Free Safety
Ellen Everidge sat in the train and tapped her pencil on the page as she pondered the next answer on her crossword. “Don’t care,” the clue read. Hmm. Five letters. Second letter an ‘N’. Hmm.
She gave it a pass. Next clue, she thought.
“Did you hear what happened last night,” Ellen heard one of her fellow passengers ask of another.
It wasn’t exactly her style to eavesdrop but Ellen couldn’t help but listen in.
“No what?” asked the second woman of the first.
“It was Lady Liberty,” said the first woman. “I heard it on the news this morning.”
“What’d she do?”
“From what I heard, she single-handedly routed an attack by a burglar at the Chesterton Hotel.”
“No!”
“Yeah.”
Ellen smiled. It wasn’t that big a deal really. Just some guy who thought he could break into some penthouse rooms, snatch some jewelry and run, run in this case being repelling down the side of the building. Pretty stupid actually when you lived in a city where there was a superhero who could fly. The biggest challenge really came after the guy already knew he was caught. The trick was to get him inside before he hurt himself not that she couldn’t have caught him if he did slip and fall, but still, it was just better the other way around.
“That is so cool.”
“Yeah. I don’t know what we’d do without her.”
As quickly as Ellen had smiled, that smile now disappeared.
“She is so cool,” said the one woman to the other.
“Yeah.”
Ellen looked back at the crossword in front of her but suddenly, the puzzle no longer held any interest for her.
That was the problem here. Everyone relied on her. She tapped her pencil against the book she’d been writing in. What about her needs, she wanted to say. What would happen if she wanted to go on vacation or something. Would the whole city come apart at the seams if she simply went away for a week? She didn’t really think so but she wished she could be sure.
Ellen loved riding the train. There was just something so amazing about it. You were an individual, yes, but at the same time, you were part of something else. There was a sort of anonymity that came from riding on a train. It was the anonymity that Ellen enjoyed.
And speaking of anonymity, this was her stop coming up. She put her crossword puzzle away and she prepared to exit the train just like anyone else who happened to be getting off here.
In her gray skirt and gray jacket, she looked every bit the businesswoman that she actually was as she came up out of the station. The sun was shining on the gardens outside of the station but it was too early for the sun to provide much warmth as Ellen briskly walked towards her destination. That was fine. She didn’t mind the cool air.
She crossed the gardens and she walked up the steps to an old stone building. The building might have had an old-style look from the outside but the security system inside was certainly state of the art. Ellen put her bag down on the conveyor belt even as one of the guards nodded at her. “Ms. Everidge,” the man said.
Ellen nodded at the man. “Jeremy,” she said. “How goes it today?”
The man hardly ever smiled and he didn’t smile this day either. “You know how it goes. Same old, same old.”
“You know, Jeremy,” Ellen said as she picked her briefcase up off the conveyor belt, “that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
“I never said it was,” the guard said mirthlessly.
Ellen smiled to herself as she walked to the elevator. Jeremy never did smile and not for the first time, Ellen couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he really was that serious or did he really never find anything worth smiling about and with that, Ellen took the elevator to the top floor.
“Good morning, Miss Everidge,”
Ellen nodded at the woman. “Good morning, Sylvia,” she said and she walked on by.
The brunette finally let herself into her office in the west wing of the city hall and she slid behind her desk and moments later, her computer was up and running.
A young blond girl poked her head into Ellen’s office. “Good morning, Ms. Everidge,” the girl said.
Ellen looked up at her secretary. “Nancy, it’s good to see you. What have you got for me today?”
“You’ve got a pretty light morning today, but your afternoon’s pretty solid. “You’ve got the one on one with Rita at one, then the phone-o with Chuck at two thirty and Douglas Cuverdale wants to talk with you at four.”
“Cuverdale,” Ellen asked. “What’s he want?”
“I suppose he wants to pitch his hotel again.”
Ellen sighed. Why didn’t the man just get it. The city wasn’t going to approve his project. The building department had turned him down and the Planning Commission had done the same and it wasn’t just that the man’s project didn’t even fit in with the city plans. It was as much about the man himself. For all of his claims about being an upstanding civil leader, the man had ties to organized crime and Ellen knew more about those ties than anyone else so if Douglas Cuverdale expected to get a sympathetic audience from her, he would soon find out just how wrong that was. Still, as Assistant City Manager, it wasn’t like she could exactly tell him that she wasn’t going to see a man who had as much clout as he did. “That’s it then?” Ellen asked.
Nancy nodded.
“All right then. Let’s see if we can keep that morning free so I can work on the budget report, okay?”
“You got it, Boss.”
The numbers weren’t adding up on the budget and no matter how Ellen tried to work them, the budget just wasn’t coming out right. Too bad budgets weren’t like crime fighting where the only thing you had to worry about was finding what needed to be taken care of and then swooping in and getting the job done.
She ate lunch in the cafeteria and as was usually the case with her, she ate alone and then she was back again at her desk.
Douglas Cuverdale certainly did want to talk about his hotel project when he met with Ellen. “My hotel’s meeting with some resistance,” the man griped.
“Really, and why do you suppose that is.”
“I know damned well why it is,” the man said, “and I suspect you do as well.”
“Enlighten me.”
“It’s about me. It’s about my reputation.”
“And what reputation is that?”
“Come on, Ms. Everidge. You know what reputation that is. I don’t have to go into it, but the point is my hotel could bring this city money, money that this city needs to close its budget gap.”
“That’s not the point, Mr. Cuverdale.”
“Sure it is,” Douglas Cuverdale said. “Tell me. Have you figured out how to close your budget gap yet?”
Ellen perked up at that. How much did this man know about what went on in her office but almost as quickly, she realized that maybe it wasn’t as much as he was trying to insinuate. Anyone with a calculator could see that the city had a budget problem. “That’s really not the point,” Ellen said.
“Really. You know, we can’t always rely on Lady Liberty for everything. What if she went away. We’d have an even worse shortfall than we have now.”
“She’s not going to go away,” Ellen snapped.
“You sure about that?”
“She’s not going to go away,” Ellen said again. No, she wasn’t ever going to go away, Ellen thought. She was stuck here forever.
It had been a quiet night on patrol. Almost too quiet, Lady Liberty told herself, but really, that was the way she liked it. She was about to head home when she heard it. “I’m telling you,” a man’s voice was saying, “these fools will never see it coming.”
“Yeah,” said another man, “but a bomb—”
“It has to be done.”
That got the superhero’s attention but almost as if on cue, the voices seemed to just die out.
How the hell could that be? She listened harder and still, there was nothing.
That was insane. Her super hearing should have been able to hear the men wherever they were and yet she heard nothing. She crisscrossed her way back again over the area she’d been patrolling and she listened harder.
And still, there was nothing.
This was crazy. How could that be?
And then suddenly, the voices were back again but this time off to her left. “What about the authorities?” said the one man.
“What about them?” asked the first.
“They’re going to try and stop us.”
“I certainly hope so but it won’t do them any good.”
This was good, Lady Liberty thought. She was finally honing in on the source of the voices and just when she thought she knew where they were coming from, they died out again.
It was frustrating. It seemed as if almost every time she seemed to get a fix on where the voices were coming from, they’d suddenly go quiet. Maybe if she were an ordinary human being, she might have doubted herself but she had faith in her abilities and so she crisscrossed the skies above the city looking for the source of what she’d been hearing.
Finally, the voices were back again. “We’ll meet again tomorrow night,” one of the voices said. “Same time and same place.”
“Sounds good,” said the other. “Do you think this is going to work.”
The first voice chuckled. “By the time we’re through with this city, they’ll be reeling from what we’ve done to them. Yeah. I think this will work. Remember, same time. Same place.”
No, Lady Liberty thought, but wherever the voices had been coming from, they’d gone silent again. Damn it. She’d been so close and whatever they were planning, it sounded big. She scanned the streets in the hopes that she might see something in the traffic that would lead her to the perpetrators but even that was unsuccessful.
She was back again the next night patrolling the same area of the city where she had been before and this time, she was determined. This time, she was going to track the voices down wherever they were.
The only thing was the voices weren’t there and Lady Liberty couldn’t help but ask herself if this might not be some kind of a ruse, some sort of trick to keep her here while somewhere else, something bad was going down.
But how could that be accomplished, she wondered, and besides, if something bad were being planned against the city, she needed to be there to stop it so again and again, she crisscrossed the skies as she listened for the voices.
“Are we ready,” she heard the voice of the one she’d identified as the ringleader.
“Everything’s in place,” said one of the henchmen.
“All you have to do is say the word,” said the other.
Again, the voices went dark. No!
But then they were back again. The superhero briefly noticed a flash below her as she honed in on the source of the voices.
“What about the police?” said the ringleader.
“They’ve been taken care of,” said the first henchman.
“And the press?”
Once more, the voices faded out and Lady liberty twisted around. She noticed another flash below her but she gave it no attention as she once more searched for the source of the voices.
And then suddenly there it was coming from a building almost directly in front of her. Finally, she thought. It was about time.
And whatever it was she’d been hearing, it was holding steady. There certainly was someone inside talking about a terrorist threat on the upper echelons of the city’s elite.
Lady Liberty landed on the roof. As much as she would have liked to have kicked in the walls, there was a protocol to such things. You didn’t damage buildings and other infrastructure if there was a potential for innocent bystanders being hurt except in the most drastic of situations and this hardly qualified as that.
It was odd, she thought. It was odd that there was no one on the roof. The bad guys knew the rules as well as she did and they knew if she wasn’t going to bust in the walls, then the most likely place of entry was the roof and they almost always had someone up there just in case. It was so common that whenever you saw someone on a roof with no legitimate reason for being there, it was almost a dead giveaway that something bad was going on somewhere down below.
But for whatever reason, the roof was empty and for that matter, so was the landing just below the roof. It was very odd.
Once inside the building, it was easier to make her way down. The stairwell might have been a drag to handle if she was an ordinary person but when one could fly, the stairwell was a breeze and then there she was on the floor where the men were talking.
She kicked opened the door if for no other reason than it was damned impressive and heck, it was always good to make the bad guys think they’d lost before the fight ever began.
But there was no one there. Just a tape machine and an elaborate remote system and one other thing. It was a note that read, “Nice try, Lady Liberty.”
It was a set-up but for what. Lady Liberty’s first thought was that someone had tried to distract her away from some other thing but a quick scan told her that that wasn’t the case and yet, it had obviously been directed at her.
But why?
She’d soon have the answer to that.
It started that night in her dreams.
What with her nightly patrols and her day job as well, the superhero was barely lucky if she got three hours of sleep at night. She’d gotten used to that as well or at least that was what she kept telling herself but sometimes, you just wanted to get a good night’s sleep. Unfortunately, like so many things, that was another thing that was out of her reach.
She was in a darkened room. Well almost dark. There was a single lamp there that was shining in her face. That, and the fact that her hands were tied behind her back.
It was a dream, of course. She knew that but still, it didn’t make it any less real and it was almost erotic having a dream like that. As strong as she was, she could have broken free of any real bonds so it was almost erotic to be restrained, to be kept from moving when she knew she could.
There was a voice there in the room. It was a man’s voice and even though it was coming from in front of her from somewhere in the darkness, even in the diminished light, her super-sight should have allowed her to see the owner of the voice but she couldn’t.
Ah but that was all just part of what this was. This was, after all, a dream.
You love the feel of spandex, the voice said.
What?
You love the feel of spandex, the voice said again. That’s why you wear it. You love the way it feels against your skin.
What, no. And yet ...
You can’t hide in spandex. Spandex shows off everything you’ve got.
Well, there was that, the superhero had to admit.
There’s no hiding in spandex but then you don’t want to hide, do you. You want to show off your perfect body. You want to show off your hips.
Mmm.
You want to show off your ass.
Mmm.
You want to show off your tits.
Mmm.
Is it any wonder that spandex makes your body hot.
No, the superhero told herself. No. That was wrong.
But what was wrong with it? Was it really all that bad if spandex made her hot.
What the hell was wrong with her?
And now she could feel her mind starting to accept what was being said to her.
No, something was wrong, the superhero told herself. No. She shouldn’t be thinking that way. No, she had to fight it.
Fight what, she asked herself. Fight an idea. Fight the thought that spandex made her hot? Fight that?
Yes. Fight that.
Why?
Why indeed. So what if spandex made her hot.
She was back again, patrolling her city only this time, things were different. Things were ... well, she was hot for one thing. Not hot, hot, but sexually hot. She was wearing her spandex uniform and damn it, everything about her uniform made her hot.
There was actually one thing more that made her hot.
She hadn’t realized just when exactly when she’d done it but she knew she must have done it because the crotch was ripped open on every one of her uniforms. It was like ... it was like she wanted to be fucked.
No, it was more than that. It wasn’t like she wanted to be fucked. She did want to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked so fucking bad.
The voice was back again. Criminal cock is better, the voice said.
What? No, she tried to answer back but the thought was already there.
Criminal cock is better, the voice said again.
There was a part of her that wanted to argue but there was a part of her that didn’t want to argue. After all, the voice had been right before. Maybe it was right now.
Criminal cock is better, the voice said again.
What? No. She liked nice guys.
Nice guys finished last, the voice said. That’s why you don’t have a love life to speak of.
No, Ellen tried to tell herself.
You’re just worried and you should be, the voice told her.
Worried about what?
You’re just worried that if you tried it, you’d like it.
If I tried what?
You’re just worried that if you tried a criminal cock, you wouldn’t ever be able to give it up and you’re right to worry. Criminal cock is way better.
I’m not worried, Ellen told the voice but the voice didn’t answer back and Ellen couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Len Johnson held the necklace up and he marveled that the plan had actually worked.
He’d gone into the jewelry shop to case the joint out. He’d worn a false mustache and a hat to try and disguise himself and he’d even made up a story about shopping for a ring for his girlfriend and all the while, he’d been looking the place over.
There were security cameras there, of course, and an alarm system because even in a city where you had a superhero, you still had to have some sort of protection around. He’d almost told himself that he was going to have to give the place a pass when the necklace had been placed on the counter practically right there in front of him.
And still, even as he continued to work with the saleswoman who’d been “helping” him, he kept his eye on the necklace.
The girl who was looking at the necklace was taking her time. Show me this, she’d say. Show me that. From what Len could see, the girl already had enough stuff but her little sugar daddy looked like he could afford to buy her something new.
The necklace was right there. It was almost like no one was paying attention to it. Len knew that wasn’t the case, but it was right there.
He’d just grabbed it and then he’d run. A security guard had tried to stop him but Len just let his momentum carry him right on through the man and then he was out on the street and he was running and now here he was in an alley way admiring his haul when he heard a woman’s voice. “It’s a bit gaudy for you, don’t you think?”
Lady Liberty. Fuck. When had she got there?
“I said it’s a bit gaudy for you, don’t you think?”
He was caught red-handed. What else was there for him to do but hand it over.
“I don’t want that,” Lady Liberty said.
“You don’t?”
The superhero shook her head. “There’s something else I want.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you.”
Len hung his head. “I know,” he grumbled. “You’re going to take me in, aren’t you.”
That was what she should have meant but Lady Liberty knew it wasn’t what she did mean. “You don’t understand,” she said.
“I don’t?”
Stop messing around, Lady Liberty told herself. Heck, even he knew what she was supposed to do so why was she fighting it.
It was because spandex made her hot and yeah, it was because criminal cock made her even hotter.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked.
“You want to ask me something?” the man asked in amazement. “Sure, I guess. What do you want to know?”
“Can I see your cock?”
“You want to see my what?!”
Even he knew she was being stupid, the superhero said, but she’d already come this far and besides, spandex made her so hot. “I want to see your cock.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The superhero shook her head. She’d come this far already and her pussy was so wet. Now, she just had to see it. “I’m not kidding,” she said. “I want to see your cock.”
“Why?”
“I just do,” she said.
Len was trying to figure out what kind of a game that superhero was playing. There had to be a catch. He just knew there had to be a catch but for the life of him, he couldn’t seem to figure out what the catch was. “You’re sure?” he asked again.
The superhero couldn’t help herself. She nodded eagerly. “I’m sure.”
All right, Len told himself. Here goes nothing and with that, he lowered his pants.
“Oh my God!”
“What?”
“It’s so big.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. It’s so hot.” God, she really did like criminal cock.
“I, um, I ... um, okay.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“You’re kidding.”
God, he was so hot and the more he held back, the more she wanted him. There was just something that was so hot about criminal cock.
“You are kidding, aren’t you?”
“I’m not kidding,” the superhero said. “Look,” she said even as she fingered her pussy through the hole in her spandex. “I even made a hole here for the right guy with the right cock.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not kidding. Come on. Fuck me. Fuck me please.”
Len hesitated for just a moment longer and then he knew. Fine, maybe he was being played, but damn it, the superhero was hot and if he was going to get his cock in her pussy, then who the fuck cared if he was being played anyways.
“Yes,” Lady Liberty moaned as the man bent her over. Oh God. She could feel his cock coming up behind her and then she could feel his cock pushing its way inside the hole in her uniform.
The hole wasn’t big enough but that wasn’t going to stop him and Lady Liberty couldn’t help but moan as the man shoved his cock into that hole. Oh fuck, she moaned to herself. Oh fuck. She really did love criminal cock.
Ellen had been late coming back to the office although with the standing her position held, it was unlikely anyone would call her on it.
She’d thought she’d go out on a quick patrol. That was it. It wasn’t good to be too predictable because if you were, the bad guys figured out when you were likely to be out and about and when you weren’t.
So just a quick little spin. That’s all it was supposed to be and then she’d heard the alarms from the jewelry store. It was perfect. She’d swoop in and nab the guy and then after she was done and after everyone knew that she was out during the day, she’d fly off again and everyone would know that Lady Liberty was always on duty.
Except it hadn’t turned out that way.
Almost from the moment she’d seen the jewel thief, she’d known what she wanted. She’d wanted to see his cock.
She’d chased him down and then run him into a back alley and when he knew that he couldn’t escape, he’d turned on him.
She’d knocked away his puny knife. It was ridiculous for him even to try and use that on her.
He’d been reluctant at first and even that had turned her on and the more he held back, the more she wanted him and then finally, he’d done it.
He’d certainly done it all right. Oh sure, he’d taken some coaxing at first when she’d sidled up to him. “What’s this?” she kept asking even as her hand kept stroking the front of his pants. “What’s this?”
And still he’d looked at her more as if he expected her to bash his head in or something.
“What’s this?” she asked again. “What have you got here?”
He was starting to get the picture.
“What’s this?” she asked again.
Mmm yeah. His cock was getting harder.
“What’s this?” she asked again.
“What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing? What’s this?”
“I ... I—”
“You what? You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“Yes?”
“Yes?”
“Um yeah.”
“You can you know. All you have to do is say so.”
“Um okay. I guess ... I mean sure.”
“Sure what?”
“Um, I want to fuck you.”
God, that was hot, the superhero told herself. She was going to get some criminal cock and she just couldn’t wait. “I want you to do it,” she told the man. “I want you to do it so bad,” and with that, she turned and bent over, spreading her cheeks so the man could see the rip in the crotch of her uniform. “Look,” she said. “Look, I’m ready for you.”
Was he going to do it, Ellen wondered. She needed it so bad but was he really going to do it.
But then she’d felt it. First, it was a hand on her ass and then there was the cock being led up to her pussy and then he was pushing his way inside her.
Oh fuck, that was good and after that, that cock just kept coming after her pussy and she couldn’t help but moan as that cock kept fucking her pussy. “That’s it,” she moaned. “That’s it. Fuck me.”
And that was exactly what he did right up to the end. She could still feel the evidence of what he’d done between her legs. Mmm, she liked that. She liked it when criminal cocks used her pussy. She liked it when ciminal cocks came inside her.
“Help me,” the girl cried out. “Help me.”
One of the men chasing her finally caught her and then he shoved her hard up against a wall. “You do that again,” the man hissed and we’re going to have to hurt you real bad.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” the girl pleaded.
“We won’t hurt you,” the man told her as his compatriots surrounded the girl. “We won’t hurt you just as long as you give us what we want.”
“What do you want?”
“Come on. Hot little tease like you? You got to know what we want.”
“No, please,” the girl whimpered.
“I think you mean yes, please, as in yes, I want to please you.”
“Actually,” said a new voice, “I think she said no.”
All five pairs of eyes looked at the newcomer. “Lady Liberty,” said one of the would-be rapists.
Two of the men took off running but in a flash, the superhero had chased them down and brought them kicking and screaming back to the group.
The superhero looked at the woman. “You should go,” she said.
“What?”
“You should go. Get out of here. Run!”
The girl finally got it and she took off running.
“I thought she’d never leave,” the superhero said after the girl was gone.
“You think you can handle the four of us,” said the leader of the gang.
“Funny. I was thinking pretty much the same thing.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been hearing something,” Lady Liberty said. “Something I’ve been dying to try out for myself.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve been hearing that guys who rape girls have small cocks.”
“Yeah,” the leader growled.
“Yeah. That’s why they do what they do. They’re trying to work out their frustrations.”
“Fuck you.”
“I suppose there’s no way to find out for sure if that’s true unless—”
“Unless what?”
“Well there is one way to find out for sure.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Take your cocks out.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Take your cocks out.”
“Why?”
“I knew it. Wimps!”
“What?”
“A woman tells you she wants to see your cock and you won’t even show it to her. What the hell would you call that?”
“I’ll show you mine,” said one of the other men.
“Let’s see it then.”
Everyone seemed to be holding their breaths as the would-be rapist opened his pants and then took out his cock.
Fuck, the superhero thought. Criminal cocks really were the best. It took every ounce of strength just to keep from dropping down and taking that cock in her mouth. “Nice,” she said just a little unsteadily. “Anyone else?”
One by one, the other men removed their cocks from their pants.
Fuck, the superhero thought. There wasn’t any holding back anymore and truthfully, she didn’t want to hold back. In fact, all she really wanted to do was exactly what she was doing, dropping down to her knees and totally worshipping those cocks.
“Fuck,” the leader groaned as Lady Liberty sucked on his cock. “Damn. You really are one hell of a cock sucker.”
Lady Liberty didn’t say anything as she moved her mouth over to one of the other cocks.
“Dang, Man,” said the would-be rapist who was getting his cock sucked. “Dang, I can’t believe it. She’s sucking my cock.”
And then she wasn’t as she chose to take yet another of the men’s cocks in her mouth.
And then her mouth was moving on to yet another of the men’s cocks before she once again applied herself to the leader’s cock.
“Fuck,” the leader groaned as his cock was sucked again. “Fuck. Who knew you had this in you?”
The superhero didn’t say anything. She just kept sucking those cocks.
“You know what’s going to happen if she keeps this up,” said one of the men.
“You read my mind,” the leader said. “Hey,” he said and when that wasn’t enough to get Lady Liberty’s attention, he said it again. “Hey!”
Reluctantly, Lady Liberty pulled her mouth free from the cock she’d been sucking.
“Hey, you up to getting your pussy fucked?”
She knew what the answer was supposed to be but she also knew what the answer really was and it didn’t really matter that those answers weren’t the same. She just nodded enthusiastically. “I’m ready,” she said. “I’m ready to get myself fucked.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” the man said. “Get up on your hands and knees.”
The superhero did as she was directed to do.
“Hey, Boys,” the leader said, “would you look at this. She’s got a rip right here in her uniform where the cock would go. Fuck, I can’t believe it. She’s even more of a slut than she’s been letting on to.”
She couldn’t help but feel bad at the man’s words but she knew they were true. She really was a slut and then she felt him sliding his cock inside her pussy and it didn’t really matter what he called her.
And then one of the other men stuck his cock in her mouth and from that point on, it didn’t really matter what they called her. After all, she really was a slut. No, it was more than that. She was a slut for criminal cock. She loved criminal cock.
That’s when the man in her pussy groaned and in the next instant, the superhero felt it and her pussy tightened up around that cock even as she welcomed the man’s cum inside her.
When the one man was finally done, he pulled out and almost as quickly as he left her pussy, there was another one to take his place and Lady Liberty couldn’t help but welcome the newcomer in even as she was given another cock to suck.
She was being passed around between the four men and she was being used and she couldn’t help but love the fact that this was happening to her.
Finally, the men left her lying there in the alley, a mixture of their cum oozing out of her well fucked hole and it wasn’t just her pussy that had taken a load of cum. There was some in her mouth and on her face and in her hair.
She staggered to her feet. Even with her superhuman strength, she knew what she had to look like. She knew she had to look like a mess.
But it was worth it. It was worth it to be fucked like that.
The next day, Ellen’s secretary informed her that Douglas Cuverdale wanted to talk with her again.
Ellen shook her head. “He just doesn’t get it, does he?”
“It doesn’t appear that he does. Should I tell him no?”
Ellen shook her head. Even if there wasn’t any point to it and even if his money had come from illicit activities, Douglas Cuverdale was still a powerful person in the community and she couldn’t very well be brushing him off. “Give him a slot,” she told her secretary. “Just don’t give him a really good one.”
“I understand.”
And that was how Douglas Cuverdale once more came to be seated in Ellen’s office.
“Mr. Cuverdale, how nice to see you again,” Ellen lied.
“Is it really now?”
Ellen’s eyes narrowed. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she said.
“I have the feeling that my project is meeting with a certain level of, hmm, how should I say it, let’s say resistance, and I can’t help but wonder why.”
“It doesn’t really adhere to the city plans,” Ellen said.
The man just waved that away. “Plans can be changed and you have to admit that I’m not planning on building something cheap or shoddy. My plans are for something spectacular.”
No, Ellen had to agree. It might have been the only thing she could agree with but the plans for the hotel could never be called shoddy.
“So I can’t help but wonder if the resistance I’ve been receiving has something to do with me.”
Finally!
“I know I have a bit of an unsavory reputation but let me assure you. I’m just a businessman.”
Unsavory hardly began to cover what his reputation was but then another thought popped into Ellen’s mind. Criminal cock is better, her mind said.
What? No. She couldn’t be thinking that but the thought was there nonetheless.
“I’m just a businessman,” the man was saying again.
“Are you?” Ellen asked.
“Yes.”
“Pity.”
“Pity?”
What was she doing, Ellen asked herself and yet she knew she couldn’t stop herself from what she was about to say next. “I kind of like men with a sullied past.”
“You do?”
Ellen nodded. “And a sullied present, too, for that matter.”
The man just looked at her and then he chuckled. “I think I know something about you,” he said.
“Something about me?”
“You’re Lady Liberty, aren’t you?”
Ellen shook her head but she couldn’t help but wonder how he’d guessed her true identity.
“It’s okay,” the man said. “You can tell me and if you do, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Give me what I want?”
“You do want my cock, don’t you?”
The answer was no, Ellen tried to tell herself. The answer was no, and yet ...
“You do want it, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” Ellen stammered.
“And you are Lady Liberty.”
Again, Ellen stayed silent.
“I won’t fuck you unless you admit it but perhaps you need to see it first.”
What was he doing, Ellen asked herself. Oh my God. Oh my God. He was taking his cock out right there in her office and oh my God, he looked so good.
“You do want this, don’t you?”
Ellen couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock. “Y-yes,” she stammered.
“And you are Lady Liberty,” the man said. “Tell the truth now.”
“Yes.”
“There now. That wasn’t so hard, was it. Why don’t you come over here and suck my cock.”
Ellen couldn’t wait to get around the desk and then she was kneeling between the man’s legs and she was taking his cock into her mouth.
“Would you like to know what happened to you?”
The question barely registered with Ellen as she sucked on the man’s cock and really, it didn’t matter because Douglas Cuverdale was going to tell her anyway.
“You’d just broken up an extortion ring of mine. I’d put a lot of time and effort into creating that and I was pissed. More than that, I was a little bit vulnerable. I don’t normally get my hands as dirty as much as I once did, but this was my operation and I was exposed so as you might imagine, I was pissed.”
Ellen was hardly paying any attention to what the crime boss was saying.
“So anyways, just about this time, one of my boys bring this guy to me. The guy was a bit of a twerp but he said he could bring Lady Liberty down. A lot of boys say shit like that but none of them are ever right so as you might imagine, I was a bit dubious but as pissed off as I was at you, I let him go on.”
Ellen just kept sucking.
“Half the stuff he said, I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. Something about lasers and subliminals and shit like that ... oh fuck, that’s good. He, um, he said we needed to lure you in but first we needed to track your patrol patterns.”
He was getting ready to cum. Ellen knew it.
“I’ll admit it. He had my attention with that. Most guys think they can just overwhelm you with enough force. The others think they can set some sort of trap. If his plan had been any of those, I would have tossed him out on his butt but it wasn’t that. He said we needed to set up a tape recorder with something that was so irresistible that you wouldn’t be able to resist it. Then turn it on and turn it off until we figured out your patterns. He said he had a computer program that could do that. I said fine, whatever.
“After he had what he wanted, he positioned lasers on the rooftops. He said they wouldn’t harm you. He said you probably wouldn’t even notice them but he said they weren’t there. He said they were there to implant a message and that was all. Tell me, how do you feel about criminal cock?”
Ellen finally pulled her mouth off of the man’s cock. “What?”
“I asked you what you felt about criminal cock.”
“I love it,” Ellen gushed before she could stop herself.
Douglas Cuverdale just chuckled. “That’s what he said you’d say. You can stop sucking my cock now.”
Ellen didn’t really want to suck his cock but she did what she was told to do.
“Stand up.”
Again, Ellen did just what she was told to do.
“Pull up your skirt,” the man told her.
Again, Ellen complied.
“Turn around and bend over your desk.”
Ellen turned around and she bent over her desk.
She could feel the man’s hands as they peeled her panties off of her butt and then she could feel him coming up behind her and sliding his big, fat cock between her thighs. Damn, that felt good. Damn, she really did need criminal cock.
“Your services as a protector of this city are no longer needed,” the man said even as his cock entered her pussy. “You’ve given enough to them already. It’s time you took care of your own needs.”
My own needs, Ellen thought.
“You’re free now. You’re free to do what you want.”
She was free.
“The only time you should be pursuing a criminal is because you want to get his cock in your pussy.”
The only time she should pursue a criminal is because she needed his cock.
“And now, it’s time to give you what you need.”
“Please,” Ellen pleaded. “Give me what I need.”
“Okay, Bitch. Here it comes.”
Ellen couldn’t help but gasp as she felt the crime boss cum in her cunt and it just felt so good and at that moment she knew, she was going to have to do this again and again and again.