Unmasked: A Superhero Harem Adventure, page 17
Maria’s right hand twitched as if readying itself into a fist. But she controlled herself. Her demeanor immediately became demure.
“Thank you kind sir,” she said. I caught the notes of mocking exaggerations—though Octy didn’t, as he was already too far up his own ass. “She will make sure to not utter another word unless I first authorize it.”
Her snakes slid back into her hair and the superthots returned to my side.
“I trust that to be so,” Octy said with that same malignant smile. “And seeing as you have offered me gratuity, Bandit, I can only return the gesture with information. I so like when trade is even. Well, as you probably know already—word on the street is that Climax is dead. That’s common news. But you might also know a little something about his history. A…dark past, to say the least.”
“Shadow,” I muttered.
His malignant smile tore through his face again. “Excellent,” he said, scratching his chin with two hands. “You may make quite the resourceful connect; you know more than many in this building. See how my son misses out? Your first day and you’ve already made quite the impression. Perhaps I’ll trade you in for him. Make you a nephew.”
His laugh was completely fake. I didn’t believe a word of his remark. I meant completely nothing to the scoundrel. He was just buttering me up to provide more info in the future. If I ever showed myself to be the least threat, he’d likely slit my throat with one hand and sip wine with the other.
Would Velvet really leave his women with this man?
“If only you knew,” Octy said, “what a weakness superthots can be.”
Maria tugged at my arm again… This was important.
But wh—
Weakness, I thought immediately.
“Personally,” he continued in a remarkably gentle voice of something like reverie, with morbid chuckles in-between, “I don’t like to let them out of my sight. Once they subscribe they’re in with me for life. Or they walk the plank…if you catch my drift. There’s a literal one leading to the water beneath your feet. You can never be too careful when it comes to superthots—remember that. So I greatly value another villain who is willing to trade me his. It’s a…sign of supplication, if you will. Subtle—not like my son’s idea of dominance—but no less powerful.”
Was that it? The whole point of this mission had been to hand Velvet’s superthots over to Octy. Like that greased-up slut, they’d drain his secrets and weaknesses. No, not the whole point…
A double-play. I was there for external information. And Velvet’s sluts would gather things much closer to his chest; things that he probably wouldn’t even reveal to his own son. This was part of Jenna’s training, quite likely—the skill of being a contemptuous treacherous whore without losing loyalty to her true super.
Velvet was quite the schemer.
Octy swirled a glass of wine and gestured to my spy girls. “May I?” he asked.
I looked at each in turn. Jenna’s lips quivered but she met Octy’s psychopathic gaze with courage. I silently promised to myself that I would free them both if it was the last thing I ever done. Maria squeezed my hand a last time and I felt double-regret. Secretly, I’d hoped to sleep with her tonight. But having my women stolen from me seemed to be a pattern.
He drew in a long breath as they sat either side of him. Maria was ever-the-professional. She crossed those long pale legs of hers so that the top one leaned toward Octy. She sat a respectable distance away…only a few inches. Just enough to appear like something to hunt.
Octy was unable to hide his memorization with the mature vixen. Maria was a black-belt in concocting spells over men, most likely. She possessed a certain gravity that made her more aged skin seem like fine wine rather than something past its sell-by date. Jenna paled in comparison to Maria’s raw ready sexuality. It was as undeniable as the sun.
She would have fucked him there and then with captivating sincere enthusiasm beyond that of your average porn star; losing herself in the scene. And we both knew it. Quite simply, Maria was every man’s dream woman; the type you left in a room lock-and-key and spent the rest of your life binging on—the type made by God himself to be fucked.
The type of woman you never left alone with another man. Not because she was disloyal. But because she was a whore at heart. To understand her, you had to understand that fact. There was no more perfect state for her than to be filled with a dick, on bruised knees, preferably several dicks at once—or at least a dildo. Her holes weren’t made for shitting and pissing. They were made for men’s constant use. This was how evolution had designed her to compete and survive.
One of his large hands rested on her thick cellulite-streaked thigh and slid up her dress. The other pulled out a tit, which was easy as Maria apparently had no bra on. Her areolas were pink and wide. The nipples immediate hardened, such was her sex drive. The air filled with electricity from Maria’s nymph-like sensuality and eroticism.
I marveled at how Maria’s body was so attuned, so used to being used as a sex object. On one hand, she had this great personality. On the other, she was a complete slut. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to know what her pussy felt like for a weekend—for a month—for a year. As she opened up her body, I realized that if not for her accompaniment this mission would have failed. I owed so much to her despite the regret.
Jenna, however, was doing her best not to recoil at Octy’s touch. He also fiddled with her tits though he never actually looked at her. Octy’s eyes passed from Maria to me and back again repeatedly. I understood, in that moment, how he got his fix; his sense of superiority for all his silly appearance. He wanted to dominate psychologically.
I’ll admit that I had to restrain myself from reacting at the sight of his hands. His expression seemed to tell me that he knew that I was uncomfortable. That he knew I had some attachment to these women. And that that was part of the pleasure and thrill for him. Maria was his trophy. There could be no denying that any man would feel regret at her loss.
Just when it seemed that it was impossible, my disgust for the super-villain climbed. At least Maria had her gun with her. If things became intolerable perhaps they could use it to escape. Jenna would be safe with Maria’s guidance…at least for a while. If the waitress didn’t adjust to the role soon, I didn’t fancy that Octy would keep his cool.
I glanced at the dark waters below and wondered what Jenna’s dead floating body would look like. I doubted it would remain floating for long. That…creature below would get to it.
Octy didn’t actually fuck them on the spot…at least not with his dick. He kept fondling them and continued. One hand slid between Maria’s legs, however. She obligingly opened her legs and two hands fingered her at once.
Unable to control her inner whore tendencies, Maria bit and licked her lips.
She was enjoying this.
Like a fucking Ferrari going from zero to one-sixty, she groaned audibly. “S-Sorry,” Maria said. “I’m the loud type in bed.”
Octy grinned, clearly very pleased at his hoard. “Well well well,” he said. “You’ve done me exceptionally well, Bandit. It’s been a long time since I’ve come across a pure-blooded whore of this quality. She truly loves nothing more than to be used as a fuck-toy… My gut tells me this one will become my main woman. Yes, I have no doubt.”
He clamped her mouth shut with a strong hand. The second stuck three fingers in Maria’s pink shredded pussy, which had fat swollen red lips. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, head rolling back into the sofa, thick legs parting further. I was turned on by the sight of this mature lady being so sexually reckless and overcome.
The other hand rubbed her clit and she squeezed her eyes tighter, looking to be racing toward orgasm right away. A fourth hand grabbed her ankle, restraining that leg and widening access. And a fifth locked her arm in place over the top of the sofa. She was subdued by his power now, unable to move much. All composure was gone. Maria was now in full hoe mode.
Her toes wriggled in her heels. And her fingers were balled into fists. Octy thrust harder and faster inside that worn shredded pussy that Velvet had probably smashed open on too many occasions to count. She’d probably scream if not for that hand. He seemed unable to pull his eyes away from her but eventually did. His remaining hand still fondled Jenna.
“The younger one will become excellent in time,” Octy said thoughtfully, “if she’s under the tutelage of this pure whore. My God, she is a specimen.”
He turned his attention to me right as Maria began squirting. The fluid dripped down in seeps on the hand rubbing her clit. Her thigh shook in orgasm, nipples hard as pebbles. There was no lie in Maria. This was who she was without her mask.
“I feel I can trust you, Bandit,” Octy said. “Continue to serve me well and I will give you a leg up in this town. You will rise like the wind.”
“You have information on Climax?” I said.
Octy flashed something steely at me, then glanced at Maria and softened. “Yes indeed,” he said. His face darkened. “Very very few know of this, so keep what I tell you secret.”
I nodded.
He smirked.
“Climax and I were good friends,” he said. “Shadow, as he liked to call himself when not working on his side of the street, liked to dip his hands in many pies too.”
“I’ve heard,” I said, though my heart hammered.
I didn’t know why it done that. I should have been used to the idea of my dad being a villain by now.
“Climax was a bad man in his time,” Octy said. “And as Shadow he had an even scarier reputation among veteran villains. We didn’t work for the same gang but were affiliated. Mine is Syndicate…among many others, Jackals included.”
Jackals, I thought. I’d never come across that name during my time researching, which must have meant that, while Syndicate were like a conspiracy nuts Holy Grail of James Bond villainous organizations, this second group were very underground and hidden, like the supplier to the local street dealers.
Maria squirted again. Her eyes were still closed. A muffled series of begging sounds then a scream escaped. Octy’s clamped hand tightened over her mouth. The one holding her arm grabbed her by the hair and violently thrust her head against the sofa, writhing her pale slightly haggard body.
He continued finger-fucking her shredded pussy. She pinched on one of her nipples, twisted it in ecstasy and more piss squirted out. Man, such a good girl.
“What gang was he with?” I asked, recovering from the moment of distraction.
Octy snorted. “Shadow,” he said, uttering the name with reverence. “That man worked for himself. He truly mastered the art of pushing from the back. He was the shadow behind everyone; they scarcely knew he existed, but he was always there. As Climax, villains feared him. As Shadow, the wisest supers stayed clear. And only the most important of us knew his double-identity. None of us went public with it due to respect.”
Jenna’s nipples were hardening, perhaps from Octy’s story. He had a way with words. Her face was flushing red. And she now carried an expression of lusty expectation; eyes curiously studying Octy’s hand as it idly caressed her bosom. Both of her tits were out now. I was surprised by how large and plump and pink they were.
She often watched Maria and this only seemed to turn Jenna on more. She licked her lips several times with a certain combined look of humiliation and need. My erection became rock-hard for some reason, at that instance, its final transformation complete.
“He would feed us information,” Octy said. “I particularly enjoyed trading his sluts for info. He had one in particular…Venus.”
Octy looked off in to the distance dreamily.
“Yeah,” I said. “She’s quite the seductress.”
He smirked. “And you’re quite experienced for a rookie,” he replied. Again, his eyes sharpened on me with suspicion for a flicker. But Maria squirted again right on cue. The piss dripped down the hand that was feverishly stroking her clit and the suspicion disappeared. “The super-police are a gang of their own, you know,” he continued. “We call them the Godheads.”
“Godheads?” I said.
“Run by ‘God’ Walters-Smithee himself,” Octy said spitefully. “They’re no different than us.” Maria whimpered audibly. She was clearly at the edge of her ability to withstand those orgasms—no doubt, her body was designed to readily have an unlimited amount consecutively. “We like to hear our prey squeal,” Octy continued. “They like to hear them prey for mercy. We’re the same in core.”
I nodded thoughtfully.
“I can offer you good work,” Octy said. “It pays well. Super-villains need a broad range of eyes—even Lessers from time-to-time. Those can make more believable common moles. In your case, I could do with a street-level super-villain. One who thinks first before acting. Someone observant who can control his superthots without letting them blab important secrets away.”
A sudden thought occurred.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’ll take you up on that. But I was curious: who works at the very top?”
“What?” Octy said.
“Who’s at floor thirteen?” I said. “Is there a grand Syndicate boss?”
Now his mask cracked and suspicion leaked out.
“What is it to you?” he snapped, narrowing his greedy eyes at me.
He shoved Maria and Jenna to the side and leapt up.
Chapter 17
His twelve arms waved around.
Maria was out of it. She collapsed on her side, wheezing. Jenna rushed over to her, saying something in her ear. But the mature whore was flushed with orgasmic energy. Her legs quivered and jerked in spasms. A dreamy smile played on her mouth. When Jenna rolled her over, Maria pulled Jenna in feebly and began kissing her.
“What are you doing?” Jenna said.
But soon, the two of them were absorbed in tongue-kissing. They didn’t even notice the way Octy loomed over me with eyes of death.
I clutched the edge of the sofa, unsure of what I had said to so fully trigger the mastermind. It dawned on me that this was the lowest-ranked super-villain in the city. That meant there were others more powerful than him.
But perhaps not. Perhaps that was the very mask Octy wore…to deflect from the truth. This was why he hid in the darkest waters, unseen and unsuspected.
Possibly, he was far more powerful than those seemingly higher up. Why else would Climax have befriended him? Blood Velvet may have severely underestimated his lowest competitor and—as a result—sent me into an inevitable early and gruesome death.
Was I dealing with the boss of all super-villains himself? The Syndicate’s face.
Shit, I thought.
“Who are you?” asked the criminal.
He snapped several fingers, drawing the attention of the guard by the door who drew near.
I suddenly felt exhausted. Oddly, I wondered whether my testosterone was low. The thought of more violence—in this setting—was daunting. I imagined his tentacles wrapped around me, wrestling me deeper into the dark waters until I suffocated.
It might have been this hopelessness that triggered some dark humor.
“I’m a fan,” I said weakly. “Just thought I’d be able to get an autograph or something.”
Didn’t quite sound as cool and non-fazed as I thought it might. Maybe I could dive for the gun in Maria’s purse. She was too out of it to help.
I needed a weapon. That much was for sure.
Just then, I was about to run for it…
“AHAHAH!” thundered Octy with a series of snorts.
Wait…what? I thought.
They were so loud that even rosy-cheeked Maria stopped wrapping her legs around Jenna to see what the commotion was about.
(Notably, Maria had summoned the energy to roll Jenna underneath her. Maria was now pounced on-top with Jenna between her legs like they were doing Jiu-Jitsu. That fucking bitch slut).
“AAAHHAHAHA!” Octy continued.
The guard stopped with a confused look. He looked from the villain to me and back.
I shrugged.
“WOOOO!”
Octy was now doubled over. Tears streamed from his eyes. He started humping the floor—a very disturbing image that I wouldn’t ever be able to fully get rid of.
He crawled over to me on his knees.
I pulled my legs onto the sofa as though he was a snake.
But Octy grabbed at my ankles and shook with hysterics.
“T-That is the most ridiculous,” he said, “thing I have ever heard. You younger generation are so awesome. Y-You—” He cracked out again. “Y-You want an autograph. That is so millennial. Ohh… You have no idea how hilarious that is to me. We’re out here cutting off heads and throwing bleach in people’s eyes, and you want a signed autograph of your favorite heroes in the game. Oh gosh. This is what I miss most about Frosty. Ever since he got so…serious.”
Octy looked at me with something that resembled true fondness.
“Can I call you son?” he asked.
Stunned, I nodded. The guard looked even more shocked. I resisted the urge to shrug at him that I was equally confused.
Octy let out a long sigh as though he were at the end of an exhausting day and was about to spend it doing something that made it all worthwhile.
“You don’t know how happy that makes me,” the super-villain said. “I’ve missed…this. Witty banter and silliness. All he cares about is status and image and appearances. Bah, that’s so dull. Who cares whether you’re a big goof-ball when you get to have as much power as you want, behind the scenes? Yes, you’ll make a superb mentee. I’ll show you the ropes; everything I know. And when I pass away, you’ll inherit the throne.”
He wiped his eyes.
“Sorry,” he said and gestured for the guard to return to his position. “That was carried away talk. I tend to let my emotions run away with me in surprising situations. I take back what I said. But not all of it. I really am fond of you though I don’t quite know why. Perhaps it’s just your youth. I really never know what to expect with you youngsters.”
