Trisha Krishnan Smooth Ass Fucked

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“Reinforcing the door won’t save you, Gadget,” she yelled. “I’ll rip this
whole building down around your perverted head if I have to. But you won’t
get away from my wrath, you craven coward.”
“Yada, yada, yada,” he said, his voice echoing through the hallway. “It’s
not my capture you need to concern yourself with, Trisha –my would be pet whore, but your own
imminent capture.”
The enraged FEM Fighter started to respond, when a strange clicking sound
reached her. Glancing over her shoulder, Trisha stared incredulously.
It took a long moment to realize what it was she saw in the dim light of
that dark, dark hallway. A robot that “walked” atop its metal-like
tentacles. A sort of mutant, robotic octopus.
“Trisha, I’d like to introduce my greatest gadget, Octo-Pussy-Tamer,”
Dr. Gadget’s gleeful voice crowed. “You two have fun. Oh, and by the way,
this will all be caught on tape and broadcast over an internet porn site
later today, along with your humiliation back in the museum.”
Trisha s blood froze. Dr. Gadget had the security tapes made when she
was momentarily captured and sexually violated. How rude! That was
illegal, too.
Then the lights snapped on. The hallway was flooded with intense light,
momentarily blinding the hapless Super Heroine. The Octo-Pussy-Tamer wasn’t
affected by the sudden change in lighting.
Trisha’s eyes snapped shut. She could still see red through her closed
lids the light was so bright, and of course bright spots danced before her
“vision.” Spreading her legs apart, she threw her left hand out for balance
and the right covered her closed eyes. Almost at the same time she heard
the strange clicking shuffle of the Octo-Pussy-Tamer start her way.
The FEM Fighter tried to open her eyes, but the intense light stabbed
cruelly at them. So she staggered back a step, to buy time, now with both
hands extended before her to ward off any attack. Gadget and his men
laughed uproariously in the background, the laughter tinny through the
speakers.
“Gadget, you won’t get away from me,” she growled, then felt something that
made her heart skip a beat. A metallic tentacle wrapped around her left
wrist and pulled. “Eeeks!”
Trisha slitted her eyes open, so narrow she was gazing through her long,
thick lashes, and aimed a brutal kick at the bulbous metal body of the
Octo-Pussy-Tamer. Her stiletto heel bounced off it, leaving it unfazed.
“Let go…of…me,” she demanded, grabbing and pulling at the tentacle around
her left wrist. A second latter the metallic body of the Octo-Pussy-Tamer
was right beside her. She pushed at the main body, and then felt a tentacle
wrapping around her right ankle. “NO!”
Too late. Another tentacle encircled her left ankle and then another
wrapped around her narrow waist. Her right hand was now busy batting more
tentacles away, until it too was ensnared and a powerful steel tentacle
captured it.
The Octo-Pussy-Tamer’s “head” dropped to the floor, flipped over onto its
flat top and Trisha was lifted into the air. Once her feet left the
floor she lost what little leverage she had. Now she truly felt helpless
for the first time in her life.
Trisha struggled, using her powerful, FEM belt enhanced body to wiggle,
buck, push, pull and otherwise try to twist free. But the insidious gadget
snaked more tentacles around her. First, tentacles wrapped around her legs
at just below her hips and above her knees. In no time her legs were all
but immobilized. The hapless Super Heroine strained with all her
considerable might to keep her legs together, but the Octo-Pussy-Tamer
slowly pulled them apart and very wide. Meanwhile, she felt but barely
fought more tentacles wrapping around her upper arms, neck and trunk of her
body.
“Gadget! Release me this instant or else!”
A snicking sound caught her attention. Looking around frantically, she
finally spotted the devious device making the noise. It was one of the
tentacles, with a pair of sharp scissors for its tip. It was heading toward
her crotch. Trisha writhed and bucked with all of her strength, but the
Octo-Pussy-Tamer was too strong. She was held firm and still as the
scissors reached her crotch.
Snip!
“Oh! You sicko perv!” she cried.
One cut, and her nether closure was cut open right above her pubic patch.
Trisha felt the shiny latex fall away, leaving her pubic mound covered
only by blackpantyhose. Glancing down, she saw her black pussy patch
through the much thinner black nylon. The tight latex of her costume pulled
up past the FEM Belt, leaving the waist band of the pantyhose exposed. And
worse, her slit was completely exposed because of those nasty men ripping it
open there earlier in the evening.
“I see Paris, I see France, I see Trisha krishnan’s hot pussy through a rend in
her pants,” Dr. Gadget sang. His men’s hooting and laughter echoed behind
him through the speakers. “Uh-huh! Here it comes again!”
“What?” she said, and then spotted the scissors returning. They went
straight to the hole in her pantyhose, then started cutting again, this time
straight up her body and quickly left her pantyhose completely cut open and
hanging off her tight rump. Then the scissors rose up over the FEM Belt
and started cutting the latex costume, heading toward that spot between her
small breasts. “Oh, no! Not that!”
Her protests were ignored. Within seconds her black latex costume was laid
open and hung from her nearly naked body like a travesty of a cape. Only
her arms and hands were sheathed in latex now. She felt the cool air
conditioned air wash over the newly exposed golden brown flesh. Her
tits tightened from the cold air, and she felt her dark nipples
harden as well.
“Uuuggghhhhhhhhh,” she cried, straining with renewed vigor to escape.
Try as she might, Trisha was not strong enough to break free.
“Shall we find out how my insidious little gadget got its name?” Dr. Gadget
asked. “Octo-PUSSY-TAMER.”
“No,” she said, eyes wide now.
Looking down the length of her sexy body, Trisha saw another
specialized tentacle. This one possessed a wet looking dildo. It was ten
inches long and bright red. Then it “snicked” and began vibrating loudly.
She shook her head in denial, her blood running cold at the sight.
<How did he know?> she asked silently. <How did he find out my greatest
weakness is vibrators!>
Trisha , vibrated herself into la-la land every morning, noon and night. It was the last thing she did before going to sleep, the first when she woke the next morning, and she always “rewarded” herself a brisk session at lunch break. She couldn’t get
enough. Now she feared she’d get too much.
The dildo was thicker than her own.
“I’ll go away and leave you alone!” she offered. “Just let me go. I
promise!”
“I don’t think so, super slut,” he said. “I was wondering if Trisha’s
pussy had nine lives as well.” He laughed. “Or at least nine climaxes!”
“No!” She cried as the vibrating dildo reached her moist snatch. It
unerringly went straight to her clitoris. Trisha’s body instantly went
rigid. Her eyes went wide and she cried out. “Aaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”
Erotic heat washed over her. She gasped and panted, shook her head in
denial and strained to break her bonds, but all to no avail. Trisha
wasn’t going anywhere until Dr. Gadget was finished with her.
“Oh, pleassseeeee,” she begged as the heat turned to something more. She
was too roused up. Too excited. Too surprised. The climax came too
suddenly, and she was overwhelmed.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
The vibrating dildo stayed on her clit until three soul searing orgasms
were ripped from her sweaty, convulsing body. Then Dr. Gadget had it slid
down to the bottom of her slit, and slipped into the Super Heroine’s tight
vagina. Her whole body jerked and jerked again.
“Too much!” she cried. “Oooooo, what are you doing to me? Why, oh God,
why!”
“Because, it’s fun,” Dr. Gadget laughed.
Trisha grit her teeth and let out a long, low groan as the vibrating
dildo pushed in deeper and deeper with a firm, steady pumping motion. It
was maddening. She wondered if Gadget could read her mind, setting the
pumping speed at just the right pace to break her. It was the very same
pace she pleasured herself with three times a day.
“Stop! I surrender!”
“Too late,” he said. “Here comes another one.”
“Huh?”
Trisha heard another vibrating dildo click on. She looked around, but
the tentacle around her slender neck restricted her movements. But she
didn’t need to see it to know where it was located, or that it was heading
straight for her asshole.
But before the second dildo reached her, Trisha felt the erotic heat
infusing her gorgeous body suddenly change again. That rush to climax
consumed her thoughts as she felt her whole world flip and spin, as waves of
intense pleasure ravaged her mind, soul and will power.
<Can’t….take….much…..more,> she thought as the climax reverberated through
her body. Aloud, she just groaned, “Uuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh, Santa
Maria, Mother of God, sooooo goooood. So terribly good, how am I too fight
it?”