Super Slut gets a sidekick

Time for another story of my girlfriends adventures as a superhero. This time I'll tell you about the time when she got a sidekick. A superhero's sidekick is another, usually younger and weaker, hero who aids them in their heroics. Sidekicks often have similar or complementary powers to that of the main hero. Being a sidekick is like an internship of sorts, with the sidekick often graduating to becoming a hero in their own right.

It all started a normal Monday evening. We had just finished dinner, when our doorbell rang. I opened and outside stood a mousy woman in her early twenties. She had glasses, short black hair, and was dressed in a pair of simple jeans and a sweater.

"Hello there!" she opened enthusiastically. "Am I correct that the superheroine Super Slut lives here?"

"In a manner of speaking," I answered. Super Slut wasn't her actual alias, but the name had cemented itself in the public consciousness. She mostly didn't even correct people about it anymore. That this girl had figured out were she lived was not terribly unusual. With satellite imagery, smartphones and all kinds of modern surveillance only the most private of heroes managed to keep their identities hidden. Instead the League of Heroes adopted a policy of zero-tolerance for villains who attacked heroes in their civilian identities. This worked surprisingly well as any villain who broke the ban was placed on the top of the priority list and was hunted down relentlessly, even at the cost of letting other crimes go unpunished.

"Honey! It's for you!" I shouted. As she came over I couldn't help but admire her. In her early thirties she still looked stunning, a bombshell figure with boobs and ass to die for and a long beautiful mane of blonde hair. I suspected her superpowers were partly to blame for why she still looked this good.

"Hi," she said in a friendly voice. "Can I help you with something?"

"I just wanted to come by and tell you how much I admire you!" the mousy girl burst out.

"Why thank you, that means a lot." My girlfriend looked sincerely touched at the compliment.

"You show us how we can all contribute! Even when you have a useless superpower!"

"Oh," my girl said, looking a little bit less enthused.

"I have a useless superpower myself! So I really look up to you!" the mousy girl continued, seemingly unaware of the effects her words had on her idol.

"Well. I'm glad to have inspired you then."

"I was actually thinking, that together my useless power and your useless power could become something greater!"

"Why don't you come in then," I said. "And we can discuss it further."

Once inside we sat down with out guest in the couch. My girlfriend looked unconvinced, but was willing to give the newcomer a chance.

"So," I broke the ice. "Why don't you tell us about your power?"

"How about I show you instead?" she said and brought out a pair of scissors and a piece of fabric from her handbag.

Cutting the fabric in half, she showed that the scissors were very sharp indeed. She then leaned over and touched my girlfriend's blouse and proceeded to cut the sleeve of the blouse. Except, the fabric refused to give. No matter how she tried, she was unable to damage the blouse at all.

"Ta-da!" she said with a flourish. "My power is to make any piece of clothing impervious to damage!" My girlfriend suddenly looked very interested indeed!

"What are the limitations?" I asked, trying to keep my expectations low.

"It's not super useful unfortunately. My first idea was to use it to create strong armor, but it doesn't really protect against blunt **** trauma. But when I heard about Super Slut, and her famous weakness, I realized my power could finally be useful!"

"It does indeed sound useful, but I was thinking more about other limitations. Like how long does it last? Is there a distance limit? Does it require concentration? How much clothing can you enhance at a time?"

She reeled back, overwhelmed by my barrage of questions. In my mind they were very important, any weakness would be taken full advantage over by any villains.

"I see what you mean," she responded after a bit of a think. "My power doesn't have many limitations like that. As long as I touch a piece of clothing, and remain within about a hundred yards, it works. It should even work if I'm rendered ****."

"So the only real limitation is that you need to stay somewhat close?" That was already much better than I had feared, but there was still one thing that worried me. "What about your weakness? As far as I know, every super has one."

"I don't know what my weakness is," she said looking a little embarrassed. "So it can't be something common, I have tested a lot of different things!"

At this point, my girlfriend who had been looking very thoughtful, interrupted us.

"I want you to become my sidekick!" she burst out. "Together we can become an amazing team!" Pulling the girl up to her feet and spinning her around, they were soon dancing together. Their enthusiasm were building until they were both laughing and grinning madly at each other. I could only watch them from the couch, a pit in my stomach warning me that this could still go badly. I had been burned too many times before.

The rest of the evening was spent with them sitting together and planning the debut the newly christened superhero "Seamstress". I was uncertain as to what I thought of the name, but they seemed to really like it. A new costume was created for Seamstress, a spandex suit in the same blue color that my girlfriend used, with small yellow lines supposedly resembling needles.

I was not present for the rest of the events of the story, but I was told the details after the fact. I will try to retell them to you as best I can.

On Saturday night, the new hero sidekick team set out on their first patrol together as a team. It didn't take long for them to encounter a couple of thugs in the act of mugging an elderly lady in a dark alley.

"Have no fear citizen!" the heroine proclaimed. "Super Slut and Seamstress are here!"

I should probably take some time to explain why my girl is calling herself Super Slut. After a rather lengthy conversation, her new sidekick had convinced her that the name was already so cemented in the public imagination that it would be futile to try and change it. It was also valuable branding was a second argument. Many much more accomplished heroes had much worse brand recognition that Super Slut. She took some time to be convinced of the value of such brand recognition, but in the end she accepted that in the public mind she was now "Super Slut", whether she liked it or not.

But let's get back to the story. The thugs instantly recognized the hero they were facing, and smiling at each other prepared for a night of lustful excess. In coordination they jumped Super Slut, and started to pull and tear at her spandex suit. But unlike countless other such situations she had been in, this time her suit stayed in one piece. As confusion seized the thugs, they were knocked out by a series of super powered punches. Super Slut and Seamstress had been through their first encounter with crime, and stood triumphant!

After cheering and hugging each other in celebration, they set out to find other evildoers to punish. The rest of the night proceeded in the same fashion, with confused criminals and victorious heroines. Late that night the two of them came home in an elated mood. My girlfriend was finally no longer an embarrassment, she was a real hero!

The next week they went out on patrol every night and it was pretty much the same story every time. It turned out that having my girlfriends superpowers without the weakness made her quite formidable! It was on the third night that they encountered their first actual superpowered villain.

Brick Man was a big bruiser of a villain. Eight feet tall, and like his tame suggested built like a brick house. He had strength and toughness going for him, but not much else. In particular he wasn't very bright, so he usually played the part of a minion for a more powerful villain. But this night he was operating solo. The duo found him after he had crashed through the walls of a dockside warehouse, trying to find something to steal. Like I said, he had more brawn than brains.

Brick Man was the villain who had been captured on video publicly **** my girlfriend. It had been a rather humiliating ordeal, that had been shown on the evening news, so Super Slut was ready for some payback. Slamming into him, the two superpowered bruisers laid into each other in a fight devoid of any subtlety. With both combatants being extraordinarily tough, it took some time for them to wear each other down. Slowly but surely, to Brick Man's great surprise, he found that he was losing. After nearly ten minutes of non-stop pummeling each other, the villain collapsed and the heroine stood victorious! She had her ****!

By the end of the first week, rumor had spread that Super Slut was not longer the easy pickings she had once been. Consensus was quickly reached that the reason for this development was her new sidekick. Seamstress was always present, but hadn't actually participated in any of the fights. Naturally, she was the reason that Super Slut could no longer be stripped naked and taken advantage of. The solution was obvious, take care of the sidekick first and the fall of Super Slut would follow.

The plan was quickly put into motion. The villain Stickler gather a group of minions and ambushed the duo on their patrol. Stickler had a rather unusual superpower were he was able to simply by touch cause things to stick together like by glue. By gluing Super Sluts legs to the ground, he bough ample time for his goons to ambush Seamstress. However, even as they knocked the sidekick **** they were unable to rip the suits of either heroine. Given time my girlfriends super strength easily overcame the glue effect and she proceeded to hand out a beating to both villain and goons.

Several more attempts at taking out Seamstress failed in similar fashion, and it seemed like Super Slut was about to establish herself permanently as a proper superhero. Even when several superpowered villains combined forces they found that the blonde heroine was even stronger than they had imagined. It seemed like the strength of her power was proportional to the disadvantage given by her weakness. There was one villain however, who would not accept that happening. Super Slut's self proclaimed nemesis Macho Man, not yet in jail, vowed that he would find Seamstress' weakness even if it was the last thing he did.

Trying to gather as much information as possible, he soon realized that he couldn't find any weakness to exploit. Determined to make a break-through regardless, he decided to contact the supervillain Oracle.

Oracle is a menace on a whole other level than minor villains like Macho Man or Brick Man. His identity and powers are shrouded in mystery, but he is best known for his ability to gather information and formulate plans. Oracle is the kind of threat that requires the attention of the whole League of Heroes when he makes a move. A villain whose goal is nothing less than taking over the world. Normally a small-fry heroine like Super Slut would be unworthy of his attention. I don't know how Macho Man managed to even contact him, much less get his help, but that is evidently what happened. At least that's what Macho Man claimed at a later date.

Arguing that a laughingstock heroine like Super Slut did not deserve to redeem her image, he managed to get Oracle to assign at least a small portion of his information gathering capabilities on finding the weakness of Seamstress. I don't know how Oracle did it, but apparently he succeeded...

Macho Man started by assembling all the villains that had been defeated by the newly resurgent Super Slut. Adding a sizable number of non-super minions to their group, they formulated their plan for bringing the heroine back down on her back.

The duo were out on their Wednesday night patrol, when they heard reports of Brick Man being sighted making trouble at the local library. Heading over there, they found the villain waiting for them together with Stickler and Macho Man. As they approached minions came pouring in from every door and they were quickly surrounded!

"No matter how many of you gang up on us, I will defeat you all!" my girlfriend proclaimed heroically and launched herself at her enemies. She found herself facing Stickler again, who threw himself at her feet and used his powers to temporarily immobilize her. As this happened a large group of minions surrounded Seamstress.

Having no combat capability of her own, Seamstress was really quite brave for putting herself in situations like these. Her only protection was a small defensive boost from her enhanced clothes. The only reason she could even do it was because the League of Heroes really frowned on ****. A small time thug could rob, mug and **** and the big-shot heroes would let the weaker heroes handle it. However, if you killed someone you would quickly be hunted down by the likes of Mr. Perfect, the leader of the league. One of the things the League had really accomplished was massively reduced **** rates.

But I digress, Seamstress was completely surrounded by angry thugs and Super Slut was preoccupied for the moment. Two of the thugs held her down. To her massive surprise, about ten others pulled down their pants and started masturbating! Before long the first thug managed to come, and spurted his spunk all over her. Her second massive surprise was the effect the cum had on her. She could feel her powers weakening! Being a timid mousy girl she was still a virgin and had never experienced being cummed on before. This was the hidden weakness she had failed to uncover, semen!

As more and more thugs reached climax she soon became covered in cum, like she was the star of a bukkake porn flick. With the amount of semen covering her, her powers failed completely. Eager hands grabbed her suit from all directions and ripped it off her, leaving her completely naked. Seeing this, Macho Man let out a howl of triumph and pounced on Super Slut. Tearing at her suit with all his power it was easily ripped off, and my girlfriend was again **** naked and powerless.

"You though you had finally become a real hero didn't you?" he mocked her and he pulled off his pants revealing his massive hard cock. "You thought your degradation had come to an end?" He laughed while stroking his cock. She could only shake her head in denial, her feeling of invincibility shattered. "I'm going to teach you that your proper place is beneath me! Moaning like a whore on my cock!" With that he mounted her and started to pound away.

At the same time the thugs had started show Seamstress the proper joys of being a defeated heroine. Her virginity had been claimed by a lucky minion who was now fucking her tight cunt with great relish. A second thug was face fucking her brutally, another first experience for the sheltered sidekick. As both came, filling her with hot semen, they were quickly replaced ensuring she received a non-stop fucking.

Macho Man took his time enjoying his victory, continuously whispering into my girlfriends ear as he fucked her with long hard strokes.

"This is your life from now on. Endlessly lying on your back taking a new dick every day."

"I'm going to make you my personal fuck-doll."

"Did you miss my perfect cock?"

Through it all, she could only cry bitter tears as her body betrayed her. Trained well by countless other villains, her pussy became wet and inviting. Her body shuddered as she was **** to come on her hated nemesis' hard cock. Unable to hold it any longer Macho Man finally groaned as he pumped her womb full of cum.

Watching the unfolding orgy with a massive hard-on, Brick Man could no longer wait and decided he had to have some pussy right now. Stickler had to talk him down from fucking Seamstress, as his cock is so large it would damage her. Instead he pulled a couple of minions off Super Slut before they have had time to get started on her. Picking her up, Brick Man placed her slit at the tip of his member and with both hands around her waist entered her in a single long stroke. Thanks to her resilience, her body was barely able to accommodate his size. Holding her like that he proceeded to fuck her with rapid hard thrusts. Macho Man laughed seeing this.

"I always knew you would be a good cock-sleeve!"

By this time all the minions had been able to have a go at Seamstress. Put on her hands and knees, she was spitroasted by dicks as they all queued up to fuck her a second time. Having recovered from his first fuck, Macho Man was hard again and ready to give the sidekick some love. Pushing aside a minion waiting for his turn, he slid his cock into the by now well used pussy. He outmatched the minions in both size and skill and soon had Seamstress coming against her will with his prowess.

Alternating between slow long strokes and short fast ones he fucked her relentlessly, not stopping until she had her third climax. As he did so, a long line of minions alternated giving her deep throat lesson. The mousy girl was reduced to nothing but a cum receptacle, her mind completely blank to everything except the pleasure originating from Macho Man's dick.

Brick Man continued his **** on Super Slut's cunt. Holding her with both hands, using her like a masturbation tool. The lack of women capable of taking his massive tool was a source of great frustration for him. Deep down he was really grateful for the existence of heroines like this one. Currently she was a quivering mess, mind completely broken she was moaning incoherently as the massive dick plundered her. Having let out all his frustrations, Brick Man let out a great growl and came into her with all he had.

The night continued like that, with heroine and sidekick being violated next to each other by an endless parade of cocks, until everyone had had their fill. Being a voyeur at heart, Stickler had only been watching so far. Now he decided to put his sticky powers to creative use. Gluing them together in a six-nine position, they were left there covered in cum. Someone left a sign saying: "Free-use sluts. Please return after loan."

The next day Seamstress announced her retirement from the superhero business. My girlfriend tried to persuade her to give it another go, but she was adamant. Her experience at the library was not something she ever wanted to have to go through again. Super Slut was left with just a taste of real power before she had been thrown down into despair again. I had hoped that she would take the experience as a sign that she should retire, but unfortunately she came back even more determined than before. She swore that she would find another way to make her suit indestructible. I worried for the future.