The water helps hydrate the young woman, as promised, and also soothes a throat she's coming to realise is sore. With a flush of embarrassment, she realises that she was screaming pretty damn loud last night - the next door neighbor might be annoyed or pleased, depending on their tastes, but if they were in, they definitely heard her. Heading to the next room, she sees Sapphira in an uncharacteristically professional looking outfit, while Esmerelda is wearing another borrowed costume, looking extremely tight on her due to their different sizes. "There she is." The redhead chuckles. "Have some nice dreams?"
“I was going to stop the bleeding you stupid-“ She grunted. Partly amused at such a stupid trick. Partly annoyed. She wasn’t going to be in that much danger from her own toxins, but that was a new one. Should be easy enough to counteract. But her patience was starting to wear thin. There wasn’t much tricks left to be used on a whim, but she still had the advantage. As things were, while he was the better fighter, he was badly wounded and Malady could pretty easily heal off bruises without much damage. Doing her best to stand straight, she did exactly that to heal off the wounds, only needing to stall into he fell to his own wounds, while springing up random vegetation to confuse him and create distance.
“Morning, Esme! Morning, Sapphira!” Azura greeted the pair with a smile, then shrugged. “No idea, I don't remember if I had any dreams at all.” She then focused on the blonde. “So, how did it go? What did your friend say?”
(A whole sentence being in italics means it's internal thoughts, right?) They know each other? That's useful. Or maybe something like this has happened to her before? No, she would fight back if she was concerned, right? Satisfied that she has something to go on, Calista returns her awareness to the suddenly drafty hallway, trying to express a fear she doesn't feel while burying any anger at her big day being ruined for later. "A-at least he's left now, r-right? We should p-probably check on Lee." Turning to walk to the room Lee's in, Calista thinks I could ask them to try sending security to the other building, but this is just the kind of thing Sonata needs to get his career going! Imagine that! Rescuing a famous damsel in distress will do wonders for him, and Lana owing a favor will be useful. This'll be great! Calista did her best to keep a smile off her face. Upon entering Lee's room, Calista will tentatively ask the others if they know first aid and will ask Lee what happened, assuming he's awake. [edit: grammar]
Shaking his head, Squidlock sends out several tentacles to grab her again. One around each breast, squeezing and pulling on them as the tips press down on her nipples. At the same time another slides between her legs, stroking back and forth against her pussy in an obscene form of petting as he gets close enough to grab her chin with his hand and tilt her head up to look into his eyes (and hopefully distracting her enough to make her lose focus on her fire spell). "I see I'm not going to be able to take my eyes off you until your first spawn are ready," he chuckles, "But at this rate that should only be a day or two. Then they'll be the ones keeping you... company for a while as I work on building and expanding our happy home and family."
Faye's body shook, as the man practically admitted to killing her fellow Kaen. She swallowed. "Am I also poking places I shouldn't?" Faye paused and bit her lip, as the cold of the night caressed her tender flesh. Her cheeks flushed and a soft moan escaped her throat. The man was practically stripping her in the banquet... and she loved how dominating he was over her. "You certainly are~" Her breath hitched up, as he squeezed both of her breasts. Her mind blanked for a moment, and then his hands moved down her sides. "Interfere in matters beyond my comprehension, ha~?" He pushed the material of her dress down. She could feel the silk slide down her hips and travel down her legs, before landing on the ground. She was standing on a balcony, in the middle of the city, wearing only lace stockings, heels and jewellery. If someone came at this moment... or someone looked at the balcony. Her body shook - and it wasn't only from the chill. "You certainly are~" The man put cupped her cheek, caressing it, sending shivers down her spine. A moan escaped her throat as she pushed her cheek into the man's hand in a submissive gesture. The male was pushing all her buttons. His hand moved over her head as if he was patting her or combing her hair... then, when his hand was behind her head, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing Faye to turn around. Yesss.... he pushed all her buttons. If anyone looked through a window, they would see her... her naked breasts, her erect nipples- they weren't just erect from the chill. No, despite the chill, her body was burning. "Is that why you are here – ah!?" Her eyes widened as she felt the man lock a black choker around her neck - with pure gold sewn into the side facing her skin. "Ahh~" Faye moaned pushing her chest forward, her breasts bouncing as the pure gold took effect. She felt her strength leaving her and her lust growing. She grabbed the barrier, as her legs shook, as climaxed rolled over her body. “Gh!” The blond groaned as the man tightened the choker, before clasping it – leaving it deliciously tight. "Mh~" she released another moan as she squirted, her juices splashed on the balcony. Her mind blanked, as she breathed deeply, her body raidings waves of pleasure... Click. She blinked as she realised that he locked her hands parallel to the ground with some kind of cuffs. "I used those cuffs on Blue Streak when I was beginning my fun with her. Thought you would appreciate the geasture~" He reached out, holding a black piece of material in his hand. It took a moment for Faye to realise this was her dress. "Since you are about to find yourself in exactly the same situation." He let go of the material. She watched with a sinking feeling, as the wind caught the black silk dress, blew it down and away... She shuddered at the sight – there was something finite about this... She turned around, as she felt something poke her back. She noticed the man's massive dick, now in the open... it was even bigger than it was in the porn clips! Slowly, she fell to her knees – she shivered as cold night wind blew – she leaned forward and kissed the dick. Then again. And again. Finally, she took it into her mouth, and started slowly bobbing her head, then faster, more eagerly. The taste made her head spin- "Here you are. Got a fire?" Faye froze, as she heard a female voice coming over. Faye did not dare to move, to make a sound. The clicking of the heels, came closer and closer until they stopped right next to her... Faye could not see anything from her position, but maybe she was not noticed- "Thanks. I see you already found yourself a bitch." Faye's heart stopped and she suddenly felt colder, as she realised she was noticed. "Did I tell you to stop?" The man growled, making Faye shake. She quickly resumed giving him a blowjob. "Hm, ghu, slurp, gih, hju!" Obscene noises filled the balcony, as she eagerly tried to please the man with her mouth. For two minutes, those were only sounds, as the man and the woman stayed silent. Only sounds of a woman exhaling, as she smoked, could be heard from time to time. "Is she good?" Finally, the woman asked. It was humiliating being treated like an accessory, barely worth attention... and it made Faye even wetter. Suddenly the man grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled – his dick pushed deep into her throat, quickly filling it and blocking her ability to breathe. Faye shuddered, as another climax rocked her body. "Barely passable." The man sighted disappointed, as he started moving his hand holding blond's hair, facefucking her. Her saliva fell on her chest richly, as she choked on his cock. Her struggles became livelier as she felt him approaching his peak. "So, who is she?" Faye heard the woman ask, just as the man exploded into her mouth. She gulped, as she swallowed the thick warm sperm, but soon she realised that there was too much of it. She started coughing, as the sperm splashed over her chin and breasts. "Faye Cox, owner of Fox Corporation. Also known as Hero Amethyst Heart." Faye barely had time to notice that the man had demasked her, as he raised her by the hair and pushed her against the balcony's railing. The man grabbed her by the throat and slowly started sliding his still hard dick into her snatch. "Oh? I always thought the stuck-up bitch of heroine knew too much of the inner workings of the city. Now I know how. She was part of invest comity." Faye managed to glance at the woman, and for the first time catch sight of who was she. Her eyes widened as she recognized the Kizuhara Aoi – the city's mayor. "Ugh~!" Faye arched as the man's shaft slammed into the back of her womb. Her eyes rolled back as the orgasm shook her body. Without care for her, the man started thrusting into her. "Yh! Uh! Ah!" She moaned once and again. "Will you be disposing of her?" Kizuhara asked, her tone rather bored. Faye realised that her ass was on the balcony's rail, and her torso was hanging over the street... that was a long way down. And without her powers... Her body shook as another climax shot through her. She grabbed the man with her legs, trying to keep herself from falling, should he let her go. "Pity. I wanted the bitch to pleasure me under my desk, while I was working." What? Did Faye miss the man's answer? When? When she was climaxing? Then what did- "Ahmm~!" Faye arched as she felt the warm liquid in her womb – her body reacted climaxing... She felt her leg weaken... and suddenly she was falling... … Faye, still climaxing, blinked, as was held by shins, as the rest of her body was hanging behind the balcony's railing. "Dammit, if you are getting rid of the whore, do it elsewhere!" She could hear Kizuhara speak annoyed. Slowly, she was pulled up, back to the balcony. She was dropped unceremonially on the cold balcony – right into a pool of her own juices. Faye was to exhausted with orgasms, to even move... "I don't need a scandal with a dead slut during Arch's banquet. The one you left on the beach was troublesome enough." Faye could see from her angle, the unnamed man's boots and Kizuhara's heels. "Oh~" The blond moaned, as the man raised her by the hair, forcing her to stand again. She presented a sorry sight. A blond with her hair a mess, wearing only black lace stockings, black high-heels with straps around the ankle, a pair of earrings, a black choker and with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her black mascara was smudged, her chin and breasts covered with saliva, sex juices and man's sperm, her pussy, thighs and stockings wet from the countless climaxes she experienced. She looked more like a slut or a hooker, rather than a successful businesswoman. "Just take the cargo elevator to the garage, and take her somewhere else." Kizuhara waved her hand, as she turned around and left. The man, holding blond by the hair, started pulling her to the cargo lift. Blond's heels clicked loudly, as she submissively followed the man's lead...
Spoiler: Speed Roll D100: Malady: 13+20 (Collar) Gang Leader: 16+25 (Superhuman Speed) Vanessa flings herself forward, the world around the Rabid Lady slowing down as she charges the gang at speeds beyond what any human would be capable of. She feels her fists crunching into jaws and stomachs, armed men sent flying into cargo containers as she smashes into them. When all his men are down, the heroine goes for the leader, looking to throw a punch into his grinning face. She speeds towards him, hand pulled back, and then... She hits air. "A little slow, are we?" She feels his breath on her ear as he stands behind her. She raises her arm to throw an elbow back at him, but again, she hits nothing. A gust of wind passes between her legs, and he's in front of her again, his grin even wider. "Having trouble keeping up?" With a shock, Vanessa realises that she's fighting someone faster than she is. "Maybe you'd prefer to play with my friend - he's not as fast as me." In a white blur, the suited man arrives in front of the massive container, hands on the mechanism to open the door.
Spoiler: Finch's Struggle Roll D100: Finch: 54 Vine: 97 Finch tries to free himself from the vines around his feet, but his impressive strength is rapidly fading, every movement taking more and more energy to execute. Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: 51 Malady stifles a yawn, managing to keep herself awake despite the gas in her lungs, and gets up off the floor, out of her foe's reach. Spoiler: Finch's Health 11-10=1 The blood pours readily from the wound, now, and the hero's face is completely blanched, almost devoid of color. "D-Damn it... Didn't think I'd die fighting some...D-tier villain..." He chuckles, fingers fumbling without strength for his belt, unlatching it and pressing a button, before weakly tossing it out of a shattered window, a beeping sounding from it.
The blonde frowns in embarrassment. "Well, I kinda wore a pretty skimpy dress to the station, so she got kinda suspicious - thought I was gonna bribe her with sex or something. Anyway, she's a good detective, she smells a rat, but she can't do anything. There's witness statements about a fat, bald biker dude being involved, not two women in magical girl outfits, so she can't really prove anything - she's just got one of those gut feelings, I think, like the cops on TV."
(Exactly ) Heading into the room, she sees a man in his early twenties lying against the wall, a bruise beginning to form under his eye. "Shit, he's one of our earners, too!" The businessman curses out loud. "How the hell's pretty boy supposed to drive his fans crazy with a black eye? Shit, lady, let's get some ice - we need to deal with the bruise before it gets any darker." The two of them filter out of the room, conveniently leaving Calista with the guy she wants to question. "S-Shit..." He groans, eyes fluttering open. "What happened?"
The fire dissipates in her hand as she gives Squidlock a breathy moan. "Spawn...? You don't m-mean...?" She mutters weakly. "What the hell, urgh, are you doing to me?"
“In other words, things could have gone better, but they could have gone worse too. We should probably avoid dealing with any biker gangs for a while, until your friend focuses on something else.” Azura concluded. “Alright, next question. Does either of you have any notable friends or enemies I should know about? Other than than that Ice person, I mean?” Since the two were staying with her for now she wanted to know whether to expect any “uninvited guests”...
"I guess you were too out of it at the time to understand when I first mentioned it but..." he sends a tentacle to lightly slap her belly even as the one between her legs grinds against her pussy lips more intensely, "... I have been given the honor of putting quite a few buns in this oven. The first of which are growing inside you even as we speak."
"Wait." The mayor stops in her tracks, turning around. "I have a better idea - take her to the Unicorn Lounge. Some of my supporters are there - she'll be a decent bit of entertainment for them. Afterwards, take her home - I have plans for her in future." Kizuhara's heels clack on the stone of the balcony as she approaches the superheroine, gripping her blonde hair and forcing her to face her, a sadistic glint in the woman's eye. "You're a worthless slut, my girl, but you may not be entirely without use." She grins. "I will allow you to continue masquerading as a hero at night, but make no mistake, you belong to me, now. Me, and whoever I decide to loan you to. Do you understand?" She waits for the blonde to give a response, before slapping her hard in the face. "When I allow you to talk, slut, you address me as 'mistress'. You will address the men I let you fuck as 'sir'. There's a very special man I plan to give you to soon - you will call him 'master'." When Faye obeys, the mayor lets go and allows her to drop to the floor. "Get her out of here." She turns on her heel to head back to the party, her demeanor changing on a dime to pleasant and friendly, as she starts speaking to one of the guests. What happens next for the blonde is a blur, as she's bundled into a car and driven across the city. She sees glimpses of an elegant looking building, and then she's underground in some sort of car park. When she next comes to, she's in a shadowy room, a group of men sitting at a table and looking up as the man from the video drags the blonde inside. "My pardons for intruding, gentlemen. The mayor thought you might like some entertainment, I hope you don't mind." Judging from the way the old men lick their lips as they stare at Faye, she guesses they don't mind at all.
Esmerelda nods. "Quite a few enemies - I fought several villains in my career. None of them should know where we are, however." Sapphira shrugs. "I'm not really the enemy-making type."
"I-I'm pregnant?" The blonde's eyes go wide in horror, even as she lets out a loud moan, her juices joining his pheromone slime to dampen the tentacle at her womanhood. "N-No, I can't... Get them out of me! I'll do whatever you want - please, t-this can't happen!"
“So we should not be in any immediate danger. Good.” Azura nodded. “In that case... time for me to get something to eat. Did the two of you have breakfast already?” She inquired.
"I get the feeling you ate something last night, but I took the liberty of putting on some pancakes." Sapphira grins, as Esmerelda approaches. "So, what's our actual plan regarding this living situation? I get the feeling I shouldn't stay permanently."
"Huh, what!?" Vanessa gasped, unable to believe someone could match her speed. No, I expected some supers to be able to, but a thug like him? She thinks to herself, now pondering if the flamboyant man was a known villain... or hero. "Khh." All the heiress could do was grumble, taking a deep breath to try her hand at knocking him out again. And seeing her chance as he tries to open the container's massive door. Vanessa tries to give him a good punch, strong enough to break some bones as he slams against the wall... if it hits.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Vanessa: 77+20 (Collar)=97 (Crit) Gang Leader: 38+20 (Superhuman Speed) Melee Damage: 39+10 (Crit) Gang Leader's Health: 51 Vanessa feels her fist collide with his sternum, something beneath the skin audibly cracking, before he flies across the room. "Hmph... Not bad." He grunts, picking himself up.
