Disclaimer: I do not own The Boys. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"So, ready for your big speech?"
Annie January blushed furiously and turned around to see Maggie Sawyer, although she was so shocked, she barely had the presence of mind to use her other name, "Maeve, what are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you too." Maeve smirked, slowly walking further into the otherwise empty tent, while looking the younger woman up and down.
"Homelander's here." Annie warned.
"He just left." Maeve corrected the other Super, "I didn't know why, but he seemed mad. Distracted. Still, who knows how long we have? So, we should make this quick."
As she was talking Maeve stepped into Annie's personal space, making her whimper softly, before she pointed out, "I... I, I have to be on stage in a few minutes."
"Like I said, we should be quick." Maeve grinned.
Maggie very nearly grabbed hold of that beautiful face and pulled it in for a deep, passionate kiss. If it was anyone else, or maybe if Maeve was more drunk, it would have been forceful right from the beginning. However, Annie had been made the victim of a sexual predator on her very first day in The Seven, meaning Maggie always had to be careful not to cross the line from forceful, to forcing.
Because the irony here was that sweet little Starlight was the biggest bottom she'd ever met, who loved being told what to do, and pushed around by her stronger lover. However, she was also supersmart, and certainly not done trying to talk to Queen Maeve after this. So after a few long seconds of allowing Maeve's lips to hover over her own, Annie clearly disappointed both of them by pulling back.
"I can't." Annie said softly, and hesitantly, which gave Maggie hope, even as the younger girl insisted, "I need to get into the right head space for this, not..."
"Sin? Dyke out in the middle of the church event? Make sweet baby Jesus weep?" Maeve offered, knowing that she was being cruel, but unable to help it. Although the look on sweet Starlight's face actually had her apologizing, "I'm sorry, but you know places like this make me mad. They're all hypocrites, you know? Every last one of them."
"Not all of them." Annie said softly.
"Please." Maeve snorted, completely losing her temper, "They preach love, but if someone's different... if someone... wants something different from them, they tell them that they're going to hell. Or lynch them. And they promise to have all the answers, when they don't. Their liars, hypocrites, and everything they say is just bull-shit. I mean, you don't believe this stuff anymore, do you?"
There was a long pause, then Annie softly said, "I... I think if there is a God, he doesn't care if I like girls. And I don't know whether he actually gives a shit about any of us, but I know my faith is not just bull-shit. It has good, important lessons to teach, for those who want to hear it. Do bad people manipulate it to use other people? Yes, but it helps people, like the ones in the audience. That's who I'm here for.
Another pause, and then Maggie admitted, "Fuck, you're way too good for me."
"I know." Annie teased.
"And like, anyone." Maggie continued, "And I'm sorry, I just... I hate these places."
"I know." Annie repeated, a lot less playfully.
"But they got one thing right..." Maggie grinned, looking her girl up and down again, "Putting you back in your classic costume. Ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, that's what I like to see. My very favourite parts of you covered up. But I wonder, what's underneath? Huh? Are you wearing it, like I told you too? Huh? Are you? Show me!"
Annie blushed, and softly began, "I-"
"Now!" Maeve firmly demanded.
There was a long pause, then sweet little Starlight bent over the make-up table in front of her, pushed everything except the mirror in front of her to the side and lifted up her skirt to reveal cute little white panties. She then hesitated a little, before grabbing those panties and pulled them down slowly, revealing the perfect little ass which always made Maeve drool with lust.
More importantly, she caught a glimpse of what she had been hoping to see, and then sweet little Starlight gave her an even better look at it by spreading her cheeks. Oh yes, sweet little Starlight spread her cheeks, revealing there was a butt-plug stretching her ass hole. The butt-plug Maeve had instructed her submissive anal bitch to wear for her during this event.
"Good girl." Maeve purred with another wicked grin, staring lustfully at her prize for a few long seconds, before whispering into Annie's ear, "Mmmmmmmm, such a good, Christian girl, in the middle of Capes For Christ, showing off her ass to it's rightful owner. And you know what? She's going to continue to be good, while her owner gets a nice big cock to stretch out her shit hole."
Poor little Annie January whimpered pathetically, but did as she was told, as Maeve left the tent, collected her strap-on, and made her way back. She did this as slowly as she possibly could, and didn't hide the sex toy, daring someone to say something about it. They were backstage, so this wouldn't upset anyone in the audience, who sweet Annie was apparently here for.
However, there were a few stage assistances who saw what she was carrying, and blushed. But they didn't say anything. Maybe they assumed this was for one of the male speakers? Probably, but honestly, Maeve didn't really care. All she cared about was getting back to her girl, and fucking that perfect little ass of hers.
When she returned, and found that Annie really hadn't moved a muscle, Maeve was just about able to prevent herself from beaming happily, and then praising, "God, such a good girl."
She managed to whisper this softly into Annie's ear again, with the same beautiful response. Namely, soft whimpering, sweet little Starlight clearly incredibly uncomfortable, and yet obeying her top like the hot little bottom she was. Which had Maeve quickly attaching that harness, without removing her superhero costume, and then grabbing hold of that butt-plug.
Fuck, she really wanted to just yank it out, and slam every inch of her big dick straight up that heavenly little ass. Hell, the seemingly innocent Starlight would probably actually enjoy that. However, why rush the best thing she had in her life? So instead, Maggie Sawyer really took her time, savouring every precious moment of having little Annie January as her anal fuck toy.
Annie was deeply embarrassed and humiliated. Mostly by the fact that she loved being treated this way so much. Hell, she kind of wished she got caught just like this, waiting for her top. Maybe by Ashley again? That poor girl had been forced to watch Queen Maeve fuck Starlight's ass to orgasm last time she caught them. Hell, she was probably lucky she was 100% straight, given her reactions.
If she wasn't, Queen Maeve might have insisted that she joined them, and Annie didn't want that. No, she wanted her top's full attention on her, just like it was now, as her childhood hero slid a butt-plug in and out of Starlight's slutty little ass hole, the redhead making it really hard for the blonde to keep quiet. And not because she wanted to beg for mercy, or even beg for help.
In fact, it was very much the opposite. Oh God, Annie had worked so hard on becoming a pure and wholesome superhero that little girls could look up too. Just like she had, ironically with Queen Maeve. But now here she was, bent over and spreading her ass cheeks, to allow her top to get the best possible look of a butt-plug sliding in and out of her back door. And not only was it Queen Maeve who was anally violating her, but Annie was loving every second of it.
Fuck, her childhood hero had turned her into such an anal whore. Or revealed that deep down, she always was one. Either way, the mighty Starlight was struggling not to moan, whimper and cry out too loudly in pleasure. And most importantly, not begging for more too soon, and allowing her top to have her fun stretching out the fuck hole which had once been exit only.
That included switching between pulling the butt-plug all the way out, and other times pulling it out to the widest part of it, and then keeping it there. And on occasion, turning it around inside of her. Even making her suck it. Thanks to the training she had received, Annie loved the taste of her own butt, almost as much as her childhood hero loved feeding it to her.