Mating Press

Mating Press

You feel the power in each finger of the hand keeping you suspended off the ground. You realize that that’s what it feels like to be held by superstrength. Which, in turn, makes you remember how many times you held Emma in similar ways. What are the odds that Emma forgot?

Her smile changes, and you fear that, now that you’ve outlived your usefullness, she’ll snap your neck. Instead, though, she releases your neck, only to grab your right leg before you’ve even landed painfully on the floor.

“C’mere, you little slut!”

She gives you no time to ponder what it feels like to be called that before she grabs your other legs and holds you upside-down. The fear from moments ago slightly softened your cock, but it jumps right back to attention as you realize where this is going.

“Honestly?” The Silver Sorceress asks rhetorically as the former machiavellian planner, now savage beast, grabs your dick in her strong hand and guides the tip to her sopping wet vagina.

“You can have him in a minute,” Emma replies, then pulls you upwards, penetrating her fully in an instant.

She then grabs your ankles again and fucks you upside down. Between behind upside down and shaken around, your vision blurs. Your head bangs against the floor a few times before you learn to keep your chin tucked, and look up at Emma’s full, bouncing breasts.

But still, the feeling is incredible; this pussy is so tight even without the super-muscles deliberately crushing and squeezing your cock that it’s unbelievable that it’s the same average vagina you’d fucked in her office last night.

“God! God! Nnnnnnn! Yeeessss!” Emma shouts.

You certainly can’t think of anything to say. You feel your orgasm not far off, and wonder how long she’ll keeping fucking you like this, high on her new power.

Hopefully for a while. But not too long; you really had wanted to fuck Silver Sorcesses.

You realize what your last thought - possibly the most submissive - no, slutty - thing you’ve thought since your capture, (though admittedly, probably not by much) - right before Emma slams you up into her one last time and holds you there.

“Nnnnnnnn!” She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood as she cums. And between her walls contracting tighter than ever and the psychological effect off everything that’s happening, you cum as well, shooting a load you’d been storing since morning up into her.

Your eyes clench and whole body shivers in ecstasy as you feel spurt after spurt shoot up into her. She had to be on the pill. And the pill had to work on superbeings, right?

Both your orgasms taper, and your head slumps back on the ground as the last few ropes come out. You look up at her, and the mess of male and female juices now staining her pubic hair.

The smile she gives down to you scares you, as your new body is so weak you already feel spent but you also realize that it makes no difference whether she stopped fucking you now or in 12 hours; she’d made it clear from the start that you were her sex ****, and so fucking this amazon was your life now.

She releases your ankles and steps away, your dick sliding out and heels falling over your head until you lay in a slump on the floor.

“Incredible. This day’s everything I’ve ever dreamed. They'll be writing history books about this for millenia.

In a pile of shared juices, you catch your breath on the floor. The meaning of her words starts to sink in. This wasn’t just your **** and enslavement; Emma had every intention of using the powers you just lost to conquer the world. To hurt people.

Of course, it wasn’t like you could stop her. Might as well…

“Impressive. Truly. But the debauchery can wait until we settle my payment.”

Silver Sorceress’s voice reminded you of something. Specifically, how Emma still wasn’t the strongest being in the room. That honor went to a being you’d once tricked.

You put your hands underneath you, unsure whether you were strong enough to stand, but ideas started to form in your head. Emma had powers, now, but such a sudden change meant she might be psychologically ****. You could maybe offer to teach her to use them properly or otherwise trick her into–

“Aaa-gurck”

A massive arm you didn’t realize was Emma’s until it pulled you back against her new giant jugs came over your head and began **** you.

“Night, night, ‘hero,” Emma said the last word with obvious irony. In the blood ****, your vision was already blackening. “The girls are talking. We’ll get you when we need you.”

Your world went dark.