"I see." The blonde nods. The cops ask Lawrence a similar set of questions, to which he gives detailed answers that reveal nothing of importance. Finally, irritated, the police leave.
Faye bit her lip as she watched the video... if she suspected correctly, then it was made right after the trio were caught, and Erik was threatened. She took a screenshot of the woman's face, and had the database searched for her identity... but considering that the video was on a porn site, it was probably made to have the woman retired... or she was also dead. She watched the video for a little while, her finger travelling between her pussylips. She decided to sent the boys another message. Spoiler: message Meet me tonight, in the place we meet yesterday.
Once they left, Vanessa heads inside with Lawrence, "Those cops are fishy. They got here too fast." She said to her butler, leading him to her room, where she stored the papers. "Damn it, it looks like whoever's gunning for me is someone bit." The heiress sighed, as she reads up on Oscar's will once more
He had cleaned out well. She wouldn’t know what to do with half of those things anyway, so the change wasn’t the worst. All the metal would have been counterproductive anyway. While she’d still need to get some proper things, she could at least make a start. Using the bare spots of soil, as the crew went through unloading the gear, she went through bringing some live to the soil with some proper nature. It would be draining and time consuming over such a large area, but she had time for now.
She suspects she'll have to wait for results, if they arrive at all. As she touches herself to the video, T'yala hears her phone buzz, and a message come through. Alright. We'll be there.
"I must concur, madame." Lawrence nods, as they pour over the documents. Spoiler: Perception Roll D100: 27 Try as she might, she can't find anything particularly interesting in all the various items Oscar left her. That said, there are quite a few of them, so finding something suspect will probably be like a needle in a haystack.
The men grumble at doing something that seems to them to be pointless, but after a few hours, she's able to use her powers to raise some plant life along the walls.
T'yala sighted... it looked like she would have some time before the meeting. Entire day. She sat straighter and started preparing one piece of technology, for Arch - nothing too fancy, but something alien. She would not show her most powerful cards at the start, after all. {not sure if there is anything else to do for T'yala besides waiting for the search results and meetings} T'yala decided to relax a little. She put on stockings, garter, heels and harness. Spoiler: clothes Then she made her way to the computer. She sat in front of the computer and opened a shelf – her body shuddered as she felt the radiation of Vardek's golden dildo. She took it and with a low moan, slid it into her pussy. She arched, as immediately her body climaxed. Her body shuddered with pleasure – the feeling was addictive... she shuddered to think what heights of pleasure one could achieve with 3 golden dildos. Faye bit her lip – people of her race were an asset. The milk of them could grant powers... yet, this Alighieri has simply fucked one of her kind to death and left her with dildos stuck in her orifices for all to see... The thought of someone so... callous, merciless sent a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes and arched as another orgasm rocked her body. She went back to the porn site – there were all movies with Blue Streak there. Faye entered the model's profile and started the first one. Spoiler: Blue Streak clip 1 She looked at the back, of bound defiant blond, as someone fucked her throat. Faye could barely see anything from this angle, but she could easily hear choking noises, as she struggled with the massive man deepthroating her. The way the spandex hugged the woman's ass, was enticing... She could even see a small stain on Blue Streak's crotch, as the man held her hair and face fucked her. Faye licked her lips, a moan escaped her mouth as she pinched her nipple. She watched the entire clip, and it was incredible. She climaxed a couple of times, just watching as the muscled man manhandled the heroine. Faye clicked next movie. Spoiler: Blue Streak clip 2 Here, Blue Streak's costume was ripped open, showing her chest. The sperm was flowing from her mouth, down on her impressive bust. Faye could easily see the heroine's face, as one man after the other walked up to her and used her mouth. The way the woman struggled to breathe, gagged, as each dick filled her mouth, and coughed, as she struggled to swallow the sperm. Faye shivered... as pleasure washed over her body at the fellow blond's struggles. She clicked the next clip. Spoiler: Blue Streak clip 3 Blue Streak was tied differently again. And there was a gag in her mouth, her costume was ripped open, showing her chest and pussy. This one time, Faye could see the face of her partner – a male who was fucking Blue Streak vigorously. He held her by the hair, slapped her ass now and then, pinched her nipples, groped her breasts and manhandled her. The blond, despite defiance on her face, seemed to be actually enjoying the treatment - if the blush on her body, erect nipples and especially the flood of her sex juices, was anything to go by. Faye looked eagerly closer - the man on the clip seemed so... devoid of emotions like compassion and mercy... the man's only target was to break the woman... And he seemed to both, enjoy it and be skilled - no, masterful in it... It sent shuddered down her spine - strong enough to make her climax. Faye moaned with need as her pussy squeezed the golden dildo, pushing her into another climax. As she recovered, Faye moved made a PrintScreen of the man's face and sent it to the database, wanting to find the man's identity. It took her a moment to realise, but it seemed to be the same man, as the one in the first clip. Which made it even more important to find him. Then she clicked the next clip. Spoiler: Blue Streak clip 4 This time, Blue Streak looked to be a broken woman, as the men that were fucking her, did not show her any mercy, despite her pleadings. The people who were fucking her were either fat, ugly, or somewhat repulsive... and Faye could see it from seeing only parts of their bodies. Yet they seemed to have some skill... and they did not seem to end - one man climaxed into the blond, only to be immediately switched by another. The way the woman seemed to be broken... Faye threw her head back, as another orgasm rocked her body. Faye clicked the next clip... but blinked as she found it locked. The subscription was needed. Curious, Faye brought a subscription from an anonymous account and entered a clip. Spoiler: Blue Streak clip 5 In it, she saw broken Blue Streak, moaning, climaxing and begging for mercy almost constantly, as she was connected to some sort of fuck machine. The sight sent shivers down Faye's spine. Blue Streak was covered with sweat, she looked exhausted. At this stage, she seemed to be promising to spill any secret her captor wanted, promised to be quiet, to never enter his way again, to be his personal sex slave... Yet no mercy was granted. Faye checked the time - the movie was seventy minutes long, and Blue Streak seemed to be on her last strength, her body arching again, and again, squirting, as one climax after the other rocked her body... Faye grabbed the dildo and started thrusting into her snatch slowly, watching the scene, as she rode her own climaxes, watching the clip coming to the end...
"Tsk, damn that bastard, he couldn't even organize things properly." Vanessa grumbled, "Right, we should make copies of these documents. Those cops wanted to search the place, and they said they're going to get a warrant immediately." The heiress grumbles, "May as well as hide my costume..." She sighed, "Also, the manager at the bank. They said he was injured, I want to help pay his medical bills, and ensure he gets the best care."
It was a very long process, and after finally having something she felt like she could be proud of over the course of hours, she immediately slumped down to sit on the couch, worn down, but ultimately satisfied at the end result and the progress on anything. Now this was the kind of thing she was supposed to have going for her. She reasoned that she could take it mostly easy for the next few days or weeks. They’d just need to build their power with local businesses, and buy some more guns. She’d have people poke into the Death Hand’s form intel and look at seeing about using money to just buy some businsesss legally and raise her income that way without much difficulty. She would also start producing some drugs of her own, which really was simple enough and didn’t really cost anything for her to produce. Pumping them out on a large scale to create a surplus to sell however, was another thing that did require quite a bit of attention over time to do effectively. But once she was satisfied with what she had, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t make more. It was cheaper than needing an entire lab by far anyway. (I feel like the next bit is just kind of going to be a period of her growing her established place but just not too worth going over, with them expanding their territory more and her using the funding to equip her base and get some of those weapon shipments, if that’s okay.)
“Alright...” Azura agreed as she lied on her back on the bed and spread her legs wide, exposing her hairless pussy, still soaking wet.
This was... interesting. It would be incredibly convenient if this other party did the "house cleaning" for him. Once they were gone all he would have to do was raise some mystical defenses that would subtly dissuade any new homeless or criminal riffraff seeking shelter from approaching and be low-key enough that the magical energies would not draw the attention of more of the mystically inclined members of the super hero community before he was ready to deal with them. However, something gathering up what were most likely easy to handle slaves could be something to keep an eye on. Especially if it was possible they might end up coming into conflict over similar resources in the future or they were planning to come back expecting to find more easy pickings. To that end, he stuck to the shadows and extended his mystical sense both to get a sense on if the seeming brainless actions of the wastes walking into the vans had a magical source and to listen in on the thugs. While he never used such minions himself, he knew paying attention to other villains that these types of henchmen could get chatty with each other while waiting through the slower parts of their work. You never knew when they might let a name or hint about the greater purpose of their duties slip in a careless moment when everything seemed most secure.
Juices spraying from between her legs, Faye feels her voice grow hoarse, and realises that she's been screaming in pleasure. As the last video ends, with every inch of Blue Streak's body covered in cum, the alien becomes cognizant of a beeping sound on her desk - her alert for supervillain incidents in the city.
"Very good of you, madame." Lawrence says in approval at the last part. "I'll see to it that your wishes are done."
"Right, hide the originals... and give those cops the copies... might as well make the copies look authentic too." Vanessa sighed, tapping her foot as she thinks of a way to ensure everything goes smoothly. "Hmm. Damn it, there's just too many to list, but does that villain, "Hammer" have any known assotiates in the corporate world?"
Spoiler: Leadership Roll D100: 2 (Crit Failure) Spoiler: Plant Roll D100: 100 (Natural 100) A month later The next month is...A mixed bag, to put it lightly. Overly aggressive attempts to extort the local businesses has lead to the storekeepers banning together, arming themselves and shooting at David's gang when they approach. To make things worse, the police have started to pay attention, sending frequent patrol cars to the neighborhood. Her efforts to infiltrate the Death's Hand have come to nothing - her plan of using one of the fat boy's female recruits as a spy having ended in the girl failing to report in ever again. Low on money and morale, things seem pretty dire - up until the moment she takes a trip to the base of her new biker allies, a sample of her new drug in hand. "Hmm, I'll give it a huff, I guess." Sitting with the biker she spoke to earlier, the man takes hold of her prototype narcotic, smoke rising into the air as he burns the plant and inhales the fumes. Instantly, the man's eyes go wide, pupils dialating and a goofy grin crawls up his features - a look of complete euphoria. "Holy hell... This is the best shit I've ever had... Have any more?" He says breathlessly, enjoying the high. "W-Wow... You're amazing..." As the biker looks at her, awestruck, Malady realises that her drug has exceeded her own expectations - it's incredibly potent and addictive, but doesn't negatively harm the body like normal drugs do - meaning that her customers won't be dying off. The unexpected side effect, though, is the way that the drug seems to instill a devotion in the user for its creator - her. Testing it out on the biker, she surmises that this feeling of devotion results in a desire to please her. It's not mind control, and a person with strong willpower can resist, but any user is going to feel a keen desire to do as she says, the urge stronger the more recently they've taken the drug. She'd set out to make a cash crop, but also made a means of influencing the people around her. With the downpayment from the bikers for future shipments of the drug, Malady is able to get more weaponry from Figure 8. Now, she sits in her base, admiring her new haul, as a pink haired nerd rushes in. "M-Malady! Some of our people got taken down - I heard that it was The Finch!" (Sorry if that was poorly written)
"I have a feeling I already know what you want." Esmerelda grins, as she moves her head between Azura's thighs. Her tongue presses against the younger woman's clit, travelling downwards to lap at her labia, before downwards further, against the rim of her ass.
Spoiler: Mysticism Roll D100: 62+20 Looking at the brainwashed captives, the warlock begins to feel traces of the power enchanting them. It feels...strange. Less like Gulback's sorcery and more something physical, like a radio wave, only weirdly foreign in nature, like it's not of this world. Listening in on the two thugs gesturing with rifles for the men and women to get in the vans, Squidlock indeed hears chatter among them - talking like the homeless people can't hear them, which they probably can't. "Damn, they're really like zombies, ain't they? Boss really did a number on 'em." One of them mutters to his companion. "Do you think it was the boss, or that...thing she's teamed up with?" The other replies. "I don't know at this point, dude. I just know that damn thing creeps me out - goddamn disgusting. I don't know why the boss is always stroking it and rubbing herself up against it and shit. She's hot as hell, but she's goddamn crazy."
Lawrence opens up his notepad, searching. "It seems as though Hammer is a villain-for-hire. I wouldn't be surprised if his services have been used by corporate figures before, but he's less than loquacious when it comes to his employers." Spoiler: Lawrence Awareness Roll D100: 87 "Wait..." The butler taps on the keyboard for a few minutes, before smiling. "It seems that Hammer is the brother of Dylan Duke - one of the big four crime figures in the city. More interestingly, however, he's been seen on multiple occasions in the company of Salvatore Palermo, also a member of the big four. Palermo just so happens to have a share in MenTek, a technology company - one that you now own, courtesy of Oscar's will."
"Is that right?" Vanessa raised an eyebrow, "Hmm, you think Palermomis behind this?" She asked, "He seemed worried about me, a bit too much. He then went on about his, and my father's relationship. And how he'd help me if I just asked." The heiress pondered, "Aah, damn it, it could also be that Duke guy. No, tsk, let's just keep an eye open for now." Vanessa sighs, thinking about her new company, "MekTek?" She repeats the name, "Did they have ang specialties? Perhaps that's why Palermo wants the will, to ensure he gets everything that company has to offer?"
