Find a home base

You walk up to the smart three-storey Georgian building, and knock on the door. It took some quick communication with Emma, but your devoted genius soon found you a suitable place to hide out until you could muster the funds for a purpose-built facility. The only catch is - it's already occupied.

The door glides open, to reveal a stunning woman wearing figure-hugging black sportswear. And what a figure it is - athletic, leggy, with prominent mounds on her chest at odds with her taut waist. She's twenty-eight, and as flawless as they come. Her wavy auburn hair is styled as a bob, perfectly framing her attractive face.

"Hi, can I help you?" Her smile is dazzling, both in colour and beauty.

"I'm with the building inspection service," you say, returning her smile. "The council should have written to you about this."

The woman hesitates for a moment, eyeing you uncertainly. Though you've changed into civvies, you're quite an imposing figure. Then she inhales, and her suspicions fade away. "Of course - I'm afraid I must have missed the letter. I'm Mary, by the way."

"{if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} Abbott." You shake her hand, and follow her into the house. You immediately start looking around - the corridor is spotless, its wood floor polished and shining, and when you see the huge, ultra-modern kitchen, you see that this is exactly what you had hoped for. The building is huge - plenty of space for your team of vigilantes to live and work, with spare rooms to be converted to more useful purposes - all owned by this single, wealthy woman.

"What do you need to look at? I rather regret missing that letter," says Mary, embarrassed, her eyes following you carefully.

"I believe there are some hidden passages connecting to the basement - do you know where to find them?"

Mary nods, and leads you down the stairs into the basement, which seems to be used for storage at the moment. Boxes are stacked against every wall, a comfy-looking leather sofa set diagonal to the room. Exposed pipes run from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall, in a crazy web of tubes, valves and junctions.

"Sorry for the mess," grimaces Mary. She pushes aside a few boxes, and turns a valve on one of the pipes. You watch, impressed, as a man-sized slab of concrete swings on unseen hinges, revealing a darkened passage stretching into the distance. Next she pulls at a book on the bookshelf, and the perfect cliché secret-tunnel-through-the-bookcase reveals itself. Finally, Mary rolls up the colourful mat laid on the floor.

"Could you... lift me up, please?" The redhead is now breathing quite heavily, her pale blue eyes darting between your face, {if Futa==true}breast, ass,{else}chest, crotch,{endif}, eyes, everywhere. You comply, passing your hands around her narrow waist, and hoist her upwards, so she can reach one of the pipes on the ceiling. You inhale her scent - jasmine and lavender. You can feel the strength of her abs under your hands, tensing to give you a firm purchase, as she stretches to twist a valve above her. With a click, a trapdoor opens in front of you.

"There, all of my passages are available to you," breathes Mary.

"Thanks," you grin, knowing exactly what she means - and what she wants - but deciding to make her squirm a bit longer. Picking the first corridor, you turn on your flashlight, and advance into the darkness. This is why you selected this building above others: the Victorian owner had been a rather shady figure, and had installed these secret ways of coming and going into the original Georgian building. In addition, the location was close enough to the city centre to respond quickly in an emergency, but far enough away that they were much less likely to be seen in costume entering the building. You soon reach the end of the passage, walking on a metal grate above road drainage overflow, which empties into the river. You look up, and see metal rungs leading up the brick bank.

You head back down the corridor, and check the other two passages. One emerges onto a dark back alley, the other hidden by bushes from a road. Each time you come and go, you notice Mary lounging on the sofa, watching after you intently, her hands shoved firmly under her thighs, as if she had been interrupted and was resisting carrying on.

"So, are any of my tunnels at risk of getting flooded?" asks the redhead flirtatiously, her lips parting slightly as she gazes at you.

"Perhaps," you return, drinking in the sight of her. "I might need to inspect them first."{if Futa==true}

Mary steps towards you. "There's one in particular that's been getting very damp recently."

"Don't worry. I'm an expert."

"You'd better be. It's very. Very. Wet." Her glossy lips are inches from yours, your breaths mingling, eyes locked on one another.

You kiss Mary passionately, and she's instantly trying to press her mouth deeper and deeper into yours, her arms looping around your neck as she pulls herself closer to you. "Yes," she whispers, before plunging back in. You hold her back and her ass, mashing her mountainous breasts against yours, one of her legs hooking around your waist. After a few seconds, you throw Mary onto the sofa, ripping off her black leggings. Your pheromones have driven Mary wild with lust, and she spreads her legs for you, groping one of her huge breasts with abandon as she gazes at you. You slide yourself between her legs, then slide your tongue into her pussy. She wasn't lying - she's tight, hot, and wet, and she's already beginning to squirm from your ministrations.

"God... Mikaela... just there... yes, oh my God, yessss..."

It barely takes a minute before Mary cums, breathlessly moaning your name as she releases a stream of juices into your waiting mouth. Licking your lips with a smirk, you straddle the redhead. Kneeling up, your Amazonian stature gives you enough height that when you pull down your pants, your cock springs out, slapping against Mary's face. Her blue eyes widen, pupils dilating, and suddenly slams her mouth down over your length, right until you bump the back of her throat. You pull off your top, exposing your perfect breasts, then bury your fingers in her silky hair. She starts giving you long, sensuous sucks, her right hand jerking off the second half of your length that doesn't fit.

"Mmm, you are a good girl, aren't you, Mary?"

She moans, adding her left hand to your shaft whilst continuing her fantastic blowjob.

"I can already tell we're going to have lots of fun," you purr, stroking her cheek. "I'm going to start by cumming down your throat, blowing my load straight into your stomach. How does that sound, pet?"

The millionaire pulls her lips off your glans with a *pop*. "Yes please, Miss Abbott. Let me guzzle down your delicious milky cu-"

She is cut off as you push your head back between her lips, sinking until you again bump the back of her mouth at barely halfway in. As Mary gives out a low moan of appreciation, you slowly stand, being careful to not let your glans out of her mouth, and lean over the back of the couch, your huge mammaries dangling freely. Very slowly, you begin to squat, your cock sinking inch by inch into her mouth. At halfway, you feel the narrowing of the entrance to her throat. Suddenly you bend your knees and push your glans roughly through the constriction, and deep down her throat, not stopping until you've finally sheathed your entire length inside the redhead. For a second, you hold there, your balls resting on Mary's chin, your tip somewhere behind her sternum, the shape of her throat distorted by the huge column it holds. Despite the millionaire's valiant efforts, she soon begins to ****, and you push out of the squat, lifting your cock up, out of her throat until only your head remains behind her glossy lips. Then you repeat. And again. And again.

Tears leak out of your new host's sky-blue eyes, but they're of exhilaration as much as pain. Her mascara runs down her cheeks, but she stares up at you with absolute, total adoration, desperately trying to suck you back in every time you pull out of her throat. You slowly up your pace, as best as you can given the incredible tightness of her oesophagus, feeling your breasts bounce with every thrust. You reach out to roughly grab Mary's red hair, then explode. Straight into her stomach, just as you promised her.

“Mary, you will forever be devoted to me, doing whatever I say without question, accepting whatever I tell you without question. You love and desire me with all your being, and dream of being with me forever. Your favourite way to have sex will be shitty porno roleplay, like how we did earlier. You will never think our relationship, or anything I or those around me do is negative or strange. Your body will remain fit, healthy and sexy for as long as you live, your pussy nice and wet, and the only hair you grow will be on your head and eyebrows. Unfreeze.”

With a final moan, Mary slumps against the sofa, shuddering. Sighing, you lift your still-hard cock out of her abused throat.

“How did… how is my tunnel, baby?” croaks Mary, smiling dopily.

“A tight squeeze at times, but nice and hot inside,” you smirk. “You don’t mind if my friends and I stay a while, so I can conduct some follow-up inspections?”

“Of course,” beams the redhead, despite her stained face. “You’re welcome to use my tunnels any time you like, Miss Abbott.”{else}

Mary steps towards you. "They're very tight. I don't know if a big boy like you would fit in."

"One of them looks pretty wet."

"Oh, it is." Her glossy lips are inches from yours, your breaths mingling, eyes locked on one another.

"Maybe it's time for an inspection, then."

Mary kisses you passionately, desperately trying to press her mouth deeper and deeper into yours, her arms looping around your neck as she pulls herself closer to you. "Yes," she whispers, before plunging back in. You hold her back and her ass, pressing her mountainous chest into your pecs, her sodden crotch onto your raging erection. Your pheromones have driven Mary wild with lust, and she shoves you back onto the sofa, straddling your legs. Wasting no time at all, she tugs down first her black leggings and then your pants, before thrusting down onto your rigid cock. She moans erotically, before quickly leaning in to snog you again. She wasn't lying - she's tight, hot, and wet. She starts frantically bouncing her ass up and down on you, holding her shoulders steady whilst her pelvis wiggles up and down, with amazing skill. You bury a hand in her silky hair, holding her steady as you kiss back, whilst your other hand gropes her perky breasts beneath her workout clothes.

As you relax back into your chair, letting this gorgeous millionaire worship your body, The only thing you do is gradually increase the size of your cock.

Mary gasps when she lands on your growing shaft, her breathing becoming more and more ragged as her sleeve struggles to accommodate your growing member. Soon she has to use her entire body weight to overcome the pressure of your cock, impaling herself with a moan that soon grows into a scream, as she rides your growing behemoth, which gradually stretches her beyond her wildest dreams. Within minutes she becomes a mindless animal of lust, eyes rolling back into her head as she orgasms again and again, until finally you sense she can’t be stretched any more, and cum deeper inside her than was possible for any other man. She clutches desperately onto you as she has her largest orgasm yet, crying with joy until her eyes turn gold, and she freezes atop you.

“Mary, you will forever be devoted to me, doing whatever I say without question, accepting whatever I tell you without question. You love and desire me with all your being, and dream of being with me forever. Your favourite way to have sex will be shitty porno roleplay, like what we just did. You will never think our relationship, or anything I or those around me do is negative. Your body will remain fit, healthy and sexy for as long as you live, your pussy right and wet, and the only hair you grow will be on your head and eyebrows. Unfreeze.”

With a final moan, Mary collapses onto you, shuddering. Sighing, you lift her off your still-hard cock.

“How did… how is my tunnel, baby?” asked Mary dopily.

“A tight squeeze at times, but nice and hot inside,” you smirk. “You don’t mind if my friends and I stay a while, so I can conduct some follow-up inspections?”

“Of course,” winks the redhead, pulling her leggings back up. “You’re welcome to visit my tunnels any time you like, Mr Abbott.”{endif}