PART ONE
The jewelry store's silent alarm had been tripped a few minutes ago, and police response had been quick. Just as quick, however, was the call for back up; apparently, within a minute of their arrival, all eight officers had been taken down without a single shot being fired. One officer had managed to choke out a call for help before his radio went silent. It was quickly determined that a metahuman criminal was at work, and the call went out the nearest Centurion base to handle the situation.
Windrazor had been the only available Centurion of Epsilon base on duty that evening. Since the store hadn't blown up, become radioactive, been dumped into another dimension, or started pouring out hordes of monsters, Windrazor was fairly certain this was probably a low-level meta causing the problem. Simple robber types usually were.
The silver-costumed hero took off from Epsilon Base like a shot, able to travel far faster by foot than any of the team's jump jets. He crossed the fifty miles to reach the bank in just under thirty seconds. When he got there, the area had been cordoned off by more police, but no one else had dared enter the building. Unfortunately, no one had come out, either. Still, this seemed straight forward enough; rush in, grab the bad guy, rush out.
The world slowed to a crawl as Windrazor shifted to super speed. He increased his personal "clock" to the point that a bullet traveled
almost
as fast as a snail. Then he casually strode into the building.
Windrazor blanched as he opened the door to the bank. The unmistakable musk of semen hung heavy in the air. A quick glance around showed a mess of people sprawled all over the floor. These were the cops who had first come in. They all had their pants open, and were in the process of vigorously masturbating; several had large streaks of semen splattered up their fronts, or along the floor. Long ribbons of cum hung in the air, arcing from the cocks of two of the officers as Windrazor moved in the moment between spasms.
Windrazor walked on, towards the back of the store, where he saw the office door was partially open. Through the door, he could see a man in an expensive suit, probably the owner, kneeling in front of the store's safe. Windrazor figured the man was being forced to open the safe, possibly at gunpoint, or perhaps by some other means.
It took a second look for Windrazor to notice that the man had his pants around his ankles, and he could just barely see the head of the man's hard penis poking out from behind his exposed thigh. And, coming from just beyond the view allowed by the doorway, he could see a single, delicate finger touching the tip of the man's cock.
Windrazor stepped into the room, and blinked. Crouching next to the man in the suit, her arm outstretched to touch his penis with her fingertip, was a young woman, completely naked, save for a pair of simple sandals and a pair of large horn-rimmed glasses. The girl wasn't what you'd call a looker: skinny and short, nearly flat-chested, with almost no curve to her hips, dirty-blind hair cut short in an almost boyish fashion. If she'd been wearing the right clothes, she could easily pass for a young man.
Still, the more he looked at her, the more he found himself entranced. She was hardly his type, but there was just something about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, that made him want to keep looking at her. He shook his head. This wasn't the time for voyeurism. She was clearly the metahuman criminal here, probably using some kind of sexual based power to control the men in this store. Windrazor reached to grab her, race her outside and cuff her. However, he hesitated as his fingers brushed her outstretched arm. She may not have been his type, but his eyes roamed over her again and again.
He felt his cock twitch inside his uniform, and he swallowed. He reminded himself he had to focus on his task. But still, at this speed, he could afford to look a little longer. Yes, just a little longer. He'd take one last good look, and then he would apprehend her. He would cuff her and then he would... he would...
Windrazor's cock had suddenly become achingly hard as he found himself thinking of all sorts of things he could do to her while she was handcuffed. Who cared if she was flat-chested? She had nice, hard nipples that were just begging to be sucked. Her lips, curved into a grin, were soft and slightly moist, and would fit perfectly around his cockhead.
Windrazor became so lost in the fantasy that he didn't even noticed that he'd gotten down on his knees to gaze at the woman closer. He also failed to notice when the world began to speed up as his concentration on his power began to wane. The man's hand on the dial started to spin faster, and the girl's finger on the man's cock began to trace lightly up and down, teasing it gently. A low moaning sound quickly raised in pitch as words stretched out comically long began to shift back to normal speed. Windrazor, now half-conscious as he openly gaped at the woman's nude body, vaguely managed to catch the words, "...let you cum. That's it, just..."
The woman suddenly leaped back with a near shriek as Windrazor slowed down enough that he became visible and a sudden rush of wind flew into the room signaling his arrival. "Holy fuck!" the woman gasped. She stood almost frozen, not sure what do with the appearance of the silver and grey clad superhero. The man in the suit lurched as he realized he was no longer being touched. He turned and looked at the young woman, almost glassy eyed.
"Oh, please don't stop!" he slurred. That seemed to snap the woman out of her startled freeze-up. She looked to the man, then glanced at Windrazor, then back, and back again. It took her a few seconds to realize that Windrazor was gaping at her, the mask over his face slightly stretched from a dropped jaw. The mirrored visor didn't let her see his eyes, but she could practically feel them transfixed on her. Of course, the massive erection in his pants was also quite noticeable.
After taking a moment to compose herself, the woman motioned at the store owner. "Keep at it. Open that door for me, and I promise, I'll let you cum nice and hard." The man returned to his task of twirling the combination dial. Within a few moments, he pushed the safe door open with a grunt. He turned to the woman and prostrated himself before her, awaiting his reward. Keeping her eyes on Windrazor, she dismissively waved at the store owner again. "Yes, yes, very good, cum now," she said half-heartedly. With a sharp cry of ecstasy, the store owner shuddered, hips jerking, as his cock began shooting semen all over the floor. The owner continued to shake for a few minutes, until he passed out, laying in his own puddle of cum. The woman paid him no heed.
Windrazor continued to stare at her nude body, his eyes roaming up and down, pausing repeatedly on her small breasts and neatly trimmed pussy. By now, he was rubbing himself through his outfit, and didn't even realize it. The woman grinned widely. "Oh my god," she said. "I think I know who you are. You're that Windy guy, or something right? The speedster from the Centurions. Well, one of them anyway. Wow! What were you planning to do, just run in, grab me, and throw me to the cops in a blink?"
Windrazor nodded slowly. His hand began rubbing faster. The woman laughed. "Geez, I guess I'm lucky my little hypno-aura works on you even when you're going fast, huh?" She paused. "I guess I should have sounded more confident there, called you a 'foolish meddling hero' or something, huh? I'm kinda new to this whole supervillain thing, you see. Hmm. Now, how can I take advantage of this?" She glanced down and saw his hand go even faster, and then her grin got even wider. Reaching out with a foot, she batted his hand away from himself. "Ah, ah, ah! None of that, now. Not just yet, anyway."
