CHAPTER ONE: THE THIEF
She heard the screaming first. Her super hearing picked it up from three city blocks away, a shrill, shriek of desperation: a woman in trouble. She swooped down, landing on the corner of an apartment block that overlooked the alley where the scream came from. She could feel the cold rush of night on her face, the breeze tugging playfully on her hair. Below her, a man wrestled with a terrified middle-aged woman over her purse. She saw the glint of a knife in his hand and smiled.
It was Misogyny Woman's time to shine.
Misogyny Woman was Rust City's shining star, beacon. A homegrown hero, chosen by an immortal love goddess to be her avatar in the mortal realm. She was the lust of men incarnate. In just one year since she'd gained her powers, she'd dismantled much of the city's organised crime rackets. Not bad for a lonely little operation she ran from her studio apartment with a police scanner she'd bought off the internet. The name -- "Misogyny Woman" wasn't her idea; it had been decided by the papers when news of her exploits started to come out. But she'd found her calling, and she wasn't going to waste it.
Just like she'd jumped in surprise when she was first visited by the Goddess, so too did the thief jump when she landed in the alley. The lady he was jostling with squeaked in surprise and pulled her purse out of the thief's distracted hands, pressing it firmly against her chest. The man didn't react, he seemed to be fixated on the super-heroine in front of him, eyes wide, mouth agape.
With her body, she couldn't blame him. When she'd gotten her powers it had changed her body too. Her breasts, already a decent C-cup had flowered into a pair jaw-dropping Gs that were still as pert and perky as ever; now just with a little added fullness and heft. Her hips had also changed, widening, taking her ass with them. Now no matter what she wore or how she walked, she was sure to catch the male gaze from all directions.
The thief's grip on his knife tightened and he held it out towards her.
"You're... you're...Misogyny Woman..." He stammered, swallowing. He was handsome, in a way -- if a little scruffy. His face was framed by a shock of dark hair at the top and bottom, and his cheekbones jutted out like blades.
"That's right," The superhero smirked, breasts bouncing gloriously as she thrust her chest forward. Her suit had a specially designed cleavage window to as to show off her breasts to the maximum extent without a nipple slipping free. Theoretically, that was. In practice it was always a gamble.
She put her hands on her hips.
"You know who I am so why don't you step away from that poor woman," she said. The man's eyes widened. She could see the bulge steadily growing in his pants. She had that effect on men; it came with her powers. She glanced at the woman, who was cowering next to a trash can.
"You're safe now, ma'am," she said, smiling gently. "The police will be here shortly. I believe there is a nice all-night diner around the corner if you wish to wait around to make a statement."
Truth be told, she hadn't alerted the police just yet. She didn't want them to rain on her parade too quickly.
Looking frazzled, but somewhat reassured, the woman hurried off, still clutching her purse to her chest. Seeing his chance, the man tried to escape. Misogyny Woman went to block him and he froze when he saw the way her breasts swung when she moved. He was mesmerized. He was under her spell now. She could see it washing over his eyes, the desire, the lust. It was inside every man, a sense of sexual superiority. Misogyny Woman just brought it to the surface. She grinned and wagged a finger at him.
"Uh, uh, uh. I'm not done with you yet." She said playfully.
"What makes you think I'll be waiting around for the police to arrive? I know how it goes." The thief sneered, seemingly emboldened. They always were. He took step forward, brandishing the knife menacingly. It was cute really, but she'd defeated bigger men with bigger knives. She held her ground, smiling at him, goading him to come closer.
He took the bait, stepping so close she could feel his hot breath on her lips, smell his musk, see the individual beads of sweat sliding across his skin. Her nose was enhanced by powers; she could
smell
his sweat. He laughed.
"I've heard the stories you know." He murmured, sliding the knife under the strap of fabric above her outfit's cleavage window. She bit her lip, feeling the tip of the blade press gently into her flesh. With a flick of his wrist, he cut through. She gasped, feeling the her breasts finally overcome their prison and come spilling out.
The night air was cool against her nipples. His fingers were light as he brushed against them, surprisingly tender.
"I heard you like to be hurt," he whispered, his breath soft on her skin. He said it almost in awe; like he hadn't believed the stories until now. She looked into his eyes and he pinched her nipple, twisting it violently.
Her brow furrowed and she gritted her teeth against the pain, feeling a familiar warmth between her legs.
She leaned forward and kissed him softly, enjoying the way the coarse hairs of his beard pricked at her skin.
"You heard wrong," she said breathlessly. "I
love
it!"
"Oh yeah?" The thief replied, grinning sadistically. He let go of her nipples, instead grabbing her by the throat and swinging her roughly into the side of the alley. The bricks were coarse against her back. Before she could catch her breath, he slapped her across the face. Her clit tingled. She gripped his wrist with one hand and held it to her throat, moaning. His grip loosened somewhat, and his eyes widened.
"You're a sick bitch, you know that?" He growled. Misogyny Woman giggled, reaching out with her free hand to grope the bulge at his crotch.
"And yet..." she whispered, biting her lip. She saw his eyelids flutter as she massaged his rock-hard cock. It was threatening to burst out of his jeans.
He threw her to the ground and began unbuttoning his pants. Seeing this man, this stranger, standing over her pulling out his cock sent electricity through her body. She grinned.
"Suck." The thief grunted. It was one word, but it was all he had to say. In a flash, she was back up on her knees and the engorged purple tip of his member was tickling the back of her throat. She deepthroated him in one smooth motion, until her lips were wrapping around the very base of his cock.
"Jesus Christ!" the thief gasped, stumbling back a step in surprise. The knife clattered to the ground. She gripped his legs and held him in her throat, her nose buried in his pubes. Her eyes rolled back in her skull.
Eventually, she pulled back gasping for breath, silvery strands of drool hanging in the air between her plump lips and his fat cock.
"You can do whatever you want with me," she gasped, wiping the spit from her chin. "I'm a woman..."
They looked at each other for a moment before he got that same look in his eyes that they all did, and grabbed her by the hair. She grinned and felt the tingles again as he held her luscious locks and pulled her about. What could she say? She loved it when they pulled her hair.
Instinctively, her lips opened and she stuck out her tongue, welcoming him once again. His cock slide in nicely; she'd opened wide and her mouth was slick with drool. It bubbled and slid down her chin the deeper he thrust into her.
When her chin pressed into his balls, she gagged and her eyes rolled back. He tried to pull back, but she held him in place and he moaned in pleasure as her throat squeezed his cock. She loved hearing men moan like that, moaning at the pure, unbridled pleasure of having a woman suck their cock. After all it was only natural.
She began to worship his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip before plunging it back into the depths of her throat. She used one hand to massage his balls, the other sliding under his shirt and up his torso.
It was his turn for his eyes to roll back, and she felt one of his hands in her hair, holding her head where it was. The more she sucked the more he gripped until she'd had enough. Pulling back, she grinned at him. She knew what he really wanted.
"Look, are you going to fuck my face or not?"
