The Human Bomb

Phantom Lady liked The Human Bomb's room. She liked it a lot. Maybe it was the decor, maybe it was the comfortable bed, but she suspected it was the special handcuffs on the bedpost. They were there for safety reasons; Roy Lincoln's hands could make things explode, so had to be restrained while he slept. Sandra smiled. The last thing she was interested in was safety.

She fastened one of the handcuffs around her left wrist, but her other hand she'd definitely need free. Then she jumped onto the bed, her free hand furiously pushing aside the bottom of her costume, revealing her moist pussy, as she got ready to make it purr.

Her fingers worked their way inside, as she remembered that poor Roy, with his affliction, would never be able to masturbate. She, on the other hand, liked almost nothing better, and it wouldn't be long before her hand would be making her explode.

As she writhed on the bed, her left arm pulled tight by the handcuff, her right arm attempting to disappear inside her, she could smell the scent of Roy on the bedsheets, and wished he was there with her now.

She got her wish as, mid-gasp, she suddenly noticed a large figure looming over her.

"Who's been fingering in my bed?" asked the Human Bomb.

Sandra looked up at him, pulled out her digits and licked them. "Just waiting for you to come along, handsome," she said, backing up on the bed, then fastening the remaining handcuff around her other wrist. "You, of all people, know we've got chemistry," she said, lying spreadeagled before him. "Not to mention biology."

Roy Lincoln didn't need any more prompting and pulled off his containment suit, ready to plunge his rod into her core.

"Make me explode!" she begged him.

Looking down at her hot body, he knew he'd need his asbestos gloves.