The Misadventures of a Heroine #2
Self Discovery
Written By: S.Sabre
Illustrated By: S.Sabre
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 S.Sabre
In the vacant building once known as Gothika Asylum for the Criminally Insane roams a lone heroine. The sultry Batgal relishes in a seductive flaunt through the empty tiers. Dust, rust, and paint chips litter the floor. She carries on with her slutty strut, wiggling her irresistible ass. Mimicking the hoots and howls of the sex crazed convicts. Her mind teases the fiery vixen. During the quiet hours Batgal loves to lose herself in the filth ridden fantasy.
Criminals
starved for sexual release hounding her for a pity fuck. A lust
driven train running through her tight twat. Ravaging her tender
body with their built up aggression. The sore crotch rittled with an
endless line of over eager cocks. Her body trembles at the dirty
dream. Overwhelmed by a dark urge her hand smacks a metal door.
Subconsciously she made her way to the only clean room in the
facility.
The door to the old Interview Room creeks open. Her shimmering body slithers through the door. Batgal’s skin-like latex costume wraps around her body. A skimpy outfit that leaves little to the imagination. The pair of voluptuously round breasts is squished into the restrictive top. A revealing impression presses against the fabric. Nubs distinctly mark the exact positioning of her perky nipples.
Bending over Batgal unzips her leather boots while shaking her butt to her imaginary conquests. Kicking her boots off she strips both beautiful lil bare feet. Her pale plump toes flop against the cold hard floor. Batgal then unzips her top to the mid drift. Tension released from her chest, her breasts seem to inflate with the little freedom obtained.
Clasping the supple mounds, her finger tips jiggle the fleshy breasts. The wobbling restores circulation to the pancaked chest. Proudly she mooshes them together to put the gaping cleavage on display. Shimmering the pasty melons perspire from their own incarceration.
Cheers bellow from Batgal’s inmate apparitions. Their deviate minds mesmerized by the mouth watering melons. The salty taste of her tits just out of their reach. Her seductive taunts make them hunger for the heroine’s body. The very thought of the rowdy men wanting to sexually devour her, drives her into a frenzy.
Arching
her back Batgal’s breasts nearly explode out the top of her
costume. Batgal’s long luscious legs stretch out before her knees
bow then bend. She squats on the concrete floor. A definitive
outline of her crotch forms in the rubbery material. She slides a
shiny yellow gloved finger between the lips of her tantalizing camel
toe. A chill shoots shivers up her spine. Waves of pleasure roll
across her body. Her pulsating lips drench the heroine’s silky
black panties.
Her hand dives into the blue form fitting pants. Fingering her barely concealed clit. Vigorously massaging the sleek crotch. She begins to self indulge in the gratifying act. Continuing to trace a small circular path over the smooth loins. Her finger tip slips as she grows moist between the legs. Batgal’s body writhes and the latex costumes moans as ecstasy swoops over her. Over powered she collapses, succumbing to the pleasure. Quivering on the cold damp floor she is lost to the self induced climax.
As she regains momentum, Batgal pops one of her naked breasts from its prison. Softly the cool wet glove lifts the succulent flesh. Her wet tongue glazes her crimson red lips. Batgal’s hot breath molests the ample chest. Her soft full lips wrap around the erect nip. She suckles as she ferments in her own juices of pleasure.
The pressure of sexual frustration obverted by her own delicate touch.
