[OPM4A] One Pump Man: The Divine Dominatrix
“Sir, she’s broken into the facility an-” The man’s voice cut out as the screens flickered to static, followed by a terrifying display of immense authority, sending both dark tendrils of fear and arousal throughout the room as the woman began to speak, her voice akin to a succubus - with both the tantalising promise of desires being fulfilled but a more sinister undertone beneath the surface.
“Hello boys.” She paused, looking around as if peering through the screens on all the monitors in the darkened room, the red lights of emergency flashing over in a hypnotic rhythm.
“And girls.” The corners of her lips tugged upwards in an a cheshire grin that spoke volumes to her confidence. They might have been an elite military group, trained for years to withstand countless situations but to her they were mere ants, nothing more than insects waiting to be stamped out. Beads of sweat began to form, growing to bullets as eyes stayed transfixed to the screens, all of them deer in the headlights of the awe-inspiring power that emanated through the electronic devices. A fallen angel, coming down from the divines and being outcast for lechery, seeking to wreak vengeance upon humanity.
Her lips parted once more and only two words followed.
“I’m coming.”
Horripilations of dread ran down the spines of all who bore witness, not a single one of them able to prevent the trembling of their muscles, not a single one of them able to control their impulses to run and hide and not a single on of them able to purge the deity in human form from their minds. All of them would submit, it was only a question of how much borrowed time they possessed.
“S-sir?” The man managed to scrounge up the remaining scraps of his voice, looking to the stricken general for guidance. This was a man he revered as a god, a tactical genius and an immortal on the battlefield who has seen countless perish before his hand. Not even he was able to withstand the oppressive power that exuded from that devil of a woman.
“God help us all…”
”Reporting live from City A, this is Sarah Jones. The threat level is currently unknown, but experts estimate it to be at-” The voice cut, the camera dropping as all the denizens suddenly fell to their knees, what followed were strangled wailings of unexpected pain and pleasure.
“I guess I’ll go,” Smutama muttered to himself, hauling his body off of the couch and heading off, all the way from City Z. Adorning a his usual attire of a mono-yellow suit and white cape, Smutama unhurriedly took the subway. Sure, he could run there and leap over terrain, bounding to the scene in mere minutes - possibly less - but there was an article about pegging that piqued his interest in his magazine and the train ride would give him ample time to go through it all.
The ride stopped a couple kilometres short of his destination, no matter as he’d finished up the article around ten minutes prior. Sprinting faster than any normal human, and almost faster than most of the S-rank heroes in the business it took him only seconds before he reached the devastated city. All around lay puddles of humans, curled up, splayed out or twisted into unsavoury positions, cum dribbling from their sexes and tears flowing freely down their cheeks.
She had done this.
2 A-rankers lay along the concrete, they had fared no better than the average person, mumbling and whimpering. Broken. Eyes hardened, he set forth picking up the sounds of a girl crying, at the cusp of finishing high-school with tears streaking down her face as she sobbed over the two tatters of human beings before her - parents.
The Divine Dominatrix, Scarlet, stepped up behind the distraught soul reaching out with her riding crop, preparing to deliver an almost fatal blow that would break the poor girl. Her hand raised, speeding down faster than the eye could follow. The air whipped, screaming in protest at the speed, causing currents to sway as the crop bent with the force before… hitting nothing. She raised her head curiously, looking around before she spotted him, our hero of the story, Smutama. Arms wrapped protectively around the distressed teen, he set her down and sauntered forth.
“And just who are you?” Scarlet sneered, taking a step forward to meet him. This fool is out of his mind if he thin- Her train of thought was cut off as the man spoke.
“I am Smutama, a hero who does this as a hobby. You?” He spoke with the nonchalance of a cat treating their owner, surveying the surrounding area with a bored look upon his face as if he was not faced with any threat at all.
Scarlet twitched, irked at the man’s insolence. She was a fucking deity, a living, breathing goddess amongst mortals and this… this abhorrent human dared approach her with such ease? He should have been down on his knees, begging to serve, imploring her for mercy and needing to submit with every inch of his body. But he didn’t. He simply stood there, completely unperturbed by her aura of domination. Perplexed she marched up and stared down his average stature from her stiletto heels.
“I am the apostle of domination, I am a godlike being, I have-” She took a step back, being a divine dominatrix she had the power to glimpse into the future whenever an orgasm occurred in her vicinity in the following few seconds. Her blood ran cold, ice running through her veins as the vision passed and the timeline changed. Had she taken another step or spoken another word… a single bead of sweat ran down her back between her cheeks. This man…
Lying on the concrete, eyes rolling into the back of her skull as cum oozed from her aching pussy. It had been a flash and it was suddenly over, her whole body was set alight and quivering like a leaf in a hurricane, torn apart by pleasure and unable to move, unable to think. She was a broken entity, reduced to a mere whimpering mess. A pathetic puddle, wracked by inordinately powerful orgasms that had no right to exist. Her whole body lay limp, senses no longer existed in her world, there was only the ocean of pleasure that held her down, stopping her breath and preventing all else as the immense pressure crushed her, pushing her into a corner and relentlessly grinding at the final shreds, the remnants, of her rationale.
Smutama didn’t even blink.
Prompt Status: Closed
So, instead of something witty and clever I'm going to explain the premise. There will be tension, there will be build up and plenty of ridiculous monologues that are waved away at a moment's notice. And there will be, as the title implies, a single hip-thrust from out her to defeat the villains. I have no idea how long that premise will last, but it's a fun idea I've had. Also, it'll be co-written, with shared control once we talk a bit about the characters.
Posted Apr 22, 2016, 10:43 PM UTC · edited