Sex Heroes
So this story began as a joke really that I actually intend on finishing. I was joking with a friend online about kind of superhero I would be if I could be anykind at all. So it came to be that this story was made. Hope you like. I hope to add more and make it into a series if people are interested in it.
Prologue: And so it begins
Not everyone knows what they are going to be when they grow up, hell most children dream of growing up to be dragons, fairies and several other manners of fanciful creatures. Parents don't tell them that this could never be, but they are not exactly encouraging them either. Still there is a level of support that most children receive so that they have the passion and determination to achieve goals in life. No matter what those 'goals' may be...
Alison Rachel Night was a young woman who could remember having dreams as a child, though they were far from the 'typical' dreams that a child her age would have. Her dreams were simple and pure if a bit selfish. As all she ever dreamed and wished for was for her father to stop 'loving' her as much as he did. At least that's what he called it, love, but she knew inside that what he did to her and had her do in turn to him was not the norm. Yet he always told her that he loved her and what he did to her was for her own good, to make her a better woman. Alison really just wanted him to leave her alone, but that never happened at least not on its own and not till she was older and big enough to fight back. It was when she was a teenager, a young woman wanting to be free that she fought back yet not in the way that one would think. Using what he taught her she brought him to a climax that was so strong it rendered him unconscious. When he came too he was strapped down on the bed and all the 'toys' he had used on her were laying out in perfect view for him to see. With a coy smile on her face and hard glare in her eyes she proceeded to repay him the favor of having taught her oh so much, show him just what it was that she had learned and how the student had surpassed the teacher.
His screams went unheard just like hers use to, perhaps daddy should not have taken such time in ensuring the house was so well insulated? When they found him they said that he bled out from his balls exploding, it appeared that there had been a cock ring screwed tightly into place and then he was tortured sexually for hours till he could not take anymore. There was no evidence of who had done it, there was a scatter of female prints about the house but there was no record of anyone living here and when the prints were run through the system they came up for a baby that was stolen from a hospital 18 years ago...
Chapter 1: Freedom
Now free from her father's abuse Alison had a world to live in but no real skills other than those of a sexual nature. She knew she could make a living selling herself, despite how sheltered her father had kept her he did do one thing for her and was tell her constantly how beautiful she was. Looking in the mirror she could see what he saw and how one could easily call her beautiful. Full pouty slips, an Olive complexion complimented by thick raven locks that fell about her face in a soft curtain which only suited in bringing out her green-grey hazel eyes. Yes even without make up, which she was only allowed to wear when she and her father did their 'dress up' games, Alison had a flawless face. The slightly angular features of her cheek bones and general bone structure were eye catching and captivating. Paired with her body, it was not hard to understand why she sometimes thought that perhaps that was all that she was good for? To be an object of desire, of lust for men which is all that she had been for as long as she could remember.
The school girl uniform that she was wearing now showed off her amazing figure, legs that seemed to go on for days but were not skinny, oh no they were thick and toned, showing off the light definition of muscle that laid beneath that creamy smooth skin, attached below a fine firm ass. The kind of ass that made men drool and had just the right amount of plumpness to it that it rose the skirt up just a hair in the back, just enough to draw attention but not enough to reveal everything. From there things only seemed to get better with her trim waist and large, firm breasts that were currently straining against the button up top that she wore, which was of course a size too small. She seemed to embody all that was good and naughty about sex at the same time, making it appear as if she were sculpted by the powers that be for this to be her purpose in life. But there had to be more out there for her right? More than just being used and abused by men to only then be cast away when their fun was over.
No. Alison was not going to go back to that, she had power an inner power and confidence that no one was going to shake and take from her again. She was not going to be the one subservient, not anymore. She was going to be the one in power from now on; she just needed to figure out how...
Two Years later
How she came to be clad in leather, whip held idly in hand while a man stood before her, (well more he was being held before her by a set of cuff above his head) is a long and interesting story that shall be revealed as the story goes on. But suffice to say that she had found her niche in the world, a place where she could do what she did best yet be the one in control. Possessing power over the sex hungry and pathetic bags of flesh known as men. Having them beg her for more or for forgiveness, however it was that she wanted to hear it from them. Yes being a dominatrix had its perks and she was certainly enjoying herself, still there was a part of her that was not wholly satisfied with her work. Sure she got an immense amount of pleasure from the men she used, but they wanted it not necessarily deserved it.
Walking home from work one day she was, "propositioned" by a man who thought that she was just another nameless hooker, can't really blame him for that actually given how she was dressed. Having been tired from work and deciding to just wear her 'uniform' home, the shiny patent leather and latex cat suit she was wearing kind of sent the wrong signals. His rough hands groping and fondling her body, bringing back memories of the past with her father. Before she knew it he has her pressed against the wall and was grunting as he fumbled to free himself from his pants.
Now why this idea came to mind she does not know nor would she ever tell anyone, but she helped him. Helped him free himself and then proceeded to get down on her knees and give that disgusting slob the best blow job of his life. His panting and moaning coming in faster breathes and she knew he was close so she worked harder, using those ill begotten skills to bring forth pleasure in ways that man probably did not even know existed till he was about ready to pop...though unfortunately for him he choose the wrong girl to try and rape. Quickly her hands came up and gripped the base of his cock in a vice like grip making the man gasp and groan as his manhood was squeezed in a most painful manner and then twisted making his knees buckle. Yet he was unable to go completely down to his knees as Alison stood while maintaining her grip.
"Pl...Please...let go..." he stammered as tears came from his eyes.
"Let you go? Now why would I do that? I mean you wanted me to feel this didn't you? Wanted me to touch it while you got some sick pleasure from it...right?" she asked him, giving the bit of flesh in her hand a hard twist to get her point across, causing the man to cry out softly. "So...I think I will play with what you offered me in the first place. See how long you last" she said in a chuckle with a dark overtone as she gave him a tug and lead him through the city, looking for a private place in which to enjoy her new captive.
Tonight on the evening news a man is found whipped and beaten, his penis and testicles bound to the point where they exploded. He is in critical condition in the hospital with doctors saying that he is likely to never have full use if any. Funny bit of information is that the man was a wanted rapist with having assaulted over a dozen women, though they were never able to catch him till this morning. Whoever did this to him is wanted for questioning, though whether or not this vigilantly will be brought under charges is still unknown. We will keep you up to day on this story as it unfolds.
So it had begun, this new life, a new means of fulfilling her need and desire to exact a level of justice on the cruel men in the world by using her sexual talents and skills to entice the men and then torture them for the sick perverts that they were. Donning her uniform as a dominatrix, with a few added touches, Mistress BJ was born and now she stalks the nights bring justice to all women everywhere for the pain that is inflicted upon them wastes of breath pigs known as MEN.