"I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm... aaahhhhh!" She cried as the waves of ecstasy washed through her body, causing her to shiver and shake from the enormity of the sensation, far greater than anything she'd felt before. In her butt, which was convulsing hard on the director's shaft, she felt a wave of hot semen spurt, quickly followed by another and yet another still as the director emptied his balls inside her arse.
As she collapsed on the bed, the director kneeling over her, his cock still leaking a creamy white flow, Glory Gal spotted something out of the corner of her eye. From the darkest corner of the office a small metal cylinder was rolling across the floor, a single light on it's surface blinking in a steadily faster pace. As the light become a solid glow the small device let out a sharp beeping noise just before it exploded with pure white light and a painfully loud burst of noise which threatened to burst every eardrum in the room.
As the men clutched at their heads, blinded and deafened by the sophisticated grenade, as a silver figure streaked out of the darkness, striking at the disabled figures as she snatched the detonators from their grip. Before they knew what was happening the men found themselves piled in a heap, their weapons removed from them as the silver armoured figure stood with her hand protectively settled on the young girl's shoulder. With a flick of her wrist 51-ICE tossed the belt of explosives onto the pile of men. "Don't even think about trying to follow us." She said simply, her voice steady and controlled, almost machine-like in its precision.
Moving towards Glory Gal, the cybernetically enhanced heroine lifted her soiled colleague onto her shoulder, resting her hand on the tired and abused girl's butt to steady her as Ice leapt out of the window, clutching the hostage close to her chest. As she landed in the street below Ice lay Gloria down on the pavement, taking a moment to adjust her colleague's costume to cover up her sins. "Looks like I arrived just in time, any longer and they'd have been using you as a human toilet."
Glory Gal wasn't sure if the robot girl was trying to make a joke or not, but she couldn't bring herself to even look in her rescuer's direction as she lay there on the cold stone even as she felt her defiler's semen dribbling from between her buttocks. The memory of the orgasm was still fresh in her mind and she could feel her pussy twitching with hunger as it begged her to go back and experience more of the rough touch of strangers.
Realising Gloria was lost in thought and presuming she was depressed at her own failings Ice moved to the teenager, quickly fastening up her robes to cover her named body as the sirens of the police rapid response team rang out in the distance. As she turned back to her compatriot the cyborg saw Glory Gal's hands stroking at her crotch. She's probably still sore from all that abuse... The robot girl thought completely missing the heroine's heavy breathing as she pleasured herself wantonly on the street, unable to control her lust.
What have they done to me? What have I become? Glory Gal asked herself as Ice pulled her to her feet, readying her to brief the police officers on what had transpired in the office block. She wouldn't be able to tell them the truth that was for sure, she only hoped that Ice would go along with her story, in order to save her colleague from the shame the truth would bring down upon her. How long was she watching me for? Does that cybernetic brain of hers record everything? Gloria wondered as the armoured vans pulled up and the troops disembarked.
Pulling herself together, trying to ignore the slime trickling down her thighs, Glory Gal turned to address the brightly uniformed agents. A distorted version of events spun to try and save her a little dignity dropped into place in her mind as she waved over the senior officer. Hopefully the EMP Flashbang grenade Ice had used would have destroyed any evidence to proves her to be lying, and who'd ever believe a group of child molesters. |