Chapter 16
"No shit, it worked?"
Taylor rolled her eyes and focused on cupping her still flat lower belly. She was in her casual clothes, sitting at the front desk of the Association along with Sophia. Emma was listed on the homeschool paperwork as studying with them both, but for now, she was keeping the redhead home, holes stuffed and suspended by her hook. Taylor had forgiven her best friend, mostly, but the thought of her pale skin turning red from exertion was just too good to give up. Soon, she might let Emma out and tag along in the real world.
"Yup, gills, little fins on her feet, the whole thing . She can hide them, and so for now she's going to stay with her parents, but yes, Sophia, my dad did it, and then did it with me." Taylor balled her fists, pounding out a little triumphant rhythm on the top of the long desk, "My dad can use his power to change biology. Maybe even give low level powers. He said that it was safe, so we went all the way."
"Damn, girl," Sophia muttered, her tone hiding a hint of jealousy, "Good for you. Your daddy lays pipe like a champ."
Turning away with a smile on her face, Taylor gave their computer calendar a look through. They spent a lot of their time, she and Sophia, managing the less than legal side of the Association, but for now, they were also the friendly faces for the legitimate side as well. The brunette noticed a canceled meeting, then went back to look over the last few days as the name attached seemed familiar.
"This Calvert guy canceled again?"
Sophia nodded and shrugged, "Yup, fourth time in a row. It's weird."
"Who is he?" Taylor asked absently, moving on to their non-flakey list of daily visitors.
"PRT Consultant and local construction magnate. Kind of a big deal, but keeps it quiet. He always calls at the beginning of the day, and apologizes about not being able to make it. The guy started trying to meet Danny after that press conference, but I guess he must be pretty busy."
Taylor rolled her eyes, "Or just doesn't have a brace of cute girls to manage his day for him."
Across from her, Sophia cackled, nodding ruefully, and picked up a phone to call back a shipping company that had put out a labor contract. Idly, Taylor thought about looking deeper into this 'Thomas Calvert' person, but put it aside, choosing to look into the rest of the day. Noting a code name coming up on the calendar, she rang her father's office, smiling like a dope when she heard his voice pick up on the other side.
"Head of Hiring, Danny Hebert, go ahead."
"Dad," Taylor said fondly, "Looks like your 9:30 is here."
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"Morning."
Beans sat down across from him in his office, extending his hand back, "Morning, Danny."
To help cover his civilian identity, not in the cape sense, he had made the decision to hire Beans on at the Association as a proper employee. It gave them a chance to meet during the day and be seen together, and plus Danny felt like he needed more prominent Black up-and-comers in the leadership team. If they were going to be squeezing the Empire out of the docks entirely, they'd need to get as broad a base of support that they could.
Danny picked up his mug of Taylor-made coffee and gestured for his business partner and new friend to start.
"So we've been looking into the money coming in and buoying up the ABB. Like the Empire, they have to be getting outside support, the fact that the Merchants weren't kept them at a distant third in effectiveness."
He pondered if the Association might suffer the same flaw.
Across from him, Beans continued, "There's no cash left coming from Japanese sources, obviously, and none of the smaller Asian states are in much better condition. That leaves the CUI, the Chinese. We are highly confident, say, 90%, that a cash shipment arrives monthly on a Chinese flagged trawler that's been operating out of Atlantic coast ports since the 90s. I don't think Lung even knows about it, he takes a very hands-off approach, like Skidmark, but does inspire the kind of terror-fueled competence and loyalty that my old boss never did."
Danny blinked, "The girls aren't enough to keep them in cash?"
"I mean, look at the Lazarette," Beans said spreading his arm, "It's not exactly a cash-loser, but a gang like the ABB is paying the salary of say, 600 people." At Danny's doubtful expression, Beans sighed, "Look at this place. For every man you have touching cargo, you have to pay to get him a uniform, pay his insurance, hire support staff, HR, admin. Now, a gang has a little less overhead in theory, but everyone they touch has to be off-grid. Cash only. It's not like gangbangers end up in the fucking billionaire's club, man. It's a lifestyle for people who struggle not to punch Arbys shift supervisors. I should know, I caught my first eighteen months for that."
"So," Danny asked, "What do we do? Rob them?"
The black man shook his head, "No, that's a temp fix. I say we sink the damn boat."
"As a lifelong dock man, I can't say I love that plan, but I'm listening."
"You said that Chocolate Murder Barbie out there has some new toys right?" Danny nodded. "No way the CUI is able to find a new way to get cash in quickly, not for a few months at least. We cut off his cash, and he stops being able to pay people. Unlike the Merchants, the core won't turn, but at the edge? You'll see Asian folks vanishing from Brockton in droves. The only thing keeping them here is cheap and easy cash, working for the ABB. If that dries up, it's easy as hell to pick up and drive your family to a small town in Iowa, open an orange chicken shop."
He winced, thinking about the possible outcomes, "Skidmark's rampage probably brought in more cape tourism dollars than he cost in damage. But when Lung loses it, people die, in big fucking numbers. I'd put Blackjack and me up against him in an ambush, but in an open fight he'd fry us from fifty feet away."
At that, Beans leaned back in the chair. "Not my department boss-man. I'll say, I'm glad to hear a cape show a little common sense for a change, but you know there's nothing keeping Lung from doing that tomorrow after being in a fender-bender. If you want to do something nice for Brockton, you need to find a way to use the tools you have available to you, and if you can, to get rid of Lung, then we can burn away the ABB just like we did the Merchants."
They talked a bit more, a mix of friendly conversation and Association housekeeping, then Danny walked Beans out to the front door, stopping to flirt with Taylor on the way back in.
As his office door closed, he heard his daughter shout, "Dad, you have a call on line 2."
Shrugging, Danny sat behind his desk, took a short breath, and picked up the call, "Head of Hiring, Danny Hebert."
A smooth deep voice responded, and the thin man bristled at the cold tone, "Good morning, Godfather. I am Coil, a fellow independent in this salt-stained city of ours. I'd like to schedule an after hours appointment, to discuss terms of coexistence."
That familiar rage hit like a hurricane, "You fucking piece of shit. You call me here? Like this? You don't sound like some fucking teenager, so you're going to break the rules, square up with me in my own house?"
The cool tone didn't change a whit, "I know you too well by now, Godfather." Puzzled at that confusing statement, Danny stifled his rage to let the man finish, "This is a business proposition, much more in common with what you typically deal with than a street fight. But it would make everyone more comfortable if all interested parties are dressed for the occasion, and can speak in person."
He felt his heart drop at the implication that this stranger knew about Taylor.
"I'll be bringing an associate, Tattletale, so yours won't feel like she sticks out. And it's only fair that you have someone stalking around on overwatch, as I'll have someone in the shadows as well."
An annoyed tone creeped into the caller's voice, "I can't do anything to soothe your spirit between now and then, but I'll say this so you'll remember. This is very much not a threat. I aim to reach a mutually beneficial agreement. It's been made clear to me, all too much, that a direct confrontation can be... unacceptably damaging. Bring Blackjack, bring Shadow Stalker, and don't do anything that might cause you to miss out on this opportunity."
Danny seethed, but didn't trust himself to speak. After a moment, the voice continued.
"There is a pier, number 14, currently empty and awaiting maintenance. I will arrive by car, at 10:30 pm. See you tonight, Godfather."
As soon as the line disconnected, Danny swept the desktop phone off his desk, sending it crashing into the wall, a burst of broken plastic scattered across the room. Taylor and Sophia came rushing in, finding him stalking back and forth in front of his desk, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Close the door," Danny got out, "And then sit down. Something's come up."
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The view from the long flat concrete pier was interesting; to her left or right Taylor only saw stacks of tall containers on the parallel loading docks, high enough to block much of the view. Behind her she knew it was the bay, and the ocean beyond that, pitch black on a cloudy night like tonight. She breathed in deep, the clean sea air filling her lungs with a cleansing scent. It calmed her a little, that familiar touch point in this volatile situation.
In front of her though was the rising lights of Brockton Bay, a big city by most American standards, but not even in the top on the crowded Atlantic Coast. Still, it rose up before her like a glittering mountain, tall strings of glittering colors visible on the skyscrapers downtown, higher lights still visible past them on the hills behind the city.
She was in her Blackjack costume, a Tommygun slung over one shoulder. It had a tinkertech sight, courtesy of White Dynamite, and according to Alan Barnes, that meant the whole firearm would fall under PRT jurisdiction. The Hero cops would jam you up for plenty, but apparently not for carrying firearms. Some beef with the ATF. Her dress had been altered too, the slit up the side past her waist, and her tits held in the low cut top in the way only tinkertech could accomplish.
A limo turned down the access road and through the chain-link fence gate leading down to the pier. Nearby, on a stack of rusted old containers, Taylor knew that Sophia was set up with a long rifle, her months of practice making her quite the shot by now.
"Huh, right on time. The bastard."
'Godfather' was in costume as well, upgraded to a tuxedo lined with reactive armor plates. It was telling that Greg Veder could make proper armored clothing, but only for men.
They had researched Coil together after the call, the three of them, in Danny's office. It was fair to say they compromised the leadership of the Gentlemen's Agreement, their little code name for the illegal back half of the Dockworker's Association. There wasn't much on PHO, or online in general, other than a short description of Coil as an underworld figure in Brockton, not even a description or even confirmation of the existence of his powers.
Taylor didn't respond to her father's comment. She knew he had lost his temper earlier, and didn't blame him. Their plan to undermine the city's traditional gang relied on total secrecy, and so far it worked. If they could pull the plug on the ABB and let the Protectorate deal with Lung in the aftermath, then simply by being the last gang standing the Empire would become vulnerable. No competition for their activities meant no competition for law enforcement attention.
It would be a disaster if the existence of two masters running the remains of the Merchants was exposed to the PRT or the media.
Still, she stood with confidence, hands on her hips and a smile on her face, as the limousine turned to pull up, the right side facing the two of them, at a distance of about twenty feet.
The side door opened and a man came out, a tall thin man in a black skin-tight costume, a white snake wound up along one leg and ending at his chest. The man's face was covered fully by his mask, giving away nothing, but even so, he seemed unbothered. Following him was a girl in a purple costume, blond, and a little curvy too. She, on the other hand, was doing a poor job of covering up fear with brashness.
"Godfather. And Blackjack, I am Coil. And this is my Tattletale. Say hello, Tattletale."
"Nice dump you have here, you-" Her voice cut out as she slowly turned to face the black-clad man next to her, "No, no, you don't have to do this!" At the last, she turned to run, but 'Coil' reached out to take her by the back of the neck, a hand pulling some kind of rag out of a hidden pocket to cover her face.
Taylor tensed, but she followed her father's lead in simply observing the bizarre scene. After only a few moments of frenzied kicking and screaming into the sodden rag, the female cape went limp, falling in a heap at Coil's feet.
"I had no choice but to meet with you both on friendly terms, so I could put off making a decision she didn't care for until I got here. Don't worry about my Tattletale for now, we can discuss her later."
"That's some fucked-up shit, Coil," Godfather replied, "Calling me out, coming onto my turf, then putting a subordinate down in front of me."
"I don't disagree, but it was... necessary." The tall man took a moment to inhale, then seemed to stand a bit taller. "It's not easy for me to admit weakness, but I fear it may be necessary tonight."
Taylor opened the tap on her power, testing the Flayer against the man in front of them. To her shock, she felt... familiar grooves, like she had carved him up previously. She leaned in and whispered her observation to her father, who nodded in acknowledgement.
Coil continued, "So I come to you with an offer."
"Fuck you," Danny said, the full heat of his anger only slightly mollified by the man's conciliatory tone.
"You know," The snake-themed villain responded, "I did some background work on you. Spoke to shipping companies, staffing agencies." Seeing Godfather's body language intensify, Coil held up hands up, "All quite untraceable. Perfectly so in fact. And additionally my Tattletale did some snooping as well. You are a curious man, Godfather. Many men in your position would play ball with the great international shipping corporations, accept a bad contract in exchange for an offer to accept a job with them once your Association drove you out of town. Why not? The money certainly would have helped, when times were lean."
"Fuck you twice pal," Her dad spat out, "I'm not a rat. I'd rather die on these docks than sell them out for nothing. I do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay." Coil laughed a little at that, and Danny joined him, a low chuckle shared between the men. "Or honest enough, anyway. And if I can help some other Brockton scumbag like me keep his feet under him, work to better their lives, their families lives, then all the better."
"And that is what I bring. A contract of sorts. An agreement, and offer of, not quite partnership, then a need for skilled criminal labor." Coil slowly reached behind him, his masked head tilted, staring at Taylor and her father's hands on their guns, and withdrew a little pile of papers.
He held them out, "I'm afraid I'll need you to burn these in my presence, but if you agree to the terms spelled out, a more secure and private way of affirming our mutual understanding, tonight can be a win for us both."
Godfather stepped forward, taking the little packet and then shifted in place, angling his body to catch the light from a nearby floodlight.
He kept an eye on Coil, and Taylor stepped forward to nudge the still body of the girl lying just outside the limo. "Is she dead?"
"No," The black-clad man gloated, "Just taking a well-deserved nap. I'm afraid that I have uses for her now that without adjustment, she'd be impractically resistant to. There is an addendum regarding her in the contact I gave your f-" He stopped himself, "partner."
'Shit,' Taylor thought, 'He knows everything then, but how?'
"Huh," Her dad said, rifling through the papers, "You really think you can pull this off?"
"In six months, this Coil identity will be retired. But no human community can exist without an underbelly. I'm happy to have you run it for me, Godfather."
"With what, you as Crime Management?"
Coil's voice was as unconcerned as her father's was amused, "And you as Crime Labor, yes."
Taylor didn't get the joke, but Danny started laughing, then Coil joined in. After a moment, her dad stopped, chuckling darkly. "I'm going to take you to the cleaners pal, and you'll go gladly. None of this shit is going to be cheap, none of what you have here, and none of what I know we're really going to need to take down the Dragon and the Tin Klan."
"You'll find," Coil said smoothly, "I have a way to mitigate risk in commercial dealings. I have funding sufficient for the both of us." He stepped forward, tilting his head as if he was trying to see through Danny. "You really don't care? You'd accept fealty to me, if I meet your terms?"
Her father exhaled, "I've never met you, I'm pretty sure." Tapping the paper in his hands, he continued, "But you seem to know me pretty well. Listen, management is a rope around your neck, no thanks. If I die in my little Brockton Bay house, salt-stained walls and creaky floorboards, I'd call that lucky. But I have to ask, nowhere in here does it explain why Taylor and I both feel like we've met before, and left our marks on you."
Stepping back, the tall man stiffened, "Suffice to say, I thought myself a perfectly cautious man, and that was a dangerous thing to be wrong about. I am satisfied that neither of you are Heartbreaker, so if you are able, can you adjust the effects of your abilities, after the fact?"
Slowly Danny nodded, then Taylor followed.
"Good," Coil said with a small nod, "I thought as much. It's... necessary that you do so, and in good faith. I know how irrationally vindictive you can both be."
Taylor nodded at the crumpled blonde again, "And her?"
"Blackjack," Her father said with a smile, "She's just a girl who likes running her mouth a little too much. I think you know we both have a way to put a smile on her face."
Coil went back to discussing the terms of the agreement with her father, and she tuned it out, trusting him to make the right call. Bending down, Taylor pried open one of the unconscious girl's eyes, seeing an attractive sea-foam green iris looking back. Even asleep, the blonde had a sneer on her lips, and she wondered if the muscles had just gotten used to the shape. The costume wasn't designed to be flattering, but still, a nice pear sized set of tits complimented a round ass, both still could use a little enhancement granted by the tip of her father's cock.
"Hello, Tattletale," Taylor said quietly, looking at the girl's face, "We're going to get you fixed up right as rain."
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Chapter 17
"Who that?"
The loft that Sophia had been brought to by the Heberts so long ago had been claimed by Taylor and her dad as their private space, any card game, affairs, or bender recovery by other Association members being routed to Lazarette. Setting her bag down, the athletic black parahuman circled the strung up blonde girl, eyeing her close, meeting the bright emerald eyes of the other young woman and sizing her up.
The naked blonde was flat on her back, head up and moving around staring at Sophia as she settled in. Expertly tied ropes bound her limbs down to the legs at each corner, leaving her legs spread in a V, a little tuft of curly yellow carpet that seemed to match the drapes. Her face was cute, even behind a gag, a little nose wrinkling in outrage at her predicament. The blonde's tits were just perfect to fill your hand, and her ass looked tight enough to the black athlete, the tightly binding ropes highlighting all her assets. Their guest had a cute pinky pussy that she started to make plans for, then Sophia had a sudden thought.
"You Rune?"
Danny had kept the two of them apart, but with a spark of sharp-edged anticipation she wondered if tonight was her chance to make the Empire bitch choke on her pussy. Looking down at the bound girl, she realized it would practically no effort to snuff her out, just a few minutes texting her phone with one hand while using the other arm to cut off the blonde's air supply. Was daddy, uh, Danny planning on fucking this slut? Huh. Sophia reached out to the gag in the bound girl to get confirmation one way or the other.
One of her fingers hooked under the gag to pull it free of the girl's cute mouth, "Oh my god, get me out, please, there are two very twisted Masters in the other room, and they'll be coming back an-"
"Nope," Sophia said with confidence, "Not Empire material. Too smart."
A voice called out from the little bedroom in the back of the loft, "Sophie, hey baby." Her mom stepped out, a bright and inviting smile on her happy face, naked just like how her daughter liked it, and Sophia felt her mood immediately improve. The curvy older woman's hips rocked back and forth as she sashayed over, her hooded eyes taking in the sight of her warrior princess. Sophia eyed her mom's pussy, lips so much thicker than her own, and felt her body start to hum. Her mom's tits were heavy enough that her nipples pointed down, suckable dark chocolate caps crinkling in the cool air.
She opened her arms wide and gave her mother a hug, both of their lips meeting in a long soft kiss. The teenager put her arms up to give her mom's tits a gentle squeeze, turning firm, the flesh giving way to her eager fingers. In her palms, she felt her mother's nipples harden up, rolling as she moved her hands in small circles, enjoying the feeling of getting mama all horned up.
Glancing at the girl on the table, Sophia saw the bound girl giving her a betrayed look, eyes crestfallen over the restored gag.
Her mother was a sensual bonfire, black flame given life. Did this bitch expect Sophia to just cut her loose? Danny must have wanted this for a reason, and she didn't plan on disappointing him. Despite whatever cheer-slut energy the green-eyed bitch might be putting off, all Sophia saw when she looked down at her was gray meat, not even a person.
She began stripping her sweaty costume off, and as she stepped out of her boots, Sophia leaned over to strip off her shorts, "Who's the bitch?"
"That man that Godfather is doing business with asked him to straighten her out." Gloria produced a little pillow she had taken out of the bedroom, and set it on the floor, a place for her to rest her knees after dropping down to bring her to be eye level with her daughter's clean shaven cunt. As she got close, her breath brushed against her daughter's thighs, causing the flesh to stand up in response. Her mom was so fucking well trained by now that Sophia could let her take the initiative, and both of them would enjoy the experience.
She kept a hand on her mom's head, pushing it back for the moment but hissing in pleasure as the older woman used her fingers to tease her lips, "So she's a lesbian? Not for fucking long, I bet." Gloria's hand spread her pussy apart, fingers dipping inside and drawing little triangles on the tender flesh.
From the table, they both heard muffled shouts, and both mother and daughter shared an amused look. Jesus the girl was weak, Sophia couldn't imagine her as a sexual partner, only a sexual victim. It might be funny to pound her cunt and listen to the squeaks of protest, but it would be nothing like working some shit out with somebody of substance. Like Danny, or Taylor… or Sophia's own mother. Their darkly amused look hung like a spark between them, and they both laughed softly.
"No baby, just frigid with a sass mouth. Godfather thought it might be good to let her season a little. Mr. Coil said we could take our time with her, so he and Blackjack wanted to see what if it might be fun cracking a tougher nut."
Sophia had already lost interest. "Good for them. Eat my fucking pussy, mama." Lighting quick, she felt her eyes roll back and a smile cross her face as her mother's tongue slurped a long wet line from the very bottom of her pussy up to wrap for a moment around her clit. It wasn't hard for Sophia to keep her balance, and widened her stance to give her mom better access to feast on her puss. The soft roughness of the tongue drug itself over her vagina and squeezed her clit, the sensitive nerves sending burning jolts of pleasure through her body.
"Oh shit, that's nice," Sophia quietly muttered, and let her fingers play in her mom's hair. The long dark locks hung free, and she realized that must mean that her mom had showered in the loft, early enough that it had dried, and damn if that meant that her mom hadn't been walking around buck ass naked all afternoon. Sophia could picture the warm water pounding at her momma's titties, long hair wet and stuck to her back and hanging down over her ass. The black tresses were perfect for holding onto, the rich strands felt like silk in her grip, useful at times like this or for holding onto like reins as she plundered her mom's body with a strap-on. The sight of her mom's round cheeks on her heels as the woman leaned into to slurp suckle at Sophia's holes only bolstered the thought, her mom lapping up her juices like fine wine.
How hard would it be to get her mom to go around naked all the time? Tits out, ass available to anyone who wanted a piece, just a piece of fuck meat, but, one that Sophia had claim on any time she wanted. Could that shitbird Greg make something? Sherrel maybe? A thought for later.
"Turning," Sophia said, picking up her feet and presenting her toned ass to be worshiped by her mother. It put her in position to look at the quivering naked girl on the table. "You want to be a top? I'm a fucking top, and it's fucking amazing. You're a little skittish to want to be a bottom, that takes a kind of guts too, in its own way. But based on the fact you're tied to the table and your boss man ain't? I'm guessing what you want isn't going to matter one bit.
Giving the green-eyed girl a smile, she bent down, putting her hands on her knees. Sophia hissed as her mom's hands pulled her ass apart, that oh-so-smooth tongue swirling a tight spiral on her sensitive flesh. God, her life fucking ruled.
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"Emma, you know the rules. If you keep that up, we'll end up falling down the stairs."
Her daughter scoffed and Zoe only sighed. Teenagers could be so complicated.
The door to the loft was just in front of them, and the redhead frowned as she complied with her mother's request. It wasn't as if she needed to wait long to get her hands on her mom's body, she only had to wait until the door shut behind them.
Zoe had on a low cut dress, sluttier than anything any Barnes woman would have worn a month ago, but now possibly the single most concealing garment her mother owned, her nipples covered and least a quarter inch of skin below her ass tucked behind fabric. It made her body look amazing, she knew that, and had confirmation from all the boys down at the club who loved taking it off . Emma was naked under a big coat, judging correctly that it wasn't worth trying to find some old clothes of that Taylor's that might fit, her tits simply too big to hide under anything less than a small tarp. They weren't grotesquely large, maybe just a shade bigger than Zoe's friend Gloria's, but the big round titties looked like air balloons on her daughter's body. They swung heavily under the coat, and Emma moved deliberately, her body trained by her childhood friend to always think about her appearance. Her mom had picked her daughter up from the Hebert house special, so they both could join Danny and Taylor later for something special.
As if every day wasn't Christmas, New Years, and the Fourth of July all wrapped into one.
They stepped into the secluded dockside hideaway and could immediately see a naked girl tied to the table, blonde upstairs and down, as well as the Hess girls loudly munching away in a 69 on the couch. Sophia's clothes were strewn around the room, and they were both equally naked, hands exploring the other's bodies.
"I'm prettier," Emma muttered, walking up to the bound girl. She held her hand up to the blonde's face and flicked her nose, pulling a shriek of complaint out of their 'guest'. "Just remember, whoever you are, Taylor and I are best friends."
Emma shrugged off the coat, leaving her body naked, moving up to kiss her mother's back. Zoe felt the great pink mountains of her daughter's tits mash against her body and purred, the pure sexual thrill of knowing the taboo pleasures to come almost overwhelming her, both that she would receive and give, like a loving mother should. The short pink dress Zoe was wearing offered no resistance to her daughter's hands, moving to pull the top down and expose her mom's boobs. Emma's fingers squeezed the tender flesh, fingertips trailing down the edge of Zoe's breasts, rolling her mom's nipples between her fingers, and Emma began planting wet kisses on the soft flesh of her mom's back in front of her.
"I only get to play with you a little, when you're over, mom, ugh," She play-acted being put out, "It's not fair, Sophia fucks her mom all the time, all you do is get fucked all day by daddy's friend's from work." They both knew Emma didn't mean Alan.
Despite the pleading tone, Emma's eyes held only commands when Zoe glanced back. Her sweet little girl's hands weren't gentle as they tugged at her mother's nipples, twisting them as they watched Sophia and Gloria make love to each other on the couch. They both craved this, and her mom shook her body in anticipation and acceptance of her place.
Turning, Zoe Barnes reached down to cut her daughter's face, pulling her in for a long sensual kiss, their tongues meeting between their lips. A hint of fear remained in Zoe's eyes, and it was met with a look of satisfaction in her daughter's. Her little girl had taken all the best part of her soon to be ex-husband, leaving Alan as hollow as a reed. Emma had been wrong to bully Taylor, but not wrong to claim her place in the world. From time to time, as a treat, the Heberts had brought Zoe home like a forty dollar steak, a treat for Emma to use as a fuck doll all night long. Her daughter knew now that Taylor was her everything, and now Emma wanted her mom to see her the same way. Emma's hands guided her mother's face from below, pulling the taller woman down to melt in her daughter's grip..
Like Emma, her mom felt her little girl's tits, so much bigger now, the pale flesh leaving pink marks anywhere the woman squeezed them. She led them to the table, and picked her daughter up, laying her over the bound girl's legs, smiling in satisfaction as her youngest child spread her legs wide, exposing her sopping pussy. Silent commands lurked behind the passive posture of her child, and Zoe was quick to obey. Emma reclined like a queen, face so soft but eyes as fiery as her hair. By now, her mom was well trained on what to do and how to act, and Zoe had conformed to the expectations perfectly, eager to be the slut-mother to her darling little princess.
"What do good girl's say?" Zoe asked, reached into the bag she had brought from the club.
One of Emma's hands reached down to spread open her fat pussy lips, while other reached back to play with her hair, "Please fuck me any way you want," Emma purred, sending her mother a smoldering look. Her hair was a crimson halo around her beautiful face, red lips curled in a sneer of anticipation, fingers pulling at her pussy lips nearly as bright as her hair.
Zoe knew the next part was necessary, and even anticipating the pain made her weak at the knees. She arched her eyebrow, pausing and looking down at her daughter. Emma's eyes mixed a familiar sight of loving devotion and outraged spite, and her daughter sighed, "Please." Bending down, Zoe kissed her daughter's nose while a pair of small hands grabbed the woman's tits and squeezed hard, causing the older strawberry blonde woman to grunt in exertion from the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure.
After a long exquisite moment, Emma released her, and Zoe felt her body untense. "Thank you, baby." The wicked smile on both their faces showed them each just how much they enjoyed this game.
The teenager laughed and her mother joined her, the older woman leaning down to kiss her girl and put her in position. Emma wrapped her legs around her mom's waist and waited, then moaned loud, turning to make her pleasure unambiguously clear to this tied-up chick, whoever she was. Zoe's daughter let out a prideful noise, a kind of triumphant grunt to let the new bitch know just who was in charge. The redheaded teenager bucked her hips as her mom began feeding the plastic cock into her daughter, digging her heels into her mother's back like spurs, egging the woman on to get to it.
Playing up to the wide-eyed gagged blonde, Zoe put a false chiding tone to her voice. "Emma! I didn't raise you to be impatient like this!" A look of momentary anger in Emma's eyes softened to a shared moment of realization at the attempt to have a little fun with their audience.
Emma lifted both arms up to leisurely play with her mom's tits, "No, but Danny did. Taylor too. I love fucking you, mommy. Too bad dad was such a pussy fucking loser, but I have a new daddy now and he cums down my throat every night. Then, if I'm lucky, I get to suck his spermy mess right out from between his daughter's legs. She's pregnant, did you know that mom? So am I, and I bet you are too, if not by Danny then by some of the stinking longshoreman you bend over for. " while that wasn't entirely fair to the good men at Lazarette, Zoe just couldn't care right now, her little girl's masterful hands adding pain on top of pleasure on top of pain, her legs clamped tight around her mother's waist and her hands kneading Zoe's tits like dough.
They kissed, Zoe leaning down, and she began fucking her daughter in earnest. Pulling her hips all the way back, she slammed them forward, knowing that what Danny Hebert had given Emma was, among other things, the gift of toughness. She had it too, so when Emma bit her tongue it only ached lovingly, instead of feeling so much worse. Zoe panted and moaned as her baby girl suckled on her mother's wet wriggling tongue, teeth nibbling at the tender appendage. Despite who was on top, Zoe knew that Emma was in control, and it was her mother who had the desperate need to please the beautiful girl looking up at her with sharp, demanding eyes.
The blonde girl beneath them shifted her body and shouted into the gag, but Zoe had learned to tune out extraneous noise at the Lazarette, and Emma was just too far gone to care, her attention fully focused on her mom hovering over her.
"I hope you're keeping Daddy's friends happy at the club, mommy. First shift gets out at what, 4pm? So that's you airtight with three cocks in you by 4:15, right?" Her daughter's hands slapped Zoe's tits, tightening their grip to punctuate her taunting girl's sentences, "You should put on lesbian shows with Gloria, then just get blowbanged until you're both soaked in cum. More efficient. Don't you owe it to them to be the best slut you can? If you had used your brain since having me, maybe you wouldn't have wasted your time with that man so long."
Had they ever really been happy with Alan? Zoe had noticed other men before, but couldn't have imagined how rewarding it could be having three strong men make her airtight, filling her holes with what felt like yards of throbbing hot cock. She learned their names, their favorite dinners, and all the little sexual fantasies the men kept hidden from their wives. She was their home away from home, happy to give them all they needed that they couldn't get elsewhere.
That first week she went to bed most nights soaked in cum, jaw aching in the lovely way that helped her know she had settled into a good new routine. Her cunt had gaped, the mixed fluids of a dozen men oozing out of her open hole. It had smeared her hair, matting it down, and she had woken up with her whole body glued to her sheets, Gloria waking up next to her and laughing. Her ass had been so full of swimmers that the woman thought she might explode. Zoe bore it all like a cloak of ownership, giving her body away to deserving men.
And Emma? So beautiful! Her little angel had sprouted a pair of tits and a queen-sized ass that anyone would be lucky to have, and amazingly, it was Emma that was the lucky one. Danny and Taylor had taken such an interest in her, letting her daughter live with them, carry one of Danny's children, and thankfully Taylor had forgiven Emma all that terrible, inexcusable behavior. They were best friends again, and that thought alone was enough to make Zoe feel like an amazing mom.
The sounds around them filled her ears, and she let herself get carried away, hips driving the stiff plastic cock in and out of her daughter, the slowing sound of a post-coital Gloria and Sophia devolving into an aftercare cuddle pile, the sound of flesh on flesh slaps echoing in the room, it ll combined in a roaring swirl that almost made the room feel like it was spinning-
"Pinch my tits!" Emma squealed, and Zoe realized, a little embarrassingly, that she'd been daydreaming, the staccato slapping sound of her thighs against her daughters almost hypnotic. She hoped Emma wouldn't be too mad, they had hooks at the club and her daughter was a master now in using them. Her hands found the soft pillowy clouds that were her daughter's breasts, and she began massaging them, timing her thumbs flicking Emma's nipples to match the rhythm of the plastic rod that her mother was slamming into her. Her fingers sank into the soft titty flesh, the circular motion causing Emma's eyes to roll back in ecstasy. The other end of the strap-on bounced between Zoe's legs and she felt her own climax getting close, almost like her darling daughter was fucking her back.
"Cum for mommy, baby. Show mommy that you love her." Sweat poured from her forehead, cascading down onto Zoe's tits and onto Emma below her. Both of their bodies rocked together, in time, synchronized in lustful harmony. Her lighter hair hung down framing the crown of fiery red hair around Emma's gorgeous features.
The dirty talk earned her a laugh, thick with derision but a hint of affection audible, at least to her mother, and Zoe looked over to see Sophia and Gloria, wrapped in each other's arms, fingering each other absently and looking on. Emma's need for control always competed with a love of performance and she gave her mom a long kiss, looking over to make sure their audience got an eyeful.
The black women were sitting arm in arm, Sophia's leg draped over her mother's both sitting side by side on the couch. They looked a little tired, but neither seemed to be interested in stopping the fun. As they watched, both of the other mother and daughter pair leaned back, legs entwined, relaxing into a scissoring position. Their pussies seemed to be kissing, lower lips mashing together as both women humped their bodies in time.
Below her, Emma's hair was a crimson blanket spread out beneath the teenage beauty. The older woman grabbed her daughter's ankles, pushing them back to angle the girl's ass up and off the table, giving the strap-on that much more depth to penetrate. Emma's ass wobbled with each strike, both off their tits clapping together. The dildo distended her daughter's belly, the flesh stretching as Zoe showed no mercy, taking advantage of every bit of enhanced toughness that Danny had given Emma.
"Harder!" Emma's voice was nasty and needful, "More!"
Speeding up, Zoe looked down seeing her daughter's body bouncing below her, dildo sawing and out at a brutal pace. Her special girl had lost the ability to form words at some point after that, only mindlessly grunting at each thrust, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and drool running down her chin onto the rando below them both.
Emma's orgasms were never quiet, Zoe knew from nights spent tied up face first between her daughter's legs, and the beauty howled her pleasure right into the blonde's face, her head turning to face the other teenager. 'God, she's a rotten like bitch,' Zoe thought with an affectionate smile, 'But she's my bitch.'
"Mom! Keep! Going! Fuck! Good!"
Her mother was in no hurry to stop, loving the happy joyful expressions racing over her daughter's face. "Cum, baby. Your body is made for sex, just spread your legs and enjoy yourself Emma. Think about how much fun we're going to have with Anne when she comes home from college." Her hands stroked her youngest daughter's red face, touching her lips and caressing them with care, Emma's little mean streak forgotten as her baby suckled on her mommy's fingers.
That pushed Emma over the edge, their mother suggesting the thought of her prim and proper older sister being bred by Danny, and put in place under both the redhead and their mother, made to serve both. "Yes mama!" Zoe's daughter cried, "Fuck!" The legs around Zoe's waist tightened for a long moment, Emma's orgasm lasting for what seemed like an impossible amount of time, then they released, kicking wildly as the aftershocks set in.
Angry shouting was coming from the girl below them as Emma's kicking legs finally stopped shivering, and after Zoe helped her daughter to stand, they could see the source of the bound girl's irritation. A pool of girlcum has been smeared all over the blonde's lap, a mix of both of the Barnes' juices. Normally they'd clean it up, but Danny had given them all firm instructions.
Naked, they walked hand in hand to go occupy themselves with the Hess girls until the main event started.
-
"I have a good idea of what his power might be, dad."
Taylor took off her Blackjack mask, her hair matted beneath it after the lengthy session with the other villainous cape.
"Taylor, it's fine to speculate, but I felt it too. Whatever Coil's exact power is, he's not in any hurry to be in the same room with us if he can help it."
Gloria and Zoe's cars were both already at the loft, so that likely meant that Sophia and Emma were too, perfect. "I don't remember Flaying him, but fixing it is proving to be pretty damn complicated."
They both knew, as Coil did, that fixing him would mean leaving behind a pile of buried efforts that would make it very difficult for the man to hurt them. Neither were capable of anything quite as exact as 'Mind Control', but between the two of them, they could sort of fake it. Regardless, he would be providing the Gentlemen's Agreement enough cash to let them start making big moves against the ABB.
A final request had been to provide the man a little sexual relief, and Coil had even provided the raw material.
Climbing the exterior stairs, Taylor began untying her shoes, impatient to see the sights. Following Godfather in, she was not disappointed, all four mothers and daughters in a daisy chain, and somebody had taken the liberty of turning the tied up Tattletale to bear witness to the debauched display. The four girl party was a little color wheel of fun, Emma and Zoe of a type, mother lighter haired than her daughter but both beautiful, their pale skin almost beet red from the hard work. Zoe had her face between Emma's legs, while the mostly reformed bitch was slurping at Gloria.
Sophia and her mother made quite the contrast, the daughter long and lean, skin a bit darker than her mother's own chocolate flesh. Gloria was clearly enjoying Emma's enthusiastic affections while the woman ate out her daughter, who in turn was lapping at Zoe. Together it was obscenity in action, eight bare tits shaking as women both gave and received pleasure, faces stuffed into the cunt in front of them. Taylor would join in, if they didn't have plans.
"Hey girls," Her dad said, shedding his tuxedo jacket, "Daddy's home."
A chorus of happy voices called out, and all four of their sluts got up to go kneel in front of them, tits squished between arms, hands at their sides, waiting to be instructed to do anything more complicated than breathing. Emma and her creamy white skin kept glancing up, as if Taylor and her dad wouldn't notice the thick coating of girl cum on her lips and chin. Zoe's tits were so pink and swollen from her daughter's hands that she made a mental note to send the woman home with a little cream. Gloria looked down, black hair covering her upper body like a shroud, eyes locked on the floor like a good wench, and Taylor couldn't help but admire how tame the would could be with them, and how tight a ship she ran at the Laz.
And Sophia? She kept looking at Lisa. Because of course she was.
"Did you all have fun waiting for us?" Four voices began reciting the events of the day, and her dad took it all in with a content smile.
Taylor had quickly shed her own clothes, and now only had eyes for her father, helping him remove his new costume carefully. Her hands traced his muscles as she took off his shirt, and the teenager noted just how much stronger he'd become since he'd brought in more girls, each new bitch, adding a bit more to the total. His mustache had been joined by a small beard, and his eyes looked at her whenever she stepped in front of him, deep and rich with affection. Taylor pressed her tits against him as she worked, feeling like the luckiest girl on Bet.
Finally, Danny stood nude, his cock standing up straight as he eyed his daughter and the four women arrayed in front of them. "You girls can have fun with each other, but make sure she can see. And moms with daughters, she needs to see what she's in for." As Gloria and Sophia sat on the touch, angled toward each other so they could play with their pussies, Zoe and Emma sat on the floor, daughter in her mom's lap, the elder Barnes stroking her daughters tits, tugging at the nipples and nibbling on her ear.
Taylor idly wondered about trying to spread their message past their group, once they had secured their position. Make Brockton a haven for girls like her, who loved their daddies? Daughters bouncing on laps, cocks nestled into little teeny cunts like hers on the bus? It was enough to set her mind on fire.
The naked girl on the table had been silent and chalk white since they walked in. According to Coil, she never shut up, so this was already an improvement. Danny gestured for Taylor to take position on the right side of the table, and he took the left. Her father didn't want to scare her, really, and found their new business associates tone somewhat disagreeable, but still, the girl needed to be helped to understand the way of things. Taylor though had less compassion, she had never liked the smart-mouthed girls at school, and she figured than having her holes drilled by Danny was probably the luckiest thing that could happen to a girl.
"Like a blank canvas," Her father said, running a finger up the girl's bare leg. He let it linger on the little tuft of blonde hair between her legs, then dipped it inside her pussy, pulling it back to reveal a string of arousal dripping from the long digit. "Biology betrays us every time. Taylor, let's start with what we talked about." Her dad was being gentle, moving quickly to get it over with. They both ignored the horror-filled expression on Lisa's face, knowing it would change soon enough. What would Coil have done if she and her dad weren't around? Really, they were doing her a favor.
There wasn't a single thing that Tattletale could have said to change things, so for now, they had decided to leave the gag in. The girl's heaving breasts rose up and down as she breathed deep, anticipating whatever came next. She knew, and knew that her dad knew, that this was a far cry from getting revenge on her bullies, but if they were ever going to be truly safe in Brockton, then giving Coil his new pet would help make that happen. Taylor leaned down to put her mouth up close enough for her breath to raise hairs on the parahuman blonde's right ear.
"It's not like your real dad cares if you're alive or dead," She muttered, and it was like a live wire had been dropped across their guests chest. 'Lisa' screamed into the gag, a denial perhaps, but it was feeble even through the thick fabric.
She writhed, eyes closed tight, but that wouldn't deter Blackjack.
Inhaling, Taylor thought hard, putting an edge on her Flayer, "Anything you could ever want, just earned bouncing on his dick." The knife in her mind made quick long cuts, severing any thought of security beyond the faint connection to her current employer. It left parts of the girl's mind connected in a way that they hadn't been, before Taylor started, new thoughts bubbling up to the forefront of the blonde's mind.
On the other side, her dad was loosening the girl's bonds, hands and feet still tied but with enough slack to move her around. Neither of them felt any malice towards the girl, and compared to the breaking of some of the other women in the room, this was practically gentle. Their guest's mind was already so fractured between traumas and identities that it felt more like fixing something than breaking it. Badness spilled out of her mind as Taylor stitch it back together in a healthier way. 'Lisa', or 'Sarah', or whoever the fuck this Tattlegirl girl really was had already been put half on her side, and Danny completed it, leaving the girl facing his daughter, her soft round ass pointed toward him, knees together and hands pulling at her bonds, trying feebly to break free.
"Wouldn't you feel safer, selling your body to a big man like him?"
With a wet slipping sound, her dad was fucking this skank, and Tattletale's eyes flew open, a thousand plaintive begging dreams dying in her eyes as her green eyes stared into Taylor's own. This bimbo should feel lucky, Taylor could sense the hard life she had been living, and now all she'd need to do is ride Coil's fuckstick and in return she'd have all the shopping trips a blonde like this could ever want. 'Tattletale's body rocked back and forth, the sound of her daddy's dick pistoning in and out of her in a steady rhythm filling the room with soft wet sounds. Her eyes had started out blank, but now they looked unfocused, darting around the room, her father's power hard at work adding its own shaping effect onto Taylor's more brute force efforts in the girl's mind.
She felt annoyed at the blonde's intransigence, "Don't look at me blondie. I fucking love my dad. You'll forget what it's even like to live without sucking his dick every morning." Coil had told them about the Undersiders, desperate low level cape criminals in dire need of supervision. Lisa had been caught shoplifting, likely off to cape jail if the tall man hadn't taken her in. Taylor's life was so much better now as a partner to her dad, and while Coil might never see this girl as an equal, being at his right side was better than being a street level criminal middle manager. Life long love, Danny and Taylor were making sure of that on both sides, and partnership. What's not to like?
Her dad was grunting, one hand squeezing Tattletales tits, the other gripping a leg, giving him leverage. Danny rocked the little skank back and forth, his face showing his exertion, short sharp breaths coming quickly. Good. Her dad didn't need to waste his time playing with this girl, he had his own daughter to fuck, along with her friends.
Taylor felt it through the connection to her Flayer, the shifting priorities in the blonde girl rolling like balls in a spinning cage. Her father was cumming, his sperm spraying in this frigid girl, and it was wiping her mind clean, letting him help her reform her priorities.
What had Coil asked for? 'Pliant, but still intact, her ability is useful to me. My... unplanned exposure to you and Blackjack inflamed certain appetites, and it only seems wise to use the girls I have to satisfy them. I'll play the doting father, and her the smitten daughter, no matter the physical incongruity. I think you'll both be up to the task.'
In truth, the man vaguely creeped Taylor out, but her dad said that management always did that, it was practically their job. As long as the contract paid, and the stuffed suits stayed out of the day-to-day business, that was a win for both sides of the Association.
As her father pulled his cock free of the blondes leaking pussy, Taylor leaned over to take it in her mouth, her lips sealing around the base and pulling back, scraping all the mixed cum and fluids into her mouth.
"God damn, Taylor," Her dad said, his whole body shivering, "Fuck that's good."
Her eyes flashed in delight as she hovered over the blonde girl's blinking face. Tattletale blinked, no longer relevant tears clearing from her eyes, and looked around as if she was seeing the world for the first time. Opening up her power, Taylor could sense all kinds of hurt she could put on the blonde girl, all of it now focused on her loving relationship with Coil. Taylor opened her mouth and the slimy liquid spilled out, the girl beneath her opening her own lips as if by reflex. They kissed, a long sloppy make out, until both their faces were smeared with a mix of the bound girl and her father's sex.
"I'm Taylor," She said, searching the other girl's eyes, "Are you ready to be a good girl for your daddy?
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Chapter 18
Even in her own ears, she could barely hear the sound of her feet running along the dockside quay, the dark still air of the bay whizzing past her ears as she put her time running track to good use.
"No eyes out, the last one went inside the ship. You're clear."
The Chinese ship's name translated to 'Deep Green Traveler', but Sophia figured it might as well be named 'Toast'. There were no capes aboard, not that they could tell, the operation to smuggle cash into Brockton a leftover intelligence operation rather than a modern one that might include parahumans. The cell of operatives that accepted the cash and funneled it to the ABB operations were all older men, not foot soldiers, and it seemed unlikely Lung had any idea it was happening.
That meant cutting off that flow of cash should be just as hidden, at least at first.
She phased, turning into a cloud of smoky shadows, and her momentum carried her over the open water and onto the four story high deck of the vessel. It had been in port two days, unloading freshly caught seafood near the replenished stocks along the Atlantic coast, and typically tonight would be the handoff.
Dim light from the recessed waterproof LED bulbs scattered as she phased back, tinkertech pink sneakers giving off no sound as they slapped on the metal floor panels of the exterior ship hallway.
'For girls that should be seen, not heard,' Greg had announced, and it had taken all of Sophia's self-control not to roundhouse kick him in the god-damned throat, even after 'Lube-Job' made him apologize.
Still, they were handy.
Coming up on drop zone one, she crouched then leapt up to the railing, reaching up and pulling on the roof above her to pull her body up on top of the ship. From here, she could see a rat's nest of cables, antennas, and other electronic garbage certainly seemed like evidence for her that this was a spy ship.
Godfather figured the government knew, but had decided to just keep an eye on it rather than intervene. Better the father you know than the one you don't.
Weak-ass shit is what she calls it.
Towards the back was the main exhaust. She climbed and stepped carefully, moving swiftly and confidently around the crowded surface. At the large belching smokestack, her eyes narrowed behind her mask, seeing the grate keeping anything from falling down into the engine. Like birds or fish.
Or a big fucking bomb.
Snarling, she pulled out a little pair of pliers, looking around to confirm that the grate wasn't wired to a sensor or anything. Seeing nothing, Sophia began clipping enough tines on the grate to let her wedge the bomb inside. Along the bottom of the shoe-box sized package was a sticky substance, and attached to the other side was a rope. She lowered the device down until it was out of sight, then pulled and jerked the rope until she hard a soft thud, the bomb making contact with the side of the exhaust.
There it would stay until the ship was safely out of Brockton Bay, and then it would drop into the engine.
Not exactly the life she had envisioned for herself, but it did beat crawling over rooftops and crossbowing rapists.
"Touchdown," She said into her mouthpiece, and began to push the grate back into place. It looked a little janky up close, but at a distance should be fine. Stepping back, Sophia took a moment to look around her. She could see the pair of vans parked up at the top of the pier, filled with their best men along with Godfather and Blackjack. Taylor and her dad got all sappy when Sophia did badass shit like this, and it made her feel a little mushy inside.
Of course, her mother had her own way of making Sophia feel special, and she looked forward to taking her mom into the extra-large shower they had installed in the loft.
Bending down, Sophia leapt again, phasing into her gaseous form and floating down to the stacks again. Her weight barely registered on the large steel structure, and then she was running again. Right about now, some capes that belonged to Coil, their new partner, would be staging a fight that would prevent the local CUI agent from coming to the dock. This ship had never stayed in port, any port, longer than two days, so they expected it to leave without making the cash transfer tonight.
And then, after her gift was delivered, never again.
Could she fight Lung? A younger Sophia would lie and say she could, filled with false confidence that had never panned out in the real world.
No, Shadow Stalker wasn't a good match up for Lung. But could she lead him into a trap? Into a prepared space that would let Danny and Taylor to team up on him?
Maybe Sophia could do that.
At the end of the row, the steel storage container stacks tapered off like a long staircase. She jumped down each one, phasing to ease the fall, until her pink girly sneakers were on the salt-encrusted concrete of the quay. Sophia kept running through the dark until she hit a line of bushes, and finally she stopped, hands on her hips, the triumphant grin on her face almost painful.
She peeled her mask off, using her cloak to wrap it and the other ancillary parts of her costume in it, then she just looked like an athletic young black woman out for a stroll. Walking through the greenery, she made her way to the back edge of the Dock parking lot, knocking on the back door of one of the vans.
It opened, and Taylor's feathered mask stared back at her, the brunette badass's grin below it matching the one on Sophia's own face.
"Good fucking work, Shadow Stalker. Let's go celebrate."
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"Oh no! The darkness!"
Regent was having entirely too much fun, a grin on his face that only Brian could see. With his smoke billowing out to blanket the intersection, only he could see his fellow costumed villain exiting his wrecked stolen car, standing still waiting for his teammate to come get him.
This whole night was fucking weird. Three grand each to stage a cape fight, and arrange a car accident. Alec had been waiting in an idling stolen junker, and as Brian engaged Circus, he let a huge cloud of his black smoke out into the street, right into traffic. Most of the cars got out, but a puke green hatchback had been their target, and as the smoke had begun to billow, Alec, Regent in costume, rammed it in a head on collision. If that wasn't enough, Brian stepped in to make sure the engine was smashed, his smoke invisible to him, but blinding and deafening the two Asian men who stepped out of the car, shouting in fear.
Moving on from their successfully smashed-up target, he walked about twenty feet to get Alec, placing a hand on his shoulder and smirking a bit as the younger parahuman flinched a bit before putting his too-cool affect back on. Even knowing that only Brian was watching, the little French-Canadian asshole wouldn't let himself look weak.
"You take unreasonably long showers," Alec said, a smile in his voice, "And everybody knows you want the last piece of pizza, but you're too chickenshit to eat it."
They might as well be alone in the world, as his smoke hid them from the hearing and vision of anyone outside it. Circus had vanished as soon as the car wreck started to happen, and as soon as they left, the cops would show up in force.
And hadn't that been a fun surprise, to go on top of the shit-sundae of new developments the leader of the Undersiders had been dealing with. A week ago, Lisa had come clean that Coil was her sponsor, and primary source of cash, then she had skipped town, at least according to the mysterious villain himself. Coil had called Brian, arranged for a payout to assuage his worries, and let him know that Lisa, Tattletale, was simply occupied doing something else.
The promises that the irritating blonde would soon reappear were only slightly reassuring. It wasn't as if Brian could go to the cops if she didn't, Coil could have done anything to her.
As they passed between two buildings into a narrow street, Brian began to let the gaseous cloud of pitch black smoke behind him dissipate, causing he and his teammate to emerge into the dim light of the city. He had on his painted biker helmet, and Alec his jester shit, but with no one around, it felt like it always did, like a silly way to make a living.
"You good? Nothing broke?"
"Huh," Regent said, patting himself down, "How fucked up is it that you think to ask that before I do? I guess I was just in a car accident, shit. Yeah, I'm good."
The specifics of who to bring had been left up to Brian, and he had decided to leave Bitch out of it. Her dogs would just complicate things and they weren't looking to end up on the news, or on the radar of the Protectorate. It would look like a simple cape fight, with no fatalities, probably no injuries, just a minor car accident as a result. Shit that wouldn't make any part of the Brockton Times.
He had a burner just for tonight, using it to text the confirmation to the number that Coil gave him, then he tossed the phone into a dumpster, just as Alec spoke up again.
"So, the new boss man have any other fifteen minute jobs that pay a fortune?"
Brian respected Lisa, kind of, but didn't get why she was so secretive about things. He told Bitch and Alec about Coil, and Rachel hadn't given a shit at all, and all Regent did was make poop jokes. All that stress that Tattletale had been carrying around, and for what? A sense of control? Brian did not understand that girl.
"I'll let you know," He said, and congratulated himself on not giving Coil's number to Alec. He'd only get himself in trouble.
They both began taking their costumes off as they approached Brian's car. He had a nice one, but not flashy, just a dark gray Mustang, a few years old. The interior was top of the line, the result of him having lots of small bills to get rid of, and as they got in, the sound system filled the car with New Jack Swing. Pulling out into the other side of the block, they merged into traffic and became just another pair of jaded Brocktonites, who wouldn't so much as stop their car to watch a cape fight unless somebody nationally famous was involved.
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"No, you don't... that's stupid man. There's no circumstance where I'd believe you."
Sounds of conversation filtered in through the frosted windows and heavy door outside their lair.
"So, Brian, you believe in Scion, and Powers, but not the Loch Ness Monster?" Alec's voice was pitched high, he clearly was enjoying that he had succeeded in causing his teammate to lose his cool.
"NO!" The tall black teenager said, opening the door, "Fuck no, I don't believe in Scion. I know that Scion is real. Nessie is not, so no, I won't give you the 'Benefit of the Doubt' if you told me that you saw her in the bay."
They both came in carrying groceries, and as Lisa looked, she could see they had stopped by the rich people Aldi out by the North End of town. A better use of Alec's payout cash than letting him buy a bunch of new videogames.
"That's fucked up," The curly-haired Canadian boy said, faking outrage, "You can't give me one? Just one freebie, to believe me if I claim I see something? You don't trust me man, how can we work as a team if you don-"
His conclusion was cut off as they shut the door behind him, turning with grocery bags in their hands to see Lisa sitting at the dinner table in front of her laptop. A momentary silence stretched out until finally she couldn't take it anymore.
"Go ahead, boys. Ask."
They clamored forward, rushing to put their bags down and pepper her with questions. Sweetly, Brian seemed concerned if she was ok, but Alec seemed most intrigued by her new look.
"I left all your stuff alone, did he hurt you?"
"Pink highlights? And your T-shirt says 'Fuck Meat' in Italian, it's close enough to French I can tell."
"We got paid tonight, but you would have been there if I knew you were around, do you want a share?"
"Did you get an express boob job? You're not wearing a bra, and your tits are entirely unmanageable."
Breathing in, Lisa put a smile on her face, running a finger over her ear tuck a rogue strand of blond hair back under one of her piercings.
"Let me answer those in order. I am fine, Coil needed me to attend a kind of training, and it took longer than anybody expected. He thought I would be back quickly, but Brian, you did good while I was gone. Gold star. Yes, these are highlights, and I love them, the same way I love this shirt. It's called fashion, look it up. Brian, that's nice, but I wasn't on scene. If you weren't planning on paying Rachel, you wouldn't pay me. And yes," Lisa said, earning a shocked expression from both boys, "New tits! Very exciting. Daddy got them for me, aren't they great?"
Silence greeted her explanation. Lisa shrugged, turning in the chair, her bright pink shorts squeaking as she shifted back to plotting out social media accounts connected to the ABB. The tight plasticine fabric hugged the curves of her bubble butt, the roundness only enhanced by it's concealment. She was proud to wear them, and had picked them out special just for her Daddy to see her in. Her feet were in tall matching pink boots with high heels, and the shirt that Alec noticed was brief, exposing just a hint of underboob, which for Lisa was still quite a lot of boob.
"Um, you're uh... huh." Brian had finished putting away their groceries, shutting the fridge door with an audible 'clack'.
Alec shut a pantry door, leaving an open bag of chips in his hands, "Like, aggressively slutty. Shockingly so, and I should know, I've seen some shit, but tabernac, that's something else."
She shrugged, "I just gave in, you know."
"Is this why you wouldn't tell us about Coil?"
It wasn't, but Brian was drowning for an explanation. She sighed theatrically, "A girl needs a little bit of privacy, you know? I was just enjoying keeping it a secret. But daddy has big plans in motion, and it was time for me to let it all out."
"Is he," The black teenager asked quietly, "Your actual father?"
Lisa snorted, "I fucking wish. Nope, just a sugar daddy and boss, rolled into one."
Neither of her teammates seemed to know how to respond to that, and so she shooed them off, to get back to what she was doing. She had gotten a confirmation text from Coil, letting her know that the job was done, and she had immediately gone to work tracing the network of ABB assets that might also be CUI agents too. They had the name of the driver, and moments after the accident he had texted several people. Using the logs from a nearby cell tower, she tracked down any other phones sending a high volume of texts in Chinese at the same moment.
Finding another, she marked it down as likely the passenger in the ABB cash pickup car.
It was funny, Lisa used to be afraid that people only wanted her for her mind, but now Coil wanted her everything. It made her feel sexy and smart and desired and safe, all in one, and all that nastiness that had gone on between them seemed like a distant memory. Now Lisa could appreciate his business empire, and her place in it. She was his baby girl, and chief analytical engine, as happy to suck his cock in the shower as doing what she was doing now, using her power to fuck some other unlucky person over.
The interconnected nature of social media often presented little tide pools, micro-communities within communities of isolated members. The driver had texted a foreign number sixteen times in the two hours since the incident, and backtraceing that number led her to find it was pinging off a cell tower next to the pier where the Deep Green Traveler was docked, or had been. It just pinged off a tower on the north side of the bay, on its way out to sea.
Using that number as a reference, Lisa began collating connected numbers, noting whenever those numbers intersected. It painted a picture of a cell of six people, the two in the car earlier, and four others, all ABB affiliated, five of them Brockton locals, at least on paper. Tracing their documentation would take assets she didn't have on hand.
Idly, she reached up under the thin white fabric of her shirt to stroke her nipple, not particularly caring if her teammates saw her. Lisa's power told her that despite their burning curiosity, that both boys were too intimidated by her to try anything, and that was fine by her. She only had eyes for one hunk of dark chocolate.
Why had she been so... intractable at first? That was a rhetorical question, one that her power still answered. Lisa, Sarah, had been a product of her upbringing. Judeo-Christian values inherited from her parent's ill-prepared upbringing, a childhood being given a set of social and cultural mores that said that no, girls shouldn't show their tits off, that no, you shouldn't want to suck dick all the time, that no, no, no way should you let an older man fuck you full of cum then make you get on the ground to lick his cock clean.
And the Heberts had said, 'Fuck that.'
Cleaning her head free from all that garbage had taken days, complicated by her power trying to claw her mind back together. Taylor and Danny had needed to tame her mind, body, and parahuman ability, and while it had been complicated, Lisa had emerged out the other side better for the experience.
Her phone rang, and she felt a deep jolt of lust seeing the name. 'Gerschwin HVAC', her daddy's code name. She picked it up, and his deep dulcet tones rang in her mind, her pink lip-sticked lips curling up in a lovesick grin.
"I'm here," Lisa knew better than to get all mushy when a job was on.
"I have confirmation that the second objective was achieved. Do you have need of it any longer?"
Lisa shrugged, eyes dancing over the growing spreadsheet, "No, I think they're out of cell range of the city anyway."
A beat of silence, then his voice again, a hint of something new to the confident tone, "Good. Then I await you at home, once you're finished. Please, take your time to find a way to surprise me. You're so good at that."
He hung up, and Lisa's mind swam. So many scenarios filled her mind. Daddy loved shaming her, debasing her, forcing her to walk nude through his home, and take on the role of a daughter. Lisa's round new ass hanging in the breeze, tits out in the cool air of his underground lair, the very image of a properly broken sex slave. She knew the power that her body gave her and used it like an instrument, rubbing her breasts against Coil's chest, kissing a path down his body with her soft pink lips, tongue swirling over the head of his cock. Her daddy needed Lisa, and Lisa needed to be queen, a price he was perfectly happy to pay in big fat six figure amounts.
The old her would be tearing her fingernails clawing at the walls, but Lisa now just pitied that kind of thinking. Thanks to Danny and Taylor, she had bright pink nail polish on and a two-hundred and seventy five thousand dollar position in Miltech stocks to monitor.
Coil had been good and trapped, thinking he was going to meet a simple Union official and compel him to let Thomas Calvert become influential in the organization. Taylor has sat in on the meeting, to gain a bit of experience in these sorts of things, and when Danny lost his temper Coil had produced a firearm, aiming to have fun in that timeline before dropping it.
After shooting her father, Taylor had spent an hour prying his brain apart, both Coil's in either timeline trapped in a near comatose state before the teenaged girl let her father's killer die.
In the timeline left, Coil had found himself lying flat on his side in his lair office, the mental scars still present but the physical echoes gone along with the broken body in the discarded timeline. He had been terrified beyond belief, to have blundered into a situation where a Master had been able to humble him so thoroughly.
The next day, he had gone in, disposed of the daughter, and had her father repeat the experience. At least this time, the man had killed him in minutes, instead of stretching things out. Danny's ability wasn't quite as effective as Taylor's, but it got the job done, Coil kept frozen out of the sheer trauma of forcing himself through Danny's daughter's programming had put him back on the ground, where the dockworker did his 'take a little, give a lot' thing to fuck over her boss daddies mind. None of it had been clean, meant to last, so the bleedover into the Coil 'safe' in his office had been catastrophic. Neither Hebert had killed him with their powers, but they were a blue collar family, and while it had taken Taylor an hour to get tired of stabbing her father's killer with a set of scissors, Danny had just kicked the man to death.
Blech.
Coil had been a wreck after that, mind addled, his whole worldview knocked sideways. On the third day, he had come in, choosing to be conciliatory, explaining that he was a parahuman, and that he wanted to work together with them. Things had gone well at first, until Taylor Hebert recognized the damage to his mind that only she could cause, and his refusal to explain it had led to them both working him over for hours, Coil having chosen not to bring a firearm, in a spirit of goodwill.
The fourth day, he canceled his appointment again, and called instead, laying the groundwork without exposing himself to premature examination.
Her daddy had brought her to that first face-to-face meeting to hold the Hebert's attention, and it had worked. Among other things, Coil was no longer able to even imagine violating the trust of the Heberts without collapsing, and had inherited a certain fondness for taboo roleplay. It hadn't been a very good plan, borne out of desperation, but then again her daddy didn't have her around to advise him at that point.
Her old father was a self-obsessed shit, a person who never should have had kids, incapable of feeling anything for anyone beyond a certain bland fondness for a wife who backed him up no matter what. Now Lisa had a father that cared, and even if that care came second-hand by the way of 'Godfather's ability, she didn't mind. They had come with plans for a shared living space, her daddy and her, and Lisa was leaning hard into pink frills and delicate underwear. Not enough time had passed for her to still be sure that Coil would keep loving her, so Lisa planned on making herself as sexually and operationally indispensable as possible. Every twisted thought that came to Coil's mind she'd turn into reality, and soon he wouldn't even hide them, his entire mind laid bare for his 'little girl' to mine for ideas.
She closed the laptop, licking her lips imagining her daddy's big black cock twitching between them, and heard a gasp. Standing she saw that Brian and Alec had gotten up from their video game and were staring out the window.
Joining them, she saw a tiny pinprick of light in the bay, on fire, and a little flotilla of boats racing out to meet it.
"Huh," She smirked, "Wonder what that's all about."
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