Far, far too late the exhausted heroine felt a presence right behind her, her usual circumspection replaced with naive optimism. "Cloak?", she enquired, confident her friend and protector had returned, and starting to turn.
She was answered by 2 muscular arms shooting out from behind her, deftly encasing her slender arms before clamping on to her buoyant breasts with a vise-like grip. "No", came back a guttural grunt.
Dagger gasped in shock, trying to loosen his iron grip or at least free her arms. She bucked and twisted frantically, confident that her hand-to-hand skills would soon change the situation in her favour. But she was completely overpowered, feeble arms locked uselessly to her sides, trapped in an obscene reverse bear hug and hoping desperately he was carrying a huge torch in his belt, with what seemed a huge truncheon forcing itself between her compliant butt cheeks. "Let go of me AT ONCE!", she barked.
"No", came back the equivalent grunt, his left hand releasing its anchor point to dive deep into her open body suit and toy with her unexpectedly swollen clitoris.
"Get out of there!", she wailed in shock. "How dare you! Don't you know who I am?"
"Yup", came back the guttural grunt. "Blonde slut with a boob job"
"I... am... Dagger. And they're real!", she squealed, thoroughly distracted by his ministrations. "But they're (ooh!) no concern of yours."
Her unknown assailant smiled to himself, delighted at how quickly she was succumbing to him. "Dead wrong. Prefer big titties." He paused a moment. "So, Dagger -Lap Dancer name?"
"No! (Pant) Not a... lap (aah!) dancer. Super (ooh) Superheroine!". Sweat poured freely out out of his comely captive as her exhausted efforts failed to loosen his grasp or remotely hinder him blatantly frigging her off. She had to find a way to stop him fast, or... "SQUEAL".
Her ululating wail of complete defeat echoed around the park. Her shame exacerbated her shuddering and explosive orgasm - how could she be so feeble? Shouldn't she be able to demonstrate better self-control than this? Wasn't she supposed to be a Heroine?
"Superheroine? Superslut more like!" He lifted his fingers, dripping in her shameful juices and rammed them down her throat. His self-confidence only increased as he felt her jaw muscles clench - clearly attempting to bite him, but instead doing nothing more than suck her own cream. One glance at his companion had suggested she was sufficiently off-kilter so that any resistance she may offer was insufficient, but he had never dared she would be this pathetic. "Shouldn't you be fighting me?"
"I-I. You'll (huff) see...", she gasped, her unwanted orgasm blurring her dulled wits when she needed them at her sharpest. "You will (gasp) pay for this!"
"Maybe. Doubt it." He grunted quietly as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. "Prove it"
Dagger heard the sound of his dipper and froze in fear just at a time when she needed to take affirmative action. "Don't... you... dare!", she whimpered.
"I dare." A moment later he'd easily kicked her legs apart for his ease of entry, comfortably pushing her down over a tree stump, his weight behind her, his firm hold now restored on her most convenient handholds.
Her weakened and distracted body failed to offer more than token resistance, finding herself completely helpless in her powerful grasp. Desperately she searched her tiny mind for an empty threat that may just alter the inevitability of events. "I-I'm a ballerina!".
Her mouth gaped open in shock - THAT was all she come come up with!
"Ballerina eh?", he chuckled throatily; "Love to see you try to pull off a pirouette with these titties".
"No, I mean I'm agile and... AIEEEEE". Her scream hit top C as he impaled her to what felt the depth of her windpipe, and made further conversation moot. And he proceeded to brutally anally rape her, merely chuckling at her increasingly desperate pleas for mercy, which he completely ignored.
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