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Death of the HeroA Hero’s death need not always be literally. As the old saying goes, you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villian. But in doing so a Hero is dead anyways. Gone are the morals and the justice. No longer are they a role model for the youngsters. Often they don’t even maintain the same appearance or name. So in essence they are dead regardless. And this is one such story. Our Hero doesn’t meet her life’s end, but her no beginning as something not quite what she used to be. Our Hero is Scarlet the Speedster. She is the fastest woman alive which is horrible for her sex life. No man can maintain when she decides she needs a good hard pounding since her instincts kick in and she starts thrusting on maximum overdrive. For her every man is a minute man and it’s just not quite enough. But boy do the men desire her. Standing about 5’7” her frame isn’t exactly slender, but only in so much that she has some meat on her bones. Her ass and her tits aren’t bounding all over the place like some Heros who will remain nameless and mostly fabricless, but when she suits up it helps everything pop in just the right places. Her c cups perk up without much support needed thanks to the rather tight nature of her suit, with a similar effect going on behind. But that’s not why she wears the suit she does. She wears a black one piece that zips up the front from crotch to neck, if she were to zip it up all the way. The suit is weaved from a para-aramid fiber created just to protect Scarlet not only while she’s zipping around but from any physical damage she might encounter while doing the Hero thing. Light weight and flexible, it sits almost like a second skin on Scarlet so that it creates no extra drag and catching hazards. It’s also strong enough to stop a bullet but that’s not to say she’s bulletproof. They’ll still knock her flat on her back with bruising/swelling/bone breaking a hazard to be aware of. She keeps with her a red utility belt that was designed to be as streamlined as possible like the suit, but she wears it loose, so it hangs slightly to one side on her hip. She also wears red fingerless gloves over the hands of the suit even though they aren’t necessary since the suit encloses her entire hand. So not everything was strictly functional. She did have a bit of style. Her red accents and her flaming locks are what lead to her being dubbed Scarlet. Her black domino mask and hair especially made her blue eyes seem to sparkle even brighter in contrast. So it’s not hard at all to see that when she slowed down enough for someone to catch a good look at her, they were usually quite smitten. The day she stopped being Scarlet started out like any other though. She was zipping about almost non stop, performing small to large feats without slowing down for so much as a thank you. That is until she came across a mugger holding a young girl around the neck. Things like this usually irked Scarlet more than other crimes because it hit closer to home for her as a woman herself. She rushed in, shoulder tackling the mugger into a brick wall a few feet away. He slumped to the floor u*********s. Instead of rushing off she straightened herself and looked over to the girl to make sure she was okay. Before she could get two syllables out though, the girl had flung her arms around Scarlet, thanking her behind sobs and tears. Scarlet instinctively put her arms around the woman to assure her she was alright but almost instantly felt a slight pinch against her exposed neck. Her knees buckled. She felt herself start to fall backwards as her field of vision quickly began to blur and blacken. The last thing she saw was the girl smirking and holding a syringe in her hands she hadn’t noticed before…Scarlet’s head jerked up as she awoke. d**gged and taken wasn’t the way she was hoping this day would go. Her surroundings were dim, but there was enough light to make out that she was in some sort of make shift dungeon. Torture chamber may or may not aptly describe it. There were chains and pendik escort whips abound, but most of the chains ended in fuzzy cuffs and nearly all of the whips looked like they were straight out of an adult sex shop. She was being held up by her wrists, bound above her head to another chain from the roof. Her feet were bound to chains coming from the floor, too short for her to have much movement. From what she could gather of what was behind her, she was in the center of the room. Her utility belt hung on a peg on the wall directly in front of her, obviously to remind her of how helpless she currently was. Like she needed that though. She shook violently against her bindings, trying to accelerate her limbs enough to vibrate through them. But she didn’t accelerate like normal. That’s when she felt the cold metal against her throat. It circled around her entire neck, some kind of collar. It wasn’t until that moment that her breathing picked up and the first twinges of fear kicked in. “Good evening Scarlet.” came a gruff voice from behind her. She heard heavy footsteps approaching. “I’m glad to see you’re finally awake. I didn’t want to start without you.” He was right next to her now. She could feel his breath on her ear. “By now you’ve probably realized I’ve neutralized your speed. Calm down.” He said it not out of concern or even noticing that she wasn’t calm. It was as if he expected her to be worked up so he had to order her back to her senses. “They aren’t gone, just stopped. The collar will keep you normal while it’s on. And it will stay on while I help you with your little problem.” She just shot him a quizzical look. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time Scarlet. I know who you are and how frustrated your life has become.” He emphasized the word almost sympathetically. “Submit to me and I will end your frustration.” She tried to search his face but what she could see of it remained passive. His tone didn’t convey a bargain though. He wasn’t asking her. He was telling her. The idea sent shivers through parts of her brain she wasn’t aware could shiver that way. There was something about this man. Maybe it was his overly confident nature. Maybe she really just needed a good dicking. Or maybe it was the submitting. Being the Hero, everybody always looked to Scarlet to take the lead, be in charge, always have the answers. She didn’t mind, but she also didn’t think much of it. Being at somebody’s mercy intrigued her. But she faced forward again and said nothing. “Not yet, eh?” He asked. She thought she heard a smirk in his voice, but remained looking forward. “Don’t worry. This won’t be by force. When it happens you’ll have wanted it. And when that time comes around, you won’t ever want to say no again.” She heard him walk back the way he came in. She assumed he was leaving, but instead she heard chains rattling and felt herself lowering towards the floor. First her feet touched down fully, but she had been hanging long enough that they didn’t want to support her. They numbly tried to find footing, but as she continued to lower they sprawled behind her until she was resting on her knees. The chain above her stopped moving. She heard some slight shuffling and the chain binding her feet tightened, eliminating the slack that would allow her to stand later. Then the footsteps returned. But he didn’t stop beside her this time, he positioned himself directly in front of her. For the first time she got to see her captor. She estimated his height to be slightly taller than her, with maybe 50 pounds on her weight wise. She could probably take him in a straight fight, but she knew that wouldn’t be happening any time soon. He was dressed in a more casual type suit. Jacket and button down, slacks, but no tie. His shoes were clean and shined so despite the slightly casual nature he did go to lengths to create his look. He removed his jacket and threw it back at the wall behind her. He rolled up his sleeves all the while staring down at her. She expected maybe to be hit; beat into submission, but all escort pendik he did was unzip his pants and pull his cock out through the zipper hole. Then he stood and he waited. From the moment his limp dick flopped onto his slacks Scarlet couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Even flaccid it had to be six inches long already. Her mouth betrayed her in starting to water already. Fuck, it had been too long since she was truly satisfied. They both said nothing, though, as he stared at her and she stared at his cock. Seconds passed to minutes, minutes passed to hours, hours passed to days, weeks, years, an eternity – at least that’s how long it seemed she was holding out in her head. She really had no idea how long she had taken in this sight, but she knew he was right. Eventually her base urges would tell her to lick it, taste it, suck it. And once she did she would be his to do with as he pleased. Her body was already yearning for it, but her mind hadn’t let go of her last doubts quite yet. She prayed her mind wasn’t as strong as she thought it was. After the most painful silence of her life, he finally broke it. “Lick it.” he said. Again, not a question or a request. She didn’t know why but at that very moment her brain gave in. She stuck out her tongue, using the tip to grab his cock head, lifting it as she licked the tip from top to bottom. She let it drop and did nothing else. At that point she knew her brain wasn’t holding out on her, it was waiting on him. “Suck it.” Without hesitation she lifted it with her tongue again, but plunged her head down on it this time, taking as much in her mouth as she could. She bobbed as best she could with her hands bound above her head, slobbering over his cock as he started to grow in her mouth. As he gained inches and rigidity she found it easier to service him. “Deeper.” She forced her head as low on his shaft as she could. She could almost swear she felt his cock head pounding on the back of her throat each time she took him in. Her breathing slowed as she tried to breath in and out around these poundings, but she dare not stop or even slow down. She had no idea why but it seemed as if her brain had just flipped a switch and she was no longer in control. Eventually the lack of steady breathing got to her and she let out an involuntary cough. “Stop.” She ended her bobbing, but held his cock in her mouth at a point where she could breath out of her nose. “Stand.” Minding her teeth, she lifted her lower half to her now unnumb feet, keeping her body bent at the waist so as to keep her face level with his midsection. “Take it all.” With her neck no longer at an angle, she buried her face down his shaft. She could feel his cock head snake into the back of her mouth, winding down her throat. She had never taken anybody this far into her mouth before. She was silently praising the gods that she didn’t seem to have a gag reflex. Her lips quickly reached the end, with her nose pressed into his body. “Lick my balls.” She tried to open her mouth as wide as she could and slipped her tongue out of her mouth, tonguing at the man’s sack while he was still buried in her throat. Being this far down breathing wasn’t an option but she pushed on anyways, licking away as best she could. With no breath though, her vision began to blacken on the edges and her tongue movements slowed greatly. Rather than say anything to her though, he simply stepped back, pulling himself out of her. She dropped back to her knees, gasping for air. “In one minute, stand back up.” She began counting her breaths, in for one second, out, repeat. She drew in thirty breaths and exhaled thirty times, then forced herself to her feet. She stood fully up right now, the chains at her wrists becoming slack. “You have submitted. There will be no more need for these.” He said, unbinding her wrists. “Unbind your legs and assume the position on the wall.” She crouched down and quickly undid the straps around her ankles. She walked forward towards the wall, stopping about two feet away and leaned towards it, putting pendik escort bayan her hands against it above her head. She spread her legs slightly more than shoulder width apart. He came up behind her, his cock still hanging out and rock hard. Reaching around her, he grabbed the zipper of her suit and pulled it all the way down. Her breasts spilled out and she yearned for him to play with them, but she said nothing and continued staring at the wall. As he released her zipper he plunged his hands into her suit, between her legs. His middle and forefinger found her slit. She felt a twinge of excitement as they entered her, but he immediately pulled them out, holding them up in front of her face. “I see you’re already ready for me.” He said as they glistened in the light. “Clean them.” She opened her mouth and sucked her juices off of his fingers. “Arms back.” She removed her hands from the wall, holding them behind her at her waist. He grabbed her suit and pulled it down. It freely slid down her back and arms until it was completely free from her body above the waist. He pulled again, in a more downward motion, forcing the suit to bunch against her thighs, where her spreading legs wouldn’t allow it to travel any further down. It was enough for him to have access to her though, and that was all the mattered. “Hands up.” She resumed the position. He inched closer to her, sliding his dick between her legs. She could feel his head and shaft softly rubbing against her as he began to rock his hips back and forth. It’d been so long. She almost immediately closed her eyes. She let out a soft moan. “Lean forward.” She rested her elbows and face against the wall, forcing her ass to stick out more. He slide inside of her, filling her to the brim. She let out a small gasp. His slow rocking gave way to gentle thrusts which quickly gave way to forceful thrusts. In no time at all he was pounding away at her like he was trying to drive a nail through concrete. He held nothing back. He didn’t actually care about her pleasure but knew his promise would be kept. Sure enough Scarlet was quickly overtaken with wave after wave of ecstasy. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy was able to pound her like this. She couldn’t remember the last time she could thrust back without super speeding the guy to climax. This was everything she needed in life right now, it didn’t matter how she had gotten to this point. He never relented. He thrust hard and he thrust deep, burying himself completely inside of her each and every time. Her moans turned into muttered fucks. Her muttered fucks turned into whispered oh gods. Her whispered oh gods turned into primal howls. Still he showed no sign of slowing down, but Scarlet couldn’t contain herself anymore. She came hard with a final scream. Her legs buckled and she wanted nothing more to be a content mess on the floor, but he continued ramming her against the wall, almost lifting her off of her feet at one point. She began moaning softly again, but she wasn’t sure she could take another orgasm like that. At least not for a few more minutes. But then he abruptly stopped and pulled. “Turn around, on your knees.” Her legs happily obliged. She was face to head again. He gave himself two quick strokes before unleashing onto her face. His cum clashed brightly against her domino mask and red hair. “Clean it.” He said, holding his slowly deflating cock in front of her. She lick him clean, giving extra attention to the tip. When he was satisfied he stuffed himself back into his pants and began unrolling his sleeves. He walked across the room and grabbed his jacket from the floor. “You’re no hero anymore. You’re nothing but a cum slut. My cum slut.” He told her, not in a disgusted way, but more satisfied with himself. “I’m going to leave this door open. Whenever you’re ready you can leave. Go right if you want to return to your life of lies. Go left and there will be a bathroom you can clean up and change in before joining me upstairs.” With no further words he opened the door and walked out, turning left. Scarlet sat there for a moment contemplating her decision. When she felt her legs were ready, she got up, pulled her suit back up and walked to the door. She paused for a moment outside before she turned left.

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