Author's Notes: All characters are over 18. This is an experiment in the second person, with very minimal descriptions, focusing more on the dreamlike feel of the situation, I like it but I get it if you don't. We hit many fetishes, some with a feather and others with an anvil. This is Non-con, so if you hate it, please don't continue.
Enjoy!
Your eyes flutter.
The toxin darts slowed your reflexes just enough and now this two-bit thug is behind you, one arm wrapped around your chest, mashing your nipples through your costume, and the other arm, more exactly the hand, is pressing a damp, fragrant cloth over your mouth. The blue, horned mask you spent so much time perfecting, stops right at eye level and does nothing at all to prevent your mouth and nose from being fully covered by the rag.
Stubble rubs your ear, "Night-night, Blue."
You try to slam your head back into your attacker, but the motion becomes impossibly slow, all the speed and power you had cultivated over the years washing away as the vapors curl around your brain like a light blue serpent. The puppet strings are cut and you begin to go slack, as your consciousness races away towards the last light of the setting sun, you feel the cloth fall away from your face and thick fingers press down your side, luxuriating in the spandex texture of your one-piece bathing suit, your superheroine outfit. The sides were cut high above your hips and his fingers are at the top edge, dipping under the cloth, mauling your stomach like a bear claw, slowly descending.
"Oooooh, this will be fuuuuuuuuu-," his words stretch, just as his middle finger finds your clit.
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Your eyes crack, it is bright here. You are on all fours, what feels like a small table is under your chest and stomach, forcing your butt high in the air. Hair hangs in front of your face and tugging your arms, you realize your hands are held in place by powerful shackles. No way would iron hold me. A thought floats through your daze: maybe you aren't at full strength. Did that knock out take my powers offline?
The thug appears in front of you, he has changed into a long silk robe, belted loosely, his chest ripples with muscles and you look at his hands with a wince, you can vaguely remember he was getting very friendly earlier. How long ago was that?
He slams down what looks like a three-legged milking stool, right in front of your face.
"Good morning, Blue," he says, lowering himself on the stool. He has his legs spread around your face, the nebulous crotch of his black robe very close indeed but still covered. You can see bare, muscular thighs trailing up into darkness on both sides but you try to focus. "I thought it would be best if we got a little more comfortable."
"You're barely dressed," you hiss but it comes out barely a whisper.
"Oh, yes," he says, "how rude of me." He looks behind you and snaps his fingers.
Fingers grab your bare ankles and begin teasing there way towards your knees. It feels like maybe four hands and you keep feeling the sharpness of long nails on your skin. You can move your legs freely and for a moment you try to squeeze your thighs shut, but a hand comes up from either side, cupping you very high on the inner thigh, fingers pushing gently against the gusset of your heroine outfit. The touch is sensual, almost loving, you take a quick glance down and see purple nails on one hand and hot pink on the other. You try to turn your head to see who dares to touch you like this but as you do the legs around your head clamp down. You are smothered for a moment, hot skin pressing both cheeks and you can sense something big lurking just beyond tongues reach. The smell makes your head spin.
"Relax," he says, enjoying the power he holds over you, "pull the darts now."
Three darts had hit the back of your right thigh as you charged into this gloomy warehouse. The toxin had slowed you enough for the gang to get the drop on you. Now hot breath was blowing across the darts as they were pulled from your skin. When the last of them popped free, very hot lips pressed to the spot and you felt a tongue begin massaging back and forth.
Your lips form a small perfect ring and your eyes get a glassy hue. Whoever that is knows how to touch you.
"Don't start drooling yet, Blue. You will have plenty of chances soon," he says, running his hand through your brown hair. "Should we leave the mask on?"
"Oooh, I like it on, she looks so hot as a little blue devil," a high-pitched voice calls from behind you. Terror: they wouldn't unmask me, would they? It wasn't a very rational thought considering what might happen if the rest of the costume went.
"Right," he says. "You do look cute with these little horns." He grabbed the short blue horns and gave them a playful tug. Then it became less playful and your face was pressed hard against his groin, you could feel the heat of him through the silk, he was very hard. The hands were now halfway up your thighs, rubbing around and around, the nails trailing your skin.
"You won't get away with this," you whimpered.
"Quiet," he growls, reaching down to loosen his belt. The robe fell open, he was big. The veins on the edges of his cock were dark purple and the head looked positively menacing. "Loosen her up, girls."
You are entranced by his cock, it isn't being forced in you (yet!) but it sits six inches from your mouth. The girls behind you have grabbed your costume, hooking their fingers right above the conservative butt of your suit and they've pulled it together tight and are giving you a wedgie, turning your relatively chaste bathing suit bottom into a string bikini, stroking the front and the back simultaneously.
You try to resist but you can feel faces looming closer to your almost exposed ass and pussy. Their faces must be inches from you and you can feel your hot excitement staining your suit.
"Ooooh, she is smoldering," a voice calls out, the vibrations playing right along your wet lips. "I think she wants us to pull this cute outfit all the way off!"
"Nuhhhh-n-nooooo," you moan. They were getting to you and staring down this pulsing snake, eye to eye, wasn't helping matters. You and your boyfriend had been busy recently, the strain of working side-by-side at the news station sometimes meant intimacy would be weeks apart. You were sharply aware of how long it had been since you had cum hard.
The thug ran his hands through your hair, tenderly, "I think she means yes." Your neck is tense, ready to jerk your head back if he tries to send his missile on target, but he clearly isn't feeling any rush.
The bottom of your suit is pulled down and then to the side, lewdly hooking on the edge of your butt. Your pussy and ass are fully exposed now and it is obvious from the chill that you are sopping from just the warmup. Hot breath immediately hits your asshole and slit, they are working you over good.
"Yummy," you hear in unison and then your eyes go wide. A tongue is flat between your cheeks, dancing around your brown star. Your clit is swallowed and suction is coming in waves. If the table weren't supporting you, you would be flat on the ground, your eyes rolled back in your head.
Moans pour out of you, and the thug continues his gentle rubbing of your scalp, slowly, delicately bringing himself closer to you. His cock is millimeters from your mouth now. Mmmmm, maybe it isn't wrong to give in? NO! You snap your head back.
"Turn it up, girls."
The girl tonguing your ass reaches forward and slides her hands under the top of your suit, freeing your breasts with a flick of the wrist, then instantly seizing the rock-hard nipples. She tugs on your nipples like reins as she drives her tongue into the pulsing ring of your ass. Fingers slide up from below and your puffy, drooling slit is barely traced before two fingers roughly dive in.
Groaning and gasping. It won't be long.
"A little help," the thug says, tugging gently on your horns.
The fingers instantly leave your soaking hole and a beautiful bikini-clad blonde is by your side, her tits pressing your face. She turns your head and looks in your eyes. She is a petty gangster you've seen before, never like this of course.
"Let mama take care of you," she whispers, bringing her lips, very wet with your juices, towards you. You pull back slightly. "Oh," she whispers, pushing her face against your ear, "I like it when they resist, is that bad?"
She bites your earlobe, a little too hard and you gasp. Her fingers instantly are past your lips, pushing your own juices directly onto your tongue. You want to bite down, to resist but being turned into a toy like this is secretly (maybe not so secretly) breaking you.
A hand has found your clit again and kaleidoscopes of color are forming behind your eyes. Her fingers withdraw from your gasping mouth and she loosely grabs your neck, bringing her lips towards you. The kiss sends you out of your body, 100 feet straight up into the night sky. You see the city lights twinkling in the haze of the early morning, the late night drivers not quite aware of the Blue Devil being turned into an absolute mess in a dockside warehouse. Her tongue finds yours and the tang of your pussy brings you into yourself again.
"Ease up on her," he says. "We don't want her cumming too soon."
Your nipples are freed and the tongue retreats below. You almost scream with ache when she releases your neck and pulls back from the kiss.
"Now, be a good girl," she says, taking the thugs cock in her hand and guiding it towards your mouth. You wouldn't think of resisting now. The head of this very nice cock breaches the ring of your lips and begins sliding across your tongue towards the refuge of your throat. "Oooh, what a champ," she coos, gripping just above the base, and wrapping her soft feminine fingers around your throat. Soft, rthymic choking begins as the thug grabs your hair with both hands and works himself in your mouth. You can't help but run his length with your tongue.
