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Category:
G through L › Heroes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,747
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own NBC's Heroes {FANDOM}, and I do not make any money from these writings
2: Gretchen's bitch
Claire tugged at her bonds. "Gretchen let me go!" she demanded. "My ass still stings from where you spanked me, angelface. I guess I deserve that for running away after Becky tried to kill me. But now, I feel like it's your turn to me my slave." she confessed. "Gretchen, no! Let me go now!" Claire demanded.
"It's just the two of us. Becky took the other two girls somewhere. Now, Claire, you will call me Mistress Gretchen!" insisted Gretchen. "I'm not going to ask you again, let me go!" ordered Claire. Gretchen sighed. "I'm going to have to make you, aren't I? Well that's what you get, when you fall for someone as magnificent as you!" she observed.
"What are you going to do? I can heal from anything!" pointed out Claire. "Claire, I'm not going to hurt you! You're like my girlfriend or soul mate and stuff. I mean we are like strange attractors, like I said. But back to biology, and all that healing tends to soften things rather than toughen them up. Know what I mean?" asked Gretchen. "No, of course not!" exclaimed an angry Claire.
"We'll start here!" stated Gretchen. "Start whathahahaha!" cried Claire. "All that healing has made your skin soft, so you must be pretty ticklish! Good call on my part. Soft underarms!" she concluded. Claire howled her guts out. She had endured mental torture from Bob Bishop and Sylar and gassing from Danko's troops only to be undone by nails under her arms.
The tears flowed quickly as her laughter increased. Claire knew that Gretchen had a point. This tickled so bad, she might find herself surrenderring just to get it to stop. "Wow, you are really ticklish! Even more than me!" squealed a delighted GRetchen. Claire could only laugh in response. "Let see what happens if we got from here to here!" said Gretchen as her fingers travelled from Claire's underarms to ribcage.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHHA!" cried Claire, the laughter causing her throat pain. "From what you told me about your mother overheating the air, making it hard to breathe, I'm guessing tickling your underarms to ribcage area, is doing the same thing. Wow, your belly button is cute. I am so going to taste that!" expressed Gretchen.
Claire could only cry as her girlfriend began sucking on her belly, zerping on it, adding to the tickling. She had to stay conscious, she couldn't pass out. Gretchen's hands zipped up and down, back and forth, speedy yet monotonous. Claire couldn't get used to it, her sheer ticklishness and imperviousness to pain had made her highly vulernable to Gretchen's extertions. She had to hold on. She coulnd't surrender.
Claire felt her body betray her as urine flowed from her as Gretchen's lips and tongue made contact with her belly button. Her navel was surprisingly lint free and her body quivered and quaked as Gretchen's actions continued unabated. Claire was steadily losing control. How long had this been happening, an hour, two hours, 5 hours?
Gretchen seemed relentless in her desire to avenge one spank on her bottom. Claire would have willingly take a swipe or two on her own shapely rear end, if it meant the tickling would stop. Claire knew she was going to yield at some point. If Gretchen ever stopped tickling. Gretchen surprised her by stopping. Claire's eyes were red from her tears but they quickly healed. Gretchen grinned at her as the sweat glistened from Claire's body. While Claire felt her body resuming normal functions, her mind was a mess.
"So Supergirl, that wasn't a bad 5 minutes, huh?" giggled Gretchen. "5 minutes? It was only 5 minutes?" whined Claire. "Yep and you were awesome. I love you!" expressed a delighted Gretchen. "I love you too." replied Claire, amazed at herself. "So can you untie me now?" she asked, apprehensively. "Nope! You didn't and won't say Mistress Gretchen!" observed Gretchen.
"MOHhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Claire as Gretchen once again began to please her clit. Claire couldn't believe that for only the second time she was getting her vagina pleased. Her eyes felt like rolling back, but they didn't. And she saw Becky enter, a knife in her left hand and her right index finger against her lips. "Gretchen ohhhhh! GRETCHEN!" Claire tried to call out, but Gretchen simply continued to please her only faster. Becky's nude body come up behind Gretchen, the knife raised.
"GRETCHEN OHHHHHH!!! BECKY!!OHHHHHHHH!" moaned Claire helplessly, pulling on her bonds as her girlfriend lapped at her clit like a kitten with milk. The knife was raised and descended, Claire having difficulty maintaining her eyes open as the knife fell. But Becky stopped millimetres from Gretchen's back and smiled at Claire, before throwing the knife away and squeezing Gretchen's bum cheeks.
Her fingers found Gretchen's mound and her fingers rubbed away at Gretchen's most intimate region. Gretchen's oral work become inconsistent as she struggled to maintain her concentration. "Two hot girls to join our sorority! Lucky me! Two ticklish honeys to test out during hazing. I like! I like! Die Noah!" she saucily declared.
Claire was unable to respond as her body jerked and a wave of orgasms washed across her body. Her eyes closed and the world once again went dark.
To be continued in Chapter Three
"It's just the two of us. Becky took the other two girls somewhere. Now, Claire, you will call me Mistress Gretchen!" insisted Gretchen. "I'm not going to ask you again, let me go!" ordered Claire. Gretchen sighed. "I'm going to have to make you, aren't I? Well that's what you get, when you fall for someone as magnificent as you!" she observed.
"What are you going to do? I can heal from anything!" pointed out Claire. "Claire, I'm not going to hurt you! You're like my girlfriend or soul mate and stuff. I mean we are like strange attractors, like I said. But back to biology, and all that healing tends to soften things rather than toughen them up. Know what I mean?" asked Gretchen. "No, of course not!" exclaimed an angry Claire.
"We'll start here!" stated Gretchen. "Start whathahahaha!" cried Claire. "All that healing has made your skin soft, so you must be pretty ticklish! Good call on my part. Soft underarms!" she concluded. Claire howled her guts out. She had endured mental torture from Bob Bishop and Sylar and gassing from Danko's troops only to be undone by nails under her arms.
The tears flowed quickly as her laughter increased. Claire knew that Gretchen had a point. This tickled so bad, she might find herself surrenderring just to get it to stop. "Wow, you are really ticklish! Even more than me!" squealed a delighted GRetchen. Claire could only laugh in response. "Let see what happens if we got from here to here!" said Gretchen as her fingers travelled from Claire's underarms to ribcage.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHHA!" cried Claire, the laughter causing her throat pain. "From what you told me about your mother overheating the air, making it hard to breathe, I'm guessing tickling your underarms to ribcage area, is doing the same thing. Wow, your belly button is cute. I am so going to taste that!" expressed Gretchen.
Claire could only cry as her girlfriend began sucking on her belly, zerping on it, adding to the tickling. She had to stay conscious, she couldn't pass out. Gretchen's hands zipped up and down, back and forth, speedy yet monotonous. Claire couldn't get used to it, her sheer ticklishness and imperviousness to pain had made her highly vulernable to Gretchen's extertions. She had to hold on. She coulnd't surrender.
Claire felt her body betray her as urine flowed from her as Gretchen's lips and tongue made contact with her belly button. Her navel was surprisingly lint free and her body quivered and quaked as Gretchen's actions continued unabated. Claire was steadily losing control. How long had this been happening, an hour, two hours, 5 hours?
Gretchen seemed relentless in her desire to avenge one spank on her bottom. Claire would have willingly take a swipe or two on her own shapely rear end, if it meant the tickling would stop. Claire knew she was going to yield at some point. If Gretchen ever stopped tickling. Gretchen surprised her by stopping. Claire's eyes were red from her tears but they quickly healed. Gretchen grinned at her as the sweat glistened from Claire's body. While Claire felt her body resuming normal functions, her mind was a mess.
"So Supergirl, that wasn't a bad 5 minutes, huh?" giggled Gretchen. "5 minutes? It was only 5 minutes?" whined Claire. "Yep and you were awesome. I love you!" expressed a delighted Gretchen. "I love you too." replied Claire, amazed at herself. "So can you untie me now?" she asked, apprehensively. "Nope! You didn't and won't say Mistress Gretchen!" observed Gretchen.
"MOHhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Claire as Gretchen once again began to please her clit. Claire couldn't believe that for only the second time she was getting her vagina pleased. Her eyes felt like rolling back, but they didn't. And she saw Becky enter, a knife in her left hand and her right index finger against her lips. "Gretchen ohhhhh! GRETCHEN!" Claire tried to call out, but Gretchen simply continued to please her only faster. Becky's nude body come up behind Gretchen, the knife raised.
"GRETCHEN OHHHHHH!!! BECKY!!OHHHHHHHH!" moaned Claire helplessly, pulling on her bonds as her girlfriend lapped at her clit like a kitten with milk. The knife was raised and descended, Claire having difficulty maintaining her eyes open as the knife fell. But Becky stopped millimetres from Gretchen's back and smiled at Claire, before throwing the knife away and squeezing Gretchen's bum cheeks.
Her fingers found Gretchen's mound and her fingers rubbed away at Gretchen's most intimate region. Gretchen's oral work become inconsistent as she struggled to maintain her concentration. "Two hot girls to join our sorority! Lucky me! Two ticklish honeys to test out during hazing. I like! I like! Die Noah!" she saucily declared.
Claire was unable to respond as her body jerked and a wave of orgasms washed across her body. Her eyes closed and the world once again went dark.
To be continued in Chapter Three