Flat on your back

“Umm… Th-this is just a misunderstanding! I’m actually not all that into penises. Or sex, really,” you plead, that last part making the list of most embarrassing and dishonest things you’ve said. “So if you could just let me go-”

She does no such thing. Instead, she slowly presses you into the concrete below, compressing you like an accordion until your joints naturally bend, leaving you lying flat on your back below her. Though you should be scrambling to get away now that she’s released her grip on your head, you end up staring in awe at her amazing shaft towering over you. It looks so big from down here… Wait. W-What are you thinking!?

“You won’t be needing these anymore… hup!” In one swift motion, she pulls your spandex shorts off and flings them away carelessly. You try covering up your crotch, but the brunette pushes your hands out of the way, leaving both your penis and pussy on display for her. For some reason, she looks quite surprised. “Wow… You have a penis!?”

She just now noticed? Your face burns red with shame at the fact that your erection hadn’t even caught her attention. It’s not like you wanted her to notice, but… “It was there the whole time, you know…” you pout.

She snickers. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… not especially easy to see, you know? It’s not like it matters anyway. Your pussy is what’s getting fucked.”

Why does she have to talk like this!? You cover your face in embarrassment, completely unaccustomed to being talked about like a sexual object. Unfortunately, this only seems to encourage her.

“What’s wrong, not good with dirty talk? It bothers you if I talk about the pounding your little cunt is going to get?”

“Yes!”

“If I talk about making the walls of your tight little pussy match the exact shape of my cock?”

“Yes!”

“If I talk about getting you hooked on the feeling of me banging you so that nobody can satisfy you but me?”

“YES YES YES!” You roll around on the ground, still covering your crimson face in embarrassment. Oh god, she hasn’t even entered you and you already feel like you’ve lost something more important than another fight as a supervillain. Actually, your first fight, because the last one didn’t count. Speaking of being a supervillain… why are you just laying here?

You prop yourself up on your arms and begin to squirm away, but Hammerhead grabs your ankles and effortlessly pulls you back into place. You retaliate with another attempt at controlling her mind, but she just shakes it off and wags her finger at you. Things are looking bad… At this rate, you’re going to get molested by another superhero!