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.
Faye can't help but imagine it - armed men appearing out of nowhere and advancing on her before she can get the necklace off. They grab her, shove her against the desk, relishing in her powerlessness...
She feels almost regretful as she removes the gift, and experiences the tingly sensation of her powers rushing back through her body. Luckily, companies like hers contract for a lot of warehouse space, not all of it used immediately. She bookmarks one property that will work: Spacious, private, and not directly owned by her company, meaning that it should be harder for villains to locate, though if she wanted to make it a public location, she could also go that route. Calling up her contact at the prison, he confirms that she can get some time alone to punish her nemesis - the man thinking that she wants revenge against her foe, and not the real reason.
"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.
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.
"Nh, kkkhh." Vanessa could barely growl, instead opting to curse at the fat old man within her mind. Mostly the parts of her mind that she could control, Bastard! Damn it, damn iiiit! She hissed, trying to pull herself together. But as he touches her toned abdomen, feeling how soft her skin was, despite her well trained muscles. Vanessa shuddered, cheeks blushing even more. As Horatio's hand slides down, entering her pantyhose to touch her crotch through her thin thong. And as he whispered, "Aaahn." The heiress was surprised as images of her in chains, cuffs, and other sorts of bindings flashed in her mind. Followed by all the men forming a line as they waited for their turn to use her. W-what!? Even she was shocked, even though she'd had a some sexual partners. Never once they their activities go that far, and she's never even thought about such acts before now.
"Mmh, b-bastard." Vanessa managed to growl as she barely managed to fight off the eye's influcence. But, as he pinched her clit, "Aaahn!" She moaned once more, her nylon-clad legs quivering. As her eyes widen, unable to believe how skillful his touch was. With her surprise, she didn't even register the footsteps from behind Horatio.
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."
"Jenny?" Her husband's voice sounds in her ear, strained and worried. "A-Are you sure? You've been at one location so long... If you need help, use the code word - I'm suited up, and I'll call Infinity to see if he can take a break from his mission."
"Jenny?" Her husband's voice sounds in her ear, strained and worried. "A-Are you sure? You've been at one location so long... If you need help, use the code word - I'm suited up, and I'll call Infinity to see if he can take a break from his mission."
Jenny almost wept hearing her husband's voice but somehow kept her composure. "I'm sure. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier. Thank you for worrying, but please don't." "I don't deserve it." she thought. "I'll likely be here for some time yet but I'm not in danger. I've met... someone who's set up a meeting with someone who might be Dylan Duke. I'll call if I need help." She paused before she added emphatically "I love you."
Jenny closed the channel and looked at herself in the mirror. She cleaned up her ruined mascara, but decided not to do anything about her hair. Nor did she do anything about the cum running down her leg. She then returned to the bedroom and considered donning her dress again. But there was a tingling in her freshly-fucked pussy that told her not to.
Naked, the blonde wife opened the door to the bedroom and stepped into the other room.
Faye can't help but imagine it - armed men appearing out of nowhere and advancing on her before she can get the necklace off. They grab her, shove her against the desk, relishing in her powerlessness...
She feels almost regretful as she removes the gift, and experiences the tingly sensation of her powers rushing back through her body. Luckily, companies like hers contract for a lot of warehouse space, not all of it used immediately. She bookmarks one property that will work: Spacious, private, and not directly owned by her company, meaning that it should be harder for villains to locate, though if she wanted to make it a public location, she could also go that route. Calling up her contact at the prison, he confirms that she can get some time alone to punish her nemesis - the man thinking that she wants revenge against her foe, and not the real reason.
She paused, before going. It was better to remove her milk, in case things went south in prison. Using two functions, with a machine, she drained the liquid, until she felt familiar sorness and lightness. She grabbed two bottles and put them into safe. Then she closed the computer... the fantasy, as much as tur on it was, did leave the security problem she would need to deal with. She prepared a message o her phone, to up the security of her office and sent it to security department.
She then called Crystal, telling her she won't be available for the rest of the day.
With that done, she quickly switched to her hero costume
She flew in the direction of prison. For all her need to have information... she was all to aware that part of her, the part that still remembered and relished her captivity, would submit to her Nemesis - if sex was demanded in return for information. Especially the Nemesis showed her new and exciting ways-
She shook her head. How did earthilngs lived with such an intense stimuli? And why wasn't it more spread out?
It will be what it will be. Preferably, the Nemesis would easily spill the information, and that would be that.
"Nh, kkkhh." Vanessa could barely growl, instead opting to curse at the fat old man within her mind. Mostly the parts of her mind that she could control, Bastard! Damn it, damn iiiit! She hissed, trying to pull herself together. But as he touches her toned abdomen, feeling how soft her skin was, despite her well trained muscles. Vanessa shuddered, cheeks blushing even more. As Horatio's hand slides down, entering her pantyhose to touch her crotch through her thin thong. And as he whispered, "Aaahn." The heiress was surprised as images of her in chains, cuffs, and other sorts of bindings flashed in her mind. Followed by all the men forming a line as they waited for their turn to use her. W-what!? Even she was shocked, even though she'd had a some sexual partners. Never once they their activities go that far, and she's never even thought about such acts before now.
"Mmh, b-bastard." Vanessa managed to growl as she barely managed to fight off the eye's influcence. But, as he pinched her clit, "Aaahn!" She moaned once more, her nylon-clad legs quivering. As her eyes widen, unable to believe how skillful his touch was. With her surprise, she didn't even register the footsteps from behind Horatio.
"Yes, you are a stunning creature, aren't you? You'll go for a high price." Melchett laughs. The nice man gave you a compliment. What a good guy... "Oh, a little fight left in you? I'm impressed. That always makes this much more fun." With his free hand, he grips one of her breasts, squeezing hard and tweaking a nipple, as he continues to touch her clit - clearly, he knows what to do with a woman's body. "But eventually, I'll be the most important man in your world. I've seen it a thousand times. Now, your mouth can be used for better things than insults. Let's start with a kiss."
With horror, Vanessa feels herself leaning forward, until her lips touch Melchett's. She feels him press against her, deepening the kiss, and her mouth opens to allow his tongue inside. Mmmh, what a good kisser... Vanessa is flooded with disgust - the concept of a stunning, independent, high class woman like herself kissing a fat old slob like Melchett just feels wrong - he even smells musty, for God's sake! For some reason, though, the wrongness turns her on even more.
Jenny almost wept hearing her husband's voice but somehow kept her composure. "I'm sure. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier. Thank you for worrying, but please don't." "I don't deserve it." she thought. "I'll likely be here for some time yet but I'm not in danger. I've met... someone who's set up a meeting with someone who might be Dylan Duke. I'll call if I need help." She paused before she added emphatically "I love you."
Jenny closed the channel and looked at herself in the mirror. She cleaned up her ruined mascara, but decided not to do anything about her hair. Nor did she do anything about the cum running down her leg. She then returned to the bedroom and considered donning her dress again. But there was a tingling in her freshly-fucked pussy that told her not to.
Naked, the blonde wife opened the door to the bedroom and stepped into the other room.
"Okay, honey, just... You can talk to me if something's wrong - no matter what happened. I love you, too." Her husband says, and it's clear from his voice that he means it.
Outside, Jenny follows the smell of food to the kitchen, where she sees a well dressed, dark skinned man frying some eggs. He's not as big as Hammer, but he clearly has some powerful muscles beneath his immaculate clothing, and though he doesn't have the same intensity, there's still...something in his eyes - a vibe of power, just more of a 'I own you' kind of power instead of Hammer's 'I can tear you apart with my bare hands' type. With a gulp, Jenny realises she's looking at Dylan Duke.
"Well, hello there. My brother said he found a hell of a girl last night - and for once he didn't under deliver." He dishes up some eggs. "Here - you'll need some protein after your 'experience' with Hammer." He hands over a plate.
"Yes, you are a stunning creature, aren't you? You'll go for a high price." Melchett laughs. The nice man gave you a compliment. What a good guy... "Oh, a little fight left in you? I'm impressed. That always makes this much more fun." With his free hand, he grips one of her breasts, squeezing hard and tweaking a nipple, as he continues to touch her clit - clearly, he knows what to do with a woman's body. "But eventually, I'll be the most important man in your world. I've seen it a thousand times. Now, your mouth can be used for better things than insults. Let's start with a kiss."
With horror, Vanessa feels herself leaning forward, until her lips touch Melchett's. She feels him press against her, deepening the kiss, and her mouth opens to allow his tongue inside. Mmmh, what a good kisser... Vanessa is flooded with disgust - the concept of a stunning, independent, high class woman like herself kissing a fat old slob like Melchett just feels wrong - he even smells musty, for God's sake! For some reason, though, the wrongness turns her on even more.
"Nnh, nev... er." Vanessa struggled to say, trying to shrug away the thoughts that made her want to thank Horatio for giving her a "compliment." The heiress tries to force her body to move, but as the fat old man touches her breasts, and pinches her nipples. "Haaahn!" Vanessa shuddered, eliciting a louder, more lustful moan from her. As he'd feel the contrast of her large, heavy, yet soft breast, and her small, stiff nipple. Her entire face turns red, realizing that she's becoming aroused. Horatio would feel the nylon fabric of her pantyhose start to become moist around her crotch. While Vanessa's cheeks burn with shameful arousal.
Her eyes widen behind her mask, as he gave his next order. "N-no, no, nhomm!" With her body moving against her will, forcing her to plant her soft, plump lips against Horatio's fat, greasy ones. "Mmmh!" Followed by her lips parting, allowing his slimy tongue to invade her mouth. Vanessa shuts her eyes in shame, unable to believe that she, Vanessa Fitzgerald, a woman desired by almost every man, and some women in the city. A woman who'd have her pick of the hottest, wealthiest, and brightest people she wanted. Was being turned on from the fact that a fat, disgusting old man was kissing her, and touching her. "N-nhoo, get away!" Leaving her whimpering, as the pleasure he inflicted on her began to overwhelm her mind.
Vanessa fails to realize that she's regaining some control of her body, as she places her hand on his shoulder. Yet doesn't even try to use her immense strength to shove him against the wall, just like she did to Oscar.
She paused, before going. It was better to remove her milk, in case things went south in prison. Using two functions, with a machine, she drained the liquid, until she felt familiar sorness and lightness. She grabbed two bottles and put them into safe. Then she closed the computer... the fantasy, as much as tur on it was, did leave the security problem she would need to deal with. She prepared a message o her phone, to up the security of her office and sent it to security department.
She then called Crystal, telling her she won't be available for the rest of the day.
With that done, she quickly switched to her hero costume
She flew in the direction of prison. For all her need to have information... she was all to aware that part of her, the part that still remembered and relished her captivity, would submit to her Nemesis - if sex was demanded in return for information. Especially the Nemesis showed her new and exciting ways-
She shook her head. How did earthilngs lived with such an intense stimuli? And why wasn't it more spread out?
It will be what it will be. Preferably, the Nemesis would easily spill the information, and that would be that.
T'yana's guard captain contact meets her at the prison, having his men lower their rifles when they see her flying over the fence. He brings her to a small interrogation room, before the door opens, and her nemesis is escorted inside, restrained heavily with shackles reinforced by materials from her home planet.
"Well, hello there, T'yana..." He grins, as the guards sit him down at the interrogation table. "Let's leave 'em to it - not much we can do here." The guard captain signals his men, and suddenly it's just the two of them alone.
"Back for more?" Vardek, her nemesis, grins. "It seems like only yesterday you were the purest girl in the capital, the scion of a powerful house - the perfect woman. I wonder what our people would think of you if they could see the slut you've become? How you willingly crawl here to become the sex slave of a man who was a mere peasant on our world?" He looks at her, licking his lips. T'yala had been surprised to find a member of her own people here on Earth - but the discovery had been a short lived delight. Vardek told her of his plan to make the planet his personal kingdom, and offered her an equal share if she joined him. When she'd refused, he'd laughed, surprising her with his immunity to gold, as he captured her, taunting her that her wealth and status on the homeworld meant nothing here - here, she was his bitch.
T'yana's guard captain contact meets her at the prison, having his men lower their rifles when they see her flying over the fence. He brings her to a small interrogation room, before the door opens, and her nemesis is escorted inside, restrained heavily with shackles reinforced by materials from her home planet.
"Well, hello there, T'yana..." He grins, as the guards sit him down at the interrogation table. "Let's leave 'em to it - not much we can do here." The guard captain signals his men, and suddenly it's just the two of them alone.
"Back for more?" Vardek, her nemesis, grins. "It seems like only yesterday you were the purest girl in the capital, the scion of a powerful house - the perfect woman. I wonder what our people would think of you if they could see the slut you've become? How you willingly crawl here to become the sex slave of a man who was a mere peasant on our world?" He looks at her, licking his lips. T'yala had been surprised to find a member of her own people here on Earth - but the discovery had been a short lived delight. Vardek told her of his plan to make the planet his personal kingdom, and offered her an equal share if she joined him. When she'd refused, he'd laughed, surprising her with his immunity to gold, as he captured her, taunting her that her wealth and status on the homeworld meant nothing here - here, she was his bitch.
Internally, T'yana shivered as she remembered again the treatment she received from the man. But she showed nothing of it on her face.
"For all the bark you have, look where you are now~" She said as she strode to the man. "Chained, imprisoned. You might have captured me for some time... but in the end, you fucked up - and now you will be spending long time here... As expected of simple peasant."
She was provoking him, to spill in anger.
"I hope you enjoyed this superior body... because that's all you will remember for a long time. Too good for a peaon of..."Her eyes flickered down to the man's crotch. "Your inferior size."
Hopefully, that was enough to make the man brag, spill the beans about his secret actions or plans... if there were any.
"Nnh, nev... er." Vanessa struggled to say, trying to shrug away the thoughts that made her want to thank Horatio for giving her a "compliment." The heiress tries to force her body to move, but as the fat old man touches her breasts, and pinches her nipples. "Haaahn!" Vanessa shuddered, eliciting a louder, more lustful moan from her. As he'd feel the contrast of her large, heavy, yet soft breast, and her small, stiff nipple. Her entire face turns red, realizing that she's becoming aroused. Horatio would feel the nylon fabric of her pantyhose start to become moist around her crotch. While Vanessa's cheeks burn with shameful arousal.
Her eyes widen behind her mask, as he gave his next order. "N-no, no, nhomm!" With her body moving against her will, forcing her to plant her soft, plump lips against Horatio's fat, greasy ones. "Mmmh!" Followed by her lips parting, allowing his slimy tongue to invade her mouth. Vanessa shuts her eyes in shame, unable to believe that she, Vanessa Fitzgerald, a woman desired by almost every man, and some women in the city. A woman who'd have her pick of the hottest, wealthiest, and brightest people she wanted. Was being turned on from the fact that a fat, disgusting old man was kissing her, and touching her. "N-nhoo, get away!" Leaving her whimpering, as the pleasure he inflicted on her began to overwhelm her mind.
Vanessa fails to realize that she's regaining some control of her body, as she places her hand on his shoulder. Yet doesn't even try to use her immense strength to shove him against the wall, just like she did to Oscar.
Melchett fails to realise that Vanessa's hand on his shoulder is a sign of resistance, thinking she's pulling him in to kiss her deeper - an offer he takes enthusiastically, making out with her as his hands molest her body with eager thoroughness. "Now, for the main event." The fat man pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. "Get on your k-" He's interrupted by a loud Bang! Melchett falls over, blood pouring from his head, and Vanessa sees the boy she rescued earlier standing behind him, a smoking gun in his hand. "Are you alright? Can you move?" The boy can't help but stare at her breasts, but makes a fair effort not to. "Was he controlling you somehow? With...this?" The boy stoops down, picking up the golden eye. "It's alright now - you're fre-..." The boy pauses, and looks at the eye.
Vanessa feels so close - so close! She could fight the indoctrination, and regain control of her body, she's sure! If only she wasn't so worked up and close to orgasm... The boy looks from Vanessa, to the eye, and back again. "He was using this... You resisted, fought his control... Maybe if I made the commands more subtle..." He gulps nervously. "You want to see me again - as I gain your trust, you'll offer to make me your sidekick." He says the words, and despite her best efforts, she can feel the seeds planted in her mind - admiration and gratitude, someday to sprout into her offering to make him a sidekick, if she can't shake off her indoctrination. "Plus... You're physically attracted to me..." He adds, and suddenly she can't help but think that behind the bruises, he has a cute look about him. "Oh, and you don't remember me giving you these orders. You remember me shooting the old man, and then immediately freeing you and destroying the eye." Before she can try to protest, the memory fades away, replaced by a sanitised version where he only saves her without using the eye himself.
The boy slips the eye into his pocket, and grasps it, before saying "You're free." Vanessa feels an acute sense of vertigo as she regains control over her body, falling to her hands and knees, entire body tingling. To her irritation, none of the arousal has left her. The boy turns around, facing away from her, since she's still only in her pantyhose, which is now drenched. "A-Are you alright?" He stutters, dropping the gun. "I didn't want to shoot anyone, but I didn't think I could knock him out."
Internally, T'yana shivered as she remembered again the treatment she received from the man. But she showed nothing of it on her face.
"For all the bark you have, look where you are now~" She said as she strode to the man. "Chained, imprisoned. You might have captured me for some time... but in the end, you fucked up - and now you will be spending long time here... As expected of simple peasant."
She was provoking him, to spill in anger.
"I hope you enjoyed this superior body... because that's all you will remember for a long time. Too good for a peaon of..."Her eyes flickered down to the man's crotch. "Your inferior size."
Hopefully, that was enough to make the man brag, spill the beans about his secret actions or plans... if there were any.
Vardek simply grins at her attempts to rile him out. "Trying to get me angry? That's cute. Maybe it would work if I haven't seen you beg to have this 'inferior size' shoved inside you, or if I hadn't heard you call me master." Her countryman rolls his eyes. "This prison can't hold me - the only reason I stay here is because I like seeing you demean yourself for me. It's more fun to see a whore give up her power willingly than it is to do it by force. Speaking of which... If there's something you want from me - besides the obvious - there's only one way to get it: Ask nicely."
Melchett fails to realise that Vanessa's hand on his shoulder is a sign of resistance, thinking she's pulling him in to kiss her deeper - an offer he takes enthusiastically, making out with her as his hands molest her body with eager thoroughness. "Now, for the main event." The fat man pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. "Get on your k-" He's interrupted by a loud Bang! Melchett falls over, blood pouring from his head, and Vanessa sees the boy she rescued earlier standing behind him, a smoking gun in his hand. "Are you alright? Can you move?" The boy can't help but stare at her breasts, but makes a fair effort not to. "Was he controlling you somehow? With...this?" The boy stoops down, picking up the golden eye. "It's alright now - you're fre-..." The boy pauses, and looks at the eye.
Vanessa feels so close - so close! She could fight the indoctrination, and regain control of her body, she's sure! If only she wasn't so worked up and close to orgasm... The boy looks from Vanessa, to the eye, and back again. "He was using this... You resisted, fought his control... Maybe if I made the commands more subtle..." He gulps nervously. "You want to see me again - as I gain your trust, you'll offer to make me your sidekick." He says the words, and despite her best efforts, she can feel the seeds planted in her mind - admiration and gratitude, someday to sprout into her offering to make him a sidekick, if she can't shake off her indoctrination. "Plus... You're physically attracted to me..." He adds, and suddenly she can't help but think that behind the bruises, he has a cute look about him. "Oh, and you don't remember me giving you these orders. You remember me shooting the old man, and then immediately freeing you and destroying the eye." Before she can try to protest, the memory fades away, replaced by a sanitised version where he only saves her without using the eye himself.
The boy slips the eye into his pocket, and grasps it, before saying "You're free." Vanessa feels an acute sense of vertigo as she regains control over her body, falling to her hands and knees, entire body tingling. To her irritation, none of the arousal has left her. The boy turns around, facing away from her, since she's still only in her pantyhose, which is now drenched. "A-Are you alright?" He stutters, dropping the gun. "I didn't want to shoot anyone, but I didn't think I could knock him out."
As he continued to molest her body, forcing Vanessa to admit how aroused she's gotten. To the point that she doesn't even remember if she's ever felt this good before. "Aaahn, aaahn." She actively starts to moan, her eyes glazed over a bit, her juices starting to flow down her nylon-clad thighs, as it soaks through the gusset of her tights. With her panic, she wasn't even trying to fight him anymore. Instead trying to deny what she's feeling, and who's making her feel like this. And with how close to an orgasm she was, her legs were ready to give out, to kneel in front of him. Until, the gunshot snaps her back to reality. Followed by the old man dropping, with a bullet hole in his head. Vanessa's eyes dart to her savior, "Y-you." She gasped upon seeing the youth, just as she realize that she could move her body again. At least, until the young man grabbed the eye, and issued commands of his own. "What, no you brat!" The heiress exclaims in shock, eyes wide as his words seemingly implant themselves deep within her subconsciousness. And before she could grab him, "Gghhh!"
Vanessa groans, falling onto her hands in knees, a massivd headache overtakes her. But as quickly as it arrive, the pain starts to dissipate. Leaving her breathing heavily as her arousal remained, "T-thank you." She said, looking up at the young man, Vanessa feels her heart pounding in her chest. Aaah, damn it, damn it. It's not love! That old bastard just get me worked up! She makes an excuse to herself, as she felt something for the boy. "What's... your name." She asked, standing up, and moving towards him.
Vardek simply grins at her attempts to rile him out. "Trying to get me angry? That's cute. Maybe it would work if I haven't seen you beg to have this 'inferior size' shoved inside you, or if I hadn't heard you call me master." Her countryman rolls his eyes. "This prison can't hold me - the only reason I stay here is because I like seeing you demean yourself for me. It's more fun to see a whore give up her power willingly than it is to do it by force. Speaking of which... If there's something you want from me - besides the obvious - there's only one way to get it: Ask nicely."
She swallowed as the man mentioned the things he did to her, how he broke her... True, his size was nothing to scoff, it messed with her insides soo good... She was not sure if she would ever recover, if it continued for longer.
She got a little wet at those memories. A shuddered traveled through her body at the prospect of doing what the man just told her... Master... even in this state, the bastard was dangerous to her.
"So much attention to someone you consider beneath yourself - I am flattered." She wanted to him - to punch that all so smug face. "Very well, I will ask nicely. Did you speak to anyone about our race's weakness?" She decided to go straight to the point.
As he continued to molest her body, forcing Vanessa to admit how aroused she's gotten. To the point that she doesn't even remember if she's ever felt this good before. "Aaahn, aaahn." She actively starts to moan, her eyes glazed over a bit, her juices starting to flow down her nylon-clad thighs, as it soaks through the gusset of her tights. With her panic, she wasn't even trying to fight him anymore. Instead trying to deny what she's feeling, and who's making her feel like this. And with how close to an orgasm she was, her legs were ready to give out, to kneel in front of him. Until, the gunshot snaps her back to reality. Followed by the old man dropping, with a bullet hole in his head. Vanessa's eyes dart to her savior, "Y-you." She gasped upon seeing the youth, just as she realize that she could move her body again. At least, until the young man grabbed the eye, and issued commands of his own. "What, no you brat!" The heiress exclaims in shock, eyes wide as his words seemingly implant themselves deep within her subconsciousness. And before she could grab him, "Gghhh!"
Vanessa groans, falling onto her hands in knees, a massivd headache overtakes her. But as quickly as it arrive, the pain starts to dissipate. Leaving her breathing heavily as her arousal remained, "T-thank you." She said, looking up at the young man, Vanessa feels her heart pounding in her chest. Aaah, damn it, damn it. It's not love! That old bastard just get me worked up! She makes an excuse to herself, as she felt something for the boy. "What's... your name." She asked, standing up, and moving towards him.
"You saved me first. Just repaying the favor. I-I'm Jacob." The boy gulps, and looks up at her, something electric happening as they make eye contact. "H-Here..." He holds up the leotard she discarded.
She swallowed as the man mentioned the things he did to her, how he broke her... True, his size was nothing to scoff, it messed with her insides soo good... She was not sure if she would ever recover, if it continued for longer.
She got a little wet at those memories. A shuddered traveled through her body at the prospect of doing what the man just told her... Master... even in this state, the bastard was dangerous to her.
"So much attention to someone you consider beneath yourself - I am flattered." She wanted to him - to punch that all so smug face. "Very well, I will ask nicely. Did you speak to anyone about our race's weakness?" She decided to go straight to the point.
"I think you can be nicer than that..." Her fellow alien grins, seeming smug, like he's the one in control - even though he's in shackles. "But I'll throw you a freebie. No, I've never told anyone - Why would I want anyone else making you their bitch, when I can have you to myself?"
D100: 66 (Pass)
He's telling the truth - she's pretty sure. Still, there's a glint in his eye that makes it seem like maybe he knows more than he's letting on.
"I think you can be nicer than that..." Her fellow alien grins, seeming smug, like he's the one in control - even though he's in shackles. "But I'll throw you a freebie. No, I've never told anyone - Why would I want anyone else making you their bitch, when I can have you to myself?"
D100: 66 (Pass)
He's telling the truth - she's pretty sure. Still, there's a glint in his eye that makes it seem like maybe he knows more than he's letting on.
"But you know more..." She narrowed her eyes. Part of her really wanted to play 'nice'. But...
"I can play nice~" She cooed as she walked up to the man. She wanted to check, if the bindings were actually holding this man. Suddenly, she grabbed his throat and started squeezing. "But I can also play rough... that's how you like it, isn't it?" She asked as she started choking him.
"You saved me first. Just repaying the favor. I-I'm Jacob." The boy gulps, and looks up at her, something electric happening as they make eye contact. "H-Here..." He holds up the leotard she discarded.
"Mmmh, y-yeah, but... I have powers... and you're just... a young man." Vanessa mumbled, shuddering as they made eye contact. The heiress could no longer control herself, as she moves in, pressing her breasts against Jacob's chest. She leans in to kiss him, now minding his bloody lips. Vanessa tries to give him a deep kiss.
"But you know more..." She narrowed her eyes. Part of her really wanted to play 'nice'. But...
"I can play nice~" She cooed as she walked up to the man. She wanted to check, if the bindings were actually holding this man. Suddenly, she grabbed his throat and started squeezing. "But I can also play rough... that's how you like it, isn't it?" She asked as she started choking him.
"Grrk!" The villain grunts as she grabs him by the throat - though given that they're both superpowered, it isn't massively effective against him. "Fine, fine!" He pulls away. "Before you came to Earth - before I captured you - I met another woman from our people. I was planning to make the same offer to her that I did to you, but when I got to the beach where we were supposed to meet, I found her corpse in the sand - three gold dildos in her ass, mouth and pussy, and no signs of violence on her body." He seems a little more serious when he brings the story up.
"Mmmh, y-yeah, but... I have powers... and you're just... a young man." Vanessa mumbled, shuddering as they made eye contact. The heiress could no longer control herself, as she moves in, pressing her breasts against Jacob's chest. She leans in to kiss him, now minding his bloody lips. Vanessa tries to give him a deep kiss.
Vanessa tastes iron as she kisses the boy, but the blood doesn't bother her - it's a reminder of what he risked when he came in here to save her. He moans in surprise as she kisses him, letting her get his tongue in her mouth, and after a moment of stunned shock, he starts kissing back - hard, hands finding her breasts and squeezing. Where being kissed by the fat man aroused Vanessa due to how wrong it felt, this turns her on because it feels right, though there is still a spark of excitement at making out with someone so young and innocent.
Finally, as they both nearly run out of breath, Jacob removes his hands from her tits, and reluctantly presses her shoulders, trying to gently push her back - though obviously she doesn't have to separate if she doesn't want to, given the strength imbalance. "Wait... We can't... The way you're feeling right now could be some residual effect of the mind control, or something... It might not be real. I don't...don't want to take advantage."
