Story: Cocknosis Raildex

 

Misaka was not happy. It was not generally a good idea to be around a Level 5 when they were Not Happy. Level 5 Espers are capable of taking on armies. By mentally controlling them, by blasting them to smithereens, or in her case making all the metal in a five mile radius suddenly be a Bad Thing to be near.

Why was she in a bad mood? Because someone was kidnapped right in front of her, and the perpetrator knocked her the fuck out without her knowing remotely how they had done it. She still couldn't puzzle it out. By the time she was awake again her master was sitting next to some long haired looking guy with red hair and an unlit cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth. No sign of Index anywhere.

"What happened?" she demanded. "Where did that guy go? Did he knock me out?"

"Easy, girl, easy," the strange man said. "Be glad that he didn't go for something more lethal. From what I've heard, he probably could have - if he'd wanted to."

I looked at the clock on the way. I'd been out for about an hour already. That long...? 

"You really have a habit of getting into trouble, huh?" the man said to her master. That tone of voice! It was setting her off! She let a few sparks fly, and he gave her a very unimpressed look. "This is supposed to be the top electromancer in the city, huh? Quite the girlfriend you've got there."

"Guh-Guh- Girlfriend?!" Misaka stammered, elements of her tsundere nature slipping through. Despite the fact that he'd had her face down on that very bed not two hours ago, railing her from behind with his <i>enormous penis</i> (note: Penis was actually normal sized, it was only her own brainwashed mind that was making her think that way). "I... I suppose that is what you'd call us... Right?" She stuck out her hand, waiting for him to grab it, while her fingers were shaking and sparking with electricity. Touma took it, and her hand stopped sparking. "So! Who is this guy anyway?"

Now, what Misaka did not know was that Touma's memory had been fucked around with thanks to a certain adventure that happened offscreen. He was trying to pretend like he hadn't lost his memories, however, which put him in an awkward spot. How to introduce someone you don't remember meeting.

Usually this is due to the person not making that big an impact on your life. But in this case, due to the familiarity this guy had, Touma was pretty sure he should know this guy.

"That's right, I suppose this is the first time you've met him, huh?" Touma rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, this is Arrogant Jerk, and - "

"It's Stiyl Magnus," Stiyl oh so helpfully interrupted. Touma had guessed his character right! Of course he'd respond to a mocking nickname in that way! "Hrmph. I'm sorry, we don't get on very well. This boy's right hand is a miracle worker, but it is attached to someone with a rotten personality."

"Hey Misaka, is this what it's like to be objectified?" said Touma, little realising how many girls objectified him every single day. "I'm more than my hand, you know. Are you going to tell us about the jerk that took those two, or are you here to waste my time?"

Stiyl let out a world weary sigh, while Misaka was starting to wish she could summon electricity to zap him. For some reason she just... couldn't... Quite...

"He's the reason I'm in the city actually," Stiyl shrugged. "The situation is pretty complicated. Some background to start with. Misawa Cram School was established in Academy City as a means to spy on your power development system. However, it went rogue, and then a dangerous mage by the name of Aureolus Izzard -"

"Woah, woah, woah?" Misaka interrupted. "Mage? As in, magic? Pull the other one, it's got bells on."

Stiyl sighed, snapped his fingers, and made a flame appear on the end of his thumb as if pyromancy was supposed to impress her. "You occupants of Academy City are all the same. You're so drawn into science that you can't see the bigger picture until it's so obvious you have no choice but to acknowledge it."

Pft, yeah right. Whatever. She didn't buy a bit of it. He'd have to provide some pretty stark evidence to convince her that - 

"Magic is real," Touma said.

"Okay!" she said, practically shining with light, willing to agree to pretty much anything Touma said, just because he'd said it. "So, Izzard used magic to knock me out? Is there any way to deal with that?"

"Depends on how he did it," Stiyl said. "There are any number of rituals that could be used to knock a person out. What did he do, exactly?"

Misaka frowned. Concentrated, really thought about it... "He stabbed himself in the goddamn neck."

Touma nodded in reluctant agreement. That is pretty much how it went. He'd stabbed himself, and then Misaka dropped like a rock. Stiyl seemed unperturbed, which was in itself pretty perturbing.

"A method to focus his mind on what he wanted," he said. "As he is an alchemist that does narrow it down to a quite worrying possibility. Touma, I had my doubts when the leader of your city requested I work with you on this mission. Nonetheless... I am beginning to understand the reasoning behind it now. That hand of yours might be the only thing in this city that can truly oppose him."

"Hello? Level 5, right here!" Misaka said. "He got the drop on me once before, but -"

"But he'll knock you out again before you can do anything,"

Here is where Misaka decided that Touma was being polite when he introduced this man as an "arrogant jerk". The cheek of him! It reminded her of how Kuroko would -

Speak of the devil, she knew that ringtone. It was a warning that her horny roomie had sent her a text message. She checked it out, and - Bikini modelling? The hell?! What was she going on about this time?

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Kuroko stared at her phone and scowled at it, as if accusing it of a crime. Misaka had been ignoring her! Oh, how vexing it was! She must be caught up in some other business, though what could be more important than flaunting her body in a hot bikini? She couldn't even think of it!

On the bright side, everyone else had arrived already. Uiharu, Saten, Daisuke and Ruri. Kuroko looked over at Ruri with a mixture of arousal and jealousy. Hrmph! That girl had known Daisuke for such a long time! How lucky can you get?! She was able to completely slobber all over his magnificent, glorious dick all that she wanted, with not an inch of regret!

"Yo," Daisuke said, and Kuroko smiled up at him. "Something I can help you with?"

"Huh? Who is this guy...?" Saten asked. Kuroko looked around. It was just the three of them in the office right now. No coworkers. No bystanders, innocent or otherwise. Just them. Perfect. "Kuroko, why would you invoice some guy to -"

"Oops!" Uiharu suddenly stumbled forward, dropping the cup of water she'd been holding right on Daisuke's lap. "Oh noooo, clumsy me, teehee!"

"Gack! Daisuke gasped, he tried to cover himself, but the damage was done. Naturally, Saten's gaze followed after the trajectory of the cup, and... Well. Damp trousers aren't exactly known for hiding genitals, are they? Kukukuku~ You've heard of a wet t-shirt contest, well how about a wet trousers contest! 

Naturally, that wasn't good enough for Kuroko. "Oh dear you can't wear those," she said, then briefly brushed against the fabric, before making it vanish to the other side of the room. Saten's eyes went wide as they fell upon the enormous hog he'd been hiding away. For good measure, Kuroko then teleported her clothes off, as well as Uiharu's, Saten's and Ruri's too.

You see, she'd told them all to come in the bikini they'd be wearing for rapid changing. Wear it under your clothes, she'd said. 

"K-Kuroko, what are you -"

"Cooooooock~" Saten drooled, sinking to her knees right in time for the sudden appearance of four cute scantily clad girls to catch up to Daisuke's libido. His cock slapped her right in the face, making a big dumb smile appear right then and there.

"Hey girls, I'm ready for the bikini shoot - What the hell is going on in cooooooooock~"

Ah, that was her superior, Mii, who was right in the nick of time to join their little enslavement party. Kuroko tittered to herself, while Ruri grabbed Daisuke's head, made out with him (lucky bitch), and they could all get to the fun - the very, very fun - task of making sure all their friends knew their rightful place.

That place being: Worshipping Daisuke's cock. If only Kongou was here, she'd be fun to bring under as well!

"Alright, listen up, both of you," Kuroko whispered in their ears, as they fell on their knees and stared in rapturous delight at the cock before them. "You like that cock, don't you?" They both nodded. How could they not? "Very well then. I, Kuroko, am the keeper of that cock. You may only have access to it if you do as I say. Am I understood?"

"Yesh, Keeper of the cock!" they both said in unison. Hehehehe! Oh, good work Ruri, keep your hands on his ears, to keep their Master from hearing the commands she was filling their pretty heads with.

"Good, good," Kuroko whispered. "For now..." She nodded to Ruri, who took her hands off his ears. "Act normally, behave as if that cock wasn't that perfect, sublime, and worshipful." That way she could have her cake and eat it, too! Daisuke would think they were completely normal - when they'd actually be Kuroko's horny cock slaves!

"Whew, thanks Kuroko," Daisuke exhaled. "The last thing I need right now is to put more girls under my control. Um. Could I... get some new clothes while my trousers dry?"

"Of course, Mas- Mister Daisuke," Kuroko held out a pair of perfectly reasonable trousers. "Alright, let's go meet up with Kongou, okay?"

"Oh, Kongou was right behind me," Mii said. Huh? Right behind...? Kuroko quickly teleported outside the room, but there was nobody there. Oh, hell! This complicated things considerably!

"Pardon me, I'll be at the shoot soon enough," Kuroko grimly said. "I've got a stray to catch."