The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Damn girl," my friend Becky exclaims after she sees me, her mouth dropping open to show she's not lying about her reaction. I've just come out of her bathroom with my handmade costume for the Halloween party tonight and by the looks of it, I did a good job.
It took me over two months and tons of hours watching YouTube to make my costume. I have never spent so much time on a project before that wasn't for work. I poured my heart and soul into this costume and it really shows. I don't think anyone could have done it any better.
"You...you look...like her. You really do! For a moment I swear to God I thought you were her!" My friend exclaims excitedly. She eagerly stands up and rushes over to me, eager to see my costume up close. Not only do I have on my homemade, customized costume, but have used detailed makeup techniques to complete the look.
"You look just like Dr. Avila," Becky tells me, walking around me in a circle to take in every inch. I'm unable to stop smiling at this, as I had really hoped it would look good. When I tried the costume on at home, I thought it looked good, but needed someone else's opinion to make sure. Now I'm sure I'll win the costume contest.
"It's still crazy that she even exists. That The Force exists," Becky states as an aside and I have to agree with her. This makes both of us nod as it is utterly crazy to believe it could be real.
If a year ago you told me there would be a real superhero in the world, I would have told you to up the dosage on your meds. But it's really true. There's a true to life superhero in the world with superpowers, as well as strange people that are always trying to take him down. We are living in some weird, warped version of the DC or Marvel universe now.
"You heard about the fight a couple of days ago?" I ask Becky, following up on her thought.
My friends know that I am somewhat of an expert on The Force. Not that I am obsessed or anything, but I do find the whole thing interesting. A being with superpowers? That shouldn't exist. It should be only in comic books, yet it does exist. There's a being out there, flying about with ease.
"The one in Glascow?" Becky asks to which I shake my head. The fight he had in Glascow was two weeks ago and it was against that weirdo
Boom Man
. He's a guy that makes small bombs that can do a lot of damage. The guy made these catapult things connected to his arms so he can launch his bombs over long distances. Thankfully The Force nabbed him before he did too much damage.
"No, the one that happened in Colombia," I tell my best friend as I step in front of the mirror to look at myself. Not only do I look like Dr. Avila, but this makes me look so damn hot. Sure, it feels like I'm almost naked, but it makes me feel super sexy. I never dress like this because I don't think I can pull it off, but damn, I look good. I swear the costume makes my boobs like two cup sizes bigger.
"No, what happened?" Becky asks, interested. She even sits down in a chair and leans forward, very eager to learn what happened.
I open my mouth to tell her, but then pause for a moment. I pause as I consider how any piece of news can come to seem normal given time. The introduction of a being with powers used to dominate the news every day, all day. The news would cover each and every sighting of the guy, even run pieces trying to see if he is trying to pass off an alter ego. Yet after a year, his existence is considered normal and part of life. The news barely even covers his battles of late, unless it happened in your city.
"He went down to Colombia because of some battle between rebels and the government. He didn't care about either side, but was worried about the innocent people getting shot up," I begin, trying to put all that happened in a simple manner as to not take all day.
"Long story short, it was all a plot set up by Madame Enemiga," I inform Becky, turning from the mirror to look at her.
"Who's that? I've never heard of her," Becky asks in reference to Madame Enemiga. Her face gets a puzzled look as she tries to think if she's heard of her. Don't blame her, there seems to be so many weirdoes these days.
One thing comic movies barely touch on is that with the introduction of a superhero people come out of the woodwork to try and kill him. These were seemingly normal people, well, mostly normal people with some mental issues going on, but they get it in their head that by killing him it will make them famous. They then act out on huge, strange plots to try and take him down. And as if this was a comic movie, most give themselves some supervillain name too.
Every week one of these weirdos is captured by The Force or by the police. There have been so many that it is so easy to forget most of them. Hell, the news doesn't even report it as to take away the one thing that the crazy bastards want most. Only a few are real opponents for The Force, such as Dr. Avila. They have managed to just to nearly kill him, but to also escape each time they are arrested.
"Madame Enemiga is supposedly some black magic, HooDoo priestess that lives down there. I doubt any of the black magic stuff is real, but she is in charge of a fairly large drug operation. One of the biggest and deadliest cartels in that country," I explain to my friend.
"Funny how each of the bad guys always seems to have a gimmick? Like this chick's is black magic, while that one guy from a few months ago was throwing fire because he was all scarred from some firefighting," Becky muses, to which I have to agree. Most of the weirdoes do have some weird gimmick, like it'll help them succeed.
"You know, it would have been so awesome if you had a boyfriend that could dress up like The Force. You two would win the costume contest for sure as good as you look. I mean, I think you are going to win by yourself, but that would have been a lock," Becky tells me, still looking overly excited at my costume.
"Yeah, well, sometimes a woman's got to go it alone, just like Dr. Avila," I say with a laugh. I then try to intimate the smirk that Avila gets whenever there's a picture taken of her.
As far as witty remarks, that one isn't one of my best, but it's true. It's been a good few months since I've even had a date, but that's not a bad thing. I don't want to date just to date. I want someone that will be fun, sweet or at the very least a great lay. I don't need a man to complete me.
For example, if I was dating someone, no way would I have had the time to create this awesome costume. It took so much time and concentration, which a partner wouldn't have let me have.
As I look at myself in the mirror, I can't believe how good the costume looks. The long sleeve skin-tight blue top, which stops high on my stomach accents my breasts. It's made of a shiny fabric, giving me a shimmer when light hits it. Supposedly Dr. Avila wears it because a sniper's scope would reflect off it, making it hard to get a clear shot. Since the fabric is so tight, a bra would show so I am having to go free, to which I'm glad how firm my tits are looking.
And covering my bottom section is a pair of red boy shorts, along with a black utility belt. On the belt are each of the items that Dr. Avila always has on her. None are real or work, but they look like the real thing. Just like how my shorts look like her exact shorts, down to the blue stripes that run lengthwise on my shorts. They cling to me, like they do her, letting her throw kicks like she's done when fighting.
Finally on my feet are combat boots. It may sound silly, but I like these the best out of everything. It shows that Dr. Avila is being practical in choosing to wear this outfit. Everything she wears is for a reason, and it's not to "look good." Such as the skin tight and revealing clothes are to distract idiot men so she has a better chance to attack/escape. And the boots are to protect her feet as to battle a superhero you would get into some dangerous situations for your feet.
"You know...they say Dr. Avila and The Force were once an item," Becky tells me as if this is a secret. This, like any urban legend is recycled every few months. I mean, as far as rumors go, it's a good one, but old.
"I know. Depending on which version of the story you hear, it was her experiment that gave him his abilities," I inform my friend, gently reminding her that no one knows more about The Force than I do.
"Really? I hadn't heard that part. I just heard they dated and she got jealous when he got superpowers," Becky says, now standing with me at the mirror to adjust her own costume.
"I mean, it's all rumors, and nothing has been proven," I begin, stepping away so Becky can use the mirror since I've been hogging it.
"The story goes because he loved her, he agreed to be a part of some matter or anti-matter science type experiment she was doing. It didn't go as planned, but as a result, it gave him his powers. When she wanted to study him to try and reproduce, he refused. He knew if she figured how to do it, she would sell it to anyone willing to pay, which would lead to the world ending," I explain, sitting on Becky's couch after I pull my cape out of the way. The cape is an addition. Dr. Avila rarely wears it, but has been seen with it. Since I felt foolish with my ass being in such tight clothes, I thought this would help give me courage.
"And so, from that day they become bitter enemies, as she's constantly trying to capture him to finally figure how she gave him his powers," I finish. After saying this I am reminded how believable that part is. That only someone you really loved could be your ultimate villain. Where you want to stop and hurt them, but some part will aways prevent you from killing them.
"Wow. That makes a lot of sense. I mean, Dr. Avila always seems to come back time and time again. You would think by now The Force would have done something, you know, to truly stop her," Becky says, acting like her mind is blown.
