Evil Genius - the underdogs strike back! (RP)

"No." Vixen snarls petulantly. "You killed the mood." She uses her telekinesis to send whatever's in the brunette's hand slamming into her head, before sending a blast to hit the stunned blonde.

 

"Oh, that would be not fair my dear. It's all about product testing." the woman smiled as she caressed Mistress Victory's cheek "And since you are new to this, it's only fair that I give you a helping hand as a senpai~" She leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Isn't it exhilarating? Fucking a defeated opponent, having her at your mercy, being able to do anything with her?" She moaned. "Now imagine, it's a defeated heroine... And not one of those you would like to recruit? What would you do with them?" She paused and smirked. "Isn't it a good time to practice?"

The receptionist moaned, her voice filled with lust and desperation as her body started shaking from orgasm.

 

The brunette fell on the floor, moaning loudly, stunned. Her gun falling out of her hand. As Vixen threw a TK blast, the blond hit the wall, and with a soft groan, slid on the floor, unconscious, her shirt wide open, showing off her shapely breasts with her skirt still tucked up and panties rolled over her ankle.

"Hey, if you are playing with her, do it gentler." A voice of a female driver called from behind the separated driver seat. The shield made it impossible to tell what was going on on the other side. "The Van will flip if you continue."

 

Taking the driver's advice, Vixen slips a hand into the brunette's uniform to find the key for the truck door, and opens it, before waiting for the truck to slow down, hitting the brunette with a gentle blast to knock her out, and hopping out.

 

The brunette moaned, as she felt a hand slip inside her breast pocket, fishing keys, with each gripping, missing the keys, the hand of Villian would grope her breast or pinch her nipple. Tight pockets are a tricky and annoying business. Finally, the Vixen fished the keys, leaving the heavily molested woman... then pausing, and in a second thought, knocking her out. The TK was made the brunette roll over the floor, until she was on top of the blond. It looked as if both unconscious women, were 69-ing each other.

Admiring her accidentally artistic handiwork, the Vixen jumped out of the police van.

Freedom!

But, but! Her minions were still in custody! How would the villainous babe deal with that? Would she try to break them out? Would she try to intercept the van transporting them? Or would she leave them to root in prison and hire new helpies?

 

Mistress Victory did not object to the kiss – while she wasn't really interested in the older woman, the busty villainess was still nice to look at. “Well, since you're more experienced, why don't you show me what you would do with a slut like her? What toys would you use? Meanwhile I'll put her mouth to use – she seems to need some training using it, anyway...” The younger villainess suggested as she pounded the helpless slut's ass hard.

 

Scary...but you can solve a maze by burning it. I said that. Me. Just now.

They had guns that they didn't. This is quite the problem. For a moment, Nikki simply observed. Even if the mask blocked her expression, she wasn't about to lose her cool. They were outgunned and it was dangerous, but she didn't need to strike down every animal in the pack. Just take the alpha. She didn't look to have any unique abilities as far as she could gather and the reliance with guns wouldn't mean anything if she closed the distance through stealth.

This was still a casino. Filled with a lot of electronics and wiring...quietly moving over to some of the slot machines, she began to put her blades to work to tear open the wiring, and quickly move away as she did the same to a few more machines in the hopes of causing an electrical fire. After doing that, she hugged the wall to get close to a vent and attempted to force the grate open. An electrical fire would ideally cause a panic and force her peons to scramble from positions and with some good timing doing this right, she could take the vents to drop from other side of the room right on top of their leader and take her down by surprise in the confusion.

 

Smack!

"Yhm!" the bound MILF shuddered as a hand landed on her ass. The receptionist kept grunting and moaning as Mistress Victory dominated her ass, moaning loudly into dildo now and then, as her body shook from orgasm.

"Well, I am not sure if I should be flattered by your praise or insulted by your leazyness. If it is brownnosing you want to do, we have this little bitch to do that literally." The woman said, then smiled. "I seem not to be your type, which is a rather turn off." She sighed as she moved her hand over Mistress Victory's breasts. She then got up, releasing receptionist's mouth.

"I think I am done for today. I will leave you to clean up the mess." Commander Obnoxious Vulture called as she put on her clothes"If you ever change your mind or want to work together, call me." And with that, she was gone, leaving Mistress Victory fucking moaning receptionist.

 

Vixen grabs a police radio before running away from the van, listening out for signs of the transport carrying her captured minions. Needing transport, she makes a hitchiker sign with her fingers to flag down a car, posing so that her curves are very obvious in her tight dress, and directing the driver who stops to follow the van, promising them a reward.

 

Smirking, knowing that her cunning plan was genius, the mighty Pincer, started implementing it. Then, as she was gutting the machines - which were strangely not starting a fire, Pincer was hit by something - the mighty Reality! She suddenly understood two things.

First, gutting the electrical machines with blades without insulation, was not the smartest idea to do - she could get shocked! And wouldn't it be embarrassing if the current killed her that way?

Second, the fire was not starting, because she ordered cutting off the power supply earlier! Which was also the reason she was not zapped by the current. The Pincer, was not sure how to exactly feel about that blessing and failure.

The reality was somewhat complicated opponnnet - just as common sense.

Still, this little mishap aside, she did manage to move through the ventilation system and move behind the enemy blockade, undetected! The gunfire drowned out the noises she made.

Now, she had a choice - either move back and attack enemy minions from behind, or move forward, and attack the enemy boss.

 

As she took the radio, she easily realised the path that the trucks will take. Unfortunately, the trucks would take two different paths - one transporting her main force would travel near the seaside. The one transporting her detachment would travel through the main city.

As she stood by the road, she easily managed to stop a truck with a trailer - with a somewhat familiar sign of CoCa - a company that sold sweet brown carbonated beverage with a small addition of cocaine, that tasted the best when cooled. Kids loved that stuff!

The bearded driver with crazy eyes and some white powder on his moustache opened the door.

"Hey, there sweet cheeks! Where are you going?!" He asked in a high southern voice.

 

It was only now that she realized the issues with dealing with the casino. It must have backup generators. She assumed. But apparently not for the lights. The dark was more useful to staying silent. And while dealing with enemy minions was an option, that would leave getting exposed and giving the boss time to escape when she could be taken hostage to force them to stand down.

Nikki remembered covering it when she taught psychology at school. Apparently one of the more consistent signs of psychopathy was the capacity to be very cunning and manipulative hampered by a tendency not to think things through. But the villains she’s been faces with so far seemed to suffer from the same traits.

It was better to subdue the boss as quick as possible than give her a chance to escape, so Nikki pressed on to make her move as fast as possible.

 

(What's the difference between the main force and the detachment?)
Mmmmm, this prisoner escape would be so much better with a delicious, ice cold bottle of CoCa, now with zero sugar! Vixen idly imagines herself in a horny ad for the company, before shaking her head and coming to her senses, looking up at the trucker. "O-Oh, I..." Think of a cover story, think of a cover story, think of a- got one! "Hey, sir! Thank you so much for stopping! I accidentally left my handbag in this van, and now it's driving away! Could you pretty please help me out and drive me to the van before it reaches its destination? I'd be ever so thankful." From his elevated seat in the truck, the driver will be able to get a fine view of the young woman's cleavage, hoping that the sight will prevent him from asking questions about the exact nature of the van.

"I have this radio with the truck's route, all you'd have to do is drive, but it'll have to be fast."

 

As the Pincer considered the lightning, she easily realised, that the lack of back-up generator aside, some of the lightning was working. The lightning had, as it was demanded by state fire regulations, batteries, that kept the lightning working, in case of fire and lack of power. It was just that the management did not seem to maintain the structure - that's why there were so many blind points - because every year, the installation should be checked. Usually - depending on the battery used - it will require being changed after about 5 years. Seriously, it's a plague! No matter how many reports the maintenance puts forward, the answer is always - 'Does it influence the normal people every day? No? Great. And no, fire is not an everyday case. So there is no need to changed it.' Comee onnn!

Annywayyy-

Pincer quickly made her way forward, searching the boss.

Eventually, she found a man waiting for her - with to bodyguards behind the bulletproof shield glass... and with two heavy machine guns pointed at her.



"So, you are the intruder..." he drawled, looking at her.

 

{you put a lesser number of minions into detachment group - 4 who attacked different target}

The man pauses to think - Vixen can literally see the process going in his eyes.

"Thatttt... sounds like a completely normal thing to happen, miss! Just a few days ago I meet a different woman having the same problem! The driver which we went after, could not hear or see us, so we had too ram the car to make it stop! Hahaha! But we did manage that large green bag full of cash, back for the ever grateful lady, so all ended well! Hahaha! Come on, hop in!"

The completely normal, mentally stable, intelligent and moral, truck driver called waving his hand for the Vixen to get into truck.

 

(Right, I remember now. I didn't know they both got arrested.)
Vixen gives a beaming smile and climbs up beside the driver, kissing his cheek gratefully. "There's no big bag of cash in the van, at least I don't think there is." Unless...nah, the cops wouldn't carry the evidence with the arrested criminals. She rubs his thigh as they begin to drive and she gives him directions. "Still, I think I can find some way to repay your kindness."

 

{I think I wrote about that... when the heroine appeared. So, which way?}

"Whooooo!" The man exclaimed, tapping his leg on the floor as he felt the busty woman's hand on his tight. "Chargeeee!" He called excited, honking loudly, as the truck started speeding up... to an incredible speed of 65 km/h.

 

Vixen giggles, ready to commit some more crime, while she gives directions. "Alright, a left here... the next right... Nope, wrong, do a U-turn." Finally, when they see the police van, she gives the order to ram.

 

{What I meant, after which Van }

"Yiiiihhhhaaaaa!" The helpful driver screamed excitedly, ramming his truck into the van, and knocking it over... Unfortunately, neither he nor Vixen buckled their belts - so they flew through the front t window, passing over the Van - if someone could see it in slow motion - which was rolling to its side.

With much noise, Vixen landed in a trash pile, not sustaining too much damage (except trashing dignity) - thank gods for the Plot armour! The best armour there is!

 

“Very well, I will keep your offer in mind for the future...” Mistress Victory watched Vulture leave before turning her attention back to the horny slut. Pulling out of her ass she moved to the front and thrust the dildo in the receptionist's mouth, forcing the whole length down her throat. “Lucky for you I am in a good mood, so I will be merciful, slut.” She looked around the room as she fucked the woman's mouth fast and hard, until her eyes stopped on a triangular wooden horse. “Yes, this will do...”

Mistress Victory de-attached her strap-on and left it in the woman's mouth, and tied it in place, gagging the woman but making sure she could still breathe. Then she stood behind the slut and removed the vibrators from her cunt, shoving them in her ass instead and using duck tape to keep them in place. Finally she picked up the woman and with some difficulty – the fat cow was heavier than she appeared! - carried her to the wooden horse. After setting her right in the middle she attached small weights to her nipples and feet, and checked out her handy work. “Mmm, you look good like that, slut... enjoy yourself!” She slapped the woman's ass one last time before getting dressed and leaving as well.

Time to go back to base and check on my underlings...

(Sorry, I wasn't getting any good ideas about the scene – in part due to real life distractions – so I decided to leave it all to Vulture.)