Chapter Twelve

"–what the shit?!"

Ruth’s eyes nearly bugged out when the Freedomobile’s enormous spoiler moved out of the way to reveal Kinecta. Her archnemesis was utterly naked and kneeling, hungrily gorging on the cretin’s hard dick like a fat camp escapee at a buffet.

“Urgh… Ack… Hurk!”

The heroine’s cascading golden locks and arresting features were unmistakable, while the rest of her famously svelte, graceful figure had been warped beyond belief. Giant breasts, fat and creamy, bounced like buoyancy aids on her trim torso. Flaring hips and a globular bubble butt highlighted Kinetica’s pinched waistline, creating the exaggerated hourglass silhouette of an overinflated fuckdoll.

Ruth staggered, rendered momentarily insensible by the crude spectacle of Liberty City’s noblest defender reduced to a cock-gobbling whore.

“Fuck yeah, babe. That’s it. Suck me deep. I wanna feel you **** on it.”

The man’s voice was rough, commanding. Hoarse with desire. Kinetica gurgled in ecstatic accent, hands buried between her thickened haunches, delving her awe-inspiring thigh gap with frantic fingers.

She didn’t seem so heroic now, Ruth noted, blushing like a woman half her age.

However oafish he first appeared, her target was certainly putting Liberty City’s lead defender through her paces. His open shirt and lack of pants exposed a panoply of dense, defined muscles that flexed with each punishing thrust. Well-shaped glutes and thick quads bunching as he plundered the peerless superheroine’s gagging throat.

Who would have believed that proud, upstanding Kinetica was such a submissive little slut?

Ruth giggled with wicked delight, stepping further into his flashing field of fluorescence. Bathing in the invigorating effect of the power she sought–that she’d personally gathered and distilled. It felt incredible, even second-hand—the final puzzle piece for her Machiavellian machinations.

Armored thighs clenching, the nefarious heiress slowly lowered her aim to witness Kinetica’s shameful performance.

“Glack… Urk… Mnnnph!”

She looked so damn stupid.

Tears streaked the blonde bitch’s cheeks, bruised lips sealed tight around the big lug’s pistoning member. He was really giving her the business, nailing Kinetica’s skull against the passenger door with zero regard for her comfort.

Ruth watched that long, girthy dick sawing back and forth, mesmerized. Heat dripping in her center. He was hung. She gave the grunting degenerate due credit. Kinda hunky too. More handsome up close.

Not that it mattered. Superficial attractiveness meant nothing to her. Dr Ruth Ruthless’s supreme intellect had evolved beyond such base distinctions.

Still… the way he took and owned the dumb whore’s mouth tickled Ruth’s sinister sensibilities. She had dreamed of bringing the uppity Ladies of Liberty to their knees. Drowning them in their arrogance.

She’d plotted and schemed, bribed and ****, invested billions into weapons development with the singular goal of beating them at their own game.

And though this fall from grace wasn’t of her devising, it was still imminently satisfying.

A flutter of movement winked in Ruth’s periphery, so fast she almost missed it. Her suit’s proximity alarms barely pinged. She tore her eyes away from the lurid scene to follow it when the man spoke.

“Think you’re hot shit, huh? Treating regular folks like stepping stones because you’ve got a trust fund and a superiority complex? How can you fit through doorways with that massive chip on your shoulder? Rich narcissists like you are the worst.”

Huh?

Seething with rage, Ruth spun to confront the face-fucking beefcake, oozing contempt for his naivety, only to catch a full **** blast of cosmic radiation.

It struck her core like a metaphysical wrecking ball, electrifying something dormant. The persistent tugging on her mind became the dragging of a tow rope affixed to a truck.

Pain.

A thousand ice cream headaches hit at once. As though giants wielding pickaxes were hewing at her grey matter, digging violently to unearth the priceless diamond that was her brilliance.

Ruth dropped to her knees, stifling a scream and clutching her temples. The system monitoring her vital signs blinked red alert warnings. Her power armor attempted to shield her from the influx of power. But even through the cerebral agony, the mad scientist could sense herself changing.

“Don’t fight it.” Whispered a seductive voice. “Open yourself to the possibilities…”

“What, no snide retort? Where’s witty banter? I thought that was how these things went.” The brute scowled, yellow eyes blazing like the sun at noon. Ruth considered how the angry expression emphasised his strong, lantern jaw. “You’re supposed to be a big, badass villainess. Not some simpering MILF in a cosplay costume.”

“I-I-I won’t be… defeated so easily.” Ruth tried, sounding uncertain as her discordant thoughts scrabbled, **** for any purchase. “You will… regret this.”

It was weak repartee, she had to admit. But even as invisible talons ripped at Ruth, she could feel something awaken within.

The awful hurt was peeling away extraneous layers. Breaking down mental barriers. Removing the blinders and unharnessing her stunning intellect. She was on the verge of a breakthrough. The galaxy, with all its complexity and infinite mysteries, awaited just beyond the horizon. The answers to everything, almost within her grasp…

Her bleary gaze landed on Kinetica again. She appeared completely stoned. Baked out of her skull. Slurping and slobbering like a stupid slut on that impressive throat-plugging prick.

Fire ignited in Ruth’s apex—an inferno of primal desire that burned dimly beside the greater, more conceptual enlightenment offered. Yet, when she reached for the knowledge, Ruth found herself tethered.

Barred from ascending right before the finish line.

“Disengage your armor. Take what is offered.” The sultry voice murmured. “Soak in the power and accept your fate.”

Ruth shivered as warm breath coiled around her ear like a serpent.

Her fingers trembled against the controls of her power armor, the sleek ballistic plates humming faintly as they responded to her hesitation.

Disengage your armor.

The command echoed in her mind, seductive and insistent, as if it knew every secret corner of her psyche. Impossible. Ruth’s psionic negator blocked such incursions.

Accept what is offered.

She couldn’t. She shouldn’t. This was a trap, a ploy to strip Ruth of her defenses and leave her ****. But the heat churning low in her abdomen, the way her thighs clenched involuntarily, made it hard to reason clearly.

Her gaze flickered back to Kinetica, the once-proud bitch now reduced to a moaning, trembling mess. Her golden hair clung to flushed cheeks, lips swollen and drooling.

The sight was... arresting. Ruth couldn’t look away.

“You’re holding back.” Her studly target growled, his voice low and gruff, cutting through the haze. His supernova eyes bore into her, unforgiving. “You’re so used to being in control, aren’t you? Never giving two shits about anyone else. Always scheming, always planning.”

He was angry. That much was dreadfully apparent in the way he hate-fucked Kinetica’s mouth. Venting his fury on the kneeling, gagging skank. Distending her slender neck with his prodigious fuckpole. Hammering her skull against the Freedomobile with every vicious thrust.

“But what happens when you let go?” Husked the voice in Ruth’s ear. “How would it feel to surrender for once?”

“I don’t—” Ruth started, voice uncharacteristically shaky, but the words caught as a fresh detonation of cosmic energy blew through her. “I-I-I… Ahhhhh~!”

It wasn’t pain this time—it was need. A desolate, clawing hunger that made her knees weak and her heart race. Her armor’s systems flickered, the HUD sputtering as her fingers danced on the controls.

“Let go.” The voice whispered again, softer now, almost tender. “You’ve battled long enough. A clever tactician understands there’s value in surrender. You’re clever, aren’t you? Stop fighting and let yourself feel…”

Ruth’s armor hissed as the seals released, weapons and plates detaching with a series of mechanical clunks. Cool air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and legs. She was exposed now, wearing nothing but a sleek black bodysuit, the form-fitting nanopolymer hugging the mature curves of her ultra-toned body.

She felt... naked.

**** in a way she’d never allowed before. Her heavy breasts heaved, puckered nipples visible in stark relief. A slick patch darkened the material coating her firm thighs, shining wetly in the bright light.

Stripped of her protections, the pulsating energy struck Dr Ruth Ruthless with the unstoppable **** of a tsunami. Roiling. Rending. The power threatened to reduce her to atomic dust while she came apart in a colossal, earth-shaking climax.

“AAAIIYEEEE!!”

Ruth wailed in ecstasy and would have collapsed if not for invisible bindings, which ensnared her arching, quivering body. Immediately, she was trapped, unable to move an inch, and didn’t care.

“Took your sweet time, babe.” The yoked-out hunk growled. “Why the delay?

A second Kinetica swooped into view from behind Ruth, indistinguishable from the one stuck face-first on his pistoning prick but clothed in her signature costume of black, gold, and blue. The skimpy spandex outfit was stretched to the limits over her extravagant curves; long blonde hair flapped like a banner as she flew.

“Sorry, Zay-Zay.” Kinetica purred, addressing the skull-fucking aficionado. “Ruth had a psionic negator. My powers couldn’t touch her until she willingly deactivated the blocker. Happily, your sheer machismo cooked her goose.”

“Whatever, I'm close to finishing. Join Sarah down there if you want your share.”

“Mmmm, thank you, sugar.”

Then there were two Kineticas kneeling side by side like mirror images, one barely clothed, the other completely naked. The built hunk gave the bare-ass twin a couple more harsh thrusts then pulled out with a growl to jack himself off.

“Here it comes, babes!”

His erect cock was a remarkable specimen, by Ruth’s groggy estimations, ranked in the top ninety-sixth percentile—a rare find. A prime example of peak masculinity. Moreover, it was flaring like a beacon in his pumping fist, clearly the source of the strobing energy waves that came faster and faster.

Ruth sagged in her unseen bonds, climaxing on a constant loop, her pussy on fire as every nerve in her body sang with toe-curling euphoria. Each orgasmic uppercut shook the villainess’s bones, knocking her for six to the Nth degree, bombarding her with sensual stimuli.

Then he was cumming, fountaining vast volumes of energy-infused semen into both Kineticas’ gaping mouths, alternating back and forth. A superhuman quantity flowed out of him, painting the interchangeable blondes’ smiling faces, glossy tresses, and indecent knockers in glowing goop.

They clung to each other, quaking through rapturous fits of their own. The last sight Ruth saw was his cosmic seed rapidly vanishing as it soaked into their shiny skin before succumbing to welcoming darkness.

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