A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name~
The All American Hero, ironically an immigrant, looked more than a bit displeased at being without her iconic scarf, though she was within the safety of the Protectorate's walls, deep in the building within Kid Win's allocated space, his workshop and lab, just a few doors down from Armsmaster's. There was no more safe or private place for her, really, yet it was obvious it still irked her.
She held in her hands a bit of a strange looking helmet, flipping it around, looking it all over. It had bulbs sticking out from the top, wires runing all around it, and the visor that would go over the wearer's eyes was flickering with lights.
"And I only have to put it on, then?" she asked, looking a bit dubious. "I still don't understand why you couldn't just have Armsmaster review your work."
Chris scratched the back of his neck, looking a bit contrite. "He was busy," he said, by way of explanation. "And... the helmet wasn't the right size either..."
Not wanting to laugh at the implication that her teammate had a big head, a common insult he faced, as his head was enlarged to contain his ego, she disguised it with a cough. "Okay, fine." She then finally placed it on top of her head, taking care that her hair wasn't bunched up awkwardly underneath it, and fastened it in place.
"Is it too heavy?" Chris asked.
It wasn't, and she showed it, shaking her head. "No more than a motorcycle helmet," she mused.
"Alright, now just let me hit this button," Chris said, raising his righ tarm and opening up the onboard console for his suit, that would connect to several of his equipment pieces... then he hit the enter key on its keyboard and then Miss Militia, Hannah Washington, froze in place, suddenly standing straight and stiff as a ramrod.
It was only a minute, a weirdly chirpy noise came out from the helmet, and Chris knew it was finished.
His magnum opus... A helmet that could reprogram the people it was placed on.
He removed it, and Miss Militia wobbled a bit as she regained herself. "How are you feeling, Miss M?" Chris asked.
The veteran hero blinked. "Aw, that's so nice of you to worry about me," she said, giving him a bright, expressive smile, bending overin such a way that it pushed her chest together and let them hang, giving Chris a show as she patted his head. "But I feel great, better than ever, really!" she said.
Chris smiled, then. Success. "Alright, then now you won't mind giving me lessons on how to actually shoot my guns, right?"
Miss Militia giggled, then. "Of course I wouldn't mind giving you lessons, handsome," she said, licking her lips. Then she pushed against his chest and forced him onto his desk chair, behind him.
"W-What," Chris' eyes widened.
Before he could even blink, Miss Militia was already on her knees, her military fatigues serving as plenty of cushioning for her as she fiddled with Chris' pants, quickly finding his fly and even quicker to remove them, pulling them off of his legs in a moment, revealing his tighty whiteys, already straining to contain his rapidly hardening cock. Humming in satisfaction, Miss Militia stroked him through his underwear. "You're certainly no kid down here, huh?" she asked, giving him a wide smile followed by a giggle, "but you sure do have a winner down here."
Chris gulped. "What are you," he swallowed again, trying to get it past the knot on his throat, "doing, Miss M?"
"I'm gonna give you some lessons on how to handle this cannon, like you asked," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him.
"That's not what- Ooooh!"
Chris' complaint was cut off as Miss Militia fished out his cock from his underpants, quickly pulling them down to his ankles with his pants, and then quickly scarfed down his cock, gobbling it down like a lollipop, easily taking it down to the base and kissing the root of his penis, at the same time as she began sucking and swallowing, leaving Chris with absolutely no doubts that she was not even remotely new to this. Miss Militia sucked cock like a pro, and he had absolutely no hope in hell of resisting.
He'd need a brute rating, just to not cum instantly from her vacuum blowjob, and as she began to bob her head back and forth while grabbing at his balls, giving his cock a tongue bath and making her very throat vibrate... it really was no wonder that he exploded in a minute, his very first blowjob being a world class blowjob that would qualify Miss Militia as a master, for how easily she took control of him right there.
Dutifully, the foreign born Heroine took every last drop of his semen, not even a single one slipping out of her mouth, until Chris stopped bucking and his last spurt finished, before giving him a wide smile, showing him the mouthful of cum she'd collected, and then swallowed.
Chris didn't even momentarily flag, his cock hard as a rock and begging for more.
Miss Militia began the process of getting out of her costume. "I'll teach you how to deep clean your weapons," Miss Militia said, "and by the time we're done here, you're gonna change your cape name to Man Win," she said with a wink and a giggle.
Chris couldn't believe his luck, his project to create a more pliant Miss Militia had reached unimaginable success... and it only seemed to be getting better!