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Alan finally undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. His very large, insistent erection bounced out.
Christine stared at it with great alarm, but more than a little arousal too. Great Hera! What's wrong with me?! This twisted soul is about to rape me and my loins are starting to lubricate even more? It can't be! It's a completely hopeless situation but I have to resist every step of the way and pray for rescue.
She said, "Alan, please. Let's talk this out. I had no idea I hurt you so badly. I had no idea you love me so much either. Can't we make some kind of deal?"
But Alan didn't answer. He merely said, "You know, since you're a captive of the Lasso of Truth you cannot tell a lie. So tell me: why did you turn me down when I asked you out?"
"I don't know! I really don't! I was a fool. Looking back on it now, I think it was partly that I was taken by complete surprise. I thought of you as a friend and didn't have a chance to consider there might be something more there. Also, I was scared. I'd never even kissed a guy and I thought I wasn't ready to start. And to my great shame, I must admit that it was partly due to status. I was a pretty important figure in school and you were unfortunately more or less a nobody, socially. A lot of girls would have teased me if we were more than just friends."
He started to rub his erection against her hip while he continued to run his hands all over her defenseless body. "So that's it?! I was driven to the brink of madness because you were afraid of a little teasing?! Even now, you crush my soul."
"I'm so sorry! I really am. You have the lasso around me so I can't be lying about my sincere regret. Looking back, I know I fell in love with you at some point but by the time I realized that, it was too late and you had Amy! Look! Again the lasso proves that I'm not lying."
He climbed up onto the bed and started to climb over her. "Amy meant nothing to me. She only reminded me of you." He looked at her face and was mesmerized by her luscious red lips. "Oh! Christine! Do you remember our goodnight kisses on our platonic dates? Have you ever kissed a man on the lips since?"
"Of course not. I knew that my secret powers would be rendered useless if I lost my virginity so I was afraid to start any romance. And all the while I still carried a flame for you. I was willing to lose all those powers for you, but not for any other man! Again, the lasso proves my words! But now, the twisted, dark soul you've become..."
"I'm sorry, Christine. I'm so sorry. I should have been stronger and not given into my base lust, but your incredible beauty was more than I could take. We may never be able to regain our lost chances and innocence, but I'll have to console myself by having you as my sex pet."
"No, Alan, no! It doesn't have to be that way."
"It does. I'm afraid I can't risk the chance of losing you again. I can't take the lasso off. If you were to escape, I would truly go insane." He was on top of her now and continued to slowly scoot up her body.
"What are you doing?!"
"Again, I'm so sorry, but I can't stop myself. For years I have dreamt of fucking your brains out, taking every hole and pounding into your sweet body with my hardness until the end of time. I can't wait a moment longer. I love every inch of you, but more than anything, God dammit, I love your tits. I have to have them!"
Now sitting on her stomach, he lined his erection up with her cleavage and pressed forward. "It's not just that they're so damn huge, but they're impossibly perfect in every way, just like you."
Christine struggled to create a better tit tunnel for Alan to fuck but couldn't since she was unable to use her bound hands. She thought, Why am I trying to help him with this humiliating act? I must be as mad as he is! But there's something about him that I just can't resist. Maybe it's that cute irrepressible smile of his or maybe it's the way he used to treat me so kindly when everyone else was turned off by my ice queen reputation. Or maybe it's all those rumors and stories about his incredible sexual exploits!
Alan held Christine's breasts by the nipples, pulling on them as he started to plow away through her cleavage. He was helped by a couple extra inches of penis, thanks to Christine's generous dream imagination.
Damn! So it begins! I imagine he'll never be satisfied until he's taken all my holes and destroyed my super powers. Actually, it sounds like he'll never be satisfied period. I'm probably going to have to suffer this indignity and much worse every single day of my life from now on. The horror!
Alan continued to happily stroke away between her large, soft orbs and tease her nipples.
She thought, So if it's so horrible, then why am I so aroused? Why did I put up such little resistance and let him capture me? Why is my pussy so wet? It's like my body actually CRAVES to be mounted by this twisted man. Having him tie me up and relentlessly use my chest for his own selfish pleasure actually turns me on! It can't be. I HAVE to resist! ... I sure wish he'd stop doing what he's doing to my nipples, though. That's making me hornier than anything else.
Alan suddenly stopped, as if he'd read her thoughts. "God! As much as I love to fuck your huge hooters, there's so much of you to explore." He scooted back down her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach as he went.
Her concern grew as his mouth started to blow air over her bush and onto her clit. "What- what are you doing?"
"I may have an evil and twisted soul, but you can't say I won't treat your body right. I'm going to make you cum over and over and I'm not going to stop until you scream my name with pure joy."
He dropped his face into her crotch, practically burying his nose in her pussy lips.
Christine moaned, "NO! What...? Don't! Oh! ... Not so...! Not so good!"
He was licking her pussy like it was the greatest experience of his life, which it was. Generally his tongue lapped up and in her pussy lips while his fingers toyed with her clit, but sometimes his tongue and fingers switched places.
He paused for a little while just to admire her pussy. "Mmmm. That's a nice one. Nothing like a good ol' all-American, corn-fed, natural blonde pussy. All covered with Stars and Stripes on your red, white, and blue uniform, too." He cackled. "My tongue feels so patriotic!" Then he dove back in.
Christine was concerned that she would climax thanks to the ministrations of a criminal mastermind. She tried to resist, but his every touch was so electric and magical that she knew it was no use.
"Alan! NO! Please! Have mercy, please! ... Spare me. If you keep doing that, I'm gonna... No! Stop! Too good!"
Within minutes, Alan worked her up to a powerful climax. Her protests eventually turned into cries of, "Yes! YES! God, yes! Great Hera forgive me, but I love it!"
Her whole body practically exploded with orgasmic pleasure. She writhed about frantically and helplessly. She actually loved the fact that her arms were bound and that she was at the complete mercy of her lover.
Alan kept licking her pussy even after her great multiple orgasm and even after she completely passed out.
Christine came to only to find Alan still lapping away happily between her powerful thighs. But as her senses returned she realized her pussy was much too sensitive and she successfully begged him off.
But he was only getting started. "Seeing you cum so hard on my tongue has just increased my desire even more. You truly are the sexiest woman in the world, especially when you're in the throes of passion. But as much as I love your pussy, your face is what haunts me. You're so beautiful." He began scooting back up her body.
Christine was in a sexual la-la land, still dreamy from her great climax. She cooed, "Oh Alan... If being with you means I have to be bad, then I don't wanna be good."
But then Alan added, "I love your face. I dream about it every night. That's why I can't wait to fuck it." He scooted up further.
"What?! Alan, please, no!"
"It's only fair. I gave you oral pleasure, now it's your turn to do the same. Isn't that what superheroines are all about, fairness and justice?"
"Yes, but..."
He continued to slowly work his way back up her body, kissing and fondling as he went.
The anticipation for Christine was excruciating. Finally his groin reached her neck. She fully expected him to put his big hard-on in her mouth and fuck her face, but he did not. At least, not yet.
Instead, he sat up on his heels a bit with his knees on either side of her head so that his erection hung several inches above her face. He could have put it in her mouth, but instead he rested the tip against her left cheek.
He looked to be on the verge of tears. "Christine, I've been stalking you for years. I know this face better than I know my own. I just couldn't let go of you, even though you so cruelly rejected me. I want to make love to every last inch of you. Is that wrong? If it is, I don't care! I love you in my own twisted way!"
He slowly dragged his erection around her face, leaving a copious trail of pre-cum wherever he went. His actions seemed more loving than lustful, because it seemed as if his hard-on was actually caressing her face. It explored her nose, ears, jaw line, and even the tiara on her forehead. He mumbled, "I'm going to savor this moment as long as I can..."
She thought, God dammit again! Alan has always been annoyingly thoughtful. Even now, he's nice enough to get me in the mood with foreplay before he takes my mouth. But he's TOO nice! Dammit, stick that fat thing in my mouth already! I want it! Lord help me, but I actually want to suck on his big dick until kingdom come. What kind of sorry-assed superheroine does that make me? I don't know, but I DO know that I'm going to scream out soon if he DOESN'T stuff my lips with cock soon!
Alan had been thoughtful, but now he said, "Say the magic word."
"What?" She had to close her eyes because he was even running his penis over her eyelids. Additionally, as he'd been doing for some time now, one of his hands was stretched back behind him and working on her clit. She thought she would go completely bonkers, it felt so good.
"I said, 'say the magic word.' You know the one I mean."
Christine replied in a pouty, spoiled baby voice, "I don't..." She was going to say "wanna" but the lasso prevented her from telling a lie.
He teased in a sing-song voice, "Oh, I think you dooOOOoooo..." With his arm stretching back behind him, he was fingering her pussy lips, making her even hotter. But more maddeningly, his dick was now rubbing all around her lips but not actually entering in them.
"It's not fair," she complained, still using a pouty voice. "You have me completely at your mercy. You're making me so incredibly hot for you, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it!"
"No one says life is fair." He brought his erection right over her mouth but didn't press down into it.
Christine suddenly found her tongue darting out, licking pre-cum right as it came out of his piss hole. She blushed as she realized what she was doing and pulled her tongue back. "My body is betraying me!"
"And what an incredible body it is. They say that busty superheroines make the best sluts. Is that true?"
She thought, So much for him being nice. He's torturing me! This is cruel and unusual punishment. But I have an iron will. I have my pride. I WILL NOT GIVE IN!
Alan again ran his erection all around her lips.
This time, she suddenly jerked her head forward and attempted to swallow his cockhead.
He let her succeed for a bit and she happily wrapped her lips around it and tried to feed more and more of it into her mouth by leaning her head steadily forward.
However, Alan was just playing with her and also was raising himself up, finally moving his erection completely out of reach.
She let out a very frustrated sigh and dropped her head back down.
He immediately resumed painting her lips with a trail of pre-cum.
She sighed even louder. Then, almost inaudibly, she said, "Please."
"What was that? I can't hear you."
"Yes you can, you evil motherfucker! I said please, dammit!"
"Please what? What do you want me to do?" He started to run his dick over her nose, going further and further away from her mouth.
"Fuck you! Please fuck my mouth! Is that what you wanted to hear? I want you to fuck my mouth more than I ever wanted anything in my whole life and since you still have me bound with my own goddamn lasso, you know it must be true! So do it! Dammit, Alan, do it already!"
"Well, since you put it so nicely... Finally! I've been waiting for this moment practically all my life."
He thrust his hips forward as if he was going to do it, but then at the last second he stopped. "Wait. Say it. The other thing."
"What?"
"You know what. The Lasso of Truth will prove your words to be true, if you can in fact say it."
"Oh, Alan... This is so humiliating, after the way you're treating me and the twisted evil man you've become... Turning me into nothing but your sex pet... The truth is, I love you! I always have, I always will!"
Alan's face was overcome with emotion. There was sadness and joy together, but mostly there was lust. He replied, "And I love you too. Now we can stay in bed and love each other until the end of time, starting right now."
He put the tip of his dick right over her mouth again, and again her tongue eagerly sought it out and tried to lick what it could reach. But now he guided it in deeper instead of pulling it away.
Her lips closed around it and again she sighed, but this was a sigh of pure contentment. Oh GOD that feels good! The fact is, I still DO love him and I know I'm going to love everything he does to me. Drive it in deep, Alan! Fuck my throat! I want to learn how to deep throat you. I want to do everything I can to keep your balls emptying into my holes all day long! I may be your slut now, but I'm gonna be the best slut you've ever had!
Thinking about being the best suddenly reminded her of Alan's many other lovers. His dick was inexorably filling her mouth, but in the last seconds while she could still manage to say some words, she asked, "What about your other lovers?"
"What other lovers? Those were all long ago. I gave them up because none of them were you. You're the only one I've ever loved or ever will!"
Now her tongue was frantically licking his cockhead and her lips were sliding over all the cock they could. So she was unable to speak out loud, but to herself she shouted, Alan, I love you too! I don't care what you do to me; I want you to do everything to me because I love you so much! Please! Make me a woman!
Just as Alan's big dick started to hit the back of her throat, she woke up.
She bolted up in bed. Bleah! Oh shit! Not again!
She looked over at her bedside clock and saw it read three in the morning. She sat back against her headboard and sighed. Damn, damn, damn. Ever since I overheard Amy going on about what an incredible sex machine he is, I can't stop thinking about him, and dreaming about him. And when he kissed me, that only made things worse.
But what a STUPID dream. I mean, it's so ridiculously implausible. AS IF I'm in love with him. HA! And the whole premise of Alan being some evil mastermind. Give me a break! Why can't my dreams be more logical? There were plot holes I could drive a truck through. Bleah. In love with Alan. RIGHT! Pffft!
I keep having so many sexual dreams. Why? Why?! For the last month plus, almost every time I remember a dream, it's intensely sexual. It seems that with each additional date I have with Alan, my dreams get more sexual, more vivid, and more, well, Alan-centric.
With all these dreams I'm having I'm really starting to wonder if I'm some kind of repressed insatiable slut. I must be repressed on some level because I'm not in the slightest bit submissive, but I keep having these dreams about being tied up. In fact, that happens in every single dream lately, just about. Maybe that's symbolic, too. Maybe it's my libido that's tied up and is trying to tell me how much it wants to be released. But what if I release it in real life and I go completely bonkers, like in this latest dream? Actually, I should call it a nightmare.
And the dreams always end right before penetration, right before the fun is really gonna start. This stupid virginity of mine. I can't even get laid in my fantasies. I don't even get to find out what a blowjob is like. Argh! And it's all Alan's fault! I was just fine two months ago. Sure, it nagged me to not have a normal social life and no romantic life, but I figured I could let my hair down after getting into the college of my choice.
Then. The rumors. The goddamned rumors. Right after I turned him down for a date, the whole 'Goody-goody' network started to light up like a Christmas tree with rumors about Alan this and Alan that. He was supposedly painting panties on cheerleaders, having sex in closets, sex during lunch, sex with his teacher, blowjobs in bathrooms, sex with Heather even, and on and on. Why, there was even a crazy rumor that he and some stacked blonde had sex completely naked on the hood of a car in the upper parking lot! Ha! As if!
But there are so many rumors that it's obvious at least some of them are true. And everybody starts going off on how sex with him is supposed to be the best thing since sliced bread. Especially Amy. She went into such incredibly graphic detail, and she's his girlfriend - or at least one of them! - so she should know. Then Donna tells me how Alan dominates his women, and even controls Heather, and lo and behold, he dominates me in my dream. It's easy to see the cause and effect. But dammit! I don't want that!
Alan, I hate you! You've piqued my curiosity with all these rumors and now I can't get sex, or you, or sex with you, out of my mind! This is all your fault. The dates we have and all the flirting is just too sexy and fun. I can't stand it! What happened to the old Christine, the good Christine? Even though I still haven't actually done anything I'll regret yet, you've completely perverted my dream mind. Worse, you've been so frustratingly sensible about saying that you wouldn't be good for me and that I should keep my distance from you. That just shames and frustrates me even more and makes me love you for caring about me like that.
No! Woe is me! That's the worst. "Love." How can I love a boy who has a girlfriend and multiple "helpers" besides? Can I be happy as just another helper?
Ha. Hell no! That's a complete non-starter. Thank goodness he rejected that suggestion right off the bat.
I don't need that, no thanks! Although, it wouldn't be THAT bad, really. If only he could make love to me just one time, and make me a woman. He and I should stop talking about it so much and he should just go ahead and do it! Take me!
No. What am I saying? I've gotta shut up. And shut off these feelings. I'm not some helpless blob. I have strength! Willpower! Determination! Alan's bad news and I know it. I can control my feelings for him. I can!
She sighed heavily. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling for a long time. Her feelings for Alan were torn up and confused and she couldn't figure out what she really wanted or what was possible for her to actually get.
