She opened her mouth to cry but her jaws felt as heavy a slab of stone. Suddenly, Alex's godlike figure appeared in her mind. Like a demon that had been summoned, he looked dreadful, clothed in dark flowing robes with black smoke flowing from his feet. Horrified by the suddeness of this nightmare, she tried to close her eyes to force herself into waking up. But that proved futile as well.
Finally, a thick oppressive darkness enveloped her, rescuing her from the nightmare. Catherine welcomed it gladly.
By the time she was fully resusitated, she found herself in an abandoned factory, alone with Alex. Immediately she set her sight on him, a sad sob rose in her throat.
"Please Alex!! Let me go!! You don't have to do this!!"
A look of disappointment streaked across his face. He shook his head disapprovingly; "Wow! Really Catherine? After all that, one would've thought the first thing to come out of your mouth would have been an apology. Instead, you're still trying to tell me what to do??"
Catherine realized her mistake a little too late, and opened her mouth to offer some half-baked apology. But her captor held up his hand, indicating that she be quiet.
"Don't do that Catherine. Apologizing now would only make me mad, because we both know you're not truly sorry."
Seated on the hard, dirty, concrete ground of the abandoned factory, her toes curled up, and the pure look of fright in her eyes, Alex never thought he would see Catherine in this light. She had never looked so vulnerable before, so tender, or so appealing...
The mere thought of Catherine in that light was enough to activate a little bit of his godlike powers.A wicked idea began to take form in his mind.
"Oh stop whimpering, it doesn't suit you. Tell you what, how about we play a game? If you win, I'll let you go. If you don't, well..."
He left the rest to her imagination. Sure enough, Catherine sat upright, eager to please. A devilish grin formed on his face.
"Good girl, good good girl. Now listen, the rules are pretty simple. If you can hold back your sexual euphoria from my touch, I'll let you go. Do you understand?"
Catherine was definitely not expecting that. Was this the Alex she knew?
"Stop looking like that, answer me if you understand me. I said, if you can keep yourself from climaxing, or even getting turned on at all, you win. And true to my word, I'll let you go...that is, if that's what you'll want by then..."
It was a pretty bold request, but she was pretty shaken up now, and she doubted her biology would coperate with any kind of sexual preference right now. At least that was what she thought. So, she quickly nodded in afirmation.
Alex shook his head, "NO. Say the word, I need your verbal consent."
Catherine pursed her lips, and muttered the word; "Deal."
Instantly, Alex unleashed the savage power of the Eye of god. This ability had proven to be ruthlessly effective against human beings. Now, he was going to use it to discern all of her sensitive spots. Alex's vision instantly changed to a mode that resembled infra-red imaging. But instead of reading heat signatures, what he was seeing instead was the ultra sensitive spots on her body, and on her pussy. They called out to him.
Alex slowly walked over to her with the finesse of a panther. Catherine's breath was almost seizing now, because of the way he was looking at her. He sank down to his knees so he could be on the same level with her. With graceful ease, he gently parted her thick thighs until her skirt rolled back, revealing the soft delicate part of her upper thighs. Her heartbeat was rising dangerously by the minute, she did not know whether it was out of excitement or out of fright.
Maybe it was both.
Alex's fingers went to work immediately. Not bothering with her underwear, his fore and middle fingers carefully massaged through her panties. In slow, steady, precise movements, his fingers teased her pussy. The friction between his fingers, the cotton panties and her clitoris triggered a wave of warm moisture that flowed gently. She began to moan. Alex kept his eyes firmly on her, never breaking contact not even for a minute.
Alex could not explain how he knew it, but he knew that the key to making a woman cum was hinged on two things- clittoral stimulation, and deep penetration. So, he readied his second hand to get to work. Shifting her panties to one side, Alex jammed two fingers into her fat pussy. Catherine felt the recoil, and her body responded.
With two fingers deep inside her, and his thumb steadily pressed up on her overly sensitive clit, Alex went to work on the girl. As his thrusted, he made sure to graze the walls of her pussy that housed the sensitive nerve endings that not even Catherine knew was there. She was fully on her back now, with her knees up and her fleshy thighs parted before him.
Her eyes were firmly shut, and her hands balled up in fists as if she was fighting to stay grounded and not melt under Alex's touch- needless to say it was not working at all.
Like a conductor directing an opera, Alex's hands expertly fingered the depths of her pussy and teased her clit. It was art to him. Every single sensitive spot in her was naked to his inner eye. So, every thrust sent rippling waves of pleasure that coursed through her entire being, forcing their way out of her throat and escaping in the form of short quick gasps or elongated moans.
Catherine was lost, she had no idea what was happening, but she found herself thoroughly enjoying it. Mentally and biologically she was at the mercy of Alex. Whether it was his touch, or the tight gripping elastic rope of her panties that contracted and retracted with each thrust, or the fact that his other hand was artfully teasing her erect nipples as he delved in and out of her.
When she found herself fighting to hold back the hot wave of release that threatening to burst through, she knew she had lost. Alex also sensed she was close and quickened his pace. Catherine was like a whimpering puppy. Less than sixty seconds later, the floodgates opened. She kept screaming as hot searing painful pleasure seared through her. Even her oppressor withdrew his hand from her soaked regions, she felt the after shock. Catherine knew that she would never forget this feeling until the day she died.
Alex was surprised. He could not explain how exactly he knew it, but deep down, he knew that it was extremely rare to find a woman who was both a squirter and a creamer. Catherine happened to be both, and it had been a delightful surprise. Asides from that, Catherine had also done awesome numbers on the pleasure rating scale.
On the holographic screen (right above her head) which only he could see, Catherine's pleasure value was dubbed at a staggering three hundred! This was another extreme oddity. Typically, the average value of a human's pleasure during intercourse did not exceed two hundred. And yet, the pleasure parts of Catherine's brain had triggered her value to three hundred, without having been penetrated at all!!
Her potential definitely needed to be harnessed and nurtured. She was capable of enjoying herself to this degree, Alex was almost certain that there was something special about her. Maybe she was not just a useless bully after all.
Alex was not left out of the point system. The higher the value of pleasure he brought to every woman, the more his own value increased on the number system. This was one of the surest and quickest ways to easily recover his full god status. Basically, the more points he got under his various attributes, the closer he got to recovering his full powers as a god.
While, Alex ruminated on his recent conquest, he felt a hand tugging persistently at his sleeves. It was Catherine. The look on her face betrayed her completely. At this point, she was virtually Alex's slave. Her requests came out in low, pleading whispers;
"Alex, I'm horny...please...take me..."
He lowered his gaze onto her; "Beg."
Beg she did. Even as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his trousers, Catherine continued to plead with him with a desperate look plastered on her face. She did not care that she was on the floor of an abandoned factory. She definitely did not care about the fact that she sounded like a needy housewife.