Sophia sat behind the glass pane, her hands cuffed, the microphone giving her voice a faint, tinny note. "I'm sorry about this," I said to her.

"It's not your fault, slut." Sophia looked to one side. I couldn't agree with her understanding of what had happened, really - it had been another case of me resorting to sex as a solution to a problem, resulting in her getting violent and violating the terms of her parole. "We're still together, right?" I nodded. "Then you're not allowed to have sex with anybody else, without my approval," she said. "I guess you can fuck, uh," she started to wiggle her finger through the air, grunting as she realized that she couldn't exactly go listing off names.

"Don't worry, Sophia," I told her, giving her my most serious, sincere look. "I won't be having sex with anyone else until you're out."

She gave me an unsure smile, happy to hear it, but obviously doubting my sincerity.

* * *

Sophia leaned forward, fists gripping the dumbbells tight as she worked to keep herself fit and active. It wasn't like she had anything better to do - the mind-numbing boredom of the prison was a thousand times worse than the retarded bitches who thought they could go up against an actual cape just because she was in a minimum security lockup. The guards didn't even care if she kicked the shit out of the other prisoners, not really, as long as she wasn't the one who started it.

Yeah, they'd break it up and taze her, but that was it. No privileges taken away. A bit of respect for a hero, even if that bitch Piggot wouldn't give her fuck all.

Her thoughts went back to her slut again. He'd told her that he would be loyal to her, but she didn't know if she could believe that. It was one thing to say it, another thing to do it, and after everything she'd put him through - and everything he'd been through - it was really fucking doubtful that he would be able to keep it in his pants for three whole years.

She let the dumbbells fall from her hand, waving her hands, trying to ignore the pain and ache from where they'd dug into her palms. For some godforsaken reason they wouldn't give her actual gloves. She took a look around. They let her out into the yard, and the chain link fences were something she'd be pretty trivially able to break past, if it wasn't for the electrified fence placed out past them. It hadn't been there when she'd first been moved here, and she figured that it was probably something that they'd added in just for her. It had the look of Armsmaster's crap.

Her eyes widened as she saw a vehicle rushing towards the fences - somebody shot off a concussive grenade or something to try to knock it off course, but it just kept going. It looked like an armored personnel carrier, painted all in black, and it just rammed right into the fence without the slightest hesitation, chain and electric alike peeling apart like a flower blooming, the exposed stigma being her opportunity for freedom. She was just considering trying to slip her way out of her cuffs and make a run for it. "Get in, Shadow Stalker," came a man's voice from inside the vehicle.

She recognized it. Grue? The fuck was that guy doing here? Come to kill her off? She shifted her posture, hands slipping free of her cuffs and giving her freedom of movement - and freedom to use her powers, when it came down to it.

"She's not gonna respond well if it's you, obviously," came a woman's voice, as she turned into her Breaker state and hopped backwards, her body launched into the air like from a cannon, with the speed with which she moved. "Hey, Artemis, it's Aphrodite!" She shouted the words out loudly and without shame. It took a few seconds for Sophia to actually understand what they meant, to remember that sorority party - was this... thanks to her slut?

So when he'd said he wouldn't have sex with anyone until she was out, he hadn't meant for years - he'd meant for the weeks it took him to track down Tattletale, who apparently was the parahuman from that sorority party. She leapt from the roof, rocketing back down, phasing right through the window of the car and sliding into the back seat. Grue visibly jerked as she crashed through the window - good, teach the priss. Probably fucked white girls anyway, race traitor.

"Come on, let's go," Sophia said, her voice impatient as the car screeched backwards and began to quickly depart, a thick black nothingness blanketing the area around the vehicle - even the vehicle itself - leaving her feeling weightless, buoyant, only her grip on the seat beneath her keeping her from thinking she was being tossed about without knowing it.

Presumably Grue was getting back at her for spooking him earlier. After a bit, they came back into the realm of the visible, and Tattletale immediately started to talk. "Your boyfriend came to me and offered to join up with our little group if we staged a rescue," she explained. "You can stick with us, or, I dunno, run off to some other city. If you do that, he's leaving with you. So?"

Sophia hesitated, thinking it over. The Undersiders had caused lots of trouble for Lung, recently, and she was always spoiling for a fight with gangs. She didn't even know if they had any kind of drug operations - they flew too low under the radar for her to know much about the specifics of their operations. Thinking about it, that probably meant they didn't sell drugs. She would have heard about that. "Sure. I'll give it a go. Gives me a chance to fight some scumbag criminals with backup, no offense."

"None taken," Grue said, sounding like he was gritting his teeth as the words came out, despite the weird distortion his power gave his voice.

"I'm not really gonna be much use against the heroes, though. They know my weaknesses."

"Didn't count on it anyway," Tattletale said mildly, her gaze on the road.

* * *

The moment she saw him again, she had her hands firmly on her slut's cheeks, pulling him close to her and just giving him the hungriest kiss of her life, her tongue worming its way deep into his mouth. He gently shivered as her hand slid down his body, caressing his cock. She could hear that Grue priss clearing his throat, as if disliking the show that was being put on, but she didn't give a fuck. It did make her slut pull back, though, and he gave her an awkward, self-effacing smile. "I don't like being watched by other guys."

She let out a little laugh at that, her heart lightening even as her fingers squeezing his dick in his pants. What a great way to put it, such a perfect encapsulation of him. He didn't mind being watched, didn't mind if dozens of girls started jacking off right on his face - he just wasn't interested in other guys. She'd almost forgotten how much she missed him, in prison. "Sure," she said, her hand sliding around to give his ass one quick squeeze before taking hold of his wrist and dragging him along into one of the side rooms. She didn't know the first thing about the place's layout, but it did wind up being a bedroom. She just slammed the door shut, locked it behind her.

"Hey," he said, making her stop just before she was getting ready to kneel. His hands went to her hips, those powerful hands of his gripping her. She was already wet from stroking his cock through his pants earlier. "I'm not going to leave you, Sophia."

Part of her wanted to reply to that with some cool line. Steal from Princess Leia and say 'I know.' But, her slut was being sincere with her, trying to express something important. It wasn't time to play at being cool. She swallowed, tried to find the right words to properly show her appreciation. "I'm glad to hear that," she told him, leaning forward to kiss his lips once more. Not some hungry thing with lots of tongue, but a soft press of lips against lips. "As your reward for being a good boy and getting me out of that boring shit..."

She slid down to her knees in front of him, quickly unzipping his pants. Fuck, she should've made him lie down on the bed first, this felt weirdly submissive - no, it was too late now. She'd look like an awkward idiot if she changed directions now. She found his length in short order, admiring its pulsing length, one fingertip stroking along the veins as she stared at it. He groaned softly in pleasure, his horny slut brain already anticipating what was to come, and she felt her lips curl up at that, her eyes turning up to him, admiring his face for a long moment.

He saw her wandering eyes and misinterpreted it, grasping the base of his shirt and revealing that chiseled bare chest of his, those gorgeous abs she could eat off of, his pecs, fuck he was hot now. But he was still hers, well and truly tamed. That thought made her get even more wet, and she uncomfortably shifted her legs to try to hide it, as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. Her tongue flicked against his tip, tasting the salty flavor of his precum, and she started to gradually slide down his whole length.

Her hands went to his thighs, then slid up to his ass, holding onto him to make it easy to keep a certain, steady pace. She knew he absolutely adored getting his cock sucked, and she was going to give him a huge reward for what he'd done for her. Her tongue ran back and forth on the underside of his cock, and she drank in deep breaths through her nose, just admiring even his scent. He smelled and tasted delicious, in a way that vaguely reminded her of chocolate - she wondered if that was something Amy had done without permission (like making him blonde), or a cologne, or something else. Nobody else had commented on it, though, so she didn't either.

She turned her thoughts back to what she was actually doing - tasting his hard cock in her mouth, the thick flavor seeming to cling to her palate and tongue alike. She sucked in a long breath through her nose, luxuriating in his scent one last time, and then slid herself to the base, holding herself there. Her hands squeezed his muscular ass cheeks, and she did her best to swallow around his dick, and she felt him twitch in response, his body giving all its classic signs of how good he was feeling.

She was the best he'd ever gotten at fellatio, she was sure of it. He'd basically confirmed that, when even that obviously well-practiced fellatrix bi- oh that was Tattletale, wasn't it? Well, she was still a bitch. She smiled a little, remembering him saying that she gave the better blowjobs, humming around his dick before slowly peeling herself up off his cock. She'd noticed long ago that he liked the way her face distorted when she kept up the suction as she did it, so she kept her lips wrapped taut around his dick, her cheeks hollowing as her face stretched a bit.

The way that he always twitched and jerked and gasped at the sight, excited and eager from seeing her like that, always gave her a little thrill. Given how much he liked blowjobs, she'd like to think she'd gotten pretty good at them. Her hands left his ass as she popped off his cock entirely, leaving his length smeared with her spit, twitching so temptingly in the open air. Her fingers went to his cock and she stroked slowly up and down, drawing it out, admiring the way his pale skin contrasted with her own dark tone.

She was tempted to bring him off the rest of the way, see him jerking and twitching in pleasure. He had such a good orgasm face, completely uninhibited, totally lost to his lusts... but she was too fucking wet to wait for him to get it back up again. "Lie down on the bed," she ordered, clambering to her feet, her knees aching a little from that awkward position. Fuck, she really should have just changed things up rather than blowing him like some weird femsub thing. She shook her head and focused on him, as he got completely naked - she was completely clothed, still, and there was something sexy about that, the kind of quiet vulnerability he projected at the moment. Seeing him lying there, cock pointing up in the air, his naked body on full display... yeah, it was all good.

Her fingers hooked into her pants, some part of her wishing they gave you skirts in prison. Rather than undress the rest of the way, though, she simply moved to straddle him, almost completely dressed as she got in position. She took hold of his cock, rubbing it against her groin through the panties. "You feel that, slut? Feel how wet I am for you?"

"Yes," he breathed out, his expression one of naked lust. His hands went up for her hips, grasping them, actually starting to grind his hard cock against her panties like that. The sensation of his warm, hard length through the fabric of her boring cotton panties felt good, but it was obviously never going to get anybody off.

"If you're that desperate for it, then I guess I don't have any choice," she said, licking her lips as she shifted her panties to one side, angling his hard cock against her sex, feeling the tip find its way inside - and then just ramming herself down without a care in the whole world. He never complained when she started rough like this - she was pretty sure he actually liked it, even if he was too embarrassed to say as much aloud. "Fuck, I missed you," she groaned as she settled into place, her eyelashes fluttering as she began to grind atop him, holding herself down, just enjoying the sensation of his wonderful, big, hard cock rubbing against her inner walls.

"You missed me?" He asked, a playful note to his voice. "I'm the one who couldn't come for weeks, you're lucky I haven't come already."

That was so fucking sexy. She had to thank whatever thing gave him his powers, for making him like this, making it so he couldn't so much as masturbate on his own. Maybe he never would have approached her, that first time. "Go ahead and come, slut. I don't mind if you're quick, if it's with-" she was cut off by an intense pulse of pleasure, blooming up from her sex and forcefully crashing into her mind. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back, to not come until he had, but it was obvious he was using his power, her body twitching intermittently atop him. Her inner walls clamped down on his cock, as much by conscious will as anything else - and then, he let go with a groan.

She could feel that he'd been pent up for a long time. The gush of his cum seemed endless, constantly spraying out inside her in an endless series of squirts and splatters. It felt thicker than usual, viscous, clinging to the insides of her sex and just staining her in his white. Absently, some part of her remembered that she wasn't on the pill - whatever, she'd get some plan B or something later, she could hardly stop now.

She was only tenuously aware of the position of her own body, as the pleasure just kept gushing through her. She could feel his strong hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as his body did its level best to get her pregnant. She could see his eyes as they stared up at her, his gaze rapacious, hungry. Fuck. Those eyes of his, that look. She'd had boyfriends before, she was an attractive woman, but no guy had ever looked at her like that. It was like he was a girl staring at the sexiest stud in the world, all but letting his mouth fall open and saliva start dripping and drooling out.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, she realized that she wasn't just twitching back and forth from pleasure - his hands were gripping her tight and actively fucking her on his cock, hefting her body up then slamming it back down. He was still hard, despite how much he'd just been coming, and she let out a low moan as she delighted in the feelings. "Kiss, kiss me," she panted out, leaning forward to find his lips with her own, to reassure herself that her man really was here, that he was always going to be here, that he was never going to disappear. She could feel as his cock twitched, and smiled inwardly as their lips met - even if he acted the slut, he still wanted her to like him, still wanted her to care for him, just like a cute little bachelor with stars in his eyes about the beautiful young lady who had deigned to shower him with her attentions.

She came at that thought, her eyelashes fluttering a bit. She'd taken this boy's cherry and he was totally in love with her, with her body, willing to do anything it took to be with her. He'd violate the law, risk everything, just for her sake. Her fingers grasped his cheeks, holding him against her as her orgasm rushed through her, her body twitching softly and subtly as she ground against him. Hot breaths escaped her throat into his mouth, and she just lost herself in the moment.

She had to suck in these desperate breaths around his lips, and at some point, she started to become lazy, letting him do all the work, just grabbing her hips and fucking her up and down his cock. It was great - made her wish he was on top, almost, so she could just lazily bask in his attentions.

She broke off the kiss at that thought, a thin trail of saliva briefly stretching between their lips before she spoke. "Let's switch, you on to-" was as far as she got before he just forcefully twisted her around, practically tossing her down onto the bottom of the bed. The slut loved being on top, not for power or domination, but just because it let him go absolutely wild in terms of his pace. He was ramming into her as hard as possible, his fingers still tight around her hips, and she felt a certain wincing pressure on her breasts, as if her bra was shrinking, accompanied by the general pleasure of getting fucked hard by the boy she loved.

She let out a little laugh as her brain processed the sensation. "You love my big fat tits, huh?" She asked, peeling off her top, then undoing her bra, sighing with relief as her newly-copious quantity of titflesh spilling free. "Maybe I should keep them at all times," she teased, and that made him go even faster, clearly excited by the concept. "Won't have much of a secret identity any more... well, maybe you can play with my face a little?"

"I love your face just the way it is," he panted, leaning down over her and kissing her hungrily on the lips, his teeth briefly nibbling on her lower lip and tugging gingerly. He could be so soft sometimes, so gentle even when he was getting crazy, like he was afraid if he went too far, she'd be mad at him.

"I'm glad to hear that, slut," she said, reaching around to give his ass a quick swat, and a moment later, an overwhelming pleasure coursed through her, a low moan escaping her throat as she thrashed on the bed beneath him. He leaned forward, sucking on one of her tits, his hands sliding up her body to grope and caress her breasts, which always felt insanely sensitive whenever he did this, the pleasure such that she could hardly control herself.

It was hard for him to control himself, too, since he came only a few seconds after his fingers began sinking into her breasts. He squeezed extra tight, a certain inch of pain adding to the ecstasy she was experiencing. She wasn't a masochist, but somehow it just made the rest of it pop. Especially since the pain represented the fact that he'd completely lost himself in pleasure, his cock throbbing, twitching, exploding inside her, another thick, copious quantity of cum deposited directly inside her.

He pulled back and out, then, just shifting up on her body to straddle her breasts, fingers squeezing her tits around his cock as he started to fuck them. She gave him a light smile, but she didn't lean forward - his dick was still coated in her juices, after all, and it'd be real gross.

It didn't seem to matter to him any, though. He made her breasts keep swelling, getting larger and larger, softer yet tighter, and soon enough he was practically fucking the space between two mattresses, with how big her tits were and how closely clamped together they'd become. It was sexy, seeing him lose control like that. He'd only do something like make her tits the size of volley balls when he'd completely lost himself to lust, and always feel embarrassed after the fact.

It was fine with her. She'd even started looking at big-tit pornos sometimes. She didn't tell him that, though, as she let him spray out a load in the valley of her breasts, seed splattering up to hit her chin and stain her neck, as she just lay there, softly closing her eyes and taking long, deep breaths as each and every last droplet of cum got wrung out of him.

"I love you, Sophia." His eyes drank her in, completely without hesitation, as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"I love you too," she panted, and he simply collapsed next to her, entirely exhausted from what they'd just done. She absently scooped up a little cum, feeding it into her mouth, making a show of it - she'd learned a while back he really liked it when she did that, and she smiled as she saw his cock twitch, his eyes completely focused on the show.

* * *

Tattletale - Lisa, apparently, was her real name - sat next to Sophia as she watched television. Her slut was at school - she was never going to go to school again for the rest of her life. "Just so you know," Lisa said, "part of the deal we made, was that the other girls on the team would get to share him. So that's happening."

Sophia couldn't decide whether it was touching that he'd made that offer, insubordination, or a show of how debauched he'd become. "Every now and then, sure. He's my boyfriend, though."

"Like I want to go on a date with your boyfriend," Lisa replied with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Mm. Well. Skitter might care. Eh, I'll talk to her about it."

"Why would she care?" Sophia asked, frowning. When the hell had Skitter wound up fucking him, or falling for him?

"Oh." There was more meaning in that 'oh' than just the realization that she hadn't explained enough. "She saved him from some E88 rapists, you know."

"Oh, that was her?" Sophia relaxed a lot at that. He'd told her about that. She hadn't even been angry about it, after she'd had the chance to calm down. He'd been afraid, adrenaline running high, it all made sense. "That's fine. I thought she was a heroine, though?"

"Mm, well, you know. Who likes racist rapists?" Lisa asked, with a little chuckle at the alliteration. Sophia found herself laughing too.

Yeah, this would work out just fine.