Kind of based off of Kraotop’s Protection snippet, especially with how it ended.

Protection: Aftermath

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Funny how sometimes, the worst thing happening to you can make you so happy, especially if it’s distracting you from the reality of your situation. Being trapped in the Birdcage… despite how from looking at it from the outside it is horrible, inside after I’ve gotten used to my new life, it isn’t so bad. Funny enough, I’m actually enjoying it better than some of the times I’d been out of here, back on the surface. It’s not as… it hurts, being trapped here, especially when I’m left to my own thoughts like I am now. Despite myself, sometimes I accidentally start thinking of them, of the Undersiders, how… how nice life was with them. It… was nice having friends, people you loved. We might have had a few ups and downs, but don’t all friends? 

I shake my head, trying to banish those thoughts, they weren’t useful anymore and… and they hurt. Every time, it’s like my heart is being ripped out. I can feel them already, even just thinking of them. I blink rapidly, trying to banish the tears and keep them from falling, despite knowing that it didn’t matter. There was still a part of me that after years of abuse did her best to keep the tears from falling. They could only hurt me… even so, I… I hope they are doing alright. 

Trying to think of something else, I reach down while looking at the slab of steel that Master had put in place instead of a door. Why he warned me not to try to escape when I’m just a girl now, no powers, nothing I can use to get out, so I don’t know. All I can do is wait here in this pose that Master liked me to wait in while he was gone. He likes me to wait there, kneeling on the ground for him. I’d done my best to make myself comfortable, and he’d been gracious enough to let me kneel for him on the bed. I’d even shown enough devotion that he… got me something nice.

I raise myself up a little bit as I kneel there, feeling the metal dildo, begin to slide out of my a little bit, giving me a bit of stimulation, and something to focus on, before I let myself fall back down onto it, a sensation of pleasure moving through me, it causing my ass to clench around the plug my Master had gotten me as well. Due to my training, I moan slightly, having gotten used to announcing my pleasure for my Master. He enjoys my cries; it drives him to greater heights of enjoyment despite that not being his goal. Maybe it was some kind of primeval lizard brain thing that your partner crying out in ecstasy increased your arousal, and made you keep going. For Master, my pleasure wasn’t too much of a concern for him. No, I was just a receptacle for his lusts, a lowly creature for him to humiliate, a trophy. I, his greatest foe, brought so low as to become his slave, and despite it all, the humiliation, the degradation, I can’t even deny that I’d grown to love it.

No matter what he did, how he fucked me, abused me, humiliated me, I’d always feel this heat in my core, this… this excitement. Initially, it disgusted me, enjoying what was being done to me, how he used me, made me his sex toy, and how I had to debase myself just to survive. At first I asked myself why I even cared about living? Why not just end it all by pissing off my master. I was in the birdcage, and at this point, I wouldn’t do any good for anyone. If anything, it probably would be for the better. Dinah had said it in her note, how it would improve the chances of the apocalypse not occurring, so what did it matter now that I’d never see them again?

And yet, I kept fighting on, doing as Master desired of me, sucking him off, posing for him, using what skills I had in sewing and such thing to make him amore comfortable jumpsuit… and for myself a, as he put it, “suit suitable for a sex slave.” He’d shown me off since then, since I finished my own suit. It was the equivalent of what few bondage harnesses I’d seen, and tried to emulate to please my Master. The outfit was crotch less, and had bands criss-crossing my small chest, though it was growing larger. Master had procured the service of Panacea who was basically the princess of Marquis’ block. She seemed happy enough, and was supremely amused at my situation, taunting me the whole time and laughing. She even said she’d fuck with my head, but Lung said no and she seems to have refrained. The thinker that master took me to said my head hadn’t been messed with. 

Since I’d first arrived had Panacea use her power on me, my chest had grown to a solid c-cup and didn’t show signs of stopping, while my thighs and ass had thickened. My lips had thickened as well and grown more sensitive. My entire body was far more sensitive now, responding eagerly to either my or my Master’s touch, sending shivers through me as pleasure would strike the moment Master started to touch me down there, or grab my breasts.

He of course took me out of the cell when he felt like it, either to eat, or more often, to do some daily exercise, bringing me along on the collar and leash he’d had me make for myself, showing me off to the other inmates, showing off his prize, showing how much of a slut I was to enjoy it, getting wet at how everyone looked at me. 

I shiver as I let myself plunge once more on my metal dildo, slowly working myself into a rhythm as my desires start to take over, starting to bounce on the dildo. My ever growing libido, combined with how my body physically reacted to my humiliation had slowly begun to destroy what self control regarding sex I had. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t get sex any time I wanted either, since Master was always just a few licks away from grabbing my head and hilting himself down my now well trained throat. He quite enjoyed my enthusiasm, and ever since I’d started taking the initiative, he’d even let me read some books that were brought down to the Birdcage by Dragon.

Reaching down, my fingers slowly begin to work at my clit, sliding across it, pressing down on it as my pleasure increased, my breath coming out harder as I continued to bounce on my dildo, squeezing down on it and my plug, enjoying the feeling of my holes being filled. But it would never compare to my master fucking me, he’d made sure of it. Master’s cock was far thicker and larger than the dildo I was fucking, he wanted to keep it that way, making me desire it, wanting it for the pleasure it could give me. 

God, I’d become a lewd little thing hadn’t I? Desperate for cock, the endorphins that rose from the fucking. Humiliation had somehow become an erotic thing for me, showing off my body, how I was owned by Lung. Even the act of being owned was becoming something of an enchanting idea for me, being owned and used for pleasure while receiving it in return. With my free hands, I pulled at the cloth straps on my chest to let my hands in, so I can grope my sensitive breasts, moaning louder as the pleasure from pinching and playing with my nipples increased my enjoyment. 

Then I heard him coming, Master. I knew it was him, because of a little secret I’d been keeping, and he’d done his errands for the day. I don’t hold back the smile as I pull my hands from my chest, and manage to pull myself off of the dildo he’d gotten me. Scrambling with weak knees off the bed, and onto the floor. I face away from the door while on my knees before bending down so my holes are facing where he’d enter, and I spread my pussy lips while looking back. I know I’ve got a massive blush on my face, and I’m still breathing hard from the dildo fucking.

The door slides to the side as Master enters, before he slides it back closed. He looks at me, a hungry expression growing on his face as he sees me.

“Welcome back Master,” I say, “Please Master, please fuck your slutty slave.”

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” Master says as he grins wickedly. In a moment, he unzips his pants before letting his already semi hard cock out. He’d been anticipating this since he finished his last errand and had started heading back our cell. It didn’t take long for it to harden completely, and I can’t help but stare at the massive meat rod, standing tall and looking ever so juicy. I wanted to suck it, I wanted it to fuck me. As Master lowered himself onto the carpet, sliding his cock up my leg as he positioned himself around me, I knew I’d be fucked. I can barely help the excitement as my heart beats faster and harder, pounding in my chest as my breath speeds up to match it, showing how much of a horny slut he’d turned me into. His horny, slutty slave, just for him to fuck.

He grabs my tits, and I moan as the pleasure from his rough grasp, before let out a sensual squeal as he hilts himself into me. Master was always rough with me, and I’d grown to love it, love how he had his way with me all the time, fucking me whenever he wanted. He’d taken pleasure in moulding me into this wanton slut, perfect for his cock. I doubt he would ever tire of me, especially since I’d been the one who brought him so low. Now, he had brought me lower, and was keeping me down there, fucking me into the ground and making me an addict for his cock. Each thrust was a relief from the birdcage, a blast of endorphins brought on by his stimulation. Each squeeze of my tits was a blast of pleasure, and even the humiliations were merely foreplay which got me hot and bothered, ready to take him at any time. 

His thrusts grew faster as I can already feel myself getting close to cumming. The dildo from before, combined with how good my Master felt, and how hot it was, to be his slave, to serve his every whim, it was too much for my lewd and slutty mind, pushing me over as I cried out in ecstasy while Master continued to fuck me. The man was proud of how he’d brought me so low, I could feel it as I felt his cock in me, felt both my own and his pleasure as my pussy walls grew more inviting for him while also tried to milk him of his cum, needing more cock while he needed to cum still.

As for how I could feel it? It was because my power had changed while in the cage, and it’d changed drastically. With no bugs, my power had shifted to people, my control over them ever growing. Master was unknowingly the one I had complete control over, but I never used it. I didn’t want to use it, since it would reveal my hand, and between the time that my power had changed, he had… he had made me love the humiliation, the pleaure, the fucking. He showed me how good sex could be, and honestly, him fucking me was the best feeling in the world as he continued to fuck and thrust into me, my pussy clenching and squeezing as he thrust. Then I knew he’d cum soon, so I did what I knew would make him cum faster.

“Master!” I cried as he continued to fuck me, and he sped up, thrusting even faster until he finally came, hilting himself deep inside of me, holding me down and letting me have the full experience of him cumming deep in me, filling me with that lovely warmth. I moaned I closed my eyes, my arms moving out to grab onto Master’s strong arms as he fell back, pulling me with him as he held me in his big strong arms. I do my best to get comfortable while leaning against his chest, letting out a little moan of “Master” as my eyes grow heavy.

My power now kind of worked like Alec’s, only less invasive, and less needing to fire off all a person’s nerves. All I need is time, or, to have someone fuck me, then I have complete control. I can’t control the Fairy Queen, but she’d decided to give Lung a cryptic clue that she was alright if “he” took over, which I knew was directed at me, for she called me the Queen Administrator, and had given me her blessing.

But not yet, not while I could enjoy being a slave, knowing I can have fun and slowly control everyone at the same time. 

I’m not staying in the birdcage, not if I have anything to say about it once I take over.

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slab’s Femdom AU 3 Interlude

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Sora made his way through his Mom’s place of work, ignoring the sounds of the pounding of flesh and the cries of pleasure as those that worked here did their job. Sora himself was making his way through the back rooms of the establishment. As he walked, Sora passed by some workers, dressed in various slutty costumes, the most common among them being a frilly skirt with a tube top, the standard uniform. As some of them moved, he could hear the tinkling of small bits of metal hitting plastic, and one of them who was still putting on her skirt had the noise maker, a chastity cage, fully on display. Sora smiled as he appreciated the ladies and “ladies” around him.

“Hey Sora,” was a common greeting he got as he moved through the place, to which he returned the greetings from the ladies and lady bois who worked here. Though, Sora didn’t stop to chat with the lovely ladies since he was on his way to see his Mom. Soon enough he reached the stairs and started making his way up, all the way to the second highest floor since this was the floor he bet he could find her. As he walked though the once old hotel now turned brothel, he looked through the windows to the indoor courtyard of the place. All around the courtyard, girls were flaunting their stuff for those who watched, putting on shows for those near the reception so that they could pick and choose the whore they wanted to fuck that day. Of course, some of the girls got tired down there but a few stimulants, and some aphrodisiacs were enough to deal with the exhaustion or so he’d been told. Eventually turning the corner, and seeing the room he wanted, room 304, he pulled out a key card and swiped it, watching the light turn green before entering as quietly as he could in case she was in a session.

It turns out that his Mom was in fact, in the middle of a session. Sora said nothing as he leaned against the wall and watched. Despite the fact that it was his Mom, he couldn’t help but get a bit hard watching the scene, though that was mostly because of her partner than his Mom.

Tied up in white leather straps and cuffs, was a beautiful Hispanic looking girl, her face lost in rapturous pleasure as his Mom, clad in only a draconic mask, fucked her with her meaty shemale cock. The girl’s arms were tied behind her back and her petite breasts swayed as his Mom pulled her back onto her dick, filling her up completely before pushing her off and repeating the process. From the look in the girl’s eyes when she saw him, he knew that she was completely out of it, and from the white drizzle that was dripping from the Hispanic sissy’s caged cock, he knew why. Watching them both, Sora saw his Mom’s mask tilt up a bit as she saw him, before looking back at her slut, and his friend, Carly.

Within seconds, his Mom’s speed began increasing, and Carly’s moans of pleasure turned into cries of delight as his Mom fucked her, the sound of Carly’s tiny padlock on her metal cock cage ringing thought the room despite how loud Carly was. Soon enough, more white jizz began squirting out of Carly and then his Mom hilted into his friend’s ass, holding Carly there as his friend’s head fell down in exhaustion while his Mom groaned as she remained hilted for a moment, obviously cumming. Eventually, she pulled out and grabbed a plug from the bed behind them and slid it easily into Carly’s ass, locking the cum in there for the relapsing sissy slut.

With tenderness, Sora’s Mom hugged the exhausted and tired sissy close to her. She looked over to Sora and Sora nodded, sighing before heading out of the room and up to the penthouse which was their home. His Mom would take good care of his friend for now, afterwards he could give his friend the homework they had missed.

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While Sora played some games, having already finished his few homework assignments, Sora heard the sound of the door opening and he looked out of his room to see his friend, still rather girly looking but back in their boy clothes. Raising his hand over to his friend, he called out.

“Done fucking?”

“Fuck off,” his friend replied, apparently too out of it to try to make his voice sound masculine. Which made sense, his friend had just finished a session with Mom, especially considering how rough his Mom was with his friend when he stopped purging and crawled back to her. Not that his friend would have it any different. When his urges came they came back with a vengeance. Smiling, Sora popped his head back into his room and sat down on his bed in front of the television while Carlos wandered in. Rather than sit down, he just flopped down like it was his bed and turned over.

“Mom isn’t done down there?” Sora asked to which his friend shook his head.

“Some guys started trouble a few blocks over, so your Mom went to deal with them.” Carlos said his eyes still half lidded, slowly turning to watch the game that Sora was playing. Seeing this, Sora paused for a moment and reached over for the controller by the console and pulling it towards the bed.

“Wanna play?” Sora asked, to which Carlos quickly accepted the controller before shifting around the bed until he was sitting beside Sora. Carlos did so with only a little hesitation, but it was enough to tell that he still had his plug in, and likely his cage on as well. Unpausing, Carlos was quick to join the action by pressing start and assuming his place with Sora in the game. It was a favourite of theirs that Sora would always boot up whenever Carlos had just finished his sessions with his Mom. This had been what they’d played together after Carlos’ first few sessions with his Mom. They’d done this ever since they first met.

“So what caused it this time?” Sora asked, mildly curious what had brought on this bout of sexual craze into his friend this time. His Mom had explained that most male capes, especially new triggers, had something of a transition period or whatever as they’re powers changed them, but he hadn’t quite gotten it, at least until Carlos had entered into his life and they’d become friends. As expected, his friend didn’t say something for a long time. Sora let him have his time as they fought through the enemies on their screen. However, as he continued to keep quiet, Sora finally started to ask some more questions.

“Was it Clockblocker?”

“What? No! If it was him I’d have been locked up and fucked up with that feminisation bullshit,” Carlos said while Sora ignored how his friend was saying that after just being made his Mom’s sissy bitch.

“No, it was…” Carlos started, but fell silent again.

“I know it wasn’t Iron Rain, Kaiser or any of their ilk, since they hate all the cape feminisation stuff as much as you do,” Sora said as he tried to convince his friend to tell him. Finally Carlos sighed before answering.

“It was Arch Amazon and Shadow Stalker, well, more Amazon, I’d been distracting Stalker while my guys got away when she showed up,” Carlos said, and as he said this, he leaned against his friend who took it in stride, not commenting as his friend leaned on him.

Arch Amazon was the newest cape on the scene that was actually making waves. Amusingly, despite what her name implied, she wasn’t a part of the local Lustrum gang that fought with the Nazi’s for supremacy for the city’s underworld. Rather she was a full bodied hero, and actually distained the Lustrumites.

“Both of them together? I thought they hated each other?” Sora asked, having remembered how Carlos had told him about the last time the two vigilantes had met. During their bitchfest they had accidentally let Carlos get away because they were too busy sniping at each other and being bitchy in that way women could be at each other rather than focus on him. To Sora’s question, Carlos shrugged.

“I don’t know, I guess they figured something out, or decided to put their differences aside for now when fighting villains like me.” After that they stayed silent for a while, just playing their games together or talking about other things than Carlos cape career, slowly having more fun as Carlos slowly started to dig into Sora’s supply of sugary cola and chips he was allowed to have when Carlos or his other friends came over. As the two teens got closer and closer to the level’s boss, there was the sound of the door opening, and Sora paused the game to look out.

“Hey Mom,” Sora said as he saw his Mom walk in, clad in nothing but the kimono she’d wear when she expected a hard fight and her draconic cape and dominatrix mask. Reaching up, his Mom, Kandy, pulled the mask off and placed it on the coat rack.

“Hey.”

“So, who was it?” to Sora’s question, Kandy just shook her head while her eyes rolled.

“One of the Asian gangs got into a fight with some Merchants so I went and dealt with them, then Armsmistress decided to show up and tried to arrest me,” Kandy gave a snort as hot steam left her nose while her smile grew larger.

“I had to put the naughty little girl in her place, took her somewhere and left her all needy and wanting after I beat the snot out of her. Oh, is Carly still here?”

“Yes Miss Wesson,” Carlos called out from behind Sora.

“Oh good, I got the info on another shipment of some stuff for Medhall when she wants to see it,” Kandy says before walking past Sora’s door, rolling her neck as she walked, and accidentally letting the kimono open up and revealed her bitch breaker. Sora quickly avoiding looking at, instead returning to Carlos and resuming their game. Almost immediately Sora noticed Carlos leaning against him once again. They played for a bit and despite knowing that his friend had heard his Mom, he didn’t get up from the bed to go see her.

“Surprised you didn’t get up to get it then and there, you usually do,” Sora comments as they play, to which Carlos made a bit of a non committed sound.

“What Amazon said or did got to you didn’t it,” after a moment, Carlos sighed.

“Yeah…”

“You know we’re still friends no matter what right?”

“’Course, it’s just… it’s so hard sometimes, fighting it. I just keep trying, keep doping up, I… I didn’t ask for this. I never wanted to turn into a sissy just ‘cause I got stupid powers…” Sora leaned his head over and laid it on top of Carlos’ giving him some comfort while keeping the game going.

“I keep purging and fighting against it, and I just keep coming back, ending up like this. I… sometimes it’s hard to just get up in the morning and stick it in, and sometimes, it’s just hard to get up in the morning,” Sora nodded along. Of course there was more to it. Growing up in a heavily Christian household, and Carlos being a Christian himself, the transition from being a cape had affected him heavily. He didn’t just have to worry about being unable to accept himself, but also his friends, family. It didn’t make sense to Sora how his family could possibly reject him for being a cape and undergoing this, but then he’d grown up with Lung as his Mom, so his childhood had never been exactly “normal” to say the least.

“Do you want to stay here for the weekend?” Sora asked. He didn’t expect his friend to accept it, since Carlos knew what Sora was really offering. He would make these offers sometimes, offering Carlos to be able to stay with him and his family for a bit, as Carly rather than Carlos. However, rather than straight up reject him, Carlos took a bit to think on it. As they continued to fight the boss of the level, Carlos finally answered.

“Okay,” Carlos… Carly, said, the answer surprising Sora, though it was a pleasant surprise. His Mom had always said that capes couldn’t hold it off forever, and they would have to accept their nature eventually, but Sora hadn’t really expected his friend to eventually accept her more feminine nature. Carly’s power let her, more than most capes that weren’t changers, imitate being a regular man. After all, her body was highly adaptive to damage and would slowly adapt itself to keep her alive, which also applied to drugs, allowing Carly to take more than the recommended amount of drugs that helped her keep a masculine shape.

Of course, this also led to her changing back to her far more feminine form faster than those who usually took such drugs to remain masculine due to her healing factor.

Despite the decision, however, they stayed like that, leaning against each other as they continued to play their game for a while longer before suddenly, Carly slipped from their leaning embrace. Rather than move back to it, Carly continued downwards, until her head was in Sora’s lap. Sora didn’t say anything as they continued playing, having reached the final boss of the level. As they continued to fight it, however, Carly head pressed back on Sora, and specifically on his crotch, just grinding against it a bit while Sora continued to play. Despite his focus on the game, Sora couldn’t help but start to get hard as the sissified cape continued to tease him as best she could without taking her hands off of her controller.

With a triumphant gory explosion of the boss, they defeated it, and Carly placed her controller down, reaching up while her head shifted, planting her face right up against the semi hard cock that she’d been teasing. Letting her move at her own pace, Sora merely watched as Carly’s hand snaked up his bed and found its way to his pants. Carly grabbed a hold of them and pulled, pulling his underwear down as well, revealing his dick. Without prompt, Carly opened her mouth and Sora groaned a little in satisfaction as his dick was fully enveloped by the thick lipped beauty that his friend had turned into. Sora reached down and began to comb Carly’s hair back, holding it away from where she began to lick and suck him off.

Not willing to just let Carly do everything, Sora reached over to his prone friend, and began to feel up her ass, and quickly found her plug. Placing two fingers on the base of the plug, Sora began to encourage Carly, pressing the plug into her whenever she would go down on him. Carly moaned a bit as he did this, and began to blow him faster, doing her best to both suck him dry with her suction as well as spend time using her tongue to tease and play with his cock head. This forced him by the rules he came up with on the spot to speed up as well, and Carly knew. The few times they played like this they did something like this. Carly’s lips were heavenly, and if Sora were to be so bold, they were perfect dick sucking lips, while her tongue was an expert in finding Sora’s weak points.

At the same time, Sora knew Carly’s weak points. Despite how she might deny it as Carlos, Carly’s ass was her weakness, and nothing else gave her as much pleasure as that. Shifting the angle of attack with the plug, Sora began to push the plug forward more, drawing more moans out of Carly as she sucked him off. He was hitting her bitch button with the plug after all, something almost no male cape could resist, and even now, Carly’s hips were grinding against his bed.

Sora groaned one more as Carly continued to suckle on his member, practically acting as a vacuum for his dick, causing Sora’s toes to curl as his friend knew exactly how to pleasure him. Very soon, Sora knew he would cum from his friend, his control on a knife edge as he began to increase the thrust of the plug in Carly. As Carly groaned some more, the vibrations began to set Sora off, and he felt himself begin to go past the point of no return. His cock stiffed a bit more, and with the hand holding his friend’s hair, he pulled her up away from his cock just enough so that Carly would get the full blast from his dick while he pressed down hard on Carly’s plug.

Sora felt his cock twitch and began to spurt into Carly’s mouth, her tongue still swirling his dick a bit as ropes of cum entered her mouth. As he let go of her hair, she went back down on him, beginning to suck him off more, causing Sora to gasp aloud as he forgot about her plug and hair, leaning over her as she continued to suck his over stimulated member. His feet tried to follow the curl of his toes, and Sora’s mouth went wide as his hands landed on his friend’s head as she sucked him, drawing out more blasts of jizz, greedily drinking it up, until Sora began to pull at Carly’s head, trying to save his poor dick from further post orgasm torture.

As he pulled her from his dick, Carly’s tongue hung out, cum easy to see on it as she made a show of swirling it around her mouth before swallowing it and licking her lips. Sora grinned at her and she smiled back. Turning towards her, Sora used his leverage to to lift Carly up and then back so that her head was on his pillow, and his knee could go between her legs, pressing up against both the plug, and her dick. This was going to be a fun weekend.

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For why Lung’s name here is Kandy Wesson, unlike in the original story, Kenta never formed the ABB, rather he got mastered by the Brockton Bay’s local Lustrumite branch to be their bitch boy and submissive shemale slave, this eventually, however, led to Kenta, now renamed Kandy, being forced to marry his mistress, before killing her just after childbirth, and taking both her last name and the new assumed name as a way of mocking the Lustrumites as she has decided to make the Lustrumites her enemies for life, while mocking them by keeping the name and openly flaunting cape rules by being both open like New Wave, as well as fighting them in the streets whenever she encounters them. No Lustrumite is allowed anywhere near China Town, despite Kandy never forming a gang or taking over all the various different Asian gangs as she stole all of the local Lustrumite’s money and lives a nice cushy life as a Shemale dominatrix while raising her son.

The Farm: Protectorate Meeting
 
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 Armsmaster sat down in the Protectorates meeting room with a heavy sigh. He knew what he had to go over but he would much rather be Tinkering at the moment, that and the subject made him rather uncomfortable. He just hoped he could get through this meeting without having to adjust his armour, or stumble over this new capes unofficial name. Without further delay, Armsmaster began the meeting.
 
 “As some of you are no doubt aware. Lung has gotten himself a new cape.” With a click, one of their only pictures of the new cape came up on the projector. On it, a young female individual came up on screen. She was outfitted in a revealing set of latex bondage leotard that revealed her rather toned ass. Visible from the back shot was a rather sizable gem that looked almost like it was coming out of her ass. Her head was fully enclosed with a blackout bondage hood and the only identifiable feature was a large high ponytail of well cared for black hair. She wore arm length gloves and thigh high leather boots. She also was wearing what appeared to be a chastity belt and a collar around her neck that Lung was holding as fire billowed around them as Lung fought off some Empire capes while Bugs drove off the Empire skinheads.
 
 The reactions around the table were generally unison, shock with a slight amount of blushes going around. Even assault was shocked at the appearance of the slutty villainous cape.
 
 “As you can probably see from the image, the unknown cape with the unofficial name on PHO as… Buttslut… is a powerful bug controlling cape that is highly effective for crowd control.”
 
 “Did you have to use such a… inappropriate image, Colin?” Battery asks and Armsmaster sighs. He knew that this would happen.
 
 “Unfortunately yes. There are no other images other than these ones that we have been able to find. This is the least risque of the images. Now as I was saying. Buttslut here-”
 
 “Why’s she called Buttslut?” Miss Militia asked and Assault then decided to pipe up with his own little comment, disrupting the meeting further.
 
 “Probably cause of that little gem she’s got back there.”
 
 “Actually” Armsmaster interrupted hoping to get back to topic. “It’s because Lung in the aftermath of the combat footage that was taken by a passerby, promised his new cape, and I quote, “You did good my little Buttslut, you’ll be getting a reward for this,” and then proceeded to start fondling her rear and playing with the gemstone while she…” Armsmaster squinted a bit as he read the next part just to make sure he read it right. “”Moaned like a dirty whore”...” Sighing again, Armsmaster decided that better now than later.
 
 “Now as you know, we will have to review this combat footage here, but I’ve decided to postpone our viewing of such footage that we have on here until the end. With a video of such nature I would allow you to review this on your own time but because Someone decided that they were too good to review footage of new capes on their own multiple times.” Armsmaster made sure to be looking directly at Assault as he said this. “We will have to all view this footage together so that we can properly discuss this new cape.” Armsmaster didn’t doubt that Assault would be reviewing this footage in his spare time, Armsmaster would be as well right before bed, but it was about being consistent, even if it might become uncomfortable in his armour.
 
 “Now because of their rather lewd nature, I believe we can safely assume that this cape is roughly about eighteen to twenty one, especially considering her build...” 

The Farm: Breakage
 
 Gonna challenge myself and try to write something in half an hour.
 
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 Taylor whined as she uselessly pawed at the chastity belt she was in. Her breath was ragged and she was blushing up a storm. Her fingernails scraped against the silvery steel of her belt. She was desperate. At first when they had injected her with the “aphrodisiac” she had felt fine. Just a bit horny but nothing major. Then she had started feeling the heat, her mind started going to dirty places. She had tried to keep her thoughts clear from anything naughty but they always just kept wandered off to a naughty place if her focus wavered for even a second, and her focus was wavering all the time now.
 
 Taylor looked up a moment, focusing on the outline of the cock that was in some trousers. Her mouth felt dry, and she felt her tongue starting to make its way near her lips. It was so big looking, restrained, it wanted her, she could see, and she wanted~ NO! No! No she didn’t want… she didn’t want his… his long. Taylor pulled her eyes away from Lung, from the man that defeated her and captured her, from his… cock.
 
 Taylor shuddered and whined as she tried to pull her thoughts away. Lung had beaten her. Got in a lucky hit with a punch and ordered her to call off her insects. She hadn’t been able to focus and while gasping on the ground he surrounded himself in fire and burned away the insects she had. She knew she had a terrible power, and now she couldn’t even save a bunch of kids. All she had done was delay the inevitable. Why was she so stupid, she should never have even tried to fight Lung.
 
 Lung made a rumbling sound and Taylor looked over to him, to his abs, to his… her eyes were drawn towards his crotch and once more she was staring at his dick. She felt her hands draw towards her sensitive chest as she stared at his cock, she started to tweak her nipples, imagining him, holding her down, unlocking her belt… playing with her chest… taking his prize… Taylor realised that her tongue was out now and she was panting like a dog. She pulled her tongue back and ripped her hands away from her chest, balled her hands into fists and tried desperately to hold them at her side. She closed her eyes and looked down. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed she wouldn’t be distracted by Lung.
 
 He was watching her, while she suffered from the drug, while she couldn’t help herself. It threw her concentration off and made it hard to think. While she could just immerse herself in her bugs, Lung had made it clear that if he or anyone else started seeing weird things from any bugs or if any started attacking, he would kill her. It didn’t sound that bad honestly. It scared her how it didn’t even seem to phase her, but she was delaying the inevitable. She had learned that she had been defending the Undersiders, a small time gang of thieves and she almost wanted to just die right there, she had been defending villains. She realised however that it didn’t matter that they were villains. She was a hero and it didn’t matter if they were villains. She wanted to help them and perhaps save them.
 
 Lung had to concentrate on her, and watch her as he broke her down with his “aphrodisiac” otherwise the farm might fall to her bugs. For every minute that she was suffering here in this cage with Lung, trying not to think about… his… big… thick… juicy… cock… Taylor shook her head and had to once again pull her hands away from her nipples. She was saving lives like this. The Undersiders knew they were being targeted by Lung tonight, so the longer Taylor kept Lung here, the longer they Undersiders had to live.
 
 Though it was getting harder, she just… she wanted… She… She needed… Taylor found herself slowly crawling towards Lung on all fours. She wasn’t sure she could support herself anymore as she crawled, like a dog, towards Lung. Her eyes were solely focused on his… thick… juicy… cock… As she crawled in between Lung’s legs, she let her hands come up to his pants zipper. Taylor thought for a moment of pulling her hands away and scrambling away, but she couldn’t muster the will to, it slowly being whittled away from hours of being on the “aphrodisiac” drug. Taylor slowly unzipped Lung’s pants, and made a small surprised sound as Lungs long… tasty… good smelling… cock… fell on her face. Unconsciously she smiled and dragged it against her face as she slowly made it towards the head of the cock. Taylor slowly eased the cock into her mouth… and it tasted good.