Captain Fortitude

Impressive work today, Captain Fortitude.  You really showed those poor bank robbers who was boss, didn't you?   Oh, did I startle you?  Your pulse just jumped by over 40 BPM.       

Impenetrable.  Oh no, I'm afraid your fearless leader has somewhat exaggerated the security of all those cool connective toys built into your suit.   Or maybe I'm just that good at penetrating defenses.   No, don't call for your team. I'm not talking to them. And if you involve them, it'll just force me to leave you alone.  That's not what you want, is it?     That's what I thought.  Now go to your room so we can be alone. I'll wait.

Perfect.    Now the first thing I want. Why are you checking the closet?   I'm not waiting for you in there.   I don't need to sneak into your tower to sneak into your earpiece.    Are you hoping to find me there?   Have you been dreaming about seeing me again in person?  That's good to know.  I could have sworn you've been avoiding me.   It's OK. I understand. You've never done anything your friends would disapprove of before.  This must be very overwhelming for you.   Maybe I should just go so you can process in your own time.

 

OK, OK, I'll stay strictly so that you can keep me talking and pat out your psychological criminal profile of me. Of course, there's no other reason you would want me to stick around, but that doesn't mean it can't be fun.   Go over to your computer and adjust the camera downward.  Little more there.  He look much better from this angle.  Please don't be surprised.  Let's just assume that if it has a Wi-Fi connection, I can use it. OK.   Your suit's looking a little singed.  Those explosives got a little close for comfort today, didn't they?   Why don't you slip it off?   I know, I know. It looks so good on you, so tight and fitted with those subtle yet flattering little pads to augment your muscles.    Fine, I won't call them pads.

They're a very impressive experimental polyamide nano fiber armor, but damn, whatever Taylor put them together sure was an artist.       Still, I want the real thing. Show me.   Oh, gentle with that bruise there.   There we go. Look at that cute ass. Those real human muscles.  You've worked hard on those, haven't you?    Oh, the mask is staying on. Is it?  Fine? I can work with that.    You know, I was a little disappointed when you didn't come join me at the museum last week.   I dropped so many clues. You had to know where I was going to be.

If we were there in the gallery together right now, you'd be able to see me, even touch me.     But I've got to admit, I like this way of spending time with you, too.  It's better, in a way.  Watching you from the anonymity of an undisclosed location, unseen, unheard by anyone but you, giving you instructions and watching you carry them out.   It's almost like playing with a remote control toy.  Is it as much fun for you as it is for me?        Calm down. No one's going to come over there and spank you if you don't come up with just the perfect quip. You know, the one that proves you're listening without really answering my question.    You could just say yes.

You know, you could move your lips and say yes, Sabrina, I'm having fun.   I promise I'll still know that you're clever.    Sit down at the edge of the bed.    Good.   I have an assignment for you.  It's an easy one.   All you have to do is put your hands on your knees, spread them apart as far as you can, and listen to my voice.   You see, I've been thinking a lot about that last time we were in the same room.   And I want to know what your quips won't tell me.   I want to know if you feel about it in your body the same way I do in mine.   So think back with me.

Your team had tracked me to the city courthouse.  It was the middle of the night, the time when we of the capes and tights and modern nanofiber alternatives are at our most alive.   Everyone else was still spread out to all corners of the complex when you cornered me in the upper server room all by yourself, just the two of us in a dead end hallway of whirring hard drives.  Your jaw was set. Your eyes narrow.  I can't hack into your head and hear your thoughts. Not yet, but I didn't have to to know that you were telling yourself. This time I've got her.  This time she won't get the better of me. This time I'll hold strong.

I was crouching down, packing up some of my gear, and when you were standing a foot in front of me, I stood up and put my hand on your chest.   I was almost expecting you to make good on that look on your face, slap a pair of cuffs on me or zip ties or whatever you had ready in those pouches of yours.  But you didn't.  You let my hand wander all the way down to that padded, sorry, that armored codpiece bulge of yours.   Maybe it's true that that armor can stop a high velocity round. Not that you'd want to test it there, but it offered no barrier at all to a softly, slowly squeezing hand.  I could feel your cock twitch.  I could feel the shape of the little crevice around the head as it swelled.

I gave it a little tickle, and with my other hand I tugged the zipper of my cat suit all the way down.   My suit has its own tech, you know.  It adjusts its color to match the exact shade of the shadows around me. Makes me much harder to spot without it.  My breasts were so pale they captured every ray of light from the dim electronics around us and reflected it to you like twin round full moons in the dark.   That hard edge to your jaw melted away, or more like it relocated itself to my hand with another twitch.   You buried your face in my chest like a parched man diving into a desert Oasis, like you'd been wasting away in want of softness all your life.

And once you were there, suddenly, miraculously, you were able to see things my way.   After all, I wasn't even stealing anything that night, just getting rid of a few itty bitty files that might get my friends in trouble.  And you could understand that.   It's not as if all the heroics you and your friends get up to are exactly legal.   We have so much in common, but your team would never understand that, would they?   Imagine what they'd say if they could have seen us together that night.

If they had seen you dropping to your knees, licking me like your life depended on it, fucking me right up against the glass case at the end of the hall, grunting and moaning and all together showing a shocking lack of heroic self-control.  Or what do you call it, fortitude.   And then, worst of all, letting me go. Lying to them, your own team, about ever having found me there.    Interesting.   That was a very noticeable twitch. Not then, just now, while I was talking about the lies and the risk of getting caught.  Looks like that might have been your favorite part.   You didn't forget that I'm watching you, did you?   You've been doing a very good job of keeping your hands on your knees for me.   You're living up to your name today, Captain.

That erection you've got going must be getting very tempting to touch, which I suppose answers my question.   Right now you look the way I feel when I think about that night in the courthouse, all hot and restless and, let's be honest, dripping.   Or am I wrong?   Maybe the state of your body is just a coincidence.  Maybe you've been ignoring me and thinking about something else.   Maybe you really would rather put an end to this messy little entanglement.  How about this?  You put your suit back on now, and we can debate super heroic ethics for as long as you want. I'll listen to everything you have to say about how what I do is so different from what you do and why I should turn myself over to your custody.

I'll take it all seriously without a single innuendo.   Just put your Dick away.    Or you could touch it.   It's OK. Touch it. We'll do it together.   That's it. There you go. Doesn't that feel good?   I'm Naked right now, you know, just like you.   I know you can't see it, so you'll just have to trust me.  My hands are not on my knees, and they haven't been for quite a while.        Go on, put on a show for me. Stroke that cock like you're not afraid of letting on that you know how.   Show me what these little visits mean to you.

Show me what I've done to the perfect, stainless, incorruptible Captain Fortitude.

Show me The Dirty, debauched, real human being behind the mask, the one no one else in the world gets to see.      You don't have to be so quiet about it.    If you can't let go and enjoy yourself here in your room, where can you let it out? I promise it's better that way. Plus, you might get the extra fun of lying to your friends later about what they might or might not have heard.  They'll believe you.

They trust you implicitly, though who knows for how much longer now.   The next time I drop a hint about where I'm running off to, I expect you to chase me.  I expect you to come for me whenever I call now, for example.      Come for me, Captain.