I'm minding my own business, waiting for the bus on a busy sidewalk, when there's a hand in my hair. I'm roughly bent over, and my pants are tugged down my knees. Suddenly I'm getting pounded, in broad daylight, in the middle of a busy street. I'm screaming for help, but everyone just stands there, watching me get raped.
Why is no one helping me? Are they all in on it? Some ignore us completely, others spare me a glance and nothing more. A few take out their phones and point their cameras my way. I think they're filming me.
I'm crying now, my sobs shuddering with every slam of the strangers' hips. I whine in protest when they lift up my shirt and bra, exposing my tits. I can't even tell if they've got a strap on or a cock, but it doesn't matter in the end; I'm still getting raped.
When they're finished, they simply drop me to the ground. I'm too dazed to glance back at my assailant. I don't know who they are amongst the crowd.
The bus arrives, and people climb on. I hear the snap of a camera as a couple bystanders pass me. No one lends me a hand. It takes me a minute to realize I can move again, and by then my bus is already pulling away.
A slutty whore does not need choices. You should lose every control over your body and life , and do whatever your Daddy says.
Beg me to Blackmail you
I'll decide what you wear, what you eat , who you talk to and how & when you use your body as a sextoy. You will only be a living sextoy with no right or opinion.
My Google Drive link for exposure and blackmail. Hopefully I wake up to a situation I can't get out of. Use these pics and videos to take control of me🫣🫣
i will forever edge myself to the idea of being blackmailed but it so genuinely scary. I feel like if it ever happened i would break down crying and begging.
there was one time someone found my email and tried to threaten me (it went to my junk box and i didn’t see it for a couple months and nothing happened thank fuck) but i almost wish i kept it cus it actually made my heart sink from fear. like a week after it happened i was still scared about the person acting on their threat but couldn’t stop cumming to the thought of getting another threat.
i forget what it said exactly but it was something like “do (this thing) or i’ll show everyone you know what kinda sick shit you get off to” they definitely called me sick tho
}\ Female Amateur Villain x Male Villain Doctor (pt. 12)
"...you still need me to say 'yes.' " Hero says finally, "Because your crew is busted if the Heroes get here."
"No. You need to say yes. No amount of sniveling and apologizing to Superhero can change what you are: a liability."
Hero winces at the word. "I can do better--"
"I know." Supervillain remarks, blowing another puff of smoke. The maple sugar smell clings the edges of the mirror now. "But if they had the patience to see it, you wouldn't have been set on a measly patrol. That was the best you could give them and you couldn't. even. do. that."
The words fall like [decisive swordstrokes] on Hero's soul. They're not supposed to be right. Superhero always knew what to do. She'll be understanding that Hero didn't mean to get caught, right?
"I beat those girls," she says finally.
Supervillain snorts a laugh, "Well then, all the luck selling THAT story to Superhero. Do you think she'll be happy you brought so much flashy attention to yourself as an unnamed, unmarked civilian? Or will Superhero be to busy burying you in enough administrative bullshit to make you want to put your empty head through a paper shredder."
Their voice is modulating above their usual monotone, making the hairs on Hero's neck stand up. They're running out of time. And patience.
But the manipulation they're shelling at her is working and she hates it. But the sudden, icy feeling of staring down Superhero's disappointment is starting to overtake her dread of Supervillain.
"Okay but...If I go with you, you promise not to make any trouble for the heroes while I'm with--"
Supervillin puts a finger over her lips, "Don't start making demands, sweetheart. I stand to lose by this if my gamble doesn't pan out, not you. After all, I've been free to go where I want for years. But you," their eyes fix on Hero's, "you're used to being dragged around on a leash, aren't you?"
She looks down, barely brave enough to mutter, "Not by you."
"Don't worry," Supervillain closes the gap between them. "You'll learn..."
~*~*~*~*~
The Villains tumble into the lair. Well, Brute and Doc do. Of course, Villainess steps over them, exultant.
"God almighty in a tanning bed, our girl actually did it!" she says, downing whatever booze she'd stashed in her flask. Tucking the flask in her bra, she whips around just as Hero precedes Supervillain into the loading bay. "Look at her, ragged as a declawed alley cat with plenty-o bite left in her!"
"Whatever," Hero snips, ducking away to the hallway door. "Nobody asked."
The Villains watch her go, unsure if they should intervene or how to respond.
"Up yours, too, honey-booboo," Villainess flips off a perfectly manicured middle finger--the only nail unchipped in her barfight with Arnie.
"Why is she so bitchy? We had good time," Brute says, genuinely confused. "What more does she want? A parade?"
Rolling his eyes, the doctor pushes himself from the desk.
"Well if you all aren't going to get your clothes back, Diva--"
"Don't need 'em. I got a million where they came from. She looked ugly as hell anyway," she lights a cigarette. "Listen, she's a cute doll but she's gotta take the attitude out of that gratitude, doc honey."
She flicks a glance towards Supervillain as she says it, too.
"Gratitude for what?" Brute asks.
"Exactly."
Villain's brow arches, "You're saying she's like you?"
"Doc honey, I will read you six ways to Sunday on the devil's jackass, I swear! Don't test me. I won a bet twenty years in the making tonight and I am hot and bothered!"
"Then do your business elsewhere," Supervillain remarks, ""
"I'm in a gambling mood tonight."
"I did my job," Brute shrugs, settling in his broken-down recliner. "We are all alive. In one piece? Who cares. I'll be up before night and no sooner."
"And I won't miss you," Villainess reminds him, tossing a blanket in his general direction, "Though nobody asked."
*~*~*~*~
Doctor finds Hero in her room. The glitter hoodie has been discarded and the thin tanktop underneath is drenched in sweat and stained with alcohol.
She looks up when he enters. "Jeez, can you knock?"
He raps his knuckles on the wall. "Since you asked nicely."
Frowning, she shifts her attention back to examining her bruises. He's not going to say anything. He knows whatever conversation Supervillain had with her has left her on edge.
He hasn't had a moment alone with Supervillain to get more information. But there will be time after Hero is put to bed.
"Are you okay or do you want a once over?"
He means it to help, but by her stiffening response, it clearly lands wrong.
"Sure, go ahead and fix me up," she mutters, "I'm just a useless hero anyway. Can't do a fucking thing on my own without somebody's help so it might as well be you."
The doctor folds his arms, letting the silence breathe.
"Okay, fine, I'll do it myself," she crosses to the table, tearing open an alcohol swab to rub on her arm. The motion makes her wince but she tries to hide it. It's adorable.
"You did a good job tonight--"
"Don't," she interrupts him, "you villains are all the same. You're just using me."
"Starflower..." Doctor warns, a stiff smile on his face.
"No, I get it. I'm an asset, something to show off," she's doing it again, using vocabulary that doesn't match her. Saying it too quickly for the words to have come from her own head.
But he's smart enough to file that away, remember it for later.
"And no, I don't think you people are gonna let me go once you finish with me," Riled up, she finally turns to him, "I think--"
"It's fucked up."
Hero stops, shaken. He sees her scrambling through her mind, trying to find a phrase to counter his, so he continues first.
"It's all fucked up, I know. But I'm not training you to be a war machine. I'm saving your life because the shit they were pumping into you wasn't cutting it. You've felt the difference, I know you have, right?" She looks down, thinking but not answering. He steps closer until she lifts her eyes again, "But I'm going to make this clear: you're not gonna be a bitch to me because you think I won't give it back to you. Cuz I can. And if you keep it up, I will. Understood?"
She's subdued now, quiet but not mousey. "Okay."
He waits a beat in case there's more she wants to add. "Good. Now, let me swab you up."
Her shoulders slump, exhaustion in her face. She must have just remembered this all started as punishment for her attempted escape to the roof.
"Trust me, this is just as much for your sake as it is to make Supervillain happy."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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