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I Need a Hero!
I just couldn't let this idea go to waste! There will be a sequel to this.
Any and all feedback will be highly appreciated.
Edit: Went weird on me, fixed that.
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Taylor in her Superhero costume looked down from the building she had climbed up to while she searched around for any sorts of crime that was going on around her. There was nothing, and Taylor felt stupid. Maybe this was a bad idea, she wasn’t exactly ready yet. Maybe in a week or something Taylor would be ready, but… Taylor grumbled. Nerves were getting to her, add in the fact that nothing had been happening in the Bay crime wise, and Taylor just… she wasn’t sure what she was doing out here. She had finally gotten up the courage to come out and be a hero, and now she was getting cold feet. It seemed quiet enough tonight… maybe she should come out another…
Taylor didn’t even have time to react. One moment she felt, something… happen, she felt with her bugs that there was a little girl suddenly beside her. Then the world twisted and… now her back, front, and face had all hit the ground at the same time. She couldn’t see out of one of her eyes, and what she could see, she was on the gravel ground of the roof, and she, she was tiny or something. Taylor felt a hand wrap around her leg, her torso, her face, and the sound of girlish giggling. Taylor tried to call out but she felt her hands and even feet were all in her mouth and yet it was big enough to hold all of them.
What the hell is going on here! Taylor cried out mentally as her mouth made very muffled sounds.
Then Taylor felt something, or rather someone, rubbing her crotch, and Taylor ceased breathing for a moment and whoever it was, rubbed on her folds. Then they tried to dive into her, but thankfully her costume got in the way. Taylor heard a girlish “damn it” that sounded kind of familiar.
Taylor was positioning her bugs around them, waiting to strike and hopefully wherever the villain had done to her would undo itself… no that wouldn’t make sense. If she attacked, then the villain could leave her how she was. She didn’t, another rub and Taylor felt a shiver down her spine, which twisted around really weirdly in some places. Taylor couldn’t attack or she could be left like this. She’d have to endure this torment.
There was more rubbing, and Taylor started to feel herself getting wet. Taylor, wasn’t sure she wanted to know what the villain had planned for her, but she feared the worst, especially with how they were rubbing her in her special place.
“God damn Leet.” She heard the villain mutter in obvious pain, and Taylor felt her eyes widen in mute horror as she realised that the person that did this to her, was no villain, but actually a hero. Vista, the villain sounded like Vista.
“You like that little villain?” Vista asked Taylor and Taylor could do nothing as Vista continued to rub her in her naughty place, the place that she hadn’t touched in a while. She… she… no…
“Fucking Leet… gave me this thing.” Taylor felt herself getting lowered and felt something long, warm, and hard being rubbed against her costumed covered crotch. That… was that?
“I can’t get it to go down no matter what what I do.” Vista wined at her as Taylor felt her trying to pull at her costume but luckily her costume was more of a body sock, and the spider webs she used to make it were extremely tough so not even a knife would… Taylor felt something happen, almost like a hole was made, and she felt wind on her virgin lower lips. Had Taylor been able to scream she would have but all she could do was make extremely muffled sounds as the human… whatever… she had been turned into by Vista’s power had gagged her with her own limbs.
“So you’re going to be a nice little villain, and help me out, and I won’t toss you into jail. Okay?” Vista asked in a sickenly sweet voice, as Taylor felt Vista line her cock up with Taylor’s folds. No! No! Taylor didn’t want this! She… She was supposed to lose her virginity to someone that she loved! Not~
Taylor felt Vista’s cock start to enter her, and despite how her mind rebelled against her rape, it felt good. Taylor knew it would feel good. Even if she didn’t want this she knew that her body would betray her in this way. Taylor felt tears in her eyes as she tried to suppress a moan. She… she wanted to be a hero tonight.
Vista slid Taylor, who had been folded up into a small compact almost cylinder of warped flesh and dark costume, with only her now naked pussy exposed as a small hole in the crotch of Taylor’s costume had been expanded using Vista’s power exposed the wanna be hero’s virginal pussy to Vista’s tinker given cock.
From Vista’s rubbing before her pussy was already wet and welcoming to Vista’s cock, and as it slid into Taylor, her pussy clenched down a bit and started to get even wetter as Vista plundered the virgin’s folds. For Vista, compared to her inexpert and frankly terrible attempts at masturbation, this was heaven as her cock was swallowed by Taylor’s lower lips.
Taylor on the other hand was in mental anguish. This was a hero, a respected person, someone that she wanted to have as an ally and team member. She had wanted to join the Wards, and now a Ward was raping her. Combined with Taylor’s moans of pleasure as her body betrayed her in ways that she was all too familiar with, were sobs as her virginity was taken, as she was violated. It… it felt good. Taylor knew it would feel good. She had gotten a little too experienced with a dildo a couple times to not know that it would feel great.
Worst of all however wasn’t however just her body betraying her. But also her mind. Taylor found this hot. She both wanted more and didn’t want more as she was raped on the rooftop. It was wrong to want to be raped, but Taylor had nearly gone and tried to get herself raped once, and it had scared her straight. She had gotten rid of all of her toys, all of her erotic magazines, and anything that was even remotely sexual, even her drawings that she would sometimes do, ones where she would be the star of the show, being gang banged and fucked and turned into a latex clad sex slave for masters and mistresses.
One day, when after the flute, Taylor had very nearly walked down a street that she knew had a large amount of ABB there. She had felt a pull, and she nearly went down it on a whim, just to end it all, all of her cares and worries about school and her social situation, and just life in general. It would have been hot. With that pull however, Taylor had stumbled back and ran.
Now it was happening anyways. She was getting raped, and her stupid perverted mind, far in the back of her thoughts of betrayal by the people she once called heroes, was singing a siren song, wanting more.
She was getting raped, and she was liking it. Taylor let out a shuddering cry that was muffled by her gag. Vista was getting faster now and making Taylor feel good as well. She hated it, she wanted Vista to stop, to let her go, to stop making her feel good!
Then Taylor realised with rising horror what it meant that Vista was going faster. She was going to cum, right in her. Taylor cried out but all that came out was a tiny amount of pathetic noise as Vista kept getting faster, and Taylor felt her pleasure rise with the increased fucking. N-no! She didn’t want to be pregnant! She didn’t want to end up like those poor teen moms!
Yet she did nothing as she felt Vista bottom out in her pussy, going balls deep, making her feel good as spurts of cum started entering into her snatch, Taylor moaned, both in pleasure and in horror as Vista cream pied her virgin pussy. Tears started filling up the swimming goggles that Taylor was using for her lens in her mask as she shuddered in pleasure and revulsion as Vista pull out from her twitching mound.
Vista was unable to conceal her mirth as she giggled and played with Taylor’s pussy more more with her fingers, gripping her snatch and then lifting her up just with those fingers. Then Taylor felt herself getting lowered into something cold, and metallic.
“God that felt great. I think I’m gonna keep you.” What!? No NO! I, no! Taylor prepared her swarm, she didn’t want this, she didn’t want to be Vista’s personal onahole for the rest of her life. Taylor ignored how her pussy clenched at the thought. No no no no! She, no! Though, if she wanted to get Vista, considering that she could just bend space and get away, then she would have to be sneaky… “Just for a bit. Then I’ll let you go.” Vista continued, and Taylor ceased her action. She was going to be let go… No, but… Taylor realised that unless she wanted to be stuck as an onahole for her whole life, she would have to go along with this. Taylor let out another shuddering sob, but she tried to steal herself for this. She, she needed her body back. So she could… so she could…
Did she really want to be a hero…?
“Damn it.” Taylor heard Vista say as she switched from holding Taylor by her pussy to probably holding the thermos that she was in by the sides, judging by the bugs she had on Vista.
“Why won’t it go down.” Vista was still hard, and Taylor was about to get fucked again. Taylor felt herself clench, her folds squeezing together and she felt the cum in her spread out more in her snatch. She was already creampied. She was going to get pregnant. She was going to get fucked. Taylor wished she could moan but all that came out with extremely muffled garbling that she was sure couldn’t be hear outside of the thermos she snuggly fit into. Vista must have planned this in advance.
Taylor felt herself get tipped again, as she knew that she was getting lined up with Vista’s large cock. She… she couldn’t do anything, not if she didn’t want to be left as an onahole inside this thermos forever. Taylor remembered, as she was once more penetrating by the raping hero, that she had enjoyed fantasies like this… why not… try to… enjoy this?
Taylor moaned a bit as she was once more fucked by her violator. Taylor, tried to forget. Taylor tried to forget all the awful that was going on, all the problems that this would cause. All the shattered hopes that the heroes were good people that actually helped the world. All… All… a sob wracked Taylor as Vista, her rapist, made her feel good as she brushed by her G-spot, causing her to clench down and try to milk Vista’s warm, thick, and hard cock. She… Taylor… Taylor… Taylor wan… wanted… this…
Slowly, Taylor tried to forget things and just focus on the pleasure. As Vista kept going however, it began to get easier. She… she could… she could just focus on the pleasure… she… she could feel… she could feel violated after… maybe… Taylor shuddered as Vista once more started fucking her right in her G-spot.
Right there! Taylor thought as Vista hit her rythme, fucking her nice and good, making her feel great, just like when Taylor had first found her G-spot and fucked it with her dildo for an hour. Taylor felt herself drool as Vista fucked her. Vista… Vista was raping her. Trying to ignore the connotations, Taylor focused on just the situation, how it was hot, how it made her feel wet and hot, and how it made her feel good. She ignored the bad.
It wasn’t Lung. More than once, Taylor had fantasised about something like that happening. Getting caught by the ABB, getting taken to one of their brothels, and trained into being a sluty whore for them. She would take all their cocks, she’d get gang banged, and then, she would find herself there, kneeling in front of Lung, sucking his cock while he did business.
Taylor felt herself getting closer to the edge the more that Vista fucked her, raped her, violated her. She… she had always been a dirty little slut. She had nearly went off to become a whore for the ABB. She… Taylor moaned, the lust and pleasure overpowering any of her original feelings of disgust and horror as she was fucked. Quickly, Vista once more came inside of Taylor, and this time, Taylor came as well. Her slutty and moist folds clenching and attempting to milk the sweet milk from Vista’s large cock, causing Vista to have to grab onto the thermos with both hands as she leaned back onto the stone railing on the building as her knees went weak as Taylor milked him of everything that he had. Vista let out a moan of pleasure as he let out more cum into Taylor’s hungry pussy. Vista had reached nirvana.
“The fuck are you doing?” came out of nowhere, and Taylor was immediately pulled from her erotic reverie and pleasure by the sound of someone she very much knew.
Sophia Hess.
I Need a Hero!
I just couldn't let this idea go to waste! There will be a sequel to this.
Any and all feedback will be highly appreciated.
Edit: Went weird on me, fixed that.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Taylor in her Superhero costume looked down from the building she had climbed up to while she searched around for any sorts of crime that was going on around her. There was nothing, and Taylor felt stupid. Maybe this was a bad idea, she wasn’t exactly ready yet. Maybe in a week or something Taylor would be ready, but… Taylor grumbled. Nerves were getting to her, add in the fact that nothing had been happening in the Bay crime wise, and Taylor just… she wasn’t sure what she was doing out here. She had finally gotten up the courage to come out and be a hero, and now she was getting cold feet. It seemed quiet enough tonight… maybe she should come out another…
Taylor didn’t even have time to react. One moment she felt, something… happen, she felt with her bugs that there was a little girl suddenly beside her. Then the world twisted and… now her back, front, and face had all hit the ground at the same time. She couldn’t see out of one of her eyes, and what she could see, she was on the gravel ground of the roof, and she, she was tiny or something. Taylor felt a hand wrap around her leg, her torso, her face, and the sound of girlish giggling. Taylor tried to call out but she felt her hands and even feet were all in her mouth and yet it was big enough to hold all of them.
What the hell is going on here! Taylor cried out mentally as her mouth made very muffled sounds.
Then Taylor felt something, or rather someone, rubbing her crotch, and Taylor ceased breathing for a moment and whoever it was, rubbed on her folds. Then they tried to dive into her, but thankfully her costume got in the way. Taylor heard a girlish “damn it” that sounded kind of familiar.
Taylor was positioning her bugs around them, waiting to strike and hopefully wherever the villain had done to her would undo itself… no that wouldn’t make sense. If she attacked, then the villain could leave her how she was. She didn’t, another rub and Taylor felt a shiver down her spine, which twisted around really weirdly in some places. Taylor couldn’t attack or she could be left like this. She’d have to endure this torment.
There was more rubbing, and Taylor started to feel herself getting wet. Taylor, wasn’t sure she wanted to know what the villain had planned for her, but she feared the worst, especially with how they were rubbing her in her special place.
“God damn Leet.” She heard the villain mutter in obvious pain, and Taylor felt her eyes widen in mute horror as she realised that the person that did this to her, was no villain, but actually a hero. Vista, the villain sounded like Vista.
“You like that little villain?” Vista asked Taylor and Taylor could do nothing as Vista continued to rub her in her naughty place, the place that she hadn’t touched in a while. She… she… no…
“Fucking Leet… gave me this thing.” Taylor felt herself getting lowered and felt something long, warm, and hard being rubbed against her costumed covered crotch. That… was that?
“I can’t get it to go down no matter what what I do.” Vista wined at her as Taylor felt her trying to pull at her costume but luckily her costume was more of a body sock, and the spider webs she used to make it were extremely tough so not even a knife would… Taylor felt something happen, almost like a hole was made, and she felt wind on her virgin lower lips. Had Taylor been able to scream she would have but all she could do was make extremely muffled sounds as the human… whatever… she had been turned into by Vista’s power had gagged her with her own limbs.
“So you’re going to be a nice little villain, and help me out, and I won’t toss you into jail. Okay?” Vista asked in a sickenly sweet voice, as Taylor felt Vista line her cock up with Taylor’s folds. No! No! Taylor didn’t want this! She… She was supposed to lose her virginity to someone that she loved! Not~
Taylor felt Vista’s cock start to enter her, and despite how her mind rebelled against her rape, it felt good. Taylor knew it would feel good. Even if she didn’t want this she knew that her body would betray her in this way. Taylor felt tears in her eyes as she tried to suppress a moan. She… she wanted to be a hero tonight.
Vista slid Taylor, who had been folded up into a small compact almost cylinder of warped flesh and dark costume, with only her now naked pussy exposed as a small hole in the crotch of Taylor’s costume had been expanded using Vista’s power exposed the wanna be hero’s virginal pussy to Vista’s tinker given cock.
From Vista’s rubbing before her pussy was already wet and welcoming to Vista’s cock, and as it slid into Taylor, her pussy clenched down a bit and started to get even wetter as Vista plundered the virgin’s folds. For Vista, compared to her inexpert and frankly terrible attempts at masturbation, this was heaven as her cock was swallowed by Taylor’s lower lips.
Taylor on the other hand was in mental anguish. This was a hero, a respected person, someone that she wanted to have as an ally and team member. She had wanted to join the Wards, and now a Ward was raping her. Combined with Taylor’s moans of pleasure as her body betrayed her in ways that she was all too familiar with, were sobs as her virginity was taken, as she was violated. It… it felt good. Taylor knew it would feel good. She had gotten a little too experienced with a dildo a couple times to not know that it would feel great.
Worst of all however wasn’t however just her body betraying her. But also her mind. Taylor found this hot. She both wanted more and didn’t want more as she was raped on the rooftop. It was wrong to want to be raped, but Taylor had nearly gone and tried to get herself raped once, and it had scared her straight. She had gotten rid of all of her toys, all of her erotic magazines, and anything that was even remotely sexual, even her drawings that she would sometimes do, ones where she would be the star of the show, being gang banged and fucked and turned into a latex clad sex slave for masters and mistresses.
One day, when after the flute, Taylor had very nearly walked down a street that she knew had a large amount of ABB there. She had felt a pull, and she nearly went down it on a whim, just to end it all, all of her cares and worries about school and her social situation, and just life in general. It would have been hot. With that pull however, Taylor had stumbled back and ran.
Now it was happening anyways. She was getting raped, and her stupid perverted mind, far in the back of her thoughts of betrayal by the people she once called heroes, was singing a siren song, wanting more.
She was getting raped, and she was liking it. Taylor let out a shuddering cry that was muffled by her gag. Vista was getting faster now and making Taylor feel good as well. She hated it, she wanted Vista to stop, to let her go, to stop making her feel good!
Then Taylor realised with rising horror what it meant that Vista was going faster. She was going to cum, right in her. Taylor cried out but all that came out was a tiny amount of pathetic noise as Vista kept getting faster, and Taylor felt her pleasure rise with the increased fucking. N-no! She didn’t want to be pregnant! She didn’t want to end up like those poor teen moms!
Yet she did nothing as she felt Vista bottom out in her pussy, going balls deep, making her feel good as spurts of cum started entering into her snatch, Taylor moaned, both in pleasure and in horror as Vista cream pied her virgin pussy. Tears started filling up the swimming goggles that Taylor was using for her lens in her mask as she shuddered in pleasure and revulsion as Vista pull out from her twitching mound.
Vista was unable to conceal her mirth as she giggled and played with Taylor’s pussy more more with her fingers, gripping her snatch and then lifting her up just with those fingers. Then Taylor felt herself getting lowered into something cold, and metallic.
“God that felt great. I think I’m gonna keep you.” What!? No NO! I, no! Taylor prepared her swarm, she didn’t want this, she didn’t want to be Vista’s personal onahole for the rest of her life. Taylor ignored how her pussy clenched at the thought. No no no no! She, no! Though, if she wanted to get Vista, considering that she could just bend space and get away, then she would have to be sneaky… “Just for a bit. Then I’ll let you go.” Vista continued, and Taylor ceased her action. She was going to be let go… No, but… Taylor realised that unless she wanted to be stuck as an onahole for her whole life, she would have to go along with this. Taylor let out another shuddering sob, but she tried to steal herself for this. She, she needed her body back. So she could… so she could…
Did she really want to be a hero…?
“Damn it.” Taylor heard Vista say as she switched from holding Taylor by her pussy to probably holding the thermos that she was in by the sides, judging by the bugs she had on Vista.
“Why won’t it go down.” Vista was still hard, and Taylor was about to get fucked again. Taylor felt herself clench, her folds squeezing together and she felt the cum in her spread out more in her snatch. She was already creampied. She was going to get pregnant. She was going to get fucked. Taylor wished she could moan but all that came out with extremely muffled garbling that she was sure couldn’t be hear outside of the thermos she snuggly fit into. Vista must have planned this in advance.
Taylor felt herself get tipped again, as she knew that she was getting lined up with Vista’s large cock. She… she couldn’t do anything, not if she didn’t want to be left as an onahole inside this thermos forever. Taylor remembered, as she was once more penetrating by the raping hero, that she had enjoyed fantasies like this… why not… try to… enjoy this?
Taylor moaned a bit as she was once more fucked by her violator. Taylor, tried to forget. Taylor tried to forget all the awful that was going on, all the problems that this would cause. All the shattered hopes that the heroes were good people that actually helped the world. All… All… a sob wracked Taylor as Vista, her rapist, made her feel good as she brushed by her G-spot, causing her to clench down and try to milk Vista’s warm, thick, and hard cock. She… Taylor… Taylor… Taylor wan… wanted… this…
Slowly, Taylor tried to forget things and just focus on the pleasure. As Vista kept going however, it began to get easier. She… she could… she could just focus on the pleasure… she… she could feel… she could feel violated after… maybe… Taylor shuddered as Vista once more started fucking her right in her G-spot.
Right there! Taylor thought as Vista hit her rythme, fucking her nice and good, making her feel great, just like when Taylor had first found her G-spot and fucked it with her dildo for an hour. Taylor felt herself drool as Vista fucked her. Vista… Vista was raping her. Trying to ignore the connotations, Taylor focused on just the situation, how it was hot, how it made her feel wet and hot, and how it made her feel good. She ignored the bad.
It wasn’t Lung. More than once, Taylor had fantasised about something like that happening. Getting caught by the ABB, getting taken to one of their brothels, and trained into being a sluty whore for them. She would take all their cocks, she’d get gang banged, and then, she would find herself there, kneeling in front of Lung, sucking his cock while he did business.
Taylor felt herself getting closer to the edge the more that Vista fucked her, raped her, violated her. She… she had always been a dirty little slut. She had nearly went off to become a whore for the ABB. She… Taylor moaned, the lust and pleasure overpowering any of her original feelings of disgust and horror as she was fucked. Quickly, Vista once more came inside of Taylor, and this time, Taylor came as well. Her slutty and moist folds clenching and attempting to milk the sweet milk from Vista’s large cock, causing Vista to have to grab onto the thermos with both hands as she leaned back onto the stone railing on the building as her knees went weak as Taylor milked him of everything that he had. Vista let out a moan of pleasure as he let out more cum into Taylor’s hungry pussy. Vista had reached nirvana.
“The fuck are you doing?” came out of nowhere, and Taylor was immediately pulled from her erotic reverie and pleasure by the sound of someone she very much knew.
Sophia Hess.
