1. Tittyhawk - The Wrath of Commander Titjob


    Date: 11/1/2018, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Death, Exhibitionism, Lesbian, Group Sex, Group Sex, Mind Control, Rape, Trans, Author: MightBeRealz, Source: sexstories.com

    Tittyhawk in The Wrath of Commander Titjob Evolution. Selecting mates based on favorable characteristics. In the not too distant future, Humans have begun to evolve. The favorable characteristics? Sexual prowess. The next evolution of Mankind is here... ...and it wants to fuck your brains out. Willing or no... Book 1 The City. Bustling with activity... and crime. And the HAWK. 5'3” tall with raven black hair, large perky breasts and pale skin like marble, Tittyhawk is the Dark Mistress of the City, protector of those who would fall prey to the sinister ministrations of the new sexual mutants. Her costume accentuates her own powers, being just a cup-less corset, thong and thigh high stiletto heeled leather boots. A mask covers her face, obscuring her identity. And between her large mounds is a tattoo of a hawk, circled by an intricate pattern of whorls and knots, which glows with a faint blue light. She bursts through the night, her white breasts shining, nipples proud and erect. A bank alarm has gone off, her tits humming in the direction of the outburst. Using her increased strength and endurance, she runs through mid-town, startling four hobo's, a crack dealer, and a prostitute servicing her fifth regular of the night. BOOM!, the blast rings out from the direction she's headed. Approaching the bank on foot, she stops and sees three hooded men running out of a massive hole, the cops blasted on their asses by the would-be-masterminds who detonated some form of explosive ...
    to knock the wall open, allowing a free escape... or so they thought. “STOP! In the name of the HAWK!” The men turn in unison, jaws dropping as she runs towards them, her tits bouncing with each step, jet black hair trailing behind. Once within a few feet of the nearest assailant, she notices that he and his buddies crotches are all tenting, “Not today, boys!” Kicking with her heeled foot, she drives the point of her toe into his dick in the soft spongy bit right above his balls. Yowling in pain in a high falsetto, the first robber drops. The other two men snap out of their stupor long enough to see her lick her fingers, and then tweak her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, shooting a bolt of blue energy at their dicks from each nipple, sending both crumpling to the pavement and the sack of money flying up and onto Tittyhawk's ample cleavage, which then bounces into her waiting hands. Turning, our heroine tosses the bag to the stunned and quite erect bank teller, “Put it away, and keep the change.” She saunters a few feet, long enough to get the entire populace gathered and staring at her ass or tits, then jumps on top of a nearby building with a single leap, sprinting away as she does, the people of the City stopping their bickering and TV watching and babysitting to make love of some sort, lust filling their love muscles, brains unknowingly manipulated by her aura of sexuality. Another successful hunt for... the Hawk. - The Next Night... Jane Weather's sits at her ...
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