A little about this story, to start off with. This story is all about the slow burn. I've been heavily inspired by TheTalkMan, and I love the slow buildup of his stories. This will be a story with a lot of teasing and build-up, because why have firecrackers when you can have an M80 with some patience? If you're not interested in this, I'll have some other stuff coming down the pipeline which is less about teasing and denial. Just be patient. Oh, and this falls in the usual literotica vein of giant, unrealistic tits, asses, and cocks. I'm not about that subtlety thing. Anyways, to the story!

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Pain lanced through Jimmy West's head as he returned to consciousness. It would seem, for the time being, he had been kidnapped. He was cuffed to a table in a dark room, presumably with some kind of death beam just out of view. Maybe a sawblade.

To call Jimmy a hero would be a bit generous, of course. He'd more accurately be described as a sidekick. His title was Satellite, the trusty and ever-present compatriot to Solarus. They'd been through thick and thin together, but at the moment, Solarus was nowhere to be found.

Satellite groaned as the pain throbbed behind his eyes. From the sore spot on the back of his head, he could gather he'd been ambushed. This was not a new procedure for Satellite, unfortunately. He was captured more often than he'd like to admit, and while the whole thing was becoming a bit rote, he never got used to the feeling of taking a sap to the back of his head.

What Satellite didn't realize, however, was this kidnapping was not like the others. The usual procedure would be a monologue, a deathtrap, and Solarus bursting in at the right moment to save the day. They'd fight their way out of the evil lair, throw out a witty turn of phrase (That was where Satellite usually came in), and be ready for whatever new adventure came their way.

Unfortunately, there were processes in play beyond Satellite's understanding. Satellite had suffered the single worst fate any sidekick could endure. The readers weren't interested in him anymore. Of course he didn't realize that he, or that everyone he knew was, fictional. That didn't make it any less true, though. And, as is so often the case with super-assistants, their existence relies on the whims of the audience. The audience had grown tired of Satellite, and the writers were taking Solarus in a new direction.

When a sidekick is written out, they usually suffer an ignoble death. It's a change-up, the hero gets a "loss" handed to them in order to humble them, "the one they couldn't save". The writers get to can an unpopular character, and things are fresh again. Everyone wins. Occasionally, though, something different happens.

Something different was going to happen to Satellite.

"So, The Eternal Companion is awake. I hope you weren't hurt too badly." said an unfamiliar voice. A woman's voice. Solarus had a few women in his rogue's gallery, but none of them had a voice quite so sensual. Just the sound of it made Satellite's loins twitch in response. This was an especially unusual response, because Satellite was the definition of chaste. His only lover was justice. Also, the writers had never deigned to write him a girlfriend.

"Who's there?" Satellite demanded. He tried to peer through the darkness at whoever was speaking, but all he could make out were vague shapes. Satellite attempted to lift his head, but found his neck was bound to the table by a steel collar. All he was able to do was turn his head to the sides.

"Who am I?" the voice asked rhetorically. "I don't see any reason to rush introductions." A giggle. It was a sinister giggle that dripped with hidden intention. "I like to take things slow. It's about anticipation." The voice began to circle, walking around the table just out of sight. The sharp report of high heels echoed through the room. It was always high heels with villainesses. "Trust me, in time, you will know me."

"I don't know about that." Satellite said. He relaxed, suddenly confident in his position. "I feel like a friend of mine will be spoiling your plans. He has impeccable timing." Satellite smirked.

"Yes, Solarus, he does always seem to show up at the right moment, doesn't he?" The voice said. It seemed unperturbed. That didn't bother Satellite, though. They were always unperturbed. Villains always thought their plans were completely flawless. That's what made pointing out the flaws so fun.

"Well," the voice continued, "I wouldn't bank on that. This satellite has left orbit." Another giggle. Satellite rolled his eyes. All of this was so boilerplate, he had a hard time taking the matter seriously. In the back of his mind, there was a growing anxiety though. That was the one thing that was different. A nagging thought.

'Why is her voice so fucking sexy?'

The thought caught Satellite by surprise. Not just the content, but the swear. Satellite never swore! Swearing was more in the purview of unscrupulous heroes like Slayer and Grimdark.

"Ooh, what's that?" She said. "It looks like something is stirring. You know, that suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. I can see it twitching."

"What is it you want?" Satellite demanded. His voice cracked this time.

"It's more about what you, want." She said. "What do you want?"

The question surprised Satellite.

"Well...for you to let me go. And...uhh...turn yourself over to the police!...?"

She laughed again.

"I don't think that's what you really want. I know what you want."

The footsteps began again, but now they were coming closer.

"Let me show you what you want."

Satellite heard a snap, and then the room flooded with light. He squeezed his eyes closed in shock. The sudden burst of light overwhelmed him and made the pain in his head throb even more. He cracked his eyes open a few times to help them adjust, but the sharp, white light was too much.

"Oh my, that's quite bright, isn't it? That must be painful. Even with your eyes closed, I'm sure it's intense."

"Yeah. Yep." Satellite responded.

"Would you like me to turn the light down?"

Satellite sighed with exasperation.

"Yes? That'd be great."

"Ask me to turn the lights down."

"Uhh...would you turn the lights down?"

"What, no please?"

Satellite groaned with frustration. The light was so bright that even with his eyes closed, it made him cringe.

"Please turn the lights down?"

"We're off to a very good start." She said with satisfaction. The lights dimmed, and Satellite breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. In the soft light, he could see...not much of anything, actually. It was a smallish room. White walls. White ceiling. And...with his head restrained, that's about all he was able to look at.

"So?" Satellite asked. "You said you were going to show me something."

"That's right."

"So what are you going to show me?"

She laughed again. She was behind him, just above his head. He tried to tilt his head upwards to get a look, but didn't have any luck.

"I've already shown you, but you'll understand eventually. Here, I'll show you something else."

Footsteps again, and then she was at his side, he turned his head...and came face to face with an impressive display of cleavage. A staggering pair of breasts barely held by a purple latex top heaved in front of his face. When she was this close, he could even smell her. She smelled like vanilla.

Satellite's face flushed bright red, and he turned his head to the other side. Villainesses in revealing clothes were not unusual, of course. That seemed to be the standard, actually. But he'd never been so...personal with one of them. His loins were no longer stirring, they were swelling. The pants of the Polyflexite™ body suit he wore held his cock snugly against his belly as it grew.

Polyflexite™ was an incredibly durable, incredibly flexible, and in this unfortunate case, incredibly revealing material that many crimefighters used. Satellite hadn't run into any issues with spontaneous erections in the past, and he'd fought some lurid villainesses. Like Mesmira! Her "costume" was really nothing more than some hot pink straps crossing every which way. Solarus and he had foiled her a few times and he'd had nary a twitch, but here he was now with a quickly stiffening cock.

"Mmm, my hero." She said, reaching down to grab his cock through the ultralight material. She tightened her grip and began to stroke. Without meaning to, Satellite stretched and pushed against her hand. "Now this is why I chose you." At full length, he measured a thick 9 and ¾ inches. If there was anything especially heroic about Satellite, it was his penis.

"Unhand me!" Satellite barked. A surge of willpower allowed him to power through the pleasure she was teasing him with, and he tried to jerk away from her touch. Unfortunately, the restraints meant he had no luck. "I demand you unhand me!"

The woman tittered. She redoubled her movements.

"I don't think you're in a position to demand anything, my pet." She said. Her mouth was right by his ear, and their pillowy softness just barely grazed his skin. Her hot breath made him shiver, and his cock throbbed in response. She squeezed firmly in acknowledgement. "You're always in a position to bargain, though." She kissed his earlobe softly.

"Wh-aaah-t do you mean, bargain? What do you want? Let me guess, Solarus's identity, right? You think you'll tease it ouuuuut of me?" She'd kissed him again and he couldn't help moaning.

"No, nothing like that. Not to say I couldn't get it. By the time we're done, you'd tell me his Social Security number if I asked for it. No, something simpler. Just look at me. Look at me, and I'll stop touching you." She squeezed him again, and stroked faster, as though to say 'or we can keep doing this instead'.

Satellite turned his head to look at his torturer. She was stunning, a dark haired seductress with vivid green eyes and sensual, bee-stung lips. She smiled cruelly at Satellite, and ruffled his hair.

"That's my boy. I like it when you listen to me. Don't you?"

"I'd like it better if set me free." Satellite quipped.

"All in due time, my little moon." She purred. As promised, she released his cock from her grip, and Satellite heaved a sigh of relief. A sigh of mostly relief. Maybe there was a touch of disappointment in there, though he'd never admit it to himself.

His captor shifted her body, and he found himself again face to face with her breasts. The latex gripped them tightly, forcing them up and together. They spilled from the top, barely contained by the skimpy piece. Again, he could smell vanilla wafting from her. This time, he didn't look away. Satellite found himself transfixed, admiring the beautiful curves.

And then, as quickly as they'd appeared, they were gone. His captor had turned away from him and walked a few steps. He was disappointed that the heavenly sight of her tits had disappeared, but he was met with another beautiful sight. She was wearing what appeared to be purple latex booty shorts. Just like her top, they barely contained her assets. Her ass was round and full. In his mind, he suddenly wondered what it would feel like to dig his fingers into that flesh, as she rode him violently, breasts bounc-

A snap awakened him from his daydream. He looked up and saw her looking at him smugly. Satellite cursed at himself. He was playing right into her hands. She giggled, and spun around. Despite himself, Satellite stole another glance at her breasts. With their size, it would be difficult not to look, but he couldn't even give that excuse. For a brief moment, his eyes devoured her tits. He flicked his eyes back up to hers, and he knew that she knew.

"It's alright to look, you know. I don't mind. You seem to enjoy it." She nodded at his nether regions, and he realized his cock was pulsing with desire. He could feel precum dribbling down it and onto his stomach. He groaned, and shifted.

"You think you've got me right where you want me." Satellite said, feigning confidence. "But you're not the first. Solarus will come here, and we'll put an end to- why are you laughing?"

"I suppose I should let you in on the joke." She said. "If only so it'll get you to shut up about him. It's just about time for the news, anyway." His captor raised her wrist, and Satellite noticed a remote of some kind on a wrist strap. He should've noticed it earlier. That's exactly the type of thing you're supposed to notice as a hero. He chastised himself.

She poked a couple buttons on the watch-like device, and the tiles above Satellite's head slid away, revealing a screen of some kind built into the ceiling. Another button press, and it clicked to life. A news report was already on.

'Tragedy Strikes Luminaire City, Satellite presumed KIA' was the headline. A talking head, Vincent something or other, was reporting.

"-in a devastating explosion at the Museum for Arts and Sciences. The entire Egyptian wing collapsed, and Satellite was believed to be inside. Efforts to find a body are underway, but it is believed he has not survived. Luminaire City mourns the loss of a stalwart hero, today. We go now to Tom Kirby on the scene for more info, Tom?"

"Thanks Vince, yes, people are mourning here today, as-"

Satellite began to zone out as he tried to process what was happening. The memory was back in a sudden flash, they were trying to stop Rameses from stealing the Staff of Thoth. The staff was powerless, but Rameses had always had a few screws loose and believed that everything had some kind of divine power. He'd be a harmless kook if not for his enormous psychic power. They'd been in the Egypt wing of the museum, Solarus and he had split up to find Rameses, and...that was it. That was all Satellite could remember. He'd clearly been ambushed and clubbed, but...

"I had one of my men pull you out. They were waiting there for you, so it was just a matter of patience." Satellite jerked from his thoughts at her voice. She was right next to him again, lips almost pressing to his ear. "I wanted to make sure you were all mine."

His captor climbed onto the table, and straddled Satellie. She leaned forward, and began to kiss his neck. Satellite tried to force her off of him, but he had no chance.

"Nobody knows you're alive." She kissed his neck again to punctuate her statement. "Nobody is looking for you." Another kiss. "You're all alone in the world." Kiss. "You only have me."

"Solarus isn't that stupid!" Satellite said, voice cracking. He didn't sound sure at all. In response, she began sucking his earlobe. That shot lightning bolts of pleasure through Satellite's body, and his hips unconsciously bucked upwards, right against her nethers.

"Oooh, I think I found your spot." She nipped his ear, and then resumed sucking.

"Yoo-haaah-you aren't going to get away with this!" Satellite said. "Solarus will figure it out!"

The moment he said that, the voice on the TV cut through the air and interrupted them.

"Yes, I'm getting word now that Solarus is having a press conference! We'll be able to hear from the Photon Man himself about these events. We have a live feed of that conference now."

Solarus's chiseled image appeared on the screen, but the hero looked sullen.

"Today, the sun sets on a truly great partnership." Solarus said. His voice hitched as he spoke.

"Satellite was truly an example of heroism. Though not the strongest, or the fastest, or the smartest, or the most handsome, or the-"

Solarus's eulogy continued, and Satellite was stunned. He'd been abandoned just like that? Before the rubble had even been cleared? He wouldn't even try to find him?

"I told you." His captor said, as though reading his mind. "You're alone now. It's just you and me. I'm your queen now. I'm your ruler. Your goddess. I will remake you." She leaned back and placed her weight on Satellite's groin. Her hips began to roll, humping against Satellite's sheathed and throbbing cock. Satellite didn't even realize his hips were rolling in time with hers.

"From here on, you are my slave, my knight, my pet. You will do as I command, and you will adore it."

Satellite wanted to say something witty, to rebuke the assertion, to show her he still had will left. But the growing need to orgasm was overriding whatever part of his brain was responsible for repartee, and he just groaned in response. He could feel his loins boiling, the pressure building. He was close.

"That's right, you don't need to talk. You only need to listen. For the rest of your life, you'll listen to me, and me alone. You can call me whatever you want, mistress, goddess, mommy, whatever pleases you. As long as you listen to me. If you want to call me by my name, well..."

He was so close. His hips pushed furiously against her. He pulled against his restraints tightly. If he'd had the use of his hands, they'd be firmly attached to her ass, or perhaps her breasts. He wouldn't even be trying to fight her off. So close.

"You can call me Vixen."

Upon saying that, Vixen halted the movement of her hips. Undeterred, Satellite continued to rock his hips, trying to push himself over the cusp. Vixen clucked her tongue, and rolled off of him. Satellite groaned in frustration, and his hips worked pointlessly at the air, as though miming the act would get him there.

"There's a rule here that you haven't been made aware of." Vixen said. "It's a simple rule, and won't be very hard to follow. You may not cum without my express permission. Every drop of your semen is under my direct control, and it will not be spilled unless I allow it. Is that understood?" Vixen's tone had become stern and lecturing, Somewhere in Satellite's mind, he was reminded of his high school teacher Miss Lovelace, who'd often lecture him about his duties. She'd always rap her ruler on the desk to get his attention when his mind was drifting. He found himself wondering what she looked like now.

Almost echoing the memory, Vixen's hand slapped the table Satellite was strapped to, bringing him to attention.

"I said is that understood?"

Satellite laughed wryly.

"What do you want from me, a 'Yes, absolutely ma'am, I understand ma'am.' Does it really matter if I understand or not?"

Vixen smiled.

"I suppose it doesn't." She said. "Honestly, I don't think you're capable of understanding, not yet. Oh, you might think you do, but some things have to be experienced to be understood. When your mind is overloaded with the sole desire to cum, and you know that only I can give you that, you'll know what it means to be in my power."

The urgent need to orgasm had withdrawn, and Satellite was able to think a little more clearly now. He still felt incredibly aroused, but he had his senses about him.

"You know, most villains go for the usual torture route." Satellite said. "Electricity, slow immersion in some kind of acid, that kind of thing. I mean, it's not like I'm complaining, I'll take this any day of the week over Vespidae's 'Death by a thousand stings' treatment. I just wonder if you really know what you're doing."

"Oh, no need to worry." Vixen said confidently. She leaned over Satellite and kissed him passionately. Her tongue probed Satellites mouth, and in moments he found himself kissing back, despite himself. Vixen's sucked softly on his bottom lip for a brief second, and then she broke away. "I'd consider myself an expert, even."

The broadcast had been continuing in the background, Solarus's eulogy was crossing from the territory of the long-winded into the outright gratuitous. However, he seemed to be wrapping up.

"Never again...never again will I take on another ward. I've learned a harsh lesson today. I cannot have the blood of another on my hands. Satellite, my dear friend, forgive me for this failure. I will never forget you." Solarus choked back a sob, but Satellite rolled his eyes.
"I'm still alive you fucking oaf!" Satellite shouted. He jerked angrily in his restraints, infuriated by how quickly Solarus had given up.

"Now, now, would Solarus approve of such language?" Vixen said. There was a tone of amusement in the reprimand. Satellite was angry, but he felt showing Vixen that wouldn't do any good. He composed himself, and shrugged.

"Well that doesn't matter much now. I still think he'll figure it out. Once they don't find a body, he'll realize something is wrong."

"Perhaps." Vixen said. "Well, that's a matter for the future. For now, I think you've had enough rest, don't you? Let's get you out of that suit, first."

Vixen tip-tapped away at her wrist device and the screen receded into the ceiling. With another few presses, another panel in the ceiling opened, and a large, deadly looking device descended. It looked like your standard death-ray, but Satellite had learned enough to know it would be anything but. As the emitter descended, the table he was on began to tilt, and he was soon at an almost-vertical angle. Vixen walked around behind the beam and took up some handles. She input some commands, the emitter hummed to life, and a bright lavender beam lanced out of the lens at the front.

Satellite tensed as the beam struck him, but he quickly realized he could barely feel anything. There was a faint point of warmth, but that was it. His suit, however, was obliterated anywhere the beam touched. Vixen carved his body suit up in pieces, shredding the arms, then the torso, the hands, the legs. She thankfully left his domino mask untouched, but soon all he was wearing was the mask and what someone might mistake for a ragged pair of boxer briefs.

"Now that's a hero's look! What do you think? I think it's a great look for you. Really shows off those muscles." Vixen giggled. "We ladies shouldn't be the only ones showing a little skin, don't you agree?"

"It's not like anybody's forcing you to dress like a gogo dancer. It always seemed like an impractical look to me. Especially during the winter." Satellite retorted.

"Perhaps, but when you look this good..." Vixen gave a twirl, letting Satellite take in the sight of her body once more. "Why would you hide it?"

Satellite didn't have a response to that. He had to admit, he liked her look. Still, crimefighting in underwear wasn't going to be his signature look any time soon.

"Well, no use leaving a job half finished." Vixen said, aligning the beam. Satellite wondered what kind of villainous name it might have. The Nudifier?

The lavender beam appeared again, striking Satellite's well-muscled stomach. It slowly descended, stopping just short of his remaining clothes.

"Well, let's see what's behind door number one." Vixen said hungrily.

Bit by bit, the beam sliced through Satellites shorts. His cock was still hard as steel, though the throbbing had receded. As the fabric was split, his penis pushed forward into the gap, like an actor emerging triumphantly from behind a stage curtain. It was slick with precum, making it glisten in the light. Satellite heard Vixen take a sharp breath, and feld a hint of pride despite himself.

"Now that's what I call a grand prize." Vixen said. "I knew you were big but seeing it in person is something else entirely." Vixen, growing suddenly impatient, swiped the beam in a criss-cross fashion, obliterating the remains of Satellite's clothing. Satellite was completely nude. While he had hardly been covered before, the feeling of complete nudity left him feeling exposed and insecure.

"It looks so big and mean." Vixen said. She sent the beam back into the ceiling, and stalked towards Satellite. She walked slowly, placing each foot in front of each other like a model on a runway. "You don't think it'll bite me, do you? Such an angry looking cobra...look how the head flares. Do you know why cobras flare their hoods? It's because they feel threatened. Do you feel threatened, pet?"

Satellite shifted uncomfortably in his restraints. He wanted to cover his loins, but that was out of the question. Soon, Vixen was right in front of him, and she rubbed the bottom of his cock with her palm. The sensation of her skin filled him with electric pleasure, and he twitched and flexed in the restraints. His hips pressed forwards, pushing against her hand.

"It looks big and scary, but it just wants to be touched, and loved, and massaged, doesn't it?" Vixen cooed. She lifted his heavy cock up, and then wrapped her hand around it in a tight grip. "Do you want me to rub it? Do you want me to make you shoot all over? If you beg me, I'll think about it."

His body was reacting without his instruction, but his mind was still with him. Mostly. He wasn't going to give her the pleasure of hearing him beg. He'd been through tougher things than this. He could keep his wits about him.

"You're being stubborn. I asked you a question." Vixen's hand began to pump up and down his length, spreading precum evenly. His traitorous hips rocked in time with her motion, but he still refused to answer.

"That's alright, we don't need to rush. Just enjoy it. Now's the time for it. Before the agony sets in." Her hand moved quicker, and she kissed down his neck, and along his collarbone, and then down his chest. She soon arrived at his nipple, which she nipped tenderly at. Her tongue danced around it, eliciting groans of pleasure from Satellite. All the while, her hand pumped his cock. She'd squeeze tighter at the top, putting extra pressure on his frenulum.

Her ministrations worked Satellite up quickly, Before long, that pressure appeared deep in his pelvis, that desire for release pressing on him. Vixen seemed to be able to sense it, and worked even faster. Satellite's hips began to jackhammer pathetically, and shivers run along his whole body. Vixen broke away from his nipple and returned her lips to his ear.

"Are you almost there?" Vixen whispered softly. They both knew the question was rhetorical. "Do you want to blow? I'll let you cover me with it. You can see your cream shoot all over my face, my tits, wherever you want it. Do you want to shoot it on my ass? Or in my mouth? Just say you want it, and I'll let you."

Vixen's words injected images into Satellites brain, images of her covered with his semen, eyes half lidded in bliss. It made him even harder, just the thought of it. He groaned, this time not in pleasure, but in frustration. Why was he fighting at all? All he wanted was to cum. Right now, that's all he wanted in the world. Still, some small part of his brain convinced him to hold out. Maybe it was dignity, or pride, or heroism. Whatever it was, he managed to keep his mouth shut, and not beg Vixen to completely drain him.

"Such heroic willpower." Vixen said. "I've seen some men turn into jelly by this point, begging and pleading, and you won't ask? This is going to be more fun than I thought."

Vixen's hand went into overtime, squeezing, massaging, coaxing, rubbing, and in seconds, Satellite was on the verge of exploding. And then, right before the moment of release, she stopped again. This was too much for Satellite. He began to jerk violently in his restraints, shouting and growling in pointless frustration. Vixen merely stood back and laughed at the sight.

"All that passion, and you won't even make it easy on yourself. Just remember, it's your own fault." Vixen said. She kissed his cheek softly, and smirked.

"Cooldown time. You look tense. Should I give you a rubdown?" Vixen asked. Satellite didn't respond, he just hung his head. It was taking all his mental fortitude not to plead for release. Witticisms were beyond him at the moment.

"Poor thing. I'll work that frustration out." Vixen placed her hands on Satellite's shoulders and began to dig her fingers, working at the muscles. Being in one position for so long had left Satellite feeling tense and uncomfortable, and he couldn't deny her hands felt good. He also couldn't deny all he could think about was plunging his cock into her cunt until he exploded.

"Such strong muscles...I bet if you weren't restrained, you could pick me right up and fuck me silly. Just imagine that, having me up against the wall, hammering away with those strong, sturdy hips. It gets me hot just thinking about it. I can't even imagine how you feel."

Satellite's hips twisted and pushed out towards Vixen, but she was too far to the side to reach. His cock wobbled uselessly in the air, sending droplets of precum to the ground.

"Well...I can get some idea of how you feel." She said.

From his shoulders, she worked down to his pectorals, working the muscles with surprising strength. She was in good shape from the look of her, but she wasn't musclebound by any means. But her hands held a deceptive power. Satellite assumed she had to have powers, which made his situation all the more dangerous. Not knowing what her powers were made things difficult as well. If he had any hope for escape, it'd be best if he knew what she could do. Escape, right, that was the plan. He needed to escape.

Vixen's hand's moved steadily down his torso, rubbing his stomach, down his thighs, but never going near his cock. The massage felt good, but the close contact, her smell, and the lack of release he'd experienced up to now had him still thinking about nothing but sex. He couldn't relax. While he wasn't on the verge of orgasm anymore, in some way, he felt more frustrated than ever.

After another couple minutes, Vixen took a glance at her wrist device, and then clapped excitedly.

"I think it's time we started again. You seem to have cooled off. The question is, what now?"

Vixen stood up straight, and then turned away from Satellite. His eyes instantly locked on to her ass. The way the latex-like material clutched the bubbles of her ass cheeks was mesmerizing. They were cut low enough that the slightest cleavage could be seen peeking out the top. Vixen began to roll her hips like a salsa dancer, and slowly backed into Satellite. He looked up, and realized she was watching him over her shoulder. Her eyes were predatory.

Her ass soon pressed right up against Satellites cock, and he found himself slotted right into the cleft between her cheeks. Her hips continued moving to some soundless music, and Satellite matcher her tempo. It felt good, but Satellite couldn't help lusting for the real thing. He wanted to feel her skin on his, he wanted to dig his fingers into that ass. Still, being sandwiched between her perfect, firm cheeks was a nice consolation.

Vixen suddenly halted her motions, and squeezed her ass cheeks together, gripping Satellite in place. In response, he humped his hips against her, hoping the pressure would be enough to push him over the edge. But no, he wasn't close anymore. It felt good, but he wasn't at a point where he could blow just like that.

"You know, for someone who acts like they're being held at my mercy, you sure seem to want it. Maybe I should just take the yes from your body? If your cock could speak, it'd be saying 'yes, please, mistress'. Should I do that? Should I make you cum, even if you don't ask for it?"

'Please for the love of god yes' was the thought that intruded into Satellite's brain, but he didn't say anything. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to hold onto what sanity he had. If he asked, if he submitted himself to her, he'd lose. That was exactly what she wanted. And once he came once, he'd be going down a road he somehow knew he wouldn't be able to come back from. He had to hope she'd get bored of the game and either force his hand, or leave him be and let him figure out a way to escape.

"Maybe I'll do that. Since it seems like you aren't going to break..." Vixen said sulkily. She stepped away, and then turned back with a mischievous look on her face. She pressed a few buttons on her wrist device, and a panel opened from one of the walls. A robotic arm holding a clear, slender tube with a white cap came from the wall. Vixen took the tube, and holding it between her thumb and index finger, waved it in front of Satellite.

"Do you know what this is?" Vixen asked. Satellite shrugged. He was cracking.

"It's a lubricant of my own devising. I'll spare you the technical details, but it allows me to control the sensitivity of any skin covered with it. I can make it hyper sensitive, or completely numb. You'll see."

She popped the lid on the bottle, and upended it on her breasts. The lubricant cascaded down her tits, into her cleavage, over the skimpy purple top, and down her stomach. Her tan skin glistened in the light, and Satellite found himself licking his lips.

"Now then." Vixen said. She reached to the bottom of her top and pinched it. It separated where she pinched it, leaving an inch long crack in the bottom of her top. Just enough room for something to be inserted. Satellite was mentally taxed, but he still wasn't able to deduce what she was going to do. He couldn't say he was unhappy about it, but something in him screamed that once he was between those breasts, he was done for.

Vixen stalked towards him. A few presses of the device, and a seat rose out of the floor. She gracefully lowered herself onto the seat, and was left with her breasts at the exact height of Satellite's cock.

"Are you ready?" Vixen asked. Satellite was not ready. He needed to stop this. He wouldn't be able to handle going to the edge again. He was going to crack, he just needed to tell her to wait, to stop, just say-

"Yes." Satellite croaked.

"Lovely. No need to wait, then." Her lips curled in a wicked smile, and then she raised her tits up, and then slowly eased them over Satellites cock. She went painfully slow, and he could feel the soft, pillowy skin part for his twitching cock. Despite the impressive size of Vixen's breasts, the head of his penis broke through her cleavage into the air.

"Well?" Vixen said expectantly. "You think I'm going to do all the work? Get to it."

Her tone was forceful, and almost instantly, Satellite began to saw his cock between her tits. The pressure was constant, her top holding her tits around him in a neverending embrace. Vixen crossed her arms underneath them, and pushed them together playfully with her arms.

Satellite had been teased so much, he was already almost to the point of orgasm. At this point, the slightest touches were making him shiver and twitch. Being sandwiched between Vixen's perfect breasts was far beyond that, and he knew he'd be ready to blow any second.

"Don't they feel marvelous?" Vixen asked. Satellite grunted in response.

"Tell me you love them." Vixen said. Satellite ignored her. He furiously pounded his hips with all the strength he could muster. Every impact caused her breasts to jiggle and wobble. He was trying to work himself to completion as quickly as he could.

"I said..." Vixen began, her voice becoming annoyed. She turned a dial on her wrist device. "Tell me you love them."

Suddenly, all sensation was gone from his penis. He couldn't feel the friction or the pressure anymore. He pressed harder, worked faster, but wasn't getting any relief. What didn't go away, though, was the pulsing well of semen deep within him, longing to explode.

"You'll tire yourself out before you get there, trust me."

Satellite whimpered, and stopped moving. He just wanted to cum. That's all he wanted. He didn't care about anything anymore.

"Tell me you love them."

"I love them." Satellite whispered.

"Louder."

"I love them!" Satellite said.

"What do you love?"

"I love your tits!"

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes!"

"Say please."

"Please! Please, let me cum!"

"Say, 'Please Vixen, make me cum.' "

Satellite shook his body in anger. He wanted these games to end. He was ready to say anything.

"Please Vixen, please, make me cum, I'm begging you, I'll do anything."

Vixen tittered softly.

"Anything? Well, tell me your secret identity."

Something woke up in Satellite's head with that. That was too far. He couldn't do that. He wouldn't do that. Some lines couldn't be crossed.

"Jimmy West." He spoke without meaning to. "My name is Jimmy West. I'm a mechanic. Satellite is my hero name. I'm 26. I live Downtown. Please, let me cum."

"What a good boy. You're starting to spill without me asking. One more time. Ask me to make you cum."

"Please! Make me cum."

"Fine. I'll allow it."

She turned the dial on her wrist device the other way, and suddenly Satellite could feel his cock. He couldn't just feel it, it felt like it was almost on fire. It was hypersensitive, angry, and ready to unload.

"Finish it, my pet. Spill your seed all over me, my little moon. And remember, I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Satellite bucked his hips, and moaned with every movement. He was acutely aware of the feeling of her skin on his, he could see in his mind's eye her breasts separating as he push, and re-enveloping him as he pulled. Before long, he realized Vixen was moaning too. He looked down, and saw her eyes were closed in ecstasy, puffy lips slightly parted, and soft moans of pleasure were coming from her. It seemed she received the sensitivity boost too.

The sounds of her moans ignited something in Satellite, and his biological instincts completely took over. His hips shook like they were possessed, and he neared the point of release.

"Ohhhhh my goooooooood" Vixen moaned. Her voice shook with pleasure. One hand went to her head, and she tugged and gripped her hair, trying to keep composure. "Do it, give it to me. Go faster."

Satellite obeyed, and rocked his hips even faster. The squishing sounds of the lubricant mixed with the impacts of his hips, adding to her musical moaning, and before long he couldn't take it anymore.

"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUC KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Satellite roared, and the orgasm exploded out of him. His vision went completely white, and his body convulsed with every wave of pleasure. Ropes of white semen exploded from his cock, slamming into Vixen's chin and raining down on her tits and top. Wave after wave, shot after shot, the orgasm seemed like it would never end. Vixen laughed and rejoiced under the salvo. She stuck her tongue out and shouted encouragement with each shot.

Eventually, and unfortunately, the orgasm came to an end, and Jimmy was left a shaking, gibbering mess. He whimpered and moaned, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he'd just experience. His brain almost completely shut down.

"Well." Vixen said, "That's quite a mess you've left me in." Jimmy responded with only a shivering groan. He was completely slack in his restraints, held up only by the shackles around his body. "I need to clean up, and I think you need to recuperate." She straightened up and extracted his deflating cock from her cleavage. She gave one last shiver of pleasure at that, and then returned the table to its original horizontal position.

"Rest well, because we've only gotten started, little moon. In the meantime, think of me. Remember what I gave you. And remember this...what you just experienced is only a fraction of what you will. I will turn you to clay, and reform you. Do you want that? Do you want me to break you down and remake you?"

Jimmy groaned in response. Vixen smiled, and went to leave the room.

"Think of me, sweetie. Think always of me, and only of me."

Vixen opened the door, clicked the light off, and exited the room. As she left, Jimmy was left with only a single, consuming thought.

'I think I'm in love with her.'