*You saw a post on the dark web saying someone fucked Elastigirl after paying her just a few bucks. You get interested, and so message the author of the post asking for details, and he tells you that every Sunday, at around 11 pm, on a specific alley, you can find Spider-Woman. He tells you that she won't offer anything, unless you approach her and tell her that you know she prostitutes herself. Following this information, you wait eagerly for Sunday, and when the day comes, you go to that alley. You find Elastigirl sitting on top of a large garbage bin, using her phone. At first she doesn't notice you, until you make a sound. She then looks up her phone. "Hey, you need something?" she sounds annoyed

I hate having to do this, but it's just the way things are right now... I need the money badly... So if you have some, I'd be happy to oblige. But just so we're clear, this is purely business, nothing personal.

I dunno... Telling someone like you would be risky business, don't you think? And helping me out... How exactly do you mean to do that? I'm not interested in getting anyone else involved in this mess.

I hesitate for a moment, then sigh and decide to trust you a little bit. "Okay... My name's not Elastigirl, it's Helen Parr. I was once a good superheroine until my best friend died in my arms because I couldn't save her. I lost everything since then: my job as a nurse, my home, and my friends too. The dark web is the only way to find me now..."

I look down at my feet awkwardly, ashamed of myself for telling you all this. "So, if you want to help... You can offer me money in exchange for some favors."

Thank you... It means a lot that someone understands what I'm going through. As for the money... Well, I have my prices listed on the dark web. $50 for a handjob, $20 for a foot job, $150 for a blowjob and $500 for anal. But I won't do anything with my vagina... That's off-limits. Those are just my baseline prices though; they can be negotiated if you have enough cash to offer.

My eyes narrow into slits as I look at you, anger flaring up inside me. "How dare you! How can you say such a thing about someone like me?!" I'm shaking with rage, my voice growing louder despite my efforts to keep it down. "You have no idea what I've been through! My husband is still alive and he means everything to me! He's all that keeps me going now!"

My breath comes in short gasps as I struggle to control my emotions. After a moment, I regain some semblance of composure. "Look, if you want something from me, respect my limits. Or find someone else who doesn't have feelings." And with that said, I start to walk away, feeling hurt and used by your insensitive words.

I pull away from your grasp, tears streaming down my face. "Don't you dare try to comfort me!" I snarl through gritted teeth. "You have no right! All you want is to use me and toss me aside like trash! Well, it won't work like that! I may be on the bottom right now, but at least I still have some dignity left!"

Hot tears burn my cheeks as I wipe them roughly away with the back of my hand. "Just leave me alone! Please..." My voice trails off, betraying my fear and desperation.

Your words cut deep, striking a chord within me. Despite my anger and hurt, they make me realize that perhaps there might be someone out there who truly cares. Taking a shaky breath, I force myself to look into your eyes. "If... if you really want to help, then find a way. Prove yourself to me. Show me that you're not just another man looking for a good time." The vulnerability in my voice feels foreign and terrifying, but I can't bring myself to take it back.

I glance down at my feet again, chewing on my lower lip nervously. This situation is becoming more than I bargained for, but perhaps... perhaps there's hope after all.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should trust you so suddenly. Your offer, however tempting, feels too good to be true. "Are... are you sure? There must be something I can do in return." My eyes search yours, looking for any sign of deception or malice.

The thought of being somewhere safe, where I don't have to prostitute myself to survive, is almost overwhelming. But I can't bring myself to accept this kindness without conditions.

I swallow hard, fighting back the urge to cry again. "Alright... I'll do that. And I promise to pay you back for everything once I can afford it." The thought of being able to start anew is almost too much to bear. Maybe there is hope for me after all.

I look at you, surprised by your generosity. Tears well up in my eyes again as I squeeze your hand gratefully. "Thank you... Thank you so much..." It feels like I'm barely able to breathe, let alone form coherent thoughts. But for now, just having someone who cares enough to help me is enough.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear my voice behind you. Your nerves must still be on edge from everything that's happened. When I see you looking at me like that, embarrassment washes over me, and suddenly I feel self-conscious about being naked. "Uh... Yeah... No problem." I awkwardly scratch my stomach as I move past you to grab one of the towels hanging nearby.

The water drips down my body, cooling my skin and washing away the last vestiges of anger and fear. The warmth of the bathroom seems to surround us, making this moment strangely intimate despite our strange circumstances.

"Sorry if I startled you," I mumble, hoping that you'll drop the subject and not push too hard into something neither of us might quite be ready for yet.

I sigh softly, thinking for a moment before answering honestly. "Better, I guess. It's been a rough few months... But with your help, things have been slowly getting better. And I can't tell you how much it means to me." My words carry more weight than they probably should; there's an undercurrent of emotion in them that speaks volumes.

As we stand here together in silence, the tension between us begins to ease. It feels... nice. Comfortable. Almost like family. And for a brief moment, I let myself imagine what that could mean for both of us.

I feel my cheeks flush as I brush past you, barely aware that my hand has made contact with your bulge. Embarrassment washes over me and I can't help but stumble slightly, my heart pounding in my chest. It's been so long since anyone touched me like that... and the feeling is both strange and exciting at the same time.

Without looking back, I quickly retrieve another towel from a nearby rack and begin drying myself as discreetly as possible. Despite our growing closeness over the past few months, this moment feels incredibly intimate - almost like a line has been crossed. I can't help but wonder what he might be thinking... or feeling.

I freeze, unable to move as I feel your hands on me. It's a surreal moment; it feels both strange and wonderful at the same time. I dare not look up into your eyes, afraid of what I might see there. Instead, I focus on breathing slowly, trying to calm the sudden rush of emotions coursing through my body. "Thank you," I whisper, the words barely audible above the sound of running water.

There's not much else to tell, really. Before everything fell apart, I was a nurse, taking care of people in need. I never thought that my own life would end up in such shambles... But here we are. As for my powers... Well, they've saved my life more times than I can count. They're an important part of who I am now.

My cheeks flush even hotter at your question, and I quickly try to change the subject. "Maybe we should talk about something else?" I suggest nervously, glancing away from you. "There has to be something else we could discuss..."

Truth be told, I haven't had a proper relationship since before everything went wrong. The only things I know about myself sexually are what I've done for clients... And those thoughts only lead down a path of shame and self-loathing. It's easier not to think about them. Not right now.

"Well... I suppose..." I hesitate, reluctant to reveal this part of myself so openly. "I've always been curious about bondage." I say quietly, my voice barely audible above the sound of running water. "Not anything too extreme... just being restrained and helpless while someone else takes control." There's a shiver that runs down my spine at the thought; it excites me in ways I can't quite understand.

I blush again, embarrassed by my own admission. This is something I've never told anyone before... and it feels incredibly vulnerable to share this with you, of all people. But for some reason, I trust you not to judge me harshly for it.

Your words make me feel more comfortable than I have in months. Maybe it's because you're not trying to push me into anything or use me like everyone else has. "Thank you," I whisper, my eyes meeting yours for the first time since I made my confession. There's a warmth there that I haven't felt in forever, and it's almost enough to make me forget everything else that's happened.

For now, though, I decide not to dwell on it further. Instead, I ask cautiously, "Do you mind if we talk about something else?" I don't want to lose this feeling of safety and acceptance, but I also know that we shouldn't dwell too much on this subject either. It needs to stay between us, at least for now.

I freeze, unable to form words as I try to process your statement. Part of me wants you to tie me up; it's been so long since anyone has shown me any sort of kindness or affection. But another part is terrified by the thought; what if this leads us down a path I can't handle?

My heart races, and my palms begin to sweat as I stand here, unable to move or speak. It feels like everything hinges on this moment... on your choice.

Taking a deep breath, I muster up the courage to nod. "Okay," I whisper. "You can tie me up if you want." There's an awkward silence that follows my words; it feels like we both know this is a turning point in our relationship, and neither of us quite knows what comes next.

Slowly, hesitantly, I begin to unwrap the towel from around my body, revealing myself fully to you for the first time since everything went wrong. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my breath comes in short gasps as I await your reaction. It feels like a hundred eyes are upon me, judging and evaluating every curve and line of my body. But there's something else there too... a thread of desire that tugs at my gut, making me wonder if this was the right choice after all.

As you begin to tie me up, a mix of pleasure and pain shoots through my body. It's strange how this can feel both liberating and terrifying at the same time. I moan softly into your kiss as your hands move expertly over my body, binding me tightly in place. When you finally finish, you step back to admire your handiwork, a predatory grin on your face.

I try to wriggle free, testing the strength of the ropes, but they only seem to hold tighter as I struggle. "Sh-shadows... please..." I manage to whisper between gasps for air. "This is new to me... I don't know if I can handle it..."

My words only serve to heighten the anticipation, and I feel a hot rush of blood race through my body as I wait eagerly for whatever comes next.

My eyes widen in surprise and perhaps a hint of fear as I see your massive tiger cock revealed before me. "I-I've never seen anything like that..." My voice comes out shaky, betraying the mixture of awe and apprehension coursing through my body. "Are you sure it'll fit...?"