Chapter 10: High-Voltage Domination
The cold sear of concrete against his cheek. The reek of wet garbage and ozone. Maya’s limp form fading into shadow. Then nothing but the jarring movement of being dragged, the bite of Volt’s fingers in his collar, the terrifying crackle dancing around her knuckles.
Consciousness returned slowly, painfully. Cole peeled his eyes open. Blinking away the lingering synthol haze and the sting of Volt’s backhand, he found himself not in the alley, but sprawled on something incredibly soft. Too soft. White leather. The ambient light was low, indirect, casting long, minimalist shadows. A low hum vibrated through the floor.
He was on a vast, pristine white sofa. Beyond the sofa, floor-to-ceiling windows framed a breathtaking, dizzying panorama of the awakening city, skyscrapers catching the first fiery slivers of dawn. Volt’s penthouse. Sterile. Expensive. Terrifying.
Panic surged, raw and metallic in his throat. He tried to push himself up, but his limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive. Synthol hangover mixed with the lingering disorientation of the alley fight.
"Welcome back, battery pack."
Her voice came from the shadows near the window. Volt leaned against the glass wall, silhouetted against the city lights. She’d shed her tactical jacket, revealing a tight black tank top that showcased powerful arms. One hand held a tumbler of amber liquid; the other still faintly crackled with blue energy, illuminating her sharp features with an electric flicker. She looked utterly in control. Unhurried. Predatory.
"Where... where’s Maya?" Cole rasped, his voice rough.
Volt took a slow sip. "Relax. She’s fine. Annoying, but fine. Just catching up on her beauty sleep outside the Underground. Someone will find her." She pushed off the glass, stalking towards him with feline grace. The crackle intensified as she neared the sofa. "Unlike you, she doesn’t have anything I need tonight."
Cole scrambled backwards, pressing into the cushions. "Get away from me! I won’t… you can’t make me—"
"Oh, spare me the virgin martyr act, Capacitor," Volt scoffed, stopping at the edge of the sofa. She set her drink down on a low glass table with a sharp clink. Her electric-blue eyes raked over him, lingering on the obvious bulge in his jeans, her lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Heard you healed Aura after that collapse. Heard you fixed Volkov’s little atrophy problem. Impressive tricks. Useful tricks." She leaned down, placing her hands on the back of the sofa on either side of his hips, caging him in. The air buzzed, thick with menace. "And I need a tune-up. Big op brewing. My reserves are… depleted."
Her gaze dropped pointedly to his groin again. "Your little power source is exactly what I require. Consider it your civic duty." Her voice dropped to a low, dangerous purr. "Or don't. Doesn't change the outcome."
Cole gasped, frozen in horrified disbelief. "Stop! Volt! Fucking stop!" He tried to push her away, but she simply swatted his hands aside with a dismissive shock that numbed his fingers. Her strength, augmented by her power, was overwhelming.
"Quit squirming," she snapped, her voice losing its purr, becoming clipped, efficient. "This isn't foreplay." Her eyes fixed on his cock, a clinical, appraising look that stripped him bare far more effectively than the removal of his clothes. He felt like lab equipment.
Then her head dipped.
No warning. No preamble. Her mouth, hot and demanding, closed over the head of his cock.
Cole cried out, a strangled sound of shock and violation. Her lips were soft, incongruously so, but her suction was instant and fierce. Her tongue swirled roughly around the sensitive ridge, sending jolts of unwanted, traitorous sensation through his terrified body. He tried to push her head away, but her hand clamped onto his hip, fingers digging in like electrodes, holding him immobile against the leather. Tiny blue sparks danced where her skin met his, not painful, but intensely strange, vibrating through his nerves, amplifying every sensation. He could feel the low thrum of her power vibrating against his skin, buzzing against his shaft.
"Knew you'd be potent." She said, her voice muffled, thick with his flesh. She took him deeper, her tongue pressing hard against the underside. Her free hand came up, fingers tracing the base of his cock, sending fresh sparks skittering across his skin, making his balls tighten. His traitorous body responded, his cock swelling fully hard in her hot, sparking mouth.
She pulled back slightly, dragging her lips along his length, then plunged down again, taking him deeper this time. Cole gasped, arching his back involuntarily. The sensation was overwhelming – the wet heat, the relentless suction, the constant, crackling buzz of her power against his most sensitive skin. It felt like being fucked by raw electricity. Her nose pressed against his lower belly as she deepthroated him with ruthless efficiency. Tender and yet demanding.
"Taste good, battery," she mumbled, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot on his slick cock. Her tongue flicked rapidly at the weeping slit. "Like lightning in a bottle." She didn't wait for an answer, swallowing him down again, her throat muscles working greedily around him. Her hand on his hip tightened, nails biting in, anchoring him as she began a relentless rhythm. Up, down. Hard, fast. Sucking deep. Her head bobbed with mechanical intensity.
Cole whimpered, he clenched his fists in the white leather, knuckles white, trying to fight the inevitable tide building in his groin. He couldn't let her win. Couldn't give her what she wanted. Not like this.
He tried to think of Maya, unconscious in the alley. Of Aura's shocked retreat. Anything to kill the sensation. But Volt was relentless. Her free hand slid from the base of his cock to cup his balls, squeezing gently, her thumb rubbing circles while tiny arcs danced across the sensitive skin.
"Fuck! Stop... please... Volt..." His plea was ragged, broken.
She pulled off again with a wet pop, her lips glistening. A blue spark jumped from her tongue to his cock head. He flinched. "Don't be a pussy, Capacitor," she breathed, her own breath coming faster now. Her eyes were brighter, the electric arcs around her free hand snapping more violently. "Just give it to me. Pump me full. I need it." Her voice held an edge now, beneath the command. A hint of raw need. She licked a hot stripe up his shaft, her gaze locked on his, demanding. "Cum. Now."
She took him deep again, deeper than before, her throat working desperately. Her hand on his balls squeezed harder. The buzzing intensified, the sparks now a constant, prickling storm across his cock and balls, supercharging every nerve ending. Cole clenched his jaw, trying to hold on, but the sensations were too much, it coalesced into a white-hot pressure in his core he couldn't contain.
He came.
A ragged shout tore from his throat, part agony, part terrifying surrender. Hot jets of semen pulsed into Volt’s hungry mouth. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound of satisfaction, swallowing instantly, greedily. Her eyes slammed shut, her body tensing. The sparks dancing on her skin flared violently.
Volt froze mid-swallow. Her eyes flew open. Wide. Shock replaced triumph. Pure, unadulterated shock. Then, a moment later, raw, electric ecstasy.
A low hum built, emanating from her very core. It wasn't her usual crackle. It was deeper. More resonant. The blue sparks flaring on her skin intensified, exploding into furious coronas of light that danced wildly over her arms, her neck, lighting up the dim penthouse with strobing flashes. Her body began to tremble. Not the controlled tremble of effort, but violent, uncontrollable shudders.
She tried to pull off his cock, but her muscles seemed locked. Her jaw remained clamped tight around him as more pulses of semen pumped into her mouth. Each pulse seemed to trigger a fresh, devastating surge within her. The hum rose to a near-deafening whine. Lamps exploded in showers of sparks. Glass rattled in the windows. The panoramic city view flickered as the penthouse lights surged and died, then flared back to blinding intensity.
"Holy... fuck!" The words were garbled around Cole’s cock, thick with his cum and pure, unvarnished awe. Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites. Her grip on his hip became a vise, knuckles white, sparks leaping from her fingers and searing tiny marks into the leather and his skin.
She swallowed convulsively, and the act seemed to trigger an even greater internal detonation. A visible wave of pure, blue-white energy rippled outwards from her chest. It passed over Cole like a physical blow, snapping his head back, making his teeth rattle. Every hair on his body stood on end. The coffee table skittered sideways. A vase on a shelf shattered.
Volt finally tore her mouth away with a ragged gasp, a thin strand of pearly fluid still connecting her lips to his softening cock. She wasn't in control anymore. Far from it. She collapsed backwards onto the thick white rug, her body arching off the floor in a violent, seizure-like spasm. Her back bowed impossibly, heels and head the only points of contact. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as raw lightning, thicker and wilder than Cole had ever seen, erupted from her hands, her eyes, her open mouth – jagged forks of pure energy lashing out in all directions.
The convulsions continued, each one wracking her powerful frame. The silent scream found a voice – a high, keening wail of pure, agonized ecstasy. "AAAAAGH! FUCK! YES! MORE!" she shrieked, the words ripped from her, incoherent. "OH GOD! THE POWER! IT'S... TOO MUCH! DON'T STOP!"
Volt’s body remained a shuddering live wire, muscles locked in agonized ecstasy. Jagged forks of lightning, thicker and wilder than anything he’d seen her conjure, snapped from her outstretched fingers, scorching the ceiling tiles, illuminating her face in stark, stuttering flashes.
Her eyes snapped open again, no longer incandescent blue fire but wide, desperate pupils swallowed by a luminous corona. They fixed on him with a raw, animal need. A guttural groan tore from her lips, thick with desperation. "Fuck... need... inside! Cole!" Her voice was a ragged, high-voltage whine, stripped of its usual arrogance. "Fuck me! NOW!"
With a visible, trembling effort, her free hand clawed at the crotch of her black tactical pants, fingers hooking into the fabric and tearing downward with a harsh rrriiiip. The tough material gave way, exposing the dark, glistening triangle of her pubic hair, slick and swollen.
She didn’t stop. Frantic, uncoordinated fingers shoved the ripped fabric aside, pulling her thighs wide apart. The pale, trembling skin of her inner thighs framed the hot, flushed pink folds of her pussy, already visibly wet and clenching in the air. Her hips bucked violently off the floor, presenting herself with shocking, primal urgency. "Ride this fucking power surge! Pound it DEEP!"
Cole stared, fascinated, his own spent cock twitching traitorously against his thigh. The sheer violence of her electrical storm, the raw, exposed vulnerability beneath the power, the desperate, filthy command – it ignited something dark and primal in his gut, overriding the terror of her initial assault. The sight of her powerful legs spread wide, cunt gleaming and demanding, burned into his retinas. His breath hitched, not in fear, but in sudden, overwhelming hunger.
He didn't think. Didn't hesitate. He scrambled off the ruined sofa, his knees hitting the rug beside her convulsing form. He gripped his cock, already stiffening again with alarming speed, thick and heavy in his hand. He dragged the swollen head through her slick folds, feeling the intense heat radiating from her core, hearing her gasp become a high-pitched whine.
"Oh fuck yes! THERE! RAM IT!" Volt screamed, her head thrashing side to side, blue sparks spitting from her lips. "Shove it ALL THE WAY! Fill me UP!" Her hands flew to his ass, fingers digging in with shocking strength, nails like electrodes, shocking him, pulling him down with desperate force.
Cole gritted his teeth against the electric jolts, a strange pain-pleasure cocktail shooting up his spine. He braced himself over her, his gaze locked on her glistening slit. Then, with a low grunt, he drove his hips forward hard, burying his entire cock into her molten heat in one brutal thrust.
Volt’s scream ripped through the penthouse, shattering a distant lamp. Her body arched higher off the floor, back bowed like a drawn bowstring. Her cunt clenched around him like a superheated vice, spasming rhythmically, milking his shaft with shocking intensity. She was impossibly tight, impossibly hot, the wet silk of her inner walls gripping him with electric pulses that echoed her external storm.
"FUCK! FUCK! LIKE THAT!" she babbled, her voice shredded. "PUMP IT! GIVE ME YOUR GODDAMN CHARGE!" Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him impossibly deeper with each erratic buck of her hips. Her hands raked down his back, leaving stinging trails of static discharge.
Cole lost himself. The violation was gone, replaced by a savage, consuming rhythm. He hammered into her, each deep, punishing thrust fueled by her electric urgency and his own burgeoning, terrifying need. The wet slap of flesh against flesh mixed with the violent crackle of her power. He pistoned his cock into her welcoming, clenching heat, the head bumping hard against her cervix with every deep drive. Her cries were wordless now, primal gasps and shrieks punctuated by bursts of blue light erupting from her skin where their bodies met.
He could feel it building again, a terrifying pressure coiling low in his gut, amplified by the electric feedback loop between them. Her cunt was a furnace, a conduit, demanding his essence. "Volt... I'm... fuck!" he gasped, his rhythm fracturing.
"INSIDE!" she screamed, her eyes blazing cobalt again, locking onto his. "FLOOD ME! SHOOT THAT FUCKING LOAD DEEP! NOW, COLE! NOW!"
The command, raw and desperate, shattered his control. With a final, guttural roar, Cole slammed himself to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against her clit. His balls tightened, drawing up hard against his body. Then he erupted.
Thick, pulsing ropes of semen shot deep into Volt’s convulsing cunt. Each powerful jet seemed to detonate within her. Her scream cut off abruptly, replaced by a silent, open-mouthed gasp. Her entire body locked rigid, every muscle straining to the breaking point. The electrical storm raging around them collapsed inward, condensing into a blinding, searing blue-white light that seemed to emanate directly from her core, from the place where they were joined.
She pulsed around him violently, her inner muscles clamping down on his still-spurting cock with crushing force, milking him dry. The blinding light flared, impossibly bright, then winked out. Volt collapsed back onto the rug like a puppet with its strings cut, utterly boneless, only the frantic rise and fall of her chest betraying life. Cole slumped forward, gasping, his softening cock slipping wetly from her well-used pussy, leaving a thick, pearly trail glistening on her inner thigh, faint blue sparks still flickering within it. Silence descended, thick and heavy, broken only by their ragged breathing and the distant wail of sirens far below.
Cole lay sprawled half on the rug, half off, he felt… hollowed out. Used. Yet beneath the exhaustion coating his bones, a different sensation simmered. A low, unfamiliar thrum in his gut. Not fear. Not revulsion. Something hot. Possessive. Raw. He looked down at Volt, her ripped tactical pants exposing her glistening, well-fucked pussy, a thick strand of his cum leaking onto her inner thigh. She looked… conquered. The thought sent a jolt through him, sharp and demanding. The image of her powerful body arching, screaming, taking him, burned in his mind. The synthol haze was gone, replaced by this insistent hunger.
More.
He didn’t understand it. This wasn't him. Shy, awkward Cole Matthews didn’t do this. He stammered, he blushed, he dropped things. But the thrum grew louder, a drumbeat against his ribs. He needed the heat. The tightness. The power surging through her again. He needed more. With a groan that felt ripped from somewhere primal, he pushed himself up onto his knees. His cock, impossibly, twitched back to life, thick and heavy, already hardening again with a vengeance, fueled by this dark, new energy.
Volt’s eyes, heavy-lidded and unfocused, flickered open. She saw him kneeling over her, saw his renewed erection, thick and ruddy, bobbing near her face. A weak, incredulous sound escaped her lips. "Fucking… hell… Capacitor…?" Her voice was shredded, barely a whisper. Her hand twitched, a weak spark jumping from her fingertips. "Still… got juice…?"
Cole didn’t answer. He couldn't. He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging into firm muscle. She gasped, startled, but offered no real resistance, her body limp with spent power and exertion. He hauled her up, her weight surprisingly manageable in this strange, adrenaline-fueled state. Her ripped pants tangled around her ankles as he pivoted, throwing her backwards with a rough grunt. She landed hard on the white leather couch, bouncing once, her legs splayed, her exposed cunt glistening, her shocked face staring up at him from the ruined cushions.
"Wha—?" Volt started, confusion warring with residual arousal in her electric-blue eyes.
Cole ignored her. He was beyond conversation. He spat heavily, a thick glob landing squarely on the swollen head of his already rigid cock. He smeared it roughly down his shaft with two quick, brutal strokes, the crude lubrication glistening under the flickering city light bleeding through the shattered window. His gaze, intense and unfamiliar, locked onto Volt’s wide eyes. He saw the flicker of understanding, then disbelief, then a spark of something else – challenge? Anticipation? – as he stepped forward, positioning himself between her splayed thighs.
"Turn over," he growled, the command rough, guttural. Not a request. A demand.
Volt blinked, her breathing hitching. "Cole… you don’t mean…?" Her voice trembled, lacking its usual iron.
"Ass up. Now." His voice was flat. Commanding. He grabbed her hips, fingers digging in, and physically rolled her over onto her stomach with a strength that surprised even him, the leather squeaking under her weight. His knee shoved roughly between her thighs, forcing them wider apart. She gasped, face pressed into the cushion, her powerful back muscles tensing. Her ass, pale and firm beneath the remnants of her dark tactical gear, was fully exposed. The tight, shadowed pucker between her cheeks was visible, untouched.
He didn't hesitate. Didn't ask. He lined the thick, spit-slicked head of his cock against her tight, resisting hole. Volt stiffened, a sharp intake of breath hissing through her teeth. "Jesus fuck, Cole! Wait—!"
He didn't wait. He leaned his weight forward, his hands clamping onto her hips, fingers sinking into the flesh. With a low, guttural grunt, he pushed. Hard.
Volt screamed. A ragged, shocked sound muffled by the leather. Her body arched, trying to fight the intrusion. Her ass clenched like a fist, an iron band resisting him. The pressure was immense, almost painful for him, a hot, impossible tightness. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the couch cushion, her face contorted.
"Fucking… tight," Cole gritted out, sweat beading on his forehead. He pushed harder, relentless, his hips driving forward. He felt her give, the tight ring of muscle yielding fractionally under the relentless pressure and the crude lubrication. The head of his cock popped past the initial resistance with a sickening, wet squelch.
Volt shrieked, her body bucking violently. "AAAGH! STOP! YOU GODDAMN ANIMAL! IT HURTS!" Her legs kicked out uselessly. Blue sparks erupted erratically from her clenched fists and pressed knees, scorching the leather.
He pushed deeper. An inch. Then another. The sensation was overwhelming – searing hot, impossibly constricting velvet heat clamping down on his invading shaft. Every nerve ending screamed. He was buried in her ass, deeper than he'd ever been in any woman. The power thrumming inside him roared. He pulled back slightly, then slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Volt’s scream dissolved into a choked sob, her body convulsing around him. "Oh God… oh fuck… oh fuck you…" Her voice was thick with tears and shock. Her ass muscles fluttered wildly, gripping him like a vise. She was trembling violently, her powerful frame utterly dominated, pinned beneath his weight. Her face was pressed hard into the cushion, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. "Too… much…" she whimpered.
Cole barely heard her. The sensation was all-consuming. The tight, fiery heat. The raw power of her body yielding beneath his. The dark, possessive hunger roaring in his blood. He pulled back again, feeling every ridge, every clench, then drove forward hard once more, his hips slamming against her asscheeks with a sharp smack. He began to fuck her. Hard. Deep. Relentless piston strokes into her tightest, most forbidden hole.
The rhythm was brutal, unforgiving. Each deep thrust punched the air from her lungs in a choked gasp or a strangled curse. "Slow… down…!" But Cole was beyond listening. His world narrowed to the punishing slide of his cock in her ass, the slap of skin on skin, the choked sounds tearing from her throat, the electric tremors running through her body with each deep penetration. He gripped her hips like handles, anchoring himself, driving into her with all his weight. The white leather squeaked rhythmically beneath their combined weight. Her ass, initially clenching in painful resistance, began to soften slightly under the relentless assault, the tight channel adapting, reluctantly yielding.
Volt’s cries shifted. The raw pain didn’t vanish, but beneath it, something else surfaced. A guttural groan escaped her. "Oh… fuck…" Her hands scrabbled on the leather, seeking purchase. Her hips pushed back minutely against his next thrust. "Harder…" she gasped, the word barely audible, thick with tears and something else – a dark, surrendered need. "Fucking… harder, you bastard…"
A savage grin stretched Cole's lips. The demand, even surrendered, fed the beast inside him. He leaned forward, pressing his chest onto her sweaty back, increasing the angle, deepening the penetration. He pistoned into her ass with renewed ferocity, faster, harder, each stroke a full, deep invasion that made her cry out and push back against him. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around his shaft, a strange, clenching rhythm that wasn't just resistance anymore. The air crackled faintly, not with her controlled power, but with the raw energy of their violent coupling. Her choked gasps turned into ragged moans, interspersed with broken pleas. "Yes… god… fuck me… ruin me… fill my ass…!" Her head thrashed side to side on the cushion, her electric-blue eyes screwed shut, tears tracing paths through the sweat and grime on her cheeks. She was lost in it. Taken. Used. Needing it. The power surged within Cole, dark and triumphant, as he felt his own climax coiling, inevitable, spurred by her filthy surrender and the punishing tightness milking his cock.