incredible 2

Helen struggled, trying to pull her wrists and ankles free, and she cried out as an electric shock coursed through her arms and legs.

"I would resist the temptation to struggle," came Evelyn Deavor's voice from behind her.

Helen froze, hating how vulnerable she felt; she was bound with some kind of electrified cable to a sturdy rectangular frame, her feet a few feet apart and her arms above her head. She was cold, and she realized with a swooping sensation in her stomach that she was completely undressed. She turned her head toward the voice, and Evelyn stepped out of the shadows. She was completely bare as well, and her "prototype" was strapped to her hips. A small smile curled Evelyn's lips as her eyes roved over Helen's naked body.

"Evelyn." Helen tried to make her voice sound cold; it sounded afraid. "Don't do this."

Evelyn walked to stand in front of Helen, facing her, and lightly brushed the back of one hand down Helen's face. "Don't do what?" Evelyn asked lowly. "Give you plausible deniability?"

Helen was briefly at a loss for words. "W…what?"

"I know you were worried about what your husband would think if he found out about you helping me test my prototype," Evelyn replied, her voice warm and surprisingly gentle. "Once was explicable; I had you snowed into thinking that it wasn't actually sex, it was a scientific experiment. Twice? That looks suspicious…unless I had you restrained and you didn't have a choice. Yeah, your husband will want to take my head off, but he doesn't have to know that you enjoyed it…" Evelyn leaned in close, and Helen thought Evelyn was going to kiss her, but instead, she whispered in Helen's ear: "...or that you wanted it."

Helen shuddered. "Evelyn…please…we can't do this."

"Oh, we can't?" Evelyn murmured, gently closing her teeth over Helen's earlobe. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Helen gasped. "Evelyn, please, let me go!" She pulled on the restraints again, and winced and called out at the resulting shock.

"Hush, now," Evelyn soothed, leaning back. She put her head on one side as she examined Helen's face. "You really don't want this?"

"Not like this," Helen whimpered.

Evelyn's face was inscrutable for a moment. Then—had she been holding it all along?—she lifted some kind of remote control, pressed a button, and Helen found her arms and legs released. She collapsed to the floor. Evelyn knelt beside her, running a hand up and down her back. "It's okay," Evelyn murmured. "You're okay."

Helen looked up at Evelyn incredulously. "You…you let me go."

"I was surmising you wanted this." Evelyn shrugged. "If you don't want it, you don't need deniability."

Helen swallowed hard. She had half-expected Evelyn not to give her a choice.

But if she had a choice…

Helen stood up, her knees quaking slightly. "I…I think I do want deniability."

Evelyn's eyebrows lifted. "Yeah?"

Helen replaced her hands and feet where they had been when she was bound, and looked shyly over at Evelyn. Evelyn stood in front of Helen and locked eyes with her for a moment before leaning in and kissing her warmly. "Okay," said Evelyn, her voice soft, before she pushed another button on the remote and Helen felt the bonds wrap around her wrists and ankles again. Helen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

"That's my superstar," Evelyn murmured. She rested her hands on Helen's waist and kissed her deeply. Helen kissed her back, loving the sensation of Evelyn's full, soft lips against hers. "I think I remember how you like it," said Evelyn between kisses. "We'll start off slow." She moved her mouth to Helen's throat, leaving a trail of kisses from just below her ear to her shoulder. Helen whimpered, her head tilting back to give Evelyn a better angle.

Evelyn nuzzled the curve of Helen's neck. "Good girl," she whispered, and Helen trembled. Her mouth fell open and a low cry fled her lips as she felt Evelyn's hands slide gently up and down her sides before moving to stroke and cradle her breasts.

"Evelyn…!"

"Relax," Evelyn cooed, her lips moving against Helen's shoulder. She teased Helen's nipples with the pads of her thumbs, and Helen moaned. "That's right," Evelyn murmured. She pressed her lips to Helen's, her hands still gently playing with Helen's breasts, and Helen returned her kisses hungrily.

When Evelyn stepped back from their kisses, letting her hands fall to her sides, Helen made a noise of protest. "You don't like that, do you?" Evelyn asked. "You don't like when I'm not touching and kissing you."

Helen curled her hands into fists, her body aching for more of Evelyn's attention. "Evelyn…please…"

"You're ready for more, aren't you?" Evelyn cooed, and Helen nodded. Evelyn moved close to kiss her again, whispering, "Ready for me inside you?"

"Yes," Helen pleaded. The throbbing sensation between her legs was almost unbearable. "Yes, Evelyn, please."

Evelyn used one hand to carefully guide the prototype between Helen's swollen folds, pushing into her to the hilt, until Evelyn's hips were flush with Helen's. Helen's head tilted back as she cried out in pleasure and relief.

"Ohhh, yeah," Evelyn groaned. "Fuck, you feel good."

"So do you," Helen whimpered. If she had to guess, the prototype was set to its middle size; not too large and intrusive, but big enough to stimulate her in all the right places. She felt Evelyn begin to work her hips slowly, and she couldn't help but moan.

"That's right, make noise if you want," Evelyn breathed. "I love hearing it."

"Evelyn," Helen whimpered, her hands clenching into fists again. She had never been restrained during sex before; aside from traditional restraints being unable to hold her, it wasn't something she had ever thought she could enjoy. Now, though, it was so…exciting. Evelyn was very, very good at giving her pleasure in ways she had never thought possible. "Ohhh…Evelyn…!"

"You sound so good," Evelyn murmured. She took Helen by her hips, gripping lightly, and began to thrust incrementally faster. Helen cried out, a tremor of pleasure so intense she almost mistook it for an orgasm running through her. "This is how you like it, isn't it?" Evelyn crooned. "Slow at first, then a little bit rough?"

"Yes," Helen called out. She bit her lower lip as delicious tension continued to coil within her, building with each thrust of Evelyn's prototype. "Oh, Evelyn, yes!"

Evelyn leaned in to nuzzle and kiss Helen's throat again. "Are you close?" she asked softly, her lips moving against the delicate skin of Helen's neck. "Want me to make the toy bigger?"

"Ohhh…yes…Evelyn, please," Helen pleaded.

Evelyn briefly moved her right hand to press a button on the prototype's control panel, quickly moving her hand back to clutch Helen's hip as the toy grew to its maximum size. The sensation of the prototype swelling inside her, pressing on her tight inner walls, was more than enough to push Helen over the edge. Her back arched and her thighs quaked as an intense orgasm rocked her body, helpless cries of ecstasy that might have embarrassed her had her climax not felt so damn good escaping her mouth.

"That's right, come for me," Evelyn sighed, caressing Helen's hips and sides with both hands as she slowed her thrusts. "Ohhh, you get so tight when you come…I love it…"

Helen could only whimper wordlessly as she rode out the last throes of her orgasm. She went limp, her head coming to rest on Evelyn's shoulder. Evelyn wrapped her arms around Helen, supporting her, and Helen felt Evelyn leave kisses on her hair. "You came so hard," Evelyn breathed. "Are you done? Or do you want more?"

Helen kissed Evelyn's shoulder as she thought about that. "Let me catch my breath," she panted. "Then…then…can I have more? Can it be my turn?"

"You can absolutely have more," Evelyn cooed. She slowly withdrew the toy from Helen's body and pressed the button to return the prototype to its smallest size. "It can be your turn if you want…" She walked to stand behind Helen, lightly caressing the small of Helen's back with one hand, then lower. Helen whimpered at the surprisingly tender, soft touch.

"Or…" Evelyn trailed off. Helen couldn't see her face, but she could practically hear the gears in Evelyn's head turning. "So damn beautiful," Evelyn breathed. She rested both her hands against the curve of her lover's backside. "Ever had a lover in this sweet ass?"

Helen tensed. "No." Her voice squeaked.

"No need to be nervous," Evelyn soothed, dropping a kiss on the nape of Helen's neck. "I'll use the smallest size and plenty of lube. And…" she kissed Helen's shoulder and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'll be gentle."

Helen swallowed audibly. She didn't ordinarily even like being taken from behind, much less… "Does it…does it feel good?" she hedged, and Evelyn chuckled.

"Good? More like amazing, if you do it right." She kissed the back of Helen's neck again. "And I know how to do it right."

Helen sipped air. She still wasn't sure, but Evelyn did seem to be highly skilled at getting Helen to enjoy things she wouldn't usually be comfortable with. After all, before Evelyn, Helen had never so much as kissed another woman.

Evelyn sensed her hesitation and spoke again. "Tell you what," she said between peppering kisses on Helen's shoulders. "When it's your turn, I'll let you have whichever of my holes you want—one after the other, if you'd like—for as long as you want."

Helen trembled slightly at the thought. "Are you sure? I've never done that, I'm not sure I can do it right…what if I hurt you?" she got out.

Evelyn chuckled. "Then I may not be able to sit down properly for a day, but I'll live." She wrapped her arms around Helen and held her close. "And it'll be worth it," she continued, her voice low.

Helen took a deep breath. Evelyn was showing far more trust in her than she had expected. It made her feel comfortable enough to say, "Okay."

Evelyn kissed her between her shoulder blades. "I'll get some lube. Give me a second."

Helen tried to take deep breaths as Evelyn moved out of sight; it was only a few seconds before Evelyn was standing behind her again, stroking her hips and kissing her shoulders. "Try to relax," Evelyn murmured, lightly resting the tip of the now-lubricated prototype against her lover's tightest hole. Helen swallowed hard. "You ready?" Evelyn asked, her voice soft.

Helen bit her lower lip. "Yes."

"Okay." Evelyn kissed the slope of Helen's neck. "Take a deep breath, then let it out."

Helen did, and as she exhaled, Evelyn gently eased the prototype into her. Helen whimpered at the sensation of being penetrated in such a way for the first time, and Evelyn caressed her sides. "You're doing great, superstar," Evelyn cooed, her voice slightly strained.

"Evelyn…" Helen moaned softly.

Evelyn began to thrust slowly, her hands gently cupping Helen's hips. "How does that feel?"

Helen's hands made fists again. The sensation was intense and wholly unique, unlike anything she had ever felt. "Different than I expected," she managed.

Evelyn chuckled. "Better or worse?"

"Better," Helen breathed. "Ohhh, Evelyn…"

"Oh, yeah," Evelyn groaned. "That beautiful ass of yours feels so good."

Helen whimpered again. She was profoundly satisfied after her last orgasm, but the sensation of the prototype moving within her was still exhilarating. "You really think I'm beautiful?"

Evelyn gave Helen's hips a quick squeeze. "Of course I do."

Helen's eyes drifted shut. She knew her husband thought she was beautiful, but he had known her decades ago, back when she was thinner. Evelyn found her attractive the way she was now. "Evelyn…!" she cried out.

Evelyn chuckled. "I think I know what you like." She nuzzled Helen's left shoulder. "I used to get distracted when I was working on the design for your new bike, I was so focused on how good you'd look riding it." She pressed more kisses to Helen's skin. "You looked so damn nice on that bike. Especially this perfect ass." Evelyn lightly squeezed Helen's hips again.

Helen moaned, her body quaking in response to both Evelyn's compliments and the slow, gentle strokes of the prototype inside her. "I…I used to be thinner, though…"

"You were perfect then, and you're…ohhh…you're perfect now," Evelyn sighed. "Oh, f-f-fuck…this feels amazing…your ass feels so good against my hips…" She rested her forehead against the nape of Helen's neck. "I think I have a slight preference for how you look…how you feel…now."

"You feel so good too," Helen panted.

"Yeah?" Evelyn's voice was strained. She slid her hands up and down Helen's sides. "You like this, don't you?"

"Oh, Evelyn, yes," said Helen, her voice almost a sob.

"I'm so close," Evelyn moaned. "Are you close too? Want me to touch your clit?"

Helen had thought that she wouldn't be ready to come again so soon after her first climax, but she was already careening toward orgasm again. "Yes," she called out. "Yes, Evelyn, please!"

Evelyn reached to rub little circles on the sensitive pearl of flesh at the top of Helen's slit. Helen let out a loud, desperate cry, her hips bucking against Evelyn's hand, as she was flooded with pleasure for a second time.

"Ohhhh…oh my G-d…fuck…!" Evelyn called out, her hands clutching Helen's hips. Helen felt Evelyn shudder hard against her back, then lean against her, fighting for breath. "G-ddamn, you're amazing," Evelyn breathed. She kissed the side of Helen's neck. "Are you ready for it to be your turn?"

The corners of Helen's mouth turned up. "Yeah."

"Okay." Slowly, carefully, Evelyn withdrew the prototype from Helen's body. "Give me a second to clean this, and then I'll set you up with it."

"Okay," Helen managed. It was only a minute or so later when Evelyn walked around to Helen's front, holding the prototype, harness, and electrode-like device in her hands. She gently placed the electrode-like device on the back of Helen's neck before getting on her knees and strapping the prototype to Helen's hips. Evelyn stood, pressing the button on the prototype's control panel to change it to the middle size. She slid one hand along the prototype, and Helen trembled at the sensation.

"Ready?" Evelyn asked, and Helen nodded. Evelyn pecked her a kiss. "One second."

Helen watched curiously as Evelyn dragged a small table that was about waist high out of the shadows, leaving it in front of her. Helen looked wonderingly at Evelyn, who smiled and said "I'll need something to lean on." She walked to Helen, kissed her warmly, then turned so her back was to Helen and bent over the table.

"Oh," Helen breathed as Evelyn reached back to help guide the prototype into her hot, wet sheath. "Evelyn…"

"Ohhh, yeah," Evelyn sighed, arching her back to push the toy's entire length into her.

Helen began to work her hips slowly, and she couldn't help but moan, loving how Evelyn's inner walls felt embracing the prototype. She made fists in frustration; she badly wanted to hold on to Evelyn. "Evelyn, please, I want my hands free for this," she begged.

Evelyn looked over her shoulder at Helen, a surprised expression on her face. "Are you sure?"

Helen hesitated only for a second—being unbound would mean she no longer had plausible deniability if she wanted to explain this to Bob—before nodding. "Yes."

"Okay." Evelyn reached across the table for the remote control she had used earlier to bind Helen's arms and pressed a button, and the restraints fell away from Helen's wrists again. Helen immediately began running her hands up and down Evelyn's graceful back.

"You're so beautiful," Helen breathed, tracing Evelyn's spine, her small waist, her full hips. "And you f-feel so good…" She bit her lower lip hard with the effort to keep her thrusts careful and slow.

"You don't have to be that gentle," said Evelyn, looking over her shoulder at Helen again with a small smile. "You can go faster if you want."

Helen gripped Evelyn's hips, quickening the pace of her thrusts, and Evelyn called out.

"Right there…just like that…" Evelyn's hands curled tightly around the sides of the table. "Fuck, you're good at this…"

"You like that?" Helen got out, squeezing Evelyn's hips the way Evelyn had done for her.

"Oh, yeah," Evelyn moaned. "Keep going."

Helen did, keeping one hand on Evelyn's hip and using her other hand to caress Evelyn's back, tracing the other woman's spine with her fingertips. She shuddered as she felt her lover's muscles begin to grow tighter around the prototype. "Are you close?" Helen gasped out.

"Getting there," Evelyn panted. "Can you give me the biggest size?"

"Of course…just let me…" Helen fumbled for the button for a moment before pressing it; both women cried out as the prototype increased in size, Evelyn breathlessly and Helen with a loud, rough scream. "Evelyn…!"

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Evelyn groaned. "Harder."

Helen flexed her hips faster, burying herself in Evelyn as deep as she could, unable to stop herself from calling out at the sensation of Evelyn's inner walls clenching so hard on the prototype that Helen was almost afraid she was hurting her lover. She opened her mouth to ask Evelyn if she needed to slow down, but the sound that came out of her mouth was a noise of pure ecstasy as a sudden, unexpected, intense orgasm overwhelmed her.

"I think you like this better than I do," said Evelyn, her voice a low moan. Still lost for words, Helen slid both hands over Evelyn's back, which began to tremble. "Like that…I'm so close…keep going…" Evelyn begged. Helen's legs felt weak after her orgasm, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than to bring Evelyn to her peak. She clutched Evelyn's shoulders and continued thrusting, hard and deep, and it was only a brief moment before Evelyn's body arched in undisguised pleasure and she called out, gasping "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" over and over. Helen slowed the motions of her hips, trying to ease Evelyn through her climax.

Evelyn went limp, resting her head on the table. "G-ddamn," she panted. "You really are amazing at fucking my brains out."

Helen felt her cheeks flush. "Are you ready to stop?" she asked.

Evelyn looked up at her, smiling. "Nah. I promised you both of my holes, remember?"

"Yes," said Helen, "but if you need to stop…"

Evelyn straightened—Helen bit back a noise of disappointment as the prototype slipped out of her lover's body—twisting in place to kiss Helen deeply. "I meant what I said. Just give me a minute."

Helen nodded. "Okay."

Evelyn rested her upper body on the table again, taking several deep breaths. "Okay," she said, sounding like she had caught her breath. "I'm ready. I think I'll need the prototype to be a size down, though." She picked up the bottle of lubricant from where it sat on the table and handed it to Helen.

Helen's throat felt dry as she decreased the prototype's size and poured a liberal amount of lube onto it. She hesitated as she lined herself up; what if she hurt Evelyn due to her inexperience with this kind of sex?

"Everything okay?" Evelyn asked. "You tired?"

"No, I…" Helen stroked Evelyn's back. "I'm worried about hurting you."

"If you do, I'll tell you, and you can stop," Evelyn replied. "It's okay."

Helen rested a hand on the low of Evelyn's back as she eased the tip of the prototype past the band of muscle just inside Evelyn, gasping at the sensation of her lover's tightness enveloping the toy. "Ohhh…wow…"

"Oh, yeah." Evelyn's voice was almost a growl. "More."

Helen gently guided the length of the prototype into Evelyn, who called out in pleasure. "Ev-Evelyn…" Helen whimpered. "You're s-so tight…it feels so good…!"

"Yeah, it does," Evelyn sighed. "Oh, yeah...keep going…"

Helen couldn't have stopped or slowed down if she had wanted to. She gripped Evelyn's hips tightly, burying the prototype as deep into Evelyn as she could, her head tilting back and her eyes closing. "Evelyn…!"

"You like this, don't you?" Evelyn panted. "Oooh, yeah, just like that!"

"Yes," Helen moaned. Remembering what Evelyn had done for her earlier, she leaned over to press kisses to Evelyn's shoulders and neck.

"That feels nice," Evelyn breathed.

"Yeah?" asked Helen, her voice strained with effort and pleasure. "You like when I kiss you?"

"I do…and your breasts feel nice against my back," Evelyn sighed. "More."

"More kisses, or do you want me to go faster?" Helen asked, pressing a kiss to the nape of Evelyn's neck.

"Both," Evelyn groaned. "Please."

Helen did her best to give Evelyn what she wanted, quickening the pace of her hips and dotting kisses on Evelyn's shoulders. She couldn't stop the loud cries that escaped her throat with every thrust, and Evelyn was calling out each time Helen buried the prototype deep in her as well, their voices almost harmonizing. Helen closed her eyes, loving the knowledge that she was giving Evelyn as much pleasure as she was experiencing. "I still can't believe you made this," Helen whispered. "You're so brilliant."

"Thanks," Evelyn whimpered, sounding almost pained, and Helen managed to get out "Am I hurting you?"

"No…feels so fucking good…getting close," Evelyn moaned. "Keep going…just like…oh my G-d…ohhh…!"

Helen felt Evelyn's body tremble and her muscles clamp down hard on the prototype, and the sensation was almost, almost overwhelming, but oh it felt amazing. Helen clutched Evelyn's hips so hard she would feel apologetic later as the most delicious contractions coursed through her and she cried out for Evelyn.

Helen felt almost as though she blacked out for a moment, and when she came to, she was still bent over Evelyn. She kissed Evelyn between her shoulder blades. "Was I too rough?" Helen asked, and she felt Evelyn shake her head no.

"Can you pull out now?" Evelyn asked, and Helen stood up to slowly, carefully remove the prototype from Evelyn's body. Evelyn whimpered slightly, and Helen ran a hand up and down her back.

"You're so wonderful," Helen sighed.

"Back at you, superstar," said Evelyn. She reached for the remote control that still lay on the table and pressed a button; Helen felt the restraints that had bound her ankles fall away. Evelyn stood up, turned around, and kissed Helen hard. Helen wrapped her arms tightly around Evelyn, returning her passionate kisses in kind.

—

Helen woke with a start. She blinked rapidly and the real world swam back into view: the master bedroom of the house Winston Deaver had given her family, her husband slumbering beside her. She wiped her brow with a hand, which came away dripping with sweat, and her pajama top, also damp with sweat, clung to her skin. There was a throbbing ache between her legs that she wasn't entirely comfortable with.

Helen got up, walked to the bathroom, stripped off her sweat-soaked pajamas, and turned on the shower. She stepped underneath the stream of water without waiting for it to warm up. She washed her hair and made a cursory attempt at scrubbing herself, trying and failing not to think about the dream she had just had.

It was the fourth, maybe fifth dream she had had about Evelyn and her "prototype" in the last fortnight. It had been almost a month since superheroes had been made legal again, and Helen had been trying to put her…encounter…with Evelyn behind her since then.

It clearly wasn't working.

By the time Helen was finished with her shower, she had reached a decision: she had to confront Evelyn Deavor.