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Courtney smelled his cock before he spoke.
It was a dense, almost murky and heavy odor, filling her lungs with every borrowed breath she took. The sour scent of sweat, a musk accumulated after a hard day of work, was all trapped in the confines of likely equally grungy clothes. The heat emanating off him was palpable, like a bonfire, and she felt the hair in her nostrils prickle. But she’d never see it, or him, the blindfold latched and locked around her head made everyone practically invisible.
“Hey Invisibitch,” a gravelly voice, like a bulldog’s growl, sounded high above her head. “Open up.”
Every muscle in her body itched to strike him in the balls. But her wrists were clapped in steel cuffs to the flush valve at the top of the toilet. Her bubble ass, tight but still a healthy handful, barely perched on the edge of the bowl. Each ankle was drawn to the handrails on either side of the bathroom stall, clapped in even tighter metal bindings.
They’d stripped her of everything except her cropped pink jacket and heavy combat boots, a reminder and proof of who she’d been. Her perky breasts and darker pierced nipples were subjected to pulling, pinching, slapping, and finally smothered beneath a layer of cummy sludge. Even now, it oozed down between her nonexistent cleavage to her navel, before becoming lost in the tangle of her pubic grove.
“I said…”
THWAK!
Courtney’s head lurched to the side, the cock smacking the side of her face so hard her head spun. The stickiness of his sweat remained long after she parted her plump lips, tilted her head back, and opened wide until the skin around her mouth strained.
“Fucks sake,” the bulldog voice chuckled, “what the hell happened to you? Not that I’m complaining.”
It was a rhetorical question; nobody expected her to speak anymore. If anything, she was encouraged not to if she wanted solid food tonight. Everything needed to be said was written on her body or the bathroom stall walls. She hadn’t read them, but it made every visitor laugh. There must’ve been a tally, given the squeak of a marker every time someone finished with her.
“Head back a little more,” the man grunted.
Courtney did as he asked, suspecting where this was going.
Pthew
His spit plopped on her tongue. She was beyond the point of disgust to care. Closing her mouth, she gulped loudly to prove her obedience before letting it slide down her throat. Popping her mouth open again, she showed him she’d been a good girl.
“God, it’s almost not even fun,” the man muttered.
Two hands, rough with calluses, scooped her up beneath her ass cheeks. Lifting her effortlessly, the heat of his cock was suddenly resting on her swollen and sore cunt lips. He wasn’t big; he was massive, easily as thick as her wrist. Courtnet shuddered, and her eyes would’ve been wide with fear if she could open them.
“But I think I could still get some enjoyment out of this.”
She wasn’t supposed to speak, but Courtney couldn’t suppress her cries when his doorknob-sized cockhead tried to wedge its way into her hole. With each centimeter he gained into her strained cunt, she wanted to convince herself she didn’t deserve this treatment. But deep down, she knew she did.
If only she’d made better choices.
Months Ago
Betraying friends was supposed to be hard.
But, then again, she wasn’t friends with any of these fuckers.
They were all wannabe supervillains who settled for being amateur criminals. Even then, they’d failed and become glorified janitors, cleaning up messes the real heroes wouldn’t bother with. All those dispatch calls to find lost cats or talking to podcasters, no superhero would be caught dead doing things so trivial.
No, Courtney was different. She’d worked for Shroud, been put under the knife to fight at his side. She’d gone through hellfire none of those washed-up assholes could withstand. If anyone deserved to stand beside real heroes, it was her. But she’d need to settle for standing on their graves.
And yet, she’d screwed up. A lot. All in one day.
Robert’s speech was impressive, especially for an impromptu pep talk. But she’d expect nothing less from Mecha Man, even if he was the third one. But it hadn’t changed the outcome. Lightningstruck made off with 20 million in diamonds. She couldn’t even blame Robert for it; she was the one who spent a few extra seconds flipping the fucker off. That earned her a zap to the chest.
Now, here she was, sitting across from a guy who looked like the manager of a gas station. He was doing that “I’m disappointed in you” expression glued to her parole officers' and guidance counselors' faces. The boardroom accentuated her sense of déjà vu. The desk between them, the stale lights, and even the scent of carpet cleaner. It was like being back in the principal’s office.
“I think you know why we’re here,” Robert started. He kept eye contact, even though her boots were squarely planted between them on the table. He was all so serious and stoic, like he was poised on a gargoyle. God, it made her sick.
“No shit,” Courtney puffed a strand of purple hair out of her eyes. “I fucked up, yeah, it happens. Turns out I had an off day on the one day it matters.”
“Visi—”
“Don’t call me that. Robbie.”
“Alright, let’s get straight to the point. You’re the lowest on the leaderboard. You sabotaged several of your teammates today, multiple times—”
“So did—”
“And when it mattered, when you had every opportunity presented to you, you still treated this like a game.”
“You don’t think this is all some big—”
“There are people who want to be here. To make their lives and others’ lives better. It’s clear to me you’re not one of them. Pack up your things, you’re—”
“Screw that.”
“Excuse—”
Courtney lunged across the table, knocking Robert backwards against the floor. He landed hard, his head thudding against the carpet. His eyes fluttered before a scowl stretched over his face.
“I’m impressed,” she puffed, knee against his throat, “most people would’ve been out from that. I guess you are some big-time superhero. Which means you get another love tap.”
THWAM!
Propping Robert back up in the chair, she zip-tied his hands behind his back. His muscles were surprisingly more pronounced than she had expected for his dad bod, but she wasn’t going to complain. It wasn’t like he would either, given the masking tape over his mouth. Still, she didn’t have a lot of time. Although the office was empty and the cameras were disabled, there was still a chance that someone could return.
Knocking his legs to the sides, Courtney carefully knelt between them. His work pants weren’t anything special, but his striped socks were. God, it’s like he was trying to dry up all the pussies. Whatever, she had a job to do.
Unbuttoning his pants, she drew his zipper down in one quick tug. God, was he wearing the same boxers she caught him in several days ago? They smelled clean. He must buy them in packs. How did someone in a giant suit of armor live like a broke boy? Again, it didn’t matter. He was a mark, and as soon as she finished with him, it was back to business. She yanked his pants down a way and—
“Fuck…”
Courtney gaped at Robert’s girthy cock. The man wasn’t even conscious, and he was already impressive. He was circumcised, because of course a superhero was, and he literally flopped out of his pants. It wasn’t obscenely huge, at least not that she could tell; he wasn’t hard yet.
Wiggling her dainty fingers, she carefully wrapped them around his shaft. It was warm and smooth, clean, but smelled like cheap soap you could pick up at a dollar store. Was this guy really Mecha Man? At least he wouldn’t taste bad; she couldn’t stand dirty cocks.
Slowly breathing in and out to prepare, she lifted Robert’s fat cock with one hand. Even soft, she could barely wrap her fingers around the damn thing. It had a heft to it, and for a moment, she felt like a small girl confronted with something large and scary. But she smothered that, jumped into the deep end, and took his cockhead in her mouth.
Dragging her tongue along it, she felt how smooth he was. He was swelling a little, but not enough to get even close to cumming. She sucked more of him in, sliding her pillowy lips onto his shaft. God, the whole head was a mouthful. But she still began sucking. She wasn’t an expert at this, but how good did you really need to be? Dick goes in mouth. Easy.
One hand still wrapped around his shaft, she pumped up and down while slipping more of him inside. Damn, he was big. There was no way she would ever be able to take all of him. Even now, the head was already nearing her throat. Sucking would need to be enough.
Sealing her lips around him, she suckled while massaging his cock with her tongue. Her hand pumped him faster while her fingers fondled his balls. They were so fucking big, what the hell did they feed this guy? Or maybe he hadn’t cum in a while? Shame. A cock like this deserved to be enjoyed.
What the hell was she thinking? Fucking make the bastard cum. That’s all. She doubled her efforts, bobbed her head up and down while making swallowing motions. Her jaw was already feeling a bit sore by the time it happened.
It was a twitch. Just a twitch. But with that twitch came a slight spurt of precum. Courtney’s eyes flew open, feeling the milky liquid swish around her mouth. It was warm, a bit thicker than spit, and almost felt nice. She played with it a bit in her mouth before she heard him grunt.
Eyes darting up, she caught Robert coming to. She’d been careful not to leave any bruises on him. But he still looked dazed. But not dazed enough to not begin struggling.
Popping him out of her mouth, Courtney grinned and flopped his cock around with her hand.
“Hey, Robbie…” she licked the side of her mouth. “Looks like you’ve been a bad boy.”
Eyes focused again, his brows raised, and he shouted into the gag.
“How will it look when Robbie Robertson, the great Mecha Man, took advantage of one of his subordinates? I mean, it can’t look good, right? Another rich, white guy in power subjecting a poor, reformed criminal of color? What will the tabloids say? Betcha it’ll ruin your whole legacy.”
Robert glared, shouting something into the gag.
“What’s that? You think your friends will stand with you? Chase already hates me; maybe he was in on it, too? And what would poor Blazer think? Y’know, us girls stick together. Plus, a scandal like this could sink the whole company. Throwing you to the wolves would be the easy choice.”
Robert struggled against the zip-ties.
“But don’t worry, I have an easy out for you,” Courtney grinned. “Just don’t cum.”
Then she shoved as much of him in her mouth as she could. He bumped the back of her throat, but she forced herself to show some amount of confidence. She locked her lips around his dick and began slurping loudly. She gripped him in both hands, stroking madly. His muffled sounds of anger turned to grunts and moans. Too easy.
Slipping him out, she used her spit to jerk him faster.
“What’s the matter, Robbie? Haven’t been with someone this hot in a while? Don’t worry, I won’t tell if you don’t. I bet you’d cum if I flashed my cunt at you, right?” She began moaning the rest, “Oooooh Robbie! You’re gonna make me cuuuum! Oh gawwwwd, you’re so goooood at this!” She rocked her hips. “Yeah, yeah, fuck me, Robbie! Fuck me!”
Robert glared, but his cock told a different story. He was leaking precum liberally now.
“Will you cum for me, Robbie?” Courtney moaned, holding his cock in front of her lips. “I’ve been such a good girl for you. I came SOOO hard. You’re the best I ever had… please, Robbie?” Like a helpless and pitiful girl, she whispered, “Please cum for me.” And pressed her lips against the tip of his cock in a gentle kiss.
Robert’s neck craned back as he spurted his load over her face. Like the precum, it was warm and thick. It shot thick ropes over her features, bathing her in his seed. She aimed him all over her face, her hair, and her top. But even after eight shots, the man was still cumming.
“Alright, just this once.”
She slipped her mouth over the head and sucked.
He quickly filled her mouth with his thick seed. It didn’t taste great, but the least she could do was swallow it. She’d be blackmailing him tomorrow into being her bitch. This was the last time he’d ever feel good for months.
Swallowing the healthy load, she felt the sludge slip down her throat and into her belly. She took a deep breath before blowing against the tip of his cock. It was softening, finally spent.
“There we go,” Courtney grinned, her face smothered in his cum. She fished his phone out of his pocket and pointed it down at her. It was easy to do the poor lost girl look, maybe even well up some tears, but that might be overkill for what was about to be an obvious case of—
The door swung open.
“Robert?” Sonar stuck his head in. “I heard—”
“Oh fuck.”
Courtney went invisible, darting around the room. Maybe if she was quick enough, she could—
Sonar’s eyes followed her easily, “You’re covered in sperm.”
Before she could wipe it away, a razor shot out, pinning her jacket to the wall.
“Shit!” Courtney accidentally slipped out of invisibility as Coupé swaggered in.
“Well, turns out the bitch is also a slut,” the woman smirked.
“Fuck you!”
“You okay, boss?” Sonar gently pulled the tape off Robert’s mouth and sliced the zip tie off.
“Hey, Sonar,” Coupé clucked her tongue. “You said you wanted to see boobs, right?”
Courtney writhed, “No, wait!”
But it was too late, Coupé cut open her crop top. Her small tits were out in the open, along with the Red Ring tech beneath them.
“Holy shit—” Sonar’s white eyes widened. “Is that—does that mean?”
“Yeah,” Robert fastened his pants. “It does.”
“I can explain—”
“No, it’s my turn to talk now,” Robert said, standing up and stalking toward her. “This is how things are going to work now…”