At the sight of man, T'yala froze, with a glass in her hand. As he smiled at her - the same smile he had when fucking Blue Streak, she pressed her thighs together, as she came a little. Just from the man smiling.
Then she realised the man used her alien name... and he knew she watched his videos. That made her shiver again from... fear? excitement?
"Yes..." She said, her voice hoarse, but she quickly swallowed, continuing with her normal voice. "That was a great video, a wonderful piece of acting." She answered - there was no reason to beat around the subject. She turned and motioned the man to follow her, so they moved to a more remote area, without prying ears. As she walked, she subconsciously swayed her hips, her heels clicked with each step. She could feel the man's eyes on her ass as she cat-walked... and that sent shivers down her spine. Already, her erect nipples were pushing the material of her dress. "I do wonder what became of actress, through? I heard that... one of your actresses retired. Last I heard, she was seen on the beach. Is the actress from the video still working... or has she retired?" She asked as they stopped in a less crowded part of the room. "I suspect that this meeting is not accidental, Mr?" She inquired, wondering about his name.
"I'm glad you enjoyed." The man grins, slipping an arm possessively around her waist as they walk out to a balcony, the lights of the city below them. "Blue Streak? To be honest, I don't know where she ended up. Wherever she is, she's having fun though, I guarantee you." He smiles at her question, not giving her a name. "No. When you became a subscriber to my little service, I thought it was time for a visit. In case you're thinking of doing anything silly, I have men positioned outside the homes of Crystal, your secretary, and Erik's eldest daughter, ready to take them somewhere nice and private to shoot a special video. You're not going to do something silly, though - I can tell." He gazes into her eyes as he grins.
"I see." Vanessa nods, moving inside as he invites her. "I'm sorry for that, but I can't risk having them find you." She smiles, "For now though, I just came over to check on you, make sure you're comfortable. But since you're not... do you have any requests? Maybe you want some gaming consoles, movies, books?" She asked, trying to make sure Jacob doesn't suddenly run back to his home. And with the way she was acting, the young man figured she really wasn't here for sex. After all, Vanessa still needed to investigate the docks
"I was thinking more about some company - but I'm guessing you're planning to jet?" He sighs. "Some gaming stuff would be good. And exercise equipment - maybe a punching bag."
"I was thinking more about some company - but I'm guessing you're planning to jet?" He sighs. "Some gaming stuff would be good. And exercise equipment - maybe a punching bag."
"Sorry, you know... gotta do some hero work." Vanessa smiles, giving a weak, but real excuse. "Alright, I'll get some of those when I drop by again... probably tomorrow. Are you sure that's everything?" The heiress asked, making sure he didn't need anything else, before heading to the docks to check on the situation Lawrence told her about.
"I'm glad you enjoyed." The man grins, slipping an arm possessively around her waist as they walk out to a balcony, the lights of the city below them. "Blue Streak? To be honest, I don't know where she ended up. Wherever she is, she's having fun though, I guarantee you." He smiles at her question, not giving her a name. "No. When you became a subscriber to my little service, I thought it was time for a visit. In case you're thinking of doing anything silly, I have men positioned outside the homes of Crystal, your secretary, and Erik's eldest daughter, ready to take them somewhere nice and private to shoot a special video. You're not going to do something silly, though - I can tell." He gazes into her eyes as he grins.
The woman shivered as she felt the man putting his hand around her waist.
"Ah~" a gasp escaped her mouth, as she felt his hand slip under her dress. She misstepped and would have fallen if the man did not hold her - as she felt his fingers slip into her pussy. She bit her lip, as they pass a pair, who were deep into their conversation - and she walked pass them while she was fingered.
"I-if Blue Streak is alive, that is." she said, her voice leaving her for just a moment as her body shivered from pleasure.
Her eyes widened as they were walking to the balcony - the people would definitely notice-
Snap!
Her eyes widened, as the man suddenly removed his hand... along with her tongs. A blush covered her face as she felt a sudden gust of wind between her thighs and now naked pussy. The man took her glass and put it on the table. She felt the eyes of the guests on her as they passed them. To them, she probably looked like a person who drank too much and went outside for a breath of fresh air.
"Ah!" Her heels clicked loudly, as the man suddenly pushed her. She grabbed the balcony's railing, to keep herself standing.
"You are surprisingly well informed..." She turned and faced him, her ass was pushed against the balcony's railing. The massive man practically covered her from any praying eyes, from the banquet room. "Ah!" She moaned as the man's hand slipped under her dress, grabbed her nipple and twisted it.
"Uh~!" She gave a short groan, as her entire body froze - the man made her climax! Just twisted her nipple and made her climax! She squirted, her juices falling on the ground, between her feet.
"You still did not give me your name or told me what you want?"
He grabbed her chin, and gently, almost sensually, brought her chin up, so she looked at him.
"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.
“Do you, now?” Azura smirked as she watched Esmerelda get to work. “Mmm... oh!” She let out a moan when the redhead's tongue lapped at her labia, then gasped when the tongue found her weak spot. “P-per... vert... don't... tease me...” She managed to get out, sounding meeker and weaker than usual as she waited for Esmerelda to continue.
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."
Tapping his chin in thought, Squidlock ponders this information. It might be good to keep following up on this but he cannot leave his breeding stock fully unattended for too long.
To that end, he uses a quick summoning spell to bring forth one of the weakest yet still useful creatures in Gulback's service: A Slithering Eye. It is, as the name suggests, essentially an eyeball attached to the body of something that looks half like a slug and half like a snake. "Go," he whispers to it, "Sneak into one of their vehicles and if you see anything about where they are going or whoever holds their leashes, send those images back to me."
Once he lets it go, the small, simple creature zips across the parking lot, heading towards one of the vans to either dart into one and hide under a seat or find a place to attach itself to the vehicle's underside. Leaving it to its work, Squidlock slinks away in the shadows once more, returning to the Sorceress to secure her again and waiting for the thugs to leave so he and his first "wife" can have some privacy.
"Sorry, you know... gotta do some hero work." Vanessa smiles, giving a weak, but real excuse. "Alright, I'll get some of those when I drop by again... probably tomorrow. Are you sure that's everything?" The heiress asked, making sure he didn't need anything else, before heading to the docks to check on the situation Lawrence told her about.
"If you're not staying, sure." He nods and leans in to kiss her.
At the docks, the heroine takes position atop one of the warehouses to look down at the waterfront. One of the big freighters has an odd number of bulky men in suits standing around the gangway, as cranes pull cargo containers onto waiting trucks.
The woman shivered as she felt the man putting his hand around her waist.
"Ah~" a gasp escaped her mouth, as she felt his hand slip under her dress. She misstepped and would have fallen if the man did not hold her - as she felt his fingers slip into her pussy. She bit her lip, as they pass a pair, who were deep into their conversation - and she walked pass them while she was fingered.
"I-if Blue Streak is alive, that is." she said, her voice leaving her for just a moment as her body shivered from pleasure.
Her eyes widened as they were walking to the balcony - the people would definitely notice-
Snap!
Her eyes widened, as the man suddenly removed his hand... along with her tongs. A blush covered her face as she felt a sudden gust of wind between her thighs and now naked pussy. The man took her glass and put it on the table. She felt the eyes of the guests on her as they passed them. To them, she probably looked like a person who drank too much and went outside for a breath of fresh air.
"Ah!" Her heels clicked loudly, as the man suddenly pushed her. She grabbed the balcony's railing, to keep herself standing.
"You are surprisingly well informed..." She turned and faced him, her ass was pushed against the balcony's railing. The massive man practically covered her from any praying eyes, from the banquet room. "Ah!" She moaned as the man's hand slipped under her dress, grabbed her nipple and twisted it.
"Uh~!" She gave a short groan, as her entire body froze - the man made her climax! Just twisted her nipple and made her climax! She squirted, her juices falling on the ground, between her feet.
"You still did not give me your name or told me what you want?"
He grabbed her chin, and gently, almost sensually, brought her chin up, so she looked at him.
"If you're not staying, sure." He nods and leans in to kiss her.
At the docks, the heroine takes position atop one of the warehouses to look down at the waterfront. One of the big freighters has an odd number of bulky men in suits standing around the gangway, as cranes pull cargo containers onto waiting trucks.
Seeing him lean in to kiss her, Vanessa shudder, gulping as she moves in to accept his kiss. "Mmh." She lets out a soft moan, blushing before making an excuse to leave. What is wrong with me, to be so excited after one kiss...
Heading to the docks, she shakes her head to shoo away the thoughts of how Jacob makes her feel. And as she perched atop one of the warehouses, Men in suits, guarding a freighter... right, that must be the place. She thinks to herself, looking for a way to sneak in without being seen, I don't want to alert anyone that I'm investigating this after all.
“Do you, now?” Azura smirked as she watched Esmerelda get to work. “Mmm... oh!” She let out a moan when the redhead's tongue lapped at her labia, then gasped when the tongue found her weak spot. “P-per... vert... don't... tease me...” She managed to get out, sounding meeker and weaker than usual as she waited for Esmerelda to continue.
"Pervert?" Esmerelda chuckles. "That brings to mind a phrase about pots and kettles, my dear..." Her tongue dances, circling around the rim of Azura's ass, applying just the hint of pressure against the younger woman's gate. "I really am being cruel, aren't I?" Between her legs, Azura sees the former magical girl's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Torturing my saviour like this..." As she teases Azura's ass, Esmerelda's fingers go to squeeze the other woman's clit, Azura's hips bucking involuntarily as a burst of sensation crawls up her spine.
Tapping his chin in thought, Squidlock ponders this information. It might be good to keep following up on this but he cannot leave his breeding stock fully unattended for too long.
To that end, he uses a quick summoning spell to bring forth one of the weakest yet still useful creatures in Gulback's service: A Slithering Eye. It is, as the name suggests, essentially an eyeball attached to the body of something that looks half like a slug and half like a snake. "Go," he whispers to it, "Sneak into one of their vehicles and if you see anything about where they are going or whoever holds their leashes, send those images back to me."
Once he lets it go, the small, simple creature zips across the parking lot, heading towards one of the vans to either dart into one and hide under a seat or find a place to attach itself to the vehicle's underside. Leaving it to its work, Squidlock slinks away in the shadows once more, returning to the Sorceress to secure her again and waiting for the thugs to leave so he and his first "wife" can have some privacy.
The vans drive off, hidden passenger in tow, as Squidlock returns to the blonde. He finds her squirming against her bonds, a ball of flame in her hand as she tries to melt the resin binding her. "D-Damn it!" She mutters weakly as she sees the monster approaching, and redoubles her efforts.
"Yh~" A moan escaped her, as she felt man's hand slide under her dress, and started lightly gripping her breast, squeezing it, toying with it... her pussy juices were flowing down her thighs, she choked for air, trying to keep quiet. The noises of the banquet were so loud, she would not be heard.
He knew what she wanted... She could not lie to the man, his presence just made her legs shake... instead, she decided to stall...
"The woman, from the beach... of my race... what did she request?" inhaling sharply, as the man touched her nipple.
Seeing him lean in to kiss her, Vanessa shudder, gulping as she moves in to accept his kiss. "Mmh." She lets out a soft moan, blushing before making an excuse to leave. What is wrong with me, to be so excited after one kiss...
Heading to the docks, she shakes her head to shoo away the thoughts of how Jacob makes her feel. And as she perched atop one of the warehouses, Men in suits, guarding a freighter... right, that must be the place. She thinks to herself, looking for a way to sneak in without being seen, I don't want to alert anyone that I'm investigating this after all.
Sadly, due to Rabid Lady's tendency to be gung ho in her crime fighting career, she's not as skilled at stealth as she wants to be. As she flies low around the belt of the ship, and rises up to sneak through the containers on deck, she hears a cry from above her, and sees a sniper positioned on a mast, his rifle pointed right at her.
"Pervert?" Esmerelda chuckles. "That brings to mind a phrase about pots and kettles, my dear..." Her tongue dances, circling around the rim of Azura's ass, applying just the hint of pressure against the younger woman's gate. "I really am being cruel, aren't I?" Between her legs, Azura sees the former magical girl's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Torturing my saviour like this..." As she teases Azura's ass, Esmerelda's fingers go to squeeze the other woman's clit, Azura's hips bucking involuntarily as a burst of sensation crawls up her spine.
Azura's attempts to reply were met with failure, involuntary moans escaping her lips as Esmerelda teased her back door. Her body shuddered and twitched as the pleasure washed over her. “Ah!” She gasped when the redhead squeezed her clit. “Meanie... don't tease me...” she whined, but allowed her lover to continue at her own pace.
Sadly, due to Rabid Lady's tendency to be gung ho in her crime fighting career, she's not as skilled at stealth as she wants to be. As she flies low around the belt of the ship, and rises up to sneak through the containers on deck, she hears a cry from above her, and sees a sniper positioned on a mast, his rifle pointed right at her.
"Tsk, if stealth's not an option." Vanessa growls, since she's spotted already, she hoped the sniper hasn't informed anyone yet. She takes a deep breath, then uses her godlike speed to get to the shooter's position and knock him out.
"Yh~" A moan escaped her, as she felt man's hand slide under her dress, and started lightly gripping her breast, squeezing it, toying with it... her pussy juices were flowing down her thighs, she choked for air, trying to keep quiet. The noises of the banquet were so loud, she would not be heard.
He knew what she wanted... She could not lie to the man, his presence just made her legs shake... instead, she decided to stall...
"The woman, from the beach... of my race... what did she request?" inhaling sharply, as the man touched her nipple.
As a polite laugh sounds from inside the building - probably during a speech Arch is making, the man in front of her shrugs off the straps of her dress, revealing her pert breasts to the cold night air. If any of the guests decide to come outside for a cigarette or a breath of fresh air, they'll easily see her topless state. "She poked her nose into places where it didn't belong - was foolish enough to think that some petty superpowers meant that she could interfere in matters beyond her comprehension." Despite her attempts, the man refuses to be anything but cryptic.
Azura's attempts to reply were met with failure, involuntary moans escaping her lips as Esmerelda teased her back door. Her body shuddered and twitched as the pleasure washed over her. “Ah!” She gasped when the redhead squeezed her clit. “Meanie... don't tease me...” she whined, but allowed her lover to continue at her own pace.
"You're so tense..." Esmerelda chuckles in between licks, playing Azura's body like an instrument. "Poor girl... You don't get your needs taken care of often enough, do you?" She spears her tongue upwards, pressing its way inside Azura's rear entrance, the sensation alone driving the younger woman close to orgasm.
As Malady makes her preparations, the windows of the farmhouse explode inwards, raining glass shards inside, along with small grey cylinders.
D100:
Malady: 78
Malady's Gang: 13
Just before the cylinders burst in a cacophony of light and sound, Malady's plants close in on her, covering her eyes and ears as the the living room is rocked by a concussive blast. As dust falls down into her pink hair, Malady opens her eyes to see her gang members walking about in a complete daze, unable to see or hear anything.
There's another boom, smaller this time, as the handle to the front door goes flying across the room, and the door swings open, revealing The Finch, muscles bulging through his tight costume, as he steps inside, cracking his neck.
D100: 83 (Success)
There's something odd about Finch, however. Her plants don't react to him at all as he enters the room, and something about his shadow seems off. With a start, she realises she's looking at a hologram, and turns to see the young hero swoop in through the back window, knocking out her blind and deaf henchmen, before coming straight at her.
Finch moves with extreme athleticism, showing off acrobatic skill as he leaps and sommersaults across the room towards her. As his fist draws just inches away from her stomach, however, he's ripped back with whiplash speeds, a vine coiled around his torso. "Damn it..." He curses, held by the vine in mid air. "When you said you were gonna tie me up, this isn't what I had in mind..." The hero smirks, before grunting in pain as the vine begins to constrict around his limbs.
“That can still change.” He had clearly attempted to prepare for this. “I wasn’t sure what toys you would want to share, but I was confident you’d be showing off. I already knew you’d be ready to filter out poisons. It almost makes me think you don’t like me anymore…”
Taking the opening she let loose a dark magic attack to bring him closer to unconscious and slow him down while he was vulnerable. Despite the circumstances, she wasn’t taking it seriously enough to put lethal force behind the power of the attack, only really trying to disable him from continuing to be a nuisance.
"Tsk, if stealth's not an option." Vanessa growls, since she's spotted already, she hoped the sniper hasn't informed anyone yet. She takes a deep breath, then uses her godlike speed to get to the shooter's position and knock him out.
Luckily, the shooter hesitates for just a fraction of a second, and it's all Vanessa needs. Like a bullet, she springs forth into the air and onto the mast, catching the sniper with her shoulder and knocking him out cold. Looking around, no one on deck seems to have noticed.
Luckily, the shooter hesitates for just a fraction of a second, and it's all Vanessa needs. Like a bullet, she springs forth into the air and onto the mast, catching the sniper with her shoulder and knocking him out cold. Looking around, no one on deck seems to have noticed.
"Phew." Vanessa lets out a relieved sigh, Snipers too? Tsk, whatever they're moving, it must be something big. She thinks to herself, trying to figure out a safe path inside. I can just use my speed, but if the defense is this serious, that means whoever's in charge probably expects supers to come snooping around. The heiress ponders if she could sneak into one of the crates they were moving inside the ship.
