Ms. Dynamica in Trouble

"The true heroine finds victory in the ashes defeat"

by Animus

Part Two

But was she? Don't you think this beast had it a little too easy?  Do you truly believe that Ms. Dynamica was such easy prey for a mere Class B animoid demon? True, she had been completely dominated by its superior physical force.  True, the pre-orgasmic yelps and whimpers now echoing through the chamber were authentic.  No, she wasn't faking it.  But in fact, the proud super heroine, although down to her last ace in the hole (as it were), still had a fighting chance.  That chance came from self knowledge, and a knowledge of demon biology based on more experience than any one teen super heroine ever should have.  She had met rapacious demons before in her brief career.  She had learned a useful little secret.

If only…."UNGGGHH!"

The repulsive sexual  pleasure, previously limited to her pussy, was spreading ominously.  She needed to keep it under control.  This was an uncommonly skilful demon.  It seemed to derive exceptional pleasure out of making Ms. Dynamica beg for it.  It clearly intended to force her to orgasm.  This, she must not allow, not if she could possibly help it.  If she were to cum, her chances of survival would shrink fast.  But if she could only…

The beast seized her left tit and squeezed painfully.  She threw back her head and moaned.  Her cunt contracted, and spurted. This was not good.  The truth was something she still refused to admit, even to herself. Ms. Dynamica's darkest secret. The truth was that even though no decent man could ever satisfy Ms. Dynamica, she was perversely vulnerable to indecent treatment. What I'm telling you is, the rougher the sex, the more turned on she got.  Pain hurt, but it also made her cream.  The more a sadistic villain beat her, the more it owned her. This particular creature was no intellectual giant. But it had its instincts. It knew. Now the vicious thing lowered its mouth to her quaking breast, while down below its prick-tip wallowed teasingly in her  labia, working her mercilessly.

"Pleaassse…" she moaned.  "I NEED IT….N…NOW…!"

Simultaneously, the demon plunged into her cunt and bit down on her nipple.  The pain was exquisite, horrific, total.  Her shrill scream split the air as her legs clutched violently and a nuclear orgasm ripped her.  The beast ground furiously inside her cunt, fucking her hard. Now that it had pushed her over the edge, it wanted to throw her so far into the abyss that she would be splattered to nothingness in its depths.  The attack almost succeeded.  But somehow, like a plane crash survivor clinging to wreckage, she managed to hang on.

That was bad.  Very bad indeed.  But not the end.  There was still hope. She could feel the invader throbbing inside her, the monster's hot thick  cock twitching in the tight grip of her cunt sleeve, a- quiver with pre-orgasmic tremors. If only she could….

"Stinking whore,"  the goat creature hissed in her ear.  "You think you can defeat me?  You are mine.  You are dead meat. Fucking harlot, I shall make you cum until there is nothing left but fucked out flesh. You will bear my seed.  I will rip your soul from your body and cast it into Hell, where it will be my Master's plaything."

Diana's heart sank.  This beast was awesome. She had misjudged, and the blunder was costing her.  Mentally, she upgraded it from a Class B to an A demon. No second level demon could have handled her like this. It was almost as if this creature knew of her secret power, knew of it and held it in contempt. As if it knew itself to be invulnerable to her.  Could that be true? 

"Here,"   it chuckled, reaching up casually and releasing her wrists, then down to free her ankles.  "These are no longer necessary."

Free! She was free!  She could escape, recover her strength, come back to kill the goat- beast another day….

Dynamica's shoulders rocked as she wept in despair. This was the most devastating thing the beast could have done, almost worse than the bondage rape.  By unbinding her it showed that it had no fear of her at all.  Zero respect. It sensed she was so hopelessly trapped in its sexual grip that she would not even try to escape. She was owned.  She would go nowhere. The orgasm had weakened her too much. And even if she could flee.…

The beast flipped her onto her belly and admired the creamy orbs of her naked bottom.  It spread her ass cheeks with dagger-fingers, drawing blood from the tender flesh and a dry sob from her throat.  It licked her there, rimmed her anus greedily, until unbidden she gathered her knees and thrust her comely rump up into its snout.  The creature took her that way, plowing her cunt from behind and slapping its belly hard into her ass flesh.  She raised herself to her elbows and pushed back.  With one hand, it grabbed her by a hank of hair and wrenched her head back at an impossible angle, occasionally dipping its head to run the vile tongue the length of her exposed throat.  Her breasts swung heavily in wide pendulum arcs as the mated warriors rocked. Her tiara, stained with blood and sweat, had got twisted half way around so that its double D was centered over her ear. But it didn't fall off.  The demon liked that.  

With its free hand, it slapped her ass, open palmed.  Lightly at first, then more severely, as the their fucking grew urgent.  Soon her ass burned a fiery red and Ms. Dynamica was deeper than ever in trouble. She tried to think of the most ordinary, nice things possible.  Flowers in a meadow. Little children on the playground.  Puppies and kittens.  Macdonald's french fries.  It was no use.  The ugliness of the rape was inside her, all around her, rotting her spirit.  A deadly orgasm was building as, this time, without the least effort at "playing" her, the creature fucked her like a bitch in heat.  It pistoned into her like a machine.  The effect was terrifying, like an unstoppable force of nature.  As it sensed her weakness, it quickened the pace, gradually.  Inexorably.  

"P…PLEASE….ST…STOP..PPP.. .C…CAN'T TAKE…ANY…MORE!" she moaned, her face crammed into the rotten stinking mattress.  Hating herself for begging.  Knowing that it was exactly the song the demon beast wanted to hear. 

She came. Again.  This time it was less like an explosion, and more like bleeding from every pore of her body.  The pain was enormous, but the pleasure was even more so.  For quite a while, she forgot who, or where she was. Her pussy spurted, again and again and again.  She floated in a cloud of thick white juices.  Had to fight just to stay conscious, so she wouldn't drown in pleasure.  

The beast flipped her like a rag doll. There wasn't much left of Ms. Dynamica. Only a very thoroughly fucked body that looked like Ms. Dynamica, wearing the super heroine's tiara, boots, and the frayed rag of her blue and white starred panties. The goat demon  closed its fingers about her windpipe. It entered her again.  This time going for the coup de grace.  Instinctively, it suspected that if Ms. Dynamica came once more, she would be destroyed as a super heroine.  Her Amazon powers and pride would be depleted beyond recovery. And perhaps more importantly, her humiliation would be so complete that she would no longer resist the Master, but would crawl slavishly at His horned feet and beg for Him to take her into His fold. The Goat creature would be royally rewarded!

Gently at first, it choked her as it began to thrust inside her.  Then it increased the pressure.  Diana's consciousness rose from its fetid, post orgasmic sewer. The horror of what was about to happen possessed her.  And then, a cowardly resignation.  "What's the use…" whined the sniveling slut inside her.  "Can't win…. Might as well give in and… enjoy it…."

She began to gag as the beast strangled her.  Her eyes bulged. Her tongue protruded. Her face began to turn pink, then red, then purple.  Her chest bucked and heaved as she struggled for air. The evil pleasure in her belly waxed relentlessly, once again.  But suddenly….

"NO!" she cursed silently.  "BY HERA, THIS WILL NOT BE!  I AM MS. DYNAMICA!  I AM NO MAN'S VICTIM!"

The brave desperate vow pulsed through her brain like a shot of adrenaline. Harpies of defeat shrieked inside her brain to drown the courageous words, but Ms. Dynamica seized their power.   As the goat beast began its final assault, the heroine hoarded their energy for her final stand.  There was nothing she could do to stop the relentless fucking, of course. And it was pointless to even try to stop the hormonal lust that the beast was able to unleash in her at will. But there was still one hope, which, though dangerous in her weakened state, was the best shot she had.  

The only shot. She must make the rutting monster cum. Cum inside her. Unleashing the mysterious magik of her supernatural womb. That was a force not even a Class A demon could survive. The down side of this desperate tactic was unthinkable, of course. It was one thing to accept monster jism if she was at full strength, when she was in control. Amazon power was the perfect prophylactic. But not now, when  she was gravely weakened. Wide open  and totally vulnerable. 

But the instinct to survive was stronger than her disgust. 

In its arrogance, the animoid had released Ms. Dynamica from physical bondage, certain that she was mentally defeated as well.  Error. True, she was no longer able to fight.  But there were other means. Woman's means. Whore's tricks. 

 As the beast began to fuck her again in earnest, Ms. Dynamica raised her hands delicately against its muscular flesh, stroking the soft gray fur  erotically.  It appeared that she was encouraging it.  The beast looked down in surprise, then sneered.  

"Haw haw haw," it chortled.  "Now ain't this a revoltin' development?  Dyna Slut getting IN to it.  Sure, baby, sure.  Rub my fuzz. Me Pussy.  Meow. Feels good.  Turn me on, whoreslave.  That's all you're good for.  Fuckslave. Harlot!"

The words stung, because if anyone were to see her now, there would be no way she could deny their truth.  But no one was watching.  It was just her and this demented hell beast.  She ran her fingers lightly, in spirals, down the small of its back, onto its rock-hard thrusting buttocks which were somewhat less furry.  The fuzz there was more like a soft down. In fact, if it weren't for the little problem of personality, Ms. Dynamica would have to admit that this man-thing was kinda, like, sexy…

She shook her head grimly to banish that sluttish notion.  There was no sound now except the wet suck and slish of their mated genitals, the rasp of their heavy breathing, the rythmic creak of the battered mattress. The ball of lust in her belly was growing ominously, but instead of trying to resist it, Diana focused on the beast's pleasure.  She took its thrusting buttocks in a two-handed grip, and with every stroke, pulled it inside her with all her strength.  Simultaneously, she arched her hips up off the mattress, hoisting their combined weight, and began to grind her hips, matching the demon thrust for thrust.  

'FUCKING CUNT!"  the beast roared, sensing that it was no longer in total control.  "FAT TIT BITCH!  YOU'RE MINE!  YOU CAN'T…."

It wasn't quite as though the tables were turned.  But they were indeed less unequal.  If the goat beast had been in control of itself, it would have withdrawn right then and taken the time to beat its victim senseless again, assuring complete submission.  But it was already far along the path to self destruction.  It jackhammered into her, slamming against her soft inner thighs with mounting fury.  She grabbed its breast meat and squeezed, careful not to cause pain, which would have broken her spell, but just hard enough to heighten its pleasure.  

'WHORESLUT….COCKSLAVE…..BITCH GODDESS…." It swore with increasing rage, not sure what was happening but definitely losing control. Ms. Dynamica began to appreciate the demon's limited, but expressive vocabulary.  

She was not out of danger.  Her third and potentially ruinous orgasm was building rapidly.  She could feel the rapist's cock throb inside her.  She needed something….

….inspired!  She groped between its buttocks with both hands, spreading the ass cheeks. The goat thing brayed in rage. It pounded into her so violently that one of her tits slapped up into her chin, the nipple smacking against her lower lip.  But she had found what she was looking for.  The beast's plunging buttocks were greasy with sweat. Her finger slipped inside him easy as a dagger.  

The beast reared back its head and arched its torso as Ms. Dynamica finger fucked its asshole.  The effect was explosive.  The beast began to cum inside her.  Its balls contracted and pumped.  First a few rather ordinary spurts. Then a gusher.  Diana clenched her eyes and wept. The horror of the potent sperm horde flooding into her weakened womb was almost too much to bear.  An Amazon  at full strength cannot become pregnant.  Such a thing is physically, and morally impossible.  But a defeated Amazon, multiply orgasmed, weak with lust…..?

The beast spewed inside her. It was helpless to stop the hemorrhaging of its power into her womb. It bellowed in terror and rage, driving its fists repeatedly into Ms. Dynamica's battered face. The desperation of her assailant was obvious, but that did not stop her sick sexual response to the abuse. A potent orgasm wound up her spine.  The horror of being loaded with demon sperm made it worse.  

The imperiled beauty struggled to escape the toxic injection. Orgasm had by now gravely weakened the beast. Ms. Dynamica shoved it onto its side, writhing desperately. But the dying beast's giant cock was stuck like a harpoon inside her. She clawed furiously at the demon's chest, anything to get it out of her. But no. Those powerful paws trapped her thighs to its own, talons piercing her supple flesh, welding their groins in a steely death grip. 

Somehow, she pushed it onto its back and managed to mount astride the steadily pumping demon dick. But she was very weak. She simply could not break its grip. She watched dully as her belly swelled. The beast did not even flinch as she pummeled its snout in impotent rage. Her dying mate was devoting the last of its life to the grim task of impregnation, the ponderous testicles recoiling like machine gun magazines. 

Ms. Dynamica wobbled on the edge too.  Frantic to escape, but her body refusing to obey. The high pressure cum jetting out of her as they moved, the foul soup of blood and cum and piss in which the two foes squirmed, it was all too much.  Ms. Dynamica's eyes rolled back up into her head, until only the whites showed. Blind with lust, she grabbed her own breasts, sending flames of pain through the bitten nipple. The Need was unbearable.

Both their bodies writhed in a grotesque death dance.  The beast dragged Diana down by the throat and locked its lips onto hers. They sucked at each other like a pair of hoovers.  Over a gallon of cum now distended Ms. Dynamica's belly.  What wasn't plugged inside of her gushed down her thighs, sliming them both. 

The demon's last death twitches subsided. It began to change horrifically.  Its eyeballs bulged, then exploded from their sockets. One hit Diana on the eye and ricocheted onto the floor. The empty sockets hemorrhaged inky blood.  Blood seeped through the gray fur, blackening it, as the creature's innards exploded.  Still Ms. Dynamica, or anyway the lust sick flesh of Ms. Dynamica,  sucked at its repulsive tongue. Suddenly the dying hellion's entrails contracted. It puked hot bile and blood.  

Gagging, the battered heroine wrenched her face away.  With an audible pop, the blood black cock released her cunt.  Small spurts of gray cum still spat from the thing's tip. At last the beast's body, exuding immense power even in death, lay inert on the bed beside her.

Ms. Dynamica. Breasts heaving.  Mouth gaping. Drenched from head to toe in body fluids. Eyes staring unseeing into the darkness of the abandoned warehouse.  She tried to sit up, but her body refused.  Tentatively she mashed her breasts together.  The bitten nipple had an ugly bruise, but at least the skin was barely punctured.  It would heal.  She looked down at the pumpkin of her swollen belly.  Despair gripped her.  

"Please Dear Hera….." she whispered. "Please, please, please not that…."

No, no that was impossible.  She was the great granddaughter of an Amazon Princess.  A defiled granddaughter, true.  But in control of her own body.  Nothing could enter her proud flesh against her own will and survive.  It was unthinkable. Nothing could defeat her, neither the living nor the dead. Once again she had proved it.

She fought against her fear, and raised her throbbing disheveled head.  She had WON. But it was hard to take much comfort from that fact. Every muscle in her body ached.  All she wanted to do was sleep.  To sleep for months… but first she had to….

….get up. Painfully, she rolled off the mattress onto her hands and knees.  Nausea almost overwhelmed her, but she hung on.  Her pendulous breasts dangled between her arms.  Her bruised buttocks thrust out provocatively at the apex of her sweet curved back.  She gripped the bed and hauled herself to her feet.  So woozy. Her belly looked five months pregnant.  She squatted, struggling to dispel the evil cream inside her.  But nothing came.  Her over stimulated vagina had locked itself shut tighter than a bank vault, stupidly entombing the vile load inside her as if it were precious treasure.  

Now the tears ran freely down the trembling warrior's cheeks.  "Oh Dear Hera,"  she sobbed.  "Please…!  I must not bear a demon child…it must not be!"   She glared with hatred at the dead beast. 

"B..but…NO!  It's impossible!" Her battered mouth gaped open. 

 The transformation on the bed was stunning.  In place of the vile hell thing which had defiled and almost destroyed her lay the body of a naked sleeping man so beautiful that he took Diana's breath away.  He was tall, blond, finely muscled as a god, and had the perfectly chiseled face of an underwear model. His soft cock, perfectly formed, neither too large nor too small, nestled innocently in the crook of his powerful thighs. 

"What the?"  she gasped.  "How?"

At the sound of her voice, the beautiful man on the bed opened his eyes and stared at her dreamily.   "Hullo darling,"  he said.  "You look tired. Is junior acting up?  Come to Papa."  So saying he extended his arms toward Ms. Dynamica with a warm, sweet smile.

The Amazon's eyes bulged in horror.  She looked down at her body, her belly swollen under a sheer cotton maternity dress.  Her breasts had ballooned to half again larger than normal. Close inspection revealed telltale stains of milk  leaking from each nipple.

"AIEEEEEEE!" A mad woman screamed in despair at the full horror of her Fate.

Somewhat later, an authoritative male voice nearby said, " She'll be okay.  The little cocktail I just gave her will keep her tame as a rabbit.  It's just stress."

"Thank you, doctor, " came a familiar, gutteral voice. "I'll keep an eye on her from here."

"You might want to keep that security door locked, though. Just in case."

"Right."

Ms. Dynamica shook her head, trying to clear the horror vision from her mind.  Once again the bloody corpse of the demon lay stinking on the bed.  Thank Hera. Better a rape demon than the patriarchal chains of  marriage. Her lower belly gurgled then. Her abdominal muscles relaxed, and nearly a gallon of monster cum splashed out of her onto the concrete floor, like emptying a pail of slops.   She stood there and drained,. ignoring as best she could the stuff that ran down into her boots.  

She stumbled about the room. Her feet squished as she walked. Found the remnants of her costume. Put it on with safety pins (always kept handy) as best she could.  Took one last hunt around, located her bracelets and golden whip in a locker in the mess room. Tested a faucet. No joy. The plumbing was off in this evil old building. Had been for decades. She fought panic at the though of the horde of deadly microscopic demons prowling relentlessly inside her womb. Billions of little soldiers seeking one undefended Egg. Shook her head defiantly. 

She was Ms. Dynamica. Almost invincible. Virtually impregnable. Virtuous, faithful and true. Hera would protect her. What she needed now was to get back home and take a very long, very hot bubble bath.