras and directional microphones were already seeded through the hall, it was wired for sound and picture better than most Hollywood sound stages. It wasn’t enough to break the bitch, to break all the uppity university bitches. Crusader’s power had been broken, and he had been forced to lick Lillith’s sex until she came all over his face, on the very cameras he had counted on to show the world his power and message. Instead it showed his humiliation at the hands of a mere woman! He had to show the whole world the supremacy of man, and the simple truth that he, The Crusader, was the Fist of God sent to punish those who dared oppose the rightful order. He was going to fuck her in ways that would shame a dog, then film her broken body kissing his feet and thanking him for doing it. The Crusader didn’t need the Viagra his Patriarchy army was taking right now, but his pockets were filled with the condoms he would be using shortly, and his belt dangled with whips, clamps, sex toys, and cattle prods for the instruction of the unnatural power belted bitch.
Reaching down, he had to adjust his cock again, there wasn’t enough room for his throbbing length in the damned Kevlar shorts. That is good, it would find three nice homes in that uppity little bitch before he gave her to all hundred of his men.
Turning to his men, he smiled and gave the order.
“Have the containment teams move to block the entrances. Initiate sprinkler activation. Get your condoms ready, we are going to be breaking some bitches, and the super bitch hardest of all.”
The men of the Patriarchy laughed like the predators they were. A room full of feral women were about to be broken to proper domestication in front of god and a few million streaming viewers.
She registered with the local Superhero society for testing and training, but with her power belt suppressing her mother’s Succubus blood and her father’s Hyde blood, she tested out as just three times stronger than a normal woman. No one could explain how her physical abilities as tested in the laboratories could account for the film defeat of The Crusader, let alone stopping a 13 ton LAV armoured personnel carrier with her body and losing nothing but clothing.
Justice and Gauntlet were two meatheads, Superhero trainers who were determined to train LJ into tapping the power she demonstrated she could wield during “the incident”, but LJ was determined to mail it in, to half ass her performance until she flunked as a failure and was forgotten.
It almost worked. The organization washed their hands of it, but her obvious relief and casual acceptance of the dismissal set off alarm bells in both Justice and Gauntlet, and the two muscular heroes decided to keep an eye on her.
In a far less happy development, The Crusader and his right wing backers had been studying everything they could find out about Aphrodite gene superheroines and their power belts.
Professor Crane explained the facts to The Crusader.
“The Aphrodite gene holders are all extremely voluptuous, and all driven to prove their superiority to men at every turn. This comes from the source of their power and their weakness. The Aphrodite gene makes these women potentially staggeringly powerful, but that power is based on the constant state of sexual desire they are in. To put it bluntly, a satisfied Aphrodite is almost powerless. One who is edging almost every second she is not in the public eye, one who is on the edge of wetting her little super suit, can probably toss a truck through the nearest building. That sexual tension powers the belt, the belt transforms it into power amplification and you have your mouthy feminist superheroine.”
The Crusader remembered his sexual humiliation, being forced to lick Lillith to orgasm in front of his men, his own power drained from his body, leaving him less than a normal man, let alone the Righteous Fury of the Lord as he was meant to be.
“How do we get the belts off? How do we strip their powers?” The Crusader asked harshly, the memory of his humiliation on what was supposed to be the day of his triumph still galled him.
“Orgasm.” Professor Crane announced. “In the seconds after she orgasms, the connection with the belt is powerless and anyone can remove it. Without it, she is just a very strong woman, perhaps equal to two men or three at most. No match for your power, and indeed able to be overcome by a squad of our Patriarchy guard.” He said with a smile.
The Crusader turned haunted eyes to the Professor. He spoke about the power only he knew about, because it wasn’t visible to those who hadn’t felt its touch.
“She drained me, through her skin. I don’t know how, but she drained my power, my very life force through skin contact. How can we protect ourselves from that?
The Professor smiled. He held up a tube of what looked like oil.
“This is biofilm, it was made for Class 1 clean rooms for the CDC and NASA. It coats the body in a molecule thin layer that allows gas to pass, but nothing larger than a nitrogen molecule. Spray her with this and her skin cannot touch you, even though you can touch her as much as you want.”
The professor smiled. The Crusader snarled.
“I want to do more than touch her. I want to teach her what she is, teach her to serve and fear the patriarchy. I want her to be broken to no more than a pair of tits and three holes for any man to use any time he wants. I want her to be drowning in the jism of a hundred men on national TV so that no woman who has been inspired by her will ever dare raise their eyes or voices against me again!”
The professor reached into his desk and pulled out a box and a bottle. The box was condoms, the bottle, Viagra. The two shared a laugh. The Patriarchy Guard and the Crusader would pay Lillith another visit, and this time, she would be the one broken.
Lillith put on her black long sweater, the shapeless loose garment hid the generous breasts that were her mother’s legacy. The blood of the succubus, the seduction demoness, who through force of will and desire to rise above her monster, had become the Victorian supeheroine Femme Fatalle. The long sleeves were generous enough to fall down and cover her hands, a piece of camouflage and protective measure. The blood of the succubus was strong in Lillith, and her touch could drain a man or woman of life if Lillith was aroused, or even reacting to the lust of the person she touched. Lillith was her mother’s daughter, a monster in denial of monsters.
She shuddered as she heard the animalistic snarling and howling of something beyond a beast, something far more degenerate, far more potent than a mere animal could be. The crash of a heavy fist landing, the gasp of a woman’s pain, the whimper of her desperation. The blood in Lillith boiled, the urge to take what she wanted, to crush opposition, to see fear, desperation, the loss of hope. To stalk and take her prey, to see the light in their eyes die as they surrendered to the inevitable, to the fury of Hyde.
Her father was not a monster in denial, he reveled in his inhumanity, in his elemental lust to destroy, to conquer, to fuck or kill anything that it crossed his mind to take. Hyde had none of Jeckel’s guilt, none of his reserve. Lillith never forgot Jeckel was the name she hid under, but it was Hyde that burned in her blood along with the endless icy hunger of her mother’s blood. Only the thinnest trace of human blood ran in her, a trace she had to power with the belt to pretend to be human, even an enhanced one.
The howl of a woman’s orgasm clawed up Lillith’s spine along with the mad laughter of Hyde and the wet animal sounds of a foot long cock stretching a tight pussy beyond design limits.
The blood of Hyde, the blood of the Succubus roared so loud that Lillith hands shook almost too much to put on her power belt. The enhancement of the power belt turned her sexual frustration into a power source and Lillith ripped the door from its hinges as she raced into the hallway.
“GOD DAMNIT MOM AND DAD, take that shit to the DUNGEON. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THEIR PARENTS DOING THAT!” Lillith roared.
Hyde laughed unrepentantly and slung Femme Fatalle over one shoulder, her mother waved cheerfully as he took her to the dungeon playroom. Soundproofed because Lillith Hyde senses would shame a wolf for acuity.
Pulling a long skirt over her lacy black garter set, Lillith pushed her feet into black slouch boots that had clickers on the bottom to simulate the sounds of the heel’s they didn’t’ have. Part of the disguise, along with slouching, to hide the fact she stood six two in her bare feet, and even without her inhuman genetics, would be muscled like a gymnast or MMA fighter, and moved like a jungle predator when she forgot for a second to pretend to be a meek and forgettable nerd girl.
Today was a Statistics mid term, she didn’t need the parental’s getting frisky in the freaking kitchen. They had been banging each other, him subduing her, her subduing him, in an endless sexual war since the nineteenth century, you would think they would at least learn some control! Lillith was not her father, she was not a monster. She was not her mother either, she hid among humanity, but in no way did she feel one of them. She defended them to protect her hiding place, but she hated them for being so small Lillith had to almost crawl to hide among them.
She had a feeling today was going to be bad. When her vibrator broke, it was a sign from whatever dark and hungry gods watched over her fucked up family that today was not going to be good. At least the mid term would be the worst of it.
Passing into the school, she felt eyes on her. If you weren’t Hyde, you couldn’t tell someone a kilometer away was hunting you. If you weren’t a succubus, you couldn’t tell someone was watching you with eyes full of degrading and predatory lust.
A campus full of creeps, even dressing in a frigging burka wouldn’t keep them from looking at her. Honestly, she hoped one of them tried something. She was so on edge that putting a frat boy rapist through a tree or wall would take some of the edge off. Vibrator. After exam buy a new vibrator. She had been so careful after “the incident” that her hungers were getting to be an issue.
Dropping her bag at the front of the auditorium, she took her place to begin the mid term. She put up her strongest mental shields to block out external sounds, scents, and the psychic pressure of other’s hunger so she could focus on math that was as challenging as it was boring.
In the sprinkler room outside the building, the Crusader and his Patriarchy Army finished draining the sprinkler system’s water and replacing it with the biofilm liquid that would soak into the skin and seal the bitches energy draining where it could no longer steal the Crusader’s power, or that of his minions.
The cameras and directional microphones were already seeded through the hall, it was wired for sound and picture better than most Hollywood sound stages. It wasn’t enough to break the bitch, to break all the uppity university bitches. Crusader’s power had been broken, and he had been forced to lick Lillith’s sex until she came all over his face, on the very cameras he had counted on to show the world his power and message. Instead it showed his humiliation at the hands of a mere woman! He had to show the whole world the supremacy of man, and the simple truth that he, The Crusader, was the Fist of God sent to punish those who dared oppose the rightful order. He was going to fuck her in ways that would shame a dog, then film her broken body kissing his feet and thanking him for doing it. The Crusader didn’t need the Viagra his Patriarchy army was taking right now, but his pockets were filled with the condoms he would be using shortly, and his belt dangled with whips, clamps, sex toys, and cattle prods for the instruction of the unnatural power belted bitch.
Reaching down, he had to adjust his cock again, there wasn’t enough room for his throbbing length in the damned Kevlar shorts. That is good, it would find three nice homes in that uppity little bitch before he gave her to all hundred of his men.
Turning to his men, he smiled and gave the order.
“Have the containment teams move to block the entrances. Initiate sprinkler activation. Get your condoms ready, we are going to be breaking some bitches, and the super bitch hardest of all.”
The men of the Patriarchy laughed like the predators they were. A room full of feral women were about to be broken to proper domestication in front of god and a few million streaming viewers.
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LJ pinched her thighs together. The math of the exam was enough to distract her mind, but the neglected needs of her body, left incomplete with the vibrators earlier demise, were becoming a serious distraction. She spent all the energy she had left from the exam shutting out her enhanced senses and body awareness. She needed to stick this exam. Boosting your GPA when you were already a 3.96 was almost impossible, so almost perfect was not enough.
It is perhaps forgivable that she took 3.2 seconds to process the fire alarm and sprinkler activation. Her senses were on ignore, but the instincts of a Hyde would catch the first taste of fire, like the smell of poison or explosives, no matter the level of distraction. The fire alarm and sprinkler activation without any sound of internal alarm switches or any scent of fire caused her that small 3.2 seconds of disconnect.
In that time, biofilm laced water was already descending from the sprinklers. If she moved then at full speed, she could have made it free, but so deep was her need to hide among the herd, to pretend to be just human, if minimally enhanced by a power belt that barely made her super, that she prioritized pretending to be normal over making her escape.
To compound things, she used what reaction speed she had to rip the gum from the student in the next seat’s mouth and use it to affix her test paper to the bottom of the examination desk. Rather than escape, she preserved her mid term exam paper. This would be one more mistake than she was allowed.
The doors boomed open, and Crusader appeared.
Lillith shot to her feet, wiping the slimy water from her eyes to clear them as The Crusader stood in the doorway and summoned his flaming sword and crown. With a gesture, his flames cut across the exam hall and burned a cross into the wall where the exam proctor guarded everyone’s bags and bellowed his challenge.
“Unnatural female, for the crime of defying God and his chosen Crusader, you will be taught your place today in front of the whole world. You and then the other women here will see a woman’s place, you will learn under the hands and cock of your Master, The Crusader, before I turn you over to my Patriarchy Army to learn that even superheroines are beneath the boots of even common men.”
On cue, the other doors kicked in and the Patriarchy Army goons with submachine guns moved to cover the students from all sides.
LJ looked, there was no way she could get to all of the submachine gun holders before they fired. They were not targeting her, the laser sights painted red dots on the bodies of the other students. Mouth open in a feral snarl, she felt the rage boil up inside her. All she wanted was to be left alone, she didn’t want to be a heroine. She didn’t want to be a monster. She wanted to write her test and go home!
The Crusader grabbed the nearest girl, and held her in the air by her neck.
“On your knees to be bound, witch, or I will begin killing these other feral females before I discipline you. You will end the same, but you can save their lives at least.”
LJ felt the hunger of her blood rouse. Her mother’s blood remembered the taste of Crusader’s power. She had almost consumed his whole life force out of the awakened desire in their last battle. He had hurt her and in response she had used the skin to skin contact to drink his power almost dry to heal and empower herself. If he wanted to make her submit, the fool was begging to be drained like a juice box. Fine. You want the monster? You get her.
Lillith’s face was cold as a marble statue as she stood, and then carefully knelt, hands knitted behind her in her hair, and ankles crossed. The Patriarchy Goons took the time to place massive manacles connected with tow cables on her hands and feet. LJ felt a stir of reaction as she could feel the life in them but only faintly. She wasn’t scared, as she didn’t try to drink from the minions yet. The Crusader must be neutralized first. She must be the only focus of the Patriarchy Army before she could act to save the other students. Her mother’s stories were very clear on the fate of captured superheroines, and why doing it to a succubus was how she got her name Femme Fatalle.
“Bind her to the desk, her destruction commences. Make sure the lighting is perfect. I want the cameras to record the moment she surrenders to her base nature, and I strip that unnatural power belt from her.” The Crusader laughed.
LJ’s eyes flew wide. That could be bad. If he knew how to depower an Aphrodite through sexual release to remove the power belt, he ran the risk of removing all trace of Lilliths human self, and leaving one of her monster natures in ascendence. The Succubus might kill, Hyde would paint the walls in blood and entrails, laughing all the while.
The fear in her eyes shattered her mask and she began to struggle. She was stronger than the mere mortal men, but when Crusader grabbed her arms and slammed them to the table, allowing her to be bound, she was shocked to find she could feel the power in his flesh where it touched hers, but she COULD NOT REACH IT!”
Not knowing about the biofilm, she didn’t know her skin was coated with a molecule thin layer of absolute protection, already drying to a perfect skin tight layer.
“Cut the bitches clothes off. I want the world to see their so called superheroines are nothing more than sluts designed for the pleasure of men. If a woman is designed to please a man, than a superheroine is designed to please an army, AND I BROUGHT ONE!”
The Crusader laughed and his men grabbed their crotches and wagged their tongues at her suggestively as they prepared for the gang rape and beating they had planned for her breaking. Worse, the Crusader pulled out a huge white vibrator, looking like someone took her magic wand and ran it through a supervillain enhancement gadget lab. Holy crap, what a bad morning for her own to crap out. She could feel her sex swelling with need right now. She wanted to escape, but she wanted release more!!
“You won’t get away with this, there are other heroes, they will stop me.” LJ hated the weakness in her voice as her defiance edged towards pleading, but with her power not allowing her to drain any of the men cutting her clothes off, pinching her nipples, fingering her dampening cunt, slapping her face, choking her throat, and even fastening cruel nipple clamps on a chain to her now engorged nipples, her inability to use her Succubus powers was edging her towards her worst fear. Not rape; Hyde.
The Crusader laughed cruelly as he grabbed the chain between her nipple rings and yanked, stretching her huge breasts up. At the same time, he brought the vibrator down oh her clit, powering it up to high. Lillith screamed, the combination of pleasure and pain setting off every submissive succubus circuit in her brain and body, hunger to take the sexual power being raised from all the men she could sense but somehow not touch around her clawed at her control, at her sanity. She could feel the Crusaders dominance, and that made the human and the succubus both howl in frustrated need. So long spent supressing herself in self hatred had left her vulnerable to someone who promised to strip that control from her, to let Atlas shrug, and set the world down.
The Crusader worked her clit and her nipples together, edging her again and again. He was going to make her cum, but when he chose not her.
“Look at it, the superheroine. Nothing but a set of tits and three holes to be used by any man who knows its nature. Look at her, she knows when she cums I will strip her belt and her powers away, she knows when I do I will rape her. Every man here will rape her. She knows this, and she begs me for it!”
The Crusader laughed as he pulled the vibrator off Lillith’s clit, and with a groan, she arched her back, striving to chase the vibrator as he withdrew it, trying to get the promised orgasm at any cost.
“Beg me bitch, beg me to strip your powers, to strip your pride, to strip your freedom, strip your dignity. To train you to be nothing more than three holes and a set of tits for any man who wants you!” The Crusader demanded, using his flame power to burn her skin here and there, using pain to back her off the edge, then the vibrator to bring her to it again. Training the animal that pleasure and pain come from the Master’s will alone.
LJ broke. A part of her silently knew it was wrong, but a lifetime of suppression was against her, and she had been spread too thin before the exam, she had so little control left. She was tired of fighting her twin natures. She begged.
“Please let me cum, please, I am begging you!” Lillith begged.
The goons of the Patriarchy army were already fitting condoms on their cocks, none of them needing any help getting erect thanks to the show and the magic of the Viagra they had all taken.
“Say you are nothing but a set of tits and three holes for any man to use, and you will cum. Beg me to take your belt and make you a proper whore, and I will let you cum. BEG ME SUPERBITCH!” The Crusader roared, taking a cattle prod and shocking her stomach, then pressing the vibrator back to her clit as the spasm of pain met the spasm of pleasure in her core.
LJ screamed. “I am a set of tits and three holes for any man. Take my belt, take my pride, take me, just please god let me CUM!”
The Crusader rammed the stainless steel plug he had set out lubed beside him on the desk into her tight ass as she arched off the table towards the retreating vibrator. Using his super strength to hold her in the arch, he rammed the ass stretching steel plug deep in her rectum in one painful thrust, as he brought the vibrator down on her clit and pressed it home.
Lillith came so hard she gushed. The Crusader dropped the vibrator and took hold of the golden power belt that was all she wore at the moment, and then took his hand off her ass.
The belt stayed in his hand, Lillth fell to the table, her power belt enhanced humanity now stripped from her.
The Crusader turned to the camera, and tossed her belt aside. He undid his own slowly, and pulled most of a foot of hard cock out. He worked a condom onto it.
“Look at your superheroine, your superior female. Nothing but a slut waiting, no, begging to be used. Not to worry slut, your skin is coated with a little something to keep you from draining anything but our balls. We will all be using safe sex with your energy stealing ass today. Don’t worry though, you will get to drink all the sperm from the condoms when we finish.
It is a good thing your body isn’t just human. I wonder if any normal woman could take what is in store for you.”
Crusader worked his cock into her mouth, pulling her head back over the end of the table so he was thrusting down her throat directly, his balls slapping into her eyes. He grabbed the chain between her nipple rings and made her scream around his thrusting cock as he yanked until the clamps stretched her nipples until a normal woman would have torn. The Crusader felt Lilliths tongue reach out and lap at his balls in perfect submission.
He laughed, but Lillith’s tongue was not coated, and Crusader’s balls were not protected by a condom. She drank only enough power to hold on to the edge of sanity. Could she hold out, could she stay human through the degradation they had planned, or would Hyde come out, her greatest fear made whole in her flesh?
She felt Crusader stiffen, and his balls pulsed again and again. God help her, Lillith came again as Crusader came in her mouth, caught by the condom. She groaned, needing the taste of what she was denied.
Laughing, the Crusader pulled the condom off, then turned her face to the camera, and drained it into her mouth.
“Suck it all, superslut. Show the world what a cum guzzling whore you were born to be.” Crusader laughed, and Lillith cried as she sucked every last bit of cum out of the condom. Already she felt others yanking her head back, and another condom covered cock like up at her pussy. Her control was slipping, her need to feed was frustrated by the biofilm, but the Succubus was fully in control, sex was her power, her pleasure, her feed, and she was insane with a need they were letting her almost touch. As long as they did, the Succubus wouldn’t let LJ be anything but the sex starved animal they were preparing to train on camera.
God help her, she was loving it.
It is perhaps forgivable that she took 3.2 seconds to process the fire alarm and sprinkler activation. Her senses were on ignore, but the instincts of a Hyde would catch the first taste of fire, like the smell of poison or explosives, no matter the level of distraction. The fire alarm and sprinkler activation without any sound of internal alarm switches or any scent of fire caused her that small 3.2 seconds of disconnect.
In that time, biofilm laced water was already descending from the sprinklers. If she moved then at full speed, she could have made it free, but so deep was her need to hide among the herd, to pretend to be just human, if minimally enhanced by a power belt that barely made her super, that she prioritized pretending to be normal over making her escape.
To compound things, she used what reaction speed she had to rip the gum from the student in the next seat’s mouth and use it to affix her test paper to the bottom of the examination desk. Rather than escape, she preserved her mid term exam paper. This would be one more mistake than she was allowed.
The doors boomed open, and Crusader appeared.
Lillith shot to her feet, wiping the slimy water from her eyes to clear them as The Crusader stood in the doorway and summoned his flaming sword and crown. With a gesture, his flames cut across the exam hall and burned a cross into the wall where the exam proctor guarded everyone’s bags and bellowed his challenge.
“Unnatural female, for the crime of defying God and his chosen Crusader, you will be taught your place today in front of the whole world. You and then the other women here will see a woman’s place, you will learn under the hands and cock of your Master, The Crusader, before I turn you over to my Patriarchy Army to learn that even superheroines are beneath the boots of even common men.”
On cue, the other doors kicked in and the Patriarchy Army goons with submachine guns moved to cover the students from all sides.
LJ looked, there was no way she could get to all of the submachine gun holders before they fired. They were not targeting her, the laser sights painted red dots on the bodies of the other students. Mouth open in a feral snarl, she felt the rage boil up inside her. All she wanted was to be left alone, she didn’t want to be a heroine. She didn’t want to be a monster. She wanted to write her test and go home!
The Crusader grabbed the nearest girl, and held her in the air by her neck.
“On your knees to be bound, witch, or I will begin killing these other feral females before I discipline you. You will end the same, but you can save their lives at least.”
LJ felt the hunger of her blood rouse. Her mother’s blood remembered the taste of Crusader’s power. She had almost consumed his whole life force out of the awakened desire in their last battle. He had hurt her and in response she had used the skin to skin contact to drink his power almost dry to heal and empower herself. If he wanted to make her submit, the fool was begging to be drained like a juice box. Fine. You want the monster? You get her.
Lillith’s face was cold as a marble statue as she stood, and then carefully knelt, hands knitted behind her in her hair, and ankles crossed. The Patriarchy Goons took the time to place massive manacles connected with tow cables on her hands and feet. LJ felt a stir of reaction as she could feel the life in them but only faintly. She wasn’t scared, as she didn’t try to drink from the minions yet. The Crusader must be neutralized first. She must be the only focus of the Patriarchy Army before she could act to save the other students. Her mother’s stories were very clear on the fate of captured superheroines, and why doing it to a succubus was how she got her name Femme Fatalle.
“Bind her to the desk, her destruction commences. Make sure the lighting is perfect. I want the cameras to record the moment she surrenders to her base nature, and I strip that unnatural power belt from her.” The Crusader laughed.
LJ’s eyes flew wide. That could be bad. If he knew how to depower an Aphrodite through sexual release to remove the power belt, he ran the risk of removing all trace of Lilliths human self, and leaving one of her monster natures in ascendence. The Succubus might kill, Hyde would paint the walls in blood and entrails, laughing all the while.
The fear in her eyes shattered her mask and she began to struggle. She was stronger than the mere mortal men, but when Crusader grabbed her arms and slammed them to the table, allowing her to be bound, she was shocked to find she could feel the power in his flesh where it touched hers, but she COULD NOT REACH IT!”
Not knowing about the biofilm, she didn’t know her skin was coated with a molecule thin layer of absolute protection, already drying to a perfect skin tight layer.
“Cut the bitches clothes off. I want the world to see their so called superheroines are nothing more than sluts designed for the pleasure of men. If a woman is designed to please a man, than a superheroine is designed to please an army, AND I BROUGHT ONE!”
The Crusader laughed and his men grabbed their crotches and wagged their tongues at her suggestively as they prepared for the gang rape and beating they had planned for her breaking. Worse, the Crusader pulled out a huge white vibrator, looking like someone took her magic wand and ran it through a supervillain enhancement gadget lab. Holy crap, what a bad morning for her own to crap out. She could feel her sex swelling with need right now. She wanted to escape, but she wanted release more!!
“You won’t get away with this, there are other heroes, they will stop me.” LJ hated the weakness in her voice as her defiance edged towards pleading, but with her power not allowing her to drain any of the men cutting her clothes off, pinching her nipples, fingering her dampening cunt, slapping her face, choking her throat, and even fastening cruel nipple clamps on a chain to her now engorged nipples, her inability to use her Succubus powers was edging her towards her worst fear. Not rape; Hyde.
The Crusader laughed cruelly as he grabbed the chain between her nipple rings and yanked, stretching her huge breasts up. At the same time, he brought the vibrator down oh her clit, powering it up to high. Lillith screamed, the combination of pleasure and pain setting off every submissive succubus circuit in her brain and body, hunger to take the sexual power being raised from all the men she could sense but somehow not touch around her clawed at her control, at her sanity. She could feel the Crusaders dominance, and that made the human and the succubus both howl in frustrated need. So long spent supressing herself in self hatred had left her vulnerable to someone who promised to strip that control from her, to let Atlas shrug, and set the world down.
The Crusader worked her clit and her nipples together, edging her again and again. He was going to make her cum, but when he chose not her.
“Look at it, the superheroine. Nothing but a set of tits and three holes to be used by any man who knows its nature. Look at her, she knows when she cums I will strip her belt and her powers away, she knows when I do I will rape her. Every man here will rape her. She knows this, and she begs me for it!”
The Crusader laughed as he pulled the vibrator off Lillith’s clit, and with a groan, she arched her back, striving to chase the vibrator as he withdrew it, trying to get the promised orgasm at any cost.
“Beg me bitch, beg me to strip your powers, to strip your pride, to strip your freedom, strip your dignity. To train you to be nothing more than three holes and a set of tits for any man who wants you!” The Crusader demanded, using his flame power to burn her skin here and there, using pain to back her off the edge, then the vibrator to bring her to it again. Training the animal that pleasure and pain come from the Master’s will alone.
LJ broke. A part of her silently knew it was wrong, but a lifetime of suppression was against her, and she had been spread too thin before the exam, she had so little control left. She was tired of fighting her twin natures. She begged.
“Please let me cum, please, I am begging you!” Lillith begged.
The goons of the Patriarchy army were already fitting condoms on their cocks, none of them needing any help getting erect thanks to the show and the magic of the Viagra they had all taken.
“Say you are nothing but a set of tits and three holes for any man to use, and you will cum. Beg me to take your belt and make you a proper whore, and I will let you cum. BEG ME SUPERBITCH!” The Crusader roared, taking a cattle prod and shocking her stomach, then pressing the vibrator back to her clit as the spasm of pain met the spasm of pleasure in her core.
LJ screamed. “I am a set of tits and three holes for any man. Take my belt, take my pride, take me, just please god let me CUM!”
The Crusader rammed the stainless steel plug he had set out lubed beside him on the desk into her tight ass as she arched off the table towards the retreating vibrator. Using his super strength to hold her in the arch, he rammed the ass stretching steel plug deep in her rectum in one painful thrust, as he brought the vibrator down on her clit and pressed it home.
Lillith came so hard she gushed. The Crusader dropped the vibrator and took hold of the golden power belt that was all she wore at the moment, and then took his hand off her ass.
The belt stayed in his hand, Lillth fell to the table, her power belt enhanced humanity now stripped from her.
The Crusader turned to the camera, and tossed her belt aside. He undid his own slowly, and pulled most of a foot of hard cock out. He worked a condom onto it.
“Look at your superheroine, your superior female. Nothing but a slut waiting, no, begging to be used. Not to worry slut, your skin is coated with a little something to keep you from draining anything but our balls. We will all be using safe sex with your energy stealing ass today. Don’t worry though, you will get to drink all the sperm from the condoms when we finish.
It is a good thing your body isn’t just human. I wonder if any normal woman could take what is in store for you.”
Crusader worked his cock into her mouth, pulling her head back over the end of the table so he was thrusting down her throat directly, his balls slapping into her eyes. He grabbed the chain between her nipple rings and made her scream around his thrusting cock as he yanked until the clamps stretched her nipples until a normal woman would have torn. The Crusader felt Lilliths tongue reach out and lap at his balls in perfect submission.
He laughed, but Lillith’s tongue was not coated, and Crusader’s balls were not protected by a condom. She drank only enough power to hold on to the edge of sanity. Could she hold out, could she stay human through the degradation they had planned, or would Hyde come out, her greatest fear made whole in her flesh?
She felt Crusader stiffen, and his balls pulsed again and again. God help her, Lillith came again as Crusader came in her mouth, caught by the condom. She groaned, needing the taste of what she was denied.
Laughing, the Crusader pulled the condom off, then turned her face to the camera, and drained it into her mouth.
“Suck it all, superslut. Show the world what a cum guzzling whore you were born to be.” Crusader laughed, and Lillith cried as she sucked every last bit of cum out of the condom. Already she felt others yanking her head back, and another condom covered cock like up at her pussy. Her control was slipping, her need to feed was frustrated by the biofilm, but the Succubus was fully in control, sex was her power, her pleasure, her feed, and she was insane with a need they were letting her almost touch. As long as they did, the Succubus wouldn’t let LJ be anything but the sex starved animal they were preparing to train on camera.
God help her, she was loving it.
You have created quite the character. Well done! I really look forward to reading other installments especially because I well know the revenge her Hyde nature will take on those asshats once they let up on her insatiable sexual desire even for a moment. I do worry about those two superhero meatheads Justice and Gauntlet though. No I didn't forget about them. I hope that doesn't spoil anything because I still have no clue what's going to happen with or to them.
Clearly you've been at this writing gig for a while. Great stuff!
Clearly you've been at this writing gig for a while. Great stuff!
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Justice and Gauntlet raced towards the campus at a speed that belonged on Formula 1 racetracks. Justice moved with superhuman agility and danced between cars like a leaf on the wind. Gauntlet punched walls and kicked off against parked cars like a self directing wrecking ball to match the pace of his partner with power rather than agility. One of their trainees, a girl with potential but so little power at her conscious command that the Special Branch that trained, directed, and covered for the actions of the state sponsored heroes had determined she was not worth wasting time training, was currently being gang raped on live stream. There were about eighty hostages and about two full platoons of heavily armed assailants, and a supervillain whose power had not been fully scoped. Two schools of thought in analysis were in deadlock. Observed power levels of his strikes matched those of Omega class, literally walking strategic weapons. He got his ass kicked, and indeed was full on punked by a totally untrained superheroine whose tested power performance was just beyond that of a male Olympic athlete (if someone competed in unlimited class powerlifting, sprinting, gymnastics, and marathon), but at the extreme low end of superhuman.
The problem Justice and Gauntlet had is that they were both troubled by the fact that Lillith always seemed to just fail every assessment. No matter where the bar was set, she almost met it. It was almost like she had enough control to adjust her output to always be just below the requirement. Even an experienced hero deliberately faking their test results usually showed a few seconds of true performance before successfully masking again. If that was true, then Crusader was not just a dangerous misogynist rapist with a room full of potential victims, but an Omega Class threat that a full team should be dispatched to face.
Justice mind was split between plotting their course and raging as his student, a quiet shy little girl who only wanted to be left in peace was being gang raped and tortured on camera. He was going to have to work hard not to kill anyone when they got there. Heroes don’t kill, but sometimes it seemed like they should.
Gauntlet’s mind was split between trying not to hit any occupied vehicles, and working out what would have to happen when they hit the exam theater. There were too many hostages, but the gang rape had served to draw almost all the guards to the atrocity, and left only a handful armed and guarding the hostages. Take out the guards, get the hostages out, then turn that rapist piece of crap into wall paste. He was supposed to be really tough, he would almost certainly survive.
In the exam theater, Lillith was barely holding on to her sanity. Humanity was the thin line of light between the cold empty darkness of the Succubus hunger, and the raging blood red fury of Hyde.
Crusader rammed his cock into Lillth’s asshole, her Succubus blood reaching out to drain her assailant of life and power to heal herself, but the biofilm and his condom prevented it. The pleasure of the assault empowered her Succubus blood to ascend, even as its frustrated hunger clawed at her sanity. At the same time Crusader rammed a cattle prod into her vagina and triggered it. She screamed around the cock in her mouth and spasmed. The spasms caused Crusader to empty his balls into her ass, or into the condom over his cock. The pain caused her Hyde blood to rise, almost forcing itself into control, the control she would not be able to take back, only the chance of one of the Patriarchy guards sucking on her nipple and rubbing her clit to force another humiliating orgasm from her at her own degradation allowed her Succubus blood and thin layer of remaining humanity to deny Hyde’s ascendence.
Crusader tossed his minion aside roughly, and forced his hand into her mouth. He held her mouth open and drained his condom into her mouth, forcing her to swallow the hundredth load from her assailants. In his post orgasmic bliss and gloating arrogance, he thought her ardent sucking of his cum covered fingers was a sign of her surrender, not noticing the inside of her mouth, not being coated with the biofilm that blocked her absorption, allowed her to drink just a little of his power through his fingers, and give her enough strength to hold on.
Justice slotted behind Gauntlet as they approached the doors. Entry was what Gauntlet did, and Justice left him to it. Gauntlet blasted through the doors and the two guards posted at it and blasted out with both fists to pin two others at the back door to the walls with the telekinetic punches thrown by his enhancement gauntlets. Justice stopped in the doorway and screamed out.
Justice stopped in the doorway and screamed out. “Light of Justice!” As he did, a light brighter than any flashbang went off and blinded everyone in the room except Gauntlet who had both arms over his face, and Crusader whose fiery crown absorbed the energy, as it did all energy directed at him, without any effect.
Crusader laughed. “You come to save your little hero bitch? She will pay for it. Patriarchy Guard!” Crusader commanded. “Torture the bitch until these two surrender or die. Let them see what she suffers for their interference. Let her see what happens to those who stand in my way.”
Gauntlet hammered two kinetic punches at Crusader, but something ate them before they struck. In return Crusader lanced out with a sword of fire and only his crossed gauntlets were able to stop the blow from bisecting his torso. Even so the force put him into the wall hard enough to drop him to the ground stunned.
The Patriarchy Guards laughed and closed on Lillith with their cattle prods. One already in her vagina was triggered, and another was rammed into her anus. Two more grounded in her nipples and they laughing men triggered shock after shock, enough pain to kill a dozen cattle or two dozen humans lanced into her. They left her mouth free to scream, and what tore from her mouth was inhuman in its agony.
Justice closed faster than sound, but his swinging fist met only a crossing block from the smiling Crusader. A foot sweep took the speedster off his feet and a crushing blow to his back put Justice into the ground with the force of a falling anvil.
Picking up Justice like a limp sack of potatoes, Crusader used him like a club to smash Gauntlet into the ground, before he reached out and ripped the powerful foci off Gauntlets arms, and tossed them away. Laughing in triumph, The Crusader roared out his victory.
“Do you see, super slut? No one can save you. You are nothing but a toy for me to amuse myself with, and throw to my men when I am done. Accept your place, and beg my forgiveness. I may allow you to live.”
Behind him, the howls changed, became something far less human. The Crusader smiled cruelly as he imagined the last scraps of her humanity stripped away, and the proud woman reduced to nothing but an animal to be trained by superior men.
He was almost right.
Lillith writhed in pain with no pleasure. Just pain, pain, pain to call on Hyde and nothing to feed the Succubus. There was fear, fear that Justice and Gauntlet would be killed in front of her eyes, and there was rage. So much rage.
For her entire life, the child of two monsters pretended to be human. For her entire life Lillith Jeckel hated her Succubus blood and feared her Hyde blood. She clung to the thin fragment of humanity that tried to balance the two against each other. But now that humanity rebelled.
Now that thin scrap of humanity did not strive to hold back Hyde, did not strive to keep the Succubus asleep. Now that thin scrap of humanity that was all Lillith had for sanity screamed in despair and reached out for any power that could make this stop. Lillith reached out, and dragged Hyde into the light.
Her flesh tore, her bones broke. The cattleprods in her ass and vagina shot out as her body reshaped itself. The manacles on her wrists and ankles that were rated to tow tanks snaped like rave glowsticks and bounced off the walls with the force of their shattering.
Lillith began laughing. Not a human sound. Like the mad cackle of a hyena, like the roar of an incoming tsunami, she laughed a primal laugh of a wolverine fallen into a nest of blind baby bunnies and no exits.
Her body swelled, growing massive, thickly muscled, taller, brutish in form no matter how tall, looking almost squat with the thick heavy slabs of muscle. A wide white grin that would shame a wolf split a face almost too angelic to surmount such a beast. Her breasts were now enormous, her nipples erect and excited as some cartoon porn creation. Her sex open and hungry with a lust that combined blood and worse.
Lillith reached out and grabbed two Patriarchy Guard and smashed them together. With a wet broken sound they both fell. A third emptied his submachine gun into her naked back in a single long trigger pull. Lillith spun, letting the bullets stitch a line across her back, and belly as she reached out and dragged the gunman in for a kiss.
Her new body having expanded beyond the limits of the biofilm, her Succubus blood could finally sate the hunger driven beyond all reason, and she drained the life from the soldier like draining a shot glass. He fell in a coma that would take weeks, if not months to resolve, but the power flooding into Lillith allowed her Succubus blood to transform her as Hyde’s blood had.
Wings broke forth from her back, and a tail. Her brutish body extended, becoming taller, becoming leaner. Where a beast had stood before, now towered a dark and angry goddess. The mad rage of Hyde, the endless hunger of the Succubus, and the soul deep anger of Lillth Jeckel spoke for the first time as one being.
“Oh Crusader, enough foreplay. Now I am going to make you my bitch.” She laughed as she came for him.
Crusader called upon his men. “KILL HER!”
Those that could directed weapons at her, and everything from .50 caliber antimaterial rifles, through squad automatic machine guns roared at her. She tossed desks and broken Patriarchy guards at the shooters with casual unconcern.
Running her hands over her breasts, down her belly, stroking her sex, she cooed as she slowly, languidly stalked towards the Crusader.
“Oh I have such an appetite. I am going to hurt you, then heal you, so I can hurt you some more. I am going to make you love me, then break you. Then heal you and make you love me again, just so I can break you again. Before I am done, you will beg me to hurt you, you will live only to be hurt by me, imagine no pleasure greater than being hurt by me. You will be broken so badly you will crawl on your belly before any woman and beg her to inflict even the shadow of what I am about to do to you.”
Lillith wasn’t sane, wasn’t human, and did not care.
The Crusader called forth his sword of fire, called upon his Shield of Light, and his Crown of Glory and went to war.
“I am the Fist of God, and I will bring you to your knees Jezebell!” The Crusader roared as he charged.
Lillith slapped his sword wrist with one wing, caught his leading leg with her tail, and spun behind him as he passed through the space she used to occupy. Her clawed hands struck, not at his flesh, but at his holy mantle. She ripped it off, revealing his muscled torso and shorts.
“Is it my birthday? Is it time to unwrap presents? I love unwrapping presents!” Lillith laughed and clapped, taking up another Patriarchy Guard and kissing to drain him of almost all his life in a single kiss. Tossing him aside like a used condom she faced the angry Crusader.
“Unnatural witch, I am the Fist of God, I am the Crusader and you will kneel before me!” The Crusader swore, charging behind sword and shield, a corona of power wrapped him and shone like a captive sun.
Lillith wrapped herself in the darkness of the Succubus, but when the Crusader charged home, sword raised for the kill stroke he faced a shock. Wings flapping and legs uncoiling, Lillth struck with the speed and fury of Hyde and punched the shining shield of the Crusader back into his chest with the combined force of two charging freight trains. The Crusader had the augmentation that drove his body beyond all human limits, but it was artificial. Lillith was a child of the Succubus, was a child of Hyde. What she was, she was. Her body was hers, had always been within her. It was the realization of everything she had ever felt inside her, a power she knew from fighting to contain it every single day. She wasn’t fighting against it anymore, and it had never been anything but part of her.
She was smoother. He thought and struck, she simply moved. He called forth power and blasted, she simply struck. He struck or grappled, she simply flowed around him, caressing and leaching strength where he moved past her, hammering into and through his flesh with blows harder than tank main gun strikes where he moved against her.
He felt fear touch him at last. Each exchange left him wounded, weaker. Each exchange left her stronger, and more healed. She hurt him and he cried out in agony, he hurt her and she came so hard it sprayed down her legs, laughing as she rode that joy into another attack against him.
He drew his sword for a thrust to her heart as she closed, but she fell backwards and guided him over her. Rolling on top of him she pinned his arms above his head. Her breasts pressed into his face and she mothered him in her pale white perfect breast flesh.
Lust and helplessness rolled up in him. He bucked but she rode him laughing. She slapped his face again and again with her breasts, each touch caused lust to spike higher, and a strange feeling of submissive hunger at how easily she mastered him fought with his righteous rage.
“Suck me, you little bitch. I know you know how, I taught you last time!” Lillith laughed as she directed one of her breasts to his mouth. Crusader knew he should bite her, should punish her, should deny her, but his mouth fastened on her breast and he suckled like she was his first woman, like she was his last woman, like she was the only woman in the world.
He could feel his power leaching away into her, and she laughed as he sucked her breast as she sucked him dry. As he began to lose himself to lust she broke her own spell by pinning both of his hands in one of hers and taking up his sword in the other.
“Fist of God you said, well I will be your god, and there will be fisting.” Lillith smiled with cruelty that hell would flinch before, and rammed the Crusaders sword through both his hands and into the floor.
“Glory glory hallelujah, you are crucified. Isn’t that what you were after Crusader?” Lillith laughed.
Yanking off his shorts, she looked at the raging hard on that was before her and laughed again.
“Glory be to me, He is Risen!” Lillth laughed and raised both Crusaders legs, pinning his knees to his chest with her wings. Taking his cock in one hand, she began to suck his cock like it was the finest popsicle ever made, and as he rolled back his head, she began to work a finger into his ass.
Then two, he began to beg, to plead. Three fingers, then four. He came in her mouth, but she kept sucking. She worked her fist into his ass, and pulled her mouth off his cock, leaving it rock hard and jutting skyward.
Pumping his ass with her massive fist she demanded of him, as he had demanded of her earlier.
"Tell me you are just a worthless piece of ass, a bitch who begs to be taken by anyone. A bitch who begs to be beaten, to be spat on, a worthless little cumrag who begs only to be punished." She demanded.
The Crusaders inhuman vitality worked against him. He could take it, he could take the punishment that would have killed any other man. What he could not take was the jets of cum shooting out of his cock. He was being used as her bitch and loving it.
“YES,” he roared. “I am your bitch, I am any woman’s bitch. I am a cum rag, a pain slut, please hurt me, please use me, please fuck my ass!” Crusader screamed and came, and came, and came until he passed out. Too drained of life, drained of fight, drained of purpose and dignity. He was broken so deeply that he could never summon his power again. Broken so deeply in fact they had to make sure no female guards worked his prison wing or he would beg on his belly for them to beat him.
Lillith stopped before killing him, but the damage she had taken was too much, the power she had burning in her was too much, the hunger inside her was too much. There were so many students here, just little sacks of hunger and want that she could take, could slake her hunger with. She could use then to death, or leave them slaves to her desires for life, it would be so easy! Why shouldn’t she?
She wasn’t human, she was done pretending to be. Why should she stop?
Justice and Gauntlet picked themselves up and began to usher the students from the room, before zip tying Patriarchy Guard’s hands and feet. They put some sort of manacles on the broken, gaping assed Crusader as Lillth stood in panting sexual and killing frenzy, trying to hold in the rampage that needed to happen.
They had come for her. They had come to save her. Justice, Gauntlet. She had lied to them, tricked them, and yet they had come to face Crusader to save her. She looked at them and hunger of a new kind grew.
“Justice, Gauntlet. Only you can save them. Only you can save everyone here. Are you strong enough?”
Lillith moved forward with a slow casual sexually charged but unmistakably predatory walk.
“Are you man enough?” She reached down and stroked Gauntlets bulging tights, before reaching out and kissing Justice’s neck, leaving a bright red hickey.
“Sweet Justice!” Whispered Justice.
“Oh fuck me gently” Groaned Gauntlet.
Hours later, an inhumanly powerful foot kicked open Lillith front door. A towering succubi, muscled like an angry goddess strode through the front door. There was a naked, painfully erect man cast over each shoulder.
“MOTHER, FATHER, I NEED THE DUNGEON, AND LOTS OF FLUIDS!” Lillith roared as she headed for the sex dungeon where Femme Fatalle and Hyde played sick and dangerous games for the last century.
Femme Fatalle’s eyes teared up, crying out softly in maternal pride, “My baby!”
Mr Hyde threw back his head and laughed the loud satisfied pride of an apex predator.
Justice and Gauntlet? They had no complaints, lots of fluids, and in time the swelling went down.
The problem Justice and Gauntlet had is that they were both troubled by the fact that Lillith always seemed to just fail every assessment. No matter where the bar was set, she almost met it. It was almost like she had enough control to adjust her output to always be just below the requirement. Even an experienced hero deliberately faking their test results usually showed a few seconds of true performance before successfully masking again. If that was true, then Crusader was not just a dangerous misogynist rapist with a room full of potential victims, but an Omega Class threat that a full team should be dispatched to face.
Justice mind was split between plotting their course and raging as his student, a quiet shy little girl who only wanted to be left in peace was being gang raped and tortured on camera. He was going to have to work hard not to kill anyone when they got there. Heroes don’t kill, but sometimes it seemed like they should.
Gauntlet’s mind was split between trying not to hit any occupied vehicles, and working out what would have to happen when they hit the exam theater. There were too many hostages, but the gang rape had served to draw almost all the guards to the atrocity, and left only a handful armed and guarding the hostages. Take out the guards, get the hostages out, then turn that rapist piece of crap into wall paste. He was supposed to be really tough, he would almost certainly survive.
In the exam theater, Lillith was barely holding on to her sanity. Humanity was the thin line of light between the cold empty darkness of the Succubus hunger, and the raging blood red fury of Hyde.
Crusader rammed his cock into Lillth’s asshole, her Succubus blood reaching out to drain her assailant of life and power to heal herself, but the biofilm and his condom prevented it. The pleasure of the assault empowered her Succubus blood to ascend, even as its frustrated hunger clawed at her sanity. At the same time Crusader rammed a cattle prod into her vagina and triggered it. She screamed around the cock in her mouth and spasmed. The spasms caused Crusader to empty his balls into her ass, or into the condom over his cock. The pain caused her Hyde blood to rise, almost forcing itself into control, the control she would not be able to take back, only the chance of one of the Patriarchy guards sucking on her nipple and rubbing her clit to force another humiliating orgasm from her at her own degradation allowed her Succubus blood and thin layer of remaining humanity to deny Hyde’s ascendence.
Crusader tossed his minion aside roughly, and forced his hand into her mouth. He held her mouth open and drained his condom into her mouth, forcing her to swallow the hundredth load from her assailants. In his post orgasmic bliss and gloating arrogance, he thought her ardent sucking of his cum covered fingers was a sign of her surrender, not noticing the inside of her mouth, not being coated with the biofilm that blocked her absorption, allowed her to drink just a little of his power through his fingers, and give her enough strength to hold on.
Justice slotted behind Gauntlet as they approached the doors. Entry was what Gauntlet did, and Justice left him to it. Gauntlet blasted through the doors and the two guards posted at it and blasted out with both fists to pin two others at the back door to the walls with the telekinetic punches thrown by his enhancement gauntlets. Justice stopped in the doorway and screamed out.
Justice stopped in the doorway and screamed out. “Light of Justice!” As he did, a light brighter than any flashbang went off and blinded everyone in the room except Gauntlet who had both arms over his face, and Crusader whose fiery crown absorbed the energy, as it did all energy directed at him, without any effect.
Crusader laughed. “You come to save your little hero bitch? She will pay for it. Patriarchy Guard!” Crusader commanded. “Torture the bitch until these two surrender or die. Let them see what she suffers for their interference. Let her see what happens to those who stand in my way.”
Gauntlet hammered two kinetic punches at Crusader, but something ate them before they struck. In return Crusader lanced out with a sword of fire and only his crossed gauntlets were able to stop the blow from bisecting his torso. Even so the force put him into the wall hard enough to drop him to the ground stunned.
The Patriarchy Guards laughed and closed on Lillith with their cattle prods. One already in her vagina was triggered, and another was rammed into her anus. Two more grounded in her nipples and they laughing men triggered shock after shock, enough pain to kill a dozen cattle or two dozen humans lanced into her. They left her mouth free to scream, and what tore from her mouth was inhuman in its agony.
Justice closed faster than sound, but his swinging fist met only a crossing block from the smiling Crusader. A foot sweep took the speedster off his feet and a crushing blow to his back put Justice into the ground with the force of a falling anvil.
Picking up Justice like a limp sack of potatoes, Crusader used him like a club to smash Gauntlet into the ground, before he reached out and ripped the powerful foci off Gauntlets arms, and tossed them away. Laughing in triumph, The Crusader roared out his victory.
“Do you see, super slut? No one can save you. You are nothing but a toy for me to amuse myself with, and throw to my men when I am done. Accept your place, and beg my forgiveness. I may allow you to live.”
Behind him, the howls changed, became something far less human. The Crusader smiled cruelly as he imagined the last scraps of her humanity stripped away, and the proud woman reduced to nothing but an animal to be trained by superior men.
He was almost right.
Lillith writhed in pain with no pleasure. Just pain, pain, pain to call on Hyde and nothing to feed the Succubus. There was fear, fear that Justice and Gauntlet would be killed in front of her eyes, and there was rage. So much rage.
For her entire life, the child of two monsters pretended to be human. For her entire life Lillith Jeckel hated her Succubus blood and feared her Hyde blood. She clung to the thin fragment of humanity that tried to balance the two against each other. But now that humanity rebelled.
Now that thin scrap of humanity did not strive to hold back Hyde, did not strive to keep the Succubus asleep. Now that thin scrap of humanity that was all Lillith had for sanity screamed in despair and reached out for any power that could make this stop. Lillith reached out, and dragged Hyde into the light.
Her flesh tore, her bones broke. The cattleprods in her ass and vagina shot out as her body reshaped itself. The manacles on her wrists and ankles that were rated to tow tanks snaped like rave glowsticks and bounced off the walls with the force of their shattering.
Lillith began laughing. Not a human sound. Like the mad cackle of a hyena, like the roar of an incoming tsunami, she laughed a primal laugh of a wolverine fallen into a nest of blind baby bunnies and no exits.
Her body swelled, growing massive, thickly muscled, taller, brutish in form no matter how tall, looking almost squat with the thick heavy slabs of muscle. A wide white grin that would shame a wolf split a face almost too angelic to surmount such a beast. Her breasts were now enormous, her nipples erect and excited as some cartoon porn creation. Her sex open and hungry with a lust that combined blood and worse.
Lillith reached out and grabbed two Patriarchy Guard and smashed them together. With a wet broken sound they both fell. A third emptied his submachine gun into her naked back in a single long trigger pull. Lillith spun, letting the bullets stitch a line across her back, and belly as she reached out and dragged the gunman in for a kiss.
Her new body having expanded beyond the limits of the biofilm, her Succubus blood could finally sate the hunger driven beyond all reason, and she drained the life from the soldier like draining a shot glass. He fell in a coma that would take weeks, if not months to resolve, but the power flooding into Lillith allowed her Succubus blood to transform her as Hyde’s blood had.
Wings broke forth from her back, and a tail. Her brutish body extended, becoming taller, becoming leaner. Where a beast had stood before, now towered a dark and angry goddess. The mad rage of Hyde, the endless hunger of the Succubus, and the soul deep anger of Lillth Jeckel spoke for the first time as one being.
“Oh Crusader, enough foreplay. Now I am going to make you my bitch.” She laughed as she came for him.
Crusader called upon his men. “KILL HER!”
Those that could directed weapons at her, and everything from .50 caliber antimaterial rifles, through squad automatic machine guns roared at her. She tossed desks and broken Patriarchy guards at the shooters with casual unconcern.
Running her hands over her breasts, down her belly, stroking her sex, she cooed as she slowly, languidly stalked towards the Crusader.
“Oh I have such an appetite. I am going to hurt you, then heal you, so I can hurt you some more. I am going to make you love me, then break you. Then heal you and make you love me again, just so I can break you again. Before I am done, you will beg me to hurt you, you will live only to be hurt by me, imagine no pleasure greater than being hurt by me. You will be broken so badly you will crawl on your belly before any woman and beg her to inflict even the shadow of what I am about to do to you.”
Lillith wasn’t sane, wasn’t human, and did not care.
The Crusader called forth his sword of fire, called upon his Shield of Light, and his Crown of Glory and went to war.
“I am the Fist of God, and I will bring you to your knees Jezebell!” The Crusader roared as he charged.
Lillith slapped his sword wrist with one wing, caught his leading leg with her tail, and spun behind him as he passed through the space she used to occupy. Her clawed hands struck, not at his flesh, but at his holy mantle. She ripped it off, revealing his muscled torso and shorts.
“Is it my birthday? Is it time to unwrap presents? I love unwrapping presents!” Lillith laughed and clapped, taking up another Patriarchy Guard and kissing to drain him of almost all his life in a single kiss. Tossing him aside like a used condom she faced the angry Crusader.
“Unnatural witch, I am the Fist of God, I am the Crusader and you will kneel before me!” The Crusader swore, charging behind sword and shield, a corona of power wrapped him and shone like a captive sun.
Lillith wrapped herself in the darkness of the Succubus, but when the Crusader charged home, sword raised for the kill stroke he faced a shock. Wings flapping and legs uncoiling, Lillth struck with the speed and fury of Hyde and punched the shining shield of the Crusader back into his chest with the combined force of two charging freight trains. The Crusader had the augmentation that drove his body beyond all human limits, but it was artificial. Lillith was a child of the Succubus, was a child of Hyde. What she was, she was. Her body was hers, had always been within her. It was the realization of everything she had ever felt inside her, a power she knew from fighting to contain it every single day. She wasn’t fighting against it anymore, and it had never been anything but part of her.
She was smoother. He thought and struck, she simply moved. He called forth power and blasted, she simply struck. He struck or grappled, she simply flowed around him, caressing and leaching strength where he moved past her, hammering into and through his flesh with blows harder than tank main gun strikes where he moved against her.
He felt fear touch him at last. Each exchange left him wounded, weaker. Each exchange left her stronger, and more healed. She hurt him and he cried out in agony, he hurt her and she came so hard it sprayed down her legs, laughing as she rode that joy into another attack against him.
He drew his sword for a thrust to her heart as she closed, but she fell backwards and guided him over her. Rolling on top of him she pinned his arms above his head. Her breasts pressed into his face and she mothered him in her pale white perfect breast flesh.
Lust and helplessness rolled up in him. He bucked but she rode him laughing. She slapped his face again and again with her breasts, each touch caused lust to spike higher, and a strange feeling of submissive hunger at how easily she mastered him fought with his righteous rage.
“Suck me, you little bitch. I know you know how, I taught you last time!” Lillith laughed as she directed one of her breasts to his mouth. Crusader knew he should bite her, should punish her, should deny her, but his mouth fastened on her breast and he suckled like she was his first woman, like she was his last woman, like she was the only woman in the world.
He could feel his power leaching away into her, and she laughed as he sucked her breast as she sucked him dry. As he began to lose himself to lust she broke her own spell by pinning both of his hands in one of hers and taking up his sword in the other.
“Fist of God you said, well I will be your god, and there will be fisting.” Lillith smiled with cruelty that hell would flinch before, and rammed the Crusaders sword through both his hands and into the floor.
“Glory glory hallelujah, you are crucified. Isn’t that what you were after Crusader?” Lillith laughed.
Yanking off his shorts, she looked at the raging hard on that was before her and laughed again.
“Glory be to me, He is Risen!” Lillth laughed and raised both Crusaders legs, pinning his knees to his chest with her wings. Taking his cock in one hand, she began to suck his cock like it was the finest popsicle ever made, and as he rolled back his head, she began to work a finger into his ass.
Then two, he began to beg, to plead. Three fingers, then four. He came in her mouth, but she kept sucking. She worked her fist into his ass, and pulled her mouth off his cock, leaving it rock hard and jutting skyward.
Pumping his ass with her massive fist she demanded of him, as he had demanded of her earlier.
"Tell me you are just a worthless piece of ass, a bitch who begs to be taken by anyone. A bitch who begs to be beaten, to be spat on, a worthless little cumrag who begs only to be punished." She demanded.
The Crusaders inhuman vitality worked against him. He could take it, he could take the punishment that would have killed any other man. What he could not take was the jets of cum shooting out of his cock. He was being used as her bitch and loving it.
“YES,” he roared. “I am your bitch, I am any woman’s bitch. I am a cum rag, a pain slut, please hurt me, please use me, please fuck my ass!” Crusader screamed and came, and came, and came until he passed out. Too drained of life, drained of fight, drained of purpose and dignity. He was broken so deeply that he could never summon his power again. Broken so deeply in fact they had to make sure no female guards worked his prison wing or he would beg on his belly for them to beat him.
Lillith stopped before killing him, but the damage she had taken was too much, the power she had burning in her was too much, the hunger inside her was too much. There were so many students here, just little sacks of hunger and want that she could take, could slake her hunger with. She could use then to death, or leave them slaves to her desires for life, it would be so easy! Why shouldn’t she?
She wasn’t human, she was done pretending to be. Why should she stop?
Justice and Gauntlet picked themselves up and began to usher the students from the room, before zip tying Patriarchy Guard’s hands and feet. They put some sort of manacles on the broken, gaping assed Crusader as Lillth stood in panting sexual and killing frenzy, trying to hold in the rampage that needed to happen.
They had come for her. They had come to save her. Justice, Gauntlet. She had lied to them, tricked them, and yet they had come to face Crusader to save her. She looked at them and hunger of a new kind grew.
“Justice, Gauntlet. Only you can save them. Only you can save everyone here. Are you strong enough?”
Lillith moved forward with a slow casual sexually charged but unmistakably predatory walk.
“Are you man enough?” She reached down and stroked Gauntlets bulging tights, before reaching out and kissing Justice’s neck, leaving a bright red hickey.
“Sweet Justice!” Whispered Justice.
“Oh fuck me gently” Groaned Gauntlet.
Hours later, an inhumanly powerful foot kicked open Lillith front door. A towering succubi, muscled like an angry goddess strode through the front door. There was a naked, painfully erect man cast over each shoulder.
“MOTHER, FATHER, I NEED THE DUNGEON, AND LOTS OF FLUIDS!” Lillith roared as she headed for the sex dungeon where Femme Fatalle and Hyde played sick and dangerous games for the last century.
Femme Fatalle’s eyes teared up, crying out softly in maternal pride, “My baby!”
Mr Hyde threw back his head and laughed the loud satisfied pride of an apex predator.
Justice and Gauntlet? They had no complaints, lots of fluids, and in time the swelling went down.