Malcolm Poole - self proclaimed "hero"

The moon stood high above Metropolis as a woman exited an office building, looking absolutely exhausted. Her shift had finally ended, and she couldn't wait to just get home to her comfy apartment and just crash onto her couch. Just drift off right there still in here work cloth. Too caught up in her fantasies of sleep and too tired to pay attention to her surroundings, the office lady didn't notice as three men began tailing her.

Metropolis was a relatively safe city. As safe as any big city could be. Far from the seemingly lawless wasteland that was Gotham, people aren't too keen to commit crimes in the home city of the big blue boy scout himself. But superman can't be in all places at once. Even he has to rest or split his priorities where they're needed the most. And these three men were banking on just that.

Cutting into an alleyway for a quick route home, the office lady was still lost in her night dreams as one of the men made his move, running up behind her and grabbing a hold of her arms. Before she could even register what was going on or scream out for help, he shifted himself to hold her arms behind her back with one hand and cover her mouth with the other.

Another one of the men appeared in front of her, brandishing a knife to threaten the already terrified woman.

"Make a fucking move or scream for help, and we'll gut you." He hissed, his breath warm against her face.

As she struggled in the first man's grasp, the third man finally walked up behind the second, looking her up and down like a piece of meat.

"Oh, we caught a nice one tonight!" He whistled, the way his eyes moved across her making the office lady want to vomit.

"And a feisty one," the first man chuckled. "Even with Tommy threatening to cut her open like a thanksgiving turkey, she's still intent on struggling."

"Nothing a good pounding can't fix." The first man, Tommy, said in a low, dangerous voice as he stepped closer to the woman, running his hand down her cheek. "We'll fix that additude of yours up nicely."

The pocket knife in his hand drifted down lower and lower, but just before it could cut into her white blouse, a sudden sound rang out.

"Freeze."

In an instant, everything stopped. The office lady's struggling, the knife moving down her chest, the men's advances. Everything. Slowly, I stepped into the alleyway, shaking my head in disappointment.

"It seems even in a shining city like Metrapolis, no good criminals still haunt the streets." I commented to no one in particular.

Walking up to the scene in front of me, I quickly went about disarming the perpetrators, taking the knife and throwing it away behind some dumpster before untangling the fair maiden from her dastardly attacker. Lining all three men up, I got a good look at their appearances. Safe to say, it wasn't hard for me to understand why they had stooped down to this level to relieve their sexual urges.

After patting them down and making sure they had no other weapons on them, I gave the good for nothing crooks some well deserved kicks to the groinal area before taking out a piece of paper.

"Hmm, let's see," I mumbled as I began writing. "This is a written confession in which I, Tommy Phillips, admit to, with the help of my associates, Peter Grant and Isaac Flores, the rape of several women at night across the Metropolis area. All three of us take full responsibility for our crimes and are willing to face the full extent of the law."

Satisfied with the written confession, I took both it and the three men to the nearest police station. You might be thinking "Wow, carrying three guys at once? You must be super strong!" But no dear reader. Even if I am amazing in almost every other aspect, I regret to inform you that super strength is sadly not one of my abilities. It just so happens that when everything is stopped, it all of a sudden starts to weigh nothing. These three neerdowells are barely as heavy as a feather to me.

Anyway, back on track, I arrived at the police station and placed the three men on the ground, putting "their" confession letter right next to them before quickly running away. Back at the alley, I only had one last problem to clean up.

Approaching the office lady, I began expecting her more closely. Brown, darkish hair tied up into a neat bun that had begun getting untangled in the struggle. Dark glasses behind which lie two hazel brown eyes. Looked to be around her twenties, maybe twenty two? Dark bags under her eyes suggesting her job doesn't allow her much sleep, explaining as to why she didn't notice the men trailing her.

Her build was nothing special for a woman her age. A decent set of tits and an average sized ass. Nothing that would make you turn your head while out walking, but decent enough to where getting targeted at night could be an issue.

Reaching into her purse, I pulled her work ID. Katie Howard. 22 (right on the money baby!) Accountant.

Putting the ID back into the wallet, I picked Katie up and began heading off towards my lair.

Now, I already know what you're thinking dear reader. "Whoa, wait a minute here. You're gonna take this frozen woman back to your secret lair? That sounds like a super villain action! Let her go now you fiend!"

And don't worry, I'm not judging you. I see how this looks. But please, allow me to explain myself.

You see, while yes I am currently taking this woman away, I'm the good one here. I mean, first and foremost, I stopped a rape from occurring. Pretty sure that lands me pretty high on the "not a bad guy" scale. Secondly, while yes, you may think taking this woman away is "wrong" and "kidnapping", it's actually the much more kinder option when you think about it. I mean, if I unfreeze her, she's going to be filled with all this trauma of nearly getting assaulted. She's going to have to file a case, appear in court, retell her story. She's probably going to have to go to therapy. But you know jobs don't care about that kind of stuff! They're probably gonna end up letting her go, and I'm sure you know how bad the job market is. Me leaving her frozen is actually a mercy.

And besides, this woman was walking alone at night not paying attention to her surroundings. Even if it is a safe place like Metraplois, you can never fully let your guard down. She wasn't checking her surroundings, went into a dark alley, and didn't have any self-defense items like a weapon or pepper spray ready. Hell, she didn't even have 911 open on her phone! If I were to let her go, who's to say something like this won't happen again? And then I won't be around to save her. No, I refuse to sit around and just wait until another crime can just go down when I have the chance to prevent it!

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After several hours of just walking (thank god I have no need for food when everything is frozen), I finally got back to my home base, my own secret cave located on the outskirts of the big city. Walking inside, I reach my main operating room. A giant cavern filled with everything one could ever need to fight crime. A police scanner to track criminal activity, the finest technology money could buy (or steal), and finally, display cases for all of my saves. It had been a bitch and a half setting up and getting the equipment for, but all the weeks (months?) f hard work really paid off.

Moving towards one of the empty display cases, I put Katie down before popping it open. Turning back to my latest save, I got started on reshaping her face from a terrified look to something more grateful. I decided on a smile on face with a slight lip bite and bedroom eyes. I mean, I'm sure that if she were unfrozen, this would be how she would look at me for saving her.

I then went on to strip her down completely to her underwear, which to my disappointment, was a plain white. No lingerie or anything. I guess it was to be expected of a simple office worker. Still a huge bummer though.

Moving on to the final and most important step, I got to posing her. After hours of moving her limbs back and forth and turning her every which way, I finally decided on a pose where she was slightly bent over, a plentiful glimpse of her cleavage as one hand rested on her knee while the other sat with a finger placed on her bottom lip. As a final touch, I undid her bun, letting her hair spread across back.Satisfied, I picked her up and placed her in the display case before shutting it once more. I like to keep some of my saves like this some time. Pose them in titillating manners so that not only can I get a little boost in the morning, but I'm also reminded of all the good I do.

Done with heroics for the day, I was just about to unfreeze time and head to bed when I suddenly caught myself.

"Oh right. Malcolm, you idiot." I say with a playful smack to my own forehead as I turn back to Katie. "Katie freeze."

With that done, I finally undid the time stop on the world. "Resume." Outside the cave, the rest of the world (assumingly) went back to normal. But not Katie. She remained in the salacious "come hither" pose I left her in. Fhew! Could have ended badly there. She was a few missed words away from waking up half naked in a tube, confused out of her mind.

Shuting off the lights to the display room, I walked over to my sleeping area and dropped like a bag of bricks.

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The next day, I awoke feeling fully refreshed. Since the cave had no natural light, I wasn't quite sure what time of day it was exactly. Not that it really mattered. If I had overslept, I could just rewind it back to whatever I wanted it to be. Going through my daily routine, I finally sit down on my couch and turn on the TV, only to be greeted by the news reporter Lois Lane.

"Good morning, dear viewers. This is the Daily Planet with your morning host reporter Lois Lane."

God, she was a catch. That long, flowing black hair. Those deep, serious blue eyes trained to spot even the smallest of details. That purple blazer hides the impressive figure underneath. Every time I see her on the news I have to almost stop myself from freezing time and running over to wherever she was to rip that thing off of her. But I would never do that! For one thing, I heard she's got a thing going on with the boy in blue (although when I searched her up, she's apparently married to a fellow reporter named Clark Kent? What a floozy) and as confident as I am in my abilities, I'm not insane enough to genuinely try picking a fight with the man of steel himself. But also like I said, I'm a good guy. Abusing these powers for wrong is something I could never bring myself to do. Even if it was so, so tempting...

"In today's news, a shocking arrest was made last night as three men, Tommy Phillips, Peter Grant and Isaac Flores, suddenly turned themselves into to Metropolis police department and seemingly admitted in letter form to the sexual assault of several women."

I instantly snapped back into focus as I heard the names.

"Police say the three men suddenly appeared outside the precinct writhing in pain with a letter next to them admitting to their crimes. The trio was immediately taken into custody. While the evidence seems damning, Tommy Philips, the ring leader of the whole operation, claims he did not write the confession letter. That he did not even remember walking to the police department. That he simply appeared in a second. This falls in line with multiple statements from other criminals who report the exact same thing. As always, we'll keep you updated if any new information arises."

I chuckled lowly to myself. This part never got old. Seeing those confused still shots of crooks swearing up and down, they had no idea how they ended up there. Serves them right! The only part that stung a little was the fact that I never received my credit! It always went to some other smuck. Like the Flash or Superman. I know the act is what matters the most, but I want some credit too! Though, I guess I have no room to complain since I refuse to make a public debut...

Okay, okay. I know you're all probably on the edge of your seats wondering who I am, so I won't string you along anymore. My name is Malcolm Poole and I'm the timer! Never heard of me? Yeah, not shocked. I tend to keep in the shadows. Not in the Batman kind of way, but in the way where nobody even knows I'm a superhero in the first place. There's no reward in it for me. No crowds lining up to see me. No statue being built. No invitation to the justice league. No saucy fling with an anti-heroine in tight leather. I know, totally unfair right? "But timer! You haven't revealed yourself to the public yet!" Yeah, well, you try and make your own superhero suit all on your own with no sewing ability! It ain't as easy as it looks!

Turning off the TV report, I decided to take a quick stroll through the display hall before heading out. Just to give me some energy for a long day of crime fighting. The first one that greeted me was Katie, still in that exact same pose as I left her in last night. Those flirtatious eyes also made me rip the glass open, but I contained myself. Next to her was Sarah Williams, her arms raised over her head and her hands on her shoulder blades, pushing out her prominent bosom for my viewing pleasure. Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail and she was completely nude. I picked up this pretty little thing while I was out shopping one night. As I was loading my cart, I looked over and saw her putting a bag of chips into her backpack, thinking no one was looking. As a hero I firmly believe that no crime can go unpunished, so I decided to take her back with me to teach her a thing or two.

Now don't get the wrong idea. I'm not one of those heroes like Batman who's just gonna let some maniac out on the streets again to cause chaos. But I'm also not some lunatic like that Red Hood guy who thinks killing is the answer. No, I do something much more humane. Rehabilitation. I stop these evil doers before they can cause more harm, and then I keep them here, frozen until they properly learn their lessons. Like for example, Sarah here. I've kept her for 2 days. In about 5 days, I'll unfreeze her and allow her back into proper society. In this way, I'm saving these women from themselves and improving society.

"But Timer! How is that rehabilitation? They aren't even conscious!" I know you're probably wondering, dear reader. But, if you were to take your eyes away from Miss. Williams' rack (hard ask, I know) and instead redirect them downwards, you would see a small string entering her pussy. Then, if you were to put an ear next to her glass case, you would hear the faint sound of buzzing. That's the sound of the vibrator I've had inside of her and plan to have inside of her for a week straight. Then, once her rehabilitation is complete, I'll set her free in her hometown of Star City (yeah, she's not even from Metropolis and yet still tries to commit crime here. Shameful) wearing nothing but her oh so beloved backpack and release her, allowing a weeks worth of build up to come crashing down on her all at once. That should teach her some proper manners.

And don't think this treatment is just for some low-grade shoplifting either! I take all manner of crime very seriously. In fact, why don't you ask the person right next to Sarah, Catwoman? I caught her while out on a late night stroll, trying to break into the Metrapolis city museum. She probably thought she was safe cause her little boy toy Batman wasn't around.

Currently, I got her sitting down in her case, legs spread wide with two vibrators on both her nipples and about three in her pussy that I managed to fit in. She's still dressed in her original catsuit, just with a few... improvments. The crotch and chest area both cut away for easier access.

As part of her rehabilitation process, Miss Kitty also gets to serve as my training doll. Every few days, I'll test the limits of my powers, trying to figure out what I can and cannot do, thus making my crime fighting efforts much more effective. I've kept her here for... about 60 something days. I think an extra 12 is what's needed until she's fully learned her lesson and I can drop her back home.

Moving past the rehabilitation saves, I take an extra long look at my next save. In fact, my first save. Becky Johnson. Posed fully nude with just both her hands covering her tits. One of her soft brown eyes closed in a wink. That innocent, carefree smile on her face. Oh, how I still remember the rush I felt saving you.

Now, I'll be completely honest with you, dear reader. Becky... shouldn't technically be here. She's quite a capable woman; the reason she needed to be saved wasn't even her fault. And she's in no need of rehabilitation. No, the reason Becky is saved here is more selfish. She's more of a memento. A token to show when I truly began my journey into heroism. Now that might sound a little selfish, but hey, in the end it's all for the greater good as now, she can help inspire me to keep more people safe. I'm sure this is what she would have wanted if you asked her.

Moving on, I glance at a woman I hold in much lower regards. Amanda Poole. My own mother. Sitting on the floor of her case, posed on all fours like the animal she is with a big, dumb goofy grin on her face. Her long blonde hair that she used to painstakingly keep nice and clean filled with blotches of cum. Some dried, some recent. Her massive tits hanging freely below her. Her stupidly huge ass is so large I can see the shape of it even looking at her from the front.

Every superhero has their defining moment. A time in their career where they have to do something that harms them personally, but is at the end of the day the greater good. My own mother was that moment for me. Now don't get me wrong, I love my mom. I mean, have you looked at her? Total smoke show. If I didn't tell you she was in her forties, you'd probably think she was some twenty year old who's never even had a kid. She always held a comfortable number two spot in my fantasies before I got my powers, only losing out to literal super babes.

But, even despite all that, I had to freeze her. If I didn't, she would have most likely ended my heroic career. It's never easy, but the right choice oh so rarely is. I've tried before on some odd occasions to unfreeze her, trying to see if perhaps her time in rehabilitation would have made her see things more clearly. But no matter what, she always forces my hand to put her back under.

Turning my head away, I continue on with my morning tour of saves. Purse snatchers, shoplifters, ex-girlfriends, people like Katie who needed to be saved from themselves, until finally, I reach the creme de la creme of my collection. Standing tall, with her hands posed mighty on her hips. Completely nude, her tiara stuffed in between her massive rack and her star spangled panties fixed over her face. Her former smooth black hair in a complete messy disarray. Wonder Woman.

Now, now! Before you start with the villain assumptions again, don't for a second think this was something I wanted to do. Like any man with a pulse, I got tons of respect for Wonder Woman. And I have the crusty poster above my bed to prove it! But, just cause I respect her and love watching how her boobies jiggle like water balloons whenever the news shows one of the Justice League's fights, doesn't mean I can treat her any differently. Just like my mother, double W's was a threat to my continued existence as a super. And so, I saved her and took her in for some rehabilitation. So that she might see why her original thoughts about me were wrong.

That's where I differ from a villain! A villain with my powers would keep her as some trophy in his evil lair to stroke his own ego, but not me. I'm willing to give anyone a second chance, even those you stand against me.

As I stand among my saves, frozen testaments on all the good I have brought to this world, I begin to think back on where it all started. The day when I first got these powers.