I slipped back into my office, my heart still pounding from what I'd done to Blazing Woman. In the chaos, I'd swiped a pair of anti-power cuffs—or rather, a sleek collar—from one of the soldiers rushing past. I snapped it around her neck, the device humming as it locked her powers away. She was still out cold, sprawled naked across the wrecked desk, her massive tits and flame-tattooed ass a sight that kept my new cock throbbing.
The blaring alarms suddenly cut off, replaced by the intercom's robotic voice: "Threat neutralized. Stand by for further instructions." I tied her hands and feet with some spare ropes from my cleaning cart, binding her tightly to keep her from pulling any stunts.
Stepping into the hallway, I flagged down a frazzled soldier, his rifle trembling in his hands. "What's happening now?" I asked, playing dumb.
"She's gone!" he snapped, sweat beading on his forehead. "Blazing Woman's vanished from the Corporation! City Man's gonna have our heads!" He stormed off, too panicked to notice my nervous grin. The idiots hadn't even bothered to check my office. My phone buzzed—my shift was finally over. Time to go home. But I wasn't leaving empty-handed. Blazing Woman was coming with me. I'd decided to make her my personal cum dumpster, a twisted fantasy born from years of celibacy and this new, depraved world. Dragging an unconscious supervillain out of the Acriyit Corporation was insane, but I had a plan.
As I re-entered the office, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She jolted upright, her bound body straining against the ropes, and glared at me. "You… you're that invisible fucker, aren't you?" she hissed, her voice laced with fury.
I smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "That's right. And you, sweetheart, aren't a supervillain anymore. You're my personal whore now."
She snarled, thrashing against the ropes, her massive tits bouncing wildly. "You think you can keep me here, you pathetic old man? How the fuck are we even getting out of this fortress?" Her tone was mocking, but I was ready. I pulled up my phone, displaying the building's schematics from Steve's files. "That vent you crawled through? It leads to a maintenance shaft that dumps into the sewers. We're taking the scenic route."
Before she could protest, I gagged her with a rag, muffling her curses, and hoisted her over my shoulder, her thick ass jiggling with every step. I climbed into the vent, dragging her behind me, her muffled struggles fading as I navigated the cramped, stinking tunnel. We emerged in the city's sewer system, the air heavy with rot and chemicals. I pulled a hood from my bag and slipped it over her head, forcing her to walk as I prodded her forward. "Prison or me—your choice," I growled. She stopped resisting, her body slumping in defeat as we trudged through the streets to my rundown apartment building.
As we climbed the stairs, a heated argument echoed from the floor above. It was Karen, the blonde bombshell from earlier, screaming at Jack, her boyfriend. "I checked your phone, you bastard! You're fucking our neighbor!" Her voice cracked with rage.
Jack's reply was cold. "Maybe if you weren't such a frigid bitch, I wouldn't need to!" Karen's voice broke. "We're done, Jack!" I crept past, keeping the hooded woman quiet, avoiding detection as Jack stormed off and Karen slammed her door. I reached my apartment, a grimy shithole, and shoved her inside, locking the door behind us.
I ripped off her hood, revealing her furious, yet stunning face. "What's your real name?" I demanded, tossing the rag aside.
She glared, her red hair a wild mess. "Belinda Mills," she spat, her voice low and venomous.
I cut the ropes binding her hands and feet but left the anti-power collar on, its faint hum ensuring she stayed powerless. "Welcome to your new life, Belinda," I said, my eyes roaming her naked body—those massive tits, that jiggly ass, that flame tattoo taunting me. My cock was already rock-hard, straining against my jumpsuit. Years of celibacy in my past life, combined with Steve's depraved porn stash, had me ready to unleash everything.
I lunged at her, pinning her against the wall, my hands grabbing her enormous tits, squeezing their soft, heavy flesh. Belinda gasped, her body tensing, but the collar kept her powers nullified. "Ahhn!" she moaned, her brown nipples hardening under my rough grip. I twisted them, pulling hard, watching her squirm. Why… why does this feel so good? her mind raced, confusion mixing with the pleasure flooding her senses.
I spun her around, bending her over the rickety table, her fat ass raised high, that flame tattoo begging to be claimed. Plap! Plap! Plap! Clap! I slapped her cheeks hard, watching them jiggle like gelatin. "Ahn! Ohhh!" she groaned, her voice thick with reluctant ecstasy. What's wrong with me? This old fucker's touch… it's driving me crazy!
I rummaged through Steve's stash of masochistic toys, pulling out a thick anal plug glistening with lube. I spread her ass cheeks, exposing her tight, puckered hole, and shoved the plug in with a single thrust. "AHHHH! MMH!" she screamed, her body trembling as the plug stretched her ass, her pussy dripping wetter by the second.
I yanked down my jumpsuit, freeing my massive cock—Steve's pride and joy—and slammed it into her soaking pussy without warning. Slosh! "AHHHNNN!" Plap! Plap! Clap! Clap! Squelch! Her moan was primal, her tight walls gripping me like a vice as I fucked her hard, my hips slamming against her jiggly ass. The plug in her anus made her pussy even tighter, amplifying every thrust. "Ohhh! Ahh! Fuck!" she wailed, her tits bouncing wildly against the table. This old man's cock… it's huge… why does it feel so fucking good? her mind screamed, her body betraying her as she rocked back against me, craving more.
I grabbed a leather whip from the stash, cracking it across her ass. PAH! "AHH! MMH!" she yelped, red welts forming on her dark skin. I whipped her again, then reached around, rubbing her clit furiously while pounding her pussy. Plap! Plap! Fwap! Fwap! Squelch! "Ahh! Ahhn! Ohhh!" Her moans grew frantic, her juices gushing down her thighs as an orgasm tore through her.
I wasn't done. I pulled out, grabbed a vibrating dildo from the stash, and shoved it into her pussy alongside my cock, stretching her to her limits. "AHHHHNN! OH! FUCK!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back, her body convulsing. It's too much… I can't… but I need it! her thoughts spiraled, lost in the haze of pleasure. I spanked her ass again, the plug shifting deeper, and bit her shoulder, marking her as mine.
I flipped her onto her back, her massive tits flopping, and spread her thick thighs wide. The dildo buzzed inside her, but I pulled it out, replacing it with my cock, thrusting even harder. Plap! Plap! Clap! Clap! Squelch! "Ahh! Ahhhn! Ohh! MMH!" she wailed, her pussy clenching as another orgasm hit, her body shaking uncontrollably.
I grabbed a pair of nipple clamps, snapping them onto her hard nipples, tugging the chain to make her scream. "AHHH! OH!" Why… why am I loving this? His cock… it's ruining me! I fucked her relentlessly, my balls slapping her ass, the table creaking under our weight. I slapped her tits, watching them bounce, and twisted the clamps, her screams filling the apartment.
Outside, Karen stood on the balcony, tears streaming down her face after her fight with Jack. She lit a cigarette, the smoke curling into the neon-lit night, but her attention shifted as Belinda's loud moans leaked through my apartment door. "Ahh! Ohhh! Fuck!" Karen's eyes widened, her hand trembling as heat pooled between her thighs. That dirty old fucker's still banging at his age? she thought, her fingers slipping under her tiny shorts, rubbing her wet pussy through her pink thong. She leaned against the door, listening to Belinda's screams, her own moans soft as she fingered herself. God, he's fucking her so hard… Her clit throbbed, and she came quietly, biting her lip, ashamed but unable to stop.
Downstairs, Victoria was mid-session with a client—an awkward otaku in his 20s, his medium-sized dick buried in her as she rode him in a magical girl anime cosplay. Her massive tits bounced in the sparkly pink outfit, her thick ass slamming down on his lap. "Onii-chan! Yamete kudasai!" she purred, tossing out cheesy Japanese phrases to fuel his fantasy. The kid thought her dripping pussy was for him, but it was Belinda's moans, echoing through the ceiling, that had her soaked. That old bastard upstairs has a lover? Didn't know he had it in him, she thought, smirking as she ground harder, her client groaning beneath her. "Kawaii desu!" she moaned, playing the part, her pussy clenching as she imagined the depravity above.
I was lost in Belinda, my cock pounding her pussy like a jackhammer. I pulled the nipple clamps tighter, making her scream. "AHHHH! OH! MMH!" Her body was a trembling mess, her pussy gushing with every thrust. I grabbed a riding crop, striking her clit, then her tits, red marks blooming on her dark skin. "Ahh! Ahhn!" His cock… it's too good… I'm breaking! her mind whimpered, her body surrendering completely. I shoved the dildo back into her pussy, fucking her with both it and my cock, her screams reaching a fever pitch.
Plap! Plap! Fwap! Fwap! Squelch!
"Take it, you fucking slut!" I roared, my cock throbbing as I neared my limit. Her pussy clamped down, milking me, and I couldn't hold back. With a primal grunt, I buried myself deep and unleashed a torrent of cum, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"AHHHHNNN!" Belinda's scream was deafening, her body convulsing as a final orgasm shattered her. Her eyes rolled back, her mind blanking out, and she collapsed, limp and unconscious, her naked body sprawled across the table. Cum oozed from her gaping pussy, the anal plug still lodged in her ass, the nipple clamps glinting on her heaving tits.
I panted, my cock still twitching, and leaned down, kissing her lips softly. Her unconscious face was serene, a stark contrast to the wild, moaning whore she'd been moments ago. I smiled, savoring my victory. Belinda Mills, Blazing Woman, was mine now, broken by my cock in the grimy heart of Metro City.