Dirty Pool

 


USAngel uses her staff to pole vault into the air... spreading her winged arms... to land atop the box truck as it roars away... throwing gravel... the attempt to abduct the members of Delta Pi thwarted by a stout blond in white... four men left down on the lawn for the police... as the other two slavers make their getaway... unaware of the television heroine crouched atop the truck... “I'll ride back to their hideout and put these guys out of business for good!”

The truck heading back to the hideout... swerving to and fro... taking the backstreets... finally parking at the back of a dingy bar out in the middle of nowhere... nobody around for miles... apart from a pair of eyes that have followed you from the crime scene...

USAngel flattens out atop the back of the truck... grinning as the unsuspecting slavers explain what has happened to several more men... "Sorry, Hawk... she was tuff..." "Inside Hopper... we'll have to fix that little bitch..." they enter the back of the bar... and she flips to the pavement to follow... staff in hand...

The inside of the bar filled with men... five or six at least... led by this Hawk person... definitely a slaving group... your attention focused on them... until you hear a cough behind you... someone announcing their presence... before attacking... foot first... in a roundhouse kick...

USAngel barely has time to shift her staff in the way of the kick... blocking it... even as she stumbles back across the alley... blinking... her jaw dropping... whispering... "Possum... what are you doing here? Surely you're not working with this scum..." pointing her staff at him... "On the other hand I don't know why I'm surprised..."

Possum grinning... "I figure why turn down a payday..." Moving into the attack... aiming to grab your staff and pull it towards him... pulling you into a brutal kick...

USAngel predictably thrusts her staff forward... activating the taser function... but to no avail as the flexible Possum contorts his midsection aside... clutching the staff and yanking her forward... refusing to let go of her weapon... until the kick rocks her head back and separates her from it... her body spinning in the air... rolling as it hits the pavement...

Possum spinning the staff in his hand... jabbing it at you... aiming the taser function squarely between your thighs... grinning as he attempts to shock you with your own weapon...

USAngel rolls one way and then the other... desperately trying to avoid the vicious thrusts... sparks flying each time the staff strikes the pavement... finally rolling to hands and knees... only to catch a kick in the breadbasket... doing two full revolutions in the air before hitting a brick wall... only to be pinned there by a thrust of her own staff... convulsing as the current courses through her...

Possum keeping the current flowing for a while... finally shutting it off... reaching down to grab hold of your costume and tear it open... your breasts bouncing free as Possum tears it into strips to bind and gag you...

USAngel crumples to the pavement when the current ceases... paralyzed by pain but awake as her leotard is shredded... gloved hands bound behind... then ankles and knees as well... the strips of white biting into the shimmering nylon as they are pulled tight... the would-be heroine helpless by the time she can move at all... "You... you... basturd!"

Possum grins... "Careful... or I might have to gag you... and the only thing at hand is my dick..." Grinning and reaching for his zipper... knowing you're aware he'll carry out his threat... grabbing hold of you and carrying you into the bar like a piece of luggage... "Who wants to give me ten grand for this..."

USAngel blinks and gulping down any further epithets... her back bending as her wrists are bound to her ankles... and she is picked up by this handle... her ample boobs with their pointy nipples dangling like plumb bobs... sensitive buds tightening each time they rub the ground... something akin to pain rippling through her flesh...

The boys in the bar staring... eyes nearly popping out of their heads... "I don't believe it... that's the bitch from tonight..." Hands reaching out... only for Possum to jerk you out of reach... "One hundred... or you can just keep her for yourself..." offers Hawk... Possum staring down the slaving gang... who exchange glances... weighing up the offer...

USAngel swings like a pendulum from Possum's big hand... her boobs oscillating in regular circles... Possum looking down at Angel and shrugging... "Okay... six thousand dollars... I mean she may be a little short and squat... but those are nice tits..." grinning... "And best of all I've solved your vigilante problem..."

Hawk scowling... and nodding... "Fine... five grand... take it or leave it..." turning around to a picture hanging behind the bar as Possum nods... taking it down from the wall... a safe revealed... Hawk manipulating the combination lock until it opens... easily ten million there... the profits from recent sales of young women... Possum producing a flickknife in response...

USAngel blushes at Possum's comments... feeling very small and insignificant... her sense of worth not buoyed a bit by the haggling... until it dawns on her that the slavers can't resell her for that much... Hawk tossing Possum stacks of twenties... "Leave her bound... Hopper... hang her up by the hair... you need to work on your punches and kicks..."

Possum grinning... "Mind if I stick around and watch this?" The men grunting... Hopper lifting you up by the hair... dangling you from a pipe running across the roof... like a punching bag in a gym... the gang surrounding you...

USAngel writhes in the hands that grip her tits and ass... lifting her up... her ponytail wrapped around an S hook... twisting and turning as she dangles there... inadvertently waving her bare boobs at the leering men as she struggles... yelping as Hopper clenches his fists and goes to work on them like speed bags...

The slaver pounding at your breasts... aiming the occasional shot at belly and ribs... the others stepping up for a hit as well... Hawk chuckling... "Start slow, boys... we want to make this last..." Possum stepping into the circle... knife glittering in his hand... "Let me have a go... come on, guys... I'll pay you the five grand back..."

USAngel lurching about as the blows keep coming... a vicious knee hitting her tight nylon-clad pout with a wet smack... grunting at about the same time she realizes Possum has asked for a piece... sputtering for air as Hawk accepts... "Sure, but leave some for us... eventually we'll break every bone in her body..."

Possum grins... holding the knife before your eyes... pressing the edge against one nipple... savoring the fear... as the rest of the gang do... moving around behind you... then striking with a blur of quick cuts... severing your bonds at wrists... ankles... and finally chopping your ponytail down and sending you crashing to the ground... before hurling the knife at one of the thugs...

USAngel gasps as she realizes she's been freed... wincing as she goes to her knees... shaking off what remains of the strips of her leotard that bound her... running forward and leaping into a 123 kick at Hopper... landing footies to chest chin and cheek before back flipping to her feet next to Possum... gloved fists clenched... giving the towering black man a puzzled look over her shoulder...

Possum side kicking one of the rushing gang members... before shooting you a grin back... "Keep these folks busy..." Vaulting over the bar... and reopening the safe... stealing the money inside while some of the gang try to stop him... Hawk and a pair of lieutenants rushing you...

USAngel throws a chair at Hawk... before popping into a handstand on a pool table... turning the shimmering shape of her swollen twat toward the bright light over the table as she spins and splits kicks at the other two thugs... sending them staggering back... snatching up a pool ball in each hand as she flips off the table... boobies bouncing wildly...

Possum taking care of his end as Hawk bats the chair away... the split kick taking care of the other two thugs... leaving them staggering back... out of the fight... as Hawk grabs a pool cue and aims to swing it for your midsection...

USAngel throws the pool balls at the heads of two more thugs... dropping them in their tracks... only to be doubled over by blow from the cue stick... grimacing as she staggers backwards... clutching at her ribs... straightening as she bumps into a second pool table... picking up another pool stick... spinning it to get a feel and squaring off with Hawk...

Hawk scowling... and moving in for the kill... spinning the stick like a kendo master... the cues clashing and clacking together as he attempts to get it past your defenses... and smash it around your head...

USAngel has trained extensively with her own staff and holds her own for several exchanges... vaguely aware that Possum has otherwise finished off the gang and is simply watching with a smirk... Callie smashes her cue down over her thigh... breaking it into two pieces... the way she breaks down her staff on her show... giving Hawk a quick lesson in nunchakas...

Hawk taken by surprise by the maneuver... as two ends of pool cue smash into each side of his head... eyes rolling back... as he slumps to the ground... Possum grinning... moving up to give your bottom a hard smack and squeeze... "Nice work... I knew you could do it..."

USAngel smacks the hand away with one of her sticks... and swings the other at his head as she spins around... sweat flying from the tips of her tightly jiggling tits... "You lousy scumbag... I hate you!"

Possum chuckles... blocking the stick with a forearm... the hand holding a thousand... "Too bad... I was planning on sharing some of this loot... couldn't have got it without you, after all... you want to go get some dinner? I'm buyin'..."

USAngel narrows her eyes at the bills in his hand... her jaw line twitching... "After you implied I wasn't worth $100? No way... why... I ought to..." lifting the other stick... swinging it at the smirking face... her voice quivering with rage... "I'm taking you down this time!"

Possum batting the stick away... grabbing your hair with his other hand... and pulling you close... for a rough kiss... the other hand grabbing your wrist and twisting until you drop your weapon... before giving your bottom another smack... and squeeze...

USAngel loses her grip on her weapons as the arrogant man pulls her lips and body to his... straining to pull away at first... before beginning to return the kiss haltingly... biting passionately only seconds later... rubbing her sweaty flesh against his... her swollen pout rubbing against the bulge in his trousers... her voice hoarse as she mumbles through the kisses... "You fucking virile bastard..."

Possum grinning... and slamming you down onto the pool table... holding you by the hair... as he unzips... the massive pierced cock slapping against your belly for a moment before he drives it home... pounding deep into you...

USAngel wraps her hands around his neck... and her stout legs around his loins... taking his long hard shaft deep inside... its piercings only increasing the tingling sensation that ripples through her body... back arching as she begins to hump him... the little television heroine showing her wild side... giving herself over to animal passion...

Possum grinning... one hand around your throat... the other in your hair... half-choking you as he pounds into you... taking you hard and long... security cameras recording everything as he has his way with you... surrounded by unconscious thugs...

USAngel comes repeatedly as she and Possum do the deed under the bright light... grunting and biting... clenching and writhing... spending themselves in their passion until both are left gasping for air and staring at each other... Angel grinning... "So where did you have in mind for dinner?"

(Sept 2009)