Bewitch's first night out.

Ruth decided to at least play Bewitch for a few days rather than start over. She wanted to join up with the local superhero team, The Good Omens, but she had heard some bad things about them. Basically, The Good Omens was a male chauvinist group meant for guy gamers to get the power and authority to do whatever they want. Plenty of them had their own harems of both player character and NPCs. Anyone who disagreed with them or didn't want to play their sexist game was stuck being solo heroes or being called villains if they were too vocal about their dislike for them. The bigger superhero groups weren't likely to do anything about them, as while the Good Omens was a bunch of pigs, they were pretty good heroes when you looked at their results. If Bewitch tried to join the Good Omens, then she would at best be a low-level hero meant to deal with petty crimes and other small things the more important members couldn't be bothered with. At worst, and what Ruth thought would be more likely, she'd be **** to be the sex **** of one of the Good Omen's stronger members.

So instead, Bewitch decided to be a vigilante. The only problem was that Kit was a young woman who was constantly in-between jobs to avoid eventual sexual harassment. Without a stable enough job and no hero team to help her out, she had limited options and no gear to speak of. The best she could do was wear a leather jacket over a hoody and carry a pipe she found by her apartment's dumpster. Not the best hero outfit, but if she busted a couple of solitary thugs, then maybe she could help herself to their money. She had to be careful, though; not only if she got caught messing with a gang, she was almost certainly going to get ****. That would be bad enough, but her power made sex a double-edged sword.

Not only would anyone think she was sexy regardless of their sexuality, but her powers made all types of sex good. Even if someone rammed their oversized cock into her dry pussy her powers would take over and make the sex good for both participants. Even if they were a clumsy brute slamming into her pussy, all of his thrusts would be smooth and suddenly hitting all the right spots. So while she would be ****, it would be good sex, which was a bittersweet silver lining. Honestly, it wouldn't be so bad if it happened, it was just a game, so it wasn't like she'd be stuck with a **** baby. But if her attacker had more endurance than her, then she'd be fucked in a completely different way. She had to be careful.

Bewitch walked through the street at night with her hood up and her head down. Her powers would be less effective if people didn't look at her face. She kept an eye on alleyways and any suspicious characters she saw, but she didn't find any crime to act on so far. Bewitch was hoping for at least something to act on to fund her further exploits, but she didn't find anything. But then her luck turned around.