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Chapter 15
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fyreant
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(M/F sex, ) Being stuck in a wall and getting your pussy stuffed full of anonymous cock isn't how you pictured today going
In spite of yourself you can't help but be quivering. For the first time in your young life, you're experiencing sexual vulnerability. Your mind is a jumble of frantic, contradictory feelings and emotions. Part of you is really scared and wants nothing more than to get away from him, but your body feels like it is craving more sensation, more stimulation, no matter what your mind says. The man on the other side of the wall barely even sees you as a human being, and certainly doesn't care what your thoughts on the matter are. Even though your words are muffled he can clearly tell that you distressed by his obvious intention. But since his hands are still softly clutching your hips, that doesn't seem to concern him overmuch. You're just a convenient target for his lust. Is there still a possibility he would turn back at the last moment instead of taking that last, unforgivable step?
Because of the wall in the way, you can't even see how close his engorged cock is to you. You can't do anything but wait in unbearable anticipation. And the worst of it is that somehow, this horrible situation of being completely at a stranger's mercy is... giving you a powerful itch between your legs, even though you just came on his tongue.
"Hey, wait a minute." you hear the man say, resting his hand casually on your ass. "It would be a shame to do something like this..."
Your spirits momentarily raise and you get a feeling of relief only for it to be immediately dashed: "...without knowing which superheroine this is. Damn, I wish there was some way I could get onto the internet and look her up. Wait a sec, maybe she's one of those 'year 2000 challenge' girls that the papers have been talking about. There's a recycling bin right here. Maybe she got featured in one of these." You can hear the sound of papers rustling as he searches. "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this shouldn't be rushed, after all. Let's see... white swimsuit and cowboy boots..."
Meanwhile you see some motion up in front of you. There's a shadow as someone walks past the entrance of the closed liquor store. You open your mouth to scream. But suddenly, your voice dies in your throat.
"God damn it. I'm supposed to be a superheroine. I can't just call a civilian for help. That ain't how this is supposed to work! And besides that... that guy back there... he's liable to tell anyone who comes to help that I was... that with his mouth he made me..." your cute face gets even redder and you bury your face in your hands. "I'll figure a way out of this. Why, I could knock him on his ass with one good kick!" Suddenly you think back to your orientation sessions at the League. "Oh hell, but what if he hits his head on the concrete out there? How am I s'posed to hit just strong enough that he goes down soft instead of hard? ...I know, if the civilian sees me fighting it, that don't count as calling for help!" You suddenly start pounding your fists as hard as you can on the wall, so hard that it hurts, trying to make as much of a racket as you can.
You feel a smile start to break out as you see an older, sallow-skinned man in glasses peek around the corner of the window, seeing you struggling in your hole in the wall. He immediately moves off. That's it! Help must be on the way now!
A delighted chuckle comes through the wall gripping your midriff. "Oh hey, this must be her right here! 'Lickety-Split Lynn!' 21 year old speedster from the southwest!" You hear him give an impressed whistle. "Cute short-haired blonde small-town girl with freckles. And, damn! Here I was thinking her ass was nice, but her rack is even more impressive! I wish she wasn't stuck in quite so far so I could get my hands on those puppies. Important thing is, she doesn't have any mind powers or shoot fire or anything like that. Looks like I can take my time enjoying myself. Still can hardly believe my luck, it's like I won the pussy lottery. I think I'll put this pin-up here so I can see her smiling face while I do it."
You feel something stubby, firm, and throbbing press against the back of one of your thighs. A shiver runs through you. It's looking like that guy who spotted you through the front window isn't coming straight around to help, and the chances that you're getting out of this without getting fucked are looking slim.
"HEYYY!" You bang on the wall again and shout directly at it. "YOU ASSHOLE! P-PUT ON A RUBBER, AT LEAST!"
"Huh? What was that?" when the guy leans forward you can feel his cock slide up between your thighs, giving you the first feel of the veiny shaft. It's VERY thick, and hard enough that you could crack an egg on it.
"CONDOM! CONDOM! CONDOM!" you yelp desperately, crossing your hands over your chest nervously.
"Hahaha! I guess they do have sex ed classes out there in the desert, after all." the man's laughter is full of infuriating condescension. "Oh, she can still hear me, can't she? Don't worry about it, kid! I'm clean, I haven't gotten laid for half a year!"
Before you can register any protest you feel firm, strong hands wrapping around your hips and holding you in place. You know that you should be kicking and struggling. But for some reason, you just stand there, arching your back and standing up on the toes of your boots. A firm, hot, round object slides up and down against your clean-shaven pussy lips. Even with the moisture of your orgasm and his saliva still keeping you wet, the head of his cock bumps clumsily against the surface of your sex a few times before he manages to work it in.
You feel a spine-tingling stretching sensation as the man leans forward and crams his thick cock inside of you, an inch at a time. "Oh damn, she's tight!" he exclaims with a groan as he explores your cunt, squeezing your hips tenderly in his grasp. Soon he slips his hands upward a little and wraps them around your midsection, resting one of his palms right over your navel, as he goes all the way in. There is a tickling sensation as his public hair starts brushing up against your ass. And then, you feel a warm pressure against you from behind as his flabby hips start grinding against your bottom.
Resting your hands against the wall, you take a deep, shuddering breath. He is inside you all the way to the base, now. As he seeks to enjoy more of your warm, tight cunt, you can feel his legs forcing your pale, toned thighs apart. You've never been this full before. As he grinds himself into you, you can feel the firm, wrinkly surface of his scrotum resting against your labia. By happenstance, him leaning into you and going balls deep like this is tickling just the right (wrong?) spot and sending electrifying waves of sensation through your lower body.
"FFFFFUCKKKKK!" your pent-up stress explodes from your mouth in a loud profanity. "It's... it's too thick!" Almost without thinking, you cup your hands over your breasts and start pinching your nipples.
The chubby cock starts sliding in and out of you. The sensation of his cock head dragging itself back as you clench around him, followed by pushing back into you until he's buried in your pussy down to the root, is quickly driving you crazy. Every time his balls bounce against your clit, a lightning bolt runs up your spine and makes you jerk your head back.
You almost wish that you could just cum and get it over with. But he is really taking his time, sliding in and out of you slowly just to prolong his own pleasure... and since you've already cum twice in the last couple of hours, you're trapped on the edge. sensation building to the point where it's almost unbearable but not going past the point of no return.
"YOU SONOVABITCH! I'M... I'M GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS! YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL!" you howl as he starts picking up the pace. Your threats are met with another deep, scratchy chuckle and a couple of hard swats on your exposed ass cheeks. "Hey, be reasonable about this, girlie. What man could turn down the chance to enjoy a hot pussy like this?"
Just as you're about to complain more, you gasp. After kneading your ass-cheeks again for a minute, one of his fingers is slipping up above your stretched cunt. You clench instinctively as a thumb buries itself in your anus and starts wriggling around inside you. Your legs start giving out... as your heels turn to face outward, your knees begin knocking together as shudders of sensation run through you.
The pace of his fucking starts accelerating rapidly. It actually doesn't feel as good as the slower motions from before, further frustrating your body's desire for another orgasm. But, with a will of their own, your fingers start rubbing and flicking quickly and lightly over your protruding nipples... and soon you feel yourself on the verge again. This is unbelievable... twice already and now you're about to again. Somehow, the fear and anger you feel towards this faceless **** are spiking your arousal beyond anything you've ever felt before.
"UUuuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!" The groan that escapes your lips while you cum again is so undignified you pray the man assaulting you can't hear it. But even if he can't, he can surely feel you clenching around his thick tool and feel the rivulets of your wetness trickling down his nuts as they squeeze against your labia. The hands slide up to your midriff again and tighten into a deathgrip. "Damn... damn... like I've died and gone to heaven. I'm gonna blow..."
A few of the thoughts that had been driven from your mind by the onslaught on your senses suddenly return to you in the brief window of clarity you have after cumming. The thick cock buried in your cunt up to the base is a ticking time bomb that could go off at any second. **** to get his attention, you start kicking him awkwardly in the side with the heel of one of your leather boots. Your eyes widen in fear as you shout at the wall behind you, hitting it with the balls of your fists so hard that dents in it are developing. "NOT INSIDE! NOT INSIDE!!"
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Perils of a Novice Superheroine
A generic superheroing setting drenched with sex and scandal
Acropolis City, the center of super-human and caped crusader activity in this particular world - with its own dizzying highs and lows, high-tech skylines and slums standing in stark, four-color contrast, it provided everything that a costumed megalomaniac or masked vigilante could ask for. In fact, as is usually the case where colorful masked characters are the norm, it has become something of an institution by this point. But although the mere existence of costumed heroes and villains no longer shocks people, these people - who, by their very nature, thrive on attention - keep finding new ways to stand out from the crowd and attract the eye. This last goal tends to get a lot of emphasis in the most simple, sexualized way possible. For reasons that the world's most brilliant scientists have yet to explain, latent super-abilities seem to manifest more often in women than men by a ratio of 3 to 1 or more. This is true even when the superpower isn't "natural"; paranormal artifacts fall into their hands, esoteric martial arts schools never seem to have a male heir, the technological prototypes they test always seem to be the ones that are most easily used or abused for good and evil. Unfortunately, the glory days of the past where citizens were happy to see any old masked do-gooder show up are over - in recent years, Acropolis City has established a ranking system of heroes where those who get high marks from the citizens and resolve incidents are rewarded with corporate sponsorships and (most coveted of all) seats at the prestigious League of Propriety. Those who intimidate the populace, cause excessive collateral damage, or simply don't excite anyone, garnering low rankings, get 'asked' to move to less prestigious cities. Few superheroes want to get stuck battling clans of villainous hillbillies and corrupt small-town sheriffs for the rest of their careers, so they're always eager to please the influential citizens of Acropolis City (judges, eminent scientists, first responders, and of course the all-important reporters). On the other side of the law, a similar dynamic predominates; only the most glamorous and charismatic costumed ne'er-do-wells can make it in this town. And so, the novice superheroines just learning the ways of battling for justice and order, without any team to back them up, always end up patrolling the skeeviest, most undesirable slums of the city and taking on the most thankless rescues. As if that weren't bad enough, most of them feel obliged to dress in ways that get more outlandish and revealing with every passing year while they fight the good fight and/or feed their craving for attention, depending on how you see the 'cape life'. As if that weren't troublesome enough, the superhuman mutations that make so many of these heroes' careers possible also result in greatly increased sexual sensitivity, particularly in females. The adventures and misadventures that these spandex-clad lady crusaders get into are often too hot to print for the kind of comics that their young admirers would read. Messy mistakes will be made, but you don't want to disappoint your readers, do you? So let the League know what kind of superheroine you are, your chosen name, powers, and appearance, and they'll send you out on your first patrols. Good luck.
Updated on Dec 27, 2025
by micdan282
Created on Nov 30, 2016
by fyreant
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