Finally, the last of the officers groans and sends a spurt of cum over T'yala's well used body, the heroine lying on the floor, exhausted.
Spoiler: Telekinesis Roll D100: The robot's eyes flash red as its hands clank and break inwards. "Do not resist - it's only your energy I need, not your life." Despite its words, soon the red glow in its eyes expands, a laser beam shooting out toward her, cutting through a traffic light and stop sign with ease.
"A property Oscar owned, drowning vast amounts of power?" Vanessa raised her eyebrow, ignoring the fact that Vince is probably using this company to fuck upcoming idols. "And where did you get this information?" She asked in a curious tone as she walks around his office. "Hmm, but if what you've said is true..." The heiress recalls Oscar's engram saying how Octavius was fond of "high-tech" things. It checks out, I suppose I can investigate tonight. She thinks to herself, "You don't expect my people to do all the heavy lifting, do you?" Vanessa said, trying to determine if Vince had anyone else looking into this matter.
{Not sure how to proceed from this point on } "Oh dear~" Jane grabbed the blond by the hair and raised her to her feet. The heels of her thigh-high boots clicked loudly as she regained balance. "We are not done yet, with you, trash~" She chuckled as she raised a sex wind between heroine's thighs. "You will be too spent to move, when we are done~" "Ah~" T'yala shook as another orgasm rocked her body.
She didn't know how much force was necessary to crush the robot's hands, but she doubted she would have had the power to do so without using the drug. For a moment she was filled with confidence and was loving her enhanced powers before she had to try and dodge out of the way of the beams. "Holy Shit!" Psychana thought to herself as she flew around. "What do you mean?" she asked using her powers to lift up the fallen section of traffic light and throw it at the robot's leg, wanting to knock it to the ground. "Who built you? and what do you need my energy for?"
(Sorry, not sure how to word things. Hopefully this makes sense.) “Can you do something about the mutagen production without putting yourself in danger? Slow it down, or even stop it completely, at least for a limited time? The gangster is in a hurry to get more, and your bosses are forced to go along, but when people rush mistakes happen... Also, can you find out how much they have already given him? I know that he already has at least on transformed soldier, but I assume he has more.” Azura looked back.
"I did research. It's a skill you have to learn when you're not born a billionaire." The fat man chuckles. "Well, I don't have anyone in my entourage with superpowers. Well, there's that one super I told you about before, but she's not officially a Fitzgerald Industries asset, yet." Vince shakes his head. "Want me to send some people with your girl? I can have a security team go with."
"Ladies, I think it's time to get blondie here back home." Erik approaches, chuckling. "We've got some training scheduled with the young'uns." The two police women look at each other, and then at T'yala. "Really? Because we were planning to teach this bitch that she's no different than any other criminal - by taking her down to the cell blocks and throwing her in." Jane looks at the blonde. "So, bitch, what do you think you deserve? Have you learnt your lesson, or do you need more punishment?"
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Psychana barely manages to dodge the lasers, having to pat a section of her suit down as it's scalded by the sheer closeness of the superhot beams. One of the machine's legs is snapped clean off, and it falls to the ground. "My mission here is accomplished - I need energy to return to my own time." The robot says cryptically, but freely, even as its eyes glow for another attack.
"Right, I'm sure "research" allows you to access the city's power grid to see how much power an area is using?" Vanessa shoots back, though she doesn't pry too much into sources. "It's a shame, but it's also for the best. My "superpowered attack dog" works alone, so no need for your security team." The heiress replies with a smirk, "Is that everything then?" She asked, though as they're supposed to be working together. Vanessa shares a little of what she knows, mainly on Octavius' origins, but she keeps the engram of Oscar a secret.
"Sure - with my authority, I should be able to get the lab closed for a short time at least. If I try it too long, though, questions will probably get asked, though." She looks through some of the documentation with her. "From what I've been able to itemize - enough for a production run of ten mutations."
Once again Psychana used her psychokinesis to hold the robot's head face down onto the pavement so that the beams would shoot into the ground. "Your own time!?" she exclaimed skeptically "When are you from? What's your mission?"
At the mention of further punishment, the lust filled body of superheroine reacted with shiver. "Ahm~" Was the only sound escaping her throat. Erik chuckled. "Well, she is too filthy now to be used by law enforcers... after ten hours of fucking she might be a little filthy. So I guess she can be of some use to quel discontent prisoners~" Erik grabbed her by the hair and pulled to her feet. Blondie swayed - the only thing she was wearing were her thigh-high heeled boots, nipple piercings and cuffs. Her body was flushed, covered with semen, her skin covered with hand and whip marks. Erik started dragging her deeper into the building~
Spoiler: Telekinesis Roll D100: Psychana thinks she might have gotten a little cocky - the beam shoots out, scoring a cauterised cut on her arm, though the pain is far lessened by the drug in her system. "2147. Eliminate future resistance members..." The robot says, even as it struggles against her powers.
As the blonde is marched naked into the lock up, she hears the shouts, wolf-whistles and taunts of the thugs held in the cells - she notes that the police sent her to the section with the worst of the worst. "Enjoy, babe." Erik chuckles. "See you tomorrow." He tosses her into a cell, the blonde weakly looking up and seeing a group of thugs looking down at her. As the bars slam shut behind her, she realises that these are the thieves she beat up and apprehended earlier. Did Erik pick them intentionally? "Well... Time for round three." The leader of the punks grins, pressing his foot on top of her head in a show of dominance.
"Interesting... So the kid's Oscar's brat. I have to say, that's ruthless, even for him." Vince seems genuinely surprised at his colleague's ruthlessness. "There was one other thing, yeah..." He moves from his seat. "I was wondering if you'd rethought my offer to work together more closely."
"Ah fuck!" Psychana cried in both pain and surprise. Her hand moved to cover the cauterized wound but found it tender and sore so she withdrew it. "Eliminate future resistance members?" she thought to herself "You've killed people?!" she accused. Feeling she had enough information to make a judgement about the thing, fueled by anger she reached out with her psychokinesis again to crush the machine and then tear it apart.
"Yes, sadly I can't deny that his... drive is..." Vanessa grumbles, recalling how he'd even betray her family just to succeed. But then, as Vince asked his question again, "I have, and I don't see the point in doing so." She replied, even though it's slipped her mind. She knew Vince was just aiming to use her to usurp the company.
T'yala could only whimper, as she raised her ass up. A moment later a shart slap on her ass made her spread her legs... and she felt dick penetrate her. * * * ... She was hanging suspended, swaying. Her mind was still in pieces after the fucking she recived. She was in... a van? In a back of the van. Her body was cleaned, but her wardrobe still consited of only her boots, cuffs... the piercings were gone! Instead, she felt a pomp milking her breasts. A large milk container was slowly filled with her milk - "Ah~" She climaxed as her body shook from pleasure. The van stopped and the backdoor opened. "You are up~" Erik greted her as he detached the milking tubes. He then chuckled. "Well, maybe not entirely up." He said as he attached the golden piercings back. Immdiately T'yala's body flooded with pleasure, her mind blanking for a moment. "Now~" He opened a zipper. The blond took his dick into her mouth and started automatically sucking it. "I have what we meet for... so where to drop you~" He wondered as blond pleasured him with her mouth.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: "The preferred term is 'terminated'." The robot manages, before Psychana smashes it to pieces with ease. Slowly, the civilians who'd been hiding up to this point come out from behind trash cans and parked cars, and begin to clap, as sirens announce the arrival of police cars and an ambulance. The fallen hero is taken into the ambulance, one of the paramedics asking if she wants assistance for the cut on her arm. Before too long, the heroine gets a message from her husband. "Hey, babe - Chas and I saw what happened on the news. Great work. I don't want to hold you up - Fitzgerald Industries just sent us a message - they want to give you a new high tech costume they've developed, and do a photo shoot of you in it. They wanted to know when you're available."
