Helen Parr, known to the world as Elastigirl, crouched down behind a set of crates and studied the dilapidated warehouse in which she found herself. One arm reached up, stretching eight feet into the air to stick a small metal ring to the side of the camera monitoring the room above. With a tiny crackle of electricity, the camera began to loop, feeding the last twenty seconds on repeat and leaving Elastigirl free to continue creeping into the warehouse's depths.
It had been a busy several months since the return of superheroes to the world, months filled with super villains, dangerous criminals, and settling into new routines at school and home. Helen had adapted quickly, her elastic body easily slipping back into the same crime-fighting shape she had been in ten years before. Motherhood had been kind to Helen, as was perhaps not a surprise given her ability to stretch every part of her body into elaborate contortions, and she didn't have any of the wrinkles or stretch marks that were starting to appear on the bodies of her friends. Her hair was still lustrous and red, her eyes were a bit more mature but sparkled with the same humor as ever, and her nights were still spent fighting crime.
The Incredibles, as the media had named their super-powered family, had stood up against five major villains in the last year and stopped every one of them, but that hadn't stopped new enemies from appearing. Lately, many of these new villains were armed with powerful weapons and robotic devices that allowed them to devastate entire squads of police, all of them bearing the same sleek, jet-black designs. Finding the source of those devices had become the top priority for every super in the region, and when a computer-based hero calling himself the Pixelator finally found a trail to a major shipment being handled by a 'Mr. Shade', Helen had rushed into action.
Unfortunately, it was a school night, and the children were already in bed. She and Bob, her husband, had argued over whether or not to follow the lead, but Helen had ultimately convinced him that she could handle the situation. For secrecy's sake, the mysterious man in charge of these weapon shipments had designed his local lair in the guise of a simple shipping company, hiding his defenses and guards beneath a layer of simplicity. The security, however, was a decoy, left in case someone managed to penetrate his extensive defenses. The Pixelator had learned that the actual shipment of weapons was being stored in a quiet, dusty corner of the warehouse, with only minimal guards and no sign of actual value present. If she could bypass the electronic security surrounding the building as a whole, uncovering the weapons would be simplicity itself.
"It's just a fact-finding mission," Helen had assured her nervous husband. "And you know you always end up smashing through walls on those."
"I'm quiet!" Bob had protested. "I can be very stealthy! Remember when I found Syndrome's plans?"
"Bob," Helen had said seriously, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "you are not getting out of watching the kids tonight. We agreed, we each get to take turns having a night off, and no one else is around to keep an eye on them."
And so here she was, slipping through the warehouse towards the crates in question. The guards were on their patrol, leaving her ten minutes to study the contents, plant a tracer, and escape. After that, she could trace the shipment to its next arrival point, and possibly find out just who was selling these dangerous goods.
***
Brett Truman grumbled to himself as he strolled through the warehouse, breathing heavily and tapping his small nightstick against his leg. He did the same damned route every night, literal hours of walking around, and he was still three hundred and fifty pounds of blubber and flesh. It was enough to make a man cry. For a while, he'd tried dieting, and had gotten himself down maybe thirty pounds, but it didn't help, so he'd eventually given up and just let himself eat whatever he felt like. Might not be so healthy, and maybe he'd started to look like a walking pile of fat squeezed into a guard's uniform, but whatever. Life was too short.
Life was too short for a lot of things, Brett reflected, scratching the back of his balding head with his nightstick. Too short for him to be wasting it alone, too short to be walking the same damned route every night, going home and drinking himself to sleep. Life, in short, was not what Brett had hoped that it would be. He'd dreamed of being a police officer, saving lives, and instead he'd gotten... well, this. Long, bitter walks in the night, alone as he patrolled a warehouse that no one was ever going to come into. Long days sitting alone at his computer, staring at the lives of people who had been luckier than him. Trying to chat with women online, the inevitable humiliating first dates when they saw his mottled skin and beady eyes, sometimes not even waiting to speak to him before simply turning and walking away. An entire lifetime of being ignored and belittled, while everyone else moved forwards.
To hell with it. Tucking his stick back in its belt, Brett turned and started back towards his post. There was a little area where the cameras didn't quite reach, and he could grab a nap for ten minutes or so before anyone started to wonder where he'd gotten to. He used it when he was feeling particularly down, and this seemed like that kind of a night.
***
Elastigirl slipped through the rows of crates, small feet moving nimbly across their tops as she watched for guard patrols. A guard walked past, fat and stupid, and she crouched low against her makeshift cover, breasts pressing into the wooden surface of the crates and body coiled nearly into a perfect square as she made herself scarce. She could feel the wood grain almost rubbing against her skin, and she wondered not for the first time if there was a way to make her costume just a shade thicker, while retaining its ability to copy her natural stretching abilities. The sensation was... well, pleasurable, to be honest, but not something she needed in the middle of a mission. Below her, the guard paused, and Elastigirl caught her breath. Then, with a shrug, he continued walking, and she let out a slow, steady exhalation, slipping silently towards the far end of the room.
The crates were exactly where they were supposed to be, and Elastigirl slipped across the warehouse towards them silently and easily, stretching and shifting her body to pool from one shadow to the next, smooth and serene. Her red hair, curling around her shoulders, waved out of her face as she moved, helpfully shielding her eyes from any bright lights to keep her accustomed to the shadows, and her red suit obliging toned itself to a nearly-black shade – another improvement made by their costume designer, Edna. Within moments, she was in front of the crates, her fingers expanding into slender, flat wedges that she slipped into the gaps in the crate's top, easily prying it off without a hint of sound. Inside, as she had expected, were rows of shining steel helmets and jetpacks – weapons for an army of flying goons. Quickly and quietly, studying the gear, Helen reached into her belt, pulling out a set of tracers and affixing one to each jetpack. The tracers would remain dormant until she signaled them, which should make detection impossible.
As she carefully replaced the crate's lid, studying it intently and using her nimble fingers to slide its nails back into their original places, Helen checked her work carefully, ensuring that there wouldn't be a trace of her tampering. She was so intent, in fact, that she failed to catch the quiet gasp of surprise from across the room, or the ever-so-soft tread of shoes creeping across the concrete. When she did hear a sound, she spun around, arms already extending to grab her ambusher. She was just in time to receive a face full of purple gas. As she collapsed to the ground, limbs returning to their usual sizes, she had a vague image of a fat, smiling man, and then the world went dark.
***
Standing over the fallen superheroine, Brett stared, lips moving in a silent series of unbelieving sounds. He scratched his massive belly, looking the woman up and down. No doubt about it, it was the famous Elastigirl. He'd spent enough time staring at pictures of her on the Internet to recognize her in person. Her breasts, small and pert underneath her lovely suit, were practically begging him to cop a feel, so he did, rubbing a hand over them in amazement. Through her suit, he could feel the smoothness of her skin, almost impossibly perfect. Her lips, so full and slender, her lovely little nose... this was the most beautiful woman that Brett had ever seen, and she was lying unconscious on the floor in front of him.
For once in his life, luck had been on Brett's side. He'd been almost to his hiding place when he'd heard the sounds of another guard's shoes tapping on the floor – probably Phil, the fat bastard. Thick, chunky, even fatter than Brett and a pain in the ass to boot, Phil stomped around like he owned the damn place, and Brett didn't want to have to explain why he wasn't on his route. Quickly, as quietly as he could manage, he'd retreated... just in time to see the woman's shapely ass bending over the crates in one corner of the room. One can of knockout spray later, here he was, with the finest piece of ass in superherodom.
He sighed as he considered the waste of it all. His luck had finally turned, he'd caught a stunner like this, and he'd have to go and turn her over to Mr. Shade's elite forces. They would want to know that a super was snooping around, after all. He probably wouldn't even get any recognition for it. Mr. Shade's money was not unlike Mr. Shade himself, in that Brett had never seen either of them and didn't expect to. He shook his head, wishing he had a camera to at least snap some photos of the unconscious superhero before handing her over. He hated to go away from his one big break empty-handed.
Unless...
A nasty thought began to form. There was an interrogation room in one corner of the building, nice and dark. If the superbitch had jimmied the cameras here, he could get her there easily enough. And from there, well, almost anything could happen. He could finally get something out of his life, something really worth all of the misery that fate had dished out over the years.
The more that he thought about it, the more that Brett started to smile. With a grunt of effort, the guard picked up the unconscious woman and slung her over his shoulder. The knockout spray should last another five or ten minutes, and he wanted everything to be in place by the time his prey woke up.
***
Helen woke disoriented, head pounding and throat dry, and as her vision swam into focus she tried to remember what had happened. The cold steel walls around her, the metal pressed around her ankle, and the gloating face of one of the ugliest men she had ever seen, shocked her back into awareness, and she tried to pull her hands back to clock him in the jaw before he realized she was awake.
To her surprise, her arm shot forward... and fell short of her target, stretching barely past its normal length. A moment more of struggle, and Helen realized that her body had somehow lost its elasticity. She threw one punch after another at her captor, but her arms continued to fall short. She tried stretching her legs… nothing, her captor bursting out laughing at her attempts.
"Don't know if you're awake enough to hear me," she heard a male voice sneer, "But don't bother with all that. I know about your...flexibility. That's why I've injected you with some nice muscle relaxant...Mr. Shade's batch. Should keep your flexibility limited just enough for a few hours."
The enormity of the statement jolted Helen completely back to reality. The clanking sound of a chain echoed throughout the chamber as she tried to move forward. The spots began to fade from her vision and the dull features of the room invaded her sight. All of the walls were a shade of grey, with an imposing steel door to her right. She noticed that it was without a handle, meaning that the door could only be opened from the outside. Her eyes followed the length of chain, and noticed that her left leg was chained to a table. Her first thought was to lift the table, but she soon realized that it was bolted to the floor. Other than the table, a small camera in the corner, a mirror on the wall to her left, and a large wooden chair, the room was empty.
"Good morning, sunshine," the man in front of her sneered. Helen studied him, teeth gritted in anger. He was wearing a guard's uniform, his stomach poking out from the waist of his jacket and revealing a slightly-stained white shirt, with a small badge reading "Brett" pinned to his jacket's front pocket. His hair was thin and black, a comb-over trying to hide a growing bald spot, and his eyes were small and rapacious. "Welcome to the best night of your life."
"You have no idea who you are dealing with," Helen snarled.
"Oh, I know exactly who I'm dealing with... Mrs. Parr." Brett leered at his captive, slowly looking her up and down. He reached down, picking her mask off the table and spinning it around one flabby finger. "This place has some pretty nice computer systems, you know. Took a picture, ran it through our systems, got all your details. Not that I really needed to. All the boys know about you, Elastigirl. Or should I call you Helen?" Idly, he scratched his nails against his chest, enjoying her expression of anger and surprise. "Didn't think I could pull it off, huh? Some nobody figuring out your precious secret identity? Well, too late, honey. Cat's out of the bag."
Helen's mind raced. In the grand scheme of things, this meant less than the fact of her capture – in a worst-case scenario, she and her family could be moved to a new life – but it was still a violation, a breach of her privacy and identity. "Well, then, you know how much trouble you're about to be in. I don't work alone, and my husband will be busting down the door to this place any minute! If you know what's good for you, you'll let me go and get out of here while you still can."
Brett slowly walked around Elastigirl, reveling in his power over her. Her head craned around to follow him, twisting around even as he stood behind her, and he smirked, keeping eye contact with her even as he continued his stepping. "I don't think so. I don't think anyone is here, you know? Oh, I'm sure he'll find you eventually, once he starts looking, but by then Mr. Shade will have taken you apart to find out what makes you tick. Guess I'd better go call him." He took a half-step away, then paused and looked back over his shoulder. "Unless..."
"Unless?" Helen considered her options, stalling for time. She could probably knock Brett out if he would just step closely enough, but that wouldn't undo her restraints, and if she couldn't trick him into revealing how to release them she would have to wait until whatever he'd injected her with wore off. She didn't like the odds of remaining unfound by any of the other guards in the warehouse before that happened.
"No one else actually knows that you're here yet," Brett gloated. "Those restraints may be run of the mill, but the door, it was made to hold just about any kind of super, no matter how strong, quick, or... flexible." He put emphasis on the last word, still smiling. "It'll only unlock from a control panel outside. From inside, the door only opens if a hand from my conscious, living body gets placed upon a sensor on it, and it has to be shut again for the restraints to be unlocked. Your only way out is if I walk out that door and trigger the restraints. I figure in, oh, about two hours or so, Mr. Shade's people will stop by to see what's going on, so if you really want to get me in trouble I guess you can. Of course, then you get taken apart, and then Mr. Shade goes after your family."
Helen's blood froze. Her family could be moved, but how quickly? Certainly not before they even knew there was a problem. "I assume," she said, keeping her voice as even as possible, "that you're about to suggest an alternative."
Brett's smile grew, and he stepped forwards, lowering his voice until Elastigirl began to tilt her head forwards to listen. "For the next hour," he said quietly, "You spread your legs open for me. Fuck me hard. Or I will give you over to Mr. Shade." He looked into her wide eyes, and he winked. "You'll love it, just so you know. And at the end of the hour, you can go. The security feeds are off, and no one'll even know that you were here."
Helen swallowed heavily. "Go to hell!" she shouted. Her arms and legs expanded, but then contracted again, completely trapped.
Brett shrugged, stepping back. "Your choice," he said nastily. "I'll just go and get the others, then. Bet you'll just love some of the things that they'll do to you."
The thought chilled Helen, and she finally realized that she was truly trapped. There would be no appealing to Brett's better nature, no way to force her own way out. If she gave in, there would be no turning back. But if she didn't, it would be worse. The other guards might not be as dedicated as Brett, and he was probably right about what her treatment at the hands of Mr. Shade would represent. Bob wouldn't expect her home for hours, and by then it could be too late. Her life hung in the balance, and the lives of her family could well hang there, too. But to give herself up to this... this disgusting pig? This grunt who she would beat to a pulp if anything in this situation was different? She reviled at the thought of him inside her... this man who didn't deserve the privilege being inside any woman, much less her, Elastigirl!
"Running out of time, sweetheart," Brett said, doing his best to sound bored and not to ogle her too openly. He could hardly wait, could see her defenses slowly coming down, but he wanted to savor this moment – the moment of her abject humiliation, before it all truly began.
Icy dread filled Helen's gut as she realized she was going to do exactly what the slob of a man wanted her to do. She had no choice. Maybe if she could think of some way that only involved giving her own life, she'd be able to resist him. But she couldn't. And her family meant more to her than her dignity. If allowing the disgusting man to have his way with her ensured their safety, she had to take that chance. Her eyes widened with terror as she saw Brett start towards the room's exit again. "No, wait," she squeaked out, still finding it difficult to get the words past her lips despite the knowledge that she had to go through with it. "I'll… I'll do it."
Brett froze, half-certain that he'd imagined her words. There was a large part of him that had assumed the beautiful woman would rather send herself and her family to a certain death in order to avoid having sex with him. But his plan had worked. His cock stirred in his pants as a wide grin spread across his face. "Clever girl," he said, moving back to stand in front of her. "You won't regret this," he told her, reaching down to rub at the growing bulge at his crotch as he moved closer to her. "Time's not on your side, though, so you might want to get out of that costume." He shook his head. "Not that it leaves much to the imagination. Aren't you supposed to be married?"
The last thing Helen wanted to think about was Bob. She didn't know how she would face him after letting another man violate her. A tremble ran through her as Brett crept closer to her. "You've got a man, but you go out fighting crime dressed like this?" he asked, stepping close enough for Helen to smell his breath. She cringed as he reached around to roughly grope her plump but perky buttocks. "You feel that? How could you not with a suit this thin? I can feel every little curve of your sexy body through this thing. It might as well be body paint. What the hell purpose could this suit even serve?"
Helen wanted to explain the necessity of her ultra-thin suit, but she couldn't get the words past her lips. She was still having trouble comprehending how she'd found herself in such a terrible position. Doubly so, considering it wasn't even a supervillain who'd captured her. Just some nobody. She fought back the urge to smack the man's hand away from her ass and struggled to keep the tears from breaking free of her eyes. She could do nothing except what he wanted her to if she wanted to save her family. So Helen tightened her jaw and endured the verbal abuse.
"Oh, I get it," Brett said with a smirk, continuing to rub Helen's pert buttocks. "I bet you wear this to tease people. Show them what they can never have. Show off how good you look." He shook his head. "Well, tonight's the night you get to pay for giving who knows how many men blue balls as you stretch and pose in front of them. You get to do that through me. And baby, you're lucky it was me who caught you. I'm gonna treat you far better than the others would. But I'm still going to give you a proper fucking for traipsing around in that slutty tease of an outfit."
Again, Helen wanted to defend herself. She wanted to deny his allegations. But she couldn't. Because she'd never thought of it in such a way before. Her eyes widened as she realized he must be right on some level. Even if it hadn't been her intention, she'd always known how good she looked in her suit. It had never occurred to her that her enemies might think so, too. Helen's cheeks blushed with embarrassment and shame. She still didn't think she deserved to be fucked by the overweight security guard, but his words had cut her far more deeply than she'd anticipated.
"Now take it off," Brett growled, stepping back from her.
Focusing on what needed to be done to keep her family safe, Helen started to squirm her way out of her suit. It was harder than usual. As tight as the suit was, Helen had never had trouble getting in and out of it, but with her powers stolen from her, she had to squeeze her body free of the gripping fabric. She stretched it over her shoulders and shimmied it down, hesitating for a moment when it reached the tops of her breasts. There was no room for underwear in the suit. She'd only ever gotten in and out of her suit alone or in front of Bob. By continuing, she was committing fully to her actions and revealing herself in a way that she could never take back. Taking a deep breath, Helen pushed the suit further down, exposing her full, perky breasts.
As Helen breathed in, Brett breathed out in a gasp as the sight of Helen's perfect tits filled his vision. They were plump and smooth and tipped with rosy nipples. Brett practically drooled as she continued to peel the suit down her delightfully slim belly, pausing as she reached her belt. She unclipped it and let it drop to the floor before realizing she'd have to remove her long black boots before she could finish stripping. She lifted one leg and balanced on the other as she worked the boot off. Her breasts swayed and jiggled as they bounced against each other while she struggled to get the boot free from her foot.
By the time Helen got the first boot off, she looked up to see Brett's rigid erection bulging against the crotch of his pants. Her eyes widened with horrified fascination. She'd never seen such a large cock before. Despite Bob's considerable bulk, he was decidedly average below the belt. Not that she'd ever had any complaints. Helen gasped as Brett unfastened his pants and shoved them down to relieve the pressure on his contained member. The fleshy club sprang into view and Helen found it difficult to look away from the thick, throbbing prick. Feeling her cheeks warm, she turned her attention back to getting her second boot off so she could get down to the dirty business at hand.
Once the boots were off, the remainder of Helen's suit peeled off of her like the second skin it was. Brett couldn't resist lightly stroking his erection as he got his first glimpse of the small strip of neatly groomed pubic hair leading down to her hairless slit. Brett nodded as her discarded suit slid down the chain attached to her ankle. "Good," he told her. "Now I want you to turn around and bend over the desk. Get yourself wet for me." He wagged his cock at her. "I think you're going to need a bit of lubrication down there for this thing, baby. Especially with your powers not working."
Helen hated the idea of pleasuring herself in front of the lecherous security guard, but she couldn't argue with his logic. Never having seen such a huge cock before, she wasn't even sure it would fit inside her at all. At least it won't feel good, she thought as she slowly turned away from Brett and leaned forward against the table. She scooted her legs apart and reached a hand between them to rub against the soft lips of her pussy. There's no way that thing could give me any pleasure. She begged the oncoming penetration to hurt and hurt terribly. The pain would help to remind her that this was not something she wanted, it was something she had to do. And once it was over, she would do everything in her power to make sure it never happened again, to her or anyone else.
Closing her eyes and trying to think of more pleasant things, Helen's fingers slid through her folds. She fiddled with her clit but held back the soft moan of pleasure. She had to get wet. That's all. And in order to do so, she would have to make herself feel good. It was a means to an end and nothing else. As her juices began to flow, Helen plunged a digit into her cunt, sliding it in and out slowly. She could feel Brett's eyes on her, watching her as she masturbated. It filled her with revulsion and – embarrassingly – a hint of forbidden excitement. She did her best to push those thoughts away, thinking of her family and the danger they were in if she failed.
Brett couldn't believe how compliant Elastigirl was being. He'd half expected her to refuse his offer, or perhaps the serum wouldn't work at all - it was experimental, after all - and she'd beat the hell out of him rather than give in. Nothing ever seemed to work out for him and yet, here, Elastigirl had docilely stripped for him, and was now fingering her snatch, soon to be filled with his cock. Brett's features were red with excitement, and he sweated buckets in anticipation of his first time ever screwing a real live human girl. In his fantasies he'd had everyone from Plasmabolt to Rollergrrl, but they paled before the figure he saw before him.
As he saw the hint of Helen's juices start to creep down the insides of her thighs, Brett could wait no longer. He surged forward, moving up behind her. His hands slapped against the perky cheeks of her ass, feeling her warm, flawless flesh. Helen let out a yelp of surprise as he touched her. Brett's hands dragged across her body, sliding around her to tickle across her belly before moving up to cup her full breasts. Feeling her trembling against him brought the entire situation into a state of reality he hadn't dared believe before. His fingers pinched down on her nipples and he basked in the amazement that he'd actually managed to pull off something that none of the big bad supervillains had. Reaching back to take hold of his rigid prick, he lined himself up with Helen's cunt and prepared to claim her for himself.
Helen yanked her hand away from her wet slit and froze. The rough groping had made the experience all too real for her, as well. Her jaw tightened as she felt the fleshy tip of Brett's erection prod against her sensitive cunt. She held back her cry as best she could as the heavyset man's hips slammed forward, burying the full length of his enormous cock into her with a single stroke. Her eyes bulged as she was filled in a way she'd never felt before. She was both thankful and regretful for the minimal elasticity her body maintained as he stretched her out with ease that left her tightly gripping him. He pulled back and slammed forward again, fucking her hard.
Helen's hands shot forward to brace herself against the table just in time to avoid smashing her face against the edge of it. Her face flushed with rising shame as she realized her hope for pain would not come to be. The massive, pounding cock felt bizarrely pleasant within her, rubbing against areas of her body she'd never had massaged before. She could hear him grunting in her ear as he exerted himself. Warm droplets of sweat trickled across her bare back, running across her skin. The moistness of her pussy grew noticeably with each pounding stroke Brett made into her. But Helen managed to keep the moans at bay. She counted that as a small victory.
The blissful heaven between Helen's thighs was even more perfect than Brett had ever dared dream. Slippery and clenching and warm. She fit splendidly around the thick girth of his cock. He'd wanted take his time with his first woman, but once he'd felt her, he couldn't keep himself from hammering as fast and hard as he could. Years of pent up sexual frustration fueled him He'd very nearly shot his wad the moment he'd entered her, but once he managed to get that initial urge under control, he knew he could last a little while longer. His balls ached, filled with jizz burning to get free of him and into Helen. He mauled her breasts with his hands, clutching them tightly as the sound of flesh slapping wetly against flesh filled the interrogation room.
Helen squeezed her eyes shut tight, breathing quickly through her nostrils as she kept her lips sealed tightly. The rising tide of pleasure in her loins could not be denied forever, but she refused to accept how much she was enjoying the rough pounding Brett was giving her. Bob never fucked her so hard. And even if he had, he could never hope to reach the depths Brett was achieving. The thought of the fat, hideous man blackmailing her into sex being a better lover than her husband sickened her, but she couldn't completely deny the reality of it. Even the rough way he was manhandling her breasts managed to send tingles of ecstasy through her body.
Brett heard the soft, high-pitched whimpers from Helen and grinned. They were half-restrained and he was fairly certain she didn't even know she was letting the sound escape her. She's enjoying this, he thought proudly, putting some extra force into his thrusts. "What's the matter, baby?" he panted into her ear. "Your hubby doesn't fuck you this hard?" He moved a hand away from her swaying tits to stroke her red hair. "Poor thing. No wonder you go around teasing everyone."
Helen tried to suppress her whimpers, but she couldn't do it. She tried to deny Brett's claims, but she couldn't do that, either. She could feel his pumping prick swelling and hear the quickening of his breathing and she knew he was close to climax. Trying to avoid the shame of having another man's cum inside her, Helen tried to shift her hips in such a way that she'd 'accidentally' slide off of his dick before he got off. Brett's fingers clamped down around her hips, halting her attempt and yanking her back against him. Her perky ass cheeks slammed against his hips and his stiff cock sheathed fully into her clenching pussy. He gave her a couple more quick pumps before he reached his limit.
Brett's balls tightened so much they hurt. His thick cock pulsed within Helen's cunt before blasting a powerful shot of thick, pent up cum deep into her body. He cried out, clutching Helen tightly and keeping his cock fully sheathed within her as he filled her up with his seed. His thick length twitched and spat creamy globs of spunk into her again and again, showing no signs of stopping. After the many, many years of being denied by every woman he'd ever expressed any interest in, Brett's balls were packed full of jizz. The ecstasy of his orgasm was tinged with the deep ache of exertion. His eyes rolled back as he felt Helen's wet cunt clamping down harder around him.
The sudden thrust of Brett's cock into her followed by the explosion of hot cum pumping into her pushed Helen into an orgasm. Her body tensed as she let out a shuddering moan and tears of shame ran down her cheeks. The climax ripped through her, growing stronger with each burst of jizz she felt enter her. She gasped and groaned, sweat trickling along her jiggling breasts and down her back. Brett's cum overflowed her pussy, bubbling from between his cock and her stretched cunt lips. The horror of potentially conceiving a child with the despicable man paled in comparison to the dread of having achieved such a satisfying orgasm from him. The only thing her flustered mind could compare it to was the very first time she'd achieved climax. A pleasant warmth crept up from her loins, soaking through her as she squeezed her eyes shut and felt the last of Brett's seed pumping into her.
Panting heavily, Brett moved back from Helen. His half-soft cock slipped free of her messy cunt and a flood of his jizz followed after him, running down the insides of the woman's quivering thighs. A smirk filled his sweaty, satisfied face. He'd made her cum. It filled him with a sense of pride and caused his dick to tingle with renewed arousal. Leaning forward, he grabbed a fistful of Helen's sweat-dampened red hair and pulled her up from the table. Turning her around to face him, he pushed her to her knees. "Time to clean up your mess, baby," he growled at her as he pushed his half-hard cock towards her mouth. "You got your cunt honey all over it."
Helen's will was destroyed. The lingering tingles of pleasure from her climax still ran through her even as she felt more of Brett's cum dribbling out of her. Her cunt felt strangely empty without him inside her. She didn't want to suck the fat security guard off, but she knew it didn't matter what she wanted. He still had her and she still had to protect her family. And maybe if I'm good to him, he'll fuck me again. The thought was only a flicker and Helen pushed it as far from her mind as she could. She did her best to chalk it up to being in a stressful situation. A momentary lapse of sanity. That was all it was. She kept on thinking that even as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Brett's sticky cock.
With Helen's soft tongue wiggling against his sensitive member, it didn't take long for Brett to get hard again. He popped his cock free of her mouth and lay back onto the floor, telling her to climb on top and ride him. Helen did as she was told and Brett got to enjoy the sight of conflicted pleasure on her face as well as the felling of her tight pussy wrapped around him. The bouncing jiggle of her tits wasn't half bad, either. Once they finished and he'd dumped another hot load of his jizz into her now much looser cunt, he let her dress and sent her on her way. "A deal's a deal, after all," he told her, reaching down to give her a pat on the ass before sending her away, taking a sadistic pride in knowing he was sending her home with her pussy packed full of his spunk.
Helen had made her way home, humiliated and strangely aroused by the feeling the security guard's seed leaking into the crotch of her skintight costume. Her powers returned to her, thankfully, making it easier for her to slip into her home unnoticed and immediately get to the shower. She washed her body and she scrubbed the stains from her suit, knowing that Bob and her children could never know what she'd had to do to ensure their safety. A week later, she got a package in the mail. The photos from the video surveillance of her infidelity chilled her and the accompanying blackmail letter that ensured her family would see it all if she refused to meet with Brett again made her pussy tingle with the memory of his violation.
After a while, it became a part of her natural routine. It was bizarre, juggling crime fighting, family life, and then, once a week, heading out to get a savage pounding from the security guard. And even with her powers, she'd been horrified to find that his cock filled her out in a way that Bob's had never been capable of. And every time Brett took her, she was forced to admit to herself all over again how much he satisfied her sexual desires. And that the heroic Elastigirl was powerless before the unassuming security guard.
The true irony was that Helen's mission had been a success. The trackers she'd placed had allowed her and other heroes to track down Mr. Shade and put an end to his supply of weaponry. Mr. Shade would be in prison for a long time. But Helen figured she'd be Brett's plaything for just as long. Now that he no longer had a steady job, she was even paying him for the privilege of being his cum dumpster. She let out a groan of satisfaction as she lowered herself onto his rigid erection, feeling him sink into her folds and fill her up so perfectly. She bounced on him, knowing he was staring at the rise and fall of her buttocks even though she was facing away from him. When he reached up to grab hold of her hair, she allowed him to guide her head around. Her neck stretched in a unique way thanks to her ability, twisting around and extending so Brett could bring her face close to his own. He kissed her lips and jabbed his tongue deep into her mouth. Helen closed her eyes and kissed him back, clenching the walls of her pussy around his cock and working her way to the satisfaction of being filled with yet another load of his cum.