"Nitro Woman Vs. Dark Witch"
Warning: This content is very Raunchy, Erotic (more than usual for this site) and contains strong language but is meant for good entertainment, a contribution by a new writer called "The Cat"...Enjoy!
Dark Witch vs Nitrowoman
by: The Cat
NOV 01
Sharon stepped out of her dressing room as Nitrowoman. A slightly above
average looking woman with a somewhat full figured but athletic body.
Long curly flame red hair falling about her shoulders and down her back.
Her costume was simple and effective. Sheer white tights and stiletto
heeled black leather boots. A glossy black lycra leotard with long
sleeves, scoop neck, and high cut leg openings, covering her upper body.
A red eye mask over her eyes. Hanging to her calves, a long red cape
attaches to the shoulder seam of her leotard.
She hurried next door, through the darkness of night, where she knew the
Dark Witch was hiding. Creeping into the house, she didn't get more than
ten feet when a cloth was slapped over her mouth. She gasped, a wrong
move, and inhaled a lungful of ether. The room went black and she
dropped to the floor.
Awaking some minutes later to find herself tied, spread eagle to a pool
table. The Dark Witch walked sensuously into the room. A large room in
the basement with heavy padding everywhere.
"Ah good. You're awake, now I can enjoy myself." She said in a sadistic
tone.
"Wha... What am I doing here? What are you going to do to me?" Following
her with her head as the Dark Witch circled the table.
Nitrowoman studied the Dark Witch as she moved. Her movements were like
that of a cat advancing on it's helpless prey. Nitrowoman was thinking
she was a few inches taller than the Dark Witches 5'5, she
guessed. And she was definitely a good ten years older than Nitrowoman's
thirty years. But her body was fabulous, she thought. Like a Carmen
Electra clone. She was so far better built than Nitrowoman she made her
look skinny, ugly and flat chested. Her finger nails were long and well
manicured.
A simple black fishnet catsuit hugged her pale skinned body tightly from
toe to wrist to high on her neck. Black leather gloves on her arms and
black vinyl stiletto heeled thigh boots covered her shapely legs. It was
also obvious she was athletic, but not as much so as Nitrowoman. A small
edge in my favor, she she thought to herself. The Dark Witch through
back over her shoulders the full length, full circle black satin cape
lined with crimson hanging dramatically from around her neck, a row of
batman style points across the bottom edge. Large brown nipples poked
through the fishnet stretched tightly across her ample round melons.
The Dark Witch grabbed the neck of Nitrowoman's leotard and jerked it
down under her breasts. Pinkish red nipples sat atop two soft round
orbs.
She gasped. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Oh merely a little torture. But don't worry, there wouldn't be any
lasting effects."
Clamping two tiny alligator clips to her perky nipples, the Dark Witch
then held up a small box. A dial and a switch on the top with wires
leading to a large battery sitting on the floor. The tiny metal teeth
each felt like needles biting into Nitrowoman's sensitive tits. Felt
like they were being cut off. She squirmed with the pain shooting
through her chest and down to her hips.
"Hmmmm... Aaah, I know what we're missing!" And she grabbed the soft
black leather pouch and belt from around Nitrowoman's waist. "Yes! The
cellular phone that you use to call your stupid side kick, Dinamite
girl." Pulling it from the pouch, she punched the rapid dial button, and
within a few seconds Nitrowoman's spunky sidekick answered.
"Hello...?"
"Well, this must be Dynabrat."
"Who is this!?"
"Why don't you come over and try to rescue your partner Nitrowoman from
the evil clutches of the Dark Witch?"
Nitrowoman yelled."It's a trap! Stay away!"
"What? You let her go!"
But the Dark Witch only laughed mockingly and cut her off, tossing the
phone to the floor. "It wouldn't be long now." And flipped the switch on
the box in her hand.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh..." Nitrowoman screamed as a electrical current surged
through her chest making her hips burn with desire. Her delicate petals
moistening and swelling with excitement. Her back arched off the pool
table, hands clutching air. Then she dropped to the table as the Dark
Witch flipped the switch again.
Nitrowoman lay panting. Nearly brought to an explosive orgasm, then
being held from it, was maddening, and she struggled at the ropes
holding her wrists and ankles tightly.
"Mmmmmmmmm... That was so delicious. Was it as good for you as it was
for me?" The Dark Witch taunted Nitrowoman. "Oh what a shame you didn't
orgasm." As she flipped the switch again...
Several houses away Dynamite Girl, Nitrowoman's friend, neighbor and
sidekick, began putting on her costume. Just seventeen years old and
recently chosen as the captain of the cheerleadering squad at high
school. All of five feet one inches tall with a slender but very
athletic body and modest firm breasts sitting high on her chest.
Straight golden blonde hair hung down her back. She quickly pulled on
the sheer pink tights, then stepped into a metallic silver leotard with
long sleeves and a scoop neck cut low and pinched between her breasts.
Then she stepped into a pair of red stiletto heeled ankle boots. A short
red mid thigh length cape hung from the shoulder seams of her leotard.
Pulling on her red mask she hurried out the door and like a silver
streak ran between houses and through yards to try and save Nitrowoman.
Carefully opening the door to the Dark Witches house, Dynamite Girl
entered the dark house cautiously. She flipped the light switch,
nothing.
"Hmmmm... I think I hear a spunky sidekick entering my house." Slapping
a large piece of duck tape across Nitrowoman's mouth, she pulled out a
black luger from a hidden holster on the side of the pool table, and
waited patiently. She cocked the weapon with a loud double click.
Nitrowoman's eyes went wide with fear.
The Dark Witch leaned over to her captive and in a mockingly tender
voice. "Oh don't worry, she would suffer." Then she straightened again
and said. "Much."
Nitrowoman's chest was heaving from repeated shocks and multiple
explosive orgasms. The crotch of her leotard and tights was soaked with
pussy juice. The Dark Witches hand idly stroked Nitrowoman's inner
thigh, while she waited for her target to come down the steps.
Within minutes the basement door opened and Dynamite Girl rushed down
the steps not thinking their adversary would have a gun. She slid to a
stop when she saw the gun in the Dark Witches hand.
Too late...
Blam.
The bullet entered her tender young body between her naval and virginal
crotch and she clutched at her lower belly doubling over as the pain
exploded in her hips. She staggered back with a shocked look on her face
and fell to the floor.
The Dark Witch stood there laughing. Totally enjoying seeing the young
girl die slowly. She would linger for many minutes, wracked with pain.
Such delicious pain, the Dark Witch thought.
Enough time for Nitrowoman to free herself of her bonds and the torture
device. She jumped on her foe from behind and the match began. The luger
dropped to the floor. The Dark Witch swung around and slammed Nitrowoman
back into the wall and she dropped off. The Witch swung around and
punched her in the guts. Then across the face, and Nitrowoman tasted
blood in her mouth.
Then she got mad. They wrestled back and forth, punching and scratching.
Neither woman gaining the upper hand. Nitrowoman was the stronger of the
two, but the Dark Witch was the more skilled and experienced fighter.
Then the Dark Witch produced a small dagger. Nitrowoman backed up with
alarm. The Witch lundged at her but she caught her arm and they
struggled hand to hand. The razor sharp blade of the dagger held up in
the air for long minutes as each tried to subdue the other. Nitrowoman
began to weaken and the point of the dagger neared her chest.
"Just a few more inches, Nitrowoman and I will enjoy feeling the blade
of this dagger enter your chest." She said.
The point neared the pale exposed skin above her round breasts. Another
inch to go...
Blam.
The Dark Witch jerked and froze.
Blam.
She jerked again, her whole body arching with pain as two slugs entered
her back. Her grip loosened on the dagger as she dropped to the floor.
Nitrowoman saw the luger in Dynamite Girl's hand as she collapsed.
Hurrying over to her spunky sidekick, she held her up. Blood tricking
from the corner of her mouth. Her silver leotard covered with blood
below the waist.
"You, ok...?" She coughed.
With tears in her eyes. "Yes, you saved my life."
Dynamite Girl smiled faintly and went still, her head resting in
Nitrowoman's arms.
The Dark Witch moaned and moved. Nitrowoman picked up the luger and
stood over her foe. Blood pooling under her back. She aimed between the
dark Witches massive jugs and slowly cocked the gun.
Blam. Blam. Blam. The body jerking slightly as the three pieces of lead
penetrated her chest.
"I'm afraid Dark Witch, you wouldn't be bothering anyone ever again.
Now, I wonder if Dynamite Girl's sister is free to fight crime...?"
Then the alarm went off. Sharon threw the covers back and sat on the
edge of her bed. It's 6am and another work day. Wow, what a bazaar dream,
she thought, no more double pepperoni pizza's so late at night.
A leotard and cape, tights, and boots, lay in a heap in the corner of
her bedroom. A red eye mask laying on top.
