Velocity (1/3)

The story of a super girl who has to be naked to use her powers. And not only that... Part 1/3

Of course, she knew very well that electrical appliances should be kept away from the bathroom. Everyone had warned her a thousand times. But on the other hand, why did the bathroom have an outlet near the mirror shelf? And it was so convenient to dry her hair and body immediately after turning off the water ... So she (like probably many other girls) kept her fan on the shelf near the shower stall, plugged in. After all, she did it all the time and nothing happened, right?

Robin took a shower just the way she liked it - hot and long. She was home alone, her parents were still at work, so she had all the time she wanted. She splashed around, humming a song, washing herself thoroughly, running her hands over her smooth skin, pointing the hose in all the right places, enjoying the sensations...

Then she probably made a wrong move and hit the fan with her elbow. Or it slipped off the damp shelf by itself. Robin couldn’t remember later, several moments were literally erased from her memory by the shock. But suddenly there was an unpleasant crackling sound - the fan fell from the shelf into the shower stall next to Robin, right between her feet! Its plastic casing fell apart, and it immediately sparkled.

She barely managed to back away, lifting one leg over the fan as if trying to do the split (her flexibility was impressive for someone her age). And, as she later understood, she was saved by a couple of things: first, she was taking the shower, not the full bath; and second, she was holding the shower hose in her hand, not hanging from the wall. So when the electric shock went through her whole body from her foot to her shoulder where the water jets hit her, she convulsed, dropped the hose (the water hit her crotch from underneath - another electric shock), and that broke the circuit.

The fan by her foot kept sparking, so Robin managed to grab the power cord and pull it out of the socket. The insulation must have broken when the fan fell, so she was shocked again, from her hand to her foot. And finally it was all over.

The next thing Robin remembered was being curled up on the wet tiled floor, shaking and whimpering, the shower head next to her still spraying hot water at her back. She felt like shit. She was confused, dizzy, hot and cold at the same time, and sore all over, but especially in her limbs and crotch. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, but it was slowing down, returning to normal.

With a groan, she slowly stood up, taking care not to slip and fall again. Then she closed the water and stood for a while, catching her breath. God, it was close! But she survived. After a while, she put the shower head back in its holder, dried herself more or less with the towel, picked up the burnt out fan from the floor (it gave off an acrid smell of burnt insulation) and threw it in the trash can.

She spent several hours just lying naked on her bed, feeling strange. Well, she was shaken and got a few bruises from falling down, but that’s all. It should all pass quickly, right? But her whole body continued to throb and ache - it seemed to come and go in waves, pulsing with a peculiar mixture of mild pain and pleasure. Stranger still, Robin felt sexually aroused. Not much, but still. It was weird ... But maybe it wasn’t anything unusual - she’d survived the near-death experience, so maybe her body was telling her how to recover? Robin masturbated, slowly at first, then suddenly violently.

She rubbed her clit mercilessly with all four fingers and could not get enough. She squirmed, squeezed her breasts with her other hand, pinched her nipples, bit her lips, and came again and again, moaning and thrashing. She rubbed her vaginal entrance until a brief sting of pain told her she’d broken her hymen. Well, no big deal, she’d heard it happened sometimes. She licked the smear of blood mixed with her juices from the palm of her hand and continued. She rubbed her clit some more until it became too painful, then she pushed her fingers into her virgin hole, stretching it, reaching for the G-spot, which she knew had to be there somewhere. She found it. She rubbed it vigorously and came again, curling and arching and thrashing on the bed. Then she continued.

Her hand numbed and she switched to another. She rubbed her pussy with her palm, like playing a heavy metal solo, from presto to prestissimo, and squirted for the first time in her life, watching with her mouth wide open and her tongue drooling as a little fountain shot out of her red, pulsating cunt. She stopped. Catch her breath. Take a break. Rub some more, spread her legs wide, pull her knees up to her ears, and her reddened insides opened to the world. Scream of sharp pleasure mixed with equally sharp pain in her chafed tenderness, and squirt another fountain. And again.

Then she must have fainted for a moment.

When she came back to her senses, she looked at the clock: she had been fucking herself for almost three hours! But that really helped, the strange feelings went away. And, strangely, her pussy was still sensitive, but without any signs of the terrible painful soreness she must have gotten.

She just managed to put on some home clothes just in time when her parents arrived. She did not tell them about the incident. The fan just fell to the floor and burned out, she said. It was old and needed replacing anyway, no big deal.

***

A few days later, as they were warming up at the beginning of an outdoor gym class, Robin’s sneaker sole snapped. She shrugged, took off both shoes, and continued barefoot. No big deal, she often went barefoot to gym classes, even if they were indoors. Running and jumping barefoot in the stadium could be fun...

She felt strangely energized. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was released when the shoe suddenly tore. She jumped higher and farther than usual during warm-ups. The coach even complimented her. But the real surprise came when they went for a 500-meter run. Robin wasn’t particularly athletic, just an average runner, but now in the practice runs she easily outran everyone. The energy overflowed her body, and it was strangely pleasant to feel the rough ground with bare soles, and ... her usual sporting briefs and top felt strangely tight, restricting her movements. But taking off even the top in front of the whole class was out of the question, of course, so she managed as it was.

When she finished her practice run, the coach looked at his stopwatch and frowned.

“I must have pressed the button at the wrong time. It shows that you are close to the world record for your age group ... Could you run the track again? No more training, just the scoring run.”

Robin readily agreed, even though she felt strange. Well, she ran fast, yes, but ... Wasn’t the coach joking? World record? Age group? Impossible. She was never a good runner. Though ... this unusual energy she felt...

She ran the course again, alone, this time really trying to get a good time. The result was truly impressive - almost ten seconds faster! Robin didn’t know much about sports records, but she was sure that even athletes trained hard for months and years to achieve results like that.

“Ouch.” The coach looked at the stopwatch. “The real record breaker! Robin, you amaze me! What’s wrong with you today?”

She just shrugged. She did not understand it herself. But what bothered her even more than the record ... She felt so damn horny! The air blowing against her skin was too stimulating, the light clothes clinging to her sweaty body - it was unbearable! How much she wanted to rip them off! And there was another feeling, the surges and twitches in her body, just like she felt after the electric shock...

“Okay,” the coach nodded. “Let’s keep an eye on your progress. You might have a bright athletic career ahead of you if you keep it up, you know.”

After the runs, they moved on to the long jumps. And again Robin surprised everyone, including herself, when after a short run she vaulted the entire six-meter sandbox and landed on the ground on another side. It could not be explained by the faulty stopwatch! A real record! The coach whistled in approval and jokingly asked Robin if she had recently sprouted wings.

Her classmates cheered, and whistled, and crowded around her. Everyone wanted to hug her or at least touch her, as if they could share in her good fortune. Robin laughed and grinned to them. Those touches ... all those bodies pressing against hers, especially boys ... It was driving her crazy! Her panties were already soaked and clinging uncomfortably to her crotch, and Robin squirmed with impatience. She had never fucked in her life, but she was sure she felt the overwhelming desire to fuck. She barely managed not to show it.

While waiting for the others to finish their scoring jumps, Robin sat on the ground, crossed her legs tightly and tensed her thighs. It was the hidden masturbation technique she had learned a year ago, it came in handy when she wanted to quietly get off in public. It worked perfectly, as usual. Robin flushed and did her best not to moan with relief. The tension had eased slightly, but the sexual desire remained and only grew stronger.

The coach whistled again as the last student completed their vault, praised everyone, and sent them to the changing rooms. Shouting and laughing with excitement, they walked to the school building, discussing Robin’s miraculous results, and crowding around her. Now or never ... Robin grabbed Tim’s hand as he approached her in the crowd. She liked him, and she was sure that he liked her back.

“Tim,” she whispered in his ear. “I need your help. Let’s get away from the others and find a quiet corner. Now.”

He looked at her in surprise, but nodded and pulled her behind him. The others whistled and cheered.

“Woo-hoo! Look at the lovebirds!”

Of course, their mutual attraction was no secret to anyone.

“What help do you need?” Tim asked as they turned the corner into the empty cul-de-sac. He was panting from the speed run, Robin wasn’t. She was as fresh as if she hadn’t sprinted at all.

“This.” Robin pinned him against the wall and dropped his shorts. Tim gasped in surprise and froze, unable to utter a word. In an instant, his dick was ready for action - young, healthy guys don’t waste time, even when they didn’t expect it. Robin stroked it with one hand, pulled down her wet briefs and stepped off them. “Fuck me, please. Now. It’s urgent! I need it really bad.”

“R ... R ... Robin ... w ... wait ... why...”

“No time to explain!”

She lifted one leg, pressed the knee against the wall, and impaled herself on his perfect dick. She kissed him passionately and began to move up and down with soft moans. Ohhh ... this was exactly what she so desperately needed ... She bit his shoulder to stifle her cry. Tim grunted softly in response - probably suppressing his own cries of pleasure as well. They were afraid of being caught by the coaches or teachers, but the excitement quickly won out. Robin jumped up and down, moving her hips, thrusting harder and harder, and he moved inside her.

She dug her fingers into Tim’s shoulders to get more leverage, he responded by wrapping her tightly, pulling her closer and increasing his pace. And so did Robin. Muffled moans, growing fast and loud ... Her chest heaved, her breath whistled, and she came first, biting Tim’s shoulder again, choking out a scream. Her heart was pounding, waves of throbbing pleasure hitting her body from her crotch to her head. But she couldn’t stop until Tim came, releasing his rich load into her depths, and it burned her like fire, ohhh, so great, so good, more, more!

They returned to reality. Tim was silent, he obviously couldn’t believe Robin had done this. He just held her by the waist and breathed heavily into her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. It was a pity that he had come too soon. Or rather, they came together. She could do this non-stop, forever! Robin shook and covered Tim’s face with kisses.

“Oh, Tim, Tim ... Thank you, thank you ... I was about to explode...”

Her internal tremors and surges finally subsided.

Tim coughed and caught his breath.

“You’re welcome...” He chuckled. “You owe me an explanation, please.”

“Yes,” Robin blushed and nodded. “But let’s get dressed first.”

They dressed awkwardly in silence and went to the changing rooms.

“So...” Tim asked.

“I ... I survived the electric shock a few days ago,” Robin replied. “My fan fell into the shower stall, and ... well, I survived. And then I felt ... different.”

“Different? Different how? Did it hurt you?” Tim worried.

“No ... Well, yes, it hurt, but I recovered quickly. But what’s important is that I felt strangely energetic after the incident, and horny, it was almost unbearable ... That time I helped myself with intense masturbation. Then today it started when I went barefoot, and this time it was stronger ... That’s why I ran and jumped so well, I guess. And then...” Robin blushed as she looked into Tim’s eyes, “then I got hornier than I ever had in my life, and nothing helped. You know the rest.”

Tim fell silent in surprise. Then he smiled slyly.

“You know what? This all sounds like some kinky superhero porn fanfic! Like Flash, but, um...”

Robin nodded.

“I’ve been thinking about that myself. Right, it all fits. Although I’m not as fast as Flash ... Then again, that was just a fan, not a lightning bolt.” She giggled. “I shudder at the thought of what my other superpowers might be ... and what kind of toll they would take on me.”

***

She barely made it to the end of classes. Well, she had never been a fan of bras, since she had to put them on the first time, but now all her clothes just felt too tight, too hot, too heavy - not begging, but demanding to be ripped off!

That’s what she did as soon as the apartment door closed behind her: strip naked, completely naked, with a sigh of relief that sounded more like a scream. And her body responded by erupting with familiar energy, like the sparkling bubbles in a stirred bottle of shampaighe.

“Ohhh!...”

She laughed and jumped, trying to touch the ceiling with her fingertips (which she often did, but never succeeded). It was a regular three-meter ceiling ... and this time she didn’t just touch it. With a soft splash, she spread herself out flat on the ceiling, pressed against it with her whole body, then parted and fell back. Robin felt it very slowly, she had plenty of time to regroup and land on her feet.

“Wow...”

She was surprised and frightened. She had never had such vivacity or reactions! She saw her bed in her room, dozen meters away, through two doors. With one long leap she landed on it. The mattress squeaked.

“Cool!”

She jumped back to the front door.

“Woohoo!”

So she’s like that now? Running fast, jumping far and high, landing on her feet, and who knows what else?

“Hmm,” she thought. “Since I’m a superhero now, I need a new name ... and a cool, distinctive look!”

The name was the easiest part, it was already scratching around in the back of her mind.

“Velocity! I’m Velocity.”

Robin liked it. The name fit her new superhero persona perfectly. But the outlook...

Robin looked at herself in the mirror. She had a cute teenage body - not too skinny, not too chubby, small breasts, slender arms and legs. But her best feature was definitely her flexibility. She bent over backwards, palms on the floor, and touched the tip of her hair to her ass. Then she straightened and looked at her reflection.

“It’s okay, but not unique. What is unique is my speed and reactions, less than Flash, but still like Flash...”

So what should she wear? A cape, tights, a domino mask?

She dove into her closet and pulled out everything she had that could be used to create her superhero identity. Some of her stuff would look good in a porn comic (well, you never know what a teenage girl might have in her closet... ), but she wasn’t going to go around half-naked - she didn’t want to be perceived as a slut. She was looking for something special. Something ... elegant.

At least she found a domino mask from the previous Christmas holidays. She put it on ... and the sparkling energy left her immediately. She felt weak and heavy. Um ... Mask off. Energy on. Mask on. Energy off.

Whaaat?!! She can’t even wear a mask?...

She tried again, just to be sure. Yes, the mask was interfering with her powers. This was quite unexpected, Robin had never heard of superheroes whose powers depended on their nakedness.

She tossed the mask aside. Then she put on a black hoodie with white embroidery that she sometimes wore as a Halloween costume. The hoodie covered her shoulders, torso, and stomach, but left her hips and legs bare. Yeah, it’s not exactly superhero style, but it was cool...

And it completely blocked her superpowers.

Robin snarled and took it off. Okay, this isn’t working.

Now she put on the leggings she wore in the winter. They covered her legs completely, and as luck would have it, she didn’t have any matching tops to go with them. So she added a loose blue t-shirt with a stylized yellow star on the chest. It belonged to her father and was quite baggy. She tied the hem of the shirt around her waist and admired herself in the mirror. A perfect superhero image ... And it also blocked her superpowers.

Admit it, Velocity, you have to be naked to do your tricks. No clothes at all. There goes her plan to not look like a slut!

She threw it all away and stood in front of the mirror, naked and ready for anything. And blushing. How could she fight crime and save the world ... naked? What would people say about her?

She tried to find inspiration in her memories of famous superheroines. She remembered Batgirl, and Catgirl, and Black Canary. All three had good looks and great bodies, and all were usually shown in tight suits. However, none of them were naked in the comics.

A superhero needs some kind of disguise to separate herself from her mundane personality, point. But what if she can’t wear a disguise?

She chuckled, half hysterical. Should she use body paint? She imagined herself in a phone booth, hastily applying the body paint for at least half an hour before she could come out and fight the space monsters destroying the city. She imagined the police arriving at the crime scene and asking:

“Miss ... uh, Nudeygirl! Can we call you that?”

“No!”

“Well, Miss Whoever? ... Why are you naked? Is nudity a custom among superheroes on your planet?”

She giggled at the thought.

No, that wouldn’t do.

But well, she still could play around with body paint, just to feel the concept...

She took out a small box of paint. On a friend’s birthday, they had played with the face paints, and the box had quite a few unused colors...

She dug a brush into the black paint and began to paint herself a domino mask, trying to make it edgy, sharp, and suggestive of high speed. Okaay ... Not bad ... She turned around in front of the window and added the yellow outline. Yay! Black and yellow looked great! She liked herself like that!

And, she sighed, she couldn’t do it in a phone booth every time.

She admired herself once more, took the sponge and started to wipe off the face paint.

And...

It did not wipe off. Not at all.

In fact, it seemed to sink deeper into her skin, leaving a dark stain. Robin touched it with her finger - the mark was firm and dry, as if it had become part of her skin. She tried to scrape it off, but it didn’t budge, didn’t peel off or flake off, it was stuck. As if...

She turned back to the mirror. The cool painted mask was still on her face, only now it was not painted, but ... um ... tattooed?

She whimpered in fear. Would she be stuck like this forever? How could she go to school or go out at all like that?

She tried to remove the paint, wash it off with soap, scrub it with a sponge, rub it with nail polish remover. Nothing helped. The mask stayed on her face.

She sobbed and lay down on her bed. Okay, Velocity, you lost this round. She put on her light homegown - the energy was gone, but that was okay - and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. On her way, she took a quick look in the mirror. Oops! Her tattooed mask was gone! Only her clear skin remained.

“Well, well,” Robin smiled. “I begin to feel like I know how this works...”

She dropped her robe to the floor. Energy on. Mask on. She pulled it back on. Power off. Mask off.

Robin giggled. Now she understood everything. It was still magic, but she understood it.

She came back to the mirror naked and began to apply the body paint. Angular flash lines that conveniently hid her nipples. Diagonal lines that ran down to her crotch and made her look like she was wearing a microkini bottom. A pattern of thin lines that resembled lightnings, but more like a harness or straps. Finally, a broad arrowhead pointing down, to her pubic area.

The result was ... interesting. Velocity looked like a cross between a supervillain dominatrix and a fetish model. A sexy superheroine.

She rolled the robe over her head - the body paint faded - and sat down on the carpet to think.