Charge in And Save The Hostages

Running up the front stairs in a blur you come into a vast bank lobby. Security doors down over the teller booths and what would you know? Three armed women in balaclavas with some sort of strange firearms. The magazines on them are glowing pink. The hostages are bound and gagged on their knees before the women, five of them at least. The robbers are still bringing up their guns to bear as you rush in, grab two of the hostages, one over each shoulder and hightail it out of there. You left them with the police before turning around and running back in. By now the women had their guns pointed at the door but had yet to pull the trigger as you rush in and grab another couple hostages, getting them out of there.

Going in for the third time you know they will be firing by now, you can only go so fast, but that was not going to slow you down. You are faster than a bullet... you think. At the very least you should be able to avoid the paths of fire. As you enter the bank, bolts of pink energy are fired at you rather than bullets. Luckily, they are not laser beams because you are definitely not faster than light. You can dodge those with ease, but it is as the energy strikes the doorframe around you that they explode and the shockwaves of energy strike you in the back. It burns your skin… in a good way. A very good way that courses you to lose concentration on your powers. You cannot help moaning as you stumble and fall down onto your stomach. The pink energy causing through you as your purple energy fades and the silver lightning crackles off of you before dispersing.

“We got her! We got her!” One of the women cheers as you struggle to pull yourself up onto your hands and knees. Your body is burning up. Along with the usual arousal you feel from using your powers… waves of this artificial lust are causing through your body from whatever energy that weapon produces. Your skin burns and your body aches. You feel this flash of heat over your legs, and you gasp as your thighs tremble.

“Oh shit! Does she have some sort of fire powers?” Another woman exclaims. Your eyes widen as you realise what else is happening to you. Your leggings are on fire! Again, your powers have betrayed you. Rolling across the ground you try to put them out. “What’s she doing?”

“Shut up and shoot her!” The third woman calls, and you see flashes of pink energy around you.

Some of them strike you and you feel those waves of arousal washing over you. By the time you have the fire out your leggings are all but gone and you can barely think straight as the bolts of pink energy course through your body. You try to rise again only for a sharp kick to your side knocks yo over and onto you back. One of the masked women mounts you, pinning you to the ground. “You ain’t going anywhere hero,” she says with a sinister gaze down at you. She has already holstered her weapon, but the other two robbers have their guns trained on you, ready to zap you full of that pink energy if you even try and resist.

She rolls you over and grabs your hands, shoving them into zip ties before pulling them taught and then sits on your back. You try to buck her off but she brings down a hand to slap your panty clad ass making you cry out as it stings. “Stop struggling hero… you’re our little captive now and we’ve been awfully board waiting for one of you to show up,” she says as her hand moves down from your ass and in between your thighs. “Oh and would you look at this. The slutty hero is dripping wet. Are you horny hero?”

“Shove off,” you yell once more trying to rise.

“Shoot her again,” the woman commands and the other two open up fire on you.

“Ahhhhhhh!” You cry bucking your hips and shaking all over as the woman above you rubs her fingers against your pussy through the fabric. You feel helpless and powerless against them as they all have a good laugh at your state. More bolts of pink course through your body making you pant and moan as those fingers rub hard against your gushing pussy. You are very thankful for your mask remaining intact, at least your identity is safe, but that is of little relief as the woman above you shifts your panties aside and enters you with two of her fingers.

“I said hero!” She fingerfucks you hard with each word, thrusting in and then out. “Are you horny?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cry out, tears filling your eyes from the overwhelming sensations. The humiliation. The pleasure. The pressure of her sitting upon you, squashing your breasts down against the polished marble floor. Her every touch is like heaven. “Please…”

“Please what horny little hero?”

God, you can’t believe what you are about to ask for. But the fingers inside you are just not enough. Your body is crying out for something, anything, more. Your heart is thundering in your chest and your bottom lip quivers as you take a deep breath before opening your mouth. “Please fuck me,” you beg. It is all you can think of and all you want now. Any thoughts of being a hero and standing up to them have long left your mind.

“Your wet little cunt is tight… virgin?” She asks you and all you can do is nod weakly. “Well that’s okay hero… I have something very special right here for virgins.” She stands up off of you, her fingers leaving you and making you whimper. Before you hear her unbuckling her pants and then dropping them to the floor. You do not know if you are scared or excited to see what she has as she reaches down and helps you up onto your knees. You look between her thighs and see…