"Oho? Now that's a pretty piece of glass." Vanessa hummed, grinning in anger as she adds more power to her next punch. She even does a round house kick, allowing Horatio to see her crotch covered only by her tight leotard, and black pantyhose.
Squidlock runs the tentacle over her tongue... before jamming it into her mouth. He begins pounding her throat along with her pussy in short order, rocking her back and forth between the two ends as the tendrils holding her limbs start to pull downward, trying to force her onto her hands and knees, ass up and facing him as he licks his lips. "Now... my Master has said that for capturing you, I would have one chance to seed you myself." His crotch quivers and then, suddenly, a much thicker, ribbed tentacle with a more overtly phallic tip begins rising up from it. "Would you like that, my dear?"
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 64+10 (Surprise) The thug manages to half turn around, before Azura's fist collides with his jaw, far more powerfully than one would expect of a girl her size. There's a crack, and the man drops to the ground like a light. "Thanks." Sapphira sighs, rubbing her wrists. "I was so focused on my task, I forgot to watch out for the creeps. I swear, you'd think there'd be less of them in a city filled with superheroes, but it almost feels like there's more these days. Anyway, the biker's bought your illusion?"
"Heh, you're pretty confident that it'll be me who gets tied up." Finch grins, before his expression grows serious. "I'll have him detained - at least until we can figure out what his game is. As for you..." He looks around. "You're right that I can't stay here, now that the place is compromised, but there's a lot of stuff here I don't want falling out of my hands. Give me a night to pack this stuff up - when you return tomorrow, it'll be empty for you."
Suspiciously, Jenny's husband agrees. "Alright - call me if you need me." Hammer chuckles. "Don't worry baby - from here on out, the only sound you have to worry about'll be your screams. And yeah, don't worry. You ain't getting any sleep tonight." The villain drives her to a building not far from the red light district - an uncharacteristically high class high rise amidst the seedy slums. In her lustful haze, everything between the car and his home is a blur. Hammer isn't staying in your typical villain's hideout, but a fancy penthouse - clearly crime has been paying for him. He pulls her through the apartment, and into a bedroom. Like she weighs nothing, he tosses her on the bed, her naked breasts touching the satin sheets, before she looks up to see him start to strip. As the suit comes off, Jenny can't help but compare the black man to her husband. Where her beloved's body is lean and soft, with only a small amount of the muscle one would expect from a superhero, Hammer is a true mountain of muscle, tall, ripped and powerful, with a practical third leg hanging between his thighs. He strides across the room, setting up his phone on record, before approaching the bed. "Time to get the party started..."
“And I was thinking the same thing. I was going to offer to get a few of my followers to help move some of this equipment, but I imagine you’re a private person.” She had already gotten all the things she wanted, so there was no point in pushing it. Besides. Even though she felt like she had adapted to a lot of the common technology this world had, these were something else. She wouldn’t know what to do with any of these things anyway. Turning to leave, she took one last look at him, though she imagined he had a lot more to focus on right now than trying to sabotage things at the last minute. “Well, if nothing else, you know where I’ll be. I’ll be looking forward to your visit after a few renovations.” Playfully taunting him a little bit, she deliberately began to walk away. Slowly. Ensuring he could get the image of her backside and hips as she made her way to the surface. Pretty eventful day. She supposed the last thing on the agenda was to return that van. The fat loser had proven useful enough that she might not want to discard him just yet. Making sure he got his vehicle back would be a pretty big thing. Her fans would put up with way more than they should, but she suspected that even they must have limits, after all.
Faye bit her lip, a moan escaped her as another climax rolled over her body. If there was no smoking gun... then maybe there was a body? She started investigating one subject after the other. First, actions of his 'hero'. There were rumours about centurion. Second, crimes involving Arch's opponents. Thrid, history of his girlfriends and wives... he said he had a date, did he not? Fourth, instead researching him, she would investigate his business opponents... since he entered the market.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Vanessa: 33+20 (Collar) Glass: 29 Physical Damage: 24 Glass Strength: 100-24=76 Showing off some of her true strength, Vanessa attacks the glass, a tremendous thud sounding with each strike, and leaving a small crack on the material. The criminal seems unperturbed, licking his lips lecherously as he sees the heiress raise her leg. "Ooh, I even get a show..." He chuckles. Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: Vanessa: 7 (Crit Fail) Eye: 94 (Crit) Willpower Damage: 87+20 (Crits) Willpower: 0 As she attacks the glass, Vanessa's mind wanders - Why is she doing this? Why would she attack such a Nice Man? It feels nice to look into the eye - she should do that instead. Melchett chuckles, seeing her slacken, and her pupils dialate. "Are you going to play nice, now?"
"It's a date. Let's just hope I'm here for a friendly chat, and not to drag you away in cuffs." He nods, stooping down to restrain the unconscious Ryota. Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 74 As she walks away, Malady feels she's had the desired effect - before, his flirting was mostly playful, but as she ascends the stares, she feels his eyes on her ass. The fan quickly comes down to the driveway as she returns, opening the door for her. "S-Success, miss?"
“Tsk, it’s tougher than expected.” Vanessa grumbled, amping up her assaults even more. Even though she failed to notice how she’s been staring at the eye, rather than the fat man holding onto it. And then, it happened. “Ahh?” Raising her fist to deliver one more punch, the heiress groans. Feeling her anger suddenly dissipate, “Y-yes.” She couldn’t help but reply, as her body seemingly doesn’t want to make another punch.
Jenny's bare nipples grazed against the satin sheets and elicited a shiver of pleasure from her as she flipped around onto her bad. Her breasts were still exposed and had been since before they'd left the club. With the manner in which the villain had manhandled her, the hemline of her dress had risen to her waist exposing her bald pussy. Hammer regarded her with a cocky smirk as he knelt onto the bed. "Spread your legs." Jennifer's eyes were glued onto the huge cock protruding from Hammer's crotch, and instinctively she obeyed his command. Her thighs parted and her feet, still clad in her platform pumps, settled wide apart on either side of his thighs. The big man's hands, one flesh one metal, reached down and grabbed her round ass and pulled her towards the edge of the bed where he teasingly rubbed his thick dick against her wet pussy lips. "Ohhh..." she shuddered again as she felt the hard shaft press against her opening. "Damn bitch." he chuckled. "You're without a doubt the easiest piece of ass I've ever had." "Asshole." she thought angry at his words. She opened her mouth to retort, but all that came out was- "Fuck me. Please fuck me." Hammer laughed at her and pressed the head of his huge cock inside her eager hole. "FUCK!" Jenny screamed as her head shot backwards. Her eyes went wide and her pussy stretched around the invading member. Her hands grasped the satin sheets tightly in her hands, bunching portions of them up into disheveled balls. "Holy fuck it's huge!" she panted. Her pussy gripped him tightly and as he sunk inch after inch into her depths the married woman gritted her teeth in effort. He was unexpectedly slow but soon his cock hit the end of her cunt and he grunted. "Damn slut. You're fucking tight!" Jenny panted as her mind exploded in pleasure. An orgasm rocked through her and she screamed out in ecstasy. "FUCK ME!!!" "You asked for it whore." Hammer said and pulled his cock back until only the head was stretching her before he SLAMMED back up inside her. "AAAAGGGGHHHH FUCK!!!" Jenny cried as her pussy walls gripped him tightly. Hammer repeated the action over and over and soon another orgasm ripped through her body and even before it ended another one was on its heels. "Fuck yeah slut!" Hammer grunted. "That's some good fucking cunt." He half complimented half mocked. But Jenny didn't care she was lost in the pleasure of his endless assault on her sex.
Her first move was to just walk forward and find a chair to slump in, not saying anything as she let her muscles relax. After a few minutes, she stared at her surroundings, wondering what could be used to decorate the new place. Remembering he asked a question, she simply gave a cold and haughty look. “Didn’t I tell you that nobody could outplay me?” While common sense, would probably suggest to not admit to her schemes, the temptation was too great. She had improvised so much, at the very least her following should be aware of her accomplishments. “-so he’ll most likely be vilified in the hero community, we have a proper base of operations, and it would be impossibly stupid to use the same place that you just had done a plot in as your next base…so we’ll use that. The assumption would be that nobody would seriously just use it again…but that’s exactly why we will. This Finch person is likely aware of it, but he won’t be a real problem for some time. My biggest problem is currently on more lists than I am and this only took the span of one day.” Finishing her retelling of events, she was quite proud of everything she had accomplished.
Spoiler: Investigation Roll D100: 92 (Crit) Calming down a little after her orgasm, though the gold around her neck ensures that she'll constantly have at least a little buzz during the night, Faye changes her strategy. Reading between the lines, she begins to note that there are some patterns emerging. Firstly, one of Centurion's recent battles with a villain took place in a laboratory owned by a rival corporation, utterly demolishing it. According to the article, though, the billionaire paid more than the lab was worth in compensation. There's been some questioning online about some of the villains Centurion has faced, as well - some of them seem to just...disappear. Crimes involving Arch's opponents are where things get truly interesting. It would seem that multiple of Arch Corp's competitors are sitting in jail cells right now. A CEO planning a hostile takeover arrested for rape here, Spoiler: Cecil Brown an Arch Corp executive planning to defect taken down by the government for selling weapons to terrorists there... Spoiler: Jackson Paint Nothing links back to Arch himself, though - he wasn't involved in the investigations, didn't testify, etc. Looking at the man's love life reveals something interesting. He married young, and was reputedly faithful until his wife passed away from a rare disease. Afterwards, he's only had short relationships. Generally, men of his status go for supermodels and actresses, but Arch goes for another type: Women with authority. His bedpost has some interesting notches: Spoiler: Lieutenant Helena McGill One of the only shining stars in the Century City Police Department, Helena McGill is a cop famous for her honesty, and willingness to put herself in danger for the sake of others. The two started dating after McGill rescued Arch's two children from a kidnapper, but they broke up, with McGill citing the extreme press attention the relationship gave her as the reason. Spoiler: Mayor Kizuhara Arch was a heavy sponsor of Mayor Kizuhara's election campaign, and it's heavily speculated that the two had an affair during that time. The claim has been disputed vigorously by both parties, however, given that Kizuhara is a married woman. Spoiler: Isabella Montreux Unlike the others, Isabella actually did do modelling at one point, but these days she's more famous for being the leader of the world famous Montpellier Consortium, one of the world's most powerful tech groups, and one of the only businesses on an equal standing with Arch Corp in the same field of business. Finally, looking up his current opponents, T'yala finds that there's only three of consequence. Spoiler: 1 Isabella Montreaux, his ex-girlfriend. From what's publically available, she seems mostly clean, for a billionaire, and their rivalry is mostly friendly. Spoiler: 2 Dmitri Orlov - Uzbekistani 'businessman' An oligarch largely thought of as corrupt, but extremely wealthy, with suspected links to the Broken Sickle crime group. Spoiler: 3 Vanessa Fitzgerald - Local heiress A rich heiress from one of Century City's founding families, Vanessa's company isn't as big as Arch Corp, but her surname is old and respected, and gives her a lot of influence in the city. Her company owns much of the city docks, meaning that a large part of the city's shipping goes through her company. She doesn't have much known interaction with Arch, but interestingly enough, her parents recently died in a suspicious plane explosion. Likewise, outside of some public events, she isn't often seen in public - for a billionaire. There's speculation as to how exactly she spends her nights.
"Good." Horatio presses a button, and the glass retracts, leaving him standing within her reach, but with her unable to make a move for him. "Tell me..." The criminal circles around the hypnotised hero. "No... It'll be more interesting to let you choose." He chuckles. "I want you to take something off - but I'll let you choose. Remove your mask, or your leotard." In the corner of her mind, Vanessa can hear a voice, shouting at her angrily, telling her to...resist? Maybe she could try to listen to it, to fight her way back in control. On the other hand, it would be so much easier to just listen to the nice man... In the corner of her eye, she tracks movement, though she can't turn to look at it. It looked like...a vent popping open?
"Nnh, ggh. Nnh." Seeing the glass barrier retract, Vanessa tries to deliver at least one direct punch toward Horatio. But despite her best attempts, her body refuses to listen to her. Even her mind was struggling to resist, leaving her to listen to the fat bastard's words. Damn it, move, moooove! The heiress screams inside her mind, but as he gave her choices. She found herself forcing her hands to remove her leotard, rather than her mask. "Khh." Vanessa's cheeks flush, as she peels off her skintight costume, revealing her large, milky white breasts, topped with light pink nipples. "Nnnh." She closes her eyes as she pulls down her leotard more, until she's left wearing nothing but a collar around her neck, and her pantyhose, and combat boots on her lower body. Allowing the criminal to see the black, high-waist thong she had underneath her tights. Vanessa barely noticed the vent open up, she tries to listen to the voice telling her to resist. But due to the fact that this is the first time she's dealing with a mental attack, that voice was extremely faint.
Hammer doesn't have sex with Jenny, he ruts with her like an animal, thrusting his hips to send his cock deep inside her, smashing his cock head against the entrance of her womb. The bed creaks underneath, and idly the blonde wonders if it's going to be able to survive such an animalistic fuck - a worry that's obliterated with her next orgasm, along with all other higher thoughts. The supervillain's stamina seems limitless, pausing only briefly to pull her onto all fours or make her lie on her belly, before continuing to ravage her. Though time is a blur, occassionally the heroine is lucid enough to look out the window and see the sky grow brighter - the villain fulfilling his promise to keep her up until the morning. Jenny comes to at about noon, the sunlight illuminating her naked body - and the massive amount of semen leaking from her cunt onto the bed. Beside her is a note: Me and the boys had to go handle some business. You're hired - talk to DD about the details. Getting up on her elbows, the blonde hears something from the other room, along with the smell of food. A slight ache in her ear reminds her that her earpiece has been in for a little too long for comfort, and consequently her husband, presumably waiting anxiously on the other side of that earpiece - if he hasn't launched a rescue mission already.
Looking around the fat boy's house, she sees some art on the walls, a decent carpet, and a TV and other technological gadgets, though none are the superhero type. The fat boy fawns over her, listening intently to the story. "Wow! You're really incredible, miss." He smiles, as he fetches her a drink. "So you've found a base - what's the next move?"
"Ooh..." Melchett practically drools as he sees the young woman's body. "Eager to protect your identity, or eager to show off that slutty body of yours? Judging from how revealing your outfit is, and how skimpy that thong is, I'd guess the latter." The fat man presses a hand against her toned stomach, and slides it downwards, dipping beneath the rim of her pantyhose. "You know..." He breathes into her ear. "I have a saying: If you want it, I've got it - for the right price. I wonder what price people will be willing to pay for a mind-broken superheroine?" He laughs. Spoiler: Willpower Recovery Roll D100: Vanessa: 70 Eye: 62 Willpower Recovery: 8 Vanessa begins to focus her mind - try to focus on the voice of reason, when his fat fingers begin to tweak her clit through the thong with surprising skill, and pleasure ripples through her body. Though she's distracted, she thinks she can hear footsteps on the stairs behind Melchett, though his body's in the way.
{Wow. What a post!} It looked like Arch was either evil genius... or had some small turns here and there... but it did not look like he was that much of a threat, from what she gathered. Faye sighted and leaned back on her chair, thrusting the dildo - arching as she climaxed again. Suddenly, as her mind was blanked by pleasure, a realisation entered her mind - what if he was? What if he entered here at this hour, just to leave goons wearing optical camfulage behind? She shuddered as the scenarios of how the situation could escalate from that point played in her mind. Another climax washed over her. Finally, tiredly, she removed the necklace, putting it back in the case. She hid the case and the dildo in her desk. She sighted, as relief washed over her. She leaned back in her chair and re-read the information. As her body got somewhat dryer, she put on her clothes. She winced as her shirt moved over her breasts - she would need to remove the milk soon. She sat down and started organising a base for her future team... but as she finished, she started wondering what to do next... She frowned. She needed to find out if... her weakness was found out. That meant interrogation of the villain who captured her. T'yala checked if she could get two hours in prison to meet the... villain. While she was about it, she might check on Arch's opponents in prison.
Jenny lay on the bed for several minutes before she rose to her feet and moved into the en-suit bathroom. When she caught her reflection in the mirror she paused. Her mascara had run creating dark lines down her cheeks, her hair was a mess, and still fresh cum oozed out of her cunt halfway down her legs. Yet it was the grin on her face that surprised her the most. The sparkle of her wedding ring caught her eye next, and she paused to ponder it for a moment. "Oh God..." She uttered and almost collapsed against the sink counter. Guilt and shame slammed into her like a 18-wheeler. "What have I done?..." she wondered and fought back tears. She'd broken her wedding vows, committed adultery and fucked a supervillain! Suddenly the feeling of Hammer's sperm sloshing around in her womb panicked her. "Oh fuck. OH FUCK! Oh God please no!" she thought worriedly. Jenny breathed to steady herself. She couldn't do anything about that problem right then. She'd have to worry about that later. Prioritization. What she had done had been necessary. Hadn't it? She was 'in' with Dylan Duke, and was positioned to gain information to take down his operations. That would save thousands of people from his criminal empire. Whatever cost had to be paid to do that was worth it. It had to be! But her superficial excuses did nothing to ease her sense that she'd betrayed her husband. Or the sickening realization she'd do it again. Eagerly. Jenny shook her head. "No. I didn't want to do this I had to do this." she thought "It was the only way." Say a lie enough times... She didn't want to talk to her husband, not now, she couldn't. But she knew she had to, if only to placate his fears; though she had no idea how to do that. Opening up the comm line she asked, "Babe, you there? It's me. I'm okay. But I can't talk for long."
