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Mistress Dyvia Presents:
The Cost of a Hero
By: Mistress Dyvia
Malcolm woke up in his cell.. He wasn't sure what time of day it was,
there was a small light above his head which was the only source of
light. Truthfully he was unsure of what day it was. There were no clocks
to tell the time, and the closest thing he could do tell time was go by
his sleeping schedule... But truthfully even that was unreliable.
Sometimes he was close to passing out from boredom, but here he was on
the verge of a break down as well.
As he had many times before he thought about what led him to this
point... He had said goodbye to his family a few days ago, maybe a few
days ago? He was walking to the bus stop, he was a junior in college and
had a class at nine, and then there was a whoosh of air from behind him
that made him stop and look back. A guy dressed in black was standing
behind him, and he had grabbed him, and with a similar sudden whoosh, he
was in the cell. The guy took a few steps back, and with two whooshes he
disappeared and reappeared on the other side of the bars.
Hours passed and he honestly didn't know if he was going to live or die.
His family wasn't rich by any means. But eventually somebody did come
down and held up a phone for what appeared to be a video conference of
some sort. He was to talk to his father, assure him that he was
unharmed, in fact he was encouraged to be as honest as he could be about
my situation, and he was.
Once the phone was pulled away, he overheard more of the demands, it
wasn't money. Malcolm's father was on the city board and there was a
measure that was going to fail 4-3,and Malcolm was the insurance that the
legislation would pass. That was weeks away, so it was likely he would
be a prisoner for weeks.
And like so many other times, the boredom and despair pushed him into
exhaustion and he simply fell asleep.
He woke up to an explosion. Well he was pretty sure that's what he had
heard. He saw a glowing yellow light further down the hall. There was
some yelling, and he saw a man run by leaving ice tracks where his feet
had hit the ground. A moment later, the yellow glow vanished.
There seemed to be some arguing once the emergency was over and a woman
in black, who was not too dissimilar in appearance to the teleporting
guy. She walked by holding a girl in a loose fitting white dress, she
opened the door and pushed the girl in white inside Malcolm's cell,
telling her. "You will stay in there until Lady Mindstorm decides what
to do with you.
Lady Mindstorm. The first time he had actually heard a name associated
with his kidnapping... Malcolm had heard of her, no one had ever seen her
face. But she commanded an underground army of super-powered villains,
those few that had been caught were ghosts, they had no records, their
faces were not found in any databases. Everything about her was a
mystery. But they knew what her group was involved, trafficking, drugs,
extortion, sabotage, anything that would bring profit.
And there were the two of them, two prisoners. She looked at Malcolm
closely. "Hi, I'm Krystal. How long have you been here?"
"Malcolm... I'm not sure a week, maybe... hard to say." They shook
hands.
"Why are you here?"
"Parents have power over some project, you?"
She looked down, as if she were unsure if she wanted to answer. "I give
superpowers to the people I have sex with."
His eyes widened. "How long have you been here?" a question that just
begged to be asked given the rumors of all the villains with powers that
followed Lady Mindstorm.
She looked down in shame. "Since I was a senior in high school. I met a
guy, we snuck out a couple days after my 18th birthday. We had sex, I
left, and when I went back the next day, he had been turned into a woman,
and had mind control abilities. She used them on me, to start sleeping
with people that she made loyal to her with her abilities, and I started
to create an army for her, I couldn't stop if I wanted, she made me want
them... As you can imagine, she was Lady Mastermind.
Malcolm's eyes widened. "Lady Mastermind is a dude?"
She shook her head. "Was a dude..." She paused. "She made it so I
can't leave this place, if i saw the opportunity to walk out, I wouldn't
be able to move my legs, but she never messed with me like she did with
the others, she made sure I knew I wanted to leave."
They spent some time talking like this. There weren't a lot of details
that were important, but it was clear Malcolm was the first man she had
been able to hold her without compulsion. And they took a bit of comfort
in one another that couldn't be attained in solitude.
An idea popped into Malcom's head. "You said you couldn't leave if you
wanted to., But what if there was a way out and someone carried you out.
Would you be able to leave then?"
She nodded her head. "I think so."
There was a moment. "Okay, this might seem strange, but what if you
slept with me, could you give me a really cool power, and then see if I
could get us out of there?"
She paused as if she didn't like the idea of sleeping with him just for
the hell of it. "Maybe. But you know you would be a woman, right?"
"I thought that was just Lady Mindstorm?" he questioned.
She shook her head. "Every one of her enhanced lieutenants, started as
the opposite sex. So if we had sex, then-"
"-I would be a woman," he finished. And thought for a moment. "Can it
be undone?"
She nodded her head. "If we slept together again, You'd lose your
powers, and be a man again."
There was an uneasy silence. "Are you willing? I don't want to force
this on you."
She nodded her head. "I'd certainly rather have an emotional bond
between lovers, but she has made me have sex with so many others... I'm
willing to do it once on my own for a chance at freedom."
Malcolm nodded his head. "Do you want to wait until later, when the
facility is a little less busy?"
She shook her head. "No. I don't think Lady Mindstorm would want me
alone with anyone, when she returns she'll want us separated."
"How do you know she's not here?" he asked.
She looked up at him as she closed the distance between them. "Because I
am in here with you. She wouldn't want me with anyone she wasn't
controlling." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his head and
pulled his head down for a kiss.
This may have been the most awkward sex Malclom had ever had. The
situation was mind boggling, he was about to have sex with a girl who
would make him a woman to give him super powers to have get them both out
of here. They were in a musty cellar-like prison cell and he hadn't
known her long enough to know if he wanted to fuck her her or not.
But she managed to hold him just right. And he felt her hands on his
stomach and slowly move south as she kissed him gently. She knew how to
get a guy to react sexually. And he moved his head down so his lips
could meet hers... And they had sex.
The sex was longer than he would have expected, and she wasn't wasting
any time getting them both to orgasm... and when it was done, he was
spooning her. "Damn, you are good," he told her with a smile that was
supposed to be complementive.
She looked to him, and then away, clearly a frown appearing on her face.
"I've had experience... a lot of it." In a tone that was equally clear
that she was not proud of her sexual history, and Malclom realized
considering she had been mentally forced into wanting it, he could see
where his compliment wasn't appreciated.
He stood up and raised his arms over his head and stretched. "Wow, I'm
exhausted... I feel..." He shook his head. "I feel... really
exhausted."
She nodded her head. "Lay down before you pass out." She paused. "And
you will, it happens within minutes every time."
She got off the small bed and let him lay down, and he struggled to keep
his eyes open. But a green gleam caught his eye, and he saw green
crystals start to appear around his fingernails, and they started growing
over his fingers. "What?" he started to ask.
"It's okay, I'll see you shortly."
And his vision faded to black.
His eyes snapped open, he was in a liquid, and felt like he was in a
green crystal coffin. He gave a push and the crystals started to crack,
so he pushed harder. And then he crawled out, and saw Krystal looking
from a sitting position in the corner. A glint of hope in her eyes.
"Hey" Malcolm said... pausing at her new voice. "This will take some
getting used to." He stepped down and realized he was now looking up at
Krystal. Not by much, but he must have lost a foot of height. Went from
6 ft 2 inches to something just over five feet... That would take some
getting used to as well. Malcolm took a minute and looked at her body,
her breasts, felt between her legs to feel for that noticeable absence,
but shook off the insecurity in her thoughts, it was temporary and they
needed to escape. "Now we just have to figure out what kind of power I
have now..."
I can tell you, let me just put my hand on your chest." She held out her
hand.
He let out a gasp at his new breasts... her new breasts? "Umm yeah.
Okay."
Krystal pressed her hand to Malcolm's chest and took a step back.
"What?" was about all that came out of her mouth.
"What, what?" Malcolm asked in confusion.
"Confidence. I was trying to give you teleportation powers."
"I'm confused."
"So am I, I've never given a power like this before... and for the first
time, I don't know if I can replicate it. I'm pretty sure I can't. But
your power is confidence. If you are confident you can do something, you
should be able to do it." She paused to think. "I wonder if you had
some latent power, and that messed with what I was trying to do to
you..."
"Ignoring the part where Malcolm might have had powers on his own... She
looked at the bars. "So if I believe I can punch those bars so hard the
hinges will fly off, they will?"
Krystal nodded her head. "If you are confident that you can flick the
doors with your fingers hard enough to send them into the next room, you
will unleash that strength... but physics might not be accommodating...
You might send half the door instead.
"Alright stay behind me," she said to Krystal as she positioned her hands
on the bars, and was confident she could do this...
"Before you do. If for some reason you can't get me out. Get yourself
out. Be a hero. Be a hero this city deserves."
Malcolm smiled. "We'll get out of here. Trust me. I'm confident we'll
be gone in no time." Then she started to push forward, not expecting it
to be as easy as it was, there was a loud creak and crunch that echoed
down the halls from where the whole set of bars broke from the cement and
crashed to the floor, and Malcolm was stumbling down to her knees...
Getting up, she turned offering a hand, and said. "Let's go," to
Krystal.
"I can't. It's escaping, I can't move on my own."
Malcolm nodded, scooped her up and held her. "Light as a feather." she
said with a wink.
They ran down the hall and up a flight of stairs and came to a room with
seven people, five women, and two men... "They all have powers Malcolm!"
Krystal warned. And he knew that it was odd, as it really meant five men
who were now women, and two women that were now men.
Malcolm put her down and Krystal backed into a corner.
One of the men had yellow lightning strips on his arms, and immediately
Malcom recognized him from some videos online. He could move at
ultrasonic speeds. But she was confident that if what Krystal said was
true, then she could keep up. There was a sudden flash, and everything
seemed to slow down.
Malcolm saw the man start to move around her, and as she turned to watch,
she heard the man esclaim. "What the fuck, how are you this fast? She
made you a speedster too?"
She wasn't about to answer a silly question, instead answering by
throwing her elbow out so fast even he couldn't dodge it, connecting with
his temple and slamming his head into a wall.
Malcolm turned around just in time to see a towering woman try to pound
her head like her fist was a hammer. Malcolm barely moved his hand up
intime to catch the fist. And though his body didn't so much as tremble
from the impact, she felt the concrete crushing below her feet from the
force of the attack. The physics thing that Krystal had mentioned. She
twisted the womans arm around her back and smashed her own knee into the
woman's head and she fell to the ground unconscious.
There was a flash of fire from one as it enveloped Malcolm. At first it
burned, but she focused on how her body would heal quickly from the
initial burn, and how her skin would be fine in seconds. And it was,
just before her body became immobile. It took a brief moment for her to
realize that her body was encased in ice and realized that she had two
women attacking her, one with control over fire and the other with ice.
She realized her body had in fact healed as she was convinced that it
could... as she was confident it would. Malcolm moved quickly, expanding
her arms and legs away from her body so quickly that she ended up
shattering the ice. The Ice sharpnel moved quickly and she had to move
at incredible speeds to get to Krystal and protect her from the shards.
She paused for a moment to take in her surroundings, and saw that the ice
shards had actually taken down the fire user, as she had several shards
of ice stuck in her body and she was on the ground groaning. She would
need an ambulance.
The ice caster just looked in shock and held her hand out at Malcolm and
started to gather ice crystals around her arm, but her face suddenly
turned to pain as she realized Malcolm had vanished and had broken her
arm before she even registered that she had reappeared in front of her.
"Enough of this," came another woman's voice. As she held out a glowing
hand. "You might have some nice physical power, but you do not want to
have me disintegrate your head with this.
Confidence. It was a good threat, but she had to have confidence.
Thrusting her chest out and pulling her shoulders back, Malcolm simply
said, "Give me what you got."
A blast of pure while light hit her in the center of her chest, and her
clothes in that spot disintegrated leaving her with a bit of cleavage,
and no actual harm done.
The woman looked at her glowing hand and simply gave a resigned. "Oh
fuck." And was quickly knocked unconscious.
And finally it was just one guy left. Solid black uniform, Malcolm was
pretty sure it was the teleporting kidnapper. "I'm not stupid enough to
think I can beat you." he said.
Malcolm smiled. "Then I'd run away as fast as I could if I were you."
There was a whoosh. Malcolm smiled in victory until he heard another
whoosh behind him. "I'll do that." He turned just in time to see the
teleporter grab Krystal and vanish.
"No! Krystal!" Malcolm screamed... But it was too late. She was gone.
More Whooshes appeared around her and she looked around and saw more
villains appearing. And she was not about to fight this fight. No...
But she was gonna fuck them up. And she punched straight up with a speed
and strength none in that room would be capable of achieving and a
tornado of power speed and debris erupted around them...
She stood there silently for minutes, half the building was destroyed,
the dust was starting to settle and she heard the sounds of police sirens
closing in. She was lost in her own despair and frustration in a body
that was unfamiliar to her, with no clear way of getting back to no
normal, all she had was her life and a promise to keep: to be the hero
this city deserves... And no way of proving who she was.
The police poured in. They saw her in her male clothes and saw the
villains unconscious or covered in rubble, and one at a time they started
to arrest them. They took Malcolm into custody as well, and for hours
she stayed quiet until she was brought into a police interrogation room.
She was assigned a public defender, and she told her story. They wrote
it down, but no one really seemed to believe it. Eventually, she was
given over to a hero team, they had a prison that could hold villains,
and she sat there for two days.
And then her lawyer arrived. Lady Mindstorm's base had extensive
security systems and recordings, and as they excavated so much of it,
they found the security room mostly intact. They had found footage of
Malcolm from the day 'he' entered his cell, to the moment 'she'
devastated the building. She was being set free.
As she was led to the front lobby, she was met by an unexpected sight.
Her family. Her father, mother, and both of her siblings, they all ran
to her and gave her a hug. Reassuring her that she was still loved and
part of the family... She squeezed them as hard as she could, confident
that she wouldn't hurt them.
Things would change in the weeks that came., and Malcolm would become
Malory, at least until she could find Krystal. And she was determined to
find Krystal. She would help the other heroes slow the crime rates, and
fulfill her promise to Krystal to be the hero this city deserved.
And despite her failure to save Krystal, she would be the hero that
Krystal needed. Malory understood that the true cost of being a hero was
not her manhood, but her failure to save those who needed it most. Her
failure to save Krystal.
Epilogue.
Eric was lacking confidence in the plan. He never really intended to be
so brazen about what he was going to do. He started with little things,
such as hacking a music box with his cellphone to play better tunes. Or
trying to beat the gambling apps on a phone... But it escalated, as
people in the neighborhood found out what he could do, he was recruited
into more intense projects. Soon it was breaking encryption on car
alarms so they could be stolen and taken to chop shops, then it was
shutting down security systems to retail locations. Help the thieves
out, and they made sure he got a percentage. He was good.
Today they were to break into a bank vault, this wasn't an escalation he
ever wanted to be a part of, not armed robbery... But he knew that he
couldn't exactly say no to the people who recruited him. They knew he
could get through the computerized timer vaults. The crew had actually
recruited an enhanced mercenary for extra support. They broke in, the
crew used their high powered rifles to scare the people in the bank, and
put them on the floor. The merc quickly moved removing the doors and any
obstacles to the vault. And then they cleared space for Eric to link his
computer to the vault. The door opened and they rushed in and quickly
filled their bags with valuables. Eric was able to tell them which piles
to stay away from, and which of the boxes had the most expensive
valuables.
As they reached the lobby once again on their way out, they came face to
face with Mary Sue just hovering over them in the lobby.
"Fuck..." Eric muttered recognizing the city's most prominent hero. She
had been some politician's daughter, quickly rose up in the ranks of
heroes, and for the past two years was the one hero that no villain
wanted to face off against. She was called Mary Sue for her perfection
in fighting crime, she never lost a fight, and was known for not bluffing
with her bold statements.
One of the guys with the actual gun, pointed at a woman and child. "Back
off Mary Sue, or I'll kill her."
Mary Sue punched her left hand with her right. "Boys... I'm confident I
can have every last one of you wrapped up with a cute pink bow, including
your enhanced knuckle dragger, before the first round can leave the
chamber..."
To be Continued?
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