Heroes and Villains of Century City

[asddas193]

The thugs take their time 'patting her down', before ushering Vanessa up the gangplank of a nearby ship. "He's inside." One of the thugs answers. "And he'll only stay that way as long as your friend keeps her distance."

She's escorted to the cargo bay of the ship, where Vanessa fails to see Hammer or Lawrence. She does see Vince, however, the man bound, gagged and bruised, looking up at Vanessa, eyes wide.

"Khh." Vanessa blushes as she lets out a growl, as those thugs were unaware that she was the one they were fucking just a few hours ago. She soon follows them inside the ship, but as she saw Vince. "What?" She gasped, "You bastards." She growled, So he isn't the one behind this? The heiress thought to herself.

 

[Omega98]

Heading to HQ, Jenny finds a message waiting for her, as expected, though her husband's not there. A male voice introduces himself as the CFO of Fitzgerald Industries, one of the city's large companies, and invites her to call him back to discuss a partnership.

At the same time, Jenny feels her phone going off - Duke's number.

Any excitement Jenny felt at the prospect of working with Fitzgerald Industries was immediately undercut by her incoming phone call. Jenny pursed her lips and hesitated before answering. She felt her heart pump a little faster and her thighs trembled slightly while her arousal grew despite herself. A part of her didn't want to pick up the phone, but if she was honest with herself (and she wasn't) a larger part wanted to answer it.

Her thumb slid to unlock the phone and answer the call. Jenny told herself it was to continue the assignment, nothing more. But her gut told her that was a lie.

"Hello?" she answered plainly, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

"I have to make a living somehow." The boy grunts. "And what, you'll go kill my sister like you killed her men." He gestures to the bodies.

Sonata is lost in thought for a moment, remembering when he was so often shaken down by thugs like these when he was a schoolkid. Through gritted teeth, he barks "These men deserved no mercy from me! They had their chance to give up, and I didn't chase the one that ran. Your sister doesn't have to die, but that's up to her." Wait, this gives me an idea. I can impersonate this kid to get close to his sister. That'd be a great way to get in quietly. "Just like how your fate is up to you." Sonata lightly pricks the boy's neck with the blade's tip, drawing another slow stream of red to emphasize his words. I would be just like him if I wasn't so lucky. He silently hopes his bluff doesn't get called, knowing he can't go through with killing him in cold blood despite his threats.

 

[Tjf]

"Khh." Vanessa blushes as she lets out a growl, as those thugs were unaware that she was the one they were fucking just a few hours ago. She soon follows them inside the ship, but as she saw Vince. "What?" She gasped, "You bastards." She growled, So he isn't the one behind this? The heiress thought to herself.

"Sticks and stones." One of the thugs chuckles, pulling the tape from Vince's mouth painfully, as Vanessa's wrists are bound. "Gah! Argh... I didn't know you cared, Fitzgerald..." The fat man groans in irritation. "It seems like it wouldn't have mattered if you accepted the marriage offer. They got us both..." A voice comes from behind the two of them. "Marriage offer? Vincent, you really can't keep from trying to get your greasy mitts on things that don't belong to you. The girl, the company... Tssk."

 

[Tjf]

Any excitement Jenny felt at the prospect of working with Fitzgerald Industries was immediately undercut by her incoming phone call. Jenny pursed her lips and hesitated before answering. She felt her heart pump a little faster and her thighs trembled slightly while her arousal grew despite herself. A part of her didn't want to pick up the phone, but if she was honest with herself (and she wasn't) a larger part wanted to answer it.

Her thumb slid to unlock the phone and answer the call. Jenny told herself it was to continue the assignment, nothing more. But her gut told her that was a lie.

"Hello?" she answered plainly, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.

"Jenny Foxx." The criminal's voice sounds in her ear, charming but dangerous. "You up to start your new job tonight?"

 

[Tjf]

Sonata is lost in thought for a moment, remembering when he was so often shaken down by thugs like these when he was a schoolkid. Through gritted teeth, he barks "These men deserved no mercy from me! They had their chance to give up, and I didn't chase the one that ran. Your sister doesn't have to die, but that's up to her." Wait, this gives me an idea. I can impersonate this kid to get close to his sister. That'd be a great way to get in quietly. "Just like how your fate is up to you." Sonata lightly pricks the boy's neck with the blade's tip, drawing another slow stream of red to emphasize his words. I would be just like him if I wasn't so lucky. He silently hopes his bluff doesn't get called, knowing he can't go through with killing him in cold blood despite his threats.

"Promise you won't kill her, and I'll tell you..." He grunts.

 

[asddas193]

"Sticks and stones." One of the thugs chuckles, pulling the tape from Vince's mouth painfully, as Vanessa's wrists are bound. "Gah! Argh... I didn't know you cared, Fitzgerald..." The fat man groans in irritation. "It seems like it wouldn't have mattered if you accepted the marriage offer. They got us both..." A voice comes from behind the two of them. "Marriage offer? Vincent, you really can't keep from trying to get your greasy mitts on things that don't belong to you. The girl, the company... Tssk."

"I'm not here for you, Vince. Ghh." Vanessa replied, before groaning as her wrists were bound. She remains silent as Vince gives up, still hoping Centurion will come through. But as she heard the voice from behind them, the heiress turns her head in an attempt to get a good look at whoever it was. "Aren't you trying to do the same?" She scowled.

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

"Promise you won't kill her, and I'll tell you..." He grunts.

Sonata pulls the knife away and stares, unflinching, into the thief's eyes as he says "Okay. I won't kill her." He means it sincerely, seeing too much of himself in the boy to lie to him. "But I can't promise she won't be harmed if she fights me. I'll find a quiet way to get to her -- take her by surprise so I don't have to hurt her."

 

[Omega98]

"Jenny Foxx." The criminal's voice sounds in her ear, charming but dangerous. "You up to start your new job tonight?"

A slight tremble ran through Jenny's spine at the sound of the criminal's voice. She felt her vagina grow moist despite herself and she bit her lower lip lightly in excitement. His question rang in her ears, was she ready to become his whore? Her eyes shut slowly as she pictured it in her mind. The degradation, the servitude, the debasement, the objectification, the humiliation...

"Yes." she answered instinctively fighting the urge to masturbate.

She'd have to go back to her apartment and get her 'work attire', but that shouldn't be a long delay.

 

[Tjf]

"I'm not here for you, Vince. Ghh." Vanessa replied, before groaning as her wrists were bound. She remains silent as Vince gives up, still hoping Centurion will come through. But as she heard the voice from behind them, the heiress turns her head in an attempt to get a good look at whoever it was. "Aren't you trying to do the same?" She scowled.

"I'm taking what is rightfully mine." The voice spits, before the speaker walks in front of Vanessa.

Something about the fat boy is familiar, but she can't place him. "It cost a lot of money, a lot of influence, to get you two in this position, but now I have you." He smiles. "Now, the two of you can sign away your shares in Fitzgerald Industries, or we can do this the hard way."

 

[asddas193]

"I'm taking what is rightfully mine." The voice spits, before the speaker walks in front of Vanessa.

Something about the fat boy is familiar, but she can't place him. "It cost a lot of money, a lot of influence, to get you two in this position, but now I have you." He smiles. "Now, the two of you can sign away your shares in Fitzgerald Industries, or we can do this the hard way."

"Rightfully yours?" Vanessa was confused, especially as she saw the fat teen. Huh? He looks like. She thought to herself, looking to Vince to see if he recognizes him. "I'm sorry to say, but that won't be happening. Whoever you are, probably a villain aren't you? One of those smart nerds trying to make a name for himself?" She replied, trying to recall why he looked familiar.

 

[Tjf]

Sonata pulls the knife away and stares, unflinching, into the thief's eyes as he says "Okay. I won't kill her." He means it sincerely, seeing too much of himself in the boy to lie to him. "But I can't promise she won't be harmed if she fights me. I'll find a quiet way to get to her -- take her by surprise so I don't have to hurt her."

"Tinnitus. It's a bar downtown. She and the gang do their work there." He sighs. "O-Oh my God! Murder! Murderer!" From the mouth of the alley, Sonata hears a woman screaming. Turning his head to face her, the hero realises that she's saying it about him. Sonata hears footsteps, the screaming attracting onlookers.

 

[Tjf]

A slight tremble ran through Jenny's spine at the sound of the criminal's voice. She felt her vagina grow moist despite herself and she bit her lower lip lightly in excitement. His question rang in her ears, was she ready to become his whore? Her eyes shut slowly as she pictured it in her mind. The degradation, the servitude, the debasement, the objectification, the humiliation...

"Yes." she answered instinctively fighting the urge to masturbate.

She'd have to go back to her apartment and get her 'work attire', but that shouldn't be a long delay.

"Of course you are." Duke chuckles, not a shred of uncertainty in his voice. "Text this number when you're ready - I'll have a driver outside your place."

 

[Tjf]

"Rightfully yours?" Vanessa was confused, especially as she saw the fat teen. Huh? He looks like. She thought to herself, looking to Vince to see if he recognizes him. "I'm sorry to say, but that won't be happening. Whoever you are, probably a villain aren't you? One of those smart nerds trying to make a name for himself?" She replied, trying to recall why he looked familiar.

She looks at Vince, but besides their weight, the old and young men don't look particularly alike. "I'm the guy who should be in control of Fitzgerald Industries."

Spoiler: Awareness Roll

D100: 76

Eyes widening, Vanessa realises who the boy reminds her of: A man she used to trust implicitly - a man currently lying comatose in a hospital bed.

 

[asddas193]

She looks at Vince, but besides their weight, the old and young men don't look particularly alike. "I'm the guy who should be in control of Fitzgerald Industries."

Spoiler: Awareness Roll

D100: 76

Eyes widening, Vanessa realises who the boy reminds her of: A man she used to trust implicitly - a man currently lying comatose in a hospital bed.

Once she recognized him, Vanessa's eyes go wide. "O-oscar!?" She gasped, "No, that's impossible, are you his son?" No, their resemblance is too much, it's... as if he's become young again? The heiress thinks to herself, unable to comprehend who the fat boy really was.

 

[Omega98]

"Of course you are." Duke chuckles, not a shred of uncertainty in his voice. "Text this number when you're ready - I'll have a driver outside your place."

Jenny shuddered when she hung up the line. The excitement and jubilation of her earlier victory quickly and easily replaced by her anticipation of the night to come.

"It's for the mission. It's for the mission." she lied to herself over and over again, hoping in vain that thinking it enough would make it true. Phone stowed in a hidden compartment in her suit, Jenny set off to return home to her apartment and retrieve her 'work clothes'.

 

[Tjf]

Once she recognized him, Vanessa's eyes go wide. "O-oscar!?" She gasped, "No, that's impossible, are you his son?" No, their resemblance is too much, it's... as if he's become young again? The heiress thinks to herself, unable to comprehend who the fat boy really was.

"I'm the new and improved version." He grins, kneeling in front of her. "And you're Oscar's disobedient protege..."

 

[asddas193]

"I'm the new and improved version." He grins, kneeling in front of her. "And you're Oscar's disobedient protege..."

"New and improved?" Vanessa raised her eyebrow, So he isn't him? Or is he? Maybe a clone? Or perhaps an AI? She thought to herself, glaring at the fat boy as he knelt in front of her. "That's because he tried something he shouldn't have." The heiress hissed.

 

[Tjf]

Jenny shuddered when she hung up the line. The excitement and jubilation of her earlier victory quickly and easily replaced by her anticipation of the night to come.

"It's for the mission. It's for the mission." she lied to herself over and over again, hoping in vain that thinking it enough would make it true. Phone stowed in a hidden compartment in her suit, Jenny set off to return home to her apartment and retrieve her 'work clothes'.

Jenny finds her apartment empty, her husband having already left for his work with Infinity, though he left a bottle of champagne on the table, with a note. Sorry for turning you down, my love. I promise I'll make it up to you soon - It'll be just us.

Her thoughts of her husband are obliterated as she tries on the tight lingerie, however. Try as she might to be Jenny, the self-reliant hero in a healthy relationship, as she gazes upon her reflection in the mirror, she can't help but think of herself as Jenny, the submissive, needy slut.

 

[Omega98]

Jenny finds her apartment empty, her husband having already left for his work with Infinity, though he left a bottle of champagne on the table, with a note. Sorry for turning you down, my love. I promise I'll make it up to you soon - It'll be just us.

Her thoughts of her husband are obliterated as she tries on the tight lingerie, however. Try as she might to be Jenny, the self-reliant hero in a healthy relationship, as she gazes upon her reflection in the mirror, she can't help but think of herself as Jenny, the submissive, needy slut.

Gazing at her reflection, one thought ran through Jenny's mind. "Stop smiling you whore!"

Despite her growing annoyance and self-loathing, her body didn't respond. Instead, Jenny turned away from the mirror and picked up her phone; she sent off a quick text to Duke letting him know she was ready before she donned a concealing overcoat. She didn't want to pass any of her neighbors leaving the complex and have them start gossiping.