This choice: Under Helen, in her hideout • Go Back...Chapter #6Helen's Plans for the Puncher by: SmittySmith   Helen sat confidently atop a still unconscious Pint Puncher. She had reluctantly pulled him out of her ass and laid him flat on the floor of her secret hideout. She secured her arms and legs to the point that she was positive he could not escape. She had a plan for her greatest rival, but she wanted him awake when she revealed it.
She smiled as her mind ran through the events of the day, reliving the feeling of her beaten opponent landing unconscious in her ass, almost as if he was throwing herself at her in defeat. Her smile grew broader as she recalled the look on the faces of the terrified bank employees who had witnessed his defeat. The only thing that would make this day better would be if the news cameras were rolling. She wanted the whole world to know that she had the super hero the Pint Puncher trapped between her mighty butt cheeks. Her plan would ensure they learned of his defeat soon.
Helen sat forward, directly on top of the Puncher's throat and chest. She spread her nude legs and ass, ensuring her next blast would be as close to the Puncher's nose as possible without her sitting on his face. She wanted to see the look in his eyes as she spelled out her plan. She clenched and released the loudest fart she could, but ensured the smell was at a minimum. This was intended to wake him up.
At the sound of the blast, Pint Puncher's eyes shot open. He tried to move his arms and sit up, but found himself completely pinned. His eyes shot all around in terror. It was his turn to relive the events of the day, and it ended with the sight of Helen's massive ass right in front of him, just before everything went black. That ass was now directly on top of him. He looked up and saw Helen sitting with a beaming smile of victory on her face.
"Wakey wake little Puncher" she cooed. "As much as I enjoyed your submission to my ass, I need you awake to know what the rest of your pitiful life will look like." she said with a grin.
"Do you know what the best thing about having money is?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she said "It gives you the power to get any. Thing. You. Want. Like this little thing here." she continued, gesturing to a vial of red liquid in a syringe she was holding in her right hand.
"I was able to procure a bit of hair from our mutual friend Felicia. Some well paid, and since disposed of, scientists helped me isolate the source of her elastic powers and refine it into a solution. Strong enough to bond to you, but weak enough that it would give you no control of those powers." she said with a huge smile.
Without waiting for a response from the Pint Puncher, Helen plunged the syringe deep into the hero's arm and pulled it out empty. The Puncher felt pain all over his body. His body shook and convulsed against the bad science in the red liquid, but he remained conscious. When his body was still, Helen smiled.
"The key to your bonds is right over there on the table Punchy. Go ahead and reach for it." she said with a smile. The Puncher sighed, but played along. He reached with all his might, but the table was too far out of reach. He couldn't extend his arm any further than normal.
"Now let me try." she said, finally lifting her huge body off of him and allowing him to breathe normally. She wrapped her hand around his arm, the same one he was unable to stretch, and pulled. To his great shock, it stretched like a rubber band! It hurt a great deal, but Helen didn't seem to strain in pulling him a great distance at all. When she released her grip, his body snapped back into place. The Puncher winced on impact.
"Now that you're prepared, it's time to let the world know of my victory. I haven't fully decided how you should make your debut though. What do you think would strike terror better in the masses? Seeing their hero's body wrapped around my glorious curves like a thong? Or seeing you flattened against my glorious ass for all of time?" she asked.
She let her words hang in the air above the Pint Puncher, and they had a heavier weight on him than her ass ever could. His eyes shot open in terror. He fought against his bonds, tried to stretch his limbs, but could do nothing. Helen laughed, enjoying his struggles, but had finally come to a decision. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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