(M/F version) A passing citizen would rather help himself.

Time drags on interminably. Some girls would be happy not to be in public view if they were stuck in a wall bent over with their ass jutting out for everyone's viewing pleasure. But you've never been embarrassed by people staring at you. You aren't in love with being gawked at but you don't hate it or anything either, it's just part of the gig. It eventually occurs to you that with so many new superheroines in this city, someone seeing you like this might assume that you did this on purpose to spy on some burglars or something. So, you start loudly stamping your boots and kicking at the wall, raising your voice to a yell to try and get attention.

"Wow." you hear a muffled voice coming from behind you. "A lovely butt sticking out of a wall! You don't see that every day."

As annoying as his comments are, they're so obvious that you can't really be upset. You're just hopeful for rescue. "Hey! Listen, whoever y'are," you shout to the wall, "I'm a superheroine! I got myself stuck in here some how! Go git-" you stop. This is a rather humiliating pose and you'd like to limit your exposure. "Try and pull me out, would you?"

"What's that?" the voice of the guy speaking tells you nothing about him, aside from being on the rough and scratchy side. "I can hear you yelling in there, girl, but I can barely understand a thing. Pull? Did you say pull? Or that you need to..."

"YES!" you yell back. You tap your right foot once. That means 'yes' in Morse code, right? It seems that you're only able to tell what he's saying because of your super-acute hearing.

A shudder of surprise runs through you as you feel a pair of hands caress your bouncy, well-rounded apple of an ass. Each side gets a squeeze, making your cheeks glow red, and you instinctively try to pull away... to no effect. Before you can do anything more than gasp, the hands slide up over the curve of your hips and wrap around your waist. You can feel the coarse surface of a trouser-covered thigh pushing against your backside, and a certain... stiff protrusion... hitting you right in the inner thigh. The strong hands squeeze you tightly and give a hard pull. As you'd planned, you wrap your hands around your breasts and push them flat against your chest. However, your elbows are just as unable to get through the hole as your boobs were. After the third tug it starts to hurt.

Both your feet clatter. "STOP! OKAY!" You bang on the wall with your fist. "GO GET THE DANG FIRE DEPARTMENT! GET ME OUTTA HERE!" There's nothing but silence from the other side of the wall, so you bang again.

"EEEP!" Your cheeks glow red and your eyes bulge as you suddenly feel the stranger's hands start slowly running their way up your outer thighs, caressing the pale exposed skin tenderly. And it doesn't stop there, Both hands slither between your legs and rub your inner thighs. Any doubt in your mind as to the stranger's intentions is dispelled when you feel a pair of fingers push up against your crotch, digging into your pussy lips through the thin fabric of your outfit. The fingers start rubbing up and down, and a hot tingling spreads through your groin even as you reflexively squeeze your thighs together around his hand, trying to drive him off.

"CUT THAT OUT!" is the most that you can manage to shout back through the wall. This is a completely new kind of experience for you. As long as you could remember, every guy you've known has been intimidated by you and afraid of making the slightest wrong move. In the three years since you turned 18 you've never once felt sexually threatened by a man. You keep thinking that the guy out there is going to just laugh it off as a joke and stop any second. But he doesn't. His fingers press harder into your crotch and feel the countours of your labial lips, moving their way up to the top and starting to rub insistently. You wriggle your cute butt from side to side, trying to slip in away from him, and then awkwardly try to kick him, but the angle makes that just impossible, since you can only bend your legs backward to lightly tap at him with your heel.

He speaks, probably not sure you can hear him or not: "Damn, sorry, but when else am I going to get a chance like this? It's traditional for a superheroine to give a kiss to the guy who helps her when she's all tied up, right? And since I can't see your face, I'll just have to kiss you down here."

You feel hot breath washing over your inner thigh, making you gulp nervously. Almost without thinking, and sure nobody can see you anyway, you caress your own swinging breasts and give the tips of them a squeeze, feeling a great tension building up in your lower body. The crotch of your white leotard is pulled aside and you feel a bristly moustache scraping up against the blushing, over-sensitized shaved lips of your juicy pink peach. You bite down on your lip to muffle a cry of surprise as you feel a hot, slimy tongue **** your vagina open and start lashing up and down inside you, tracing along your lower lips as if you were an envelope he was getting ready to seal. Those hands once again start vigorously kneading your pleasantly springy ass cheeks. Though you keep thrashing your body from side to side you can't move enough to get away from him, and you're helpless to get away from the **** as the sensation builds in your lower stomach.

Even though some part of you realizes you should be screaming '****, ****!' at the top of your lungs, the thought of being seen like this is even worse than the thought of it continuing. You start getting a little lightheaded and drawing rapid, shallow breaths. "Aw shit, aw shit, I can't... I..." you stammer out before you bury your face in your hands and feel a shuddering orgasm run through your body. You can feel droplets of your hot juices dribbling down your inner thighs and starting to get the bunched-up fabric of your leotard wet.

Faintly, you can hear a chuckle through the wall as you're released. You slump a little lower in your bent-over stance, unable to prevent your legs from shaking. It's got to be as plain as day that he just made you cum... a lot harder than a little while ago. "A-alright, you... damn... no good sonova...!" you say loudly, elbowing the wall again. "HAD YOUR FUN... Y-YOU BETTER GET OUTTA HERE IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YA! IF I CATCH UP TO YOU I'M..."

You pause to catch your breath for a few more seconds, putting your ear up against the wall to see if he's left yet. Suddenly, you hear a sound that makes your breath catch in your throat.

clink, clink. *ZIIIIIIIIIIIP*. That little sharp metallic sound that accompanies a zipper being rapidly yanked down.

"No way," you say to yourself. "He couldn't... he isn't... could he...?" You start wriggling your butt from side to side frantically even before the firm touch of his hands on your hips confirms the obvious. Desperately, you pound your fists on the wall again. "HEY! DON'T EVEN JOKE LIKE THAT! DON'T YOU DARE!"