Arthur Kord NTR
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Slutty Sidekick (Chapters 1 to 5)
🕑 Added 2024-07-11 06:44:51 +0000 UTCI am happy to bring to you a novel I have been working on for some time now. This one is a bit more of a slower burn with a female protagonist, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Fortunately for you Patreon members, I can release this story on here as it should be within Patreon's guidelines (unlike Emperor Night). Don't worry, this wont affect the speed in which I make One Week Heroine as these two projects were already going on simultaneously. The first five chapters of this story will be available for free with future chapters being paid member only.
Here is the back of the book blurb:
When Allison Kane, a hopeful sidekick with telekinetic powers, receives her acceptance letter from the Justice Vanguard, her life changes forever. Thrust into the glitzy yet demanding world of superheroes, Allison, now dubbed Nightshade, must navigate intense training, provocative encounters, and the temptations lurking behind every corner of the Fortress of Justice. Torn between her loving boyfriend Mark and the titillating advances of fellow sidekicks and heroes, Allison's commitment to her mission is tested. With emotions running high and boundaries pushed to the limits, she battles not only supervillains but also her own desires, discovering that sometimes, lust and love can blur the lines of justice.
In a world where power and pleasure collide, will Nightshade emerge victorious, or will her cravings consume her?
WARNING: 18+ content that includes many explicit sex scenes, including dub-con and cheating.
1: Allison Kane
Allison Kane stared at the green and white envelope her long brown locks cascaded down her shoulders and almost covered the words that were written upon the potentially life changing correspondence. Countless hours of training her powers, sleepless nights perfecting her persona, multiple rounds of tedious selection interviews, they had all lead to this. This envelope would determine if Allison had what it took to be a hero.
"Go on, open it." Mark Lamb placed a comforting hand on Allison's back. She could always count on her boyfriend for support. Despite not having powers, Mark was the strongest person she knew.
Allison flipped over the envelope, a wax seal featuring the imprint of dove holding balanced scales in her beak, the symbol of Neo Haven's Justice Department, was now the only thing standing in her way.
"Wish me luck." Allison said, almost a whisper. She cracked the seal open and pulled out the letter inside.
"Dear Allison Kane (Hero Persona: Nightshade), the Justice Vanguard would like to thank you for your sidekick application." So far, so standard. Allison continued reading. "After reviewing your application, the Council of Justice have decided-" This was it. "To approve your application."
"Woo!" Allison jumped into the air and hovered there as purple crackling energy emanated out from her in a sphere. The living room furniture around her, along with her boyfriend Mark, began to float above the ground.
"Uh Alli." Mark slowly spined in the air.
"Sorry!" Allison retracted her powers into herself. The furniture, and Mark, plonked to the ground.
"So you got accepted?" Mark asked as he pulled himself up off the floor.
"I did!" Allison could barely keep her voice contained. "It says I'm to report to the Fortress of Justice for orientation tomorrow."
"That's great Alli!" Mark pulled Allison into a hug and planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
Allison was overstimulated, she took a moment to register her boyfriend's embrace, even longer to register his kiss, her fair face stuck in a state of joy. Her naturally purple eyes blinked several times in a row, bringing her back down to reality. She returned the hug and nuzzled into Mark's neck.
"I couldn't have done it without you Marky." Allison used her pet name for her boyfriend.
Allison and Mark had been dating since they were in high school. The two initially bonded over their shared awkwardness and shared love of horror novels. They were both social outcasts but people thought the pair made for an aesthetic match. Mark with his short shaggy black hair, rock band t-shirts and lightly freckled face. Allison, a head shorter, her beauty hidden behind thick rounded glasses and braces.
When Allison turned 18, her powers, and her look matured. Her eyes turned from hazel to purple, her near-sightedness gone with her old eye colour. Her braces were also removed, her teeth perfect and white. Finally, her curves had fully filled out into an hourglass figure. Next to Mark's relatively lean and goofy face, Allison grown to look like she was out of Mark's league. But Allison loved him all the same. He was supportive, and dedicated.
At that moment, Allison felt like she could take on the world, or at least the villains lurking within it. But there was something else she wanted to take on first—something much closer.
"We should celebrate," Allison said, her voice turning to candy as her eyes locked onto Mark's.
Mark's eyes widened, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I like the way you think, Nightshade."
They came together, lips crashing against each other. Allison's hands found their way into Mark's hair, pulling him closer as their tongues danced against each other's.
Mark responded with equal urgency, his hands roaming the curves of Allison's body. He brushed over her hips, her waist, her breasts, they were familiar, they were exciting.
They stumbled towards the living room couch, their embrace never breaking. Allison felt the soft fabric of the sofa against the back of her legs as she fell onto it, Mark following her down. Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their skin threatening to ignite their clothes.
With deft fingers, Allison tugged at Mark's shirt, pulling it over his head and casting it aside. Her hands explored the planes of his chest, her fingers teasing the light smattering of hair that trailed downward.
Mark fumbled through the unbuttoning of Allison's blouse and the latch that held up her skirt. Before long the two had completed shed all coverings. Mark's length growing against Allison's thigh. Mark's hand slipped between Allison's legs, his fingers finding the slick heat that awaited him. Allison's eyes fluttered shut, as she let out a soft reserved moan.
"You're so wet," Mark whispered into her ear.
"For you," Allison breathed out, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Only for you."
Mark guided his cock to Allison's awaiting opening. With a gentle motion, Mark entered her. They began to move together, each thrust filling Allison with pleasure. Their moans filled the room, they were lost in each other.
Mark was a dutiful lover but endurance was not his strong point. He found himself already at the edge of his limit, his shaft throbbing inside of Allison's tightness.
Allison could feel Mark's cock twitch inside her, his grip on her tightened. His body stiffened as he came, filling her with his seed. She loved this part.
Allison held Mark close, his head resting on her breasts. They were both panting, trying to regain their breath. Allison felt her heart race as her endorphins flowed. But despite the incredible pleasure she just experienced, a familiar craving remained.
She smiled up at Mark, content and satisfied but needing just a little bit more. "That was amazing," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you."
"Love you too," Mark murmured, his eyes closed as he snuggled into her embrace.
As Mark flopped off of Allison and drifted off to sleep on the couch. Allison's mind wandered. Her hand slowly traced patterns on Mark's back, her thoughts turning to the sensations she had just experienced. It was always like this, the sex was great, but she was left wanting.
Later that day, Allison stepped out of the shower, her skin still humming from the hot water. She towelled off, the soft fabric brushing against her sensitive skin. She wrapped the towel around herself and padded over to her bedroom mirror, examining her reflection.
Allison let the towel drop to the floor, feeling the cool air on her naked body. She walked over to her bed, her eyes falling on the nightstand drawer. With a subtle click, she opened it, revealing a trusty and familiar toy. Its smooth surface and ergonomic shape fitting perfectly in her hand. Allison climbed onto the bed, her legs slightly parted, and pressed the toy to her clit, it sprung to life with a gentle but deliberate hum.
A jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensations. The steady buzz sent continual waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Allison's breathing quickened as she teetered on the edge. Her free hand roamed her body, pinching her nipples, feeling the sensitivity heighten. She adjusted the vibration speed which sent herself over the edge. Her back arched off the bed as the orgasm washed over her. Her body trembled, her toes curling as she savoured the release.
A sudden knock at the door startled Allison, she hid under her sheets.
"Is everything ok in there?" A deep voice boomed. It was Mark's dad Geoff. That was odd, he must have gotten home early.
"Everything's fine!" Allison squeaked from underneath her sheets.
Allison had been living with Mark and his dad ever since she finished school. It was the logical next step in their relationship and neither Mark nor Allison had enough money to move out on their own. Allison, herself having been a ward of the state was unemployed, and Mark, was barely getting shifts at his casual electronic retail assistant job. Fortunately, Mark's father had a bit of money, and he was not often home, as he worked as fly-in-fly-out gold miner.
"Alright then, pizza is on the table when you're ready." Geoff didn't like cooking, so pizza was a regular occurrence.
"I'll be out in a minute." Allison was glad that Geoff didn't open the door to her bedroom in response to her cries of happiness, it would have been weird. Not that Geoff wasn't a handsome guy, his years working in the mines gave him a chiselled body that often bulged out of the shirts that he wore, and in a lot of ways he looked like Mark, just more mature and a bit greyer.
Allison hid her toy back in her nightstand, got dressed in her teddy bear print pyjamas and joined Mark and Geoff for dinner.
2: Fortress of Justice
Allison's stepped into her familiar hero suit, a sleek and form-fitting ensemble that hugged her curves. The dark purple and black colours gave her a sense of power and mystery, and she felt a rush of excitement as she adjusted the high-neck collar.
The suit's design was a perfect blend of protection and agility, with subtle reinforcements at the elbows and knees, ready to take on any challenge. She fastened the utility belt around her waist, feeling a sense of preparedness with its compartments for gadgets and a small first-aid kit. The gloves felt like a second skin, the fingertip sensors enhancing her telekinetic control and adding a buzz of energy to her fingertips.
She ran her hands down the full-length pants, smooth and seamless, leading to her sturdy boots. With each piece of her outfit falling into place, Allison felt more and more like the hero she had always dreamed of becoming.
But the final touch truly transformed her. She fastened the detachable cape, feeling the weight of it on her shoulders. It billowed slightly in the breeze, a symbol of her newfound mobility and freedom.
"How do I look?" Allison asked, turning to Mark with a mixture of nerves and excitement on her face.
Mark's jaw dropped, his eyes scanning every inch of her hero form. "Wow... you look amazing. So badass," he managed to utter, his voice catching in his throat. "I know I have seen you in it before, but every time you put it on, I just want to take it right back off again." Mark joked.
Allison giggled, she beamed with pride, feeling a surge of confidence. She struck a powerful pose, fists on her hips, feeling the strength and potential of her hero persona.
Allison smiled at Mark, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She leaned in and their lips met in a tender kiss. Mark's hands rested gently on her hips, his familiar touch comforting her.
As they parted, Allison couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. "I'll see you later tonight." she said, her voice soft and full of emotion.
With a final wave, she stepped back and lifted off the ground, her powers propelling her upwards with a surge of purple energy. Mark watched, his heart swelling with pride and admiration as he saw his girlfriend fly out of the house and take to the skies.
Allison soared through the vast metropolis of Neo Haven, her purple energy trailing behind her like a comet's tail. The wind rushed through her long brown hair as she gracefully navigated the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets of the city. Neo Haven spread out before her, a sprawling urban landscape that never slept. She thought it fortunate that she could dodge the early morning traffic.
The entrance of the Fortress of Justice loomed before her, an impressive structure that epitomized strength and power. The towering walls, adorned with the insignia of the Justice Vanguard, were almost as intimidating as the might of the heroes within. Allison hovered for a moment, taking in the vastness of the fortress. The sheer size of it was awe-inspiring, a clear statement of the resources and capabilities at the disposal of Neo Haven's protectors.
Allison gently floated to the ground, the vast entrance way that lead into the fortress laid before her. This was it—her first day as a fully-fledged sidekick, a step closer to her dream of becoming a hero.
"Wow." she whispered, her voice still disbelieving that this was actually happening.
Allison stepped into the imposing structure of the Fortress of Justice, the vast entrance hall making her feel small. The interior was every bit as impressive as the exterior, with high-tech control panels and screens adorning the walls. The place was alive with energy and purpose.
A figure emerged from the semi-darkness of a side corridor, a man with a distinct 1950s style. He wore a fedora and a crisp yellow suit, a man out of time. His face held a friendly smile, and he approached with an air of easy confidence.
"Name's Slick Tracy," he introduced himself with a tip of his hat, his voice carrying a hint of a classic film noir detective. "Here to show you to you around, Nightshade."
Allison was taken aback, her eyes widening at the mention of her hero name. "Uh, it's Alli—I mean, Nightshade," she stumbled over her words, a nervous habit she thought she'd grown out of. "Nice to meet you, Slick Tracy."
Slick Tracy gave a knowing smile, as if he understood her nerves. "Right this way, Nightshade. Your new living quarters have been prepared for you already. Just part of the standard procedure for all new sidekicks during their first month of probation. That, and it's just more convenient."
Allison's eyes widened further at the realization that she would be staying here. "Oh, I—I didn't realize I'd be staying here," she stammered, feeling a surge of surprise and a hint of unease at the thought of being away from Mark for an extended period.
"Standard procedure, kid," Slick Tracy said with a reassuring smile. "We like to make sure our new recruits are fully immersed in the Vanguard way of life. Don't you worry, though. You'll be right at home here in no time."
As they walked, Allison took in her surroundings, the familiar symbols of heroes past and present lined the walls. People moved through the busy halls with purpose, heroes, sidekicks, and civilians, yet the atmosphere still felt warm and welcoming.
"So, where are you from originally, Nightshade?" Slick Tracy asked, his tone friendly and curious.
"Oh, I grew up here in Neo Haven," Allison replied, her voice gaining a bit more confidence as she relaxed into the conversation. "Always dreamed of becoming a hero, of joining the Justice Vanguard."
"Well, some dreams come true, don't they?" Slick Tracy said with a wink.
"They do." Allison beamed.
Allison followed Slick Tracy through the bustling halls of the Fortress of Justice, her eyes darting curiously at every turn. The endless corridors seemed to go on forever, each turn revealing a new wing of the impressive structure.
At an intersection of four corridors, a bank of elevators stood ready. Slick Tracy stopped in front of one and turned to Allison with a smile. "After you, little miss."
Allison stepped into the elevator, feeling a slight tingle of excitement as the doors slid shut. She noticed a biometrics scanner beside the control panel and watched as Slick Tracy placed his palm on it, the system humming softly as it verified his identity.
"Security is tight here," Slick Tracy commented, noting her interest. "Only authorized personnel have access to certain areas, and our security systems ensure that only heroes and their sidekicks can access their designated quarters."
The elevator began to ascend, smoothly and swiftly, Allison felt her ears pop slightly as they gained height. "How many floors does this place even have?" she asked, her eyes widening at the thought of the vastness of the fortress.
"More than you'd think," Slick Tracy replied with a chuckle. "The Fortress of Justice is designed to cater to a wide range of hero needs. Training facilities, mission control rooms, living quarters... we've got it all."
The elevator came to a gentle stop, and the doors slid open to reveal a quieter corridor. Allison stepped out. After a few more turns Slick Tracy gestured to an opened door on their right. "Here we are. Your new home away from home."
Allison's eyes widened as she took in the simple yet comfortable room. She stepped inside, noting the neat and functional space. A sturdy bed sat against one wall, a desk by the window which offering a view of the bustling city below. The attached bathroom, though compact, had all the necessary amenities.
"It's perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
Slick Tracy's smiled grew bigger at the look on her face. "There's a lot more to see but for now get acquainted with your room, your instructor will meet you in Training Room C in an hour."
As Slick Tracy turned to leave, Allison called out, "Wait!" She wanted to ask about Mark, about the possibility of visitors. But before she could form the words, Slick Tracy spoke again.
"Oh, and Nightshade?" he said, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Welcome to the team."
Allison beamed and gave a swift, strong nod. "Thanks, Slick."
With that, Slick Tracy disappeared down the corridor, leaving Allison alone in her new quarters.
3: Training Hall
Allison's excitement continued to mount as she made her way to Training Room C, the internal digital maps of the Fortress made finding the room easy. The room was cavernous, filled with various training equipment: punching bags, agility courses, and advanced holographic simulation systems. Sunlight spilled in through the skylights, casting a warm glow over the otherwise sterile environment. It was empty, save for two figures standing near the centre.
As Allison approached, the two turned to face her. One was a tall, wiry young man with shockingly white hair that contrasted sharply with his dark skin. His eyes glowed with a faint blue light, a sign of his powers. The other was a petite woman whose porcelain complexion was almost as white as her companion's hair. Her eyes were a vivid green, and they sparkled with the same mixture of excitement and nerves that filled Allison.
"Hi," Allison greeted, her voice echoing slightly in the large room. "I'm Nightshade."
The white-haired young man extended a hand, his lips curling into a friendly smile. "I'm Jetstream," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "And this is my girlfriend Zephyr."
Zephyr gave a small wave, her voice soft yet clear. "Nice to meet you."
Allison shook Jetstream's hand, her telekinetic senses automatically scanning him in a subtle, subconscious way. She then turned to Zephyr and offered a warm smile. "I'm Nightshade are you both new sidekicks too?".
"Yeah," Jetstream said with a nod. "We just got our acceptance letters yesterday. We're used to live out in West City. Moved here a couple of days ago."
"Really?" Allison's eyes lit up. "I've always wanted to travel to West City." West City was also known as the city of lights, it was a prestigious area with beautiful art, and low crime rates.
Before they could delve deeper into conversation, the sound of heavy boots echoed through the room. The trio turned to see a hulking figure in the doorway. He was a broad-shouldered man with a shaved head and a stern expression. Skin was cracked and slate grey, it looked hard as rock.
"Attention, recruits," he bellowed, his voice reverberating off the walls. "I am Commander Stone. I'll be your combat instructor during your probationary period. Let's see what you're made of."
Commander Stone wasted no time in assessing the new recruits, charging at them with surprising speed for someone of his size. The three sidekicks scrambled to react, their initial dodges clumsy and uncoordinated.
Jetstream, with his glowing eyes, was the first to move. He darted to the left, attempting to use his agility to evade the commander's grasp. But Stone was quicker, his massive hand shooting out and grabbing the young hero by the collar, lifting him off the ground with ease.
"Whoa, easy there!" Jetstream struggled, but the commander's grip was like iron.
Zephyr, her green eyes widening, called upon her powers. A gust of wind swirled around her, and she threw herself at the commander, using the air currents to enhance her strength. Her small fists pummelled his arm, but it was like punching a wall.
"Impressive speed, Jetstream. But you need to work on your defence." Commander Stone's voice boomed, and he easily kept his grip on Jetstream, leaving the young hero flailing.
Nightshade, her purple eyes flashing with determination, stepped forward. She extended her arms, and a burst of purple telekinetic energy shot out, wrapping around the commander's other arm. With a sharp tug, she tried to pull him off balance, using her powers to enhance her strength.
"Good, Nightshade. You have control over your powers. Now, channel that energy into your attacks."
Stone did not budge, his feet planted firmly on the ground. But the recruits could sense his approval, and it fuelled their determination.
In a demonstration of raw power, Commander Stone hurled Jetstream across the room at Nightshade. Allison braced herself for impact. The world seemed to slow as Jetstream's body sailed through the air, his limbs flailing in an uncontrolled somersault. Allison attempted to break Jetstream's fall with an cushion of purple telekinetic energy. There was a moment of silence as Jetstream crashed through the cushion and his face made a soft, yet firm, collision with Nightshade's ample chest, the two of them falling to the ground.
The unexpected warmth and cushioning of Nightshade's breasts enveloped Jetstream's face, causing a momentary lapse in his concentration. His hands, searching for purchase, found themselves gripping the curves of her bosom in a reflexive grasp. The heat of embarrassment flushed across Allison's cheeks, while Jetstream's face turned a deep crimson.
Zephyr stifled a gasp, while a low chuckle rumbled from Commander Stone, the corners of his stern eyes crinkling slightly. "Well, Nightshade, it seems you've provided a soft landing for Jetstream. But let's focus, shall we?"
Jetstream extricated himself from his awkward position, his apologies tumbling out as he struggled to regain his footing. "I'm so sorry, Nightshade! I didn't mean to... I was just... The commander threw me, and I..."
"No harm done, Jetstream," Nightshade replied, her voice steady despite the warmth that lingered where his face had met her chest. She offered him a hand up, her telekinetic energy pulsing gently around them. "It's all part of the training, right?"
Commander Stone nodded approvingly, his massive arms crossed over his chest. "Exactly. In the field, you'll rarely find yourself in ideal situations. Adaptability is key. Now, let's try that again, with a bit more finesse this time, shall we?"
The trio of sidekicks fought on for a few more minutes, one-by-one they each were subdued by Commander Stone.
Jetstream, eager to prove his worth, launched himself at Commander Stone with lightning speed. He aimed to grab the commander, intending to use his own momentum against him. However, Stone was expecting this move. With a swift twist of his towering frame, he sidestepped Jetstream's grasp, leaving the young hero stumbling forward. Stone then brought down his massive hand, palm open, onto Jetstream's back. The force of the blow sent him face-first into the mat, the wind knocked out of him.
Zephyr once again used her powers to create a powerful gust of wind, sending her hurtling towards the commander like a human projectile. But Stone was unmoved, his feet firmly planted. He caught her in mid-air, his grip like steel around her petite frame, and gently set her down a few feet away, her attacks subdued.
Allison, her purple eyes glowing with concentration, took a more cautious approach. She maintained her distance, sending bursts of telekinetic energy at the commander in an attempt to disrupt his balance and tire him out. Her attacks were precise and controlled, but Stone's sturdy form remained unwavering.
"Good, Nightshade, you're finding your range," Commander Stone grunted as he deflected one of her energy blasts with a stone-hard forearm. "But sidekicks are often the surprise factor in a fight. Show me something unexpected."
With a sharp inhale, she unleashed a concentrated burst of telekinetic force, aiming to push Stone off his feet. The commander, however, countered with a stomp that created a miniature shockwave, rattling the training equipment. The force of it knocked Nightshade off balance, and she found herself on her knees. She gritted her teeth, maintaining her focus, and pushed back against the shockwave with her powers, managing to regain her footing.
"Excellent recovery," he commended. "But know your limits. Conserve your energy for when it truly matters."
Their intensive training session continued for another gruelling hour. Each sidekick gave it their all, their determination burning bright, but in the end, Commander Stone's unwavering stamina and experience overwhelmed them. Drenched in sweat, they collapsed to the floor, their breath ragged.
Stone stood in the centre of the room, watching them with an approving gaze. "Well done, recruits. You've shown potential, but there's much work to be done and a lot to learn. When you regain your strength, report to the outfitter's workshop on level 52."
It was clear that Commander Stone's power was on a whole other level to their own. As expected from a hero.
4: The Outfitter
"Oh, no, no, no. That just wont do." The Outfitter looks Allison's superhero costume up and down. "How in the world are we going to sell this?"
The Outfitter, a seasoned artisan known only by his title, shuffled through his workshop with the air of someone who had seen generations of heroes come and go. His back curved slightly with age, yet his hands were steady, the fingers nimble from years of crafting armour and stitching capes. As stood before him in her form-fitting suit, those hands began to move with practiced ease, carrying a measuring tape that danced around her like a snake charmed out of its basket.
Allison felt her cheeks flush as the Outfitter's gnarled hands roamed over her body, the measuring tape wrapping around her waist, hips, and chest. He tutted and clicked his tongue, muttering about adjustments and alterations.
"Mmm, yes, a bit more room here, my dear. We need to show off those delightful curves. Superheroes need to strike fear into the hearts of villains and desire into the hearts of the people they protect." As he spoke, his fingers deliberately brushed against the swells of her breasts, tracing the outline of her nipples through the suit's fabric.
The Outfitter stepped back, his eyes narrowing in appraisal. "This outfit is too... restrictive. We need to make a few changes. Something more form-fitting, perhaps a lower neckline, and a bit more... revealing. Yes, indeed." Without warning, he whipped out a pair of scissors and, with a deft snip, cut away a portion of the suit's fabric, exposing more of Allison's cleavage.
Allison gasped, her eyes widening at the sudden exposure. "Um, I thought the suit was supposed to be practical and protective?" she said, her voice wavering slightly.
"Oh, my dear, it is." The Outfitter's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her supple flesh. "But we can't have you hiding your light under a bushel, now, can we? Superheroes are figures of fantasy, and a dash of sex appeal never hurt anyone."
As he spoke, the Outfitter's hands roamed lower, squeezing her buttocks as he pretended to adjust the suit's fit. Allison's breath quickened, and she felt a tingle between her legs, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I-I suppose a little skin wouldn't hurt," she stammered, unsure if she was trying to convince herself or if it was the truth.
"There we are, my dear." The Outfitter stepped back, a lecherous gleam in his eye. "A few more tweaks, and we'll have you turning heads for all the right reasons. Now, let's see about shortening this skirt a tad..."
Allison's cheeks burned as the Outfitter's hands continued their "measurement," his every touch sending a confusion through her body. He knew the Outfitter was meant to be some sort of master hero-suit tailor but was he really this handsy with all the heroes he fitted? She wondered.
After what feels like an eternity of the Outfitter's "expert" adjustments, Allison finally stands before a full-length mirror, her reflection showcasing the transformed outfit. The sluttier version is a clear departure from her previous, more conservative suit.
The vibrant purple and black ensemble clings to her like a second skin, showcasing her athletic physique. The cropped top plunged daringly, revealing a generous expanse of cleavage and emphasizing the Nightshade emblem strategically placed between her breasts. Thin straps stretch over her shoulders, baring her smooth skin, while a short skirt hug her curves, showcasing more of her legs and inner thighs then she was completely comfortable with.
"Oh, my," Allison breathes, her eyes widening at her reflection. "It's quite something."
The Outfitter beams with pride, clearly satisfied with his handiwork. "Indeed, my dear. You look absolutely stunning. This outfit will ensure you capture the attention of both villains and citizens alike."
As if to emphasize his point, the Outfitter reaches out and gives Allison's exposed midriff a playful tap, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "A little extra skin never hurt anyone, and it certainly suits you."
Allison's cheeks flushed once more. She couldn't deny that the outfit would draw attention. Maybe the wrong sort.
"Now, let's see about those accessories." The Outfitter reaches for a small box, opening it to reveal a selection of hero accoutrements. "An eye-mask, of course, to conceal your identity, but a smaller, more decorative one to accentuate your beautiful features. And, hmm, yes, a choker with the Nightshade emblem, and some garter pouches for any essential gadgets. Practical and sexy, a winning combination."
As Allison allows the Outfitter to adorn her with the final touches, she grew more and more self-conscious. She knows that stepping out in this outfit will turn heads and elicit reactions, both positive and negative. But as she regards her reflection, a sense of empowerment takes hold. It was a super suit of the same calibre as the ones worn by the Council of Justice.
Allison exits the workshop, her mind still reeling from the Outfitter's intimate "adjustments." As she walks, a hand suddenly reaches out, giving her butt a firm slap. She jumps, startled, and spins to see the Outfitter leering at her, his face a picture of amusement.
"Just making sure that suit sits nice and snug, my dear." He chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You keep those villains guessing, and those citizens dreaming. Go get 'em, tiger."
Allison bites her lip, unsure whether to feel annoyed or flattered. She swallows her retort and strides away, her hips swaying in that damn skirt, feeling the Outfitter's eyes on her the entire way.
As she makes her way to the sidekick common room, her thoughts are in a turmoil. Does every hero have to endure this kind of treatment? She knew superheroes were meant to embody a certain level of sex appeal, but this felt like crossing a line.
When Allison entered the common room, her eyes immediately fall on Zephyr, who was sitting on a couch. Zephyr looks up shyly. Allison takes in Zephyr's new outfit, which is just as revealing as her own. Her outfit, a mix of blue and silver, accentuates her slender frame, with a plunging neckline that showcases her delicate collarbones and a short, sheer skirt that hints at the curves beneath.
"Wow," Allison gasps, unable to contain her reaction. "I mean, that outfit looks amazing on you."
Zephyr smiles, a soft smile "Thanks. I wasn't so sure about it at first, but I guess it's growing on me. I mean, it's quite a departure from my usual style." She pauses, her eyes taking in Allison's new look. "You look amazing too, I wish I had your curves."
Allison smiles back, feeling a surge of camaraderie. "Yeah, it's definitely an adjustment. I feel like I should be posing for a calendar or something." She chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "I guess this is the hero life."
The girl talk is interrupted by the arrival of Jetstream. He strides into the room, and immediately does a slight double take, his eyebrows raising in appreciation. Though he tries to play it cool, it's clear that the sight of Allison and Zephyr in their new outfits has caught him off guard.
"Well, well," he says, a grin spreading across his face. "Look at you two. I must say, those outfits definitely suit you." His gaze lingers, taking in the revealing nature of their ensembles, from the plunging necklines to the short skirts that leave little to the imagination.
"Thanks." Zephyr replies, a hint of shyness in her voice. She adjusts her silver headband, a gesture that betrays her discomfort.
"I must say, I'm a bit surprised. I expected more modifications to your outfit." Allison looked at Jetstream, besides a few minor modifications, the white spandex with a black lightning bolt looked pretty much the same as when she first saw him.
"Can't improved on perfection." Jetstream held his hands , crossed his feet and did a smooth twirl.
"Sorry about my boyfriend, he is a show-off." Zephyr quietly chuckled.
"You know you love it baby."
5: A Real Flirt
Allison, still dwelling on the evaluation and adjusting to her attire, needed a break from the day. A shower helped. With so much energy expended, she started to feel hungry so she headed to the Fortress' massive cafeteria. Though it was quite late most heroes, sidekicks and staff worked through the night, justice never slept.
Allison filled a tray with some roast beef, mashed potatoes and coffee. The meat is overcooked and rubbery, the potatoes instant, and the coffee burnt but Allison didn't care and she needed the calories. As she sat down, exhausted, a friendly voice snapped her out of her meal-induced trance.
"Hey there, gorgeous. You're Nightshade, right? New kid on the block?"
Allison looked up to see a handsome sidekick sitting next to her. He had short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a confident smile. A multi-ringed target was embroidered on his tight green and yellow shirt that stretched across his muscular chest.
"Yeah, I'm Nightshade," she replies, a little flustered by his forwardness. "I just started my probation today."
"Bullseye." He extends a muscular arm for a handshake. "Good to meet you. I'm a sidekick too, but I'm due for promotion soon. Just waiting on the hero vacancy, you know?"
As they shake, Allison noticed his biceps bulging against his sleeve. She couldn't help but feel a little star-struck. This guy was the real deal, almost a full-fledged hero. She wondered what his powers were, judging by his outfit, and the quiver at his side, they have something to do with archery.
"That's incredible. Congrats." Allison sips her coffee a little too quickly, burning her tongue in the process "It must feel awesome to be so close." She tried not to show her nervousness and pain.
"Yeah, I've been working my ass off for this. Almost there now." He leans in closer, his voice dropping a notch. "But you know, it's not all glory. Being a hero has its challenges too."
"Challenges?" Allison prompts, intrigued.
"Oh yeah." His eyes dart around conspiratorially. "Take this cape, for example." He gestures to the sleek green cape draped over his shoulders. "Looks great, right? Symbol of heroism and all that jazz. But it's a pain in the ass sometimes. Gets caught in doors, tangles up when you're trying to move fast..." He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But hey, it's worth it for the image, right?"
"I guess so." Allison ponders her own outfit, thinking of the freedom it represented, and the unsolicited butt-slapping it invited. "What power do you have?"
"Can't reveal too much, sorry." He says with a regretful smile. "Got to keep some mystery about myself. I'll give you a hint though, it has something to do with force application."
Bullseye's flirty attitude was evident, but Allison didn't mind. Boys would be boys.
"So, Nightshade," Bullseye says, leaning back in his chair, his eyes roaming appreciatively over Allison's figure. "That outfit looks smoking hot on you. I like the whole mysterious enforcer vibe. Very sexy."
Allison felt a tingle at his words, her cheeks flushing. "T-thanks," she stammers, a little taken aback by the direct compliment. "It's a bit more revealing than I'm used to."
"It suits you, trust me." He pauses, his gaze intensifying. "So, do you have a boyfriend, Nightshade? Anyone lucky enough to call you theirs?"
Allison's heart skipped a beat as she thought of Mark. "Yeah, I do," she replies, her voice soft yet firm. "His name's Mark. We've been together for a while now."
"Mark, huh?" Bullseye's eyebrows raised in interest. "He's a lucky guy, having someone like you by his side. I'll bet he's proud to call you his girl."
"Thanks, I think so," Allison says, a warm smile spreading across her face as she thought of Mark's unwavering support. "He's been incredibly supportive, especially with all the hero stuff."
"It's important to have good support." Bullseye winked conspiratorially. "Especially here, we have each other's backs. It's all about the team." He paused, his expression turning playful. "So, what's your story, Nightshade? How'd you end up here?"
"Well, it's kind of a long story, but the short of it is that my powers emerged when I turned eighteen." Allison twisted a lock of hair around her finger as she recounted her tale. "I worked hard to get here, trained every day."
"Eighteenth birthday, huh?" Bullseye muses, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "Seems like a significant milestone for us super-types. I manifested my powers around that time too. A coming-of-age gift, I suppose." He chuckled, shaking his head as if clearing old memories. "Well, I hope you enjoy it here, and don't worry about your boyfriend. We have a saying here." Bullseye smirked. "Anything that's done in the Fortress, stays in the Fortress. If you have some spare time you should come to my room for a bit of horizontal extra training."
Bullseye's innuendo hung heavy in the air. Allison felt her pulse quicken as she realised what he meant. She'd heard rumours about sidekicks and heroes engaging in "extracurricular activities", but she never expected to be propositioned so directly.
"Uh, thanks for the offer, Bullseye." Allison stammered, her voice catching in her throat, unsure how to respond to such a forward invitation. "I, uh, I'll have to check my schedule."
"Take your time, gorgeous." Bullseye winked, his confidence unwavering. "My door's always open for you. No heroics required for this kind of extra training."
Allison gulped, she knew Mark was waiting for her back at their place, and although Bullseye's muscular physique was certainly a tempting sight, she was loyal to Mark.
As if sensing her hesitation, Bullseye leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Look, I get it. You've got a boyfriend, and that's cool. But let's just say, things are different here, and you look like a girl that might have a hard time being satisfied with just a civilian."
"W-what do you mean?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.
Bullseye merely smiled, a mixture of mischief and allure. "Let's just say, civilians can rarely keep up with the needs of supers like us. They dont have the stamina." He paused, his eyes daring her to accept his proposal. "So, will I see you later, Nightshade? No strings attached, just two sidekicks blowing off some steam."
Allison felt a rush of excitement mixed with trepidation. She knew she shouldn't even be entertaining the idea, but the prospect of a secret tryst within the Fortress of Justice was straight out of the erotic novels she used to read when she was younger. Mark was her rock, her pillar of support, but this place seemed like a world of its own, where rules could be bent and desires explored.
Flustered, Allison shifts uncomfortably in her seat. The heady atmosphere and Bullseye's brazen proposition had her both intrigued and disgusted. She knew this was treacherous territory. Glancing around the cafeteria, she realised she needed a moment to process this encounter.
"I, uh, I should get going." Allison stood abruptly, almost spilling her tray. "It's been great chatting, Bullseye, but I need to, uh, prepare for tomorrow's training."
Bullseye raised gracefully, his expression understanding. "Of course, gorgeous. Take your time. I'll be around if you change your mind." He winks playfully, his tone light and nonchalant.
Allison offers a faint smile and a brief wave before turning and hurrying out of the cafeteria, her thoughts a tempest of intrigue and uncertainty.
Back in the privacy of her room, Allison slumps against the door, her body hot. Her eyes fell upon her communicator, and she knew what she needed to do. Flicking it on, she dialled Mark's code, eager to see his familiar face and ground herself in their shared reality beyond the Fortress' walls. The screen flickers to life, and Mark's sleep-tousled form appears, his face lighting up with a grin.
"Hey, Alli! How's it going? Did you kick some ass today?" His voice is groggy, but his affection for her shined through.
The sight of him filled Allison with relief and an unexpected surge of longing. She realises how much she missed him, despite their recent passionate send-off.
"Hey, you." She attempted to still her racing heart and calm her flustered demeanour. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. It's been a crazy day."
As they fell into easy conversation, Allison felt her tense shoulders relax. Mark's presence, even through the video call, is a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. Yet, in the back of her mind, Bullseye's proposition lingered.
"So, what's with the new outfit?" Mark asked, his eyes lighting up with curiosity as he took at her attire.
"Oh, this?" Allison's hand went self-consciously to the emblem between her breasts. "It's my new superhero outfit. The Outfitter here at the Fortress made it for me. What do you think?"
Mark's gaze intensified, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the tight-fitting suit, accentuating her curves. "Wow, Alli... It's, um... pretty revealing, isn't it? Not that I'm complaining," he added hastily.
Allison laughed, a mix of embarrassment and delight. "Yeah, it is. I wasn't expecting it to be so, well, form-fitting. But it's supposed to be intimidating, you know? Show that I mean business."
"Intimidating, huh?" Mark's eyebrows raised. "Well, it's definitely got my attention. You look like a total badass, but also... sexy." He bit his lip, his expression turning playful. "Do they want you to flash the villains or something?"
Allison laughed, with a cute staccato. "No, I don't think so. But, honestly, the way you're staring at me... it's making me wonder if you're imagining me flashing more than just the villains." She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, giving someone a little private show. Maybe I should give you a demonstration." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, and she stepped closer to the communicator, "I could show you just how revealing this outfit can be."
"Yes please!" Mark goofily nodded his head.
Allison's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sauntered towards the bed, her fingers trailing along the curve of her hips. "You like it, huh?" she purred, her voice lowered and sultry.
"Hell yeah, I do." Mark's voice cracked, his eyes glued to the screen as Allison began to slowly peel off her gloves, one finger at a time. She knew how to tease, drawing out the anticipation.
"It's not every day you get to see your girlfriend in a super-suit, is it?" Allison continued, her eyes never leaving the screen as she let her gloves fall to the floor. "Might as well give you a proper show."
Mark swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to speak. "God, Alli... You have no idea how hot you look right now."
With a playful smile, Allison slowly unlaced her top, pausing to maintain the suspense. As Allison slipped her top from her shoulders, a vision flashed through her mind of Bullseye's hands roving over her body, measuring, caressing. She shook her head slightly, dispelling the unwanted intrusion. Mark was here; he was all that mattered in this moment.
"Like what you see?" she teased, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her skirt, ready to reveal more.
"Oh, I love it," Mark groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea what this is doing to me, Alli."
Allison smiled softly, feeling powerful and desired. She knew how to drive Mark wild, and she relished in the effect she had on him. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it and leaving her clad in only her panties.
"Fuck, Alli," Mark whispered hoarsely, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of her curvaceous figure. "You're killing me here."
"You wish you were here don't you?" Allison teased, her hands roaming over her body, tracing the outlines of her breasts and hips. She was getting lost in the sensation, Allison relished the feel of her own skin and began to touch herself more intimately.
Mark had already began to touch himself, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Love it, Alli. You're so fucking beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
As Allison moved her hands over her body, her mind flashed to the cafeteria. Her eyes locked with Mark's, but she saw Bullseye's confident smile, his piercing blue eyes daring her to take him up on his offer.
"You're so beautiful, Alli," Mark whispered, his breath ragged as he watched her through the screen. "I wish I was there with you."
"Mmm, I wish you were too," Allison purred, her fingers trailing down to the waistband of her panties. She slid them slowly down her thighs, stepping out of them and leaving herself completely bare.
Mark's breath stopped, unable to look away from the sight of Allison's naked body.
Allison begins to pleasure herself, her eyes fluttering closed as her fingers entered her. She moaned softly. "Oh, Mark... it feels so good."
Mark's eyes widened, his body tensing as he watched Allison touch herself. He couldn't help but mirror her actions, his hand moving frantically as he whispered her name.
Allison arched her back, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Mark... oh God, I'm close..."
"Me too, Alli," Mark groaned, his eyes fixed on the screen as he stroked himself desperately. "Come for me, baby."
As Allison's climax washed over her, her eyes flew open and she cried out, "oh Bullseye!"
Her eyes widened in shock at her own words, and she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, trying to stifle the accidental confession.
"Yeah baby, bullseye, hit that spot." Fortunately Mark didn't know the significance of Allison's words." Mark came shortly there after.
"Sorry Marky, I got to go. Love you." Allison quickly turned off the communicator before Mark could reply, she laid there panting, trying her best to keep out the intrusive thoughts.
