Misadventure of a Heroine # 3 Great Dane Unleashed
Written and Illustrated by: SSabre
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 S.Sabre
The quarter moon barely illuminates the shadowy city of Gothika. A plaque swarms unheeded across the city. A fast spreading sickness called chaos runs through the streets. Glowing parts of the city flicker as fires erupt. Sirens yelp, gun shots ring out as panic takes over the citizens.
A scream calls out for help. Pleading for someone to save her from the overpowering wave of anarchy. A call to pull her from the deep pit of despair that now runs the city. It is not the scream of one of the city’s innocent citizens. Nor is it a vocal scream heard by the naked ear. Instead it is the cries of a dieing city begging for a savior.
As she stares out her studio apartment window, the Gothika City University Librarian hears the cries. The redheaded librarian known as Bambi Neal listens and prepares to answer the loving city’s pleas. She spins around gazing into her warm home. Her alter ego rises up to face a new nemesis. Ms. Neal sits at her vanity ready to shed her clothes and don on the alternate persona of Batgal.
Anxious she tears her lilac silk blouse open. Buttons ricochet wildly off the mirror and walls. Exploding from beneath the blouse should have been the blue latex top of Batgal. But she forgot to put it on this morning. Popping out instead is her perky, ample breast in all their glory. Her bare, pasty breasts stare up at the stunned heroine. Quickly she pulls her arms through the slick sleeves. Ms. Neal hurls the blouse over her shoulder aimlessly. Sucking in her generous chest she slides into her latex top, squishing the big breast within the tight confines.
Bambi uncrosses her legs, kicking her stilettos across the floor. The warm air dries her damp stocking covered feet. Lifting her legs she allows the room the honor of kissing her plump wiggling toes. Gingerly Ms. Neal rolls the nylons down her smooth, long legs. Opening a drawer Bambi then pulls out a pair of blue latex leggings.
She shimmies, shakes as she squirms into the skin tight pants. Hugging the heroine’s body as it slides up her irresistible thighs. As the fabric cups the firm buttocks she lets the waistline snap back against the fragile flesh. Ms. Neal herself then smacks her round arse to confirm she is fit for duty. Gazing into the mirror she admires the shiny pants molded to her perfectly shaped body.
Her athletic body gracefully swoops over the city in peril. The unanswered pleas do not fall on deaf ears. Soul shattering screams, a calling for a hero. These desperate calls are being answered not by the infamous Dark Bat, no instead Batgal heeds the bellowing cries.
Conducting an aerial investigation, the voluptuous vixen follows the path of anarchy. She follows it till there is nothing left to follow. At the edge of destruction is where she is to find the source. Elegantly she lands in the middle of a quiet street. Her heels click against the pavement echoing in the silence of the evening. A lone pedestrian strolls the sidewalk. The man is heavy and hairy with the look of a middle aged man obsessed with the thrills of comic book super heroes.
“You there citizen,” she calls out in an awkwardly broad voice, “Have you seen anything suspicious?”
Waddling over he gazes at the canyon between her chest, “Besides a monstrous man smashing a whole into a brick wall with just his fist…. No!” The cynical man smells of the musk of self love.
“If you could look up from my cleavage,” Batgal snidely comments, “Could you please point me in the proper direction kind sir?”
His focused eyes do not lift from the amazing sight. He simply points at an adjacent dark alley. Her smooth gloved finger glides across the bottom of his lip. She wipes away a puddle of drool forming in the corner of his mouth. With a gentle pat she closes his astonished jaw.
“Thank you kind citizen,” she praises, “for performing your civic duty!”
The slob mutters, “I have a few things I’d like you to perform on me!” He stares at her rump as she dashes across the street. Her beautiful body disappearing into the black alleyway.
A large sinister wall appears behind the curious Batgal. Eclipsing the petite heroine a shadow descends upon her. She is not fast enough to respond to the dark, looming shadow that cast down on her.
The synthetic rabies driven anarchist known as the Great Dane lurks over the clueless vixen. Bewildered eyes glare down at the fragile girl. Looming forward he prepares to pounce the pretty, latex clad heroine. His head sized hand snares her cape. Giving just a little tug he puts tension on the fabric. Gasping Batgal is startled by the sudden presences of the enormous Dane.
“Give it up you fiend,” she sputters at the grizzly maniac, “Your days of anarchy are over!”
He snarls as she helplessly struggles with her costume. Gritting his teeth he yanks the cape.
His brute strength tears the latex seams of her top. She wrestles with her cape to stop the inevitable. A second pull by Dane shreds the upper portion of her costume. Embarrassed she modestly covers her bare breasts.
She murmurs, “This can’t be happening! I am the good guy,” she hollers, “You won’t get away with this Dane.”
He is enticed by the heroine’s high spirit. She has not yet been broken though. This does not satisfy the vulgar monster. Lifting the heroine off the ground by the back of her panties, he gives her a horrendous wedgie. Bouncing her like a puppet she can hear the lining of her pants begin to split at the thighs.
“Ahhhh,” she cries in horror, “You can’t do this. I am a superheroine. You dastardly bastard!”
Through his mask she can feel his silent grin as he continues to demoralize the cocky redhead. A terrifying rip is followed by the heroine’s milky flesh being stripped. Grabbing his play toy by the wrists he props her up. It does not take much for him to bind and suspend Batgal’s arms. Legs dangling she is forced to remain off balance on her tippy toes. Dane takes short time getting the best of his advantage.
She wildly kicks her legs as the monster grabs her gams. Crouching down he removes Batgal’s seductive boots. He marvels at the strained arches, at the cute toes parted to distribute the weight. Like a salivating dog in summer heat the Great Dane licks the soles of her feet. Her feet wiggle as his tongue tickles the bottom of her salty soles. The thick smell of musky feet drives him mad with desire. The solid of muscle stands, towering of the damsel.
The Great Dane snatches her ankles. His thumbs caress the arches of her petite feet. Hoisting the heroine’s body up gingerly he loosens the rope that suspends Batgal. Her arms burn as the blood circulation returns.
“Oh gosh,” Batgal cries out, “How humiliating!”
But the muscular maniac does not care about the fragile girl’s pain. Instead he wraps her sultry satin legs around his head. Slightly lifting his mask he exposes his lips to her irresistible flesh. Gently he kisses her vaginal lips. An alluring scent emanates from her shimmering pussy. His pink tongue is dwarfed by his large stature. Dane’s burly hands grasp Batgal’s thighs. Shivering her twat against his face he takes a lustful taste. A menacing grin expresses his satisfaction. Calmly he licks her tiny taint. Rubbing his moist tongue against her mesmerized clit.
Batgal pulls at the rope as an orgasm bombards her aching body. Her arms sting from the tensions as her crotch floods with a juicy climax. The buttery lips of pleasure smear the pleasure across Dane’s mouth. An incited tongue frantically mop up the sweet taste of Batgal. He makes a sloppy mess as her juices dribble from the corner of his stern lips.
No remorse or pity is shown as he drops the heroine’s lower body. With a plop her arse falls to the floor. Easily he could shatter her voluptuous body. To her shock he has other deviant plans for the vixen. It takes two hands for him to produce a thick a thick, bulging dick from his pants.
He lays on his back and bench presses Batgal. His rippling biceps don’t even feel the effect of the small framed hero. Setting her gently on his abdomen it is obvious what he expects of her. Reluctantly she shoves his tip in her soaked pussy. Her lips spread wide to accommodate his girth. She has never felt so immense introduced between her thighs.
Their bodies crash not like almighty titans. No, instead they clash like a mud flap against a tire. Flapping, their flesh pounds together as they become one. The arch enemies’ hatred is lost to the thrills of passion. Her anxious hips continue to drop onto her concubine’s cock. She fulfills an irresistible itch with every inch of his hardened dick.
With no consideration of the awkward conscious the heroine gives into the enthralling lust. Batgal engorges her silky loins with an enemy of Gothika City. Drenched in perspiration she vigorously humps the non resistant thug. Batgal glistens as she indulges in the Dane’s body. Her fiery hair flails wildly with each thrust of the pelvises.
His enormous cock squeezed into her tight wet confines. The horny heroine does not seem to be able to get her fill. Even as she stretches her vaginal wall and hammers the cervix with the villain’s dick she still can’t scratch her deep burning itch.
The hesitation was now met with eager anticipation. Shimmying her waist she crams all that will fit inside. Ambition lost she needs this vile villain’s large dick. She bites her lower lip as she forces more of him deep inside her sweet taint.
Tears of painful delight stream down her face. Her trim physique loses momentum as Dane’s cocks rams harder, deeper. Batgal’s fit stomach cramps up from the endless squats. The counter thrusts nearly ripping apart. Her head bobs violently in unison with her hefty, heaving chest. His pumps grow more rigorous and rough. If she does not stop him now she will be fuck fatality.
Bouncing like jelly she stutters, “I want to choke on your huge load!”
Abruptly the beast stops his onslaught. The unstoppable wall stands up presenting his cock. Her green eyes grow wide as she gets an up close look at the giant shaft. His broad fingers clasp the back of her cowl. Nearly decapitating Batgal he jams her crimson lips around his dick. Her lips nibble on the head as her tongue tries to lubricate the chunky cock.
His head penetrates her luscious lips. Batgal’s gaping mouth can barely handle his enormous size. Struggling she jams his erection into her widely parted lips. Gurgling with a mouth full of his member he pumps his thick shaft in her narrow opening. She gags as pre cum spits down her throat. Dane’s juice trickles down her throat.
Her muffled voice whimpers, “Mmmmmhy mmmmon’t mmmme mmmmry mmmmmanal!”
Dane’s confused eyes glare down at the heroine’s awesome body. Slowly her head bobs on the tip of his cock. Her worried eyes gaze up at the muscular monster. She the confusion in his eyes she shakes her round arse. A grin then confirms his understanding. A stream of saliva and cum flows from her numb mouth. Spinning around she offers her ass. Her pink star readily awaits the brute punishment. Dane sticks his dick into her tight little hole. Instinctively it strangles his prick.
The sensation dizzies his head. His eyes blur from the rush of the tight squeeze. Never has he had such a restrictive opening to pleasure himself before. Lost in ecstasy he does not feel the sudden rush of his rabies compound.
His head throbbing with pain he loses complete focus. The environment spins as he overdoses of the chemical. Blood spits out his nose as his eyes to red. Dane falls limp to the floor. The villain shows no signs of life. Batgal stand victorious over one of Gothika City’s most dreaded villains. She smirks with delight, his death will strike fear into the underworld, and make her street credit soar.
Batgal smacks her ass as she drapes her cape across her bare body, “Now that is a killer ass!”