The Plucked Weed (The Starter Boss Wins)

 [Every adventure story begins with a first boss. An easy fight that launches the hero’s journey. But here the hero loses... Here the hero will be broken before his adventures begins...

...And it all might just not be an accident...

Heavy focus on a naked man’s torment than on the sexy lady herself]

There is a great problem in the many kingdoms... 

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News of disturbances in the peace all over the kingdoms hadmanaged to reach even the most secular of villages. Tales of bandits, mercenaries, and even rumors of the supernatural taking over towns and cities all over the world haunted the common man and social elites alike, and they were not unsubstantiated claims either. An aura of danger was enveloping the world...

Gabe Newell, or Big Gabe as he could not escape being called, had been one of the many educated boys growing up in Grinning Lane township. He was the youngest son of a family of farmers to the south who was sent to Grinning Lane to receive an education, a past he shared with many in the city. 

It was only two weeks ago that he was given his certification which proved that he had graduated from Grinning Lane Academic Center. He remembered the private conversation he had shared that day with his teacher, Miss Riria. She had a profound look of worry in her eyes as he told her his plan to use his education to travel the world... and maybe help people along the way.

He had always been unusually strong, a fact everyone in town acknowledged. And he was skilled with the axe and the sword. Paired with the knowledge he gained from schooling, there was no reason he could not spend a year or two seeing the world...

Miss Riria had expressed her disapproval. To her it was clear that he had been seduced by legends and stories of the famous heroes of old... Men who traveled and gained influence, and bringing an end to great evils... But she could not dissuade him.

Gabe knew that he could succeed as a traveler. He would not allow these dangerous times to steal away his youth. He could fight back against bandits and avoid dangers, and truly become something of value with his skills. He just needed proof for himself, a chance to wipe away the lingering doubts. The look of worry in Miss Riria’s eyes haunted him... He needed a way to bolster his confidence.

His chance came as a warning to stay out of the woods east of Grinning Lane. Dangers of a thief of some sort stalking the forests, stealing money and even livestock...

*** *** ***

“Aaand there. Please stop squirming, you’ll hurt yourself against the ropes.”

Gabe tried to scream in shock, but the tape keeping his mouth shut was as effective as it was humiliating. His captor had just then removed his last articles of clothing. She had done so slowly, allowing him to feel his cotton undergarment being slid down his thigh. The violation stung, but the fear was even more intense...

The petite lady with green skin and strange pointed ears smirked, dangling his pants on her finger before letting it drop. She was dressed in a thick cotton vest and short pants of strange, leather-like material. The thief he was supposed to bring to justice, but now held him captive.

“You weren’t much to worry about, little scout,” she chuckled. She felt his large pectoral muscles. “Despite your big build you aren’t much. Is this the biggest, strongest man that your paltry town has to offer? Do you presume to be a hero, hmm?”

Gabe couldn’t believe this! He was the strongest man in town, even among adults! He wasn’t unskilled either... And yet, without trouble, this thief lady had outmaneuvered, overpowered, and now violated his helpless body. How could this be? He shook with not only anger, but desperation and fear.

And this lady... what was she? Were there such people in foreign countries? Her short and yet plump stature was not so unusual, but her green skin was. And her ears were pointed...

The more he looked at her, the more he noticed. Her canines were more pronounced than any man’s. Her eyes were not brown, but a dark silver colour. Her lips were a dark, almost black purple, and he didn’t believe it was artificial..

“When all of the other men from the surrounding villages failed to fight me I had hoped that this town which they had all boasted about would prove interesting. Although you are a more skilled warrior than any of those before you...”

Her finger slid down from his chest to his abs... then his waist...

“...you aren’t anything I need to waste time on. I’ll break you in less than an hour...”

Her hand slid down his waist... around his balls...

Gabe shook and struggled as her she let his balls rest on her small palm. He then squirmed and struggled and tried to beg through his gag as her fingers coiled around them.

When she squeezed, very gently, he almost passed out. His body stiffened and his large penis grew erect at the fright...

“So scared of how I’m about to torture you? But you’re supposed to be the big, strong hero of Grinning Lane! Surely you can’t be so easily broken?”

She squeezed just a little harder, and with her other hand pressed one finger against his balls. With just a little jab she could deal so much pain and Gabe knew so.

“Won’t you at least try to be a little defiant with me? Resist me a bit? Dare me to hurt you before I break you, you big strong man?”

Gabe shook his head, tears falling from his wide eyes.

He was humiliated, but moreso he was terrified. He was helpless in her hands and didn’t deny this. He didn’t want to experience pain. He didn’t want to fight. If the gag wasn’t so strong he would beg this petite lady for mercy. For forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t show mercy to heroes. Heroes always meet their doom in such painful ways, you know. They travel and gain fame and fortune for a few years, sure, but someone like me always eventually catches them. And they always struggle defiantly... But nothing but total destruction and emasculation awaits them. I must slowly, and agonizingly destroy your sensitive, fragile balls, dear hero.”

She gave just the tiniest prodding with her finger. It wasn’t a lot of pain, just the tiniest bit of pressure, but Gabe’s heart pumped wildly. He would give anything to escape now...

“...that is... if you are a hero?” she looked up at him, the smallest coy grin on he face.

Gabe, tearfully, shook his head.

“No? And will you ever be a hero? Or an adventurer?”

He shook his head. The small creature grinned, and Gabe realized just how shark like it looked.

“Well, that does make sense...”

She fondled his balls with her fingers while thinking...

“After all, a hero would definitely be able to do better against a little goblin like me. Not that it matters. They all fall eventually. I suppose I can skip all of the torture if you aren’t a hero... But you still came to try and arrest me, I can’t just forgive that...”

Poor Gabe began to cry and beg, but his captor had no comfort to offer him. She tapped his balls and stroked his stiff cock in admiration. Perhaps the poor man was going to cum from fright alone? That would be something.

“Oh shush. I told you I won’t torture you. Torture is only for heroes! You aren’t a hero or a warrior, and I am going to help you see that,” she said, looking down at the balls and throbbing cock in her hands. It was time.

*** *** ***

She reached into a sack and brought out what looked like a strangely shaped plant. A smile of sadism was on her face, her eyes bright with enthusiasm as she brought the tool to her squirming captive.

“This is a fungus we grow in our goblin cities to use on male goblins we don’t like. Don’t worry, it’s clean. Look carefully, human, at its three heads...”

There were three ends connected by vine-like wires. Two were rubber-like and knob shaped. The other was ring-like.

“You see, it’s not enough to scare you, little boy. After I let you go you might come looking for revenge, more determined to become a silly hero than ever! I have to make this memory haunt you forever, so you can never even think about heroics or adventuring without shuddering... Can you guess what I’m about to do to you, big fellow?”

Gabe couldn’t, only guessing it would be unpleasant... She chuckled.

She crawled atop him and ungagged him. Before he could shout she was shoving one of the knobs into his mouth and pinching his nose.

He struggled, but as he breathed through his mouth the knob began to expand and expand, a ballooning sphere pressing against his tongue and the front roof of his mouth. The goblin lady let go. Gabe shook his head, but couldn’t get rid of the fungus. It was stuck.

“And now the other end,” the gleeful goblin said, bringing the other end of the tube down. Gabe felt her small clawed hand crawl up his ass..

NO! Gabe struggled and squirmed, but could do nothing as the laughing petite woman slowly inserted the other end into his anus. And he felt it slowly expand.

The goblin gave it a test tug. It wasn’t going anywhere. It was stuck. Satisfied she stepped back to look at her handiwork. The poor would-be hero

Gabe felt tears crawl down his face. He tried to cry out, but the fungus was the perfect gag.

“Ha ha! Feeling comfy, big brave hero? I thought heroes were supposed to defeat goblins like me easily, not lose so badly we turn you into squirming naked tools!”

Gabe had no time to dwell on his humiliating defeat, as the fungi was beginning to activate... He felt the knob in his ass vibrating... It was... Pleasurable!

The obscenity made Gabe gasp, and the knob vibrated even more!

“Oh, you better calm down there unless you want to orgasm right in front of me. I bet your dignity will never heal if you do. The end I put in your anus will vibrate every time you exhale too hard. Stay nice and calm unless you want to make the floor sticky...”

The shame of having been so thoroughly humbled and violated after chasing dreams of heroics was already too much for the poor boy. He couldn’t let her have her way any more than that! It took some work, and was difficult as the knob in his ass shivered against his prostate... But he managed to keep his breathing low...

“Good... that’s right... But it’s time to put the last knob on!”

Gabe’s eyes widened as the goblin walked over and brought the last end of the fungus up to his cock. There was nothing he could do as she placed his cock into the ring. It squeezed snugly around his organ, like a soft rubber wheel.

Then it too began to squeeze rhythmically.

Gabe would have screamed if he could, but needless to say it was impossible to keep his breathing calm as he was being pleasured on both sides. The vibrating in his ass was continuous, and so immensely perfect. His teary eyes fell on the smug little goblin’s grin as he felt  himself succumbing to the loathsome, vile rape.

His first orgasm was mountainous, as thick gooey cum splattered onto the woodland ground. The cock ring did no stop its assault on his poor erection even as it softened and grew sensitive, and nor did the vibrating in his ass. He struggled and squirmed...

The goblin lady laughed. “What a big one! Have you never had sex before, hero? Is this your first sexual experience? Be careful not to get lost in pleasure, hero, because it’s only beginning!”

His cock grew erect once again. The squeezing... the vibrating... Gabe struggled against his bindings. He couldn’t cum again... No... please...

The goblin climbed atop his body and sat on his pectorals. She had taken off her short pants and he felt her small, bare ass and fuzzy pussy lips against his chest. Her enraptured, sadism filled face was pink with arousal now as she gripped his shoulders.

The sight of his struggling, panting, desperate face trying not to cum was gorgeous. That was the face of a breaking man. A hero destroyed, plucked before he even had time to grow. That was what she lived to do...

With both of his openings and his rock-hard cock being raped by her tool there was only one way for her to relieve herself of her lust. She climbed to here his wrists were tied together and grabbed his bound hands. Then, hanging upside down so that ther feet clung to the rope, her green back against his head, she grabbed his hands and grinded her pussy against his fingers. It was messy, but she managed to shove his fingers into herself in a satisfying way, making use of every inch of her victim.

Gabe moaned against his gag as he felt yet another orgasm coming. The goblin laughed as she forcefully fucked his hands. It was pure destruction of his spirit, dignity, and dreams...

*** *** ***

Hours later, Gabe was still bound and the tools still clung to him. He was still cumming, though they were only small squirts now. His rape as at its end.

The goblin lady grabbed his hair and forced  his view down on the floor. It was white and grey with goo.

“Look at this. This, down here, is your potential. Your dreams. Splattered uselessly on the ground.”

Gabe moaned in soft despair as another small, pathetic orgasm dribbled onto the floor. The goblin lady shook her head. She placed a finger under his chin and made him look up at her.

“You will stay safe in your little town. You will make something useful out of yourself. You will avoid even thinking about adventures as long as you love. Got it?”

Gabe nodded.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, poor thing. I’ve just saved your life. I’m not the scariest thing out there in the kingdoms that an adventurer can stumble upon, so you should be happy that I found and raped you when I did. Are you happy?”

He nodded his head.

She smiled and ungagged him.

“Wh...what are you?” Gabe said.

She smirked as she unplugged the fungi from his body.

“We are called the matrilineage guild. And my name is Gabriella.”

She untied the poor man, who dropped to the cum-soaked floor in exhaustion. She then packed up her things, along with much of the poor man’s money and sword (which he wouldn’t be needing any longer) and left him to find his way back to town.

*** *** ***

Miss Riria sat in her study when a letter was slipped through her window. She opened the envelope.

A message from her sister in arms from the guild, updating her on her latest conquests and plans to move on to other villages and towns. Included was, to Miss Riria’s dismay, a detailed account of Gabriella’s encounter with her student, Gabe.

She had warned him not to follow such silly dreams.

But she held no ill will to Gabriella. It had to be done.

The many kingdoms, for years, had been plagued by a problem of male heroes. For every heroine in history there were three male heroes doing just as much. This inequality had been used for years by kings, dukes, and men of all statures and castes to further push society in their favor. As tragic as it was, male heroics had to be stopped. Male heroes must be removed in order to turn society around. An age of heroines was at hand.

She placed the message in her locked cabinet for further reading at a later date. For now there was a more pressing matter. It seemed Gabe, after such a visceral humbling, needed motivation and Miss Riria was to provide it. She would set that boy on the right track to being a contributing member of the town.

She grabbed her coat from her closet, which hung next to her leather and iron traveler’s armor and jeweled sword, and went on her way.

***

[The ending, if you could believe it, was originally going to be way darker. I don’t think this is the last I’ll do in this setting]

Super Duo: A Cape BDSM Story

A quick story wrapped around an idea I had. It involves superheroes, but is mostly about a budding BDSM fetish… I have a few more ideas for these particular characters, exploring a Super, Mortal relationship...



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A blue cape of smooth material. with a lustrous gold frame, connected to a massive frame of muscle. She was wrapped in white kevlar from neck to ankle, and stood on sturdy black boots with blue soles and rims. No symbol upon her breast just yet, as she was fairly new on the super block, but aside from so there was no doubt she was a fully fledged, capable powerhouse. She walked across the small bunker room in pronounced, careful strides, her hands balled into fists. Her gaze focused.

She tossed her hair back and posed. And smirked.

Watching her was a man dressed in black. His ensemble was practical and protective but not without aesthetic appeal. The black bulletproof vest could be overlooked altogether thanks to the much more noticeable sleek shoulder pads and electronic gauntlets. He wore unusual sunglasses with rims made of some sort of technology and dark red lenses. Where his partner exemplified strength and power with her muscular frame and walk, his ensemble painted the picture of the mechanical and engineering genius he was.

He watched his partner-slash-boss and laughed as she posed. She joined as well, obviously cheery about testing out her new uniform. 

“Man, what even is that hair flip?” he said. “I said show me your power pose.”

“Hey! I will do a hairflip when I see my enemy,” she said. 

“Oh? Is your hair bulletproof too? Parry bullets?”

The two had a laugh, admiring their new uniform. They were somewhat frightened inside about their job. As upcoming supers their first job was incredibly important if they wanted to be recognized by the major organizations. Fighting supervillains and street criminals was a service to the people and definitely a noble idea, but they also needed to eat and pay bills and the Justice Ensemble offered grants, loans, and benefits.

The two made their way out of the secretly enormous bunker beneath their basement (hidden via a door behind a shelf) and got ready to pursue a lead.

“I mean this legitimately, though,” the lady said, smiling down at her much smaller partner. “I really do love the outfit. To be able to weave not just program nanomachines but weave them into stylish nylon and kevlar… it’s amazing I found you with just a Craigslist Ad.”

“It’s what I do,” he responded, wishing he could think up a cooler quote.

“And you do it much too well for what I’m paying you,” she said, guiltily. “Anyway, hop on my back. I’m flying us.”

“Alright, Madame Bolt!”

“Strap on tight, Puma.”



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Grant had been a medium fish in a small pond back in his home town. An engineer working at his uncle’s garage work. With the internet he had access to fellow geniuses. Cliques of talented, gifted engineers to whom the greatest goal in life was being hired by a fantastic tech firm. Worshipers of tech giants like Bill Gates, or Hurrit Akkar (known among the hero world as a cold villain).

Grant had different dreams. Not bigger or necessarily more ambitious dreams but great dreams. He idolized the controversial supers of the world. The Justice Ensemble, Do Gooders United, Robots For Justice, and all that they did. He had a few years of vigilantism under his belt in the small crime filled towns of North Ontario.

He wasn’t quite sure what was it that made him make the leap, though. A craigslist ad written by an otherwise unknown superheroine looking for an engineer to design suits? The job would take him to America, relatively far from his home, and would be an incredible risk. What if the start up duo never made it to the big time? What if the money dried up and he was left stranded here? What if his employer was incompetent? What if he was incompetent? So many risks, and yet he took the chance anyway.

Now, holding steady on his new partner’s back, flying over the buildings of Candesfinning City wearing his beautifully designed outfits, the wind in his hair, Grant put away all of the worries in his mind. They still had a long way to go, but the thrill and excitement was intoxicating.

They landed in front of the buildings they knew their targets, a low level cartel base, to be residing in.

Alicia, super name Madame Bolt, set Grant down.

“Alright, Puma,” she said, holding back a grin. This was the first time they were using their super identities, so the campy ridiculousness was still fresh in mind. “I’ll do all of the fighting. Follow behind me, but not too close.”

“Got it, Madame,” Grant said.



*** *** ***

Super fast, bulletproof, and strong enough to easily bench over two thousand kilograms, the low level street gang didn’t stand a chance. Alicia had such a handle on the situation that even when stray bullet was fired in Grant’s direction, a potentially devastating tragedy, she saw it moving as slow as a floating slug and stopped it.

It would have struck Grant in his specially designed bulletproof suit, but he was still happy he didn’t have to take that risk. 

With the gangsters taken care of (most of them hired teens plucked from the streets and only five armed adults), and the evidence of illegal firearms and drugs gathered, Grant hacked the three computers in the building. It was an easy job: even without his advanced equipment these cpus had no firewalls in place. Alicia was watching over his shoulder. She must have been expecting more quick-typing and code on screen because, judging by her face reflection on the monitor, she was somewhat disappointed.

“Nothing big. However, in one of their emails they let slip something about 821 Glasglow Island. A meeting between them and another organization, though they were careful enough not to be specific.” Grant said. “I think we should leave that to the feds, perhaps?”

Alicia shook her head.

“We can handle this better than any feds. Gasglow Island is just a few kilometers east from the piers,” she said.

“In that case we could head their right away, if you like-!”

The two of them heard police sirens outside. Alicia swallowed, nervous. There were rules about supers taking the law into their own hands, and so far the two of them hadn’t stepped of line according to them. However…

“...Do you want to make yourself known?” Grant asked his boss.

“No. Let’s get out of here,” she said.

“Okay. Want me to hop on?” Grant unplugged his USB drive and put it away.

“Nope. Stay still.”

“What do you-?”

Before Grant could get a word in edgewise, Alicia’s cape had expanded in size. It’s nanomachines, designed by he himself, manipulated the fabric and bound around Grant. His arms wrapped together in a tight, inescapable hold, then bound to his sides. His entire body, like a mummy in blue and gold. Shocked and helpless, Grant could only give out muffled cries.

He felt himself being picked up by his larger boss. She held him tightly against him, almost protectively. She was gently holding the back of his head as one would an infant, and another on his thighs, ignoring his squirming.

“Stay still, this is going to be incredibly quick,” she whispered, before lifting up off the ground.

She hopped out the window with Grant bound and in tow, then fled at incredible speed.



*** *** ***



She let him down at the island less than a minute later. Though she set him down feet first as carefully as she could he still fell on all fours. 

“Grant! I’m so sorry,” she said, helping up.

“I… I just need a moment… Woof!” he said, catching his breath. Being bound caught him off guard. And now… he was on Gasglow island now? How?

“I’m sorry, Grant. I didn’t have time to explain. It’s dangerous for a normal person to accelerate as quickly as I can so… So I used the cape you made for me to protect you,” she said. “It was entirely necessary.”

“Alice, it’s… it’s fine. I was just shocked…” Grant said. He was blushing rather hard and turned his back to her. Alice raised an eyebrow at this.

“Grant? You’re not hurt, are you?” She reached for his shoulder but he stepped forward.

“No, I’m fine. It was just frightening. Er…” He cleared his throat. “Are… are we going to have to do that every time you have to fly me really fast?” 

Alice shrugged. “Well… I personally don’t mind. It’s the most effective method we have right now and it doesn’t hinder me in any way. But if you don’t like it maybe we can workshop it? You can whip something up?”

Grant nodded, rubbing his hands together in a way Alice hadn’t seen him do before. 

“Yeah. We’ll do that for now. Maybe I’ll invent a neck brace or something,” he said. He cleared his throat.  “So… this is the island. Should we look up this warehouse and see what the mob wants with it?”

Alicia didn’t answer for a moment. She was watching him, curious about how he was acting… He prayed she wasn’t putting two and two together.

Then she smiled. “Yes. Let’s go.”

She lead the way. Grant sighed and followed her from behind.



*** *** ***


The warehouse, it turned out, was fairly simplistic. No security cameras or even guards. A great many creates full of wrapped goods. Most of them legally owned by, presumably, one of the mob higher ups. But using Grant’s X-Ray tools and Alicia’s speed (and immunity to X-Ray radiation, thankfully) they found a crate of bullets hidden deep in one of the crates, beneath old boxes of cloths and linen. One quick anonymous picture sent to the feds and the two of them left.

Alicia tapped Grant on the shoulder before they left.

“I want to leave as quick as we can, less we’re sighted here and the mob will change tactics before the feds can investigate,”” she said. She beckoned for him to get into her cape.

Grant swallowed.

“Yeah… yeah sure. Just…” He stiffened and turned around. “Go ahead.”

Alicia smirked and wrapped him up in her cape. She held him firmly but carefully. And then they were off, faster than a speeding jet.



*** *** ***



As the weeks proceeded and the two spent almost every day zooming from place to place, Grant began to feel a bit more in his nature. Seeing his tools being used to take down monstrous organizations and help the needy made him happier and more excited than he ever dared. Alicia was similarly giddy, with every successful day celebrated at their home base (currently a modified house’s basement) with Chinese food and Netflix.

It seemed the city had caught on that it had two new vigilantes to worry of (not that they were hiding this at all). Simply by leaving some clues about their names, usually via cleaned, finger print-free notes with their signatures, the two of them had managed to spread the name Madame Bolt and Puma quite far in such a short time.

They still hadn’t decided on an insignia for Madame Bolt’s costume yet, however. They haven’t allowed anyone aside their enemies to even see them yet, so there wasn’t much to present on that front anyways.

One thing Grant still had to get used to was… the travel…

When they flew, generally she would allow him to ride on her back. It would be an awkward position, but the two acknowledged that it was the most efficient way to travel and they were mature about it. The cape between their bodies made the mode of travel less awkward as well, keeping them apart.

It was when a quick escape was needed where things were a bit… uncomfortable. Or rather, and Grant still had barely admitted this to himself yet, entirely too comfortable. Alicia would wrap her bolt all around his body so tight snug… She would cradle his body against her own, supporting the weaker man… And each time it felt much too nice. Much too comfortable.

And, damn it, it was far too arousing...

Grant was certain it would make Alicia far too uncomfortable if she found out just how much he was starting to like it. Would she fire him and find a less… awkward tech guy? Alicia, the great Madame Bolt, his boss and partner, seemed more like a roommate and friend these past few weeks, but he wasn’t so sure their companionship would withstand the test of… whatever this even was.

Little did he know, Alicia knew more than she was letting on…



*** *** ***


“Alicia? What’s the matter?”

Grant had come out of the little tool lab he had in the bunker to see the blonde avenger staring contemplatively at nothing. He sat down in front of her and leaned foreward. She sighed.

“Grant… Are we ever going to show ourselves to the public?” she wondered aloud. 

Grant nodded, thinking it over. He knew this was going to be something they needed to speak about soon. He let her continue.

“I mean… I know it’s my fault, I’m sorry. I mean, you work so hard. Not just making the tools but managing our brand… leaving those little notes and making sure the police see us as allies… And we need to go public one day if we’re ever to attract funding and attention…”

Grant looked over to the trash bin. Filled to the top with take out boxes and fast food bags.

“The funding would be nice,” he admitted. Alicia nodded. She looked so apologetic it hurt Grant.

“Grant… Right now we’re just vigilantes, and I know we have to move on upward to public crime fighting eventually. And though I have the budget to keep going as we are now for a while longer, I don’t want to put you through this if you don’t want,” she said. “I’m sorry that you’re stuck here. You have such talent…”

“Do not apologize,” he said, firmly. “Is the idea of going public really stressing you out?”

She nodded and sighed, leaning back on her chair. Though still muscular and strong, it would be difficult to tell this was the great Madame Bolt herself. The same Madame Bolt who was invincible, powerful, walked with grace and flipped her hair with gusto.

“Yeah, it is. I just don’t feel ready for it. Truth be told, even being an underground vigilante has been a huge step forward. I… I most likely would never have been able to do what we’ve been doing without your support. Not to… you know, guilt you into staying,” she quickly said.

“I want to stay,” Grant said, rather firmly. “If… if you want to keep being a vigilante instead of a full on hero, I’ll stay right here with you.”

Alicia looked surprised. She smiled. “Really? But why?”

“Because… Well… We do important work. But to be honest, that’s not all. Um…” Grant found himself becoming a tad sheepish. He willed himself forward… “Whenever I see you work… Whenever we’re flying across the city, and we solve a crime, it’s amazing. And you let me share in the feeling… of… you know… being a strong hero. I feel like I’ve done more here in this city with you in the past weeks than I ever got done on my own. I’m thankful you let me be a part of this.”

Alicia didn’t say anything, but her expression softened. Her hand crept closer to his own, though Grant didn’t notice and stood up, retracting it. She looked disappointed.

“I mean, we can stay anonymous if you want. I’ll have to take up a part time job, maybe make some extra cash on the side for us. Not sure where I’d-!”

Alicia had, with tremendous arm strength, slid the table between them out of the way and grasped him. She kissed him then and there, holding him tight. Grant closed his eyes, letting go of his thoughts and letting himself enjoy this…

They separated and looked at each other. He looked up at her, and she down at him. They said nothing for a moment. Then Alicia whispered…

“The bunker room…”



*** *** ***

She threw him down onto the queen sized bed. She chuckled as she crawled over him, letting her long blonde hair drape down over his body. Grant, in turn, reached up to stroke and feel her muscled sides and arms. He grasped at her shirt and reached up to kiss her again.She responded vigorously. 

Her knees surrounded him on both sides. Then she got down and pressed her whole body down on him. Since he was much shorter, however, her hips made it only to his thighs. Frustrated, she curled up again, splitting her knees outward so she could comfortably rest her hips over him. Nice and comfortable, and obscenely intimate. She kissed him while holding him down this way.

Grant needed to vocally mumble for her to stop, so he could remove his shirt and shorts. She was halfway doing the same.

“Alicia… don’t kill me, okay?” he whispered to her, half jokingly. She laughed.

“Oh no no, I’ll keep you nice and safe…” she said. Then she stopped trying to remove her shirt. Her expression became thoughtful again.

“Is something the matter?” Grant said. He worried if, maybe, she was already regretting this…

“Stay here…” she said. She got off of him (which disappointed him greatly) and walked out of the room…



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A minute later she came back in… in full hero uniform. Grant smiled at her return, but his face fell a bit when he noticed what she was wearing… 

She grinned mischievously, waving the blue and gold cape around…

“Not fair,” he whimpered. “You get to be Madame Bolt?”

“Well, I personally think Puma’s costume is too, well, hard and rough for bed,” Alicia said, walking back to the bed. She let the cape drape along Grant, who swallowed nervous. His erection, which was already quite visible, seemed to tighten and grow right then and he knew she could see it… There was no kevlar armor to hide it this time…

“But I know that my costume can be a bit more… enticing…” she said. She bent down and lifted his feet. He watched curious… and then in horror and excitement when she wrapped her cape around his feet, binding them tight together just over the ankle… Like rich, nylon socks…

“...You knew?” Grant said.

“Of course. It was so obvious,” she whispered, letting the cape crawl upward, pulling him closer off the bed.

“I’m so sor-!”

The cape pulled him right up and she caught him in a hug.

“Don’t apologize.”

Then she tumbled back down on the bed while holding him against her. She landed on her back and he landed upon her… face right against her chest. The cape tied him down and she held his squirming body…

“Alicia...M-Madame Bolt… Please…” Grant said.

“Please what?” she asked, continuing to bind him up and cradle him.

Grant didn’t know. He was so excited… his naked body bound, feeling the material quite vividly now… She was pressing him against her breasts… He wasn’t afraid of being kept wrapped up… with his hands stuck to his sides, his legs kept together, squirming against the inescapable hold, and her strong, gentle hands cradling him… He was afraid he wouldn’t last long this way… 


But instead of voicing this, all he could do was whimper. Alicia, Madame Bolt, was so mighty… so strong… too strong to push up against… He wanted to be there, wrapped up, played with by her… 

Sure, sex with her as an equal would have been amazing… but…

Her hand was on his ass. She was squeezing it. Grant groaned in pleasure…

“It’s okay, Grant. I’ve felt your erection so many times while carrying you. I know what you want to do. I know what you’re afraid of and I want you to know… it’s okay…”

She rolled over so that she was atop him now. She positioned his wrapped up body so that their crotches would align. His head and face just above her chest… smelling and feeling her cleavage, still covered in the protective kevlar..

“I know you’re a strong, capable hero, and I won’t forget that just because you want me to be your mommy…” she whispered, and gave him dry hump.

The did it and he lost control. It wasn’t how their first time should have gone, really… But as he was mercilessly humped and pleasured within her cape, accepting his place in her power, he didn’t care at all what others would have thought. He loved this feeling…

She wrapped her strong thighs around him, groaning as she humped him nice, thoroughly, uninterrupted… Her strong thighs, her sensitive crotch, in the suit’s fibers, against him… She pressed down just firm enough to squeeze his dick, his balls, just firm enough to scare him, and released very slowly each time… She herself enjoyed this power over him… Oh how she wished he wasn’t so fragile… But that was the beauty of it all, wasn’t it? 

He loved being bound, and she admitted now she loved binding him so much. She loved having this cute little man under her power. In her cape. In her arms. Kept safe by her, but more importantly kept close. She yearned to bind him more. To strap him against her forever, and never let him escape. Never let him free. 

She’d pocket him, encapsulate him, belt and lock him, completely own him if she could. As she thrusted against his wrapped up body she fantasized all of these things… That each thrust was pushing him into her until he was thoroughly caught in her essence. The fact that the cape kept them from feeling each other’s warm skin was frustrating, but it would be worth it… building and building the need they both shared for each other...

She stopped when she could tell that he, and also she, were coming close to cumming… 

He groaned, wanting to continue, but she held him firm and didn’t allow it…

She released him from the safety of the cape, despite his protests… Then she stripped down…

She wrapped not her cape, but her warm, large, muscled body around her precious little super-partner instead. And as she allowed him to insert himself in her before continuing to thrust, she thought: “Yes. Now I’ve really got you bound…”

And she thrusted...



*** *** ***


It was almost morning when they finished, relaxing together in the king sized bed, surrounded with concrete walls, safe from the rest of the world. She still had her legs around his. 

“...I quite enjoyed myself,” she said, breaking the silence. Grant chuckled.

“...Um… so… I guess I shouldn’t make that neck brace I mentioned back when?” he said.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispered.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, her legs wrapped nicely around his.



*** *** ***


“Oh Puma… Come here~” she called for him. Grant turned off the power drill he was using and took off his mask. Still in the smithing apron he left his lab to see his partner, now in more ways than one, standing excitedly. She was in uniform, though her cape covering her up.

“What’s going on?” he said.

“Grant… Next time the police come, I think we should stay and reveal ourselves to them,” she said.

Grant gave a proud smile as well. “So. It’s time for Madame Bolt and Puma to meet the adoring fans?”

Alicia nodded. Then she unraveled the cape revealing her uniform and Puma’s smile fell. 

“Surprise! Since you’re always working so hard on everything-” she began.

“Oh no…” Grant whispered.

“-I decided to design my emblem by myself. What do you think?”

Grant, AKA Puma, the great engineer, stared in horror at the red emblazoned symbol on her uniform, just on her breasts downwards. A wonderful star image, and inside an image a bound up mummy, obviously meant to be him. Just stylistic and abstract enough to be mistaken for something else without context…

“Isn’t it wonderful? It represents our bond and teamwork quite well, I believe,” she said.

“Please change it.”

“See? The star is me,” she said. “And this cocoon here represents…”

“Please… No…”



[The End]