"What do you think?" The lieutenant smiles, and gestures to the bluish mark around his eye. "You know, you really busted us up. We were thinking you could make it up to us with a little private...exhibition." He and his men chuckle.
"What's this?" Lana slides a finger down Calista's body, slipping underneath until she touches the head of Calista's cock. "It seems our would-be pop diva has a secret..." She grins, as her hand closes around the extremity. "Slow down, baby - let her speak." Grumbling, Lee begins to fuck his 'fan' more gently. "Tell me..." Lana grins. "Is it just my boyfriend you have a thing for, or are your tastes more...diverse?"
Foolishly thinking that they'd let her go after making their threats, Vanessa's eyes widen as she heard what they wanted next. "A-and why should I bother?" She barely managed to reply, Wait, maybe I can nab one of their phones, or whatever device they're using to receive orders. The heiress tries to keep her hopes up, desperate to save Lawrence.
"Your Honor, Detective, a pleasure." Psychana greeted and shook the officer's offered hand with a dainty-light grip. "Why thank you detective Jackson. It's always nice to have a fan on the force." She said genuinely accepting the compliment; glad that her team's public work was being received well by some within the police department. "I'm looking forward to working with you. So, how would you like to use me?" Internally she winced at her phrasing, but didn't reveal that on her face. Instead, she struck a classic superhero pose, full of confidence. Back straight, fists on her hips and prodigious chest thrust out. Hopefully that would give the detective and the judge a good impression.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Azura: 3+20 Toxin: 40 Toxin Damage: 17 Azura's Health: 60 Azura feels her vision dim slightly as she inhales. Nimbly, the woman rolls out of the way of the attack, coming back to her feet, before holding up some sort of gun and pulling the trigger. Azura feels a brief pain as something grazes her arm.
"Because, though we can't kill the old guy, we can rough him up." The lieutenant says cockily. "You can fly away now, if you want, but then the butler might not look too hot in the video we send you."
"Rhh." Clenching her gloved fists as she heard their reply, Vanessa couldn't risk having Lawrence get roughed up even more. He may have some experience in combat, but with his advanced age. "Bastards." The heiress growled, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. Her hands move to the hem of her low-cut leotard. Peeling the tight fabric from her skin, it didn't take long for her large breasts to pop out. Revealing her milky white pillows of flesh, topped with enticing pink nipples, and areolas. "There, are you bastards happy?" Vanessa asked, her tone filled with anger.
Jackson takes her hand in his paw, squeezing hard in some macho urge to show off his strength. "You've got plenty of those - but consider me the captain of the fan club. We'd have been working far closer with you already if it was up to me. Sadly, the old guard aren't so eager to see the way the wind is blowing." Gesturing to the unamused judge, he releases her. As the blonde makes her gaff, the detective smiles wider and visibly eyes her up, seeming to take the pose and turn of phrase as a flirtation. Luckily, Holness interrupts whatever he was about to say next. "Ahem. Perhaps we should show you what we have before we decide that." "Here." He presses a button on his computer, lighting up a nearby projector screen with a map of the city, a yellow line snaking from the state prison to the courthouse. "This is the route our convoy will be taking, one of a few we alternate through. Detective Jackson?" The cop pries his eyes away from the heroine to look at the map. "Yeah, I've assigned some heavy protection - two armored vans, one to transport the suspect, while the other is a decoy, with a squad car in front and behind. I've got a chopper hovering in the air above, and some shooters positioned on rooftops on the route." He uses a pen to gesture at the map. "Way I see it, there's a few places we could position you. One, in the air above the convoy. If a costume is visibly guarding Spark, the bad guys might be tempted to call the rescue off. Secondly, we could place you on the rooftops, ready to join in - maybe you'll catch the gang's spotters as they scout out the convoy. Finally, we could have you in the armoured van with Spark himself. He's bound to make a move when he hears a fight start, so it might be useful to have you there to neutralise him." Judge Holness nods. "To be frank, we don't have superpowers, or know how to use them, so it's up to you - how do you think you'd best be...used?"
The lieutenant licks his lips, as he and his men watch, a red light on the camera signalling that it's recording. "Who told you to strip? We never said it was that kind of exhibition. You must be real eager to get that costume off in front of us." A chuckle sounds at Vanessa's expense. "We're happier, but you still did hurt us pretty bad. Why don't you show us what superhero pussy looks like?"
In truth, all three options were valid and if she'd had her full team with her they would have done all three. But with just her, she figured a deterrent was the best course of action. With her operating as the sole cavalry their best bet of success was causing pause in the oppositions' plan. "The first option sounds best to me." she said confidently. "If anyone's thinking of trying anything, with any luck seeing me will make them think twice. I'll take up position in the air over the transport and keep an eye out for anything. When do we start?"
Hearing his reply, Vanessa's cheeks flush red as she realized she just stripped in front of the thugs without being told. "Khh." Glaring even more, she pulls up her tight costume, hiding her breasts once again to remain defiant. Though with the massive amounts of cleavage her costume showed, maybe it was pointless. And as she heard their demand, "Tsk." Vanessa clicks her tongue, No point in showing them too much. She thinks to herself, I just need to get them worked up, enough to make sure they won't be able to react once I beat them down again. The heiress sits down, spreading her nylon-clad legs, showing the thugs her crotch, and how snug her leotard truly was. Taking a deep breath, Vanessa pulls the fabric covering her pussy to the side, showing her tights, and high-cut thong. "Kkh, nnh." Closing her eyes in shame, she tears open her pantyhose, and pulls her thong to the side. Revealing her hairless, pink pussy.
"Damn..." Vanessa hears one of the thugs exclaim, the front of their pants all growing tight. "Nice and shaved...Just like I like it." The lieutenant practically drools. "Why don't you touch yourself a little - show the audience how much fun you're having? And smile for the camera, while you're at it."
"Well then, let's get started." Psychana replied with a confident smile. Before the pair left she turned to Judge Holness. "Your Honor, I'd just like to take a moment to say thank you for this opportunity. My team and I have worked extremely hard to help make things better in our community and the chance to work with individuals such as yourself and detective Jackson is an immense honor. It's our hope that this will be the first of many collaborations between us and the justice department."
Vanessa could feel her cheeks burn with shame as she heard their comments. Fortunately she didn't see their growing erections since she's unable to open her eyes due to the humiliation. "B-bastards, who would... have fun with you ugly pieces of, khhh." The heiress hissed, turning her head away from the camera. She forces her gloved right hand to move toward her pussy, using her own slender fingers to massage her cunt. "Nnh, kkh." Vanessa could feel a different heat start to grow within her brought by her sensitive body, "You'll... pay for this, you all will."
@Daylan A week later From the next room, Squidlock hears Ellie's moans, her young greedily exploring their mother's bodies, as the creature himself looks upon her 'salvaged' gear. Most of it is mundane - the kind of magical implements that any hobbyist mage might have, but one thing in particular is interesting - a crystal that serves as a magical portal generator. In the few moments she's spent lucid in the past week, Ellie explained that she found the crystal but hasn't yet discovered how to activate it, or where it leads. Also at the blonde's house, Squidlock discovered a phone - with some voice messages on it from the girl's mother and father inquiring as to why their daughter hasn't called them recently. "Hey, boss?" From the aquarium lobby, Squidlock hears his police minion shout out. "I'm back - did some scouting, like you asked."
The middle aged judge remains stone-faced in the face of her statement. "I hope you prove that the trust I'm showing you was warranted. Time to get to work." He turns to his computer. "Hey, I'm gonna drive over to the prison now to get the party started. I'm guessing you can fly faster than I can drive, so I'll meet you there. Good luck, eh?" Jackson smiles at her. An Hour Later: Hovering above the city, Psychana sees flashes down at the street level, realising that some of the civilians down there are taking photos of her. The convoy is unmoving, trapped by traffic, as several officers try to redirect the onrush of cars. On the neighboring rooftops, she sees two black specks - police snipers in their dark tactical gear. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 88 Strange... One of the snipers seems a little...antsy. Actually, more than a little. While his compatriot on the other rooftop is silent and professional, this one can't stop moving, eyes darting around, with his rifle held loosely in his hands.
"Now why would you say that? No one likes a rude starlet." The lieutenant chuckles. "Look at the camera and smile, as you masturbate for us."
Psychana gave the crowd a little wave. At this distance it wouldn't look like much, but it was important to earn both the trust and appreciation of the city's populace. Every action, even just a simple wave could oftentimes go a long way to making superheroes seem accessible. When she spotted the sniper's nervous demeanor, Psychana floated gently to greet him. "It's okay officer." she said reassuringly as she got within earshot. "I understand it's a tense situation, but you're trained for this. You know what to do. Trust yourself and those you work with. We're all on the same side here."
"Kkh, nnh, rrh." Vanessa bites on her lower lip as the leader spoke. She slowly turned her head, facing the camera as she opens her eyes. "Bastards, I'll make sure all of you can never use your cocks after this." She hissed, forcing a smile on her lips, even as she glared at them. Her gloved fingers continued to move up, and down her pussy lips. Her anger keeping her sweet voice from escaping.
