For those unfamiliar with the series, it is best to go back and read the first few chapters to make sense of this. Forgive the grammatical errors in those, as I did rush them. I'm trying to be more careful. Anyway, lots of requests came in to continue this story, and it's so unique and challenging, I decided to march on. I think this is the first series that I actually finished. Hope you all enjoy.
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Penny slept restlessly that night. Much had happened in the last few days that worried her. Having foreseen her future (her very near future), where she asks a complete stranger to fuck her, had her especially concerned.
"I sure wish my powers were sourced by anxiety, and not embarrassment," said Penny to herself, as she tossed again in her bed.
Penny spent the past three months fighting crime as a naked super-heroine. Naked, only because her powers were manifested by her shame and humiliation. Anything that embarrassed her gave her strength. Lately, she feared her powers were waning.
Penny realized she had changed over this brief time. Just a few months ago, she always wore a bra and panties under her pajamas when she slept. Now, she lay naked over the covers while staring at the ceiling. How she wished she could find sleep.
Penny intended to stop - or at least witness - a bank robbery that was due to take place in the morning at 9 a.m. She had foreseen the crime when peering into her future, a power Penny only gets when she is deeply humiliated, she discovered. Also, the last bank that the robber hit, he used a drug or spell of some kind that dropped all the witnesses' inhibitions. This made catching him a challenge for Penny.
"If I am affected the same way as others, as I suspect, I won't have any powers. If I go to the bank dressed as a customer, the worst case is, I see how this guy pulls off this crime. Best case, if I do get embarrassed and powerful, perhaps I can find a way to stop him. I'm taking my outfit with me, just in case."
Penny's outfit consisted of only a sleek, pink and black mask to disguise her identity. It fit in her purse easily. The sexy super-heroine tossed and turned a few hours more, before finally giving up. At 5:30 a.m., Penny found herself soaking in the tub, still going over things in her head.
"Hey, you up already?" Penny heard Antwon call from the hall.
Penny had left the door open to the bathroom, not expecting her roommate (and crime-fighting partner) to be awake so early.
"Uh, yeah, Antwon. I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd lay in the tub a while before I leave."
"You're not sure about this, are you?" asked Antwon. He stepped into the bathroom.
Penny didn't mind. Antwon was blind, and she had become accustomed to being naked in his presence. While it once bothered her, she was completely unaffected these days.
"It's been on my mind," said Penny, sighing.
Last night, Antwon gave Penny an orgasm. It was the first time she'd ever had one with someone else present. It deeply embarrassed her the way Antwon went about doing it, but it served its purpose. She had foreseen the future, discovering when and where the bank robber would strike. Unfortunately, she did not see past that, and whether she could stop the crime.
"When are you leaving?" asked Antwon.
"The bank opens at 8:30, I'll leave an hour earlier. It's all the way past Belleview, you know."
"Well, we could try to embarrass you before you leave. Then you could just fly over there and change."
Penny was beginning to think Antwon was taking too much pleasure from her moments of embarrassment. She had used his "services" several times to build her powers, from just standing naked in front of him, to having him fondle her.
Penny looked carefully at Antwon now, as she lay in the tub. He was lean, not especially tall, but his dark skin was smooth. He was always clean-shaven. She hadn't really noticed before, but Antwon was kind of fashionable. Quite a feat to pull off for a blind guy, she thought. Penny sighed as she briefly thought how he was also the first man to ever give her an orgasm. It never dawned on her that she and Antwon would do such a thing. Penny coughed and sat back up in the tub.
"Okay, well, look, I need to get my clothes together, throw my mask in my purse. Give me a few minutes, okay?"
"You got it," said Antwon, closing the door behind him.
Penny laid back. "Just a few minutes more," she sighed, reaching down, gently touching her clit, thinking about how she'd allowed Antwon to finger and molest her in profane ways, just the previous evening. She even thought about the one criminal that grabbed her tits not long ago. Penny found the thoughts getting her wet, and she resurfaced images of all the guys, and even some of the girls, that she had come across in her adventures. So many gawked at her like a sexual object. In minutes, Penny felt a wave rush over her as she climaxed, and her quivering sent ripples across the bath water.
"Well, I may still be nervous about this bank job, but at least I'm more relaxed now."
Penny finally got dressed, ate a light breakfast and headed out the door for the long drive. By 8:30, she was at the bank, and twenty minutes later she had made it past the teller, about to sit down with a clerk on opening a new account. When the bank employee led her to his office, she realized it was the man from her vision. Middle aged, not too attractive, but not ugly, either.
"I'm Richard Garrison, nice to meet you."
He extended his hand and Penny thought to herself, 'If things go down like I foresaw, it's more than a handshake you're getting." She trembled at the thought. It was one thing to have Antwon molest her, even arouse her, but this guy?
Richard directed Penny to a chair in front of his desk, which he sat behind. "What is it I can do for you today, ma'am?"
Penny noticed Richard kept his desk clean. A flat-screen monitor, with wireless mouse and keyboard, a pen holder, and finally, one of those overly large, expensive office staplers. A printer sat on a small desk behind Mr. Garrison. It had a large stack of papers next to it, perhaps justifying the need for such an industrial strength stapler. Penny introduced herself and explained she was considering opening some accounts.
Penny had rehearsed the story, "My mother is expected to pass away soon. She lives rather far away, and I will be getting a considerable fortune. While I will retain some existing relationships with banks, attorneys and investors that are already in place, I also intend to pursue some of my own interests. Ones that will require having this money closer to home."
"Of course, of course," said Richard, smiling broadly.
Penny was lying completely, but needed the excuse to stay in the bank as long as possible. Her plan worked, because two minutes past nine, Penny was hit with a completely foreign feeling, like something astral had pushed her from the back, entered her body, and taken over her thoughts and actions, turning her into a puppet. Her mind began to cloud... but then it began to narrow on one thought. Penny wanted, more and more, with each passing nanosecond, for the man before her to fuck her senselessly. She was hornier than she'd ever experienced and that thought enveloped her mind. Penny found herself soaking her panties.
"Will you fuck me?" Penny asked, ripping off her shirt and bra. As she pulled down her skirt and panties off, something finally nudged within Penny's brain.
'Wait... I saw this... in my vision... it's EXACTLY how I saw it... the bank sign above me, the clock, this man before me... me asking him to fuck..."
But that's where the vision had ended. Penny desperately wanted to fuck this stranger, yet she knew this was the result of the criminal's evil powers. She realized he must have been in the bank somewhere now. Penny crammed two fingers in her pussy and began stroking furiously, hoping that it would somehow soothe the edge, to somehow quell her insatiable desire to fuck. For now, it was working. She turned to look out the office windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the criminal.
Richard's eyes were bulging out of his head and his mouth wide open. "Uh... excuse me, ma'am, you shouldn't be doing that." He, too, began nervously looking out the window, hoping no one was seeing what was happening in his office. Richard did not want to get accused of sexual harassment. However, in the lobby, he saw other patrons and staff stripping. At least, the women were. The men in the room looked mostly confused, like he was.
"What is happening here?" he whispered.
Richard turned his attention back to Penny, but she was also looking out the window. "I just want to fuck somebody!" screamed Penny. It was then she caught sight of a man in a hoodie and sunglasses, zipping through the lobby, past the tellers and to a back door. Penny turned to Richard and could see that he witnessed the hooded man as well.
"Who was that? Do you know him? What is going on here?" Richard demanded.
Penny struggled to fight off the effects of the criminal's influence. Sure, she wanted to fuck Richard (or anyone), but that wasn't embarrassing to her at all. It gave her no power. Unlike others in the bank, Penny knew an outside force had infiltrated their minds, and dropped their natural inhibitions. She knew she needed to do something beyond the pale.
"Richard, give me your stapler... NOW!" Penny screamed.
The poor man almost jumped out of his chair, but he quickly lifted the heavy thing off his end of the desk and handed it to Penny. In one swoop, she snatched it out of his hands, and put her right foot on the other edge of the desk.
'My god, what am I doing?!?! WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS TO GET OFF!?'
Richard didn't know it, but Penny's idea of 'getting off' wasn't achieving an orgasm, but rather the ability to gain powers. She felt so degraded, as she shoved the stapler into her pussy and jammed it in as deeply as she could manage. In Penny's mind, it would have been far less embarrassing to just fuck this stranger, rather than to humiliate herself like this in front him like this. Penny saw the man was getting hard watching her violate herself. A flicker of energy sparked inside her. It was that familiar feeling again.
