Well, you sure are obnoxious – I'll give you that... and it seems we had the same idea, so I guess you are not a complete moron... Mistress Victory rolled her eyes at the showy – and rather stupid, in her opinion – introduction. “Let me see... what a coincidence – my map shows them in my territory,” Victory pulled out her own map and showed it to the woman “See? Both this store and the bank are on my turf... I'm starting to think that some incompetent receptionist gave us maps with overlapping areas... In any case we're wasting time – the bank distraction won't keep the police busy for long. How about we each rob half the store now and continue this discussion later?” She tried to be diplomatic – and to not waste any more time.
Before the head lady can finish her sentence, Amao was already bolting forward to punch the woman. Her aim was to launch her through the wall and into the main area of the strip club. She didn't really care about causing wanton property damage. First off, it was her place anyway and second off she had minions coming to fix things up for her. With their leader (hopefully, at least temporarily) out of the picture. With a sneer she stated, "If you want me to drop my clothes, then I can do so." Amao then pulled her work polo off and transformed back to her normal form. Wings sprouted from her shoulders and she pulled her hand forward and clutched her fingers as her nails turned into long and sharp claws. "but you might not like the result."
The capture went without a hitch. With a teacher hanging over her shoulder, the Pincer made her fist case of kidnapping! As she arrived at her base, her minions were already present, some looking around, some chatting... As the boss arrived, all minions gathered in front of her and fell to one knee, their face bowed - all according to 'Ninja minion manual - the basics of behaving, fighting and tropes of ninja and kunoichi minions.' (TM) and 'How to be a good ninja minion, without incurring the wrath of your ninja overlord for dummies.'.
The woman waved her hand. "Don't worry about the police - they are busy with the bank. And I think you are right about the mistake on the receptionist's part, but I am not willing to share a bounty." She pulled out her cellphone and turned on the speaker. "We are going to solve it by the book." She said as she dialled the number. After a moment a voice came from the phone: This is EVA infoline. Today, we have a discount for base furniture - make your home base mirror the evil you! ... For Base purchases, expansions, decorations and others, press 1 For Minion related matters, as hiring, expanding, unions, press 2 For henchman related matters, press 3 For services related matters, as an internet connection to the base, cable tv, information brokers, press 4 For doomsday weapons, press 5 For complaints, press 6 To connect with the consultant, press 9
She was at least pleased to see her minions have some sense. Their first glimpse of their boss arriving, clad in armour and a person they’ve never seen hoisted over their shoulder, until thrown unceremoniously on the floor, their boss taking care to prop the girl up on her knees, gag in mouth as the minions were left staring. “The rules of my homeland are simple. You must always pay the proper respect to your betters. We aren’t just some city gang. We’re ninja. Deadly killers. I am not here for the nonsense of others you may have ran with. I am here to deliver lethal efficiency. This is not a gang for you to play ass-grab like other outfits in the city you may have ran with before. That idiocy is why for all their resources and abilities, no super villain has managed running the world yet. Do not expect the same nonsense from me to shake my fist at bumbling mistakes of my minions. Work for me, become rich, respected and truly feared. All you need to do is show respect to your leader and prove you aren’t here to play games. I forgive mistakes. I forgive accidents. I am here to lead, not simply punish failures, but also reward those who deserve it. I’m the best boss you can ask for, to those who are dedicated to the clan. For those who actively seek to test my patience with their disrespect however...” She took a long slow look at the tied woman. “I think you understand that it’s not very wise.” The Pincer had prepared a little for this and brandished a silver ceremonial knife. Impractical for fighting, but great for drama, as she kicked it over to the recruits, letting it sit in front of him. “Who here is willing to prove they are here to be true villains and not simply another band of street clowns? The one whose willing to prove their seriousness to getting the job done will be my first lieutenant.” Stepping back, she folded her arms as she watched the crew stare at the blade before them, curious if any of them really had the spine to step up and carry out the execution themselves.
As demon lord Amao hit the leader, the women flew through the - what looked like - a paper wall, leaving a human-shaped hole, before crashing behind. All became still for a moment, then one of the women called. "Let's get her!" They threw themselves at the now transformed demon, with their 'fists of furry' and 'karate kicks', ready to swarm her and beat her down.
The Vixen can hear the chaos going on around, as she licks the 'juices of justice'. It doesn't take her long to hear the woman moaning with pleasure, and the fluids to flood her throat. "Well, that was nice." The woman said as she placed the gag back. "Here office!" The heroine forced the villain back on her feet. "I captured that evildoer!" And thus the battle between the Vixen and Warden Quick Swallow ended, and the justice prevailed! The Vixen was put in the police transport van, two policewomen sitting on her sides. Still cuffed, gagged and blindfolded, the defenceless villain started her journey. Will the police babes successfully transport the evil babe to prison? Or will the villain escape? And will there be some babe on babe action? Tune in...
It's not the police that worries me, you dumbass! “Alright, then, I'll leave it to you...” Mistress Victory sighed, leaving the other villainess to handle the call. While waiting she gave her underlings commands to gather everything of value – no reason not to collect the loot while waiting to figure out who gets to keep it, after all. She also made sure her underlings were holding at least a few people hostage, for when the inevitable hero arrived. (A bit busy today, replies will likely be slow.)
The minions looked at each other uncertainly. "Is it... some kind of test?" One of them asked. "Idiot! You didn't hear what the boss asked? It's a graduation ceremony!" "Graduation ceremony... But shouldn't it be, you know, more ceremonious? With candles, snakes, altar and chanting?" "No, no, you got it all wrong. It should be execution via laser. You know, the one where you stand next to the heroine as she is about to be cut in half - from her crotch to her head." "I know that one! But the laser is really slow. I mean, I had to stand to the damn thing for three fucking hours - and it moved only 20 centimetres." "I thought it should be some kind of battle royale, where the winner becomes the sex-cond in command." "Now, you got it wrong. We are ninja-themed! We should have some kind of giant snake. Or underwater skeletons in cages!" "Now that you mention it, we are missing a banner and practice dummies..." "And beds..." "And chairs..." "Cafeteria would be nice." "A tv as well..." "And a spa..." The last one was joined by collective sight.
{well, Vixen, if she does nothing, will go to jail. On the other hand, a seduction of the escort is also possible.} As they drove, Vixen felt a hand on her tight. "Why is it always the best looking that go nutjob and to prison." A policewoman said. "Hey, you can always transfer to jail guards." The second one commented.
The villain coos as her thigh is touch. "O-O-Officers..." Vixen, using her Aura of Innocence, addresses her captors. "Please don't take me to prison! I was just having some fun with the storeclerk outside when that psychotic woman accused me of being a supervillain!" She points to her outfit, which is revealing, but completely casual. "She just made me eat her out, and now she's throwing me in jail to get rid of the evidence! Please, officers. I'm a slut, I admit it, but I'm no villain. Let me prove it to you." She's unable to touch them, due to her restraints, but she nonetheless angles her body so that her captors get a good look at her curves.
{no worries - I do update slowly today} You have pressed 6 Please describe the nature of your problem. For customer services, press 1 For defective products, press 2 For legal procedures press 3 Crash! The window broke as a mighty heroine appeared. "Villians! I am Outrageous Mongoose! I shall arest you-" For customer service, please press 9 The heroine became silent as Commander Obnoxious Vulture raised her finger in gesture of waiting. As that happened, the owner of the store walked up to the heroine. "Excuse me, could you pay for the window?" He asked pointing at the broken glass, making the blond shrink a little.
This is going to take forever. Mistress Victory let out another sight. Any moment now... Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud Crash! And there it is – the first person to respond. Pretty nice-looking, too – but Azura-chan is prettier. Leaving the obnoxious woman to deal with the call to EVA and the owner to deal with the heroine, Mistress Victory instead focused on her incompetent underlings, checking to see what – if anything – they had collected so far and how many people they had taken hostage.
She listened to them for a moment, arms folded. For just a moment, the closest one could actually hear the faintest slight giggle from the armoured woman, who apparently did have a sense of humor. However, the slight crack in her armor was short lived. “Not one of you. Not a single one...” She never planned on being the type of villain who makes an example out of things, but her claw came swiftly to the prisoner while they were debating. “I told you exactly what you needed to do. And each of you have proven yourself to be cowards and exactly as smart as the rest of the common bumbling gangsters across the city.” She gave the executed prisoner’s body a hard kick just to make sure and wasn’t above using her claws again in the back of the neck just for good measure. “If you want to carry the same idiocy as the rest, then you will be treated like idiots of the rest. You can clean this up. After all, doesn’t seem like any of you have any aspirations o do anything else.” She gave the order and looked at them with a hard glare. “After that, the next step is funding a proper base to set up in because I refuse to live in a sewer. We will likely need to evict the former occupants. You have a chance to prove you can do more than just clean and mop. As long as you do exactly what you’re supposed to do, nothing will go wrong. To those who are members of my clan, real ninja, every last one of you will be under my protection and well rewarded with a nice bed of your own. For little girls playing dress up however, I will not come back for you. I suggest you think carefully of which one you want to be.” While she waited for them to clean up, she got her phone out, as well as her villain password and began to look at what looked like a reasonably conquerable territory.
There was a silence when one of the guards asked. "What is she saying? I can't hear anything through the gag." "Probably the usual spill. I am innocent, they deserved it, I will fuck you if you let me go. You know. The usual 101 of 'I got caught, 101 ways to get the cops free you'" "That thing is still a thing?" "Yeah, apparently the younger generation is all hot about it." There was a pause. "Here" Someone pulled Vixen on her knees and removed the gag. "Start licking." Her face was pushed against pussy. A moment later she felt the policewoman behind her sliding fingers into her pussy. "I want to see your eyes as you eat me out." One of them said, and her blindfold - the thing blocking her superpowers, was removed.
The situation was in a stalemate. The minions waited with the hostages, the hostages waited for everything to be resolved so they could return to shopping, the clerk waited for the compensation from the heroine who was filling a transfer, and the fellow villain was still talking through the phone. Commander Obnoxious Vulture suddenly shut the phone. "Sorry, everyone!" She called loudly. "There seem to be some kind of mistake on the side of administration! We will be leaving now! Sorry for the commotion!" As the hostages, grumbling was being released, and the heroine mumbling something about crashing the window unnecessarily, the villain turned to Mistress Victory. "We need to go to HQ, and resolve this in place - there seems to be some kind of mess." She sighted with suffering. "So much for today's spoils..."
"I don't quite understand what the boss said." "Aren't we already minions?" "I get it! She is looking for the spies!" "Aha! So that way, the spies will leave and only minions will stay! Smart." The two minions nodded to themselves, while the rest looked at them, bewildered. Two minions walked up to the executed teacher, grabbed her by legs and arms and started moving out. "What a waste of good booty." "Isn't it?" "I bet she would feel great." There was a pause. "Hey, wanna trie her out?" "Eww, eww, eww! What the hell! I will have goosebumps for the rest of the night! Not cool to joke around like that!" "I wasn't joking. I am not willing not to waste a perfectly good body - and, she's still warm!" "...You are sick." "Oh, come on. At least my fetish doesn't hurt anyone..." ... Minions. They came in... flavours.
“Fuck a corpse in my presence, and the next thing that ends up inside of you, is going to be eight inches of still to your lungs. Slowly. Painfully.” She had standards for fuck’s sake. Glaring at the speaker, she then took a look at the one who had the sense to at least draw the line at necrophilia. “...and please have her dissolved in acid now for everyone’s benefit....that order may not necessarily be limited to just the dead woman either.” Giving her demands, she waited and when they were done, it would be off to searching for new places for a real base of operations somewhere at least more dignified.
