Looking down, Psychana is pleased to see some of the crowd smiling and waving back. Gliding down to the rooftop, Psychana sees the officer practically jump out of his skin as he sees her. "Err, yeah, ok. As you say, citizen." He says in an officious tone. Spoiler: Psychic Roll D100: 65+20 God damn it, why me? Alright, alright, gotta make her think I'm a cop. His inner voice pierces Psychana's mind without him realising. She's got no reason to doubt me. I'm in uniform, the body's hidden. Alright, you're golden - time for some acting. "You'd better get back to your patrol route, ma'am. I've got everything here handled."
"Keep talking like that, and mister crumpet will never be using his cock again either, not that he probably uses it much as is." The lieutenant says, as his men approach the heroine, hands working their zippers.
Almost in an instant, Psychana's demeanor changed, her face set hard and her muscles tensed. "Who are you?" she demanded and reached out with her powers to pull the man's sniper rifle from his hands.
"You're not even, nnh, half the man he is!" Vanessa replied still glaring at them, but as she saw them start to unzip their pants. "P-pathethic bastards." She taunts them, as shuddered once her finger accidentally touched her clit.
Spoiler: Telekinesis Roll D100: Psychana: 76+10 Fake Cop: 89 How did she- The man's hands go tight around his weapon as Psychana tries to disarm him, nearly being pulled off the edge of the roof as his rifle is dragged by an invisible force. With a show of strength, he yanks the gun back, before his hand goes to his ear.
"You've had him, then?" The thugs reveal their hefty manhoods as they surround Vanessa, though they leave a gap so that the camera has an unobstructed view of her. "What was that? You like being touched there? Don't be shy." One of the thugs grins, before leaning down to pinch the superheroine's clit.
Surprised by the man's fortitude, Psychana instead blasted him with a psychic push, hoping to force him back and buy time for her to close the distance between them.
Vanessa's eyes widen as they assume she's been with Lawrence, "Khh." She only growls in response, as they surround her on all sides, besides the one where the camera was position. With their cocks out as they stood around her. Their musk slowly overwhelms her, filling every breath she took. Vanessa could feel the strange heat growing within her start to intensify. Just as one thug knelt beside her, "What, no don't you, aaaaahn!" Before she could grab his hand, he pinched her clit. Sending a massive jolt of lust throughout her body, finally causing her erotic voice to escape her lips
Spoiler: Telekinesis Roll D100: 91+10 "Sh- Ugh!" The man manages to say into his ear, rifle held in one hand, as a blast of energy throws him backwards. He slams against the small room housing the top of the building's stairwell, and lies still, chest slowly rising and falling.
"Don't what?" The man touching her laughs. "Don't stop? I never could refuse a lady." At hearing her moans, he increases the intensity of his touch, as one of his comrades slides a finger between her lower lips. Vanessa feels cockheads rubbing against her cheeks, her nose filled with their scent.
"S-sto-oooh! D-don't touch m-mmmmh!" Vanessa could barely speak as they begin their assault, her clitoris defenseless as the man kept on pinching her sensitive nub. Then as she felt a finger slip past her lower lips, "Haaahn!" Eliciting another moan from the busty heroine, as the man would feel her pussy start to grow moist. "S-stop touching, mmh-meeee!" Vanessa whined, their combined musk clouding her judgement. Making her forget that she still had her powers, as her mental faculties were instead focused on denying the fact that she's about to experience an orgasm. All while a group of thugs grope her, with a seemingly expensive camera recording all of it.
Cautiously, Psychana hovered over to the fallen man whereupon she set about to check him for anything out of the ordinary. Out of caution she once again attempted to psychically pull the sniper rifle towards her and away from the man's hand.
Azura grimaced as the bullet(?) grazed her arm. Time for a change of tactics... Focusing her power for a moment she created two balls of arcane energy and threw the first one at Toxin... then rushed forward at the villainess. As the magical girl got close the second ball of energy transformed into an arming sword. Grabbing it she began slashing at her opponent, the purple blade sharper than any regular sword, yet it would cut only non-living objects, while living people would get drained of their strength and knocked out. (Time to try Azura's swordsmanship.)
The thugs pay no mind to her protests, as more hands find their way to Vanessa's body. The heiress feels her breasts once again freed from her costume, as they're mauled and squeezed, nipples twisted harshly, all the while the assault on her cunt continues.
This time, with nothing to hold it back, the rifle gently floats towards her as though she was physically holding it, while the imposter continues to snooze. Checking his body, she finds a pistol to go along with the rifle, but nothing to identify him - certainly not a police badge. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 73 From the fallen body, Psychana's sure she hears something, a trace of a voice at low volume. Leaning in and putting her ear beside the fake cop's, she's able to better make the voice out. "-Repeat, message unclear. Are you there? You were cut off. Say again?" Beneath the man's mask, there must be some sort of communicator in his ear.
"Mmh, nnh, hhhm, mmmmmh!" Vanessa uses her gloved hand to cover her mouth, as she felt more, and more hands start to grope her. Her breasts once again freed from her tight leotard, showing them how her nipples start to stiffen from their touch. While her large, soft breasts get kneaded and squeezed. The heiress felt her arousal begin to bubble, until. "Mmmmmmh!" Her eyes widen as the thugs pinches her clit, and nipples at the same time. Pushing her over the edge, and making her orgasm. Her nylon-clad legs quivering as her juices squirt out of her cunt.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Rushing forward, Azura sees Toxin trying to stuff a dart into her weapon, but too late. With one powerful downwards strike, the sword slices open the front of her bodysuit, further degrading the garment as the woman's ample cleavage becomes visible. "C-Crap... Don't l-let the vial...break..." Toxin collapses onto the catwalk, a glass vial rolling out of her satchel and toward the edge of the walkway.
The thugs laugh at her humiliating orgasm, but don't stop for a second, the men eagerly groping and caressing the heroine who just hours ago beat them all to a pulp in an instant. Vanessa finds herself reaching her peak again, her limit approaching faster now that she's orgasmed once, like a dam has broken. "Still want us to stop?" Still, two of the men's musky lengths rub against her cheeks, ever so close to her open mouth.
"Aa-aaahn, n-noo, stop touching, don't, aaahn, squeeze!" Vanessa whined despite her erotic voice. Shuddering as the men continued molesting her, the heiress didn't know why her body was reacting in such a way. And as their cocks rubbed against her cheek, their musk clouding her mind. She couldn't even think of a reason why their touch felt so good. "Mmh, aaahn!" Whimpering as she felt another orgasm bubbling, Vanessa's heavy breathing worked in their favor. As every lungful of air was filled with their scent. "Mm-mm..." Though she was able to keep herself from speaking, the fact that she hasn't flung them away was all the answer the camera needed.
Psychana knew she had to get the authorities attention on this and immediately radioed for assistance. "Psychana here, I've detained an imposter posing as a police sniper on the roof of building (insert name here) at (xx) and (xx). The suspect is unconscious, but has communicator in his ear and it seems like he was coordinating with someone. Please send officers up to arrest him." Fearful that, with one of their operatives compromised, whomever was on the other end of the communication line would try something, Psychana relieved the imposter of his weapons and returned to her position above the transport.
