Azura did not let up the attack, switching to Arcane Bolt. It was a weak attack spell, but quick to cast, allowing her to fire off multiple bolts in the time it would take her to cast a single more powerful spell. She aimed for Toxin's shoulders, hoping to make it more difficult for the villainess to use her hands. And if one hit the strap holding the satchel – well, that would be a nice bonus.
"Ah!" Calista starts, reacting instinctively to the slap. "Leaving my skirt on, huh? It does look pretty good on me." She lets out another gasp as the chill is fingered into her, preparing her virgin ass to receive Lee's endowment. She tries her best to relax her ring, having read that it eases insertion during some "research." Hands gripping the sheets tightly, she lowers her head to join them, thinking Lee will enjoy the sight even more as his length prods her rear. "F-fuck!" Overwhelmed by a pain she was decidedly unready for, Calista's suddenly glad she looked away from the man, not wanting to show the intense, shooting hurt stemming from her hole. It wasn't supposed to hurt this much! Thankfully, the sensation is brief, only lasting a few tryingly long seconds before fading into a content fullness. She can't tell how much of Lee's cock is actually inside her stretching hole, but it already feels so much deeper than her own fingers could ever reach. Catching her breath, she raises and turns her head to face Lee again, giving a small nod. "Go ahead, but please be gentle." She concentrates on keeping her sphincter as relaxed as she can, given the circumstances, to stave off any lingering pain as he begins to rock back and forth.
Amethyst Heart shook her head. "Oh, no, not at all." The blond sighted. "She has threatened people close to me, to make me comply." This was the point - the young man would either aid follow his mother's footspets and use her to his pleasure... or help Amethyst Heart in apprehanding the mayor. Personally, she hoped the man would choose to help her.
Despite her inner turmoil, Jenny smiled at her husband and relaxed into his attention. She kissed the palm of his hand before she turned them both around so that he could lay down on the bed. With a grin that contained a hint of naughtiness, she knelt between his legs and unbuckled his pants, fishing out his hardening member. Locking eyes with him, her tongue licked up the underside of his pole and her hand gently stroked the topside before she took the head into her mouth. Her tongue teased the purple head caught between her lips while her hand worked his shaft. With her free hand she slipped out of her dress and let it pool on the floor before she took one of his hands and brought it to an exposed breast. She let his member loose from her mouth before she kissed down its length. "Oh not much." she teased playfully. "Just that we're alone for the first time in a while and I was wondering if you wanted to play."
Spoiler: Escape Roll D100: Vanessa: 55 Hammer: 36 As her fist slams into his ankle, Hammer pulls his foot back, gritting his teeth. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Vanessa: 24 Hammer: 98 Vanessa Health: 0 The heiress doesnt have long to relish the success, however. She feels a thick hand clench around her throat, pulling her up before she can stand on her own, before Hammer slams his metal fist into her gut, once, twice. The hero sees white, world awash with pain, as her limbs go limp. Hammer lets her fall ignominiously to the ground, chuckling and saying something she cant hear over the ringing in her ears. Vanessa tries to move her limbs, but cant - her body refuses to obey her.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Azura: 7 Toxin: 30 Toxin Damage: 23 Azura Health: 77 Azura sees her bolts disappear into a rapidly growing cloud of smoke, one that envelopes her. As she hacks and coughs in the smog, she feels her vision beginning to dim.
Lee grunts in affirmation, his thrust coming slowly and steadily, though his hands still grip her thighs with a dominant strength. "Damn, you feel good..." The singer groans, his rod making Calista spasm with pleasure as it rubs against her sensitive prostate. As her lover starts to build up a rhythm, Calista hears the door opening behind them.
"Khh." Letting out a hiss as she managed to free herself, sadly before she could move away. "Ghaah!" Vanessa felt his massive hand on her slender neck, lifting her up, and choking her. Followed by the strikes on her stomach, "Gghh, ghaaah!" The heiress groaned, the pain too much for even her godlike durability to endure. She felt her conciousness slipping away, until she felt Hammer drop her to the ground. "Aaah... aaah." Vanessa tries to force her limbs to move, yet despite her best attempts, her gloved arms, and nylon-clad legs simply didn't budge. Leaving her at the black behemoth's mercy, N-no, damn it, I have to get away... have to... save Lawrence. She thinks to herself, barely able to crawl away from Hammer as he spoke.
The mayor's son frowns, silent as a stone for a minute or so, before he draws close. His hands reach out towards her breasts, but as T'yala prepares to be groped, she feels him fix her outfit. "If... If you're telling the truth, then I can't do this."
"O-Oh, you know I always want to play with you, honey..." The other hero looks at his wife's body, awestruck despite having seen it a thousand times, trembling as he feels her tongue beginning to caress him. As his hand cautiously grips her breast, his cock stands for her, rock hard and twitching with pure desire, and...a fraction of the size of Duke's and Hammer's... "Oh, baby..." Her husband coos, pinching her nipple softly between thumb and forefinger. "You're the best wife a man could ask for." He smiles romantically down at her.
As Vanessa feels hands gripping her ankles, her body beginning to be dragged across the floor, her eyes close, and everything goes quiet. When she awakens, Vanessa stares into her own reflection for a moment, uncomprehending, before realising that she's looking into the lense of a video camera. Darting her head around, she sees she's still in the museum, in an exhibition filled with statues, predominately of nude female figures. Examining herself, she feels her domino mask still covering her eyes and brow, with her costume still in place, though the nylons are torn in a few places from the fight. Behind the camera stand multiple of Hammer's henchmen, the villain nowhere to be seen. "She's awake, gents. Let's get ready for the show." Vanessa sees that the men are all bruised - from the beating she gave them.
"Mmmh... nnh, aah?" Vanessa slowly stirs awake, wearily looking around. Only to realize she's been captured. But, the worse part was that she's being recorded. Thankfully her mask was still on, and her outfit still in place, save for her torn nylons. "Nnh, mmh." Groaning from the residual pain of her earlier beating, the moment Vanessa realized Hammer was nowhere in sight. She immediately tries to free herself, and give his goons another beating.
Jenny smiled warmly up at him. "And you're the best husband I could ever ask for." She placed another kiss against the underside of his rod before she inhaled it in her mouth again. She encircled his member in one hand and moved her head down until her lips pressed against her gripping fingers, then moved in tandem, stroking him and blowing him at the same time. Her free hand came up to cup his ball-sack, caressing the testicles within while she attended to her husband's cock. His fingers pinched at her nipples and she shuddered in pleasure, sucking him a little harder every time he did so. His hands gently groped her huge tits and she moaned in approval, letting him know to continue. She kept up her attention for a while until she heard his breath come faster and his cock twitch in her mouth and hand. She knew he was getting close and released his dick from her mouth and angled it down towards her bare chest. "Cum for me honey..." she pleaded and a moment later the first jet of cum shot from his cock landing across her sternum. The second blast plastered her left breast, then she angled his cock so that the third coated her right. The remainder of the shots she let fire over her heart and as the last rope hit her, she gently squeezed his cock eliciting one small last droplet of cum. Jenny licked at the pearl white liquid and swallowed it, smiling up at her husband. "I love you." she said, and rubbed his cum into her chest before she crawled up onto the bed with him. The two maneuvered into a spoon position with him behind her, and she held his arm around her waist. "Thank you."
Strangely, Vanessa notes that she isn't restrained in any way. Though her body still aches from the beating she endured, the heroine is able to stand without issue. Before she can cross the threshold and show the men her fury, the leader of the thugs shakes his head. "Wait. Careful what you do next. Heroes are all about protecting innocent people, right? And that old man we nabbed is oh, so frail. If you hurt us, our friends guarding the English guy might...well...they might lose control in their grief."
Gently, he pulls her close, spent manhood rubbing limply against her ass as he kisses her shoulder. "I, hrrgh...should be the one thanking you..." He yawns. "Night, my love." Soon after, Jenny hears him start to snore, and the sound quickly encourages her own tired body to follow suit. Her dreams are blessedly not lewd, and she awakens the next morning, lover still pressed up against her, unconscious.
Vanessa was just about to ignore his words, after all, she wasn't a real hero. But, as she realized they've taken Lawrence hostage again. The heiress froze, "Bastards." She hissed, clenching her gloved fists. "Where is he?" Vanessa asked, using her superhuman hearing to try and catch where her loyal butler's voice was coming from. If I know exactly where he is, using my speed to beat these guys up. And get to him before they know what's happened will be easy. She thinks to herself, still glaring at the thugs behind her small mask.
Sadly, the heroine can't here her faithful butler in the building - he might not be here. "He's safe and sound, so long as you do as you're told." The leader of the thugs smiles.
"Haah! Hah!" she squeaks and moans with each thrust, reveling in the feeling of such a long, thick shaft gliding along her narrow passage. The strengthening pulses of pleasure are different from any she's felt before, welling up from her core instead of her own cock--which has rapidly hardened to it's full length. She arches her back and starts pushing against Lee's efforts in reply, gently at first but gaining in force as Calista nears her peak from the spear insistently nudging her g-spot. She's far too caught up in her own novel pleasure to pay much attention to the door. Part of her still realizes the compromising position she's in, and the consequences she's risking, but she doesn't react to the intruder beyond turning her head to see who it is.
Jenny took a moment to bask in the bliss of waking up in her husband's arms with the morning sunlight only beginning to shine past the bedroom curtains. She laid in bed for a long moment before she slowly extracted herself from her husband's embrace and moved into the en-suite bathroom where she went about her daily preparations. When she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and leaned over the counter staring at her reflection in the mirror. In a flash her mind was filled with the memories of yesterday, getting savagely fucked by Hammer and then a gang of Dylan Duke's associates and she shook her head; trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs. "Whore." she spat quietly at her reflection, but her arousal only seemed to intensify. After finishing up in the bathroom, she walked back into the bedroom where her husband was still sleeping. 'He must have been up all night and day worrying about me.' Jenny thought affectionately before cursing her behavior once again. She dressed quickly and quietly in a sleeveless crop-top and pleated skirt before she left the bedroom letting her husband sleep. She went to the kitchen where she stopped to sniff at the sweet aroma of the flowers her husband had bought for her, before she set about making breakfast. Her man was usually an early riser, and she knew that the sound and smell of breakfast would wake him soon enough. As if on que, the moment the first eggs, strips of bacon, ans slices of toast were done she heard the tap, tap, tap of crutches emerge from the bedroom. "Good morning honey." she greeted as she prepared his plate. "What's on our agenda for today?" Having lost the previous day, there would no doubt be some sort of community work on the schedule, as well as a patrol around the neighborhood. With the rest of the team assisting Infinity she'd likely have to pull double duty. Then there was also her work investigating Dylan Duke not to mention her work 'for' him. Jenny fought back an excited shudder at that thought.
"Bastards." Vanessa growled, clenching her fists as she takes a deep breath. "Fine, what do you want then?" She asked, despite already having an idea what they all want.
