I wrote this short story of superhero and supervillain lust and mindfuckery. If you enjoy heroes turned into horny cum-thirsty sex workers with a fetish for small dicks, this is the story for you!
This story has a trans woman character. If you don't like it iunno kick rocks I guess.
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"Libertina doesn't sound like that," the John said, his dick in his hand. Tina rolled her eyes. Fucking nerds. She looked ridiculous at the moment. Her pleated skirt was hiked up and her panties dangling around her knee, revealing her bare pussy. The rest of the costume stayed on, leaving her in long white socks, heels, and a top with a plunging neckline that almost went down to her waist. It looked like the slutty Halloween costume version of the real Libertina's costume because, well, it was.
"Look, you still want this?" she asked, shaking her ass at him. She wasn't quite wet yet, but she got excited easily. So long as her partner wasn't a complete disaster.
"Of course I do! But if I'm paying this amount, I expect a certain..." He pushed up his glasses. "Verisimilitude."
Tina flipped onto her back with a huff. The bed was firm, at least. Some of the Fantasy Inns in the north had these beds where you sunk straight into them. Maybe good if she was trying to sleep, but not if she was taking pipe.
"If you were with the real Libertina," Tina said with barely restrained snark, "She'd probably knock you senseless."
He put his hands on his hips. His cock was half hard, making it difficult for her to focus on his face. It was smaller than average, but she liked them that way. Something about small cocks just got her engine going...
"Of course she would beat me up, but that's not the point! You've seen porn before, right? Nurses don't actually give their patients handjobs. Same diff. You're Libertina but...y'know, sluttier."
This cosplay sex work was seeming like more work than it was worth.
"Okay, what would you want her to be feeling? If you were about to fuck Libertina, what context would it be in?"
He gave some thought to that. She took the moment to fetch a condom from the side drawer and get that started for him. The cock was flagging, so she used some quick pumps to get it back on the stiff side. With the ease of practice she slipped it onto his rigid shaft.
"I want...I want her to be at my mercy," he said, a little sheepishly. "Like I defeated you, her, with some kind of aphrodisiac power, and I was about to claim my prize."
Tina nodded. That wasn't the most original idea, but the classics were classics for a reason. She closed her eyes, grabbed a hold of her tenuous remembered improv training, and slid into a new persona.
When she opened her eyes again, her face was a mask of desperation. She held the back of her hand to her forehead, perhaps playing up the image of a maiden struck down by fate a little too much. "Curse you, you villain! What have you done to me?"
The John's mood visibly changed. His previous nebbish indecision gave way to a carnal hunger. Any softness in his cock was gone, and he took a step forward toward her wilting form.
"I've hit you with my Lust Ray, making you my plaything," he declared, approaching her vulnerable form. "How are you feeling, huh hero? A little flustered? A touch hot under the collar?"
She writhed, pantomiming impossible arousal. "You fiend! I'm so hot, so helpless..." She spread her thighs apart. She wasn't as horny as she was pretending to be, but she was kinda getting into it. As a massive sub, she could get into being taken like this.
The John slid in between her spread knees and leaned over, moving to press his lips to her's. She feigned disinterest, then pivoted into tentative acceptance. By the time his hand had drifted to her breasts, she was actively engaging and pushing her mouth into his. The moans came freely at his unskilled pawing, but after some quick "oh no, don't touch me there!"s to steer him to the right places, some of those noises were even authentic.
"You want my dick now, don't you?" he prodded, his length pressing against her stomach.
"N-no!" she said through theatrical gasps. Fuck, she thought, this is actually kinda hot.
"You're no longer a Superheroine. Hell, you're barely Super. You're just a dirty slut." He stuck a finger into her slit, making her buck against the intrusion.
"Ngh...you can't...I'm not..." A second finger. While he wasn't exactly skilled, he made up for it with enthusiasm. She gave voice to every little bit of pleasure he gave her and threatened to clamp down around his hand several times.
"Admit it!" he demanded, but not angrily. More like someone who'd just caught you in checkmate after your first game of chess. "Admit you want my dick and it's all yours." His fingering halted in tandem with his words, really amping up the coercion here.
"I...I..." she stammered, then made a big show about giving up. She spread her legs wide and looked at him with pleading eyes. "I want your dick so bad, oh god, please fuck me with your massive cock!~"
He jumped her like an Olympic hurdler, pressing her down with his wait while applying sloppy but certainly passionate kisses onto her neckline. He negotiated his length toward her slit and with a single thrust, he was buried to the hilt. For a moment, she thought it might disappoint him that he didn't get further inside her. She took the initiative.
"Nnngh!" she cried out, legs wrapping around him. "You've claimed me! I'm your fuckdoll forever now!"
THAT did the trick. He made an incoherent noise between a grunt and a sigh, teeth buried in his lower lip as he very obviously struggled to keep from cumming right then and there.
"Oh Libertina...oh...oh god..." he stammered, completely lost in his fantasy. Tina didn't mind; she was getting wound up as well. Being totally submissive to this stranger had a weird thrill
After marshaling his reserves, the John pushed back in. His face was a mask of concentration, sweat on his brow as he looked like it was taking all his willpower to keep from filling his condom right then and there. She doubted he'd have enough stamina to get through a second session in the hour for which he paid, so he was likely trying to get his money worth. Something that she was more than willing to help with.
"You feel so good inside me!" she said, moaning pitifully. She helped herself along by rubbing her clit, supplementing his earnest if inexperienced efforts to get her to climax. Tina focused on the fact that she was getting fucked by someone who was paying her. That all it took was a few hundred dollars to spread her legs. A warmth built in her at the thought, a tension like a coiled spring waiting to be released.
She could sell herself for less, if she wanted.
"L-Libertina...when I cum...you'll be mine forever!" the John shouted, adding some spice to the roleplay. This was somewhat undercut when he let out a strangled cry and added, "No no no, ngh, it's too soon!" But Tina was already in her own little world, focused on her own debauchery. Her circular motions sped up, her fingers danced along her nub as her breath quickened.
So close. So close! She was gonna...she was gonna...
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Hypnotica had done it! She turned the data chip over in her gloved fingers, watching the expensive metamaterials glimmer in the flickering light. Within contained the Omega Code to the human psyche; the backdoor into the mind through which she could pour any idea, any thought, any action. It was her personal Holy Grail, and it was currently flicking across her knuckles like a silver dollar.
Around her, the evidence of just how much work it had taken was plain to see. Guards and scientists both knocked out with her hypnorays or by their own comrades after exerting her own mental influence onto them. Her technologically-derived powers were powerful, yes, but utterly fleeting. If she were to exert real control, the Omega Code was necessary. She slotted the chip into a port in her wristcomp and began the file extraction. A little progress bar appeared on the screenface, one that quickly leapt to 1% as she watched.
It was then that the ceiling decided to spontaneously explode.
Hypnotica dived underneath a desk as a shower of concrete, tile, and lighting fixture crashed down around her, heavy chunks of debris landing with heavy clangs on the expensive equipment. When the rain of rubble stopped, she let out a breath. She knew exactly who was floating above her right now; she just didn't want to deal with her.
"It's over, Hypnotica," came the booming, authoritative voice of Libertina. Hypnotica peeked out the corner of the desk. Levitating in the air dead centre of the huge hole in the ceiling was a 6' tall goddess. A red and white single piece outfit with a skirt that always seemed to keep her dignity intact, even when floating above people. Her long, curly brown hair spilled down her neck and touched the top of her blue cape, which flowed on its own path down her back. Her weapons: a heater shield and sword, like some ancient goddess. She was Apheleon City's defender. Incorruptible, implacable, and impossibly hot.
Hypnotica keyed the ray blasters on her wrists from brainblast to mindmelt: their highest setting. What would instantly daze a mere mortal would only make a superhero like Libertina dizzy.
"'Tina! It's been a hot minute. How've you been?" she asked absently, watching the glow of power return to her wrist-mounted weapons. If she couldn't find a way to distract her long enough to escape, it'd be another stint in Maximal State Prison for the great Hypnotica. And the food there was terrible!
She leapt from out of cover and shot a full burst of her charged gauntlets. But where there'd been a flying hero before, there was just empty air. The hypno-rays went wide and grazed the ceiling, no doubt forcing the steel and concrete into a state of total obedience. She searched the room, arms raised, only to find her foe floating behind her, shield and sword at rest.
"Do we really have to do this?" Libertina said, feigned fatigue in her voice, "We both know how this is gonna go."
