Hope landed in front of the car, falling hundreds of from the sky like a cannonball. The pavement beneath her feet cracked as she abruptly stopped, but her body absorbed the impact easily. Her long blonde hair fell down against her shoulders and back as gravity reasserted itself.
They swerved to try to avoid her, sliding and crashing into a parked car on the other side of the road with a loud crash. Airbags deployed, and three men struggled to extricate themselves from the wreckage.
With a few steps and not breaking stride, she met the first man as he tried to exit the passenger door with his rifle. He wasn't able to raise it before she was on him, pulling it from his grasp. She crushed the barrel with her hand, tossing it aside, before lightly punching him in the stomach.
Something cracked, and the man fell over. He wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.
The man in the back pulled a pistol and aimed it at her. With a loud bang, he fired. Once, twice, three times. The window broke as he fired through it. Two bullets missed, whizzing off into the building opposite. The third hit hope square in the chest. It ricocheted off, unable to penetrate her skin.
She reached through the window to rip the pistol out of his hands. There was a snap of breaking bone as he tried to hold onto his weapon. He couldn't.
The driver got out of the car, weapon forgotten. He stumbled as he tried running. With a leap, Hope jumped twenty feet, landing in front of him.
She smiled at him. "Going somewhere?"
His eyes were wide as he raised his hands in surrender.
***
Alex sighed as he sat on the couch in the living room. He was a middle aged man, well groomed, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He raised the glass to his lips, sipping his whiskey. This was a good place to live. And it may as well have been his. This had been his home for the last month. Comfortable, well furnished, and in the middle of downtown Chicago. Not bad at all.
His gaze turned to the only other person in the room. Sarah, if Alex remembered correctly. Sarah had been a banker in downtown Chicago. Had, being the key word. She was fired a week or two ago because she stopped showing up.
All it had taken was Alex grabbing her wrist while she walked down the street. Making skin to skin contact. And telling her "You will obey any command I give you to the best of your ability." And that was it - she was his. Of course, there were some further commands buried in her psyche now too. No thoughts of violence against him. A need to always smile at him.
She was dressed as he had instructed her too. Replaced her entire wardrobe with vintage maid outfits - ankle length blank and white skirts, the whole nine yards. She wore them at all times while serving him. Peaking under the dress Alex could see her wearing her highest heels. They clashed horribly. And they had made her feet bleed when he started making her wear them full time. But she seemed to be adapting well.
"How long have you been standing there." Not exactly a question. But it was enough.
"Since last night. About 10pm, Sir."
She continued standing in the same place, as if rooted to the spot. Ah - yes. He remembered now. Dinner had been disappointing. And she had been made to stay awake to think about what she did.
Looking down, Alex could see a wet puddle on the hardwood floor. She had pissed herself unable to move. No wonder she didn't wake him up for breakfast this morning.
Sarah stood there, unmoving. A smile plastered on her face. Alex knew she lived to please him now. There was nothing else that mattered. But the smile didn't reach her eyes. He could almost see tears forming. From experience, he knew that there was a part of the original Sarah still deep down there. If he fully released her, she would regain her independence. Regain her dignity. But she would keep all the memories of what he made her do.
Alex smirked to himself.
"Come here."
Sarah's heels clicked on the floor as she walked over, waiting patiently in front of him. Alex looked around, finally spying what he was looking for. A large, 8 inch dildo stood on one of the tables across the room.
"Grab that dildo."
Sarah obeyed, returning with it in her hand. She smiled at Alex. "Anthing to please you, Sir."
Disgusting. She wasn't special. Her purpose should be to serve her betters. To serve him.
"Sit on the floor. Fuck yourself with the dildo until you start bleeding out your cunt. Then you may stop and clean yourself and the house."
"Yes, Sir," she said with no hesitation.
Sarah sat on the hard floor hiking up the thick fabric of her maid skirts. She reached up, peeling her wet panties off her body, setting them on the floor beside herself. She took the dildo - she was very familiar with it now, and spat on it, lubricating its length. She rubbed the spit in with her hands, adding more.
Then she took the entire length and began pushing it inside her cunt. She tilted her head back, moaning loudly as she did. The first time Alex had made her use it, she bled just by how much it stretched her. Now she took the entire length inside her with no issues.
She smiled up at Alex, moaning as she fucked herself harder and harder. Alex sat back, putting his feet up on the coffee table, taking another drink of his whiskey. He closed his eyes, tuning out her moans as Sarah desperately tried to entertain and please him.
He needed more. This was too fucking easy. Not even exciting anymore.
It took nearly thirty minutes before Sarah saw blood on the dildo, and only because she fucked herself much harder than she should have. She came four times.
Alex had long since left.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
***
The police had arrived minutes after she apprehended the criminals. These men had just robbed a convenience store tonight. Hope was called because they shot the owner as they were leaving. And the risk of further violence necessitated stronger action.
The police handcuffed the men. Two of them would be needing medical attention.
The people on the street hid after the initial shots. They started to approach as Hope gave her statement to the police. When she finished, a few approached her to thank her for her work, shaking her hand.
It was thirty or forty years ago that the mutations started. There were thousands of them now, spread across the world. People with various powers. From controlling fire, to breathing underwater. And, yes, of course, flight and super strength.
It was their duty to protect the world in her eyes. Especially because not all the mutants were good. There had been an attack in New York a few weeks back that had left everyone rattled. The man behind it had been apprehended.
Hope shook her head, driving the thoughts away. She could focus on that later.
The people cheered her as she walked among them, dressed in her hero's outfit. Gold and white with glittering sequins, she looked the part of the symbol of justice.
She spent the better part of the next half hour working with the police and reassuring everyone that the threat had passed. The crowd started thinning.
One final man reached forward, shaking her hand, stammering out his thanks. His other hand grabbed her wrist, above the glove of her hand. He looked her in the eyes.
"Come with me."
***
The stranger led her down side streets, his hand firmly grasped on her wrist. As they walked, he gave her additional commands.
"You will not hurt me."
"You will answer any question I ask you truthfully."
"You will not try to get away until I am done with you today."
"You will not ask for help in any way."
Hope continued walking with him. She did not know why she couldn't stop. She could almost feel his words binding her. Enforcing his will on her.
And for the first time in years she felt scared.
They moved past other people on the street, many wanting to stop and talk to her. To meet a real hero. But they continued, passing everyone. She needed to walk with him. To follow him.
Eventually he took her down an alley. He gestured at the door.
"Break us in"
Hope reached forward, grabbing the heavy metal lock, and ripped it out of the door.
The man smiled, pushing the door open, and guiding Hope inside. He turned on the light to illuminate the back room of a closed restaurant. There were boxes of supplies. Napkins. Buns. Anything that could be stored in the back. The ground was roughly tiled and smelled like a cheap cleaner.
"Ah, much better," he said, continuing to hold onto her wrist. "Now, stand there in the middle. You may not move until I tell you to."
Hope stood there, standing in the room, helpless, as he let go of her. Her arm was in an awkward position now that he was not holding onto her wrist. But she obediently held it there, no matter how hard she tried to fight against it.
"What the fuck do you want," she spat.
The man - middle aged, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes - smiled at her. He walked around her, appraisingly.
"How old are you?" He asked, sharply. Ignoring her question.
"18." Her response was quick.
"What are your powers?"
"Strength, flight, durability."
He continued pacing around her. Not touching her. But examining closely.
"Are you ovulating?"
Hope paused. She felt herself try to answer. "I-er-I don't know"
"Hmm...." he said. "Your last period?"
"Months ago." She wasn't sure if it was because of her mutation. Or because of how active she was as a hero.
"Hmmmmm...." he said again.
There was silence. Again she asked. "What the FUCK are you doing?"
There was no response from him. He left her field of view, walking into another room. He returned a minute later. Hope could see the glint of a knife in his hand.
"Would I be able to cut you with this?" He asked, showing her the stainless steel paring knife.
"No."
"Could you cut yourself with it?"
"...no," Hope replied.
"Interesting...And yet you're afraid? Perhaps because you know as I do that there are much worse things I can do to you..."
Hope swallowed nervously. She stood rooted to the spot. Fuck. She knew a normal person would be unable to pierce her skin, even with the sharpest blade.
She could feel his gaze on her. And he stepped forward, gently bringing the knife to her neck. But he didn't thrust. Instead, he slowly brought it down her midline. Hope's durability protected her skin. She felt a sharp tug as the knife dragged against her skin. But her clothes weren't quite as protected. While flexible to accommodate her strength and close combat fighting, it could not withstand such a sharp instrument.
There was a soft tearing sound as he cut her outfit down the middle. The tight fabric pulled back, exposing her lean but muscled body. Her nipples remained covered by the barest sliver of material as the knife continued down. The outfit was one piece of fabric. It was a bodysuit with a skirt. Gold and white with sequins to sparkle.
He grabbed the fabric at the bottom of her outfit, cutting it horizontally too. The bottoms split open, exposing her pussy to the cool air inside the room.
Hope began to cry.
He took a step back, taking in her body, as she stood there in front of him, exposed. He reached a hand up to brush away one of her tears.
"Don't cry yet, Hope. I've got much worse to do to you yet."
"W-Why?" She choked out. She wasn't used to feeling this helpless. Useless.
"Because," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I tire with my usual prey. You are more exciting. And I am looking forward to breaking you."
With that, he grabbed her wrist again.
"Get down on your knees."
Hope obeyed silently.
"Take off my pants. Suck my cock. Make sure you're gentle. Worship it. You may only stop when I say."
He released her wrist. And Hope felt her hands move toward his belt. She fought against it with all her mind. But she was a prisoner in her own body. Her hands worked his buckle, breaking the metal as she fumbled with the clasp. She unbuttoned his pants gently. Unable to hurt him.
She pulled his pants and his boxers to the floor. And then she was staring at his hard cock. She felt herself lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock. One of her hands wrapped around the base, while the other moved to lightly caress his balls. Her mouth opened to start licking the tip of his cock. Worshiping it.
Hope could taste him. Taste this vile man. But she couldn't stop.
Tears still rolling down her cheeks, Hope leaned further forward to take his cock into her mouth. She slowly started sucking on the tip, using her tongue to lick his shaft. She pushed herself deeper and deeper, taking it as deep as she could before she started gagging.
She slowly pulled it from her mouth, running her hand up and down the length. Lubricating it with her own saliva. She spit on the tip before taking it back into her mouth.
Hope hated herself for what she was doing. But she couldn't stop.
The man reached a hand down to stroke her hair, almost lovingly, as she sucked on his cock.
"Good girl," he whispered down at her, his hand on her cheek. "Now. Take me deeper. All the way to the base, unless you puke first."
And Hope pushed his cock deeper down her throat. She started gagging, her body not used to this treatment. This violation. But she forced his length down her throat, reaching the base of his cock.
For a moment at least.
Hope pulled herself off his cock to spit up. Vomit and bile dripped down her chin, falling onto her legs and the floor beneath her. She spit once on the floor, trying to clear her mouth of the acrid taste.
"Do it again."
Hope froze. Just for a moment, before opening her mouth to take his cock back into her throat. She forced it down, taking his entire length. One second. Two.
Then, again, she pulled herself off to spit up, dribbling from her chin and mouth over her body and the floor.
"Stay on your hands and knees. You will move your body how I instruct when I push you."
Hope got down on her hands and knees. She had stopped crying. She didn't know what she was feeling. Empty?
The man walked behind her. She could feel his hands touching her back. Her ass. Her pussy.
"Not even wet. Disappointing. Luckily you lubricated me already."
He knelt behind her. She could feel his hands return to her body. This time, he grabbed a fistfull of her hair. He pushed her down, and her arms bent, adjusting her position like instructed. He pushed her until her face was on the ground, resting her cheek in her own spit up.
He released her, moving his hands back to her hips. She could feel the pressure of his hard cock against her pussy. And with a quick push, she felt him enter her.
"Mmmmmm, fuck yeah," the man groaned out behind her, sliding his cock inside her.
She felt him fill her. Pushing his cock deep inside. He pulled on her hips, and she obediently pushed herself back against him, allowing him deeper inside of her. He began to fuck her, slowly at first. Enjoying her helpless body.
Hope was frozen. Her face on the ground, sliding slightly on her spit up as he thrust into her. How the fuck could someone do this to another person? How the fuck could she let this happen to herself? Wasn't she supposed to be better? A hero? Invincible?
He started fucking her faster. His passion building. He moaned out in pleasure.
"Mmmmmm. You're so fucking tight. Tell me you need me inside you."
"I need you inside of me." Hope struggled to speak with her face pressed against the floor. And she hated herself for saying it.
He spanked her hard. The pain barely registered for Hope. She was used to getting shot. Hit. Hurt. But this was something else entirely.
He continued fucking her. Getting faster. Harder. She heard his breathing getting faster as he used her helpless body.
"Tell me you want me to cum inside you."
"Cum inside me," she said, obediently.
"There was no fucking passion there. Beg me. Really fucking mean it."
Hope cringed. "P-please cum inside my pussy! I need your cock. I need you to fill me."
The man laughed behind her. "Much better."
He grabbed her hips with both of his hands again, thrusting deeply a few more times. Finally, he came. His cock spasmed inside her, and Hope could feel his warm cum filling her. Filling her womb.
Fuck she better not get pregnant from this.
The man held himself inside her for a long minute, his breathing slowing. Finally, he stood, grabbing his pants and boxers and getting himself dressed. Hope knelt there on the hard floor, her face still pressed against the tile and her spit up.
He looked at his ruined belt for a moment before rolling it up and putting it in his back pocket. Hope could feel his cum starting to leak out of her pussy.
"Now," he said, squatting down by her face, touching her lightly as he spoke. "You will stay here for the next three hours. After that time, you will be able to move. And you will be able to leave. But you will never be able to hurt me, even if you are able to find me."
Hope didn't respond. It wasn't a question.
"Enjoy flying home, Hope."
With that, he rose, leaving her on the cold tile. Sobbing.
***
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