An Incredible Night
Helen and Bob Parr settle in to enjoy a night alone, but Bob ends up making a choice that will affect his life as a husband and a Super forever.
An Incredible Night
For Helen and Bob Parr; a night without the kids was a rare and glorious luxury. Since Supers had been legalized again, ther downtime had been almost zero. But tonight, it seemed fairly quiet, Frozone had taken Dash and Violet out into the city to practice with the promise he would only let them take on minor threats. Anything bigger and he would send the call to get the team together. Edna had taken Jack-Jack so that she could refine his suit and learn more about his metamorph abilities.
Which left Helen and Bob all to themselves in the house that they had been provided by Winston Deavor. And tonight they planned to take full advantage of the house's isolation and privacy.
The lights had been dimmed, the security set, the perfect atmosphere. Bob had transformed the living room into an oasis using the remote Dash had found when they moved in, and was happily walking around to make sure they had room to enjoy themselves. Air and shadows were the only thing covering him, the physique he had built back up since going back to a full time hero lifestyle on display. He still had a bit of chub on him, the hips and his face mostly, but his abs had started to show again as well as his thighs. His cock lay soft against his leg, thick and heavy even at this stage. As he lit the last candles he had placed, he felt two fingers dance across his shoulder.
It had been a long time since they had a real night of romance, but he remembered this little move. He took them into his fingers gently and placed delicate kisses onto them before turning around, watching as Helen's arm snaked back to it's normal size and joined her in the doorway across the room. She smiled and sauntered forward, every bit as bare as her husband, and knowing exactly how to flaunt each and every curve. Her round ass jiggled pleasantly as her wide hips swayed, and her breasts seemed to jump and beg for Bob's attention with each step. She may have filled out when she had the kids, but it had been nothing but kind to her.
Bob had thought to ask her early on in the marriage if she consciously used her power to stay that shapely, but he had seen her sleeping, knocked out, depowered, and otherwise unable to control her elasticity enough now to know that this was all natural. This was Helen Truax, known for years now as Helen Parr, in all her glory. When she drew up next to him, he slowly took her into his arms, letting his hands travel over her skin. Hard callused fingertips over the still soft and supple flesh, even if some of it naturally had sags from the years. It never mattered to Bob. It was what marked their life together after all. Every blemish, every stretch mark, every scar from a battle they had fought together and won. He knew them like the back of his own hand, and he loved watching her face as he picked out the most important ones.
On the back of her right hip, from a bank robbery when they had first met. His fault; he had distracted her at the wrong time and she had caught a piece of shrapnel from a bomb that had been set to blow the vault. He had caught an earful from her even through the drugs while they stitched her up.
One on her left shoulder blade. Courtesy of Bomb Voyage and a falling steel beam, from a week before their wedding night. Part of the reason he was so irritated to see him the wedding day anyways.
Her stomach, according to her she had gotten it on her first super outing. She hadn't yet learned how to completely control and utilize her stretching, and a lucky mugger had gotten her with a knife.
And his favorite, in a morbid sense he supposed, over her heart. That had been the day they first confessed their love for each other, and he had a scar to match. They had taken on her ex-boyfriend Xerek, who she had left after discovering his supervillain life, and he had placed them both in traps meant to carve out their hearts. He had almost succeeded, until Frozone had come in with the assist, trusty as always.
After each one was given attention, Bob drew Helen's lips closer to his. The kiss was slow, deep and full of passion. Years of love; tested, tried and battered...but never broken. Two souls that belonged together entwined in the most intimate of bonds, those who literally laid their lives on the line for each other.
After a moment, they broke apart and simply gazed at each other, letting the feeling grow between them as they did. It was paradise, honestly, the lovers surrounded by the lagoon and the waterfalls, stars and soft lighting accenting each other's bodies just right.
Bob couldn't believe he had gotten this lucky, and the stirring of both love and arousal that sent tingles through him was reflected by the arousal growing in the light. He saw Helen's eyes slowly trace down his physique as she began to watch him stiffen, a small eyebrow raise and slight smile the only indication she gave that she was enjoying the show.
It had been a joke between them a few times over the years that had Bob Parr not been born a Super, he could have still used 'Mr. Incredible' as his porn name. His cock, at full pride, was an impressive 10 inches long and 8 inches of girth. On anyone else, it may have looked cartoonish or horribly freakish. But on Bob; it just looked like it belonged.
It was what made Helen live up to her name when it came to the bedroom. Because only Elastigirl could take that beast and not have it break, rip, or tear her.
Bob brought her closer once more, embracing her as he slid his hand down. Two fingers sliding into her wet, waiting treasure as Helen returned the favor by wrapping her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him. Bob's fingers knew the passage so well he could have done this in his sleep. His thumb finding her clit and making circles around it as he kept a steady, deep rhythm going.
Helen's breathing quickened, becoming more shallow as she found her hips moving on their own accord. Rotating and grinding against her husband's hand as her own sped up the pace on his cock and she leaned in to gently brush her lips against his before sinking into a deep, hungry kiss once more. Their bodies still fit together like they were made for each other, the rush of youth bursting through hidden doors in the depths as they connected in more than one way.
Each one let out a moan of pleasure, the scent of arousal becoming thick in the air over a short time. Eventually they slowly broke off again and breathed deep, slow breaths as Bob led Helen over to the couch. She took a step forward and began to drape herself over the arm, looking at her husband with half closed eyes when she felt his arm wrap around her waist and pull her upwards.
Helen paused as Bob stopped her from laying down on the couch, his cheeks holding the soft red of a blush as he rubbed the back of his head. He looked like a schoolboy nervously attempting to ask his crush out to prom. His voice almost shook as he spoke for the first time tonight: "Um, honey...I thought that maybe tonight, we could, uh...well...if you wanted, I mean..." he stammered and rambled, tripping over his words in the way he always did when he was flustered.
Helen laid a finger on his lips and shh'd him. "Bob, whatever it is, you can ask me. Go ahead." Her voice was low and warm, her words said slowly and with every ounce of her support behind them. Bob started once more, eyes not meeting hers as he blurted out "I thought that maybe tonight, you could...um...you could take me."
Helen's eyes widened as she let out a little laugh. They hadn't done anything like that in years. She had to make sure she heard him right. 'Bob, are you ...are you asking me to take you up the ass?' Bob only nodded, but it was all the confirmation Helen needed. She stood up and walked over to the side of the couch, giving him a full view of her body as she ran her hands down her sides.
Her right hand slid over and dipped between her thighs as she concentrated, running it over her clit as she shifted mass from the rest of her body to that central point. It stretched, of course, like the rest of her, gaining girth and weight as she continued focusing on molding it into a pseudo-penis not unlike a female hyena. It rivaled Bob's own shaft when she was done, standing proud and thick.
She looked at her husband with hooded eyes, smirking with a new, Domineering air around her. It wasn't the first time they had done this, and she knew that Bob had a kink he would never admit to unless he got like this. "Is this good enough, honey?" she inquired, ready to adjust and meet his needs. When he nodded,her posture changed.
The kink Bob would never admit to was: being captured and used sexually by a villainess. One who would humiliate him and show him that all his strength meant nothing if the spirit behind it was broken. Helen had shifted, her chin held high and her hands on her hips. A more aggressive version of a Super's heroic pose. "The great Mr. Incredible; at my mercy and helpless to resist my power!" She had to stop herself from laughing at her own words as she did her best supervillain impression, but she kept her cool and pushed every bit of her pride as a Super, a woman, and as Bob's wife into her voice. "Get on your knees!"
The words and act worked though, as Bob audibly gulped before letting out a very quiet whimper. He got on all fours, crawling towards Helen with his eyes down like a puppy. She wouldn't deny that some part of her enjoyed seeing her husband like that, even if normally she would never dream of doing anything like this to him. When he reached her, he sat on his haunches like a dog, head down and breath coming in fast. Helen knew it was time to choose what villain she was going to be tonight...but her husband's idea had given her a wicked thought.
Running her hand over his cheek softly, she spoke in a quiet but firm voice. 'Look at you. On my best day, I could never match your strength, and yet ...here you are. On your knees in front of me, Bob Parr...' he flinched at the name, they never used them during this scenario. It would be the ultimate shame for a Super not only to be captured and used, but their identity to be discovered before they were broken. Helen continued: 'All because, when it came time, you weren't-' Her body moved fluidly, wrapping around him and through his arms and between his legs before she came back up behind him, wrapping her arm under his chin. 'Flexible enough.'
Bob stiffened immediately, and she could see his cock jump. She wasn't playing any random villain tonight. She was playing herself, gone rogue and turning to villany, and he was at her command. A whimper left his throat at the realization, and he gulped again. 'H-Helen? Honey? What-' his question was interrupted as she pushed him forward and swatted his ass.
'I didn't give you permission to speak, worm!' her confidence increasing as she settled into the role. She gave her clit a few strokes, letting the sensations keep the pseduo-penis stimulated and 'erect'. Not that it would ever go limp due to her powers, but it helped keep her in the mindset. Bob quieted instantly, not wanting to displease his Mistress as he began to sweat slightly. Helen moved closer, rubbing her clit across his cheek and laughing gently. 'Now. You're going to be a good pet for me, aren't you?' She slapped his cheek with the appendage. 'Of course you are. You're going to show me just how low I've brought you.' She moved around to his front, facing him and letting him take in the shaft she had created for him. She gave it a bit more bulk; dwarfing him. It had the intended effect as she watched more sweat appear on his brow, his cock audibly dripping onto the wood floors as Bob's arousal ratcheted up higher...along with his fear.
When Helen pushed the clitoris against his lips, her degraded husband opened his mouth without question. Tongue sliding across the 'head' of the presented organ with practiced slowness and heavy amounts of saliva. The moan he heard was his first reward, prompting him to give it a hesitant kiss. With surprising strength; Helen's fingers suddenly snaked through his hair, wrapping it around them before she pulled Bob's head forward and drove her shaft down his throat. No trace of her usual mercy or kindness that she showed as Elastigirl.
They had done this before, but she had never been this intense. And after so many years of marriage and fighting crime together, The Parrs knew each other like their own souls. Which is why when Bob's throat clenched around her clitoris and his muscles began to vibrate, Helen knew he was just about to cum. But she had other plans. Her other arm quickly stretched and her fingers made a tight ring around the base of Bob's cock. He wouldn't be doing anything tonight. Not without her explicit permission.
His groan of disappointment prompted a thrill in her, a wicked grin the only sign of it as she tightened the makeshift ring further. "Bad boy. You don't get to cum. You have to earn that privilege! And I won't make it easy to earn." Bob's eyes closed, but his mouth continued to work diligently until Helen pulled out. She pushed him back, easily enough now that he was going along with this route, and sneered down at him. 'Well, I think you've had plenty of time to get the taste of me in your mouth. Now; to the main event! Offer me that hole, boy, and be sure to beg properly.'
Her voice was low and rough; she had sunk deep into the role now, letting it guide her as her attitude changed. She could get used to controlling and using her husband like this. Maybe she'd make that suggestion later, after she'd pounded him. Obedient as always, Mr. Incredible turned around and leaned forward, spreading his cheeks to show off his puckered hole as he spoke softly. 'Please Helen ...please use me. Please fuck me!'
Elastigirl's eyes narrowed. That wouldn't do, not at all. That wasn't proper begging in any sense of the word. Her foot came down on his cheek and pressed it into the floor. 'I said beg me properly. You want me to fuck you? Then you had better convince me that you need it!' she strained that word: 'Need'. She didn't want to have to spend all night teaching him manners, but she would if he didn't pick up on the hint.
Luckily; he did. As he squirmed under her heel, he spoke louder: "Please honey! I need you to fuck me; to use me! I need you to make me yours!" The words sent a pleasurable shiver down Helen's spine, but she retained her composure. Stretching her right arm, she fed a bit of girth into it before snapping it over Bob's exposed ass like a whip. "Who are you calling 'honey'? That is not My name!' she barked. With a yelp, the mistake was corrected. "I apologize, Mistress! I won't make that mistake again!" Her arm snaked back to its normal length as she nodded.
"Much better, Incredi-bitch. Now; since you've been mostly a good boy, you've earned a treat. I'll give you what you need." Without any further preamble, she pushed forward, splitting Bob's hole wide as she fed it inch by inch of her pseudopenis. The moan it brought made her blood sing as she sank deeper, until she felt her hips meet his ass. She had done this before, yes. But she had always kept it shallow, gentle. Kept it more or less shy, not quite comfortable taking the father of her children in such a way.
But things were different tonight, something in her had shown itself. Some shadow made of her pride and her stress, whispering to her to show this man who she was, what she could do without his help. And she wasn't going to lie...she was pretty keen to follow its advice. And so she gave her newly stuffed submissive time to adjust, listening to his grunts. He knew better than to talk back at this point.
Her hips began to move, a strong and deep pace. She wasn't too concerned with speed at the moment, only opening up this hole so she could ruin it further. With every dip in, she could sink further, Bob moaning as the walls pushed apart and the depths sent tingles up to his brain. She had never done this to him before, never tried going deeper than maybe 3 or 4 inches. But this was her entire shaft she was feeding him now, and his breath was gone, forced out of him as she used him like an oversized sex doll.
The feeling burning inside her was amazing. She felt so alive, as if every moment had slowed down and was suddenly glowing in Technicolor. Her mind fuzzy, as if surrounded in cotton; yet sharp and clear when it came to the thought of how best to use Bob and what other things she could do. She knew him well enough to know when he was about to cum, and in this state, she could see it coming from a mile away. She had already denied him climax once, but this time she could make it into something useful. She stretched her neck so she could whisper into his ear, allowing her body to keep going at this vicious pace. "I want you to cum for me, Bob. I want you to hit that peak and jump right over the edge, screaming my name the whole time. And when you do? I want you to give yourself to me; be my Mr. Incredi-bitch from now on."
She could feel his ass clenching, hear his groans become more desperate with every word. His body was screaming at him, begging him to give into its' needs. His eyes said no, but his cock said yes. The battle in his mind going on for a few short seconds until he closed his eyes and nodded, taking a breath and shouting: "Yes! Yes; I'm your bitch! I'm Mr. Incredi-bitch! Helen, my Mistressssss!' With his shouts, his cock exploded. Rope after rope of thick, molten spunk splashing onto the stone underneath them with a splattering sound.
Helen's laugh was from the depths of her heart, joyful and victorious as she flipped him over and put his back right into the puddle of cum. He might have finished, but she was far from done. Each limb of his was lazzoed by a limb of hers; pulling him spread eagle before she repositioned him so she could fuck him like this. Pulling his arms behind his back, then folding his legs under him and raising his ass again as her arms and legs hogtied him. Her bitch. The words played over and over in her mind as she let it sink in. Well; if he was her bitch, she would most certainly make him feel like one!
As the thought repeated, she cried out, her body stiffening as her own orgasm ripped through her. It was amazing, so much more intense than usual; this new confidence acting like a live wire to supercharge it. More spattering sounds as her juices hit the floor, her empty sex contracting around air but still feeling as though it was being made love to in the most beautiful and intimate of ways.
It took her a moment to catch her breath, slowly pulling out of her new slave as she wobbled towards the couch and sat. Bob, or rather Incredi-bitch now, for his part slowly got on all fours and crawled over to nuzzle at her leg, making small whimpers. Not quite back to reality; Helen reached over and dug under the couch cushion, into the cubby hidden there, and pulled out a large black box.
'I never thought the day would come where I actually got to use this box, Bob. But you did it. You gave yourself over to me as Mr. Incredi-bitch.' her voice was softer as she spoke, but held that dangerous edge. She handed him the box; and with trembling hands he slowly opened it, only to gasp at what he found inside.
Inside was a thick black collar leather with small golden studs, a leash, a cage made specially for his cock....and his old uniform. But it had been modified, Edna's work obviously, to be something more suited to his new role. The legs had been removed, leaving only the black spandex around his package, now skintight and molded into a thong. The arms as well, and the top made into a crop top to show off his abdomen. In addition to his mask, there was now also a hood with a ring gag in the jaw ...apparently in case his Mistress decided to keep him quiet but useful.
Helen watched his horrified face as what he had just agreed to dawned on him, and her glee swelled. The smile on her face was nothing short of vicious as she simply said: 'Put it on.'