I made my way to the bus stop, settling down on my ass and just leaning my head back, closing my eyes and basking in the cool warmth of the sunset air. I'd had a good time with Kayden, all in all. She was cute and fun. I rolled my shoulders as I thought over Sophia's reaction in the aftermath. She really seemed to not want me to start getting feelings for other girls, which I suppose was normal and understandable. It wasn't like I was getting feelings though - I was just being nice.
I was the only person at the bus stop, or at least, that was what I figured. When I opened my eyes, there was a parahuman. Male, with blonde hair and a lithe build, wearing a half-face mask and a breastplate, a red and black color scheme; his aura was a fizzle of tendrils of white-and-black, like they'd been printed with QR codes or something, stretching out towards the air then pulling back.
More important than that, though, was the gun in his right hand, the cold curl of his lips. "You're coming with me."
I glanced around, but there was nobody nearby. I just quietly nodded, gingerly rising to my feet. Before I could pull my hands together in front of me, he grunted. "Hands in the air," he said. "Come on." We walked a block away, him behind me. He kept his distance, far enough I couldn't hope to grab him. As I walked, I tried to place him, finally putting a name to his face. Victor. One of the E88, some kind of skill-based power, which meant my power might not even actually stop him, other than by making him jizz his pants. Which I doubted would actually stop anybody in a real fight.
I had no idea why he was doing this, so I just went along with it for a moment; we got to a limo, and I was directed into the back. He didn't join me, just closing the door and locking me in.
I hid my hand between my legs for a moment and hit the panic button on my wristwatch, pressing all the buttons together at once, several times just to make absolutely sure that the message got through. Of course, I had no idea what this was about, so I didn't even know if it would work. Maybe the limo was a Faraday cage or something, if they wanted to make sure I didn't call for help. It's not like they took my phone.
I could feel each turn of the car, as well as roughly gauge its velocity as it made its way through Brockton Bay. Given that there was no apparent chase, I really doubted that the alarm was working right. The PRT could call the cops or something in a situation like this, right?
I was finally let out of the car in an underground parking lot - unlike what I would have expected, it was much taller than normal, at least two stories tall. Victor was there to take me out of the car, but he soon handed me off to a pair of tall blonde woman done up in full medieval regalia, with various wings engraven on their armor. I recognized them easier than Victor - Fenja and Menja, the right-hand women of Kaiser. Not that I could tell one from the other. I had no idea what the hell was going on. Every passing second I desperately hoped and waited to hear the sounds of a cape fight going on, as the PRT came to save me, and every passing second I was denied that pleasure. "Where's Kaiser?" Victor asked.
"He is busy," one of the women said. "We'll guard the slut until he comes back."
Victor let out a long breath, then shook his head. "Right, then. Get going," he said, giving me a look and jerking his head. He obviously wasn't too happy about the specific details of everything, but I had no idea why, and it wasn't enough to stop him.
One of the two women approached me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. I could have reached out and drained her power, but it was obvious and her sister was right there. "I'm Fenja. We will be watching you for the moment." I didn't have much choice but to be guided into what looked vaguely like an office with an adjoining bathroom - a bathroom with a shower. "Strip," she ordered. It wasn't a sexual order, though I could see the way both the twins' eyes glittered with interest at that. "We have to check you for anything important," she said, with a long sigh when I hesitated, as if she was just tired of waiting fro the two seconds it took.
I decided that it was probably in my best interest to not start a fight with a pair of Brutes. I took off my clothes. Despite the situation, I can't deny I was enjoying their open leers. Both of them were quite beautiful women, and what guy didn't have some kind of twin fetish? I did give them a bit of a look, but their armor obscured much of their bodies. "Go wash off," Menja said. By the way she said it, and the look on Fenja's face, it was a spontaneous decision, but I wasn't going to argue. I entered the bathroom and started to shower.
Both women decided to watch me the whole while, eyes piercing into the depths of my soul. There wasn't anything to hide my body with, so I just had to deal with being leered at by a pair of neo-Nazi supervillains. As I washed up, Fenja or Menja went through my pockets. I silently thanked God that I was too young to have driver's license or similar ID on me, so they were left with my locked smartphone and little else; the smartphone was soon deposited in a desk drawer and locked up.
I didn't want to exit the shower. Beautiful as the pair was, they were also clearly a pair of horndogs with superpowers. I decided to just draw it out, washing my hair, pouring on lotion. My cock hardened at some point, making Fenja elbow Menja and point, not even bothering to hide it at this point.
Unfortunately, I couldn't shower forever. "Alright, get out of there," Fenja said, standing up straight and tall. "You can't shower forever, c'mon."
I had no real choice to obey. The watch absolutely did not seem to be working, or perhaps the PRT was otherwise occupied. I got out of the shower, starting to dry off... and noticed that while my underwear was there, my clothes seemed to be gone. Menja giggled as she saw me notice, then wore the most innocent expression as I glared her way. "Hmm? Something wrong, slut?"
"Yeah, something wrong?" Fenja added.
"...no." I grit my teeth and stifled my response. Complaining wouldn't help. "What's this about?"
Menja laughed at that. "You're a coal burner, that's what. We can't let handsome white guys go around fucking black girls. It's just nasty. We have to keep the race pure."
I could only squint at them. If that was all, why didn't they attack me and Sophia both? Hell, why did they go through all this shit and take me here and talk about Kaiser himself showing up? It didn't quite add up. Their words did make it obvious that I needed to get out, though. The problem was, with two strong parahumans like Fenja and Menja, what were the odds I'd manage that?
Much better if I could use my power, but I could only drain and manipulate other people's powers with it, and it was really obvious that I was using it... unless I used it while having sex.
The obvious solution was to fuck both of them. The fact that this also meant I would get to fuck two blonde beautiful twins, was just a pleasant side effect. Could I play the abuse card, maybe, like I had with Hannah? Pretend that Sophia had been threatening me into this relationship? No, that wouldn't work too well. I couldn't just declare how happy I was to be in the presence of two beauties like this, they wouldn't buy that. I needed something somewhat more subtle, something I could manage to fake well enough and that would persuade them that sex with me would be awesome.
"I just like having sex with women. It doesn't matter if they're white, black, Arab, or anything else. I was trained to be a complete slut who gets off on being fucked by anybody, at any time." I hoped my voice didn't tremble too much as I spoke.
Menja and Fenja just turned their gaze to one another, silently communicating with one another. Fenja rose from her seat, going to the door, closing and locking it. "One for the road, then, coal burner," she told me, even as she started to remove her costume. Menja was similarly quickly getting undressed, tossing aside her helmet. The two women were drop-dead gorgeous, even more than I'd assumed, with full, supple breasts and lovely hourglass bodies. They were even shaved down there, which in my experience was quite rare among women.
Menja pushed me down onto the couch on my back, immediately slamming her cunt right into my face. She stared down at me, eyes meeting my own as her slick sex rubbed against my face, her fingers digging into my hair. "I'll show you what real Aryan pussy is like," she breathed out, starting to grind her cunt against my face. I let my tongue stretch out, tasting her, while beneath my waist - and without me being able to see much of any of it, my current view being of Menja's beautifully formed tits from below - my underwear was roughly torn off, tossed aside, my hard cock popping into view.
"Damn, he fucking loves it, little slut," Fenja offered, as her cunt wrapped around my dick and slammed its way down. "He's already so fucking hard. No foreplay or anything. Fuck. Guess you weren't lying about just being willing to fuck anything that moves. I'm basically raping you and you're so damn hard," she said, her juices drooling all over my cock in copious amounts, her breathing a tad erratic as she started to bounce up and down.
Menja was no less excitable, grinding her cunt up against my face with frantic need, just moaning as her fingers dug into my scalp roughly. My hands reached up for her ass, trying to control her movements a bit, but it was clear that her power had at least somewhat enhanced her raw strength even when she was at normal size.
Thinking about her power reminded me of the reason I'd done this in the first place. I started licking even harder at her cunt, doing my best to rub my nose up against her clit, brushing my head from side to side as she squirmed atop me. I used my power then, draining the power out of her and making her squirm in raw pleasure, squealing in ecstasy as I dragged out as much of her power as I could safely get in five seconds or so of intense and overwhelming pleasure. If it went on for too long, there was the risk that Fenja might notice something amiss, so I let her sag and pant in the afterglow of that orgasm... before immediately starting to do the same thing to Fenja.
Feeling that tight cunt squeeze down hard on my cock, the little gurgling noise that Fenja made as she tried to sputter out the saliva in her mouth, was intensely erotic. Her whole body bounced on my dick, making the couch squeak from the force of it, and I twitched inside her, but resisted the urge to actually come inside. If I came inside, then a) she might get pregnant with my kid, and (more importantly to me at that moment) b) I might wind up having to eat her out after having come inside.
My hands ran up from Menja's ass towards her tits, the beautiful supple things jiggling and bouncing and inviting my hand up to them; soon enough, my fingers were gently sinking into the soft flesh, her hard nipples scraping against my palms as she twitched and shivered in pleasure atop me. I waited a good minute or so before forcing another intense orgasm through her, dragging out another bit of her power. This time, when she came down, she simply slumped on my face with a pant, sitting down like I was a pillow.
I didn't mind, just repeating the process on Fenja, my hands reaching down for her this time and grabbing her hips. She may have had some kind of super strength from her power, but she didn't have super weight, so I could easily fuck her hard up and down on my cock. I couldn't see the scene properly from my position, but I could feel the way her body twisted around, imagine her long blonde hair flying all around. The occasional splash of wetness against my stomach suggested either drool or sweat or her own juices, and in any case, I was perfectly fine with it.
"Fuck," Fenja breathed out, pulling herself off my cock. "Damn, that's good dick. You take a ride," she said, and Menja managed to pop off my face as well. I got a good look at both sisters, then; they looked like sex goddesses, pretty much, full round breasts, slender hourglass figures, long blonde hair. I could only think of how to women of this world, I pretty much looked like the male equivalent to that, a dead sexy man who would drive literally any girl wild with lust.
I didn't have long to think about that, because soon enough, Fenja had parked her cunt right on my face, grasping my scalp, and I was groping her ass just as I'd done to her sister, licking noisily at her lower lips as she just sighed. "Fuck yeah. Fuck. This is a good fucking tongue, shame it got wasted on a coal burner," she breathed out, closing her eyes and craning her head back. I just made her come again, and hard, her body shivering and jerking against me as she let out a long moan.
I'd dragged out a good chunk of both of their powers by this point, but I was getting rather worried as I did so. How much could I really manage to pull out? Was there a limit to my storage space? If I took it all, what did a guttered out power look like? I mean, there were two of them - if their power just gave them the strength of a fit man, that would be enough to beat me up.
I had no real alternatives, though, so as I kept on eating out her pussy, I did my best to start angling my cock just right inside Menja, pressing my dick deep inside her before sending a wave of pleasure through her as I dragged out her power.
The pair went back and forth between their two positions, selfishingly grinding their cunts against my face before bouncing on my cock. I was lucky they did - if they'd really stuck to one position, then I probably would have come rather quickly, but the periods where they were switching around gave me the opportunity to recover a bit, again, saving me from coming inside.
Eventually, all the bouncing and grinding had started to exhaust them, though, and they shuffled me about on the couch so I was sitting up before tumbling down onto their asses on either side of me, making a loud squeak as they did. "Fuuuck, that was a hell of a time," Fenja said.
"I hope Kaiser doesn't show up," Menja replied. "I'd like to rape this slut for hours, hot damn, never had cock like that."
"It's not even that big, but, mmm." Fenja breathed the words out, almost husky as she said so.
I really wanted to shut them up by plugging their mouths up with my dick, but obviously that wasn't something I could really do. "How about you lean over the couch, Menja, and I'll do all the work for you?"
Menja let out a hum, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked at me. Fenja looked annoyed that the other girl was getting the attention, but obviously I'd get to her once I was done with Menja. "Sure, that sounds good," she said.
I stood up immediately, and soon enough, she was dangling over the armrest, ass in the air, head on the couch, a position that was relatively easy to maintain for her. My cock pressed up against her slit, and I let my gaze wander up to Fenja, who was looking a little jealous that her twin was getting all the attention. I just gave her a cocky smile and rammed myself to the base inside Menja.
This time, I wasn't subtle. I dredged and dragged as much of her power as I could out of her, until it had completely guttered out. She twitched and twisted wildly, spasming in ecstasy, eyes bulging, skin growing a hot pink with arousal, her mouth falling open and her tongue lolling out. The whole process of draining her dry probably took another minute, and all during that time, I was ramming into her cunt over and over again, just roughly taking full advantage of her. All the while, I got to drink in the beautiful body of her twin sister, those full supple breasts currently mirrored by the pair wildly bouncing from the force of my fucking, her lovely pale skin mirrored in pink by the girl beneath me, and of course her expression was one of increasing irritation that her sister was getting it and she wasn't.
When she was finished coming, I pulled out, while she just gasped and panted. "How about you, Fenja? I figured it was best to get Menja out of the way before moving on to you." Actually my decision was totally arbitrary, but girls love it when you make it seem like they're the center of your world.
"Oh yeah," she said, shifting to mirror her sister on the other side of the couch. I got up behind her and just stuck it in, fingers digging into her supple ass cheeks. I could see the mess that was Menja, and I knew that in just a minute or so, Fenja would be the mirror image, all skin sticky with sweat, drool rolling out of her mouth, skin pink from exertion and arousal. I jammed it in without hesitation, giving her a few quick thrusts before I started simply draining her dry, watching as her whole body twitched and jerked, her leg kicking at the air as I fucked her rough and long and hard.
Menja could only watch, saliva coating her chin, as I fucked her sister right in front of her. By the look in her eyes, she was hoping that there'd be a round three, and I was planning to give it to her - I'd get both of them so tuckered out from sex that I could escape on my own.
Hopefully.
* * *
Fenja and Menja were messes on the couch, leaning their heads back and faintly gasping for air. Their eyes were unfocused, looking into the middle distance; their lovely, well-groomed blonde hair was a tangle of sweat. Their tits heaved with each breath they took.
I'd wound up coming a few times, but I'd always used the withdrawal method, not wanting to risk becoming a baby daddy with this pair of lunatics. As such, their stomachs were smeared with my cum, giving it a particularly sharp sheen in contrast to the lighter glow that the rest of their bodies had from their sweat. I wiped at my forehead with the back of my hand. This was it. This was my chance.
Then an alarm bleeped from the desk. The moment it did, Fenja and Menja were hurriedly standing up, getting themselves dressed in that armor like it wasn't complicated at all, taking less than thirty seconds. It made my heart fall, knowing that they actually weren't that exhausted, that if a fight came they'd manage to stop me. Fenja yanked open a drawer and tossed me my clothes - I started to get dressed quickly, hoping desperately that the person coming wasn't Kaiser but was instead the Protectorate.
"How's my hair?" Fenja asked Menja for a second before realizing she wore a full-face helmet and jamming it right on her head. Menja approached the door, opening it up while checking her corners.
I let out a sigh of relief as I saw who was in the parking garage. It wasn't Kaiser out there - it was the Protectorate. Most of the adults - all of them except Velocity and Battery - plus half the Wards, including Shadow Stalker, AKA my girlfriend. Menja growled, glancing at her sister and getting a quick nod. Both of them tried to activate their powers... only to fail to pass two meters, tops. Menja sputtered a defiant curse. "Fucking Tinkers," she sneered, and rushed for Armsmaster immediately.
Two largely depowered capes versus almost the full force of the Protectorate wasn't a fight worth talking about.
Sophia gave one of them a harsh kick in the head before she was dragged off by Assault. "Hey, hey, chill kid, I know, I know, but we won, they're going to the clink."
It meant that she wasn't the first to talk to me after I emerged from the office. That honor went to Armsmaster. He approached me with a gentle, reassuring smile. He wore a sleek, skintight costume that hugged his body rather closely and emphasized his muscles. His half-mask revealed a well-cared for beard, and he offered me his hand. "It's over now," he said. "You're safe."
I glanced over at Sophia as she was let out of Assault's grasp - and I heard a loud sniffing noise from her. As in, actually, intentionally, smelling the air. Immediately, she went berserk again, rushing towards the prone bodies of the twins, clearly planning on just kicking the shit out of them. "Whoa, whoa," Assault said, trying to calm her down.
"You fucking cunts! You fucking neo-Nazi bitches, you better fucking never get out of prison or I'll track you down and fucking put a goddamn crossbow bolts in those empty fucking heads of yours! You better get used to the taste of fucking pussy as you're gonna get raped by every fucking girl there, and they'll all feel great about doing it since you're the kind of pieces of shit that deserve it!" Her legs pinwheeled at the air as Assault held her in place.
She used her power, escaping his grasp and going in for another round of kicking them while they were down, and then Miss Militia leveled a stun gun at her. "Calm down, Shadow Stalker."
"Calm fucking down?!" Shadow Stalker snarled out at Miss Militia. She sounded just about ready to kill somebody, which would preferably be the twins but could very well be Miss Militia if she didn't get out of the way.
The sheer intensity of her response left me flabbergasted for a moment before I realized that from Shadow Stalker's perspective... what she smelled, my cum... meant that she thought I'd been raped. "It's okay, Shadow Stalker," I said, making her head immediately snap my way. There was still a ferocity in her posture, but she was clearly restraining it. My words also drew the attention of Assault. He wore a visor over the upper half of his face, coloring it an unusual shade, but I could see an instant reaction on his part, a kind of physical defensiveness.
Armsmaster cleared his throat. "Shadow Stalker, why don't you take this young man to the van? I'm sure he's been through a lot."
I could practically hear the gears turn in Sophia's brain, as she decided between continued bloody-minded vengeance and cuddling with her recently raped boyfriend, and eventually decided on the latter. The fight went out of her, and she just grabbed my wrist and dragged me bodily through the parking lot to a PRT-marked van outside, hopping in the rear with me; the actual PRT squaddies weren't in the backseat, though there was a driver. She trembled for a few seconds, before at last she put her hand on my thigh.
I put my own hand atop hers, lacing my fingers together gingerly and giving her my best smile. "I'm really fine. You saw how they didn't get big?"
Shadow Stalker paused for a second as her brain processed my words, then she let out a scoffing noise. "Duh. Right. Right."
She squeezed my thigh a little tighter anyway.
