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OnyxDelphi -> The Adventures and Tales of Sunny Death (12/7/2007 2:48:32 AM)
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The Adventures and Tales of
Sunny Death
Sunny Death was an average Los Angeles teenager,
until one day when she returned home to Korea…she discovered a powerful secret!
At the age of eighteen, every ten generations, the first born daughter in her family inherits ancient powers.
Now wielding the powers of flight and fire, Sun Hee Han now dubbed Sunny Death,
has decided to take justice into her own hands!
Well, at least until she was recently captured by the evil Anti-Master…
Shit! Shit! Shit! She screamed in her brain as she struggled against the chains that held her bound and captive. How the hell did she end up here? It was pure and simple, she underestimated her enemy. Beep, beep, beep, eyes widening her body went tranquil as she looked down past her chin at the collar around her neck. It was thick titanium, with glowing lights encircling its surface. When the beeping stopped, she relaxed and slumped in the position where she stood. Abruptly a noise would emerge from the collar, and then the turning of gears would be heard when swiftly, needles would thrust into her neck injecting a freezing liquid into her bloodstream. Screaming in agony, the beautiful Sun Han felt the freezing ooze course throughout her body. Seething from the torture she summoned all of her energy to conjure up her power over fire and release it through her hands in an attempt to free herself. Yet try as she might, her efforts were futile. Whatever was being systematically pumped into her was suppressing her powers.
Looking around her prison, she realized that she was in an abandoned factory. Unable to make out what exactly had once been produced here, she surmised her predicament. She was chained by her hands above her head to exposed pipes, which in turn held her dangling by her tip toes. The chains appeared to be titanium as well and it was moments like these, as rare as they were, that made her wish she had super strength instead of flight. Closing her eyes and concentrating on peaceful thoughts she would replay in her mind the battle that led to her state of bondage.
She was patrolling the City of Angels, in search of a villain that was abducting teenage girls. The confusing thing about it however, was that there was never any sign of struggle. The girls were usually seen walking out of class and into the parking lot of their school. Witnesses claimed that a Rolls Royce would be out in front of the school, and would be the vehicle that the girls would compliantly enter. Furthermore, according to the missing girls parent’s…none of them had come home. It had been three months and now five girls were missing and no such vehicle had been spotted. The local police had no leads to go on, and everything seemed to be at a standstill.
It was here where our fearless warrior woman arrived on the scene when the chief of police requested her aid. Sunny Death, clad in her red and black leather jumpsuit, promised the chief that she’d do all that she could in the matter. Five days later after staking out a local high school she would spot the fancy and out of place car. Intervening immediately, she stood in front of the car demanding the shadowy figure in the backseat to step out and confront her. What happened next was more than she was prepared for. Her body was hurled backwards and she, not so gracefully, landed face first in the pavement. Lifting herself into the air, she would emit a scorching blast of fire from her hands at the car with complete intent of killing first and questioning burnt bones last. Instead her fire would bend and return in full force back to her form, knocking her out of the sky. The taste of iron lingered as blood trickled down the side of her mouth, and as she lifted her hurt body to all fours, a man in a leather tuxedo stood in front of her. Extending his hand outward, he would command her to stand up. Perplexed and pissed, Sunny Death found her body betraying her as it obeyed his command. The next thing she knew, he walked around behind her and knocked her unconscious.
Beep, beep, beep. Shaking violently from her peaceful daydream, Sun Hee Han would falter on her stalwart stance as she shook back in forth in fear. Her eyes widened to a sickening circumference as the turning of gears was once again heard. And yet again another painful scream would be heard as the needles stabbed her neck. She slumped in her chains as tears began to emerge.
“Ah, now, now girlie. Don’tcha cry none. Well, at least not yet.” Chuckled a familiar voice behind her.
Twisting and turning, Sunny would catch a glimpse of the same leathery tuxedo. Gliding up to her, the gentleman caller would wrap his arms around her body and squeeze tightly on her firm yet supple breasts.
“Mmm, I must say, I must say indeed. This might be the most finest catch I ever did snag thus far.”
Moving in front of her, Sun would look upon the face of her captor. Surprisingly however, he was rather handsome. He appeared to be about her age and his face was heavily defined in the structure of his jaw line. His eyes were ice blue, and his hair was jet black. When he smiled at her, he flashed a well practiced grin that almost forced her to smile back. Extending a hand to shake hers, he would quickly draw it back and laugh.
“Ah Jaysus! That’s right. You can’t exactly shake hands like a good girlie when ya’all tied up now can’tcha? Would you like for me tah free ya…Miss Death?”
So he knew who she was, well…if it meant getting her hands around his neck, then she’d play along. Pretending to frown and appear helpless she would nod her head. Seeming to take delight in her submission, the man would wave his hand effortlessly and the chains would unravel and fall to the ground. And without hesitation Sunny lunged to wring the neck of the overly self-assured bastard. Laughing almost mechanically, he would quickly whisper, “Freeze!” For the second time now, Sunny’s body would betray her as she found herself frozen in place.
“You must forgive me girlie. I get so caught up in my games that I tend tah forget tah introduce myself. You can call me The Anti-Master, or well…I guess you can call me Am for short. And if you haven’t figured it out yet ya uppity bitch,” he grinned, “I have the power to make you do whatever I say at the simple utterance of my voice. Well…that and I have telekinetic powers.” He finished dismissively.
“What’re you going to do to me?” Growled Sunny from her statuesque stance.
“Ah, no, no, no girlie. It’s more like what’cha gonna tah do tah yourself?”
Looking at the man in confusion, she wondered what he meant by that daft comment. Moving closer to her body, Am would bite his bottom lip as dirty thoughts flashed across his face.
“Touch yourself.”
If Sun Hee Han could squeak, she would have. But instead she blushed profusely as her hands began to snake in between her thighs. Biting her lip she was riddled with contempt for the man as a growing lust soon began to overshadow her fear of capture.
“Faster girlie, faster!”
“Yes Master!”
Eyes widened, and teeth clenched down upon disloyal lips. Not only was she unable to gain control over her actions, but she was feeling herself drown in the furious wash of pleasure. Her hips swiveled back and forth with the movements of her fingers and she soon felt the heat the emanated proudly from her divine altar.
“No, no, no…this won’t do at all.” Jutting a firm and well practiced hand forward, Am would begin to undo and take off the leather clothing that was keeping Sunny Death sane.
“Thank you Master!” She screamed uncontrollably. Fuck, dammit! Stop it! Shut the fuck up and think! Think about…about…about his firm erect cock being shoved up my pussy. Think about…about…freedom…about…oh God someone help me…about…about his hot tongue biting and licking across my hard nipples.
“Get on ya hands and knees ya little fucking slut.”
“Yes, Daddy…Master…” Bastard!
Now that she was naked, whatever power he had over her seemed only to intensify. Not only was her body his, but soon so were her thoughts as well. Traces of her seemed to be just strong enough to fight it, but what good were powerless thoughts anyway? Standing in front of her, he would begin to disrobe. Defying her better judgment, she would steal a glance at his body and would instantly feel her knees buckle. The man was gorgeous, and his abs rippled underneath the intense sexual energy that radiated from him. Hastily she bit her lip hard to the point of drawing blood, and turned away before she drank in anymore of his body.
He moved behind her and fell slowly to his knees, moving his hands over every inch of her body; she could tell that this would be as agonizing as it would be incredible. As she waited for him to fuck her and be done with it, she’d hear the familiar sound of an old friend. Beep, beep, beep...squeezing her muscles tightly she began to cry. However this time, no gears turned, and no needles shot forward. His toy had broke, and he was too far gone to be paying attention. Quickly catching hopping on the uptake, she would scream a little too well in an attempt to reenact the pain from earlier.
In reply, he merely dragged his nails down her back and ass. He had fallen for it. Maybe she had a way out after all. Then in the midst of her newfound plan, she heard him laugh as her body shivered excitedly in response. His hard member was making circles around the entrance to her exit. And as if on cue, she felt the rise of an orgasm approaching from her unfailing hand that hadn’t withdrawn from its course in rubbing 101.
“Stop.”
Her hand obeyed and her body cried. Shakes and shivers crept over her form as the pleasure of release was denied. This was more torture than she could bear. Or at least it was until he began to slowly penetrate her accepting backdoor. “Ugnnhh! Oh God!” She moaned in a guttural and animalistic fashion. It felt so good the way his hips gyrated back and forth, plunging deeper and deeper inside of her. Soon she’d push her ass back to meet his hips and take him in fully, moving in step and rhythm with his speed and power. He was relentless, he offered her no mercy and she asked for none.
As he continued to buck into her harder, he felt an unusual warmth cradle his dick. It was a most pleasurable sensation and he soon felt the beginning signs of his climax, Sunny too, felt the oncoming wave build up with inside of him.
“No! Ant…erm…Master! Please, please won’t you let me suck you dry? Let me taste the sweetness of your finish!”
Smiling as he realized she was conquered due to his enthrall, he gently slid out of her and watched with amazement as she turned around and wrapped her silken lips over his member. Bobbing her head up and down, she’d squeeze with her cheeks as she pulled back, and would deep throat him as she went forward. Tilting his head back in sheer ecstasy he growled loudly from the depths of his chest as he exploded. Feeling as if the life had been drained from his body, he needed to recuperate. Yet it was then that the same familiar cradling warmth returned, except this time…in her mouth. With a confused expression he would look down at his un-consented lover only to see her staring at him with pure hate. Wrapping her hands around his hips, she’d pull him into her and deeper into her mouth as she suddenly had her own explosion.
Sitting upright she’d wrap her arms around her breasts as she looked around the room. Smiling faintly she’d see a door that seemed to lead to a room with gadgets and a computer console, more than likely she’d find the mechanism to unlock the collar from around her neck. Shivering from the cold due to her exposed skin, she stood up and collected her clothes. Holding the pile of red and black leather in her arms she’d spit on the pile of ashes beside her feet.
“Hope you enjoyed your Sunny Death, mother fucker.”
Copyright © 2007 Master Fiik
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