Dreams and nightmares

<!--StartFragment-->Kendra Saunders thought life couldn’t surprise her anymore.

Huge world-shaking upheaval of everything you think you are doesn’t quite hit the same the tenth or so time.

The dreams started when she was 10, her parents had been deeply concerned but the therapists couldn’t find any underlying triggers.

Aside from the occasional night terror the only thing that really came of it was an obsession with all things Egypt.

When the wings sprouted at 13, that caused more problems.

Dreams of flying over great deserts became a nightly occurrence.

They weren’t the majestic pair she was blessed with today, boney nubs with feathers, she could hardly move them let alone take flight. A mocking reminder of what she yearned for every night.

Her awkward teenage years were worse then most, most people think so but most people didn’t need to wear clothes baggy enough to hide a wing binder just to go to high school and not be seen as a freak. 7 different schools before she got it right.

The broken arm at 15, she was sure they were big enough, just needed more airtime, that’s why she jumped from the roof. Explain that to the ER doctor.

The first time she flew was in an airplane.

A trip to Egypt, won in a raffle of all things, her parents still couldn’t agree on which of them had put the ticket in but she was finally going to Egypt.

The song was beautiful, faint and almost too far away to hear at all but it followed her as the tour guide drove through the desert.

The song was so much louder but she could hardly hear it over her pounding heart, she didn’t know tomb raiders were still a real thing, let alone how dangerous they could be.

A burning jeep and the tragic parental loss that seemed to follow about 80% of the hero community later, she was running in the dark, the smell of gasoline in the air and sand in her mouth.

She didn’t see the guy she ran into but they collided and he fell to the ground with her, the large sack on his shoulder hitting the ground with a heavy metallic clank.

The clouds parted and the full moon caused a silver glint on the handle sticking out of the bag, every drop of adrenaline flooded through her as she reached without thinking and grabbed tight.

She didn’t even need to swing it, the raw magical release that accompanied grabbing it exploded with lightning fire and ice in all directions. Those particular bandits never raided another tomb again.

She was no longer Kendra Saunders. She was no longer JUST Kendra Saunders.

It was a bittersweet moment to realize she had been right at 15, the wings were big enough, she had just been missing the ability to channel her energy to reinforce them.

She soared over the sand, back to the town. She clutched the bag tightly, the only thing left in the world that truly belonged to her.

She swore that was the last time life would surprise her, change her in a way she didn’t see coming.

The hanging cage creaked as it swung back and forth from the chain.

Her arms bound behind her back with rebar.

Her wings bound behind her back with magic

**** on her knees with her ankles secured to the delicate thin brass bars that had been magically reinforced making them nigh unbreakable.

There was a livestream of that guy doing awful things to Starfire, he hit her, insulted her, groped and molested her.

She was only dripping wet and horny because of the muscular blond bimbo who wouldn’t stop rubbing and probing at her pussy.

Her eyes kept locking on his face, it was like déjà vu

If the damn bimbo would either stop teasing her or let her cum she might actually be able to think it through, figure out why he was so…familiar?

Why were there so many hot strong women throwing themselves at his feet? She wasn’t close with Starfire but she wouldn’t let someone rip open her shirt and pinch her nipples well calling her a worthless troq whore but there it was on screen.

Supergirl was terrifyingly strong, and the recent struggle left her wondering if she was actually stronger then she thought. Supergirl had joined her in a sparring exercise once, the fact she had kept up with Supergirl for a few minutes had been her greatest accomplishment as a warrior in this lifetime.

Now she realized it had been pity, playtime, an exercise in futility.

Flashes of memory’s from past lives came too fast for her to parse them, so much of those other lives was still hidden in shadow.

Zatanna learned something about the spell she had cast on him, well it left her forever unable to beat a man, she was more effective then ever on women.

The magical defenses in her mind were no longer as big of an obstacle as they seemed.

Kendra Saunders faced a problem few ever do, the difference between false memories and repressed ones is almost impossible to see.

Its easier to use parts that already exist so memories of being restrained and captured played well feelings from times of romance and love were overlaid.

Zatanna’s false memories had one job, one purpose, to implant the base idea that each and every one of her past lives had been a bondage loving submissive in addition to whatever else she already knew.

Its been hours of this, her pussy had never felt need like this in any of her lives.

The camera showed a close up of him slapping his thick long cock on her face.

It would feel so good inside of her.

The thought almost slipped by, almost went unexamined.

She had never had that thought about anybody.

Her relationship history was not good, she couldn’t let anyone get close to her back in school and since going public as Hawk Girl every guy was either grossed out by the wing or TOO turned on by them.

She was looking at that cock with the same wistful expression she used to look at photos of Egypt.

She didn’t know anything about him but there was another tied to her curse, her true soul mate.

It couldn’t be, not him. This disgusting ****?

Thinking the word **** sent a cold shiver up her spine but her pussy also squeezed down extra hard on the probing fingers.

Maybe she was fighting a losing battle, life was always going to find a way to surprise her.

He buried his cock in Starfire and all his previous ministrations culminated in her cumming hard enough that she fired involuntary starbolts from her fingers.

She had to respect the skill and ease with which he played the orange skinned slut. It was all so calculated, every step taking her further and further from her comfort zone until she couldn’t see the way back.

If your gonna be bad, might as well be good at it.

******

Her daydreams were Interrupted when I entered the room.

Powerless Girl was diligently edging her as she silently moaned and squirmed.

I stood next to Powerless Girl and reached through the cage, and put the tips of my ring and middle finger against her burning hot snatch.

“Part of me was scared you would have a cloaca or something” was the only thing I said to her before thrusting my fingers into her, rapidly pistoning them in and out as hours of buildup suddenly exploded unexpectedly.

She screamed so damn loud it made noise through Zatanna’s silence spell.

I used her hair to dry my hand and then walked back out of the room without another word.

*****

It was a life-changing experience, on par with what it was like to first touch the mace, electricity on a raw nerve.

Looking at the blond bimbo she felt something had changed but couldn’t figure it out, were her nipple piercings always red and grey? Wasn’t it blue?

Holding up those same probing fingers she suddenly vibrated her hand near the speed of sound for a second before smiling.

Kendra understood immediately that was as much a threat as a promise and let out a silent whimper as she disappeared behind her once again.

“it only took an hour for you to start pushing back and trying to get me to make you cum, I wonder how long its going to take for you to pull away and want me to stop” was the last thing she heard before the strongest vibrations she ever experienced ripped all the thoughts out of her head and left her with nothing but blinding white pleasure.