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Taylor POV
Looking down at my costume, I check one final time that everything is in place, not that it would be out of place right after transforming. I climb out of my window and fly further into the city.
It has been 3 months since I triggered in my locker. I had read online that people gain abilities based on what caused their trigger event and I supposed that some of my abilities did match that.
What I couldn’t figure out was what role my outfit played in it. Don’t get me wrong, I was thankful that I didn’t have to make my own outfit, and that nobody could recognise me when I’m wearing it but it was quite revealing.
I love the wings and horns, but could I at least get something more than star-shaped pasties to cover my chest? And why do my sleeves and pants have to be so form-fitting? The pants don’t even go all the way up.
I think my eyes are pretty nice too, the star shape in them makes me look cool, and quite intimidating. I do have to constantly suppress the way they looked even outside of my transformation but it’s a small price to pay.
My outfit also changes based on… certain emotions. I learnt that very quickly when I was researching the capes in the city. My research into Glory Girl made me have to admit some things about myself I had suppressed because of the bullying.
She was so beautiful, so perfect. She flew around saving the day, fighting criminals and helping everyone. She did so much and all I want to do is see her beneath me. I want her to be mine.
It wasn’t just her though. There are so many capes in the city but she is the most relevant to the situation right now.
After all, she is the reason I am out right now, flying around the city. Glory Girl is known to patrol around this time in this area so I am going to ambush her.
From my research, I know she is incredibly strong and durable. That, along with her ability to fly she would be nearly impossible to catch which is why I have been researching her patrol path and who she patrols with to prepare my trap.
On most days she patrols with another member of New Wave but today is the one day a week she patrols alone. Once I trap her she will be at my mercy with no backup.
I chose this specific place to ambush her because there are no cameras anywhere nearby, other than the ones I have set up of course. It shouldn’t be long until she arrives here.
The minutes tick by and I rub my legs together, feeling a dampness forming as more and more fantasies play out in my head.
As I am in the middle of another fantasy I spot someone turn the corner midair and slowly make their way down the street.
It’s her. She is so beautiful, her perfect blonde hair, her wonderful figure and the soft smile on her face.
She gets closer and closer until she passes directly into my range.
I move quickly and tap 4 nearby lampposts, turning them into writing vines that snap out and wrap themselves around her wrists and ankles.
“Wh… who’s there.” She shouts out, a mix of anger and panic in her voice.
She strains against the vines holding her in place but her efforts are futile. No matter how hard she pulls the vines remain in place, tightly wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
After making sure she is fully restrained I finally walk out from my hiding spot.
She looks over towards me and takes in my looks, her eyes widening slightly before she begins trying to pull away from the vines even harder than before.
I’m not surprised, getting restrained so completely by someone half-naked must be rather scary for her.
My breathing gets heavier and heavier as she struggles against her bindings, panic slowly building on her face.
It is beautiful, so beautiful. The perfect, untouchable Glory Girl is bound and helpless before me.
My thighs rub together as the heat building between them soars in intensity.
I slowly walk towards her, deliberately taking my time to draw out the fear inside of her.
“Wh… who are you? You won’t get away with this.” She stutters out, a defiant glare in her eyes.
A wicked grin splits across my face as I curtsy. “Magia Baiser, it’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance Glory Girl.”
I finally arrive next to her, leaning in close and my breath washes over her face.
“What do you want with me?” She asks, the defiant glare still in her eyes but slightly more subdued from my proximity to her.
I stare into her beautiful eyes, admire every inch of her face before answering.
“When I was growing up, I always looked up to heroes. I wanted to be Alexandria, to be powerful and help people.” I begin, circling around her as I talk.
“I would watch the news and feel safe knowing there were heroes out there protecting the innocent, helping people who couldn’t help themselves.” I continue circling her, my pace increasing.
“And then came the day I needed that help, the worst day of my life, I’m sure you know what I mean.”
From the widening of her eyes, she knew exactly what I was talking about, my trigger event.
“I called out for help, I screamed for somebody… anybody to help me, to save me.” I tell her, tears streaming down my face as I stop behind her.
I lean in close to her ear and whisper in an angry, disappointed tone.
“Nobody came. Not one person helped me, I was trapped all alone when I needed help the most and none of the holier-than-thou heroes saved me.”
“And then I triggered. Used my own power to save myself because nobody else would. The only person I could rely on was myself.”
I place one hand on her arm and run it up and down, caressing her soft skin.
“No hero saved me that day. No hero even showed up. Even after showing people evidence of what happened, I was told it didn’t matter, that I wasn’t important.”
I begin to laugh. It’s a horrible, broken laugh that echoes the loneliness I am feeling.
“And then I realised.” I tell her as I move my hand from her arm to her side and slowly trail my hand upwards.
“If the world didn’t care for me, if it wouldn’t give me anything good, then I would take it for myself.”
My breathing grows heavier as my hand moves closer and closer to her covered chest.
My heartbeat echoes in my ears and blood rushes around my body.
“You are so beautiful, so perfect, and I want you to be mine. All mine, just mine.” I stutter out, rubbing my thighs together.
“You’re insane. Let me go, you don’t have to do this.” She finally manages to say after processing my story.
“I know, but for the first time in a very long time something I want is within my grasp, and I won’t let it get away.”
I finally move my hand from her side to touch one of her breasts. It is soft beneath my touch and my instincts take over. I begin to squeeze and grope her chest even as she struggles against her restraints. I don’t notice it but she is struggling less than she did before.
Using my free hand I tilt her head to the side, exposing her beautiful neck to me. I begin to lick her neck up and down before kissing it, leaving red marks after each kiss.
I move my hand away from her head after placing kisses on her neck and marking her. I place my hands on her shoulders and pull both sides of her dress down, revealing her red bra underneath. I use one hand to squeeze her boobs over her bra whilst using my other hand to unclasp it at the back.
It takes only a few seconds for her bra to fall away, revealing her beautiful breasts to me. They are just as perfect as the rest of her, firm but malleable beneath my touch topped by small, pink nipples.
I walk around to the front of her and lean in, taking one of them into my mouth, sucking and licking them desperately.
I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs as I toy with her body.
I spend a few minutes groping and licking her bare breasts, enjoying the feeling of her hard nipples in my mouth, alternating between them frequently.
She is surprisingly quiet, only a few stifled gasps and moans escape her mouth. She is still struggling against her bindings but she is putting in almost no effort at all.
“So beautiful.” I mumble, one of her nipples still in my mouth.
I pull back to admire my work. Her face is flushed red and her nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds. The marks on her neck are now fully formed into hickeys and her nipples are red and raw from the attention I gave them.
Nodding to myself happily I decide to carry on. I reach out and continue pulling her dress further down. I pull it over her hips and down her beautiful legs.
I notice that her panties are the same red as her bra as I pull them down, revealing her dripping folds to my gaze.
I inhale deeply, taking in her wonderful scent before leaning in and licking her sopping wet slit.
Her breath catches in her throat and she tries to close her legs but the vines prevent her from doing so.
She tastes just as good as I expected her to. Perfect, just like the rest of her.
I begin lapping at her folds ravenously, my tongue pushing into her tight pussy and exploring her depths.
Her moans grow louder as her pleasure builds, unable to hold them back any longer.
She squirms as I eat her out ravenously but cannot do anything to stop me. I can feel that my panties are completely soaked through as I draw closer to my own release. The pleasure I feel from dominating this perfect girl pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
It takes a few minutes for her to finally get pushed over the edge right into her orgasm, her juices squirt into my mouth as I keep licking, drawing it out for as long as I can.
When she finally comes down from her climax I pull back and am greeted by the sight of her face twisted with pleasure. The fear that was on it before is still present but it is overshadowed by the glazed over pleasure present in her previously defiant eyes.
The knowledge that I caused this, that I was the one who made the untouchable Glory Girl writhe with pleasure and squirt in my mouth pushed me over the edge as well.
I collapse to my knees as pleasure floods through me, my juices that were already flooding out of me squirt out at full force, leaving a puddle on the ground beneath me.
It takes me a minute to catch my breath and recover and even after all of that Glory Girl doesn’t say anything. I get up and lean in close to her, our eyes staring into each other’s. I close the distance between us as our lips meet. My tongue pushes past her lips and explores her mouth, dominating it as she doesn’t even try to resist.
After a minute I pull away to catch my breath and notice the look in her eyes. Instead of hatred or anger, there is just pity in her eyes, and a hint of sadness. Not at the situation but directed at me.
I look into her eyes for a while longer, trying to spot any hint of anger or hatred unsuccessfully.
Eventually, I turn away and release her from her bindings.
“I’ll see you again soon. Until next time Glory Girl” I say to her as I fly away, grabbing the cameras that captured every moment.
As I am flying away I think back on the look in her eyes.
Why?
Why didn’t she hate me?
I tied her up and used her.
She should hate me.
So why did she only have pity in her eyes?