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“You sure this is gonna work?” Damon asked, nodding down toward the syringe hovering over his forearm. The tip of the needle glistened with a tiny bead of the neon glowing, chemical-cocktail about to be pumped into his veins.

Daedalus’s thin, pale lips cracked into an inverted-triangle, exposing the sharp, yellow teeth behind them. Angling a black caterpillar brow over his mirrored, laboratory goggles, he sniggered and said, “You are the first subject, so I suppose we shall see.”

Damon frowned and barked, “What?! You haven’t tested this shit on anyone else, yet?”

Daedalus shrugged. “I did so on a pig.”

“A pig?” Damon exclaimed as he began to tug and buck against the clamps holding him down to the metal table by his wrists, ankles, chest and torso.

“After all, they share many similar genetic signatures as humans,” Daedalus explained, leaning into his Eastern-European accent, “and they are much easier to acquire than monkeys.”

“So what the fuck happened to the pig?”

“Oh, she exploded.”

“What the fuck?!”

Daedalus sucked the air through his teeth and thought aloud, “I believe I miscalculated the dosage. There’s also no reasoning with hogs. She panicked and practically squealed herself into oblivion.”

Damon bucked against the metal slab, straining his wrists and ankles against the clamps in vain. “Get me out of here! Get me the fuck out of here, now!”

“Tut! Tut!” the doctor clucked. He placed his rubber-gloved hand across his subject’s sweaty forehead and stroked his wrinkled brow like a cat. “Now, Damon, I need you to calm down. While it is true you are the first human I will be injecting with my Evolve serum, know that I’m also 100% confident in my abilities and knowledge. You know my reputation.”

The diabolical mad scientist was indeed squarely at the peak of the world’s most wanted “Superiors” list.

‘But… but…” Damon swallowed and gasped, “The pig?”

The doctor shook his head and sneered at him with disdain. “Are you not a man? Are you not more superior than a lowly hog?”

Blinking between the syringe and the soulless mirrors of the Daedalus’ goggles, Damon croaked, “Yeah, but…”

“Are you not weaker than an enhanced gymnast prancing around in a garish costume as one of those self-proclaimed guardian angels of the planet, The Vanguard?” Daedalus said, his voice growling with venomous spite.

The brutish man on the table suddenly settled as if doused with frigid water.

“Oh, yes. Let us count, shall we? How many times has that young Flare interfered with your plans?” the doctor continued. “Her powers are no more than Level-3 yet how many times has she bested you? How often has she humiliated you, forced you to submit? The girl is not even two-thirds your physical mass, yet which one of you has all the burn scars, the mended limbs, the pain to show for your confrontations?”

Damon’s eyes drifted away to a dark corner of the compartment which housed the doctor’s mobile lab. In his head, he heard and envisioned all the defeats he suffered at the hands of the comely Flare. Feeling his blood rage up his neck, tightening his face, he ground his teeth together as he seethed with contempt.

“She seems to take particular delight in being the cause of your failures, doesn’t she?” Daedalus said, walking around the table deliberately. “Even though her powers are considered nascent compared to her other enhanced peers, it’s as if they have no concerns sending her to deal with you as if you were some impotent nuisance, despite your silly weapon of preference.”

“Don’t call my energy bullwhip silly,” Damon muttered.

“Your name in Greek means ‘The Tamer’,” the doctor snapped, gripping his fist tight and shaking it at Damon. “Wouldn’t you like to truly demonstrate the meaning of that to that unsuspecting, petulant heroine?”

Once more, Damon’s eyes drifted to a dark spot. As a slight, wicked grin slanted upon his lips, the visions, the sounds of his past frustrations and anguish transformed into the cries and pleads of an utterly defeated heroine, feeling her boldly nubile body straining against his clutches, sapping her strength.

Daedalus nodded, matching his sharp grin. “Yes. Good. I know that look,” he said, leaning in and reflecting in his goggles Damon’s lurid, focused eyes back at him. “You want to do more than tame her, don’t you?”

Damon nodded. Still with the thousand-yard stare in his eyes, he wet his lips. “I would love to get my hands on her… all I need is one chance,” he muttered, and added menacingly, “Then, I’d show her what humiliation and submission can really be like.”

“Yes,” Daedalus goaded him on with his slippery tongue, “Yes, I know you would.”

“Break her. Take her.”

“With this,” Daedalus said, raising the luminescent venom in his hand, “you will evolve to be able to do just that and everything your sordid, lustful heart desires. Make her yours for the taking.”

Damon was breathed hard but his mind was as resolute as ever. He glared at the doctor, then nodded toward the syringe and said, “What are we waiting for, doc? Stick me like a pig.”

Daedalus chuckled and sighed. Why the need for “test pigs” when men like Damon were so easy to find, their wanton desires so malleable? Without further hesitation, he found a vein and plugged it with the needle, pumping the entirety of the syringe’s glowing contents into the man’s bloodstream.

Damon took several deep breaths and blinked. After a few seconds, he frowned as he looked at the doctor and said, “I don’t feel anything. Shouldn’t I be feeling something?”

Daedalus turned away to arrange some equipment on the counter beside the table. “Not to worry. I expect the Evolve serum to be fully integrated into your system and active by the time Flare arrives.”

His head cocked aside, Damon asked anxiously, “What do you mean when she arrives?”

“Well, that armoured vehicle heist you pulled this morning put you on the radar. A dozen injured civilians and two guards currently in ICU, as well? Tsk. Tsk,” the doctor explained, then added, “Plus I’ve taken the liberty of transmitting a psionic beacon, one with a specific frequency that will surely draw the interest of a certain enhanced heroine. I doubt our lovely Flare will be able to resist such a tempting invitation.”

“Flare’s coming here now? Fuck!” Damon spat. With sweat suddenly dotting his brow, he resumed bucking against the clamps. “Let me out of here!”

“Damon, I assure you that everything will be fine. You will be more than prepared for her. Much more than anything… human,” the doctor said. Then he turned around revealing another syringe, except much larger and outfitted with a handle and over-sized needle that gave it the appearance of a shiny, slender gun. “Now… about my payment.”

Confused and panicking, Damon sputtered, “Wh-what do mean? I paid you! I did that job this morning just to pay you!”

Pushing a button on the side of the table, Daedalus stood aside smiling as a motor whirred and slowly flipped the table until Damon was completely turned over, facing the cold, steel floor.

“What the fuck?!” Damon shouted. He struggled futilely against the clamps.

“Oh, the money could barely be considered a downpayment,” the doctor said. He opened a small latch door in the center of the table exposing Damon’s back. After adjusting an overhead light, he grinned again as he carefully guided the glistening tip of his needle towards his subject’s spine. “You should be proud. What you have is more valuable than a thousand armoured vehicles.”

Outside of the black transport, a scream of unparalleled, excruciating pain lingered through the air of the abandoned factory warehouse, then died unanswered.

XXXXX

“You know this is a trap, Kayla.”

Two hundred feet in the air, Kayla, aka “Flare”, zipped solo through the sky, cutting gracefully through the air, trailing her signature streak of golden sunshine as she flew. She smirked and rolled her eyes towards the right where her ear-com was positioned. “Yeah, Kim, I know. Damon pulled this stunt the last time we met. Practically called me out wanting to show off the latest weapon gadget he found on the black market, that stupid energy whip. Aside from frizzing my hair a bit, we know how that went.”

“Yes, I know,” Kim, aka “Athena”, sighed, matching her colleague’s disdainful tone. “Maybe he’s got something up his sleeve this time? You know: try, try again?”

“He’s certainly a persistent guy, like a bad date who just doesn’t take a hint. I’ll give him props for that. Although, I’m running out of bones of his to break… aside from his neck,” Flare said, allowing for a chuckle.

“We don’t kill, Kayla,” Athena tittered as an only half-joking reminder.

“Yes, ‘mom’,” Flare joked. She shook her head and squinted towards the horizon, fast approaching the factory.

“I’d prefer ‘ma’am’,” Athena sniffed. “All I’m saying is that Damon is a minor threat for The Vanguard, a non-powered person aside from his meagre weapons.”

“Well, the moron keeps breaking out of prison. How else do I teach him a lesson short of killing him?” Flare said, still kidding.

“Show mercy to your enemy?”

Flare rolled her eyes and then saluted as she flew. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Mmm… on second thought, I don’t know if that sounds any better,” Athena said. “You just sound snide.”

Flare laughed.

Though she was the leader of the Vanguard, Athena always regarded herself more like a big sister toward Flare, acting as her protective mentor. It was probably because Flare’s enhanced powers manifested themselves later than most of the other team members, in her early 20’s. She’d only been a full member of the Vanguard for a little under two years, in many ways still unproven.

“Well, regardless of Damon’s threat potential, once the rest of the team is done with Daedalus’ squad of ‘bioborgs’ doing whatever the hell they are doing down at the south docks, we can send some back up to help you,” Athena offered.

Flare slowed to a hover, her wavy rust-red hair floating around her face as she peered down at the dilapidated complex below her. “Don’t bother. I’ve already located him. As you said, he’s a minor threat. Besides, you guys will probably already have swept up by the time I got there if I were to turn around now, and I’ll be done here already even if you were to send Bolt running to assist.”

“You sound like you’re looking forward to this,” Athena jeered.

“Not at all. I feel like you guys are going to have all the fun.” Flare folded her fingers together and pushed them forward, cracking her knuckles while she surveyed the area. Located well-beyond the outskirts of Veritas City, it was completely bereft of any citizens for at least several miles. She started her descent.

“Okay, Kayla. It’s your call. What are your coordinates? Your tracker isn’t registering for some reason.”

Before Flare could answer, a sudden piercing whine of static squealed at ear followed by a crackle and pop.

“What the…?” she exclaimed, tapping her ear-com. “Kim? Athena? Are you there? Can you hear me?”

Continuing to float downward, she peeled off the tiny device, which also acted as her tracker, from behind her ear and examined it. Charred and fizzing, it appeared to have shorted, somehow. She’d need to speak to the team’s “mechanic” when she returned to base. His work usually was impeccable.

Stashing the charred disk, she continued down and through the hole in the roof, into the cavernous belly of the factory’s warehouse.

XXXXX

Damon had been staring at the hole in the ceiling above for the past few minutes. Standing amongst the ruins and junk on the factory floor, he was enveloped in silence and serenity. Within himself, a strange sense of calm had settled at his core before a spark began to ebb and swell. He knew that feeling. It was anticipation. It was hunger.

He closed his eyes and listened. At first, only the sound of endless stillness encompassed him, as if he were in a vacuum. Then he heard it: practically a whisper moving the air above him, outside of the factory. His anticipation suddenly grew tenfold, propping his eyes open. He was rewarded with the sight of a beautiful golden glow emanating through the hole in the 70-foot high ceiling above him. At first intense like a small sun, it softened to a gentle gleam revealing in shadow the lithe, athletic, womanly figure of his guest.

Flare had arrived. As expected.

As she landed thirty feet away from Damon, her tall, red boots touched the floor with all the weight of a feather dropping. Her blood crimson, hip-length cape settled behind her, framing her boldly beautiful figure decked out in a red, gold and black one-piece suit that those superhero types seemed to have a real penchant for. It showed off more of her creamy skin than one would expect considering the rough and tumble profession she had chosen. Damon figured that to probably be one of her weapons considering how distracted his eyes were as they traced upward along her toned legs, her milky skin exposed right up to her hips.

He anchored his stance upon the floor and tightened his fists as he levelled his darkened eyes upon her, deliberately curling a vicious smile on his lips. “Nice to see you again, Flare,” he taunted, “So glad you can make it on such short notice.”

Despite her foe’s attempt to puff himself up and appear formidable, Flare was unimpressed. He was just a normal human, after all. “Funny. I thought you’d gotten tired of me wiping the floor with your face the last five times.”

“I’m a glutton for your attention, baby.”

Flare tilted her head aside and eyed him. She struck a forward-facing pose, hands on her hips while she, too, took a moment to survey her opponent. Nothing unusual stood out. Damon still looked as clumsily brutish as ever. That cocky smile on his face revealed more confidence than he typically possessed whenever they bumped into each other, though. Still, she brushed it aside for now. “You know, that stunt you pulled this morning, all those casualties, wasn’t really necessary if you wanted to get my attention.”

Damon shrugged indifferently. “Means to an end, sweetcheeks. And I enjoyed it.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You could have just called. You know I’d come running… or flying. Neat trick, by the way,” she said alluding to the psionic beacon. “How’d a lowlife thug like you manage that?”

“You have your secrets, I have mine, baby,” he jeered.

“‘Baby’? ‘Sweetcheeks’?” she scoffed, cringing. “I know you’re a scuzzball, but any reason you’re being particularly misogynistic today?”

Damon was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, feeling inexplicably hyped. Adrenaline fueled his nerves in ways he never felt before. “How about ‘super slut’?”

Her eyes darkened with a veil of impatience at his impudent vulgarity. “Okay. I’ve had enough, Damon.”

“You’re gonna get more than that. A lot more,” he growled through his broken grin. "Today I’m gonna make you my personal super slut.”

“I said that’s enough! I’m taking you in now!” she shouted, her boots rising from the floor, her cape and wavy red hair floating outward. She was bristling with contempt for the man.

“God you’re one hot piece of ass, you know that? I’ve always wanted to know if you were a natural red-head. Or do you super sluts like to keep your pussies clean?” Damon rolled his fingers, cracking his knuckles. “I guess I’ll find out before I fuck your cunt so raw and red it’ll match your cape.”

“Enough!” The word flew through the air as Flare hurtled across the floor with a blazing streak trailing behind. She led with her fists and ploughed them into his chest. The heat from her knuckles instantly burst holes through his flack vest, and the impact sent him flying backwards, launched like a cannonball and crashing into a pile of rusted debris with a resounding crash.

“Oh my God,” Flare gasped as she skidded to a stop on the gritty floor, eyes and mouth wide, fists still clenched and shaking. She glowed, the golden light around her pulsing with every beat of her racing heart while she stared in shock at the instantaneous damage she had wrought on her opponent.

“What have I done?” She had no idea what had come over her, why she reacted so impulsively and aggressively. That single blow might have killed him. Observing his unmoving body amongst the rubble twenty yards away from her, she wasn’t sure she hadn’t done so.

As his broken body remained unmoving and twisted in the scrap metal and junk, Flare stepped forward, approaching him slowly. “Damon,” she called out.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the cavernous warehouse, “Interesting. He appeared to have struck a nerve.”

Startled, Flare froze in her steps and looked around quickly.

“Must be your lack of confidence and experience. Considering your laughable strength level, that’s understandable. Or maybe you’re finding yourself inexplicably aroused at the prospect of your utter submission to your nemesis?”

Flare drew her red lips in, drawing quick breaths of air as she tried to steady herself. She recognized that voice. It had the same effect as ice running through her veins.

“Is that it? Your sexual repressions are your trigger? If I knew all it required were a few crude sexual taunts to upset and throw off you enhanced individuals, I would have programmed my bioborgs with a ‘lewd language’ upgrade,” the disembodied voice continued, chortling to himself, then added with a menacing laugh, “and perhaps with hyper-reactive phalluses for you and your other exquisitely enhanced friends like Athena and Blue Fox.”

“Doctor Daedalus,” Flare breathed. When she suddenly remembered her com device was shot, she followed that with a silent thought, “Oh God.”

“Welcome, Flare,” the voice of the maniacal doctor echoed all around her from every dark corner and crevice of the warehouse. “I must say, I now understand why Damon has been so fixated on getting his hands on you. I admit, with me usually toiling against --let’s face it-- your superiorly enhanced colleagues, I’ve had very little time to pay any attention to one of their weaker, less experienced members. I definitely have more of an appreciation of your comely attributes now that we’ve had the opportunity to be so up close and personal.”

“Show yourself! Where are you?” she insisted. Demonstrating her namesake, she fired off balls of light into the dark spots but they revealed nothing.

“Closer than you think, but not close enough to touch. How unfortunate for me. Maybe later, though. I believe I owe Damon first dibs. He’s paid quite a sum for the opportunity to get to know you more intimately, so I’ll sit back and watch my little experiment unfold for now. I do hope he leaves me some leftovers, but I think his appetite for you is bordering on voracious.”

Feeling ill from what he was suggesting, Flare shook her head from the nerves tingling up the back of her neck. She knew should withdraw. “Damon’s in no condition to do anything except eat mush through a tube, I think,” she declared sarcastically, mustering her defiance, “I’m taking him with me now, then The Vanguard will be back for you.”

“Oh, my naive darling superhero,” Daedalus taunted, “I don’t believe you’ll be the one doing the taking today. And don’t expect any support any time soon. I’ve made sure your friends will think your location is far, far away from here.”

Amongst the pile of rubble, Damon opened his eyes, drawn by the sound of conversation in the warehouse. Instantly, he felt a rhapsody of pain course through his body, both sharp and searing. He grimaced and rounded his mouth open to scream but couldn’t draw a breath, as if his lungs --his entire chest-- had collapsed. He felt the bitter, metallic taste of blood in his mouth, running from his nose and various other parts of his body. As he began to panic in the confines of his broken body, he suddenly felt a numbing sensation flowing from his core out towards his limbs, like burning tendrils of electricity.

Oh shit. Was he dying?

That thought was enough to revive him suddenly, a rush of adrenaline kicking in. Despite the condition of his body, he sat up with a start, flinging aside the metal debris that had covered him.

Flare turned and blinked, unable to hide her startlement at seeing her fallen opponent --practically a corpse just a moment ago-- gather himself to his feet. The sickening sounds of bones snapping and cracking back into place pierced the air as he somehow stood tall and strong. Damon appeared just as bewildered as she was as she watched him gingerly touch the two burn wounds inflicted on his chest. The injuries healed before her eyes, including pushing out bits of shrapnel from the flack vest that had been buried into his chest.

“Enhanced healing powers?” Flare murmured.

“Beyond that, my dear Flare,” Daedalus said, sounding as if he was admiring his own work, “Far beyond that.”

After his initial bafflement had worn off, Damon suddenly realized he didn’t feel pain anymore. Actually, he felt strong. Stronger. Powerful. Emboldened and with a cracked glass smile on his lips, he stared back at Flare with a renewed fire in his eyes. “Holy shit! I feel great,” he declared through his lascivious sneer. He beckoned at Flare with a nod. “Want to try some, bitch?”

“What did you do to him?” she called out.

“Just gave him a genetic kick start,” the doctor explained. “But you’ll be the one who will be helping him realize his full potential, to help him evolve.”

Ignoring his cryptic words, Flare turned her attention to her now completely resurrected foe. “Damon. Stand down,” she said, raising a hand. “Don’t make me hurt you any further.”

“I would like you to hurt him,” Daedalus jeered. “Very much so.”

“Yeah, Flare. Hurt me… please.” Damon nodded, tearing off his damaged flack vest. He reached behind his back and pulled out his titanium laced energy whip. “By the way, my name’s The Tamer.”

Like quicksilver, he snapped out his whip towards Flare. She barely managed to step aside before the end cracked against her face. Damon swirled it back and around over his head before lashing it forth again, this time snapping the end around Flare’s forearm as she blocked it.

Gripping the tail, the heroine glared back at him with a grim look in her green eyes. “Not this stupid bullwhip again?” she scoffed.

He grinned and shook his head. “No, not the stupid bullwhip again.”

Suddenly, the whip surged with a burst of energy, shooting along its length before discharging on her arm with an explosion of such force it blew Flare back, sending her tumbling to the ground. She rolled through it, landing in a bended knee position. Immediately, she clutched her forearm and winced.

“That… hurt,” she thought. “That hurt a lot.”

“I made some upgrades to his little toy, as well,” Daedalus announced.

Before she could speak, the end of the bullwhip suddenly snapped around her neck. The moment she grasped at it, it thrummed with energy, rattling her painfully to her core. Trembling, her face frozen from an electrifying pain, she felt herself being yanked forcefully down onto her back and then dragged across the floor.

Damon gathered his whip in, dragging the hapless heroine closer towards him. This was way too easy.

He should have known better.

Caught up in patting his own back and jumping ahead to what he planned to do to Flare once he submitted her, he wasn’t prepared for the ball of fire shot from her fist to his face where it exploded, blasting him back to the floor.

With The Tamer’s grip on the bullwhip’s handle lost, Flare sat up and stripped the end from around her neck, coughing and wheezing. As she continued to gasp for air, she glanced at Damon, once again prone on the ground, tendrils of smoke smouldering from his face.

“That was intense,” Daedalus declared, amused. “I dare say a burst like that would have likely blown a normal man’s head clean off his neck.”

Flare lowered her head down with dismay.

The mad doctor added ominously, “But you’re not facing a normal man anymore.”

Looking up warily, she could only gawk as she watched Damon sit up once more, then jump back up to his feet.

“I don’t… I don’t believe it,” she stammered, her expression knit with concern.

Damon rolled his head to the left then to the right. In that brief moment, all the charred skin and bone along his face instantly healed. More than just healing, he again felt even stronger, even more powerful. The incredulous look in Flare’s jade eyes, peering through her eye-mask as she remained crumpled on the floor before him, told him she could see it as well. He nodded and said, “I ls that look on your face shock… or fear?”

As she slowly gathered herself back up, Flare’s gawking expression wasn’t just from her amazement at the revitalization of her enemy. She noticed something more. Inspecting him carefully, she could see a faint aura of shimmering energy shining around him. And somehow, impossibly, he appeared to have suddenly become taller, bigger. Indeed, once he discarded his tattered shirt, she saw clearly how his brawny muscles were practically expanding before her astonished eyes, rippling and flexing with strength by the second. What was happening to him?

As if he was reading her mind, Daedalus chimed in again. “I suppose now would be a good time to explain why I call this the ‘Evolve’ serum. You see, each time the subject revives from a debilitating, even fatal, injury, his cells reset, restructure and refortify to a higher level to ensure said injuries cannot be inflicted again. He is, in many respects, evolving to a higher being, even superior to you and your other enhanced heroes.”

Flare’s trim red brows pinched tight above her eye-mask as she gazed at the imposing brute grinning back at her like she was a morsel of sweet, tasty meat. He took a step towards her.

“I just never imagined how quickly the regeneration process would occur. I’m impressed. Aren’t you impressed, my dear Flare?” the doctor teased.

Damon continued his deliberate steps forward. He felt immensely satisfied when he noticed one of her shiny red boots take a slight, hesitant step back.

“Damon. Stop,” Flare insisted.

“Ha. You’re scared,” he said, seething with hunger. “You should be.”

“I’m afraid of hurting you more than necessary.”

“Nah. That’s not what you’re afraid of.”

“I said stop!” she repeated.

He bent down to gather his bullwhip and resumed stalking her. “Trust me, baby. You better make sure I don’t get my hands on you because once I do, I’m not letting go.”

Flare took another step back before steeling herself, determined to hold her ground. Dammit, she wished her ear-com wasn’t shot. Her hands started to glow. “I won’t tell you again, Damon.”

Dismissing her plea, he cocked his brow and nodded slowly. “And then your ass is mine. You know what that means, right?”

That look in his eyes slapped Flare hard in the gut. She’d seen that look on men before, never giving them another thought, knowing they would never be able to act on their lurid desires with an enhanced woman like her. But Damon now...

“It means I fuck you like a demon on the Virgin Mary.” He twisted the knife deep. “It means I fucking tear you apart with my cock till you first beg for mercy, then beg for more.”

Pillars of flame shot forth from Flare’s hands, engulfing the approaching Damon’s face and chest in a ball of fire. She hollered at him, in full release of her powers, peering through the golden pyre to the shadowy figure looming amongst the flames. She could envision the seared flesh stripping away from his body, the charred muscles and bone, and still she poured forth her power in all its fearsome glory.

Then she saw it. His eyes, burning yellow, angled down in a fierce frown, staring at her through the fire with relentless vehemence and evil intent. As he continued to slowly, impossibly trudge towards her, the wickedly resolute grin of his also appeared.

“I can tell you’re running out of fuel, bitch!” he called through the raging pyro. “Give me all you got!”

She did just that, leaning in, firing all she had at him. Then she heard him laugh.

“Oh my God,” Flare uttered before the lash of the whip snapped around her waist.

With a violent yank, her body flew forward, then was stopped by a large, strong hand that caught her by the neck. Gasping, she grasped at the fingers that clutched and closed around her throat. Her fire fizzling, she gazed wide-eyed at the smouldering man holding her, raising her up high with one hand till the heels of her bright red boots dangled high above the ground.

As the smoke around his body cleared, Damon’s face appeared, already regenerating, casting a vicious stare at her, his slanted smile cutting across his lips like a knife. “Boo!” he said, then laughed snidely at her.

While she flailed and smacked his arm with her fists, he rubbed his thick thumb against the soft skin of her neck, indulging in his first benign touch of the lovely Flare’s flesh. Tantalized by the sample, he pulled her close, her nose inches away from his face, and he growled from the edge of his mouth, “Tell me my name, super slut.”

Fighting for breath as his grip tightened around her neck, Flare beat upon his face and shoulders, raining down a flurry of blows for nought as the bruises and lacerations healed instantaneously. He just beckoned for more with his patronizing chuckles. She grappled and scratched at his arm that held her aloft. It felt like she was struggling against an iron girder, even harder. The aura around him ebbed and flashed, his body growing, muscles rippling with burgeoning power. She knew she was going to be outmatched very soon, if not already.

“Let... me... go!” she gasped.

“I told you,” Damon scolded her, “I warned you not to let me get my hands on you. But you enhanced assholes just never listen, do you? Just no respect in any of you. So now you’re going to pay.”

He groped the crotch of her costume.

“Stop!” she demanded, clutching her thighs together.

“You’re gonna pay, big time.”

Flare raised her boots and slammed them with all her might against his chest. He didn’t flinch. It was like a child throwing a tantrum against a brick wall.

Damon looked down at his bare chest where she had struck him. There was nary a scratch or even an imprint of her heels in his leathery hide.

She attempted a high kick, the tip of her boot hitting squarely on his chin. He just adjusted his jaw and smiled. She couldn’t even bruise him at this point.

“Oh, this is gonna be good,” he said aloud as he looked back up at her, then added. “My turn to play.”

As he cocked back his other fist, Flare steeled herself for the impending blow. It did her little good as she cried out in pain the moment his punch struck her in the belly. She cried out even louder the second time, then the third and so on until she was pummelled out of breath. The muscles over her gut throbbed and burned from the vicious strikes, and spit dribbled from the edges of her mouth.

“Oh, I think I may have underestimated you, Flare,” Daedalus spoke once more. “Each of those blows would have been fatal for a normal human, for a normal elephant possibly. You’re quite the impressive specimen. This will be most enjoyable, indeed.”

“Go… to… hell,” she rasped, using up almost her remaining few valuable breaths. Her green eyes began to roll up into her head.

“Oh, no, no, no. Not yet. Stay with me, baby. You still haven’t said my name,” Damon insisted. He released his grip around the throat, letting her drop to the floor like a sack of sand. “And I’m just getting started.”

Flare coughed and gasped as she cowered close to the dirty ground. Even while the oxygen was still returning to her addled brain, she tried to think. She had no other options. She had to flee.

As if she actually were being given a choice…

“Still awake, sweetheart?” Damon cajoled.

When she raised her head, a solid boot struck her chin, kicking her over onto her back where she squirmed and groaned in pain. More boots came fast and furious, knocking her around the floor with kicks to her gut and head.

Flare fought back, attempting a spinning leg sweep. It stumbled him to the side but didn’t knock him down. She followed with a couple more quick pyro shots that he simply swatted aside. For her efforts, he rewarded her with a brutal stomp against her chest, followed by a spinning kick that sent her rolling in a heap.

Damon took a step back to admire his work, having barely broken a sweat, adrenaline blistering through his body. Good fucking God Flare was so hot laying on the ground before him, gasping and groaning, looking up at him with awe as she desperately backed away from him. He grabbed her by the ankle and flung her into a grimy puddle before stalking towards her again.

As Flare rolled onto her back and groaned, Damon once more his time to paint her body from head to toe and back again with slanderous eyes, filled with cruel, carnal intent. The mere thought of what was still to come sent his nerves into a frenzy, intensifying the strength in his muscles. He could practically feel the energy flow through his sinews and fibre.

He grinned and flexed over the fallen Flare. “Hey, you know what, baby? These are the only muscles that have gotten bigger on me.”

Despite herself, or maybe she was too weak and aware of his imposing figure, Flare flashed a glance at the man’s crotch. She shuddered a gasp as she witnessed the unnerving throb of something very lengthy and thick behind his pants.

“Christ, it feels like I’ve got the cock of a fucking ox,” Damon chortled proudly as he bore down towards her. “Can’t wait to test it out banging that hard as nails bod of yours.”

“No,” Flare rasped through gritted teeth. She wouldn’t let this happen to her. Not by Damon. Not by anyone. She clenched her fists, summoning every reserve she had left within her, then flew at him screaming again, “No!”

Damon seemed caught off guard by the blow as she struck him across the jaw. It surprised him rather than hurt him, as did the several others she landed on his face and chest. However, he quickly recovered in time to see Flare swoop around and attempt to make her escape through the hole in the ceiling.

As she flew upward, Flare gazed toward at the daylight through the ceiling, reaching for it, straining for it. When she felt the lash of the whip wrap around the ankle of her boot, she continued to reach for the opening even as she was pulled further and further away from it.

“Where you going, baby?” Damon called. “We ain’t done.”

“No,” she said meekly, hopelessly.

Once again, Flare’s body slammed hard onto the ground. Even before she gathered herself up, pushing off of the floor, Damon was on her, behind her, wrapping his powerful arms around and lifting her up. As she tried in vain to pull apart his arms locked around her waist, he squeezed the air out her gut and rag-dolled her, tossing her left and right, literally shaking the fight out of the heroine.

Flare clawed and wrenched at his hammerlock till the endless throttling and the crushing of her stomach exhausted her. Her hands dropped as she fell limp in his clutches.

Mercilessly, Damon tilted her over and ploughed her straight into the unforgiving cement floor. As Flare groaned and curled in anguish, he knelt down behind her. He sat her up and wrapped his whip around her neck while clutching her firmly against his incredibly solid, rock hard body.

With her she straining weakly against his iron-grip, he growled with a heavy hot breath at her ear. “Playtime is over. Now we get down to business.”

Flare’s breaths pitched and sharpened as panic filled her veins. Struggling impotently against Damon’s superhuman grip, she knew she couldn’t escape. No one knew where she was and no one was coming to help her. There was nothing to stop him from doing what he wanted with her, and she knew what that was even before she felt him bully the solid, lengthy bulge in his pants against her back.

Oh God.

“You won’t be needing this,” Damon said with a sneer as he tore her cape from her shoulders as if it was tissue, sending it flying into an oily puddle on the floor. “Weaklings like you don’t need capes.”

He dragged his hand roughly across her body, admiring his well-earned, captive prize. Ignoring her meek protests, he groped her firm breasts with hearty, painful squeezes. He never dreamed how good they would actually feel in his hands. Fucking hell she was hot. The price he paid for this moment was worth it, every penny, every drop of blood. He was going to take full advantage of it.

Flare felt his hand dive further down her body, into her lap. His stiff, thick digits stroked aggressively at the crotch of her costume. She listened to him chuckle at her ear as he indulged in her body unimpeded. With the whip tightening around her neck, expanding with the energy flowing through it, she wheezed and felt the veins pulsing within her temple, her brain crying out for air, telling her not to pass out. For all that she held dear and holy, she couldn’t pass out.

Making a trench along her snatch through the material of her costume with his fingers probing between her thighs, Damon commented approvingly, “Goddamn you’re going to be tight. Even before this Cock of Zeus of mine it was gonna feel good. Now I’m going to fucking turn you inside out.”

Her eyes bulging, saliva running down from the edge of her painted-red lips, Flare trembled and rattled, “F-f-fuck… y-you…”

“No, baby. First, you’ll say my name,” Damon whispered, his lips tickling her lobe, “then I fuck you over and over and over and...”

As she faded from consciousness, a final exchange of words between her dominators sent a chill through the heroine’s spine.

“So, my evolved friend, now that you’ve tamed her, what will you do with her?” Daedalus asked.

“Break her…” Damon scoffed nonchalantly, “... then take her.”

Flare’s world faded to black.

XXXXXX

Groggily, Flare opened her eyes,a swirling sensation enveloping her as she regained consciousness. She drew a deep breath, then another until she had enough air in her lungs to let out a soft groan then finally raise her head, her long, bright auburn hair falling dishevelled around her face.

She realized, then, that she was vertical, slumped aside but on her feet, or at least her boots were dangling on the ground. Attempting to actually stand properly, she discovered why she was in that position. She found herself strung up in the center of a large ring of metal. Her arms were stretched out above her head and wrists cuffed to the edge of the ring. The ankles of each of her boots were also cuffed and linked by a short chain to the ring. One minor relief: she saw that her costume was still intact.

She glanced around quickly. She was still in the warehouse, the ring positioned just under the light emanating from one of the large holes in the ceiling above. She watched the clouds drift across the blue sky overhead, as if taunting, teasing her to join them.

She then heard Damon talking from behind, not quite making out what he had just said.

“I’m most curious to see what that kind of stimulation will do to evolve your body further, Tamer,” the sound of Doctor Daedalus’ voice boomed ominously overhead. He still hadn’t joined them in person. “Do try to pace yourself, though. The serum is experimental, after all. We want to ensure it’s stability. Remember the pig?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m gonna take my time, doc. I’m gonna enjoy fucking her all the livelong day,” Damon said, “and so is she.”

Once again a chill coursed up her spine.

“Damon,” Flare said softly, craning her head back over her shoulder.

“Ah, you’re finally up,” he replied, still standing behind her. “Good. It’s better when you’re awake… struggling. It turns me on.”

“You don’t have to... “ she hesitated and gulped. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“Let me go.” She strained against the restraints and was surprised that they held fast against her super-strength.

“Another gift of mine to my patron,” Daedalus announced. “I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to break those bonds even at the peak of your powers, my dear.”

Concern racked her eyes, feeling both captive and exposed like never before.

“What am I gonna do to you?” Damon continued. “Tell me, Flare. Tell me in explicit detail.”

Drawing on her frustration and fear to feign defiance, she frowned and snapped, “Face me when I talk to you.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replied nonchalantly.

She listened to the heavy steps of his boots as walked up behind her and watched intently as he came around in front.

Damon stood at the edge of the encircling light before her, gazing back at her down his nose with his head tilted back indignantly. The smirk on his face as he ogled her shackled body was like a slap on her cheek -- insulting. What struck her the most though, was his body. Fully healed from their confrontation earlier, it had reconstructed further. Putting any of the enhanced supers she knew to shame in comparison, he was a towering, brawny figure now, with long yet bulky muscles cut from granite. Still, with that unusual glowing aura surrounding him, his frame was rippling with a fiery, palpable energy. His glistening skin was smooth and looked every bit as impregnable as a polished diamond. He had evolved well past any mere mortal, and of her enhanced peers, and he embraced it fully.

Flare gave her head a little shake, sifting through the momentary distraction of unexpected admiration for her foe. She grimaced and hissed, “What kind of monster has he turned you into?”

“It takes a monster to submit and take an angel,” Daedalus intoned gravely. “Prepare yourself, girl.”

Damon wet his lips as he eyed his prize again. His nostrils flared like a bull with each long breath he drew, filling his enlarged lungs and stoking the raging fire in his belly. He was bursting at the seams already, but every second he held back just fed his desire even more and increased his surging power tenfold.

“You know,” he said with deliberate ease that belied the craving he felt within, “I’ve been looking forward to the moment when I could strip that fucking costume off of you, show you for what you really are. A little slut.”

“Damon…” Flare urged.

“I don’t think he wants you to refer to him by that name,” Daedalus said, “Kayla.”

She gasped. Somehow, Daedalus had discovered her identity. Another humiliation she would have to deal with after… if… she escaped.

“I like that. ‘Kayla’,” Damon said with a smirk. “I’m gonna call you that because you don’t need your superheroine name any more. Just like you don’t need that costume anymore.”

“Please,” she pleaded.

The villain smiled ear-to-ear flashing his perfect, white, sharp teeth. It didn’t put her at ease at all.

“I could just tear it off of you with my bare hands,” he said, nodding his chin towards her costume again. Then he reached back and produced his energy whip once more, adding, “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Don’t do this.”

Allowing the thrumming lash to drop heavily to the floor, he shook it out and narrowed his eyes on her. “You better be able to handle this whip, Kayla, because after, you’re gonna have to take a more vicious weapon of mine.”

“Don’t… gahh!” Flare flinched and cried out at the sudden crack of the whip, the end striking across her belly. She heaved and twisted at the searing pain, then looked down where the blow landed. Although her costume had been reinforced, a six-inch gash revealed her toned belly. Only her enhanced genetics prevented the slash of the whip from breaking her flesh, but a pink streak still appeared on her otherwise pristine white flesh.

She looked up only to turn her head aside as another swift strike slashed at her arm, tearing off more of the material and causing her to cry out sharply again, “Ahh!”

Another crack slashed the neckline of her garment, tearing through it and exposing the top of her rising bosom. Quickly, countless, stinging snaps crackled through the air, assailing the young heroine relentlessly as she shrieked and moaned.

Damon rolled the handle of his whip over his head, aiming and striking her over and over with meticulous, laser-like precision. He revelled in watching her squirm and twist left and right, trying to avoid his blows in vain, tossing aside that beautiful red hair of hers, those succulent red lips stretched wide as she pleaded and groaned in pain. Her sweet, anguished cries echoed through the cavernous warehouse feeding his delight.

Swatches of her costume began to fall and fly to the floor around her, exposing more of her comely, nubile body to his lascivious eyes. Damon was overcome with desire, raging from it like an elixir. He felt an unbearable pressure in his now restrictive pants, longing to burst free, longing to sample the fruits of the fallen heroine. He let loose a primal, demonic scream as he fired the whip for one last blow.

“Ung-AHH!” Flare cried out towards the late-afternoon sky above her, the savage, thunderous strike rippling through and rattling her overextended body. Then, with the lashes finally coming to a merciful halt, she slumped down again, spent and defeated. She blinked, gazing blankly down at her tattered costume, strips of it clinging precariously to her body. Her exposed, glowing milky white breasts and flat belly shuddered as she trembled for breath.

Damon was trembling as well, shaking from a swell of stimulation and excitement he had never known before. Every muscle in his body tightened painfully as if twisted with screws, hardening till they were as solid as titanium. He gazed at his hands with wild eyes, watching his finger curl, impatiently waiting to dig their tips into the heroine’s warm flesh, to seize her and possess her. He looked up at Flare seething with sexual desire.

“I must commend you, Tamer,” the doctor declared, “You’ve exceeded even my highest expectations. Even that whip of yours. It’s a diabolically sadistic weapon of choice. And as for you, my dear, dear Kayla…”

Flare lolled her head to the side, swayed by her own burdened breaths. She cast her eye toward a darkened, distant corner where she thought she heard the doctor’s voice emanating from.

“You’ve also been an exceptional specimen,” Daedalus continued. “I’m looking forward to the next phase of this experiment very much.”

“You… you’re a sick bastard,” she croaked.

“Not as much as the one who stands before you at the ready, I think,” he replied with a sly chuckle. “Tamer… please continue.”

“With pleasure,” Damon growled.

Flare froze, abruptly reminded of who was her more immediate threat. She turned her head hesitantly to gaze at Damon, still standing before her at the edge of the light, brutish and brooding, his head down and his dark eyes fixed on her.

He reached down, unbuckled his pants and shoved them to the floor.

Flare’s eyes lowered down his powerfully rugged body reluctantly as he stood tall, arrogantly letting her take him all in. A shudder rippled from her gut, chattering her teeth slightly as she gasped at the awesome sight of his muscular cock presented before her. It wasn’t even fully erect, yet his shaft hung long and heavy, dangling against one of his thick thighs. As he slowly began to walk towards her, it swayed in a mesmerizing, daunting way, entrancing the heroine with reluctance and anxiety.

There was no way. There was no way she could handle that, not with the feverish lust and energy emanating from this beast of a man stalking towards her.

“I said I was going to break you, baby,” he spoke through his snarling grin.

She couldn’t take her eyes off of his immense length, rippling like a sledgehammer with veins, punctuated with a fist for a tip. She finally understood that he could back up his bold statements.

“But I want you to want it,” he added as he came within a foot of her. “I want you to need me to fuck you as much as I wanted you after every time you beat my ass into the ground and laughed.”

“That will never happen!” she spat.

He smirked. “Wanna bet?”

Flare strained against her shackles, trying to twist away from him. He stood over her, a clear two feet taller. His broad chest and torso blocking the view of her completely from behind.

“Get away from me,” she breathed.

He didn’t listen. Instead, he stepped in closer.

“Uhng,” Flare gasped, feeling his cock bump against her bare flesh, and turned her head aside.

“Look at me, Kayla.” He seized her chin with his thumb and fingers, forcing her to look up and at him, into his fiery eyes. “Since we know who you are, you won’t be needing this anymore.”

He plucked her mask from her face.

“No!” she protested, shutting her eyes.

“But you have such gorgeous green eyes, Kayla. I want to see them clearly,” he said.

Flare struggled to turn her head aside.

“I fucking said look at me, bitch!” he bellowed.

His ferocious scream shocked her eyes open.

“Look at the man who is going to make you beg to be fucked and then beg for more!”

Flare glared up at him, sealing her red lips with a defiant frown, then she spat in his face.

Damon touched her saliva oozing down his cheek and chin and grinned. He sucked his finger. It tasted sweet on his tongue. Then he slapped her hard across the face just for the hell of it, and again with the back of his hand, blushing both of her cheeks a painful-looking crimson. With a cold laugh, he then seized the back of her head and her waist in an iron grip and pulled her in for a salacious, indulgent kiss.

Flare gasped into his mouth as her lips were engulfed by his. While she bucked at his grip and strained futilely at her shackles, her eyes widened when she felt his python-like tongue drive forcefully into her mouth washing it with slashing, wet licks. He shoved it in deep, almost to the back of her throat, causing her to gag and cough, yet he was unrelenting. The more she fought and bucked at him with her hips, the more aware she became of his immense cock pushing against her, waiting for its turn.

After what seemed like minutes of their lips locked together, it was Flare who first ceded, her struggles falling limp. After another couple of minutes, Damon finally pulled back with a satisfying gasp, “Ahh!”

Flare’s jaw was slack as she gasped for air. A mingling of their saliva dribbled from the edge of her lips, falling on the top of her breasts and onto the floor at her boots.

“Why is this happening? Why am I letting this happen? I need to fight,” she thought. Yet, she was totally exhausted and spent, her fire siphoned by Damon as he just grew stronger.

“God, you’re a tasty snack. Let me have a look at you,” Damon took a step back and once again raised her chin up. He thumbed her crimson lips, glossy and still drooling with their spit, and brushed her soft, red hair back. “Jesus. It’s like you enhanced bitches doll yourself up just to tease the lower lifeforms, huh?”

Flare couldn’t focus, still gasping and swallowing his saliva that had filled her mouth. Offering little resistance, she let him strip her of more of her torn costume till only a small patch was left hanging off her hips, covering her crotch.

“Well, let me show you how much an evolved superior being appreciates you,” he said, then proceeded to lower himself down. Reaching around, he took a firm grip of her firm, round ass and dug his nails in, pulling her against him once again. His serpentine tongue slipped out once more and he dragged it along her cheeks and chin. He continued down her neck and collarbone, painting her warm, sweet flesh with long licks before lowering down further.

Flare shut her eyes tight and flinched at the first flick of his tongue at her nipple. She pinched her lips tight at the second stab on her other one. When he wrapped his rough hands around them and smashed her tits together and applied harsh, loud sucks upon each, her mouth popped open with a gasp. “Don’t,” she squeaked, opening her eyes, shaking her head as she looked down, “Oh God, please, don’t.”

Dark eyes looked back up at her as he continued to suckle and lash at her nipples. “Don’t do what, Kayla?” he asked, dragging his mouth and tongue back and forth across her breasts till they were awash in his spit. “Don’t turn you on? Don’t make you a horny little super slut? You know, your nipples are hard.”

He gave one of them a painful pinch just to demonstrate, then bit down on one eliciting a pained cry from the young heroine.

Even on his knees, his head was still level with her belly. He knelt there for a moment, hands on his lap, biding his time before his next indulgence.

“You’re one sexy bitch,” he said. His eyes moved down to her crotch. “Tasty, too.”

Flare’s pale cheeks and neck were flushed pink and red as she squirmed slowly against her restraints. Impulsively, she clamped her thighs together, even knowing how futile the attempt to hold him back was.

“Now, as I asked before,” he spoke as he reached for the last patch of her shredded costume, “are you really a natural redhead?”

Damon peeled away and tugged off the remaining material with a stiff yank leaving her only in her shiny red boots. Immediately, he smiled eyeing the thin, patch of curly auburn hair.

“Fucking hell, Kayla,” he breathed and looked up at her, “you don’t disappoint at all, do you?”

“No, no, no,” she stammered quickly as he pushed his hands between her soft thighs and shoved her legs apart. Without hesitation, his head leaned in and she was able to catch his nimble tongue slither out just before he buried his face against her crotch. “Uh-ahh!”

“Mmm,” Damon hummed as he slathered her with his tongue. She was even sweeter than he expected. The soft lips of her pussy bore little resistance, her wrinkled petals giving way and breached easily by firm, deep caresses of his slick, whip-like appendage. He applied his lips and teeth with similar assertiveness, drawing the same quivering response from her sensitive snatch.

“G-god! Please! Don’t! Uhn! D-damon! Ohh! Uhh!” Flare threw her head back and forth, her crimson hair tossed across her blushing face. She had never experienced such carnal, voracious lust thrust upon her like this. With every flick and shove of his tongue, her body hitched and trembled uncontrollably as if possessed. She began to glow, but the energy seemed to be flowing through her and into Damon as he drank her in deeply.

Damon continued to hum with hungry delight, his thirst only growing. He pressed her legs apart further, allowing her glossy pink pocket to spread enough so that he could shove a middle finger --as large as a ship bolt-- into her tight snatch. That drew a languid explosive groan for her mouth that haunted the gaping space of the warehouse.

Yet, that cry was nothing like when he shoved another finger past the puckered star of her ass.

“Oh, God! No!” she hollered, throwing her hips back and forth trying to wriggle away from the immense discomfort her body was suddenly exposed to.

God wasn’t going to answer her though. No one was. Only the sounds of her own moans and groans and Damon’s squelching sucks and slobbery licks filled her ears.

At some point, the afternoon had faded into the evening, and the sky above her turned dark. Still, she continued to glow as did Damon, his light intensifying as hers faded. She tingled now, feeling his tongue lick her petals till they were dripping and his lips pinch and suck on the pulsing bud of her clit. Jamming his finger full bore into her, he was unrelenting, doing what he wanted, taking what he wanted. He was beyond any man she had taken on, ferociously aggressive yet precise and deliberate in his sexual machinations. Despite his seemingly lustful abandon, he knew precisely what he was doing to her.

“Oh God,” she gasped again. She pressed her face against her arm, moaning for air, suddenly realizing she was no longer fighting him, but fighting herself. What was happening to her?

Damon knew. As he continued to take her with his tongue and fingers, he looked up and smiled. Her body was becoming more accepting, her hips swaying towards his face rather than back. She was becoming his.

Finally, Flare broke. Her spent body shuddered and shook as her core tightened painfully. Choking back her voice for a moment as she rolled her head side to side, she threw it back and cried out, “Ohh… GOD! UHH-hn!”

Damon held her fast with a firm clamp of her buttocks. He covered her lips with his mouth and took in her full, flushing release. The aura around both of them flashed, and again, the light filled him with an unlimited charge of scorching energy.

“That’s it,” Daedalus cajoled from his distant speakers, “drink her all in. Every bit of her. Feel the power swell and change you to your ultimate form.”

Damon rose to his feet and stood before Flare, looking down at her with a stone-faced glare that numbed her aching body. Something about him had changed again, beyond the muscles which now seemed to continually pulse and spasm individually as if he were bursting with energy. No, it was the look, that unmoving, assured, dominant gaze locked upon her that filled her with dread and angst. She didn’t resist when he leaned in and gave her a long kiss before he stood back once more.

“What’s my name?” he said with a firm, monotone voice.

Still quivering from her orgasm, her fluids running down her leg into her boot, she hesitated as she looked up at him.

“What’s my name?” he repeated, still monotone, but more insistent.

“The T-…” she stuttered meekly, “T-Tamer.”

“Good girl,” Daedalus announced.

“Unlock,” Tamer muttered.

An innocuous buzz sounded and suddenly, she was released from her shackles. She crumpled to the floor.

“Now, if you will, Kayla,” the doctor continued, “please apply your mouth, tongue and whatever exceptional attributes of yours to Tamer’s… mmm… other ‘whip’?”

“Wh-wha…?” Her brows pinching with confusion, Flare turned her head only to face Tamer’s thick log of a cock hanging before her. She stared at it, shaking her head slowly and leaning back. “No. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” Tamer corrected. With one hand he raised his shaft, with the other he clutched the back of her head, gripping a clump of her shiny red hair in his fist. “You will.”

“You have been defeated soundly in fair combat, Flare,” Daedalus declared. “Tamer is the victor. You’re the spoils.”

She couldn’t believe he was speaking to her like that. The insulting arrogance. The cockiness. The complete disregard for who she was and what she stood for. Flare looked up, blinking, incredulity masking her face. It looked as if she were about to say something --perhaps ‘please’ or ‘stop’-- but the words never made it past her throat. She flinched and squirmed as he bullied her cheeks and lips with the sides and tip of his hefty cock, slapping it against her face.

“Breathe deep steady breaths, my dear,” Daedalus instructed. “It may help. Perhaps.”

The strong hand holding the back of her head fast gave it a stern shake. Tamer was growing impatient. “Do it, now,” he insisted.

A stiff yank at the back of her head made her cry out in pain, and with her mouth wide, Tamer made his move.

“Mmpf!”

Flare quickly needed to adjust, stretching her mouth to a wide yawn and relaxing her jaw as he shoved past her lips and teeth, but she finally managed to part her lips enough to allow him to stuff the front of his cock in. She braced her hands on his solid thighs as he quickly cranked his hips forward, driving deep into her mouth repeatedly.

“Relax. Enjoy,” Tamer jeered. “Or don’t. Not that I give a fuck.”

Flare’s eyes squeezed shut again as he revved up his thrusts, gripping her head with both hands now, tangling his fingers through her tousled hair. She was focused on avoiding choking let alone adjusting for any sense of comfort as he filled her gaping mouth with increasingly vigorous thrusts.

Tamer listened to her squelching gulps and slurps below with an impossibly satisfied grin on his face. Her viscous spit, oozed and bubbled from her mouth and ran enticingly down the ample length of his virile shaft. He breathed deep through his mouth as he pumped his crotch forward repeatedly, butting the back of her throat with his hard nub. She was so warm and wet and delicious.

“What a fucking good blow. I could fuck your mouth like this forever,” he exclaimed aloud. “You missed your calling, Kayla.”

As their pace continued to intensify, Kayla reached up to grip his cock with both hands. At first, startled by how solid it was, she took a firm hold, trying her best to steady herself. As his tip battered against her throat, her enhanced muscles in her neck strained from the rigorous shaking it had to endure at the hands of Tamer. Surely, a normal woman would have been knocked unconscious at this point, or worse.

Unfortunately, she was no mere mortal. She could endure so much more for much, much longer. Tamer, she knew, was going to test those limits.

The only momentary reprieve she received from him was when he pulled her mouth off with a wet ‘pop’ and a desperate gasp from her lips, only to insist she pleasure the remainder of his length down to his sack with her tongue.

“Look up at me when you do it,” he commanded. “Show me those pretty eyes of yours.”

With her crystalline green eyes raised upward, she stuck out her tongue and dragged it down his cock, first down the left side, then the right, then underneath. Her gaze was tethered to his by some invisible rope, mesmerized by his intensity; all of the god-like power focused on her, commanding pleasure from her.

“Kiss it,” he ordered.

She pursed her plush lips against the rippling shaft of muscle, kissing every inch of it for what seemed like forever. She only hesitated when blinding white light suddenly splashed around them.

“Forgive the spotlights,” Daedalus announced, “Evening has arrived and we have such a long ways to go yet. I don’t want to miss a moment of this.”

“Suck the balls,” Tamer instructed. “Eyes on me.”

Flare slurped back a dribble of saliva, then raised his hefty rod up. His sack was also heavy, dropping formidably at the base of his cock. As she scooped it up in her mouth and gave it several rolling sucks, she paused again realizing how suddenly easy all of this had become for Tamer. Suck his cock. Lick his shaft. Pleasure his sack. Look up at him all the while.

And she was obeying. God help her. What if the rest of the Vanguard saw her now, submitting to a lowly enemy? How far was she going to let this go?

“You’re slowing down, Kayla,” Tamer said, noticing her hesitancy. “Let me help.”

Again he seized the sides of her head. And again he drove his tip against her lips, prying them apart and slamming his thick tip against the back of her throat, then down it.

As she gagged and coughed. Flare pounded her fist against his thigh, blows that could normally drive rivets into cold steel. He took them as if a kitten was pawing at his legs. With Tamer redoubling his efforts, going at her full throttle, she relented and realized she was going to have to go as far as he wanted. There would be no respite, no reprieve. As he drove into her like a furious piston, she found her breath, matching his pace. The thrusts were still shuddering her breasts and head, but she caught the rhythm, accepting the feel and taste of his cock.

“Fuck, yes!” Tamer exclaimed, bristling again with an aura of power.

Her hands strapped around his shaft once more, Flare held on, experiencing the sensation of a thick, hot cock grinding out its pleasure from her.

“Fucking look at me!” he barked at her.

She did with weepy, glossy eyes. He was a bold, brash figure. Never before had someone been in complete command of her, not since her powers manifested themselves. To be dominated for the pure, wanton sexual desires of another. As she gazed up at this man-beyond-men, his handsome figure hammered out by the gods or the devil himself, there was something awe-inspiring about it, majestic… tempting.

“Oh, my God,” she thought, “What am I thinking?”

She had no time to answer herself, at once feeling Tamer hold her head rigid in his vice-like palms. Her mouth still full of his cock, she blinked for half-a-second then felt a gush of thick, viscous fluid fill her mouth.

“Fu-uck me!” Tamer groaned, his head listing back, a flood of his spunk bursting forth like a dam had broken. He continued to grip her head, his fingers tangling in her damp hair.

Below him, Flare alternated between sputtering on and gulping down his rich jism. He fired another copious rope of cum filling her mouth again faster than she could swallow or spit it up. Her mouth and chin were coated with a film of the oozing, off-white goo which dropped down onto her tits and floor.

His fingers finally released her, and she fell back, still on her knees. She continued to gasp and swallow his cum, sweeping her mouth with her tongue and wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she coughed. She stared at the floor in disbelief, not understanding what had come over her just then.

Another primal scream from Tamer, shocked her attention back on him as he stood over her. He raged towards the ceiling, rattling the girders and walls of the broken warehouse, gripping his fists and puffing out his barrel chest.

“Wh-what…?” Flare exclaimed, her eyes flitting around taking a moment to realize what she was seeing.

The aura around Tamer continued to glow, his muscles continued to surge with energy, but what truly sparked her trepidation was the sight of his cock, fully hardened and erect in all its staggering power. It defied the fact that it had just released a river of spunk just a few moments ago, looking just as fiercely invigorated and virile as the evolved being who wielded it.

With her expression revealing distress and apprehension, Flare couldn’t understand, then, why she found her hand reaching out to touch the immense shaft of muscle. A confusing, mesmerizing need to feel it with her trembling hand overcame her, and she just managed to curl her fingers back and hold them against her chest, startled by her own actions and dark need.

“Well, then. Congratulations, the both of you,” Daedalus declared. “It seems you have helped to achieve Tamer’s final form, the epitome of his evolving grandeur.”

“What… what are you talking about?” Flare asked, her eyes still trained on Tamer’s upright, swaying steel rod.

“It’s not only his body that’s reached perfection. It’s not only his mind that has become capable of achieving anything he desires,” the doctor explained, “His pheromones have evolved as well, able to persuade a person to commit anything, even the most carnal of acts, for him, despite their will.”

It was then that Flare realized she was enveloped within Tamer’s aura. It swaddled her body and tingled through her skin and into her nerves, coursing its way to her mind. She fought it, shaking her head, closing her eyes and muttering, “No”, over and over. Despite everything she had gone through already, she had to fight this, the last vestige of her dignity, her soul.

“You can’t resist, I’m afraid,” Daedalus concluded.

Tamer glared at her, witnessing her mental blocks crumble with inner glee. It all came down to this. He was finally going to fuck Flare, his arch-nemesis, his untenable fantasy. That inevitable feeling electrified his brain. There was only one last thing he wanted from her before that.

Still struggling in her mind, Flare wasn’t ready for Tamer to grab her by the hair and drag her back to the ring. Gripping her bright auburn tresses, he raised her to her feet. Then he took her by each wrist and lifted them over her head, forcefully pushing them back into the shackles.

“Lock,” he barked.

The clamps snapped shut.

Once again, Flare found herself captive in the ring, her alluring body glowing from the bright white spotlights targeted upon them. All the while, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Tamer as he leaned over her, brazenly glaring down at her, sniffing her like the apex beast that he was.

Once more he gripped her chin, tugging it down to open her mouth as he pulled her face towards him. As expected, he swiftly drove his mouth over hers again, stuffing his tongue in, coiling it around hers until they were entwined in a restless, lurid kiss.

Flare didn’t fight, couldn’t fight. As if she was his plaything, he took his pleasure of her at will, groping her tits and ass, and stroking her pussy with intent as they continued to suck each other’s tongues.

He released her mouth and she gasped, leaning back with a dreamy look in her bright jade eyes. She gulped to draw the spit down her raw throat while he reached down around, gripped her ass and lifted her, pulling her against him, splaying her silky thighs wide around his thick, hard torso.

Flare’s expression had settled into an almost blank gaze of abject surrender, unable to match the intimidating determination emanating from Tamer’s own dark visage. Still, she couldn’t take her eyes off him, even mere inches apart.

Tamer breathed her in again, filling her scent with his lungs. He had touched her and tasted her, felt her lips upon him, probed her mouth and inner flesh with his fingers. As he held her aloft and wriggled his hips to adjust his tip at her lips, he knew he was a breath away from achieving his ultimate goal.

“Tell me, Kayla,” he said with a low, husky voice, snarling his upper lip, “who beat you today?”

Clasping at the shackles, shifting her hips against his grip uneasily, she trembled and gasped, “You did.”

“What’s my name?”

“T-Tamer,” she said, the line of her light brows twitching.

His eyes narrowed, and his voice deepened, “And what do you want me to do to you right now?”

Flare’s red lips quivered and she wet them and swallowed again. She felt the tip of his cock nestled just at her breach. It was so hot, so hard already.

“What do you want me to do to you right now, Kayla?” Tamer repeated, slowly and a cold cruelty in his tone.

“F… f-fuck me,” she whispered.

He spiked his brow at her, grimacing. Those weren’t the magic words. He wanted more, wanted it all.

He allowed her a moment to understand, then she uttered the words: “Fuck me, Tamer… please.”

A satisfied, wicked grin broke upon his lips.

For a second, Flare didn’t recognize her own voice that had just spoken. In the next second, she immediately knew that was her crying out in pain and ecstasy as pulled her down while raising his hips, shoving inches of his massive cock into her warm, so very tight snatch.

“Guh-AHH!” she groaned.

Tamer matched her with a resounding grunt of his own. “Uhh! FUCK!”

The first thrust was brutal and seemed to go on forever, stretching Flare’s soft pink pussy lips wide, before being pulled inward by the sheer girth of Tamer’s cock. When he drove as deep as he could go, he held it there letting it pulse and throb, and feeling the delectable squeeze of her vaginal muscles struggling against his savage stroke.

Flare’s head dropped back and swayed, her red hair dangling. She squeezed her shackles until her knuckles were white, then she moaned and gasped as Tamer shook her with several short shoves, probing her deep before withdrawing.

“Lift that pretty face of yours, ‘hero’,” Tamer growled. He wanted to see her enjoy this.

Just as she raised her head forward, he broke into a rapid-fire series of punishing thrusts. Her demure body rattled and shook even as his grip solidified around her. Her head bounced around as she gasped and groaned, unable to focus even as he continued to bark at her to look at him. Finally, she had to press her thighs against his torso to ease the nerve-shaking jostling she was enduring. Still in her boots, her heels pressed into the small of his back for added security.

Tamer grunted like an overheated beast, not from exhaustion, just sheer lust in full release. He fired his hips like a cannon, revelling in the squeeze of Flare’s tight, strong pussy. With his overabundant length, he took her at a ferocious pace, his cock driving in and out like a sports car piston in overdrive.

Flare felt like she was being churned from the inside. All she could do was hold on and feel every inch thrust into her over and over as he claimed his amusement, his stimulation from her nubile, sturdy body. Once more she was enthralled by the irresistible force on display, trying to keep up with him. His strokes never dulled. Even when he held her with one arm so that he could reach for and squeeze her inviting tits and pinch her taut nipples, his thrusts just gained in intensity.

He leaned in again and gave her another long kiss, his tongue delving deep towards her gullet. Their lips sliding against one another, he asked again, “Mmm… tell me what you want, Kayla. Tell me again, baby.”

“Uhh… fuck me, Tamer, please,” she gasped into his mouth. “Fuck me... harder.”

“Ooh, this has become very interesting,” Daedalus piped in.

“Harder?” Tamer asked, leaning back slightly. “Like the super slut that you are?”

She nodded. “Yes. Harder. Please, Tamer.”

Without further hesitation, he slipped her off of him then moved around to the back.

Flare blinked. For a fleeting second, a long lost clarity had returned to her frenzied mind. What did she just ask of him?

Again, the answer came in the form of action. Tamer picked up her legs again, this time from behind. Flare’s face slanted downward as she gripped her restraints. Her mouth and eyes had already widened before she felt the now familiar lengthy shaft of Tamer’s drive into her from behind.

“Uhh-UHN!” she cried.

“So fucking tight,” he exclaimed, pinching his lower lip with his teeth. It was as if her body was challenging him, and he accepted with zealous thrusts that pitched her forward violently.

Flare’s head lolled downward, her hair draping down the side of her face or strands of it sticking to her skin which was glowing white now. She moaned repeatedly, sharply with every thrust until her throat was raw. A cacophony of lust and sex swirled around her, echoing back at throughout the isolated warehouse.

Tamer continued to blast his hips. Even filling and stretching her in and out innumerable times now, her pussy felt just as good and tight as the first thrust, just a touch more warm and slick.

“Mmm! Tell me again how you want it, Kayla,” he ordered from behind, “Tell me what your super-enhanced body wants, what it can endure.”

“Fuck me harder, Tamer,” she begged without hesitation. “Harder!”

His muscles hit the next level with no problem at all.

Incredibly, even with her superior strength, Flare began to feel the strain in her arms and shoulders as she shook and hung suspended to the ring by her wrists.

“Uhh-AHN!” she screamed, announcing another rushing orgasm that spilt over his still thrusting cock. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God!”

Even as she tried to recover from her second explosive climax, Tamer didn’t miss a beat, didn’t relent. The man was incredible, fucking her to her limits, churning her juicy cum deep within her. She almost began to question how long she could actually continue.

At that, Tamer suddenly paused behind her again, his grip tightening against her legs. She felt him stiffen then shudder aloud, “Uhh- UHH!”

His head listing back, he flexed his buttocks as he pumped her with generous ropes of thick jism, firing through his length like water through a firehose.

“Ah, shit!” he grunted. “Yes!”

Flare raised her eyes up, gasping for air, feeling him spew more of his spunk into her with each throb of his embedded cock. Her eyes searched left and right aimlessly as if they had just finished rolling around in her head. As he withdrew his extended shaft from behind and lowered her legs, more of their mingled sex juices spilt down and into her boots. She drew a deep, cleansing breath, closing her eyes.

Finally, a break.

“Unlock,” Tamer ordered.

The clamps opened and Flare settled her feet on the floor, her knees wobbling, her thighs burning, an exquisite ache at her pussy.

Tamer tugged her arm, making her face him. They kissed forcefully again and as they did, she felt his rigid cock nudging against her. When they parted lips, she looked down astonished.

He was still hard. His purple, rippling shaft jutted upward still as imposing and hungry as when they started, covered in a slick of their viscous cum.

“Clean me,” he commanded.

Flare looked up, then back down, nodding as she did. Gingerly, she stroked her hands up and down the slippery shaft, generating heat in her palms as she did.

While the warmth of her hands was undeniably pleasing, Tamer wanted her to clean him another way. “With your mouth, slut.”

Pausing only for a second, Flare gripped the base of his cock. Because of the stiffness and angle and his height, she remained standing as she lowered her mouth down upon him tasting the bitter flavour of spunk again.

Tamer swept up and gathered her long hair in his hand, still wanting to silently watch her as she did his bidding.

“I can literally do this forever, Kayla,” he said without a hint of irony. “With the way you and me are now, with our enhanced bodies, I can fuck you anytime, for as long and in any way I want.”

“That’s actually true,” Daedalus remarked.

Flare looked aside, contemplating this idea as she continued to clean his cock with her tongue and mouth.

“Would you like that, Kayla?” Tamer asked, raising her face up.

“Yes, Tamer,” she rasped.

He grinned crookedly. “Good answer, baby.”

He stood her straight then turned her around. With a firm nudge, he eased her forward making her lean against one side of the ring.

Flare closed her eyes and wet her lips, preparing for the next round, no doubt ramping up the intensity further. She swooned against the ring when she felt Tamer’s wicked tongue slide up and down the crack of her ass, swirling the tip forcefully against the bud of her anus.

He smacked his lips as he stood and positioned himself behind her. He took hold of his cock again. “Any way I want, right?”

Flare bit her lower lip, her brows anxiously twisting above her watery eyes, feeling his broad tip settling against her tight puckered star.

“Right, Kayla?”

Her head shook almost imperceptibly left and right but she heard herself say, “Any way you want, Tamer. I’m yours.”

“My girl,” he chuckled, then transitioned to a primal grunt as he buried his cock into her ass.

Flare gripped the ring tight and bit down hard on her lips. Still, even before he was done with his initial thrust, she couldn’t prevent a resounding cry to burst from her mouth, “OHH… fuck!”

“That’s right, baby,” he huffed proudly. “For as long as I want.”

For the next twenty minutes, Tamer didn’t fully withdraw from the inviting confines of Flare’s firm, round ass, glowing white from the light. He only pulled out his cock till the rim of his tip, before ploughing it back in with greedy shoves over and over.

Flare’s resilient body took it, of course, though the pain, discomfort and the humiliation were still ever-present. Her brows furrowed and her face flushed and tight, she whimpered quietly as Tamer powered into her.

She shook her head. She could never go back. She was done with the Vanguard. Done as a ‘hero’.

She lowered her gaze and felt the friction and stretch of Tamer’s hammering thrusts, imploring strange words through her gasps, like “more”, “harder”, “fuck me, please”, and “you’re so good, Tamer”.

The two of them groaned in unison as he jammed his cock into her and unloaded another salvo of cum yet again, topping off her stretched hole with his jism.

This time, there was not even a momentary break. With his cock still hard and gleaming, he rag-dolled Flare to the ground and on her back, kneeling down between her legs.

“Take these fucking things off,” he growled, tugging off her boots and flinging them aside. Now, finally, she was completely naked.

He shoved her legs up and back over her head, folding her like a book at her torso till her knees were at her armpits, her ankles beside her head.

“Fuck, baby,” he chuckled with cruel admiration of her flexible body, “were you actually a gymnast or something?”

Once again he sampled her exposed snatch, stuffing in his fingers, licking his tongue all over, sucking on her hood, bringing her to yet another forceful climax.

“Uh-AHHN!” Flare groaned, her cum spraying Tamer’s grinning face. He was driving her crazy, mind and body.

Keeping her in the folded position he leaned over her, planking his powerful body above her. Her ankles pressed against his shoulders as he dropped his hips down and tightened his abs, sending his cock spiking past her puffed pussy lips once more, burying it in her tight pink hole.

As he fucked her hard against the ground, their faces an inch apart trading hot breaths of air, he beckoned to her, “You wanted this, right, little hero? You’ve always wanted this. To be dominated by me. To be fucked by me. Right?”

With anxious eyes, Flare nodded. “Yes, Tamer. Just like this. Your cock is so good. It feels so good.”

She reached up to touch his face tenderly and he rewarded her with another brutish kiss, sucking her tongue loudly.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped between their urgent kisses, “God, please don’t stop.”

He had no intention of doing so.

They came in unison after another half hour in this position. While Flare shook and shuddered as cum oozed from her pussy, Tamer withdrew and jetted his spunk across her blushing body and face.

Without stopping they rotated positions with Flare riding upon Tamer’s cum covered cock, her silky pearl legs spread wide over his hips. He let her do the work this time, grinding her luscious hips over him while he fondled and twisted her tits with his beefy hands.

Flare arched backwards, using her all of her Level-3 super strength to stir his steeled cock inside of her. She was totally lost now, awash in her own lust and ecstasy. She wanted this man’s cock, this super-man’s cock, in her forever. Her body glowed again at the thought, continuing to feed her dominator.

“Oh, you’re so good!” she cooed loudly, desperately, “You’re so fucking good! God, don’t stop!”

Tamer bucked his hips upwards, giving her a rugged ride, nearly in disbelief of how this was so much better than he imagined. Going from being beaten, defeated and humiliated repeatedly at the hands of the lovely Flare, to now not only fucking her, but making her beg for it. The heady sensation stimulated him into overdrive.

Flare leaned forward, bracing her hands against his solid chest which glowed from her hot touch as she transferred more power to him. Their eyes locked upon each other. Behind her look of longing and desire, deep within her mind and soul, she sensed the prisoner within, the heroine who knew this was wrong, went against everything she held dear. It struggled to escape, to fight again, but it was no use.

“Oh, fuck, Tamer. God, you feel so good!” she cried.

She was his.

Gripping her waist tightly, Tamer arched his back and pumped his hips upwards with a bellowing grunt, “UHH-uhn!”

More strands of his rich cum splashed into Flare as she trembled and shook upon him. He squeezed his buttocks, jetting more sharp spurts upward and was met with another quivering climax from the ravished heroine.

“Did that feel good?” he asked with a wicked grin.

Her hair fallen across her face as she looked down upon him, weary and dripping with his cum, she simply nodded.

“You want more?” he asked.

She nodded again.

“Then clean me with your mouth again.”

Flare climbed off his swollen cock, curled her nude, glistening body down, and did as she was told.

Long into the evening, Tamer’s pleasure continued unabated. Switching through various positions --some testing the limits of Flare’s flexibility as he wrenched her limbs-- he also rotated from her mouth, her pussy, and anus, filling each with his ever-hard cock before topping them off with his viscous, endless supply of jism.

Once again, Flare was in the position they had begun with: her wrists shackled to the ring. Tamer indulged in throwing more lashes of his whip at her limp body which still shook with every energy-laced stroke. Then he approached her and dropped his whip at her feet. He raised her left leg up and leaned it against his body, effectively placing her in a standing split, before raising his lengthy shaft into her again, breaking quickly into rough, rapid thrusts once more.

“Tamer…” Daedalus called over the loudspeaker.

The oversexed villain didn’t cease his grinding.

“Tamer,” the mad doctor repeated, “I hate to interrupt…”

“What the fuck is it?” Tamer replied with heated annoyance.

“I’ve detected that some of her friends will be arriving.”

Tamer finally halted his thrusting. He frowned and grunted, “They found us?”

“Well, not quite yet due to my location scrambling efforts, but they are zeroing in and will eventually be here.”

Withdrawing his oozing cock from Flare, Tamer looked upward and asked, “Which ones are coming?”

“They’ve paired off in their search. Judging by their signals, I’m certain it’s Athena and Shard who are closing in on our position.”

Tamer smiled, narrowing his eyes. He bent down to pick up his whip. “Good. Let them come,” he declared.

“That… would not be recommended,” Daedalus suggested. “Both are at least Level-5 in power, Athena is possibly an 8 on her own. They can do considerable damage to you, much more than this waif we have here.”

“So? I’ll just regenerate and grow more powerful,” Tamer scoffed.

“I’ve concluded you’ve reached the peak of your evolution, for the moment,” Daedalus said. “I need you to withdraw and return so that I may examine your genetic stability. Remember the pig?”

“Fuck the pig!” Tamer turned his back on Flare, pounded his puffed up chest and hollered towards the voice from above, “I’m a fucking god!”

There was an audible sigh over the loudspeaker in response to his bravado.

He nodded his head back towards Flare. “Let this bitch’s friends come for me!” he bellowed and shook his whip in his fist. “I’ll handle them like I’ve handled her! I’ll whip them till they're on the ground begging me to stop. Then I’ll fuck the both of them. Hell, I’ll fuck all three of them at once! I’ll make them all mine!”

“No…” a weak voice from behind went unnoticed by the raging Tamer.

“I’m The Tamer! I’ll beat them, break them and take them!”

“NO!”

“Wha-UPFF?!” Tamer exclaimed as Flare’s legs suddenly wrapped around his neck and face from behind and locked tightly.

“You won’t do anything like what you’ve done to me to my friends!” the heroine seethed as she held on. Mustering all the strength and defiance from her very heart and soul, Flare’s body suddenly ignited with a burst of incredible power. “You think you can handle my power? Handle this, motherfucker!”

Before he could react, a wave of power exploded around him, enough to blow up the roof above. While his evolved skin held fast, it expanded with the blazing heat of a small star from within. He dropped his whip and scrambled for her legs cinched around his head.

“Beat you,” Flare growled through her teeth and tears as she instantly surged once again, “Break you.”

“No!” Before his body could recover, another impossibly powerful blast gushed into him, straining him from the inside out to his breaking point and beyond. “NOOO!!!”

The building exploded, flaring as bright as a small star.

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“The others are on their way,” Shard said. Walking amongst the smouldering ruins of the destroyed factory, she joined Athena as she approached the epicentre of the blast.

The statuesque leader of the Vanguard only offered a grim nod in response and continued searching the rubble.

Shard nodded silently in reply as well, her lower lip and silvery brows steeled with worry for Flare, her closest friend on the team. “Could she have actually attempted her Nova Heart attack?”

The usually unaffected and resolute Athena also sported a knitted brow. The destruction reeked of desperation. For Flare to be pushed to these limits, to attempt such a violent manoeuvre she had never used before, meant something went horribly wrong.

Shard shook her head despondently. “If she did, then that would mean…”

Athena looked back at her. “Keep looking.”

Again, the silver-haired lieutenant nodded, taking a calming breath before resuming the search.

As they approached the center of the explosion, they suddenly stopped at an odd structure still standing before them.

“What is that?” Shard asked.

“More light,” Athena requested.

Instantly, Shard’s pristine skin and silver costume were coated with a sheen of crystal diamond. She glowed the bright white of a star, illuminating the large, hollow ring structure in front of them.

“How is that still standing?” Shard asked, noting how every other piece of metal in the place had been contorted and charred beyond recognition.

Athena inspected it carefully, then noted bluntly, “It’s a restraint.”

A pang of worry and anxiety immediately swelled within Shard.

“The shackles are open not because of the blast. There’s no sign of damage to them,” the Vanguard leader observed. “Whoever was in them was removed before or after.”

“Kim,” Shard said, addressing her commander by her alias, “look at this.”

She picked up something from the floor at their feet and handed it to Athena.

“A bullwhip,” Athena noted, turning it in her hand. “Damon?”

Drawing a deep breath, Shard frowned and shook her head. “It doesn’t make sense. Damon is a low level, powerless thug. He couldn’t have pushed Kayla to have to resort to this.”

Just then, the large ring thrummed with energy. The two heroines struck a ready stance then froze when they saw a holographic image materialize at the center of the device.

Shard’s heart skipped as her eyes widened.

“Doctor Daedalus,” Athena said coldly.

“Welcome, ‘heroes’,” Daedalus glared back at them. His mirrored goggles hid the deviously bemused look in his eyes. His sharp, wicked smile made up for that, though. “No doubt looking for your friend, the lovely Flare.”

“Where is she?” Athena snapped.

Shard stepped forward. “What have you done with her?”

“Me? Nothing,” he chuckled. “The Tamer, however…”

Athena tilted her head and pinched her auburn brow, “‘The Tamer’? Who the hell is that?”

“It was Damon,” Daedalus replied with a sigh. “Before he became too volatile while toying with your friend. Became overstimulated then he lost his poor head… and every other body part.”

“There’s no way,” Shard insisted, sneering at the mad doctor. “There’s no way that Flare could have been taken down by him.”

Daedalus nodded. “She did put up a noble fight. Indeed, she was surprisingly resilient… until she wasn’t. Then she became quite submissive.”

Before they could question him further, his holographic image morphed into another, something more vividly explicit in its carnality.

“Oh my God,” Shard gasped softly.

Athena’s jaw hardened, drawing her red lips to a firm, razor line as her eyes narrowed.

“Quite submissive,” Daedalus’ voice repeated.

For the next five minutes, the two heroines witnessed the highlights of the ordeal their friend and comrade, Flare, had to endure at the hands and voracious sexual appetite of a massively enhanced Damon. They had no idea what was worse, the grotesque imagery or the sounds of Flare moaning and pleading and begging for more.

Unable to watch anymore, Shard covered her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, turning away in anguish.

Athena continued to watch right up to the end, watching Flare initiate her Nova Heart burst in a final bid of desperation to protect her teammates.

When it was over, Daedalus reappeared.

“You… bastard,” Athena hissed through a sneer with the faintest tremble revealed along her throat.

“Know this, heroes of the Vanguard: the rules of our engagement have altered,” Daedalus spoke with foreboding and cold authority. “I have revealed a weakness in your ranks that I have no qualms about exploiting. There is no longer a moral high ground amongst enemies. Interfere in my plans again and I will summon every method, every weapon, every dark ally at my disposal to not only defeat you but to humiliate, break, and submit you.”

“Go to hell!” Shard shrieked and turned, firing a blast of her white laser light at him, the beam slicing through the hologram’s heart harmlessly.

Daedalus was unmoved by her display. “In the crude but effective words of the late Tamer,” he said, dipping his head, “Beat you. Break you. Take you.”

The hologram faded. Then the ring began to hiss and pop, small sparks flashing all around as it destroyed itself from within.

The two heroines stood before the dead device for a long minute, unmoving, save for the unsteady breaths of Shard throwing her off balance slightly on her feet. Her normally dove white face flushed pink and red with seething anger. Clenching her teeth, she growled, “We’ll make him pay.”

Athena nodded, her magic armoured bodice rising with a deep breath of stern resolve. Clenching her fists she declared, “We will. We’ll make him pay... and more.”

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Epilogue

In his hidden facility, deep in the heart of a mountain, Doctor Daedalus, stood in his laboratory directing his sleek, faceless bioborgs as they carried out his schemes and experiments. He was more excited about his plans ahead than he had ever been, sensing how close he was to eliminating his nemesis, The Vanguard, once and for all and moving closer toward world domination.

He grinned, musing to himself while regarding the bioborgs work on replicating a new serum he had derived from the vial of spinal fluid he had drawn from Damon. The demised villain really had no idea how valuable he was to the doctor’s plans.

“A transmission is coming through the trans-dimensional communication array,” one of his bioborgs announced.

Daedalus nodded. “Patch it through.”

“Yes, doctor,” the bioborg responded.

After a brief moment, Daedalus stood and said, “Yes? Is the transmission coming through? Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Daedalus,” a deep, rumbling, gravelly voice crackled through the speakers, “I am here. I am waiting.”

“You will not have to wait for much longer,” Daedalus replied, arching his brow high above his goggles. “I’m in the final stages of preparations to welcome you and your cohorts.”

“Good,” the disembodied voice sounded ominously pleased. “And what of my other requirements? My needs?”

The doctor smirked. “They will be here, in bountiful amounts, ready for you. Ready to be taken by you. In fact, I have a gift to whet your appetite.”

Daedalus tapped a button and transmitted a signal that carried the images of Athena, Shard, and the rest of the female members of The Vanguard to the alien realm.

“Yes,” the otherworldly voice rumbled approvingly, hungrily. “Yes. I will take them all.”

As the emotionless bioborgs moved dutifully around him, Doctor Daedalus grinned. Around him, a dark, carnal laugh haunted his facility.

To be continued...

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