Heroes and Villains of Century City

[Tjf]

“Well, since you are familiar with your bosses and the current situation in the company, why don't you suggest something? I will let you know if I have any objections or concerns about your idea.” I should have thought of this ahead of time... In hindsight this was a bit out of Azura's area of expertise.

"Well, I can think of two main ways - loud and quiet. One, you could storm their offices right now, as they try to gather and destroy evidence." Goode explains. "For the second, I could go to them and offer to help cover it up, while gathering evidence - with you posing as my 'assistant' and ready to defend me if my bosses wise up to the plan and decide to silence me."

 

[Omega98]

The leader slips the wad of cash back into his jacket pocket, but seems no closer to surrender than he was before. As she looks down at their pants she can detect a shared stirring, her eyes keenly attuned to such movements. "The hard way sounds good." The heroine watches as the thug raises his pistol, pressing the barrel against her forehead. As she registers that the panacea in her system makes it a not unpleasant experience to feel the cold metal on her skin, Psychana feels the unguarded thoughts of her foes - their thoughts much the same as her fantasies. It's strange, though... Lustful thoughts are something she often picks up from her foes, but unpowered street thugs always feel fear as well, no matter how much she turns them on. With these men, though... It's like something's suppressing their fear, like they don't see her as a threat at all, but a toy. She's stirred from her contemplation as the leader pulls back the pistol's hammer. "Get on your knees." Part of her knows that it's a bluff - they want to fuck her too badly to shoot her, and besides, this situation is far from hopeless for a hero with her powers, but at the same time, the leader's voice was so...commanding.

Psychana knew what to do. Despite their lack of apprehension facing her, she knew to create a psychokinetic shield around herself to protect her before creating another bubble around the leader's gun and force it upwards so that the barrel wasn't pressed against her forehead. She knew to follow it up with a psychokinetic blast to the other men, knocking them off their feet before she would fly into the air and send another blast down from above crushing the thugs with debilitating force. She knew to check the surrounding area and secure it from other would-be assailants. She then knew to contact the authorities and wait for officers to arrive and arrest the offenders. Yes, Psychana knew what she should do.

But Jenny sank to her knees as the man demanded.

Psychana railed against what was happening but she diminished with every passing moment, pushed to the back of her thoughts and muted by the Panacea and the river flowing between her thighs. Jenny wasn't the powerful superhero anymore, she was a busty blonde black cock slut wife in an appropriately slutty costume.

Jenny looked up at the man with subservient eyes while her hand reached up to caress the large bulge in the pants.

 

[Tjf]

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Vanessa grumbled, annoyed at how he could suddenly conjure such massive contraptions too. Though she's a bit glad to still follows some rules as the lions act like lions, and this helicopter seems to be no different from a normal one... aside from it being red. As she saw the machine gun getting ready to fire, Vanessa doesn't allow it as she uses her superspeed to fly past the gun's aim. She tries to give the Scarlet Ranger a good punch across the head, seeing how vulnerable he was dangling in the air.

Spoiler: Combat Roll

D100:

A bullet slams into Vanessa's shoulder, not penetrating but still hurting like hell. As she flies around and slams her fist into the dangling villain, he goes limp, and his hand slips away from the disintegrating helicopter as he begins his fall towards the ground.

 

[asddas193]

Spoiler: Combat Roll

D100:

A bullet slams into Vanessa's shoulder, not penetrating but still hurting like hell. As she flies around and slams her fist into the dangling villain, he goes limp, and his hand slips away from the disintegrating helicopter as he begins his fall towards the ground.

"Khhh!" Groaning as she's shot by what she could only call a rubber bullet with how it hurt, but lacked penetrative force. Vanessa flies down to catch him before he crashes, grabbing him by the neck. "Give up, now!" She growled, tightening a bit to choke him.

 

[Tjf]

Psychana knew what to do. Despite their lack of apprehension facing her, she knew to create a psychokinetic shield around herself to protect her before creating another bubble around the leader's gun and force it upwards so that the barrel wasn't pressed against her forehead. She knew to follow it up with a psychokinetic blast to the other men, knocking them off their feet before she would fly into the air and send another blast down from above crushing the thugs with debilitating force. She knew to check the surrounding area and secure it from other would-be assailants. She then knew to contact the authorities and wait for officers to arrive and arrest the offenders. Yes, Psychana knew what she should do.

But Jenny sank to her knees as the man demanded.

Psychana railed against what was happening but she diminished with every passing moment, pushed to the back of her thoughts and muted by the Panacea and the river flowing between her thighs. Jenny wasn't the powerful superhero anymore, she was a busty blonde black cock slut wife in an appropriately slutty costume.

Jenny looked up at the man with subservient eyes while her hand reached up to caress the large bulge in the pants.

"Good girl." The drug dealer in front of her says condescendingly as Jenny feels the hard on in his pants. "Go on, bitch. You know what to do." He grins down at her, thumbing the hammer back up and lowering his pistol, giving her a perfect opportunity to strike him. If she can muster the willpower to take it. She feels the astonishment of the other men turning to amusement, and then the floodgates open and their lust is unveiled. She feels their hands on her, like last time, they grope at her ass and breasts, though this time they're doing it to Psychana, not Jenny.

 

[Tjf]

"Khhh!" Groaning as she's shot by what she could only call a rubber bullet with how it hurt, but lacked penetrative force. Vanessa flies down to catch him before he crashes, grabbing him by the neck. "Give up, now!" She growled, tightening a bit to choke him.

Vanessa swoops down, catching the man as he falls, but as she goes to threeaten him, realises that he's already unconscious.

 

[asddas193]

Vanessa swoops down, catching the man as he falls, but as she goes to threeaten him, realises that he's already unconscious.

"Well, that's good." Vanessa sighed, she lets go of him, letting him fall onto the ground. "It's done, call the cops." She said in a curt tone to avoid letting any eavesdroppers know her relationship to the person she's talking to through her ear piece.

 

[Omega98]

"Good girl." The drug dealer in front of her says condescendingly as Jenny feels the hard on in his pants. "Go on, bitch. You know what to do." He grins down at her, thumbing the hammer back up and lowering his pistol, giving her a perfect opportunity to strike him. If she can muster the willpower to take it. She feels the astonishment of the other men turning to amusement, and then the floodgates open and their lust is unveiled. She feels their hands on her, like last time, they grope at her ass and breasts, though this time they're doing it to Psychana, not Jenny.

With all of the others watching, Jenny did as she knew the man wanted her to do and unzipped his pants. Her gloved hand reached past his fly and fished out his hardening cock. It was as long and thick as her forearm and she marveled at it as her hand lovingly stroked it to full mast. She swallowed before her tongue slithered from her lips to lap at the underside of his cock-head. The taste was better than she remembered, amazingly better in fact. Without prompting, she opened her mouth wide and shoved the log halfway down her throat. Her face met the base of his groin and she held herself there, near choking herself on his dick. But it felt so incredibly good she never wanted to let it loose from her mouth.

She felt the hands of the other men on her body then and her eyes rolled up as her body felt like it was on fire. Their touch was electric and caused her body to spasm in pleasure that eclipsed anything she'd felt previous. The memories of her time with Hammer, Holness, Duke, Magnus and the rest seemed like dull experiences compared to what was happening to her then. The mark on her pubic mound flared, her pussy spasmed and she climaxed immediately when the men touched her. The leader in her mouth grunted and grabbed the back of her head before he began to roughly fuck her face.

Jenny felt a pair of hands unfasten her booty shorts and lower them from her hips exposing her new mark.

"Shit boys, look at that!"

The men around beheld her tattoo and the smirks on their faces grew wide.

"You a black cock slut bitch?" One of them asked while others laughed.

Jenny gargled in response as the cock pistoned in and out of her mouth, but she did manage to nod the affirmative.

There were hoots and hollers as the men laughed before she felt her shorts pulled free from her body. Another pair of hands stripped her of her cropped corset and brassiere. One man got behind her and pulled her ass upwards so that she was bending over at her waist instead of kneeling. He'd clearly loosed his dick from his pants as Jenny felt the head rub teasingly against her labia. A moment later the bulbous head pierced her opening and the man shoved his entire length inside her.

"Fuck this bitch is tight!" The man behind her groaned in pleasure.

For her part Jenny squealed and orgasmed again as she was 'spit-roasted' by the two men. The guy behind her developed a frantic pace, slamming into her with wild abandon while the man in front of her matched his rhythm. Obscene squelching sounds emanated from the slapping of flesh as the two men fucked her frantically.

Jenny felt the two men pound into her and hold still before they both unleashed a torrent of cum inside her. The moment their sperm entered her, the mark on her flesh flared brightly and a massive wave of untold pleasure hit Jenny like a tsunami. Her body convulsed in orgasm as the three came in unison.

"Holy shit!" The man behind her exclaimed.

"Can't stop cumming." The other confirmed.

The men flooded her with cum for a full minute before they dropped her unceremoniously on the ground. The two men fell back exhausted, and Jenny should have been as well; but another man picked her up and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. She was standing on one leg and braced an arm against one of their cars. The man lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust in filling her again and the moment his cock touched her skin, the tattoo flared again and Jenny came.

"Holy fuck you were right, she is tight!" The man groaned and proceeded to fuck her.

Jenny's tits bounced and her free hand came up to wrap around the man's neck to steady herself as he pounded into her. His breathing was quick, his thrusts powerful, and Jenny's body shook with each and every push forward of his cock. Her eyes moved around as her conscious mind struggled to form coherent thoughts. Their collective lust battered against her mind just as the man was battering her pussy. She did notice two of the men had taken out their phones and were recording the debauched sight.

"Smile slut, this is going on the internet!" One of them taunted.

If Jenny was thinking properly she might have done something, but the man pulverizing her pussy thrust hard into her and loosed his own potent load inside her. Once again her mark flared and Jenny came with him, copious amounts of his sperm flooding her womb.

Like the other two the man slumped backwards as his cock fell out of her, and Jenny collapsed to the ground. But another man picked her up and opened the door to the back seat of one of their cars. He laid her down and stepped up between her legs before he shoved his impossibly hard cock in her savaged pussy. He said no words as he fucked her, but Jenny could hear his thoughts just fine as he rutted her like an animal. There was a pressing need in him to cum, to fill her, to knock her up. It should have alarmed Jenny but she was too lost in her own pleasure. Instead she locked eyes with him and with a purposeful stare demanded.

"Do it!"

The man came with a howl, adding his own virile semen to her besieged uterus. Jenny screamed in pleasure as she climaxed with him, her mark lighting up again as the sperm entered her.

When he was finished, the man fell back and Jenny was pulled out of the vehicle. The man who pulled her from the car stood behind her, hooked his hands under her legs, and with seeming effortlessness hoisted her into the air. His huge hard cock slid easily inside her and Jenny whimpered as he thrust inside her. One of the men filming the event stood in front of them capturing the erotic sight before another man stepped in front of her between her spread legs. In a moment his hard cock joined his friend's in Jenny's cunt and the two powered into her with a savage rhythm.

Jenny cried out in ecstasy as her pussy was split open by two huge black cocks. Her orgasm never subsided while they ravaged her with brutal passion, stretching her used hole to obscene limits. She was a fuck-doll in their hands and she loved every moment of it. When the pair filled her bloated cunt with their cum Jenny felt her mind go white.

 

[moonblack]

"Well, I can think of two main ways - loud and quiet. One, you could storm their offices right now, as they try to gather and destroy evidence." Goode explains. "For the second, I could go to them and offer to help cover it up, while gathering evidence - with you posing as my 'assistant' and ready to defend me if my bosses wise up to the plan and decide to silence me."

“Let's try the quiet way first – less likely to cause a misunderstanding and get another hero involved. Also more likely to get us the evidence we need.” Azura suggested. “We can always try the loud way later, if the quiet one does not work or your bosses notice something off.”

 

[majus]

Holding her by the head, the villain forces his large cock down her throat with a contemptuous chuckle, not relenting even as her vision starts to dim. "You know it's over, right? No more Faye, no more T'yala... No more Amethyst Heart. Your entire existence from now on amounts to this." He punctuates his words by pressing his manhood down her throat until her nose rubs against his pubes, holding it there, the bulge in her throat visible to the guards watching outside the cell. The villain smirks - on their home planet, she was a noble and he a mere peasant, but here the circumstances have changed.

Despite the perilous situation, T'yala's body reacted with pleasure - the gold ensured her reactions were all but climaxtic. She spread her knees, her thighs shivering as with lack of oxygen, her body started shaking in orgasmix release, her juices splashing on the floor, the hot seed flooding her stomach. As he released her, T'yala landed with her ass on the floor.

She remembered the woman Erik found on the beach... three golden dildos in her orifices.

"How... do you... ah!" She yelped as he grabbed her by hair.

"How will I finish you? Well, I shall delegate - I will have entire aution prepared - with you as main goods..." He chuckled. "But I won't bee selling your body, but rights to end you~" He chuckled, as he moved his hand through her hair. "But before that, I do intend to have some fun with that arrogant slut of noblewoman~"

Slap!

A hand landed on her cheek, before he grabbed her by the hair and pulled.

"To teach the noblewoman her place underneath the peasant~"

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

Tatiana sees his discomfort, reaching out to grip his hand in hers, angling her body so that her cleavage remains in his view. "Like I said, I didn't mesmerise you properly. Your emotions were certainly heightened, more intense, but I didn't force them upon you." As he changes the subject, she slowly nods. "Indeed? Will she be able to hold under pressure? Constantin's too much of a gentleman to eat his lovers, but if he figures out that the girl is there to make him vulnerable, he'll do as he feels he must."

Lost in thought, Sonata doesn't bother averting his gaze again. Staring down at the vampire's mountains rather than her piercing, red eyes, he absent-mindedly nods in return. "S-she'll be fine." He doesn't trust himself to say much more.

 

[Tjf]

"Well, that's good." Vanessa sighed, she lets go of him, letting him fall onto the ground. "It's done, call the cops." She said in a curt tone to avoid letting any eavesdroppers know her relationship to the person she's talking to through her ear piece.

Lawrence is as prompt as ever. "As you say, madame." Vanessa knows the old man's probably done it already as he saw her victory become imminent.

With all of the others watching, Jenny did as she knew the man wanted her to do and unzipped his pants. Her gloved hand reached past his fly and fished out his hardening cock. It was as long and thick as her forearm and she marveled at it as her hand lovingly stroked it to full mast. She swallowed before her tongue slithered from her lips to lap at the underside of his cock-head. The taste was better than she remembered, amazingly better in fact. Without prompting, she opened her mouth wide and shoved the log halfway down her throat. Her face met the base of his groin and she held herself there, near choking herself on his dick. But it felt so incredibly good she never wanted to let it loose from her mouth.

She felt the hands of the other men on her body then and her eyes rolled up as her body felt like it was on fire. Their touch was electric and caused her body to spasm in pleasure that eclipsed anything she'd felt previous. The memories of her time with Hammer, Holness, Duke, Magnus and the rest seemed like dull experiences compared to what was happening to her then. The mark on her pubic mound flared, her pussy spasmed and she climaxed immediately when the men touched her. The leader in her mouth grunted and grabbed the back of her head before he began to roughly fuck her face.

Jenny felt a pair of hands unfasten her booty shorts and lower them from her hips exposing her new mark.

"Shit boys, look at that!"

The men around beheld her tattoo and the smirks on their faces grew wide.

"You a black cock slut bitch?" One of them asked while others laughed.

Jenny gargled in response as the cock pistoned in and out of her mouth, but she did manage to nod the affirmative.

There were hoots and hollers as the men laughed before she felt her shorts pulled free from her body. Another pair of hands stripped her of her cropped corset and brassiere. One man got behind her and pulled her ass upwards so that she was bending over at her waist instead of kneeling. He'd clearly loosed his dick from his pants as Jenny felt the head rub teasingly against her labia. A moment later the bulbous head pierced her opening and the man shoved his entire length inside her.

"Fuck this bitch is tight!" The man behind her groaned in pleasure.

For her part Jenny squealed and orgasmed again as she was 'spit-roasted' by the two men. The guy behind her developed a frantic pace, slamming into her with wild abandon while the man in front of her matched his rhythm. Obscene squelching sounds emanated from the slapping of flesh as the two men fucked her frantically.

Jenny felt the two men pound into her and hold still before they both unleashed a torrent of cum inside her. The moment their sperm entered her, the mark on her flesh flared brightly and a massive wave of untold pleasure hit Jenny like a tsunami. Her body convulsed in orgasm as the three came in unison.

"Holy shit!" The man behind her exclaimed.

"Can't stop cumming." The other confirmed.

The men flooded her with cum for a full minute before they dropped her unceremoniously on the ground. The two men fell back exhausted, and Jenny should have been as well; but another man picked her up and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. She was standing on one leg and braced an arm against one of their cars. The man lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust in filling her again and the moment his cock touched her skin, the tattoo flared again and Jenny came.

"Holy fuck you were right, she is tight!" The man groaned and proceeded to fuck her.

Jenny's tits bounced and her free hand came up to wrap around the man's neck to steady herself as he pounded into her. His breathing was quick, his thrusts powerful, and Jenny's body shook with each and every push forward of his cock. Her eyes moved around as her conscious mind struggled to form coherent thoughts. Their collective lust battered against her mind just as the man was battering her pussy. She did notice two of the men had taken out their phones and were recording the debauched sight.

"Smile slut, this is going on the internet!" One of them taunted.

If Jenny was thinking properly she might have done something, but the man pulverizing her pussy thrust hard into her and loosed his own potent load inside her. Once again her mark flared and Jenny came with him, copious amounts of his sperm flooding her womb.

Like the other two the man slumped backwards as his cock fell out of her, and Jenny collapsed to the ground. But another man picked her up and opened the door to the back seat of one of their cars. He laid her down and stepped up between her legs before he shoved his impossibly hard cock in her savaged pussy. He said no words as he fucked her, but Jenny could hear his thoughts just fine as he rutted her like an animal. There was a pressing need in him to cum, to fill her, to knock her up. It should have alarmed Jenny but she was too lost in her own pleasure. Instead she locked eyes with him and with a purposeful stare demanded.

"Do it!"

The man came with a howl, adding his own virile semen to her besieged uterus. Jenny screamed in pleasure as she climaxed with him, her mark lighting up again as the sperm entered her.

When he was finished, the man fell back and Jenny was pulled out of the vehicle. The man who pulled her from the car stood behind her, hooked his hands under her legs, and with seeming effortlessness hoisted her into the air. His huge hard cock slid easily inside her and Jenny whimpered as he thrust inside her. One of the men filming the event stood in front of them capturing the erotic sight before another man stepped in front of her between her spread legs. In a moment his hard cock joined his friend's in Jenny's cunt and the two powered into her with a savage rhythm.

Jenny cried out in ecstasy as her pussy was split open by two huge black cocks. Her orgasm never subsided while they ravaged her with brutal passion, stretching her used hole to obscene limits. She was a fuck-doll in their hands and she loved every moment of it. When the pair filled her bloated cunt with their cum Jenny felt her mind go white.

When Jenny comes to, she sees she's still on her knees in the alley, a cock shadowing her face as one of the thugs jerks himself as he stands above her, before covering her face and breasts in hot cum. "Nothin like paintin' a white bitch whiter, eh boys?" There's a collective laugh. "Alright, we've been in this alley with the product and money for too long. On account of the costume dropping in on us, we'll finish our buisness later." The leader says, slipping his suit back on. "Get the slut in the car - grab her outfit, too."

Before the still lightheaded Jenny can think about what's going on, she's bundled into a dealer's car, and before thoughts of escape can move past what little of her rational mind remains, she feels a hand in her hair, pushing her down to service the man sitting beside her, his cock miraculously erect despite all the pleasure it's already experienced, her tattoo burning with pleasant heat all the while. As she's pulled out of the car, she manages to see that they've parked around the back of Loretta's, the club's exterior deserted at this time in the early afternoon. Dragged into the club, she's deposited in a long conference room, where Dylan Duke sits at the head of a long table, his seat appearing almost like a throne. "Boss, you won't believe this shit. We got Psychana - fucked the shit out of her when she flew down to interrupt our deal." As the thug manhandling Jenny waves around her skimpy outfit as proof, and shows Dylan the video they recorded in the alley, all while Dylan sits silently, gazing at Jenny. There's a long, piercing silence, before Duke smirks. "She was flying, you said? You positive she ain't just a cosplayer?" He grins harder. "Well, well, well... I didn't know you moonlighted as a hero, Jenny." It takes the blonde a moment to register the criminal's use of her real name. Then, with an equal shock, she realises that in her lustful haze, the psychic field over her face dissipated, leaving her real appearance visible to all and sundry.

“Let's try the quiet way first – less likely to cause a misunderstanding and get another hero involved. Also more likely to get us the evidence we need.” Azura suggested. “We can always try the loud way later, if the quiet one does not work or your bosses notice something off.”

"Alright then. Sooner the better, I say." Goode nods and gets to action immediately. "Do you have something professional to wear, or can you, I don't know, conjure something up? I'd like you close at hand if the bosses get suspicious." The pink haired woman puts a finger to her chin.

 

[Tjf]

Despite the perilous situation, T'yala's body reacted with pleasure - the gold ensured her reactions were all but climaxtic. She spread her knees, her thighs shivering as with lack of oxygen, her body started shaking in orgasmix release, her juices splashing on the floor, the hot seed flooding her stomach. As he released her, T'yala landed with her ass on the floor.

She remembered the woman Erik found on the beach... three golden dildos in her orifices.

"How... do you... ah!" She yelped as he grabbed her by hair.

"How will I finish you? Well, I shall delegate - I will have entire aution prepared - with you as main goods..." He chuckled. "But I won't bee selling your body, but rights to end you~" He chuckled, as he moved his hand through her hair. "But before that, I do intend to have some fun with that arrogant slut of noblewoman~"

Slap!

A hand landed on her cheek, before he grabbed her by the hair and pulled.

"To teach the noblewoman her place underneath the peasant~"

"Maybe..." With his superhuman strength, tossing T'yala around is an easy task for her fellow alien, and he does so, forcing her onto her hands and knees on the bed, his hand striking her as with power. "Maybe I should knock you up first?" He muses, as his cock rubs against her entrance. "Corrupt that noble bloodline of yours with my lowly seed?"

 

[asddas193]

Lawrence is as prompt as ever. "As you say, madame." Vanessa knows the old man's probably done it already as he saw her victory become imminent.

"Right." Vanessa replied, keeping up her curt act. She checks the time, recalling how Hammer wanted to meet at midnight.

 

[Tjf]

Lost in thought, Sonata doesn't bother averting his gaze again. Staring down at the vampire's mountains rather than her piercing, red eyes, he absent-mindedly nods in return. "S-she'll be fine." He doesn't trust himself to say much more.

"Then you should inform her of the task at hand. I know Constantin well." Tatiana explains, idly stroking Sonata's cheek. "There's a few places I should be able to give you forewarning of where he'll be - his favorite bar, his gang's headquarters, the opera house, etc. It's up to you and your...friend, where you make contact with him." Tatiana smirks, sensing his nervousness. "You're rather cagey about this girl, aren't you? I'm starting to get a little jealous of her. A close friend of yours?" She giggles.

 

[moonblack]

"Alright then. Sooner the better, I say." Goode nods and gets to action immediately. "Do you have something professional to wear, or can you, I don't know, conjure something up? I'd like you close at hand if the bosses get suspicious." The pink haired woman puts a finger to her chin.

“No problem, give me a minute to create the illusion of something professional your brand new assistant would wear.” Azura replied as she began focusing her power and creating the illusion. “If you notice something off about my outfit don't hesitate to let me know – I'll fix it right away.”

 

[Omega98]

When Jenny comes to, she sees she's still on her knees in the alley, a cock shadowing her face as one of the thugs jerks himself as he stands above her, before covering her face and breasts in hot cum. "Nothin like paintin' a white bitch whiter, eh boys?" There's a collective laugh. "Alright, we've been in this alley with the product and money for too long. On account of the costume dropping in on us, we'll finish our buisness later." The leader says, slipping his suit back on. "Get the slut in the car - grab her outfit, too."

Before the still lightheaded Jenny can think about what's going on, she's bundled into a dealer's car, and before thoughts of escape can move past what little of her rational mind remains, she feels a hand in her hair, pushing her down to service the man sitting beside her, his cock miraculously erect despite all the pleasure it's already experienced, her tattoo burning with pleasant heat all the while. As she's pulled out of the car, she manages to see that they've parked around the back of Loretta's, the club's exterior deserted at this time in the early afternoon. Dragged into the club, she's deposited in a long conference room, where Dylan Duke sits at the head of a long table, his seat appearing almost like a throne. "Boss, you won't believe this shit. We got Psychana - fucked the shit out of her when she flew down to interrupt our deal." As the thug manhandling Jenny waves around her skimpy outfit as proof, and shows Dylan the video they recorded in the alley, all while Dylan sits silently, gazing at Jenny. There's a long, piercing silence, before Duke smirks. "She was flying, you said? You positive she ain't just a cosplayer?" He grins harder. "Well, well, well... I didn't know you moonlighted as a hero, Jenny." It takes the blonde a moment to register the criminal's use of her real name. Then, with an equal shock, she realises that in her lustful haze, the psychic field over her face dissipated, leaving her real appearance visible to all and sundry.

As the effects of the Panacea diminished and her rational mind came back to her, Jenny visibly paled as she recognized how well and truly cooked she was.

"Shit." she thought to herself.

She stood at the opposite end of the table from Duke, clad in her thigh-high white boots, white gloves that extended to her upper arms, white choker and white cape. Her breasts and pussy were laid bare before his gaze and her new mark was displayed prominently over her lower abdomen. Her corset, brassiere and hot-pants laid on the table in front of her and she contemplated pulling them to her with her psychokinesis to cover herself up but didn't. Everyone in the room had already fucked her senseless and if they even hinted at wanting another go she'd let them fuck her again. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She could have said something flippant like 'You never asked' or 'It never came up' but she thought better of it.

After a moment of paralysis she met Duke's eyes and felt powerless before him and she wondered why that felt right.

"It's not something you were supposed to find out." she admitted. "But a lot of things have happened in my life over the past week that weren't supposed to happen."

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

"Then you should inform her of the task at hand. I know Constantin well." Tatiana explains, idly stroking Sonata's cheek. "There's a few places I should be able to give you forewarning of where he'll be - his favorite bar, his gang's headquarters, the opera house, etc. It's up to you and your...friend, where you make contact with him." Tatiana smirks, sensing his nervousness. "You're rather cagey about this girl, aren't you? I'm starting to get a little jealous of her. A close friend of yours?" She giggles.

"N-not in that way." He denies the implication, finally gaining the courage to look back into the vampire's bewitching eyes. Technically not lying. "I just...don't want her getting hurt, especially if it's because I dragged her into this." Sonata tries to calm his nerves, focusing on his breathing.

 

[Tjf]

"Right." Vanessa replied, keeping up her curt act. She checks the time, recalling how Hammer wanted to meet at midnight.

Looking at her watch, she sees that it's about half past 11, giving her time enough to fly over to the meeting place underneath the bridge, with a little time left over.

“No problem, give me a minute to create the illusion of something professional your brand new assistant would wear.” Azura replied as she began focusing her power and creating the illusion. “If you notice something off about my outfit don't hesitate to let me know – I'll fix it right away.”

"Hmm..." Goode looks her over. "It's fine for the most part. Undo the top button, though, assistants here dress to impress, if you catch my meaning." She gives Azura a moment to change her illusion. "Alright, time to go." She gulps, hand shaking a little bit as she leads Azura down to an expensive looking car. "You will protect me, if things go belly up. Right?"

Unlike their grimy monolithic industrial plant, the corporation's headquarters is a gleaming tower of glass and chrome, clean and elegant, in contrast to the deeds that go on within it. After a long elevator ride that takes them near the top, Goode has the magical girl wait outside a doorway. "Alright, stay here a moment. I'll go try and talk them into giving me access." She gulps once more. "Wish me luck." A few minutes later, Alicia returns, gesturing for Azura to follow back to the elevator. Several minutes later, they stand in an archive room, moving among the files. "Alright, I'm looking for meeting minutes - you take that shelf, I'll start with this one." After an unprofitable period of searching, the pink haired woman gives a whoop of excitement. "Got it! Alright, now we just have to look for..." She's cut off as the door starts to open. "Shit..." She breathes, and rushes over to Azura. The magical girl feels the other woman's hands pull her towards her, and then feels their lips meet in a passionate kiss. "O-Oh, I'll come b-back..." Someone says from the doorway, and as the door closes, Alicia slowly pulls away, breathing a little deeply.

As the effects of the Panacea diminished and her rational mind came back to her, Jenny visibly paled as she recognized how well and truly cooked she was.

"Shit." she thought to herself.

She stood at the opposite end of the table from Duke, clad in her thigh-high white boots, white gloves that extended to her upper arms, white choker and white cape. Her breasts and pussy were laid bare before his gaze and her new mark was displayed prominently over her lower abdomen. Her corset, brassiere and hot-pants laid on the table in front of her and she contemplated pulling them to her with her psychokinesis to cover herself up but didn't. Everyone in the room had already fucked her senseless and if they even hinted at wanting another go she'd let them fuck her again. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She could have said something flippant like 'You never asked' or 'It never came up' but she thought better of it.

After a moment of paralysis she met Duke's eyes and felt powerless before him and she wondered why that felt right.

"It's not something you were supposed to find out." she admitted. "But a lot of things have happened in my life over the past week that weren't supposed to happen."

"That one of those things?" Duke reaches out, touching the tattoo, which begins to buzz with warmth, her whole body tingling. "Let me guess... You planned to infiltrate my organisation, do some stripping, maybe some over-the-clothes action. By the time you'd be expected to sleep around, you'd have enough intel to exfiltrate without ever being unfaithful to your husband. But then you met Hammer, and my boys, and me, and you discovered something you'd never experienced before, and suddenly couldn't live your life without. Suddenly, the mission didn't seem so important." He smirks, a bulge appearing as he uncrosses his legs and leans in. "Psychana... No, Jenny - Psychana don't exist anymore outside of the minds of the public, I think. You know we own you now, right?" His tone is perfectly even, not forceful like Hammer or Jetstream's would be, but somehow that makes the words sink in even more - like he's not trying to dominate her, just accepting a reality, like his ownership is already a done deal, an indisputable fact that can't be changed.

"N-not in that way." He denies the implication, finally gaining the courage to look back into the vampire's bewitching eyes. Technically not lying. "I just...don't want her getting hurt, especially if it's because I dragged her into this." Sonata tries to calm his nerves, focusing on his breathing.

Her eyes are certainly beautiful, Sonata notes, but he doesn't feel the unearthly pull he did last night. He thinks. She keeps up her smirk. "Good. Though I suppose I don't have any specific claim on you to keep you from enjoying other women. I'm just being possessive, I suppose." Her expression grows a little more serious. "That depends entirely on you. I won't lie - Constantin won't hurt her outright, not beyond taking a drink - which you know from experience isn't an unpleasant experience. But, if he realises she's a trap, she'll be at risk. Your responsiveness and your skill at arms will be what keeps your friend safe, as well as her ability to keep Constantin from figuring out what's really happening."

 

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Looking at her watch, she sees that it's about half past 11, giving her time enough to fly over to the meeting place underneath the bridge, with a little time left over.

"Tsk." Clicking her tongue, Vanessa decides to fly to the bridge as fast as she could. But she doesn't land yet, instead, she uses her godlike senses to scan the area, looking for Hammer, and any of his would be accomplice while still flying high.