Real Life ((UnHolyPimpHand & princesssexci))

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Like most things that become more meaningful with age, Joey Cadence’s fascination with superheroes began when he was very young. The victim of schoolyard bullying, Joey got into his first comic book at age 8—he got into his first fist fight at age 9. The tales of valiant underdogs who stood up for what was right, even if it meant sacrificing everything inspired him to stand up for himself and after he fractured his bully’s skull on the edge of a concrete step, nobody bullied Joey again.

Just like the heroes he admired, Joey had to suffer consequences for his actions—with great power comes great responsibility, as Old Ben Parker used to say. As punishment for fighting, Joey’s single mother burned all of his comic books and forbid him from ever owning any such “filth” ever again.

Joey was forced to take his reading hobby underground, and that was how he first met Stormy.

He was loitering outside of his favorite comic shop, imagining the tales of vigilante justice and moral absolutism when he was approached by a beautiful girl, about his age who wanted to know if he saw anything he liked with a giggle in her voice. Stormy was a casual fan looking to expand her reading list and Joey needed an accomplice to feed his addiction. After that, the two were inseparable, a perfect partnership. He knew the complex geography of interwoven narratives that composed multiple comic universes and she could hide and store his ever-expanding collection of books and graphic novels.

It was almost too easy. Stormy seemed willing to do whatever Joey asked of her and his mother was so overjoyed at him spending time with a girl she gave him carte blanche to spend as much time as he wanted with Stormy. They grew up together, sharing in those worlds that always felt more real than what everyone else called “real life.”

It came as something of a shock to Joey when Stormy seemed interested in more than just friendship with him—he’d been too focused on his training in Brazilian Jui Juitsu, Muay Tai and Kung Fu. While Joey was obsessed with making his body into a weapon, Stormy fell in love with the heart that he held behind those new muscles.

They each gave their virginities to one another on prom night—it was the all-American love story cliché. In spite of how perfect they seemed, Joey never quite loved Stormy as much as she loved him. For him the stories were always at the forefront of his heart and mind. He’d break into tears at a story on the news, he’d take a beating from six college students who he saw bullying a foreign exchange student—Joey always wanted to lay his thumb on the scale of justice.

Joey tried college for a while but was promptly expelled after he fractured the jaw of a frat brother who was trying to leave a local bar with an unconscious girl. Stormy, on the other hand, flourished in college, earning multiple degrees in criminal justice and forensic sciences.

Aside from a rather extensive criminal background, Joey’s mistrust of conventional law enforcement limited his career opportunities after being kicked out of school and disowned by his mother. Working as a bouncer and an underground fighter, Joey was able to support himself and Stormy—even funding her post-graduate education. He proposed in May when she walked the stage for her Masters’ degree.

Things ought to have gone smoothly after that, but Joey wasn’t content being Stormy’s kept man, wasting his life away while she served the impotent social order. He still wanted to make his mark, to fight for justice and to do the things that the police couldn’t or wouldn’t do themselves.

Despite his training, Joey still wasn’t a hero then, but he was nonetheless compelled to go on, enforcing his own brand of vigilante justice any time he was able. He was neglecting his fiancée. One night, he tried to break up a drug deal, but there were more thugs than he’d realized and when one managed to stab him, he lost the advantage. Those thugs beat him within an inch of his life and he was confined to a hospital bed for the next three months.

While he was in the hospital, someone brought him a special issue of Newsweek which featured an interview and profile of Phoenix Jones, a so-called “real life superhero” who was doing exactly what Joey had only dreamed of—fighting crime as a costumed crusader. After that, Joey couldn’t get his hands on reading material fast enough, comic books were replaced by newspapers and magazines from across the country. Mr. Xtreme, Purple Reign, Superbarrio from Mexico City—they were actually making a difference and Joey found renewed purpose.

By the time he was ready for physical rehab, Joey threw himself into his workouts with single-minded focus, like he did everything else. He blew even the most optimistic estimates for his recovery out of the water and was back to his MMA training immediately after his release from the hospital.

After that, the suit became his obsession. Studying the work of his new idols, modifying their designs, planning for hypotheticals confrontations, spending through their savings faster than Stormy could earn…

Eventually Joey had to take out a second mortgage on the house to further his passion project, even expanding the scope to include a second suit for Stormy at her request. Two years and a quarter of a million dollars after Joey was released from the hospital, it was done—his suit was finished.

The innermost layer was made of layered Kevlar panels, designed to allow for a full range of movement without leaving any part of his body unprotected. Over the Kevlar Joey had arranged hardened Carbon Fiber plates designed to absorb and diffuse any and all impact while also being impenetrable to knives or edge weapons. The plates were made to look like huge, comic book muscles.

Perhaps the most useful components in Joey’s suit were the cape and cowl. A Carbon weave throughout the cape’s entire length gave the garment the ability to buckle knives as well as serving as a crude shelter from gas or open flame. Diamond shaped panels of Kevlar extended down to the bottom edge, giving Joey another chance to slow down gunfire before it reached his body—it also gave the cape a sweet pleated look when hanging static that Joey really liked. The cowl was lined on the inside with football helmet padding underneath a Carbon fiber outer shell, which according to his tests could withstand a sledge hammer blow without even throwing off his balance. The visor included state-of-the-art night vision goggles and the chin strap had an embedded walkie-talkie feature as well as the ability to call 911 if he ever needed extra support.

In all, there were over a hundred customizations and practical applications for the suit, but what mattered most to Joey was that it made him feel invincible. All he needed now was a name, something to strike fear in the hearts of evil-doers, a name that the immoral would only dare speak in a whisper…

He was Phantom Shadow!

The black on black suit was a perfect compliment to his new persona… Stormy’s suit was more of a sidekick outfit—form fitting and more than a little sexually suggestive, purple and white, but she’d told him she wanted it that way. At last, Joey could begin his new life—his true life, as a “Real Life Superhero.”

*-*-*

Night 01 (11/02/18) 23:17
Patrol Sector: Glenn Park
Heroes on watch: Phantom Shadow & Lightning Bolt

In Newton City it’s commonly known that you don’t go into Glenn Park at night. The lighting is terrible and it’s a known spot for drug dealers to operate from. There had been a recent spree of muggings and even a rape in the park over the past month and a half—but all that was about to change. With his cowl over his head, Joey could see as clearly as if it were the middle of the afternoon in the green-washed screens of his visor—the shadows were his ally.

Joey’s heart was hammering against the inside of his chest-plate, he’d never felt so alive as he did right now. He reached back, giving Stormy’s hand a reassuring squeeze, he felt so close to her right now. They hadn’t done anything other than sneak their way to the park, but already Joey thought that patrolling was better than sex.

“Over there,” Joey whispered into his headset, letting the technology convey the message to Stormy while he pointed toward a tunnel where e could hear voices and spotted the glow of a cigarette.

As they drew nearer, hugging the shadows, Joey could clearly see four young men, dressed in urban clothing and using swear words. Even though there was nothing illegal about what they were doing, Joey’s instinct told him that these men were up to no good. He waited and watched…

Within fifteen minutes, right around midnight, a customer arrived and what was clearly a drug deal took place. Joey triggered his helmet camera and recorded the whole thing. Once he had enough to convict both parties he gave Stormy a hand signal and charged into the tunnel. When he sprinted into view, Joey triggered another ability of his cowl, activating super-high intensity flood lights just above where his eyes were—the tunnel was instantly flooded with light and all five of the suspects were temporarily blinded.

”You have all been witnessed committing a crime! Drop whatever is in your hands and show me empty palms!”

“What the fuck? Ow, shit—my eyes! Is this motherfucker serious?” one of the suspects complained.

“Fuck this light-bright motherfucker! Let’s kick his ass!”

The suspects were essentially fighting blind, the intense lights on the Phantom’s cowl making it painful to look at his face. The first guy was knocked unconscious by an elbow strike, the carbon fiber elbow cap knocking one of his molars free of his head. The second assailant was just as quickly dealt with as a front kick into the center of his chest knocked him on his ass and knocked the wind out of him.

At that point, the buyer fled and Joey gave chase, leaving Stormy to deal with the other two.

Joey was able to chase down the buyer and tackle him about forty yards from the tunnel. A quick application of a strong, plastic zip-tie served to cuff the suspect’s wrists. He dragged the buyer back to the tunnel by his collar to see if Stormy was doing as well as he had.

"Are you alright, Lightning Bolt?"

 

[princesssexci]

Stormy Cambridge hadn’t started off a huge comic book nerd but her mom used to tell her if you hang out at a barbershop long enough, you’ll end up getting a haircut which meant if you stay in a certain crowd long enough you’d end up becoming part of their world. This was true in Stormys case. She had read a few comic books here and there. Her favorites were X-men, Batman, and Superman. However reading the same comic books over and over again got boring.

And that day she had gone to the comic book shop was when she met Joey Cadence and instantly fell in love as cliche as that sounded even at the age of eight, she knew they were meant to be. They were like the 8 year old version of Batman and Catwoman or Joker and Harley. The agreement had been simple when they were younger, he’d tell her the best comics, she’d let him read said comic books.

As they grew older their bond only grew stronger or at least that’s how Stormy felt. While Joey took every martial arts known to man, Stormy thought it was in her best interest to only go for one martial arts, Tae Kwon Do. Besides most of her time was lost in books and studying. Then one night, Stormy gathered up the courage to tell Joey how she really felt about him and while his declaration of love seemed a little bit less enthusiastic as she had hoped, it was good enough for her.

After all, how often did Batman tell Catwoman he loved her? College came and went for her and though Joey dropped out, their loved stayed strong especially when he proposed to her. Everything seemed perfect except after awhile even she couldn’t keep him content. Joey stayed locked in his comic book life and had even tried breaking up a drug deal. It didn’t go as planned and while it probably wasn’t in her best interest to keep inspiring him to be the hero he’d always dreamed of being since they were kids; what kind of fiancé didn’t encourage their significant other to work towards their dream.

So when he was asleep she’d left a newspaper with some story of some guy doing exactly what he wanted to do, become a hero. It did inspire him because when he got out of the hospital; as soon as Joey was able to he was training again. Stormy might’ve hinted that every hero needed a sidekick which he loved. She knew because a few days later he mentioned her joining him as his sidekick as if it was originally his idea but that was okay. She’d get to spend more time with him and that was important.

She became Lightning Bolt in her latex purple and white catsuit. Her weapons included two gauntlets made of tasers, each gauntlet had eight sets of hooks that could be fired up to thirty feet and charge 50k Volts through the target until she disconnects the wires from the central battery... it kind of looked like four cell phone batteries around her arm, just under the elbow and a ring of eight shotgun shell sized chambers that fire the hooks and finally; two electrified batons that can connect to the gauntlet batteries to charge.

To top it off she had a goggles and a tear gas mask to go with her four tear gas canisters. She was super pumped about this because it meant she’d be able to spend more time with Joey.

~~

Their first night out on patrol and to be quite honest Lightning Bolt was a bit scared. She was thankful that she had a pair of night goggles or she wouldn’t be able to see much of anything. She smiled when Phantom Shadow squeezed her hand reassuringly. It did give her the slightest bit of extra courage.

“Over there.”

And they waited until the real action happened. Joey—Phantom Shadow went into his heroic speech and it made Stormys heart a flutter.

“What the fuck? Ow, shit—my eyes! Is this motherfucker serious?” one of the suspects complained.

“Fuck this light-bright motherfucker! Let’s kick his ass!”


And then Phantom shadow was gone, leaving Lightning Bolt alone with the other two. “I guess it’s time to play.”

The men laughed, “Oh we love playing, doll. Are ya gonna do a little strip tease for us?”

Lightning bolt rolled her eyes. “I dunno maybe we can make some sparks fly.”

‘Good one, Stormy.’ She thought to herself smugly. She pulled out her electric baton and swung at one of the guys the first guy getting electrocuted and went down. She then went after the next guy who started running in fear for his life, as he should. He probably didn’t know much self defense. He went down just as quickly when she threw an electric hook at him.

“Are you alright Lightning Bolt?” came Phantom shadows voice through the headset.

“Sure am. I think these baddies pretty much fell for me...” she laughed then flushed,”that was corny wasn’t it? Sorry. How are you doing?”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Joey smiled when he heard Stormy make a bad pun and immediately apologize—but he’d never been more relieved to hear one of her bad puns than he was in that moment. He didn’t much mind the risk he was taking with himself and his own life, but the thought that some horrible wrong might befall Stormy because of him—that thought was his Kryptonite, so to speak.

Phantom Shadow dragged the buyer back by the collar of his shirt, dragging him back to the scene of the crime. He left the buyer behind as he went swiftly through the tunnel to kiss his fiancée. So many things—all at once—the thrill—the adrenaline—the love—the catharsis—the arousal! Yes, inside of his carbon fiber cod piece, Joey was hard enough to cut glass and for the first time questioned his decision to protect his junk with a plate there.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Joey whispered, out of character for just that brief space between them, “I want to make love to you so good tonight.”

Joey wasn’t above swearing, obviously, but it did make him uncomfortable to refer to… THAT as fucking. Fuck was a bad word and that… well that wasn’t bad at all. Especially not with Stormy. She had a flare for that in a way Joey didn’t. He was always worried that he was doing something wrong, “too gentle” she’d told him once. But what could he do? He didn’t want to hurt her.

“We’re almost done here,” Joey promised before stealing another kiss and going back to work. Both of the men that Stormy had tased had pissed on themselves, which was a good sign for the efficacy of her battery packs—especially since each charge had come from a different battery pack. Phantom Shadow ziptied each of their wrists behind their backs, then the other two, the one he’d punched was still unconscious, the one he’d kicked was still rolling around trying to take his breath back.

Within moments, all four of the dealers were ziptied together in a sitting circle, their hands all bound in together. Their pockets were emptied—keys, wallets, change, were all dumped into the middle of the men’s bodies. Pre-packed little baggies of drugs were arranged on safety pins and pinned to the collar of the man who’s pocket the drugs had come out of. Cash that appeared to have come from dealing of those drugs was also pinned to the men who were in possession of it.

Lastly, Joey used a few grey Post-It notes to ensure a guaranteed conviction. “BUYER” said the note on the Buyer’s chest, along with the denominations of bills he’d started to hand to the dealers “3-$20s 1-$10 1-$5” in the hopes of discouraging sticky fingered officers in the collection process. The Dealers received the same treatment and lastly, he taped the Mini Disc with the full recording of the bust from his in-cowl bodycam.

“Okay, go ahead,” Joey said, lighting a road flare from the small of his back where they were hidden, and dropping the burning flare in the center of the tunnel, flooding the area in flickering, intense, red light.

The plan was for Stormy to use one of about twenty prepaid phones they’d bought to call 911. Her cowl had a digital voice distorter so that no connection to them could be made from the 911 tapes—which become public record after charges are filed and had been the downfall of some of his less-fortunate predecessors in the Real Life Superhero game.

While she called the police and instructed them to look for smoke, Phantom Shadow pulled a series of stencils from one of the many pockets in his suit, he sprayed each of the three stencils with its own color, black, grey, then white, when layered like that they made an iconic image of Phantom Shadow’s cowl with the words: NIGHT BELONGS TO THE SHADOW etched below in comic-inspired, impact letters.

Phantom Shadow finished his graffiti at the same time Lightning Bolt finished making her untraceable call. They left the phone behind, the operator asking questions of no one and they were blocks away by the time they heard sirens.

Hurriedly, Joey pulled Stormy into a dark alley, pinning her against the wall and kissing her fiercely. His hands gripped the firm, latex wrapped globes of her ass cheeks—God, she was on fire! The latex must have been hotter than either of them anticipated, her exposed thighs were sheeted with sweat like she’d just gotten out of a hot bath—but he was burning up too. Burning with desire… that was corny, she was rubbing off on him.

He kissed her again, feeling her chest this time, her heart working the inside of her ribcage like a speedbag. His heart was racing, too.

“I love you!” he gasped between kisses, the flickering red and blue lights illuminating both of their faces just briefly as they sped past toward the park.

 

[princesssexci]

Stormy heard footsteps coming through the tunnel and brought her batons up in defense...just in case. They weren’t in the best neighborhood. She lowered them though as soon as she saw it was just Phantom Shadow. He kissed her passionately declaring his love for her. “I love you too baby.” She purred then stepped back as he went to work on the two dudes she brought down. She actually felt super proud of herself.

After he went through zip tying them and labeling each baddie, he told her to her thing. Easy peezy.

“Hello, 9-1-1... what’s your emergency?”

“Yes there are four guys here who were dealing drugs. They’re tied up or something and there’s some weird graffiti thing on the wall.” She gave them the location and bypassed the question of how she knew they were drug dealers and who she was then quickly hung up, dropping the phone.

Joey pulled her into an alley and kissed her again declaring his love to her once more. She knew this would bring them closer. Her hands ran over his costume as he gripped her ass through the latex. Her hands ran up and down his bulging muscular chest and his hard erection pressed against her.

Were they going to have sex in public? How fucking exciting would that be? Of course she let him take the lead, there was no reason to ruin the mood by trying to take over. She learned early when they were kids that being his sidekick in love and heroism were one in the same. However that wouldn’t stop her from asking:

“Here are we going to fuck here?”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Yes!” Joey sighed, almost breathless as another speeding squad car whizzed past the alley, “of all the crimes we’ve committed tonight, this is a minor one—and I’m so fucking hot for you tonight, babe! We’ll fuck after a bust, in our costumes—just like Owl Man and Silk Specter in the Watchmen!”

Joey was fiddling with his utility belt. Each of the individual compartments was designed to be opened differently in a specific way, to prevent opponents from disarming him or bypassing his suit’s defenses. When he finally unlocked the belt buckle and let it fall around his hips, it was all he could do to struggle his super had cock past the armor pieces.

The spandex jumpsuit that he wore under the armor plates ripped easily enough, even if the armor plate that covered his crotch was impinging on the shaft and forcing his cock into an awkward angle. The comics and movies never included descriptions of how heroes navigated their genitalia around their protective suits. Stormy’s suit was even more difficult to navigate—if they were to properly take it off, a complex series of garters and clasps holding her latex stockings up over the legs of her catsuit—the insurmountable friction of latex on latex—instead, Joey ripped the material between her legs and stuffed his bent dick into her as soon as he was able.

“Oh God!” Joey sighed, the warmth inside of his fiancee’s pussy even more exquisite in contrast to the cold outside, “yes, fuck yes…”

His hands grabbed her round, athletic ass again, thrusting into her again, finally feeling less pinch from his armor. An ambulance sped past next as Joey pushed her back against the wall with his hips, kissing her with desperate intensity.

One of his hands came up from her ass, cradling the back of her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss as her chestnut hair spooled through his fingers where he ponytail poked out the back of her cowl. His armor made an awkward clattering noise as he fucked the love of his life against the wall. Even though their costumes prevented him from getting balls deep inside her, Joey knew that this was the best sex he’d ever had in his life.

“Oh God, baby. I’m gonna cum!” Joey pulled out suddenly and ejaculated against the purple latex of her inner thigh… over already… “…I um, I just got excited.”

 

[princesssexci]

Sex, hot kinky sex like this every time they played heroes and villains? That was definitely something Stormy could get into, responding to every hot and passionate, lustful kiss. She didn’t even care when he ripped her costume that only took forever for her to create and it didn’t even matter that there was no time for foreplay.

“Ohhhh fuck! Harder fuck me harder....”

The sounds of their moaning mixed with the various different sirens added to the adrenaline going through Stormys body as he fucked her against the wall of the building. This was definitely something she could get used to. However the mood was thrown when he pulled out of her suddenly and came all over her leg. She blinked a few times, her body still humming with desire that was ....unsatisfied.

“Uh...” the cum slid down her latex covered thigh,” it’s ...it’s fine. It—I was done anyways, I just got so caught up in the throes of passion that I ...wasn’t thinking about saying anything plus the police are nearby and...let’s go home ok?” Stormy kissed his cheek. That had not been what she was expecting but, she knew it was as Joey had said.

He’d gotten over excited.

“Maybe we can go for another round at home?” She loved him and just to show her enthusiasm she swiped whatever was left over on her thigh still and licked it off her finger winking at him.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Joey’s mouth fell open and he gaped for a long moment, watching his sexy, adventurous girlfriend licking and sucking his jizz from the tips of her latex gloved fingers. It was like a prepubescent fantasy come to life and he wanted to go again immediately—even if his cock wouldn’t cooperate with his intentions. Damned if he wasn’t the luckiest man alive.

“Yeah, let’s get home. That sounds really, really good,” Joey grinned, awkwardly trying to tuck his cock back into his costume, “and maybe I can make some changes to these costumes, that way we can make a tradition of the after-bust fuck… a post-bust bust, if you will.”

Joey loved word-play jokes like that, it was one of his favorite forms of humor. He wrapped his arm around Stormy and kissed her on the lips, not at all worried about the time between her licking up his cum and kissing her again. He felt invincible on their short trip through back alleys, back to the dumpy, black panel van that he bought to be their mobile safehouse.

Perhaps it was because he was feeling so invincible, he felt like he had actual super powers, and maybe forgot what an unusual sight they were, together in costume—or maybe he just overlooked the homeless man across the street from where they were parked as a part of the urban backdrop to his own personal hero’s journey—but the homeless man, whose name was Roger, didn’t overlook them at all. He didn’t overlook the vanity plate either that just said “HQ”.

Once they were in the safety of the van, Joey attacked his costume like he was trying to beat his best time, freeing the hidden key that unlocked his belt that revealed the covered zipper that peeled away the outer armor layer and then the Kevlar bodysuit. Each time he successfully got through a layer, he’d attack Stormy’s face with his for a while, making out hard and feeling her body with ungloved hands now.

“I can’t believe it, baby. We really did it. We stopped a crime. We busted bad guys—REAL FUCLKING BADGUYS! You were so fucking bad ass! Muh-ahm!” Joey effused before diving back into deep French kissing like Sophomores under the bleachers, “we’re so unstoppable! They didn’t even know what hit them! Muah-Mummm!”

*-*-*

On the other side of the city, from his high-rise penthouse, Kelvin Highcastle was overlooking the wide, glittering city below him, behind those floor-to-ceiling windows which comprised the walls in this corner of the top floor. He was wondering about his money, first and foremost, but he also wondered about his men.

As a prominent NFL superstar and commended role-model for at-risk youth, Kel’s connections with his old “neighborhood” friends had to be very private and remote, but his feelings for his old friends were anything but remote—especially with so many sirens speeding through his established territory.

Some of the kids he had out working the streets tonight were practically family to his family, younger cousins who he was grooming for more responsibility as they grew up—hanging charges on them was no part of that plan. He was paid up with the police, he didn’t understand why there was so much activity, but he intended to find out.

“Detective Olsen, please,” Kel muttered into his cell phone, still staring at the red and blue siren lights, “Gary, why the fuck are there eight goddamn squad cars on my block with their cherries lit? I thought we were square after my last installment.”

“I’m aware of it, Hunter, and I’m already working on getting it squashed, but this was out of my hands—a goddamn call came in to dispatch.”

“Who would be that fucking stupid?”

“Apparently not so stupid, I listened to the 911 tape. They used a voice scrambler. Also called from a burner that was found at the scene. Only real evidence is some graffiti found at the scene…”

“So it is another gang, coming after us. If we’re going to war, you are too—”

“Hang on. Let me finish. It wasn’t gang graffiti, right now they’re calling it a vigilante. Some comic nerd in biker armor or something. We’re still piecing it together, but I don’t imagine that your guys will be much help.”

“They’ll help me. You worry about how you’re going to help me so that I don’t start to wonder what the fuck it was that I paid all that fucking money for. And get a phone in to them as soon as they’re brought in—I don’t want those boys processed.”

“You got it, Hunter.”

Kel sighed as he hung up. A vigilante? A real, goddamn costumed vigilante? Like he didn’t have enough problems. Whoever this asshole was, Kel knew that their death wish was going to come true probably sooner than later, but he decided to do as much as he could to hasten the matters along. He made another call to Ronnie, his closest confidant and criminal consiglieri.

“Don’t talk, just listen. I want to green light some asshole in a costume, running around playing super heroes. Ten K for him and five more for anyone who’s with him. Also, I’ll pay a bonus of two-grand each if they’re brought alive.”

“We’re already looking, Kel. The problem is—”

“Don’t call me again until it’s done.”

Click.

 

[princesssexci]

Stormy couldn’t help but giggle as Joey messily put his cock away. She straightened herself up as best as she possibly could but not by much since he’d ripped her crotch open. That would definitely have to be fixed before they went out again which Stormy was certain would happen. She moaned every time he kissed her. But looked around warily sure there was no one was around but it was still risky whilst walking around in their costumes after a successful bust.


BUT on the flip side Joey had never been in such a good mood and she didn’t want to kill the mood. Stormy had been trying to get him to have sex with her for awhile now but with this super hero business it kept him distracted with making his costume, creating his super hero alias, weapons, etc. They rarely had time for sex anymore and that was ok....kind of.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the van anyways and she giggled into the kiss. Each time his lips pressed against hers she remembered why she fell in love with him. She gently pulled at his lip after the last kiss and winked “It was great but let’s get home before we get caught huh?”

She pulled off her mask her back arching as they made out again still not having left their location. “Mmm baby I love this but unless you’re planning to fuck me in this van you better get me home before I take mad advantage of you.” Stormy purred her hands trailing down his chest. Stormy had neglected to bring a change of clothes but never the less her nipples poked through her cat suit.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Joey chuckled, changing into his form fitted, black, long sleeve—inspired by Daredevil from Netflix, and a pair of black Kung Fu pants, “but you’re right, we should get out of here. It’s just so hard to keep my hands off you—”

When he was changed, Joey dove back into another deep, passionate kiss with Stormy, feeling up her chest with his greedy palm, his sweaty thumb—pruned from being wedged into tight rubber gloves that insulated him from the danger of his heavy stun gloves, but failed to let the skin of his hands breathe, passed frictionless over her erect nipple, flattening it behind her latex suit and letting it pop back up once his digit had passed over.

“But you’re right!” Joey raised his hands suddenly, pulling back from the kiss, “let’s get home, then we can do as much of this as we want.”

With some visible effort, Joey dragged himself away from Stormy’s latex-clad body and into the driver’s seat. He turned the key and lit the rack of overhead headlights that joined his hyper-white fronts to flood the previously dark street in hyper intense light. The rig wasn’t technically legal, as it amounted to four cars with their brights on all at once—but of all the crimes they were committing tonight, it was minor.

Joey mashed on the gas and the V8 custom block roared to life, the rear tires squealed and the block shaped van fishtailed into the street and toward home. He was high on power—becoming what he’d warned Stormy against until she was sick of it, he was overconfident. It was him taking needless risks, just for the thrill of it—but even knowing that he was committing the cardinal sin of vigilantism, the thrill that breaking his own rules brought him was worth the cost to his integrity. It was intoxicating.

“You can, if you want, slink out of that sweaty little catsuit, give me a sneak preview of what awaits me back home,” Joey smirked over his shoulder, feeling more villainous than someone who was an aspiring hero ought to, “you know how I love that sucking sound of you sliding out of that thing.”

*-*-*

Until his dipshit associates were processed and could be bailed out, there was nothing for Kelvin to do other than drink his expensive Scotch and storm around his massive yet empty apartment. When he was home alone, Kel mostly kept the lights out, a place as big as his also came with oversized electric bills and he preferred candle light anyway when he was by himself—bright lights always made him think about concussions. Or maybe it was the concussions that made him dislike bright lights, at this point it didn’t matter.

Kel slugged the heavy bag in his deluxe gym for an hour or so, until he was dripping out all of that expensive Scotch from his pores—but it wasn’t helping with his anger at all. He needed a different way to blow off steam. He went to the sauna next, getting downright irresponsible on Scotch while he tried actual steam as a remedy to his anger, but after an hour he just felt dehydrated and sick.

As his very last resort, Kel went through the hidden door in his bedroom, wearing his full-length Gucci robe. Into the Red Room, a secret panic room hidden within the architecture of the house that couldn’t be reached or breached from the outside. The walls weren’t just soundproof, they were everything-proof.

“Wake up, Jizzmop!” Kel shouted, kicking his slave’s small, round dog-bed, “I’m pissed off and I need somebody to hurt, guess who’s the lucky bitch tonight…”

She had been a cheerleader once, but got kicked off the squad for sleeping with Kel, a taboo for cheerleaders, but a common practice among players… ironically enough. Kel broke her heart, without the cheerleading taboo, there wasn’t much that kept her relevant to a multi-millionaire, celebrity athlete—nothing except her willingness to do anything for him.

Now, she was just another of his possessions, but he never concerned himself with how she felt about it. She was grateful for whatever attention he gave her, even if it was unmistakably malicious.

“I need my cock sucked and a wet hole to pound,” Kel sneered, dragging her up by her hair, “I don’t have anyone better than you to do that for me tonight. Now thank me.”

 

[princesssexci]

Stormy giggled at his quip and smirked at him. " I mean I am pretty irresistible so why wouldn't--" She groaned as he pulled her into yet another mad passionate kiss. If there wasn't a chance that the police would be after them, she would probably let him take her right then and there. Her back arched as he groped her nipples through the sweaty latex catsuit she wore. She could still feel it though and wanted nothing more than to get out of these clothes.

When he pulled back declaring they would make their way home, she grinned. "Drive, drive, drive and I'll do my best to keep my hands off you lest you get distracted."

The car zoomed home and while Joey was thinking about god knows what (though she hoped it was what he was planning to do to her when they got home) Stormy was thinking about whether she should just get naked when they got home or put on one of those cheesy hero lingerie costumes that he enjoyed so much.

You can, if you want, slink out of that sweaty little catsuit, give me a sneak preview of what awaits me back home,” Joey smirked over his shoulder, feeling more villainous than someone who was an aspiring hero ought to, “you know how I love that sucking sound of you sliding out of that thing.”


It was like he could read her mind! She grinned at him. "Oh? So is that what we are doing tonight? Are you my captor instead of my hero?" she purred as she reached for the side zipper and began pulling it off. It did indeed make a slurpy sound which for some reason really got Joey off but whatever he needed to be in the mood was fine with her.

~~

Kairi had at one point had a good life. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad and every guy wanted to date her. In college she'd been called an asian goddess. She made the mistake of wanting what she shouldn't want and that was why she was where she was right now. It wasn't her fault that she may have believed him when he said they were meant to be together and no rules should keep them apart.

However, she couldn't seem to pull herself away from him no matter how badly he now treated her. There was a part of her that still believed that if she showed how loyal she was to him and his cause he'd go back to actually wanting her around.

“I’m pissed off and I need somebody to hurt, guess who’s the lucky bitch tonight…”

She lifted her eyes to meet his looking happy about his decision. Until he sounded like it was a chore to have her suck his cock. Still, she would continue to show her loyalty and praise to him no matter how he treated her.

"Thank you master." she whimpered when he finally released her hair she pulled his cock out and began toying with it attempting to wake it up before taking it in her mouth. Kairi sucked the head a little bit and then took more of his thick black cock down her throat glancing up at him to see if any of this was satisfactory to him.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Kel sighed and began to relax finally as Kairi’s warm, wet mouth welcomed his hardening cock inside. He smiled down at her approvingly, resting his huge, strong hand on the back of her head, gently stroking her silken black hair while also urging her to take him deeper. If he was interested in those mundane things that most people sought—marriage, kids, a stable home—Kel had often thought that Kairi would be the one that he would share that kind of life with. She was beautiful, hopelessly devoted to him and willing to do whatever he asked of her in order to please him.

There was even a time when he thought that he wanted that life with her, away from the public eye and the drug fueled parties—but a life of excess and hedonism was more seductive than he’d imagined and before long, it became clear that Kel wasn’t meant for that mundane, suburban, married life. In spite of his learned indifference, Kairi’s devotion to him never waned, even as she alone suffered the consequences of their secret affair. Even if he wasn’t going to make her a wife, he couldn’t turn his back on her altogether, especially with all of the old friends who’d done far less that he eagerly put on.

So this was her now—not just her duty, not just her passion, this was her entire life now. On her knees, sucking his cock, seeking approval. She’d fallen so far and it only made him more horny for her.

“That’s my good girl,” he sighed, his hips beginning to mimic the motions of her head, “even when everything is going wrong, I know I can count on you…”

Before he got too caught up in nostalgic feelings, Kel decided that it was time to fuck Kairi’s tight pussy. He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her like she weighed nothing, carrying her a few steps until he tossed her through the air and onto the bed. She really could cheer him up, even from his murderous rages. As long as he didn’t think about what happened… what was still happening…

“Somebody fucked with us tonight, slut,” Kel informed her as he climbed atop her on his black, silk sheets, “somebody took a piece of what belongs to us and they hurt us.”

Kel positioned his hard cock between Kairi’s warm pussy lips. Easing just the very tip inside her, teasing out her pleasure.

“They hurt us bad,” he slammed his full length into her in one fierce lunge.

*-*-*

Joey could hardly keep one hand on the wheel for the rest of his short drive home, one hand alone was hardly enough to feel up Stormy’s chiseled, sweat soaked body, he wanted to rub his face against it. He was fingering her wet pussy by the time they reached the detached garage that Joey had converted into a base of operations for all of his vigilante experiments. The door opened automatically at the HQ Van’s approach.

When Joey had at last pulled forward enough to dock the van’s external battery into its charging stand, Joey dove on her, fingering her faster and squeezing her chest, lifting her nipple to his lips so that he could suck and nibble on the stiff nub that had been teasing him through that purple latex all night.

“Fucking finally!” Joey exclaimed, his words slightly muffled by Stormy’s tit-flesh that was still in his mouth.

His thumb was beginning to work tighter and smaller circles around her clit and his fingers were making a wet sloshing sound as he fingered her more and more furiously. He thought he could feel her body tensing under him, nearing orgasm, when the monitor that linked the Van’s CPU to the home system flashed red and a claxon played over the speakers. Someone was calling his dedicated line, almost no one had that number, except for…

“Damnit… Kerry!” Joey cursed, raising his head and pulling his fingers from Stormy’s wet, fevered pussy, “I’d promised to check in by 00:30, I completely forgot!”

Joey’s little sister must have been worried sick about them—a fellow comic enthusiast, Kerry was the only one other than Stormy who knew their secret. She’d all but demanded a suit for herself and an opportunity to help, but Joey insisted that it was too dangerous for a nineteen year old—now he was making her fear the worst over his libido. He felt sincere guilt.

Joey pushed the audio only tile as he accepted Kerry’s video call.

“We’re okay, sis. Everything went fine, sorry for not checking in sooner, I got… distracted,” Joey flashed a flirty look to Stormy, but the truth was that the thought of his kid sister imagining his death had totally killed his hard-on.

 

[princesssexci]

Kairi moaned around Kel’s cock as he violently thrust down her throat. For a moment she felt his hand caress through her black hair but with her luck she was probably imagining it and if she wasn’t, he’d insist that she was. No, no she knew her place and if that was as close to getting to his heart as she was going to get, then she’d serve him as her slut for eternity.

“That’s my good girl,” he sighed, his hips beginning to mimic the motions of her head, “even when everything is going wrong, I know I can count on you…”

What was this? A compliment? Something more than just the typical ‘that’s a good slut. ‘ She’d been upgraded to girl now? Maybe she really was getting to him. She sucked even more eagerly than before only to whimper when he pulled his delicious black dick out of her mouth.

”“Somebody fucked with us tonight, slut,”

There was her beloved nickname. She was so turned on right now he could call her a pig and she’d accept it though, to be quite honest. Kairi watched as he hovered above her lining his cock to her entrance. She bit her lip as closed her eyes waiting with anticipation. She only got the tip though and whimpered even more for the rest of it.

“Please...” Kairi begged.

“somebody took a piece of what belongs to us and they hurt us.”

She cried out as he slammed his big cock into her.

“somebody took a piece of what belongs to us and they hurt us.”

“Fuck!” She moaned loudly,”I-I mean w-what do y-you...we plan to do about it, master? “ her body moved or at least tried to move in rhythm with his hard thrusts.

~~

Stormy couldn’t help but giggle and moan and feel all sorts of excitement and happiness as Joey touched her on the way home. She was almost disappointed when they got home because they had to stop at some point to get out of the car in the garage. Almost because his groping didn’t stop instead intensified as his mouth found her nipples.

Her lips parted as her own hands began to explore him, finding his raging hard on. In the distance as she was preparing to pull him free from his pants and boxers the phone rang.

And rAng

AND RANG....

She saw the look in Joeys eyes as he heard it and it registered who it might be.

“No, baby ignore it. Igno—“

Except he didn’t. Instead he pulled his hands from her pussy and rushed to the phone. She rolled her eyes when he called his sister back. She’d almost given up and was going to go take a shower then smirked. He wasn’t about to get her horny and then just leave her unsatisfied.

She got on her knees and crawled over to him as he talked to his sister and unzipped his pants glancing up at him and wiggling her brows...

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Baby, no!” Joey objected, pointedly, pushing Stormy’s face away from his crotch, “Stop it—I’m calling—”

Just as Joey was wrestling his cock away from stormy, Kerry answered the video call, putting him in a terribly awkward situation—though fortunately most of the inappropriate business was happening outside the frame, he still felt uncomfortable talking to his kid sister with a hard-on. Granted, she wasn’t really his “kid” sister anymore—having turned eighteen several months prior, he still thought of her that way—as the same little girl in pigtails who couldn’t wait to share his newest issues of Captain Marvel and Dark Phoenix.

“Kerry, hey!” Joey forced a smile, trying and failing at not seeming awkward.

“Don’t ‘Kerry, hey!’ me! You were supposed to call me! I’ve been sick with worry, I’ve been listening to the police and emergency scanners all night—everyone’s looking for you! When I didn’t hear back, I thought… I thought…”

Kerry’s voice trailed off as Joey finally grasped Stormy’s shoulders and shoved her, almost violently to the other side of the van. Kerry was misting over, her eyes already bulging with brimming tears and he could tell she’d been crying before. It made him sick with guilt. She’d been crying her eyes out, fearing the worst while he was busy thrill-fucking his girlfriend in some disgusting alley.

“No, no, no, no—Kerry, baby, sweetness, angel! Don’t cry, we’re fine! Things went perfectly, we kicked their asses. I’m fine, Stormy’s fine too—we couldn’t be better, really. We just… we just lost track of time a bit, that’s all. Don’t cry—don’t cry, sweetness. We’re fine!”

Perhaps it wasn’t the most healthy sibling relationship, for the two of them to be so codependent on each other, but Joey didn’t know any other way. He’d always embraced his role as protector over his younger sister, but perhaps he’d shielded her too much. She was still very young in her ability to deal with things, especially when it came to Joey.

There wasn’t room in his head to imagine anything sexual even remotely connected to his angelic sister, but in protecting her from boys and porn and sexual ideas, Joey was beginning to worry that he himself was filling a role in her life that would be better occupied by a romantic companion. Nonetheless, there was nothing he could deny her.

“Things COULD be better, Joey! You made me worry! I hate this! Next time, I’m going with you—I don’t care what you say. I’ll make my own suit if I have to!”

“Kerry, don’t! This isn’t something that you should be involved with. I’m trying to protect you.”

“You can’t protect me! Not like this! To hell with it, I’m coming over.”

“No, Kerry—wait!”

It was too late, the signal cut out and Joey knew that Kerry was on her way. He turned back toward Stormy sheepishly.

“I suppose, ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cut it, huh?”

 

[princesssexci]

Stormys heart sank when she had to attempt to wrestle his cock from him and in the end he shoved her to the side—violently no less. She knew he didn’t mean it but also was annoyed that as always his sister or well—literally anything else interrupted their naughty time or in this case their thrill sex.

As she shook her head repeatedly about Kerry coming over fuming because why the hell did his little sister have more nicknames than she did? If she were a vicious girlfriend and jealous and she wasn’t jealous.

Well she liked to think she wasn’t jealous.

“You can’t protect me! Not like this! To hell with it, I’m coming over.”

Stormy groaned in frustration as Joey spoke. She held up her hand and shook her head. “I’m going to go take a shower...alone. Not because I’m angry.” She forced a fake smile as she always did,”But because I know we don’t have any time to do anything now and I’m out of the mood.”

With that she made her way up into the house and then to the bathroom swaying her hips even though it probably wouldn’t mean anything at this point.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Stormy was pissed—she said she wasn’t, but Joey knew her well enough to recognize her passive aggressive routine. She was pissed at him—even the way she sashayed her hips as she walked away spoke volumes, all but forcing him to watch those firm globes jiggling behind tight latex as she got further out of reach, taunting him with what he could have had but was no longer allowed. He sighed and followed shortly after, taking a moment to secure the garage behind a bulletproof curtain and then with a rusty padlock on the wooden doors outside the more advanced door. From the outside it just looked like a regular garage.

Joey went inside, shedding his costume pieces carefully, not wanting to accidentally trigger or disarm any of the various safety features designed to prevent tampering from outside. Wearing nothing but his torn, spandex bodysuit, he carried his high-tech vigilante costume upstairs to hang up and lock in the upright locker where he kept them.

The sound of water coming from their shared bathroom only further confirmed his suspicion. She was showering behind a locked door. Joey changed into a loose fitting, long-sleeve T-Shirt with the Batman symbol on the chest.

He retrieved his cell phone from the charger, where he kept it during missions. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing the locked bathroom, pouting. He used his phone to search through the Twitter streams and news alerts relating to the Vigilante Incident—as it was already being called.

According to all of the news blurbs and rumor mills, there were no leads, just as he’d hoped—the bad news, however, was that the media feeding frenzy had ensued from his little graffiti stunt had invoked the full ire of the local police department in the form of an All-Points Bulletin. Worse yet was the fact that Stormy’s… well, her physique, got a much clearer description from the criminals they had busted and as a result, the police were looking for young, physically built women.

Though Joey worried about what a physical description would mean for Stormy, going forward, he ought to have worried about how closely his fiancée’s physical description matched that of his newly-developed little sister.

*-*-*

”I-I mean w-what do y-you...we plan to do about it, master? “

“I don’t fucking know yet, bitch!” Kel shouted into Kairi’s face as he pounded her body with his own, “I’m asking if you have any fucking idea!”

This was primarily why Kel found it useful to keep Kairi, the “hate fucking.” Hookers tended to toss his money back and storm out when he battered their insides with the head of his cock like this, but Kairi was broken in, she could take it.

Kel was gifted, not just physically, not just mentally—but genetically. His father—or, should he say, sperm-donor had been a AAA shortstop who excelled in the minor leagues, but for whatever reason, never got called up to the Show. Aside from blazing speed, elite hand-eye coordination and devilish good looks, Kel’s sperm-donor had blessed him with a one-in-a-million cock. Its girth at the center dwarfed most girl’s wrists (he had a rather thick Polaroid album of most of his lovers, each in their own way comparing his cock to their slender wrists and forearms) and its length was past what he could ever use of necessity.

He'd never measured the thing—it would be like describing the Mona Lisa by listing the colors that were used in order of prevalence.

Like the Mona Lisa, Kel’s cock was more brown than anything else—but both were works of art.

“Is that all you know how to do? Ask me—beg me—fuck me—you don’t even fucking work anymore! Why can’t you come up with a fucking idea for a change? I told you what—I told you where—I told you why—you tell me how I find who!”

Each time Kel shouted a W-word (and sometimes H) he drove his hips down like he was trying to break the bed. His full weight pressing Kairi’s slender body into his expensive mattress and riding her back up as the bed rebounded her into him. If it was physically possible for a man to literally split a woman in half, Kel would have done so four or five times by now—but that near-lethal level of force… it felt good.

“I’m going to find them!” thrust, “I’m going to hurt them back!” thrust, “and then!” thrust, “I’m going to ruin every-fucking-thing they love!!”

All the way in Kairi’s guts, Kel climaxed like an uppercut—

*-*-*

For the most part, Ren Callaway was a good cop. He’d never fired his weapon and his jacket was completely clean. The worst thing about Callaway was that he’d occasionally cheat on his wife with teenaged girls who were desperate to get out of a speeding ticket or DUI.

It was common knowledge on the force that the occasional abuse of power was not only allowed but expected from underpaid civil servants who walked or drove a beat. When a white Volkswagen Jetta sped by, a full fifteen miles-per-hour above the posted limit, he immediately hit the cherries and began pursuit.

He didn’t know where the Urban Legend came from—but it was remarkable how often it was true. Hot, young bitches drive Volkswagens, especially the Jetta model,

“Unit-1260 in pursuit of a suspect, witnessed a 510 in progress. Suspect is complying and pulling over. Vehicle is a white Volkswagen Jetta, driver appears to be a single, white female. Come back with that description for the vigilante suspect, please.” Ren radioed back to Headquarters.

“Unit-1260, your traffic stop has been logged into record,” the female voice came back over the radio, “the vigilante suspect—I assume you mean the female, is described as a tall, slender, white female with C-cup… or above breasts. Witnesses spent a lot of time describing her breasts…”

Back at the station Veronica Cruz rolled her eyes at the juvenile, sexist notes left by her coworkers and direct superiors. There was even a crude drawing…

“They were said to be using modified, non-lethal weapons, tasers, stun guns… Officers are advised to question suspects in possession of aftermarket, portable batteries, disassembled stun guns and…” another sigh, “latex materials or negligee.”

Veronica refused to describe the garter belts over the radio… Those idiots in the other room were probably falling out of their chairs over this.

“Good copy. I’ll come back after traffic stop protocol.”

What no one other than Kerry knew at this point was that Kerry had been working on building her own suit without Joey’s knowledge. She had several disassembled tasers and a light blue corset in her back seat—as well as Joey’s original design for his stun glove and several other rather incriminating bits.

Kerry’s feeble attempts to hide these items barely slowed Ren down for a second. He was used to young girls who’d stop at nothing to hide things from me.

“Miss, what’s in the back there?” Ren was shining his flashlight into Kerry’s face, she still didn’t know what he looked like—which was a good thing, because he was considering trying to fuck her if she was merely speeding, “don’t turn around, just reach behind you and pull that fabric off of whatever is in the back seat. SLOWLY!”

Just for effect, Ren unclasped the leather strap over his sidearm.

 

[princesssexci]

Yes, Stormy was definitely mad and it wasn’t that she was jealous of Kerry. It was like they had this mother son complex despite being just siblings. It was annoying mainly because it wasn’t as if Stormy didn’t have enough to compete with; comic books were bad enough and now with this new hobby of his. Add on his sister and it was becoming way too much. She leaned against the shower. Sometimes it felt like there wasn’t enough room in his heart for her and it hurt.

Her hands groped over her breasts they weren’t overly large but they weren’t small either. Was she not desirable to him? It shouldn’t have taken completing a mission for him to actually want to have sex with her. She couldn’t even get him to see past his sister and granted yes she was important but....

She sighed having lost the mood to even touch herself. After bathing herself she slipped out of the shower and put her robe on, tied it around her waist and reached for the latex suit. She stepped out of the bathroom spotting Joey who was frantically scrolling through his twitter.

“I’m gonna go put this away. Is Kerry here yet?” After all, she was soooo important that he couldn’t even spend a little quality naughty time with her, the least she could do is actually come straight over.

*~*~*~

“
“I don’t fucking know yet, bitch! I’m asking if you have any fucking idea!”

Kairi whimpered in pain and pleasure as he slammed into her over and over again. The pain becoming more so intense. She wasn’t even sure if this was the hardest that she’d ever been fucked by him and he’d fucked her pretty hard in the past. “Sorry, Sorry, Sorry!!!!” She repeated over and over again, it was so hard and so fucking good.

“Is that all you know how to do? Ask me—beg me—fuck me—you don’t even fucking work anymore! Why can’t you come up with a fucking idea for a change? I told you what—I told you where—I told you why—you tell me how I find who!”

With each who what where and why question the thrusts went even deeper inside of her if that was possible. She could feel it all the way up to her chest. Kairi didn’t even know THAT was possible either. Ideas, he wanted ideas but did he realize she couldn’t see straight let alone think .....

“W-what I-if you...you....”

Shit what was she saying?

“You find the....the ..... FUCK! “ she hit another orgasm.”oh my god right there, right .... ohhh shit Kel.” She cried out. His cock was rubbing against her g-spot really good that she lost focus of what she was trying to tell him.

~*~*~*~

Kerry wasn’t sure why her luck was like this. Maybe if she hadn’t been speeding to get to Joeys place. Sorry—Joey and Stormys place. It was still hard to believe that he lived with her. It wasn’t that she hated Stormy, she just thought that Stormy tried TOO hard. But Kerry definitely shouldn’t have been speeding.

The siren behind her was a clear sign that she’d gotten caught. She pulled to the side and the police officer came to her window. The highway she was driving on was pretty deserted this time a night. It was about 1 am ish. Only drug dealers were out, no wonder she’d been stopped.

She attempted to hide the hero suit in the back designed just like Stormys but she knew they were looking for her. Stormy that is, not her but the fact that her —-

Shit! He was trying to peak in the back of her car and flashed a light in her eyes. Probably because he didn’t want her to see who he was.

How convenient, how smart.

“I’m so sorry officer. I know I was speeding but my brother is injured and I needed to get to his place to make sure he....didn’t need any help?”

Wow she couldn’t think of anything better than that?

“Miss, what’s in the back there?

“My gyms clothes, they’re all gross and un...womanly? Inhumane? I’d just prefer for no one to see how gross my body sweats.”

She turned to throw the blanket over her catsuit but was stopped.

“don’t turn around, just reach behind you and pull that fabric off of whatever is in the back seat. SLOWLY!”

Shit.

“I..... you want to see my gym clothes? Really? Is that what gets you off? Are you some kinda perv?”

He unclamped his leather gun belt thingy. “Ohh you’re reaching for your gun, I lov guns are you...fully loaded?” She gave him a saucy wink hoping to god he’d get easily distracted.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

It was clear that this ditsy bitch was trying to hide whatever was in the back seat, but she was doing a piss-poor job at it. The “Gym Clothes” excuse was hardly compelling, he’d seen enough wires to know that there was something going on. The beam of his flashlight moved from Kerry’s face to her chest, allowing officer Calloway to get a decent view down her tank top. Her tits were so large and firm that they pushed out the fabric far enough that he could see all the way to the clasp between the cups of her bra.

Fuck, her tits were fantastic.

When she started trying to flirt her way out of it, the devil on his shoulder lamented having called this one in to dispatch. If he could have gone back he might have made quite the wriggling “catch and release,” of this little slut. But the fact remained that she was a likely suspect in a high-profile PR nightmare for the police force. Vigilantism was a hot button issue right now—it made the police look bad.

But damned if he wasn’t going to search the living fuck out of this bitch.

“Step out of the car miss, leave the keys in the ignition and come around to the trunk. I’m going to search your vehicle,” Ren made a sweeping motion with his flashlight, “don’t make any sudden moves.”

Ren backed up from the door, giving the suspect room to exit the vehicle, but not by much. He kept the beam of his flashlight on her chest, only moving it occasionally to indicate where he wanted her to move and when he was getting tired of waiting.

*-*-*

“KEL?!?” Kel shouted, spiking Kairi into the mattress yet again and pinning her hard, “what the fuck did you just call me?”

He brought his hand down over her face, his large hand completely covered her lovely face. His pinky slipped into her open mouth as he pinned her head into the bed. Just as he was remembering what he’d loved about Kairi so long ago—such disrespect. His blood pressure spiked and all the veins in the back of his hand stood up.

“I. Am. Your. Master! You should never refer to me otherwise—I have no other name to you. I keep you, I shelter you, I care for you—but you are my pet, my slave, not my girlfriend. You belong to me. We are not equals.”

All this fierce fucking and rage had Kel at his limit and in no time flat, he was cumming inside of her, flooding her tight pussy with his hot, angry seed. He filled her to overflowing and then when he was finished, pushed off of her face and rolled off of her.

“Go get dressed. Something slutty. The boys will be back soon and they’ll probably want their cocks sucked.”

Just then, the phone rang and Kel picked it up after the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Hunter! It’s Olsen. I might have something for you,” it was Detective Olsen, probably an update on cutting his guys loose, Kel thought, “seems like the Dragnet picked up something you might like. Dispatch just picked up a call in for speeding, but get this, the suspect has latex disguise pieces. The officer is searching the vehicle now. If he names her as a suspect… She might be the girl we’re looking for. I can bring her to you, alive and everything.”

“Shit, that really is good news.”

“Fuck yeah, brother! I’m already working on filing jurisdictional papers to get her processed down here—she was stopped on a freeway near the ‘burbs. I just wanted to know how rough you wanted her treated.”

“Treat her like a nigga,” Kel smirked, “process her rough—but don’t let nobody fuck her yet. I want to be able to swoop in and be the hero.”

“For a change.”

Click.

*-*-*

This is Unit-1260 to dispatch. Suspect appears to have some questionable paraphernalia in her back seat. Something like a latex disguise and parts for making electrified weapons, similar to those used by the vigilantes. I’m going to place her under arrest, the vehicle needs a tow. It’s a white 2012 Volkswagen Jetta, it has a vanity plate: Kilo-Echo-Romeo-Romeo-Bravo-Echo-Alpha-Romeo.

“Kerr-Bear!” Joey stood up like a bolt as the call registered on his police scanner that he kept in his bedroom, just in case… “shit! I told her not to get involved with this!”

Joey stood up and then sat back down again, what was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like she’d been taken hostage by a Super Villain—she was in the custody of the police, police who were looking for both him and Stormy, who now had his sister on suspicion of his crime and a pretty decent case against her. He ought to have known it was Kerry who swiped the stun-glove blueprints from his workshop.

“What are we going to do?” Joey’s eyes were already brimming with tears as he looked up at Stormy, genuinely pleading for some guidance, as he had no clue how to help his sister.

 

[princesssexci]

~Kerry~

“Step out of the car miss, leave the keys in the ignition and come around to the trunk. I’m going to search your vehicle,” Ren made a sweeping motion with his flashlight, “don’t make any sudden moves.”

Shit shit shit!

As she scrambled through her car trying to hide everything the stupid police officer demanded she get out of the car. Her hitting on him as subtly as possible seemed to go unnoticed or maybe she was just really bad at throwing off,’look at me I’m so cute, wanna fuck?’ vibes.

Did it give off look at me I might be a suspect vibe?

She slowly dropped everything making sure to wiggle her ass she backed out, opening her buttoned blouse slightly so that the her breasts would be a bit more visible. This was shameful it really was that she had to go to this level to not get a ticket or made a priority suspect because of her brothers girlfriend.

Three policemen flashed the flashlight in her eyes then waved it around as if to say hurry the fuck up.

“All this for speeding, officer? I’m reaaaally sorry, it’ll never happen again, I swear. “

~Kairi~

Stupid, god she was so fucking stupid! She knew this the moment his face turned from rage into someone else to rage towards her and put his hand over her face as he pounded into her. God it hurt so good but that was the only consolation she got as he screamed at her.

“I. Am. Your. Master! You should never refer to me otherwise—I have no other name to you. I keep you, I shelter you, I care for you—but you are my pet, my slave, not my girlfriend. You belong to me. We are not equals.”

It was her worst nightmare come true though a part of her already knew that and as big as a slut she wasn’t stupid. Well, not always. Not when it came to the difference between being the fuck toy, the side chick, and the girlfriend. At some point in her life she’d been demoted from girlfriend to fuck toy.

“Sorry, Sorry, sorreyyyyyyyy master!!!” She repeated once again over and over but it sounded more muffled since his hand was covering her face as he filled her with his cum and then shoved her away, ordering her to get dressed in something slutty. She hesitated but his phone rang, she walked to the closet and pulled out her sluttiest dress.

~Stormy~

Stormy was just about to make her way down to the garage when the police radio blasted off. Jesus, if they knew one of the civilians had tapped into their system they’d really be in for it. As the police officer read off Kerry’s license plate Joey seemed to have a melt down.

“We have to save her don’t we. “ it was partially rhetorical and partially stared sarcastically. It was obvious that sometimes she and Kerry didn’t get along. She’d never been good enough for Joey in Kerry’s eyes or there was always something Stormy could do better. Oh! Her favorite tongue lashing was,’you’re not even a real nerd, you’re just faking it so you can get into his pants.’

“I’m not sure how we can though since we are the ones they’re looking for.”

If she’d been anyone else being at the wrong place at the wrong time wouldn’t have mattered to Stormy because technically it wasn’t her fault that Kerry had insisted on coming over. But she wasn’t....

She was a good girl.

And sometimes being the hero or even a hero’s sidekick meant you had to do the right thing even when you were tempted not to.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Ren couldn’t help but eye-fuck Kerry’s ass as she backed up toward him, emerging with even more of her outstanding cleavage exposed than before. She must have undone some of the buttons on her blouse, making it abundantly clear what was on offer if he was willing to just look the other way, but in his experience, girls like this didn’t make it so easy unless they really had something to hide.

When she moved to the back of the vehicle, Ren leaned in through the driver’s side door and uncovered the pile of latex clothes and stun gun pieces. There was even a crumpled diagram of the exact type of “stun glove” that the vigilante suspect had used in his assault. He gathered the suit, the tangle of wires and disassembled stun-guns and laid them all on the trunk of Kerry’s car, making sure to document the evidence with his body cam.

Ren hated the body cam, it forced him to do things by the book, especially when he’d called in the traffic stop… not that there weren’t ways around the body cam. It just made it near impossible for him to straight-up barter sex for freedom like he liked to. No, as much as he wanted to fuck this girl’s brains out, he had to bring her in.

At least there was still the search.

“Before you say anything else, I want to let you know that I’m placing you under arrest for suspicion of vigilantism and conspiracy. Place both of your hands palm down on the trunk. Do you have anything that might poke or shock me?” Ren pulled a pair of latex gloves from his belt and made snapping noises with them, but didn’t put them on, “you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you do not have an attorney, one will be appointed to you.”

As Ren Mirandized Kerry, he pushed himself up against her back, burying his body cam between her shoulder blades, blacking out the picture while he searched her with his bare hands. His cock was already rock hard inside his black, uniform slacks and he was roughly grinding it against the smooth crease in Kerry’s ass. His hands moved greedily up her sides and wasted no time in cupping and squeezing her breasts through her revealing blouse.

Ren’s forearms flexed as he squeezed her breasts, kneading and massaging them—then squeezing them together. He tucked his nose against the nape of her neck, smelling her as deeply as he could without being recorded by the body mic. He slipped one of his hands into the open neck of her blouse, slipping inside the cup of her bra and caressing her bare breast. When his fingers found her nipple, his hips bucked forward hard enough to rock the car and make the shocks squeak. He was no longer just grinding, he was dry humping her.

After teasing her nipple and squeezing her breast roughly enough to leave small bruises behind where his fingers had dug in extra deep, he swapped one hand inside her blouse for the other and began roughly caressing her other breast under her bra.

Her tits were even better than he’d imagined.

As his “search” moved lower, caressing her hips and pulling her firm body back into his dry humping, Ren could feel his climax approaching and as his hands gripped her ass cheeks through her shorts, he squeezed them together, against the underside of his cock and began cumming inside his pants. The warm wetness soaked through to Kerry’s skin in a matter of moments. He finished by caressing up and down her bare legs, finishing with both hands between her thighs, roughly teasing her pussy through her shorts.

“Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?” Ren asked, a distinct warning in his voice.

Just as he was putting the cuffs on, an unmarked detective’s vehicle arrived. Ren was surprised to see Detective Olsen this far from his downtown precinct. But Olsen seemed eager to take custody of the suspect.

“Detective Olsen, from downtown,” Olsen announced, flashing his badge as he took his turn eye fucking the handcuffed suspect, “you found all of this in her car?”

“Yes sir, I stopped her for speeding when I noticed dome wires in the back. She claimed it was gym clothes and started being uncooperative so I performed a search and placed her under arrest.”

“Good work, trooper. If and when this results in a collar, I’ll make sure you get credit. I need to take her downtown for processing though, since the original crime took place in my jurisdiction.”

“I understand sir.

“Come on, bitch,” Olsen pulled Kerry back to standing by her arm and led her over to his unmarked car, pushing her into the reinforced back seat, “you think it’s funny to run around like it’s Halloween and get in fights with drug dealers, huh? Not so funny now, is it?”

 

[princesssexci]

~Kerry~

Fear shook Kerry as the officer went through her things. The components for her stun glove were peeking out causing her to swallow hard as the nice officer pulled it out as well as her replica of lightning bolts costume. She was in sooooo much trouble.

Then he proceeded to “make sure she didn’t have any weapons on her which was ironic because he’d been eye fucking her since she’d got out of the car. The sound of the snapping of gloves on his hands made her body visibly jolt as he rambled on her rights. It was best she stay quiet. She was already in trouble for lying to the police. No need to make things worse.

“Oof!” She grunted when he pushed his body against hers. She felt his cock hard rubbing against her ass he searched....no groped her body. This was not something she’d expected to happen in fact he acted like her offer wasn’t going to happen had he changed his mind. His hand slipped into her blouse squeezing her tits through her pink lacy bra.

Her nipples hardened as she whimpered slightly. He continued dry humping her as his hands went lower, his quiet grunts made Kerry well aware he was cumming in his pants that and the wet spot when he gripped her ass. Just then another car pulled up as the officer dry hump backed off as another police came forward.

Now he was certainly a looker. If this had been a different time, place, and situation she would’ve been all over him. And by the look in his eye, she had a distinct feeling it would’ve been the same for him. Damn it, the one time she decides to play hero or get permission from her brother to play hero she gets caught.

When she was pushed into the car, she bit her lip. Surely Joey would’ve noticed she hadn’t come rushing through his door like she owned the place by now. But he also couldn’t do anything because then he’d get caught too. This was obviously all Stormy’s fault. If her costume hadn’t been so noticeable then no one would be in the predicament. In fact, Stormy should’ve just stayed home.

Damn it Stormy.

”you think it’s funny to run around like it’s Halloween and get in fights with drug dealers, huh? Not so funny now, is it?”

“Okay I know what this looks like but I swear on my.....dads life, I’m not who you think I am.”

Her dad was dead so that was a safe bet and TECHNICALLY, Kerry was being honest. It wasn’t what it looked like. She was just the Felicity Smoke of her brothers band of heroes, nothing more.

But it wasn’t like she could say that.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Okay I know what this looks like but I swear on my.....dads life, I’m not who you think I am.”

“Really? ‘Cause you sure sound like you know a lot about it. Who I think you are, for instance. You took right to swearing promises and skipped over asking ‘what drug dealers?’” Olsen’s intense blue eyes locked with Kerry’s through the rearview mirror, “I don’t think that you’re who we’re looking for, either—but you know something. If you can’t tell me what you know, I can’t help you.”

After a few minutes on the freeway, Detective Olsen pulled his unmarked Crown Vic behind the downtown police headquarters and parked near the door that said “BOOKING” above it. Detective Olsen opened Kerry’s door and helped her to her feet by her upper arm, maintaining that grip as he led her—still handcuffed, into the police station.

The Booking Lobby was loud and filled with the recently arrested, all waiting for their turn to be booked, processed and admitted to the block of holding cells. Several homeless gave the Booking Lobby an unmistakable stink and in all corners, people were swearing and shouting at the top of their lungs.

“Open up,” Detective Olsen demanded, standing at the metal door that read “PROCESSING”, “I’ve got one to be processed.”

“You’re going to have to wait your turn, Gary. It’s a Saturday night,” the younger black woman behind the thick Plexiglas responded.

“I got this. I’ll process and book her, you can keep dealing with the rabble out here uninterrupted.”

“You know that all female inmates are supposed to be processed by female officers.”

“We’re in the middle of an interrogation. After she’s processed, I think she’s going to tell me some stories. I’ll just get her washed up and changed, then we’ll move into an interrogation room. You never even have to deal with us for a second.”

“You owe me for this, Gary.” the woman behind the counter sighed as she buzzed Detective Olsen and Kerry through.

“Drinks, next week. You’re still my angel, Cynthia.”

“Save it for her, charmer.” Cynthia rolled her eyes despite a smile.

Olsen gripped the back of Kerry’s neck as he led her back into the processing area. He bypassed the computer systems because he felt pretty confident that Kel wouldn’t want this little suspect on the official books and took her right to the processing area. He brought her to a dimly lit room lined with dingy, cracked tiles and a drain in the middle of the floor. Once they were both inside, he removed her cuffs.

“Alright, strip.” Olsen demanded sternly, “you ain’t got anything I haven’t seen before. You can put your clothes on this shelf, here.”

While he waited for Kerry to comply, he retrieved what looked like an orange garden hose from the wall nearest the door. He turned on the spigot and let the hose go rigid as water filled it and reached the metal spray handle.

“Go on, don’t be shy. You don’t want me to strip ‘em off for you, I promise,” Olsen encouraged, “there, now go stand over there. Open your mouth. Lift the tongue. Move it around… gums, let me see your gums, top and bottom. Yeah, use your fingers.”

Olsen set the hose down to move closer once Kerry was totally naked. He had a small flashlight that he was using to inspect the inside of her mouth.

“Alright, now lift up those tits. Jiggle them around some. Yeah, that’s good. Now turn around, face the wall. Show me the bottom of your left foot, wiggle your toes. Right foot, now. Wiggle. Good girl… Now, bend over, spread yourself open and cough.”

Detective Olsen knelt behind Kerry as he asked her to spread herself open, his pen light shining inside her when she complied. This was closer to the booking process for inmates being admitted to prison than suspects brought in for interrogation, but he figured that the more rattled Kerry was, the more useful she’d be to him and Kel.

“This is all standard, Miss Cadence. It saves me from having to look inside you manually.”

 

[princesssexci]

They went from one area of the police station to the other and Kerry wasn’t liking this journey. Why hadn’t she just stayed home instead of worrying about her brother and his dumb choice in women. Though she was right to be worried because if her costume hadn’t been so thirsty then police wouldn’t be after her because no one would remember her costume.

Jeez Stormy was so stupid sometimes, most of the time. At some point he’d told her to remove her clothes and she’d watched enough of Orange is the New Black to know he wasn’t trying to get in her pants, not at the moment anyways.

She hadn’t moved quickly to take her clothes off because she was scared. She had a clean record and had never gotten a ticket. Oh god she could feel herself getting ready to hyperventilate.

Her eyes widened as he pulled a hose out.

“Go on, don’t be shy. You don’t want me to strip ‘em off for you, I promise,”

She pulled her clothes off swallowing back her nervousness as she put her clothes on the shelf. She stood where she was told and opened her mouth whimpering as a light flashed inside her mouth as if she’d be hiding something in between her teeth. Thank goodness she brushed before what she thought would be her bed time.

Once again following directions she lifted her tits and jiggled them around. She was about 80 percent sure he was taking things too far now. While she had a generous supply of tit flesh that did not mean she could hide anything there. He was probably trying to make her look stupid and it wasn’t like she could do anything about it.

“Good girl… Now, bend over, spread yourself open and cough.”

“I’m not hiding anything, I don’t even think I could fit anything .....”

Stop. She told herself. The phrasing for what she was about to say could probably get her out back in jail. She did bend over though and open herself up. Kerry huffed only to get the officer or detective or whatever he was to defend his actions.

“Are you sure you’re not just some twisted perv?”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Olsen just chuckled at her accusation, she still didn’t quite get it—but she would. He briefly considered just shoving a dry thumb up her ass to really assert himself, but he wanted to play this slow. Instead he just knelt down behind her and took a moment to appreciate the view of her tight, weeping pussy and spread open asshole. After a moment he smacked her ass cheek and stood up.

“Little girl, do you see this shield?” Olsen flashed his badge from its place on his belt, “that’s a detective’s badge. I’m not some beat walking grunt. There are no cameras in here. If I wanted to fuck that tight little cunt to pieces I’d already be balls deep. I’m investigating a case and until you tell me what I want to know, I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

Detective Olsen gathered her pile of clothing and stuffed the garments indelicately into a plastic evidence bag. He placed the bag near a slot in the door, it slid open from the outside and the bag was taken out of the room.

“First things first, what was that little science project you had in your back seat?”

Before he even gave her a chance to answer, Olsen aimed and fired the garden hose at her naked body, aiming mostly for her face and tits. When she held her hands up to block the spray he shot at her thighs and pussy. The water was cold and smelled like rubber, not to mention that the water pressure was set uncomfortably high. The spray was painful, but it was an accepted interrogation tactic as long as lawyers weren’t present.

Olsen sprayed her down for roughly ten seconds before closing off the flow by releasing the trigger on the spray head of the hose.

“Now answer quick and don’t lie to me. This can be a quick shower or a very fucking long spa day, depending on if you can make me believe what you’re about to say.”

 

[princesssexci]

Kerry flushed because he was laughing at her. She was still bent over and turned pale at his word that could be considered threats but threats were for those who only wanted to scare you into doing things their way and usually they were just that, threats. A worried expression crossed her pretty features.

“First things first, what was that little science project you had in your back seat?”


His earlier words if he could fuck her if he really wanted to rang in her head. Did she tell on Stormy or just .....

Kerry didn’t even get the chance to finish that thought when hard water hit. First her breasts and face and then her thighs and pussy. She let out a piercing scream as she tried and failed to block the water. Her whole body stung as if it had been slapped all over. She trembled from fear and cold.

“Costumes they were fucking costumes okay?” She said then regretted it instantly. What did she do now? She watched his hand that toyed with the trigger of the hose and swallowed hard. Sorry Stormy.

“My best friend asked me to make it but she never told me what it was for. I thought it was way too early for Halloween costumes but she’s a huge comic book nerd.”

Not a total lie...

Of course she had no idea where to go after that.

“If I had known she would use my designs to break the law your officer majesty I wouldn’t have made them for her I swear.”

Again not a total lie. If she had known that night that she would be arrested because Stormy had a recognizable costume she would’ve stayed home. Which if she said that out loud it would’ve made no sense and have no correlation to what she just said.

That’s why thoughts were thoughts though.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“You see, that right there is going to piss me off,” Detective Olsen sighed, his expression disappointed as he pulled the trigger on the hose and resumed its agonizing, cold flow, “I told you not to lie to me, but you still decided to swear. It’s redundant to swear. You’re speaking to a detective. Better liars than you try to bullshit me all day, I’m not impressed with your evasive, teenaged bullshit.”

Detective Olsen kept the water running for much longer this time, only deviating the stream to avoid any attempt on her part to block the onslaught of water smacking her in the face. Even after he felt like he’d sufficiently made his point, Olsen kept the water going. He had warned her not to lie.

“Now, let’s try a different question. Who were the costume intended for? If I don’t hear two names out of you, things are going to get even worse for you,” Olsen warned, getting the hose well aimed and reaching back to open the spigot near the wall even more, increasing the already frightful pressure.

“Who were those costumed freaks in the park?”