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Hypnorgasm
>> #459486
Posted on 2022-02-23 00:40:51
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Medium-long story by SettaFlamowitz on FurAffinity:

Even for a superhero, life wasn't always about taking down criminals, keeping up the secret identity, and saving the world. Sooner or later, everyone needed some downtime. The artificial island of Atlantis was a popular destination, where heroes and villains could go and mingle safely, with ultra-potent magical, high-tech, psionic, and warper-backed wards coating the entire island with a no-powers-we-mean-it field, and only in specially-secured underground dungeons could heroes and villains agree to voluntarily allow each other to use their powers on them. There were a lot of villains who always wanted to know what the heroes would do if they didn't have to hand them over to the cops.

And a lot of proud heroes who wanted to prove they could take whatever their rivals could dish out, too. That frequently ended up with lost bets and naked, collared pets trotting around town for the remainder of the vacation. Fortunately, the island's protections ensured that all such bets ended sans aftereffects when the vacation ended.

Atlantis wasn't where Setta had gone, though. There were some smaller, more private islands out there catering to just one side or the other. Tickets to one of those islands were hot commodities, and anyone who wanted to go had to enter a raffle just for a chance. Word had it that the islands had enchantments on them that prevented strife of all sorts, ensuring an enjoyable, relaxing experience without fail. Getting a chance to unwind in a villain-free environment was firmly approved of as therapeutic for hard-working heroes.

They had their own private plane, with four separate cabins - one for each passenger. The flight itself was luxurious; the cabins were so well soundproofed that the drone of the engines became nothing more than a lulling hum, and the in-flight movie selection was tremendous. Setta dozed off partway through an action movie that was still in theaters; how they'd got hold of it for the airline was a mystery, but the seat was so comfortable and the dulled roar of the engines was such a peaceful thrum that she just nodded right off.

When she woke up, the movie had ended, and one of the flight attendants had slipped quietly in. He explained that the airline offered a complimentary set of beachwear for the island, so passengers could enjoy going straight from the plane to the fun. If she wanted to take the offer, which was of course cheerfully recommended, he could take her current outfit now, and she'd get her beachwear before leaving the plane. After that pleasant nap, with the drone of the engines still rising and falling, thrumming through her entire body in what almost felt like deliberate patterns, she couldn't see any reason not to accept. He even helped remove her current outfit.

She must have still been a bit sleepy, because she somehow completely missed an announcement about upcoming turbulence, but the attendant helpfully reminded her. He asked if he might borrow her seat while they rode it out, though, and of course it would've been rude to make him risk moving around a bouncing airplane. He sat first, then settled her in his lap, using his penis in her pussy to help stabilize her, and his hands high on her hips, fingertips pressing at her labia, for a more secure position, which naturally he'd know all about. The plane certainly seemed to start bouncing around heavily, though nothing else in the cabin was being shaken about as much as she was, as far as she could see. The attendant explained the lots of people climaxed during turbulence like that, something about the body's instinctive reaction to stress, and he sounded very authoritative.

The turbulence eventually came to an end, and he got up, but came right back with some extra safety devices for her, just in case it happened again. Everything he said sounded completely sensible and matter-of-fact, so she let him position the extra hip restraints on the seat, with the two knobs to secure her pussy and ass, then the ankle belts to hold her legs safely in place, and the shoulder straps to keep her back from getting flung all about. He even picked a movie just for her - clearly a playful sex comedy, titled "Iron Dragon and the Junkyard Dawgz." All about a heroine getting caught by a small gang of redneck Mad Science types, who'd turned their entire junkyard home into a maze of traps and fuckmachines. The attendant helpfully positioned her hands at her cunt for her, and suggested she finish the flight by enjoying the movie. His specific words were, "You sit there and fuck yourself until we land, and let the hypnotics sink in good and deep. Not that they need a lot more. You're so far under you didn't notice swallowing my second load for your 'in-flight drink.'" It was charming, really, how elegantly he put that helpful hint. And she did enjoy the movie, watching the heroine crashing in the worst possible place, then getting methodically stripped, chased, and mounted.

The flight attendant was good to his word, too! When the plane landed, he came in with a set of beachwear for her, and unhooked her safety restraints. A fat vibrator went up inside her, with a curved bronze piece attached to the base, just wide enough to cup around her labia and reach up to cover her clit. Straps came off of that both in front and in back. The ones in front had clips on them that went over her nipples, pinching down and leaving the tender tips exposed, and then the straps continued up to fit onto a collar he provided. The straps that came backward from the crotch piece went to cuffs that he fitted on her wrists, keeping her arms behind her, with more straps from her wrists to her tailtip, making sure it didn't get in the way either. A stylish set of sunglasses finished off the chic look, fastening directly to the sides of her head very securely, and making a playful swirl of colors dance in front of her eyes.

He snapped a leash onto her collar and explained that he was going to be her tour guide and personal attendant, too, all part of the service! Or something like that. She caught the gist of it to mean that. The fun, casual local speech sounded sort of like "I'm gonna enjoy fucking you up and down the island." The other three passengers were wearing local beachwear as well, and smiling and broadly as Setta was as they followed their new guides down off the plane and onto the island. It was funny how so many locals had a vague resemblance to villains, but only superficially; if she looked at, say, that big dragon over there, she might think he looked like Break Drake out the corner of her eye, but when she looked directly at him, clearly it wasn't him. Break Drake's face looked exactly like that, for one thing, and he had that same scale pattern, and obviously Break Drake would have said "I'm going to enjoy making those hipbones creak!" precisely the same way the local dragon did, so obviously it couldn't be him. Besides, this was an island for heroes to vacation on in privacy, no villains allowed!

Her guide also helpfully clued her in on a local custom; dragonesses with pubic hair were considered unlucky, and were supposed to take it off where everyone could see. She was instantly pleased that he'd helped her avoid a faux pas like that, and he took her right up to a waiting pole she could get strapped against with a spreader bar between her knees, and he could shave it right off while she squealed her orgasms. He rather impishly invited several of the local males to come up and verify that she had a nice smooth bald cunt now, too, and plucked out the dildo from her cunt so that they could use their cocks to verify that she was smooth and slick inside, too. When they finished, her guide took a commemorative picture for them to keep in the hotel, then used a soft-edged plastic spoon to scrape the cum out from inside her, down into a cup, and convinced her to try the local drink, a penis colada. It had a warm, musky taste to it.

After she licked the cup clean, as per local tradition, he helped her get the beachwear back into place, pumping the dildo several times to get a good loud squeal from her first before he tightened the straps and released her from the shaving pole. Then it was time for the beach!

She was still beaming at all the fun she was having on her tropical vacation as she trotted along on the leash. The other heroines she saw were clearly enjoying themselves just as much. There was a narrow hole waiting on the beach, so she could lie right down and let her tail slide in there, pulling her wrists down to her sides and keeping them nice and secure, while feeling the hot sand pressing under her bare ass. The guide tugged out the dildo again and instructed her on the local sunbathing technique - legs nice and wide, with stakes and cords to help keep them that way, getting some nice hot sun where it didn't usually get to shine. Another local helped with the stakes, and he was so cleverly subtle and flirtatious, and he was asking for such a little, casual thing, that it would have been the height of meanness to refuse to thank him properly. "Now suck my cock and chug my cum, bitch," indeed!

She ended up spending almost the entire day sunbathing, and meeting more of the locals. They were a friendly lot, and had a charming way of starting a conversation. They'd come right up to her, lie down on top of her, and slide their cock right into her exposed, tender, shaved-bald cunt, then strike up a conversation. Sometimes they had the most adorable accents, even, sounding like nothing more than grunts, but she could make out their meanings. They were a witty lot, and eager to share their tips about how to better hold up her end of the chat - to rock her hips more, or squeeze down inside, or squeal louder when she came. She did her best to follow their advice. There was one fellow with the wonderfully foreign name of PaqMa'stir who brought along a group of six of his favorite doggies, a bunch of big wolfhounds, and he showed her how they could all do tricks, hiding a red rocket inside her cunt before blasting off and making her howl.

There was more fun to be had in the evening. Her guide had arranged a special private room where she could have some secret naughty fun, masturbating to her favorite pornographic videos just feet away from a whole roomful of people, and they'd never know, with the soundproof, one-way glass between her and them. She could see them, but of course they couldn't see her, and would never know she was sitting in that big chair with her legs spread wide. It wasn't like the glass was regular glass, or like they were showing the video on a big screen over the glass to let everyone see what she was pawing herself off to. All the other heroines were enjoying showing off, her guide told her, but he knew she liked to keep it private.

It was so exciting, knowing all those pointing and snickering people weren't actually seeing her, just the other heroines... and she was having such a delightful time sitting there spreading her cunt, stroking and rubbing herself so openly, watching the video. More Junkyard Dawgz, and she happily moaned and squealed as she watched the helpless dragoness on screen struggling in increasingly frantic efforts while the titular Dawgz were calibrating their Canine Cunt Crafter to her pussy, to reshape it so that she'd be reduced to howling pleasure at the feel of a doggycock inside her, and to cross-eyed submission if she took a knot!

After a few hours of that, her stomach was telling her it was time for dinner, and her guide still didn't disappoint. Guests ate communally, wrists tied behind their backs, kneeling and bending forward to share from a large central bowl, rumps upraised while their guides did more local customs. Setta kept squealing out as her guide worked the beads back and forth under her tail, but he assured her she was enjoying the tradition, so naturally she did.

Her guide took her back to her room for the night after that, and provided some pleasant nighttime ceremonies. He just had to tie her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, fit a muzzle and blindfold onto her, then a hood over those, and then make sure she was ready for sleep. There was a huge dildo that made even her adaptable draconic cunt strain, and three different vibrators, then a brush swirling on her clit to make her hips shimmy and squirm, and then he brought out a violet wand. For fifteen minutes he used varying intensities of electrical jolts to her clit and pussylips, sometimes even pressing it inside her, to make sure she bounced and jerked her way to real tiredness, grunts the only sounds she could make to express her violent climaxes. He finished her off with his cock, letting his heavy furry weight press down atop her while he slid inside her twat. He took his time, letting her squeeze on him from a mixture of remembered local customs, oversensitivity, and aftershocks. Then he finished inside her, pulled out, and left.

She was already falling asleep, feeling particularly refreshed by that hospitable evening rite, but she was excited, too. Just one day of her vacation, and she was already feeling so much more relaxed and comfortable. So many amusing traditions to learn about, too! She grinned underneath the muzzle, the guide's semen leaking from her cunt and the bed wet under her ass from her repeated orgasms. Such an innocent, helpful bunch of locals this island had. She had an entire month vacation. Surely at some point she'd find someone she could drop a few hints to, and have a little carnal fun, too. Sunbathing and dinner were good, sure, but she wasn't going to spend a whole month without finding someone worth having a fling with! As fun as the various ceremonies and rituals were, it wasn't like she'd had sex with anyone...
Nobody67
>> #459912
Posted on 2022-02-25 23:04:49
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NGL, that's a pretty hot story.
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