"H-huh?" Vanessa froze as the AI gave confirmation. "N-no, that, that isn't..." She wanted to deny it, but she knew the engram wouldn't have any reason to lie. Which sadly made things much worse. "These... recordings... where did he keep them?" She asked in order to destroy any traces of it.
"I believe he kept them in his mansion - in a safe behind the painting near the piano, on the second floor." The AI replies. "I suppose you mean to destroy the copies?"
Vanessa takes note of the location, her mind still refusing to believe that her mother would cheat on her father. "H-huh, yes, obvious I will. What else is there to do!" The heiress gave a flustered reply, as a small part of her mind wanted to watch it. I should... confirm for myself, there's no way she'd willingly... Oscar must have drugged her or something! She thinks to herself.
"You could keep them. Watch them yourself." The AI says. "Verify that what I'm saying is true. It's only logical." The engram seems to agree with her thinking, or at least her excuses.
"T-then maybe I will verify it for myself." Vanessa replies, still flustered. She asks the AI about the security in Oscar's mansion, along with the safe's code, before unplugging the engram. And changing into her super hero costume to sneak in, steal it, and rush back home.
"Ah! Ah! AHm~" Faye kept moaning as the cop fucked her roughly. Slap! "Ah! Cumming! Cumming again!" She exclaimed as a hand landed on her ass. The climaxing again as she felt his hot seed filling her. She collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, panting, as her body shook from pleasure. "Are... are we done... officer?" She asked weakly, "AH!" She exclaimed as the man grabbed her hair and slammed his cock into her mouth, making her clean it. He realised he head wealthy and submissive fuck buddy.
"A surprisingly pleasant one." Jenny offered containing her excitement. She couldn't believe her luck that Harry found the idea of her having sex with other people arousing! She was terrified that he was eventually going to find out and leave her, but this revelation was promising. She wasn't so foolish to confuse fantasy with reality, but if she could get him to the point where he'd be okay with her cheating on him then she might be able to get whatever her compulsion was out of her system without risking her marriage! But she had to be careful and gentle with how she approached it so-as-to push him further into the idea without scaring him off. "If your interested, we can talk more about this fantasy later." "What!?..." Jenny muttered in shock before she moved to hug her husband in comfort. "Oh honey I had no idea, I'm so sorry." "Fucking corrupt cops in this city!" Jenny thought to herself in anger. Jetstream being back on the streets was bad news. It'd taken the whole team to bring him down last time! With Mike cut, Ty working with Infinity, Sondra gone, and Harry injured, the prospect of taking on Jetstream by herself seemed daunting. "He doesn't know who we are." Jenny consoled him. "So he can't hurt Harold and Jenny Foxx. That means we can choose when and where to bring him down again. We just have to be patient. Until we're ready, we're safe."
“My name is Azura, I am the one that helped you yesterday by distracting the monster you were fighting. If you are done with whatever was happening at the bank, I'd like to talk to you.” The magical girl replied quickly, not wanting to waste time.
Sarcastic, he says "I'm generally not a fan of buildings being blown up, especially when I get blamed for it..." His tone turns genuine as his heart lurches a little. "...and I don't want your brother being targeted by whoever did this. He's a good kid."
Luckily, the AI's instructions are accurate, and Vanessa easily works her way into the comatose businessman's home - guarded on the outside by a bored looking security guard, but completely abandoned on the inside. Soon, a number of video tapes in hand, she returns to safety at home.
Erik groans, collapsing atop her, not bothering to pull out, as his cum fills her womb. "Yeah..." He breathes softly. "We're done." Idly, he strokes her body, chuckling. "You're not looking for a husband, by any chance? I can't think of a better retirement, living in the lap of luxury, fucking my nympho wife, and watching her get fucked."
Once back home, she tells Lawrence that she'll be calling it an early night. As she locks herself in her room, not even bothering to change out of her heroine outfit, with the tapes in hand, Vanessa feels her heart pounding in her chest. This is... they're lying. Mom can't be... She thinks to herself, shaking her head, she takes a deep breath as she plugs in some headphones to avoid any sound from leaking. She randomly chooses a video to play, mentally preparing herself for what's to come...
"Yeah..." Harry breathes as they continue to bask in the atmosphere of what they just did. "God, she really looks like you, doesn't she?" He laughs, as 'Candy's' face is covered in cum. Growing serious once more, he hugs her back, tightly. "I know...I just... There's so much evidence of all his crimes. If only the cops and prosecution would commit to putting him away! They're just too scared their shady dealings will come out if they do... If only there was someone among them who wasn't a coward." He shakes his head. "But you're right - he's no danger to us. We'll put him back where he belongs, one way or another. And once I've healed, I'll pay him back for what he did to me."
She's quiet for a moment, before nodding, the anger visibly seeping out of her. "...Yeah, he is." She sighs. "It's the Easterners. Russians, Serbians, Albanians, all the old Eastern European gangs united under the Blunted Sickle. Their leader, Constantin, some pale faced pretty boy, is muscling in hard, after I lost those men to you so publicly. I hear he's got costumes in his gang - that's what caused this, I think." She gestures to the burnt out bar. "You gonna come out and face me? I won't bite. Hard."
The screen flashes, before the VHS player chugs along, showing somewhat grainy footage of Oscar's old office back at headquarters - a room she recalls vividly from her time as Oscar's pupil. The POV is from behind Oscar's desk, the camera catching some of his hand and stomach in frame. Looking at the date, Vanessa sees that this was recorded about five years before her parent's deaths. The door opens, and Vanessa's heart leaps as she sees her mother entering the office, into middle age by this point, but still incredibly beautiful, buxom body trapped under an elegant business suit. "Aah, Mrs Fitzgerald, what a pleasure! Please, how may I help you this evening?" Oscar says jovially. "Oscar... You know what you can do for me." Vanessa sees her mother blush, as she speaks. "But this time is the last time." Oscar chuckles deeply. "Baby, it's been the 'last time' every time we've done this for the last decade. By this point, your pussy is more used to my cock than it ever was your husband's." Vanessa watches in shock, as her mother, the fierce, independent tigress who could make a man want to cry with just a piercing look, looks at the floor like a nervous schoolgirl. "Just... Let's just get it on with, can we?" Her hands go to her blouse. "Uh, uh, uh..." Oscar clicks his tongue in mock disapproval, stopping her mother in her tracks. "Remember what we agreed last time? If you couldn't help yourself and came crawling back to me, you'd be doing some literal crawling. Get on your knees, crawl under my desk, and beg - or you can get out of my office and see if your husband can satisfy you." Vanessa watches her mother gulp, before sinking to her knees, submissively crawling beneath the desk, and between the scumbag's legs. "Please..." She groans. "Please, fuck me... My husband's could never satisfy me like you can... I'll do what you want, just please fuck me." The matriarch's attitude hasn't let up - she still looks up at the camera with scorn, but it doesn't look like she's angry so much with Oscar, as with herself. Almost as she wasn't being blackmailed by him, and was fighting a losing war against her own need. Vanessa looks on in horror as her mother gags on Oscar's titanic manhood, her normally serene face running mascara and covered in spit as she deep throats the giant length. "Hey, Ozzie!" Vanessa hears her father's voice, the camera pointing upwards to show him entering the room. "I was wondering how we were doing for that lastest acquisit- what's with the camera?" He raises an eyebrow. "Oh, this?" Oscar says cheerily to Vanessa's father, as the man's wife chokes on his cock just out of sight. "I'm just recording some of these figures - the memory ain't what it used to be." He chuckles, and his old friend chuckles with him. "I know that feeling. Okay, keep me updated on that acquisition. Oh, and could you tell my wife to come find me, if you see her? I've been looking for her all over the place. Women, am I right?" He rolls his eyes. "Will do, bud." Oscar says with a smile in his voice, not a mite of shame in his entire body. Seemingly satisfied with the milf's performance, Oscar has her stand after her husband leaves the room, bending her over the table. There's no more foreplay - none's needed - the camera captures the way her pussy drips with need. Setting up the camera to capture the lewd scene, Oscar begins to fuck her, and Vanessa's uncomfortably reminded of her own sex tape. The milf starts off haughty, showing her reluctance even as her body begs for more, but eventually the resistance stops, and all that's left is a needy whore who responds to Oscar's abuse with extreme enthusiasm. "Oh, yes..." She moans. "...Maaaasssterr...." (Hope this didn't drag too long)
"Right, yeah, I remember." She nods, still blushing with embarrassment at being caught mid-change. From her demeanor, it seems like this heroine is a little shy, despite her bravery in fighting a giant monster. "I, uh, okay... Well, we're in an alley, so they shouldn't hear us, I think."
(It was great!) As the VHS played, Vanessa had mixed feelings as she saw her mother. But, as the video went on, her heart sank, unable to believe that the proud, headstrong woman she looked up to was brought with pleasure. The same struggles she's currently enduring herself, N-no, no, this can't be. She thinks to herself, even as her eyes were glued to the screen. Her gloved hands unconsciously moving to rub her crotch through her leotard, and pantyhose. "M-mom..." She whimpered, recalling how this would be her fate, if the collar Oscar locked around her neck wasn't enchanted with a Goddess' power. "No this... this is a fluke, it must be!" Vanessa said to herself, as she starts playing the other tapes. Unaware that her hand was also beginning to rub her crotch harder, and faster. Her own arousal rising as she watched her proud mother get humiliated by the fat traitor...
“Alright, if you're sure... So, how much do you know about the monster you fought yesterday? And more importantly, how much do you know about his boss?” Azura decided to get straight to the point. “You should probably finish changing while we talk...” She added a moment later.
The tapes vary - some display her mother as a younger woman, some are clearly located in Century City, while others are set in exotic locales. All are the same in one aspect, however - they show her mother starting haughty, before being quickly turned into a willing fucktoy by Oscar. Vanessa can only make it through a few tapes, before she feels an orgasm rapidly approaching, assaulting her senses with vigor. "Come on, master... Please, I can't take it any longer..." Vanessa sees her mother begging, in a video dated only a month before her death. "Just a moment, pet... You understand the plan? Your role in it?" She nods vigorously. "Good..." Oscar chuckles. "Then let's begin." With only that cryptic exchange differentiated, the latest tape Vanessa views turns out like the rest, showing her mother assaulted by orgasm after orgasm as her body is used by her lover of over a decade, if the tapes are to be believed.
"Not a lot." The heroine admits. "The monster started attacking people, I think of its own volition, you know, like animal instincts?" The young woman says. "Our first fight was inconclusive, but I managed to get a tracker on him. I followed him to the sewers under that hotel, and during the fight he mentioned he had a boss." She goes red as Azura makes her suggestion, voice rising to a squeak. "Ah, yeah, sure... Could you... Turn around? I've got to change my um, you know..."
