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Useless: Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2025-07-30 01:32:14 +0000 UTCThe masked gunwoman felt what it was like to be held in the air by her jacket. She kicked frantically as a man of all things had her helpless in the air. She barked to the back of the 4 and 20 “Deleria! Now would be a good fucking time!”
“Tell me why you’re bothering poor granny?” Dan asked from behind his black cowl. “Do criminals just like picking on the weak, or is she just fantastically wealthy?”
“I got next to nothing nibble nuts!” Granny yelled as she cowered behind the counter. “I make minimum wage!”
Dan winced at the new pet name. “Granny said she’s not rich. They’re still cleaning up from what you goons did before. You just seem to be assholes.” He held the barrel of an assault rifle in his other hand and bent it over like it was a plastic straw.
“Dee, do it! Now!”
Dan looked behind him. “Who the fuck is this Dee? I think she skipped out on you.”
Deleria popped out from behind a spinning lighter display. “Oh I wouldn’t say that boy. I’m not a coward. I just wanted to see what I was up against up close. You are impressive. Unfortunately I think you should take care of that nasty headache you’re having.”
“What head ahhhhhh!” Dan let go of the robber he had in the air and clutched his head. It felt like he was having a migraine. A few seconds later he got on his knees. “What are you doing?” He started to hallucinate that the goth girl who just spoke was covered in snakes. His brain felt like it was on fire.
“I’m kidnapping you boy, what does it look like?” She pulled him up and looked into his eyes. He saw her black colored eyes vibrate for a moment, and his migraine was almost gone. It seemed like she kept a bare hint of it for him to be reminded of the pain he could be feeling.
“Come on, we’re going for a ride.” She took his hand and walked out of the convenience store and up to a jet black sports car. “Get in.” Dan felt like the words she said actually moved his body.
“Deleria is your name? Do you have ESP or telekinesis powers?” He said as he calmly got into the car. He thought that it was odd that he was obeying her orders so quickly.
She pulled out her keys and got into the driver's side. “No, I’m just really good at the powers of suggestion. Hypnosis. What’s your name, boy?”
“Dan. Can you take the rest of the headache away? I get what you can do, I’m not going to do anything stupid.”
“Fine. I guess you’re right.” As she started the car, she snapped her fingers with her other hand and the last remnants of pain vanished. “You’re not going to do anything Dan, because you’re going to sleep.”
Dan could feel the world rotate as his head rolled forward. “Gonna get a crick in my neck Deleria. I don’t like sleeping upright.” He closed his eyes.
“Sorry, babe. You don’t get a say on what happens for the rest of your life.” She stepped on the accelerator and peeled away from the store.
Granny stood up and looked at the roughed up hoods. Three were knocked out while one was left standing. The last one looked at her broken rifle and visibly deflated. “That was my best piece.” She turned to her knocked out friends and barked. “Wake up you little shits, we gotta fly!”
“I knew something like this was going to happen.” Granny yelled as she racked her new shotgun. “Got this at the hunting store. It was much harder to find the rubber bullets. Why don’t you sit down scum, or the cops are going to find four unconscious thugs instead of three.
…
When Dan groggily woke up he found he was naked lying on a bed with black silk sheets. The room he was in seemed to be a bedroom from an upscale factory apartment, the brick walls painted white and hung with pictures of natural disasters. The windows were tall and showed the Boston city skyline. Candles lit in all corners of the room barely lit the space. How romantic, he thought. He tried to get up but found he was bound to the bed and spread eagle. He saw his armor in the corner of the bedroom in a small pile.
He was about to pull himself free from the bed when he heard a voice. “I wouldn’t bother with trying to get free of those ropes. You're far too weak to pull them apart.” Deleria Tremens walked in wearing all black lingerie with fishnet stockings. She swatted one hand with a riding crop that she held in another.
Dan could feel her suggestion tug at his mind, but this time the effect was far less than the headache and mind control that forced him into her car earlier that night. Was he learning to resist its effects? He looked his captor up and down. Deleria was definitely stacked, but not obscenely so. Her outfit was half dominatrix, half gothic and it was sexy as fuck. Her black bob haircut framed her almond shaped cat like eyes. Dan willed his dick to not stir, thinking about if he would have to do his taxes in this world.
“Dan, what do you think of your new home?” She got on the bed and swung her leg over him. “Do you like it?”
“I’m not going to lie. Apart from the images of death and destruction, you have pretty good taste.” He looked around. “You must do very well for yourself.”
“I do ok.” She swatted his nipple with the riding crop. He faked flinching at the pain. The super invulnerability he had put a cap on the pain he felt, as well as its duration. The sensation was just enough to tell his brain that it happened. Her eyes flashed at his feigned reaction to the whipping.
“I finally get to have a boy I can really enjoy, bird boys break too easily.” She ground down on his crotch. “Dan, you’re finding me incredibly sexy. You want me to ride you until you come deep in my pussy.”
Dan looked at her vibrating eyes. Barely any tugging at his mind, he felt like he could tell her to go fuck herself and just walk out of here. But why do that? Deleria had a hot body and she was ready to go. Dan decided to swim with the tide and play along.
“This is wrong! Bringing a man into your bed against his will. I’ll never submit to you Dee.”
“Call me mistress!!” She twisted his nipple and smiled gleefully as he writhed under her. She noticed his prick nudging between the cheeks of her backside. “You’re protesting, boy, but your little guy is telling me the truth.”
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me?”
“You’re going to be my slave Danny boy. I’m going to fuck you till I have my fill. I may even want to have a child, now that I have a chance.” She traced a squiggle down his chiseled chest. “When I go to work, you’ll keep my apartment clean and wait patiently for me to come home and then we’ll fuck like rabbits. If I get bored of you, I’ll simply tell you to go fly into the sun. You’d do it gladly wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, mistress. I mean no!” He pulled at the ropes in play reluctance.
“You are quite the stubborn one aren’t you. Most boys submit at first sight of this outfit.” She kissed his pecks before gently biting a nipple. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you later on, but let’s keep things simple for tonight. You’ve had a long day and you want to feel good don't you?”
“Mmmph! Let me go! I’d never come from a woman like you!” He started to rock his pelvis upwards hoping to get it wedged somewhere nice.
“So wrong, so very wrong.” She got back on her feet and pulled out a camera and a tripod out of a closet. “Dan, I’m going to record the look on your face when you give in and accept defeat. I’m going to force you to watch it later to humiliate you.”
Damn, this girl is a freak. He thought. His love pole was at full attention and twitching. Deleria started the video camera and licked her lips as she stared in the viewfinder. “I think it's going to be a long time before I get bored of this one.”
She did a catwalk strut to his exposed waist, bent over, and took his member into her mouth. Her technique was impressive, but she didn’t quite get it all in her mouth. One hand twisted his nipples while the other hand gave light taps with the riding crop to his scrotum.
“Fuck Dee, that hurts.” Every swat made him buck up into the back of her throat. She hummed in triumph. She pulled his head up by the hair to force him to look at her sucking his dick. The look on her face said, I own this dick now, slave. His occasional buck was now a steady rhythm of subtle face fucking.
Deleria dropped the riding crop and now massaged his nuts and pulled at his scrotum.
“Stop! If you keep doing that I’m going to…” He whipped his head left and right, knowing that would only get her more excited.
She pulled away leaving a thick stream of saliva to drip on his engorged penis. “You’re going to what slave?” She gripped his cock and ferociously stroked him.
“I’m going to come!” A few strokes later he ejaculated with long and strong pulses. A gout of hot white cum spurted into the air several feet before landing on his six pack.
“How dare you waste your cum you pathetic slut!” She still grinned greedily and continued pumping him. “That was supposed to be in my pussy.” Her sensuous strokes brought him to attention again. “My my, that spurt was quite impressive, and you’re ready to go again so fast! You might be the one.”
“The one?”
“I may have to get a marriage certificate if you keep performing this well.” She started sucking on his nipple, this time with affection rather than malice. “You want to fuck me now.”
Dan whipped his head back onto the pillow. “I do want to fuck you mistress. You win. Just be gentle.”
Dee shook her head while she bit her lip. “Sorry sweetie, I don’t do gentle. I never skip leg day to make sure I break every boy I manage to catch.” She stood up and unsnapped a panel of fabric from her lingerie to reveal her black tufted love mound.
“That is a cute pussy Dee.” Dan stopped himself. “I mean it's awful, just awful!”
“I love how your mind fights, but thank you for the compliment.” She hopped on his dick and smothered it with a hot and wet pussy. The greedy crazy eyes she had earlier evolved into yearning and affectionate eyes.
“Fuck Dan, you’re dick is just right.” She gyrated on his pole, savoring the fullness in her lower abdomen.
“You feel good too, mistress. You can be nice when you want to. Thank you queen.” He stared at her. “Could you kiss me?”
“Ahhh.” She sighed and bent over and kissed him with an open mouth.
Dan started to fuck her from below while she squatted down on his pogo stick. She pulled his hair roughly while lovingly kissing his mouth and forcefully flopping her delicious backside down on his cock. The meat stick thrusted up and down inside of her slickly.
Dan kept up with this until his urge to really embrace her was too much. He pulled with enough force to break the ropes tying him to the bed. They went straight for the pale flesh of her buttocks and groped them hard.
“What!? How did you? Mmmhhph, you’re fucking me so fast, I’m going to cum!” He bounced her pelvis on his wang at a pace he was sure wouldn’t hurt her.
“Dee, you feel so good I can’t help myself. Never use mind control on me again, I don’t need to be told to be hard for you!”
“Fuuuck!” She started to wiggle and writhe, but his super strength kept the lovers firmly coupled. Her pussy clenched in short twitches and love juices flowed down to mix with the drying ejaculate on his stomach.
He mashed her down on top of him and released his second load deep into her insides. Deleria felt herself get slick and warm in a delicious way.
They started to make out like lovers as they basked in mutual afterglow.
She cupped his face. “That was incredible. You fuck like a pro.”
Dan pushed her up and grabbed hold of her leather bodice and tore it from top to bottom revealing her alabaster tits. Her nipples were dark pink, unlike her black lips. Even though her goth makeup was smeared after the enthusiastic lovemaking, she still managed to look cute. He assaulted her mammaries and nipples with a grip designed to maximize her pleasure.
“Do you like being on top Dee?”
She nodded. “It’s hard for me to come otherwise.”
“Then you’re on top, girl.”
She smirked and raised her eyebrow while she ground her now glazed mound onto him. The sloppy sounds they made stirred Dan’s sex drive into gear again. Deleria flopped down on him and held on tight while they went for another round.
…
Wake up! Sir… wake up! Don’t make a sound but open your eyes. A voice called to Dan while he slept. He was tucked under Deleria’s arm and had a hand clasped to one of her soft breasts.
Who’s that? Are you using telepathy?...
…My name is Cygnus. I’m here to rescue you.
The large factory window slid open and a woman in a white bodysuit and cape floated into the room as quiet as a mouse. Dan stared up at her in awe. To him, she looked like an angel, a sweet and beautiful angel with long white hair and blue-grey eyes. He couldn’t quite be sure, but he felt like they had met before. She hovered over the bed and looked down at him.
Where are your clothes?
In the corner, that suit…
You can put it on when we get to a rooftop. Can you fly?
Yes, just let me get something.
Dan reluctantly extricated himself from Deleria’s exquisite form. He really wanted to spank that juicy ass one last time, but stopped himself. Instead, he floated to the video recorder and pulled out the memory card and then picked up his bodysuit. Cygnus offered him a hand to guide him out the window before she closed it.
They flew over a few rooftops before finding a spot that would be safe for him to put on the outfit.
When he was decent, he offered his hand to the superhero in white. “Nice to meet you Cygnus, my name is Dan.”
She took it and shook it firmly. “It’s nice to meet you too. Should we go back to your place? We have some things to discuss.”
…
Dan poked his head into his refrigerator and spoke to his new super-guest. “You drink beer? I have an IPA and a lager. I can make decaf if you want.” He was out of his suit and now wearing a bathrobe.
“Decaf is fine, I take it with lots of milk.”
“Decaf it is.” He stood up and started filling the tea kettle.
“Are you hurt? Are there any lingering effects of hypnosis?” Cygnus approached and looked into his eyes, searching for something.
“I don’t think so. No headache. Hey, this might sound crazy, but have we met before?”
Cygnus pulled her white hair past her ear. “No, I don’t think so.”
“I could have sworn.” He poured the water from the boiling kettle into a mug and spooned some instant coffee into it. He served her the coffee with the milk she asked for. “Here you go. So, I gotta ask, how did you find me?”
She sipped the coffee and nodded. “The Back Bay Blazers have connections with Boston PD and we could trace Deleria Tremens’s car to her safe house. Sorry it took so long, if we were sooner we could have avoided your sexual assault. I can take you down to the police and you can file charges.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, the video evidence shows I was being a bit too compliant.”
“You were under the effects of mind control. She’s a well known esper for hire.” Cygnus took a step and put her hand on his. You shouldn’t blame yourself.”
“No really. I would feel terrible if I put her through that. I won't be able to sleep.”
Cygnus tilted her head. “If that’s your wish, I won’t force you. I did want to bring up an opportunity for you get some guidance from the pros.”
“Really? The Blazers would do that for me?” He cracked open an IPA and took a long pull.
“Not right away.” Cygnus sat down across from him at the small kitchenette table. “We would invite you to meet with reps from Hazel and Richardson, the best super talent management agency in New England. After some vetting and interviews, you could be part of an affiliate of the Back Bay Blazers.”
“I see.” He tapped the table. “What sort of guidance would I be getting?”
“We’d teach you how to interact with law enforcement and the public at large. You’d have access to our information networks to help you do research. We’d even do some combat training if you’re interested. Finally, if you get in over your head, we can make sure you’re safe.”
“Is there pay?”
“The base pay is substantial, but not extravagant, 250k base. You’d likely make more money from advertising and media deals. That’s where the real money comes from.” She drew her finger around the edge of the mug. “Especially for the first male superhero in history.”
“Right, I see.” He furrowed his brow. “I suppose I can’t let these powers go to waste, right? And working with superheroes like yourself is the opportunity of a lifetime. Can I give you my number and you can have them call me?” He jotted down his number and handed the note to her.
“Sounds great, they’ll likely want to get the ball rolling as soon as possible.”
“That’s fine, my mornings are open. I work evenings and nights.”
She got up from the table and slipped the paper down her cleavage. “Wonderful. Well Mr. Gadsen, it’s been a pleasure talking with you. I hope you can get some rest after what happened today.” She frowned. “I’m sorry you had to endure that.”
“Thank you Cygnus. That’s very kind of you. Thank you for rescuing me. I owe you one. Don’t worry about me. I look forward to seeing you again.” They shook hands one last time as she walked out the door.
…
Once Cygnus closed the door behind her she flew for a window at the end of the hallway and sent herself upwards a hundred feet and tried to calm herself down.
“Get a grip Cyggi! It’s just that the first boy superhero is just a smoking hot guy that you just happened to be alone in his apartment with. You only got to see him completely naked. He even said he owes you for rescuing him. You’re a superhero! Have some self respect.” She flew like a flash back to the Blazer’s headquarters. “Did I recharge my magic wand? Fuck!”
