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Ambush! Raptor, the robo-tailed Griffon grabbed me from behind without any warning, firmly gripping my biceps and lifting me into the air on his wings. High up in the air, he brought his mechanical tail down between his legs and mine. The tip of the tail was brought up to the crotch of my leotard and began rubbing me through the thin fabric, vibrating as it did so. It took only a few seconds before I was hard in my spandex, aroused to no end by Raptor's stimulation.

"Aaaaah, let go!" I yelled, the cool night air blowing against my bare legs, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Ya like that, don't ya, Streak?" said Raptor, a malicious grin across his beak.

At this altitude, in this position, there really wasn't much that I could do except give in to the stimulation, allowing him to fondle me through my own costume. Now panting heavily, I stopped resisting and allowed him to have his way with me. It wasn't long before the crotch of my leotard began filling with pre-cum.

"Your inability to react in time to this ambush disappoints me, child..." said Falcon in my mind.

"I... hngggg... I'm gonna... ohhhh..." I stammer between breaths.

"Shush now, hot stuff..." said Raptor, right in my ear. "I'm not gonna kill ya..."

I couldn't believe this was happening. I, Streak, was being abused by this villain! As I felt my thick cream pour into my leotard, an intense sense of shame and humiliation washed over me, held thousands of feet in the air, straddled and used by a petty thief!

I was Streak, a superhero, successor to the original Streak and protector of Beacon City. I had the power of omni-perception, strength, and athleticism, gifted to me by Falcon, the magical entity that was bonded with me. My costume consisted simply of a tight and shiny high-cut blue leotard and matching boots. I filled out my costume perfectly with my lithe and athletic build. Where the original Streak was a white wolf, I was a fox, but my fur is also white, made such by Falcon to hide my true identity.

Now, however, I felt like a loser. I was rapidly approaching orgasm and Raptor was showing no signs of slowing, holding me in the air from behind by my arms as his mechanical tail stimulated the burning arousal in my costume.

"No! You're... mmmmm... you're gonna make me cum...!" I yelled, starting to thrust my hips from the pleasure.

"Yeah, I know." said Raptor. "Don't hold back, just release..."

I was throwing my head back, Raptor's beak nuzzling my neck. The pressure in my loins was immense, and all my efforts were focused on not giving my captor the satisfaction of me climaxing for him. I held on for as long as I could.

"Just release, little fox..." he said.

His words aroused me as much as his actions and I couldn't hold back any longer. The pressure exploded from my loins and I could feel the warm fluid spurting into the fabric. I was overwhelmed with intense pleasure as my orgasm hit, moaning loudly as Raptor continued his pleasurable torture. After what seemed like forever it finally concluded, my leotard utterly soaked. But Raptor didn't stop and the mechanical tail continued to stimulate me through the smooth blue material.

"That's more like it!" he said smugly. "But I know you got more in ya! Come on, give me all ya got!"

Raptor wore only a shiny purple thong that pressed into the back of my leotard with his own arousal. A villainous Griffon with a mechanical tail and wings, I was tracking him all across the city due to his recent crime spree. It was unfortunate that I happened to find him this way, ambushed from behind the corner of a whole building, snatched up and flown high into the night sky. Despite my increased strength and agility, he had me in the perfect position to prevent me from escaping, for if I did, I would surely fall to my death.

"Come on, almost there..." he was saying in my ear. His tail wasn't slowing down as it slid inside my leotard, vibrating against me directly as it pushed against the blue fabric.

"N-no... please... ahhhh..." I said slowly, consumed in pleasure. "I don't think I can take another climax!"

"Shhh..." Raptor said. "Don't resist. Almost there. Just cum... cum... cum..."

"No, please...!"

"Come on, hot stuff! You can do it! Almost there! Just cum!"

"You must resist!" said Falcon. "You cannot allow him to triumph over you again, or you will surely be defeated..."

The sensations became unbearable. Try as I might, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I screamed in ecstasy as I was hit by my second climax, the pressure exploding into my costume. My thick cream was oozing from the sides of the fabric as I emptied myself into the shiny leotard. Raptor was enjoying every moment of this.

As my second climax finally ended, the pleasure subsiding, I blacked out. Raptor released his grip on my arms and allowed my limp body to fall for a few moments before catching me. He wrapped his arms around me and flew off, my soaked body in his embrace. He gently caressed my lithe frame through the fabric of my costume, occasionally moving down to rub my soaked bulge.

"We got plans for you, kiddo!" he said into my ear.

After flying for a while we arrived in an alleyway. Raptor slung me onto his shoulder, then kicked open a manhole and started down into the darkness. He walked for some time, carrying me on his shoulder as he traversed the dark tunnels, lit only barely by the malfunctioning lights above. Finally he came to a metal door, knocked seven times, and then entered when it opened.

Our surroundings completely changed. We were in a wide marble hallway with a red carpet running through the centre. In my half-asleep state, my arms swaying from side to side as I dangled over Raptor's shoulder, I could see the hallway was lined with glass tubes on either side of the carpet. Inside, suspended in each, were other superheroes! They were each frozen in some kind of hardened liquid, a plaque adorning each one displaying their names. There were no vitals screens or any kind of monitors so it was, unfortunately, safe to assume they were dead. Some, however, were floating in a non-hardened liquid, bubbles flowing up from beneath. Could those ones somehow be alive?

I saw Vindicator in the first tube on the right. He was a lizard wearing purple briefs, boots and gloves over green spandex, gifted with the power of super strength. The front of his briefs were tented out, as were the bodies of the other defeated male heroes. Perhaps they all died in this state of arousal. Vindicator went missing last year and was never found. A shame because he was always one of my favourites, and a good friend too in the short time I knew him. He helped me get started in the whole superhero business. Sadly, without his guidance, I had only been getting my butt kicked all this time, so I dedicated myself to finding out what happened to him.

The first hero in the tube on the left was Minerva, the female leopard with telekinesis. I never knew her, but like all the others in this hallway, she had simply vanished without a trace. She wore a pink and white metallic bustier, thong, thigh-high boots and long gloves. The sheen on her costume glistened from the lights above.

The sight of all the tented costumes only aroused me further in my half-asleep state. Further along I saw Steelbadger, the invulnerable honey badger wearing shiny silver gloves, boots, cape, eye mask and speedo over white spandex. It was unfortunate that his invulnerability could not save him.

In a liquid tube I saw Berserk, the highly muscular panther well known for his incredible rage and ferocity against villains. He wore an orange leotard over red spandex. In another I saw Typhoon, the acrobatic Dalmation with the ability to control the winds around him. He wore a a blue cape and high-cut blue speedo over aqua spandex with a symbol on his chest representing the power of the wind.

But none was more important to me than the number one catch at the end of the hallway: Streak, my predecessor. Like me, he wore a shiny blue leotard and matching blue boots, but unlike me, he was a white wolf. Like all the other male heroes, his suit was still tenting in the hardened substance. His eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling with his head thrown back. His arms were out to his sides and his legs were slightly spread as they hung there. The whole sight only furthered my arousal and I could feel pre-cum dripping once again into my own costume that had nearly dried. The plaque on his tube didn't give his name, but instead only read "One dumb superhero".

From here, Raptor turned right and proceeded down another corridor. Opening a large mahogany door, he carried me inside. The sound of laughing and talking reached my ears. Up ahead was a large table, around which sit many individuals partaking in a large feast. These were the villains responsible for all this! I could recognise several of them.

Barbaricos, the male Labrador Retriever with mind-control powers wearing only a loosely hanging loincloth. Fice, the dragon with the power to create and control fire and ice, wearing light blue spandex with a red flame pattern that resembled a thong at her pelvis. Venus, the leopard sister of Mercury, also possessing telekinetic powers, her identity concealed behind the full-body gray spandex she wore under a light purple thong and cape. Dirtbag, the Australian Doberman with a body of brown slime, well known for his cruelty. Then finally Deception, sitting at the end of the table, the wingless vulture with the ability to create hallucinations. All the others I failed to recognise, but there were a ton of them.

"Look what I got!" yelled Raptor in the direction of the table, still carrying me on his shoulder.

The room we were in was old-fashioned and plush, wood panelling lining the walls, like an expensive Victorian mansion. Above us hung fancy chandeliers, and a fireplace sat at the far end of the room where several more villains were sitting on couches and armchairs, talking amongst themselves. They too turned around to see what Raptor had caught.

Dirtbag, his skin dripping and writhing, turned around, leaning an arm on the back of his seat at the table.

"Whoa, nice catch, mate!" he said as Raptor took me off his shoulder and held me out on both of his strong arms.

"Alright then, put the old chap in the restraining device if you don't mind." said Deception in his posh British accent. The loincloth-clad Barbaricos nodded towards Deception and his eyes lit up, then so did Raptor's and the Griffon complied, carrying me over to the opposite side of the room from the fireplace. Was Raptor under mind control?!

At the end of the room was a ring-like metallic device, large restraining cuffs at the top and bottom. Without resistance from me, Raptor lifted my limp body into the device, putting my legs into the lower restraints and fastening them afterwards. Then he spread my arms wide above me and locked my hands into the upper restraints. As he did this, the bulge of his shining purple thong rubbed against the bulge of my leotard. I couldn't resist in letting out a quiet moan, but Raptor clearly took notice and grinned. When he was finished restraining me spread-eagle in the device, he took a moment to continue rubbing his bulge over mine, then retracting to cup my spandex-clad arousal in his talons and gently massage it.

Raptor's stimulations were evoking more quiet moans from me in my drowsy state, but he stopped as Dirtbag walked over, along with Deception and Barbaricos. "I've been lookin' forward to meetin' you, Streaky! I knew your predecessor VERY well, inside and out!" said Dirtbag. He laughed, and so did Deception.

"I have to admit," continued Dirtbag. "You're a pretty good lookin' one..." He looked my lithe body up and down, admiring my form inside the skimpy costume. He then slowly stretched a long, slimy tendril from where his right arm used to be. It moved around beside my hips and landed on my soft rump under my tail, where it began stroking gently.

My arousal was quite visible inside the stretchy fabric as it tented my costume. "P-please don't kill me..." I said, realising the gravity of my situation, surrounded by all these powerful villains.

"Shhh, we're not gonna kill you, Streaky..." said Dirtbag as he continued his molestation of my shivering behind.

The other villains weren't doing or saying anything. They simply watched with satisfaction as Dirtbag had his way with me. His slimy appendage was sliding all over my rear, occasionally pressing into my costume which evoked more moans from me.v

"You... mmmmmm... you fiends..." I managed to stammer out.

Clearly they were more than happy to see a hero be humiliated like this. I wondered if this is what the other heroes in the tubes had went through.

I felt the slimy substance slide down, between my legs, and up to the bulge of my leotard. I was now caressed from both the front and back. "We just want a new slave..." said Dirtbag.

"We can always use the numbers, old boy." said Deception.

"Like so many others, your mind shall belong to us..." said Barbaricos.

At this point I realised: Dirtbag, Deception and Barbaricos were the leaders of this league of villains, controlling the minds of the other villains and brainwashing them to change their loyalty. I hoped they wouldn't do the same to me. I'd rather die than be evil!

Another villain sitting at the table was rubbing furiously at the bulge of his own tight costume, a rhino in black spandex under a glowing cyan speedo. I was rapidly approaching another orgasm and Dirtbag wasn't slowing, only going faster. I was panting and moaning loudly, the pressure in the crotch of my suit rising immensely, the pleasure almost too great. Being abused like this, I couldn't deny that I was enjoying it.

"You're failing!" I heard Falcon say. "You must resist! Do not allow pleasure to deprive you of your free will as your predecessor did!"

"I can feel you're just about ready to cum, mate!" Dirtbag said. "So hold in there for a second..."

I could suddenly feel the slimy substance move into my leotard and smother my arousal, fiercely masturbating me as I moaned loudly. My body convulsed as I could feel myself about to release when suddenly I felt him slide into my urethra, preventing my from reaching my climax. I was now utterly lost in pleasure and I couldn't cum!

"I did this to the last Streak..." said Dirtbag, right in my ear, leaning in close. "You're not cummin' any time soon, kid..."

The restraining device suddenly began to rotate, turning over backwards, my back facing the ground. Dirtbag kept on stimulating me, the pleasure incredible! He moved around me, his sticky appendage still tethered to the crotch of my shiny costume. He was standing right above me, lowering his head down to mine and placing his gooey snout on mine. I could feel his slimy tongue work its way into me, exploring every corner of my mouth. I let out loud but muffled moans as he had his way with me, the pressure in my loins eagerly waiting to explode out, but still unable.

Barbaricos had walked up to my legs and was rubbing his paws along the inside of my thighs, rustling my red fur as he caressed me. "Stop resisting. Give in to us completely and we will allow you your release..." he said.

I could feel my will slipping. Barbaricos's eyes started to glow and I could feel a tug at the back of my mind urging me to express my complete and utter submission to my captors. I wanted to give up and let them take control of me so much, but I knew that I couldn't give up like that.

Dirtbag's free paw was stroking through the fur on my head when he pulled away from his kiss. "You wanna cum, don't you?" he said.

"P-please... mmmmm... please let... please let me cum..." I was saying, panting heavily, desperate to finally climax and release into my costume.

"Not yet. There's something I wanna hear first..." said Dirtbag, leaning into my ear.

I couldn't take it any more. I had to release so badly!

"Please let me cum... master..." I said.

At this Dirtbag immediately withdraw from inside me, tearing his slimy appendage away from the crotch of my leotard. The feel of that little strand of goo sliding out of me was all it took. I let out an almost primal moan as my body seized and bucked against the restraints holding me, my orgasm exploding from deep within my loins, soaking the entire crotch of my costume as I lost control and surrendered to my body and my captors. The intense climax seemed to go on and on, my body and mind now broken as I felt a soft warm curtain wrap around my consciousness.

Eventually the intense pleasure subsided and the tent in my costume lowered. Barbaricos continued to caress the vulnerable fur on my bare legs, drawing further moans from me in my delirium. Barbaricos's eyes were still glowing and I could feel a sense of security envelope me. I felt like I belonged, like I was in my place. Of course, I knew too well that he was invading my mind violating my free will and turning me into an obedient slave. But for some reason I didn't care. I welcomed this new feeling, this perfect contentment with life. I didn't even notice the fluids seeping from my leotard, or that the fabric of my costume was now soaked with my sweat.

"There, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" said Dirtbag.

My will all but destroyed, I humbly accepted Barbaricos into my mind, dominating my thoughts and rearranging my desires to suit their purposes. I didn't even try to resist. "I am sorry I could not save you, Matt. But I will not leave you..." I heard Falcon say. I then felt him retreat to the deepest part of my subconscious, hiding away for the right time to try and rescue my will.

The villains started to return to the table to talk amongst themselves more. Barbaricos was the last to leave. "Your body forced you to submit to me, and your body will be rewarded many more times in the future if you serve us obediently." I felt sad as he walked away. I longed for them to ravish my tender, lithe body once again. But after a while they did indeed return, and they brought me to orgasm again, then again and again, for what must have been hours. I completely lost track of all time, and after a while, they eventually stopped, giving me some much needed rest as I continued to lie in my restraints.

Then everyone went quiet. Someone had entered the room. A female lizard, no, a snake, was approaching me. I was too tired to move, but I saw her enter my field of vision as she stood behind my head. She brought her arms up to grasp the sides of my head, leaned in, and kissed me herself, connecting her scaly snout to my furred snout. I felt her tongue sliding around my mouth, her saliva merging with my own. This simple action was all it took for me to orgasm once again, sending the last of my seed into my stained and ruined costume. I moaned into her own mouth as the intense pleasure continued.

After what seemed like forever, she finally drew back. She was wearing only a high-cut red leotard, her feet bare, perfectly showing off every curve of her body as my own costume did. There were two circular windows on the front of her leotard, one exposing her navel and the other exposing the scales just below her chest.

"I've never seen anyone climax that hard before..." she said, her voice soothing and seductive. She moved her hand to rub at my soaking bulge.

"I will be your Mistress from now on. Do you understand?" she asked.

I didn't even hesitate when I responded. "Yes, Mistress..."

She was grinning with satisfaction. She pressed a few buttons on the nearby control panel and the restraining device re-oriented itself, moving me upright. Then the restraints opened and I fell to the floor. Slowly and weakly I worked my way to my feet, slouched over, my arms hanging limply in front of me. She lifted a scaly hand up to my snout, lifting my head for her to stare me in the eyes. "You're a good little pet, aren't you? Now, on your knees.

I complied instantly, kneeling on the ground. Right under me was a puddle of my cum that had gathered from my hours of pleasurable torture, having fallen from my costume while I was restrained. I felt even greater contentment here, on my knees in front of my Mistress. It felt like the most natural position in my life, like I was born this way.

"Your uniform is soiled with your submission," she was saying. "Your mind is filled with a desire to serve your Mistress. You completely and utterly belong to us, belong to me. But you like that, don't you? You want to cum for your owners..."

"Yes, Mistress... I want to cum so much..." I responded.

She was entirely right. My will destroyed, my body dominated, my costume filled with my seed... and I only wanted more...

"Good boy... Now, I think it's your bedtime, my pet..."

She signalled to Raptor and Dirtbag and they came over. Was she the true leader of this organisation? Hooking their arms under mine, Raptor and Dirtbag lifted me to my feet and dragged me back to the main hallway. They dragged me over to an empty tube, the words "Streak 2" on the front plaque. Behind was a stairway leading up to the top. Slowly and caringly they walked me up the stairs and gently lowered me into the clear liquid the tube was filled with. I shuddered as I felt the liquid over my fur, then over my costume as it cleansed me of the cum I had stained myself with.

Then my head went under and my lungs were filled with the fluid, but somehow I could still breath! Perhaps this was some kind of liquid oxygen. Regardless, the fluid felt wonderful over my spandex leotard and I couldn't help but become aroused once again. I realised that the other superheroes floating in liquid were also alive, and were probably slaves to these villains just as I was.

"Well, hot stuff," said Raptor, walking up to a control panel by the tube. "Sleep tight..." He turned a dial and pressed a button. The waking world suddenly left and my dreams came upon me. This is where I am now, and tomorrow, my servitude shall truly begin.