"I torment her." I admit, feeling the slap take away that pain. "I humiliate her." Another slap, and the pain makes it all better. "I hit her." Another strike.
"Like this?" The voice asks, taunting me by running a finger between one agonizingly bruised cheek and the other, stoking my flames higher by running across my sopping mound.
"No." I choke out the words. "I can't. She's too strong. She won't break." My greatest shame. I'd found someone that wouldn't bow to me. Someone that I can't break down and use, and like a petulant child that makes me covet her even more.
"You want her." Taylor's voice. That's who it is, burning the depravity within me to the surface with her cruel words and crueler actions. It isn't a question, at all. She knows. I know. "What do you want her to do."
"Hit me." She does, the blows come quick and sharp across my ass, my thighs, my back and even my cunt. It stings, but the pain feels wonderful, making my body shake with desire. "Humiliate me." Her knee comes forward, pushing roughly against my sopping wet cunt. I'm such a slut, so ready with desire I think perhaps that whole knobby knee will push inside me. Instead she leans forwards, arching over my back to grasp my nipples roughly.
She pulls and twists, like she's trying to milk me, even as her hands maul at my tits. "You don't deserve this." She hisses in my ear. Oh god I don't. I don't deserve this at all, but it feels so good. "You don't deserve to lick my feet." I want to though. Now that the damn is broken I can't stop the flood. I want to lick her all over, anywhere she orders me to, anytime she wants. Anything to keep this fire in my stomach going.
Anything to feel these touches that don't make me want to die of disgust. "I'm better than you." She whispers, releasing my aching breasts and pushing me down into the altar. "In every way. I'm even more merciful. More generous." She teases, walking around in front of me once more. "I'll let you kiss it, and make it all better."
Those panties. Those sexy panties on those sexy hips. I want them so badly that I strain forwards, even before she pulls them to the side, revealing that bare crotch. My restraints hold me back, inches from my prize. "Go on. Kiss it. If you do, I'll give you a reward." She taunts, and I can hear it in the back of my head. That laughing chorus I've heard so often during school, only now they were mocking me as I supplicate myself to stronger person.
I strain forwards even more, stretching my muscles until they ache, trying to close that last inch to my goal. Desperate, I shift states to try and free myself, to try and accomplish my task. The pain shoots through me, but I struggle onwards for a good three seconds. Three long agonizing seconds, before I collapse, my goal unachieved.
"Whore." Taylor spit down at me, stepping out of my reach as I lay panting, taking ragged breaths. My muscles jerk and spasm, uncontrolled and writhing from the wonderful feelings that came from both the pain and my tormentor's words. I want more. I deserve more. "You're not even fit to punish, are you?"
"No..." I whimper softly, a serene smile on my face. I'd tried so hard to break her that I'd broken myself instead. "Thank you for punishing me."
"You're a bad girl Sophia." The sound comes as a whisper. "You don't deserve even this." Her foot comes down on my crotch, grinding roughly against my lips and clit. I'm so wet that it squishes against me, making humiliating noises as it ground against my flesh. I'm so sensitive, so on edge form all the build up that when her big toe splits me open and her heel grinds against my clit I climax.
Hard.
I scream as it tears through me, the rumbling ball of heat that could match the sun floods out through my limbs, grabbing hold of my sore muscles and pulling them hard. My back arches, my breasts grind into the rough stone, my ass thrusts into the air, begging the world to take me how it likes.
I want so much more of her. I want her to use my cunt as her toy, however she likes. I want her to fuck my ass, humiliating me by forcing me to enjoy it. I want to worship her body, every insult coming from her lips like praise for my depravity. I'm a broken toy, and I want to be her broken toy.
"Lick." My eyes are half-hooded, my lungs are burning, desperate for air, and I don't think I can think past the mixture of sensations flooding my mind. Even so, I eagerly lap at the foot in front of my face. The taste of sweat and my own shame is deliciously foul, and I happily embrace it.
* * *
-Emma—
Something's wrong. I knew I shouldn't have left Sophia alone in that machine, it always seems a bit intense the first time, but she's stronger than me, she can handle it, right? But when she came out... I could see how she walked, how she moved. The soreness in her muscles that rivaled recovery from her worst nights as a hero. She winced with every step she took and every move she made.
But that smile... That wasn't right. It didn't look right on her face at all. It was too happy, too carefree. Too relaxed. Sophia didn't relax. Ever. This worried me.
It worried me enough that I wondered if she was going to do something to me, even as she moved past me to use the shower. Even as I watched her, my eyes averting a bit too slowly when she turned to catch me. Even as she smiled knowingly.
It wasn't right, it was different, and I feared for my place in the world. She'd done this before, grown bored of me, and made me do something 'different' to keep her attention. Sure, I'd wound up enjoying such things, but how long could that keep up?
What had she seen in that simulation, that had made her so happy? So relaxed? What did it mean for my place in her life? Judging by her attitude it had to be life-changing.
But this was Sophia. She'd changed my life a dozen times already, and each time was for the best. If she led me into something new, I'd happily follow her, wherever this path wound up taking us.
Turning back to my bag of purchases, I blushed softly. That had been an interesting way of spending an hour. Not an entirely unpleasant one either. Hopefully with these I could continue to satisfy my friend. Friends, really, I was certainly going to share with Madison. I just hope she wouldn't wear them out as quickly as she had the more mundane toys.
"Hmm?" I snapped out of my trance, noticing Sophia had dressed and was talking to Eros. "I don't think I've made anything like that before. Not much call for it really... I could certainly put in a custom order for a set though."
"Please do." Sophia smiled, and I felt a thrill at that. It wasn't the predatory smile I was used to. There was an eagerness there I'd never seen before. I sort of pitied whoever she'd set her sights on.
* * *
-Missy—
My heart is racing. The adrenaline I'd come to love from fighting crime (from a safe distance) was nothing compared to the nerve-wracking rush I receive just from walking into the store. My hands are trembling, and I feel like I may fall over with every step.
Come on Missy, you're a big girl, you can do this. Despite my own mental words of encouragement, my face is positively luminescent under the privacy mask I 'm wearing, and I can feel my bangs start to stick to my forehead.
"Hi!" My heart lurches up into my throat, and it seems to constrict me until I can't speak. Stifling a gasp, I turn around to face my... Attacker? A girl my age, maybe, perhaps a bit younger. "You're new... Hey, are you into being a loli too?"
"A... What?" I blink, trying to figure out what the heck she's talking about. She's kind of cute, Asian I think, with luxuriously long black hair and pale skin. The dress she's wearing makes her look gut-wrenchingly adorable, in a way I could probably pull off if I wanted to look like a kid.
"You used the machine, right? To reduce your age?" She presses. "Oh, where are my manners, I'm Hanabi." Suddenly my hand is grasped and being vigorously shook. "So anyways, isn't this the best thing ever? I mean, I've been trying for months to get my boss into me, you know? I tried everything from well... I tried everything." Her eyebrows wiggle, and she stifles a small giggle.
I give an awkward laugh in response, but the girl just keeps going. "This was all supposed to be a joke, you know? Bit of a prank between tinkers, you know how it is. But oh man does this body drive him nuts! I'm working on a way to stay like this long term at the moment."
"I'm... Uh... I'm Missy." I reply numbly. She's not really that young? She actually wants to be that small and... Underdeveloped? People are into that?
I mean, I guess if she's really old then there's no psychological or emotional damage. Not that capes have any shortage of that already. Fuck, why can't Dean be like her boss. "Great to meet you Missy. Are you looking for anything special? I'm a good friend of Eros, so I know the shop like the back of my hand." She snickers. "So come on, spill, are you looking for a bit of personal fun or are you trying to seduce someone?"
"Ah..." What was I doing here? I mean, if it was possible to seduce Dean... "Probably the former." I admit with a sigh.
"Oh no, I know that sigh." Hanabi smirks. "You don't get to give up that easily. If I can get Kenta to unleash the beast," She leans forwards and stage whispers. "And what a beast it is. You can get whatever man, or woman, is neglecting you."
"I don't know... He's dating someone, and she's a bombshell. Unless you can give me double d's..."
Hanabi snorts, giggling like a schoolgirl. "On you? You'd fall over and wouldn't be able to get up." She hesitates, her eyes going dim for a moment. "Now there's a thought. Incapacitating some do-gooders by making them so top heavy they bend over? Oh, I've got to write that down." She reaches into the basket on her arm, pulling out a stack of note paper and a pencil. Underneath are... Grenades?
"Right, well... I'm not sure he'll ever be interested in little old me." I sigh, falling back into my own self pity.
"Ah, there's your problem." Hanabi snaps up, grabbing my arm. "The trick to landing a man, any man worth your while, is simple. Repeat after me. 'I am awesome.'"
"Um... I am awesome?"
"No no, you've got to mean it. Seriously. Think of all your most badass moments. The coolest stuff you've ever done, the kind you think about and go 'damn it's good being me'. Draw them all up, like you're going to cast a patronus of awesome."
"A what?" I blink. "Is that... From some kind of anime?"
"What? That's racist!" She hits me lightly on the arm. "Though, I should probably show you Gurren Laggan, but that's mostly for guys... Anyways, you need to draw up all that inner awesome that makes you so wonderful."
"That sounds like narcissism." I deadpan.
"It's not narcissism if it's true." She shoots back. "Try it."
"Alright." I take a moment, and a few deep breaths, and dredge up a few positive memories. "I am awesome." I say with a bit more confidence.
"Needs more work. Be sure to practice regularly." Hanabi states firmly. "Anyways, step two. If you're awesome, what kind of guy do you deserve?"
"An... Awesome one?" I get a nod in response.
"And if a guy doesn't realize you're awesome, what is he?"
"Not awesome?"
"An idiot." She states firmly. "Do you really want to date an idiot? I mean, some idiots are hot, so you can wrangle them in and let them fuck you senseless, but in the long run..."
"Anyone who doesn't realize how awesome I am isn't worth my time." I finish for her. "But Dean is..."
"Then you need to wake him up." She states simply. "First though, you need to work on your self confidence. When's the last time you had an orgasm?"
"W-what?" I squeak, blinking at the sudden change of direction.
"I mean a real one. The kind that makes you see fireworks, and causes your toes to curl like bacon in a frying pan? One of those?" She pushes.
Shit. I'd had those before, I know it, but... Well, they were few and far between. "Uh..."
"Right, this is worse than I thought." She states seriously. "Eros! We have an emergency!"
I'm rather surprised when the store owner comes out of the back room. She doesn't look old at all, really, with only a few curves on her rather toned body. That, and she looks only half dressed. Her hair is a mess, and she's wiping something off her hands and onto a rag on her belt. "Hey, Hanabi, what's up?"
"This is Missy, she hasn't had a real orgasm in like, forever." I pout a bit at that, it hasn't been that long.
"No shit?" Eros raises an eyebrow at me. Of course, she knows I'm not supposed to be here. Despite what Hanabi thinks, I am certainly not old enough. "Well then... Let's get started. Any kinks? Fetishes? Unusual masturbation habits we should be aware of?"
"W-what? N-no I'm-"
"Don't say normal." Eros interrupts. "There's no such thing. Everyone's got something, multiple somethings usually, we just need to find out what your thing is."
"Right... I'm really just trying to get a boy's attention." I state honestly. "He doesn't see me as anything but..."
"Hmm, clothing then? We have a few good outfits near the back. A lot of it is cosplay, costumes and stuff, but we can probably make something work." Really? I didn't come here for clothing. I don't even know what I really came here for. Something to prove I'm not a kid, I guess.
"Here we are." She brings me over to a rather spacious area filled with clothing racks. "All of it's spider silk. Incredibly durable, bullet proof actually, as well as water and stain resistant. A few local parahumans do most of the work for me, the pay's pretty good, and totally worth it for the quality."
Oh god, they have my costume here. It's right there on the rack, staring at me. Why the hell does a sex toy store have my costume? And why does it look like it's even better quality than mine? "So what should I get?"
"Panties, at least." Hanabi pipes up. "Trust me, this silk? It's heavenly. Slick enough that you just can't quite get enough friction rubbing yourself through it. It'll drive you insane."
"Isn't that a bad thing?" I frown, looking at the rather sheer-looking fabric.
"Oh god no, it's all about the build-up. You've got to put a lot of time and effort into it, letting it all coalesce before BOOM! Mindblowing." She makes the hand gestures of explosions going off, and gives a few sound effects as well.
I tried to stay focused as they picked out items for me. Eros seemed to be a big fan of spandex, claiming that tube tops and bike shorts get all of the right attention. Hanabi was more preferential towards skirts and bloomers, claiming I had a perfect 'loli-butt'.
"I really don't know... Shouldn't I be going for something more adult?" I frown at the pile of clothing. "Like, black dress and heels?"
