My Cuck System in a Super Hero world

Jack pushed open the double doors of the warehouse, now unrecognizable as it pulsed with depravity and neon light. 

The air reeked of sweat, alcohol, and cum. Women, or rather, Brandon's sluts, lined the room, dancing on poles, grinding on eager patrons, or crawling around on their knees, begging for tips like the obedient whores they were.

The sign above the bar read "King of Spades," flickering in red and gold. The name fit—it was Brandon's kingdom, a filthy empire built on degrading every woman in sight and cashing in on their humiliation. Jack walked his way through the crowd, his eyes darting to every corner of the club. 

The sight of naked tits, grinding hips, and women with leashes around their necks wasn't new to him anymore; he had started it all, after all. 

Some of the girls were heroes—well, they used to be. Now, they were just another set of holes for Brandon's clients.

He stepped over a blonde stripper, her face planted into the floor while a customer slammed into her from behind. She barely noticed him as he passed by, too lost in her degradation. 

Another girl, her lips stretched wide around a patron's cock, reached out to tug at Jack's sleeve, trying to pull him into her misery. He shoved her away, unwilling to acknowledge her pleading, cum-streaked face.

Jack found the stairs leading up to Brandon's office at the back of the club. 

He didn't bother knocking when he reached the top—there was no need. He knew what he'd find.

Brandon lounged on a massive leather chair, naked as always. His cock, permanently hard and dripping, was buried in Rika's mouth, her lips stretched open as she worked him over with a sloppy enthusiasm that disgusted and enjoyed Jack. 

Ashley knelt between Brandon's legs, her tongue dragging over his balls, leaving slick trails of spit as she worshipped his black balls.

Jack stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind him. "Brandon—"

"Shut the fuck up, cuck," Brandon growled without looking up. "You wait your turn, got it? These bitches are busy."

"Fine. I just need to talk." Ashley glanced up, her lips shiny with spit and cum. "Oh, the little cuck has something to say? How precious." She giggled cruelly, her hand slipping down to stroke Brandon's cock while Rika gagged on him. "Make it quick, Jacky. You're interrupting Daddy time."

"I just wanted to talk about the warehouse. You've turned it into—"

"A fucking masterpiece?" Brandon interrupted with a grin. "Yeah, I know. These sluts make me a fortune. Every night, they bring in stacks of cash just by doing what they were born to do—spread their legs and get filled." He leaned back, letting his cock pop free from Rika's mouth with a wet pop. "Ain't that right, 'Used Bitch'?"

Rika, panting and drooling, looked up at him with a smile. "Yes, Daddy. Anything to keep you happy."

Jack swallowed hard. "You're turning this into something even worse. This isn't—"

"This isn't what, cuck? What I told you it'd be?" Brandon barked a laugh, slapping Rika on the face with his cock. "Get real. This is exactly what I said. I fuck, they breed, and you watch. That's how this works."

Brandon then grabbed Rika by her hair and started to face fucking her hard; his balls slapped against her chin as her throat bulged on his 14-inch cock.

Jack turned his attention to Ashley, hoping for anything from her. 

But she only smirked, her hand now lazily stroking Brandon's balls. She was still in her new "uniform," a tight red bikini that barely covered her tits or pussy. The shiny fabric clung to her curves, making her look more like a cheap whore than the heroine she once was.

"You like my new look, Jack?" she asked sweetly, noticing his stare. "Your idea, wasn't it? Or was it Daddy's? Doesn't matter. Either way, you love it, don't you? Go on, say it."

Jack's jaw tightened, but he couldn't meet her gaze. "You look… good."

Ashley giggled, leaning forward to kiss Brandon. "Oh, poor Jacky. Always so shy. Don't worry, you'll get used to it. After all, you're the one who wanted this."

Rika squirted as Brandon finally cummed all the way down her throat into her stomach; she loved it so much her mind was going blank.

Brandon let out a satisfied groan, finally standing up from his chair. "Alright, enough bullshit. Closing time soon. Let's head back to the bitch's house."

"Anything for you, Daddy," Rika cooed, standing and wiping her mouth. Her naked body gleamed in the low light, covered in Brandon's semen and piss. 

With a wave of her hand, she used her telekinesis to gather everyone up, effortlessly lifting them into the air and opening a window for them to leave.

As they floated back to the house, Jack stayed silent. He couldn't shake the feeling of being completely out of control—of everything, and he loved it.

When they landed in the backyard, Rika immediately grabbed Brandon's hand and led him inside, giggling like a horny teenager. "Come on, Daddy. I need you to fuck me until I can't walk."

"Hell yeah," Brandon replied, already stripping what little clothes she had left.

Not even closing the door, Brandon began fucking Rika's MILF body right at the entrance while Ashley and Jack walked past them.

Jack sat down on the couch, his head in his hands. Ashley plopped beside him, her bikini still damp from whatever fluids she'd been coated in earlier. 

She stretched out, her legs crossed, looking at him with a now-loving smile.

Ashley reached over and grabbed Jack's hand, her grip firm but comforting. 

She leaned closer, her red hair brushing his arm. "Jack," she said softly, her tone more tender than usual. "I have something to tell you."

Jack glanced at her. "What is it?" he asked. Ashley's lips curved into a small smile, her eyes meeting his. "I went to the doctor today. I'm pregnant."

Jack's breath caught in his throat. He already knew this, but hearing it from Ashley relaxed his heart. "Pregnant?" he repeated.

Ashley nodded, her smile widening. "It's a boy, Jack."

His heart leapt, the weight of the world momentarily lifting off his shoulders. 

He smiled, his fingers tightening around hers. "That's… incredible," he said, his voice trembling. "Thank you for telling me."

Ashley leaned in, her lips brushing softly against his. "You're going to be part of his life, Jack," she murmured. "I'll make sure of it, even if you are nothing but a sad cuck, I love you."

They sat together on the couch, their hands entwined as they talked about the future. 

Jack asked about names, whether the baby would take after her or Brandon, and what they'd do to make him a cuck or a bull. 

Ashley answered his questions patiently, her voice soothing, her presence grounding him.

Jack laughed nervously at her playful suggestions, like naming the boy "Little Spade" to match Brandon's.

But the fragile peace shattered when Brandon's booming voice rang out from upstairs. "Ashley! Get your ass up here! Rika's warmed up, and I'm not waiting all night!"

Ashley sighed, the softness in her eyes replaced by a sharp, teasing glint. "Duty calls," she said, standing and straightening the red bikini she still wore. She turned back to Jack, her expression a mix of affection and amusement. "You okay?"

Jack smiled. "Yeah. I'll be fine."

Ashley leaned down and kissed him again, her lips warm against his. "Good boy," she said with a wink. "I'll see you later, Cuck."

With that, she turned and walked toward the stairs, her hips swaying. Jack's heart ached as he watched her go, her silhouette disappearing as she headed to join Brandon and Rika.

As the sounds of moaning and Brandon's crude laughter filled the house, Jack leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. 

He clung to the idea of Ashley's pregnancy. As he thought, he recived a new quest.

[System Quest - Villainous Transformation: Corrupt Ashley into adopting a villain persona and fucking criminals]