Author's note: Everyone is over 18. Everything is fictional since we're dealing with people in a world with superheroes in this story. Blah, blah, blah. Let's get to the story, shall we?
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Lily Martinez had been kidnapped 29 times in her life and she was only 23. The first time was when she was 13 after her parents, Hector and Eva Martinez AKA Brute Force and Shooting Star, started a company called Heroes For The World. The idea was towns, cities and countries could get superhero protection for a price. To get capitol for this venture, Hector and Eva revealed their secret identities. This led to D list villains Cameltoe and Moose Knuckle dangling Lily over a pit of acid. And after that the kidnappings happened over and over again no matter how many bodyguards and supposedly secure rooms she was in. She thankfully had never been raped or sexually assaulted. She was fairly sure that didn't have anything to do with the morals of her kidnappers and more about them not having a death wish.
Lily stared at the bleak surroundings of the warehouse she was tied up in. It really sucked up being the only one without powers in a family. Her father could break the ropes easily. Her mother could burn them. Her 26 year old brother Gabriel AKA Thrust could use his speed powers to vibrate out of the ropes. Lily just had to sit there and wait to be rescued. She was glad she was just wearing a tank top and yoga pants and flip flops. Comfort over style is best when being held captive. At least she remembered to wear a good bra so her large breasts were supported.
This time she was kidnapped by a villain named Stuart Glasscock AKA Incel, a stout mid-20's white man with a rat-like face and a neck beard. He was famous for trying to build a time machine to stop women's suffrage and the pill from being made. He blamed both for his involuntary celibacy. He never stopped to reflect that he wasn't entitled to sex and that he was a horrible person.
"All Feminists shall pay for what they've done to me," Incel muttered as he tinkered with something on a table. "I am tired of being oppressed by not being allowed to fuck them."
A tall blonde white woman in a yellow sun dress was staring at Lily without blinking. Lily was 99% sure she was a robot since she had no facial expression and the fact that a villain who wore cargo shorts and anime t-shirts couldn't pull a woman that beautiful to be a henchwoman. The robot woman just stared like she was analyzing Lily for data.
Lily rolled her eyes and started doing the math of how long she had been held captive. Incel was outside her therapist's office waiting for her this morning. Her bodyguard Brody was wounded and unconscious and Incel made it clear if she didn't comply, he'd start shooting up the office building. Incel also smashed her tracking bracelet. He might be a pathetic, wet fart of a person, but he wasn't stupid.
All she could do was wait to be rescued. She hoped it would be her brother. He would be a total showboat about it. The last time he had rescued her video of him twerking after beating the shit out of villain Palindrome went viral. Gabriel might be #TooMuch, but at least he didn't come with lengthy lectures blaming her for being held captive like she'd get with her parents. Like she just loved being the pawn in some mentally unstable virgin's scheme.
"My life fucking sucks..."
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"Your sister has been kidnapped again, Gabriel," Detective Trent McCoy said on his cellphone as he drove in his sedate black car. Trent was white, 6'2" with blond hair, 28 years old and looked more like a model than a cop. He wore jeans and a polo shirt since he found suits would just put suspects and witnesses more on guard. Trent was a telepath, which made him a valuable asset to Springfield PD. Most people with superpowers who were inclined to public service had become superheroes. A person's thoughts were not admissible in court, but having Trent around helped the police eliminate suspects and focus on the correct culprit.
"Again? Fuck. Who was it this time? Man Spreader? Manic Pixie Dream Girl? Diabetes Dude? It couldn't be Mrs. Monogamy since she's under heavy guard in the magical containment ward since her trial starts tomorrow," Gabriel said into his communication device as he tied up the last of the bank robbers he was dealing with across town. Gabriel was 5'9", dark hair and wearing his yellow costume that showed off his bulge and lean runner's body. He didn't wear a mask since he had no secret identity.
"The security camera outside the office building showed it was Incel. He broke out of prison again a month ago during a prison riot and since he has no powers they didn't prioritize capturing when there were more dangerous fugitives. I'm going to his mother Patty Glasscock's home to see if she knows his whereabouts," Trent said turning right. "I'm about ten minutes away."
"You mean it was Stuart? I haven't seen him since he tried to blow up the premiere of the female reboot of Back to the Future. Give me his mother's address. I can get there faster than you," Gabriel said starting to stretch for the run.
"I'm not going to do that, Gabe. I can't hear your thoughts right now, but I know what you'd do. You'd have sex with her since that's your fetish which you really need therapy for. I remember what happened with Killer Klown's mother. The sight of you fucking her in a little clown car is burned into my memory. And when she pulled the handkerchiefs out of her ass... Ugh. I'm going to handle this and I'll tell you when I have an address. I don't want to be writing about a supervillain's mom swallowing in the official report," Trent stated firmly.
"There's nothing in the Heroes for the World employee handbook that says you can't bang a supervillain's mother. I looked! I could beat Stuart's mother's pussy up and then beat him up. It isn't like I'm asking you to join in. Though spit-roasting a woman would be more fun than playing basketball like we usually do. And I can make one call and get Stuart's mom's address from our file on him. See ya soon," Gabriel said hanging up.
Nine minutes later, Trent pulled up to Patty Glasscock's house already knowing what he'd see. If Patty had any cape chasing tendencies, Gabriel would be beating those cheeks up. Trent walked up to the house and didn't bother to go for the front door. He walked to the living room window and saw Gabriel had Patty bent over the couch. His hands clutched her hips as his large cock plowed her. Patty was completely naked, but Gabriel kept his yellow "onesie" on.
"You have a great pussy, Mrs. Glasscock. Uhhhh. Fuck! How could such a loser like Stuart come out of such a great pussy? Was he adopted?" Gabriel asked swatting her ass.
Patty was 46 years old, 5'5", brown hair down to her shoulders and in shape for a woman her age. You could tell she had a bit of Botox injections in her face and lip fillers, but hadn't gone overboard with the plastic surgery to the degree that it looked freakish.
"N-n-no. Jesus! Right there," Patty moaned as Gabriel's balls slapped her clit.
Gabriel pulled completely out of Patty's drenched pussy. "Where is Stuart? Tell me. If you want to cum, I need the address." He tapped his cock on her pussy to remind her what she was missing and to hurry.
Patty whined. "Please. I need this, but he's my son. He might be a homicidal shitbird, but at least he has goals. My daughter can't even pick a major."