Chapter Fifteen

Ruth howled as Zane ravaged her superb MILF body. The shredded fuckstud groped her shapely rump hard enough to bruise, plowing her entitled cunt in a standing position.

“Yes, yes! Give it to me!” Ankles crossed behind his pistoning hips, she dug in her boot heels like spurs to urge him on faster. “Don’t you dare stop… Yaaah! Don’t you dare… fucking stop!”

Nobody could say Dr Ruth Ruthless wasn’t a pragmatist or slow to capitalize on an opportunity. She hadn’t built a tech dynasty on worthless sentiment, and procrastinators didn’t ransom the UN.

Upon awakening, she’d immediately partitioned the psychic backlash of her ego collapse. Compiling and evaluating all new data, Ruth reassessed her current circumstances, calculated the variables, weighed the odds, and extrapolated the most advantageous outcome within defined tolerances.

That had taken all of 0.013 of a second. Practically an eternity. Then she’d thrown herself at the enhancer named Zane like a groupie at a rock star.

It wasn’t a difficult choice; his hyper-muscular frame and rugged good looks appealed to Ruth’s tastes. She’d had a nasty itch that needed scratching, and he had the right tool for the job. Thick, stiff, and lengthy.

“Bossy bitch, ain’t ya?” He snarled, thrusting harder, deeper. Beaming cosmic radiation like a lighthouse. “You’re gonna get it!”

Not the most eloquent conversationalist amidst the throes of passion, but he compensated for the lack with raw vigor, formidable strength, and, most importantly, power.

Already, Ruth could feel Zane’s pre-ejaculate fluid seeping into her reproductive tract as his huge member breached her cervix. The energy condensed in every drop was intoxicating. She was steamrolling headlong towards climax as he plundered her dripping depths.

“Fuck me like I’m your bitch.” She growled, gnawing her bottom lip like a chew toy. “Own my nasty pussy. Stretch it out and make me yours!”

He was big. Nearly too big.

Ruth wasn’t an overly sexual creature, unlike many of her villainous contemporaries who got down and dirty with their henchpersons and archrivals alike. She’d cultivated an austere persona with just a dash of spice to capture the public eye.

A hint of cleavage here. A glimpse of bare leg there. Nothing too racy.

Now, though? The billionaire technologist yowled like a cougar in heat.

Her ecstatic cries echoed throughout the command nexus, rebounding off the flashing consoles and displays, drowning out the beeps and dings of read-outs.

Zane bounced her fit yet curvy body on his glowing fuckpole as though she weighed nothing. Biceps big as footballs bunched and washboard abs rippled each time he pounded into Ruth’s spasming cunt. She could have admired the extraordinary muscle-to-fat ratio of his boulder-esque shoulders and slab-like pecs for days, mapping each flexing fiber and throbbing blood vessel under the skin.

He was more herculean than the Greek demigod himself, who’d recently made tabloid news after two-timing Athena and Aphrodite with Eros and a damn narwhal.

Editorials described the marine mammal as ‘horny.’

“Do it, sugar. Rehabilitate her on your incredible cock. Fix her with your magical seed.” Kinetica crooned, floating beside Zane in a tattered costume. The hulking bruiser had torn the Lycra outfit down the middle to feast on her ripe, creamy melons. “Show the good doctor the error of her ways and correct her.”

The blonde heroine didn’t appear the least bit bothered by her man rage-fucking a renowned villainess. If anything, she seemed proud, combing adoring fingers through Zane’s hair and lavishing him with kisses as he nursed hungrily at her teet.

“Yeah, give her the goods, sir.” Sally Putty giggled, glued against his broad back. “Then do me again! It’s been, like, ages since you last dumped a spunky load in my puss-puss.”

The upgraded body-morpher had grown an additional set of ridiculous tits directly beneath the original pair and four arms. Two of the rubbery limbs snaked around Zane’s waist while a third was buried in her pussy, and the fourth–tipped in a moist, tongue-shaped appendage–teased his asshole.

“You were fed less than thirty minutes ago.” Kinetica admonished her squadmate who was eagerly humping Zane’s muscular butt. “Don’t get greedy.”

“But I waaaant it!” Sally bawled, clutching him closer.

Their childish bickering would have amused Ruth if she weren’t riding the cock of a lifetime. She’d have enjoyed their petulant squabbling from atop her high horse, sneering down at the lauded Ladies of Liberty.

But that part of her was gone. Swept clean after her psychological safeguards were destroyed, laying bare every insecurity, shameful secret, and vulnerability she had locked away.

Now, they were exposed to the cold, clinical scrutiny of her rapidly expanding intellect, Ruth could admit she’d been flawed. Marred by an unkind childhood, tainted by parental preconceptions, and willfully ignoring her own superpower despite the glaring evidence.

What remained was a purer iteration of herself, not driven by irrational emotions or hate-guided whims. A Dr Ruth Ruthless who relished the giant bitch-breaker grinding against her sweet spot and swamping her in potent cosmic energy.

“Yeeessss! Yes, yes, yes! Don’t hold back! Cum in me… cum meeee~!”

“Everyone, pipe down.” Zane barked, milk spilled from his stubly jawline, giving his chiseled chest a polished sheen. “I don’t need help fucking this MILF pussy.”

He sure didn’t. Ruth’s uterine walls contracted around his galvanized girth, as her vulva swelled and her Bartholin's glands gushed fluid. She’d attained an unheard-of sense of proprioception, tuned into her own physiology on a cellular level.

And every iota of that wondrous new ability was laser-focused on their riotous intercourse.

“We know, sugar. But you get us so worked up. Our hard-fucking studmuffin.” Kinetica moaned, cramming her squirting nipples back into Zane’s waiting maw. “Mmmm… that’s right, drink deep. I’ve always got more milk for my big, strong provider.”

“We can’t… ahhhh~! C-can’t help ourselves.” Sally Putty panted, her form softening like her namesake, melting onto him. “We cum when you do… gah! Oh, sir!”

Another blast of yellow energy rocked all three superwomen like the proverbial hurricane.

Ruth noted that the radiation emissions were increasing in frequency and intensity as the male’s arousal grew. She fared little better; the vascular flow to her engorged clitoris was quite distracting, and Zane’s pre-ejaculated output had risen, dousing her clenching insides with concentrated cosmic power.

The dual effects of both sources were glorious, like basking in the sun while imbibing liquid starlight. It burned, but it was a good burn. A fiery baptism that scoured away mortal weakness and useless inhibitions.

She wanted–no, she needed more!

Deciphering Zane’s use of contemporary vernacular, her brilliant mind calculated a new avenue of attack.

MILF /mɪlf/

Noun. Vulgar slang.

A sexually attractive woman who has children or is in early middle age.

Ruth gasped, arching into his punishing thrusts as a plan quickly formulated. Factoring in their age gap, a dash of Freudian theory, and the primal male imperative to sow wild oats…

“C’mon, sweetie. Don’t hold back.” Ruth urged in a low, husky tone. “Give mommy what she wants. Today’s not a safe day, and we’re not using protection. Please cum inside mommy. Give her a baby.”

“Holy shit!” Zane’s meaty immensity lurched violently in her convulsing cervical channel. “What the absolute fuck?”

For a nanosecond, Ruth thought she’d misstepped. But no, Zane’s heart rate and temperature skyrocketed as he staggered over to a support column. Slamming back against the cold surface knocked the wind out of the redheaded reprobate and drove his heinous hardness deep into her uterus.

“Yes, Sweetie… Hnnmph~! Yeeesssssss!!” She pleaded, locking her legs around his waist like a bear trap. “Harder! You can fuck mommy harder, can’t you? Fuck her ‘til she can’t walk straight or think of anything but chasing more of your hot sweetie spunky!”

“Jesus–fuck! That’s so messed up, it’s actually turning me on.” Zane snarled, his whole body strobing with yellow light. Kinetica and Sally Putty had dropped to the floor, watching while frantically pawing at each other. “You want it? Well, you’re gonna get it. I’m about to fill this slutty mom bod with a truckload of baby batter.”

“Do it, sugar.” Kinecta moaned, writhing on her teammate’s lapping tongue-hand. “Enhance the evil bitch and make her yours…”

“Do it, sir.” Sally echoed, drooping like warm candle wax as the psionic blonde strummed her clit, which inflated large as a tangerine. “Then do me again, too!”

“Fill mommy, sweetie!” Ruth cried, feeling him throbbing on the cusp of release. She soaked in his radiant energy as her vaginal walls clamped around him. “Pleeeease… stuff mommy’s empty womb so full she leaks for days!”

Zane let out an inarticulate roar, burying himself to the hilt in her clenching cooch before erupting. The power of the multiverse spewed into Ruth on a river of irradiated seed, and her tortured mind blossomed like a Kadupul flower…

Epiphyllum Oxypetalum or Queen of the Night. An ephemeral epiphytic cactus blossom. Born amongst prickly needles, the night-blooming cereus was highly prized by anthophiles. The symbology was aptly analogous.

Her cognitive abilities unfurled, tendril-like petals extending into hitherto undiscovered realms of logic and reasoning. Billions of new synaptic connections sprouted in Ruth’s frontal lobe, boosting her computational capacity to exospheric heights as every memory, action, and emotion since birth crystallized with perfect clarity.

The shock was so abstruse, so ****, the felonious femme didn’t realize she was climaxing again until the hormonal payload carpet-bombed her hypothalamus. Monstrous amounts of oxytocin and dopamine flooded the ‘feel-good’ neurotransmitters, overloading the reward center of her brain.

Untold secrets of the universe revealed hints of their boundless complexity to the MILF scientist like coquettish debutants flirting with impropriety. Letting her glimpse beneath their skirts, flashing an inkling of garter as she went completely supernova.

“SWEEEETIEEE!!”

The unimaginable scale of everything stripped Ruth bare. Her place in the infinitely bigger picture was beyond minuscule.

She was the tiniest ant contemplating the Himalayas. A single grain of sand on the ocean floor. An utterly insignificant mote of dust dancing in a sunbeam for a fraction of a second before vanishing.

Ruth wouldn’t register as a blip on the galaxy’s radar. But with enough of the superlative power streaming into her from the hunky enhancer’s snatch-smashing mega-dick, she would be soon.

Surrendering to the delirious rapture, the quaking villainess howled in harmony with her fellow supers, reveling orgasmically together in his brilliant radiance for a blissful eternity.

When it was finally over and the room stopped spinning, Ruth let out a quiet burp. Goodness, she felt bloated! Her pooched belly glowed softly as though she’d swallowed a lightbulb. Still, Zane remained rigid as an adamantine rod inside her double-stuffed pussy.

Muscle-bound proof of the Coolidge effect, sandwiching her against the column. Ruth purred with pleasure, sure they could… come to an accord. With these kinds of perks, Zane would find she could be most agreeable.

“Is she done?” He asked Kinetica, and the blonde heroine cackled as though he’d said something hilarious.

Ruth laughed along with her, dragging Zane’s attention back to her. Squeezing her kegel muscles, she landed a light jab on his stony jawline—just a little love tap. It was like punching a concrete block, provoking no reaction beyond a flat stare.

“Oh, you’ve captured the tigress, sugar. But she’s not house trained yet.” Kinetica tittered, hugging the shapeless mass that was Sally Putty’s post-coital form. “Maybe ask her?”

“Huh?”

“She means you haven’t banged the wickedness out of mommy yet, sweetie.” Ruth smirked, digging her heels into Zane’s rear. “But a couple more rounds might do the trick.”

End of Part Three.

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