You manage to wriggle free
From Create Your Own Story
Status: Freed Former Fucktoy
It takes you quite a bit of them to wiggle your bindings loose enough to break out of. Nobody else is around. These thugs were stupid enough not to leave someone on guard duty. A bit of jiggling and your bindings start to fall apart. You slide out of the faulty contraption they stuck you in, but the sound of you ripping out of it makes a loud crashing noise. You hear some shouting and arguing and immediately jog towards the window. Even though your legs feel like jelly and haven't been used in quite some time, you find yourself running faster than you ever have before. A crowd of goons bursts into the room to try to catch you, but by the time they start pawing at the soles of your feet you're already too far gone for them to get a grip.
Bolting from the window, you see your motorcycle parked on the curb outside, keys still in the ignition. It seems one of the dirty idiots who caught you thought it'd make a pretty sweet ride. You hop on it, slam the gas and go roaring out of there as the crooks pour out of the building, screaming and shaking their fists. You look back, expecting to see some kind of car chasing after you like in the movies, but there's nothing there. Five miles later, it becomes pretty clear it's over.
You head home, a night of humiliation and pain behind you, still sticky and dripping with cum, with some of that white stuff dripping out of your holes as you waltz into your bedroom and plop face-first into your nice, warm bed. You take a deep breath, and can finally relax. In retrospect, you realize this is way superhero antics are mostly confined to comic books. You drift off into an exhausted sleep, just barely shaking off the nervous feeling that someone could burst through your door and take you back to that dank place you crawled out of.
By morning, you find yourself exactly where you were, safe and sound. In all the commotion, you realize you never cleaned off all the jizz you got showered in, and decide to take a nice hot bath. After you put on your robe, you head downstairs for some breakfast. You turn on on the news and see the same building you escaped from, and all the men from last night are being hauled off into a bonafide paddy wagon. You smile smugly as you bite into your toast, knowing those crooks got their just desserts. Then, you see your picture on the television. A snapshot of yourself from last night, in the skimpy superhero suit and mask. Your body is bent in a very embarrassing pose that leaves nothing to the imagination.
"Police are looking for the unknown masked assailant, believed to be a cohort of the gang and a prostitute. Witnesses say she was using her feminine wiles and tiny bikini to raise money for the gang, Officers advise any pedestrians to tackle and subdue this perp and force her to submit to the long, hard force of the law!"
You blush bright red and let out a massive groan. Seems heroism isn't all it's cut out to be.
The End.
