Use Your Powers… in an Unusual Way

There is one trick you have that never fails to get you off. Perhaps you can use it on the woman who has you between her thighs. Scooting forward into a kneeling position below her, you feel the cum leaking out from your recently fucked pussy, oozing out. How much did that other lady cum in you? It feels thick and warm as it comes out of you in globs before running down your thighs and pooling on the ground. You feel dirty and used. Humiliated and discarded as she just left you here to please her partner in crime. It should make you feel disgusted… but it is actually turning you on more and with your body already being so worked up… god you wish she would come back to finish the job.

A tug on your hair reminds you of the woman above you and your plan. Taking a deep breath in through your nose you try to put your own arousal aside as you concentrate on her and more importantly your powers. Super speed is not just about running. When you use your powers every molecule of your body is accelerated to speeds beyond once thought humanly possible. Your brain and the neurons within it are sped up, making your awareness, reflexes and ability to think and process things around you become on the level of a supercomputer or faster. Thinking at that speed is difficult and taxing on you, more so sometimes than even the moving itself, but luckily that is not your goal right now. All you need to do is speed up one part of your body. Just one muscle… your tongue.

The cry of surprise from the woman above you tells you exactly when you succeed. She rocks forward in her chair, grasping onto your hair tightly and locking her thighs around you. Once more you are smothered in her pussy, which is quickly attempting to drown you in her juices as it comes alive from your tongue. It is moving so fast it may as well be a vibrator wedged deep inside her, exploring her deepest areas of arousal. Unlike a vibrator you can adjust things just right to get her off better than any toy ever could. Soon enough you find her sweet spot and she is yelling incoherently.

“Holy shit,” a familiar voice says as footsteps are barely audible to you over the screaming of the woman above you and the muffling of her thighs around your ears. “Are you alright?” The woman above you barely manages to nod with tears in her eyes as she grunts and sobs openly while rocking her hips into you. “Is she using her powers to… oh my god… fuck me that’s hot.” The other woman’s voice becomes low ad breathy as she walks closer. “If I had known she could do that… I would have filled up the little slut so much faster.”

You make out her undoing her pants once more from the corner of your eye. She is hard again just from watching you eat out this other woman. Honestly, you can’t blame her. The sounds the woman is making as she withers about on the chair before you… they are making your legs tremble alone. You wish you could get the chance to cum yourself… it would make using your powers so much easier. You can hear the sound of the other woman stroking her dick beside you. The cock that was inside you mere minutes ago. You ach for it or some sort of stimulation whatsoever. But with your hands bound behind your back and head locked between these thighs there is little you can do to stimulate yourself… unless.

You shuffle forward once more, just need to manoeuvre yourself onto… you moan loudly into the gushing mess of a pussy your tongue is in as your own cunt comes into contact with the woman’s boot. Rubbing yourself down on it you moan even more as you keep up your ****. Any stimulation at all feels like heaven as your poor worked up cunt grinds down into the leather of her boots. The bumpy laces against your lower lips send jolts of pleasure through your body and soon enough you are in a position where you can rut against her, rubbing your clit up against her ankle while your pussy runs back and forward over the top of her boot. It feels so good and yet you are mortified as you realise what you are doing. You are humping her like an animal. A **** bitch in heat. The realisation only turns you on more pushing you closer and closer as the woman above you shakes and squirms. She is close herself.

“Fuck that’s hot… keep eating her out… make her cum and keep going,” the woman beside you chants as she rapidly strokes her dick. You can hear her hand slapping against her thighs as she jerks herself off faster and faster. The woman above you cries out, screaming as she leans back and almost tips the chair over, cumming hard around you. You close your eyes as she squirts in your face and keeps cumming over and over again as you keep your tongue vibrating within her quivering clam. Your own body is burning up as your **** humping of her leg becomes a blurred mess of movement as your powers kick in and you push yourself to that high you have been chasing ever since being shot by that pink energy. “Are you going to cum? Fucking hell… do it slutty hero. Cum from fucking her leg like the little, **** fuck puppet you are. Show us all how much you want to cum for us. Come on hero… cum!”

You are too far gone to stop now even if you wanted too. And from the sound of it the woman commanding you to cum is about to spill her seed for a second time. You groan as you arch your back, finally pulling your head free from the pussy, as the woman before you slumps down on the chair. “I’m cumming!” You call out and you feel your body spasm all over, your pussy ejaculating all over that boot. Your eyes are still closed as you lean back, face covered in pussy juice and it is soon joined by spurts of cum that rain down over your face, into your hair and across your body. You can feel it dribbling down between your breasts, still held in place by your sports bra. Now not only are you filled with cum but covered in it too. You truly are a slutty hero. But a hero none the less and now that these two are distracted and you have finally cum yourself you can get up and save the…

The doors and windows of the bank are blown open as the police storm the building. Rapidly they take down the two women you had already dealt with. Neither of them able to put up any fight thanks to your actions. Even if they were less those of a classically heroic superhero and more of those of a modern super slut. Soon you open your eyes to see them storming into the backrooms, freeing the hostage you had spared the ill-treatment of. One of the officers pauses at your side and glances down at you before they begin laughing.

“Hey everyone… looks like the ‘hero’ really was a super slut,” they call out and many of the other officers join in gathering around you.

None of them try to help you up off your knees or get you unbound. You can feel their eyes on you. Looking down at your nearly naked form. Taking in the sight of you, covered in cum and juices. Watching as you kneel there, head bowed, tears forming in your eyes as your whole body shakes and shivers. You can feel your pussy, still leaking the last of that cum even after your orgasm flushed most of it out, warming up. You bite your bottom lip as despite the humiliation of this situation… you cannot help being aroused by it. They start to talk like you are not even here. Tormenting and teasing you. Making fun of the situation they found you in. Every word is like a slap in the face to your aspirations to be a real superhero but also like caress of your naked body, a finger inserted into your pussy, a pull of your hard nipples…

“What’s the holdup officers,” the voice of the police captain is heard as she pushes her way through towards here. “What is going on… oh well… what have we got here? Did the super slut actually help at all or did she just whore herself out here on the floor?”

“I got the hostages out,” you spit as you turn your head up to glare at her.

“Not all of them,” the captain says smugly walking around to stand before you. “You left one in here.”

“That’s not fair I…”

“You what? Got to busy getting fucked? Decided to cheap out on the last one and get your pussy stuffed with dick instead? Had your mouth too full of cunt to think about getting the last one out to safety? Hmmm? Being too much of a slut with those two women to worry about the hostage or the other two criminals my officers had to deal with in the vault?”

“I dealt with these two,” you shout only for her to roll her eyes.

“Two nobody bank robbers are hardly a great feat for a ‘superhero’ to overcome. You’re a slut like we all said. Stop playing hero.” She shakes her head, and you feel your cheeks burning red. “Besides… the vault is empty anyway. We were too late to stop them, and you were too busy being a slut.”

“But how did… I was right about them getting the money out another way!”

“Yes,” the captain says, and it sounds like it takes a lot for her to admit even that. “But little good that did for us. You didn’t use that assumption to do any good did you? You didn’t stop whoever else was involved with this in getting away with millions in cash. No. Instead you got to whore it up out here rather than actually doing something good. Two or four bank robbers off the street is nothing… especially compared to whoever they were working with or for. You may as well have stayed home fingering yourself to the news slut. You did nothing here… well nothing of value.”

You bite back a remark as you look back down at the ground. Despite everything you went through. Despite everything you did to get the hostages out, to protect the remaining one and even to take out both of these criminals… none of it really mattered. The police captain is right. You should have done something different. You cannot deny loving how you were treated here today even as the shame wells up within you. You understand why heroes and villains alike enjoy this… there’s something truly… thrilling to it all. But that’s not why you do this. Or at least it is not why you want to do this. Next time will be different you swear as you start to try to stand up with your hands still bound behind your back.

“What do you want done with her captain? Take her in to the station?” One of the officers asks and your eyes widen. “We don’t exactly have a clear picture about what went on here. She may be responsible for some of this mess. And she’s not exactly a superhero… at least not one I have heard of before… Blink did she call herself? She could be part of this.”

“Good point detective,” the captain says as she looks from them to you. “Take her in…”

Your heart leaps into your throat as she world slows down around you or rather you speed up. Everyone seems to pause for a moment and sound stops, though looking closely you can see them moving incredibly slowly. Your heart is pounding as you stand up onto your feet. They are about to take you in for questioning if not arrest you outright. You know you are not part of this. Your mask is still in place, so they have no idea who you are, only your superhero persona. Nothing to link Amelia Mercier to this.

You can make a run for it and deal with the consequences as Blink later. It would certainly get you off to a rocky start as a hero with the police, but you would not be the first hero to have that happen to. You could build up your reputation from there and once you are an established hero this whole thing would be swept under the rug… you hope. Additionally, you would not have to suffer the indignation of going through what you are sure will be a humiliating experience in your current state. Then again maybe it is better to get this over with and start off on the right foot with the police, even if it is humiliating and inconvenient. Perhaps they can help you become a better hero? Either way, you need to decide now while you still have a chance to run away.