Thread: Real heroes wear underwear on the outside (Casket & IxStarfallxl )

LICK ME CLEAN! Nightmaric commanded as he took off his destroyed purple and black cloak and threw it to the ground. Melody walked forward dropped to her knees and stuck her tongue out through her black lipstick covered lips and began to clean him like an animal. His lanky hand fell to the back of her head and gripped one of her pigtails moving her head from his thigh where she'd started, to his groin. All of me! He said with a cruel smile. He was happy to see her back firmly back under his control, but what was really interesting to him was the fact that she'd saved him when the building started to collapse. His mind had been distracted when he'd seen Melody's sister and was quite sure that he'd lost his connection to her mind, yet she still saved him and better yet it was of her own volition. Of course afterward shed vowed to destroy him, but it was a start in the right direction and he was pleased with his progress. They had made it to one of his other secret lairs in the chaos of the aftermath of the warehouse's demolition. This one was in the penthouse district of the city. It was a massive mansion that had been leased by one of his henchmen so no one was the wiser. They'd used his shadow-teleportation powers to walk into a shadow in the alleyway where they'd landed after Swiftgirl God how he hated that name had saved him, and a split second later they'd appeared from a shadow in the garage of the massive estate without any of the neighbors ever seeing them enter the residence. Once they were safe again, he'd firmly reestablished his hold upon her and turned her back into his willing puppet once again. Nightmaric now stared at the big screen TV mounted on the wall as footage from the warehouse battle played on all the major networks. Much of the stuff was helicopter footage shot from above but one of the channels had a ground team of reporters. Their cameraman had his back to the disaster area so that he could film the reporter against the gathering crowds that were starting to form. It was here he got a glimpse in the background of an old familiar face he hadn't seen in many years. Getting out of a cab was the bald black head of his old friend Graven who used to be the world's greatest detective Vigilance. He was unmistakable, the patch over his left eye was an old war wound that Nightmaric had actually given him. Haven't seen you in quite a while old chum! He said to himself. What would you be doing there though? He mused to himself, reaching down with his free hand and picking up the remote control off of the mahogany desktop behind him and paused the digital footage. Graven's head was poised upward while all the other members in the crowd were starting straight forward at the burning wreckage of the warehouse. That look in your remaining eye doesn't just say concern, it says relief too doesn't it? Yes that is it, isn't it? You old sly bastard you, You didn't retire because I took your eye and killed your sweetheart, you retired to play house with a pretty little blond white girl didn't you? Of course it makes perfect sense now, You were the League of Guardian's government liaison back in the day and the only one who would have had knowledge of where they'd taken the girls. You see that Melody? You see that man right there? He said yanking her head off of his thin cock and toward the frozen image on the TV. That man saw fit to rescue your sister from the government lab, but didn't feel the need to save you just the same way the Samaritan whod sworn to protect you picked your sister to save back in the warehouse and left you to die ...How does that make you feel? He asked, shaking her head from the grip he had on her pigtail. ...a....angry....sad...a...abandoned She answered choking back the drool from sucking his cock. As well it should my dear...as well it should. He crooned and then pulled her head back onto his shlong. But I didn't abandon you, I am different from those self righteous superfucks, Melody. I care about you and I can give you a purpose, a purpose of punishing those who abandoned you. If they think they can turn your sister into a new Nova, then I will make you her Eclipse....hahahahahah! YES I LIKE THAT...ECLIPSE! Much better than silly lil Swiftgirl isnt it? A Henchman opened the door to the office and started to walk in before realizing that his master was already here and apparently already engaged with important matters. He was holding a stack of manilla folders and dropped them on the the oak floors at the surprise of seeing his employer' tall, thin pale body standing stark naked and receiving a blowjob from a girl dressed in black lingerie. Melody was baring down on his long thin cock, letting herself gag it down to the hilt and didn't bother stopping when the henchman barged in. Oooh excuse me sir.....I didn't realize you were using this location, is everything alright? He asked, stammering as he tried to avert his eyes and focus on picking up the spilled paperwork. Everything is just fine! We lost our Dockhouse though! You'll need to secure another lair in that district though. Talk to those mafioso fucks and see what we can purchase from them. Also I will be needing a new Nightmare Cloak from my wardrobe.....ooh yes and I'd like for you to buy some street clothes in Melody's size too. Something simple like jeans and a t-shirt....maybe something with a pink Swiftgirl logo on it...Do you think you can handle that? Nightmaric asked snidely as his face started to cringe up signaling his emerging orgasm. DON'T YOU SPILL A DROP! SWALLOW IT ALL! He said turning his attention away from the henchman and back down to Melody's eager mouth. Nightmaric's head tilted back and he howled like a wolf while his cock spasmed deep in her throat, shooting loads of ropy thick cum down her gullet. Yessir The henchman said as he finished gathering up the spilled folders trying to ignore his boss's strange behavior. And get on the city's census database and find out where a Sarah....Sarah.... He stammered in post orgasm lightheadedness while he searched his memory for the information he'd ascertained while briefly in contact with Sarah's mind. Lancastle....Yes, Sarah Lancastle. She probably lives on a college campus right now, but get her last known address before she entered whatever institution of higher learning she was enrolled in. That's where we'll find our old friend. He said with his trademark sinister smile. Yessir I'll get you that right away! The henchmen answered. After hed finished and released his grip on her head, she pulled her head back and licked her lips making sure to do as she was commanded and not spill a drop. Nightmaric peered down at her, his hand coming up to cup underneath her jaw. I think with a small makeover you'll be the spitting image of your sister and you can go and pay her big black Daddy, my dear old friend , a visit. Would you like that my dear? You can use your whiles to seduce him into contacting Samaritan and getting that big dumb chrome motherfucker back out in the open so we can get back into his lair and get your sister. Once I have the both of you I will be unstoppable! Yes Master Nightmaric, anything you wish! She answered before returning to the chore of licking his soot covered body clean. The Samaritan exited the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and coming back out into his bedchamer. He looked over and saw that Sarah was resting again. His hand started to drop the grip on his towel as the urge to climb into bed with her started to creep into his head, but already he was starting to regain control over his urges and he steeled himself against the corrupt thoughts. He retightened his grip on his towel and walked over to the giant floor to ceiling mirrors against the south wall. There was no door to the wardrobe, he simply walked straight through the halographic mirror and into the room behind it. It was a massive walk-in closet and in here he dropped his towel revealing his massively muscled dripping wet form to the air. A robotic butler arrived from a port in the wall. Greetings sir, I am pleased to tell you that Sarah's vital signs have stabilized and she should make a full recovery. The metallic butler informed him, holding out a freshly folded chrome uniform. Thank you Geevs. Go and fetch a set of cloths from Melody's room and have them laid out for Sarah when she wakes. The Samaritan commands his robotic servant as he pulls on his silverish trousers. Unfortunatly sir, Melody packed most of her civilian clothes when she left with Nightmaric. The only thing left are a few of her Teen Brigade era Swiftgirl costumes she had framed and placed in her room as wall decorations. Will that suffice sir? Geevs inquired tonelessly. No....no, It might bring up some unpleasant emotions and we don't need her losing her control of her burgeon powers again. Just fashion her a gown from some of the spare silk sheets for now and we'll send out for cloths for her soon. The Samaritan said pulling on his shirt. How long should we be expecting the young lady to stay with us sir? Geevs asked. Its going to be a while, we cant risk returning her to society until shes got control over her powers. He said as he finished dressing with a with a new pair of black shin high boots. His costume was complete other than the red cape which he kept folded and draped over his arm. Actually use this for her dress. He said and handed the cape over to Geevs. yessir, though sir I should say that your patented half-cape only allows for enough fabric to make a fairly short dress. Geevs answered and took the cape. It will do fine and if she has another power flare up the material might hold up better than a silk sheet anyway. Just do me a favor and research some modern fashion so she doesnt end up looking ridiculous, ok? He put in. Yessir as you wish. Geevs answered and disappeared back into the slotted wall. The Samaritan walked back out through the halographic mirror and sat down on the bed next to Sarah again. He reached up and gently caressed her cheek trying to stir her back awake. When he started to see her eyes flutter into consciousness he reached over and picked up the glass of water. Here drink this, youre probably very dehydrated and burning so bright my sweet lil Nova.. Do you remember any of it Sarah? The trauma of seeing your sister caused you to manifest your mother's powers. Try and think but try to remain as calm as you can. Can you remember anything? He asked in a gentle tone.