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I Need a Hero! 3
Sorry Darik I wouldn’t expect things to go as Taylor is suffering as much in this fic. Maybe in another one but not in this one, at least not in the way that the last snip implied it was going.
As always, any and all feedback is highly appreciated.
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Taylor walked along the docks. It was early morning and in the bay, the lights on the rig could be seen shining. Taylor knew there wasn’t anyone out here because of her bugs. Since the dingy apartment, Taylor had calmed down a bit. She was still hot and wet from the dildos in her holes, locked in there by the chastity belt, but it was manageable. Now, all Taylor could do was think as she tried to avoid looking at the bay, at the Rig, at what was supposed to be a symbol of justice and heroism in the bay.
Now however, when Taylor looked at the Rig, she saw none of that. Instead, a knot formed in her stomach, and she would steal her gaze away from it. When Taylor looked at the Rig now, all she felt was dread, horror, and shame. She had liked what those “heros” had done to her. They had used her, violated her. She... Taylor felt a sob wrack through her as she remembered how her body betrayed her.
Taylor felt a hand creep towards her crotch, and then bump against the chastity belt. Immediately she shot her hand back up and clutched it, keeping it from going to her wet and throbbing pussy. Taylor felt it clench around the dildos in her, looking to get more stimulation. But Taylor resisted. It wasn’t as if she could even do anything, but she still held her hand to her chest as she let out shuddering breaths as she continued to feel tears well up in her mask’s lenses. She still hadn’t really dealt with that but it hardly mattered.
She, her heroes. The people that Taylor looked up to, that she had adored throughout her younger years. They, they were rapists, bullies, and probably worse. Taylor let out a giggle with no humour behind it as the tears continued to fall into her lenses. Quickly her vision was getting more and more blurred. It didn’t matter. She could navigate with her insects.
Taylor had wanted to join them, she had wanted to impress them, to make them proud. She was going to be a hero on the street first so they could actually respect her and maybe avoid the high school bull shit that she had been trying to escape from this entire time.
But there was not escape, was there? There was no escaping the torment of her bullies who hounded her all day at school, ruining her grades, ruining her social life, just ruining her life in general. Now? They were coming after here in the one place she thought she would be safe from them. They were coming at her in her cape life, only it was so much worse in her cape life.
In school they couldn’t do the things that Vista and Sophia had done to her back in that apartment. They, they couldn’t violate her so totally and utterly. They couldn’t make her body itself betray her in such a way. They had turned her own body against her. Taylor knew it would happen. She… she craved this, this feeling. It made her so hot, and horny she had learned. She had found these things out about herself and had hidden them away because it was wrong and lewd and she nearly… a sob wracked Taylor again… she nearly willingly went down that street.
Taylor could remember her thoughts, while they fucked her. She had fantasised about being fucked, being dominated, having her life ruined by the trio as they turned her into their sex pet. She, in that moment, had desired it. Even now, Taylor felt herself getting hot and bothered by the thought. Her nipples here hard, her snatch was soaked, and she felt a lustful fog coming in.
Taylor gripped her hand harder. She didn’t want to be their pet, she wanted to be Taylor, a person, she didn’t want to be turned into a sex toy. Yet, why did it sound so hot?
It wasn’t fair! She shouldn’t want these things. She was sick, she was horribly sick. She had tried to suppress her desires, and yet, she couldn’t. Now Sophia had locked these dildos in and she couldn’t hide and suppress her lust like she had been before. Now she would find herself constantly thinking of having the trio violate her, fucking her, turning her into their sex pet for them to enjoy. Or even worse, her heroes, the ones that she looked up to, would find her, they would incapacitate her like they did in the night. They would rape her, and make her desire sex so that she could forget how horrible her life was.
Maybe that’s it? Maybe she should just give up? She was a stupid subby slut who should just admit it and submit. She should just do what she had nearly done that one time so long ago. She should just walk down that street, she should just let herself be taken into that brothel she knew about, and just let herself be fucked. She wouldn’t have to think, she could just live life as a mindless sex doll, being fucked by whoever came and went.
After all, it isn’t like she’s worth anything. Dad doesn’t even look at her most of the time, no one at school cares, she doesn’t have any friends and her one place, her one place she had hoped to escape to, it was no escape. It was just another hell, a hell worse than even Winslow. At least at Winslow they couldn’t rape her, they couldn’t use dildos to rail her pussy, or fuck her, or turn her body against her. All they could do was insult her and hurt her.
Out here though, in the cape scene? They had finally snuffed out the last glimmer of the one thing that the bullies at Winslow hadn’t managed to snuff out yet.
Hope.
Taylor unzipped her back pack and held it by the strap at the top of it. Taylor wasn’t sure if she was crying anymore. Her eyes were constantly wet as the lenses has filled up enough that everything was blurry. It didn’t hurt though, and Taylor didn’t care enough to try to fix it. Then, as she walked,
She picked up a rock.
She put it in her bag.
Then, she picked up another rock.
This pattern kept repeating as Taylor walked down the docks, grabbing rocks, pebbles, bricks, anything she could get her hands on that her bugs told her was heavy.
Finally, as Taylor felt her bad was heavy enough, she zipped up her bag, and put it on.
Taylor could feel through her bugs, a person, but she ignored them. They would just avoid the obvious villain cape.
It was heavy, but she could carry it. Besides… it wasn’t a long walk.
Taylor started to hear the lapping of water at the edge of the concrete docks.
She, she should have written Dad a letter…
“Hey!” Taylor heard a shout from behind her. Feeling with her bugs, Taylor realised that it was the person she felt before but had ignored. She was running up as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast, she wasn’t running in a way that promoted speed, I had learned this while running how to move faster.
“Hey!” She said once more. Taylor doesn't turn but she does listen.
“Please don’t!” She says coming close to her, she’s panting hard. Taylor could feel herself crying again. She, she wanted to. It, it hurts to keep going. Suddenly Taylor felt arms wrap around her, hugging her. The girl doesn’t try to pull Taylor away. She just hugs her.
“Please don’t.” She doesn’t let go, and Taylor lets her hold onto her. She… Why? Why should she even keep going? This was her last chance to escape, to maybe be happy? Then this…
“It won’t always be this bad, you know?” Taylor doesn’t respond, maybe just a stock response to say to people that… had enough? They stayed there for a while. Neither saying anything. Taylor tried her best to keep the sobs from becoming audible.
“You don’t have to let them win like this.” The girl said, and Taylor felt her head turn a slight bit. Thats… what kept her going to school every day, not wanting to let them win.
“They don’t have to win here either. Sure they got you down, but you don’t have to stay down.” But if she went against them, then that would make her a,
“A villain?” Taylor looked over her shoulder at the girl now, She couldn’t see because of the tears she hadn’t drained out but she could see something blonde hugging her from behind.
“Is being a villain so bad?”
“Ho” Taylor took a deep breath as another sob threatened to wrack her body in front of this person. “How?” It was almost inaudible. Almost like a sound someone made while breathing, but the other girl caught it.
“I’m a cape too.” Was all she said. A villain, Taylor was talking to a villain. A villain. The only person in this city that even gave a damn about her was a villain. Why else would she try to be tempting her into villainy?
But then… was that really so bad?
“Hey...” the blonde villain said, her voice barely over a whisper. “Do you want to come back to my place? We can get you into something comfy? Maybe have some hot chocolate or something? Or maybe some tea?” Normally Taylor would have some tea, but hot chocolate sounded nice. She, she wanted something sweet. Something that she could focus on rather than… than what happened.
“P-please.”
“Okay,” the villainess whispered to her, before she took Taylor’s hands. They untangled themselves, and Taylor let herself get dragged away to this villainess's secret lair. Caution was thrown to the wind. Taylor didn’t care anymore.
She just wanted someone to care.
Sorry Darik I wouldn’t expect things to go as Taylor is suffering as much in this fic. Maybe in another one but not in this one, at least not in the way that the last snip implied it was going.
As always, any and all feedback is highly appreciated.
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Taylor walked along the docks. It was early morning and in the bay, the lights on the rig could be seen shining. Taylor knew there wasn’t anyone out here because of her bugs. Since the dingy apartment, Taylor had calmed down a bit. She was still hot and wet from the dildos in her holes, locked in there by the chastity belt, but it was manageable. Now, all Taylor could do was think as she tried to avoid looking at the bay, at the Rig, at what was supposed to be a symbol of justice and heroism in the bay.
Now however, when Taylor looked at the Rig, she saw none of that. Instead, a knot formed in her stomach, and she would steal her gaze away from it. When Taylor looked at the Rig now, all she felt was dread, horror, and shame. She had liked what those “heros” had done to her. They had used her, violated her. She... Taylor felt a sob wrack through her as she remembered how her body betrayed her.
Taylor felt a hand creep towards her crotch, and then bump against the chastity belt. Immediately she shot her hand back up and clutched it, keeping it from going to her wet and throbbing pussy. Taylor felt it clench around the dildos in her, looking to get more stimulation. But Taylor resisted. It wasn’t as if she could even do anything, but she still held her hand to her chest as she let out shuddering breaths as she continued to feel tears well up in her mask’s lenses. She still hadn’t really dealt with that but it hardly mattered.
She, her heroes. The people that Taylor looked up to, that she had adored throughout her younger years. They, they were rapists, bullies, and probably worse. Taylor let out a giggle with no humour behind it as the tears continued to fall into her lenses. Quickly her vision was getting more and more blurred. It didn’t matter. She could navigate with her insects.
Taylor had wanted to join them, she had wanted to impress them, to make them proud. She was going to be a hero on the street first so they could actually respect her and maybe avoid the high school bull shit that she had been trying to escape from this entire time.
But there was not escape, was there? There was no escaping the torment of her bullies who hounded her all day at school, ruining her grades, ruining her social life, just ruining her life in general. Now? They were coming after here in the one place she thought she would be safe from them. They were coming at her in her cape life, only it was so much worse in her cape life.
In school they couldn’t do the things that Vista and Sophia had done to her back in that apartment. They, they couldn’t violate her so totally and utterly. They couldn’t make her body itself betray her in such a way. They had turned her own body against her. Taylor knew it would happen. She… she craved this, this feeling. It made her so hot, and horny she had learned. She had found these things out about herself and had hidden them away because it was wrong and lewd and she nearly… a sob wracked Taylor again… she nearly willingly went down that street.
Taylor could remember her thoughts, while they fucked her. She had fantasised about being fucked, being dominated, having her life ruined by the trio as they turned her into their sex pet. She, in that moment, had desired it. Even now, Taylor felt herself getting hot and bothered by the thought. Her nipples here hard, her snatch was soaked, and she felt a lustful fog coming in.
Taylor gripped her hand harder. She didn’t want to be their pet, she wanted to be Taylor, a person, she didn’t want to be turned into a sex toy. Yet, why did it sound so hot?
It wasn’t fair! She shouldn’t want these things. She was sick, she was horribly sick. She had tried to suppress her desires, and yet, she couldn’t. Now Sophia had locked these dildos in and she couldn’t hide and suppress her lust like she had been before. Now she would find herself constantly thinking of having the trio violate her, fucking her, turning her into their sex pet for them to enjoy. Or even worse, her heroes, the ones that she looked up to, would find her, they would incapacitate her like they did in the night. They would rape her, and make her desire sex so that she could forget how horrible her life was.
Maybe that’s it? Maybe she should just give up? She was a stupid subby slut who should just admit it and submit. She should just do what she had nearly done that one time so long ago. She should just walk down that street, she should just let herself be taken into that brothel she knew about, and just let herself be fucked. She wouldn’t have to think, she could just live life as a mindless sex doll, being fucked by whoever came and went.
After all, it isn’t like she’s worth anything. Dad doesn’t even look at her most of the time, no one at school cares, she doesn’t have any friends and her one place, her one place she had hoped to escape to, it was no escape. It was just another hell, a hell worse than even Winslow. At least at Winslow they couldn’t rape her, they couldn’t use dildos to rail her pussy, or fuck her, or turn her body against her. All they could do was insult her and hurt her.
Out here though, in the cape scene? They had finally snuffed out the last glimmer of the one thing that the bullies at Winslow hadn’t managed to snuff out yet.
Hope.
Taylor unzipped her back pack and held it by the strap at the top of it. Taylor wasn’t sure if she was crying anymore. Her eyes were constantly wet as the lenses has filled up enough that everything was blurry. It didn’t hurt though, and Taylor didn’t care enough to try to fix it. Then, as she walked,
She picked up a rock.
She put it in her bag.
Then, she picked up another rock.
This pattern kept repeating as Taylor walked down the docks, grabbing rocks, pebbles, bricks, anything she could get her hands on that her bugs told her was heavy.
Finally, as Taylor felt her bad was heavy enough, she zipped up her bag, and put it on.
Taylor could feel through her bugs, a person, but she ignored them. They would just avoid the obvious villain cape.
It was heavy, but she could carry it. Besides… it wasn’t a long walk.
Taylor started to hear the lapping of water at the edge of the concrete docks.
She, she should have written Dad a letter…
“Hey!” Taylor heard a shout from behind her. Feeling with her bugs, Taylor realised that it was the person she felt before but had ignored. She was running up as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast, she wasn’t running in a way that promoted speed, I had learned this while running how to move faster.
“Hey!” She said once more. Taylor doesn't turn but she does listen.
“Please don’t!” She says coming close to her, she’s panting hard. Taylor could feel herself crying again. She, she wanted to. It, it hurts to keep going. Suddenly Taylor felt arms wrap around her, hugging her. The girl doesn’t try to pull Taylor away. She just hugs her.
“Please don’t.” She doesn’t let go, and Taylor lets her hold onto her. She… Why? Why should she even keep going? This was her last chance to escape, to maybe be happy? Then this…
“It won’t always be this bad, you know?” Taylor doesn’t respond, maybe just a stock response to say to people that… had enough? They stayed there for a while. Neither saying anything. Taylor tried her best to keep the sobs from becoming audible.
“You don’t have to let them win like this.” The girl said, and Taylor felt her head turn a slight bit. Thats… what kept her going to school every day, not wanting to let them win.
“They don’t have to win here either. Sure they got you down, but you don’t have to stay down.” But if she went against them, then that would make her a,
“A villain?” Taylor looked over her shoulder at the girl now, She couldn’t see because of the tears she hadn’t drained out but she could see something blonde hugging her from behind.
“Is being a villain so bad?”
“Ho” Taylor took a deep breath as another sob threatened to wrack her body in front of this person. “How?” It was almost inaudible. Almost like a sound someone made while breathing, but the other girl caught it.
“I’m a cape too.” Was all she said. A villain, Taylor was talking to a villain. A villain. The only person in this city that even gave a damn about her was a villain. Why else would she try to be tempting her into villainy?
But then… was that really so bad?
“Hey...” the blonde villain said, her voice barely over a whisper. “Do you want to come back to my place? We can get you into something comfy? Maybe have some hot chocolate or something? Or maybe some tea?” Normally Taylor would have some tea, but hot chocolate sounded nice. She, she wanted something sweet. Something that she could focus on rather than… than what happened.
“P-please.”
“Okay,” the villainess whispered to her, before she took Taylor’s hands. They untangled themselves, and Taylor let herself get dragged away to this villainess's secret lair. Caution was thrown to the wind. Taylor didn’t care anymore.
She just wanted someone to care.
