[great pun--intentional or not ] Can I fight through one of those drinks? That might be a problem if I let it happen. "I understand." Sonata nods. "Good thing I have range on my side, right?" Haha...yeah... "We'll be ready."
(Lol, I forgot that word had a second meaning.) "Good. Well," Tatiana sighs, "I suppose I've kept you here long enough. Much longer and someone would probably be bashing down my door to rescue you."
Jenny swallowed nervously as Duke accurately surmised the entirety of her plan with Infinity and she bowed her head in shame at the completeness of her failure. The truth of his words sunk in and reverberated within her mind, searing her soul just as much as her body. Her head rose and her eyes moved across every man in the room before they rested on Duke and when she spoke; she spoke to them all, present and not. "Yes. You own me." she confirmed, the admission was both humiliating and strangely liberating. "You all own me." she repeated with purpose.
"Sheeeiit. Look at her - a heroine who knows her place." Dylan laughs, spreading his legs. "Since you've been such a good slut this past while, I wanna give you a choice. 1: Psychana retires from the superhero business, and takes up a new career - adult movies. You'll fuck all the black dick you can handle on camera, for millions to enjoy, all while making a killing." There's a mumbling and laughter from Duke's men. "2: You get to keep going as a heroine - the public'll never know Psychana's deep dark secret. I'll even feed you villains to make you more famous. In return, though, you use your powers to help us - as well as remaining our personal fucktoy, obviously."
Jenny actually had to contemplate Duke's offer. While just last week she never would have imagined becoming an adult film star, she had to admit the prospect of getting paid to be fucked by an endless stream of black men was appealing. But doing so would likely sacrifice her relationships with her friends and family, even if her relationship with Chastity would likely be strengthened by it. She also had no idea what that would do to her marriage. It would be something she'd be unable to hide from Harold and she didn't want to force that issue just yet. If she had more time she might be able to play on his growing fantasy and maybe turn him on to the idea of her being an adulterous black cock slut. On the other hand she also loved being Psychana; she loved helping people and her community. If Duke would let her continue to be her alter ego, even in a limited capacity, that was something she couldn't say 'no' to. And as a positive she'd still be supplied with an endless stream of black cock. In the end, it wasn't a hard choice to make. "Thank you sir." she said genuinely. "While your first offer is surprisingly tempting, I can't refuse the opportunity to keep being Psychana. I'll be happy to be a black cock slut, your whore, and this city's hero."
Duke chuckles, rubbing his hard on through his immaculately expensive slacks. "Looks like we got ourselves a hero as a pet, boys." There's laughter from behind her, and this time the number of voices have increased significantly - dwarfing even the number of men she encountered in the alley. She can't peel her eyes from Duke's wolfish gaze, but with her powers she can feel that the conference room is becoming packed by lustful men, the rumor of her presence having spread through Dylan's headquarters and brought his men running. "I got a job for you. But first, how about paying tribute to your new boss? And then 'introducing' yourself to all your new coworkers who haven't had the pleasure of your company yet?"
(Sorry, didn't see your post ) Flying over the park and across the city, Vanessa hears the sound of sirens heading towards the place she just left. Wind rushing through her hair, she makes it to the huge bridge, hearing the cars speeding over the top, as she looks below. The underside of the bridge is dark, but the few barrel fires underneath is enough illumination for the heroine. Strange - normally there would be a gang or two loitering, or dealers dealing, or at the very least some homeless people trying to take shelter from the rain. Tonight though, there's only Hammer, leaning against the wall with utter confidence, his metallic arm exposed.
(No worries.) Sadly Vanessa couldn't enjoy the wind on her hair this time, as she reached the bridge, spotting the heinous villain. "Kh." She growled, though he was alone, she knew better than to think a villain would play fair. So she gives the surrounding area a quick look, using both her godlike eyes, and ears to see if Hammer had any lackeys, and hear if he's talking to someone through a radio. After she makes sure he's alone, Vanessa descends, "So, what is it you wanted to meet up for?" She hissed, glaring at him through her mask.
"I'll, uh, go get dressed, then." Sonata nods and returns to the bedroom, throwing his black costume back on. Just in case. He sends out a pulse of his sonar, making sure there's nothing strange in the area which he failed to notice while otherwise occupied with the vampire.
Jenny straightened and smiled up at her employer. "Of course sir. It would be my pleasure." She sunk to her knees before him, brought her hands up in front of her and waved them apart. As she performed the physical action she used her psychokinesis to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper on his slacks. Jenny looked up submissively at Duke's wolfish grin and using her powers again pulled his underwear down freeing his hardening member. She licked her lips and marveled once again at its size before she look up again at Duke and took his length into her mouth. The blonde wife worked him in her mouth and brought both hands up to stroke the long rod as she savored the taste of his dick. Using her psychokinesis she lightly fondled his ball-sack while she blew him, heightening his pleasure. "Oh fuck! You are the real deal!" Dylan exclaimed as she serviced him. His hands instinctively moved to the back of her head to force her further down his shaft, and she was only too happy to comply, descending down his cock eagerly until her nose buried in his crotch. Duke started to thrust then, slamming his cock down her throat with gusto while others watched him face-fuck the heroine. The lust of the men in the room was palpable, and instead of keeping her psychic barriers up and their thoughts out, Jenny lowered her psychic defenses and let their lusts assault her mind. The tattoo on her flesh flared and she screamed around Duke's cock as she came, flooding the floor beneath her with her juices. Jenny became lost in the minds of the men around her, subsumed in their desire for sexual satisfaction. She registered hands on her flesh, caressing, teasing, probing, slapping but all of it only served to fuel her arousal. She was somewhat cognizant of Duke pulling out her her mouth and flipping her around to face the room. His mind was but one of many, but she knew what he wanted, and instinctively she wanted to give it to him. Using her powers, she hovered in the air and brushed her back against his front, her cape pulled to one side. She brought her legs up and spread them apart, more to display her womanhood to everyone rather than anything else. She felt Duke's cock pointing straight up and slapping against her and she moved herself with her psychokinesis so that the head of his dick was pressing up against her asshole. Then she lowered herself onto it. "Oh fuck!" she cried. She'd never had a cock in her ass before. She'd never even considered anal before, but she could tell that Dylan wanted it, and she was resolved to let any black man fuck her however they wanted to. Her ass stretched around him, gripping him like a vice as she gritted her teeth and kept forcing more of him inside her. Jenny was determined to take the entire thing no matter how much it stretched her. Her eyes bulged and her breaths came in gasps until she finally bottomed out on his long thick cock. "Holy shit!" she muttered, a sentiment that was repeated throughout the room. "It's so big!" Duke gave her a moment to adjust, but only one, before his hands gripped her ass, held up only by her powers and his cock, and started to hammer away at her tight asshole. Jenny squealed in pleasurable pain as she felt his massive invading rod plow her. Slapping noises reverberated throughout the room as his crotch impacted her ass-cheeks over and over again. "AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" Jenny cried out. "My Ass! Oh FUCK! Yes... YES!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!" Dylan leaned forward so that his mouth was next to her ear. "This is my ass now isn't it?" "Y-Yes..." Jenny whimpered. "Say it." "I-it's your ass now. You OWN MY ASS!!!" "Good slut." Duke gloated and spun the two around. The man slammed her onto the table, his cock still buried in her bottom, and then gripped the back of her head, holding it down before he increased his pace. "I-it love it... My ass loves your cock..." Jenny mewled while Duke pounded in and out of her like a jackhammer. Jenny grew delirious and drool dripped from her mouth onto the table as Duke hammered her with seemingly endless energy. The wife lost track of time while the big black man rampaged her asshole until finally he buried himself to the hilt inside her and unleashed one torrent of cum after another inside her ravaged ass. Her tattoo flared again and Jenny's voice grew hoarse as she screamed out another climax. Duke pulled out of her and quickly collected himself, only a light sheen of sweat betrayed the physical exertion he'd just gone through. The man, as well as all the others in the room gazed appreciatively as Jenny's ass gaped open now being empty of the massive rod that was buried inside. "Huh-huh-huh..." Jenny gasped for breath as she descended from her climax but her panting was interrupted by a had slap on her ass-cheek. She struggled to look up, but only saw Duke moving away from her and another hulking black man flipped her around on the table and stepped between her legs. She had next to no time to recover before this new man buried his length in her pussy. "AAAHHHH!!!" Jenny screamed in pleasure as the stranger quickly developed a fast pace. But the blonde had no time to react as soon she was surrounded by big black cocks. One in her mouth, one in each hand and the man pounding away at her defenseless pussy. When they finished they were replaced by another group and Jenny gave herself over to their lust as they fucked her to oblivion. Jenny had found her place.
"What do you think?" Hammer seems to be on his own - she detects no one else in the area. "I want to see what you're willing to pay to make sure your secret doesn't get out, Miss Fitzgerald."
Once again clad in his outfit, Sonata can't detect anything awry, only the too quiet noises coming from the undead woman in the living room.
"Khhh!" Hearing him use her name, Vanessa couldn't help but look around to make sure no one else was there, even though she already knew they were alone. "Don't say that name, bastard." She hissed, clenching her gloved fists, "What do you want? Money?" She grumbled, still glaring at him.
It's dark out by the time Jenny returns to her senses, lying on the table, breathing in a potent mix of sweat, cum and her own juices. Duke is back on his throne, though totally naked and with a sheen of sweat over his adonis-like physique. Jenny sees his cock hanging between his legs at half mast - about as close to limp as any of these men have gotten for the past few hours, but he doesn't seem to want to initiate another round. "Welcome aboard." He chuckles. "You're with us for life, understand? Or until we don't want you anymore, which I think'll be a long time. Now, I have your first assignment." He snaps his fingers, and one of his men tosses her costume to her. "But just one little thing first: Your undercover mission - did you come up with it on your own, or were you working with someone?" He raises an eyebrow, scanning her face as he asks her to betray Infinity's confidence.
"Of course, we're friends, ain't we. I should call you Vanessa." The villain kicks off the wall and approaches, looming over her. "I want money, I do a bank job. Naw, I want something better." He reaches out to stroke her chest, but then surprises her. "I want you on my team."
"Stop saying my name." Vanessa growled, once again making sure no one else was around. As Hammer spoke about what he wants, the moment she noticed him reach for her chest, she was ready to swat his hand away. Until he said what he was really aiming for, "What in the world makes you think I'd join your team?" She hissed, though he had blackmail material on her, Vanessa figured she could weather the storm. After all, being a superhero wasn't that weird in this city.
"You said it yourself, you're in this for the thrills, not justice - I guarantee you plenty of those." Hammer stares down into her eyes. "And I can help you against that kid Oscar. My contract with him is up - I have no reason to not fight him, If I have reason."
There was a part of her, a small and muted part that was screaming in the back of her mind that told her not to betray Infinity; that he might be her one last hope at ever possibly going back to a normal life. There was still some part of her that wanted to be Psychana, even if she could never go back to who she was completely. She was a Black Cock Slut, and she would always be a Black Cock Slut. But just because black men owned her body, it didn't mean they owned her soul. Right?... She was going to bluff, to lie, to not betray another when her mark flared. She felt her diamond wedding ring around her finger beneath her glove and a pang of doubt crept up. What if she lied and Duke found out? Would he do something to Harry? No. She couldn't chance it. She wouldn't risk her husband no matter what choice was presented before her. She might be an adulterous whore, but she loved her husband too much to ever put him in harms way. Especially in his current position. "I was contacted by Infinity." she admitted as she started to put on her costume. "He wanted me to infiltrate your organization and help bring you down from the inside. But outside of him I was working alone."
"Yes, thrills by beating down thugs like you. Not murdering, or stealing from innocents." Vanessa replied, though it was slightly good news that she wouldn't have to deal with him against Oscar, she still couldn't trust a villain just like that.
Good. He sighs in relief. As he passes through the spartan living room, Sonata gives Tatiana a relatively chaste kiss. "Stay safe." He pulls his mask over his face and leaves, calling the Rabbit leader's number on the burner phone she gave him once he feels like he's far enough away from the vampire's home.
