Sticky Sweet: Ch. 1

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Sticky Sweet, Ch. 1

A quiet metallic squeak echoed off the tiled walls of the locker room, followed by the muffled sound of water rushing through pipes, before finally, the shower head began to spray, the large, empty communal shower swiftly beginning to fill with steam. Melina reached a hand into the spray, testing the warmth, before stepping fully underneath it and letting out a gentle sigh of relief. The almost-too-hot water was EXACTLY what she needed, it cascaded over her generous curves, soothing the dull ache throbbing through her muscles. She felt the water beading down on the tender, reddened patches of her pale, smooth skin where adhesive-soaked spandex had clung too tightly and taken the outermost layer of skin with it. It had taken so long to peel off her glue-splattered costume that her muscles had started to get stiff… She made a mental note to try and develop a faster-acting skin-safe solvent. All the other fighters seemed to have left already, and even the sounds of the crowd outside had died down. At least she had the showers all to herself…

Mel shook her head and reached up, grabbing an enormous bottle of her own unique formula of shampoo off the shower shelf, before popping open the top and pouring a generous dollop into her palm. You needed a lot of shampoo when your hair was long enough to reach the back of your thighs. She closed her eyes and quickly began working it into her extremely long, silky, golden hair, getting more shampoo from the bottle several times, and making sure to lather extra-thoroughly wherever her fingers found a glob of adhesive tangled in her locks. The solvent additive in her special formula quickly began to dissolve away the adhesive- thankfully, she'd gotten to the shower before they had turned her hair into a tangled nightmare . As she rinsed the shampoo out a moment later, her hair falling like a golden waterfall as she ran her fingers through it, the worst of the tangles parted, and she sighed with relief… before grabbing the bottle of conditioner next to it, and starting the laborious process of working it into her hair in turn. Her hair was a point of pride for her, but it certainly took a lot of work to maintain.

Her mind began to wander to chemical interactions- a higher concentration of the solvent additive in her shampoo might serve as a decent base for an improved skin-safe solvent. Previous tests had shown it causing some irritation in higher concentrations, but it couldn't be as bad as the irritation caused by peeling it off her skin, and perhaps she could combine it with some sort of lotion to counteract the worst of the side effects… To the outside world, she looked like she was daydreaming, rather than playing out complex chemical reactions in her head. As her villainous alter-ego Honey Trap, she had a reputation as a ditzy, low-tier black mask with a glue-gun gimmick.  Few were aware that her various adhesive mixtures were her own formulas, or that she'd invented the glue-cannons and canister she wore that allowed her to adjust the mixture of her adhesive on the fly. She was a literal genius, certified and everything, but just because she sometimes got distracted thinking about how to adjust her mixture and ended up making a stupid mistake, everyone seemed to think of her as some airheaded bimbo!

Her figure almost certainly had something to do with that- with her hair taken care of, Mel moved on to her body, soaping herself up as her gold-painted fingernails began exploring her curvaceous figure in her usual post-fight examination, checking herself for injuries. One arm wrapped across her chest, her forearm lifting her soft, cantaloupe-sized breasts, squeezing them together unintentionally as her fingertips traced up and down the side of her ribs. She winced as she found a tender spot-  she flashed back to Hard Knocks's literally steely arms coiling around her ribs, crushing the air from her lungs as the towering, muscular, metallic woman delivered the match-winning suplex that had ruptured the adhesive canister on her suit and glued her to the mat. Mel sighed, and hoped she wouldn't bruise too badly.

Her inspection continued, her other hand gliding over her fair skin on a thin layer of soap, moving down, past her narrow, lightly toned waist and over her wide, rounded hips, to the twin globes of her juicy, jiggling ass. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she recalled Hard Knocks delivering a stinging smack to her rear as she'd walked past Mel in the locker room after the match, while she was still trying to peel off her glue-soaked costume. She bit her lip softly as she remembered the way Hard Knocks's hand had lingered, fingertips sinking into the plump flesh of her backside for just a half a second, and the confident, playful grin Hard Knocks had flashed her as she walked away, a glint of hunger in her gaze.

"Well, well, well." A deep, rich, womanly voice suddenly purred from the doorway to the showers. Mel startled, giving a small jump as she hastily wiped the soap from her eyes and began peering through the steam, looking for the source.

"Looks like somebody's havin' fun." Hard knocks commented with a smirk, her mahogany features framed by a dense afro of curly black hair, almost like a halo. She leaned against the doorframe with a hand on her hip, the corners of her full, dark lips curling up in a wry smile and her deep brown eyes gleaming with wicked intent. Her strong, proud features bore evidence of a rough and tumble lifestyle full of combat and danger- there were a handful of tiny scars on her forehead and jawline, and her nose wasn't quite straight, it must not have healed correctly after a break at some point. Internally, Mel wondered who could break the nose of a woman who could literally turn her body into solid steel or concrete at a moment's notice. Admittedly, there were a few superheroes- or villains, for that matter- that she was aware of who might be able to do it, it wasn't like it was impossible, but it was still a relatively short list.

Mel couldn't help but take in the sight before her. Her eyes roamed over Hard Knocks' powerful arms, layered with supple, corded muscle. Her full, firm breasts, each the size of a grapefruit and crowned with dark nipples. Her rugged, washboard abs, her cock… Mel's eyes widened as they fell upon it. It was bigger than some of her ex-boyfriends', and it wasn't even hard! It hung between Hard Knocks' legs like an enormous, thick, meaty sausage, reaching nearly halfway down her powerful, sculpted thighs and making Mel's mouth water. Behind it, a pair of fat, swinging balls the size of eggs hung low and heavy in their sack with backed-up cum. Mel knew she'd felt something press against her ass when Hard Knocks had grabbed her from behind, and it wasn't like the fact that she was trans was a huge secret, but she hadn't expected anything like THIS!

"Mind if I join you?" Hard Knocks asked, arching an eyebrow, smirking at Mel.

Mel blinked in confusion for a moment at the tall woman's question, before realizing what she must have looked like, standing naked in the shower, cradling her breasts with one arm, the other hand squeezing her ass while she closed her eyes and bit her lip. A rush of embarrassment came over her- some part of her wanted to explain she was just checking for injuries, that she wasn't doing anything indecent… She saw the gleam of hunger in Hard Knocks' eyes, and felt her nipples stiffen.

"Hmmm…" Mel muttered, a smirk spreading across her lips as she feigned indecision. "I suppose I wouldn't mind a little… company." She purred, squeezing her breasts together intentionally this time, lifting them slightly to better show them off.

Hard Knocks' smirk widened into a grin as she pushed off the wall and began to approach Melina. She prowled across the tiled floor, her wide hips rolling with every step, the motion sending that fat slab of cock between her legs swaying hypnotically, slapping against each sculpted thigh in turn. A shiver ran down Mel's spine. She could practically feel those dark brown eyes roaming up and down her pale, curvy figure like she was a three-course meal- all served up and ready to eat, and all that remained was deciding what to taste first.

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"Mmmhm~"

Melina's soft moans were muffled by a  pair of full, dark lips mashed firmly against her own. Hard Knocks' powerful, muscular arms were coiled around Mel's body like pythons, lifting her up onto her tiptoes as the taller woman kissed her passionately, hot water cascading over them both. She held Mel's soft, supple body tightly, one hand on the back of her head, fingers woven through her luxurious golden locks, the other gripping her soft, plump ass, her fingers sinking deep into the pale flesh as she roughly squeezed Mel's shapely rear. Their breasts flattened against each other's bodies as Hard Knocks' tongue drove between Mel's lips and began to hungrily swirl around her tongue, their rock-hard nipples grinding against each other.

As Mel returned the passionate kiss with equal fervor, she melted into Hard Knocks' forceful embrace, her hands roaming up and down the sculpted muscles of the amazonian woman's back as she clung to her. All the while, Mel could feel it; that enormous cock sandwiched between their bodies, trapped between Hard Knocks' rugged abs and her soft stomach. It throbbed against her, growing longer, thicker and harder with every pulse- she could feel it's helmet-shaped head inching its way up her abdomen, pushing up until it grazed the undersides of her squished breasts. Mel let out another muffled moan into the kiss as she realized just how deep that monster would go inside her, her core clenching with need.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity, and yet, when Hard Knocks pulled her lips away, Melina couldn't help but feel like it hadn't been long enough. Hard Knocks' cock felt like a red-hot baseball bat pinned between their bodies, grinding against her core, desperately longing to go inside and indulge its primal instincts. Fully hard now, it was HUGE- probably as long as Mel's forearm and insanely thick, like a pair of soda cans stacked on top of each other, capped with a helmet-shaped crown the size of a baseball. Every inch of it was covered with winding, throbbing veins that pulsed with the beat of her heart. Mel shivered with lust.

"Mmmh… Is this why they call you HARD Knocks?" Melina asked once she caught her breath, grinning playfully up at Hard Knocks.

Hard Knocks smirked. "Cute. Though I think we're past the point of using code names, at this point. You can call me Bebe."

Mel nodded. "Bebe. I'm Melina. Or Mel." She quickly replied, then smirked teasingly. "But if you fuck as good as you kiss, you can call me whatever you want."

Bebe chuckled, a wicked gleam in her eye. Mel felt Bebe's cock throb against her stomach. She leaned in, craning her neck forward, putting her lips at Mel's ear. "That's good… 'cause I'm about to make you my bitch." She half-purred, half-growled.

Mel shivered in Bebe's embrace. Suddenly, the towering, dark-skinned amazon grabbed a fistful of Mel's long, golden hair and tugged sharply, forcing her head to tip back as she let out a soft cry of surprise and alarm! Bebe lowered her head, her dark lips trailing over the sensitive skin of Mel's exposed neck as she kissed her way down her throat, occasionally grazing the pale flesh with her teeth as she teasingly nipped and nibbled at it. Mel let out a soft whimper, pale hands clinging to the sculpted mahogany muscles on Bebe's back, gold-painted nails scratching lightly over their unyielding contours.

Bebe's superpower let her make her body take on the material properties of anything she touched. She could easily turn her flesh to marble like the tiles under her feet. Melina was just a normal woman, albeit a genius with a relatively well-trained body- but Bebe was a tank compared to her. Even without using her powers, her body was practically as hard as granite. Mel was utterly outclassed, completely at Bebe's mercy. As Bebe's teeth grazed her throat again in a teasing nibble, her head pulled back by the handful of hair gripped in Bebe's fist, she let out a soft moan as a feeling of helplessness came over her. There was nothing she could do to fight Bebe off even if she wanted to- no way she could stop Bebe from using her entire body like her personal toy!

Another shiver ran down Mel's spine as something deep in her core clenched with need. She needed Bebe's massive cock inside her- and she knew only one way to ensure that happened! Gathering her composure, Mel managed to piece together one word. "Well?"

Bebe blinked in confusion, pulling away from Mel's neck and straightening up, looking down at the blonde bombshell in her arms. "...Well, what?" She asked.

"Well, is that it?" Mel asked. "I thought you were gonna make me your bitch. Is that the best you got?" She pressed. Despite her head being tipped back by Bebe's grip on her hair, she locked eyes with Bebe and flashed her a teasing, playful smirk.

Bebe grinned at Mel's taunting, her eyes narrowing as they flashed with wicked intent. "Ahh, I see how it is." She purred.

Suddenly, Bebe let Mel go, releasing her grip on her hair and pulling her hand off her ass. Suddenly unsupported, Mel stumbled backward a half-step, trying to regain her balance- but she never got the chance. Bebe's hand pressed flat against her chest and shoved, forcing her back until her shoulders hit the cool, tiled wall with surprising force. The hand held her there, pinning her to the wall as Bebe leaned forward, bracing her forearm on the wall above Mel's head as she loomed over her. Her muscular frame eclipsed the overhead lights, casting Mel's curvy figure in shadow as she leaned her head down until her face was inches from Mel's, a wicked grin on her lips.

"I'm gonna enjoy putting you in your place." Bebe purred. "On. Your. Knees." Bebe commanded, her tone level, with an edge of danger to it.

Mel shivered, biting her lip. Suddenly, Bebe's hand moved from her chest to her shoulder, gripping tight and pushing down hard! Mel put up a token resistance before letting her legs give out, sinking to her knees- the tiled floor was cool and hard, despite the steamy water flowing over it. Suddenly, she was face-to-face with the head of Bebe's monstrous member- a deep pink, helmet-shaped crown nearly the size of her fist! It throbbed with Bebe's pulse, bobbing in the air just inches from Mel's face, atop a long, thick, mahogany shaft, like two soda cans stacked on top of each other, every inch covered with bulging, winding veins. It had felt enormous grinding against her body, but seeing it up close like this, it was positively awe-inspiring! Would this monster really fit inside her?

Bebe stood up straight, freeing her hand from holding her up off the wall, and reached down, gripping the base of the fearsome weapon- Even her own hand couldn't close all the way around it's girth! It seemed Mel wouldn't have much time to wonder about the practicality of it- Bebe angled the beast down and pushed her hips forward, until that fat, throbbing head pressed against Mel's soft pink lips.

"Open wide, slut." Bebe commanded, her voice husky.

Mel shivered- it felt so hot, and she could taste the salty, musky flavor of her precum as Bebe smeared the head over her lips. But tempting as it was, she resisted the urge to just open her mouth, roll out her tongue and stretch her lips around the fat crown- she knew it would be all the sweeter if she made Bebe work for it. As seconds ticked by with Mel's mouth stubbornly closed, Bebe's cocky, playful grin turned darker and darker, her eyes filling with anger.

"I said. Open. Wide." Bebe growled, her tone dangerous.

Bebe gripped the fat slab of cockmeat and swung it like a club, slapping the weighty shaft against Mel's lips, her cheeks, her face. She laid the throbbing, vein-marbled pillar across Mel's face, sawing it back and forth for a moment, even dragging her fat, churning balls across the blonde's face until her nose was buried in her smooth, weighty sack. Mel's mouth remained stubbornly closed, her lips curled in a taunting smirk as she looked up at Bebe.

"I see how it is." Bebe growled. "You wanna play rough? Fine. Let's play rough!"

Bebe adjusted her stance, let go of Mel's shoulder, and grabbed her hair again, gathering the long, silky golden locks into a single bundle, closing a fist around it, and tugging sharply! Mel gasped in surprise- and that was all the opening Bebe needed. Before she could make a sound, Bebe forced the blunt tip of her fearsome cock between Mel's slightly parted lips and yanked her head forward, using her hair as a handle. Mel's eyes widened as her jaws were suddenly pried apart to make room for the flared crown of Bebe's cock, her lips stretching wider and wider! Just when the corners of her mouth began to strain, feeling like they couldn't stretch any more, there was a soft pop as her lips slipped over the ridge of the crown, and the entire head was inside her mouth! Mel made a small, muffled noise, eyelids fluttering slightly.

"Hah, you liked that, didn't you, slut?" Bebe grinned wickedly, yanking Mel's hair to pull her head forward, driving another inch of her shaft past those well-stretched pink lips.

Mel couldn't really reply, considering her mouth was stuffed to its limit with Bebe's cockhead, the sheer girth of the throbbing crown pinning her tongue to the bottom of her mouth- though the muffled noises she made as Bebe's enormous cock pushed against the entrance to her throat seemed to confirm Bebe's suspicion. Her hands came up from her sides to grip the brutally thick shaft- though neither was able to close completely around it, together they managed to encircle it properly, one hand next to the other as they began to stroke up and down the length.

"Oh no you don't." Bebe interrupted.

Mel looked up at her, confused, only to see the wicked grin on Bebe's lips as she looked down at Mel. Bebe's hands suddenly moved to grab the blonde's wrists and pry them off the mahogany shaft. She took a half-step forward, her cock grinding at the entrance to Mel's throat and forcing her to pull back until her shoulders hit the tile wall of the shower. Mel felt her wrists getting pinned to the wall as well, held in place by Bebe's unyielding grip. Mel looked up at the villainess towering over her, and watched as Bebe licked her lips in anticipation.

"Bitches don't get to use their hands." She explained, eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. "I'm gonna fuck your thoat until I'm satisfied. I'm gonna make you take…" She purred, grinning wider as she continued. "Every. Last. Inch…"

Melina whimpered around the cock grinding against the back of her throat, her pussy clenching in envy.

Bebe paused for a moment, her expression shifting to something more serious. "Snap your fingers if you need air. Thumbs up if you understand." Mel hastily jabbed her thumbs in the air with both of her trapped hands as she rolled her tongue against the underside of Bebe's fat cockhead. Bebe 's grin returned. "Good bitch…" she purred.

With that out of the way, Bebe shifted her stance, raising her hips to angle her mahogany shaft down as she began to push forward. Mel felt her jaw strain as the baseball-sized head of Bebe's shaft began to grind against her uvula. "NG-!" Mel choked, eyes widening as her throat spasmed involuntarily, trying to hold back the invader! "GL-!" She added as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to forcibly suppress her gag reflex. She usually didn't have any trouble deepthroating- but then, the biggest cock she'd ever seen before Bebe's had been little more than half as long, and less than half as thick!

Bebe eased her hips back slightly, barely half an inch, before slamming them forward again, her sculpted abs rippling as she thrust forward! This time, Mel's throat was no match for Bebe's brutal battering ram. "GLKH!"  Mel choked as Bebe's cockhead forced its way down her throat, another inch or two of mahogany shaft sliding past her lips. Mel could feel her throat strain, her neck bulging obscenely as the head lodged itself in her throat! Her tastebuds were drowning in the salty, musky flavor of Bebe's massive girl-dick- and her tongue wriggled invitingly along its underside, begging for more.

Bebe didn't wait long to answer Mel's wordless plea- She tugged her hips back until the head of her cock popped out of Mel's throat, giving her just a moment to suck in a fresh gasp of air before pushing forward again. Mel had expected Bebe to fuck her face like a rutting beast and roughly use her throat like a cocksleeve, but instead, Bebe worked her thick shaft down mel's throat inch by inch, in long, smooth, slow strokes. Bebe forced it further and further in with each thrust of her hips, driving it deeper and deeper, stretching it around her fearsome girth. Each time Bebe pulled back, Mel's soft pink lips clung to every vein-marbled inch, her cheeks hollowing as a vacuum formed, and each time Bebe thrust forward, Mel's throat twitched and spasmed around the shaft, trying to gag but serving only to squeeze and milk at its length.

With each thrust, Bebe's sculpted mahogany abs drew closer and closer to Mel's face, looming larger and larger in her vision- until Bebe gave one final push and her nose pressed against them. Her lips kissed the smooth-shaven base of Bebe's monstrous cock, the forearm-length shaft planted deep in her throat, nearly reaching her stomach! Her neck bulged obscenely around the villainess' fuckpillar, stretched beyond its limits by the sheer girth of the mighty, throbbing weapon. Bebe's heavy balls, churning with backed-up baby-batter rested against Mel's chin, promising to positively flood the blonde's belly with gallons of potent seed. Mel's accomplishment stirred a wave of pleasure that rippled through her, making her eyelids flutter.

"Mmmh…" Bebe purred with satisfaction, looking down at the helpless blonde below her. "Nice! Not everyone can take the whole thing the first time!" She chuckled, rolling her hips to grind her pelvis against Mel's soft pink lips. "You're gonna make a damn fine bitch!" She added, grinning wickedly.

"MGL-!" Was all Melina could muster in reply, her throat completely and utterly stuffed with Bebe's fat, meaty cock, completely blocking her airway, her lungs beginning to burn. Mercifully, Bebe began to pull her hips back, albeit slowly, making sure Mel could feel every inch of the monstrous member being dragged up from the depths, until finally the head popped into her mouth and her throat was open again. Mel's chest heaved as she sucked in a much-needed lungful of fresh air, taking a moment to swirl her tongue over Bebe's throbbing cockhead as she caught her breath.

"I hope you're ready, bitch!" Bebe growled playfully, smirking down at Mel. "Now the real fun begins!"

Mel braced herself just in time for Bebe to drive her hips forward, her sculpted abs ripping as they stuffed inch after inch of thick, throbbing girl-dick down Mel's throat in a long, smooth thrust. Deeper and deeper it went, stretching her neck obscenely, until once more, Mel found her nose grinding against Bebe's pelvis, and Bebe's heavy cum-factories resting on her chin, the entire length of the villainess' enormous shaft lodged deep in her throat. This time, however, Bebe didn't pause to grind against her stretched lips- her hips simply reversed, pulling inch after inch of spit-slick cock from her strained lips until only the head remained in her mouth once more. Mel quickly refilled her lungs with fresh air- she knew what was coming next, and her thighs squeezed together in anticipation.

Mel had never experienced anything quite like this before. When Bebe's thick, meaty member had first pressed against her lips, she'd expected the super-strong villainess to fuck her face like a rutting beast, hard and fast and relentless, with no regard for how Mel choked and gagged. There was a certain appeal to that sort of thing, admittedly… but instead, Bebe's hips pumped back and forth in long, smooth strokes, stretching and filling her throat over and over again. She could feel the power behind Bebe's motions, the unyielding force behind every thrust, but it wasn't wild, frenzied savagery, it was measured, calculated, and controlled- and undeniably intense! She knew exactly what she was doing, and exactly where and how to apply her strength to get the greatest impact.

And through it all, Melina was naked, forced down to her knees, the tiled shower wall at her back and her wrists pinned to the wall overhead, held in place by Bebe's unyielding iron grip. She was powerless, completely and utterly helpless to resist as the towering, mahogany-skinned amazon used her throat like her own personal cocksleeve! Well, helpless except for the signal Bebe gave her, but it was way hotter if she ignored that part. Mel looked up, her eyes roaming up the sculpted abs that filled her vision with every thrust, up between the shadowed undersides of Bebe's jiggling, grapefruit-sized breasts, and met Bebe's gaze as the A-list supervillainess looked down at her. She wore an easy, confident, and slightly sadistic smirk on her lips as she continued stuffing her cock down Mel's throat in deep, smooth strokes. Mel's woefully empty pussy clenched with envy as she wriggled her tongue against the underside of Bebe's shaft.

"Mmmh… That's it, slut, work that tongue." Bebe purred as she pistoned her hips back and forth relentlessly. "Worship that fucking cock. Show me how bad you want it!" She commanded.

"Mmh!" Melina moaned as Bebe's cock pulled out of her throat for a moment before plunging back in. Mel tightened her lips around the vain-marbled length, her cheeks hollowing as it pulled out the next time, producing an intense vacuum suction.

"Nnh, fuck!" Bebe groaned with pleasure, gritting her teeth. "You want it bad, don't you, bitch?" She growled. "You fucking love this, don't you? Getting dominated. Forced to submit. First, in the ring, then in bed…" A cruel smile crossed her lips. "Is that why you keep signing up for 'sweet surrender' matches?"

"Mh!" Mel whimpered, memories flooding her mind- memories of struggle, humiliation, and ecstasy. Memories of almost a dozen matches where she and another villain faced off in front of a roaring crowd of onlookers. Memories of being defeated, again and again. Some battles had been close, and others… not so close… and in some, she had the upper hand, only to fumble at the last second. Some of her foes were men, some women; there was even an amorphous shapeshifting mass, once; but at the end of each match, they all eagerly claimed their prize- her body!

The rules of sweet surrender were simple- the winner could do whatever they wanted to the loser for one hour, and the loser had to obey (barring leaving the ring, anything life-threatening or identity-exposing, and certain acts of depravity deemed too extreme for the audience).

Mel trembled as she remembered being forced to strip naked (except for her mask) over and over, in front of hundreds of spectators, with live footage being streamed to thousands more viewers online, feeling shame and lust in equal measure as her nipples stiffened and her pussy grew wet. Remembered feeling hands, claws, and tentacles groping lustfully at her curves, squeezing her ass, kneading her breasts, pinching, pulling, and teasing her sensitive nipples. Being forced to kiss, suck, and lick throbbing cocks, drooling pussies, sweaty balls, and wicked toys. Being fucked in every position, every hole violated over and over by cocks, by toys, by tentacles!

The memories crashed over Melina all at once, her empty pussy quivering with lust as she squeezed her thighs together to try and soothe the aching need inside her. All the while, Bebe continued to thrust, fucking Mel's throat like a high-class onahole, her heavy, cum-laben balls bouncing off the blonde's chin each time she bottomed out. Mel redoubled her efforts to please Bebe, her tongue writhing along the fat tube running down the underside of Bebe's shaft, sucking even harder than before.

"I guess that answers that!" Bebe groaned. "Mmmh, I fucking knew it! Nobody loses nine rounds of sweet surrender and then decides to sign up for a tenth…" She grinned. "-unless they're the kind of kinky little slut that gets off on it. You always put on a damn fine show, though I'm starting to wonder if you've been throwing the matches just so you can get fucked in front of everyone!"

Mel couldn't deny it, and not just because of the absolutely massive girl-dick fucking her throat. Every word was all too true- she was a naughty, kinky little submissive slut that got off on being dominated! She'd surely need to do some introspection to come to terms with that realization- but that would have to wait for a moment when she wasn't getting facefucked by an amazon with the biggest dick she'd ever seen!

Bebe grinned wickedly. "I've been after you for weeks. After I watched your match with Centuria, I knew I was gonna have to make you my bitch sooner or later."

Mel remembered the match with Centuria. She remembered being utterly overwhelmed by the powerful, muscular woman, tossed around like a ragdoll and pinned in the very first round. She remembered Centuria tearing her costume off, before calling one of her fans to bring her a box full of all kinds of exotic sex toys. She remembered being forced to suck a strapon nearly the size of her forearm; only slightly smaller than the shaft now pistoning in and out of her throat in the present. She remembered feeling it filling and stretching her pussy, being pinned down and drilled hard for all to see. She remembered Centuria inviting the arena owner, Casino, to join her in the ring, and remembered being forced to spit-polish a second, identical strapon for her to use. She remembered laying on the mat, pinned between the two women, her legs spread as they both forced those massive strapons inside her, one in her ass and one in her pussy! She remembered screaming in pain and pleasure as they stretched her holes wider than ever before, then feeling Casino's hand gripping her throat to silence her, manicured nails digging into the sides of her neck- and that feeling of a hand on her throat had set off one of the most powerful orgasms Mel had ever experienced!

"Nnh! Fuck, you want my cum that bad, slut?" Bebe groaned with pleasure.

Mel didn't even realize she started sucking harder as her excitement grew, hungrily milking Bebe's fat, throbbing cock with her stretched lips! Knowing that Bebe had seen her sweet surrender matches drove her wild- it was one thing to know you were being watched by an anonymous crowd, and another thing to know you'd been watched by someone specific! How many others had seen her matches? How many of her fellow black masks saw her cum like a slut on Centuria's strapon? How many civilians? If the videos had been leaked online, there was no telling how many of the people she passed on the street had seen them! Or even how many heroes! How many do-gooders thought of those videos every time she flirted with them or teased them during a battle? How many had tied her up for the police while fighting the temptation to drag her into an alley and fuck her brains out as punishment?!

Bebe's hips suddenly accelerated, bumping the back of Mel's head against the tile wall and dragging her attention back to the thick mahogany shaft pistoning in and out of her throat. She could feel it throbbing more and more intensely as it sawed back and forth over her wriggling tongue, feel it jolt and buck with the beat of Bebe's heart. Mel's eyes widened as she realized what it meant- Bebe was getting close! Mel abruptly began sucking even harder, her throat rippling around Bebe's meaty cock, hungrily milking her for her seed!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Bebe growled, gritting her teeth to try and withstand the onslaught of sensation. But it was too late, she was too close to the edge. Pleasure built and built in her core, like a flooding reservoir, pressure growing until she could feel the dam holding it back begin to crack! "Here it comes!" Bebe managed to grunt in warning.

Not that there was much Mel could do about such a warning- especially when Bebe pushed her hips forward, grinding against Mel's lips, every inch of her shaft buried in Mel's tight throat. Mel would have moaned, if she'd been able to breathe, when she felt Bebe's fat, egg-sized balls tightening against her lips, the monstrous member bulging out her neck throbbing almost violently. Between the perverse reality of getting throatfucked by a dominant amazon, the parade of lewd memories running through her mind, and the depraved fantasies of punishment dancing through her thoughts, Melina, too, could feel herself teetering on the verge of an explosive climax!

Bebe threw her head back, letting out a throaty groan as pleasure surged her, and the dam containing it crumbled, unleashing a tidal wave of sensation that crashed over her and swept her away. Her spine arched, her sculpted thighs, shapely ass, and rugged abs trembled as she ground her hipbone against Mel's stretched lips hard. Superhuman cum thundered through her loins before it rocketed up her shaft and straight down Mel's throat, before erupting from the tip in a finger-thick blast of thick, hot, potent seed! Planted deep in Mel's throat, the fearsome cum-cannon unleashed its salvo almost directly into her stomach with enough force for her to feel each rope strike and splatter inside her, already starting to fill her belly!

Mel came the moment she felt Bebe's cock lurch inside her as the massively hung amazon came down her throat. Electric pleasure exploded from her core as her empty, untouched pussy clenched uncontrollably, shooting up her spine and arcing along every nerve, her entire body trembling and spasming with bliss. Everything went white as white-hot ecstasy fried her already-overloaded brain, her thoughts burning away like scraps of paper in a firestorm. Her eyelids fluttered, the spasming muscles in her throat unknowingly milking the she-stud for more of her hot, creamy spunk.

Bebe groaned again as her monumental member lurched once more, a second blast of hot, thick seed pouring directly into Mel's stomach. Again and again the fearsome weapon fired, adding a third, fourth, and fifth volley to the growing pool of hot, thick cream sloshing in her belly. The overwhelming, all-consuming bliss of her climax began to ebb between shots, giving Bebe a moment of coherent thought. A moment was all she needed to overcome her baser instincts- the impulse to hold there, hilted in Mel's throat, until she was finished. No, this wasn't just about her own pleasure- Bebe looked down at Mel, taking in her expression of orgasmic pleasure. This was about making Mel her bitch, her fucktoy, her personal slut, always ready to suck and fuck at Bebe's convenience! She had to do this properly.

Mel's cum-addled mind stirred when Bebe's hips suddenly began to move! Still shaking slightly, Bebe's abs and thighs tightened as she slowly pulled back, dragging the throbbing, helmet-shaped crown up from the depths of Mel's stretched throat inch by inch. It bucked and lurched along the way, firing volley after volley of cum as it went, each shot splattering off the back of her throat, painting it white with thick, sticky seed.

It seemed to take ages for the full length of Bebe's massive, still-hard cock to slip from Mel's throat, but it didn't seem like her climax was coming to an end any time soon! Mel sucked in a breath of fresh air to placate her burning lungs as the head popped free, and nearly choked on the thick cum clinging to her throat in the process- she swallowed with an audible gulp before trying again, more successfully. The swollen head resting on her tongue pulsed once more and released another spurt- though it fired with less force than the first, there was still plenty to completely coat Mel's tongue in it's heady, salty, musky flavor. Mel began to wonder if Bebe's big, fat balls would ever run dry! As she rolled the pearly seed around her tongue, savoring its intoxicatingly lewd flavor, only for a second volley to splatter the inside of her cheek, part of her hoped the answer was no!

"Don't swallow yet." Bebe commanded, suddenly as a third spurt poured into Mel's mouth. Mel blinked, looking up at Bebe in surprise, only to see her grinning down at her, a wicked gleam in her eye. "And keep your mouth open." She added. Mel shuddered in anticipation.

Bebe shifted her stance, and much to Mel's surprise, she felt one hand come free, Bebe's hand releasing the wrist she'd kept pinned all this time, coming down to grip the base of her thick, steely-shaft. Bebe tugged her hips back until the head slipped from Mel's lips with a pop, her lips stretching for a moment to fit over the ridge, and brandished the beastly cock at Mel. It lurched in Bebe's grip, and Mel flinched as a rope of cum arced through the air and landed on her face with a splat. Mel shivered, feeling the warmth, the texture on her skin, the musky, nutty scent filling her nose. Beme's grin widened as her hand slid up and down the shaft, squeezing it from base to tip and milking out another dense rope of pearly white cream- it landed on Mel's upturned face with another weighty splatter, gluing one eye shut beneath it. Mel realized she'd moved to catch it on her face on her own- Bebe hadn't told her to do it. She knew Bebe wanted to see her face splattered and marked with Bebe's cum, and she'd moved to please her, without so much as a thought.

As Bebe continued to milk big, fat drops of cum onto Mel's upturned face and into her open, cum-flooded mouth, Mel shuddered. This was more than just a facial, she realized- she was being marked. Claimed. Baptized into a new life as Bebe's bitch.

"Now swallow it, and show me." Bebe ordered.

Mel didn't hesitate, she closed her mouth and swallowed, feeling the hot, thick, creamy cum flow down her throat and join the pool in her stomach. The taste of it clung to her tongue, and she dreaded to imagine what her breath would smell like- but she dutifully opened her mouth once more, letting her tongue roll from her mouth, showing it was empty.

"Good bitch." Bebe purred, smiling.

A wave of pride and satisfaction came over Mel as those two words rang in her ears. She smiled up at Bebe, her face still splattered with cum, one eye glued shut. "Thank you, mistress." She replied

"Now…" Bebe began with a grin. She let go of Mel's other wrist and gripped her wrist-thick, never-softening cock with both hands, angling it down to hover just above Mel's face. It's vein-marbled length was covered in a mix of glistening spit and pearly cum. Mel felt it drip onto her face, adding to the mess already covering it. "Lick it clean." Bebe commanded, grinning wickedly. "We're just getting started."