"Yes, yes, computers here are monitored to prevent the chances of a leak." Lewis nods. "Let's go." Heading back to the dead woman's office, Lewis enters a code onto her computer. "Hmm..." He hums, going through her emails. "It seems as though she thought the lab had been infiltrated - that somehow the previous owner still had his claws in the company. There's no name of who she was talking to, though. The address is gibberish."
"I want... To see what you want.." The woman smiles, as Jenny feels her ankles being magically bound, her legs pulled apart. The woman places her glowing hand against Psychana's head. Psychana braces to defend her mind, but against the woman's magic, psychic barriers are useless. "Interesting... I shall fulfill your wish... Nass'im no terram..." The woman utters enigmatically, before Jenny feels her body growing hot. Her skimpy lower garment slides down a little as she struggles, and suddenly she sees a dark symbol forming above her womanhood.
"What? That's... that must be why she wanted to meet." Vanessa mumbled, "But if it is, it's even more odd that she'd go along with someone who stole your keycard. Did they use yours to cover who they are... or?" She continued mumbling, realizing that maybe a shapeshifter copied Lewis' appearance. It's a stretch... but with most people having special powers, it wouldn't be impossible. The heiress thinks to herself, while reading through the woman's emails, trying to find what made her think Oscar still had connections to this place.
Jenny was shocked that the woman could seemingly so easily bypass her telepathic defenses. She'd never encountered a foe with such power and she felt her fear grow while her breath became labored as her temperature climbed. "Wh-what are you doing to me?" she asked and felt sweat begin to form on her forehead. She struggled against her bindings in a desperate attempt to free herself, but froze when she saw the dark etching on her skin. "What have you done to me? Who are you?"
Lewis shrugs, ceding the chair to Vanessa. Sadly, the communications are too vague for Vanessa to get much more than what she already knows.
"Curses." Vanessa sighed, "Alright, I think we're done here. All that's left is to... call this it in." She sighed, deciding to call Lawrence for help. "Doctor Lewis, someone will be here soon. Please, just follow their instructions, and this will all be over soon." She said with a smile, despite implying that they're about to set up a crime scene. "I feel sorry for her, but all we can do now is bring her killer to justice."
The woman removes her hand, undoing the laces of Jenny's lower garment so that the blonde can see the spade tattoo above her pussy, and the white q inside it. "I made your fantasy a reality. Don't worry - if you use your powers, you can hide it from view, so your husband won't find out. At least, not until you want him to." The woman doesn't explain how she knows Jenny has a husband. "There are a few...perks, as well. But I'll leave you to discover those on your own." She giggles, a delightful sound, and then Jenny's bindings loosen and the blonde falls to the floor. "You know who I am." She says. "I serve lady Isis - you do too, even if you don't want to admit it." She caresses Jetstream. "Our mission is complete. Time we were on our way." The villain grins, moving to follow the sorceress, looking over his shoulder at Jenny. "I can't wait to hear you beg."
With her bindings gone, Jenny found she didn't have the strength to stand and collapsed into a heap on the floor. She knew she should get to her feet and bring the two of them to justice, but as she stared at her new mark she could do nothing but gawk. The truth of the woman's words stung her, but she didn't want to admit it and simply looked away. But as the pair moved to leave Jenny chanced a glance up at Jetstream after his last jab and her look was full of dread and anticipation. She didn't try to stop them as they left, instead she just stayed in a slump on the floor, her eyes fixated on her new mark. Her gloved hand gently touched the spade symbol and she marveled as the 'Q' in the center gave off a light pink glow. Her fingers lightly traced along the edge of the spade and an faint, intricate, seeming tribal, design emerged roughly in the shape of her reproductive system. In this second image what would be her ovaries also bore the spade symbol with a 'Q' inside. Jenny didn't know how long she sat in the room, surrounded by the antiques and fallen guards, but before the first man came to his senses she snapped out of her reverie and she rose to her feet. The moment her hand left the tattoo the second image faded and she pulled her hot-pants back into their proper position and refastened them. She shot herself back into the sky and once she was several hundred feet in the air she wrapped herself up in her cape. "Fuck." she muttered before anger and self-loathing took over. "FUCK!!!" "God-fucking-damn-it Jenny!" she cursed herself. "You didn't do fucking anything! You just stood there and let that woman do whatever the fuck she wanted to you! You didn't even say 'No' or 'Stop'!" Jenny felt tears welling in her eyes as she thought about her lack of action. "Some superhero you are..." She thought about Jetstream, and tried to focus on the memory of what he did to Harold and let the anger fuel her strength, but all her mind focused on was the massive bulge in his pants and fantasies of him fucking her flooded into her mind as her pussy once again started flooding her shorts. "More like a breeding mare for black cock..." she thought to herself before the image in the head of one of the men at Loretta's came into her mind of her nursing two babies. Spoiler: Thought After another minute of wallowing of self-pity Jenny wiped her eyes and set off for home. A short time into her flight she turned her communicator back on. "Harry. It's me. I'm okay. I didn't catch him. And I'm coming home."
"Yes, yes..." He nods absent-mindedly. "Perhaps you should go. It might be better for you not to be associated with this on the record."
"I'm glad you understand. Thank you, doctor." Vanessa nods, and leaves the place to go back home. She dismisses her heroes, thanking them for responding so quickly, before driving away. Once she's back home, Vanessa wastes no time in changing into her superhero uniform, asking Lawrence what they've found in the park, before her match with the Scarlet Ranger.
"Oh, thank God, honey." Harold responds immediately, relief easy to hear in his voice. "That doesn't matter, all that matters is that you're safe. I'll see you soon, sweetheart." Absentmindedly, she flies across Century City, her thoughts a mess of guilt and lust intermingled. "I...I don't know what's happening." Harold says, his expression ashamed as she glances up at him in the moonlight. He lies atop her, thrusting his manhood inside her. He'd been filled with worry as she came home, but once she'd managed to convince him she was alright, he'd reminded her of his request that morning, and she'd been too guilt ridden to refuse. Now, though, Harold's cock remains limp inside her. "I-I... It's not you, honey, I just... Can't." Humiliated, Harold pulls out, and the couple fall asleep in awkward silence. Jenny's eyes close, then open again, revealing Century City's rooftops stretched out over the horizon. A water tower stands ruptured, spraying its contents into a puddle on the roof. Looking into her reflection in the water, illuminated by the moonlight, Jenny sees Psychana, about twenty years older, but still indescribably beautiful. Jenny looks up, as a costumed villain goes flying into the tower, rupturing it further. Darting her head around, Jenny sees twenty vicious looking villains on the neighboring rooftop, a protective instinct flaring up within her as she sees the bad guys surrounding a single tall ebony skinned and lean but muscular man in a hero's skintight outfit, with a youthful but handsome face. Jenny feels an urge to save the hero, so strong it entirely overpowers her reason, but even as she calls upon her psychic powers, the man moves blindingly fast. With psychic force and superhuman strength, the man overpowers his attackers, smashing them into a broken heap of moaning bodies, before leaping across the roofs and slamming a kick into the face of a man trying to sneak up behind Psychana. The protective urge dissipates, and Jenny feels...proud? Yes, she catches herself beaming with pride as she watches the mystery man easily dispatch the last thug. "You alright?" A pleasant voice booms from the man, as he approaches Psychana, looming over her and drawing her in for a hug. "I thought you were supposed to be training me." He chuckles, and as the blonde nestles her head against his chest, she realises she loves this young man. The idea shocks her - Hammer, Magnus, Duke, Jetstream, they all turn her on, but Harold's her only love, right? Jenny gazes up into the man's eyes as she basks in his embrace, and understands. She loves Harold as her husband, and always will. But she loves her son just as much. Jenny's pulled from her reverie as she feels the massive hard on poking against her thigh, and her not-so-little boy smirks down at her. "If I remember correctly, you promised me a reward for my first bust." Using telekinesis, he lifts the unfortunate villains and drops them into a net they prepared earlier, hanging from a streetlight below awaiting the police. "So, how you going to reward me, mom?" Jenny shudders as he flashes a cocky grin down at her. Covered in sweat, Jenny bolts upright the next morning. The sun shines through the open drapes, and she hears the soothing sound of Harold's breathing next to her. Looking in the mirror, she sees she's still a young woman - her dream was just a dream. Right?
Lawrence's voice sounds in her ear as he responds. "We spotted him. He's been going in and out of a building near the center of the park - a small hockey rink, I think, used by children's teams. It's deserted at this time of night, though. If he's planning a trap, it will be there, so don't let him draw you in there."
"Thanks Lawrence, I'll keep that in mind." Vanessa said with a smile as she flies to the meeting point, she lands with a loud boom. "Alright, I'm here, now come out, so I can punch you into next week." She called out, looking around, and using her superhuman hearing to gauge where the Scarlet Ranger was.
“Well, that makes three of us – I do hope the girl recovers fully, plus having a way to cure any other forcefully injected victims will be nice.” Azura noted as she looked at Daiyu. “And that brings us to the last issue – the executives that started this whole mess with their greed. Time to make an example of them, I guess...”
Fire? Can I put enough energy into a wave to cause one, or was that just for light waves? Should've paid more attention in science classes. Sonata sighs internally. "Most of those are like Georgi's abilities, then. The eye contact one is new, but I don't need my eyes to see..." Recalling how easily he fell for Tatiana, the hero hesitantly asks, unsure if he wants to know the answer. "...Did you use that on me?"
Among the darkened park, Vanessa quickly spots her man. Scarlet Ranger boldly steps into the open, standing underneath a lamp. "So you're the Rabid Lady, eh? Shit name, if you don't mind me saying." He flashes a cocky grin.
"Indeed." Daiyu nods. "Perhaps that executive you made contact with can aid you in that pursuit? Or... You could use the leverage you have on them to your own benefit..." She adds.
"If it's any consolation, I'm not the one that chose the name." Vanessa replied, watching him closely, "So, is this the part where you tell me why you called me out here?" She asked, frowning at him as she watches him closely.
Tatiana nods without hesitating. "I started to. But I realised you were coming with me willingly, so I never completed the entrancement." She smiles, fingers brushing his cheek. "It was quite flattering, actually."
Upon waking, Jenny discovered that her headache from the previous day hadn't dissipated and she fought to keep from groaning too loud and waking Harold as she rolled out of bed. She shut her eyes in frustration and grimaced as the sun glared down upon her. Sluggish and groggy she rose out of bed and her sight went immediately to her hidden closet where she knew the brick of Panacea remained. Quietly so as not to wake her husband she retrieved the brick, cut a line of the white powder, and snorted it. Almost instantly her headache faded and the bright sunshine was a welcome sight to her eyes. Naked she basked in its morning rays as her senses came alive in a delightful cacophony. The blonde wife returned the brick to its hiding place and went into her en-suite bathroom where she had a shower and went about her morning hygiene routine. Standing under the warm water of the shower, Jenny's hands traveled over her body, caressing her breasts, down over her flat, toned stomach and further down where her fingers brushed against the new mark upon her pubic mound. She let out a light giggle and smiled as a warm and pleasant feeling spread throughout her body. The entirety of the image was visible and glowed faintly at her touch. Jenny caught her lower lip between her teeth and smiled as she enjoyed her shower. Once finished in the bathroom, she moved back into the master bedroom where she donned a short skirt and tank-top before she went into the kitchen to start making breakfast. As she turned on the stove, she sent off a quick message to Bella apologizing for not getting in touch with her yesterday after everything that happened the day before, and that she hoped the redhead was well. Her thoughts then quickly shifted to the woman that was with Jetstream from last night. She'd called Psychana "Isis' wayward daughter." and Jenny wondered if she was somehow connected to the cult her great-grandmother had started decades ago. It was then that Jenny thought of Chastity and figured she'd have to ask her twin about her faith. With the cooking done, Jenny dished up a plate and sat down at the dining table. Her stomach growled and she felt slightly embarrassed before the Panacea drove that sensation from her, transforming it into something pleasurable. She still felt hungry however and devoured the meal quickly, yet surprisingly once she was finished there was something inside her that felt unfulfilled.
