Slab’s Femdom AU: Compliance Assistance

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Carter, also known as the E88 cape Thane Maker, woke up once more and was greeted by the PRT’s fucking propaganda. Over top his bed literally painted into the ceiling so he couldn’t even do anything about it was a high quality image of a hot- disgusting male in drag, with breasts and a cute- gross and gay little cock making what was likely thought to be a seductive pose with a little caption beneath it: It’s Okay to be Feminine.

Carter rolled his eyes at as he got up and scratched at his face. In place of his regular mask, a pink gimp mask had been provided which was the PRT’s solution to capes keeping their secret identities, especially with the possibility of a mask falling off during sleep and other such things. Can’t let a guy keep his costume after all, there might be hidden weapons stashed somewhere on them. So naked with a collar on… and other optional bits.

“Fucking wasn’t like this last time,” Carter muttered as he looked to the stupid fucking stockings, bra and other things in the corner. The only thing he’d actually put on of that stuff over there was the hot pink panties and that was more to hide the cage that the gay bastards had stuck him in the first time he’d been captured. Absent mindedly, Carter pawed at his cage. His fingers slipping down into the panties, his hand squeezing down on the cage and gripping his balls, his only relief these days unless he wanted to schedule a meet up with his “Liaison” and let her have her merry way with him. 

He’d been tempted once or twice. Especially one time when he’d seen a girl with a thick ass who’d been walking down the street. Her hips and ass literally thicker than her shoulders and with knockers bigger than his head. While he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to try and strike up a conversation with the girl, he could fantasise... but the cage kept bugging him, squeezing down on his dick, keeping him caged, and the fucking thing pinched like a bitch sometimes! Especially when he walked with his jeans but they were also the only thing that kept his cage hidden! 

“You know if you go lower it feels better?” Carter heard and glared at the PRT officer that’d been passing by his cell. The man was in full uniform, smirking at him. Another fucking thing, the PRT goon squads are all assholes. No body fucking liked them since they were all fucking faggots that got off on doing this shit to people. Whole fucking organisation was filled with fuckers like the jackass outside his cell that would love nothing better than to rape a guy who had the unfortunate experience of fucking triggering. 

“Fuck off,” Carter said as the guy laughed before leaving. Sighing, Carter got up and grabbed the stockings from the pile. He didn’t pull them up, just put them on to act as socks. The cells didn’t exactly have heated floors and this was the best he could do. As he walked, all along the walls were various different bits of faggy sissy porn. Faggots getting fucked, faggots getting dommed. The whole nine yards because the PRT wanted every male cape for some stupid reason to be a bunch of prissy faggots while they promoted their toxic idea of what women are. Whole fucking organisation wanted a restructuring of society for mediocrity. Men being turned into defective women, ending up oppressed by female overlords who’d be pushed into becoming defective men. The only escape that the PRT could generate from their bullshit might be instead of pushing for women to become defective men, pushing women to become hot Amazonian girls like most of their capes admittedly. 

Sure he was admiring the enemy… but admittedly, they’re attractive to the male gaze. Most capes are; a little buff to their appearance they got that unfortunately male capes got as well. Sitting back on his bunk, Carter could even feel what he meant as his ass had grown since he first ended up a cape. Before he’d had less of an ass than a starving African, but now he could turn anything into a chair, his thick cushion turning every seat soft and drawing heads whenever he tried to fit into jeans.

His thick behind also drew teasing spanks from his Mom and sisters as they giggled about his ass, much to his consternation. 

As the time went on, Carter tried to pull away his hand from his crotch, but his dick kept getting hard in its cage. Despite how gay it was, admittedly the various images and propaganda the PRT liked to decorate their walls with were undeniably… attractive. Probably the top 1% of the 1% of people who got influenced into their bullshit and became sissy traps without even being capes. That or maybe these were their male capes, being shown off as a bunch of sluts being fucked or stuffing their asses with dildos. It didn’t help that so many of them ended up bimbos with fat fucking knockers and thighs bigger than their shoulders. Even the faces of some in the pictures had shifted among some of them that it even became hard to tell that they were guys up until one looked lower and discovered the cage that the bimbo sluts wore. 

A cage just like his. 

For a moment Carter wondered how may of these homos they had painted on their wall were like him? Cape boys that got fucked by whatever was transforming them. Had they chosen instead to give into the transformation by being slutty faggots and becoming bimbo whores? The PRT was fucking stupid if anyone believed their bullshit about “resisting” and that kind of stuff. If that were true then they wouldn’t push it so hard. Plus he’d seen the leaks of the kind of shit that went on in a place like this. He’d seen them and had even downloaded a few files before they got scrubbed off the internet. 

Carter continued to massage his balls, the feeling nice as usual, though not enough to do anything but further his frustration. Thinking on the guard a second, Carter bit his lip, and groaned at himself a little bit, before he reached lower. Not to his ass. He wasn’t gay, but… lower. Pushing his cage up now, Carter started to press against the place just below his balls, his palm pressing against his full sack. Despite himself trying to imagine a fat tittied girl, he couldn’t help his lustful eyes from opening, one specific tranny picture catching his eye. 

An image of a faggot mid bimbo transformation who had large breasts on his chest, a feminine face with thick thighs and a fat ass. The image of course had a black dildo in the boys butt, and a dainty feminine hand around a small uncaged cock. The caption on the image saying “It feels better with a dildo in your pussy” covered the image that Carter’s eyes were drawn to. Despite himself, despite how fucking gay it was, the image was hot, and after three months of being caged, of having his cock locked up since the start of spring, he was losing the battle. 

Unable to help himself, Carter kept pressing against his perineum, following what the PRT officer said, and “going lower” on himself. His caged cock trying to grow harder, pressing up against the confines of its entrapment. All it would do though is pull at his balls, straining them and sending pain through his lower body if he let the erection get too out of hand. 

He’d tried to masturbate like that once, but the pain had been too much.

Slowly Carter fell into a rhythm, his hand pressing up against that lower part of him, his balls getting a nice massage as he ground his ass into the bed. Slowly his breathing grew heady as he continued, his fingers slowly giving him small bits of pleasure from him pressing against his hot and hard lower bit. Despite how gay this was, Carter couldn’t stop. His arousal slowly taking over as they continued to propagandise him. If he could cum he could forget all of this, he could focus maybe and find a way out, or at least his head would be straight enough that when the E88 broke him out, he wouldn’t be a broken sissy slut. 

“Having fun Thane Maker?” Carter heard and froze, his gaze shifting over, before relaxing a bit. It was his liaison, Battery. Sighing, Carter finally managed to drag his hand away from his lower half, and he tried to ignore the pre that had started to build up on his cage. His dick dripping bit by bit after his lapse in control. Though as Carter looked at Battery, he had to bite his lip, hard, just to keep from admiring her breasts, her thighs, and how her costume left little to the imagination. She just needed a corset, platform goth heels, and a whip and she’d look like a female dom in her costume. Of course her bimbo slut of a husband was beside her as well. All suited up in his red gimp suit, his slutty body on just as much display as Battery’s was, if not perhaps more so. Carter knew that the “man” under all that latex had to be wearing a cage, probably had a toy in his ass, constantly pressing into his p-spot. The way that the slut fidgeted as Battery held her husband’s by a leash pretty much confirmed it. Probably some kind of aneros or a similar mechanical equivalent, constantly pulsating, pressing into God’s fun little prank on men. 

“Aw come on Thane, don’t be like that,” the woman said as she leaned up against the bars. Something that she was probably not supposed to do, but she likely had her power all charged up, had Assault there, and the fact that without any kind of food for him to boost himself with he was kind of useless. Thus putting herself in a little danger probably wasn’t that big an issue. Especially considering what liaisons were supposed to do for male capes like him. Especially since this is his second time getting arrested. The first time was why he was even in a cage and had been locked in it for three months, no release.

He could have seen about setting up a meeting if he was weak enough to want one. If he was willing to submit to Battery, and let her do what she wanted with him. He… he’d seen what the PRT did with villains that would submit to their liaison. They’d dress them up, humiliate them, and make them feel worthless. They’d use their lust against them, and forcibly feminise them during their sessions just so that the villain could get off, making them do ever more humiliating things until they were nothing more than slutty bimbo men desperate for cock, real or fake it didn’t matter. They’d be trapped in a world of pleasure, whatever their thoughts were before going up in smoke as lust overtook their lives and made them nothing but submissive and controllable pawns for the PRT. 

He didn’t want that… intellectually. Carter swallowed though, trying to keep Battery from seeing, his hand deliberately on his hairless thigh to block her view of his caged erection. He… he didn’t want her to see what she and her organisation had done to him despite knowing full well she was likely intimately aware. 

“You doing alright there Thane?” she asked, fake worry in her voice spilling out. “You haven’t contacted me at all in those three months since we last talked. Plus you haven’t cum at all in that time.”

How the hell did she know that? Some kind of tracking device…? Though now that Carter thought about it, it did make sense. The whole PRT deal was that male capes were allowed to go free. Three strikes and all that, but if they wanted to get that kind of deal with the PRT, they’d have to submit to a chastity cage, and then get a liaison. Of course women also got that shit as well because of “egalitarianism” or some other female empowerment bullshit excuse they were slinging since no female capes ever got a chastity cage or belt on them. Just male capes got cages on their dicks. Not only that, but if they wanted release since they’re not allowed to take them off, they needed to contact their liaison for it, or if they took it off, they got sent straight to prison, the Birdcage, or the Brothel.

Like the Birdcage, the Brothel wasn’t the prison’s actual name. It was the Tia Black Parahuman Containment Center. A place set up for prisoners who despite being too dangerous for regular prisons, could be rehabilitated into something else. Carter and various others were sure that some kind of brain washing was involved for those who got sent out there. Unlike the Birdcage though, it wasn’t in the Canadian Rockies, but rather was a hole in the ground in some arctic region of the Canadian Shield. It’d once been a villain lair where some female villain who thought Lustum hadn’t gone far enough had kidnapped and feminised men while protecting herself with her tinker tech, but the place was later turned into a prison that Dragon now commands. The creator, Tia Black had also been a prisoner there for a while and in an ironic twist of fate, ended up being imprisoned by her own devices and subjected to her own techniques.

Now she was one of the biggest hardcore bondage porn actresses in North America.

“Still trying to figure out how we know?” Battery asked, pulling Carter back from his thoughts.

“With all this around, probably just too aroused to think straight,” Assault interjected his voice feminine and flightily. His giggle girlish and the way he crossed his arms under his breasts brought them up a bit to emphasis their size. Not as large as some of the bimbos they churned out of this place, but large enough to draw the eyes of men all over. 

“No I think I know,” Carter said as he crabbed his hard caged cock, and taking a shuddering breath. His dick twitched a bit as he did so, his arousal rising… and with everything around him, there was practically no way of avoiding it. Arousing imagery, teasing, or in some cases enticing, guards, and worst of all, no way of relieving himself. 

“What’s the fucking point anyways? I seen that sissy shit you femi-nazis do. You fuck a guy and he doesn’t even get to cum cause his cage is fucking on,” Carter said, trying to forget his little… experiments. They hadn’t worked anyways, and they just hurt. They left him bleeding from his ass and fearing infection like when he tried using a plunger handle, or he was left completely unsatisfied such as when he’d grabbed a vibrating tooth brush.

To be fair… it’d felt good when he could touch himself. Another extra fun sensation to enjoy while whacking it to a thick assed bimbo with goddess level tits, but on its own? He didn’t get the hype. Sure the things he’d been using weren’t exactly meant for sex, but that shouldn’t matter that much right? Girls used veggies, something he found out one early morning when he came home from a late night patrol and found a cucumber thrown in the trash with a condom still on it, so it shouldn’t be that different.

“Coming from a nazi like yourself that’s rich,” Assault said, sounding entirely too smug with himself despite being Battery’s total bitch boy. As if the hero was somehow better than him just because he was a supposed “Nazi” to them. Battery seemed to agree as well as she pulled on Assault’s leash and his body language shifted a bit. Less cocksure and more yielding to his mistress. 

Yes… there were some really really racist guys around… they kind of… They kind of made sense, especially when Carter ended up hearing some of their stories. Lot of the proper racist guys were from prison, knew people in prison… or other stuff happened that kind of made sense why they were a bunch of racists… they weren’t exactly nice to hang around with though. There were other guys like Carter though, guys who cared more about opposing Lustrum’s lot of turbo femi-nazis and the gay and stupid shit the government through the PRT was pushing. The E88 unfortunately in Brockton pretty much were the only guys in town that both could do it and were willing to as well. 

“You know Thane, we could take the cage off,” Battery suddenly said, immediately drawing Carter’s attention.

“What?” he asked. Looking over at Assault, from the raised brows of the sissy bimbo slut under his gimp mask, this wasn’t normal, which was enough of an incentive for Carter. Fuck that bitch. 

“Yeah, if you want, we can take your cage off, and I don’t mean in a “the deals off and now you go to jail” kind of way. We can be lenient you know, during our sessions together,” Battery said. As he listened, a little tiny voice in the back of Carter’s mind was yelling as loud as it could “it’s a trap!” and yet he wanted to hear more. The idea, the mere thought of being without a cage. Of getting out… it was certainly enticing.

“What do you mean?” Carter asked, a little scared for what this could involve… and yet as he asked, he couldn’t help the small hitch of excitement, the sudden… dryness in his mouth.

“I mean, I can let you out if you want to have your first session with me. We could even let you cum. It won’t be your punishment, you’ll still be with us for a bit and having to undergo some training before you’ve served your time… I can’t let you out for those… but for a liaison session, we could do a simple milking,” she said, the word milking coming up, but Carter didn’t quite understand it. What did that mean? Can’t be his breasts, he’s a guy, he can’t lactate and like hell was he going to let them inject biotinker stuff in him. He’d seen the slut goblin harem Nilbog had made from pictures online that the bimbo queen fuck had taken, not to mention the horror stories he’d read online about other parahuman bio stuff going on. Though without a cage… did they mean literally… milking his cum? Was the fag going to do it? Or was Battery? Was he… about to get his first handjob? He’d… he’d honestly expected that were he to get one, it’d be from one of the E88 hanger on girls he could have asked before he lost his dick privileges from the arrest. 

“Is… it a hand job?” he asked and Battery nodded. The thought of it… Carter could imagine it, Battery kneeling in front of him, rubbing her hand over his freed cock. No doubt far larger than Assault’s little dicklet. Carter pulled his legs in, trying to hide his caged cock between his thick thighs, and succeeding at the cost of this dick being pressed by all sides, his cage warming up, the pressure on his balls feeling good. Swallowing Carter continued his questions, because it couldn’t be that easy. 

“What… what else? Do I have to crossdress like a fag?” he asked, a bit more abrasively than he meant to but thankfully Battery took no offence from it. She instead shook her head. 

“You’ll be completely naked. You could wear some stuff if you’d like but you don’t need to. As for anything extra, I will be fingering you, or if you want I could even use a toy. Something thin and not too large, okay?” the hero asked, and Carter looked away, unsure. On one hand, it would be an in. They’d know that they could dangle an orgasm in front of him and start to fuck him like that. Get him all aroused, unable to think straight with his head filling with fantasies and his inhibitions falling the longer things went on. They’d be able to feminise him, corrupt him, and turn him into another bimbo whore faggot that loved cocks and submitted to the government and elites who wanted the world to all be gay and stupid.

But on the other hand… he’d get to cum.

“Oh-okay,” Carter said, and as he did, he noticed how his heart was pounding.

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The place Carter had been led to smelled of latex, some kind of cleaner, fish, and something else, something… musky. That musk he couldn’t quite put a name to, but at least it smelt better than the fishy smell he was pretty sure came from something other than fish. The dungeon he was in was somewhere still in the rig. The floors of the place had been fixed up, padding all over the floor, leaving it firm but far friendlier to things like knees and other bony joints. Assault and Battery were in the room with him, all of his clothing excluding the cage had been taken off, and now he was here, with a hot chick and her rather feminine slut of a husband. 

“So uh…” Carter started, unsure really how to proceed as he looked to the two. Assault, the fucking gay ass pervert had started to unzip parts of his costume with hidden zippers, revealing himself to Carter though the E88 cape didn’t visibly react. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen a million times on social media what with all the trap porn and other kinds of stuff being uploaded all the time by popular femboys and other kinds of gay sissy bottoms. He tried to keep his porn all straight, but there was only so much that could be done.

Battery meanwhile didn’t do that kind of stuff. Instead she’d slipped on some different gloves. Just some latex ones that no doubt were more meant for pleasure than punching. She’d stepped over to some kind of low table, and now that he’d spoken, she beckoned him over and patted on the table top. 

“Come over here, and we can start your milking,” she said with a smile. His heart racing, Carter did the only thing he could and nodded, before slowly making his way over. He didn’t exactly know what to do with his face, frown at the fact that they’d gotten him, smile since he’s about to cum? He didn’t really know what to do, especially since he was still a virgin. He didn’t know anything about any of this stuff other than whatever fetish fuel he’d accidentally bumbled his way into while on the internet. Then of course, seeing it was completely different from actually being a part of it. When he imagined himself in a BDSM scene, or even having sex, he’d thought he’d be more confident. He’d have gotten the girl, they’d have gotten to third base or whatever base it was supposed to be, and he’d know he’d earned it. He’d have swept a cute girl off her feet and then when he’d wooed her, they’d have hot, passionate sex, his condomed cock pressing into her pussy, his fingers roaming over her, their kissing desperate and needy as they fucked.

Now though, he felt like a meek lamb heading for the slaughter. A slaughter he’d voluntarily gone for. Yet he couldn’t quite regret it, he was so horny right now, his dick straining in its cage, pressing its flesh into the bars, and making him wish that he didn’t have to wear the thing. Reaching the table, Carter tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry, his breathing erratic. Battery didn’t react, but no doubt she saw it. She saw how nervous he was about all this. 

“Come on up Thane, just get on all fours on this table here, and we can start,” she said, and Carter nodded. He got on, placing a knee and hand on before lifting the rest of himself up. Carter shivered a bit while up on the table, mostly from nerves while he waited. He shouldn’t have done this. They were probably getting ready to fuck him, or do something to him. He was a villain and they were heroes, they were going to try and pull something and then he’d be fucked.

Yet the possibility… it was too much. Then Carter gasped as Battery started to touch him back there. Her hands rubbed at his thighs, soft rubbing, sliding her hands up and down. Despite himself, he felt himself twitch down there, his caged junk shifting a bit, giving it a little swing. 

“What a nice set of thighs, and your ass, I bet you turn all the girls’ heads,” Battery said, her hand still rubbing his inner thighs, but not much else. He wanted to ask about her unlocking him, yet refrained. He wasn’t sure if that offer would be retracted if he messed something up. 

“Makes me just want to grab them. You know, slip my hands in like this, press you against me. That’d be nice hmm?” she asked and Carter could see it in his mind. Her just walking up, grabbing and then pulling, his head slipping right atop her breasts, getting pressed up against the thing of every boy’s desire, they’d be right there against his head. The only price being a few gropes by a pretty lady. All he’d have to do was look down and then they’d be against his face.

“Enjoying that thought?” the hero asked and Carter couldn’t really do much more than hum in the affirmative. 

“I thought you might,” Battery said as she continued to rub him. He wanted more, he wanted her to touch him more. His shivering only continued, his breath still ragged as he enjoyed the hero’s touch. Yet with only a wall to watch, Carter couldn’t help his wandering eyes. They drifted over to Assault’s bright red costume. The slut had at some point grabbed a big thick dildo. The thing had a large base on it and the male hero was showing off his cage still as he was lubing the thing up. Carter wasn’t sure what he thought of having an audience… but if that’s what he needed to have in order to cum, then fine, whatever. The slut can watch him get “milked” while he stays denied and caged. Carter’ll get to enjoy his wife while he gets reduced to bouncing on a dick. 

Of course though, the moment that Assault could see that Carter was watching, he slowed his preparations, his hand going from generously and quickly lubing up the faux cock, to gently, sensually rubbing it as if it were the real thing. His legs spread out more, showing himself on display for the villain, one lubed up hand sliding it’s way up, all the while the domino masked hero smirked at Carter. In a huff, Carter looked away, or at least tried. His eyes continued to try to dart back, but Carter had to move his head specifically so he couldn’t look. Battery giggled a bit at this, but said nothing as she kept rubbing his thighs, before eventually she stopped. Carter then heard the door of the dungeon open and then some footsteps. 

“Here you are Ma’am, the key you wanted,” Carter heard a gruff voice say. Certainly not a cape then.

“Thank you captain, you can go now,” Battery said and Carter then heard the sound of the trooper’s boots walking away before the door closed. So… this was it. Carter let out a shuddering breath. His key was here. After three months… he’d finally get let out. He could barely wait.

“Well then, now that we have your key, lets get started,” Battery said, and then Carter felt Battery’s hand on his genitals, a latex gloved hand taking hold of his balls, her fingers pressing against the cage of his cock. Carter shuddered at the feeling. Even just this small touch sent a spark of pleasure through him, the sensation of Battery touching his balls was enough to let a little pre slip out. As Battery took hold of his caged dick, Carter waited with baited breath. Battery took long agonising seconds to unlock him, touching him and pulling his cock back. He could already feel his dick hardening, the deepest part of his member pressing up against the rings as Battery pulled it back, her warm latex clad fingers taking hold of what little bits of flesh had squeezed through the small holes between the rings and bars that made up Carter’s cage. For a moment, he couldn’t even breath, his anticipation so great, and then, he heard the sound of a small metallic key entering into the cage’s integrated lock. 

That was all the warning Carter got before the hero pulled, slipping the lock out of its crevice. Then, slowly, gently, Carter felt Battery taking hold of his cage and pull on it. Unlocked, the thing came off easily, the pegs that connected it no longer secure, and Carter was suddenly free after three months of denial. Almost immediately Carter could feel himself getting hard, his dick filling with blood as Battery finally pulled off his cage. His growing member pressed up against the metal ring that was still on his dick, turning it into a metal cock ring. Blood flowed in easily, and found it harder to leave. His penis getting harder than ever as he felt it rise to its full length, then a little beyond. He felt Battery tug on the ring but gave up after a second or two, leaving the metal thing there. Carter almost breathed a sigh of relief. The ring was tight enough that the PRT chastity specialists had to slip his member and balls in one and a time, before squeezing his dick down to get it in. With his cock hard as it was, it’d be impossible to get it off, at least not without crushing his balls into a paste which he was glad to avoid.

“My my, Thane, you’ve been denied for so long,” Battery said, and as she did so, Carter gasped as he felt her fingers. Lubed up or something as her hand glided across his cock. She pressed her palm up against the underside of his dick, fingers squeezing around him, pressing into his lower head, and sending a welcome wave of pleasure through Carter. The cape could barely help it as his dick twitched, his member pulling forward and then out of Battery’s light grip as it swung forward and slapped his bare stomach. Battery giggled at that, her fingers going upwards, and pressing into his thick, blue balls. Massaging them for a moment.

“Such big balls you have, almost has big as my husbands are now,” she said, the mention of her husband making Carter glance back to Assault. It seemed though that the slut had been waiting for that, because the moment Assault noticed Carter looking, the bimbo had started to lower himself onto his huge dildo. The slut letting out a girlish moan as he did so, his hole getting spread out as his hands slid down his legs. His cage easily on display and his balls, big and round no doubt from how much his wife denied him, hung there. Carter could see how the dildo spread the hero out, filling his hole. Despite himself, Carter felt his ass clench, his cock twitch. He had to swallow again. 

“My, what a greedy little hole,” Battery said, and then she touched him… back there. Carter pulled away a bit, and clenched his cheeks. Battery’s hands thankfully didn’t follow, the cape boy unable to stop himself for a moment as he continued to lean away… but… he’d known this was going to happen. He’d expected it, and she’d literally told him. If… if he wanted to be “milked” then Battery would finger him. Slowly, like a lamb to the slaughter, Carter leaned back, once more presenting his ass and cock to the hero. 

“Good boy,” Carter heard her say, and hated the fact that he blushed as she said that, and kind of… enjoyed it. Once more Battery started to touch him. Her palm once more pressed against the underside of his cock, but at the same time, another hand came, and pressed against his back entrance. Just a finger, and Carter still clenched, but unlike before, he didn’t move away. He… he needed this too much. 

“Mmmm, good boy, you’re so brave,” Battery said, her words soft, like she was talking to a spooked animal that was afraid to be touched. Though in truth, that pretty much was what Carter was. A scared creature, afraid of his captors, and just like on those scared animals, her soft coos worked to calm him a bit. The other part was how Battery was squeezing his cock. She wasn’t stroking it or anything, but even just her slipping her fingers around, and squeezing down on his hard erection was enough to drive delicious sensations through him, his cock hard as could be from the metal cock ring stuck on him now. 

With her finger all lubed up, Battery began to slide her finger around Carter’s hole. Her fingers rubbing up and down Carter’s sphincter, slowly massaging it. Despite the fact that he wasn’t some gay boy like most of the heroes, Carter’s hole back there had started to feel good, even from just her rubbing him, from sliding her fingers around his back entrance. Carter let out a deep breath from the feeling, and despite himself his cock twitched not form the squeezing, but from the feeling in his ass. 

“Oh, oh look, a little bit of pre,” Battery said, and then Carter felt a finger swipe over his lower head. The friction as it passed over the head dropped significantly, his pre making a good lube for Battery as she continued to tease his back hole, massaging some more. All the while, Assault had kept up the little show Carter’s eyes were continuously drawn to, the slut taking his dildo slow and deliberate for Carter, letting him see how his ass was spread out by the monstrous cock. Carter tried his best not to imagine it, or even himself in the hero’s shoes.

But then Battery’s finger slipped in, and Carter couldn’t help but gasp as it slipped past his hole and into him. 

“Hmm, easier than expected, have you been having some fun?” Battery asked, while Carter blushed hard. His experimentations in his most shameful and desperate moments coming back to haunt him. 

“No,” he said, though his voice trembled, and his hole told another story. Though he wasn’t lying either. It hadn’t been fun, especially when he tried the hammer and had started bleeding. Thank god it hadn’t gotten infected, but it hurt to poop for a while after.

“Naughty boy, lying to me. You’ve had some fun back there,” Battery said as she continued to finger fuck his ass. Despite how his previous experimentations had gone though… this was different. It… felt better than when he’d… gotten desperate. Slowly as Battery eased her finger in, she slowly started to tease his hole. Her lubed up finger nice and slick, her digit expanding him little by little as she played with him. 

“Such a cute little hole,” Battery said, and Carter couldn’t help but blush, no doubt he looked ridiculous like this, the hero sliding her finger in, a hand around his cock. He shuddered a bit at the image, and at how Assault was still going slowly fucking his ass, letting the huge dildo fill his hole. How he was able to fit such a huge monster in Carter had no idea. Asses shouldn’t be able to take such a huge dick, and yet.

“Mmmmh, if feel so good,” Assault called out, the slut bringing a hand up to his cage, squeezing it, like Carter would squeeze his own. Pressing down against his balls while his ass was full of cock. 

“He’s such a needy slut,” Battery commented. “I’m going to stick another finger in, okay? Then we can start having some real fun.”

“Okay,” Carter said, unsure what to say or even do, his gaze remained fixed on Assault, and his senses were fixed on what Battery was doing to him. Some part of him almost imagined him in Assault’s shoes, being fucked like that. His ass being trained enough to take cock like that, to get ass fucked by some big black man with a huge cock. Assault probably was made to by his wife. The female dominants on the heroes side likely taking pleasure in degrading their male counter parts. Pushing them down, holding them there as a big black man came up behind them, huge cocks at the ready and lubed up. They’d come up and slide their shlong in, fully filling the sluts up before the big black would get on the bed. He’d hold them down, before roughly beginning to piston his hips forward, and steadily beginning to fuck their white sissy asses, his huge dick destroying their holes.

“Ah!” Carter cried, the feeling of a finger slipping in, the sight of Assault, and then the thought, the thought of a huge black man sliding his cock into a small whitey. His hips shook as pleasure nearly over took him, his cock began to twitch, and for a moment he thought he’d cum, but Battery stopped. Let go of him, and Carter shook his hips now deliberately, his cock slapping against his stomach a bit, but then nothing came. The sensation subsiding a little bit as Battery giggled. 

“Oh no, not yet cutie, not until we get to the best part. Now hold still,” she said, and Carter obeyed. His head filled with erotic thoughts, his vision filled with Assault and his naughty performance. The slut had started to go faster as well, his hand off his dick and now the bimbo was using them to start to proper fuck that dildo, his ass sliding up and down the huge cock, his cage flying wildly around as the latex clad hero fucked himself. 

“Assault stop,” Battery commanded, and suddenly Assault did so, freezing, though his hips jerked and moved in spasms, almost like Carter’s had. From the cage, pre dripped, and assault himself was breathing hard.

“Go slow.”

“Yes Mistress,” Assault said, and then be began to pull himself off the cock. For a second Carter didn’t understand, but he felt Battery pulling out of him now as well, until only the tips of her two fingers were left. Her other hand took hold of his cock but once more didn’t do too much. She just held it tenderly, the warmth of her hand, and the slight pressure already keeping him nice and hard. 

Then as Assault slowly eased himself back on the dildo, Carter felt Battery’s fingers begin to ease in as well. For a moment, Carter imagined himself in Assault’s boots, his ass being filled by the massive dildo, clad in latex. Carter’s cock twitched at the idea, his pre continuing to drip and his ass clenching around Battery’s fingers. The two digits in him sending that strange pleasure through him, the stretching making him feel good, and with her hand on his cock. It… it was the best thing he’d ever felt. Though as Assault went lower, Carter took that back. Battery’s fingers slid in time with Assault’s fucking, and then she it something that made Carter gasp. His cock twitched hard, his ass clenched again as pleasure shot through the captive villain. Battery giggled again.

“There it is, hold on Assault,” she said, and then Carter instantly knew what she’d hit; his prostate, his p-spot, God’s little joke on men. It… it felt better than anything he could remember. As his mistress ordered, Assault stopped, and Battery kept pressing on that spot, each press sending another tumultuous wave through Carter as the pleasure continued to mount.

“Does that feel good?” Battery asked, and Carter bit his lip. It did feel good, it felt amazing. Better than anything he could remember. Not even stroking his cock and cumming felt as good as he did right now. 

“I said, does that feel good?” Battery asked again, this time letting off his bitch button, and Carter responded:

“Yes,” he said, breathy, and needy. He… he wanted to feel it more. 

“Do you want more?” Battery asked, and Carter nodded. He wanted more, he was so desperate, and it felt so good. 

“Yes,” he repeated as a lustful fog started to fill his mind, as higher thoughts left his head. He wanted this; he wanted this pleasure to continue to feel good. Then as Assault began again, so did Battery, her fingers starting to fuck Carter some more, sliding in and out of his ass. Uncaring to stop himself, Carter started to moan a bit as she did so, as Battery began to properly finger fuck him with her two fingers. Her fingers would slide in, filling his hole with their thick girth, and bump up against his p-spot. Pleasure would bloom and soon enough they reached a wonderful rhythm that sent sensual delight rippling through Carter.

As time went on, so did their speed. As Assault would speed up, Battery would match her bimbo, fucking Carter faster and the assaults of pleasure would speed up. Carter’s moans soon enough had stared to grow louder, from barely audible to quiet yet high pitched peals let out because of the pleasure knocking around him. Were his core an island it’d have been flooded by now by the growing tsunami he felt growing in him. His whole body even had started to feel good, his core swamped by the waters of sensual sensation that was only rising higher the more Battery played with his ass. 

He needed more. Carter needed it, and soon enough he started to lean back. He tried to time it, as Battery began to slide her fingers forward, Carter would try to slide back, driving her fingers into him deeper, her hand sliding up against his ass, his cock gripped tighter. More, he needed more, it felt so good. 

As time went on Carter fully fell into it as well, fucking himself on Battery’s fingers while unable to look away from Assault. The two male capes fucking their asses on toys, engulfed in a miasma of pleasure and sensation. Assault himself even started to jerk around, his ass fucking growing wild and barely controlled. His body would contort and spasm, his mind no doubt as overwhelmed by sensation as Carter’s was as he did the same. The two sluts unable to help themselves as their hind brains took over and drove their passions forth. 

“Ah!” Carter cried out, his moans having since turned to cries of delight. Each crashing wave of lust filling him with desire, his needy moans mixed with assaults, the two boys filling the chamber with sounds of lustful pleasure, of a hedonistic need for more. Then in a desperate cry for help, Carter spoke again:

“Please, more!” the E88 cape cried, wanting more, wanting to feel more, to have a third finger. His lust overriding any shame he might have had at that moment, and then as he felt a third pressing into his entrance, he couldn’t take it. Just as he felt that third finger begin to expand his hole more, to drive it in with the others, battering his button, with Battery squeezing his cock, it was suddenly too much, and Carter let out a high pitched cry. It sounded like a dying animal as his balls pulled up, his cock began to twitch wildly, when suddenly Battery pulled away from his dick.

Carter pealed again, wanting the pleasure to continue, to feel something more, but Battery wouldn’t have it. She pulled away entirely, leaving Carter paralysed by his coming climax. His hips shook and thrust, his cock swung with wild abandon, cum spraying across the table.

Yet Carter felt none of it. The pleasure fell away, disappearing into the void. He felt nothing as his cum first sprayed, and then began to drizzle out, dripping onto the table, before Carter in exhaustion fell forward onto the table. He crashed into his cum but he didn’t care. His mind awash with more need than ever. Cumming hadn’t helped; it only drove him on more. He needed more, the lustful fog in his mind hadn’t receded, but he also couldn’t muster the strength to do something about it as he lay there in his shame. 

“Oh such a good boy,” Battery said as she came up to Carter, petting his head and giving him a small hug, though Carter barely responded, his mind awash with both shame and lust, his desire having barely receded as he lay there. He still wanted more, yet his body was sluggish to respond. As he crawled once more to all fours, he sat there a moment, unsure what to do, though then he felt Battery pat him on the ass, and Carter stiffened, his ass clenching in an almost… needy fashion. Battery didn’t do much with her hand on his butt, just rubbing his cheek as if rubbing some cattle to calm them down… which must be him since he’d just been “milked”. 

“There now stay still,” Battery said, and Carter obeyed. The hand slipped away from his ass, and then slipping around his cock. While it twitched, Carter could feel it’d calmed down, going flaccid. It still was semi hard, but as Carter felt something cold and metal press up against his lower head, he knew he wasn’t about to get a proper happy ending this time. Perhaps next time they wouldn’t ruin his climax, though he doubted it. Not unless it was from doing something humiliating no doubt. 

As he pondered, the cage was slipped on, and he once more was trapped inside of his cage.

“There we go, a nice proper first session,” Battery declared, slowly helping Carter to his feet from the table, or at least trying. Despite himself, Carter could barely stand, his knees shaking and feeling weak. They felt like they shouldn’t be able to support him, like he was too heavy for them, or that they’d collapse any second now. He had to hold onto Battery for support, gripping and hugging an arm to himself as he tried to stand until eventually he’d gotten somewhat stable. 

“Alright then Thane, lets get you back to your cell, okay?” she asked, even though he didn’t have much of a choice, or even ability to resist her as she started to lead him away, her husband following behind them.

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 Entry 4 – Slime

I decided to rewrite the slime entry so that it would make more sense.

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Aton ran through the tall grass as fast as he could, swiping the taller stalks out of the way. It was his only chance to escape while the caravan guards were still fighting the monsters. For a moment he looked back, and already saw that a fire had started among the wagons, some of the flames reaching high into the night sky, giving off some light in the twilight. No doubt whatever other monsters that were in the area would be attracted to it, and like hell was he going to end up becoming-

“Gahhhh!” he shouted as his foot caught something. He threw his hands out in front of him, and they landed in something, mud maybe. Aton tried to pull his hands back, but as he tried, he found that they were stuck.

“What the hell?” Aton whimpered, a quiet panic settling in, before he heard something, almost like…

Then he saw her. He couldn’t see her well in the dark, but the figure emerging from the brush, her surface shone a bit in the moon light, showing off a voluptuous figure, with immense breasts and hips. She looked like she’s just come out of a pool and was dripping wet in the darkness. Though as he saw the rising moon through her face, and the ever widening smile, a smile that went far beyond what a human should be able to do, he knew he was dead.

Figuratively, he’d certainly live, but… if he’d ever make it back to his loving wife and kids as he was now, there wasn’t a chance.

“No, NO!” Aton cried out as he redoubled his efforts even though intellectually he knew it was hopeless. He’d once seen the strongest man in his old village get swamped by these things, and he hadn’t even been able to pull them off. What chance did he, reedy and malnourished Aton have? Even so he desperately tried to pull his hand from the goo girl, only succeeding in pulling her closer.

“Husband,” was all she said as she flung her arms out, her body expanding, her breasts shrinking as her form expanded, quickly growing taller than him, while her sides spread out like leather on a tanning rack. Aton couldn’t help but scream as she crashed down on him, enveloping him with the sticky fluid of her body, instantly soaking him with herself as she rapidly enveloped him. 

Without any hesitation, Aton felt the slime starting to rub him all over, the parts around him solidifying, even as he tried to push out against them. The slime girl’s fluid body easily slid past Aton’s modest clothes, a part of her was already rubbing his cock, his balls, it was as if he’d paid for an expert team of half elven whores to pay special attention to his privates, and the slime was already making him gasp.

Some of the slime pulled away, exposing Aton’s face to the open night air, the moonlight letting him see a bit as the slime kept touching him, as she started to surge into him. Aton gasped as he felt slime enter his ass, sliding in easily, sending a strange, pleasurable sensation through him. Despite himself he felt a twitching in his cock separate from the monster’s touching. He felt a strange, but not entirely sensation of something entering his cock, a slightly cool feeling of something sliding in as the slime circled his dick while also trying to jerk him off. His momentary gasps slowly turned to repeated pants, his voice coming out just a little with each as he reacted to the pleasure, the strange and alluring pleasure he was feeling from the slime filling his ass, spreading him out back there, which somehow felt good. Then as well from how she filled his cock, sliding down into his urethra, and sending alluring shivers down his spine.

At the same time, the slime started to properly push into him, slipping past his clothing, though they were still wet. He felt the slime kneading him, pressing into him from every which way, focusing on his muscles, or on other places. He felt the monster rubbing at his thighs, rubbing that place between his ass and his cock, and then also rubbing his nipples, swirling around them. Aton couldn’t help it as his moan grew louder as the pleasure the slime gave him increased further. 

Then above him, illuminated by the moon light, he saw the slime taking shape above him, her exaggerated form smaller than it was before. No longer were her breasts bigger than prize winning pumpkins with an ass comparable with a horse’s, but rather they both had shrunk. Her breasts could still smother him in their mass, and her ass was still would have been enough to turn the gaze of everyone in his village. Now though, they looked less like those of a perverted witch or wizard’s mistress, and more like the most gorgeous maiden that all in the town and beyond would desire. As she sat atop Aton, the slime girl slid her hands across him, circling his chest, a finger forming under his slime soaked clothing to trace where she was pressing as she moved across his chest. She circled his nipples once and then twice before she brought herself low. She slid those massive breasts across his chest, and Aton couldn’t help but swallow his spit, his gaze continuously drawn to those massive globes of slime that were capturing his attention.

“Husband,” she said again before letting out a vapid giggle, and then leaned down further. Her lips pressed up against his, and she started to kiss him. Aton tried to stop her, to keep his lips shut, but she forced her way in, her slime unable to be resisted as she loosened his lips through force… and a generous amount of pressing and sliding into him down below. Her ministrations down below increased further, her slime moving in ways to send more pleasure through him as a part of him started to feel amazing, forcing him to moan with lips that didn’t remain closed for long.

As she slipped in, her tongue quickly dominated the field, conquering his mouth with ease as she slide around and circled his tongue. She tasted of blueberries while her lips made his tingle like when he’d kiss his wife. As they kissed, she pressed further into him, pleasure erupting from his ass and from the tendril of slime in his cock, making his hips shake and shiver, wanting to thrust it into somewhere, anywhere to increase his pleasure. His mind was being overtaken by the monster, so filled with lust he couldn’t resist much longer, and that was when she struck. She moved his cock to point upwards, towards her, and through her, Aton could see her spread her pussy while she looked lovingly into his eyes. Then, all in a smooth motion, she used her slime to push him forth, and she drove him into her. Aton cried out as her velvety walls sent a hair raising wave of pleasure through him. At the same time, whatever she was doing in his cock sped up, the pressure increasing as the length of the tendril increased, turned bumpy, and then she continued to move in him. At the same time, the slime in his ass pulsed, filling up larger, and larger, that spot, that wonderful, agonising spot being assaulted on two sides, while he felt himself getting spread out and toyed with back there. A strange, intense pleasure filled him while her pussy squeezed down on him, her walls shifted and sucking him in, while at the same time opening up to let him more easily slide in. Aton was already getting close to cumming, and his moans reflected that, coming out with enough force that bubbles started to get pushed into the slime girl as she giggled.

Then Aton felt it, a sudden rush of pleasure more intense than those before flowing through him quickly. His balls contracted, and his cock started to pulsate. The man went cross-eyed as he started to cum; white shooting into the blue beauty, and only then did the monster girl pull back. She laughed as her eyes turned to hearts as she fed off of him. 

Yet, as he kept thrusting, he didn’t feel tired; he didn’t feel like he could stop either. His libido hadn’t vanished but had only increased, spiralling out of control. Reaching up, Aton grabbed the slime girl by her hips and started to earnestly fuck her, his mind unable to comprehend doing anything else. He needed her, he needed to fuck her. He needed more. Then as he fucked her, she started to shrink, a bulbous mass pulling from her and from the slime around Aton. Her form shifted from a very mature adult to almost a teen, a barely developed teen, but a teen nonetheless, and the blob detached. While he was too busy fucking the now barely mature slime girl to fully pay attention, he did realise that there was now a clone of her who smiled at them. After another moment, the slime slide away from them in the tall grass, while Aton kept fucking the wonderful slimy creature, thoughts of escaping the monsters that attacked his caravan, the destruction of his livelihood, and those of his wife. All those thoughts deserted him as the slime girl filled his core with her mana while he filled her with cum.

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 Entry 3 – Incubus

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Kayden gripped his sister by her new wings, admiring her ass for a moment before he plunged himself into her cunt, filling her with his cock once more. Jenny moaned into the pillow, the feathery cushion barely doing a thing to muffle her wanton wails as he kept fucking her. He couldn’t help but smile as he felt better than he had in a while, like his sickness was disappearing with every thrust, every jolt of pleasure that rode through him. It was intoxicating, to drive his cock into Jenny like she was some village girl rather than his wonderful younger sister. It had seemed wrong at first, when she was over him, he’d been overtaken by panic, then she kissed him, and his mind had filled with a dense fog. Kayden shook his head at the silly notion, why should them being brother and sister come between love, especially when it felt this good? 

Jenny was legitimately the best lay he’d ever had in his life. Her pussy brought Kayden in, caressing him in ways he’d never felt before. When she came, it was like her snatch was trying to milk him of his very soul, massaging him and yet also opening up in a way which boggled the mind. Even as he fucked her, he didn’t even start to feel tired, merely more and more re-invigorated as he just kept fucking her, filling her with his seed like she deserved. She’d woken up something in him, a great beast which which desired his darling little sister. 

Letting go of his sister’s new wings, he raised his hands and slapped them down on his sister’s wonderfully full and round ass, listening to her squeal as he did so. Kayden grinned savagely as he gripped that ass, continuing to slam his dick the little slut, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming in her again. He’d already cum enough that when he pulled back, his cum dripped out from her hole onto the sheets.

While he played with her ass, spreading it out, watching as her back hole twitched with every thrust, Kayden got a wicked idea. He pulled out of Jenny, his cock lubed up by the solution made of his cum and Jenny’s. As he pulled out, his sister gave a needy whine, sounding like he had back when Dad had one time had to punish her and took her favourite toy away. Kayden gave a single note chuckle before he spread her ass even further, and pushed her down further into the bed, before sliding his cock into her back hole. Jenny gasped in surprise, and she sprung up from the pillow, looking back at him, with confusion, but not hurt. As she did so, Kayden continued to push forth, and then hilted himself into Jenny. His sister let out another moan as her eyes crossed, and her tail curled up like a pigs while her wings pulled in. Kayden moved his hands to grip her hips, before he began to slowly thrust in and out, listening to those sweet, sweet moans as Jenny learned a new way of gaining pleasure as her ass was spread around his cock. 

“Please brother, h-harder, f-fuck me hard-harder!” she cried out, forcing that last part out of her as Kayden grinned, that fire in him stoked. Gripping down hard, he pulled out of her until only the tip was in, before violently pulling his slutty sister towards him, hilting once more in a single swift move. She cried out like a stuck pig, her squeal filling the house and likely going beyond, though it wasn’t of pain, but of mind numbing pleasure.

Then he did it again, and again, and again, roughly fucking his sister with long, brutal strokes, filling her completely. All the while his ever heavier growing balls smacked at her pussy, leaving it quivering as it practically begged for more. But she’d already been violated there, and he wanted to take everything of hers, stealing away all of her firsts. Every time he pulled out, and thrust back into her, she moaned as pleasure rocketed through his cock and filled him. Her ass was just as good as her pussy, squeezing around him, undulated as it did it’s best to pleasure him, giving him a nice tight hole to fuck as it tried to milk him of his cum. Jenny’s arms quickly weakened as he kept going, and she slammed into the pillow again, her tail going out straight and her wings opening up as her ass started to practically jerk him off itself while he fucked her. Kayden felt something spray against his legs and grinned as she came again because of him. He was starting to feel that edge himself. He already knew it was too late, so he redoubled his grip once more, and started to speed up even faster, not caring to pull the whole way out, but rather just giving quick heavy thrusts into her full ass, and feeling his pleasure explode. He knew he was starting to cum again, but he kept going for a few moments, fucking through his cumming, giving the smallest of moans as he kept going until it was too much. He started to shoot his cum into her ass, before eventually he stopped, enjoying the sublime bliss of cumming in his sister’s tight back hole.

They stayed like that, frozen until Kayden pushed Jenny away from himself into the pillow. Jenny made a surprised noise as the lesser succubus pushed herself up, while Kayden dropped back into a sitting position, his cock still standing tall and hard, raring to go again. Tilting his head, and then pointing his hand to his cock, he only said two words.

“Clean it,” and he could see it already affecting Jenny. She blushed hard, her breath speeding up again, and she licked her lips. At the same time, her wings twitched and her tail curled before she crawled to him on all fours. By the time she reached him, she looked practically out of breath even from that small journey across his bed, though Kayden knew it was from arousal. Jenny didn’t even hesitate as she dove head first into his crotch, her mouth open wide as she started to suck his cock, filling her mouth with his girth. She started to bob her head while her tongue moved around his dick, sending wondrous sensations through Kayden as Jenny sucked him off. Kayden himself leaned back and smiled to the Heavens, enjoying how his slutty sister was tending to his cock, fondling his balls while cleaning him of their juices. He placed a hand on her head, and pushed her all the way down until he could feel his cock in her throat, though she didn’t gag or sputter at all.

What a lovely, slutty sister I have here. He thought as he looked back at her, and saw her gazing up at him from his cock, her nose being tickled by his bush, and he couldn’t help but give her a loving smile.

After all, what else are slutty sisters like this for anyways?

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