This one has been bubbling for a while, a twist on another pervy super-heroine story I wrote. It's cute, but not worth a harder edit, so here ya go.
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"Miss Obscene is on the scene!" yelled one of the police officers, pointing to the sky. Detective Mark Patterson looked up, just as the masked super-heroine landed with a heavy thud across the street. She must have leapt from halfway across town.
Mark held up his hands to the boys behind him, and turned. "I'll give Miss Obscene an up-to-date. Smith, you take the radio, in case the hostage-takers call while I'm away." He handed the radio over to his colleague. "Everyone else, keep your eyes locked on the doors and windows."
The detective was impressed how most of the officers were able to peel their eyes off Miss Obscene, and direct their attention back to the crisis at hand, across the other street, at Bradford National Bank. Surely, with the super-heroine here, things would get resolved quickly, the detective hoped. He headed toward her.
Jennifer Sprinkler - AKA Miss Obscene - dusted off her knees and quickly tweaked her nipples, before pulling her breasts out more prominently from the holes that were fashioned in her costume. Once she was properly adjusted, she waved to Detective Mark Patterson, who was quickly approaching. When he was within earshot, she spoke, "How's it goin', Detective? How many bad guys we lookin' at?"
"Glad to see you here, Miss Obscene" huffed Mark. "There's at least four of them. No more than a dozen hostages, but they won't let us know the exact number. They are demanding a bus."
"Why is it these idiots think that works?" sighed the super-heroine, shaking her tits at the detective, not a foot away from her now.
"Your guess is good as mine. So? Should we wait it out and get more information, or do you have a better plan?" The detective trusted Miss Obscene's advice.
"I'm thinking," replied the super-heroine, lightly twisting her left nipple.
Miss Obscene and the detective were on good terms, as they'd worked together on many occasions. When Jennifer first acquired her powers, she was a welcomed asset to law enforcement, even though she had to keep her true identity a secret. You see, prior to superheroes, there were supervillains. Two particularly evil ones, in fact. One who went by the name, Dr. Professor, and the other who called himself The Irony Giant. They were both narcissistic brainiacs, who amassed a large, cult following of henchmen, using mind control tactics to build their empires. It took creative gumption on Jennifer's part to bring it all down. The detective had been indebted to Miss Obscene ever since.
Mark and Jennifer were close in another way, too, but the detective didn't know it. Miss Obscene's alter-ego, Jennifer Sprinkler, was the D.A., and by working as the district attorney, she and Mark conferred on many cases. It was amazing how putting on a pair of glasses, and pulling the hair back, could so easily fool her colleague. On the other hand, when he spoke to Miss Obscene, Mark wasn't really focusing on Jennifer's face. She twisted her nipples again, as she spoke. "Alright, Detective. I'm going to make my way inside quietly, from the roof. Keep the terrorists tied up on the phone, if possible."
"Then what?" Mark asked, while he watched the super-heroine lick a finger, bringing it down to her clit, which peered out of the open-crotch of her costume. Mark knew Miss Obscene attained her powers through her lewd actions. The more vulgar she behaved, the stronger her powers grew, but Mark was so used to it now, her actions weren't "offensive" or embarrassing in any way to him. Rather, he found it intensely erotic that she sacrificed her dignity for the betterment of mankind.
"We'll play it by ear," Jennifer said, lightly circling her clit with her fingertips. How she wished she could tell Mark who she really was, but she knew she should never cross that line. "If I don't think there's a suitable avenue to approach and neutralize, I'll come back out and we can reassess the situation."
Mark made his way back to the other officers while Miss Obscene raced to the northwest side of the building. With her ass firmly poking out of her costume, she wiggled it to the LEOs across the street, before scaling up the edge of the two story building. She was grinding her pussy against the brick, making a show for everyone, save for those inside the bank, who couldn't see her from this angle.
'I guess I will never stop coming up with ways to be so fucking vulgar,' Jennifer thought to herself, and for the thousandth time, she cursed the aliens that bestowed these powers to her, where obscene acts endowed her with great gifts: super strength, speed, agility and near-invulnerability. Though she couldn't fly, she could make great leaps in the air, and land on the ground unharmed, covering great distances quickly. But in order to do all this, she needed to constantly expose herself, sometimes even go so far as to fuck herself, in front of strangers, bad guys and good. People's reactions are what truly fueled her powers. Anyway, it was for this reason, Jennifer would never reveal her true identity. It would be humiliating if people knew that the real woman behind the perverted super-heroine, was the local district attorney.
"Why didn't those aliens choose an exhibitionist for these powers?" Jennifer whispered to herself as she climbed the last brick to the roof.
Moments later, Miss Obscene was wiggling her way through the duct work of the second floor. She reasoned everyone was on the bottom floor. Gently, she removed a vent and quietly pounced to the ground. Miss Obscene's costume was specifically designed to draw attention to her tits, ass and bare pussy. Without an audience, she quickly began losing her powers and the advantages they bequeath. She rushed to the staircase, listening ahead with her advanced hearing. Two voices were present in the hall, at the far end.
Like a shot, Jennifer took off, zipping down the stairs and through the hall. She was prepared to knock the men out with two quick taps, but at the last moment, she realized they were hostages, not henchmen. They carried no weapons and were perched against the wall, whispering to each other. She stopped on a dime, hushing them with her fingers to their lips, as they were shocked by the sudden intrusion. "Miss Obscene?" the one on the left squealed, wide-eyed. "Thank God you're here."
Jennifer reached up and grabbed her right breast, quickly licking and sucking the nipple, allowing her powers to surge as she had the two men witnessed her lewd act. Finally, she spoke. "Is everyone okay?"
"So far," said the man on the right. "They locked the back doors from the inside with a chain. You can probably break that, though." That much was true, thought Jennifer, as she gently bounced and squeezed her ample tits in front of the men. "They're having me and Jake guard this hall against the other hostages. They check on us from time to time, and said if either of us weren't here during a check in, they would shoot one of the tellers."
"You both work here?" asked Jennifer, now pulling hard on her nipples. The two men could not look away from the sexually perverse acts. She was used to it, and allowed it to feed into her powers.
"That's right," said the first man. "We have four girls... tellers... working today. The rest are hostages... customers"
"How many bad guys?"
"Also four," said the man, watching the super-heroine tug and twist on her nipples. He had heard the rumors and stories of Miss Obscene, but never expected to see her in person.
"And they are all in the lobby?"
"Last we checked, unless they went to the safe."
Miss Obscene sighed. "Look, I need to be as fast as possible, especially if they are all in the room together. I can't risk someone getting hurt." She pulled out the Doppler Dildo from her utility belt as she spoke. "I need you two to watch me fuck myself for a minute, okay? I need to be powerful enough, that none of them see me coming."
"Oh, well... of course," said the older one on the right, whose cock was getting stiff in his slacks. Miss Obscene rolled her eyes, well accustomed to such reactions from men. As much as she hated it, if he were to jack off while watching her, her powers would exponentially increase. She didn't need THAT kind of power, and kept quiet about it. It was humiliating enough allowing these two strangers to witness her working her pussy with the dildo, without them recipricating perverted acts.
As usual, Jennifer felt simultaneously shameful, horny, embarrassed and aroused while shaming herself in front of the two men. She came before thirty seconds passed, feeling a strong energy erupt inside her. She quickly holstered the dildo, waving goodbye to the two, before dashing off at super sonic speeds.
"Goddamn, she is hot," whispered the younger man, to his associate.
Jennifer zipped into the open room, disarming all the bad guys in a flash. A few light taps instantly knocked three of the bandits unconscious, when Miss Obscene focused on the leader, rushing him, wrapping her pussy around his face, knocking him to the floor. She felt ever more powerful, as the man realized the position he was in, staring into her crotch. Jennifer had complete control over him, but experienced some shame with her pussy waving in his face. He obviously liked it, even if his grand plan had been foiled.
"No bank robbery today, tough guy!" shouted Miss Obscene. With superhuman amplification, she cried out for the detective and his men to enter. In minutes, they had everyone handcuffed, and were calming the scene.
A bit later, Detective Mark was taking Miss Obscene's description of events. "I appreciate you not leaving, until I got your statement. You sure you got every one of the robbers?"
"Unless one is posing as a customer, yes" shrugged Jennifer. She didn't mind Mark gawking at her body, and though she had no reason to be obscene at the moment, she found herself gently tweaking a nipple here and there. Jennifer still wished she could tell him who she really was. She had no one to share this secret with.
"We'll have these boys in front of a judge before the week's out," sighed Mark. "It's gonna fuck up my schedule, too. We actually have an event in your honor coming up soon."
Jennifer laughed, while also secretly thinking about how eager she was to work this case the detective with her clothes on, in her role as district attorney. "I think I heard about that. I'm very flattered you would host an event in my honor, but it isn't necessary."
"Would you like to come?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, Detective. I don't do public events."
"Why not?"
"Well, I'm a superhero, and any number of people might be out to get me. If they know where I am and when I am there, they could plan an attack. And unless I am powered up, I could easily be defeated. The only way to stay powered is to engage in acts of obscenity. I reserve those actions for chasing bad guys only." Everything Jennifer said was true.
"I see. Of course, that makes sense. That explains why you're tweaking your nipples now. To stay 'powered up'?"
"That's right, just in case I need to be on guard."
