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Subject: {ASSM} Silver Pt 1 (MF, mast, no real sex, superhero)
Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 16:10:10 -0500
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Silver Pt 1
by ellem@techie.com

--MF, mast, no real sex, superhero--

--
Standard Disclaimer... Work of fiction, no persons are real, work of
fantasy, read only if you can vote legally and can tell the difference
between real and make-believe
--

The Suit
--

The ancient Sumerians had found a mixture of mercury and silver that
could be made into a cloth.  Several texts had mentioned the material
but the alchemy was lost like the ability to turn lead into gold.  The
material was said to give the wearer invincibility due to the unique
properties of the liquid and malleable metals.  The fabric would
literally absorb and distribute the shock of any blow and was said to
dull the edge of even a vorpal blade.  The wearer would also reap the
energies of his foes as the alloy would was a conduit for power.  No
one had ever reproduced the material and it was considered a myth.  It
had few mentions in the tales of Sumerian folklore but many in their
rather copious scientific and mystical writings.

Alexander Masterson did not believe that the fabric was a myth, but he
also did not believe that the fabric could imbue the wearer with any
protection more than any other fabric.  Finding the chest of the
silvery material was a great moment in his career.  The fact that his
peers seemed disinterested in the garments was odd by his estimation.
The garments had immediately told Alexander two things:

One, that the ancient Sumerians were a people of short stature.

Two, that the ancient Sumerians wore these garments as undergarments.

He based this on the following assumptions:

One, the garments were barely more than sacks that even if stretched
to their greatest tensile limit could cover a person of approximately
4 and half feet.

Two, the garments must have been extremely form fitting and given the
Sumerians general admonishment of all nudity, certainly these would
need to have conventional clothing over them.  

Alexander surmised that the Sumerian Warriors wore these garments as
ceremonial garb and wore more substantial armor above this thin,
flimsy material.  Try as he might to squeeze into the material
Alexander could not.  At best he could drape himself with several
pieces.  There was an electric feel to the material.

Years of frustration followed his discovery.  Finally a breakthrough
on the properties of the material surfaced when a translation of a
mystical book was made.

"The second skin shall absorb the pure and protect defilement and
sword."

It took several days to translate the rest but clearly the Sumerians
were using the material in battle.  Alexander thought he had a fairly
good grasp of who could wear the garments.  His professorship would
certainly lead him to virgin who could fill the silver sack.  Then
testing on its near magical claims of invulnerability could be tested.
While discussing this with his current boyfriend Alexander realized
that finding a virgin in college would be a difficult task at best.

"No wonder you couldn't get into the damn thing; slut!"  James chided
Alexander.  For some reason Alexander immediately remembered his
niece, Taylor.  Certainly she was still a virgin, she was only 17 for
Christ sake and her mother smothered her.  Sending her to all of those
martial arts classes and gun ranges.  Any boy would be scared out of
his wits to get within twenty yards of her.  He phoned her up and
asked her to come to the city.

Taylor Gets A New Suit
--

When Taylor Patrick got the phone call from her Gay Uncle Al she
jumped at the opportunity to spend some time with him in the city.
Her mother, while not entirely certain it was a good idea decided it
would be OK since nearly everyone Alexander knew was terribly gay.
She kissed her blossoming daughter and watched her get on the bus to
the city.

Taylor felt the oppression of her mother's bizarre sexual repression
lift off of her like a heavy weight from her shoulders.  Mrs. Patrick
had been raped as 5 year-old Taylor and her ultimately murdered father
watched for 4 days.  Taylor had no intentions of having sex or even
dating while she was away from her mother, she just didn't want to be
reminded constantly that sex was an evil thing forced onto women.
Rape was.  Sex and making love were different.  The scars Mrs. Patrick
had ran deep though and Taylor knew better than to argue the point
with her mother.

When Alexander saw his niece he was amazed at how much she'd changed
in just a few months.  Taylor had changed.  A woman was busting out of
her childlike body.  She was still slight at 5 foot 4 and 110 lbs as
the scale reported.  Her short pageboy haircut showed her clear and
wonderful face.  Even without moving her mouth she seemed to be
smiling, probably the bright blue eyes and the fair blonde hair.
Taylor was beaming.  Her chest was clearly going to be as large as her
mother's swaying Ds but they were not quite that large yet.

"So what are we going to do?  Measure and weigh me all day?  Isn't
there something fun to do, huh uncle Al?"

"Well tomorrow should be fun, but tonight I thought we'd keep things
low key, just you, myself and James maybe a bit of wine after dinner.
I assume you must be terribly tired from the bus ride."

"Bored is more like it.  Can't we go out?"

Alexander contemplated taking his niece out on the town but her newly
developed curves looked like a lot of trouble.  He could imagine the
catcalls and the hoots.  Considering that he needed her to remain pure
it seemed like a very bad idea.

"Not tonight honey.  Tomorrow I swear.  Let's just relax tonight."

"OK," she harrumphed, smirking at her favorite uncle.

The night was filled with James' risqu  humor that Alexander had used
to determine that Taylor was not only a virgin but had never even
kissed a boy before.  He prepared the lab in his apartment for the
next day.  Although he had no intention of using them he laid several
swords and a pistol out on the table.  Alexander was quite certain
that Taylor would feel the very first smack he planned to give her if
she could get into the ancient Sumerian garment.

Taylor woke early and padded out to the kitchen quietly.  As she
opened the refrigerator she was startled by James' exclamation, "Oh
girl you are gonna make me straight!"

"James!"

"Look at you.  All sexy in your t-shirt and shorts; you got no panties
on do you?"

"James!" She gasped in a higher pitch.  Her mouth curled into a smile
and they laughed.  Taylor hadn't ever really considered her own body
before.  It was coming in very fast and the pangs of puberty were very
nearly gone by her 17th birthday last May.  A good friend, whom mother
hated simply because he was a boy, had mentioned that she was turning
into a really hot chick.  Taylor dismissed that comment and others
like it.

After lunch Alexander handed Taylor the silvery sack they had been
discussing since yesterday.  She looked at it and then at her uncle.
Her eyes bulged at the incredible feel of the fabric; it was like
licking a 9-volt battery with her whole body.  She ran to the bathroom
to get into the warrior's skin, as they were referring to it.

Taylor stripped naked and as soon as her feet were in the sack it
enveloped her body.  Energy coursed through her skin.  Every part of
her body was drenched in the sensuous feeling of power.  The sack had
stretched or expanded over her entire body.  She was covered from her
head to her toes in the stimulating fabric.  Only her face remained
uncovered.  She put her shorts and t-shirt back on and walked out of
the bathroom.

Alexander was ecstatic to see the warrior skin on a human being.
Something no one had seen since ancient Sumerian times.  They all
marveled at the beauty of the fabric.  Taylor removed her street
clothes instinctively and stood before her uncle and his boyfriend
gleaming in the silver splendor.  More energy was pulsing through the
suit to her and she felt incredibly strong.

"I'm charged.  I am electric."

"You should be invincible.  I am going to hit you with an open hand.
Tell me if you feel it."

"OK."

Alexander hit his niece in the upper arm with his open hand and he
immediately felt a sharp pain in his arm.  He was unable to
immediately write down the event as he had planned.  Taylor didn't
even flinch.

"How do you feel?  Are you OK?"

"Fine.  I actually feel a little better than before you hit me."

"Jack could you try?"

Without a word Jack smacked Taylor's ass with a loud whack that sent
him sprawling to the floor writing in pain.  Taylor's chest heaved and
she gasped.

"Did that hurt?"

"Fuck yes," James said through clenched teeth.

"No, no. It felt really good.  It, mmm, went right between my legs.
The power.  Ooh.  Someone do that again," Taylor purred, her tone
dropping nearly an octave.

"I cannot believe this is happening."

"Hello!  Lover in great pain here!"

Alexander disregarded James' protestations and picked up a switch and
without warning slapped it across Taylor's chest.  Again she reacted
only with a satisfied gasp.  Alexander began using the switch on her
thighs and buttocks.  No sign of pain.  While he was in no pain he
began to feel very weak.  The myth was fact.

After hours of testing Taylor remained strong and unharmed.  James and
Alexander were however depleted and pained.  The garment did all the
ancient texts said it was going to do and actually a bit more.  In
charging it's wearer it actually gave some sexual sensations.  Deep
sexual sensations.


"Taylor," Alexander said after slapping her with swords that broke on
her and hitting her with small metal balls and large 2 by 4s, "I need
to shoot you."

"Uncle Al I don't want to be a party pooper but I think I'd prefer not
to be shot."

"Well that certainly is reasonable," Alexander, said lifting the
pistol off of the table, certain no harm would come to her, "but I
think it is totally necessary to test the properties of this suit."

"Uncle Al!  Don't!"

The bullet simply disappeared into the metallic fabric.  Taylor did
not move.  James stood slack-jawed switching his focus from Alexander
to Taylor.  Alexander looked at Taylor whose face was growing dark as
her eyes turned to slits on her face.  She walked toward he uncle and
handed him the bullet.  As he looked down on the perfect bullet in his
hand he noticed it was cold.  He never saw the punch coming.  A
perfect blow directly into her uncle's temple that sent him sprawling
to the floor.  A culmination of her martial arts training and an
unearthly guidance of her fist to his head made possible by the suit.
She had intended to punch his arm.

"Oh my God!  Are you OK?  I am so sorry uncle Al!"

As Taylor bent over with one hand over her mouth James, who unlike
Alexander had been with women, looked at the shiny beauty now on her
knees in front of him.  He found himself very attracted to Taylor.  So
attracted that he involuntarily reached out and touched her.  He
stroked her enduring the pain.  Taylor felt the energy course through
her and collect by her sex.

"How do I get this thing off," Taylor asked as her uncle regained his
composure.  James, despite the agonizing pain, continued to stroke
young, perfect Taylor.

"You have to stop that," Taylor weakly protested as she got on all
fours and parted her legs, as if readying herself for sex.  James'
hand moved to the pleasure center and as he caressed her, his agony
turned into a full-blown, but dry orgasm leaving him thoroughly
exhausted.  Taylor stood up sexually charged.  Her nipples and areolas
were engorged pushed the metallic garment out.

"You are indestructible.  You are invincible.  You are a superhero,"
Alexander exclaimed.

"Great, how do I get out of this thing?  I have to pee," Taylor asked
again.

"I don't know can you just pull it off?"

"From where?"  Taylor made a beeline to the bathroom.  The stirring in
her crotch was not the urge to pee she was mistaken, it was the urge
to be touched.  When she got to the bathroom she frantically tried to
remove the warrior skin but found she could not.  She began rubbing
herself in an attempt to sate the imperative feelings between her
legs.  The garment began to recede from her sex allowing her now
uncovered fingers to molest her private parts.  The garment simply
fell apart, melting off of her as her rubbing became more intense.
She felt the throes of her first orgasm as she stood with her legs
together both hands between them and while her body moved rhythmically
like a snake.  Her uncle and James opened the bathroom door and saw
the now naked Taylor cumming with her back against the wall.  James
grabbed her and took her from the bathroom and put her on the plush
couch in the living room.  In Taylor's orgasmic state she was nearly
delirious and James was able to place his hands in spots a more
conscious 17 year-old might object to if a gay 50 year-old man touched
her that way.

Taylor was spent.  The suit had given her super-human strength but
without it on she felt all of the strain of not being super-human.
While she could not feel any of the pain that would be associated with
the blows and bullets her body endured she was weak from exertion.
Taylor fell fast asleep and Alexander covered her with a fleece
blanket.  James was still rather aroused by her and left to do what
she had done in the bathroom.

Out In The Streets
--

In the darkness that skyscrapers cloak an unlit city street in
criminals perform their most vile atrocities against humanity.  The
darkness provides them with the anonymity their kind need to survive.
On 145th street that sort of darkness is draped on the neighborhood at
all times, defying the sun's best efforts.  Two men saw the woman come
up from the subway on 147th, alone, unprotected.  They swooped down on
her, pulling her in between two parked cars.  Before she could scream
out her clothes were torn from her body and one of the men had his fat
cock in his hand, pumping it to full erection.  The other man held her
down by her shoulders.

"You are gonna get fuc..." Silver's fist came out of his chest in an
explosion of bone and muscle.  The other man never got up as Silver's
foot crushed his head with a vicious kick.  Silver picked up the naked
woman and admonished her, "What are you thinking walking here alone?"
She spat.

The woman collected her ripped garments and skulked away.  Silver
surveyed the area for more crime but the streets were getting quieter
now that the word was out; a rouge superhero was on the loose,
killing, not catching, criminals. 

The daily rags reported on the phenomenon giving the silver clad
avenger many monikers but finally settling on Silver.  Hi Ho Silver
read the article that contained the first picture of her in action.
She was bashing the heads of some thugs.  The picture made a splash on
the Internet and many sites put up pictures and stories about the
crime fighter in compromising positions.  

Secretly the police were ecstatic to see the crime drop off so rapidly
but publicly they vowed to capture the femme fatale.  Alexander and
James were also concerned that they had let loose a monster.  Taylor
refused to remove the second suit they had given her.  She learned to
control the suit allowing her to purge her bodily wastes.  The suit
hadn't changed her demeanor she was still a sweet 17 year-old blonde
but during battle she became merciless.  None of her foes had survived
their encounter with her.  Many opponents of the death penalty would
be shocked to learn that even car thieves were executed by the new
superhero Silver.

--
Whad'ya think?  Want to read the further adventures of Silver?
ellem@techie.com        


 

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