Chapter Eleven: Wait Your Turn
As Butcher pressed the accelerator to the floor and merged onto the highway, hours, and hours away, Dr. Craig Dalton stirred awake in the tangled sheets of his king-sized bed
Craig held his breath before he opened his eyes, straining his ears for any sound of Stormfront.
He blew out a shaky breath and crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. His body was sore from where Stormfront had spent hours using him in ways he'd never even fantasized about.
He groaned as a spike of pain shot through his rectum and he flushed with shame as he remembered Stormfront's invading fingers and blunt objects as she made him come repeatedly until he cried.
As Craig ran a warm bath and added nearly half a box of soothing eucalyptus salts to the water, back in the Vought building Homelander and Stormfront were leaned close together as they reviewed the hacked email account of Dr. Olivia Phillips.
The pair of Supes spent time reading every message she had ever composed in search of talk about company sedition. They whispered to themselves as they read every social media post from benign bagel breakfast posts and countless likes of cat and dog photos.
Vought was anxious to blame the explosions and violence around the city on domestic terrorism and capitalize on their fearmongering by hyping Homelander as a potential presidential candidate with his hardline stance on crime and the protection of the country.
Butcher had a rap sheet that was easy enough to run through the news spin cycle and turn him into one of the top ten most wanted. Vought was desperate to either vilify or canonize Olivia.
Homelander and Stormfront scrutinized every character Olivia had ever typed while in two transparent, lead-lined, and electrified cells, The Female and Starlight each waited for whatever Vought had in mind for the two rogue Supes.
As the two women were forced to wait in isolation, hours in the opposite direction, Billy kept glancing over at Olivia as she stared out the side window. With her face mostly turned away, he couldn't see her expression.
"Are ya warm enough?" he finally asked when double-digit miles passed without her saying anything.
Butcher was relieved when she looked over as her lips pulled into a half-smile. "Yes, sorry, I got lost in my thoughts."
Olivia reached for the dial to increase the volume of the radio when Butcher closed his hand around hers.
"What were you lost thinking about love?" he asked, wishing he didn't have to keep his eyes on the road.
Olivia shook her head, "nothing worth mentioning."
"Tell me," he demanded and squeezed her hand harder.
Before Olivia could deflect his demand and tightening grip, the anchor for the popular nationwide news station began discussing the domestic terrorism that had occurred on American soil.
Butcher released Olivia's hand as the anchor went on to describe the two suspects William Butcher and Dr. Olivia Phillips, a disgruntled Vought employee who was selling secrets to a foreign government.
Butcher pressed the button that turned off the radio as Olivia remained wordless, the news anchor description of herself seared into the front of her mind.
"How…how can you be sure that we're going to be safe now? Fucking terrorists? Vought has eyes everywhere and ties to so many more companies than the IMF is even aware."
Butcher quickly moved over two lanes and took the next exit as her voice rose in pitch. He navigated the bulky vehicle to the rear of a strip mall shopping center and set the parking brake before speaking.
"We got out of town while those fucking Supe's were having their fun, we'll make a new life for ourselves," he started before Olivia interrupted him.
"Homelander will never let this rest, he's probably taking it as a personal fucking slight. He'll never stop looking," she insisted.
Butcher unbuckled his seat belt and hers simultaneously before yanking her awkwardly into his formidable embrace and stopping her flow of words with the rough press of his lips against hers.
"I'm going to go pick up a cheap phone," he mumbled when he lifted her lips. "I'll secure us new identities, passports and a fucking deed to the house in a couple days."
Olivia blinked at him, never really quite grasping the concept of acquiring new identities and documents. It seemed too reserved to that of the cinematic world.
Butcher watched Olivia's face as she tried to corral her emotions. She dropped her eyes from him as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. He felt a fracture of self as he watched the hot, bloated tears run down her cheeks as new, uncomfortable feelings tied his intestines into a tight, double-knot.
Butcher brushed the rough pads of his thumbs along the wet line of her tears as he wracked his brain for how to soothe her fear.
"How can I stop your tears?" he groaned as his eyes fell to her full lips and down to where her chest was rapidly rising and falling as she tried to control her breathing.
Olivia raised her eyes to meet his and lifted her hands to grasp his wrists. "Swear that we'll be safe, that I don't have to be afraid the rest of my life."
As Butcher thought carefully before he put his words together, back at the Vought building, Stormfront and Homelander congratulated each other after one of Stormfront's techie fuck boys manipulated some images of Olivia to look like she supported controversial national hotspots.
After the large room was cleared and it was just Stormfront, Homelander and the locked-up Starlight and The Female, Stormfront reached a hand down to grip Homelander's balls hard through his suit. "Do you want to have some fun?" she whispered as her eyes glittered dangerously.
"What did you have in mind?" he practically panted as Stormfront squeezed rhythmically as she spoke.
"Let's see if we can make that bitch talk," she murmured and looked over at the clear cell where The Female was crouched in the corner.
Homelander's smile widened as Stormfront kept massaging his balls as she typed a few commands into the individual cell security system.
The Female's cell door opened and before she could even think about launching an offensive, Stormfront extended her hands and held The Female in a paralyzing and painful electrical storm as she moved her through the air in Homelander's direction.
Stormfront stopped the electrical onslaught as Homelander's eyes burned red and he moved The Female back in Stormfront's direction.
Annie leapt to her feet and pounded her fists on the tempered glass, the soundproof cell kept all the noise contained.
Stormfront looked over and locked eyes through the clear glass with Starlight as she ripped one of The Female's arms off and hurled her bleeding body back towards Homelander who disarticulated her thigh bone from where it was firmly seated in her hip socket.
The Female remained silent as her femoral artery was torn and her hot, gushing blood decorated the walls like a newly discovered, still wet to the touch, Jackson Pollack painting.
"Wait your turn little Star," Stormfront said through clenched teeth as her and Homelander finished quartering The Female until she was a mute William Wallace.
Stormfront and Homelander shoved each torn off limb into large plastic bags before Homelander ripped The Female's head cleanly free from her neck, the last of her blood volume spilling out into the tiled floor as Annie crumbled to the ground within her small cell.
Annie scrambled backwards as Stormfront typed the same characters on the keyboard and her cell door sprang open.
As Stormfront lifted her hands and purple electrical fingers reached for Starlight, back in the strip mall parking lot, Butcher leaned closer to Olivia, her breath coming slower as he whispered against her ear.
The strands of her hair tickled his nose as his warm exhale washed over the soft lobe of her ear.
"Close your eyes," he rasped and moved back until she reluctantly complied.
Olivia held her breath as she heard Butcher fumbling in the glove compartment before she felt him envelope her left hand in his warm grip.
Olivia gasped as her eyes flew open when she felt him slipping the platinum band around her ring finger.
She looked down at the diamonds encrusted in the band, encircling the pear-shaped center stone.
Butcher lifted her hand and pressed his lips to the sparkling ring.
As Olivia's mouth went bone-dry and she searched for her words, back at the towering Vought building, Stormfront pulled Starlight forcefully from her cell and across the room. She landed on a long table where Homelander was waiting to pounce on top of her.
Annie's breath left her lungs as Homelander pinned her to the table as he tisked lightly and slapped her until the little star saw actual stars.
As her vision cleared, Stormfront crossed the room and stood at the head of the table until she could smooth Annie's tangled hair away from her face, her touch so gentle. One heartbeat later, Stormfront's hands held open Annie's mouth as Homelander freed his hardening cock from the confines of his tight suit.
Stormfront smiled up at Homelander as he stroked himself to painful hardness before shifting until he could plunge his cock down Annie's throat.
Homelander grunted as he jabbed the head of his cock into the wet walls of her throat, her chocking and gagging serving as an extra aphrodisiac.
Stormfront felt her own cunt flood with wetness as Annie's choked cries filled the room. She adjusted her grip and let one hand unzip her suit, her creamy white breasts spilling forth as she traced a couple fingers down to tease her clit.
Stormfront looked up at Homelander as he brutally fucked Starlight's throat as she moved her fingers in small, rapid circles around her oversensitive clit.
Homelander's breathing took on a ragged edge and Stormfront urgently cried out as she increased the rhythm of her fingers up and down her wet slit.
"Don't come in that bitch, end her and fuck me," Stormfront demanded as she pulled her suit away to expose more of her cunt before plunging her fingers deep inside her tight, wet center.
Homelander grinned and let his full weight fall forward, his cock filling Starlight's throat, completely cutting off her ability to breathe.
Stormfront teased herself closer to orgasmic precipice as Starlight asphyxiated to death.
Once Annie's heart stopped, Homelander pulled his cock from her slack mouth, spit, mucus, and bile dripping from his shaft.
Stormfront laid back on the floor and held open her thighs as far as she could and spread open her wet cunt lips with one pale hand.
"Fuck me," she demanded as Homelander buried his cock to the hilt until their intimate flesh kissed as she groaned wantonly, thrusting her hips up to meet his. "You're a hero," Stormfront shouted loudly as her cunt sucked at his plunging cock.
"You're going to rule this country and then the world," she purred and squeezed her thighs around his waist.
Homelander groaned as the walls of her innermost femininity tightened around his invading cock. "You'll be at my side," grunted as he yanked his cock free of her wet hole and roughly flipped her over.
He shoved his fingers briefly in her soaking wet pussy until he could slide the dripping fingers into her tight rear entrance.
"At your side," Stormfront agreed and pushed her hips back to meet him. He needed no encouragement to plunge his cock up her ass until the supple flesh of her bottom stopped him from sinking further.
Homelander yanked Stormfront's head back until her neck stretched into a taut line as he filled her tight ass with a veritable bucket of sticky, hot come.
"At my side," he repeated and slumped over her, the light sheen of sweat drying on their exposed skin.