Trisha Krishnan Smooth Ass Fucked

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not have the satisfaction.
Suddenly, two more guards came running back to help.
“Shit,” she snarled. “Let go!”
“Make me.”
Too late. The first guard tackled her. Her tough, latex costume was
pulled down to her waist before the guard lost his hold. She felt her 34b’S
spring loose and bounce about as she tumbled with her tackler.
Unexpectedly, she found her arms effectively bound to her sides by her own
costume.
“Get off me,” she demanded when the guard rolled atop her, straddling her
waist. She kicked and writhed, her heels clacking loudly on the cold tiles.
His dark eyes immediately dropped to her naked, jostling brown tits, and
he grabbed them. “Oh! You bastard! You are SO going to pay for that!”
The other guard following him arrived, and promptly kicked her in the head.
Hard. Twice. Trisha groaned, her big brown eyes rolling up.
“Lord have mercy, these tits are SOFT, Bob,” he said. “And they are real,
too.”
“I got something real for her, too,” Bob said, grabbing his crotch. “Let’s
get her FEM belt off, Johnny. She ain’t nothing without it.”
Johnny was sitting on her waist, using his body and legs to help hold her
arms at her side. She panicked when she heard Bob. Without her belt she
would be helpless. They could do anything to her, with her. Trisha knew
it wouldn’t go well for her, not in their unmerciful hands.
Trisha planted her feet, and bucked with all her considerable strength.
She threw Johnny off, and into Bob’s legs as well. She didn’t hesitate.
Rolling away as they tumbled into a cursing heap, she quickly regained her
feet and pulled her hands out of her sleeves. That left the latex opera
gloves shoved up around her Power Braces and her BREASTS flopping in the wind,
but now her arms were free for fighting.
Bob, Johnny and the second guard at the top of the stairs immediately leapt
at her. She was really amazed they were so fast. Pressing a button on her
left brace, she activated an intense force shield. All three men hit the
barely visible force field, and were immediately stunned senseless. But
Trisha gasped as well, feeling the drain on her body from using the
powerful shield. So she deactivated it as quickly as possible.
“Whew!” she said, and took a deep, trembling breath. The shield function
sucked more energy, more quickly, than even the stunner beam. She looked at
the four unconscious men and smiled wearily. “That’s seven of Gadget’s
eight armed guards I’ve taken down so far. Only three to go, counting Dr.
Gadget.”
Despite being stripped to the waist, she was rather pleased with herself.
Standing, she started to pull the latex costume back onto her body when she
heard someone start smashing glass cases. The showroom door was only twenty
feet away, and closed. Trisha only hesitated a second, before deciding
stopping them was more important than covering her body. Beside, the sight
of her GORGEOUS body, and tits, would surely give them pause. A
hesitation she would exploit.
“Dr. Gadget!” she cried, racing toward the door. “You are going down!”
The door was locked. Snarling, she grabbed both knobs to the double doors
and jerked with all her strength. The doors held for a bare second, then
ripped open.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The bullets meant nothing to her. She had confidence in the FEM belt. It
would protect her. Unfortunately, the outside windows and one of the glass
doors shattered from the ricocheting bullets. Property damage was starting
to become bothersome, so she lifted her right arm and aimed her fist at the
security guard, then with her left hand pressed the activation button. A
fist thick beam of pure energy shot out and struck the turncoat security
guard square in the chest. He wailed pitifully and collapsed.
She scowled at him a moment. The stunner had drained her terribly, though
it was only a 2 second blast. Trisha slowly sucked in a deep lungful,
then slowly let it out as she surveyed the damage in the room. Most of the
display cases were smashed open, exposing the priceless jewelry within.
Trisha turned angry eyes upon Dr. Gadget and his last henchman, the
black clothed driver. Both men were Asians and dressed similarly in black
sport coats, turtlenecks and slacks. Dr. Gadget was just a bit taller, not
counting the bowler he wore.
“Dr. Gadget, I order you to surrender,” Trisha said as she marched
toward the last two burglars. “Give up or suffer the consequences. I’m in
no mood to play games with you anymore.”
Dr. Gadget’s handsome face lit up with a smile. He looked to be in his
late thirties to early forties.
“What a pleasure to finally meet the famous Trisha KRISHNAN,” Dr. Gadget said.
“So young, but so successful. In two years as a FEM Fighter you have made
more busts than most do in five years.”
Trisha smiled and nodded. At least he understood with whom he was
dealing. Not some gullible newcomer to crime fighting. She was quickly
becoming a living legend. Her commanders at FEM Force were quite pleased,
and she was up for a promotion, too. This bust would ensure she was
selected as Ocean City’s next Team Captain.
“I’m glad to see you are going to cooperate,” she said.
Trisha stopped three paces before the two men. Both were smiling at her
like idiots. Then the assistant bowed formally, and Dr. Gadget removed his
hat. But instead of bowing, Dr. Gadget flipped the bowler hat around until
the bottom opening faced her. Then she noticed his finger press something.
POOF!
Something dark sprang out of the hat. It spread instantly, and she was
enveloped within a strangely sticky net. The net began getting tighter and
tighter, and started to dry as well. Gadget’s assistant leapt at her,
kicking her between her tits. She hit the floor with a grunt.
“Oh! What have….you….uuugghhh!” she cried. “What is this? What have you
done?”
The more she struggled the tighter the net became. In short order her arms
were held firmly to her body, and even her long legs were held together.
Her struggles became increasingly pathetic, but she couldn’t stop herself
from trying.
“Another of my little gadgets,” he said, smirking. “Don’t bother
struggling, Trisha DARLING. Those nets were designed to hold an Alpha Meta, so
won’t have any trouble holding a mere FEM Fighter.”
“You won’t get away with this, Gadget.”
“Oh, but you are wrong, my dear Trisha,” he said. “You are the one who
isn’t going to get away. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some looting to
do.”
Dr. Gadget’s turncoat security guards began stumbling in at that point.
Bob and Johnny led the way. Trisha stopped struggling at Bob’s malicious
gaze entrapped hers. She swallowed hard and redoubled her efforts.
Dr. Gadget started emptying the contents of the display cases into cloth
sacks. The guards helped as they arrived. All but Bob and Johnny. Both of
those men had a score to settle with Trisha.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Trisha cried when Bob reached down between
her legs and started to rub her pubic mount through her latex costume. Then
Johnny reached in and grabbed both tits and began to squeeze and
caress her firm, brown globes. “Stop it! This isn’t proper. I’m not that
kind of girl, damn you.”
Johnny bent over and sucked in a swollen dark nipple. Her eyes went wide
and she gasped incredulously. She’d been groped before, even had her top
pulled down a couple of other times, but nothing like this. No one had ever
touched her exposed breasts, much less -- Heaven forbid! -- kissed or sucked
on them.
“Ooooohhhh, YOU!” she cried. “I’m going to beat you like a drum for this
outrage.” Then Bob’s fingers slipped under her latex body suit and Johnny
unzipped. “Oh! No. Can’t we be reasonable? I’m willing to talk about
this.”
Johnny reached behind her, to the small of her back. Trisha desperately
wiggled and writhed, frantic to escape what he wanted to do next. But it
was hopeless, for she was helpless. The captured FEM Fighter groaned
miserably when he unsnapped her FEM belt. She felt the super strength and
endurance bleed away in seconds.
“Enough yammering, whore,” Johnny said. “Time for action.”
Bob snorted lustily, and then hooked his thick finger into, then through
the nylon of her black pantyhose. Trisha ’s heart sank when she felt and
heard the fabric part. Then he ripped open a large slash between her long,
lovely legs.
“Mercy,” she begged. “Please.”
“Mercy? You want mercy?” Bob asked.
“Yes!” she cried, hope suddenly alive again.
“Then have mercy on us,” he said. “Put up or shut up.”
“What do you mean?”
In answer, Bob unzipped and pulled out his engorged cock. trisha’s
heart began to hammer in earnest. It suddenly got hard to breathe. This
had never happened to her. It was unimaginable. Impossible. Then Johnny’s
cock head pressed against her full red lips.
Bob’s finger caressed her now naked, shamefully exposed pussy lips. She
knew instantly she was wet. How humiliating! He massaged her pussy lips a
long moment, sending shocking waves of heat and pleasure radiating through
her shapely body, while Johnny rubbed his dick back and forth across her
lips, then all over her masked face.