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(WIP) A Nice Teacher 8 (Crystal)
🕑 Added 2023-02-10 02:20:10 +0000 UTC(Thought I should at least post my WIPs seeing as I haven't updated recently. Still coming for free to QQ as soon as its done.
The other half of this isn't finished, and once it's done I'll post straight to QQ. Just posting this because this first part, at least, is done.
Crystal
"-but why did Dad and Eric leave?" I scowl at mom in frustration. "Everything was fine one day, and the next you say it's a 'mutual separation' and half of our team gets sent to the opposite end of the country? What aren't you telling me?"
Mom shrugs. "There isn't really much more to say. With the crime rate plunging so low, there isn't such a desperate need to keep the team together in one place to combat the gangs - we'd always intended to expand New Wave across the country, and with our marriages both struggling we all saw the ideal scenario in front of us."
"Ideal?" My voice goes a little shrill at that. I rein myself in a bit. "How is our family breaking apart in any way 'ideal' for anyone?"
She tuts at me. "I can see why you might feel that way temporarily, but there are a lot of opportunities to take in this kind of scenario as well. I've spoken with Carol and a very, very skilled Cape advisor - he thinks we'll be closer as a team and family than ever before long. We've got a lot of potential plans for our brand as an all-girl team, I'll only ask you to give it a chance - I think you'll come around to the idea."
"I don't care about our brand! You can't make decisions like this on a complete whim, why am I finding out that you two aren't together because of Dad making a new profile picture on social media with his hands down some floozies pants and bragging about the upsides of being single?" I wave my phone in her face. "Did you ever think about how I would feel about this? You didn't even bother to tell me at all! I can't believe you!"
"It all happened a bit too fast to talk it over properly." Mom admits. "A marriage counsellor gave us some very good advice, we realised that we just didn't have a future together and decided on the best course of action from there." She sweeps past me, inspecting the walls as she goes - floating just enough to pull down one family portrait on her own. "We'd been talking about expanding New Wave for a long time, and his suggestion to just split up and go our separate ways - each doing their best for the sake of the movement - well, it just seemed perfect at the time."
"Hardly what I would call- What are you doing?" I break off as mom tosses the portrait down the hallway.
"Well, we need to throw out our old family photos - we can't live in the past forever, Crystal." Mom lectures.
"It hasn't even been two days!" I hiss. "And that's still my Dad!"
"Nobody said that you have to forget about him entirely." Mom scratches her head, looking a little bemused. "In truth, I usually wouldn't be fussed about them - but the man that I'm seeing now seems to object to having reminders about him around the house. Maybe it was something I said, but he seems to think that this sort of thing will really help us move on faster."
I shake my head. "Hold on. You're already seeing another man? Not even 48 hours after he left the house?"
Mom looks puzzled. "No, not at all. It was... perhaps a day or two before that? I went over to the Dallon's, and I met him there. He was... ah, keeping them occupied and invited me to join at one point." I stare at her in horror. "I have a picture- ah! Here it is." She shows me her phone, opened to a nude selfie showing her with legs spread, cum oozing out in a river while a nude Carol nips and sucks at her bare breasts. In the background, both of the Dallon sisters are on all-fours, looking backward to beg-
"Is that the guy from the Vista costume reveal video?" I can't help but blurt out the question. What could I say? The video stuck in my mind a bit, not every official piece of media from the PRT was just a five-minute montage of the youngest Ward getting dominated in every hole to highlight how lewd her costume was now. And, well, I was straight. Of course, I looked at the guy in a video like that.
"Mr Guy is so talented, isn't he?" Mom sighs. "A marketing genius, educator, therapist, marriage counselor, police advisor and PR representative - and who knows how much else I don't know about."
I take in the scene with narrowed eyes, trying to think of something to complain about. "Well, if he's involved with the Protectorate I suppose he can't be too bad." I concede reluctantly. There were certainly worse men out there, and nothing about the picture really stood out as offensive. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, so I could probably consider that as a point in his favour. "I still think you should have waited for Dad to be gone before getting involved with him."
Mom ruffles my hair as she steps past. "I hadn't exactly planned on it, I was only there to discuss our next steps as a group with Carol - but the moment he laid his eyes on me, he was absolutely insistent that I stay for some sisterly bonding time. I wasn't dating him at the time or anything, it was just an ideal opportunity to experience a threesome - turns out there are plenty of things that two girls can do with a guy that neither could on their own." She winks at me. "I knew that Amy and Vicky had gotten closer lately, but I hadn't expected them to be quite so capable at teaching us. Quite the turnaround!"
I make a pained expression as Mom cheerfully swipes through several photos of Aunt Carol and herself tag-teaming Mr Guy's dick. "I really didn't want to know all of that."
"Don't be like that, he sounded like he was really looking forward to meeting you. Kept on talking about how great it was going to be when all of New Wave finally gave up on trying to be heroes and became his cum addicted sluts instead." She enthuses.
"I don't need a boyfriend." I roll my eyes at the blatant attempt to invite me into their debauchery. "And give up on being heroes? That hardly lines up with what you were saying a moment ago about what was best for the New Wave movement. You're just giving up on what we've all worked towards for years just to get some dick!" It felt crude to say, especially to my own family - but it was true.
"It's more of a change in direction." Mom shakes her head. "But you can discuss it with him yourself if you like. He's kindly offered to help us with interview preparation just before the gala, there will doubtless be a lot of hard questions coming about how we plan to continue as a team after these changes and planning our answers out in advance is important - but there's no reason you can't ask him a few questions on your own once you have him in the room."
I cross my arms. "You know what? Maybe I will. I'll give him a piece of my mind, tell him exactly what I think of what he's trying to do to our family."
Mom frowns. "Now, there's no need to be so confrontational towards him. He's a good person at heart, and he doesn't pressure us into anything at all - everything we did was our own decision in the end. All he did was help us reach the right conclusion and work our way through some of the logic. I don't want you picking a fight with him for no reason, just give him a chance - all right?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm not going to fight him. I'll save that for people who have actually committed crimes. I'm a superheroine, not a thug. I just want to confront him on why he feels like he can just turn New Wave into his personal harem. Just a few questions. That's all."
Now it's her turn to roll her eyes at me. "And what purpose will that serve? If he tells you that he just felt like it, what happens then?"
I open my mouth. I close it again. "Well. Obviously, I'll-" I wave my hands in the air. What could I even do? "I'll think about it at the time." I scowl at her amused expression. "What am I supposed to do? Everyone on the team has apparently turned into his willing slut, it's obvious that I can't let that go unchallenged! I need to step in and-" I wilt slightly. What? "-ask him to stop? Politely? You said he seemed like a nice guy, so hopefully he wouldn't mind finding another group of girls to play with. We have more important things to do. You know that." I send her my best pleading eyes.
"I'd be quite upset with you if he actually agreed to that proposal, but based on what he's told me before - I don't think that's likely to work." Mom smiles at me indulgently. "But I think we got to the heart of the matter just there, are you just annoyed that you've been left out? That he seems to have picked everyone but you? It's not intentional, he was quite vocal about how much he was looking forward to breaking you in."
"Break- You can't talk about your daughter like that!" I fight the red flush from my face. "That's just embarrassing! I don't want to hear about anything you tell each other in private. Just- just let me know when you're going to meet him. I'll argue it out with him myself."
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Mr Guy smiles kindly at me across the table.
Weakly, I smile back.
This hadn't quite been the confrontation I had been hoping for. At some point, I had lost the initiative and any grip I had on the flow of conversation. It was hard to say exactly when I had lost control of the situation. Not when we had been stripped of our clothes and costumes before entering the room, surely. That was simply the dress code of this place, nothing I could have done about that. And Mr Guy was subject to it as well! Any token embarrassment I might have felt would surely have been matched by his similar state of undress.
Nor could I blame Mom's... position. Her nude, obedient figure kneeling between his legs and bobbing up and down with her lips around his cock. That had been, in some ways, my own suggestion. Mom and I had come in together, and I had demanded a one-to-one conversation with him. He had offered a compromise of forcing mom to suck his dick until we were done, which would naturally keep her mouth busy and therefore stop her from attempting to contribute to the conversation. That had... made sense. She was already in that kind of relationship with him, so it wasn't forcing her into something that she didn't want to do. The only argument against it was the worry of voyeurism, but I was the only one in the room and it didn't feel right to object when I had essentially been the one to request it.
That wasn't to say I minded, either. Mr Guy was a treat to look at, and seeing his cock so methodically worshipped, seeing his lean body respond so positively to her touch - it wasn't necessarily an unpleasant sight. If they weren't in the wrong for putting on a show, then I couldn't be in the wrong for watching it - that was all I could say on the matter.
If it wasn't any of those things that had put me on the back foot, then perhaps it was my own lack of preparation. Mom's previous words were right. What was my plan for when he turned around and told me he didn't intend to stop? Just what was I supposed to do to stop this man that had so effortlessly wrapped my team around his fingers? My resistance had lasted for a mere few minutes of a monologue about heroism, our duty to the city and our moral standing before Mr Guy had erupted over Mom's tits and asked if I was done talking yet.
He hadn't intended to be rude. I knew that. I hadn't known him long, but his respect for other people - especially women - was obvious to me. He just liked getting directly to the point. The almost-rude words he used weren't selected to be cruel or dismissive, they were used to inform me that my argument wasn't working at all with him. That I was wasting my time, and perhaps more importantly, his. His tone was low and confident, but also smooth and soothing. As though he was speaking to someone less intelligent than himself, or a child. For all of my arguing, it was like he hadn't even recognized me as an intellectual equal.
It made me feel... pathetic. And I couldn't even blame him. I had walked in here like a child throwing a temper tantrum after hearing that her mom was marrying another man, loudly screaming that he would never be her real dad. Which, now that I think about it, is probably a more accurate metaphor than I had intended to make. It was obvious that nobody would take me seriously. I wouldn't even take me seriously.
I shouldn't have needed him to be so short with me to realise that. But I did. And he said exactly the right thing to set me on the path to introspection. Kind and considerate, even when I was giving all that I had to force him away from my family. That was an argument against mine all on its own, it was hard to argue against his character when he consistently made noble gestures like that even to those set against him. No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I couldn't deny it: He was the nicest man I had ever met. And I had absolutely no idea how to take advantage of that fact.
Perhaps he had sensed my distress, because he'd given me some more time to think - let me head just outside of the office to grab a drink. I'd caught some stray gazes there, some people who had embarrassingly failed to realise that there was a dress code had followed me with their gazes - but even if my current outfit was... non-existent, I was no stranger to lecherous looks. I float around every evening in a skintight bodysuit, there were always going to be men fawning over me no matter the outfit - and it wasn't like I could do anything about it even if I did care. This was the mandatory dress-code of the building, I imagined that they would be thrown out soon - an embarrassing look for them. Besides, I wasn't ashamed of my looks. I was hot, and I knew it. I'd seen the fanart online, and without bragging I could confidently say that I was the hottest out of all of us. A bodysuit is just better than a skirt when it comes to raw sex appeal. Sorry, Vicky.
I return to the office refreshed, a slight flush on my face that had nothing to do with any lingering feelings of embarrassment from the stares of the people I had passed and everything to do with the fact that I had simply walked at a brisk pace back to this room. That was all. Sexy, confident and smooth. That was me. No mistakes this time. I needed to let him know how I really felt about this mess my family had gotten involved in, and convince him to... break up with them? It was a hard ask, admittedly. But I didn't think he would hold it against me for trying. He'd almost seemed encouraging in his attitude overall, aside from his pointed message that I had chosen a bad argument just a few minutes ago.
Again. A nice person. Dammit. This would be so much better if he was an asshole. Or a sex pest. I could just swoop in, start blasting and save the day with ease. The fact that my superpowers were useless here, and all I had at my disposal were mere words - that put a whole slant of difficulty on the situation that I was, for once, completely unprepared for.
But, it was comforting, actually. Knowing that even if I failed to sway him, that my family would remain in good hands. If the majority of New Wave absolutely had to become the harem of anyone, I would - reluctantly - concede that he was the best candidate to own it. I would even, maybe, consider Mom's earlier words that he intended for me to be in it. I wouldn't just throw away my heroic aspirations, of course - but, I could possibly be convinced that we could at least be... what was the phrase? Friends with benefits.
But that was the last resort. The final admission of failure. Giving up on New Wave, and giving up on the other four ever coming back from the precipice they were hanging over now. If I let go, nobody would come after me to fight for them - nobody would believe in their worth as genuine heroines. They'd just be Mr Guy's personal sluts. New Wave only recognisable as a tag to search for on porn sites. That was why I still couldn't bring myself to drop my challenge. Even if I could see the futility of it. Even if I knew he was right and I was wrong. Even if I accepted he was better suited to my mother than Dad. I couldn't accept the reality of what was happening to my team. A team that had encompassed every moment of my life from birth until now. That all of us had put everything into. We couldn't just fracture apart now, giving up on our dreams of being a model for Capes worldwide to follow - just for the sake of one guy. Decades of heroism couldn't end with us as simple cum-addicts. Nor could we sully our feminist legacy by becoming publically known as a mere group of incestuous sluts, only renowned for getting fucked and bred in public by Mr Guy the moment the male half of the group had left us unsupervised. That was too much.
I wasn't just blindly assuming the worst case scenario either. I knew my fears were realistic because they were already happening.When was the last time we had gone on a proper patrol as a family? Or been involved in a Cape fight? Our PHO page was becoming less and less about our combat history and ideals, and more about lucky photos and videos where people had spotted our more erratic behaviour. Some videos of Amy taking it in the ass over the side of a hospital bed. Vicky sucking cock in a dark alleyway. Carol trying to argue in court while bent over at a right angle, panties around her ankles and a cock pressing against her womb. This was becoming the norm, and it was a disaster for our team's credibility.
Sure, you could argue that this sort of thing had already happened to the Protectorate and a few other groups recently and I hadn't felt too strongly about it until it came to affect me personally - but this was... different. There was a guilty, voyeuristic pleasure in watching other heroes fall from grace, sexually dominated in every way with the results posted proudly online for the world to see and enjoy. That didn't mean that I wanted it to happen to my own family. Becoming little more than porn-stars was obviously a step-back from our lives as heroes, none of us wanted that life for ourselves a week or two ago. Whilst with Vista, or Shadow Stalker or Miss Militia... maybe they were always like that. That kind of shift in priorities wasn't natural for us though. We were better than that. So the only explanation was Mr Guy and his charisma. If I confronted him, all I needed to do was... I stall out again as I try to complete the thought.
What exactly could I do about someone so happily turning my family into his willing sex slaves? It would be easier if he was just a Master or something. I could hit him a few times, throw him in jail and call it a day. The fact that he was just a good person that had all the luck he needed with the girls made this a nightmarish scenario. Am I just a bad superhero? I lose the option of violence and I'm completely out of ideas for confrontation?
No, that can't be right. I just need to focus. Think, Crystal.
My problem here was that he was no longer interested in me. What I need to do was get Mr Guy's attention back. Not necessarily away from mom, but back to engaging with me in conversation. That meant dialling the conversation all the way back. Back to the last point he seemed to be taking me seriously.
"Sorry, I think I got off on a bit of a tangent there." I apologize to the man first as he wipes his cock against my mother's cheeks. "Let me try again: I'm here to stop you." Mr Guy pauses, half-turning to me and raising a silent eyebrow. Right. That was it. The declaration that I disagreed with his chosen path. That was what had engaged him last time, I had lost that by talking about legacies and morality - not keeping it personal enough between me, my family and him.
"And how do you intend to do that? And why, for that matter?" He seems to be humouring me. Good.
Not that it made the questions any easier. "I'm going to persuade you that it's better for everyone if New Wave stays as a hero team rather than just becoming your personal sluts." It felt a little weird naming New Wave like that when it was obviously not including me, but I think my point got across. "And as for the reason why, well, for exactly that reason - I think things will be better if I do. We're still needed. Anyone can, you know-" I wave a helpless hand at his crotch area. "-keep a guy entertained. But not everyone can keep law and order in the Bay. I know it's a lot to ask, but it would mean a lot to me, the entire team and the city as a whole if you helped us get the team back on track."
"We've just had this conversation if you recall." He drawls. "I do understand that you're worried about the moral degradation happening to your team right now, but I'm struggling to find a reason to care."
"This life is what we all wanted." I state firmly. "They all wanted to be heroes and help other people, so it would be the nicer - kinder - thing to do to help them get back to that path rather than keep them for yourself. I know that you're a nice person, so this doesn't feel like that much of a stretch to me? I mean, you must have considered it already - right?" Maybe he narrowly decided on something else, but if enough people made their preference known then he was sure to change his mind.
"I'm sure you would agree that having almost the entirety of New Wave as my eager fuckpets is quite the prize." I nod. Obviously. Any man, and a lot of women, would be all too happy in that kind of situation. "Asking me to give that up to help soothe your feelings... it's a bit too much of a sacrifice to ask of a stranger, isn't it?"
I keep nodding in agreement. "You're right, of course. I wouldn't expect you to just give up something for nothing. The rest of my team has basically fallen into your lap as your new submissive sluts, and now I'm rudely demanding that you try to reform them into productive members of society again." Was I being rude to my team again? I didn't think so, but perhaps the terminology Mr Guy and my mother kept using was starting to rub off on me. It was true, regardless - so I shouldn't really worry about it. I continue nodding, trying to keep the conversation going. How could I continue from here? "You're right, of course. That would be too much to ask-" Why did I even think that would work to begin with? Am I just stupid? He was a nice person, so I just assumed that when I laid out the 'nice' thing to do - he would just do it. The way he responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world - which it was - was the worst thing of all. I just looked like a moron now, unable to string three sentences together without backtracking or making a mistake.
Rude. Making assumptions. Taking advantage of his good nature. Doubtless, he had recognised that in my demeanour and decided to give me a firm denial as punishment. No wonder I- I stop. No. That wasn't like him, was it? He wouldn't stop doing the right thing for someone else just because I had been too presumptuous in my request. Which meant... what? That he was already doing the right thing? That was it. It looked like the right thing from my perspective, but he was the one who had spent more time with them recently - he might have a different perception of my team. I needed his perspective, then I needed to change it once I had that information.
I smile sheepishly. "Sorry. Not sure where I was going with that one." I focus my gaze on him once more, trying to ignore the distracting sounds my mother was making. "Maybe I'm talking about myself too much, not spending enough time listening to you. I'd like to hear your perspective on this. I know you think that this is the right thing to do for everyone, but I'd love to hear more about your thought process to get to that point."
He shrugs. "Well, I think it's quite simple. I'm a perfectly healthy young man, I saw a few sluts that needed my guiding hand and thought I would kindly step in before they started embarrassing themselves on their own. I don't mean to brag, but I think they have a far happier and brighter future ahead of them than before I showed up." One hand comes down firmly on Mom's ass as she leans into him. "And, between you and me, I've got a checklist of sorts that I'm working through before I settle down. A few names of people that are just... terrible, and need to be put into the dirt. A lot more names that I want to add to my personal harem. You were all on the second list-" He pauses. "-well, Brandish was originally on the first list before I started talking with Amy and Vicky. I changed my mind on her after talking with the Dallon's. Can't trust the narrator sometimes." He clears his throat at my puzzled look. "Which means that all of New Wave is now on my 'to-do' list, so to speak. You could think of yourselves like a... status symbol, if you prefer. That's all there is to it. I want you as my obedient, slutty little sex-slaves - and so it shall be."
There's a deliberate challenge to his voice at that last bit. As if he was daring me to counteract his decision. To spirit up some reason why I would oppose his goal. Not that I could think of one. It was, to be honest, pretty generic for a guy. Everyone wants a harem, right? I would prefer if he could settle on another group to start with, but the mention of his supposed target list gave me a bit of hope that I could distract him with some other people for now. Time enough for the others to snap out of their whirlwind romance and gain a bit of resistance to being swept off their feet by this handsome stranger.
I bite my lip, mentally working through his words once again - searching for hidden meanings. That was it? Well, I couldn't exactly say he was wrong with his assessment. New Wave would be quite a conquest to brag about, we should be flattered really. They had been acting undeniably slutty recently, and they seemed happier as well. "We wouldn't have embarrassed ourselves without you." That was the easiest argument to take down. "We've been in the spotlight for decades as heroes, there's no reason that any issues would crop up only now."
"And that's where you would be wrong." He corrects me. "It's my fault, in a way. There was so much gang violence going on in the Bay that it almost felt weird messing with the heroes before doing something about it. So I stepped in a bit, convinced the major leaders to change course a bit - police their own people for the time being. That, naturally, drove the crime rate down massively and eliminated a lot of the desperate need for heroes to be out on the streets. What I didn't realise, was that the shared sense of being needed - that responsibility - was the only thing keeping your parents together. And for that, I can only apologise-"
I wave my hands frantically. "No, don't apologise for anything!" I shake my head, taking his words in. "Is that all really true? My parents never said anything-" My brain catches up with my mouth. "-not that I don't believe you! I trust you with my life, but I can't believe they never said anything until it all fell apart." I almost aim a glare at the back of my mother's bobbing head before realizing the futility of it.
"I don't know if they even realized it themselves." Mr Guy shakes his head. "They must have thought that merely surviving as a family this long meant that it was working out, but the moment I put it to the test it fell apart in an instant." He turns a pitying gaze to me. "Based on the way you are talking, you must be assuming that I did... something special, perhaps. Some grand seduction. A flowery confession. Serenading under the moonlight. Something far beyond what would be expected of the average guy - something that would at least partially justify the end of a relationship that long. But I'm sorry - there's nothing like that."
"There wasn't?" I echo dumbly. "That doesn't make sense."
He adopts a saddened expression. "You can ask them for their version of events personally if you like, but I really didn't do anything that your average guy off the street couldn't do. I was already fucking Amy and Vicky for my own reasons-" I nod impatiently as he skips over the unimportant details of how that happened. They were part of the team, sure - but they weren't in a relatio- weren't in a stable relationship. There wasn't anything that odd about them both falling for the same man. "-so I thought I would just continue to use and abuse their bodies inside the Dallon house. See what Carol had to say about it. Spoilers, but I didn't hear a word of protest. Nothing. Not a peep."
That definitely didn't sound like the woman I knew. I'd heard first-hand from Vicky about how Dean had gotten himself physically thrown out of the house for trying to cop a quick feel when he thought nobody was looking. "That is strange. Maybe she was distracted? Or having an argument with Mark?"
"I sent him away early on." Mr Guy dismisses the idea. "And I thought it was odd myself, so I decided to start testing the limits of her permissive attitude. Fucking both of her daughters right there on the kitchen table, then moving on to her directly. I had a good deal of fun exploring every curve of her body, taking off every bit of clothing one by one - tell me, does she seem like the type of woman to accept a man's advances like that if she wasn't interested?"
"No." I state confidently. "She'd definitely put a stop to it." I'd seen it myself on several occasions in public. Some people took a skintight uniform as a declaration that they were looking for any and all kinds of attention from men with confidence - an assessment which most of us had been able to correct personally on several occasions.
"So what do you make of the fact that Carol seemed more than happy for me fuck her daughters? To feel her up? To strip her naked?" He leans in. "To bend her over the counter and fuck her like her husband seemingly failed to do properly for the last decade or so?" I withhold the gasp as he finishes the statement. I obviously knew what their relationship was like now, and I had been all too aware of the direction that the story seemed to be taking - but the tacit admission that he had managed to escalate to fucking the uptight Dallon matriarch on his first meeting was still a shock. I had been hoping that there might be a gap of a few days, some stories of flirting and common ground being found between them - not just the usually proud, stubborn woman seemingly content with being played with like a sex doll by her daughters' boyfriend. "Well?"
Oh, that wasn't rhetorical. "I-" I cough. "She-" I wilt. Did I have to say it? His expression tells me 'yes'. "She must have wanted it to happen. For some reason."
He laughs at that. "I like that. 'For some reason'. You don't need to be shy about saying it around me, I'm intimately familiar with the issue. Go on. Say what you were thinking. What is the only possible reason why she would want that to happen to her? Why she would want to be treated like that?" He pushes my mother aside as he stands, granting me a brief glimpse of white dripping from her lips as he stands and slowly starts to circle me. "And don't worry about sparing your dear mother's feelings, I assure you - my story about her is almost identical and no less justifiable on her part. Say it. Why?"
"Because she's a slut!" I scowl. Not at Mr Guy, I couldn't blame him for forcing me to face reality here. But at Carol. And my own mother as well. It was their actions that led to me having to say something like that about them. I didn't want to say it, but what choice had I been left? Even the most charitable of explanations could only place some small amount of blame on their husbands for evidently failing to satisfy them, and even then that wouldn't come close to justifying what they did as 'acceptable'.
I'm lightly tugged upwards from the chair as he takes position behind me. Hands brushing along my hips and thighs as he hums to himself. "That's right. They just let me do- well, exactly this to them. Giving a terrible example as parents, I must say."
I nod hesitantly as he cups my breasts. Mom had turned to idly watch me, some trace of satisfaction in her eyes at seeing me getting handled by the man. For some reason, I feel the need to defend myself. "It's awful. Because they were in a relationship at the time." Maybe I didn't need to say it, but specifying the reason why it was bad for them to just roll over and accept it and not for me felt important. I wasn't blaming Vicky or Amy after all. Their situation was the same as mine, even if they had taken it on a more exhibitionist route than I would have expected - there was nothing wrong with fooling around with a guy in general. "If they were single - like me -" I was blabbering a bit, but it really was important to keep up my moral high ground. "-then it would have been fine. Like I'm letting you touch me and grope me and-" His cock, slick with mixed juices presses between the gap of my thighs as I stand straight. "-and whatever else I feel like letting you do. It's whatever, doesn't matter really. Right?"
"I completely agree. I'm glad to see that you, at least, have managed to keep your standards intact." I bask in the compliment as he thrusts forward, not even trying to penetrate me - but just using my thighs themselves as a tunnel to jerk himself off with. It was... flattering? A little embarrassing? My mother was right there, and even if they all seemed to have that kind of fetish - I wasn't like that. But I couldn't deny that I was a little pleased that Mr Guy hadn't just ignored me completely. I mean, as much as mom's earlier comments were patently untrue - it had stuck in my mind that I was the only member of New Wave that he had yet to make a move on. I was pretty confident in my looks most of the time, but spending the first half of our meeting utterly naked in front of him with him only paying much attention to my own mother... it hadn't done much good for my ego.
Now that had changed. Now I could feel his appreciation, in every sense of the word. And it would be rude of me to just stand here doing nothing when he was showing his appreciation for my body. We weren't actually having sex or anything - another point for me actually having standards over Carol and probably mom as well - but if he wanted to jerk himself off between my admittedly well-toned thighs... then why shouldn't I do my best to squeeze down around him? It was the right thing to do while he was... gathering his thoughts, or whatever he was doing.
That's right. This wasn't a purely sexual thing. I was just helping him to get off so that he could get his mind back on our important conversation. Mom had clearly not been enough in that respect, so he had turned to me instead - knowing that I would gladly volunteer my time, and body, for a true friend.
"I should ask." He muses to me over my shoulder. "What do you feel about my actions now that I've told you some more of the truth? You were quite vocal earlier, any changes?"
I bite my lip. How did I feel about everything? "It does change quite a lot." I concede. "I can see why you stepped in, because if it really did go down as you said - then anyone could have done that at any time. We would never have known that they were... vulnerable, in that way. If that's the right word. It would only take the wrong kind of guy realising what he would get away with, and they might have fallen down some terrible path in life without us realising the extent of the problem."
"That would have been awful." He placidly agrees, fingers dancing down across my belly to tease my slit. "At least this way, you have the chance to defend them and help to decide their futures with me. I'm glad you came along, actually. So glad, that I think I'll allow you to decide the future of the team personally - that's just how much I value your opinion."
"R-really?" A flutter of hope beats in my chest.
"Really." He confirms.
"...T-then I want New Wave to be a hero group again." I state firmly, my conviction only slightly marred by the slight stammer in my voice as he continues to fuck my thighs and tease me with his fingers.
"I'd like that as well." He admits, drawing a surprised noise from my throat. "And you are hoping, of course, to just achieve that by me stepping back and sending you off on your usual patrols every now and then. What would it matter to the public if all that changed was that you all went home afterwards to get railed by a single guy?" He cups my breasts, lightly kneading his fingers in as he speaks. "Even if people found out, like a certain few have with our less private indiscretions so far, it would hardly be less shameful than the state of the local Wards or Protectorate heroes. But I don't think they could ever go back to being as discrete as they once were. The damage is done. The plan needs something more, I think."
His words completely shut down my initial, perhaps overly-optimistic plan to get him to just split up with New Wave entirely. Clearly, he didn't think it was on the table - and perhaps his suggestion was better even before whatever addition he had been about to suggest. But there was something he just said that I couldn't help but pause on. I hesitate, before rising up to defend my fellow heroes-in-arms. "I wouldn't really use the word 'shameful'. They were just doing their job. Even if their most recent string of videos have been admittedly... brave, they were still officially approved content. Doing PR work like that is part of the job." It might have been a little uncomfortable for them, but it couldn't be helped - plenty of heroes had to step outside of their comfort zone now and then for the sake of PR and landing in the public eye. And the various videos had definitely achieved that. I couldn't remember the last crime report I had seriously watched in our area, but aside from Armsmaster droning on with his presentation in the background - the full focus of the broadcast had been on Miss Militia getting railed from behind in glorious HD.
I couldn't even defend my reasoning for watching that as something innocent, objectively it was just like watching porn - but something about seeing someone so familiar and seemingly untouchable gave it a certain edge that I couldn't ignore. I'd spoken with the woman before, usually so confident and reserved - and now I could juxtapose that impression with the exact knowledge of the 'other' weapons hiding under that uniform and exactly what kind of noises the right kind of guy can draw from her body as she is relentlessly milked for orgasm after orgasm for the world to see.
"I'd like to talk a little bit more about what you just said." He breathes the words into my ear. "Because it sounds to me like you came here to try and negotiate with me, just to get your teammates to stop doing something that you are apparently fine with other heroes doing? In real terms, there's very little difference between the activities I get up to with Vista or Miss Militia and what I've been doing with your mother and the Dallon family. It sounds to me like you're actually completely fine with the fucking, the breeding and the general un-heroicness of a proud superheroine being reduced to a cumslut in front of everyone who looked up to her - you just think that there needs to be an excuse."
"An excuse isn't the right word." I deny firmly. Or, as firm as I can get without my voice turning squeaky. If he could just stop teasing my clit and thrusting into my legs then I could properly demonstrate how I, and the rest of my team, were not simply sex toys for him to play with as he saw fit.
At least, not because of any of the reasons he was saying. I mean. He was attractive, and I couldn't say that I was hating the attention that I was getting - and my body was more than happy to let me know that if he just happened to adjust his angle upwards then I was more than ready to accept him. Nothing wrong with that. Just a... hookup. Lots of people do that. I wasn't throwing my team and career away like the others had, in fact, I was bailing them out. By seducing him. Passively.
"I mean-" I continue lamely. Brain. Work. Please. Use your words. "-you can't just dumb it down like that. It's like... if the police kill a gang member in a shootout, as opposed to a gangster killing a rival in another gang. You could just say that both of them are killing people, but one of them is- well, I don't want to say 'right' when someone died - but at least more understandable. It's a part of their jobs that we just have to accept happens sometimes. The heroes need to do their work for the greater good of the PRT machine, working towards a brighter future for more heroes - but Mom over there-" I tear my focus from Mr Guy towards my mother, idly masturbating as she watches me get groped. "-can't claim to have any grander scheme in mind behind her actions. She, and the others, are actively destroying what we've built up rather than continuing to build on it."
I think that was good. Not... entirely as eloquent as I wanted, but I think I got my point across. He listened to it this time, at least. Or, I think he did. He might have been a bit distracted by other things, like the fact that my best attempts to grip my thighs down on his cock had evidently been at least somewhat successful - judging by the wet streams of cum that are now racing down the insides of my leg, or the brief spurts that emerge from the tip of his cock to fire across the room and draw the all-too-eager attention of my Mom once again as she almost dives for the floor to lap them up. No dignity. Point proven again.
"I think you're beginning to give me an idea that will make everybody happy." He announces as he extracts himself from his unusual choice in 'hole'. I'd admit to being mildly disappointed, not because I was desperate to lose my virginity or anything of the sort - but, in the heat of the moment, I wouldn't have been bothered if he had decided to push his luck a bit further. We were both hot and bothered, any flimsy reasoning would have been more than enough - I had half-expected him to claim that I needed to live the same experiences as everyone else to truly understand them. Hell, if he had kept his teasing up for a little longer I would have been half tempted just to suggest it myself.
Down, Crystal.
"Y-yeah?" I make a show of being unbothered by his rapid exit, though his continued erection gave no small amount of hope that he wasn't done yet. "Spill it."
"Perhaps you can work it out before I say it." He raises a finger into the air. "Let's consider the main issues. One, I'm not willing to compromise on -all- of the remaining New Wave members becoming my personal sluts - and in turn, neither are they." I could probably object to that last part, but the argument would probably lose most of its teeth while his cum was still working its way down my inner thighs. Image was important. Choose the right battles. Another finger is raised. "Two, even if I were to direct my new sluts back out onto the street - there aren't any real criminals to fight right now. Three, the group is straying from its long term goal of heroism and the greater good. Four, the group has discovered that they are all utter sluts to their core - and any attempt to stray from that is just going to make them vulnerable to the wrong kind of outside influences again." He pauses. "Five, I still haven't fucked you properly yet to complete the set."
I squirm a little at the promise of that last part. "Five doesn't sound like much of an issue. We could resolve that separately-"
"Patience." He smiles. "I'd like to save it for the right occasion. A victory lap of sorts. I'm serious about wanting you to guess my idea here, but the way. Tell me, Crystal. What would you say the greatest act your parents - Carol and Mark included - did in terms of sheer good done for the city. The one thing that they did that improved the city the most out of all their heroic deeds?"
"The capture of Marquis." I state confidently.
"Wrong." He denies. "Even ignoring any of the fallout of that, or the intergang politics that followed - there's one thing that your parents did that trumps even that." He raises a finger and points it at me.
I look behind me, then flush as I realise that - yes - he really was pointing at me. "Me?"
Five long, silent seconds later, I get his meaning.
"Oh." Realisation dawns. "Me!"
"Their decision to have children, ultimately resulted in the doubling of their team's size - four fine heroes added to the side of the angels in the Bay. Four more people to fight crime, every single one individually performing enough deeds to outweigh a dozen squabbles with Marquis." There seems to be a moment of hesitation on the number, before he moves on regardless. Had he almost forgotten Eric? Or had something else crossed his mind? Didn't matter. "Perhaps that wasn't there only intention, but taking a long-term view on things - it's hard to argue the results."
I nod. Then freeze. "B-b-b-but-"
"I suppose I don't need to explain my idea, judging by the expression on your face." He seems amused.
"I can't-, we can't- that would be-" That was exactly it. I realised that now. He wanted to impregnate all five of us. With no immediate crimes to handle, taking a long-term view on expanding the number of heroes could easily be argued as the best move for the Bay. The new disposition of the others towards sex would only help for once if our only real aims were to be knocked up as much as possible - bred by Mr Guy regularly to keep our mission on track. None of them would object. The only person currently in the right mind state to decry the effort as madness was me-
-but was it really madness? As he said, wasn't this the ideal solution for everyone? Nobody, not even the most cynical PHO poster could argue the long-term benefits of more children being born to a hero family. My team would be happy. Mr Guy would be happy. I would- I would be happy. I would. I could tolerate this. And... participate. I suppose. If this was going to be part of our heroic duties, then it was only right that I do my part. If that meant that I finally got to see why everyone else seemed to have dropped everything for this guy's dick, then so much the better!
I jump as a palm lands on my bare ass, belatedly realising that I've zoned out and Mr Guy seems ready to leave. "Coming around to the idea?"
"Yes!" I press my thighs together, the memory of his load spilling down my legs all too fresh in my mind. How would that feel inside me? How did I feel about impending motherhood? "So- how do we do this? Do you... want to do a trial run or something?" I could just bend over his desk right now if it would help. With the moral quandaries out of the way, all that was left was the raw appeal of the act and the irritating feeling that I had ultimately held myself back for no reason at all in the end.
He chuckles. "So eager. I like that." He shakes his head. "But let's save you to last. We need to announce our plans to the city. Demonstrate your newfound resolve and showcase what you all do in your new look as a team. I'll ensure that we have an appropriate stage for the announcement - and plenty of people around to celebrate the moment I knock all of you up, one after the other. Live on TV, perhaps."
With that promise, he leaves the room - whistling as he goes. Apparently more than content to leave Mom and I to our own devices.
"I told you he was convincing." Mom murmurs.
"Oh, stuff it." I cross my arms. "I'm the one who convinced him. He wouldn't even have thought about it if I didn't say anything. Not that I expect any gratitude for saving the reputation of New Wave from someone who didn't even want to try."
"Congratulations." Mom smirks at me. "Maybe we'll all praise your efforts as our new leader when he's filling you with his baby batter on prime-time TV. I'm sure the public will be overflowing with gratitude towards your decision while they're jerking off to us all being pounded silly."
"Maybe they will." I harrumph. "Particularly because it will be the only obviously heroic deed that we'll have done for weeks by that stage. We'll have a good interview, announce our long-term goals, try and recover some small semblance of dignity that you've been costing us-"
She rolls her eyes. "Why are you dancing around the obvious fact that he all but outright stated that he's going to be claiming us in every way possible in the raunchiest segment that's ever gone on public television. We'll all be naked, forced to worship his cock as he talks about his favourite new group of sluts - only fit for breeding and taking cock. We'll all line up obediently, desperate to be the first one to get knocked up on the show. And he'll fuck each and every one of us. Cameras showing every angle to the viewers. He'll probably do it multiple times just to be sure. This isn't going to be polite PR event and interview that you're used to. Didn't you work out what he's like by now?"
"Well. Some of what you described-" I cough. Red cheeks. "-may be involved. I'm prepared for that." And looking forward to it. "But he seemed interested in maintaining our credibility as heroes, so I don't think he'll go too far."
"Maybe not." Mom smirks. "He'll probably have you do that for him. Best start writing the speech." She disappears out the door as well, still stark naked.
Come to think of it, who exactly was I supposed to talk to about getting my clothes back around here? I look down at myself. I looked- well. People could think whatever they liked. I'd just leave the room, go to the reception and ask for my clothes back. And if I didn't get them... then what did it even matter? I could just fly home.
After all. Brockton Bay would be seeing a lot more of me very, very soon.
