Evil Inc erotica: Long Arm of the Lawless

I liked the recent Fireworx commission (below) so much that it inspired the following short story.

The last time I did something like this was a short story I wrote about Baalor the Genie, who was part of the OnlyFanatics storyline.

If you're new to EiAD, Fireworx and her husband have a consensual cuckolding relationship — which was explored in EiAD #17.

I hope you enjoy the story!

Fireworx

Conrad, I've been a bad girl again.

Dr. Threat was rampaging through the downtown shopping district again. Tauros was on duty, and since I was on call, Mr. Prentice sent me.

Dr. Threat was operating a mech that had long, metal tentacles. The stupid thing looked like a daddy-long-legs spider. And as soon as I arrived, I found myself ensnared. Rookie move. Both of my arms were pinned behind me by one of its tentacles, and another quickly wound around my midsection, right under my boobs. As its grip constricted around me, it pressed my tits higher. I think Dr. Threat may have done it on purpose because he was having difficulty concentrating on defending himself against Tauros’ attacks.

And I know Tauros noticed it by the way his cock started to strain against his pants.

I know my breasts have been getting bigger. (I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.) But I may have to redesign my costume because as Dr. Threat's robotic spider tightened its grip, my tits popped out of my top.

By the way, I’m trending on Twitter. Again.

#FireworxExplodes

We’ll scroll through them later.

Eventually, Tauros fought through the mech’s defenses and brought Dr. Threat’s attack to an abrupt end. But for some reason, he couldn’t get the mechanical arms to release me. So he separated them from the mech’s body and brought us both to Justice Ltd. headquarters. Threat went into a holding cell to pout. Tauros walked me into one of the equipment rooms, where he said we could find something to cut through my restraints. The mechanics and techs who work for Justice Ltd. used rooms like this to build weapons, armor, and other devices. Certainly, there would be something in that room that could be used on me.

As soon as the door shut behind us, it occurred to me: “Tauros, if you can snap the arms off the mech, why not just break ’em off me?!”

Before I could look over my shoulder at him, I felt large hands slide around my tummy. I was being picked up. A chain hung from the ceiling for hoisting heavy equipment. There was a hook at the end, and he slid it under the tentacle wrapped firmly around my middle. My feet dangled from the ground.

I slowly swung back and forth like a pendulum. The smell of metal and oil and lubricants flooded my nostrils. The room was so quiet the only sound was the hum of the flourescent lights overhead.

That is, until I heard the clasps unbuckling on the brace Tauros wears across his broad chest. As it clattered to the floor, I could hear his pants being shuffled off. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he stalked behind me. My heart beat loudly in my ears.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slick sex. Conrad, that big mushroom head feels so good when it’s rubbing inside me. Tauros knows it. That’s why he makes me wait. He knows how badly I need it. And he likes to hear my needy whimpers. Guys always compete over the length of their cocks. But I don’t think enough gets said about girth. Tauros stretches me, Conrad. He stretches my little pussy so good. I have to remember to take deep breaths when he starts. It’s overwhelming.

Once he was certain I had adjusted to his… size… he started to fuck me. Slowly, at first, but with the steadily increasing intensity of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. My tits (god, they’ve gotten so big, Conrad) felt so heavy, swaying back and forth with every thrust. I could feel my nipples swelling. My arms were still pinned behind my back. I felt utterly helpless as this goliath jammed his veiny pipe into my cunt. Over and over again.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed lewdly against the tiled walls. If anybody was walking down the hallway outside the door, there would have been no question about what was happening.

He grunted that I had worn a costume that was too small for my jugs — that I had done it on purpose. I had planned to tease him, he growled. As he spoke, his arms reached around to slap my swollen mounds to punctuate each word. He told me that there was only one way to handle shameless sluts like me. 

Maybe he was right.

I came, Conrad. I came hard. The first of many toe-curling, vision-blurring orgasms given to me by that hulk as I dangled like a plaything for him.

Finally, as sweat poured down his massive chest, his hands tightened around my waist. He held me so tight his fingertips were touching.

“Tell me where you want it,” he gasped between heaving breaths.

You know what I told him, Conrad. The same thing I tell him every time.

Once he cut me free from my restraints, I walked out of the equipment room with Tauros’ thick seed running down my legs. He made me pull my panties up, but there was just too much to contain. I know Mr. Prentice saw. He had to have seen it. There was so much.

Conrad

I knew I was in for a wonderful evening when I got the text from my wife:

“Just got called in. Backing up Tauros.

Green light?”

Tauros's light is always green. I know he treats my little angel right. He unquestionably checked in with her in the equipment room—several times, knowing him. He loves to be the alpha male, but he’s a big puppy dog when it comes to consent. Heck, that’s why the light is always green.

That and his girth. I love the unfocused gaze she gets when she describes his girth.

She leaves out those details the first time she tells me these stories, but I confirm it later when caring for my deliriously exhausted superheroine.

Speaking of which, it was time to get her up into bed and clean her swollen, reddened pussy. And after that, a warm bath.

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