Miraculous Bitch Lucy

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

The dull bass shook Mike's body down to the last bone, when he approached the dancefloor. In combination with the booze, he had into, it elicted an unsteady feeling of excitement and epicness in his stomach. It was really odd music, they had choosen for the party. Some kind of dark, slow rock, with barely any singing which addressed drugs, death and the end of the world. But after all, it was a halloween party. The rhythmically swaying mass of bodies, belonging to representations of variours characters or creatures, appeared to love it.

Mike grabbed his massive package, clearly outlined by the red briefs of his superman costume, and made sure that his most impressive assets were in place to attract one of these countless girls in their skimpy, erotic outfits. His buddy had already scored one of the girls in those sexy FBI-uniforms and was currently making out with her on one of the couches in the back.

The FBI department seemed a bit off in between the more bloody and fantastic costumes that most people had gone for, but same applied for the only costume that Mike had found at his place. He had bought it at least ten years ago in middle school, and while it had been quite comfortable back then, the tight briefs stretching over his bulge now felt like he was constantly sitting on his balls. At least, the girls could get a clear view on what he had to offer.

Mike busted right through the small circle of a group of four tall, cute elves and joined in with everyone's slow swaying motion. While pressing his body deeper into the mass of bodies, he checked out the butt of catwoman, nicely presented in a tight, black suit that reflected the hazy lights from above on her sensual curves. Mike's briefs slowly but unrelentlessly tightened around his balls, as his dick began occupying more and more of the little space, they left for his junk.

He slowly pushed on into catwoman's direction, encouraged, as she turned around and they made eye contact for at least two or three seconds. A moment before he got to her, another body moved in his way. When Mike's eyes wandered down, he forgot about catwoman in an instant. The vampire girl stood with her back to him, arms loosly crossed over her head and swaying her body with graceful, passionate motions, putting an extra focus on the wide amplitude of the moves of her perfect butt.

With every tact of the slow, rhythmic pounding of guitars, that perfect rear lurked out from either side of the long cape on her back, which appeared to merge with her long, equally black and shimmering hair. Under the cape, the girl wore fishnet tights, interrupted only by very short and tight briefs, before the black net fabric continued all the way over her back, shoulders and arms. The large mesh-size of the material basically left her nude, except from the black slip and what from behind looked like a blood-red bra under the net. Her feet and calfs were clad in shiny, black high-heel boots that reached up until just over her knees.

Mike stared down at the girl's ass with an open mouth. She was dancing like in trance and had him hypnotized in an instant. He could only stand and stare at her mostly exposed, tight butt cheeks, that smoothly curved into the most beautiful set of thighs that he had ever seen. Wondering for a second, how this butt would feel like, Mike instantly regretted the thought, as it spread in his booze-dampened mind like a wildfire. Just a small, accidental touch, how could she complain on the crowded dancefloor?, Mike thought. Worst case, he would apologize and would already have opened a conversation.

While turning away from her, the lad "swung" his hand a bit too wide and gave her butt a light slap, just as it came out at the left of her narrow, long cape. As expected, it felt wonderful, very soft and smooth on the surface, but with a just perfectly defined muscle below.

A very unobstrusive, rather quiet instrumental interlude in between two songs made Mike feel left alone and exposed, as he continued dancing and pretended that nothing had happened. His heart raced, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Innocently, he turned around. An involuntary gasp escaped his mouth as he laid eyes upon the girl's front side. Although Mike couldn't spot much make-up in her face, it was a breathtaking mix of beautiful, dark and scary.

Her nearly black eyes quickly wandered down and up his body, halting for a moment at his clearly outlined groin with the massive half-boner following the thin waistband to the side of his briefs and stretching the fabric tightly over his plum-sized nuts. Mike could swear that looking at his package elicted a smile from her, while she lifted her eyebrows for a second. He took the chance and quickly checked out her front side, too. Her red B-cup bra under the wide mesh visibly struggled to contain what would at least have deserved C. Below, the fishnet erotically underlined the amazing physique of a woman that basically stood in front of him in nothing but her underwear.

While forcing up his eyes, Mike took a deep breath to come up with something fun and inviting. His words stuck in his throat when his eyes met hers. It was an absolute death stare, she gave him, filled with disrespect and what seemed like... pity. While her eyes maintained their intensive stare, her mouth suddenly opened in a wicked grin, exposing two rows of perfect, white teeth. Her canines stood out, just as Mike had expected from her costume, but they were not comically oversized and looked surprisingly real.

Suddenly, her eyes darted down, back to his groin, the evil smirk unbroken. Mike followed her eyes just in time to watch her right knee piston up at insane speed. A rush of adrenaline activated every muscle in his well-trained body, when he anticipated its target, but it was too late. Her sharp knee smashed into the two distinct, large bulges under the base of his dick and lifted his feet off the ground for a moment. Mike even felt the top front edge of her tough boots, that stood over her knee half an inch, when she bent her leg. It dug into the soft spot right behind his balls, cutting off their escape route from her bare knee, that was honored with the juicy part.

Mike fell on his knees and waited for the pain to kick in. It quickly came and turned his intestines around. He let out a long, deep moan that got swallowed unheard, by the deep, rumbling bass of the next song. Emasculating agony took over his whole, pathetic existence. The fabric of his tight briefs suddenly felt like a wrench on his testicles. Mike tried to pull it away, but realized, half abscent, that the girl held him up on his knees by both wrists with surprising strength.

When Mike regained control over his defeated body, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. His face displayed a single question - why? Without hesitation, the girl bent down and gave him a deep kiss, instantly shoving her tongue into his mouth. Defeated and awfully aware of the danger of her high boots right in front of his unprotected manhood, Mike did his best to return the favor.

What started as a short-lived, faintly acidic taste on the tip of his tongue quickly escalated and washed over his body like some supernatural power that took hold of him, cell by cell. His thoughts, circling around the brutal ache in his balls and his humiliating, helpless position in front of that incredible girl, began racing faster and faster. Like planets being pushed out of their orbit, they suddenly detached from the gravitational center of his mind and created chaos and confusion.

The bass of the slow, phlegmatic music filled the space below the dancing bodies like a viscous liquid. While all the people danced on top of it, Mike was left alone and unheard below. His mind tipped and melted away into the rhythm of the universe that suddenly undulated his whole existence.

The girl's soft lips disengaged and Mike opened his eyes. He found himself in a place that he didn't recognize. All the colors, sounds, smells and sensations around him had mixed up and dissolved the borders in between his senses. He felt, heard and saw the satisfied smile that the embodied center of beauty gave him from above. Next to her, a creature, half-woman, half-cat looked down at Mike, her furry ears pointing at him and underlying her amused expression.

The vampire who still held his wrists in a death-grip, nodded at her invitingly and the catgirl pulled her leg back and fired the tip of her high-heel shoe into Mike's unprotected balls. He screamed, when they exploded in a colorful pain that radiated into his core and made his stomach contract involunarily. The weak bits of sound that staggered from his mouth drowned in the lake of vibration that engulfed him. Mike wanted to sink onto its ground, but the vampire girl held him up mercilessly. Catgirl instantly pulled back her leg and gave him another kick, even harder than the first one. Then she threw her head into her neck, expelling a mean, joyful laugh, before she tousled his hair playfully and strode away.

Unable to move or think clearly, Mike felt himself lifted to his feet without effort. Something soft pressed onto his chest and the warm, comfortable zone quickly spread across most of his front side. His arms enclosed the woman's nice, warm body and Mike understood that she was holding him up in a tight hug, moving around with him, dancing.

His hands burned like on a hotplate, but in a wonderful way, when he placed them where her lower back curved into that breathtaking ass. Only a few narrow strings from her fishnet tighs obstructed the perfect experience of her bare buttocks below. His cock that grinded against her pelvis drew the remaining bit of strength from his body and thus increased the humbling strain on his tender, compressed testicles. His knees gave in and he moaned, but the girl effortlessly held his full weight and moved him around in the slow rhythm. They passed another dancing body and Mike shortly looked into the dead, hollow eyes of a skull. A greyish-blue, rattling chill ran down his spine.

"Lho... who are you?", Mike mumbled right into the woman's ear, his tongue heavy as if it was made from dark lead.

"You can call me Bustula", the girl giggled in an unfittingly sweet tone. "... or Lucy!"

A wall appeared behind Mike and in the moment, they bumped into it, his whole world seemed to flip. He was suddenly on his back, Lucy on top of him. The strange creatures that had replaced the costumed humans continued dancing on the wall, unimpressed by the sudden shift of gravity. Mike felt Lucy's hot, wet lips on his and quickly shook his head to escape her dark magic.

"Ohhh...", she exclaimed, disappointed. "Guess you prefer to have some more of this?" It took Mike a moment to realize the increasing pressure on his already aching balls. He looked down and saw that the girl had grabbed the front top of his red briefs and pulled them up with increasing strength, giving him a front-side wedgie. His balls looked like they were about to bust out from the streched fabric individually at any second. A long, pathetic whimper began, when his pain tolerance was exceeded. Mike tried to get his hands off her butt, but some power kept them in place.

"Please... kiss...", was all that Mike could press out through clenched teeth, begging her to stop. Laughing softly, Lucy lifted the elbow of her other arm from the floor next to Mike's head, supernaturally hovering right over him with no support but her feet at the wall below.

While maintaining the pull on his briefs with one hand, she placed her other on the two distinct bulges and explored them in detail with her fingers. Mike felt his eyes roll to the back of his head when her small, but strong fingers dug into his trapped meat. Laughing her cute laugh again, she suddenly let go, only to give his crotch a rough slap. It was just too much to take. Overwhelmed by everything, Mike's mind began escaping into the floor behind his head, simply leaking into the cold, numb matter.

"Oh no, not so fast.", he heard Lucy's strict voice. The tension on his briefs decreased, and suddenly both of her threatful hands skillfully slipped into the blue pants that he was wearing below the tight red briefs. Mike's mind reclaimed his tortured body and all air escaped his lungs in a deep sigh, when he felt one of her hands enclose around his hard cock, while the other one continued downwards to relishly encompass his bare balls below the two layers of fabric. It was a sigh of relief, as her hand finally shielded his tender testicles from the constant pressure of his briefs. But it was moreso a sigh of fear and intensive arousal. His massive cock pulsated in her hand and sent waves of pleasure into his body.

"Ohhhh god...", Mike moaned, when the sensation almost made him shoot out his load.

"God is not here to help you", Lucy stated in a cold, triumphant voice, before very slowly lowering her face on his and giving him another hot, deep kiss. While the previous trip of her dark magic had barely ebbed off, it had at least lost some of its overwhelming, chaotic character and effect on Mike's mind. With the new kiss, his thoughts and senses once again instantly spiraled out of their natural and sane boundaries and transformed the young lad into a mindless, ailing piece of horny meat.

His mind got lost somewhere in the mix of sensations from her cruel hand, digging her strong fingers deeper and deeper into his meaty balls, and her playful, teasing hand, stroking his dick passionately to continuously build up his desperation. When her tongue and lips withdrew very slowly, Mike felt a sudden congestion of his suffering. Her dark eyes sprayed with the energy that she had sucked from him.

Mike's tiny universe of pain expanded a bit, when the colorful patterns that raced across its outer border suddenly formed the oddly familiar head of a cyborg-like being, hovering over Lucy and looking over her shoulder at Mike. Its mechanical mouth moved and small waves of pressure stroked Mike's confused face. Suddenly, an arm appeared, with a hand, pointing up the thumb.

Next to the creature, a female FBI agent materialized, presenting an impressive cleavage and holding a large gun. Before Mike saw his chance and managed to ask her for help, she giggled and pulled the cyborg away. Lucy continued penetrating Mike with these dark, energetic eyes. Her amazing body, bare except from the thin patterns that slided across her skin like hundreds of tiny snakes, perfectly hid Mike's groin and her ball-squeezing hand in his pants from the two strange visitors. His hands were still pinned on her round butt cheeks, the tiny snakes racing through his slightly parted fingers. Suddenly, Lucy bit his neck playfully and then brought her mouth right next to his left ear.

"Sweetie, would you mind joining me at my place for a cup of... you?", she whispered conspiratorially, giggling softly, as she finished the sentence. Mike heard the words, but was unable to process their meaning. It didn't matter, anyway. Nothing would his opinion matter for the girl with the death-grip on his vulnerable testicles. He felt her lips on his mouth once again, her soft tongue playing with his, while her hands had full contol over the place on Mike's male body that united both the greatest pain and lust that could be elicted from his body. Fully surrendered to that mysterious girl that he had foolishly approached, Mike's mind finally soaked into the vibrating fabric of the universe and left behind the concept of time and place.

...

"...ake up!"... Clap! ... "Wake up!" ... Clap! ... "Wake up!" ... The monotonous loop echoed in Mike's mind when he regained his consciousness. He forced open his heavy eyelids and just in this moment saw the top of a bare, streched foot in fishnet tights land on the bottom of his openly hanging balls, making them bounce up on either side of his surprisingly erect cock.

The instant rush of agony and humiliation that he was welcomed with, cramped his stomach. Mike was fully nude and each of his hands and feet had been tied to some kind of diagonal cross, standing upright. The constant, dull pain in his groin left him uncertain about how many times the woman hat nailed him in the nuts while he was out. Mike couldn't grasp, just how humiliating it was, that the bitch had had her cruel fun with his genitals while he was not even conscious to know about it.

When he looked up, he found her without her boots, standing in front of him in a dark room that filled Mike with sudden fear. The walls and floor were made from rough cobblestone and the only light came from countless candles that had been lit all over the large room. The ceiling was at least fifteen feet high, and the absence of windows made it seem like an underground cave.

Except from the cross that he was tied to, the only furniture was a large bookshelf, a desk and a heavy wooden coffin that stood on a small rock platform in the center. A small fire was crackling in a small fireplace in the corner of the room and filled the air with some smoke. The intensive stench of weed was unmistakable and matched the dull, clouded state of mind that Mike was in.

"Oh good, you're back.", the crazy bitch in front of him said with some satisfaction. "Wouldn't want you to miss this." This said, she suddenly parted the fishnet suit from her neck and gracefully slipped out of it. A moment later, Mike's chin fell onto his chest, when she slowly took off the red bra and slipped out of her slip.

Even before she was fully nude, Mike realized that something about her had changed. While his mind was mostly clear from the effects of what she had drugged him with, a very similar disruption of reality now surrounded her supernaturally sexy body like an aura. Mike's cock almost bursted from the blood rushing into it, the moment she started pushing down the tiny piece of cotton that was the last bit of obstruction on the woman, beautiful beyond the boundaries of this world.

When Lucy straightened and stepped out of her panties on the floor, Mike could finally get a look at her now fully nude body. While her shaved pussy was absolutely amazing and Mike couldn't wait to see it, looking at it actually inflicted a grueling strain on his dignity.

The cruelty and sadism of her previous, repeated kicks into his manhood while he was out, suddenly felt twice as humiliating with her smooth, ball-less crotch exposed. Lucy smiled when she read his expression and spread her legs, to taunt him further with the absence of the exclusively male weakness.

The throbbing pressure in Mike's dick became nearly as painful as the dull ache in his swollen balls. As if she had read his thoughts, Lucy stepped forward and launched her hard shin into his groin from below, perfectly catching both balls again. Mike screamed in a high-pitched voice and rattled on the unyielding chains around his wrists.

"Don't you have anything nice to say to a cute girl who lets you see her naked?", Lucy asked teasingly, while pushing up her large, round boobs with both hands and wiggling her butt.

"Ohhhh... your boobs are nice...", Mike complied half-abscent while coping with the pain.

"Nice...? Nice?!", Lucy began a playful tantrum. Fast as lighting, she fired another bare foot into his helplessly swaying balls.

"Ouuuggghhhh... great... your tits are fucking great. Your butt is perfect and you are by far the hottest girl that I've ever seen naked in my life.", Mike quickly followed up, not sure how many more kicks his balls would be able to withstand. The black haired woman instantly relaxed.

"Awwwe... that's very sweet of ya.", Lucy said in cute, girlish voice that couldn't be more incongruous, given that whole fucked-up situation that she had put him in. Her nude figure elegantly floated towards Mike, a mystical attraction making his body eagerly await the incoming touch. An eternity passed, before he finally felt the amazing sensation of her bare skin all over his body. Lucy took his dick right in the small space between her pussy lips and the insides of her thighs, closed her legs, placed her hands on his muscular butt and leaned in for a kiss.

Scared of the mind-bending effects of her tongue, Mike bit on his lips and pulled away his head as far as the restraints allowed. He was already high as a squirrel from the pound of weed that she must have burned.

Lucy halted an inch in front of his face and closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted, ready for the kiss. Then, like in slow motion, she began sensually pushing her hip forward and back, her smooth, hot and clearly wet pussy lips and the soft skin on the inside of her thighs tightly grinding on his rock hard cock while she held his hip in place with her hands.

The sexual rush from his groin that had turned into a chaotic source of the most occupying sensations, was like nothing Mike had ever experienced. His whole body shivered intensively, when a breathtakingly wonderful sensation took every bit of control away from him. He involunarily bent over a bit and opened his mouth in a gasp. His lips perfectly found Lucy's and she instantly initiated another passionate kiss.

While the previous unearthly effects of her tongue had been scary and incapacitating, the induced trip this time was purely of sexual nature. The sections of his brain, that processed the sensations emerging from his groin displaced the remaints of his intellect and made the nude female body and his massive genitals the center of his existence. Everything faded behind her passionate tongue and her soft crotch grinding against his member that appeared to represent the majority of Mike's body.

He moaned like a madman into her mouth and felt that he was launched across the edge into an orgasm that exploded in his mind with the power of a million suns. The strange, intensified connection to the whole universe that his soul had established again, made him feel a distant supernova, tossing the life's energy of a massive star out into the dark void. But this was only the second biggest cosmic event that was currently going on, dwarfed by the sheer power of the sensation that violently shook Mike's paralyzed body.

As fast as the orgasm had set it, it was sucked away from him and left an empty void that dwarfed the universe itself. Lucy pulled back her head and smiled happily, her eyes sparkling with energy. Deprived of the miraculous sensation, Mike lost it. Even before Lucy pulled her hip back and smashed her knee into his balls, hot tears of unnamed desperation ran down his cheeks. After the first knee thrust, Lucy pulled her leg back and gave him another one. Then a third one. Her fingers dug into his tensed butt cheeks like claws and inabled him to dodge or reduce the impact in any way.

Just as the previous arousal, the raging agony from his flattened balls eclipsed his whole world on a sheer cosmic level. Everything became pain, mixed with emasculating humiliation, as he heard her exceedingly evil and joyful laugh somewhere in the back of his mind. Broken and defeated, Mike relaxed every muscle and loosely hung by his restraints.

Lucy's sensual mouth with its supernatural powers began caressing his chin and neck, before slowly working her way down. After taking a moment to tease the hard nipples on his muscular chest, she continued downwards and left little doubt about where she was going.

A short moment later, the dark power that imbued the fabric of existence changed direction and Mike's world once again became one of extreme joy and well-being. He forced his eyes open, his head loosely hanging over his chest, and looked at the miraculous bitch who was on her knees and sucked on his cock, struggling to open her mouth wide enough to get it in. One delicate hand wandered up on the inside of his thigh and grabbed his scrotum in between her thumb and index finger, placing his massively swollen balls in her palm.

Just before Mike was launched into his next cosmic orgasm, her other fist smashed into her palm and flattened his balls in between. Mike's eyes fell shut and the pain washed over his joy like a large wave at the beach. When it withdrew a bit and gave way to the solid well-being, she punched him again, resting her fist on his trapped, squishy balls for a moment.

Lucy repeated her tease and torture, until Mike lost count. He really had lost every sense of time, space, numbers and all the other things that helped humans to put their existence to order. Suddenly, the sharp pain in his balls missed its cue. The second, Mike realized that the relentless rhythm was broken, he was tossed over the edge and every bit of sexual energy that his body had left, shredded the last bit of order in the next orgasmic state.

Mike expected it to be stolen from him just as before, but it lasted for aeons while his cock shot out one massive load after the other. The ocean of joy that poured over him was beyond his comprehension and he asked himself, if it may have been worth it, just for this sheer endless moment.

While his mind still trapped beyond the event horizon of supermassive delight, Mike felt something pointy scratching down the shaft of his pulsating dick to his balls. Four sharp needles surrounded and captured his right testicle, halting for a short moment, before the pressure on them increased. Mike's loud screams echoed from the walls and disturbed the smoky room, until they found a sudden end.

...

Covered in sweat and panting hard, Mike shot up in a moment of heavy confusion. It took him a couple of seconds to realize that he was in his bed, alone. His hands instantly darted to his genitals and inflicted a sharp stinging ache, when he grabbed them way too roughly. The ache came with a feeling of great relief.

"What... the... fuck...", he yelled into the room, unable to grasp the wild mix of memories that shot up in his dulled mind. This had all been a crazy dream, right? The ache in his balls was real, though. So was the superman costume next to his bed.

"What the fuck...", he wispered, in strong contrast to his previous exclamation. Mike stood up and took another look at his balls in the light that fell through the window. A very distinct, and very obvious bite mark was formed by four small wounds in his scrotum covering his right ball.

"What the fuck..."