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Blaze in the Basement	By : Shinkansen Category: +S through Z > Streets of Rage Views: 3689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blaze Fielding hurt. That was her first sensation, as her mind clawed its way back into consciousness: that her body ached all over. It was an all-over sensation; her mind was still too cloudy to pinpoint exactly where she hurt, or why she hurt. There was only that dull throb of pain. But she could handle pain.
Slowly she opened her eyes, her eyelids sticking together. She blinked, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. She was in a dark room. The only light came from two small bridge lamps at either end of a long table, about ten feet in front of her. How large the room was, she couldn't tell, but there was an echoing quality to the sound that implied a larger space.
She immediately felt how cold and damp the air was. Her skin crawled with goosebumps and she felt her nipples harden. She was far underdressed, anyway. Instead of her regular street clothes or police officer's uniform, she had been wearing her fighting outfit, suited to the balmy nights on the city streets. A bright red tube top that started just above the swell of her breasts and ended well above her belly button showed off both her finely muscled shoulders and corrugated stomach. A mini-skirt, the same flaming red as her top, was all that covered her waist, ending just below her buttocks.
It was a holdover from her days in Vice, posing as a hooker. When she and her friends Axel and Adam had first taken to the streets to personally clean up the city, she found that the outfit was practical as well: it allowed freedom of movement and offered very, very little for an opponent to get a grip on. But down here, in the dark and cold, it only made her feel naked and exposed.
In fact, she realized, she was exposed. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized she was bound, spread-eagled, to two support posts that ran between the floor and the ceiling. Her wrists were in manacles, connected by a thick rope to each post. Her ankles were likewise bound, forcing her legs apart. The pain was coming from having her limbs splayed out, she realized. How long had she been hanging here? She gave an experimental tug on the chains. They were heavy, but the manacles were not cruelly tight; given enough time she might be able to work herself free. But the unnatural angles of her arms and legs meant she couldn't get any weight behind her struggles. She tried to calm down, focus, force herself to think of a way out. But the pain, the chains, and the vulnerability she felt with her open arms and legs combined to send the first shivers of panic running through her body. Despite the cold, Blaze felt herself begin to sweat.
Somewhere behind her, she heard a large, heavy door open and shut. The boom of the closing door rolled through the room, rebounding and echoing with a hard finality. As the sound died, Blaze heard the sharp click-click of heels coming across the concrete. The sound came up behind her, and she felt her muscles tense and her sphincter tighten involuntarily, but the footsteps passed around her, in front of her, and into the light.
The first thing the light caught was thick waves of golden hair tumbling around a pair of shoulders. The face that hair framed was gorgeous, with full lips and high cheekbones. The eyes glittered and smoldered with their own fire, and Blaze felt afraid of what she saw there. The figure was dressed in a latex singlet, with a high collar that came up to just below her jaw, barely contained the figure's ample breasts, ran down in a V-shape to her crotch. Her creamy white skin was exposed on her bare arms, but she wore long gloves that came up to her elbows. Likewise she wore thigh-high boots with long, stiletto heels. Boots, singlet, and gloves were all a deep bluish-purple color. Hanging loosely in the figure's right hand was a black leather whip. Their eyes met, and Blaze spoke a single word.
"Electra."
The woman's red lips parted in a sultry grin, and she batted her eyes seductively. "In the flesh, Ms. Fielding. Surprised?"
"I shouldn't be," Blaze answered. "After we took down Mr. X we never found you. We rounded up most of the other punks like Galsa and Big Ben, but you and Shiva were never found. I figured you two had skipped town."
"Shiva did," Electra sat on the corner of the desk, laying her whip down between the two lamps. "I didn't have anywhere to go. All I could do was wait. And dream."
"Dream what?"
"About today," Electra said, and smiled again. "About what I wanted to do to you and your friends for ruining my life. I dreamed about you the most, Blaze, because you're the one who beat me." As she spoke, she moved aside a sheaf of hair to reveal a long, thin scar that ran from her hairline, past her ear, down to her jaw. "You were so full of yourself, so self-righteous, so… so…" Electra waved her hand in frustration. "You thought you could just come into my bar, beat the shit out of everyone, like that would solve everyone's problem. We owned this town. It would only have been a matter of time until we got you, until I got you back…"
"Your gang held the entire city hostage!" Blaze cried. "The cops you didn't buy you killed! I read your file before we started. I know what you've done, even before you joined up with Mr. X. So don't play the victim for me, lady. You can flash your eyes and shake your tits and it might fool some people. But I know who you are. Or is that why you're so upset? You had a nice little career singing, and running a cozy little whore house upstairs. Afraid you'd have to go back to stuffing bags of dope up your ass just to scratch by?"
Electra was of the desk in a heartbeat. In a single bound she came up to Blaze and slapped her hard across the cheek. The latex glove made a sharp smack as Blaze's head rocked back. She bit down on her cry of pain. She didn't want to give this psycho slut the satisfaction. But then she felt warmth against her skin, blond hair was in her face, and she smelled a light perfume mixed with leather and latex. Electra had embraced her, wrapping her arms around Blaze's waist, thrusting her hips against Blaze's own. Blaze felt overwhelmed, and this soft, enveloping embrace frightened her more than the hard slap had done. Electra began to slowly stroke her hair, speaking softly, almost a whisper.
"You can hurt me with your words, Blaze, but that's all you can hurt me with. I have many more… ways to hurt you. And I want to hurt you so bad. Mmmm, I can't wait to… hurt you. Make you feel a little bit of my pain."
As she was speaking, she began kissing Blaze's ear, running her tongue over the ridges of her earlobe, sticking her tongue into her ear. Blaze squirmed and tried to get away, but Electra held her fast. Blaze was disgusted and repulsed. But there was a deeper feeling, an unease mixed with terror about what might happen next. And worst of all, underneath it all, she felt a few shivers of pleasure course through her body. As Electra nibbled on her ear, Blaze felt the tingling sensation in her stomach, running like fire down to her pussy. Oh God, was she starting to get wet? Please no, she thought. Please don't let this happen.
Then she felt something else, and this made her utter a small moan of surprise. Electra was grinding her hips against Blaze, and there was something where there should be nothing. And this something was… growing! Electra heard her moan, and stepped back. Her face had a high flush to it, her eyes and lips had that slack, dull quality found only on the truly aroused.
"I lost my right arm below the elbow when I was just a young woman," Electra said. "Car crash on a regular route. They had to amputate but it got infected. They gave me a week to live. Mr. X came to me in the hospital. I knew who he was, but had never met him before. He said he had scientists and engineers that were working on some super big, super secret project. He offered to save my life in exchange for my body. They needed a human test subject he said. Of course, I was in no position to argue.
"They took me to this lab and put me under. When I came to, I had my right arm again," she reached over with her left hand and pulled her right glove down. There, below the elbow, instead of flesh, her arm was dark grey metal. "And I also had this."
With her right hand, she took the crotch of her singlet and moved it aside. Blaze's eyes boggled and her mouth hung open in complete and utter dismay. Between Electra's legs, half-erect and hardening by the moment, was a massive, thick cock. Blue veins ran up the length of the shaft to the dark dead. The testicles hung potently down. The entire thing was neatly shaved. A drop of precum glistened at the tip of the cock.
"What the fuck…" Blaze muttered.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Electra casually flicked the stiffening cock with her fingers. It swayed slowly up and down. "X's scientists were working on genetic and cosmetic alteration in addition to robotics. At first I was royally pissed off, you can imagine. I thought they were going to just fix my arm. But they left me my pussy too, can you believe it? Blaze, the first time I came with my pussy and cock at the same time, it was like nothing anyone has ever felt before. They gave me this gift. And ever since I laid eyes on you, Blaze, darling, I wanted to give it to you."
"Don't fucking touch me with that thing you freak!" Blaze tried to recoil but couldn't. Her eyes widened with fright as Electra began walking toward her, slowly stroking her shaft up and down. Electra dabbed the precum on the end of her finger, raised it to her lips, and sucked it off. She then put the finger to her pursed lips.
"Shhhh, Blaze," Electra gave a thin smile. "Don't be so rude. I'm going to enjoy myself. You might as well try to enjoy yourself to."
Electra knelt on the floor in front of Blaze. For one crazy instant Blaze thought Electra looked like she was going to propose! Instead, she placed her hands on either side of Blaze's waist, and rubbed her cheek up and down Blaze's hard, ridged stomach. Electra began to moan softly.
"You have such a wonderful abdomen, Blaze darling," Electra purred. She ran her tongue across the hard muscles. "And such a cute little belly-button!" With one hand, she casually traced the outline of Blaze's navel. For such a flat stomach, Blaze's was unusually deep. Electra put her nose in it, and inhaled deeply, as if she was smelling a beautiful flower. "I love belly-buttons, Blaze," Electra said. She began to give soft little kisses around it, running her tongue as deep as it would go, pressing slightly against the nub of hard flesh at the bottom. "And yours is so perfect. I wish I could fuck it, Blaze. I wish I could take my cock and stick it in your cute little belly-button and slide it in and out. I want to fill it up with cum and watch it dribble out."

As Electra was talking, Blaze felt the warm, wet sensation of her tongue in her navel. It felt like she was being eaten out, the way Electra was kissing and sucking and probing with her tongue. And then, suddenly, she felt it. From no where it came, building quickly, an orgasm. Her hips gave a short but violent jerk. A small one, but it had happened. She had cum from having her belly-button eaten out.
"What the shit was that?" Blaze gasped, her breath coming in short hitches.
"Interesting," said Electra, rocking back on her haunches and looking appreciatively up at Blaze. "I've heard that was possible but never seen it. You are kinky, aren't you Blaze darling? I knew those outfits you wore were more than show. And the way you lashed out. I remember our fight Blaze. I remember that look in your eye as you kicked me, beat me, dominated me. And I remember the look in your eyes when I hit you."
Blaze closed her eyes. She felt tears welling up inside her at these accusations. She wanted Electra to be wrong, wanted her to be wrong so badly. But she was afraid. Yes, she was afraid Electra was right. Didn't she feel a primal thrill when she was able to dominate somebody with her own body? And didn't she secretly love the danger, when she was fighting for her life against some massive thug who had pounded her, almost knocked her out, almost left her bruised and bleeding and helpless. But there had always been friends to help her out. She had never been alone, and she had never failed.
But now she was alone. Bound, helpless, and alone. Her cheek still stung from Electra's vicious slap, and her pussy still quivered with the aftershocks of the orgasm. She was terrified, and for the first time she realized how much danger she was truly in. And she had never felt more excited in her life.
All these thoughts passed through Blaze's mind in a short moment. She desperately tried to avoid Electra's gaze. But those smoldering eyes were starting up at her, and Blaze couldn't help it. Their eyes locked. And Electra knew.
"Oh, Blaze, darling, I knew it! And you know it too! Now I want to hear you say it." Blaze shook her head, her brown hair flying. "Say it!" Again, shaking her head no. "Well, then, we have a problem."
Electra got up and walked to the table. She casually picked up her whip. She turned, and Blaze saw.
"No wait, you don't have to use that," Blaze whimpered. But Electra had already unrolled the coiled leather beast. In her other hand, she had a small buck knife. She walked back to Blaze, and hung the long whip over Blaze's shoulders.
"I don't have to," she smiled, putting her nose inches from Blaze's. She drew the knife lightly against Blaze's stomach. Blaze's muscles bunched, trying to get away from that deadly point. Suddenly Electra drew the knife up, and it sliced effortlessly through the fabric of Blaze's top. Her naked breasts popped out, bouncing slightly with their new freedom. They weren't large breasts, not as large as Electra's. But they were firm and well-proportioned. Blaze's areolas were large, however, and puffy, with that ripe strawberry color.
"Oh what a shame it would be to whip the skin off of this beautiful pair!" Electra exclaimed.
"Yes, a shame, so you don't have to do it right?" Blaze asked. "You can suck on them if you want. Tit fuck me with your cock, even. But don't whip me, please!" Blaze pleaded. She maybe loved the pain, maybe, but hey, this was going a bit too far. Then Electra was gone, and as Blaze strained, she couldn't hear anything. Then she felt the leather whip slowly dragging across her skin, and she knew Electra was behind her, and she knew the leather whip was being slid off her by Electra, and he knew what was coming next.
But that didn’t help when the pain came. With a sickening crack, Blaze felt white hot fire trace along her back. The tears that had been building up finally began to spill, hot and wet down her cheeks. Blaze bit her lower lip to stifle the cry she wanted to give. When the pain came again, it was too much, and she screamed a high pitiful scream that ended in a sob. And she hitched in her breath and the pain came a third time and she bawled out a full-blown sob, and she was crying now, whimpering, and as the whip laid into her a fourth time she screamed again and it seemed unbearable, she hurt so bad, she wanted it to end, she couldn't think of anything else but stopping that horrible pain.
"Pleas stop!" she screamed. "Please please please stop!"
"Say it!" Electra bellowed behind her, and the pain came a fifth time and Blaze couldn't think of going on, couldn’t think of standing that pain any more.
"Please don't!" she sobbed. "I'm just a worthless slut that had no right to try to hurt you and I'm so sorry, so fucking sorry and I'll never do it again and I'll be a good girl I promise if you won't hit me again!"
And she felt Electra's breath on the back on her neck and felt her hair pulled tight and her head forced back and there was Electra's face next to hers. Blaze felt Electra's right hand grab her thin cotton panties. With a low rip, they were gone. Blaze felt the cold air across her naked pussy and shivered.
"Good you learned your lesson, Blaze darling," Electra snarled. "You finally got it right. Now to make sure you don't ever, ever forget it!"
And then Electra was inside her, and Blaze felt the rock hard cock tear past her pussy lips and up inside her. In and out, in and out, Electra pumped furiously. Blaze could feel the head go deep, felt the hard shaft rubbing against her clitoris, and the pain across her back and the pain in her sex as she was violated combined and she felt yet another orgasm coming, building slowly, and she lost track of time as Electra humped faster and faster. And Blaze came, bucking her hips and moaning, ashamed and afraid and in pain as the most intense pleasure of her life cascaded through her and she screamed again.
"Oh, Blaze," Electra moaned as she pounded her hips furiously and Blaze had time to think a crazy thought (god I hope she doesn't get me pregnant!) before suddenly the connection was broken and the pain was gone and Blaze wondered what was happening and then she felt those hands on her ass checks, spreading them wide, felt her right buttock in an iron grip, like the fingers would tear into her muscle and rip her ass out, and she was terrified all over again. She felt the pressure of that hot, quivering cockhead pressing up against her tight asshole, felt how slippery it was with the juices from her own pussy, and then Blaze felt a hot column of pain as Electra's cock pushed into her rectum and there was no pleasure this time, just that white pain as her ass, her small virgin ass, was torn in two.
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