Blandman Vs. The Pink Panther
Holly couldn’t help feeling left out. She knew it wasn’t her boss’s fault but why did he get to take a vacation and she didn’t?
Well, if one wanted to be fair, and Holly really wasn’t in a very charitable mood, but if one wanted to be fair, one would have to admit that he had vacation time saved up and she didn’t. More to the point, he had a job and she was a student and when school was in session, she kind of had to stick around.
But damn it, she was a superhero, too. Okay, she was a sidekick, but she had every intention of getting her superhero credentials just as soon as she graduated from school but the thing was, when a superhero went on vacation, what the heck was a sidekick supposed to do?
Well, she supposed, a sidekick could do what she was doing right now which was lying on her bed in just her bra and her panties and reading a book. Well, maybe not the bra and panties part for the male superheroes although to be honest, from what she’d heard, she wouldn’t have put it past some of them but anyway, that wasn’t the important part about what she was doing. The important part was the book she was reading.
She’d found it a while back when she’d been going through Blandman’s office. He’d tried to pretend that it was just something he’d received in the mail but Holly was sure that she knew better. She’d always thought there was some kind of link between the superheroes and the supervillains and this book seemed to prove it.
“The Total and Complete Book of All Supervillains, 10th Edition,” the book’s title boasted. Kind of cheesy and melodramatic, Holly thought, and besides, how could a book be a “complete” book? Weren’t there always new supervillains coming along all the time? Maybe that was why it was the tenth edition.
Still, it made for a good read and as long as Blandman was going to let her housesit his apartment while he went on vacation, she might as well have fun reading his secret book.
And she was having fun. There were so many supervillains. Some of them she’d heard before. Heck, some of them were the ones that everyone had heard of before but it was the other ones, the lesser known ones that Holly really liked reading about.
Like the Locust. He was a man who could fragment his mind into a thousand pieces. He waged a mental attack on his victims and he reveled in the fact of letting them know exactly what he was doing and even as the victim tried to fight him off in one way, the Locust’s fragmented mind would attack the victim in a dozen other ways all at the same time.
Or like Big Bertha. Teased mercilessly by the kids on the playground about being such a big girl, the girl had tried to make herself as small as she could but when that hadn’t worked, her mind had snapped and her body had gone right along with it, swelling to immense portions. It was said that her breasts could crush an unsuspecting male. It was said that her thighs could squeeze a man’s cock so hard that the man would beg for mercy, but she saved her fiercest attacks for the “pretty” girls, the ones she saw as her tormentors. Usually, by the time Big Bertha was through with them, their bodies had swelled to rather immense sizes.
Or like the Boogieman. He just liked to scare people. No one knew why. He just did and among other things he’d done was to develop a serum that would make his victims even more susceptible to his reign of terror.
But perhaps the most interesting villain was The Pink Panther. Her real name was Kinzie Carter but she’d taken on her new moniker when a fall into a vat of toxic waste (you know, Holly thought, they really ought to put covers on those things so people would stop falling in) had permanently altered her life forever.
That was it. There was absolutely nothing else in her bio except for a warning that no superhero should ever contact her under any circumstance.
How could that be all there was? Oh sure. There were some supervillains whose secret identity hadn’t been breached and where the information read more like a bio of what had been done but there was nothing about that here. Heck, the Department of Motor Vehicles probably knew more about Kinzie Carter than what was listed here.
So how could that be it?
And if that was it, then why the warning? She hadn’t done anything as far as Holly could tell that would have justified a warning like that. There had to be something more and Holly was determined to find out what it was.
Whoever this Kinzie Carter was, she was new. She’d only come on the scene about three years ago and even that was odd. Three years and she was already in the supervillains book? What? She didn’t have to work her way up like everyone else. It was just wham, bam, you’re a suprevillain. Come on. Supervillains usually weren’t willing to share the limelight. It was one of the things that made them supervillains.
Holly already knew that if you went back and looked at supervillain childhood records, a vast majority of them would be classed as not playing well with others. Well yeah, that kind of figured. When you started to regard the monkey bars as your own personal BOO (base of operations) and the playground as enemy territory that was just begging to be taken over, yeah, you probably weren’t likely to play well with others.
So why had Kinzie Carter risen as quickly as she had through the ranks?
When all else failed, you went to the Internet. Holly was beginning to believe that eventually the Internet would be the downfall of all villains everywhere. Either that or they’d end up owning it. Of course, sometimes the superheroes made it awfully easy for the other side not to have to worry about it. It was said that every time the Human Fist got a blue screen of death, he put his fist through his computer and it was said that because of that, he’d stopped using a computer altogether and from what Holly had heard, he wasn’t the only one.
Holly shook her head. Shortsighted, she thought. Some superheroes could be real Ludites.
An Internet search revealed several Kinzie Carters. Well fine, Holly thought. Let’s narrow that down by age and geographic location. Okay now, that was looking better.
Hmm. Three good possibilities. She cross checked the information she had against the bio.
Okay, she could eliminate that one because she was married. Supervillains almost never got married. Of course, the same was true for superheroes, too. Go figure.
Two left.
Hmm. That one. She looked at the girl’s Facebook page. Whoa wait. She was out of the country when the toxic waste accident was supposed to have happened, which left ...
Could it be, Holly wondered. Had she actually found the Pink Panther. There was only one way to find out.
Except there was that stupid admonition. No superhero should ever contact her under any circumstance, the book had said. They didn’t just put stuff like that in there for no reason at all, right, so she couldn’t help wondering just why the heck they’d put that there.
Okay technically, she told herself, she wasn’t actually a superhero. She was just a sidekick. She wasn’t actually breaking the rules, and besides, she just wanted to see if she was right. She wasn’t actually going to do anything.
Yeah, but what if something bad happened.
What could happen, she argued with herself. As far as she could tell, this Kinzie Carter person didn’t do anything.
Anything that you know of, Holly corrected herself.
Spoilsport, she argued back.
Yeah, well someone has to be, her rational side answered back.
We could leave a note, Holly told herself.
A note?
Ha, Holly thought. Sometimes, her rational side could be such an easy pushover. Yeah, a note, she told herself. You know. For Blandman. Something like, “Got a lead on the Pink Panther. Going to go check it out. Be back soon.” We could tape it to the refrigerator.
I don’t know.
Come on. What could go wrong?
Well, a lot actually, Holly told herself.
Still, in the end, her rational side hadn’t stood a chance. After all, while Holly wasn’t a stupid girl, she was a curious girl and she just wanted to see if she was right.
She already knew where the girl lived. She’d just drive by, she thought. She’d just sit in her car and she’d watch and see and then she’d go home. That was all.
And that was exactly what she did. She drove over to the address where the internet said Kinzie Carter lived and she waited and along about 5:30 or so, Kinzie Carter came home.
She looked to be about the same age as her, Holly thought. Maybe a little older, but not that much so. Certainly not thirty and probably not anything even close to thirty. She had red, curly hair and from what Holly could tell, she didn’t look anything like a supervillain.
Holly watched Kinzie walk up to her apartment and she watched the girl put her key in the lock and she watched her go inside.
Well, that was amusing, Holly told herself but it was hardly very superhero like. Superheroes were more impulsive but then of course, she had to remind herself, she wasn’t a superhero ... yet. She still hadn’t gotten her credentials.
The next day found Holly a little more antsy. She’d done what she’d said she was going to do but she still hadn’t proved anything yet and besides, it was pretty wimpy just sitting there in her car. Really, she should go over there and she should do ... something.
Maybe, she thought, maybe she’d just go over there. Maybe she’d just pass the other girl as she was coming home. She’d pretend like it was a chance meeting or something and she’d say, “Hi,” or something. Like it was so casual and the other girl would never know that Holly was checking her out. That would be so COOL!
So there she was, waiting in her car just like she had been before. At least she knew what the other girl was driving so it wouldn’t be that hard to keep an eye out for her. This would be so hot, she told herself.
And finally, she saw the car drive up and Holly was already out of her car even as the redhead was getting out of hers. This was going to be fun. She’d start walking down the sidewalk just as the redhead was walking up and ...
And ...
“H-hi,” Holly stammered.
The redhead was looking at Holly almost as if she were seeing her anew. “What’s your name?” she asked softly.
“H-holly.”
“Holly, huh? Tell me, Holly. Are you a superhero?”
She shouldn’t answer that, Holly knew. She shouldn’t.
“Well?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Well then, Holly, I think maybe you should come with me.”
“O-okay,” Holly stammered. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Holly knew that wasn’t right but she also knew she didn’t care. She followed the other girl up to her apartment and then she followed the other girl inside.
“So, Holly,” the redhead said when the two of them were inside her apartment, “do you want to know why I asked you what I did?”
“Uh uh.”
“It’s because I already knew the answer to it even before I asked you.”
“H-how?” Holly stammered.
“I can’t tell you but I can show you.”
Holly knew there was something wrong with that. Heck, those were practically the same words that the Medusa used just before she hypnotized her victims. Everyone knew that. That was why no one looked at the Medusa anymore.
She knew that and yet there was something, something that seemed to speak to her. It wasn’t a voice or anything like that but it was a desire to look.
This was so wrong, the sidekick told herself. This was so wrong.
“Do you want to see?” Kinzie asked.
She didn’t care if it was wrong, Holly told herself. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to see so she nodded. “I want to see,” she told the redhead.
“I kind of thought you would,” Kinzie said with a grin. “Why don’t you look down here.”
Down here was apparently down around Kinzie’s waist where her hands were toying with the zipper on her skirt. Why was she supposed to be looking there?
But then those hands unzipped that zipper and the desire to look was even more pronounced.
The other girl was pushing down her skirt and Holly saw the whites of her panties but then Kinzie’s hands were back, toying with the waistband of her panties. “Are you sure you want to see?” she said again.
Holly couldn’t help but nod breathlessly. She wasn’t sure what it was she was about to see but she was absolutely sure that she did want to see it.
Kinzie pushed her panties down and it was as if something exploded into life inside of Holly. It wasn’t like she wanted to look anymore. She wanted more. She wanted so much more.
Kinzie sat down and her legs slid open and Holly breathlessly watched every move that the other girl made. Kinzie’s fingers slipped between her legs and then she was stroking her pussy. “This is the real Pink Panther,” she said.
Holly could do nothing more than look.
“I think perhaps you ought to kneel before me.”
Kneeling was a great idea. It was exactly what she wanted to do. She knelt.
“I’ll bet you want this,” Kinzie said. “I’ll bet you want this pussy.”
Holly couldn’t help but nod. Of course she wanted it. In fact, she was sure she’d never wanted anything more than that and she told the other girl that.
Kinzie just laughed. “You know, you superheroine girls are all alike and it seems like the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Would you do me a favor?”
Holly nodded.
“Would you look at my pussy?”
Would she? Of course, she would. She wanted to keep looking at that pussy.
“Yeah, that’s right. Keep looking at my pussy while you fall even deeper under its control.”
Yes, Holly thought. That was what she needed. She needed to fall even more deeply under its control.
“Do you know what happened to me?” Kinzie asked and then she went on without waiting for an answer. “Do you want to know why I am like I am now?”
Holly nodded.
“As near as I can figure it out, it must have had something to do with the tanning bed.”
“I thought it was an industrial accident,” a dazed Holly said. “I thought you fell into a vat of toxic waste.”
Kinzie’s voice rose sharply. “Toxic wasted?! Is that what they’re saying now?”
Holly nodded.
Almost as sharply as it had risen, Kinzie’s voice resumed its normal tones. “Well, I guess they have to make something up but it wasn’t that. It was a tanning bed accident.
“My parents got this tanning bed and they said I wasn’t supposed to use it but I was only fifteen and I figured I knew better than them so when they weren’t around, I started using it.
“Nothing happened at first but then I figured that was only normal. I mean, it wasn’t like you were going to hop into a tanning bed and you were going to hop out all suddenly golden and brown although that would be kind of cool,” the girl said with a giggle.
“But when I say nothing happened, I really mean nothing happened. I didn’t get brown at all. I thought it was such a total rip off but I kept doing it anyway because I figured maybe I just needed a little more time.
“Well, my parents finally caught me. Mom was mad but dad was furious. Didn’t I know what this could do to me?” he asked. “It could give me cancer or something and I was like if it’s so dangerous, how come you guys can do it and dad was like we can do it because we’re older. Like that settled anything.
“Anyway, after that, dad carted the whole thing up and in no time at all, it was gone. I have no idea where it went but I never saw it again.
“So anyway, flash forward a couple years and me and some girls are at the mall and we don’t have any cash and I see a bracelet I really like and it’s like a total whim but while a couple of my buddies are keeping the cashier busy, I slide the bracelet in my purse. No big deal, right?
“I should have known the store had security cameras so they had me nailed dead to rights, but rather than turn me over to the cops, they hear that Fantastical Woman is in the area and they decide to make an example of me so they decide to turn me over to her.
“Great, I’m thinking. Great. Now, not only am I caught shoplifting but now there’s going to be a big fuss about it because it’s Fantastical Woman and my parents are going to be so pissed because you know how parents are. ‘You embarrassed us in front of all our friends,’ they’d say. Or ‘I’m not sure how I’m ever going to be able to show my face in public again,’ like stealing a bracelet is some kind of capital crime or something.
“So anyway, in walks Fantastical Woman in her silver spandex and I’m thinking I’m like so totally fucked and she takes one look at me, and she tells the security guys she wants a word with me and I’m thinking oh great, now I got to hear a lecture, too, and about the only way it could get worse was if it was the Banshee screaming at you, you know what I mean?”
The question seemed to demand an answer but Holly couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of Kinzie’s shaved pussy.
“So I’m thinking I’m fucked,” the other woman said, “when Fantastical Woman, she just looks at the security guys and she tells them she wants to be alone with me and of course, the guards do it because of course, who’s going to say no to Fantastical Woman, right?”
Holly would have nodded if she thought it worth her while.
“So you know what Fantastical Woman does? She tells me she wants me to take my skirt off and I’m thinking she wants to give me a spanking and I’m thinking there’s no way I want a superhero with superhuman strength spanking me. I mean one wrong move and my butt would be flatter than a pancake and I like my butt just the way it is.
“But I take my skirt off anyways ‘cause what the heck am I going to do and then she tells me to take off my panties and I’m thinking oh yeah, here it comes, but do you know what happens next?”
Holly didn’t bother to answer.
“She asks me if she can lick my pussy. Can you believe it? She asks me. I’ll tell you. I didn’t believe it.”
Holly didn’t know if she believed it but she didn’t much care. She just knew she wanted to lick the girl’s pussy.
“I’ll bet you want to lick my pussy, too, don’t you?”
Holly nodded.
“Well all right then. Let’s see what you can do.”
It was all the invitation that Holly needed because in no time at all, she was licking away at Kinzie’s pussy.
“Oh, Pet,” Kinzie gushed. “You do that so well. I’ll bet you want to make me cum, don’t you?”
Holly could barely manage to pull her tongue away just long enough to nod.
“So Fantastical Woman is eating my pussy just like you are and it turns out she can’t get enough of my pussy but I’ll bet you can relate to that, can’t you, Pet?”
“Mmm yeah,” Holly moaned. She definitely could relate to that.
“You know you’re going to make me cum, don’t you, Pet?”
“Mmm,” Holly moaned. That was exactly what she wanted.
“I don’t know what it is but whatever it is, I can’t seem to help it. Whenever I’m around a superhero, guy or girl it doesn’t matter, but whenever I’m around any of them, my pussy can’t seem to help but make the superhero want to make me cum and when they do make me cum, they can’t help but make me want to cum again and again and again and the more they do, the more they want to do it.”
Holly didn’t care about what the others wanted. She just knew what she wanted.
The redhead was stroking her hair. “I’ll bet you don’t even know what’s happening to you, do you, Pet? You think this is all your doing. You think that you’re only doing what you’re doing because it’s something you want to do but you’ll find out soon enough.”
It was a nice story, Holly thought, but it wasn’t like it was really true.
“You want to know what the sad part is? Whatever the power that my pussy has is, it only seems to work on superheroes. Regular people and supervillains? It does nothing. I guess that’s why I turned to a life of crime. I mean what better criminal is there than a criminal who doesn’t have to do the dirty work. I just find something I want and then I make my superhero slaves go out there and get it for me ... just like you’ll be doing soon enough.”
Holly was sure that wasn’t going to happen.
“But I think right now, I think it’s time that you made me cum. What do you say to that, Pet?”
Holly didn’t say anything but she was certainly thinking it. She wanted to make the redhead cum. She really did.
“Are you ready, Pet? I’m sure you are but ready or not, here it comes.”
Oh my God, Holly thought. Oh my God. The redhead was squirting and she was getting it everywhere. She was getting it in her face and in her mouth, and ...
And she absolutely loved it.
“How was that?” the redhead asked when it was done.
“That was great,” Holly gushed.
“What’s your name, Pet?”
“Holly.”
“No, silly. Not your real name. What’s your superhero name?”
“Expandagirl.”
“Expandagirl, huh? I don’t think I’ve heard of you. Are you new?”
“Kinda, but then I don’t get out much. I’m a sidekick.”
“A sidekick, huh? I’ve never had a sidekick before. Who do you work with?”
“I work with Blandman.”
Kinzie was a bit taken aback. “Blandman? He’s so lame. And you’re hot. Why are you working with him?”
“It’s easy work and I’m still going to school, you know.”
“Girl, we got to get you a better superhero to work with or better yet, we’ve got to get you a gig of your own. Wouldn’t you like to be a superhero in your own right?”
“Sure. When the time is right.”
“Girl, look at yourself. The time is right right now and you could totally rock the spandex. You know some superheroes, well, let’s just say maybe they should go some other way than spandex. Know what I mean?”
Holly couldn’t help but giggle. She knew exactly what the other girl meant.
“You’re being tied down,” Kinzie said, “and besides, if you want to hang with me, you got to upgrade, you know.”
Maybe, Holly thought. Maybe.
“Listen, no pressure, but think about it. In the meantime, I’m going to need you to give me your contact information.”
“Why?”
“So I can call you up when I want to come back and eat my pussy again. You do want to eat my pussy again, don’t you?”
Well maybe, Holly thought, but it would have to be on her own terms, not on Kinzie’s and yet even as she was thinking that, she found herself nodding.
“So if you want me to call you, you have to give me your contact info.”
This was wrong, Holly told herself, and yet that didn’t stop her from offering up the requested information.
“You sure do know how to make my pussy purr so I’ll be calling you,” Kinzie promised when the two girls finally parted ways. “You can count on that.”
Back at Blandman’s apartment, Holly couldn’t help but think about Kinzie. What had she done, she asked herself, and the worst part was she didn’t have a good answer.
Kinzie called the next day. “Hey,” she said. “How’s it going?”
“Fine,” Holly said grumpily.
“Someone sounds out of sorts,” Kinzie said with a laugh, “and I’ll bet I know why.”
“Why?”
“I think someone’s going through a bit of withdrawal. I think someone needs a certain pussy to lick.”
Well yes, that was it, but Holly was loathe to admit it. “Maybe,” she said noncommittally.
Kinzie laughed. “God, you superhero types are all the same. Can’t you ever just come out and admit sometimes that you get horny?”
Well no, Holly wanted to say. They couldn’t admit it. She remembered reading it in the superhero handbook. No admitting that you’re horny. Something about if you admitted you got horny, people might write porn stories about you or some such rubbish, but it was there nonetheless so no she couldn’t admit it.
And besides, Kinzie didn’t seem to need an answer anyway. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over and lick my pussy.”
“I ... I shouldn’t.”
“Oh well, if you don’t want to—”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”
Kinzie couldn’t help but smile on the other end of the line. “Well, if you want to,” she said, “then be at my apartment in an hour, okay?” and with that, the line went dead.
What the hell was she thinking, Holly asked herself and yet she already knew she was going to go but she was still trying to convince herself that this was in fact the right thing to do.
It was an hour later and Holly was knocking on Kinzie’s door. She’d struggled with what she’d known deep down that she was about to do but truth be told, she hadn’t struggled that much. After all, she’d known what she’d wanted to do. She merely wanted to convince herself that what she wanted was indeed the right thing to do.
In the end, even that hadn’t been that important. In the end, it hadn’t mattered that it was the right thing to do. In the end, the only thing that had really mattered was that it was the right thing for her.
Kinzie opened the door and she grinned. “I knew you’d come,” she said. “Come on in.”
Holly stepped into the other girl’s apartment.
“So have you been thinking about me,” Kinzie asked when the door was closed, “or I suppose more to the point, have you been thinking about my pussy?”
Holly nodded. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about your pussy.”
“You realize the more you eat it, the more addicted to it you’re going to get. You do know that, don’t you?”
Holly nodded. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew but she also knew she just didn’t care.
“So what do you want to do?”
“I want to lick your pussy.”
It was just so easy, Holly thought. It was just so easy to admit what she wanted.
Holly laughed. “You superhero girls are just so funny. “You know what? You spend all your time trying to convince everyone that you’re so bad ass but when it comes right down to it, what you superhero girls really want is a nice, hot pussy to lick.
Holly wanted to disagree but considering that it was Kinzie’s pussy that she’d come here to lick and considering the fact that she didn’t really want to make the other girl mad, she figured maybe this wasn’t the best time to stand up for herself.
“More specifically,” Kinzie said as she lowered her sweat pants, “what you really want is this pussy to lick.”
Holly couldn’t help but groan. The other girl wasn’t wearing any panties.
“What about it?” Kinzie asked. “Do you want to lick this pussy?”
Holly nodded. That was exactly what she wanted.
“You realize my pussy is addictive. You realize the more you get of it, the more you’re going to want of it.”
“I don’t care,” Holly said. “I want to lick your pussy.”
The redhead laughed. “I would have expected nothing less from you. Very well,” she said as she seated herself on the couch and let her fingers slide between her legs. “If you want it, you can have it so if you’re ready, come and get it.”
Holly wasn’t wasting anytime. She was on her knees and then she was sliding between Kinzie’s legs.
“That’s it,” Kinzie laughed again. “You superhero babes all know what you need to do. You need to lick the Pink Panther, don’t you?”
Holly didn’t know about the others but she definitely knew what she wanted. She wanted to lick that pussy.
Kinzie moaned as the other girl started in on her pussy. “Mmm yeah,” she moaned to herself. “Mmm yeah. You superhero girls are all the same.” She flipped up her top and her hands played with her tits. “All the same,” she moaned. “Always so eager. Always so eager to lick that pussy.”
Holly didn’t care about the rest of the superheroines. All she cared about was the pussy in front of her. All she cared about was making that pussy cum.
“Oh my God,” Kinzie moaned. “Oh my God. You’re going to make my pussy squirt.
Oh yeah, Holly told herself. That was exactly what she wanted, too. She wanted to make that pussy squirt.
“Oh my God,” Kinzie moaned. “Here it comes,” and then she screamed. “Oh my fucking God.”
She certainly was squirting. She was getting her juices all over the place but most importantly for Holly, she was squirting those juices inside Holly’s mouth.
And suddenly, standing there in the doorway to Kinzie’s apartment was a man. “Well now, the man said. “What do we have here?”
“Who are you?” Kinzie demanded.
“That’s my boss,” Holly said.
“You’re boss? You mean that’s Blandman?”
Holly nodded.
“Where the fuck did you come from?”
“Cleveland.”
“Cleveland? But I thought you were on vacation.”
“I was, but as I’m sure you’ve heard already, I’m kind of a boring superhero, and as it so happens, I happen to take boring vacations.”
“What the hell are you doing here in my apartment?”
“Well, when I came home, I found Holly’s note on the refrigerator and I thought I’d better come over and see what was going on.”
“You left a note,” Kinzie inquired.
“Oops.”
“Oops. What do you mean by oops.”
“I forgot. It was when I was first casing you out.”
“And you left a note? What kind of a superhero are you?”
“Well, I told you, I’m still just a sidekick, you know.”
“I guess I can see why.”
“Hey now,” the man said. “There’s no reason for you to be so demeaning.”
Kinzie was focusing all of her attention on the man now and for the first time since he’d arrived, she was starting to smile because after all, she knew how to handle superheroes. “So you found Holly’s note and I suppose you came right over here to rescue her, didn’t you?”
“Something like that.”
“But now that you’re here, I’ll bet you have other things in mind. I’ll bet you want to fuck my pussy.”
“Well, I was thinking of something else.”
“Something else?”
“Well, it seems like I interrupted something when I got here. It seems like Holly was licking your pussy.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I think I’d like to see her do that again.”
“Oooh, I get it. You like to watch.”
“Something like that.”
“Oooh kinky. I like it, and as it so happens, it’s a request that I’m sure Holly here would be willing to oblige, wouldn’t you dear?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Well then, Pet, since he seems so interested in seeing you do it, why don’t you lick my pussy.”
Holly didn’t need to be told twice as she quickly slid back between Kinzie’s legs.
“Oh yeah,” Kinzie moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Oh yeah. You’re such a good pussy licker. Oh yeah,” and then she looked up at Blandman. “Tell me. Does this turn you on?”
“Actually, yes.”
“She’s very good, you know. Quite good. In fact ... ooh ... I’ve never had a sidekick before her. I may have to find myself another to try her out.”
“They are good at taking orders,” Blandman agreed. “Sometimes.”
“Yes, I think I’m going to have to find myself another sidekick to try out.”
“Actually, I think what you really need is to leave my sidekick alone.”
“Huh?”
“I said you’re going to have to leave my sidekick alone.”
“Yeah? And who’s going to stop me? You?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t seem to be doing a very good job at it. Did you know she’s about to make me cum?”
“Is she now?”
“Mm yeah. My pussy’s so wet.”
“Yes, well, I did know that.”
Kinzie might have asked just how exactly he knew that but she was suddenly preoccupied as her pussy went very, very cold and at the same time, Holly’s tongue stopped its licking. “What the ... what’s going on here?”
“Something wrong?”
“My pussy’s cold.”
“That doesn’t sound normal,” Blandman said.
“I ca-uh moo my ung,” Holly said.
“What?”
“I ca-uh moo my ung.”
“I can’t understand you.”
“I think she said she can’t move her tongue,” Blandman said.
“Eh. eh. I ca-uh moo my ung.”
“Why can’t you move your tongue? Why can’t she move her tongue?” a panicking Kinzie asked.
“I think it’s because it’s frozen.”
“Eh. Eh. O-en.”
“Why’s her tongue frozen? Why is her tongue frozen?”
“Because I needed to get your attention,” Blandman said. “I needed to get both of your attentions.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Do I have your attention?” Blandman asked.
“Yeah.”
“How about you, Holly? Do I have your attention, too?”
“Eh.”
“Good. You know I really hated to have to do that but I had to make a point.”
“What point?”
“People don’t think much of me as a superhero so I suppose it’s only fair that your powers shouldn’t have much of an effect on me either,” the man said.
“What are you saying?” the blond asked. “Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?”
The superhero smiled. “I don’t know if I’d go that far,” the man said. “You are a rather attractive, young woman, and I am a man so of course I’ve had my thoughts. I’m just not trapped like my other brethren are and like Holly here obviously is.”
“So what are you going to do with me?”
“Well now, that is the question, isn’t it? I can’t leave you running around loose and I do rather want my sidekick back so ... what am I going to do with you?”
“Well?”
“I suppose there’s one thing I can do,” Blandman said.
“What?”
“This.”
Both women just looked at the man and waited to see what would happen.
At first, nothing seemed to happen but that was only the momentary lull before the storm.
“What’s happening?” asked Kinzie as she felt it first.
“What?” asked Holly.
“H-heat,” Kinzie stammered. “In ... in my pussy. Oh fuck. Make it stop.”
Holly was now feeling it, too. She looked at the man. “Are you doing this?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“H-how?”
“You know what I can do,” Blandman said.
“Y-yeah. Heat ... heat water and freeze it.”
“You’ve already seen how I can freeze it. You and her provided the wetness to freeze your tongue to her pussy.”
Holly groaned. “Yeah, but ... but there’s no water in there.”
“No water in where?” Blandman asked.
“In ... in my pussy ... oh God, make it stop.”
“You shouldn’t sell yourself short,” the man said. “Neither one of you should. You both have nice wet pussies.”
“What’s he talking about?” Kinzie groaned.
“I think he’s talking about heating the wetness in our pussies.”
“Make him stop,” Kinzie moaned. “I’m ... I’m like burning up.”
“It doesn’t take that much heat to make it uncomfortable,” Blandman said, “but if you want, I could go even further.”
“No!” both girls said in near unison.
“You sure?”
“We’re sure!”
“All right then. Here’s the deal.”
Both girls whimpered as the heat continued to batter their pussies.
“You,” Blandman said with a nod towards Kinzie, “you’re going to stop using your pussy to entice my sidekick or any other superhero for that matter. As of now, you’re out of the bad guy business for good, and if I hear differently, I’ll come back here and give your pussy one hell of a baking. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes.”
“And you,” Blandman said with a nod towards Holly, “you’re going to stay away from her. You got that?”
Holly nodded meekly.
“I mean it. Stay completely away from her.”
“I know,” Holly grumbled. “I said I would.”
Blandman looked at the two young women and after another moment of keeping their pussies hot, he finally let up on them.
Both girls sighed with relief as they felt their pussies once more come back under their control. Both girls glared sullenly at the man and both girls said nothing.
“You okay,” Blandman asked his sidekick and Holly nodded ruefully.
“That hurt,” she said.
“I know, but it was for your own good.”
She fixed him with a hard stare. “Maybe,” she said finally, “but who are you to tell me what’s for my own good or not?”
“I’m your friend. You’re sure you’re okay?”
“I’m thinking maybe I don’t want to be your sidekick no more.”
“You can quit if you want and I wouldn’t blame you if you did but just so you know, Holly, I meant what I said. Even if you do quit, I don’t want you hanging around with that woman.”
“Who are you to tell me who I can hang around with and who I can’t hang around with?”
“Like it or not, I’m your friend.”