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Tits For Tat	By : M_K_Babalon Category: +G through L > Incredibles, The Views: 479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a story with underage sex, with characters I clearly and obviously don't own.

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Bob and Helen are reunited after Mirage set Bob free, they ran through the forest, and their lives on the line wasn’t going to stop Helen from the answers she sought from her husband. An explosion interrupted their discussion, right before they were bowled over by Dash and Violet.
“Mom, Dad, hey,” Violet exclaimed.
She dissipated her force field, caused them all to land in a pile.
“Kids,” Bob spoke.
“You’re alright,” Helen added, relieved.
“We were so worried about you,” Violet replied.
“I thought I’d never see you again.” Bob hugged them all.
Suddenly two of Syndrome henchmen flew in, circled the family, ready to attack. Helen gave one a nasty kick, while Bob punched one of them to the ground. Helen used her arm, grabbed the guard and flung him into another one. Another guard came from nowhere, everyone got ready, until Bob grabbed the Velocipod he punched down and hurled it at the man. Both went down in a fiery explosion.
Both parents sighed. “I love you,” they spoke together.
“Wow,” Violet said.
“Whoa,” Dash said.
Two more guards flew in with Velocipods, Dash ran and kicked up a dirt storm. Two on foot fired rifles, had their bullets deflected by Violet. Helen sprung a simultaneous attack on both. Bob yanked a guard through the bottom of his Velocipod, his fist cracked him in the jaw, before he was tossed. Helen punched the other. Suddenly they couldn’t move.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, time out,” Syndrome shouted and trapped the whole family trapped in zero-point energy fields.
They couldn’t move, and due to the quantum nature, were weightless, while trapped, as he waved them around.
“What have we here? Matching uniforms,” he said rather impressed. “Oh no… Elastigirl‽ You married Elastigirl‽ Whoa.” He chuckled and looked at the kids. “Oh and got bizzay!”
More of his men arrived with rifles ready.
“It’s a whole family of Supers! Looks like I hit the jackpot. Oh this is just too good!”
“Are we gonna kill’em, boss,” one asked.
“Oh yeah… we are,” he said in a hushed voice. “After I show them anybody can be super. We did it, fellas! We caught them! And we didn’t even need super powers.” He leered at them.
Syndrome crashed them into each other the moment he slammed the family on the ground, to knock them out.
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They awoke to Syndrome flipping through channels, trapped in his energy prisons. News report after news report. Bob and Dash in one, Helen and Violet in another.
“What‽ Huh‽ Huh‽ Ya gotta admit this is cool,” he said excitedly. It’s just like a movie; the robot does some damage, throw in some screaming people, and just when hope is lost; Syndrome will save the day! I’ll be a bigger hero than you ever were.”
“You mean you killed off heroes, so you could pretend to be one,” Bob spoke up.
“Oh I’m real. Real enough to defeat you! And I did it without your special gifts, your oh so special powers. I’ll give them heroics! I’ll give them the most spectacular heroics they’ve ever seen. Then when I’m old; I’ll sell my inventions, so anybody can be super. Because when everybody’s super… no one will be.” He laughed maniacally.
“I can see why he never wanted to take the risk of you being his sidekick,” Helen said coldly.
“Take the risk? He took more than that! He took my aspirations, my dreams… he took my respect—you were my favorite! And the punishments I had‽ For good intentions‽ Took my joy… all because he wouldn’t take a chance with me. I wasn’t like this, he made this. I then saw how you supers really are… the way the rest looked at me. You’re all arrogant,” he ranted.
Just then a few guards came in with Mirage.
“We caught her trying to escape.”
“Lock her up… I’ll deal with her later.”
Another cell was activated, the beaten woman was suspended in.
“Speaking of taking… I’m going to take a few things of yours, Mister Incredible. Dignity… sanity…” He walked over to the family. “Your lives, of course.” He rubbed up Helens inner thigh.
Helen growled and tried to move.
“Get your hands off of her,” Bob demanded.
“I’m gonna start by taking your wife.” His hand slid up to her crotch.
“You’re scum! And in front of our kids,” Helen snapped.
“Oh yes. I said I was taking his sanity. That means taking you alls, too. The quickest way to break a man… a father, a husband… is to go through his family.”
“You bastard,” she yelled.
“Mom… what’s he talking about, does he mean… he’s…” Violet asked warily.
Syndrome smiled sinisterly. He gave her crotch a squeeze, and backed off.
“Don’t worry… Invisigirl… Force Field… do you even have a hero name, yet?” He chuckled. “I guess it doesn’t matter, now.” He walked up to her.
“No you don’t,” Bob bellowed.
“Get away from her,” Dash yelled.
Syndrome slide his hand up Violets thigh, like he did Helen.
“Leave her out of it,” Helen growled.
“Oh yes. I’m taking her too. As you can see… I have a thing for slender ladies,” Syndrome said with a greasy tone. “That means I get to take her virginity! Bo-nus!”
“You’re a bigger monster than I thought you were,” Mirage said weakly, between coughs.
“Don’t you do anything to my sister, you creep,” Dash said.
“It’ll buy some time for the military to get wiped out, whatever heroes left, brave enough to show their faces, to exhaust themselves, before I save the city.”
“I’m going to crush you to paste,” Bob threatened.
Syndrome chuckled. “We should get started,” he said coldly. “Don’t worry… I might not be super, but I can promise you this dick is.”
The monitor shown the military fail at their attack, a few heroes came out of hiding to help.
Syndrome approached Helen, and fiddled with her suit. “Even I can’t deny this sexy figure, Elastigirl. Think of how many once young boys would be so jealous‽”
Once he got her suit off, the rest could just watch. Bob pulled against his restraints, but they were stronger than last time.
“F-fine… I’ll let you do it,” Helen spoke nervously.
“As if you have a choice!”
“I know. I just… please leave Violet out of it. Do what you want to me… just not—”
He grabbed her face and pulled it to his. “As if you have a choice,” he replied flatly.
He ripped away her bra and panties. Helens mature, heavy mounds hung free.
“Of course you shave down there,” he exclaimed.
He hit a button on a console, that separated her and Violet, and made Helen more accessible. Soon, he was undressed down to just his boots and gautlets, cock erect and swung free.
“Th-that won’t… no, not… not g-gonna fit,” Violet said in shock.
“Close your eyes,” Helen said.
“Look away, Violet,” Bob ordered.
“This is Elastigirl! Of course it’ll fit,” Syndrome replied cheerfully. “Oh, you meant you.” He smiled slyly. “We’ll see how much of your moms daughter, you really are.”
He stuck his hand in Helens crotch, fingers danced around her labia, she squirmed and tried to resist. His other hand on her ass, rubbed and squeezed it.
“You really know how to pick’em, man!”
Helen suppressed a moan when he rubbed her clit, her legs shook, and she started to get wet.
“There we go… good,” He whispered.
Slowly he pushed fingers inside. He pinched her nipple and pulled until it stretched.
“Nice.”
“Buddy… you’re going too far,” Bob threatened.
“I’ve barely gotten started. Let’s see how stretchy she really is.”
Syndrome pulled at her vagina, and it started to stretch. He let go of her nipple, it snapped back. He pulled with both hands.
“I bet I could get my whole head in here! I guess you would be the only one worthy of the mighty Mister Incredible.”
He let go and her vagina snapped back, she grunted and caught sight of his hard cock, it didn’t look too far off from her husbands. He rotated her at a slight angle, lined his cock up and stuck it in. Bob looked away, she yelled as it was forced in. Buddy shuddered once he was in deep. She was tight and wet, he held her hips and pushed deep as he could.
“This is… Incredible,” he cheered with a laugh.
Bob roared and pulled against his restraints.
“So soft… supple… thick!”
Buddy thrust hard in her, she pulled against her own restraints. She grew wetter, his grip tightened, he thrust harder, her body jiggled, she met eyes with him, his face had a triumphant look, as opposed to hers, that was pained while she tried to fight the sensations. Her eyes squeezed shut from the sweat.
“I might just keep you! You were a lucky man!”
“Mom, fight it,” Dash yelled.
“Dash,” Bob yelled.
“Oh let’em watch, it’s not like he’s going to live past today.”
“You’re sick,” Violet snapped.
Helen let out a heavy gasp , when he squeezed her waist down, hands sunk deep in her rubbery flesh, her thighs gave to each impact.
“Ahh… f-f-f-fuck,” Helen cried out.
“Yeah… yeah…I’m great, right‽”
The kids couldn’t look away.
“I don’t… I don’t want that,” Violet pleaded.
“Fight it, honey,” Bob cried out.
“I… I’m trying.” She had a hitch in her voice.
“There’s no resisting,” he exclaimed. “Enjoying the show?”
He proudly looked at Bob, then pulled her thighs open like taffy, and went deeper, her calves stretched against the restraints, his balls slapped hard and fast on her hung fat ass. She pulled against the balls her hands were in, his cock felt tragically good, an orgasm built quick, even Bob was never that rough, even if she could handle it. Suddenly an orgasm coursed through her. Helen gasped and cried out, yelped as her climax waned. Syndrome pulled out, his cock covered in her juices, he went to catch his breath and grab something to drink. Bob wanted to ask if she was okay, but he knew that was a rather dumb question.
“Bob,” she called out. “I’m… sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, honey.”
“Oh you don’t need to apologize for that rockin’ body, and puss-say! You are straight rubber, it feels like your juices are silicone lube. It’s excellent.” He walked over to them, but stepped in front of Violet. “It’ll help see if ‘like mother, like daughter’ is a real thing.”
“What‽ No, don’t! We’re not done… I can take more.”
“No,” Violet screamed.
“We’re not done. I know you can, and you will.”
“That’s enough, Buddy! Leave her alone,” Bob yelled with desperation in his voice.
He chuckled, and started to remove her suit. Violet squirmed and flailed.
“No, no, no, no, no,” she shouted.
“There we go. I do like them thin and fragile looking.”
Tears fell as her body was exposed, still budding breast, nipples erect from the draft of exposure, he touched each one, rubbed his thumbs on her nipples, she bit her lower lip and shook her head, wished she could turn invisible. He tilted the device at the same angle as Helen, for easy access. Slowly his hand drifted to her toned, flat stomach, smiled at her peach fuzz around her small, barely noticeable labia. He stepped back over to Helen, stuck fingers in her, moved to stick those fingers in her. Violet cried out and thrashed.
“A fighter… I love it,” he said menacingly.
“Get off of her,” Dash yelled.
“This is sick, Buddy. Even you should be better than this,” Mirage hissed.
He looked at her. “You think this is sick… just wait until you see what I have in store for you, for being a traitor.” He chuckled. “My men have been here too long without a woman’s touch.”
His fingers wiggled in her tight hole, a feeling Violet never felt before, his thumb rubbed her clit.
“It hurts!”
“So soon? Come on… I’m just getting started.”
Violet’s breath slowly grew shallow. Buddy smirked, then lined his cock up with her tight hole, and pressed. His still lubed cock pushed between her small lips, while his thumb still rubbed her clit. She grunted and her face scrunched, and contorted at his breech.
“Fuck, you’re tighter than your mom!”
Once the gland was inside, he held her narrow hips, used steady pressure and went all the way, he could almost see himself bulge her stomach as he pressed against her small walls in her tiny frame. Deeper and deeper, her breath grew heavier, until she felt like she was split, and exhaled what air in her lungs as a howl. He felt her fight against him, try to push him out, face red. Once deep, he paused to soak her all in, her tight pussy pulsed with each breath, as she whimpered.
“You’re hurting her,” Helen snapped.
“Awe yeah, when you’re packing what I am, ya do. Isn’t that right, big guy?”
Bob thrashed and yanked against his restraints.
He eased out halfway, Violet chittered through rough breath, he firmly pushed back in, her head went back and she yelled. His thrust slow and firm, he threw his hips in it, one hand rubbed across her breast. She yelped with each impact, body tensed with pain.
“Oh yes,” Syndrome moaned.
Her pain receptors were firing, but nature still worked, she felt something else well up in her, so faintly. It still wasn’t easy for him, despite how wet she had gotten, but he pressed on in his selfish pleasure and revenge. There was a report of the military beginning to fall back.
“Don’t worry… a real hero will be there to save the day, soon enough.”
He reached over to Helen and stuck his fingers back in her, and went deeper. She cried out when he was wrist deep. He went deeper, nearly to his elbow, her back arched, her eyes rolled back, he pushed until he saw his fist protrude from her stomach, like a hernia, then smiled at the sight of her pregnant with his fist. Rammed into both girls hard, they both screamed. Helen couldn’t deny herself that most of it was more of the surprise of being fisted, than actual pain. Violet wailed when his pace quickened.
“Dash… Dash…” Bob spoke quietly.
Dash didn’t respond.
“Stop watching, don’t look.”
There was still no response, he couldn’t look away, he couldn’t do anything but watch. Watched Syndrome take his mom and sister, watched them pour sweat, squirm, listened to them sound like they were in pain.
“Son,” Bob screamed, but it didn’t phase him.
An orgasm hit Helen faster than she thought it would, as his arm rammed and twisted in her. She was hit hard, cried out, her orgasm was more intense than any she ever had. Violet’s face was nearly red as her suit, breath was quick and shallow, she grunted and shrieked.
“I think she’s about to have her first orgasm.” He pulled his soaked arm from Helen, held Violet firmly by her waist. “Don’t forget to put this in her baby book!”
Syndrome focused on her, held his pace, her body jerked, her shrieking turned back into a wail as her first climax consumed her. For a moment her body locked up, she clamped around his cock as tight as her weak muscles could, until the orgasm peaked and faded.
“Atta girl,” Syndrome yelled.
Violet’s body went limp, she breathed heavy, he kept at her, leaned forward and sucked om a nipple, then opened the com to call his men.
“You boys come get Mirage, and have your own fun. You’ve earned it, fellas, for all your hard work.”
It wasn’t long before a few guards arrived with hungry looks in their eyes, quickly released Mirage and hauled her off.
He chuckled. “She might get fucked to death. What a way to die. Too bad, you won’t be going that way,” he directed that at Bob.
Violet continued to sweat, her body still limp, her breath shallow. He felt her loosen up some. The news reported that two heroes had fallen. He pulled her thin body close to his, her limbs pulled against her restraints, continued to thrust hard and fast in Violet, her body came to life with a gasp, then she cried out. One hand gripped what little butt she had, the other between her shoulder blades. There wasn’t much pain at all, anymore, and her next orgasm started to build quicker than the first one. She squirmed and her breath quickened, then her body jolted and twitched in his hold, when she had another orgasm rip through her.
“You’re a woman now, you’re welcome,” he said smugly into her ear.
Violets temperature rose, head rested on his shoulder, her breath was hitched as her insides were pounded, she felt each hit stab into her stomach. He turned and bit her neck, she stuttered out a moan. Her body grown weak, she accepted her fate.
“Give me one more, and you can rest,” he whispered.
Violet nodded. It wasn’t long before she felt that sensation again, it rose, she moaned loudly, yelped, her body twitched. Syndrome pulled himself free, she hung limp, he looked at Helen, cock still with more left in it.
“Now where were we?”
He rotated her the other direction until she was practically face down.
“Holy shit! Baby got back! Look at that fat ass,” he exclaimed.
He gave her butt a hard smack and watched it shake, Helen grunted and hissed , he smacked the other cheek, clenched his fingers as he parted her soft malleable flesh to reveal both of her holes. His cock still raring for more rested over both holes, slowly he slid it down, she felt most of his length move over her tight asshole, until the head pressed her pussy and pushed in with ease, quickly bottomed in her. Helen made a small noise through her teeth.
“It’s like Jell-O,” he said as each heavy thrust sent her butt cheeks wallowing up her back, even with his hands on it.
“Bob… is she okay,” Helen asked in a pained voice.
“Sweetie, are you okay over there,” Bob called out.
She didn’t respond.
“Violet say something!”
“Isn’t giving out secret identities against the rules,” Syndrome asked.
Violet hung there with heavy breath, her eyelids half closed.
“She’s fine. Just… tuckered out,” Syndrome said with a chuckle.
She barely lifted her head to look at her father and brother, ashamed that they had to see it, and that something in her actually liked it, even though she hated Buddy. Her body hung heavy, but she felt light, the euphoria not yet completely gone. She gave a weak smile before her head dropped.
Syndrome plowed into Helen, who did best not to give him vocal satisfaction. Her body, however couldn’t lie, that the pleasure was there, her vaginal walls clamped and released out of defiance.
“I bet you like anal. Does she like anal?”
“No,” Helen cried out.
“Really? I bet Violet wouldn’t mind,” he said so sleazy.
“Fine! Fuck my ass… I… I do like it,” she blurted.
“Great!”
He pulled out, spread her cheeks, forced his thick cock in her breech. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, he was in and a loud abrupt yell spilled from her mouth, followed by noisy, heavy breathing, once he was all in.
“I don’t know what’s tighter; your ass, or your daughters snatch.”
He pulled back a few inches and rammed back in, her cheeks cushioning the impact. Again and again. She grimaced and took it.
“It doesn’t sound like you like it.”
“Oh… I d-do!”
He held her cheeks open and sped up, the smacking could be heard just over the monitor, he breathed heavy. She thought he was ready to release, and it would be over with, then they could figure out how to escape. She could feel his full length, not used to anal he actually felt bigger. Each stroke hurt and made her feel like she had to use the bathroom. Then he stopped, she was able to catch her breath, and noticed he started to pull out.
“Done already?”
He chuckled. “You wish!”
Suddenly she felt something bigger, push in. She cried out, it was thicker, longer.
“You like anal, you’ll love this.”
Syndrome had his arm in her, again up to his elbow. The boys could again, see his fist protrude from her stomach. He stuck his other arm back in her pussy, and started alternating the reciprocation. She howled, her face was red, the pain battled her orgasm, her body shook, her muscles wouldn’t retract or constrict, too weak and too stretched. Violet looked over, voice too tired to say anything.
“You’re wasting your powers on being a hero, you’re perfect for porn,” he said.
He pulled his arm from her pussy and stroked his cock.
“That was a good break.”
When he went to pull his other arm free, his gauntlet caught on her anal walls and pulled it with him.
“Oh? This’ll be fun.”
He grabbed at her walls, pulled and forced a prolapse the length of his elbow foreword. He gave her prolapse a squeeze, then took his cock and stuck it in the mass of flesh. The whole thing was an odd, uncomfortable feeling for her. He used it as a cock sleeve to masturbate with both hands. Bob looked away in horror, all Dash and Violet could do is cry.
“Maybe I should just keep you both.”
She felt her loins tugged and pulled as he masturbated himself with them. Finally he started to succumb to his erotic revenge, he moaned loudly with pleasure. He pulled out and her prolapse plop down and continued with his hand. He stepped around and faced Violet, tilted her more, lifted her head by her chin, pressed in her jaws to open her mouth.
“Open wide.”
She did as told, he fed her his cock halfway in her small mouth, strokes the rest until he started to cum. He released down her throat, into her mouth, pulled out and a stream hit Helen in the face as he pressed his gland in her mouth to feed her the rest. Violet swallowed some and coughed at the taste.
“That was great… good job girls!” He walked towards Bob, his cock swung. “So how does it feel to lose?”
“I’m going to make you wish I’d kill you, when I’m done with you,” he replied coldly.
Syndrome just laughed. “Know what I think? I think once I get back from being a real hero… I’ll celebrate with a round two, before I kill all of you. Of course being my toys might still be on the table. I’ll need somebody to replace Mirage. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Just sit tight and watch me work.”
Syndrome walked away.
“Are you two okay,” Bob asked.
Helen looked up. “I’ve been better, it’s the kids I’m worried about.”
“Kids,” he called out.
Both simply stared at the direction they faced.
“Hey… it’s all gonna be fine… we’re gonna break out of here and stop that villain,” Bob reassured.
“Yeah, we’ll get you both home and safe,” Helen said.
“I want him to suffer,” Dash finally spoke.
“M-me… too,” Violet said, unsure.
The parents exchanged looks.
“We need to figure out how to get free,” Helen stated.
“I… I’ll… help.”
They look over towards the voice, and see Mirage limp towards them, covered in cum, bruises, hair a mess, naked sans for one broken heel.
“He’s going to rue this day,” she said full of exhaustion.
She walked up to Violet, who just looked at her.
“You didn’t deserve this. You’re just a child… I had no clue he was capable,” she said with tired sympathy, and closed Violets suit.
Mirage deactivated Bob and Dash first, they rushed over to catch the girls, as she released them. Helen reached and pushed her prolapse back in, with a hitch in her breath.
“The hanger is… this way. So is one of the break rooms. You’ll need your energy.”
“Thanks… Mirage,” Bob said.
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Once they fed themselves they went to the hanger to figure out the fastest way back. There was only a few VTOL planes, another rocket, and a GMC RV.
“These won’t get us there fast enough. We’ll need the rocket,” Helen stated.
“There’s no way we can fly a rocket,” Dash said.
“You’re right, but these are desperate times.” Helen looked at the RV.
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