Gulping as they spoke. "I-if that's what it takes to make sure he's safe." Vanessa replied, making it out as if she's still worried about their hostage. "P-please... fuck me." She said in a low voice, looking away from the man still squeezing her neck.
While the cheering of the crowd was always nice, Psychana couldn't take a moment to bask in it. Instead, once she'd descended she went straight for the armored vehicle, hoping Captain Spark hadn't escaped and that the police officers inside hadn't been harmed.
Lana's pleasant voice moans out as Calista enjoys the bizarre experience of lapping at the folds of someone she's seen on TV and the internet so many times, while the woman's boyfriend continues to ram himself into her. Lana's evidently quite sensitive, her juices soon coating Calista's tongue as her moans grow louder and higher in pitch. From behind, Calista feels a masculine hand gripping her cock, squeezing and pumping it up and down every time Lee thrusts deep into her ass, doubling the pleasure she feels.
"C'mon... Maybe the two of us can make a deal?" Toxin flashes Azura a look, sliding a finger down the exposed flesh between her breasts. "I promise I'll behave. I called you a perv before, but you're pretty cute, so maybe that's not a bad thing..."
Azura shook her head in refusal. “Sorry, honey, but I'll have to pass. If it was someone less dangerous and not so famous I might have considered the offer. But you... You're certainly pretty enough, but you are also infamous, and for good reason. I simply can't risk it.” She created another ball of arcane energy above her palm. “Now be a good girl and surrender to the police. I would prefer not to hurt you further, so don't force me to.”
"Who said anything about the old man? But sure, pretend that's the reason if you like. The camera sees what you really want." Vanessa sees the red light back on, realising her plea was caught on tape. The heroine doesn't have long to think about that, though, as she feels herself being pulled. The man gripping her throat frees his cock, before lying on his back on the floor, pulling Vanessa atop of him. With a thrust, he enters her already exposed womanhood, moving his hips to drive himself deep inside her. Though his hands can do little against her superpowered body, Vanessa feels that the man's cock has no such limitations, and soon she feels another thug lining his manhood up with her asshole. As he enters her, the heiress opens her mouth to scream, only to have it filled by another cock, the thug ramming himself deep down her throat. An indescribable feeling of...fullness wracks the heiress' body. Of the sexual encounters she's had, only Jacob and the speedster from the cargo ship can compare to this, no other encounter she's had comes close, and even then, her body was only being used one hole at a time.
Pulling open the rear doors of the van, Psychana smells a tangy, burning scent, before spotting a hole burnt cleanly into the floor of the van, with an open manhole beneath it. In the van itself, the two drivers and two guards all lie unconscious, with Detective Jackson and the villain he was meant to be guarding both missing.
"Girlscout." Toxin sighs, but lets her body sag - she's not up for another fight. "POLICE, FREEZE!" The doors of the factory are battered open, as police enter through the ground floor, spotting the heroine and villainess up above them on the catwalk. "NOBODY MOVE!" One of the cops shouts, reminding Azura that as a relatively unknown hero, the police have no reason to think she's not a bad guy.
"T-that's..." Vanessa stuttered as she saw the camera recording her again. Followed by the thug pulling her on top of him, "Haaahn!" As she felt his cock spread her pussy lips open, the moment his cockhead rammed against her cervix. "Nnnnh!" The heiress shuddered, her denied orgasm sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. Vanessa's foggy mind flashing white, as her vision blurs for a moment. "Aaaahn!" She lets out a loud, erotic moan as she squirts a second time. But before she could even come down from her orgasmic high, she felt it. "N-no, no, nooo-mmmmmh!" Never having experienced two cocks at once, the moment he pushed past her sphincter, invading her asshole with his thick meat pole. Vanessa screamed, only to have another cock jammed down her throat. Muffling her moans, her screams making her throat pleasantly vibrate right on his cockhead. W-what is, t-three, there's three cocks inside of me all at onceeee! Her tired, highly aroused mind screamed, as her body was drowned in pleasure. Vanessa felt a third orgasm was quickly bubbling from within, and with the thug's rough treatment. "Mmmmmmmh!" She gagged on the cock down her throat, her ass, and pussy clenching tightly as she squirts again. Why does it feel so goooooood!
"I'll trust your experience on the matter," Squidlock replies, his tentacles momentarily twitching, "Now, about these potential 'new recruits'. Of this ripe, fertile grove, give me some examples of the fresh fruit that might be most ready to be plucked."
Calista can't help but feel a swell of pride at her skill, but Lee's sudden willingness to simply acknowledge her sex, let alone handle it, gives her a kind of inexplicable joy at the man's change of heart, even if he's just caught up in the moment. She's quickly overwhelmed by the thick phallus impaling her combined with the overly tight grip Lee employs. She forsakes her oral efforts on Lana, unable to keep her mouth locked with the woman's lower lips. She replaces her tongue with a pair of fingers, determined to get her off before Lee does the same to her.
"Damnit." Psychana cursed again before she tapped on the radio. "Detective Jackson, are you there?..." Psychana was torn as to what she should do. She had to make sure that the unconscious or injured officers were all right, she also had to make sure the eight gunmen were adequately subdued and restrained, on top of that she had to apprehend Captain Spark and ensure Detective Jackson's safety. Looking around herself she knew she didn't have much time to make a decision. The gunmen looked like they would be unconscious for a while (she hoped) it also appeared that none of the officers were seriously injured. "Come on Jenny, you know what you have to do, act!" she thought to herself and with a deep breath hopped down through the hole in the armored car and into the open manhole in pursuit of Captain Spark and Detective Jackson.
"Ah..." Amethyst Heart sighted. "But it wouldn't be hurting you - it would be helping you by removing someone, who is in her eyes, unworthy of you." The blond heroine tried to convince the boy one more time. "She will remove your girlfriend, quietly, for your own good - at least as she precieves it."
The men are relentless, avenging their prior defeat by slamming their manhoods inside her with as much force as they can, squeezing her insides together with well timed thrusts that rock her consciousness almost as much as Hammer's superpowered strikes. After a while, the three cocks ravaging her twitch and Vanessa finds herself waiting for them to paint her insides white with earnest anticipation, but instead they pull out, leaving her feeling empty for a moment, before they're replaced. As three new men take their turn ravaging her sensitive body, Vanessa barely registers two cocks sliding onto her hands, her body instinctively jerking them, eager to please, as the camera watches.
"Well, it depends on your taste in, uh, fruit. Are you into supers like blondie over there?" He points to the hallway from which Ellie's moans of depraved lust can be heard. "Or are you looking for less risky targets?"
Lana lets her voice ring out, eagerly enjoying her colleague's efforts. "O-Oh, yes... Y-You're about to... I'm going t-to... Fuck!" Face flushed, Lana lets out a howl, coating Calista's fingers in her juices, as Lee picks up the pace with both his manhood and fingers.
There's no response from the radio, as Psychana hears sirens approaching from street level. Hopping down through the manhole, she stabilises her fall with her powers, before looking around. The blonde sees that she's in a tunnel of concrete and old metal, with lamps along the wall providing a dull glow of illumination every few metres. Scouting ahead, the heroine opens a hatchway to find another stretch of hallway, and then another. When she reaches the third hallway, however, she sees it branching off in a few directions, and it's down one of the tunnels that she hears it - a gunshot, loud as an earthquake in the cramped environs. Rounding the corner, Psychana sees Detective Jackson, three of Spark's compatriots slamming truncheons into his massive frame as they try to subdue him. The detective slams one of his assailant's heads into the wall with a sickening crack, wrests a pistol from another before firing several shots into its former owner at point blank range, before his defiance is ended by a whack of the truncheon to the head. As the blonde man slumps, dazed and helpless, down the tunnel wall, the last of the men raises his rifle, evidently deciding to abandon the non-lethal approach.
The young man's eyes go wide, his face readable as a book as he searches for some argument to disprove her theory, but eventually he hangs his head and nods. "What do we do, then? I can't let that happen, but I love my mom, I don't want her to get hurt."
In a haste, Psychana sent a psychokinetic blast towards the assailant raising his rifle in a hope to save Detective Jackson from a rather gruesome fate.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 77 There's a sonic crack, and the rifle goes flying, and then another, and the man hits the ground, out cold. "Damn..." Jackson rubs his temple, slowly standing. "Thanks, Psychana. I owe you one." He smiles. "All the more reason to be a fan."
