Fuck yeah

GERRY

This was the moment I had been waiting for. The moment I got to screw a super-heroine. I got to work out all my aggression on her. And I didn’t even need the app!

Well, okay, the app did make me more charming and the only reason that Kara wanted to have sex right now was because she hadn’t been able to orgasm in the past few days…but still, I had *mostly* seduced her through my own perseverance and quick thinking.

But, there was one more step, to make sure this went the way I wanted it to.

“I…I can’t…” I said, standing up and turning away in my best impersonation of an actor in a soap opera.

“You already have someone?” Kara asked, her spirits clearly dashed.

“No, it’s not that…it’s just…” I turned back to her. “This is Kara’s house…what if she walks in on us? I couldn’t do that…”

Kara shifted slightly, on the couch. “It-it’s okay…she told me she’ll be out of town…earlier, when she told me about our meeting place. She said we could crash here after…”

“Oh…so you knew she wouldn’t be here to comfort you when I dropped you off…” I said, not accusingly, but merely with the vacant voice of realization.

She blushed at the realization of her two, conflicting lies, but didn’t say anything.

“Still…I…I wouldn’t feel comfortable, doing something like this…in Kara’s apartment…” I said.

She looked away. “It’s okay Gerry…if you aren’t…attracted to me.”

I ran over. “It’s not that at all, Super Girl…I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

She looked at me, not blushing, but captivated by my praise. This poor little fool may as well have been a virgin for how quickly she fell for that line.

“I have a…a fetish. A-and it’s something I’m deeply ashamed of…something that I know a feminist like you…wouldn’t be able to enjoy. So…it just wouldn’t work…”

She breathed in, hard. Then she scooted along the couch until she was closer to me, on her knees, staring up at me, her inflamed pussy no doubt ruining the couch cushions. “I’m not a prude or anything, Gerry…I mean, I’m actually pretty open minded…”

“I appreciate that, Super Girl…but I-I can’t make you go through something like that…not after what you’ve been through.”

“Something like what?” She seemed to perk up, beginning to comprehend how easily the two of us fit together.

I looked away, ashamed.

She stood up and moved closer. “Umm, Gerry?”

“Yes?”

“Please tell me, what umm…what kind of fetish you have? I promise I won’t laugh. I promise not to get angry okay…people can’t control what…umm…turns them on…” She blushed again. “B-but…I think we might be more compatible than you know.”

She leaned towards me. “Please…trust me, like I’ve trusted you?”

I let out a long sigh, like this whole thing was just my cross to bear. “Misogyny.”

KATE

Somehow, this blackmailing asshole knew Kara Danvers. And Kate was going to find out how, before it was too late.

Kara was one of the heroines least likely to question it, if Kate popped in asking questions. Which was convenient, because Kate *really* didn’t want any questions asked about this (she swore to herself that she would never again indulge in her guiltiest of pleasures, after she nailed this overconfident bastard).

Kate didn’t like to think of Kara as naïve. The girl could be clever when she needed to, she was a reporter, after all. Still, it would be a relief that she wouldn’t have to answer too many questions about why Kate was after this individual. And she could be confident that with the level of threat that Kara’s dealt with, she wouldn’t be fixating on the issue for too long either.

She had just landed in the tree outside Kara’s apartment and was peering inside with the heat-signature receptors inside her optical sensors. And that’s when she heard the strange noises.

KARA

Kara stood in her own living room. Her skirt pooled around her Mary Janes, her panties caught on her leggings, and her top pulled up. She pawed at her breasts, as she stared at the man she wouldn’t have looked twice at not long ago.

“Please…Gerry…I need you…you…you can be as rough as you like with me, you don’t have worry about hurting me. You can call me names…I won’t fight back…just…please…”

Gerry stared at her for a moment and then turned away and shook his head.

“No.”

Kara felt the heat down below dying away. If she’d had tears left to spill, she was sure she’d be crying with frustration and shame at this point.

“You’re going to be rough with yourself, Super Girl…and I’m going to watch.”

The heat flared back up and that was when Kara knew how fucked she was.

GERRY

This was great. It had taken a lot of work, a lot of arranging my pawns to get into this position. But it had been worth it. And soon, this blond bimbo wouldn’t remember life without me.

“I want you to talk dirty to me.” I said, sitting down on the couch.

She blushed again, and I wondered how many encounters of the sexual variety she’d actually had. “I…I want you to fuck my pussy…” She said.

Geeze, she was bad at this. I guess I’d have to spell it out for her.

“Super Girl…you’re turned on by misogyny too, aren’t you?” I asked, leaning forward.

She gulped. Then shut her eyes and nodded hard.

“Say it. Say what it is that gets you wet.”

She looked angry for a moment, then conceded. “Misogyny…gets me…wet.” (KARA: +2SP)(74SP)

“So, say something misogynistic…call yourself names.”

“I…I’m a slut…” She said, as she continued pawing at her own breasts, slowly turning them, almost as if to hypnotize me. (KARA: +1SP)(75SP) Her eyes were closed, I think she was too ashamed and too caught up in her arousal, to deal with what she was doing right now.

“Good girl…” I said, as I stood up and walked over, running my hands along her stomach and then lightly teasing her areolae. A reward, to keep her interest.

She moaned. I knew she could only cum from me, but I assumed that, like most women she’d be unable to climax without vaginal stimulation. That presented me with all kinds of ways that I could fuck with her until I decided to give her what she wanted.

“More…” I said. “Make it dirtier…keep insulting yourself, until I tell you to stop…”

She moaned again and shifted, raising her sweet little tits and thrusting her drenched thighs against my waist. She could no doubt feel my manhood, through my pants, but by now she was more turned on by her own degradation and by the degradation of her sex, than by actual sexual organs.

“I’m slut…a slutty little tramp…oh god…I’m so…slutty…” She said, her breathing growing heavier and heavier.

“That’s good, but vary it up a little…” I said, grinning at the fact I was giving her notes. “Use different words to insult yourself…talk about what makes you such a slut…”

“Oh…I’m a whore…I’m a tramp…and a skank…I’m a hussy and a strumpet…I’m a harlot…I’m a floozy…I liked it wearing this costume…because it made men want to fuck me…” She admitted. (KARA: +1SP)(76SP)

“That’s good…really good…” I said, kneading her breasts and kissing her along the neck and shoulders. “Now…tell me how stupid you are…”

She was too lost in the world of lust to refuse, but her pause still indicated her confusion.

“Tell me what a bimbo you are…” I said, as I licked her left nipple and pinched the other.

“Aaaah! I’m a bimbo…I’m…not…smart at all…I’m stuh-stupid. A stupid…little…ah…bimbo. I just think about getting fucked…all day…every day…” (KARA: +2SP)(78SP)

I removed my tongue from her tit and I heard her whimper with displeasure. Then I lifted my head and nuzzled my coarse bristled face against her hot red cheek. Then I spoke, my breath cool against the burning skin of her ear.

“Now tell me how much you need to cum…”

She let out a much louder groan now and trembled so much she shook the floor. “I-I neeeeed…to cummmmm…soooo muuuuuch…I’m going insaaaaaane…”

I realized then that as soon as I’d touched her breasts, she’d dropped her hands to her waist and that she was currently, furiously fingering herself, **** for release. If I hadn’t known that her masturbating was pointless, I would have probably thought she was a selfish lover.

“Of course you do…you were probably thinking about getting fucked…while I was running for my life, you little slut.” I said, running my hand up her thigh.

Her breath hitched and she opened her eyes, concern briefly overcoming her arousal high.

“You were, weren’t you?” I demanded, flicking the inside of her thigh.

She looked worried for a moment then nodded, too **** to orgasm to refuse me at this stage. (KARA: +3SP)(81SP)

“You’d do anything to cum, wouldn’t you?”

“Uhhhh….yesssss…”

“Good. Now take your hands away from your cunt, Super Slut.”

She opened her eyes again, her face dripping with sweat from the **** of her masturbation and the heat pulsing through her body. Then, she slowly, retracted her hands from her pussy and let them hang to either side of her. (KARA: +2SP)(83SP)

“Now…beg me to let you cum…” I said, wrapping my hand around her cunt.

Her legs thrust her core against my palm but I pulled back like my hand was made of fire, before returning it to between her legs.

With her eyes rolled back in her head and her whole body shaking rhythmically she cried out. “Pleeeeease…let me cum…”

“I am the only one who can satisfy these aberrant desires of yours, to be humiliated, degraded, debased and demeaned…I am the only one who can give you what you want.” I said as I drew my hand away.

In the fever of arousal which was storming across her brain didn’t clear. Rather, she responded to the revelation by twitching her thighs again and letting out another pathetic whine.

“So, if you ever want to climax again…you are going to do exactly what I say.” I said, putting my hand around her neck.

She nodded, her hips still canting the empty air, her mouth hanging open in a look of idiotic desperation.

“I want you to pinch those pathetic mosquito bites you call tits.” I said, removing my hand from her throat and then slapping her pussy.

“Aaaah!” She buckled and fell to her knees, too overwhelmed to remain upright. Not from the pain of course, but from the arousal of what I’d done. From the floor she looked up at me with fear and unabashed hunger.

“Go ahead, Super Slut…” I said. “I know you like giving men something to look at. Now pinch your tiny little tits with one hand…”

She lifted a hand and began digging her nails into the tender flesh of the under-boob, pulling and squeezing. (KARA: +1SP)(84SP)

“Good, and with the other hand, I want you to slap that geyser of a cunt of yours.”

She rolled over on the floor, lifting her hips to display her better side and began slapping her glistening, quivering pussy with her free hand.

“You can’t cum without me. You know why?”

She responded with another slap and a grunt.

I leaned down. “It’s because you are a woman. For all your powers, for everyone that you’ve saved, you’re still just a bitch in heat…begging for someone to put you in your place.”

This time as she slapped herself, her hand lingered over her lips and she let out another miserable groan. I was tempted then, to reveal my identity to her. To make her cum knowing who she was no bound to.