Velocity (3/3)

The story of a super girl who has to be naked to use her powers. And not only that... Part 3/3

Velocity stood naked on the roof, enjoying the warm sun and the wind on her skin (and, she had to admit, the possibility of someone filming her with a telescopic lens).

She was very lucky, she thought. To say that her parents were stunned and worried by her changes would be to say nothing at all. But after a week of Robin’s - Velocity’s - adventures, they came around. In the end, their only concern was her safety and well-being. Now she had full freedom of movement: no curfew, no restrictions, and even permission to run around naked (and to fuck freely, although that part wasn’t spoken aloud).

She chuckled at the memory of the neighbors’ voices:

“What? Your daughter is naked?!”

“Yes, and that’s not all: she’s got these weird black stripes all over her face and body and...”

“Don’t listen to her, she’s just teasing you!”

“No! My little Robin is Velocity! A real superhero!”

“Okay, okay, and she runs naked through the streets?”

“Well, yes. But it’s for the greater good!”

And so on.

And more importantly, Tim would not mind her fucking bystanders as long as it was just sex out of necessity and not a close relationship. And the opportunity to fuck Robin two or three times a day just made him happy. She was lucky too, she thought. Without this uncontrollable super lust, she might not dare to propose to him for years.

Now she had to figure out where to use her powers.

Velocity stretched, ran across the roof, and covered the street in a single bound. She landed softly, then crouched on the corner of the roof, leaning on her hand. The Matrix and the Spider-Man references, check; she grinned. But what now? What else did she know about superheroes (by the way, be careful, Velocity, you’re not Gwen Stacy, you don’t shoot webs and you don’t cling to walls; she’d tried falling from the sixth floor and landed safely, but hitting the ground still hurt). So, really, what use could she be?

There were no supervillains around or any significant crime to fight. Perhaps for the better. Velocity knew that at high speed she could break thick tree branches and bend steel bars with her bare hands; high speed does funny things to materials. In principle, she could easily tear off arms or rip hearts from chests. But even the thought of that made her feel nauseous. You are not a warrior type, Velocity.

She would make a perfect sidekick for a greaterer superhero, she thought. But, alas, there were no real superheroes around, either.

She watched people moving below. People of all ages and all nationalities. They lived their lives, ate, slept, went shopping ... It was very beautiful to observe. But, Velocity realized, this was not the reason for her existence.

She looked down and grinned. Her mask covered the blush. Okay, Velocity. What are your powers and how do you use them? Speed, jumping, strength, breath holding ... Apparently she could be a special courier. “Velocity’s Delivery at your service! Please sign here. Also, could you please fuck me hard?” ... And that sounded pretty cool to her. And what if there were really important documents, research, or money? Who would hire a naked chick to deliver them?

Well, well, well. That would make a good movie.

Maybe she could use her body and sexual attraction to give people something? By doing incredible stunts and then giving breathtaking fucks, all in front of the camera? She could be the OnlyFans star! The Naked Superheroine or something like that. Although she was still almost two years away from her sixteenth birthday, and only an adult could legally sell porn videos on OnlyFans.

What else did Velocity have to offer? Her eyes darted across the city...

And she saw a pillar of smoke in the distance. The fire! This looks like a job for a super girl!

Velocity jumped to a rooftop below, then another, then to the street and darted toward the smoke.

A real fire. An old six-story apartment building. People in bathrobes and underwear stood nearby, weeping. Some, an older man in pajamas, a woman with a crying child, a younger man in a smoking jacket, sat on the ground in a stupor. Some, coughing, were still running from the front door. Fire trucks were already nearby, extending ladders, and firefighters in orange overalls rushed here and there. They were all very busy.

“Sir, I want to help! I can run and jump! Is there anyone in the fire?”

The firefighter did not hear Velocity over the siren, he just pushed her away and ran towards the building, carrying a heavy fire hose. Shaking her head in annoyance, she ran through the crowd to the fire trucks, then to the back of the house. To anyone who could see her, she was just a hazy silhouette spinning around at six hundred kilometers per hour (and kicking up dust and blowing smoke, too).

Shit! She was glad that the firefighters were doing their job so well, but that didn’t leave any room for her to get to work! She would just get in the way!

Velocity looked around frantically. Here, on the back side, there was less smoke and less fire from the windows ... but there was still fire. And there was no place for the fire trucks to turn around.

Velocity slowed and shouted: “Hey! Are you here?”

“Heeelp!” screamed a girl from the fourth floor window. “I can’t get out!”

Velocity grinned. “Hang on! Be right there!”

Well, she’s no Gwen Stacy, but ... She took a short burst of speed, as much as the yard would allow, and ran up the wall. Well ... that was more half jumping up the wall than running up it ... She felt the old bricks under her arms and feet, and there inside she was - well, with the broken window frame. But that was an emergency, right?

She jumped to her feet.

“Don’t worry, lady, I’ll get you out! Where’s the fire?”

The girl - about twenty years old, covered in soot and coughing with smoke - looked at her wide-eyed.

“That’s it. Too much smoke. I’m delirious!”

Oh, well.

“This is real, lady. Yes, I’m naked! No time for that! What’s with the exit?”

With the girl still looking at her stunned, Velocity ran for the door. Ouch! Fire everywhere! And there are no fire exits in this apartment ... She returned to the girl. Well, it’s almost like saving a kitten from a tree, isn’t it?

“Lady! Please hear me! We’re going to jump out now! Curl up as tight as you can!”

“Wha...?”

“Brace for impact!”

Velocity grabbed the girl’s stomach and pulled her back. The girl screamed as they flew out the window. This time, Velocity calculated the jump and hit the ground first, her back down, cushioning the girl’s fall. The ground shook. Ouch!

It took several seconds for Velocity to catch her breath. She carefully pushed the girl off of her and checked her. No broken bones, she’s breathing. Good landing. The girl is safe!

Velocity stood up and waved at her.

“I’m fine. I’ll go back and find someone else!”

“No, wait! It’s too dangerous...”

The firefighters rushed to the girl, carrying a blanket and oxygen tanks. They laid her down and wrapped her up, but she pushed them away. Velocity turned to them.

“I’m fine, just let me through! We have people to save!”

And she jumped back to the second floor window. No one here, fire at the exit. She listened. Someone was screaming upstairs. Now, Velocity. If you run really fast, the fire won’t burn you ... And she ran in. The fire crackled and died around her. She felt a tingle on her skin and ... No! It didn’t hurt! Okay! Jump, climb the stairs!

She grabbed the hot railing with her bare hands. They bent like soft rubber in her grip. Velocity squealed - in horror, not pain - and dashed up the stairs, covering the entire flight in a single leap. Someone was lying on the third floor. She checked her - not alive, burns on her face, it’s not nice to look at, stay calm, Velocity - and continued on. On the sixth floor ... the heat and the smoke grew stronger, the air became unbreathable. But there was a guy who was screaming in desperation, working up the courage to jump out.

“Wait, mister, don’t jump! There’s no tarp underneath!”

She could jump out, no problem, but she was not sure she could land him alive. But she could run through the fire without burning!

She ran to the bathroom - there was no water in the pipes, but there was a full bucket - moistened the large towel and returned.

“Wrap it around your head! We’re going down!”

He wasn’t quite coherent, so she did it herself, then pulled him onto her shoulder. Huh, Velocity, there’s something wrong with this movie, isn’t there? It’s supposed to be men carrying girls out of the fire! She accelerated. The heat rose in her, and it was not the heat of the fire ... She was horny again, the same lust that came on every time she used her superpowers. Shit! Well, we just have to get down. You can do this.

“Hang on, mister!”

She half ran, half jumped down the stairs.

They crashed through the first-floor window, his clothes and her hair smoking. She set him on the ground and turned to the nearest fireman.

“Splash me with water, hurry!”

He looked at her, wide-eyed and with a big fireman’s helmet on his head. She felt her lust building up, rising ... Oh, this guy looks kind of hot too...

“Now!”

The jet of water hit her from behind.

“Ahh! Good!”

She moaned in pleasure. The water that poured over her bare skin immediately turned to steam and then dissipated into the air, but that was enough for now.

She smiled gratefully at the fireman.

“Thank you! I’m going back!”

“Wait!” He held out his hand to stop her. “We’ll take care of this, miss, damn it! Who are you, crazy!”

She grinned.

“Velocity, at your service! Super fast running, super long jumps! I can even hold my breath!”

“What are you talking about?”

“No kidding! Listen, I’m serious!” she broke free of his grip and spun around at full speed. “See? It’s real! How can I help?”

He stared at her wide-eyed, then shrugged.

“Okay, crazy girl, the building’s empty. There should be no more casualties.”

“Cool! And the firemen ... Do they need any help?”

“Nothing for now, young lady. We can rest.”

He and a few others took off their helmets and sat down on the ground, taking out cigarettes. He patted the ground at his side.

“Come here and tell your story. Why are you naked, for starters?”

“I’ll tell you everything, promise! But now...” she could barely contain her desire. “Could you fuck me, please? Right now! All of you! Please, or I’ll explode!”

They exchanged stunned looks. But they just slipped through the cracks, boiling with adrenaline and endorphins ... and this weird painted girl was literally begging them ... They started unbuckling their belts.

And Velocity screamed in sharp delight as the first dick pinned her to the ground.

“Yaaay! Yes! Yesss! Yeeeesss! Thaaank you!”

She felt the sting of pleasure shoot through her like lightning, the pain and pressure as the man thrust deep into her pussy, both painful and pleasurable as his huge cock stretched and filled her...

The fireman fucked her for several minutes, then came and was replaced by another, and then another. Velocity felt as if her body were an instrument, and her lovers were all great masters playing a magnificent, inimitable concert on it. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched as if possessed by a demon as pleasure rolled over her body like a wave, but it was not just a wave. It was an orgasm like she had never had before, mixed with the strong smell of smoke, with the ashes crunching beneath her.

She could barely hear the voices around her. Other firefighters, finishing their work at the scene, came to her screams and fell under the spell of sexual frenzy. Even some of the rescued women tore off their clothes and threw themselves on the ground, dragging the firefighters down with them. And then Velocity, still shaking from the orgasm, was rolled onto her side and felt someone enter her from behind, and grab her breast, while a guy knelt in front of her and presented his dick to her mouth. She licked it in one smooth motion - her tongue could move fast! - and sucked the entire length deep into her throat, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the guy.

And then there was a new cock in her vagina, new hands squeezing her breasts and slapping her butt, then a new one in her ass. The air filled with moans and the sound of slapping bodies, with the smell of sweat, and cum, and smoke, and Velocity moaned in ecstasy into a dick deep in her mouth, and came again. And again.

They slowly came to their senses, moaning and laughing. They washed each other off with the fire hose. Then someone said they would be in trouble for violating work safety rules and running around unprotected. They all laughed, including Velocity. It was great! She kissed every one of them - all twenty of them, including the three rescued women.

“Now, girl, you still owe us that story!” the man said, putting on his uniform.

“Sure!” she sat cross-legged on the ground. “It all started when I was in the shower. And there was my fan on the shelf near the shower stall, plugged in...”

A week later she applied to the Emergency Department. It took some explaining, but in the end everyone agreed that a super-fast rescue worker would come in handy. And if she needs so much sex ... she really deserves all of it!

There was finally a place in this world for Velocity.