The Rocky Adventures of Rockette
Issue #1: Rocky Start
Ch. 1: The Introduction
"Shit shit shit fuck! Fuck!" A man dressed in all black mutters to himself as he runs down an alley, panting, out of breath. "Fuck! No! Nonono!" He exclaims, having run down the alley only to meet a dead end. He turns around to face his pursuer.
"Looks like you trapped yourself, idiot!" A young woman taunts as she comes around the corner of the alley in mid-air, then gently descends to the ground. She was dressed in a tight, white, bright mini-dress with a symbol resembling a rocket emblazoned on the chest of the dress, matching knee-high heeled boots, flesh-colored/off-white pantyhose, white opera gloves, and a white domino mask to complete her look as New Exxon's newest super-heroine, Rockette. The heroine is quite the sight to look at, her athletic-thin build with shapely long legs made her stand-out like a goddess. Rockette was a sigh of relief to be seen as a law-abiding citizen, but she's begun to strike a chord of fear in the common criminal.
"Rockette! You bitch! Why are you picking on a small fry like me when you got guys like Don Diablo on the streets still!" the man yells in frustration, shaking an empty fist at her with the purse he stole in his other hand. The heroine scoffs having gently landed on the ground now walking slowly towards the criminal.
"Scum is scum." the heroine says. "Don Diablo will get his due, but someone also needs to catch the 'small fry'. I can't let you get away with that woman's purse and leaving her on the ground with a black-eye." Rockette's soft expression turns into a scowl as her face comes through the shadows.
"Please! I didn't mean to hurt her! I just needed the money! I'm starving! Jesus! I didn't mean to knock her over!" the man begs, backing away slowly from the encroaching heroine until his back hits the wall behind him.
"But you did hurt her!" Rockette reminds him, curling her hands into a fist, remembering the state of the woman who he had stolen from.
Desperate, the man launches from the wall in an all-out attack against the heroine. A fist flies first but the heroine dodges it with ease with a simple step back. The man tries a round house kick next but Rockette simply blocks, grabs, and holds it.
"Ah! No! No!!" the man screams as he knows what the heroine was going to counter with. A smile creeps across Rockette's face as she drives a fist straight into his open crotch, landing a strong blow against the man's jewels. "AAAaahhhh!' the man groans in pain, stumbling back against the wall and keeling over in pain.
"Ouch, that felt like it must have hurt" Rockette says, walking over the man. "Pathetic." She comments, looming over the man who was now crying and shaking in pain. Rockette looks at the man in disgust as she pulls her HeroPod out of her utility belt and alert the authorities to the location of the thief.
"You bitch...Aaghhh..." The man continues to groan in pain, tears streaming down his face.
"Best save your breath, cops will be on their way now. " Rockette threatens, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt to make him look at her. "You're pathetic. Have fun rotting in jail." She says then spits on his face right before smacking him back down to the ground.
...
On an empty balcony of a small apartment in the city of New Exxon, during the Friday morning hours right before the sun comes up, the heroine Rockette flies down. The apartment itself is empty, the building having been vacated some time ago, the heroine uses it as a spot to change between her identities as Tess the college freshman and Rockette, New Exxon's new premiere super-heroine.
'Pretty uneventful night...but geeze I'm tired...' the heroine thinks to herself as she begins to change. She waves a special device through her hair, turning her hair from a strawberry blonde to its natural light brunette. She waves it over her mask next, allowing the special adhesive to the mask to release. Rockette then takes her utility belt off that doubled as her power belt. The belt itself didn't give her powers, but it did help her unlock the potential she had with her powers as she continued to develop them. As of now, it took Tess a lot of concentration to access her powers without the belt. With the belt, it took about a quarter of that concentration to use her abilities.
Rockette's powers weren't anything too exciting or special, but they were more than enough to let her fight crime. Her powers did have their limitations not to mention the toll it took on her. If she flew too long, exerted too much strength or shot too many energy bolts at once, she was left exhausted. Even with the belt.
Rockette knew she was durable enough to withstand a fair amount of blunt trauma and some piercing, but she was always hesitant to test to what degree. Her durability seemed to be passive too, she didn't need to focus on it like her other powers of enhanced strength, flight and energy projection. With the belt and enough concentration, Rockette was once able to flip a car. The belt allowed her to easily fly, and without it she could fly or hover somewhat well. Energy projection wasn't possible at all without the belt; in her practice and training sessions she could generate the heat of the blasts, but she hasn't been able to fire anything without the belt, and with the belt all her blasts were concussive.
The dress falls off next, followed by her gloves, her boots then pantyhose, leaving the shapely, petite, brunette in nothing but her panties. The brunette looks at the mirror left in the room, appreciating how she looked, no costume, her long brunette hair cascading down to passed her shoulder to just purely herself, Tess Brown.
'Augh...nights like these do get me going a little though... Hard work does get my blood going...'
Tess slides down against the wall, looking at herself in the mirror opposite of her, biting her lip gently in anticipation. Bracing herself up against the wall with her left hand, she spreads her legs and moves her right hand to her panty-clad crotch.
Oh geeze... I'm already so wet...' Tess thinks, her fingers lightly grazing across her slit through the fabric of her panties, feeling them stick to her pussy. She feels a shiver of pleasure run down her spine. She begins to rub her fingers against her pussy harder and harder overtop her panty, feeling it get soaked in her own juices.
"Ah..." Tess lets out a moan, feeling herself get hotter and hotter, her mind going back to how she humiliated that punk in the alleyway. The look of anger he had across his face. She brings her fingers that are lightly covered in her own juices up to her mouth and sucks on them, tasting herself and getting her fingers nice and wet.
'God... I can't believe I'm getting so hot from this...' Tess reflects as she begins imagining the anger on the man's face, her mind drifting to perverted, masochistic ideas of that same man overpowering her... tying her up, choking her, doing whatever he wanted to her. She slides her hand under her panties and inserts two fingers inside her slick, wet pussy, keeping her thumb delicately rubbing her clit.
"Ahh...ohmygawd...aahhh..." Tess's moans get louder and louder as she pumps her fingers inside of her pussy while massaging her clit. She presses down on her clit and up against her g-spot with her fingers inside of her, "AhhhhhhhH!" She lets out a loud moan, repeating the motion of pumping and pressing. A wave of intense pleasure runs through her body as she cums hard, feeling her body shake and twitch a little from the orgasm.
Tess's eyes closed, she rests against the wall for a bit to catch her breathing, licking her lips.
"Ahh...nothing like masturbating after a good night of crime fighting..." She mutters to herself before picking herself up, slightly embarrassed by what she just said aloud. She grabs a bag full of a change of clothes. She changes into what she had left her apartment in, a blue hoodie, grey yoga pants, and a pair of sneakers, her casual studying clothes. She had left the apartment under the guise of going to study, and now she really did have to study before her first class in the morning...
...
