"Who'd have thought that my classy, professional boss was such a needy slut?" Crystal giggles, speeding up her thrusts and sending the fake phallus even deeper inside her.
Seeing the seemingly private conversation, Vanessa closes her eyes as she focuses her godlike hearing to eavesdrop on their conversation.
She fixes him with a soft look as she sucks on his length, evidently enjoying his comment, before moving her head downwards. Nico feels the star's nose pressing against his hairless pubis as she takes his entire length, experiencing the pleasant tightness of her throat, as he sees her hand dip underneath the waistband of her jeans.
"It H-hurts!" The woman groans. Spoiler: Stength Roll D100: 78 Azura heaves, and despite not using her magic, proves uncharacteristically powerful. Feeling all her muscles tense, she manages to slide the heavy metal disk off of the woman. "O-Oh my God, thank you!" She groans.
Behind her, Psychana hears gunfire being traded between the ship's crew and the still functioning car. In front of her, the dazed goons stumbling from the car are clearly not effected by the psychic from earlier, as they raise their weapons at Psychana with the clear intention of firing. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 78+10 Thugs: 32-10 (Stunned) Remaining thugs: 0 In a panic, they begin firing wildly, not even coming close to actually hitting the blonde. The four men are hurled against the barrier, knocked out.
With the initial four dealt with, Psychana turned her attention to the other car. Shooting herself into the air once more, she moved to deliver another psychokinetic blast to the last SUV.
"-ld man's dead. Time to think about the future." "He's not dead - he's in a coma, with a full functioning AI, and we don't know what's happening with the girl..." "I'm not scared of a dead man, or a computer, and neither are my bosses. Hand it over - choose the right side..." "Well, I don't have it here-" Focusing, Vanessa tries to eavesdrop, but finds it difficult to hear over the car engines.
Psychana sends the car flying, disabling it, but to her annoyance, she sees that its occupants are already out. Looking at the ship, she sees several dead armed men on deck, as one of the thieves descends into the decks, closing the hatch behind him.
"Fuck!" Psychana cursed in frustration. She wanted to use her telepathy to find the man and where he was going, but she knew without line-of-sight her telepathic abilities were impaired. Regardless of the odds she still tried; meanwhile, she looked for another way inside the ship.
"Coma? Full functioning AI?" It didn't take much for Vanessa to connect the dots, that they're probably talking about Oscar. So that fat boy is an AI? She thinks to herself, as one of them seemingly wants something from the other. I was only planning on scouting, but if they're doing a handover, I think I can snatch it with my speed. Once again she tries to focus on eavesdropping, hoping to get some useful info.
"Aaaahhhh..." Nico looses a wordless moan as the last of his cock enters her mouth. The pleasure from her unceasing sucking and his glans pressing against her throat is almost overwhelming. He rests his hand on the back of her head, lightly holding her down onto him, but employing barely any force. After a few seconds, his member twitches inside Lana's pharynx, and he gently pulls her off of him before he cums. "Looks like you want another pair of lips filled..." he teases.
Luckily, landing on the ship, the heroine finds that though the hatch is sealed, it's not locked, and soon she's headed down into the bowels of the ship in pursuit. As she moves, she feels two psychic presences ahead - bodies scattered around suggesting that they're all that's left of the thieves. As she squeezes through a tightly packed corridor, either wall lined with supply shelves, Psychana begins to notice bags of a white powder. One of the bags has been punctured by a bullet, a trail of the powder leaking onto the floor and dissolving into a fine mist. As she passes, the blonde breathes in a little, and shivers as she feels her nerves all buzzing with euphoric sensation, noting that her powers seem to increase in intensity as she inhales. Psychana easily begins to pick up the thoughts of the men in the other room. Goddamn, gotta bag this shit fast - can't believe that damn costume showed up. Bitch wiped out half of us...
"W-Wait! I don't have it!" She hears one of the voices shout, before his door is flung open. As the other man irritably exits his own vehicle, the nervous man flees into the bell tower.
"I don't know..." Lana smirks after taking a deep breath, saliva still connecting her mouth and Nico's painfully hard member. "You look like you're about to burst. I wonder if you can even keep up..." She flashes him a teasing look, continuing to touch herself.
"Right... always a first time to kidnap someone." Vanessa says to herself, as she uses her speed to find another way into the bell tower. She attempts to take the fleeing man away from the area, without being spotted by the pursuers hopefully.
Psychana paused after inhaling the powder, and struggled to control the surge of energy and power that seemed to course through her. For a minute her anger subsided, she became giddy and almost giggled but stopped herself before a sound could escape her lips. She covered her mouth with both hands and breathed in to try and slow her quickened pulse, inadvertently inhaling yet more of the substance. She was stunned at how powerful her telepathy seemed to be and she was filled by curiosity and a newfound sense of confidence. With purpose, she worked her way to the room's entrance, stood proud in the doorway with her hands and her hips and her chest thrust out and commanded. "Surrender! There's no way out for you!"
Fuck, she's so hot. Nico resumes their interplay as well. "Well, I was going to replace your fingers with my tongue to buy a little time to calm down." He tightens his grip on her long hair. "But if you prefer..." He gradually pulls her down onto his engorged cock again, careful not to use too much strength as he savors her skill. "I can do that afterwards." Her head reaches the base, and he pulls her up again, slowly facefucking the blonde. It only takes a minute or two of this for him to reach his peak after her earlier performance. His more intense breathing causes sharp pain in his chest, but the pleasure overrides it. He slips his entire length into her and fires streams of white into her throat. As his orgasm fades, he pulls Lana off and releases her hair. I need to get her to teach me how to do that. I'm sure Lee wouldn't mind being the guinea pig. "That wasn't too much, was it?"
Flying up to the roof, she catches a short man with a scraggly beard huffing and puffing his way up the stairs, the heavy footfalls of his pursuer sounding behind him. Eyes wide and panicking as he's flanked, the man runs for the balcony and leaps off of it, aiming for a neigbouring building, though since it's quite a bit lower than the tower, it's unclear how conducive the fall will be to his good health.
Seeing her chance as the stubby man jumps to his impending doom, Vanessa swoops in to catch him. Trying to match the speed of his fall to avoid injuring him too much, once she's caught the man. The heroine quickly flies away hoping the dark night will cover her tracks.
She sees two thugs on the other side of the door, in a room also filled with bags of the substance. The two men gape at her, and Psychana's enhanced powers clearly read the debauched images one conjures up as he gazes at her, but his comrade is clearly more focused. "End her!" He raises his automatic and pulls the trigger. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Natural 1 In such a tight, close space, there's no chance Psychana can dodge, so instead she raises her hands and conjures a force field. The invisible barrier rattles in front of her, bullets ricocheting wildly into the sides of the room, and into the waiting bags of powder. The air fills with powder smoke, and Psychana inhales more and more, her barrier getting stronger, rather than weaker, as the giddy euphoria brings her to higher and higher heights of pure pleasure. Then, she snaps - Jenny's concentration is broken, and her massively enhanced powers go wild. Her telepathy spreads out in a massive radius, and her hands go to her head as she feels what seems like the thoughts of an entire city ravaging her overtaxed brain. Defenceless, Psychana's only partially aware of her surroundings, as one of the thugs approaches, pointing a pistol at her head. "Shit, man, do we gotta?" He turns to ask his compatriot. "End her, or I will. Think, man, hot or not, she's still a costume - we don't know how long she'll be like...whatever that is. Fucking shoot her, before the cops get here!" Sighing, the man whose lewd fantasies invaded Jenny's mind pulls back the hammer of his pistol. Kill her, and I'll make sure you two are next... A psychic voice ripples through the three of them, and the thugs look at each other in panic. Don't worry, boys, I don't want to hurt you. Behave, and you'll be very well rewarded... Jenny feels the calming presence that rescued her in the club rescue her once again here, blocking off the unwanted thoughts, as a scantily clad redhead enters the hallway, strutting all the way. "You two..." She looks at the thugs, who stare at her in awe. "Who the fuck are... Are...?" The man pointing a pistol at Jenny pauses. "Do you two love me?" "Yessss..." The two men stare at her in awe. "You know I'll reward your devotion?" "Yesssss...." They drone. "Then finish what you were doing - take as many bags of this stuff as you can carry. You two have the honor of being my first minions." As the men move to obey, the woman giggles, before facing Jenny. There's a psychic shroud obscuring her features, but Jenny's sure of one thing - the woman is beautiful. "Look at you..." The psychic inhales some of the dust, as her powers protect Jenny's fragile mind. "This stuff can do wonders for beefing up your powers, but large doses require great amounts of control - something you don't seem to have." She giggles. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll learn someday." Leaning down, the redhead strokes Jenny's cheek. "Look. At. You. I bet you've sent many a man's heart aflame..." As her new 'minions' leave, bags filled with bricks of the dust, the redhead leaves one next to Jenny. "For practice. Next time we meet, I want to see what you're really capable of..." Turning, the woman makes her escape. Finally, Psychana's left lying on the floor of the corridor, overdose averted, but mentally exhausted, but eventually she's strong enough to move.
