Short story, written from character’s point of view. Do not read, if you’re not in proper age. Power Girl belongs to DC comics.

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Power Girl diaries: Rapeplay

Dear diary. It was yesterday, late at night. I just finished my patrol and returning home to have some sleep before new day. I hadn’t much work, only few hooligans and one shop robber, not a big deal for a Power Girl. City was surprisingly peaceful last days, probably because all the evil doers heard that Wonder Woman returned and they quickly hide as deep as they could. I wanted to see Diana too; it was long time since we meet each other last time. Where was she during all these years? What happened?

I was so lost in my thoughts so I didn’t notice that someone is following me. Suddenly, black gloved hands grabbed me and pulled me violently into a back street. I was so surprised that I didn’t even defend myself. It was hilarious. Superheroine being attacked by the simple thug? I smiled. He’s going to be really surprised when he’ll see my costume and find that he is dealing with Power Girl.

"Do not even try to say a word" – he whispered to my ear, as he pulled my hands behind my back. I could feel he used a duct tape to bind them. Really, I could break such pathetic bonds in every minute. I could… but I did not. Somehow I found this play funny. I decided I’ll let him do what he wants for a few more minutes and then… His face will be my prize.

“Ughmmm” – I moaned softly when he used second portion of the duct tape to gag my mouth. It wasn’t pleasant at all. Then he began to push me deeper. Soon we were in the dark corner of the street. Damn, there were no lights, but I could feel stink of garbage. Dear diary, it smelled terribly. Seems that my idea of making him a surprise with flashing my costume in the light wasn’t gonna be effecive. Well I just had then…

“Ugghmmmm!” – I cried as he pushed me into the pile of trash and cupped my breast, massaging them through the material of my costume. Damn, it was good. I could feel my cheeks burning red. Hell, I hadn’t sex from a long time and single touch was enough to arouse me. All right girl, let him play for a second or two and then kick the shit out of him.

“Yes, whore, I know you like it” – he hissed, while fondling my boobies through the white, spandex costume. I could feel my nipples were getting hard. Without a word, he tore my costume, revealing my tits to the darkness of the night. Cool chill touched them, making my nipples hard as rocks.

“What a tits!” – He cried, playing with them, twisting and turning my nipples and mashing my breasts. I moaned to the duct tape as my breasts were heaving thanks to his work. Damn, he was expert, without any doubts. Dear diary, no one ever was playing with my boobies in such way. It was brutal, yes, but also arousing.

“You like that? Wearing sluttish outfit and walking down the streets, you were asking for it, weren’t you?” – He asked, then without waiting for an answer, lowered himself and started to suck my right nipple.

I murmured into tape gag, my bare boobs heaving while he massaged them. Damn, I couldn’t resist him while he was slurping on my breasts. His tongue was running around my nipples, leaving streaks of saliva on my boobies. Chill of the night and circumstances were strange erotic and arousing. I knew I should kick him away of me, but I didn’t. Instead, I let him lick my breasts for next minutes. After all, I was in control; I could break the bonds and beat him anytime. Yes, dear diary, I thought so.

Then I felt that he is working on my belt. He unbelted it and thrown on the garbage pile, then just rip down of my thong and reached to my pants, ripping them off. I groaned as he fingered my womanhood. Shit, he went too far. But in the same moment I wanted to push him, he touched my clit. Electric thrill went down my body. I couldn’t stop long, muffled moan.

“I can feel you’re horny, wanton! You dressed like that Power Slut to be raped, right? Is it arousing?” – That bloody bastard thought I was just a horny bimbo who was wearing my outfit to get his attention? Shit, he deserved solid ass kicking. But I couldn’t do this, his finger inside me were making me feel so good. Yes, he was right, I was getting horny. Hell, it was stupid. Superheroine letting herself being raped in the dark street. Diana would roll on the floor laughing. My pussy was getting wet just from thinking about it. Diana… what would she do in such situation?

He pushed his finger inside me, making my knees quake as he was masturbating me furiously. My juices were leaking down. Damn, I wanted to moan louder, my mouth was gagged and my hands were bound. He finger was moving faster and faster, driving my straight into the climax.

“Mghmmmm!!!! Ghmmmm!” – I moaned to the gag as the orgasm rocked my body. Waves of pleasure washed my mind. Oh, dear diary, I felt so weak. I knew it was a high time to finish that play and teach this jerk a lesson, but I need a time to rest a little after such mindblowing climax.

Sadly, my dear diary, rapist didn’t give me a time. He turned me against the wall. I heard sound of his zipper and felt hit long, hot rod touching my ass.

“Nghmm!” – I protested, knowing that things are going out of control, by he didn’t care about my muffled moans and guided his dick straight into my pussy. His sausage parted my inner lips. He grabbed my elbows while humping me against the brick wall. I was moaning and protesting, but my wordless groans were probably arousing him even more. Climax robbed me from strength, probably for a few minutes, but he didn’t need any more. My bare body was bouncing as he was pounding my pussy with his cock. Dear diary, he was so big. Then I felt something’s poking the entrance of my ass. His finger! I was just wondering why he released my elbow, when he started to probe my asshole. He sunk his face in my hair, inhaling my smell.

I couldn’t resist! I know it sounds unbelievable, but when he started to rim my ass with his finger, I lost completely. Shit, I was letting him do what he wanted, sobbing and grunting under his thrusts. He pushed his finger deeper into my sphincter. Shiver run down my spine. I couldn’t believe that ass fucking, even with only finger, might feel that good. Dear diary, it was so humiliating. Even now, my cheeks are getting red.

I shuddered with both of her holes plugged by that man. I was rocking hard on my heels until that damn jerk brought me straight to the another climax. I came hard, like never before, only duct tape on my lips prevented me from loud scream. My pussy clenched around his dick. My juices soaked his pole while his hot seed filled my pussy. Shit, it was so good. I didn’t think was it possible to be impregnated by a human. It wasn’t important for me than. Was I that perverted?

He came like a river, shooting his hot spunk inside me. When his balls were finally empty, he withdrawn of my pussy, letting his semen mixed with my juices drip down my legs. Then he used my cape to clean his cock, leaving white stains on the red material. I went on my knees, breathing hard. Holly shit, I was raped!! More, I let him rape me! What was worst, I liked it. So was it a rape? I wasn’t sure, I was too confused. My outfit was in pieces and semen was dripping of my womanhood.

He ripped the duct from my mouth. His long pole was now pointed into my face. I knew what he wanted. I could tear his cock with one, single grab, crush his balls with my fist and break his tooth. I could break all his bones, his arms and legs. I could even kill him. But instead, I opened my mouth and accepted his boner inside. I wrapped my wet lips around his cock, sucking red head of his hot prick.

“Yes, slut, lick it clean” – he murmured, caressing my head. I slurped up and down man's prick, teasing him with my tongue, and then covering every single inch of the man’s prick with my saliva.

“Lick my balls, you bitch” – he ordered. I lapped his scrotum. Caressing his balls with my tongue, I took one of his hairy balls between my lips. He moaned as I sucked on the testicle, before I released the ball to slurp hungrily on the second one. Soon both balls were shining with my saliva. Were I acting like a bitch in the heat? Probably. But lust was driving me mad, dear diary, forcing me to obey all his commands. He didn’t know that one of the strongest heroines ever was licking his balls. Wonder what would he do, knowing this. Run away? Or rather continue?

I took his cock into my hungry mouth again, sucking harder upon the rapist erection. I deep throated him, gobbling his cock all the way down my throat until I was almost gagging on the length of that magnificent pole. I felt like doing something disgraceful, but from the other side, I liked it. I had no doubts that he liked it too. His grunts were louder and faster.

“Swallow… it all!” – He cried as he exploded inside my mouth, ejaculating uncontrollably as I gulped every single drop of his hot spunk. After he was spent, I cleaned his long shaft with tongue, lapping the beads of cum from his urethra. I didn’t miss any of them. All went inside my belly. I fell against the pile of trash with a salty taste inside my mouth and feel of being full as he zipped his trousers.

“You’re natural born whore” – he said – “You only need a bit practice, but we’ll solve that. Come here tomorrow. Is it clean for this tiny, bitchy mind of yours?” I nodded.

“That’s a good slut. Tomorrow “– he added as he was leaving – “I’ll come with my friends, ha ha ha!”.

Shiver run down my spine as he said these words. But I knew that, no matter what’s going to happened, I’ll be here tomorrow. And not only tomorrow. I licked my red lips thinking about it. And maybe one night… I’ll take Diana with me?