Chapter 0 - Dirty and Down

Rain trickles down the window as if it has a purpose. Each bead decorates the window, blurring the lights of the city, and distorts the outside world more than my drink has already. I've never really been the kind of woman to drink my problems away, but sometimes you have to find a break. A way out. There's times--and god, if they only knew--when you've got to just leave the shit life throws your way and take a minute.

I taste my lip gloss on the rim of the glass. And you know, I've held my mouth there to inhale the aroma of the wine. Yes, wine.

I know I'm in a dive-bar in the gutter of the city, but that's my drink. It fills me and thrills me and brings me back to fonder memories than the ones I came in with. People say that I'm prissy or arrogant, even. Because I'm practically a princess with the amount of money I make. Because I live at the top of the city in a multi-billion dollar skyloft. Because I'm a member of the Super Seven. They....oh my gawd..is this fucking guy serious? He just blew his smoke in my face. I hate these pigs.

*Ahem*

The Super Seven. The "SS", are a team of super powered heroes, (detectives, really), in Dankken City. We aren't like your DC or Marvel comic book characters. We're real women with gifts and abilities beyond that of mortal men. Haha...I guess I do sound kind of haughty. We're all victims of rape, and we use our powers to overcome that and find more men like this and rid the city of them. Our powers aren't like what you think. None of the women shoot eye lasers or can engulf themselves in flames or something. We only have powers that boost our normal abilities like healing or heightened strength. My power is heightened strength.

Which brings me to today. I've been tracking this guy "Refuge"; Oh, we call him that. He's not like a super villain with a lame name or anything. I think his real name's Mike or something. Eric? Whatever. The bastard offers runaways and homeless women refuge in his various apartments throughout the city, helps them find work. Good stuff, right? Then he mind fucks them into being his sex slaves. He guilt trips them and pressures them. I think his power is that he can project pheromones to make women believe his lies and bullshit.

This wine is starting to taste weird....

It's been such a long day. I've listened to wire taps, I've read all sorts of computer files, and now I'm where this guy is supposed to be, but he hasn't shown up all night. I look--and as I said, these men, are pigs--around the room and notice most of them leering at me like a hungry pet. I have nothing to offer you freaks. Nothing to give you besides a broken jaw. I hear laughter as the room begins to blur. I stumble off the bar stool and walk toward the bathroom.

Suddenly it occurs to me....That moment!

That moment when the guy blew his smoke in my face!! Someone behind me! They must have slipped something into my glass. The smoke was a distraction! What a rookie mistake, how did I let myself get so caught up in the drama of my day that I .....Doesn't matter...I need to focus. Not the bathroom! I need to get home.

At a time like this, the police don't even come into the ghetto. Dankken's crime rates are so high that the police are afraid of being shot, killed, raped, or tortured. Male or female. That doesn't bode well for me. I keep walking. I know they're following me outside. I can hear the sound of twenty or so men behind me. Gotta find an open street...

Shit...Shit...Shit....Still raining, my vision is blurring. Here they come. I swing and feel it connect. I hear a grunt and the sound of a guy's body hitting a wall. Bones snap. I kick toward another, toward his shin. I hear the snap and the scream. Okay I'm doing good.

"Allison McHale. But people call you "Athena" don't they?" A voice taunts me. It's so cocky and pisses me off. I swing toward the figure, but he side steps. I feel a n elbow hit the back of my head. I fall into a puddle.

"OH, YEAH?! Dis bitch is Athena? Like da one on da news an shit? Awww....I'ma stick my dick in this bitch's mouth." Another voice. Obviously just another gang banger. Some nigger, it sounds like. I don't want anything to do with his grimey over-sized cock. I'm going to bite it off if he tries anything.

"Allison. Allison. Allison. Why did you come here? What did you expect? You know, you've killed several of my men, my dear." I feel a gun press to the side of my head. "I should just kill you now. But there's something to be said for power and respect. If I have this power over you, and get you to respect me, I will have broken you. Corrupted you, really...Far more than with any annoying murder."

"F-Fuck y-y-you, Ref-Refuge!!!" I can barely talk. A mixture of his pheromones and the drug have me feeling disoriented. I'm feeling my temperature rise and I want to take off my clothes and let the rain wash over my skin. Everything feels so good right now.

"Oh honey, you will. We're going to fill you with so much cum, that even if you do go to the police, they won't be able to make any DNA sample. And then you'll just know the power I have over you. Before the night's over, "Athena", you will call yourself my bitch. Super Seven? You are all Super Sluts."

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I think I must have blacked out. Did I? What is this feeling? Someone is entering me. In and out. It felt like they started slow but have been increasing speed. They're pounding me hard, now, it feels so good. I can also feel someone else is in my ass. As I open my eyes, I immediately close them again as the guy pounding my pussy is tonguing my mouth. He tastes like cigarettes and alcohol, but for some reason it makes me even wetter.

I open my eyes and see a young punk rocker. He's actually really handsome. Blue eyes, black and purple dyed hair. Tattoos and piercings. I, obviously can't see the guy behind me, but that is kinky. It's like a glory hole.

Soon, I feel him begin to quiver and shake. His breathing quickens and he busts his load inside of me. I can't help but to moan out in excitement. I can't believe it but I want more. I wish the guy fucking my ass came at the same time as the other guy. I think I would have gone into an orgasm if they had.

"My turn!!" I hear from among the crowd. Oh, no, it's that nigger again. I don't hate black people, but I hate ignorant people. People who refuse to speak correctly. People that refuse to make any sort of sense. Anyway, he stands there and waits for the other guy to finish. I feel him cum in my ass and then he smacks it. I don't want to like it, but I do.

Big Black drops his pants to reveal the biggest dick I've ever seen in person. He has to be like 9 inches flaccid. I feel myself smile. I try to fight it but he flips me over and forces me into doggie style. I feel him kneel down behind me and I try to speak up in my own defense.

"P-Please don't. It's far too big for me. I'll suck your dick, just don't--" I tried but he didn't even let me finish. He just shoved it all the way in. I screamed out in both pain and ecstasy. He pulls my red hair with one hand, and wraps his hands around my neck with the other. He slowly leans me up so that only my knees are touching the ground and pulls my ear up to his mouth.

"Why you so wet ona nigger dick, bitch?" He whispers to me. "Beggin to suck me off and shit. You a freak. Say you a freak!!"

"Y-Your mom." Is all I can say to fight back. I shouldn't have done that.

He forces my head around, almost snaps my neck and presses his fingers into my cheeks to pry my mouth open. He spits in my mouth and then slams me back down on my hands and knees. I thought that was it, but then I feel an elbow in my back that knocks me all the way down so that my face is in the street against the rain water and sludge. His hand drops down on the top of my head and he starts fucking my pussy harder and harder.

His massive veins make it feel like a ribbed dildo. The sensations, the drugs, the pheromones. It's too much. I scream out and cum. My body is shaking from pleasure and I bite my lip and close my eyes to wait for him to finish but he doesn't. I feel my ass slapped repeatedly. Eventually, he pulls me up again, but by my hair.

"Dis how we gon' finish, ya fuckin racist Mick!" He shouts in my face. "Last chance, Athena. Say you a freak."

"Is that what your drunken step father used to say to you?!" He backhands me in the face and then slaps me. I spit out blood.

He stands me up so that I'm on my knees and then comes around and shoves his large throbbing cock down my throat. My eyes tear up and I gag. He pulls out to let me breathe and cough. Before I can catch my breath he does it again, but this time holds my nose and leaves in down my throat for a few seconds. It's like he enjoys the feeling of my gaging throat against his dick.

They must have been raping me for several hours now. At least two. I'm covered in cum. And this beast is shoving his big black cock in my mouth repeatedly. It's long enough that he can jerk it off and also put it in my mouth at the same time. He finally cums in my mouth (or rather, down my throat), but leaves his dick in my mouth so that I'm forced to swallow it.

I don't know if it's Refuge's powers or my own thinking, but I'm afraid to be hit again and it tastes so sweet that I reach up and lick it clean. I swallow every last drop and make sure to polish his dick and balls with my tongue.

Refuge walks up holding a camera! Was he filming this whole time? His eyes glow pinkish-red..He says..

"What are you, Allison McHale? Well, "Athena"?"

"I'm a Super Slut." I can't believe my own mouth. Did I really just say that? I'm on camera with cum all over me, dripping off my lips as I just spit shined this black guy's dick. And now this asshole just made me admit to being a whore. I'm compelled to say more...It's as if the more I hate it, his power makes me like it that much more. "Please, Refuge...Gimme that dick. Ooh, baby, I need it!! I'm so wet for you."

His nose begins to bleed, so he turns off the camera. His eyes stop glowing. I am suddenly repulsed, terrified, victimized and angry. He must have turned his powers off. They all begin to get dressed, while he continues to stand there. He's just standing there jerking his dick in my face. I know they're going to probably shoot me in the head, so I don't try to fight him. Hopefully, if he cums on me and then kills me, the police will be able to find him because of his DNA.

He cums in my face and then just pats my head. Like I'm a little girl or something. He got the perfect POV shot. And then they just leave. Just like that.

"You know the rest. How they uploaded the video online. How they humiliated me around the world. How the rest of you have decided to vote to kick me off of Super Seven." Allison opened her eyes. She was sitting in a chair surrounded by several police, the Super Six and detectives. One such detective was a fellow super powered being, gifted with telepathy.

"She's telling the truth. Despite what that, now infamous, video showed and the things Refuge had claimed, this was not a consensual act. So we need to place an all points bulletin out for Refuge." The detective said.

"We're sorry, Ally. We didn't know. The video looked like you were enjoying it." One of the Super Six said. "At least you can come back to the team?"

"Yeah? Well, you're my teammates. You should have trusted me over anything and anyone else. You know Refuge's powers. You know what these men do to young women. The doctors estimated that eight or nine other guys had their way with me during the time that I was blacked out. From now on, I'm 'Athena' no more. They--and you--ruined that moniker for me. For ever. My name now is 'Vengeance'. And I work alone." Allison got up and head out of the room, determined to find Refuge and obtain her name's sake.