Heya, Besties, welcome back to Dangerotica.com –hmm. Not sure how I feel about that, should we still keep calling it the Dangerotic Blog? Or is that just my fear of change peeking out?

Anyway, this week I wanted to share something from my twitter-crush, Bestie Jon D’oh. After reading my little UltraGirl story last week, he flipped it around and wrote this quickie from the villain’s POV. I thought it was so cool, I convinced him to let me share it here. It’s so rare my own writing slips into a villain POV, I knew you guys would enjoy this. So without further preamble…

The little heroine lay draped over my shoulder, bound and trapped. Pathetic mewling accompanying the seductive slither of her roped body bucking against mine. I wonder if she realizes how much her futile squirming is turning me on. Probably not. Even if she could see the swell in my jeans from her angle, I doubt she could comprehend what that suggested in her drug-induced haze.

I can’t resist another squeeze of the plump, round, ass that’s wiggling so delightfully in my peripheral. Her tiny red shorts may as well be a matador’s cape with the way they beckon every horny animal that sees them. Such a slut.

“I’m UltraGirl! You can’t just…just carry me like some…ugh!”

Even her slurred speech further lengthens my lust. Goddamn deadline. Had I the time, I would want nothing more than to muffle her complaints and relieve the growing pressure in my balls. Work my thick cock between those pouty lips. Make her gag and choke until the indignation literally dripped out of her mouth. Wrap my hands in that curly mane and pump her fuckable face…

Fuck! She should be thanking me for my restraint, not continuing with her complaints.

“I won’t be delivered anywhere!”

That does it. I can’t help but chuckle and remind the costumed cunt of her current predicament.

SPANK!

Heh, that was therapeutic. UltraGirl’s ultra-thin shorts helped amplify the smacking sound of my hand against her ass while doing nothing to mute the jiggle of her upturned cheeks. She yelps and I give her two more swats to put her in her place.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Ahh! Ow! Stop!” she cries out. I can feel her lush body tensing up before slumping down in utter defeat. She whimpers slightly and I take that as her surrender. Her submission. Too easy.

Prize acquired, I head towards the end of the alley where this night’s getaway vehicle is parked. I won’t bother switching cars this time around. The alley is windowless and there’s almost no chance I was spotted. Besides, kind of hard to file a missing-person report for a vigilante, especially when they don’t use their real name.

UltraGirl. What a fucking joke. I bet she thinks that sounds tough. “Girl” just reminds me of how weak she really is. But damn, what a girl.

Almost to the car and I can’t help but notice how effortless it is to carry her. I’ve seen the reports. Based on what she can do, I would have thought her body was hiding a dense mass of muscle that might be a challenge to haul.

But this chick is light. Fragile. The kind of lady I like to show off with; hold in mid-air while I fuck them senseless. I bet I could easily walk around my apartment while I screw this slut, supporting her weight with one hand on her back and my cock deep in her guts. Watch her kinky hair whipping about as her head dangled backwards and her mouth screamed my name. Little tits wobbling as I gave her what she really needs….

I can’t help but reach upward and help myself to a few more handfuls of Ultra-ass as I imagine what I would do to the provocatively dressed slut…what I may still do to her yet. I know I’m on a deadline, but I might have to have a little fun with her before we hit the road.

I let my fingers sink into the fanny flesh of the firm cheek nearest me, careful not to dislodge the dart still protruding outward. It stands straight upward; an antenna signaling her simple submission.

“Fuck, you’re even softer than you look, UltraGirl,” I chuckle as I play with my prize. I continue to swat, smack, and spank her ass, mesmerized by her body’s sensual jiggle. Each strike elicits another sensual groan. I swear this racy runt is begging me to wreck her kinky cunt.

We reach the car and in she goes. I toss the tart into the trunk no differently than I would my gym bag. The cramped cage shocks a little life into her, and she begins squirming against her binds. The rope biting into flesh usually discourages such petulant behavior, but I guess her tacky attire provides more protection than I thought.

Sleek pantyhose accentuating sexy stems. Little red short-shorts trying, and failing, to conceal a perfectly plump ass. Tight blue top pulled taunt over an even tighter torso. Perky breasts begging to be manhandled. Green Eyes wide. Luscious lips trembling.

Fully covered and still as slutty as a starving stripper; that’s this chick’s real superpower.

“D-don’t…you bastard…I’ll…I’ll make you pay for this…”

Oh, how I wish the public could hear how frail and foolish UltraGirl sounds right now. Fucking ridiculous. I might have to film us having a little fun if there’s enough time before the handoff.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, letting my hands pause purposefully over her helpless form. “You’re gonna make me pay, UltraGirl? Look at you, trussed up like a pretty little package, ass still twitching from that dart. Keep talking tough, it’s cute.”

I roughly shove the slut firmly into the trunk to emphasize my point.

I lean in to test the bindings, or so I tell myself. I barely give the ropes a tug before I have my hands over her tiny tits again. Small but perky, mesmerizing. My large hands on her petite body make me feel powerful. Controlling. Ultra.

The girl’s costume is thin and tight, allowing me to feel exactly how her titties yield to my gloved pawing. I slowly squeeze and flatten ‘em. Cup ‘em. Push ‘em tight towards each other. Not nearly enough mamm’ to properly tit-fuck, but I think it would still feel good to rub my thick dick between them.

A hum of satisfaction escapes my masked mouth as play with my new favorite possession. And I do possess her, for now at least. To do with what I please. Speaking of pleasing, I rub my thumbs over the hard little nubs that announce the slut doesn’t truly hate how I own her.

“Stop…get your hands off me!” she whimpers as I focus on those stiffening points. Her whole body is squirming now. That ain’t the dart’s doing.

I’m leaning halfway into the trunk, panting like a mad-man and playing with her jiggling mounds. I slap one and then squish it. Maul it. Pinch the nipple and make her tit wiggle like a fish on a hook. The other I caress. Cup. Use my second and third finger to rhythmically rub like I’m fingering some whore’s G-spot. A little pain and pleasure, because it amuses me. Because I can.

“Get your filthy hands off my tits, you bastard, or I swear I’ll….AHH!”

Pain it is. I suddenly twist both nipples, hard. Sexy little radio dials harshly turned to the “off” position, silencing her bitching. She thrashes a bit, whimpers and sobs, but finally gets the message.

The satiny costume catches on my gloves as I journey over her body. Spandex maybe? The friction feels like her body doesn’t want my fingers to pass, like it’s begging for my touch. Especially the valley created by her position on her side, from her stomach to her round hips. I’m sorry, sexy little hip valley, I need to continue to the main course.

That ass.

I use one finger to lift her tiny shorts further upward, exposing more nylon clad ass-meat to my hungry eyes. And hands.

“Mmm, fuck…this ass is perfect,” I narrate. I want this bitch to know she’s nothing more than T & A to me, and that “A” don’t quit. “So taut and firm on the outside, but so soft and luscious underneath. These round, juicy cheeks….goddamn, Ultragirl, this has gotta be the sexiest ass I’ve ever – MM! Look at how you fill my hands…big heart-shaped, and just begging to be played with.”

Each compliment accompanied by more groping. More fondling. But does she thank me for my appreciation? No.

“S-stop…don’t touch me there…”

Slut can pretend all she wants, but we both know this ass was meant to be used by a man. A plump, plush, steering wheel for me to use while I’m driving into her from behind. Sexy round globes, one for each hand.

“These cheeks are so fucking round and perky…perfect for grabbing, perfect for spanking, perfect for so much more,” I breath into her ear. I’m getting lost in this Ultra-ass. “All that power in your body but the best part is this juicy, fuckable ass. I could play with it all night.”

“P-please…enough…” she whimpers. She knows it’s true. I bet she gets told on the regular. I bet mine won’t be the first cock she’s taken into that tight backdoor. I bet mine will be the biggest.

Dammit. I picked a secluded alley, but I really shouldn’t linger here much longer. I bet that’s why Ultragirl dresses so slutty, to distract long enough for help to arrive. Well, I’m too smart for that. It doesn’t matter how round her ass is. Or how sensual her thighs. The way these stockings emphasize her legs, begging to be held up as she’s dicked down.

“Mmm…these legs were made for these nylons. So smooth…so fucking sleek.”

I’m losing it again. I can’t stop touching. Exploring. Inner thigh…shaking knees…tiny ankle…surprisingly small feet…back to those thighs. Her bound legs won’t allow access, but I made up my mind in that moment: before this night is over, I’m going to wreck that pussy.

I think she senses my resolve. “P-please…just let me go…I-I’ll forget this happened…please stop…”

SMACK!!

One final hard spank to tide me over on the long trip ahead. I chuckle noticing her jiggling ass causes the still-embedded dart to wave like a white flag in surrender.

“Aw, listen to that. The mighty UltraGirl begging already. Sorry, doll, the boss has big plans for that tight little body of yours,” I slam the trunk shut with enough force to ensure it catches before finishing. “And so do I.”

Thank You Thank You, Jon D’oh!

(Make sure you guys give this fellow Bestie a follow so you can bug him to write more, he is so talented!)