Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 1 - 0

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Light seared into the room, a relentless flood that carved every shadow into stark relief. Five chairs clawed a jagged circle from the concrete floor, each cradling a girl—hips thrust forward, bare skin gleaming under the glare. Their tops clung like battle scars: charred leather, glinting silver, sodden rags plastered to their torsos. Below, nothing shielded them—exposed, raw, trembling. Black silk blindfolds swallowed their eyes, and dull metal collars choked their necks, leashing the powers that once torched cities and split skies.

"Today's training session is for 'Surprise Endurance Conditioning' ". Kael dictated it aloud with a smile.

Their hands gripped the chair arms, knuckles blanched to bone-white, an unspoken law etched into their rigid frames: don't move them. Kael prowled the circle, boots whispering against the strain-thick air. Dark hair veiled his eyes, a faint smirk tugging his lips—unreadable, dangerous. They couldn't see him, but his presence hit like static, coiling tight around their throats.

He paused behind the first—a wiry spitfire with crimson hair streaked ash-gray, spilling wild past her scarred shoulders. Jagged burns raked her pale skin, a map of her old chaos. Her breath snagged as his hand hovered—then cracked down, a whip-sharp slap against her ass that split the silence.

"Ah~~" she rasped, voice rough and starved, hips jolting forward. Her hands stayed clamped, nails biting steel. The sound ricocheted, and the others flinched, blind but bound to it, breaths stuttering in sync.

Kael's fingers lingered, digging into her scarred flesh. His power—Empathic Resonance—ignited, flooding her with heat, a molten wave that drowned her edges. "Mmm~~" she moaned, sweat slicking her brow, thighs clenching as her spine arched. The others squirmed, faint ripples of her fire licking at their senses.

He stepped away, circling to the next—a statuesque figure with platinum-cyan hair razored short, skin so pale it shimmered like frost. A silver-trimmed coat hugged her chest, but her hips glowed bare, defiant in the light. No strike this time—just a finger, slow and deliberate, tracing her spine. Steam hissed where heat met her chill.

"Nh~~" she bit out, voice brittle as breaking glass. Her head tipped back, lips splitting open. "Kael..." The word slipped free, nails gouging the chair arms. The air thickened, the others tasting her thaw through his touch.

Then the small one—jet-black hair fraying from a loose ponytail, gaunt face shadowed with scars. Her shroud hung threadbare, barely veiling her coiled frame. Kael leaned in, breath grazing her ear. She flinched, blindfold quivering. "Nh~~" escaped, soft and sharp.

"Stay still," he murmured, low, a blade's edge in his tone. Her hips twitched, but her hands locked tight, chest heaving. He pulled back, leaving her strung taut, a live wire unstruck. The others felt it—their breaths hitched, mirroring her fraying restraint.

Next, the girl with sea-glass hair—teal and blue cascading down her slender back, her soaked dress clinging like a second skin. She hummed, a low vibration, as Kael neared. His hand cracked against her ass—wet, muted, a dull thud. "Ohh~~" she sang, voice trembling into a plea, hips rocking once before stilling.

He didn't pause. From a table, he snatched a sleek, curved toy—its surface glinted, predatory. Kneeling, he teased it against her, her thighs parting just enough. "Ah~~!" she cried as he slid it home, his grip on her hip pulsing heat through her core. Her hands clawed the chair, body swaying, but she held.

Back to the crimson-haired girl, her flush now a fevered red, scars stark as war paint. Kael freed himself, cock rigid, and hauled her hips up. "Mmm~~ Kael!" she gasped as he sank in—slow, then fierce. His resonance roared, and she broke—"Ahh~~!"—a ragged scream, hands still fused to the chair as she shuddered, spent.

He withdrew, leaving her slumped, and turned to the platinum-haired one. Her icy shell was cracking. Bending her forward, coat rucking up, he took her from behind. "Nh~~ please..." she begged, voice splintering as he thrust. A slim, buzzing toy pressed to her clit, steam curling as she bucked—"Hah~~!"—her grip iron-tight.

The black-haired girl still quaked, untouched but unraveling. Kael trailed a hand up her thigh—no strike, no toy, just his resonance sinking deep. "Nh~~" she whimpered, hips jerking against empty air. He grazed her once, pushing her to the brink, then left her gasping, hands rooted.

Last, the compact one—storm-gray hair spiking wild around a weathered face, muscled frame taut under a shredded trench coat. Kael struck her ass—hard, resounding—then pressed a vibrating toy against her, teasing slow. "Hah~~" she grunted, raw and electric. He worked it in, static sparking from his touch. "Ah!" she barked, body seizing, hands clawing the chair's arms.

Kael stepped back, breath even, trousers smoothed. The girls sagged—blindfolds slipping, skin slick with sweat, hips red and trembling. Their collars gleamed, heavy and dull, chaining what they'd been. The air hung thick, laced with their ragged gasps and the echo of surrender.

"These girls were villains once"

"Murderers, criminals, destroyers. But look at them now. Successfully rehabilitated."