Happy that the detective wasn't dead, Psychana rushed over to him to help him stand. "Are you all right?" she asked. "I took care of the attackers on the street and rushed down here after you when I heard sirens coming. Near as I could tell all of the officers that were attacked are okay." Psychana looked around the darkened pathway, "Did you see where Captain Spark went? Should I go after him or do you need me to help get you back to the surface?"
Calista's own wordless cry joins Lana's seconds later, creating by far the most unusual harmony the crossdresser has ever been part of. With her ass filled and cock pumped at a rapid rate, not to mention the newfound feelings of acceptance and pride sparked by the pair of lovers, she has easily the best orgasm of her life, adding a second load to the puddle on the bed beneath her as she shakes in the throes of pleasure stemming from two of her most sensitive places. Lee groans just afterwards, instinctively ramming himself into Calista as her wild clenching finally surpasses the limits of the man's endurance. She collapses onto the bed, exhausted, but says with a beaming smile aimed at Lana "Hell of a welcome party. Do you two do this with all the new signees?" [Sorry if I'm overstepping my bounds by writing for Lee there.]
"I'm good, I'm good - don't worry 'bout me." Jackson accepts her help, squeezing perhaps a bit more of her body, and a bit more firmly than he needs to, as he pulls himself up. "They wanted to take me as a hostage, but it backfired." Reaching down, he picks up one of the discarded rifles. "The bad guys split up. Spark and a couple of his goons went down the left tunnel, and the rest of his gang went right. You go after their boss - I'll deal with the goons." He checks the magazine and chambers a round in a fashion that's foreign to non-gun user Psychana, but seems quite professional nonetheless. "Oh, and they have a cop with 'em. He was acting like a hostage, but he's a turncoat - he was working for Spark the whole time. If you see the bastard, take him down with as much force as you want - I'll cover for you if you go overboard."
(Not at all, I was going to have him pass out anyway ) Lana chuckles, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Calista's lips. "Only the cute ones - it's a pretty exclusive club." She moves to turn Lee away, his cock slowly leaving Calista's ass as he sleepily rolls over. "I'm pretty sure we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Lana." She smiles.
Encouraged by Detective Jackson's apparent resilience, Psychana was about ready to set down after Captain Spark when she paused at the detective's last comment, her estimation of the man dropping somewhat. "Thank you for the warning detective, but I'm sure that won't be necessary." Psychana set off down the path that detective Jackson directed.
Spotting her frown, Jackson shrugs. "Hey, good men are dead because of him. I'm just saying, handle it how you want." Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: Heading down the tunnel, it isn't long before she gets a psychic signature through one of the doors. She feels three presences, two rising upwards, while a third remains on the same floor she's on.
Cheeks red with embarrassment, she quietly replies "Calista." After mulling over her thoughts for moment as she crawls up the bed to lie alongside the woman, she mumbles "...Or Nico, if you want my real name." She fights the urge to sleep, but she's too weary to succeed for long, especially when nestled between the duo.
"Nice to meet you. We can get into what you prefer to be called later. For now..." Lana kisses her again, before her arms pull her in to a welcoming embrace. "Let's sleep." It's dark when Calista's eyes flutter open, but not too dark to hide the bizarre sight of a fully clothed Lee carrying his naked doppleganger away into the next room, trying to be stealthy for Calista's sake, but having trouble carrying the mass of lean muscle. Not knowing he's alerted Calista (and not knowing that it's a wasted effort, since she already knows his secret), Lee slips away, and Calista drifts back to sleep, her slumber aided by Lana's warmth right next to her. The next time Calista awakens, it's to the delightful sight of Lana, naked body bathed in morning sun, as she looks through her wardrobe to pick an outfit.
Adrenaline coursing through her system, Psychana rationalized that whoever was behind the door didn't expect her to be so closely on her trail. After the briefest of pauses to collect herself, she opened the door and pushed herself through. Ready to take on whatever challenge awaited her. As a precaution though she did attempt to conjure a psychokinetic force field, aimed overhead, to protect her against the two she sensed that were ascending.
Amethyst Heart sighted. The man was finally starting to be reasonable... but there was no way for it to be said roundboutway... so she went straight to the point. "One way, would be to separate her from power. Jail would be one solution..." She started, observing the boy's reaction. "Transfer of all she had on your person, while cutting her off would also work..." She bit her lip. "Like if she would be found mentally ill... and put in a hospital, far away from her power."
Not wanting to deal with the police – it was hardly a secret that there were many corrupt cops in the local PD – Azure decided it was time for her to go. “I've neutralized Toxin and her men!” She shouted back as she remained where she was, pretending to obey the police order but in fact focusing on the ball of arcane energy still floating above her palm. A few moments later she closed her eyes as the small ball began glowing brightly and then exploded... in a wave of harmless purple light that enveloped the area, blinding anyone who did not have protection. Anyone who had protection, or was quick enough to close their eyes, would instead see Azura vanish into thin air... Of course, Azura was still there, just invisible for a few brief seconds. She used the short time she had available to hide and recast her flight spell so she could fly away, using the smoke as cover from the police. (Ah, yes, good ol' choice paralysis, where I have so many ideas I can't decide which one I want to use.)
"Mmmhhhm!" As all three men pound her with a strangely precise rhythm, Vanessa couldn't even get used to the pleasure brought by their cocks. Worse was how her body was beginning to accept their abuse, as she began to move her hips in rhythm with their pounding. Her mouth latching on, and sucking on the cock in her mouth, her velvety tongue twirling around his shaft. The heiress lost herself to the intense stimulation, even as the camera recorded everything. Then, as the thugs pulled out, "Aaahn." Vanessa was about to whine, until she felt a new set of meat poles penetrate her, with an additional two men using her gloved hands. "Mmmh, mmh, aaaahn!" She jerked them off, while moving her hips as she's fucked in both her holes. Eagerly slurping on the cock in her mouth, she could feel another orgasm was about to wash over her, threatening to take away her consciousness.
Waking with a long yawn, Nico groggily croaks "Morning," in his normal, tenor tone before recalling last night. Shit, I should probably still be Calista around these two. Or three. Still not sure how that works. She uses her power to switch her voice into Calista's alto once more as she rises from the bed, consciously adopting the more feminine demeanor Sunshine Records taught her to use. "What time is it?" Did I have anything to do for the label today? Or does Sonata get to come out for the day?
"Supers do give superior off-spring," Squidlock replies, "So more of them are the ultimate goal. Perhaps we should start with a lower level super. Someone still green, untested, and unprepared for what we represent. Much like 'blondie', as you say." He lightly licks his lips. "Though if you know a few easy targets that could get... lost in the meantime, I'm certain the children and I would enjoy the chance to further diversify."
Spoiler: Shield Roll D100: 67+10-5 (Headache) Thrusting her hands forward, Psychana feels a rippling in the air around her as a forcefield comes into being, imperceptible to all but the heroine. She feels a slight ache behind her eyes, but it's minor enough to ignore for now. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 8+10 (Psychic Skill)+10 (Shield) Psychana Health: 28+50 (Shield)=78 As Psychana rushes through the door, she finds herself staring into the barrel of a shotgun. As the villain, clad in black tights, heads upwards towards a manhole, one of his men at his heel, a jumpsuit wearing thug pulls the trigger. There's a sonic crack as the shield shatters, and the heroine is thrown backwards by the kinetic force, her back hitting the ground painfully. As she lies there, breathless but unharmed, the thug cocks his shotgun, a smoking shell flying out of the weapon as he makes it ready to fire once more.
The police don't respond, simply aiming up at her. As Azura casts her spell, she hears a dozen cries of pain as the men are temporarily blinded, and then gunshots as they begin firing randomly. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 80 Floating up above the catwalk, Azura navigates through a smashed skylight, and up to the roof above, hovering to avoid collapsing back down through the damaged ceiling. As she prepares to head away from the scene and let the police take the villain and her henchmen into custody, Azura sees something odd. Clinging to the side of one of the smoke stacks is a small robot, eye-like camera pointed straight at her. As it sees that it's been spotted, the machine begins scurrying away down the opposite end of the smokestack.
Psychana groaned as she scrambled to her feet and cursed herself for being preoccupied with the people going up and not preparing for the presence in front of her. With a grimace she worked past her oncoming headache and set about blasting her shotgun assailant with a psychokinetic blast.
Though her attention is focused largely on the men inside her, Vanessa catches glimpses here and there of the camera, removed from its tripod and pointed right up close to the action, capturing the pure enthusiasm with which the heroine serves the men ravaging her body, and her every expression of pleasure. Finally, the men pull away, hands jerking themselves as they aim their members at her exposed body. "Smile for the camera, bitch." The cameraman chuckles condescendingly, before the thugs erupt. Vanessa's painted white, as her face, breasts and costume are covered in the men's seed. "Time to go." The heiress is roused a little while later by Hammer's lieutenant. "Remember the deal - give us Fitzgerald, and no one has to die."
"About noon." Lana turns to face Calista, chuckling. Trying to think, the new signee doesn't recall any pressing engagements today. "I didn't want to wake you."
