Her other self would likely be able to be made see reason, yet the most immediate assumption of seeing a duplicate would be a hallucination, a manifestation of some kind, or a twisted agalmation and spectre created from a soul edge shard. She’d need to immobilize her other version long enough to get the initial wave of panic done. Yet, she should carry the same weakness. Looking through her alternate selves materials, she could get to work making a magic trap that should be imbued with the powers of holy energy. She didn’t have the ability to bless or purify anything, but the laws of the tangential physical properties should allow an effective kind of ward…she would just need to avoid getting herself caught up in it.
Hana groaned, still a little pale. "Slave driver~" She moaned out as she got up with a grunt. She tried to get up but hissed as she grabbed her side and fell back on the ground. "Hurts, doesn't it?" The bandit asked mockingly. "Yeah, it does. How are the ropes? Comfortable?" Hana smirked back.
Spoiler: Combat success vs fail The woman grunted as Felicia kicked her, dropping her weapon. Then as Felicia kicked her legs from under her, the woman fell on the ground, unconscious. The goons were looking at Felicia stunned, frozen in place. The other black cat smirked.
Spoiler: magic success The setting took some time, but Ivy managed to set a trap spell that would do no damage. As trap was prepared, Ivy heard the lock in the door start moving.
"Screw it," a wave of anger mixed with darkness went through Mark. It was a different flavor of darkness compared to what he felt after seeing the elven princess. That one was lust... This one was something different, more sinister. "Listen here, you little stupid arrogant cunt with no sense of self-preservation. Listen and remember," he put the hot tip inches away from the young face," You are now my slave and WILL do anything in your power to help me destroy your gang." Hanna has never heard a generally playful and kind Mark sounding like this, harsher than some company trainers. " I am not one to train you and... perhaps... once your training will be complete you won't be even needed anymore but know your purpose - to find me and help defeat your former comrades." After a pause, he grinned, "You have no idea what I am talking about, don't you, cuntface?"
It came in about enough time. It should at least do the job of disabling her other self. Ivy moved to a bit futther back in the room, to stay hidden and avoid getting caught up in the range of the impact in such a tight space herself as she waited.
Juka looked at Mark, narrowing her eyes. "You drunk? Or are you one of those noble cunts?" She looked at him dismissively, but also, he could see she was uncertain due to his words...
Spoiler: trap success Her lookalike entered the room. She looked a little tired and irritated as she made her way - ! She stopped as she noticed the trap! But it was too late! She was already in the rap area! The chains sprang from the ground, tying her, trapping her in bondage. The woman grunted as the chains pulled her to the ground, ripping some of her clothes off, releasing her bountiful bust to the air.
"Don't let it be said I didn't give you a chance." Felicia chuckles, looking to the thugs. "Okay boys - so, you have two options here. 1: You can fight me in the name of a boss who just got her ass kicked by a woman in handcuffs, who doesn't know a thing about this universe, who is inevitably going to get herself defeated and enslaved at some point - likely with you getting killed or enslaved yourselves. 2: You can unlock these cuffs for me, put them on on your old boss, and then gang bang her until she's completely insensible. Then, you come work for me, and I help you fuck the hottest women in New York, while I keep Spider-Man too distracted to stop you." She smirks. "What's it gonna be, boys?"
"I am tired of you asking me questions. Now it is time for you to suffer for your arrogance" Mark's hands trembled a bit, as if he was struggling "I am such a pussy... I should torture you into submission and forget about it but... it is REALLY not my thing. Listen carefully, and if you dare to interrupt me or insult me or my slave, I fucking WILL mess you up in a very unpleasant way." He sat down near Juka "She is my slave, you are my slave, just untrained... Soon... how to explain it to you... A magic portal will open and move you to the other place where you will be trained to be a proper slave. But for this portal to open, you must be unable or unwilling to resist. It can be achieved by literally fucking you up, by drugging... " Mark paused knowing that she won't understand this word, "by manipulating your mind with potions or powders I don't have, by breaking you with torture, or by having you actually, sincerely, agree to the fate of my servant. I hoped to reason with you... but you look too stupid to agree to a fate much better than a common bandit."
"Little careless, are you not?" She spoke softly as she stepped closer to the woman. She really did look almost perfectly identical to herself. It was to be expected, but it was a different experience entirely than just looking at herself in a mirror to fully appreciate her own beauty. Knowing she couldn't give her alternate self the chance to pass this up, she made her presence known as she got closer to revealing herself, letting the light capture all the features of her face and the haughty and arrogant smile as she looked downward at her self, before pacing around from behind. Lowering herself, she put one knee between her alternate self's legs, ready to quickly disable her and take her to the ground if she proved more trouble than those chains could hold. Almost admiringly, she allowed her gloved hands to run along her alternate's skin, not ashamed in the slightest of letting her silk gloved fingers reach around her other self's chest, bringing her head alongside her neck. "Yes, you're right. This behavior is too sophisticated for malefasted." She already answered her own question while she was thinking, taking a light squeeze over those magnificent breasts. "Rule out Zamasel too. Though, the idea of other selves from another time is probably closest, the full working theory perhaps takes far too long to explain. Regardless..." She put her cheek against hers, unable to resist admiring herself. "Consider this. I have need of your place in the tournament. We will trade. Of course, I cannot subject such a beautiful creature to just simple vulgarities." Her own heaving breasts pressed against her alternate self's backside. "I would suggest taking on the position of working as an actor for the same group that acts as my current patrons. I assure you, I'm the one using them. Access to knowledge far beyond what this backwater can offer you. You're thinking about. And of course, if you're truly me, you'd rather die before being subjected to work as some common whore. You may as well be among those who make the rules."
Spoiler: persuation success The men looked at eachother as then one after the other they came to a decission. "Sure, why not~" One said as he made his way behind the catwoman and unlocked her handcuffs. As the woman looked around, at her new employees she realised that her copy was gone - the other Felicia used the chaos to escape - she even saw a rope laying on one of the creates that was used the woman. At least the enemy agent was still out.
"Huh." The woman hummed and started looking around. "I heard many stories but this one is one of more fantastical ones... what've you been drinking?" She asked as she searched the ground. "You have imagination, that I can give you - would make a good bard~" Hanna started giggling.
"And yet you leave, despite being a subject to those patrons." The woman answered without missing a beat. "What are you? A shapeshifter? A clone?" She hummed and the chains clicked as she leaned forward to have a beter look agent.
"Hanna, you are a witness... I was trying to be nice. I really, really, REALLY tried. " And no, Juka, you are not fleeing with your feet that badly hurt "He pierced girl's right foot with the hot spear and left the weapon there, with her leg nailed to the ground." Then, completely ignoring Juka, as if she ceased to exist, he turned his attention to Hanna "I know you are not well, but can you, please, start the processing until I finish the breakfast? Just don't accidentally kill her" He tried to sound callous and cold but his discomfort was evident
Juka screamed as her leg was pierced. "Aghh! You fucker!" She exclaimed, cursing Mark. Hana waved her hand. "Sorry, I can look after her, but I am in no state to play with her." She glanced at the woman. "Especially since she is coiling that much."
"Nah, look after the hare instead, then. It is my job after all... "He signed "She is unlucky that I am in no mood of slowly fucking her into submission. We really can't waste time." "And you... Remember, you will be my loyal soldier soon, it is a matter of time." Mark proceeded to outright torture the girl, releasing his frustration by landing abuse on the girl. At some point, he torn her clothes off and regagged her, sometime later he painfully tied her breasts together with another piece of rope and at some point a thick branch 'found' its way into her pussy... But other than that there were little sexual in his attempt to break the girl enough. While doing this, he constantly made pauses to check his phone, hoping that he can end this... "procedure", even despite her attitude and the fact that she hurt Juka, Mark didn't enjoy it, he was merely doing what he considered necessary.
“I assure you, I’m very much the real Isabella Valentine as are you, and no patrons could ever truly “rule” the Valentine family. From a different door of realities, perhaps, but the same. I have much to do. Thousands of worlds to explore and study and as it stands I already have enough experiments planned for the next two hundred years. Perhaps, you’d like to witness them? Surely, even in this plane of existence our goals remain. There are no scenarios where an Ivy and Cervantes may exist in the same universe and not be at war. What if I told you, there was such a way to erase him from all timelines? A death that even which he has no escape?” She waited for her answer, though she was already confident that her other self would be tempted. But there was no guarantees of her mentality remaining exactly the same so she had to be wary.
Juka coiled, screamed, moaned finally pleaded, as Mark continued abusing her. The woman was defiant, but after some time, Mark managed to break her resistance. As he checked his phone, he realised that the woman was still to lively to be captured. She should be either spent and unable to act or unconscious for him to be able to sell her.
The woman mulled over what Ivy told her. Finally a small smile formed on her lips. "Let's say, that I am interested in what you have to say... as long as you are able support your claim, that is." She said with a small nod of her head.
