Trisha Krishnan Smooth Ass Fucked

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She glanced between her spread legs. The device that rose up looked like a
roller on two columns. On that roller hung a long, leather paddle. Her big
brown eyes widened in shock. Then the roller began to turn, faster and
faster. Soon it was spinning at full speed, the black paddle getting closer
and closer to her hiney. She locked her knees straight, trying to get her
shapely hiney as far away from it as possible.
But it wasn’t enough.
CRACK!
“Ooowwwwwwww! Bastard!”
CRACK!
“Ooooowwww!” Trisha cried. It was impossible. She couldn’t be caught a
second time in the same night, by the same master criminal. It wasn’t
right. There was no justice in it. CRACK! “Ooowwww!”
Then, to add insult to injury, the tentacles changed tactics, and went
after her wrists instead. Surprised by the new tactic, and distracted by
the Robo-spanker, the tentacles seized her wrists and held fast.
CRACK!
The pain was intense. Deep, humiliating pain. It was the first time in
her twenty years she was spanked.
CRACK!
They weren’t love taps, either. She felt her eyes burning, tears
threatening.
CRACK!
“Stop it!” she wailed. “Stop it!
CRACK!
“Yeeoooowwww!” she cried, tears rolling in earnest now. “I demand you stop
this now!”
CRACK!
Trisha couldn’t take it. This was beyond anything she ever imagined
could happen to her. Dr. Gadget was surely a perverted monster.
CRACK!
The tears flooded out of her eyes. She wailed and strained at her bonds.
It had to stop.
CRACK!
Trisha snapped. She growled and strained with all of her super human
strength, now pumped up with a torrent of adrenaline. The tentacles snapped
at their base. Her right leg ripped the shackle out of the floor and then
she pulled the left out after she moved away from that wicked Robo-spanker.
Then she kicked the Robo-spanker over and over, until it was completely
smashed and smoking.
“Such violence,” Dr. Gadget said in an awed voice. “No wonder you are such
a sucker for this BDSM stuff.”
“Oooohhh, YOU!” she cried. “Gadget, you are SO done for.”
POOF!
Once again, Trisha reacted instinctively, and leapt to the side in just
the nick of time. The net sailed past her to vanishing into the dark
corridor.
Trisha rolled to her feet, squatted down, glanced up and judged the
distance, then snapped her legs straight. She vaulted up and over the
second floor railing. Instantly, she dropped low into a defensive position.
“Sticks and stones, my kitten,” Dr. Gadget’s mocking voice filled the dark
room.
Trisha ignored him. She glanced around. It took a moment, but she
found the camera. Indeed, she spied a dozen cameras just within her sight.
There wasn’t a corner or cubbyhole he couldn’t look into.
“Why don’t you make it easier on all concerned and just surrender now,”
Trisha said. “We all know that ultimately I will prevail. You’re time
is limited, Gadget.”
“We all know what?” Gadget said, laughing. “So far, it’s been YOU that’s
failed in every encounter with me and my gadgets. So why don’t YOU
surrender?”
Trisha scowled at the disembodied voice of her foe. His taunts meant
nothing. She was more concerned about where his next attack would come
from. Gadget was so hard to predict. She saw strange shaped items all over
the place. Gadgets to spring out and captured her. Some were obviously
decoys to distract her so the real threats could jump out at her from her
blind spots.
Trisha eyed the stairs up to the third floor warily. She didn’t want a
repeat of the first set of stairs fiasco. Besides, the base of those stairs
had several strange looking devices attached to the wall, ceiling and
handrail.
Instead, she moved over to the handrail and looked down at the first floor
foyer. It was still dark. No Gadget goons threatening to come up behind
her. Good. At least she had that, though it was small consolation. It
meant they were all waiting for her upstairs.
<It’ll be fun,> she thought with a wry grin.
Turning around, she looked up to the third floor landing. An easy jump for
a FEM fighter. She saw no gadgets to threaten her on the railing. Trisha
could execute a quick vault over the railing and take a defensive
stance. No goons up there. Yet. She suspected Gadget wanted to catch her
without human help. He wanted to do it with his ridiculous inventions.
Trisha squatted, and jumped. She vaulted over the third floor railing
and landed with a clatter of stilettos on tile. The sexy Super Heroine
immediately dropped into a defensive stance, low and menacing.
“Nothing,” she said, vaguely disappointed there wasn’t some kind of ambush
waiting to break through and prove her prowess. She didn’t care for Dr.
Gadget’s cavalier attitude. “I’ll change that soon enough.”
“Change what, super Pussy?” Dr. Gadget’s voice echoed through the empty, dark
halls.
She scowled. His listening devices were much too sensitive.
“Where are you cowering, Dr. Gadget?” she called. “Show yourself. Come
out and fight me like a man, you geeky pervert.”
“Once again, sticks and stones, Miss Kitty, sticks and stones,” his mocking
voice said. “By the way, LOVE the way your perky. Makes me wish to spank those too!”
“Perv,” she muttered.
The top floor was even darker than the previous two. The landing at the
top of the stairs was relatively open, with the three story high windows of
the entry atrium providing faint moonlight. But the hallways leading north
and south were pitch black. But she noticed a thin sliver of yellow light
lining the southernmost door in the south hallway.
Smiling, Trisha began a sultry strut toward that light. They were all
waiting for her behind that door. She knew it. They knew she knew it.
Things would get interesting once she passed through. But she was confident
in victory. After all, it was only ten MEN again one FEM Fighter Super
Heroine.
They were doomed.
The only sound was the tap-tapping of her heels on the polished tile. She
forced herself to walk slowly. Make them wait. Let them imagine how
ferocious her attack would be. Let them fret and worry. Let them worry
themselves into a lather. She would be calm and relaxed, like the great
predator she was. And they were nervous, nasty rats.
<No match for the likes of me,> she thought.
All of her senses were afire now. She felt the A/C drafts. She even felt
her breasts tingling, her nipples hard. Her pussy was wet and tingling too.
Butterflies in her belly. Always the same sensations where she KNEW she
was about to enter into mortal combat. Tonight, she would go down in
history as the greatest of all FEM Fighters, or she would fall and “go down”
on wicked men the rest of her life.
“No problemo,” she muttered, smiling confidently. “I never lose.”
“Correction, super Pussy,” Dr. Gadget sneered through the intercom. “I never
lose.”
Trisha walked right up to the door with the light bleeding out around
it. Completely unmolested. She was only slightly surprised. It proved to
her Dr. Gadget planned his ultimate surprise behind that door. But Trisha
had a surprise of her own.
Kicking the door in, she darted left and back into the darkness of the
hallway instead of running straight in. She knew that confused them. And
when they came charging out looking for her, one at a time, the sexy Super
Heroine would take them out one at a time. Easy. A cake walk. But then
she didn’t hear anything. Nothing. No one came charging out. No one so
much as cursed her for not playing their game.
Frowning, she crept back to the door. Peeking inside, she found the room
empty. Then Dr. Gadget’s laughter filled the air. She heard his men
laughing in the background.
“Fooled you!” he cried.
“Idiots!” she snapped, brown eyes flashing. Turning on a heel, she strode
down the hallway angrily, fists clenched and jaw set. She would teach them
a lesson or two tonight. “MEN! Always playing stupid games.”
She passed the stairs without a glance. Her gaze was fixed on the door at
the north end of the building. It was, after all, where she saw the light
come on when she first arrived. Why hadn’t she remembered that before they
made her look stupid? Well, she was determined it wouldn’t happen again.
No way.
Trisha walked straight up to that door she KNEW Dr. Gadget hid behind,
and kicked it with all her considerable FEM belt enhanced strength. And it
didn’t budge. Indeed, she staggered back two steps. That had never
happened before.