She's not trying to escape....

As feeble as she had become, Destinate knew that she couldn't possibly escape the man, ordinary as he may be. And if he caught her, and delivered another volley of bullets to her chest....

Shameful as it was, Destinate knew what she had to do in order to both buy herself time and to protect her womanhood. On her hands and knees, she mustered what little strength she still had and crawled towards the hanging criminal cock like a wounded dog to the ever-widening jaw-splitting grin of the awestruck bank robber before her. What luck!

Coming to rest on her knees after reaching the base of his legs, Destinate looked up at the ecstatic criminal with pleading eyes. She saw no remorse. Mournfully, she shut her eyes as she leaned forward towards the cock, clutching its base. The other robbers had finished bagging everything that the bank had to offer, and were now resigned to holding their breath and watching with the rest of the local populace. Several cameras were readjusted to make sure that none of the action was missed.

With shuddering breath, feeling each and every fibre of her uniform brushing against her stiffened (and admittedly incredibly aroused) nipples, Destinate leaned closer, closer.... the witnesses leaned in closer, watching for her next move closely.... and Destinate planted a long, heart-pounding, passionate kiss of submission on the thief's tip with her soft, full lips. He had to hold back from creaming on the spot, as the blushing and feverish heroine continued with her tongue extended, swirling around and over the head. The man finally let out the breath that he hadn't realised he'd been holding in, moaning lightly from the back of his throat through his sealed lips.

"God, I love this." The all-too-common burglar said, stroking her silky locks as she finally took him timidly into her mouth. "Dominating someone who's supposed to be so powerful.... shouldn't we be on our way to jail by now, huh Destinate? Shouldn't you be up, stopping us?"

The only reply was the powerful figure **** briefly on his appendage.

"Nope. Here you are. Sucking my-" He cut himself off with a sharp inhale of breath as she leaned yet deeper onto his pole, taking him all the way into her throat. ".....God, this is so hot. Guess you're good for something after all, eh?"

Just a little bit longer.... Destinate thought, slowly regaining her composure and desperately fending off displaying any signs of her own impending orgasm. Why wasn't she hating this? She should be hating this!

The man brandished his gun once again, other hand holding Destinate's lips to his belly without an inch of wiggle room, causing a squeak from the female powerhouse. Her eyes once more widened, although only briefly before they rolled towards the top of her head. It was getting hard to breath, and there wasn't much she could do from down here... He'd better cum soon, she thought idly to herself as she reached up to gently fondle and squeeze his hanging sack.

"I'd love to seal the deal and take you out right now.... leave you to be- ngh, oh god-- recovered by the cops, like that fraud Supremacy was. End you, be the one who did it, who made the hotshot into a stiff cadaver...."

Destinate moaned in what he assumed was a pleading disapproval, but was actually her nearing the verge of an orgasm.

"....cum over your lifeless body, paint your utterly inanimate corpse with my seed...."

Destinate moaned once again, this time a mix of the two.

"....but damn, you're a good suck, and my kids love you. Don't fret, sweet, I'm just messing around with you."

Destinate's undergarments were thoroughly juiced by this point, and the slightest stimulation would be enough to set her off into a humiliating, career-ending, squirting orgasm. She breathed what little air she could manage through her nose, and then held her breath. She could feel him twitching in her throat, and she was nearly back to full power, if he'd just hurry up and....

As the man came in powerful, ropey shots directly down her throat without warning, Destinate attempted to gasp in alarm but instead only choked on the thick substance which he launched deep down into her. At the same time, holding her head against him all the way, the man raised his gun once more and fired off three rapid shots directly over her nipple again.

T-too much!! Nghh~--!!

Destinate came loudly, messily, and obviously on the marble of the bank, the bottom of her silver uniform several shades darker than the top and her overstimulated nipples very visibly poking through the thin fabric. But as she shook in place, shooting her cream all over the floor and the inside of her thighs, she found that she could not mewl and gasp as she wished to -- even though his load had just come to its slow end, the man's seed fully deposited in the heroine's stomach, the man did not remove his dick from her throat -- and with how much her orgasm had taken out of her, the edges of her vision were starting to blacken.

"Figured you might still need air. Looks like I got some smarts after all, huh Destinate? ....Can ya still hear me?"

The heroine's eyes were dull and blank as her shaking body slowed into twitches and her flood reduced to occasional squirts. As he held her there, it didn't take long for her to pass out on his dick, falling limp. As he removed his cock, Destinate remained in her kneeling position a few seconds longer, before slowly slumping forward onto her face, ass raised high in the air and arms loose by her sides on the cold marble floor. All the civilians through the bank's door had a perfect view of her heavily dampened rear end, raising and almost wiggling enticingly towards them. Those inside the bank saw instead her slack jaw open and drooling, and her impressive but tormented pair pressed up against the marble through her silver costume.

"Oh, Destinate....."

With a shake of his head, the criminal buttoned up his pants, hoisted a sack of stolen money along with his comrades, and exited the bank. Nobody gave him so much as a twitch of resistance as he left. As he had said, Desinate would be recovered by the underfunded police **** several hours after his departure, resting in her passed out state in the middle of the bank for all this time. If she copped the occasional feel or spanking, she would never know.... but she did wake up with a significant amount of sperm on her quivering lips, even though the criminal had sent it all straight down and into her -- maybe a few delinquent teenages had rubbed their heads against the soft pair and not been able to hold it -- and when she at last showered that night she would find significant pools of it dried between her chest's orbs, where it seems her costume may have been used to its fullest advantage.

Destinate would never fully recover from her first loss. Her powers returned eventually, but her breasts were permanently hyper-sensitive after this encounter, to the point where each of her several nervously attempted comebacks against common thugs ended just as this one had -- with her on the ground before these ordinaries, once the city's brightest hope and future, creaming herself silly all over the place. The first four times had been humiliating beyond any belief, but the next eight? The next eight she had given up trying. She only persisted for the thrill it offered her.

Destinate was rebranded as an easy lay for anybody who could give an average-strength titpunch. A needy, wanting slut who got passed around by all the common lowlifes of Omen City, and who loved every second of it. This branding was fairly accurate. Despite her intense wet dreams of another encounter, she would never again run into the man who had retired her.....

The young and promising heroine Destinate had been destroyed.