Heroes on a Certain Night (3)
Spade had slipped out of the base. She'd told the teammate she ran into on the way that she was going for her usual workout, just like always. No one suspected a thing.
She ran through the nighttime streets at her regular training pace—a light jog for her, but equivalent to a full sprint for any ordinary person. A few kilometers from the base, she came to a stop in front of a rundown motel tucked away in a secluded spot where few people ventured.
As if confirming her arrival, her smartphone pouch vibrated against her arm. Pulling it out, she saw an incoming call from an unsaved number. No need to guess who it was—Villain No. 13.
"Come inside. Room 401."
Without a hint of doubt, Spade obeyed the commanding voice. The red-haired hero wandered blankly into the motel.
"Long time no see, Spade. Last time was that department store incident, right?"
"......Yes...."
Spade answered Villain No. 13's question in a daze. She now stood in the middle of the motel room he'd specified, wearing nothing but a single pair of panties. Her hands were clasped behind her head, fully exposing her armpits in a completely defenseless pose.
Villain No. 13 savored the sight, watching her intently. Every now and then, he'd reach out and lightly knead her body, making Spade tremble sensitively in response.
"How've you been holding up, Spade? Just buried in work, I bet?"
Once again, Spade replied in a weak voice but with clear words. There wasn't much to say, though—just the days of focusing solely on work, as he'd predicted. The only difference lately was that she'd even skipped her usual training sessions to concentrate on hunting for Club.
She'd ridden her bike through restricted zones, scoured the area on foot, and even smashed up a small villain organization's office. Good lord. Searching such a vast area on foot, without even knowing if Club was there—it was the height of inefficiency. But her sheer determination was impressive.
Impressive indeed.
"Did you masturbate at all during that time?"
"...No... Club was... on my mind...."
"So you wanted to, though?"
Spade nodded blankly. A side effect of the brainwashing, combined with Villain No. 13's conditioning and suggestions, had left her in a constant state of overflowing lust. Before the department store incident, she'd made a habit of masturbating every single night without fail just to fall asleep.
She'd suppressed it all for worry over her teammate.
"And... Apple...."
She spoke in halting fragments. Over the past three days, she'd been summoned to Apple's room whenever she had time. After those "counseling" sessions, her condition always improved, letting her endure without touching herself....
That woman laid her hands on her, huh.
It wasn't under Villain No. 13's orders, of course. He'd only asked Apple to manage Spade's brainwashing, but it seemed she'd helped herself to some extras. Not that he had any reason to forbid it. Still, he'd have to ask Apple for some videos sometime. He wondered how the two of them played together.
"Alright, Spade. Time for the usual question."
"What kind of person am I to you?"
"What is Villain No. 13 to Hero Spade?"
As he kneaded her breasts and rubbed the tips between his fingers, Villain No. 13 posed his questions. Spade twitched and let out soft sighs, but she answered anyway.
"No. 13... sir is...."
"No. 13 sir is... my master... Everything I have... belongs to No. 13 sir...."
"I was defeated by No. 13 sir... I surrendered to No. 13 sir... as a defeated bitch... so I became No. 13 sir's trophy... No. 13 sir's property...."
Spade answered in broken phrases but with unwavering tone. Villain No. 13 nodded in satisfaction.
"That's right, Spade. By day, you're a hero who hates a villain like me—but that's all fake."
"This is the real you, Spade."
"The slave bitch and possession of Villain No. 13—that's the true you. Never forget it."
At his repeated reminder, Spade murmured the words back to herself and nodded. She etched them deep into her heart, her mind, and even her soul....
Rewarding her obedience, Villain No. 13 rubbed her crotch over her panties. A faint stain was already there, and it quickly grew wetter. Her vague session with Apple had left her in a state of frustrated buildup on the way here.
After stroking her mound amid her trembling moans for a while, he pulled his hand away. Instead, he smack!ed her ass over the pink fabric.
"Now, strip off the rest and get into position. I haven't seen you in ages, so tonight's gonna be intense. Brace yourself—you won't sleep."
With quivering lips, Spade replied and hurriedly obeyed, sliding off her last piece of clothing. Her naked body and shameful pussy were fully exposed before Villain No. 13's eyes.
...Do I really have to do this?
Meanwhile, at the Abyss hideout. In her confinement cell, Club gripped the dildo Villain No. 13 had given her earlier that day, lost in thought.
It was a gently curved toy, otherwise rather plain. Barely half the length of his, and ambiguously thick. It had a little branch for clitoral stimulation, but she'd never used anything like it. And knowing it was a gift from that villain made her even less eager to touch it.
But she couldn't refuse his order. Not when it came from Captain Rahe....
No choice... I have no choice....
With a sigh, Club steeled herself. To follow Villain No. 13's command, she first moved to the bathroom. The bed would have been ideal, but she figured she'd ruin the sheets with what was coming.
She washed her hands briefly, laid a towel on the floor, and sat carefully atop it. She'd already stripped before entering, so she was fully naked. The mirror across from her reflected part of her body, which felt a bit embarrassing.
It was big enough in size, but not something she could just shove in. First, she needed to get wet down there. Gingerly, she fondled her modest breasts.
...Just touching won't get me excited....
But surprisingly, even light caresses brought a strange tingle creeping in. When she masturbated normally... well, she usually watched videos and fantasized to them. But with no phone or anything now, there were no videos to see.
So what should she use? What to fantasize about? Only one thing came to mind.
"No. 13...."
She murmured his name without thinking. Just that sent a sharp zing through her nipples. Her pussy reacted too. Calling his name alone made her wet instantly, arousal flooding her.
"No way."
Just thinking of his name a little. Just picturing his face. Like Pavlov's dog, her body responded, gearing up for sex.
...Infuriating on every level, but no helping it. To cum five times as ordered, this was the way....
"No. 13, No. 13, No. 13, No. 13...!"
Chanting his name, recalling his face and their encounters in every detail, Club kept fondling her humble breasts. She stroked her areolas, occasionally touching her stiff nipples. Hers were hypersensitive, so unlike how he'd handled them, she was extra gentle, cautious.
Even so, she caught herself wishing for the rough rubbing he'd given her. Her body heated up quickly, steadily preparing. Moving her hand down, she lightly stroked her pussy, and a shiver of pleasure made her hips buck slightly.
So sensitive. Too sensitive. And why was she getting this turned on? It pissed her off that just thinking of the absent Villain No. 13 had her like this.
She wetted her fingers with saliva and carefully rubbed her clit. After teasing it a bit, she slid her hand lower, targeting her entrance this time. Coating fresh saliva on her fingers, she eased one into her tight, hot hole.
She clearly felt her finger swallowed up inside.
"Hoo... haa...!"
Not ready yet. She should've asked him for lube, but it hadn't crossed her mind. This wetness wasn't enough. Club pulled her finger out and picked up the dildo beside her.
A mild pink one. She brought it slowly to her mouth and boldly took it in.
"Mmph...."
It was clean—she'd washed it—but the rubbery smell lingered. Not harmful, but off-putting. Worse, the pungent scent made her body react even more.
Grinding her teeth through it, Club sucked with the toy in her mouth. Slurp... slurp... Coating it thickly with her saliva. She wrapped her tongue around it, sucked harder, rubbed it against every corner of her mouth.
Having it in her mouth reminded her of sucking his. His was way bigger, and had a totally different, vivid taste.
Her pussy clenched and drooled honey in response... Her nipples stood rigidly erect. Plus, cameras watched every corner of her room and this bathroom—installed cleverly enough that Club hadn't noticed. Meant for monitoring the captive hero, but also for Villain No. 13's amusement, they recorded her every move faithfully...
But Club had no way of knowing.