Wrecking Ball

Five years to the future...

With the welcome formation of C.L.I.T. (Central Liberation Intelligence Team), the citizens have begun to rest well knowing their cities were now safe from the evil threat of villains. However, unbeknownst to these citizens, the organization is actually just a controlled offshoot of the villainous group T.I.T.S. (Terror In Terrible Spaces). Even those hired into the organization don't know of their true overlords watching in the shadows as their own Director Hayes is none other than villain Cockblock. Only disguised behind a pair of glasses, you see. From her seat in central command, she watches over those watching over the villain and hero activities making certain everything is going to plan. Unfortunately, those plans are T.I.T.S.'s plans.

What are those plans? Their plans are simply...

The plan has rules and guidelines, rules and guidelines to keep the operation going. Said rules and guidelines include...

1. All Fights Were To Have A Scripted Beginning: In order to keep up the appearance that all super heroines were indeed saving the day, all villain activities were scripted. If villains weren't working with a script or were willing to go with it either way, they would have scenarios set for them to partake in. These battles were often times lost by the villains as determined by the council. After losing, villains would be transported back by their partnered heroine whereupon they would be given further instructions based on preset parameters. To compensate villains for their losses, they would be earned points based upon their performance in the fight. Points that could then be spent on a number of perks. The most popular being time alone with a heroine of their choice.
2. No One Won Without The Say So Of The Council: To be a member of T.I.T.S. meant you had to throw a few fights. If a villain changed the script for them to win, the heroines power parameters were heightened and the villain was dealt with upon their return. Punishments are always the same; immediate placement into a concealment tube where the villain was made as mindless as the heroines and used for later performances.
3. To Fight Bambi Meant Winning A Lottery: Being their pet project and perhaps the last remaining free minded heroine, the desire to “crush” Bambi beneath their feet was a high request from villains. Bambi's powers were made to be flight, complete invulnerability, and high levels of masochism and exhibitionism. This meant that the more done to her the more aroused she became. Knowing this, fights with her specifically became a high demand and to combat this a lottery was drawn up to decide who would fight her. At that point it would be decided on by the council whether the villain defeats Bambi or not.
4. When Fighting Bambi, Keep Up Her Super Strength: To the public, Bambi has another power; superior strength. In reality she's as weak as any ordinary citizen. It is then requested that villains make every effort possible to showcase the “strength” Bambi has. As Bambi believes it, her fists were “blessed by the Gods” that they only do superior damage to evil doers. Meaning she can't lift buildings or throw objects, but she can fling a villain halfway across a city.

The fights with Bambi are regarded as the most popular among villains as, with her powers, it means they can get absolutely creative with what they do to her. So much so that an actual bi-monthly award ceremony is held based solely on these fights. Awards were given for most convincing, most devastating, and most amount of orgasms delivered.

“Goodbye, moms!” Bambi calls out from the door. She's dressed in her standard military green uniform signifying her as a junior member of C.L.I.T.

“Goodbye, sweetheart.” Kajira calls from the dining room table wearing an apron over her faded pink sweater and form fitting white leggings. In her hand is a frying pan used presently to hold the other woman's cooked sausages. The other woman? None other than the dark star of T.I.T.S., Cockblock.

“Goodbye, dear.” She calls out before smelling the air over the frying pan. “Those smell tasty.”

Bambi leaves in a cheerful manner out the door for another day of keeping the world safe. With her gone, Cockblock stabs a sausage with her fork and pushes her seat back. She dangles the meaty bit down over her crotch and looks up at Kajira.

“Where are you supposed to be around me, bitch?”

Kajira blushes as she gets down to her knees and proceeds to suck along the sausage while Cockblock grips hold of her hair.

This is Bambi's established home. Kajira was designated her biological mother while Cockblock was the woman whom she fell in love with. These are concurrent with the lifetime of memories placed into Bambi's head. In reality, it's only been a few years since she got out of the tank but according to her and her friends and coworkers, she's a recent college graduate just moved back home with her loving parents. Her friends were real, her coworkers real as well. Everyone in C.L.I.T. was oblivious to their true meaning, after all. Everyone but the director, Cockblock. That included Bambi as well.

An hour or so following her breakfast time engagement, Cockblock arrives at C.L.I.T.'s central command with Kajira following close behind. She sat in her command seat to look over a file that looked official enough. But the reality was the file was produced by T.I.T.S. council, printed with a special ink that could only be read by use of Cockblock's glasses. Between the lines, Cockblock could see what was really meant to be read.

Genosha, the giant hellfire demon of a woman, had won the lottery and would be pitted against Bambi later today. As decided by the council, Genosha would win and earn the privilege of humiliating the heroine for, honestly, both of their pleasures. Placing the file aside, Cockblock begins with the days proceedings.

“Alright, everyone,” She begins “Let's have a productive day of con-peace!”

“Yes, ma'am!” They all shout in unison before turning toward their posts. Almost immediately one of their stations begins blinking.

“Ma'am!” One of the techs shouts turning back to face the concealed Cockblock. “We have a report of Genosha downtown! She's making quite a ruckus stomping around and demanding a fight. How should we respond?”

“Get Bambi on the line and send her out.”

“Yes, ma'am!” She turns back to her monitor hitting a few keys and then talks into her headset. “Bambi? You're needed downtown immediately.”

Downtown, Bambi doesn't keep Genosha waiting long as she lands down before her putting her hands over her hips. With her award winning smile (Best teeth and Most Infectious two years running), she proclaims proudly.

“It's time you took a fall, Genosha, right back in the slammer.”

There's a few mumbles over that one from central command where Cockblock rises up from her seat.

“I'll take the rest of this in my office. Care to join me, Kajira?” She asks signaling the heroine to follow her from the room prompting even more murmurs.

“Do you think they're dating?”

“I heard they're married.”

“Little pipsqueak,” Genosha growls at Bambi. “You think you have a chance against me this time?”

“As they say, those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” Bambi states flying into Genosha knocking her across the jaw “sending” the demoness into a nearby wall.

Inside the office, Cockblock locks the door and points to her desk. “Get over it.”

Kajira obeys bending herself over the desk making certain her hips are pushed up. She starts to lick her lips when she feels rubber along her tongue. Looking up, she sees Cockblock holding a large black ballgag. Kajira opens not certain if it'll even fit but Cockblock works it in before strapping the bands behind her head.

“To keep you from shrieking out.” She says going to her desk and opening up a drawer from which she pulls out a massive strap on with several ridges and bumps along the shaft. There's even a remote Cockblock holds onto as Kajira pulls down her bottoms baring her already soaked pussy. “Nasty girl.”

“What did you call me?” Genosha growls wiping at her mouth before Bambi can notice the absence of any blood.

“I called you a lesser demon. A lackey, if anything.” Bambi answers.

“Why you...I'll make you eat those words!”

“Ha! How are you even planning that?”

Genosha charges forward swinging at Bambi just barely missing allowing the heroine to grab her wrist and swing her around. Of course, Genosha runs along and jumps when she feels thrown, much to the appreciation of Cockblock presently fucking Kajira senseless.

“She's been studying up. Funny how Bambi would mention about history. What do you think of Genosha's performance, my dear?” Cockblock teases looking down to find Kajira's head pressed sideways along the desk. She tsks and guides her head back up so she's resting on her chin. “You're supposed to be watching too, my dear.”

“ACK!” Bambi coughs out as Genosha lands a heavy shot to her gut and then swings both fists up treating the heroine's head like a volleyball on the response of a serve sending her flying back.

“Time for the fun, bitch.”

“It's...Bambi-ack!”

Genosha rams into her with her forearm pressing it to her throat pinning her to a wall. The demoness slides Bambi up causing her to choke and then proceeds to punch her repeatedly in the chest. Following the sixteenth shot, she finally drops Bambi to her knees and heads over to some chains she's brought along with her.

“Ho-hum.” Cockblock sighs. “She's going too soon into her games. She's going to lose points for believability.”

Genosha doesn't seem all too concerned on the potential of losing any points as she grabs the back of Bambi's head slamming her face into the pavement. She then takes up the heroine's arms binding her wrists behind her back with the chain only to repeat the process around her ankles hogtying her. She then lifts her up over her shoulder.

“What...what are you doing?” Bambi mutters.

“I figure if I'm going back to the slammer, I might as well give reason for you to come with me.”

“Wha-”

Genosha swings the chain bashing Bambi through a concrete wall of a building.

“Destruction of property.” Genosha says swinging Bambi again this time being swung straight into the building through the wall. “Breaking and entering.”

The demoness chuckles stepping into the building through the hole looking at the bank tellers screaming in terror.

“How about a little robbery to cap it all off?”

“N...no...” Bambi tries but there's nothing she can do about her bindings as Genosha hears a particular scream from behind.

Turning around, she spots a female teller having tripped and fallen on her escape from the bank. She's on her back now giving Genosha a better idea.

“How about...manslaughter instead?” She laughs as she approaches the frightened teller swinging the chained Bambi...only for the heroine to disappear in a bright flash leaving nothing but shortened chains to hit the floor close to Genosha's feet. “What...”

Silence in the command centre as well as Cockblock's office as no one can pinpoint exactly what happened. Genosha stands confused until a red blur takes her from the bank now leaving the bank teller puzzled.

“What...just happened?” Cockblock finally asks. She pulls her dildo out from Kajira's expanded ass and is about to get dressed when her personal monitor begins flashing with a message. Going back she activates the message pushing Kajira to the floor in the process.

“Where's Bambi?” Whip asks looking both frantic and annoyed.

“I don't know.” Cockblock answers resting a hand to her forehead. “No one here's reported anything yet.”

“Find her. Genosha was brought back recently and she's going on the warpath.”

“Forget her. We'll deal with her later.” Cockblock replies as she reaches down for Kajira's hair pulling her up to her knees pushing her face to her breast. In response, Kajira licks and then begins sucking on Cockblock's nipple.

“Do you think it might be...them?” Whip asks.

Cockblock tightens her grip of Kajira's hair. “If it were...too much would get out too quickly.”

“Then you need to locate her. Now.” Whip says as the monitor goes blank.

Meanwhile, on a deserted island, Bambi coughs out as a woman presses her finger to the restraints binding her arms and legs in behind her back. With them all gone, the woman steps back clasping her hands together.

“Oh. My. God. I can't believe I'm finally meeting you.” She says as Bambi gets to her hands and knees looking up.

“Thanks, um...”

The woman above has a lustful look in her eyes seeing Bambi on her hands and knees before her. She licks her lips slowly and then finally realizes.

“Oh! Sorry. Just a fan. Huge fan. Super Fan. That's...that's what you can call me.” She laughs for a short bit and then begins to play some with her hair.

“Thanks, Super Fan.”

Hearing that practically makes Super Fan cum right there but she manages to contain her pleasure as Bambi sits in the sand looking around.

“Where are we?”

“I dunno.” Super Fan quickly answers. “But we're alone...”

“Looks that way.” Bambi sighs standing up as Super Fan continues playing with her hair, stroking her hands down along her ponytail to be precise. “Look, thank you and all, but I need to get back or at least radio HQ about all this.”

“Oh! I, um, I did. Before you woke up.” Super Fan again quickly answers stepping back as Bambi passes her by still looking around.

“Thanks, but I need to report myself.” Bambi says giving a faint smile as she turns and attempts to fly only to crash into the sand still weakened from her fight with Genosha. Looking relieved, Super Fan races over to help her back up.

“Like I said. I radioed, they know you're here. You should relax, build up your strength. I can help.” Super Fan slowly looks her idol over seeing the bare patches of flesh behind the many holes in Bambi's costume swallowing as she notices the exposed nipples. “It wouldn't be weird.”

Post Credits!

The mayor's office where the woman in power presently has a hold of two phones while her cellphone on her desk rings and the private one inside the drawer rings as well. She's dealing with the calls of concern being brought to her by the citizens over Bambi's abrupt departure from the area. With C.L.I.T. unable to make comment, they've gone to the next highest source. In this frustration, she doesn't even hear her door opening as a woman clicks her metallic heels along the floor making her way toward the desk. Finally looking up, the mayor is surprised when she notices a woman wearing nothing but belts barely covering her body. She falls back into her chair when she also notices the army of gimps in behind her. Individuals all in black latex moaning over gags with their crotches seemingly vibrating.

“Wh-what do you want?” The mayor asks as the woman across from her brings up a hand as the sound of a leather snap echoes through the chambers.

The woman comes around as her newest gimp slave drops the phones and already begins drooling along the ballgag in her mouth. Despite being blindfolded by her three quarter hood, she joins up with the others as the woman sits in the mayor's seat relaxing back in the chair kicking her heels up on the desk top.

“Nothing much. Just this city.”

Super Fan