Warning:  This is a tongue-in-cheek fantasy story intended for adults only.  Mature language, violence and sex are all present.  No offence to anyone is intended.  Sexual crimes against women are not acceptable and are written as fantasy only.
The characters Duster and Red Devil and inspiration for the story created by Vladi (The Wizard).  Thanks!
 
 

"It's tight!  And it keeps riding up."
"Never mind that, you'll get used to it."
The red head looked at herself in the full length mirror, the green and yellow bodysuit did look good, but it wasn't going to stretch anyone's imagination when they saw it.  Except maybe tennage boys contemplating that they could ride up where this costume was going.
"Can't I wear tights?  Cold weather is coming."
"So will fanboys everywhere when they see you.  Tights aren't allowed until you've been a heroine for at least 3 years.  Besides, The Process just gave you great hair, muscle tone and skin.  Why would you want to hide it?" said the dark haired woman.
"hmmm...where should I put this?" she held up a badge, "On a belt?".
"No girl!  You want to stick it right on your chest - give everyone an excuse to stare!  It's an ugly symbol.  What's your code name again?".
"Duster" said Duster as she fixed the symbol to her costume above her breasts.  "You've got your badge on your belt, Red Demon."
"That's Red Devil, and I'm allowed to not have it on my tits because I'm showing a heap of cleavage, let's get you some boots."
Duster looked around at the cavern sized room that was the Liberty Group's wardrobe.  There were rows upon rows of skimpy spandex in garishly bright colours, masks, accessories...and boots.  This was her seventh choice of costume, the first six combinations had been refused by the wardrobe computer because they were too similar to other heroines.  Thank God she hadn't had to choose a code name herself...

Red Devil returned with a pair.  She was wearing a pair of red calf-high stilettoes.  They matched her dark red and gold costume.  And went well with the cleavage.
"Um, aren't these a bit slutty?" said Duster.
"What?  Green?  They match your outfit." said Red Devil.
"No, I mean thigh-high boots with 4 inch stilettoes!".
"Look you have to have stilletoes and they're not allowed to be less than 3 inches, unless you've got superspeed or a note from your doctor.  And trust me, you'll want thigh-highs, a lot of super villains have this thing for making heroines kneel..."
"Allowed?  What are all these rules?" said Duster.
"I see you haven't been given a guide book yet." smirked Red Devil.
"No, I haven't." said Duster as she zipped up the boots, slipped on a pair of tinted visors and looked in the mirror again.
"You're right, this symbol is ugly.  Could have been worse I guess..."
"Yeah, they could have made you wear a stupid looking bat."
"Or a fucking cape."
"I knew this one chick, she wore a god-awful full body black latex thing with ears and a tail." said Red Devil.
"Now that's slutty."
 

Duster followed Red Devil through the halls of Liberty Group's HQ.  She was flicking through The SuperHeroine's Induction Guide Book (Everything the heroic girl needs to know that isn't in the comics!).  Red Devil was right about all the costume regulations - strippers didn't have it this tough.  She tried to forget the bit about mandatory appearances in swimsuit specials and skipped the chapter on masks and secret identities.
She suddenly stopped in her tracks "What?  Ohmigod!".
"What's wrong?" said Red Devil walking back to her.
"It's a rule!  It's a fucking rule!"  Duster read out loud "...if you should be captured and restrained you must say 'You won't get away with this' at least once".
Red Devil sniggered.  "Yeah, and wait to you get to the part about ripped costumes.  You're not allowed to use any other clothes to cover yourself up if your costume is torn - you have to go get a replacement costume.  But if you're in public, in a fight or whatever, you can't let your nipples or any pubic hair show.  It's crazy, you spend half the time rearranging yourself instead of fighting back."
"Well that shouldn't be too much of a problem, I had to shave all my pubes to get into this second-skin outfit." said Duster.
"I wax, itches less."
"I haven't had a wax job since Julie left The Beauty Spot on High Street.  I don't know where she went and the way her replacement does it hurts like hell!"
"I'll put you onto my girl, Sophie.  She does great fake nails too, you break them all the time in this business.  Here we are."
A well built hero in a red, blue and gold costume was walking the other way, he stared for a second and muttered a greeting as he walked past them.  Red Devil opened the door to a small clean room with a computer server.

Red Devil uploaded the digital picture she had just taken of Duster and attached it to a template document.
"I'll just fill in the basics for you, a bit of mystery is good, especially for the first few issues - what are your powers?"
"Huh, issues?  Um, oh I can make sort of wind funnel things and blast things with them.  I can fly but I need more practice."
Duster watched as Red Devil typed her powers into the database.  It reminded her of the profiles on the back of the centrefolds in Playboy (not that she ever read that sort of magazine).
"You use your hands?" said Red Devil.
"What?"
"For your powers?  You direct them with your hands?"
"Of course, how else would I do it?" said Duster.
"Well, for all I know these 'wind funnels' might come out of your arse" said Red Devil.
"Ha.  Ha."
Red Devil typed Mortal, and Unable to direct wind powers when hands are bound, under the section headed 'Weaknesses'.
Red Devil saved the file and they walked back out into the corridor.
"So what are your powers?" said Duster.
"Nothing special, psychokinesis.  Like telekinesis except less fine control and more force.  It has a red aura - hence the name.  I use my hands to focus my powers too."
"So a red aura has never come out of your arse?" smirked Duster.
"Well, there was this one time when I had the nachos from the cafeteria...I'm hungry, you hungry?"

They sat in the HQ cafeteria, it was empty except for a waitress cleaning tables and an overweight cook with long sideburns and sunglasses behind the counter.
Duster looked at the plate she had been given with despair.  Her meals were all allocated for her and the other heroes.  It was supposed to give all their nutritional needs but she suspected it was to keep them skinny.
She ate one of the three grapes on her plate.  Red Devil gulped down a mouthful of spirulina "If you'll swallow this you'll swallow anything!" she said as the look of distaste left her face.
Duster poked at the vegetarian sausage in front of her and formulated a new suspicion about her diet.  If they kept the heroines half crazed and light headed from starvation perhaps they were more vicious in battle.  Right now she would happilly rip the jugular from a villain for a Snickers bar.
Her thoughts were distracted as two large figures entered the room, heroes.  The cook went out back to the kitchen humming Viva Las Vegas.
"Hello Captain Vigour" she said to the bigger of the two "Whizz" she added in a tone that turned the face of the other one red.
"You're looking pretty hot Red, as usual." said Captain Vigour as he sat down right next to Red Devil and played with her black hair.
"Who's your friend?" said Whizz standing behind Duster.
"Captain Valour, Whizz, this is Duster, she's new." said Red Devil.
"Nice costume." said Whizz leaning close to Duster's ear "I like the way it rides up, can I join it?".
"That's disgusting." said Duster as she moved away, instantly Whizz grabbed her arm and pulled her back.  Red Devil stayed where she was, Vigour was holding her down and there was no competing with those muscles.
"Let us go!  You can't do this!" yelled Duster.
"Very good, I can see you've been reading your guide book.  Let's take Red first!" said Valour.
Whizz was gone in a second, and in another second he was back.  Before Duster could react he had her up and used his super speed to wrap some kind of harness around her.  When he slowed there were cuffs and chains wrapped around her neck, torso and breasts, her arms were manacled behind her.  She pulled at the bonds but they were tight and tough.  He slowed down to savour passing a metal cable between her legs and attaching it to the belt part of the restraint.  Whizz then adjusted it to pull it very tight, enjoying the gasp Duster let out as it pulled into her crotch.  Her thin costume didn't stop the feeling of the cold cable as it pressed hard against her clit.
"This should get you nice and juicy for us when we've finished with Red!" said Whizz as he switched a small control on the gadget.
"Argh!" yelped Duster as the device sent a charge through the bonds and chains around her breasts and sex.  She stepped back and put her legs wide for balance as another shock pulsed through her "Ungh!".  She grunted as several more pulses went through her, leaving tingling sensations after the pain.  Then there was a continuous pulse, less pain this time but the sensation was over whelming.  Her nipples went hard and Whizz smiled as she sank to her knees with a long, deep moan.  She began to gyrate her hips, the pulsing cable rubbing against her clit.
"Oh... you bastard!" Duster said to Whizz between moans.  She hoped he couldn't see the wet patch forming around her crotch.  Whizz turned to check on red Devil and Captain Valour.
Valour had grabbed her costume around her chest with both hands and ripped it apart right down her body, exposing her tits and bare pussy.  Then grabbing her by the hair he pulled her over to a table and pulled her up so her back was against it.
Red Devil's legs were parted as Valour pushed his own leg between them and Whizz quickly tied her boots to the table legs, leaving her legs so wide that her ass was just level with the top of the table.
Valour pushed against her shoulders so she was arched back over the table and she had to use her elbows to prop her up.  She let out a grunt as she was forced to bend backwards then a gasp as he began rubbing the bulging crotch of his trousers against her mound, his hands all over her breasts.
"How dare you!" she muttered.  "Bastards!" she added inbetween  grunts as she struggled in her uncomfortable position "...mmmmmm..." her nipples hardened as Valour continued to grope.
With a glint in his eye he suddenly stopped and unzipped himself, his dick was big and hard.  Red Devil tried to get up to see but he plowed into her without warning and pushed her back again.
"Argh!" she cried out from the first penetration.
Captain Valour began pounding into her, Red Devil gasped aloud at each thrust.  Duster watched as Red Devil threw her head back.  Duster felt a loss of control as the harness brought her to orgasm, she fell forward at the waist.  She was now on her knees with her legs spread and her head on the floor, her hips up in the air.  " Nnnyyyyaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh" she tried to stifle her cry from the wracking orgasm as the gadget started to bring her to her next climax.
Red Devil and Captain Valour were now both grunting as he increased the power and speed of his thrusts, she began to jerk her body.  She thrust her hips back against his as she threw her head back, her own orgasm ripping through her.
"oh...Oh...OH!  mmmmmmmyyyyessss!!  YES!!!  Make me your slut!" she called out as Valour pumped his load inside her.
After a few moments Captain Valour withdrew from inside her and stepped back.  Red Devil pulled herself up, panting and covered in sweat.  After getting her breath back she bent over and started to untie herself from the table legs.  She saw the mixture of his cum and her jiuce that was dribbling down her inner thigh.
"Good, now can we fuck the new pussy?  I want to go first!" said Whizz.  Captain Valour licked his lips as he looked at Duster's quivering body.
"No!" said Red Devil, looking up as she untied her other leg.  "Leave her alone, it's her first day!" she threw the rope away and moved in between the heroes and the helpless heroine.  "Besides...you haven't finished me off yet." she purred while looking at Valour.
"Fair enough!" said Whizz.  He grabbed Red Devil and bent her forwards over the back of a chair.  She struggled to get back upright but he had a firm grip and rammed himself into her.
"Argh!  Get out of my arsehole you...you...Arsehole!" Red Devil was struggling to get free but her protests just excited him more.
She grunted and gasped as she had her head pulled up by her hair.  Captain Valour was in front of her, his cock was erect again.  A hard thrust from behind made her gasp and Valour took the opportunity to place his member in her mouth.
"Mmmmmppppphhh!!!" Red Devil did her best to suck and move her lips up and down his shaft.
Whizz moved fast, sliding in and out of her ass.  Valour let Red Devil know with a grunt and a firm hand holding her head that he was ready to come again.
Red Devil's eyes went wide as the first spurt of the load hit the back of her throat, she gagged as she tried to swallow each spurt.  Then Whizz thrust as hard as he could and began to cum, shooting his own seed into her bowels.
The shock made Red Devil pull back sharply with a yelp.  Valour's cock left her mouth but her kept head in place and the rest of his load spurted onto her face.
Witha a sigh the two men let go of Red Devil and zipped themselves up.  She sank to the floor in a naked heap, cum on her cheeks and chin as well as her inner thighs and butt.  Whizz walked over to Duster and removed the harness, noting with approval the drool on her lips.  She let her knees slide apart until her hips were on the floor, the toll of multiple climaxes leaving her too exhausted to get up.
Captain Valour was already out the door.  Whizz leaned over Red Devil on the way out and smiggered "Nice having you, Red.  We'll have your friend next time."
"You have the stupidest code-name ever, Whizz."  said Red Devil, a smile on her face as she licked cum off her lips.
"You ...bitch!" he said, face turning red again as he stormed out of the room.
"Are you all right" said Red Devil as Duster slowly crawled on her hands and knees towards her.  The crotch of Duster's costume was soaked by her juices and it was sliding down her legs into her boots.
"I'm okay, never came so hard before, except maybe for the other six orgasms I just had.  Why didn't you use your powers to fight them off?"
Red devil chuckled "Why?  They're not bad, although Whizz is a creep and has a thing for rear entry.  I think he's a bit gay.  Probably comes from when he was the side kick of some vigilante as a boy.  I think his code name was Sparrow or something  back then.  There were a lot of rumours about those two, his costume was the most effem-"
"No!  I mean they just raped you!  Shouldn't we report this?" wailed Duster.
"Look think about it, The Process gives us these powers by messing with our hormones, the guys have a whole heap of testosterone running about their systems.  They have very high sex drives and their under public scrutiny so they don't get the normal outlets, besides they might break a normal woman.  And here we are right in front of them wearing next to nothing!  It's to be expected that they'll jump us every chance they get.  Besides you must feel your own hormones going crazy about now, you probably wouldn't have orgasmed otherwise.  In a few days you'll thank them for reaming you and might beg for more!"
"Oh...I hadn't thought about that..." Duster was lost in thought.
"It's not like you get a chance at a normal relationship anyway when you're a heroine." said Red Devil.  She got up and wiped the jizz off her face with a napkin.  She gathered up some of her costume and covered herself as best she could, holding it in place with one hand.  Duster got up to join her as they left.
"Besides you should get used to the fact that rape is an occupational hazard for us.  You never see it in the comics but I think most of today's villains grew up doing nothing but writing stories about debasing superheroines and posting them on the Internet.  It's sick really, but I guess the best thing is to try and enjoy it as much as you can and destroy any video footage.  Let's get a shower."
"Okay.  I can't believe you swallowed when you blew him, Red Devil."
"I told you, if you'll swallow spirulina, you'll swallow anything."

The cook returned from the kitchen, finishing off the remains of a fried penaut butter and bacon sandwich.
"What happened here?" he said to the waitress.
"Oh the heroes fucked the super slut again.  Those horny bitches have so much energy, I think we should make their meals smaller again, maybe that'll stop em."
The cook nodded his head as he reached for a bowl of banana pudding.
"I'll tidy up and wipe the cum off the tables." said the waitress.
"Thank you, Katrina, thank you very much.........  Love me tender, love me true...hmmm-hmmmm-mmmm"
 

The heroines finished their showers and dressed in their spare costumes.  It was quite late and HQ was deserted, they would have left too but the incident in the cafeteria had delayed them and they still had to write their logs before they could go.
They walked through the empty corridors, heels clicking.
As they walked past an unlit room a shadow moved and a gas grenade let a cloud of smoke go up around them.  The heroines eyes watered and they couldn't see through the thick gas to find their way.  Red Devil and Duster coughed and hacked and collided with each other.  Red Devil sank to her knees and then the floor as she passed out, Duster didn't have the strength to lift her friend but she raised her hands and gritting her teeth created a wind blast to disperse the gas.  She breathed deep in the fresh air and her head began to clear, Red Devil didn't stir.
Duster leaned against a wall, still breathing deep and a hand clamped itself over her mouth and nose.  There was a cloth in the hand and she couldn't help but inhale the chloroform.  The arm was immovable and there was another arm wrapped around her waist like an iron bar.
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppppphhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
She pryed at the hand over her mouth with one hand and made a wind blast with her other.  She didn't aim well and the blast merely caused a small dent in the steel wall.
Duster grunted and wriggled but her struggles were fading.  All her movements seemed to do was excite her assailant as she felt his member pressed against her rear.  Her last thought as she passed out was that his dick was getting bigger and harder.

Duster awoke to find herself on a steel table, it felt cold against her bare upper thighs.  Her arms and legs were pulled wide and cuffed to the corners of the table.  She was uncomfortable and feeling very exposed, but she resolved to not show any sign of pain as she turned her head and got her first good look of her captor.  He was well built, tall and dressed all in black with a black hood over his face.
He was attending to Red Devil who was already awake, she was also spread eagled but upright and manacled to a frame.  Her costume had been torn again, exposing her stomach.  Scraps of it remained on her chest, it heaved as she breathed deeeply.
Her head was sagging, the man pulled it up by her hair, Duster could see that she had a ballgag in her mouth.
"mmmmmmmm" Red Devil glared at the man.
A swift backhand across her face took the defiance from her stare "Mmmunf!".  It was followed up by a blow to her stomach "Mmph!!".  She was totally unable to protect herself.  Her head sagged again and there was no resistance as he slid his hand down between her legs and started to rub her through her costume, her hips moving slowly in response.
"No!"  yelled Duster "I demand you stop doing that!".
The dark figure did stop and moved over to the table Duster was at.  She tugged at her bonds, muscles in her arms and legs complaining from being stretched so far.
The figure laid a gloved hand on her boot and slowly slid it up her leg.  Duster inhaled sharply when it reached the top of the boot and began to move along her bare inner thigh.  She shut her eyes so as not to see him.  The other hand joined on her other thigh and they both moved towards her pussy.  She stifled a cry as he began to to grope and rub her intimate region.  She struggled again as fingers slipped under her French cut costume and slid along underneath it.  Duster struggled again bucking her hips as much as she could but she couldn't stall her captor as he moved her costume to the side to expose her shaved cunt.
"No!  How dare you!  You can't do this to me!  I demand you let us go you foul criminal!"
To Duster's surprise he did stop, leaving her exposed as he walked away out of her vision in the dark room.  Shocked, she fell silent.  The situation was scary but a little exciting, she could feel her juices begin to flow.
He returned quickly and had with him another ballgag.  He walked over to the top of the table and moved to apply it.
"You won't get away with this!!"
He paused and spoke for the first time.
"What?  Gagging you?"
"Um, no.  I can't stop you from doing that...there's just a rule, I have to say that and, y'know, I didn't think I would get chance after that is on."
"Oh, okay."
"I guess it means you won't get away with it in general, but obviously I can't stop you violating me in specific ways - mmmph!"
The gag was shoved into Duster's mouth and he raised her head to buckle it.
With a smooth movement he leapt up on the table sitting astride her.  Duster's protests were sucessfully muffled by the gag as he ripped her costume open at her chest and her tits fell free from their tight imprisonment.
"Right, listen up bitch.  I am your master and you are going to agree to be my servant, understand?"
She shook her head.
"What you don't understand?"
Sighing, Duster nodded her head slowly while she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, you do understand...you mean you won't be my servant?"
"Mmph mmph" Duster nodded her head in agreement.
"Okay, ah.  In that case I'm going to fuck you to teach you a lesson, then maybe you will be more agreeing to my demands!"
He paused..."Of course if you had agreed to servitude the first thing I would do is fuck you anyway so don't feel too bad about that choice."
Duster stopped struggling to think about what he said until she heard his zipper.  She struggled to raise her head enough to see as he moved into position.  She got a glimpse of his throbbing erection and held her cunt muscles tight.
It didn't slow him for a second as he entered her unprotected sex.
"Grmmmmppphhhh" her grunt joined his gasp of pleasure.
"You're very wet, slut!" he crowed.
He began to slide in and out of her, Duster winced from the discomfort.  Remembering what Red Devil told her she moved her hips as much as she could in time with him to try and ease the pain.
"Yeeeesss!  That's it!  You tight little whore - I knew you liked being taken!"
Duster shut her eyes and turned away, feeling totally humiliated.  Her visor fell from her face.
His hands grabbed at her breasts and kneaded them.  He thrusted harder.  Duster continued to grunt through her gag, her eyes opened and she saw Red Devil looking her way, fear in her eyes.  Had Red Devil already been broken by their captor?
The man stopped groping her tits and he grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he thrusted harder nearing his climax.  A hand reached up and quickly unbuckled her gag.
"Mmph! mmgggrrrrroh...please don't cum inside me... oooohhhh!! ah! oh, AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Duster's climax hit as he pumped his seed into her with a yell of triumph.
He withdrew from her wet pussy and moved up the table.  Her chest heaved as she gasped.  He sat astride her bare chest.
He gripped her sweat soaked hair and pulled her unresisting head up.  He held his dick in his hand, it was still large but not erect.  He wiped it clean on her cheeks.
"...unh...no..." she uttered.
"Now let's talk again bitch.  I'm going to be ready again in a few minutes.  Either you can willingly blow me or I'll rape your friend."  He looked at Red Devil, her eyes were wide.
Duster looked at Red Devil and then said "Alright, I'll do it, fuck me all you want, do anything you want just leave her alone."
He chuckled, "How very noble.  But I don't know if I can trust you, wouldn't want teeth marks in my little villain!"  He said stroking his dick.
He got off the table and started towards Red Devil.
"How can I prove you can trust me?" yelled Duster.
"Tell me your secret identity!"  he said with glee in his voice.
"No, I ...you can't..."
He ripped the costume from Red Devil's crotch exposing her as his erection grew again.
"...but..."
He pulled the helpless heroine's hips towards him, totally ignoring Duster.
"Don't hurt her!  My name's Jenny!  Jennifer Rose!"
He stopped and stepped back from Red Devil.  He turned to Duster and said "Very good."
"Now, you still have one more thing to do my little slut.  I want your obedience!"
"No!"
"Let me explain, if you don't I will switch a camera on as I remove red Devil's mask.  It will broadcast over the Internet and the whole world will know her secret identity.  Unless you agree to serve me.  Fight for my evil cause and obey my every whim.  You will whore for me and fulfill all my depraved desires.  If you don't then your friend will never be safe again..."
Duster closed her eyes and took a deep breath "....yes.....alright, just let her go..."

Bright lights came on, blinding Duster.  The figure removed his hood and she heard a clank as Red Devil unhooked herself from the frame she was attached to.  The two of them began to undo the bonds that held Duster to the table, she was shocked as she looked between them.
"How ya doing? said Red Devil with a smile.
"Huh?" said Duster as she sat up, the well built man grunted something at her as he gathered up some things to leave.  Duster suddenly recognised him as the hero they had passed earlier in the corridor.
"You knew about this?" she accused the other heroine.
"Of course!  It's the test everyone goes through after you get the guide.  The guy was Rock, he usually does it.  He's a good actor and not a bad screw.  Other heroes and heroines have to know that you will protect them in whatever way you can, and they will do the same for you.  You passed girl!"
Duster relaxed and rearranged her costume to cover herself up.
"I guess if everybody has to do it...and he wasn't that bad."  A grin crossed her face.  "Well. what's next?"
"Next we get some fresh costumes and get out of this place.  You can come stay at my place tonight if you want, I'm going to get Chinese food."
"Cool, any plans after that?"
"Nothing much, I was just going to check out some of the superheroine fetish websites, see if the pervs have written anything about me."
"Yeah, I know what you mean.  Those geeks can come up with some pretty disgusting stuff." agreed Duster.
"After that we can have a pillow fight in our lingerie." said Red Devil.
"Oh yeah, I saw that in the guide book too, we have to wear heels.  I guess it would destoy men's fantasies if they didn't know that some chicks somewhere did it."
Red Devil was wide eyed.  "That's a rule?  I never knew!  I just do it because it's sexy and fun!"