Testing Your Limits (2)

Ch 11 - Testing Your Limits (2)

17:30 Friday

“It will work,” Natasha agreed. She still felt tired, but in that satisfying way you felt tired after very intense exercise, a bone-deep heaviness suffusing her body.

They were tangled together haphazardly on the bed, all naked now, because Natasha felt slightly envious of all the skin-to-skin contact going on. They hadn’t had sex again, but there was plenty of touching. Kissing. But mostly talking.

The idea was for Jean, Natasha and Jack’s other moles inside SHIELD to start slowly spreading his influence, to hopefully be able to fly under the radar of the authorities indefinitely. They’d use recordings with a lighter version of the programming he’d used as a basis for them, not trying to disrupt their operations in any way, but merely ensure a continuation of amicable relations.

An entire regional HQ with switched loyalties would be a useful tool or bargaining chip if ever needed, too. Beyond that? Well, he could make that decision when they got there.

Perhaps they could have simply played a recording over the base speakers at all times, but that sort of brute **** approach was more likely to backfire and draw unwanted attention, especially since Jack’s voice was far less potent without his presence. Still, Natasha was going to hook up a failsafe mechanism to do just that, in case of emergency.

While SHIELD had some of the most advanced Tinker-tech security available, that shouldn’t be an obstacle with the proper access codes.

Jean, meanwhile, would be primarily responsible for bringing the most important people into the fold. While SHIELD took admirably paranoid security measures during her 6-month temporary transfer, the psi-dampening earpieces they’d distributed to everyone who did any work near Jean didn’t actually prevent her from influencing someone. They really only slowed her down, and made it a far more delicate procedure to be subtle about, without setting off any alarms.

But Jean wasn’t one of the most powerful telepaths on Earth for nothing, and people were never perfect about following procedure.

She would get the spray bottle that Jack had prepared with his remaining “supply”. The monitoring agents would be alerted to keep an eye out when they were at base, in case someone got suspicious, or shit really hit the fan. Alert Natasha and Jane, protect them and anyone they specified, failsafe mechanism. If all else fails, call Jack.

A pretty simple plan, with Natasha’s knowledge of the base defenses and SHIELD monitoring systems to work from.

“It should.” Jack agreed, trailing his hand down her bare back. Natasha shivered. Jean had not vacated her spot on top of him, and had started snoring softly almost as soon as Jack declared the planning session over. “So, you’re being sent on assignment? How long?”

“They want surveillance on a mutant in Austin. Probably a few weeks.” Natasha mumbled, squirming a little bit closer into his side. “E88, the same organization that was involved in your accident. SHIELD thinks something big is going on, despite us basically wiping their presence out here. Joint operation with the Protectorate, so I’ll be working with some capes.”

Well, that was interesting, even if Jack was a bit perturbed that he wouldn’t be seeing her again for a few weeks, most likely.

I wonder how quickly I could get to Austin if I didn’t hold back?

“I’ll give you a sample and the audio files as well. Just in case you get the opportunity, it wouldn’t hurt to have some more capes on our side. No unnecessary risks, though.”

“Of course.” Natasha agreed, smiling slyly up at him. She suddenly felt wide awake, her hand trailing over his thigh sensuously. “Buuut… Could I help extract that sample?”

Jack chuckled. “I think that can be arranged.”

***

19:00 Friday

Dinner was a surprisingly loving and easy-going affair, I reflected.

Once introduced, Claire got along swimmingly with both Jean and Natasha, just hanging out and talking about normal things. Music. Movies they’d caught recently. All of those little things that seemed to have mostly disappeared from my life a few days ago, replaced with sex and powers, and trying to keep out of the watchful eye of SHIELD and the PRT.

It was… Nice. Very nice. I just soaked in the atmosphere. Not passively. I was still talking and laughing with the rest of them, but the part of my mind that was always watching and analyzing was quiet and content. Soaking it all in.

There was plenty of touching. Between the girls and me, mostly. Jean and Nat occasionally. Even some kissing. But there were no jealous looks, no genuinely negative emotions in the air or the feel of their minds, even if kissing one of them tended to set off a chain reaction.

Claire’s casserole was great, which didn’t surprise me. She’d put her own spin on our mother’s recipe when she was in her teens, and had only improved as a chef since then. She blushed prettily when Natasha and Jean complimented it, stammering out how it was nothing special. But it meant a great deal to her to hear, I could tell, she was proud of it.

At around eight, after they’d cleared the table and started the dishwasher, Claire hugged the two agents goodbye before I drove them back to the café. Sure, my powers were definitely… Lubricating the situation, let’s say.

But it was genuinely amazing how well and quickly they got along.

I dropped the two agents off near Jean’s car, and Natasha’s motorcycle was hidden away in an alley not much further away. Both women clung to me passionately as we kissed goodbye. Easy to get used to.

But Natasha definitely had an extra intensity to her, her blue eyes burning into mine heatedly when we parted, half-lidded with arousal, promising everything. I understood. As much as the calming blanket around my mind helped me act more objectively, with more calculation, I was sure I’d miss her while she was away.

Missing someone I’d met a few days ago, and barely even knew before today. Whose mind I’d shaped like clay. I chuckled at myself as I checked my phone. My life was ridiculous.

[Jack Anderson: Did you check with your friend if I was cool to use the “gym”? After 8 late enough?]

[Luke Cage: He says go for it. Should be fine, just keep an ear out for looky-loos.]

Well, well. I grinned. I was going to try to find my limits.

***

21:30 Friday

I grunted as I set the semi-tractor down again, wiping some sweat from my brow with my sleeve. But not much. It felt good, out in the cooler night air, actually exerting myself a bit. Cooler being a relative term, since that just meant temperatures in the low seventies during June.

I’d dragged the semi all around the yard by a chain. Carefully at first, then more quickly, putting my legs into it. The wheels were locked up, and left deep gouges in the sand. Luckily the area was largely deserted in the evenings. There wasn’t much sound out here, except for the occasional car passing by.

While that meant any noise I generated could raise eyebrows, I was also fairly confident in my ability to notice anyone approaching.

After that I pushed the semi around, from the back. That was harder, but mostly because I wanted to avoid colliding with anything. My hands left pretty serious dents in the steel, but I assumed that was alright.

Moving on, I began lifting. Several hundred reps in, lifting the 7.6 ton vehicle from the ground to up above my head, before controlling the weight carefully on the way back down again - still, I didn’t feel anywhere close to hitting a limit. Not with just this much weight, at least.

I walked around until I found a nice, square sheet of metal, pretty rusted, but fit for purpose and sturdy. I dragged that around, smoothing out the deep gouges in the sand until the yard looked less like a battle had taken place here.

I’d noticed my watcher about half an hour ago, but she was pretty damn silent, so I suspected she’d been there a little longer. Not necessarily trying to hide, but staying quiet as she watched me work out with interest, perched among the shadows on top of the yard’s office building, one toned leg dangling off the edge, well-muscled but lean.

Relatively tall and built like a track star, but older, out of college. Late twenties. Her hair was black, but the light from passing cars would occasionally glint off a few streaks of pink. She was sipping coffee from a travel mug, and the distinctive smell would have tipped me off even if I hadn’t spotted her visually.

…As would the growing smell of her arousal. The feel of her mind when the connection had snapped into place was of curiosity, rushing wind and speed.

I judged the distance silently as I set the sheet of metal back where I’d found it, and smiled slightly to myself. Then I turned towards the building and leapt, landing on the roof right beside her as softly as I could in a single fluid motion.

“Woah, there! Fuck!” She swore. She moved so quickly, I was sure it would’ve been a blur to any normal person, rolling to the side along the building’s edge while balancing the cup, and coming back up onto her feet in a defensive stance, glaring at me. “You almost made me spill, you jerk.”

I shrugged easily, chuckling, my own posture relaxed. “Price of admission for the show, you know. So, who are you exactly? You’re pretty fast.”

“Asshole.“ The girl huffed, but the tension in her stance eased. “Sasha Foster. My uncle owns your little playground. And yes, I am.”

I offered my hand for a shake. “Jack Anderson. I guess I know your uncle through a friend.”

She was clearly still a bit pissed at the literal jump-scare, but shook my hand begrudgingly.

“Yeah, Uncle George told me someone new was dropping by. Figured I’d check you out.” Sasha blushed slightly, barely noticeable in the dark, at the double-entendre.

I kept hold of her hand when she tried to pull it back, “You’re comfortable with me touching you. You don’t mind holding my hand, do you?”

“Um, no?” She shifted a little, blushing further. “It’s alright.”

“Great. So, after checking me out, what do you think?”

Sasha didn’t miss my emphasis, just did her best to ignore it.

She hesitated for a moment, but said, though it clearly pained her a little bit to admit, “You’re pretty damned strong. I’ve been around a lot of capes, and most brutes I know couldn’t toss that semi around like it’s a children’s toy. I don’t think Luke could.”

“Yeah, he told me as much,” I agreed, looking her over. Pretty girl. Not much up top, but all that lean muscle did wonders for her ass. Another car passed by, catching us briefly in its headlights. “How about we take this conversation off the roof?”

“Sure, that’s probably a good idea.” Sasha agreed, only to flush further and squirm when I took that as permission to palm her toned ass with my other hand as I led her towards the edge at a corner of the building facing the road.

“You like that, don’t you?” I chuckled softly in her ear, “You love my hands on you. I could touch you however I wanted. Whenever I wanted.”

“Y-yes.” Sasha shivered, nodding.

“Are you good, or do you want me to carry you down?”

She hesitated for only a second before draining the rest of her coffee. “Beam me down, Scotty.”

I picked her up in a bridal carry and dropped, softening the landing by bending my knees for her benefit, as well as to reduce the sound of the impact against the hard dirt. We were in the shadow of the building cast by the sparse street lights, fairly hidden, when I set her down on her own two feet between myself and the building.

“So, are you - mmmph - mmmmh -,” Sasha moaned in surprised delight when I closed the distance between us and kissed her roughly. I pressed her back up against the wall and manhandled her thick asscheeks thoroughly.

“D-damn,” Sasha moaned when we pulled apart, both of my hands still toying with her rear. “You move pretty quickly, too, huh.”

“Yeah, I do.” I’m sure my grin was absolutely predatory, releasing my new squeeze toy to cradle her face tenderly and look into her eyes. Less tenderly, I said. “You’re going to get down on your knees and **** on my cock until I cum down your throat, Sasha.”

She shuddered, biting her lip. “I - I don’t usually - but… Oh, fuck it.”

Whatever protest she might have had, it was clearly long forgotten by the time her knees touched the ground. She undid my belt hurriedly, panting with arousal. Only when her slim fingers closed around my cock to pull it out, did her eyes widen as something finally gave her a little pause.

“F-fuck, that’s big.” She breathed, her eyes flicking up to mine nervously.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to love worshiping my cock.” I said soothingly, letting my fingers trace along her jaw. “You’re going to be a very submissive and obedient girl for me, aren’t you? Now show me how well you can deepthroat.”

The words had visible impact, her nervousness quickly disappearing under needy arousal.

“Y-yes, Sir.” Sasha practically purred, pulling my cock out and looking up at me meekly as she slipped it past her full, pink lips. I grunted in satisfaction as the girl’s tongue swirled around my cockhead and Sasha gave a low, shuddering moan around my meat, swallowing down my precum.

The girl wrapped one hand around my base and placed the other on my ass for leverage, gagging and **** herself for my pleasure in a way that sent jolts of pleasure up my spine. Her dark green eyes quickly teared up, but kept staring up at me submissively while she worked my cock.

God, that was hot. I grunted with satisfaction while she tried to get me down her throat. She’d been feisty and confident. Powerful, no doubt. A speedster.

I’d squashed that without even trying.

Finally she pulled off my cock, coughing, looking embarrassed while she stroked my meat with both hands. “S-sorry, I’m - um - not very good at this.”

“That’s alright,” I granted, amused, “I’m going to make you practice until you are completely addicted to feeling my cock stretching out your throat.”

“F-fuck, that’s hot,” Sasha moaned huskily, flushing further and her voice trembling with arousal. “I’ll look forward to it.”

Her sweet lips enveloped my member again, sucking eagerly. Hesitantly, blushing, she grasped my hand and tugged it to the back of her head, staring up at me pleadingly. God, she was quite the find. Even clearly inexperienced with someone my size - not that I thought there were many men my size - Sasha was taking the majority of my thick cock like a champ and begging for more.

I obliged her, staring into her eyes. “Relax your throat. That’s it. Good girl. Now - ugh - swallow me down, you slut.” Roughly, inch by inch, I worked my thick manhood further past her plump lips and down the girl’s struggling throat, claiming her by planting my cock inside of it like a flag in foreign soil.

Sasha’s eyes were squeezed shut, tears trickling down her face, staining her cheeks lightly with makeup, while I pressed her cute little button nose into my pubes and grunted with satisfaction. “You’re never going to throw up from **** on my cock, now are you, slut?”

I wasn’t sure that would work, but it couldn’t hurt trying. I felt her shake her head obediently, or try to, since she could barely move with my cock bulging out her throat and my firm grip holding her in place by the hair.

Her short fingernails were digging into my thighs so hard it might’ve been painful for a normal man, while she choked and gagged around my thickness, her spasming throat milking my manhood for all it was worth.

I pulled out, slowly, dragging her pretty lips down the length of my member. Sasha gasped for breath, coughing, and blinked her eyes open to stare up at me.

As soon as she’d marginally recovered, I stuffed her mouth full of cock again. “Hands in your lap sweetie. You’re going to be nice and passive when I use you like this. You’re just an obedient, wet hole for me to fuck.”

Surprisingly, that’s what pushed her over the edge. With her slim hands now clenched in her lap, a powerful shudder went through her body as I bullied her gag reflex into submission again and re-claimed her throat. Sasha moaned soundlessly around my cock, squirming and clenching her thighs together as she climaxed, her tight black running pants gaining a growing wet spot at the junction of her thighs.

I chuckled between grunts of pleasure. “You love it when I treat you like a sex toy, huh.”

It wasn’t really a question or a command, just reinforcement. Sasha’s hands twitched towards her crotch while I humped her face, gagging her on the last two inches of my dick while her throat milked my member. “You can touch yourself. Any good sex toy would.”

“- mmmnggghhh - glk - guk - glmmgh -”

The second I gave her permission, one hand slipped inside her panties and soon she was shuddering again. Before her orgasm had even finished, I grunted a final time in satisfaction, releasing a protracted groan as my manhood spasmed inside her throat, sending jet after jet of my thick, hypnotic cum straight into the super’s belly.

“- mmMMnnNnnngh -” Sasha’s tight body spasmed, again and again, the smell of her arousal growing almost overpowering as her pussy pulsed and gushed in time with my ejaculation. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, her body going slowly limp from lack of oxygen.

When I eventually pulled out of her mouth, the girl came back to life with a gasp, and shuddered again. “- oh fuuuuuuck -” She clamped her other hand over her mouth to muffle herself, fingering her cunt furiously through the final climax.

When her hips ultimately stopped twitching in pleasure, Sasha looked a sweaty, exhausted mess. I chuckled, helping her to her feet and giving the exhausted girl a kiss. She was blushing again when I pulled away.

“I - I don’t normally do this.” She stammered, embarrassed.

I’d been hearing that a lot lately. “That’s alright. You do for me.”

I took Sasha through the more standard lines of trust, loyalty and respect, now that she was even more susceptible. I felt up her tight body, with her murmuring agreement against my chest, nodding along tiredly.

“So… Tell me about all these capes you apparently know.”

“Um, y-yeah, sure.”

Her hoarse voice recovered surprisingly quickly. Sasha was an interesting one. She’d been in school with the so-called Class of Nightmares out of Lander University’s HCP program.

A lot of pretty famous heroes in that group now, though none local. Sasha herself hadn’t graduated, but dropped out after an attack on the school towards the end of their Junior year.

Midway through our conversation, my phone buzzed insistently.

[Beth Masters (Tits): bf just got home. ;)]

[Beth Masters (Tits): are u coming over? :(]

[Beth Masters (Tits): please i need ur cock so bad