Jenny only smiled at her husband's comment insinuating an erection. Although the thought of probing his mind popped into her head Jenny immediately dismissed it. She'd never invade his privacy without his permission. Jenny stroked her husband's cheek affectionately. "Oh Harry..." she chided gently with a smile on her face to let him know he had no reason to be embarrassed about it. "We should have this worked out soon enough. I'm signing that new contract tomorrow and if we don't see the money in our account by the end of the week I have enough cash that should cover it. Everything will be sorted out soon." She kissed him again, quickly this time with a chaste one on his cheek. "I've got some work tonight myself." she said to him speaking vaguely enough knowing he'd pick up on what she meant. "If Chastity's looking to stay in could I trouble you into keeping her company tonight? I'm not sure when I'll be back. Hopefully it isn't too late." Jenny left for their bedroom where she stripped and changed into her Psychana outfit. Once again the material felt unusually tight around her thighs and pressed up against her pussy. That shouldn't have been the case as the suit was tailor made for her, and her figure hadn't changed to her knowledge. She shrugged off that notion though and looked at herself in her full-length mirror. She felt tired, physically exhausted, and the prospect of going out on patrol - even a quick one - seemed daunting. Then her eyes caught glimpse of the bag of white powder she'd taken from the ship and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Jenny went into her en suite bathroom, retrieved a razor, opened the bag, cut a small amount of the powder into a line, put the bag back, turned back to the line, then hesitated for a brief moment. She knew she shouldn't, knew it was crazy to even contemplate. She didn't know what the substance was or what repeated use would do. But she did know it boosted her powers and gave her a huge boost of energy. "Caffeine and sugar can do the last one." a nagging voice in her head pointed out. She ignored it and snorted the line.
Jacob lies next to her, fallen into a early nap after the pounding he just put his lover through, leaving Vanessa some time to think.
Sonata makes his way across the city, taking his place on a rooftop overlooking the club. The damage, he observes, is extensive, the facade blackened and caved in in several places, revealing an interior that's even worse off, with ash clouds still slowly rising and taken away by the breeze. Out in front of the club, beyond the police tape, the hero sees the gang leader he apprehended a month ago, now entirely free, and looking furious as she talks into a cell phone.
Mmmh... w-what is going on with me. I've... never been this lustful. Vanessa thinks to herself, blushing as she realized she's had more orgasms these past few weeks, than her entire adult life. I wasn't a prude, and my partners weren't bumbling virgins either. And yet... Her mind then wanders to her recent sexual encounters. Making her shudder, N-no, this is probably just stress... She tries to deny the fact that she's recently found being dominated too arousing. After pondering her thoughts for a few minutes, Vanessa slowly gets off the bed to avoid waking Jacob. But as she felt his cum drip down her thighs, she gulped, realizing she'll need to head home to change. And unless Jacob wakes up, Vanessa puts her mask back on, and flies back to their secret base, cleaning herself up, and changing back into her civilian dress. After that, she checks on the news to learn of recent happenings.
"I know, I just... That's your money that's coming in. You're the one who's going to earn it - it has nothing to do with me. A man should be able to provide for the one he loves..." He sighs, before nodding. "Sure, Chastity and I will watch a movie, or something. We're actually becoming pretty fast friends, you know." He chuckles. Once suited up, Jenny finds that even a small amount of the powder is enough to give her what she needs... What I want... She corrects herself. Snorting the line, her powers flare up, and instantly she feels her husband's embarrassment, Chastity's satisfaction over the day's events, and across the building, her super's lust. As she flexes her psychic might, she feels the drug doing its work, her worries and stresses disappearing as if they never existed, replaced by an all encompassing pleasure that spreads through her body.
Jenny let out a satisfied breath before she giggled lightly. She felt energized and powerful, like she could take on a cohort of the world's most powerful supervillains single-handedly and win. This stuff was good! Psychana stepped out onto her balcony and Jenny felt the cooling air hit the exposed skin of her torso. Once again her nerves felt alive and she was more sensitive to external stimuli. More effortlessly than normal, she propelled herself into the air to tour the city, and enjoyed the wind whip against her body. As she traveled through the air her now enhanced telepathy had its range extended and moving between the buildings she didn't need line-of-sight to eavesdrop on the thoughts of the people within them. She felt the thoughts, feelings, and emotions of the people of the city batter the walls of her psychic defenses as she went about her patrol...
I don't know where to even begin investigating a fire...Wait, she's out? Probably on bail or something. Or she has cops on payroll. Or something. She will not be happy to see me again. Sonata stays in hiding as he attempts to direct his hearing to listen in on the conversation the woman is having, assuming it's related to the ruined club.
Slurp, gulp, sulrp! "Ahm~!" T'yala gasped, letting go of the dick, as she had to take air. Slap! A hand landed on her cheek. "You don't get to rest~" Another policeman grabbed her by the hair and shoved his dick into her mouth. He was then facefucking her. "Alright." Rebeka - the one-eyed policewoman finished preparing the documents on the table. "We can begin." The officer grabbed the blond heroine by her hair and bend her over the table, pushing the large tits against the cold steel and kicking her legs apart. "Ah!" A gasp escaped the heroine as a large dick impaled her greedy snatch and started slamming into her. "Let's start with your fight during the bank robbery on September the 6th, the previous year." Rebeka said. "Ah, ugh - what-ah!" T'yala hissed as electric prod shocked her breast. "You were asked a question, slut." Jane, the other female police waved the electric prod, before she pushed the prod into blond's breast. "Speak." "Ah! Yes, I capture-of fuck!" She screamed as the man slammed his dick deep into her. "Ah! Four-ban-oh-ndits! Ah uh! Hum!" The heroine continued panting as the slapping noises filled the room. Rebeka slowly scribbled on the paper. "What about the collateral damage?" She asked after a moment. "Ah, hu, the -uh, bantidts-AH!" Slap! The man behind her slapped her ass and pulled her by the hair. "She was asking about the damage you've done~" Jane said slowly, her fingers grinding against T'yala's snatch. "Ah~" She bit her lip. "T-three cars-" Her hips shivered from stimulation... T'yala, as her body was stimulated and abused, answered truthfully... only kept silent about her private life and persona. {we can throw dice to check how successful she is about keeping it a secret?}
“Of course. That man needs to be dealt with – now that he has gotten it into his head that he can take over the city he won't stop. Even if his current plan fails he will surely try something else later, thus he must be stopped before he manages to do any real damage. Fortunately since he wants to crush everyone else he's unlikely to try making alliances.” Azura assured the other woman.
Spoiler: Psychic Roll D100: Psychana manages to avoid psychic backlash this time, cruising through the city at higher speeds that normal. She's cruising around for a short while, stopping a few purse snatchers and freeing a woman from a car wreck - finding the job easy with her enhanced telekinesis. Then, she hears a loud crashing, and goes to investigate. A few blocks away, the heroine sees what looks to be some sort of robot standing in the center of the street. Grasped in a cold metal hand is a badly beaten male costume, who hands limply, before being discarded.
Checking the news, Vanessa sees nothing of interest to her, but as she looks through her emails, spots a peculiar email from an unknown address. Curiosity getting the better of her, the heroine clicks on the video linked to the email, and has to immediately hit the mute button to not blast Lawrence with the sounds of her erotic moans. Eyes wide, the heiress looks at the video Hammer's men took of her when she was captured, begging them to fuck her harder. Beneath the video, an ominous message stands: I was planning to fuck Vanessa Fitzgerald, and this crazy hero chick. Little did I know they were the same bitch. Don't worry, baby, I'll be keeping this info to myself - don't like letting other people get my prizes. Be seeing you soon, rich girl. -H Vanessa thinks back to the battle on the boat, when she used her powers in front of Hammer's gang - apparently they weren't as inattentive as she'd thought. "Madame? Madame?" Vanessa's stirred by her bodyguard's calls. "A message from Vincent, madame. He requests your presence - says he has a lead."
"Is that a robot or a cyborg?" Psychana wondered and reached out with her telepathy to probe if the thing had a mind she could manipulate. She flew over to the machine and called out "Hold it right there!" Psychana didn't want to initiate anything as she didn't know much about the situation. Was the robot the aggressor? Or was the costume a supervillain and the robot was some sort of security tool? Her eyes darted between the robot and the fallen costume and she watched them both. She tried to see if she could identity the costume and also, hopefully, check to make sure his injuries weren't too severe. She also wanted to watch out for hostile action from the automaton. "If you can talk, explain yourself!"
Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: Sonata's able to leap from rooftop to rooftop easily, the sounds of the city easily obscuring the noises he makes, with the gang leader seeming too occupied to notice much anyway. "Listen here, you motherfucker! I don't care how many men you've got, or how rich you are. You think you can blow up my bar, sell drugs on my streets, take my people God knows where - just because a costume beat me up? Don't you dare threaten my bro, asshole! Yeah, you'd better not have been. Stay the hell out of my turf, or I'm gonna kick your pasty ass!"
Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: To her surprise, T'yala's able to endure - mostly - keeping her mouth shut and her human identity obscured, at least for now.
"W-what!?" Vanessa gasped, eyes read the message. While the video of her getting gangbanged played, her cheeks flush red with shame. This is bad! She screams inside her head, though it seems that he didn't plan on spreading her identity to his cohorts. Having a villain realize who she was, is still a cause for concern. Khh, damn it. Calm down, he doesn't seem like the blackmailing kind. I just have to make sure he doesn't get the better of me in a fight again. She thinks to herself, trying to calm herself down. Though as Lawrence walked in, Vanessa almost smashed the laptop to pieces as she hurriedly closes it. "Vincent? Okay, sure, I'll go meet with him. Just ask for a location." She said with a slightly nervous chuckle, waiting for Lawrence to leave, before opening the laptop and closing the perverted video. After that, she heads on over to meet with her ally? Was what she wanted to think, but knowing how much Vince wants the company, she knew she needed to be on her toes around him.
Sadly, as she looks at the machine, she sees that it's just that - a machine. Taking a look at the costume, she sees that she vaguely recognises him, though she doesn't know his name - he's some sort of mid-tier hero, no rookie, but far from the level of Infinity or Mistress Fate. He's breathing, though that's really all she can say. The robot's eyes flash blue, and Psychana sees some sort of laser flash out, running up and down her body, before the machine speaks. "Telekinetically empowered human female - power level above average. More than satisfactory candidate. Do not resist." The robot raises its arms, pads on its metal palms beginning to light up and thrum with energy.
.... "Yhm, slurp, ghu!" T'yala was standing, her one piece shredded, laying on the ground, she was held by her hair, as her throat and pussy were fucked - her pussy almost constantly since the begging of the interrogation, her throat since the questions ended... She was enjoying this... but the constant fucking started taking it's tall on her. She was more submissive as the people around her were demanding of her... The two women were checking the papers and talking quietly with Erik, as the rest of the officers used her for their pleasure.
Vanessa arrives soon after at the headquarters of a record label - one of Vince's personally owned companies, she remembers. Going past his secretary, she finds the fat man waiting for her in an elegantly designed office. "Ah, Vanessa. I was looking to get in contact with that superpowered attack dog of yours. I've found a target - a property Oscar owned before his accident, that's suddenly started to drawing a huge amount of power from the city, with people going in and out constantly, despite the fact that it's supposed to be empty. Could be squatters, but I doubt it - this is more power than it would take to keep the lights and heaters on, way more."
"Sorry-" "not sorry" "-not today." Psychana stated before she reached out with her psychokinesis to crush the robot's palms.
