Super Guy is in distress

Super Guy isn't at your couch anymore. On the sofa on which he laid, is a note instead. It reads:

"Dear Sophie,

We have captured your boyfriend, Super Guy. If you wish to see him alive again, we will exchange him for a sum one 10 billion dollars in gold. We're sure that a powerhouse such as yourself is capable of acquiring such appropriations.

The gold is to be delivered to the middle of Mare Orientale on the Earth's Moon by 12:00 GMT by Thursday tomorrow.

We eagerly await your response. With regards,

The International League of Supervillains."

You dramatically crumple the letter in your hand.

Sophie: "He's not my boyfriend! I didn't even get to fuck him yet. Ugh. What a day. I'll take this as just another mission."

If the League of International Whatevers thinks that they can get you to resort to bank robberies, they've severely underestimated your powers. Instead, you head into international waters in the Pacific Ocean and begin to bore down into the mantle, searching for deposits of gold and bringing them to the surface. You have to google what the exact market value of gold ore currently is, but you manage ten billion within the same day, and dig up a few hundred thousand dollars worth more to account for market fluctuations.

The next day, near the edge of the far side of the Moon, you stand waiting on top of your enormous gold pile. Five minutes before noon, a person flies down the sky. They're wearing a purple spandex suit with an eye on it. It looks absolutely ridiculous - like somebody pasted the Medium-type Pokémon card over themselves.

There's no atmosphere on the Moon so you are unable to converse. However, the person the League elected so send apparently is telepathic. He relays to you the following:

Supervillain: "...These are not gold bars."

You had prepared for this. You lift up a sign which reads "Your message didn't say anything about gold bars."

Supervillain: "Fuck. I'm going to mind flay whoever wrote that letter. Hopefully it wasn't me. Whatever. We accept your payment."

The supervillain presses a button on his phone, and after a few seconds, a portal appears in the space above the Moon's surface, from where Super Guy is ejected. You grab him and fly back to Earth.

Sophie: "Are you alright?"

Super Guy: "The only bruises are on my ego. They didn't really have weapons that could hurt me."

Sophie: "How did they manage to keep you trapped?"

Super Guy: "They had this cube where the all the sides on the inside were covered with looping portals. There was nowhere to apply pressure to."

Sophie: "Aww you poor thing... Well don't you worry, I'm gonna let you baste me with so much cum that you'll forget all about it!"

You drag Super Guy inside and throw him onto the couch so hard that the floor cracks. Then you pierce your own super suit from the sides of your chest and massage your boobs. You spread your legs and flex their muscles until your tactical skirt gives away, tears in two and falls on the floor. With a stray slip of your laser vision, you burn the skirt into ashes.

Your feet leave the ground as you moan orgasmically while fondling yourself. Super Guy's gaze follows your movements dutifully and needily like a sunflower following direct daylight.

Sophie: "Ah! H-hahh! Oh Super Guy..."

You smoosh your thighs together in bliss, evaporating your panties with sheer pressure. At the same time, you tear your top apart with your hands, letting Super Guy to finally get the full frontal view he's been fantasizing about all those hours in his portal prison.

Sophie: "C'mon boy... let your pride and joy show."

Super Guy hastily tears off the spandex from his crotch, letting his already-prominent erection show. You float your face right up to the very tip, smile sweetly and start nochalantly stroking him off.

Sophie: "A-hahaaa, you know... when you went missing, I first had the idea to trace you down and find where the League took you."

Super Guy: "T-that's so... s-s-s-weet of you! (Oh god...)"

Sophie: "I checked your phone... and saw that you're in a WhatsApp group for the International League of Supervillains."

Super Guy: "Oohh, yea... w-what?"

Sophie: "I read through your conversations. You wanted to recruit me into the League, so you had one of your buddies cause a forest fire, then faked this **** thing so you could coerce me into robbing banks and then **** me to join the League because I would've been a wanted criminal and have nowhere else to turn."

During all of this, you keep stroking his cock, now harder and faster.

Super Guy: "N-no, I didn't-... I'm- I'm a double agent, I swear!"

You press your face against his.

Sophie: "I'm gonna blueball you so hard for this!"

Super Guy: "No! Don't you fucking dare, woman-!"

You let go of his mandhood and blow freeze breath all over his lower torso. His erection shrivels up and dies in an instant, but the heat of his arousal burns even hotter than before. Yet, he can't fight against your frigid treatment. He won't be blasting for days - maybe weeks.

Sophie: "What a shame that you didn't luck out with laser vision, so you can't even thaw out your own dick. But don't worry, I'll give you a second chance if you rat out the rest of your League buddies. Until then:"

You toss Super Guy outside. His phone stays with you.

Sophie: "Adieu!"

Super Guy is now more than ever convinced that the League could really use someone as evil as you.

ENDING 66 -Frozen Meatstick-