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  Supers 2

  Patrick Stewart

  Copyright © 2020

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  Disclaimer

  This book is intended for a mature audience.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Author Comments

  Chapter 1

  Two weeks had passed since Mayor Carcass’s death. Lucas was back in his old house on the outskirts of Buxworth. With the Red Heads no longer a threat, there was no reason to continue to stay in the small safehouse in Buxworth Town. He repaired the damage the Red Heads had done to his property. And now, he was living in a three bedroom house with four girls – Hannah, Michelle, Anika and Jenny.

  He’d slept with three of the girls, and the fourth, he literally owned, thanks to a magical serum created by a creepy Super. Living with all four girls, it sounded amazing on paper. In reality, there was the sexual tension, but also some awkwardness floating around.

  Lucas started every morning in the basement, working out in the gym he had set up there. Today was no different. After finishing his cardio on the treadmill, he pulled his top off and guzzled down half a bottle of water, the remaining half, he poured on his head. Lucas slid the boxing gloves on and got to work on the bag.

  He had to be careful now when boxing. Lucas was running out of punching bags. He’d ruined three in the past two days. He was down to his last one.

  It wasn’t his fault, not really.

  The meteorites that struck earth back in 2015 were full of blue crystals that gave the survivors superpowers. When Lucas set off to rescue his girls kidnapped by the Red Heads, he stumbled upon a green crystal.

  He’d seen it in action.

  It didn’t work like the blue crystals.

  The gang member that had absorbed the green crystal gained incredible powers. Powers that only lasted for a short period. And then, they killed him in the most horrific of ways Lucas had seen anyone die.

  And Lucas had seen a lot of people die.

  When he was confronted by Mayor Carcass, Lucas had no choice but to use the green crystal. It gave him the power to overcome the Super. And he was still alive.

  He was a Super now, according to Michelle.

  But Lucas wasn’t so sure.

  The first few days after touching the crystal, after having killed Mayor Carcass, Lucas felt great. He felt insanely strong and fast.

  But in the days since, there was a nagging feeling that it was wearing off, that eventually, he would be back to his old Normie self. Not that there was anything wrong with his old self. But Lucas wanted to check if he was right, if the power really was wearing off.

  He tested his theory on the boxing bags, punching hard, he ruined three bags. The tests were inconclusive. It seemed like yesterday, when he punched using the same force as the previous days, the bag took it well. And by that, it didn’t fly off the chain it dangled from.

  But today, as he worked on the bag applying the same force behind each strike, the bag shook violently, the chain at the top swung wildly. He was definitely stronger today than he had been yesterday, but not as strong as when he fought Mayor Carcass…

  This wasn’t how Supers were supposed to operate. Their powers, their strengths, it wasn’t supposed to fluctuate.

  Lucas reduced the power behind each punch, mindful of this being his last boxing bag. With his hands up, Lucas focused on his technique, doing quick one-twos and other combos, he worked up another sweat.

  “Damn, you look good,” Anika said.

  The black girl stood with her elbows resting on the bannister at the top of the stairs, smiling down at him.

  “How long have you been there?” Lucas asked, turning to face her, he wrapped his arms around the boxing bag.

  “Not long. Five minutes,” Anika said. “Maybe ten. Sort of lost track of time gazing at…” she gestured in his general direction.

  Lucas grinned. It was good to see her getting back to her old self after what the Red Heads did to her. Lucas felt no remorse in killing every last single one of them in that base of theirs, where they kept Anika and Jenny imprisoned, where they tortured the two girls.

  Anika watched him as he climbed the stairs, her eyes on his bare chest, she placed a hand on it as he came within reach.

  “I missed this,” she whispered.

  Her hand trailed down his body, coming to his boxing shorts, she lowered his waistband, freeing his cock, she stared at it.

  “You know you can touch it, right?” Lucas said, wearing a one-sided grin.

  Anika grabbed his cock by the head and looked up at him mischievously. “Of course I know that. This cock belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

  “You might want to talk to Hannah about that,” Lucas said.

  Anika raised an eyebrow. “And why would I want to talk to my lesbian girlfriend about your cock, mister?”

  “She hasn’t mentioned it?” Lucas asked, genuinely surprised.

  “Something about your cock? I think I’d remember that!”

  “Oh,” Lucas nodded. Somehow, he got the feeling this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have anymore. He’d much rather Anika played with his cock. She was still holding it in her hand.

  But it was not to be.

  “Oh. My. God,” Anika said, as she let go of his cock. “I get kidnapped for a week, and you turn my lesbian girlfriend into a cock addict?”

  That wasn’t exactly how it had happened.

  It was Hannah that came onto him.

  She wanted comfort. Naked comfort that somehow led to her coming to the conclusion that his cock was like a dildo, a human-battery operated one that was also warm. The girl had marvelled at how it was hard and soft at the same time.

  But saying all of that wasn’t going to help him get some from Anika. It would probably turn into an argument, or at the least, it would lead to more talking. Lucas didn’t want to talk. He wanted Anika to hold his cock again.

  “You’re not jealous, are you?” he asked.

  The anger on Anika’s face, whether it was real or a pretence, it vanished immediately, and she frowned. “Why would I be jealous?”

  Lucas shrugged. “If you’re not jealous, what’s the problem?”

  “I-” she stopped. “You-” she stopped again.

  That’s right, Lucas thought.

  She didn’t have a leg to stand on.

  Before Anika was kidnapped by the Red Heads, their house was occupied by the three of them. Lucas, Hannah and Anika. They had a strange relationship. Hannah was a full on lesbian, dating Anika, who was bisexual and occasionally slept with Lucas, much to the annoyance of Hannah.

  “Fine,” Anika threw her hands up. “I don’t like sharing Hannah, okay.”

  “But she shared you with me?” Lucas mutte
red.

  “Yes, I’m a hypocrite. What do you want?”

  “Just my cock looked after,” Lucas grinned.

  It took the fire from their argument, and Anika smiled, before laughing. She took his cock in her hand once more and dropped to her knees.

  Lucas reached down and pulled her thin blouse off. Anika had small breasts and often didn’t wear a bra. This was one of those often occasions. Lucas held her thick hair as her dark lips wrapped around his cock. He pushed it in gently, going back and forth, hitting the end of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

  It felt good to have her back.

  He went easy on her.

  She’d been out of action for a few weeks now. Saliva dripped down her chin as she struggled with his cock.

  Lucas was close to coming when he pulled his cock out. He scooped up Anika’s small frame and placed her bottom on the bannister. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. His hands fiddled with her skirt. It was hard to take off, considering how she was sitting on her bottom.

  Lucas wrapped an arm around her back. He pressed her body against his, her small breasts now squished against his rock hard chest. Anika grunted as he lifted her small frame up off the bannister and pulled her skirt down.

  His lips still locked with hers, her ass pressed against the bannister, he reached down and lifted one leg up.

  Anika was a flexible girl.

  It wasn’t hard for him to lift one leg and place the foot on the bannister, her other foot on the ground, her pussy now open and ready.

  Still kissing, Lucas took in her scent, her taste, her soft lips. Anika grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her pussy, warm and dripping, the lips parted and Lucas thrust his cock inside her.

  It was something he’d done many times in the past, driven his cock inside Anika when her pussy was dripping.

  It had never been a problem before.

  But this time, Anika stopped kissing and leaned over the bannister, her face scrunched in pain.

  “What’s wrong?” Lucas asked, his cock partly buried inside her cunt.

  “Hurts,” she muttered.

  Lucas looked down at her pussy, his cock half disappeared behind the dark flesh, a little of her pink lips protruded out, contrasting against her dark skin. There was still slight bruising on her pussy from when the Red Heads had kidnapped and tortured her.

  Lucas felt the skin around her pussy lips, pressed against the bruises gently and watched as Anika winced.

  Lucas made to pull his cock out, but Anika grabbed him by the balls and held him there.

  “I like you inside me,” Anika said. “I miss it… just… be gentle.”

  She massaged his balls as Lucas gently pushed more of his cock inside her.

  Anika let go of his balls and pressed her hand, palm flat against his chest, she pushed back, shaking her head. “No, no, no, hurts too much.”

  Lucas pulled his cock out as Anika rested against the bannister, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

  “I’d vow revenge on the guys that did this to you, but I think I already killed them all,” Lucas said.

  Anika grinned, but it was a short-lived grin. “I miss having your cock inside me,” she grumbled.

  “Same,” Lucas replied.

  “Yes, well, you have other options,” Anika said, before adding with a frown, “Stay away from Hannah.”

  “Never took you as the jealous type,” Lucas muttered.

  “Hannah belongs to me,” Anika said. She reached down and took his cock in her hands, rubbing the tip. “Besides, you’ve got Jenny.”

  “I don’t have Jenny.”

  “You do, actually. You literally have her. She belongs to you, remember?”

  Lucas did remember.

  Jenny was a Normie, a human without superpowers. She had belonged to a Super named Vengeance, a Super that had created a serum with two parts. A slave part, and a master part.

  Vengeance injected Jenny with the slave serum. His plan had been to inject himself with the master serum to turn Jenny into his eternal slave, to be able to command her mind and body as if it were an extension of his own.

  But Jenny managed to escape, taking with her the master serum stored in a syringe. Lucas stumbled upon the girl in his local café, where he saved her from another Super. Partly in thanks, mostly out of desperation, knowing Vengeance would be after her, Jenny injected Lucas with the master serum.

  She belonged to him now in a way that he didn’t feel entirely comfortable with.

  He could sense her when she was close. Right this moment, he knew she had just woken up and was in the kitchen.

  Lucas could do more than just sense her.

  He could possess her, take full control of her body.

  It had proved useful when the Red Heads had kidnapped Jenny and Anika. Lucas had possessed Jenny and found out the location they had been taken to.

  Lucas didn’t know if possessing her had caused the change, or if it was just a natural progression of the master and slave serum.

  But something had changed.

  “I can’t have sex with Jenny,” he said softly. “I don’t think I can even be around her.”

  “You can say that again,” Anika laughed.

  “Huh?”

  “We’ve all noticed how you are around her. You barely look at her. You leave the room as soon as she enters. When she tries to talk to you, you give half sentence replies. We know you’re the silent, brooding, dark and mysterious type, but with her its more than that. You’re rude. Its like you hate her.”

  “I don’t hate her!”

  “What is it then?” Anika asked. “Because Jenny sure as hell feels like you hate her.”

  “She does?” Lucas asked. “How do you know?”

  “She told me!”

  “You girls talk?”

  “Yes, Lucas, of course we talk! It’s what girls do, Lucas. Especially when the girls have been cooped up in this house for weeks.”

  They had been cooped up partly because pretty much everyone bar Hannah had taken a beating in the past few weeks. And partly because Lucas thought it would be a good idea to keep a low profile after having killed both the Mayor and the leader of the most powerful gang in town.

  There would be chaos in Buxworth Town. Best to wait till things settled and the girls recovered fully, mentally and physically.

  “What uh… what did she say?”

  “I don’t want to get into that,” Anika said, her eyes lowering to focus on his cock.

  It was classic Anika. Bluntly avoiding a conversation solely because she didn’t want to talk about it. Not because it was confidential, or something like that.

  Anika had small breasts, but in comparison, large nipples, both of which were pierced by round rings. The girl had a kinky side to her, one Lucas had occasionally played with.

  He decided now was the time to play some more.

  He raised his knee and pressed it against her abdomen, just below her breasts, he took her nipple rings in each hand and pulled while he pushed forward with his knee.

  “Ow,” Anika moaned, her eyes flashing anger. “What the hell are you doing?”

  Lucas didn’t respond, but continued to pull on her rings, stretching her nipples. This was how it began, with Anika putting on a show of force that very quickly faded away.

  It had been her idea to do this in the bedroom.

  And after that, Lucas found it had its uses elsewhere too.

  “Oww,” Anika repeated another moan, but this time, she did not meet his eyes with defiance. Instead, she stared at his cock, her features softened as she stroked it.

  “What did Jenny say?” Lucas asked.

  “She thinks you hate her, thinks you can’t stand to look at her,” Anika said, still rubbing his cock. As precum leaked out, she wiped it away with her thumb and sucked it clean as she met his eyes, lust in them.

  “I don’t hate her,” Lucas said.

  “I don’t care,” Anika replied. She pushed her hips f
orward and rubbed his cock against her bruised pussy. “Let’s try again,” she said. “I think I can take it.”

  “I don’t hate her,” Lucas repeated.

  “That’s great,” Anika pressed the tip of his cock against her warm pussy.

  “It’s just… when I see her, I want her so badly.”

  “Okay… she wants you too. I don’t see the problem?”

  Lucas knew Jenny wanted her too. He could literally sense it, thanks to Vengeance’s serum. He should have killed that creepy bastard when he had the chance. He had a gut feeling he was going to regret not having done so.

  “It’s different. When I see her, I-” Lucas stop and let out an exasperated sigh. “I see her as a piece of meat that belongs to me. I think of fucking her hard, rough, not caring if she has a good time or not.”

  Anika stopped working his cock, having pushed the tip against the entrance of her pussy lips. “That doesn’t sound like you…”

  “I know!”

  “Do you think that serum is messing with your brain?”

  “I don’t know,” Lucas muttered.

  “What are you going to do?”

  Lucas shrugged. “Any ideas?”

  “If those thoughts are going through your head, I suppose it makes sense.”

  “What makes sense?”

  “The thoughts Jenny’s having. She’s desperate for your touch. The poor girl is confused and in tears, I might add.”

  “Tears?”

  “Yup. She doesn’t understand why you keep ignoring her. You should do something about it. Like it or not, she belongs to you. Maybe take her on a date?”

  “Date?”

  “Stop repeating everything I say.”

  Lucas frowned. “How would a date be the answer to my problem of-” he stopped.

  “Your problem of seeing her as a piece of meat to fuck?” Anika asked, causing his frown to deepen. “Get to know her. Maybe that’ll help. You know, add some personality to go with that image of the piece of meat you see,” she grinned, pleased with herself. “Besides, it’ll be good for her to get out of the house, get a change of scenery.”

  It wasn’t the worst idea.

  Going on a date wasn’t what it was like back in 2015. He couldn’t take her out to movies, and he wasn’t interested in taking her clubbing – that could turn out badly, what with the way his brain was affected by the master serum.