Cock Shock

“Hello Helen.” A woman with straight raven black hair entered the room… well to say she entered the room was an understatement as the massive dick on her hips entered first. Second came her giant balls, the size of car tires and *then* the woman attached to them entered the room.

Mrs. Incredible completely forgot her plan to pounce and sprint past her captor as she saw the unreal phallus. The woman’s identity was obscured by a polished white ballistics mask, which was to say a blank slate with eye holes. One thing caught the hero’s attention and that was her own name. “If we’re going to be on a first name basis then you have me at a disadvantage Ms….”

“Unfortunately I’m **** to share my identity to you. You may simply call me Cock Shock. Please have a seat, I mean you no harm.”

“I know your title. You kidnapped 13 women off the streets, 4 of which we found… holes so stretched out that they had gone comatose… one of them required a prosthetic jaw and throat surgery after you used her like a throwaway rag.” Helen raged as her opponent calmly sat down and began pouring herself some tea. She would look equal parts elegant and regal if not for the monsterous appendage sprouting from her waist, like an all you can eat sausage fest… wait what?

“I know this will be difficult for you to believe right now but in the next few minutes I believe i will have you convinced.” The futa clinked her spoon against the side of the porcelain cup before placing it on the table, and taking a sip. “I did not kidnap those women. In fact some of them are here tonight… by choice”

“I aught to just fucking knock you out and drag you to prison my self.” The woman’s nonchalant attitude was grading on Helen but she didn’t attack because the door had closed behind her and the two were locked in the room together. There was no keypad or handle on this side of the door, which meant someone else was controlling it from somewhere else.

“I didn’t expect such language from a mother of three.” Once again showing her own insight into Helen’s secret identity.

Helen didn’t respond immediately as her mind began clciking things into place. ‘She knows my name, she knows I’m a mother of three, that means she most likley knows where I live and could quickly have a goon-squad there in moments… if they’re not already there. Helen reached for her belt’s distress beacon to try to warn Bob and the kids to be on guard…