Roll of the Die 2: The Rise of Latexa
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 8:20 am
Hope you've enjoyed the first installment of the new Roll of the Die series.
Its subject matter is supposed to be a more prurient version of Dial H for Hero, with the addition of wish fulfillment.
If you haven't read the first story, I suggest you read it first before beginning this one, so you won't be confused.
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Now that we've introduced the main heroine, I thought it would be cool to add a sexy villain team, kind of this universe's version of Harley and Ivy.
I'll be adding parts to this second installment until it's finished. If people enjoy the series, I'll continue it on with further chapters.
Thanks for checking it out!
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"...and then, the cops took me away. Judge committed me to the psych ward, and here we are, about to both get out after a couple of grueling weeks!"
Siva Gress, the petite goth girl with far too much eyeliner, black lipstick and pale makeup caked on her face, had just finished telling the story of her exploits in the comic book shop to her roommate in the psych ward.
"Yeah, but I still can't believe that part about the magic die. It really can turn you into any kind of superhero that you can imagine?" asked her companion, a small homely sprig of a girl with bright red hair named Lexa. She was an artist, and scattered about her side of their shared room were numerous canvas paintings - on the walls, on the desk, on easels, and even stacked up on the floor - scary and splotchy abstractions, all created with colorful latex paints.
The guards frisked the pair every morning for weapons, of course, but paint brushes and cans of paint were never any problem, since the institution wanted to encourage creativity as part of the therapy. And Lexa had been stacking the paintings up for the past hour, preparing them for transport.
"Yup, it really can," nodded Siva. "And it doesn't have to be a hero in that boring, tired traditional sense. As long as you're the superhero of your own story, it seems to be fine. I can't wait to get my hands on that die again and become Aggressiva once more. I felt so sexy and powerful! Plus, I really need to get rid of those kids, including my ex-boyfriend, so that I can keep that die all for myself. Of course, I'll probably make a few changes to my power set and my costume, if it will allow me to do that..."
"Whoa, wait a second, you're going to go after it?" Lexa went wide-eyed, still not entirely convinced that Siva's tale wasn't based mostly in a deluded fantasy, but willing to play along. They were in a psych ward, after all. "You have to let me in on that action. I have a character I've been designing that I'd love to become. And don't worry, I'm fairly sure you're going to like her a lot. She's pretty hot, take my word for it. You like me a lot already, don't you?"
The red-haired Lexa leaned in and kissed Siva gently on the lips. In only a couple of weeks together in their shared room, the pair of petite girls had made love passionately several times. Siva hadn't forgotten her crush on her ex-lover Max, or her hateful mad-on for his new bitch Sonia, but her feelings for both were beginning to be mitigated by her new steamy relationship with Lexa, who was really expert at scissoring, and also a very good listener.
And the psych ward administrators, always thinking of ways to administer therapy on the cheap, encouraged love affairs between roommates, so it was all above board and even helped move up their mutual release date, which was coming up in a little while. They'd received their notification papers for decommission yesterday.
"Well, let's just say I think of you fondly," joked Siva, making Lexa pout just a bit. "Of course I like you, silly! Despite the absurdity of living in this place, at least it kept me out of jail and gave me the chance to meet you. And yes, you can come along on this caper. I'd love to see your character, and we're going to need your skills with breaking and entering to gain access to our beloved magical MacGuffin...."
Lexa had been interred after a wild burglary spree she had committed at art supply stores across the city. Because she hadn't stolen money - just cans of paint, brushes, and other assorted accessories - the judge, known for his liberal leanings when it came to nonviolent offenses, had determined her to be mentally deficient and immediately committed her to the psych ward. "My skills? What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure that there's only one place they could be keeping that die," explained Siva. "I know the layout of the comic shop really well from when I used to go out with Max. We used to fuck in the back rooms while getting high in the mornings, just like he does with that bitch Sonia now. But getting in there is the tough part, and you can help me with that. The reward is obvious!"
If this supposed die even exists, Lexa thought to herself. But who cares, it'll be a fun adventure, and it'll give me that awesome adrenalin high I get from stealing other people's art supplies. This dreadful place certainly hasn't cured me of that addiction, even if they think they have.
"And you're sure they have art supplies there? Like those little bottles of acrylic paints the nerds use to paint their tiny metal figures?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, of course. There's a whole shelf of them," nodded the petite Siva, who slung a small carrying bag over her shoulder. All of her personal possessions were inside it. "Steal as many as you like, if you need them for your art projects."
"You know, it's pretty cool that we're both into latex, even if we use it for...ah...very different things. That's one of the reasons I've come to care for you so much, not an easy feat for a usually depressed goth girl. Of course, the fact that you make me come like a beast doesn't hurt either!"
"And you squirt like a damn fountain, too!" Lexa chuckled. "Let me just finish wrapping up these last few paintings, and we should be set to blow this popsicle stand. We'll make plans at your apartment, and you can fill me in on the details. You don't mind if I stash my artwork there for a little while, right? I need a good cup of coffee and a sexy quickie from you to clear my head before we make plans as a team of criminal masterminds. Does that sound good?"
"Sure does!" beamed Siva, with a rare smile on her usually gloomy complexion. She imagined pinning Lexa up against the wall of her apartment hallway, making her moan as she thrust her hand in and out of that tight little ginger pussy. It was an exciting prospect, indeed, and she was all in for it: "My fingers are ready to fuck!"
Suddenly, a distorted announcement blared over the PA system, which had speakers in every single one of the inmates' rooms. "SIVA GRESS! LEXA TATE! Please report to the front desk in the next five minutes!"
The two girls looked at each other with anticipation. "That's us!" exclaimed Lexa. "Let's go, girl!"
Carrying the bundle of paintings under one arm, Lexa lovingly grasped Siva's hand, while her partner gave her a supportive glance.
They strode together out the door of their living quarters at the mental asylum for the last time, and into the blinding light of day.
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It had been a couple of weeks in the world of Sonia and Max as well.
After the whole incident of Siva Gress turning into an evil supervillainess and causing mayhem and destruction in the comic shop, Sonia thought that it was safer if her alter ego Crimsonia did not go public yet.
After all, nobody had seen her in the spandex costume except Siva, and anything that goth girl blurted out while committed to the psych ward was probably regarded as the ravings of a madwoman, and possibly a matter of medical privilege with her psychiatrist anyway. They didn't have to worry about her, at least not for quite a while.
And meanwhile, Sonia and Max had locked up the magic red die in the combination safe in Dan's office, located one room behind the staff area where the two smoked pot and had sex on Monday mornings. Sonia hid the "instruction sheet" that came with the die safely in her house, so nobody else would figure out what the die was for, and she simply told Dan that she was temporarily keeping it secure as a valuable promotional item.
But Sonia also recalled with great delight the incredible power and pleasure she felt when the die had granted her the form of Crimsonia. The beautiful long hair, her gorgeous full breasts, her contoured body in tight spandex, the whoosh of the silky red cape, even the feel of the sexy leather thigh-high boots...all of it had perfectly fulfilled her long-dormant fantasy to become a superheroine.
It was difficult not to obsess over the experience, and after two weeks, she finally gave in to her deepest desires, picking up her cellphone and ringing Max on a Sunday night.
"Hey Max? Yeah, it's me, Sonia, of course. Hey, I was thinking...our weekly Monday morning session is coming up, and I was wondering if we could bust out the die and try a little superhero action for once. Yeah, I'm serious. If we get there two hours early, we should have the time to act out a really hot scenario."
"If you want, you could bring along a cosplay as well to spice things up. Hey, how about that Daredevil outfit you wore last Halloween? I really liked the way your muscles looked in it, and that bulge in your crotch. OK? Cool. Bring ol' Hornhead along, and I'll see you at 8 am at the store. Get some sleep now - don't beat off thinking about me, eh? Ha ha! See you tomorrow..."
However, Sonia was unable to take her own advice, which she had just given to Max about the evils of masturbation. She was so turned on by the thought of becoming Crimsonia again that she had to pull the rubber electric vibrator out of her nightstand just to give herself some relief.
Stimulating the sensitive interior of her vagina with the softly buzzing device brought back the flood of emotions that she had experienced while in her superhuman form: desire and lust, valor and strength, and an overwhelming confidence which she had never possessed before.
"Oooohhhh! I can't believe how good it felt to wear that costume..to have those powers!" she assured herself, as the vibrator made her shudder inside with unbridled joy. "I need that feeling again...I've got to have it!"
After a few minutes, she attained an orgasm intense enough to calm her down a bit. But she knew that it would be nothing compared to the transcendent beauty she would have, once she rolled that die at the store.
Exhausted, she curled up on her couch and fell fast asleep, still cradling the sex toy and its extension cord in her arms.
Its subject matter is supposed to be a more prurient version of Dial H for Hero, with the addition of wish fulfillment.
If you haven't read the first story, I suggest you read it first before beginning this one, so you won't be confused.
viewtopic.php?t=37409
Now that we've introduced the main heroine, I thought it would be cool to add a sexy villain team, kind of this universe's version of Harley and Ivy.
I'll be adding parts to this second installment until it's finished. If people enjoy the series, I'll continue it on with further chapters.
Thanks for checking it out!
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"...and then, the cops took me away. Judge committed me to the psych ward, and here we are, about to both get out after a couple of grueling weeks!"
Siva Gress, the petite goth girl with far too much eyeliner, black lipstick and pale makeup caked on her face, had just finished telling the story of her exploits in the comic book shop to her roommate in the psych ward.
"Yeah, but I still can't believe that part about the magic die. It really can turn you into any kind of superhero that you can imagine?" asked her companion, a small homely sprig of a girl with bright red hair named Lexa. She was an artist, and scattered about her side of their shared room were numerous canvas paintings - on the walls, on the desk, on easels, and even stacked up on the floor - scary and splotchy abstractions, all created with colorful latex paints.
The guards frisked the pair every morning for weapons, of course, but paint brushes and cans of paint were never any problem, since the institution wanted to encourage creativity as part of the therapy. And Lexa had been stacking the paintings up for the past hour, preparing them for transport.
"Yup, it really can," nodded Siva. "And it doesn't have to be a hero in that boring, tired traditional sense. As long as you're the superhero of your own story, it seems to be fine. I can't wait to get my hands on that die again and become Aggressiva once more. I felt so sexy and powerful! Plus, I really need to get rid of those kids, including my ex-boyfriend, so that I can keep that die all for myself. Of course, I'll probably make a few changes to my power set and my costume, if it will allow me to do that..."
"Whoa, wait a second, you're going to go after it?" Lexa went wide-eyed, still not entirely convinced that Siva's tale wasn't based mostly in a deluded fantasy, but willing to play along. They were in a psych ward, after all. "You have to let me in on that action. I have a character I've been designing that I'd love to become. And don't worry, I'm fairly sure you're going to like her a lot. She's pretty hot, take my word for it. You like me a lot already, don't you?"
The red-haired Lexa leaned in and kissed Siva gently on the lips. In only a couple of weeks together in their shared room, the pair of petite girls had made love passionately several times. Siva hadn't forgotten her crush on her ex-lover Max, or her hateful mad-on for his new bitch Sonia, but her feelings for both were beginning to be mitigated by her new steamy relationship with Lexa, who was really expert at scissoring, and also a very good listener.
And the psych ward administrators, always thinking of ways to administer therapy on the cheap, encouraged love affairs between roommates, so it was all above board and even helped move up their mutual release date, which was coming up in a little while. They'd received their notification papers for decommission yesterday.
"Well, let's just say I think of you fondly," joked Siva, making Lexa pout just a bit. "Of course I like you, silly! Despite the absurdity of living in this place, at least it kept me out of jail and gave me the chance to meet you. And yes, you can come along on this caper. I'd love to see your character, and we're going to need your skills with breaking and entering to gain access to our beloved magical MacGuffin...."
Lexa had been interred after a wild burglary spree she had committed at art supply stores across the city. Because she hadn't stolen money - just cans of paint, brushes, and other assorted accessories - the judge, known for his liberal leanings when it came to nonviolent offenses, had determined her to be mentally deficient and immediately committed her to the psych ward. "My skills? What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure that there's only one place they could be keeping that die," explained Siva. "I know the layout of the comic shop really well from when I used to go out with Max. We used to fuck in the back rooms while getting high in the mornings, just like he does with that bitch Sonia now. But getting in there is the tough part, and you can help me with that. The reward is obvious!"
If this supposed die even exists, Lexa thought to herself. But who cares, it'll be a fun adventure, and it'll give me that awesome adrenalin high I get from stealing other people's art supplies. This dreadful place certainly hasn't cured me of that addiction, even if they think they have.
"And you're sure they have art supplies there? Like those little bottles of acrylic paints the nerds use to paint their tiny metal figures?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, of course. There's a whole shelf of them," nodded the petite Siva, who slung a small carrying bag over her shoulder. All of her personal possessions were inside it. "Steal as many as you like, if you need them for your art projects."
"You know, it's pretty cool that we're both into latex, even if we use it for...ah...very different things. That's one of the reasons I've come to care for you so much, not an easy feat for a usually depressed goth girl. Of course, the fact that you make me come like a beast doesn't hurt either!"
"And you squirt like a damn fountain, too!" Lexa chuckled. "Let me just finish wrapping up these last few paintings, and we should be set to blow this popsicle stand. We'll make plans at your apartment, and you can fill me in on the details. You don't mind if I stash my artwork there for a little while, right? I need a good cup of coffee and a sexy quickie from you to clear my head before we make plans as a team of criminal masterminds. Does that sound good?"
"Sure does!" beamed Siva, with a rare smile on her usually gloomy complexion. She imagined pinning Lexa up against the wall of her apartment hallway, making her moan as she thrust her hand in and out of that tight little ginger pussy. It was an exciting prospect, indeed, and she was all in for it: "My fingers are ready to fuck!"
Suddenly, a distorted announcement blared over the PA system, which had speakers in every single one of the inmates' rooms. "SIVA GRESS! LEXA TATE! Please report to the front desk in the next five minutes!"
The two girls looked at each other with anticipation. "That's us!" exclaimed Lexa. "Let's go, girl!"
Carrying the bundle of paintings under one arm, Lexa lovingly grasped Siva's hand, while her partner gave her a supportive glance.
They strode together out the door of their living quarters at the mental asylum for the last time, and into the blinding light of day.
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It had been a couple of weeks in the world of Sonia and Max as well.
After the whole incident of Siva Gress turning into an evil supervillainess and causing mayhem and destruction in the comic shop, Sonia thought that it was safer if her alter ego Crimsonia did not go public yet.
After all, nobody had seen her in the spandex costume except Siva, and anything that goth girl blurted out while committed to the psych ward was probably regarded as the ravings of a madwoman, and possibly a matter of medical privilege with her psychiatrist anyway. They didn't have to worry about her, at least not for quite a while.
And meanwhile, Sonia and Max had locked up the magic red die in the combination safe in Dan's office, located one room behind the staff area where the two smoked pot and had sex on Monday mornings. Sonia hid the "instruction sheet" that came with the die safely in her house, so nobody else would figure out what the die was for, and she simply told Dan that she was temporarily keeping it secure as a valuable promotional item.
But Sonia also recalled with great delight the incredible power and pleasure she felt when the die had granted her the form of Crimsonia. The beautiful long hair, her gorgeous full breasts, her contoured body in tight spandex, the whoosh of the silky red cape, even the feel of the sexy leather thigh-high boots...all of it had perfectly fulfilled her long-dormant fantasy to become a superheroine.
It was difficult not to obsess over the experience, and after two weeks, she finally gave in to her deepest desires, picking up her cellphone and ringing Max on a Sunday night.
"Hey Max? Yeah, it's me, Sonia, of course. Hey, I was thinking...our weekly Monday morning session is coming up, and I was wondering if we could bust out the die and try a little superhero action for once. Yeah, I'm serious. If we get there two hours early, we should have the time to act out a really hot scenario."
"If you want, you could bring along a cosplay as well to spice things up. Hey, how about that Daredevil outfit you wore last Halloween? I really liked the way your muscles looked in it, and that bulge in your crotch. OK? Cool. Bring ol' Hornhead along, and I'll see you at 8 am at the store. Get some sleep now - don't beat off thinking about me, eh? Ha ha! See you tomorrow..."
However, Sonia was unable to take her own advice, which she had just given to Max about the evils of masturbation. She was so turned on by the thought of becoming Crimsonia again that she had to pull the rubber electric vibrator out of her nightstand just to give herself some relief.
Stimulating the sensitive interior of her vagina with the softly buzzing device brought back the flood of emotions that she had experienced while in her superhuman form: desire and lust, valor and strength, and an overwhelming confidence which she had never possessed before.
"Oooohhhh! I can't believe how good it felt to wear that costume..to have those powers!" she assured herself, as the vibrator made her shudder inside with unbridled joy. "I need that feeling again...I've got to have it!"
After a few minutes, she attained an orgasm intense enough to calm her down a bit. But she knew that it would be nothing compared to the transcendent beauty she would have, once she rolled that die at the store.
Exhausted, she curled up on her couch and fell fast asleep, still cradling the sex toy and its extension cord in her arms.