Jenny tried to empty her mind as the warm water cascaded down her naked body but her thoughts kept turning back to what she'd just done... again! She thumbed her wedding band and sighed. "I'm sorry." she whispered. "I'm so sorry Harry. Whatever I have to do to get through this, I'll do it. I promise." For whatever reason, Chastity's suggestion popped into her head and as she stood under the shower she actually considered it for the first time. Maybe she should dive headfirst and deep into her adultery. It seemed to be controlling her, would it be better if she let it completely consume her? And then she could fight to regain control of herself from inside the tempest? The more she thought about it, the more the idea became appealing. Even more-so, the more it seemed the right decision. People said that if you were caught in a strong current taking you away from shore the instinct was to use all your strength to fight against it; but that the right move was to swim laterally and get outside the current first. The swim back to shore would be longer, but you wouldn't be fighting the water... But she couldn't do that!... Could she? She'd have to bring up that conversation with Chastity again. Jenny shut off the water and stepped out of the shower where she dried herself with an available towel. She saw that, true-to-her-word, Chastity had delivered her stuff to the shower stall and Jenny quickly redressed in her clothes. Upon exiting, Jenny met up with her twin and the pair moved back into the public workout station and towards the main desk. Davey was behind the counter and greeted the sisters with a lascivious grin. "Thank you for coming by today ladies. I trust you enjoyed your workouts?" Jenny blushed and said nothing, but nodded while Chastity beamed "Absolutely! Every time I come is better than the last." Both Davey and Chastity laughed. "Oh! Before you go here's your Platinum Membership key-card Mrs. Foxx." Davey said and slid an electronic card across the counter to her. "It'll grant you access to the Platinum Room 24/7. Don't be afraid to stop by anytime." With only a brief hesitation Jenny took the card and put it in her purse. "Oh! I'm compelled to inform you that there is a strict dress code for Platinum members. You'll have to wear gym approved attire while you're in the Platinum Room." Jenny looked confused before Chastity interjected. "Don't worry Jenny, I already picked up your first outfit. It's in your gym bag. Consider it a 'Thank You' for today." Jenny only nodded and the sisters departed with a curt "Goodbye." from Jenny. As the twins made their way back to Jenny's apartment the wife contemplated things that were still on her 'to-do' list. She had to meet up with her landlord, talk to Harold about the missed payment, and though exhausted she still felt compelled to go out on a patrol. She had to make sure Psychana was active publicly.
"Ah~" a moan escaped T'yala as a hard object struck her ass. She could not help but wonder what was going on. Two female officers sat behind the desk. One, a stern-looking woman with an eyepatch covering her eye opened a folder. "Vigilante Amethyst Heart. You are accused of vigilantism, 145 cases of property damage, 86 assaults, 39 of which resulted in hospitalisation..." She checked the page. "It also says here you are from a different planet, have you filled in appropriate paperwork when you arrived?" "What?" T'yala asked confused. "There was no paperwork for aliens-" "Then no. As you are illegal immigrant using violence against citizinets of this country, your actions of violence are considered acts of terror. As a terrorist, you don't have any rights." The woman continued, as she flipped a page and took a pen. "You name?" Amethyst Heart swallowed as one of the bulky men smirked and stepped closer, stretching a bullwhip so strongly that she could hear the sound of material... "T'yala." She answered weakly and the woman started scribbling it. "Civilian name?" The policewoman asked. "What-" The heroine looked at her. "You can't-" She was interrupted by the chuckle of the other woman. This one looked eager... "Well, I guess we will have to make you talk." She said as she got up. She studied in front of T'yala and grabbed her breast, before tracing her fingers down, between woman's legs. "Ah~" the blond moaned loudly as fingers slid into her snatch. "I do enjoy making hot powerful self-centred arrogant bitches scream out their secrets~" The policewoman said as she whispered into heroine's ear.
“Well, I want that gangster stopped, preferably without starting a gang war that will cost thousands of lives. And your company is the supplier of the mutagen he needs, so convincing – or forcing – the executives to not give him what he wants seemed like a good place to start. I don't know if you are telling the truth, and I have no reason to trust you since I don't know you, but, seeing as so far there's no indication you tried to set me up, I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and help you.” Azura replied as she looked at Goode. “If your superiors are willing to use you as a scapegoat, then there's no reason for you to stay loyal to them, is there. Have them take the fall when the whole thing is exposed. Best case scenario you might end up as the new boss in charge, while in the worst case you lose your job but avoid prison and can look for a new job. Either way your bosses will be going down, one way or another. After all, their new gangster friend won't be pleased if he does not get what he wants, and he's unlikely to accept their excuses...” She pointed out, then waited to hear the other woman's thoughts on the matter. Maybe I should have asked Sapphira to do the talking and just seduce her into helping us... oh, well, too late for that now. She mused silently.
"I'm going to fuck you every single day, understand?" Jacob half orders, half taunts, as his cock slams against the entrance to her womb. "You'll never tell me no." The recording session goes well, Calista finding that the beat has become a little slower, a little bassier, in accordance with the shifting tone, and finds that her experiences with the pop star duo have made it easier for her to fall into the role of seductress as she sings. Finally, it grows dark outside, and Calista's free to spend the night as she pleases. Chastity squeezes her sister's hand reassuringly as they walk, her closeness combining with the powder's afterglow to make the walk home a pleasant one indeed. "If it's any consolation, sis..." Chastity smirks with a cheeky grin, "...You were spectacular in there." As they approach home, Jenny's phone lights up with a message from her landlord. You lucked out, blondie - I've got some business to take care of tonight, so you're free. You ain't off the hook, though. Entering the building, she sees that his office is indeed empty, and is free to head upstairs. Jenny notes with surprise that her husband's home - strange for this early in the evening. Moving to greet him, she sees him hunched over his desk, head in his hands as he looks like he's on the verge of sobbing. Spotting his wife, Harry hurriedly straightens, trying to look non chalant. "H-Hey, honey!" "Don't..." The eyepatched woman grips her throat hard, flashing an angry look that makes Amethyst wonder if this is truly role play, or if something more nefarious is going on. "...Ever tell us what we can and can't do, slut. You do as we tell you, when we tell you, or you'll be punished. Clear?" To punctuate her words, another hard blow lands on the blonde's ass. Fingers penetrate her womanhood, clamps are attached to her rock hard nipples, as the hero's captors enjoy her body.
"We're of one mind, I think." Goode nods. "I have no loyalty to people who tried to sell me out and probably send me to prison. If you want my help in moving against my bosses, you have it." She gulps a little. "Though you're right, if the company withdraws its support, that triad guy might expose us to the police and press, or just send a squad of goons against us. You'll have to take care of that part."
"Aaaahn, yess. Yesssss!" Vanessa screams, feeling an orgasm quickly wash over her. She wraps her nylon-clad legs around Jacob's thin frame, urging him to pound her faster. "Mmmmh!"' While the heiress shudders, basking in her orgasmic bliss.
"Right back at you." Jenny replied with her own smile. She sighed in relief when she realized she wouldn't have to deal with her landlord that evening. Physically she was drained and she was finding the prospect of summon the energy to go out as Psychana increasingly difficult. Upon seeing Harold a number of emotions ran through her. First was surprise and curiosity at finding him home so soon followed quickly by concern at his initial appearance. While she was always happy to see him, she hated seeing him distressed. Immediately her first concern was that he'd discovered her affairs and her heart began to race; but she calmed herself and resolved to find out exactly what was wrong. "Hey yourself handsome. What're you doing home so early? I thought you were working late. Did something happen?"
"I don't care if you're a billionaire..." Jacob moans, hammering her cervix. "Or a superhero... You're mine, understand?" He says dominantly. "Oh, no, nothing." He scratches his head, smiling at her. Though her anxiety flares up that he might have found out her secret, a look at him clearly reveals that he's hiding something from her, not that he's found what she's hiding from him. For all his intelligence, after all, she's always been able to read him like a book, even without her powers, while he, despite the couple's deep connection, as never been very good at reading her.
"Hiiii!" Still feeling the afterglow of her earlier orgasm, Vanessa squeals as Jacob begins hammering her cervix. "Yess, yess, I'm youuurrrrsss!" She screamed, eyes rolling back into her head. With each thrust, the heiress felt her cervix make way for Jacob's cock. She embraces him, moaning right into his ear as she feels another climax was quickly building up.
The walls of her womb, still weak and sensitive from the pounding the fat man gave her earlier, relent with ease, and he slams his way deep inside her. "And in your mansion..." He grunts, manhood twitching as he approaches orgasm, "...I'm gonna sleep in the master, ugh, bedroom with you... So it's clear you're mine."
While she was happy that she felt her secret was safe, Jenny's concern wasn't abated; instead it only grew. She didn't like the idea that Harold was keeping something from her, but she trusted that he would tell her in time. If necessary she'd press him later that evening when they were both in bed. In the meantime she sauntered over to him and gave him a deep kiss 'hello' before she hugged him while he was sitting, burying his face in her breasts. "Our landlord stopped me on our way out this morning." she informed him when she broke away from her husband. "He said he never got our rent payment. I told him I'd check with you about it and promised him his money by the end of the week. Did something happen with our bank or... something?"
Feeling the walls of her womb cave under Jacob's relentless pounding, "Nghiiiiii!" Vanessa throws her head back as his cock reaches her womb. The walls of her pussy tightening around his shaft like a vice, "Yesss, m-masterrrrr." She mewled, quivering from a second squirting orgasm after a short delay from her first.
Harry responds happily to the kiss, his tongue dancing against hers, before rubbing his face against her chest. "C-Careful, honey... You're going to make it hard for me to focus on work like this." He chuckles weakly, before going red. "I, uh... Yeah... I was hoping he wouldn't bother you with that." Scratching his head, he looks down. "Revenues for the team...Well, they've been practically nonexistent lately. Our donors haven't been paying, and with all the business with Infinity, I haven't had time to focus on the money. I'd... I'd hoped I could get it sorted before you found out." Harry looks humiliated - what man would want his wife to know that he can't pay the bills? But still, it doesn't seem like money is what had him on the verge of tears earlier.
Finally, Jacob grunts, and Vanessa feels her womb being filled. The two of them slide down the wall, the boy caressing her and holding her as they sit against the floor, exhausted.
Her first attempts at a more sultry version of her alto voice are poor--wracked by anxiety regarding the changes and her fury for Vince. After a few false starts, she remembers the desirous looks aimed at her by Lee, Vince, the studio's staff, and others. Calista channels the confidence those memories provide, refining her singing into a low alto/high contralto, making it seem like the lower end of her natural vocal range. Working with the audio engineer, they make changes to the lyrics as appropriate, keeping the cheerful tone while changing the subject matter to evoke a more serious, hot-and-heavy relationship, without becoming graphic, instead of the superficial, more innocent imagery from the previous version. ---------- Finally done for the day, Calista yawns as she walks through the studio's front doors. Recalling the news story from the morning, she resolves to go home, eat, and go out as Sonata for the first time in weeks in order to learn what she can about the Tinnitus fire.
Now dressed up, Sonata explores the news. Apparently foul play is expected in the fire - arson, or a bombing, with some people suggesting that he himself might have been the cause, given that he killed several members of the gang, which he discovers is called the Dead Rabbits.
"Aaaaahn." Vanessa quivers, feeling her womb get filled up once more. "M-master... Jacob." She mumbles, her mind flooded with pleasure, she could barely form any coherent thoughts.
"Heh..." He chuckles. "I guess I went a little too hard. Come one, lets go to bed." He slips a hand beneath her knees, and the other under her back, before hoisting her up and carrying her to the bedroom.
"Haaahn... haahn." Vanessa panted like a bitch in heat, her pussy dripping with her juices, and his cum. She slowly recovered her strength, and mental faculties. Only to remember how it wasn't even midday yet...
I probably won't be able to find much, but I kind of owe it to their boss' brother to check it out. He does a once-over on his outfit, and then departs for the club, careful to avoid notice since he's considered a suspect by the media.
