Training, experience, instinct and even muscle memory told Psychana that her play was to hit Jetstream with a psychokinetic blast now that he'd stopped moving, but something overcame all of those and stopped her from doing that. Desire. Jetstream's looming figure behind her cast a shadow over Psychana's voluptuous form and Jenny felt small, weak, and vulnerable before him and her pussy throbbed in need because of it. So instead of doing what she should have done, Jenny remained still and didn't attack the dark figure behind her. Instead she trembled in excitement almost imperceptibly and despite herself found her psychokinesis gently tugging at the bindings of her corset, brassiere, and booty-shorts. "T-that's still assault." Psychana replied to Qasera without conviction. her concentration split between: the woman in front of her, the villain behind her, and her achingly needy pussy. "What's your interest in them?" Psychana demanded indicating the artifact.
"Already ruining my makeup? I just had it done!" Sonata smirks before it falls from his face as he turns more serious again. "I know." He rests a hand on the woman's waist. "It just...doesn't feel right to be the one in control right now..." His other hand reaches around her torso, pulling her down for another kiss. The young man breaks it soon afterwards. "...so what do you want?"
"A lady should never have to drive herself." Lawrence chuckles. Not long after, the car's pulling up in front of the venue, lights flashing in Vanessa's face as the paparazzi take their snapshots. As she ascends the steps to the front door, the heiress can feel countless eyes on her shapely form. Inside, she sees Vince ascending to a stage to make a speech about the value of charity, though as he spots her his expression becomes less earnest and more lustful, and her mind replays scenes from their trysts. Looking around, she spots Lewis in the corner of the room, too.
"Alright." Esmerelda gulps and nods, before laying out the ingredients in front of the ruined wall. As she prompts Azura on what to say, it doesn't take long before the magical girl feels a buzz of energy pulsing through the air. Then, where before she saw her bedroom, Azura looks through the hole in the wall and sees a vast forest. Stepping through the portal, she feels a moment of cold, and then she's surrounded by greenery. Walking around through the forest floor, Azura feels like something's off - it looks like a normal forest, but everything has a hazy...tint, to it. She worries initially for how to find Sapphira in such a dense biome, but luckily it doesn't prove difficult. After a few steps, she sees lights through the trees ahead, and hears a bizarrely off-key but not wholly unappealing singing.
"So's this." Jetstream's deep voice, the very same one that had taunted her husband as he broke him, physically and mentally, speaks from behind her, as she feels a hand pressing on her rear. "I imagined this every day in prison, bitch. How I was gonna pay you back for every day I spent in that cage." He leans in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "They belong to the lady." Qasera says, ignoring the display. "They were stolen over the years - by colonisers, by grave robbers, by the followers of rival gods. Now that the Lady's strength has returned to her, so too shall her relics."
She chuckles. "Just because you can touch me doesn't mean you get to be the one in control." He feels her hands move to his chest, pressing him away a little, before she slides off of her chair, kneeling down in front of him. "Lesson 1: You can be in control no matter what position you're in..." Her tongue lashes out, sliding around his length, before trailing upwards to circle around his tip, licking the precum from his urethra.
Jenny shuddered and her pulse quickened as Jetstream's hand groped her round ass-cheek. His voice in her ear caused her face to flush red, she swallowed nervously and made no move to escape his grasp. Her heart pounded in her chest as his fingers tugged at the loose knots that tied her costume together and she felt her shorts, corset and brassiere slacken from her form. His words cut through whatever resistance she might have had and touched her arousal like salt hitting an exposed nerve. Jenny hated the man for what he did to Harold, his time in prison was no justice and she was outraged that judicial corruption had let him go. She wanted to make him pay for everything that he'd done. And she resolved to use her cunt to do it. She was going to give him as much pussy as he could handle; the more he behaved like an asshole the more she'd make him fuck her! But for the moment she tried to focus on Qasera. "You might think those belong to your Goddess- oh..." Jenny moaned while Jetstream continued. "B-but if you're going to try to take them, you'll ha-ah-ve to go through me."
"Through you?" Qasera raises an eyebrow, as the heroine's hot pants fall down her legs, leaving her nether regions covered by the lacy thong alone. "I think my ally will be going inside you before he goes through you." The Egyptian chuckles softly as Jenny feels her nemesis' hard on press against her ass through his suit, her tattoo starting to buzz with energy. "You was a slut before that tattoo, bitch." She feels him breathe into her ear. "I saw you looking at me last time we fought - hoping deep down that you'd lose. Hmph... Maybe I should make you squirt once for every day I spent in the slammer."
Jenny shut her eyes as her booty-shorts fell down her legs and Jetstream taunted in her ear. Her humiliation grew when she stepped out of the shorts once they hit the ground. She was ashamed to admit it but he was right, she had been checking him out the last time she'd faced him with their team. And although she'd never wish harm to come to her friends and husband, there was a tiny part of her before that had wished they'd lost and that Jetstream had his way with her. But now that small shameful part was a full blown bonfire raging inside her and the man's taunts only served to pour gasoline on the flames. Jetstream's hands rose to peel her corset and brassiere from her torso, exposing her tits, before they slipped back down and grabbed at the flimsy material of her thong. "You might be hot as fuck in these slut." Jetstream snarled in her ear before tearing the garment free of her body. "But I don't want you wearing anything that can come between my cock and your cunt. Understand?" Even with him standing behind her Jenny quivered under his possessive stare. Already he was issuing edicts and commands to her and just by him doing it she'd resolved to switch from hot-pants to a mini-skirt. "Yes sir." She replied weakly. "I understand."
Being driven to the venue, Vanessa wears a confident smile despite her sudden change in clothes. She makes it so as if she's taunting her enemies to come attack her again, and she'll be ready to take them head on. Or at least that's what she wants to convey. Heading inside the venue, where she spots Vince already leering at her. She ignored him, heading straight for Doctor Lewis instead. "Doctor, you wanted to speak to me?" She asked with a smile.
"I been waiting for this." She feels her massive breasts being mauled by Jetstream's paws, as his cock rubs against the valley between her ass cheeks. "I can't wait to see your hubby's face when you tell him he's never going to fuck you again." The villain laughs. "Not quite true." Qasera interrupts, approaching the pair of them. "Her husband will have the opportunity, granted temporarily by the Goddess, to breed her from time to time - your seed will only produce men like yourself. Her husband's will suffice to create fair, nubile daughters to take her mother's place as priestess." Jetstream chuckles. "Even better. Hear that, bitch? In twenty years or so I'll be fucking your daughters, too." He laughs. "But first, time to have their mom." A hand leaves her breast, and she hears his power suit being undone. "Wait." Qasera says, and Jetstream pauses. "Remember the deal when we arranged your release? She has to beg for it, before you can have her."
"I, uh, yes..." He nods. "The woman I told you about? The one I...spent time with, and who I think stole my passcard?" The scientist says, still embarrassed about the incident. "She contacted me. Says she wants to meet you."
"Me?" Vanessa raised an eyebrow, wondering what the woman's aim was. "Fine, set it up. I'll get my people to secure the perimeter once we have a location for the meet." She nods.
"Alright. I'll get it done." Lewis nods, before Vanessa feels Vince's hand gripping her arm and pulling her to face him. "You came - and so well dressed, as well." The businessman leers with a smirk. "I was a little disappointed you walked off before my speech was over. Charity is so important, you know?" He chuckles.
"Ah?" Vanessa was surprised to feel a hand on her, but knowing only one person bold enough to grab her out here in public. She turns around, facing the overweight businessman. "Shut up, I just help up my end of the deal." She hissed, "Please, the words coming out of your mouth may have been about charity. But your eyes were already trying to strip me, bastard." The heiress added, speaking in a low tone that prevents anyone else from hearing their conversation.
Jenny whimpered when Jetstream taunted her, telling her he'd be fucking her daughters in twenty years. But the rage, shame, and embarrassment of it was quickly subdued by the Panacea still in her system; and all she felt at the thought of it was arousal. "Yes..." she hissed quietly. Jenny stood all but nude in front of the pair, clad only in her thigh-high boots, gloves, cape and choker. She stood passively, her mind distracted by Jetstream's exploring hands, as the two discussed their arrangement. They freely discussed her like she was chattel, to be bought, sold, or traded at her owner's whim. She was enraged by it and humiliated but those emotions were also quickly dispatched by the Panacea and a shameful belief that she was in fact property; and Jenny sighed in acceptance as her mark flared. When Qasera mentioned the terms of her and Jetstream's agreement Jenny stared at the woman in shock and disbelief. But whatever outrage should have been there wasn't. As the two women locked eyes, Jenny understood and turned to face the tall black man. She looked up at him subserviently and sunk to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. "Please..." she asked submissively. "Please fuck me. I need your big cock. I beg you... please fuck me."
Singing? Well, since I have no better leads right now I guess I should go see who is singing and what is going on. Azura shrugged mentally and made her way toward the singing. She tried to be quiet as she walked, in order to not attract unwanted attention, and kept looking around, searching for potential danger, not wanting to get surprised.
"I thought lesson one was the makeup?" Sonata teases before the woman's tongue coaxes a quiet moan and a shiver from him. "I get the point, though." He place a soft, gentle hand on the back of the gangster's head. "Maybe I could be a little more selfish." Despite his words, the young hero doesn't try to move her without her approval.
"A deal you made because you let me fuck you senseless." Vince chuckles, not keeping his voice down, though luckily people are giving them some space. "Guilty as charged - but don't think I didn't spot where your eyes were."
Jetstream grins, enjoying every second of his enemy's submission. "You want it? Why don't you get it out?" He looks down at her on her knees.
