Pretty Deep

Wayne Manor

Cassandra had just gotten out of the shower, having washed all the sweat and grime off after stripping free of her skintight costume.

It was supposed to wash all her troubles and worries away, and yet she still couldn’t forget what she saw tonight. She paused to look in the mirror, looking over the body that would make any Olympic athlete seem pathetic in comparison. She hadn’t paid much attention to it before, at least not in this way. Toned body, modest chest, ‘breedable hips and peachy ass’ as Steph would say. Her hand wandered down to her crotch. Lightly holding the flaccid member between her two fingers. Until tonight, she hadn’t even thought about sex, let alone experience an orgasm. But, now? She couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Before she knew it, Cass was lying on her bed with her laptop and with her hardened prick at its full pathetic length. She found several videos of the adult variety but they were mostly just straight couples having fun. What Cassandra started to notice very early on was that none of the male members were even close to her size. Their cocks had made hers look even more pathetic in comparison to their girth and length. Something else Cassandra had started to notice? The way her body felt being reminded of her inferiority downstairs. It made her burn with almost uncontrollable lust. She wasn't sure why, but would try and figure it out later on.

Digging a little bit more throughout the World Wide Web, Cass had various adult material involving people like her: Futanari. Of course, there were videos one would expect such as vanilla sex but she found herself gravitating to the videos where the futanari had taken on an exclusively submissive role. Cass found herself unable to cum (as easily) to the video where the futanari was the one in the dominant role nor was she able to with the vanilla stuff.

She couldn't help but be drawn to her newly discovered kinks. Futanari being rejected for their lack of size. Their cocks being ridiculed and humiliated by others, whether they be lovers, friends, or even strangers. Masochist Futanari becoming aroused or even ejaculating from pain, particularly pain inflicted to their dicklet and balls by others. Futanari like her getting secretly or openly cheated on by their lovers for those with larger endowments downstairs. Some of them even are locked away in a chastity cage, their pleasure being solely controlled by their lover or their bull.

Cassandra couldn't help but imagine herself in those roles, having orgasmed multiple times while doing so. More interestingly to Cass however, was who she imagined in the more dominant roles. While the men could just be anyone, any of the women she imagined were other members of her crime-fighting family. She closed her eyes, her fingers jerking her pitiful nub up and down as moans escaped past her lips.

"St-Steph." She thought of the sight of her blonde friend's busty chest completely enveloping her pathetic dick.

"Ba-Babs." The thought of being unable to pierce past the redhead's bubble butt caused Cassandra to leak more pre-cum.

The thoughts of other members of the Bat-Family ran amok in her mind as well, such as Helena with her assertive personality sure to put Cass in her place, or Selina using her whip to tug at her little clit, and more.

The thought of all these women, each and every one unimpressed and more than eager to humiliate. Each one to make sure she remained pussy free, locked in chastity, and making her blow her pitiful loads hand free. Cassandra wanted to be dominated. She wanted to be shown her place.

She wanted to be humiliated sexually by any woman she came across for the rest of her days.

That final dirty thought finally drove her mind over the edge, a high-pitched moan escaping past her lips and filling her bedroom as she shot her strongest cum shot yet. The two strings of cum shot towards and landed on Cassandra's face. One line of cum was across their face whilst the other landed diagonally on her lips.

Panting heavily, Cassandra couldn't help but admit this feeling was addicting. But she felt her heart stop when she heard a knock at her door.

Who could it be? Was she imagining things?