Evil Genius - the underdogs strike back! (RP)

The blond was still out of it, from the last orgasm. But the brunette looks at Vixen, for a moment then frowns.
"You're a super?" She asks as she reaches for her gun.

 

"Does it matter?" Vixen looks a little petulant, huffing lustfully. "Who caaares? We were having fun." She gives the brunette's clit a lick. "Why ruin that over something silly?"

 

Slowly the blond started to come to and realise something was not right.

"Sureee..." the brunette said as she aimed from her pistol at the Vixen. "Would you be so dear now, to put those back on?"

She asked as the blond started reaching for her gun.

 

“Something special for myself, please.” Mistress Victory replied without hesitation. It was no choice, really. Her current minions were too incompetent, so any equipment for them would be wasted. At the same time her lack of superpowers put her at a disadvantage against any superheroes. Perhaps whatever she would receive would help even the field at least a little bit.

“Hmm, yes, it seems fine.” Mistress Victory agreed after taking a look at the map. She was unlikely to get a better deal even if she objected, anyway.

 

Vixen sighs. "Ooookay." She holds up the handcuffs as though she was going to put them on, but instead uses telekinesis on the hammer of the brunette's pistol, preventing it from firing. "I wasn't lying, you know. You could be having the best orgasm of your life right now, but nooooo!" As the blonde reaches for her sidearm, Vixen grabs it with telekinesis and sends it flying into the woman's head, pistol whipping her, before slipping the handcuffs around the brunette's wrists, as the woman tries and fails to fire her gun.

 

“First, kill the power and feed. Hit the goons hard from behind in surprise. Keep quiet and pick the enemy off slowly.”

 

The receptionist finished writing and smiled.

"Yes, I think that is it. Thank you for your cooperation." She smiled as she closed the laptop. "With that, we can proceed to the other matter at hand. Please follow me." She said as she leads the duo deeper into the building. Finally, they enter a room that looks like a sex dungeon... with a woman kneeling in the middle, shaking from pleasure - if her sex juices were any indication.



"This person I responsible for mistake - please punish her to your heart's content. While you are at it, you are free to test our products - see toys (she pointed at a mountain of dildos and strap-ons), torture toys (she pointed at whips and chains), execution equipment (she pointed at CENSORED and CENSORED). Don't worry, we already have someone on her position, so you can go wild!"

 

All the manoeuvres done spectacularly, the blond was moaning, as she massaged her forehead. The brunette snarled.

"Well, you can still surrender and we can go with that." She said as she lashed her hand to attack the Vixen. The villain noticed she was holding something in her hand.

 

"What about the guests?" One of them asked. "Should we eliminate them as well?"

 

“Don't mind if I do!” Mistress Victory moved close to the woman and squeezed one of her large breasts. Not what I was expecting, but... I do need to practice my skills, so why not? She fondled both of the woman's tits, then moved on to doing the same to her large ass, then she slipped a pair of fingers in her drenched cunt, and finally thrust her fingers inside the woman's ass. “Hmm, your holes are a bit loose... I guess this isn't the first time you're getting punished... I wonder if you screwed up on purpose, just to get some more punishment?” She slapped the woman's ass hard before moving over to the sex toys.

After looking over the options Mistress Victory picked a few vibrators to use on the slut. The largest one she thrust in the whore's drenched pussy filling it nicely, the second – only slightly smaller - went inside her ass filling it as well, and the rest were all egg vibrators that got attached to her nipples and clit. All were held in place by duct tape and set at the lowest setting – it would get the woman horny, yet keep her from having an orgasm. “Well? Something you want to say, slut?” Mistress Victory asked with a smirk as she checked out her handy work.

 

“I’m not above taking civilians as human shields, but they aren’t our concern. Don’t focus on them but if they get in the way, do what needs doing.”

 

The receptionist was glaring at Mistress Victory, well, she tried to glare but was too busy shaking from pleasures that wrecked her body. A loud moan - a moan filled with pleasures and longings of a woman in heat, the woman who had no man in a long time, the woman who missed tongue of a lover in her slit, the woman who for a long time who did not sit on a face of her sex slave and wiggled, the woman who missed a strap-on ramming her ass, woman who could understand the fetish of Dendrophile and for whom the idea behind raping tries seemed tempting - escaped her mouth.

"Ai-" Before she could finish Commander Obnoxious Vulture grabbed her by the hair and brought her face to her crotch. Start working with that mouth of yours. Villain then turned to a fellow boss. "So, how are we doing her? We can try all things while playing, but we can choose only one finale. For now, I think the 'fuck machine of doom', would be a good finisher. What do you think?"

 

The minions called loudly "Hai!" and moved.

It took a couple of minutes before finally, the power went out. There was chaos around the guests, as without lights the panic rose. But it seemed to go alright-

TraTraTraTraTra!

Until Pincer heard the sound of a machine gun.

 

“That sounds good to me.” Mistress Victory agreed. After picking up the largest strap-on she could find and putting it on she made her way to the horny receptionist. She removed the vibrator from the woman's ass and shoved in her pussy instead, adding it to the one that was already there and leaving her cunt stuffed. Then she aimed her fake member at the woman's gaping ass and thrust inside, starting to ass-fuck the slut.

 

What the hell...

The sound of gunfire she had to assume was not from her men. She'd have to make her move clinging to the walkways and scaffolding above to keep out of sight, get a view of how many she was dealing with and then have to pick them off when they were alone, one by one.

 

The receptionist moaned into Commander Obnoxious Vulture's pussy, distraught at the plans the Villains had for her.

"Don't stop." The Vulture said irritated. "Ah, that's good." the woman said with content, as the MILF started eagerly licking her, with another vibrator in her pussy. But then cursed as the woman groaned loudly when Mistress Victory penetrated her ass.

With annoyance, the woman stepped back and walked to the shelf with toys.

"Please!" The receptionist gasped, "It wasn't my fault!" She moaned as the strap-on drove deep into her. Her tits were swinging wildly, as once after the other, Mistress Victory slammed into her.

 

As Pincer descended, she noticed a crowd pushing through the door. When she got inside the building, she noticed several bodies. Some civilians, two of her minions and several of, who she suspected, minions of the other crime boss.



As she made her way farther, she noticed a few of her minions hiding near the door. Suddenly one run into the corridor but was immediately cut down by a hail of bullets. It looked like the enemies set up defences at the choke points...

 

SACK!

Mistress Victory slapped the woman's ass hard. “Sure it wasn't your fault, sure. That's what they all say.” She rolled her eyes. “Now shut up and take your punishment like a good little slut.” She kept pounding the receptionist's ass while waiting to see what Vulture was going to do next.

 

A sound of smack resounded over the room.
"Ighiii!!" The busty receptionist squealed as a dominating hand of evil Mistress Victory struck her victim. Her voice was filled with pain, surprise and lust - but it was only natural, for peons to get on their knees and worship her and fear her firm hand... on their firm asses.

A moment later, Commander Obnoxious Vulture arrived - stripped to her boots, with a strap-on around her waist. She grabbed the receptionist by the hair and lift her head.

"How is that not your fault?" She asked, in a demanding voice. Mistress Victory noticed that the MILF shuddered at the tone.

"It's Trinny! She was always after my job! When I was filling the papers, she has distracted me-ee!"

"Distracted? How?" The villain asked, getting impatient.

"Wi-with her tongue! I could not concentrate!" the receptionist called, her voice heavy from lust.

"So when you were filling my papers, your friend... no, coworker, was under your desk, making her best with her tongue for you to fuck up? Well, she succeeded." She said as she rammed her strap-on into MILF's mouth.

"I'm starting to think that the finale we choose was too good. Shall we test some other device? They have laser tables, piranha tanks, water tanks and sarcophagus that can keep a bandaged person inside for days while the sex toys torture the prisoner mercilessly..." The receptionist whimpered hearing that, but then gagged as the Commander Obnoxious Vulture started fucking her mouth, and throat. "Sorry, I might have taken a little too big one for you." She then turned to Mistress Victory "EVA also does wishes. Do you have preferences?" She asked as she grabbed the receptionist's hair. She then put on hand on Mistress Victory's cheek and smiled, her face filled with lust.

 

“Sounds to me like you let your coworker pleasure you. Since she did not force herself on you it's your fault for letting her.” Mistress Victory commented dispassionately as she listened to the slut's excuses. She then turned her attention to the obnoxious woman. “I'll let you decide this whore's ultimate fate.” She smiled back at the other villainess. This might give me a better idea of what kind of person you really are...