Chapter 19
Sunlight crept through the shades on the bedroom window, the heat on Taylor's face gently rousing her. As a condition to all the changes in their lives, she had asked her father to delay his starting hours to at least an hour past dawn, and one of the fringe-benefits was this.
She stretched, yawning, mouth opening wide as she cleared the cobwebs from her mind. Taylor slept nude, teenage body stretched out under the sheets in the bedroom she shared with her father, the warmth of the night still trapped with her beneath the covers. The sunlight fell on her face, lighting up her features as she yawned, her mind lighting up for the day. Taylor shifted, half her body visible peeking out from under the heavy blankets, and she marveled at her long leg, soft round hip, and plump tit, her new body fortifying her with confidence. At the joining of her legs she felt the familiar comfortable ache of their joining last night, both of then falling asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
Reaching down, she felt her still sleeping father's hip, muscled and strong, and ran her hand up to feel his hairy chest, lowering her hand by inches, fingers tracing the little patch of hair leading downward.
Sophia was with Emma, in the basement, tuckered out from celebrating at Lazarette. That left Taylor all alone to wake her dad up.
Her hand slipped further, no underwear for Danny either, and soft curly hair met her fingers. Gently she ran them through her father's public hair, feeling his cock swelling around her knuckles, until she felt him begin to stir.
Pivoting her body to put her upper body below the covers, and lower out of them, she felt a cool draft kiss her exposed pussy as her mouth kissed it's way down her dad's side to his hips. Moving her face up, Taylor used her hand to guide his cock to her mouth, the pungent flavor and satisfying size of his cockhead still a delight.
Her tongue swirled over it, and she savored the texture, tickling at his slit, enjoying the feeling of bringing his prick fully to life.
In her hands, his balls churned, each holding part of the thick creamy load she'd be swallowing soon. Taylor's fingers caressed her father's sack, gently rubbing it just the way he liked.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," He said, her father's voice soft in the morning light, coming from above the covers, "My you've gotten good at this."
She smiled, lips curling around his length, as she bobbed down a little further, taking him into her throat.
"Thmak Guh," Taylor got out, then she gasped, feeling her daddy's strong arms picking up one of her legs and pulling her lower body. She felt her knees land on either side of a pillow, then sighed happily into his dick as she felt his tongue run up her pussy lips, her orifice blossoming as blood rushed to it from her arousal. Her ass parted as her father pulled it apart, a teasing finger beginning to prod her other lower entrance.
It wasn't a competition, but Taylor planned on winning. Pulling her face back, she bobbed down, lips meeting the base of his root, hairs tickling her nose. She pulled back, lovingly sucking on each inch until the head graced her tongue again, and she rolled it around in her mouth. Her hands felt the churning burning seed and she knew that this morning was going to be a good one.
"You slut," Her dad said, voice husky, his tongue exiting her cunt, "You can't wait to get my cock in your mouth. I've turned you into a cumslut, haven't I?"
Reluctantly letting his cock free of her mouth, Taylor shimmied her hips, feeling the satisfaction of her father's hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass, "You put a baby in me, old man, your own daughter. You weren't satisfied fucking my ass every night, making the girls suck the cum out, you needed to own me, to own every part of me."
Taylor remembered her dad fucking her in the shack, the sound of sloshing water beneath them as he entered her. They had needed to check that his power could alter Madison, and once it had, all inhibitions had been dropped. Her dad didn't know any better how to make it safe to knock her up than he did how gills worked, but his power did. Taylor's orgasm that night had been like an electric fire, knowing that her dad was fucking a baby into her, his own daughter, the both of then uncaring of what anyone would think.
That did the trick, and he dove back in, mouth feasting on his daughter's engorged cunt. She felt his mustache scratch her body, sending ripples up and down as she went back to throating his cock in her mouth. Her tits were mashed between them, her nipples like little switches being flicked over and over as their battling arousal caused them shift back and forth on the bed.
"I'm getting good at it," Her dad chimed in again, replacing his tongue with a pair of twisting, curling fingers, "It's a girl. I know how to raise a girl like you, so I made sure. Do you want to bear me a daughter? Your own sister? You know I'll fuck her, too."
She felt her whole body shiver, the sheer nastiness of the thought causing her to clamp her thighs on her father's ears. His glasses were on the nightstand, so Taylor was free to ride her dad's face like a bucking horse. She was going to be there, no matter what, she'd never abandon her family. Taylor's girls would be strong, and they'd never get bullied, they'd let their father's temper teach them the right way to stand up for themselves. She felt that delicious tension in her belly thicken as she imagined a girl that looked like a mix of her dad lying on her back, her sister mother using her tongue to tease open her daughter's slutty little holes in preparation for their father.
Tugging at her nipples, Taylor pictured her heavy hanging breasts swelling with milk, standing on all fours on her marriage bed, swollen belly touching the sheet beneath her, a pair of daughters on either side, both pregnant just like their mother. Her tongue swirled around her father's cockhead as she imagined sucking sticky cum out of their little pussies, giving them the pleasure that Taylor's own mother had never imagined giving her.
She felt him begin to throb in her mouth, and moved back, sealing her lips around the pulsing tip. A flood of hot semen filled her mouth, running down the edges of her cheeks where her lips met. Taylor swallowed big mouthfuls of cum, the stick substance coating her throat as the balls in her hands twitched, ropes of her father's seed splashing her mouth.
"You promise, dad? You promise you'll fuck us all, fuck us until we're all fat, cum dripping out of each hole?" She began to buck, causing her father's hands to dig in deep into the flesh of her ass. "You want me to make you another little cumpet? I'll do it, and raise our sluts to treat Emma's and Sophia's little whores like the trash they are."
Her own orgasm came on as she drank deep of her daddy's love, her hips bouncing in time to the tongue curling inside of her. She felt her pelvic floor muscles clench, her juices gushing out as her body caught up the fevered images in her mind. Taylor wept, the sheer release of speaking all the taboo madness in her mind out loud, and knowing her father felt the same way, it made her gasp from the joy of it all. They were soulmates, the two of them, more wedded in perversion than any ring could have bound him to her mother.
"Fuck, daddy, pleeease!" Taylor's toes curled as he showed no mercy, one finger up her ass, stimulating the tongue muscle of her anus, the other hand burying his middle finger up to the last knuckle in her cunt tickling her guts. His tongue hammered her clit and she came again, her body smashing against his as she did.
As the aftershocks faded, she felt her father reach down and she took his hand, letting him pull her back up to rest her body against his. Taylor threw one of her legs over his hip and sighed, letting her body melt against her dad's warm, loving form.
"You can fuck anybody you want, dad," Taylor said softly, a hint of heat in her voice, "You deserve to have anyone you want."
He chuckled, one hand patting her ass, the other reaching down to cup her lower belly. Taylor put her hand over his, both of them feeling the growing life inside her. No one would ever be as loved as their baby, and once the time came, nobody would have ever been so thoroughly fucked. They'd seed her, and then again, and again, as long as they both could. Taylor's skin pressed on his was warmed by the contact, enough to keep her comfortable in the cool early morning air. They lay together for a long sweet moment, enjoying the peace, then they both turned their heads at once, hearing a clatter coming up the stairs from the kitchen.
Taylor sighed, "Go on, get in the shower, I'll check on the girls."
He hopped on, then so did she, ready to greet the day.
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"My left foot looked like hamburger for a week."
It didn't shock Danny that Sophia had shot somebody for basically no good reason, but she was his underling, and they were on a timetable.
"Stow that shit," Danny told Grue, turning to face the leather-clad cape. He looked into his skull-painted helmet and did his best to project authority. They were in a van, driven by one of Coil's men, headed to a low-level ABB brothel. He turned to face Sophia, giving her a look that promised reward if she could play nice with the leader of the Undersiders.
"Fucking apologize so we can get past this. You know better than to act out now, right?"
To her credit, and Danny's pride, Sophia didn't hesitate, "That was fucked up. Won't happen again, same side, same goals." She put out her hand, leaving it hanging between her and the other cape.
Grue sure as hell hesitated, but then took it, giving it a shake, "Uh, yeah. I mean, bygones are bygones."
They were going together to make their first major move on the weakened ABB. This brothel was out by the interstate, practically out of town, and far from the ABB's usual haunts. Oni Lee would have to leave the dense part of the city and go to the suburbs, and there was a reason capes didn't like to do that, preferring howling wilderness or dense urban streets, it meant they could hide.
And Lung wouldn't come, not if he didn't want the Empire to take full advantage of his absence. A rampage in one part of town meant he would be at least an hour getting back to the core of his territory, more if the hero capes were out looking for him.
"The ABB missed their payment to this precinct, but the people in the brothel don't know that. Our big CUI contact was their chief finance guy, and he's been moving money around to hide the fact that the gang is going broke." Tattletale's costume was different than Danny remembered, the skin-tight bodysuit tighter than it had been, the mouthy girl's body enhanced enough to stretch the material out in all the right ways. Her pink-highlighted bright blonde hair, and matching pink lipstick were the most obvious changes though, and made her look like the whore that Coil had wanted her to be. Lisa's plumped tits strained at the fabric, and clever binding made the top seem like it was perpetually moments away from tearing in half. Her ass shook as she walked, and now sitting, the bight purple fabric clung to each curve, hiding nothing. Only seeing her you'd think she was a cheap porn star, but Danny could see the old Tattletale, or a version of her, peeking out from her eyes as the other's in the van chatted.
"Can I keep a hooker?"
They all turned to stare at Regent, who despite his flippant tone kept a laser sharp focus on Danny. Today had been the first time they had met, and he had been giving Godfather a hard look since they had piled into the van.
"No," Grue said, at the same time Shadow Stalker said, "Sure."
They both looked shocked, and Danny had to intervene.
He turned to Regent, "No, man, no, Jesus." Turning to Sophia, he put his hands together patiently, "We talked about this. It's about agency. The girl's at the Lazarette are there to have a good time, of their own volition." Regent snorted at that, but Danny ignored him, "These girls got stuffed into a shipping container in some god-forsaken foreign port, shipped over here to lie in cribs and tug off long-haul truckers and drug addicts, and if they somehow survive long enough to retire, somebody will buy them and they'll be cleaning flophouse hotel toilets for the rest of their lives." He addressed the whole van, "No taking anything. We know they don't have cash. Just drive the goons out into the night, have fun with that, but leave the girls right where they are."
Tattletale looked smug, "Then the media and the cops arrive. Such a big operation, saving those girls. Maybe the Undersiders have a heart after all. And something about a new cape team, maybe?"
"Maybe," Danny shrugged, "Sometimes quiet rumors are better than being totally invisible. Less suspicious that way."
The boy shrugged, but Danny realized he needed to sort out whatever this was, before it turned squirrely.
Ahead of them, the van with Bitch burst open, and their rapidly swelling dogs sprang out, their master riding the last. Their own van screeched to a halt behind it, the doors flying open and the assorted capes filing out. Night had long since fallen, this part of the city still quite lit up by the highway lamps, and they could hear distant screams coming from the 'Massage Parlor' in front of them.
Grue used his smoke as a herding tool, occasionally sending out a tendril to disorient someone so that Regent could trip them up, and Sophia could beat their asses down with her staff, letting Danny and Tattletale tie them up and leave them in their wake. As they approached the entrance they heard some gunfire, but unless someone shot Bitch herself, her monsters should be fine, or so he was told.
"Fuck, there's a lot of fucking people in there."
Grue was right, the ABB guards had thinned out, and at this point it seemed to be mostly customers running out. A dog burst through a wall, followed by the other two, Bitch astride the last, and they could see the room beyond had been some kind of office, now covered in drywall dust.
"Jackpot," Tattletale said, and rushed inside. Danny followed, and cringing at the debris falling on his tuxedo.
He pointed to the dog girl, still atop one of the huge beasts, and asked Grue, "Is that her normal thing? Just Kool-Aid Manning her way through real-estate?"
"I mean, if you could, wouldn't you?"
That was a decent point. Shadow Stalker and Regent split off to go make sure no one was hiding in the damaged building except screaming sex-trafficking victims, while he and the tall cape observed Tattletale systematically break down the office, collecting paperwork, handing Danny a growing collection of hard drives, and confiscating files from a cabinet.
"This is gold," The blonde said happily, "They were using this as their main conduit out of town. With this closed off, the upper management of the gang is done. No way to get money or people in or out of town."
Danny took a moment to admire the way the purple suit framed her ass, a little smaller than Emma's but maybe a touch bigger than Taylor's. She bent over, upper body craned over a chair, and the fabric thinned enough for him to make out a pink thong, a thin string rising between her cheeks. He hoped Coil enjoyed her, the happier that his new business associate was, the more likely he'd be to stay away from the docks and out of Danny's business.
"Done!" The blonde girl crowed, just as Sophia and Regent walked back in. His personal problem solver was empty handed, mini-crossbow in her left holster, pistol on her right, but the mop-topped teenaged boy had two game consoles under his arms. "These are chipped I think," He said defensively, "At least let me steal something."
Nobody objected, and they all raced back to the waiting vans. Three piles of rotting flesh marked where Bitch's dogs had begun to shrink down, and as the other van filled up, so did theirs. Sitting back in his original seat, Danny noticed that while Grue, Tattletale and Shadow Stalker relaxed, even with his booty, Regent kept his eye on Godfather, almost staring him down.
The ride back into the city was quiet except for the soft sounds of Tattletale flipping through files. As they got close to the empty lot they had met in, she cackled and held up a folder, pointing to a picture.
"Not just truckers and derelicts, they had a special room set up for VIPs. And they kept pictures." Danny looked over her shoulder, and winced. He recognized a few men from the photos that Lisa was flipping through, city notables both current and past. It was a tough break for them, but another sign that Coil was a good horse for him to hitch his wagon to.
Pulling into the lot, obscured from view by a wall, they went their separate ways. Tattletale and Grue joined Bitch on her dogs, but Regent stayed behind, setting his stolen gizmos on the pavement. Some of the mercs seemed to want to stay behind and keep an eye on how it was going to turn out, but Danny told them to go home, telling Sophia to clear out to, to take a short walk around the perimeter, shake off some of the excess energy she had built up from the job.
"Let it out, kid," Danny said, trying to project a neutral posture.
The masked boy across from him folded his arms, cocking his head and sighing heavily, "I met 'Blackjack' the other day, she came by in costume to meet the Undersiders."
He nodded, "I heard about that, she mentioned you chatted, but didn't think anything about it."
"So she and Tattletale aren't exactly quiet, not when they're excited. They had all kinds of things to say about you and Coil, when they went back into Tattletale's room."
"And," Danny asked, "You didn't listen in the door or anything right? 'Cuz that would be wrong."
Regent laughed, the honest bark of laughter breaking a bit of the tension, but not much, "Guilty as charged. But I have to say, it was all shocking stuff."
Tensing, Danny hoped this wouldn't end poorly. He doubted Coil would care, but it would probably write Taylor's new cape friends off as long-term allies. "Is that so? What was so shocking?"
"She called you an asshole." Danny blinked, but the boy kept on before he could respond, "Ok, not fair. Blackjack said you could be an asshole to other people if they pissed you off. Said you had a temper, that you made questionable decisions sometimes, even if they mostly worked out. Said it all with, you know, kindness or whatever, but it wasn't all unicorns and rainbows, lovey-dovey shit."
Oh, Taylor, "I'm trying to keep a handle on my temper, and do, unless you know, some dumbass pisses me off. Why the fuck do you care?"
The kid shrugged, "What's the point of mastering somebody a little? I can smell it on both of you. What's your deal?
"Uh," Well shit, "I mean, it just kind of happened. We had both just triggered, it was a whole thing."
"So it's not a power thing, a control thing, or one or the other of you would have finished the job."
Danny thought about it, "That's fair, yeah."
Picking up his consoles, Regent laughed, "Fuck, it's a sex thing then. That I know what to do with, to wit, ignore. Have fun living your life, Godfather, see you next job."
As the young man left, Danny shrugged, calling out for Sophia to come with him back to the house. What a weird guy.
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Chapter 20
The skies were red, fading sunlight filtering through thin clouds, the sun hidden by the hills on the western edge of the city. It was hard keeping a rooftop space clean on the coast, but it could be done, and the Association had manpower to spare now with contracts rolling in, attracting labor back to Brockton from nearby cities.
"I think we'd see her coming, wouldn't we?"
Danny was still new to this caping thing, but negotiating was old hat.
"She isn't my favorite person," Rune said quietly, "But if Purity did see us, I could try and talk to her."
He had assurances from both Coil and the man's pet thinker Tattletale that the flying Empire blaster wouldn't make an appearance tonight, and by now they had earned his trust. For the last month and a half, Rune had been kept quiet in an Association property out on the end of one of the dock's oldest piers. Danny had counseled her for weeks in preparation for trying to bring her over, and after she sold out the Empire attack, he had good loyal men spirit her away to hide. Her costume had been shredded and dumped in the bay, and while it hadn't shown up on the news it had been found, according to the street the Empire thought she was dead.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
They were sitting above the Lazarette, just the two of them, staring up at the city as night fell. A helicopter was making a low orbit at the inland edge of the city, and in the distance a flying pair of capes, surely New Wave, were barely visible off by the hero's oil rig.
"Better," Rune, Tammi Herren, certainly looked healthier. "It's been good, taking it easy for a while, building positive habits." Her face looked peaceful, the lines of stress she had borne when shaking him down were long gone.
Her time in the little boat house had been mostly filled by her exercising, cooking, and watching old movies. While Danny could, and had, used his power on her extensively over the weeks, Taylor's power was both more powerful and much more obvious. Instead of using it, his daughter had delivered supplies, chatted with the girl, and by the end started bringing Sophia and Emma, dressed as modestly as they could stand, to come visit.
At first, both Rune and Sophia had been deeply uncomfortable around each other, but Tammi had known how badly she needed out of the Empire, thanks to Danny's influence. His own personal Pitbull still bristled around the ex-Empire girl, but Tammi was by now trying to play nice with everyone.
"That's good," Danny nodded, "I'm happy about that. You were put in such a terrible position. Now that you've had some time, you can see that, right?"
Tammy looked out over the city, her eyes coming to rest on the big red glowing 'M' on Medhall tower. "I do. Nothing I had was mine, I couldn't even save up, I had to pay my guys out of my own pocket. Kaiser kept me as a slave."
"And do you see how his other capes didn't have to deal with that?"
Some of that info had come from Vickers, other's from Coil's side of the operation.
Tammi's face twisted in an expression that mixed sadness and anger, "Hookwolf had his dogs, Krieg ran the bookies. Even Victor got to collect from downtown, I had no idea what he had coming in. They kept me broke, practically a servant. Other than some personal shit, even that not much, I didn't have anything back at my place that I could call my own. I still had payments on a television I bought off of Othala, bitch wouldn't even cut me a deal."
Danny had, thanks to his power, flipped Rune cheaply, but only to a neutral position. She might be able to put a smile on and talk to Sophia, but that was far from agreeing to work with him to undermine her old team.
"You heard the explosion out in the bay a week ago right?" Danny asked, and she nodded.
Going to talk to her himself had been challenging. He felt that fire in himself, and knew he could burn it into her, make her over, but the Gentlemen's Agreement wasn't in position to take advantage of her information yet.
He wanted to test himself, see if the slow flame could get the job done.
"That was our opening move on the ABB. The heroes only have to split their attention two ways now, not three. There's money to be made, much more than you got with the Empire. Will you help us?" After his pitch, Rune nodded, but just barely, still staring out into the core of the city's high-rises.
Seeing that he expected more out of her, Rune spoke up, "I just want to call my own shots. I told you about my family, all crazy, and I ran away to the Empire because all I heard was that outside groups only cared about money, and fancy clothes, and didn't give a shit about the 'Holy Mission.'"
"Stupid me," Tammi seemed to vibrate with rage, her eyes narrowed, "They used me to pick losing fights with the Asians and junkies while they made themselves rich. I never saw a dime of that money, too junior to get a share of the big hauls. I was terrified that if I got caught they'd let me rot in prison, or the Birdcage, that I just wasn't important enough for them to risk trying to break out."
Danny lifted an unopened bottle of pop, handing it to the misty-eyed cape, "Go on." She took it and he continued, "Did you read that book I gave you?"
Tammi nodded, and the old Association hand took a deep breath, "You were alone, even when standing with your team. Now, you have a choice. You know my ask, but even if you don't tell me what you know about the Empire's operations, you're free to go, nobody will stop you."
Of course, she'd be leaving behind the girls her own age that she could take cape stuff with, and that little boathouse stocked with all her favorite things.
"I can't," Rune said quietly, face turned away, "Some of them were nice. And it feels like crossing a line."
"We might be looking at some pitched battles with the ABB. It's just the two capes, rumors of a possible third, but Lung counts as an army all by himself. Taylor and I could use your help."
According to what his daughter and Lisa had told him, Danny knew that most capes felt at least a little itch to go out and get into a scrap from time to time. He had felt it, but typically was able to take the edge off after spending time with his girls. Rune though had been locked up for a while, and as he expected, an opportunity to go out and get her knuckles bloody without betraying her old team seemed to really catch her attention.
"That's different," Tammi said, voice a little louder, "Fuck the sl- uh, the ABB. I saw on the news about that fucking house of horrors out by the interstate. And they said that the Mayor might be involved."
Lisa had taken all that paperwork and other evidence back to her boss and loving father figure. Now Danny didn't know for sure they had faked the evidence against Mayor Christner, but his new friend had shown him a 'Vote for Calvert' button that made him suspect that the good mayor would be unemployed before long.
"It's a shame," Danny said, reaching out to put his arm on Tammi's shoulder, "when anybody is exploited. The Empire exploited you, taking you in, giving you shit terms, keeping you down. The same as Lung and his thugs kept those girl's chained up in that brothel, and all the ones just like it around the city."
"Collective Bargaining," Rune laughed, "With you own patron?"
Danny tapped his chest, puffing it out with a smile on his face, "I'm a working stiff, Tammi, just like you. Only way I'm putting a suit on, outside of my cape life, is at a funeral. You come work for us, you'll get the same terms that Shadow Stalker and Blackjack get, the same I ask for as Godfather. A fair deal, a fair cut, enough for you to save up and make your own decisions."
It had never stopped, the tendril of power that connected him to the ex-Empire girl. By now, he had put far more of his fire into her than he ever had into even Taylor, just in much smaller increments over time. He had felt the changes, and Tammi seemed almost like a different person now than when he had first met her, more studious, quiet, and certainly more cautious.
"I think," Rune said, "I'd like that."
She extended her hand, and Danny took it, his mustache twitching, amused at the formality.
"I took the liberty of sketching out those terms," He said, pulling a clipboard from a bag near his feet, "Let's take a look."
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"Oh, Greggie!"
Sophia felt her teeth grate, but the time had come. Their 'senior' tinker, by about 48 hours, was getting to the point that hiding the double life from his mother was becoming impossible. He needed to be dedicating more time to supporting Sophia's shit than sitting around pretending to do homework in his bedroom.
Susanna Veder leaned forward to hug her son, the house dress she was wearing fluttering in the soft breeze of their back porch. Sophia had joined the little scene both to provide, ugh, emotional support, but also to keep eyes on the little dweeb to make sure he didn't fuck it all up.
"Mom, it's fine," Greg said, "It happened that night I got lost and ended up at the docks."
His mother sniffled, kissing his forehead, "That Oprah special made triggering sound so awful though, but you are one of those Hero types, not a Smush?"
Realizing that his mom meant the dead founder of the Protectorate, and Mush, Sophia rolled her eyes. Much more like the latter than the former in her view, but she exercised restraint and kept silent.
"Yeah, mom! I can make all kinds of fun stuff. Sophia, um, helps...-"
"I'm a cape too, Ms. G," The black girl spoke up, "Just unaffiliated, not a hero or a villain."
The woman seemed almost pathetically relieved, "So you don't get into fights?"
"No ma'am," Sophia said with a straight face, "Not a one."
"You should see all the cool gadgets I can make, mom. A car, fancy soaps, even jewelry." Greg pointed at Sophia, "She's wearing some right now."
Gritting her teeth behind a friendly expression, Sophia adjusted in the chair, "I usually am, but not at the moment."
"And mom, look!" He held up a strange looking box. Susanna Veder picked it up, cooing at it appreciatively.
Sophia gave Greg a narrowed glance. This had not been in the plan, "That's nice, Greggie, what's in the box?"
Showing off what must be a family trait, the older woman took out what looked like a fancy hat from the box, purple velvet with a little array of exotic feathers, and put it on her head. Before Sophia could intervene, the older woman stiffened, her eyes closing, and began to mumble quietly under her breath. Turning to Greg, Sophia reached out to grab him, but by now he seemed to have a sixth sense about her intentions, dodging her and backing his chair up with a loud scrape.
"You fucking clown," She said, rising to her feet. "Danny said you could tell her about your trigger, and then about an after-school job that would 'Give you a useful outlet for your power.' So what's this shit?" Sophia took a step forward, and Greg leapt up, moving back, keeping his distance.
That same gormless grin still plastered on his face.
"I did, though, you heard! He didn't say I couldn't do other stuff."
At the table, Susanna Veder's eyes moved rapidly behind her closed lids, her cheeks drawn into a faint happy smile.
"Did Squealer know about this? You know if you fuck up, she'll end up paying for it you thoughtless nerd."
That did the trick, his grin of triumph fading into a frown, "No," Greg whined, "No way, this was all me. You guys don't get it, my mom is smart, real smart. No way she would have gone along with just letting me run off to the Docks every day after school." Gesturing to the hat on his mom's head, Greg laughed, "Now she'll be totally cool, on board with everything."
"What?" Sophia said, finally cornering Greg to the had to back into a corner of the porch, "Did. You. Do?" Her finger poked his chest at the end of each word, ensuring his body would sense her frustration even if his mind didn't.
Greg pushed her finger away, almost earning a quick and painful death, and quickly moved behind his mom, putting her in between Sophia and himself. "So, first time, makes her a tad more accepting of a sex positive lifestyle. I need her to be able to take shelter at the Lazarette or my workshop if things go south, and right now, she'd probably just turn right around and leave. You have to admit, there's dildos like, everywhere."
"Fair," Sophia had to admit.
"She never listens to me at all," He pouted, "Always has to be right. Which, to be fair, she often is. Now she'll at least hear me out, and on cape stuff, know that I might have a little more experience than her."
"So it's a mind-control hat? You put a Mind Control hat on your damn mom?"
The boy in front of her blinked, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
"Cuz it's fucked up," Sophia said, bluntly.
He seemed confused, "It's a very limited form of Godfather's power, a small hypnotic variation of Blackjack's too, piped in through the earpieces."
Sophia shook her head, "Oh, well, shit. Maybe that's ok. Godfather doesn't do that control shit, he just makes you badass and tough, and a better version of yourself. And Taylor doesn't either, she just kicks your ass, you know, talk-wise, until you're a badass."
That stupid smirk on Greg's face was asking to be smacked off, "Yup. Totally not Mind Control. You got me. I'm just doing that, to my mom."
Rolling her eyes, Sophia bent over to snap her fingers in Susanna's face. "How long is she gonna be out?"
"At least an hour or so," Greg said, adjusting his mother in the chair, tucking her arms in a crossed position, "I'll keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't fall or something. You can go."
"Nuh-uh", Sophia angrily barked, "No fucking way. Danny said I needed to make sure things went right here today."
Sighing, Greg gestured to the softly breathing woman, "It's perfect. You can go, don't worry."
"No way."
"Sophia," Her pain-in-the-ass said, "So, to clarify, you want me to tag along while you spend time with Gloria? That your idea of a good time? I can pick the soundtrack, upstairs I have a dozen OSTs to choose from."
"Ugh," Sophia blinked, turning away and grimacing, "You win. Gross. Have fun you fucking dork. Call me by the end of the night to tell me it's ok, or I'll hide all of Sherrel's thongs."
As she turned to leave, she heard Greg call out to her back, "That's not the threat you think it is!"
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His office was cold, this far underground, and quiet. Half his mercenaries were up in the real world most days, working as Dockworker Association contractors, upgrading security in their offices and wiring their properties up to Coil's standards.
"That's good, my Lisa. Just like that."
Long black fingers dug into his oldest pet's hair, her blonde naked body a streak of pale light in his otherwise darkened space. He too was nude, his chair and desk thoroughly scotch-guarded by his most loyal man.
Her pillow, resting place of her knees when pleasing him, or her head when sleeping on her little bed on the floor, read, "Daddy's Little Girl." He had no experience with fatherhood himself, other than having a male progenitor, but Lisa would serve as an adequate test project. His teeth flashed in a grin as her fingers caressed his full scrotum, his balls massaged in her hands, as safe as Fort Knox.
The numbers on his screen didn't lie. The Association polled as more popular in the city than both the Protectorate, the PRT, and the Police. Only the fire department was more universally loved, and who could hate a fireman? People in Brockton Bay of a certain age remembered parades at Christmas, and the Fourth of July, men in longshoreman coats handing out candy and keepsakes to children, good working class men of all types who showed that manual labor could be a path to a good life.
Coil's tall rod was slick with spit, his Lisa's throat well conditioned by now to let her lips meet at his root before traveling up the head of his penis, her tongue curling over it in abject devotion.
She may have, once upon a time, loved the sound of her own voice best, but he had taken it's place now.
"Good news," He muttered contentedly. "The operation was a success."
In his other reality, the 'Safe' one, he was on top of Tattletale, her bubble-gum pink thong pulled aside to let him lie atop her, long cock buried in her sopping ass. He breathed heavily into her ear, feeling two sets of lips against his flesh, both from the same woman, the events split by his power. His Lisa's body flexed against his cock, her body held firm in his ownership, and Coil bit her neck, laughing at her sudden red-faced shame at having to wear his mark around her friends. Her tightness milked him, and they spoke shamelessly of how the blond bimbo loved her daddy's dick, and he in turn grunted in her ear, praising her whorish aptitude in pleasing him. He fucked her without thought of mercy, her eyes flickering back in ecstasy. His Tattletale loved her daddy's milk, and this way he got to give it to her so very often. No refractory period for his mirror selves.
Earlier today, a demonstration had been planned as part of their long-term strategy against the ABB. Protesting the mayor's alleged use of trafficked prostitutes would cause him to overreact and push hard against the Asian criminal's of the city. That, in turn, would draw out the Dragon, and thus an escalation with the hapless heroes out on their little floating fortress. If the Empire were to be drawn in, unlikely but possible according to the heavenly mouth washing his cock right now, a general conflagration in the city would fully doom the current Mayor.
All that as an added bonus to the true purpose of today's march of blue collar moralists.
To shore up his image as champion of law and order, Mayor Christenor had called out the wards, while most of the adult heroes were out of town for a different event.
That left his new pet all alone, easy pickings for his retrieval team.
"Do you like the thought of a little sister, my Tattletale? A dutiful little understudy to share me with?"
He wouldn't expect an answer, not when he had been clear in his instructions for her to use her mouth to pleasure him to completion. The lovely and tamed blonde slut could be quite single-minded in her devotion to that particular task.
Coil began to close the other reality, the sight of his Lisa's gaping and cum-soaked asshole filling his mind. It was cratered, a gaping pit oozing semen from it's ruin. A blissful expression was painted on the bimbo's face, her pink highlights framing an angel's face, and little giggles escaping a blissed out smile. With a final oddly affectionate pat, he closed the timeline. Splitting the one he was in, he dug his long fingers into his pet's hair, standing and lifting her toes in one reality, continuing to sit and study in the one he planned to keep. In his split vision, he both pushed her through his office door to his new bedroom, to claim her tight vagina there, and the data from his taps flowed past his eyes on the monitor in his office, the odd double vision completely familiar by now.
It was good to be king.
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Chapter 21
Some nights, the Lazarette was almost tame. Gloria kept herself a little more buttoned up, literally, if Sophia wasn't around, and Zoe would generally keep her clothes on until she got into private with one of her boys. Other times though it was not.
"Fucking hell," She groaned, both legs buckling from the thunderous orgasm wracking her body, "Baby, don't stop!"
Gloria felt a coldness on her back, thinking her daughter had bent down to lick her, but then realized it must be a mug. She was naked other than her tall heels, her legs parted as she bent at the waist over a table, her giant fun-bags mashed under her chest as her cheek rested on the smooth surface of the tabletop. Sophia had come in hot tonight, all sweaty and mean like her mother liked, and the older woman had pulled her filmy dress off before her little girl had a chance to ruin it like all the others.
Around them was an orgy, one for the record books. The public outrage over the ABB had become a city-wide phenomenon, one fueled not by fear of Lung, but disgust at how his organization operated. People 'In The Know' couldn't help but see this as another achievement for the Gentlemen's Agreement, the not exactly secret side of the Association. Gloria had worried at first about too much information being spread around the Dockworkers, but Godfather had put her mind at rest.
"These men have been keeping their mouths shut for years about organizing the DA," Danny had said. "They're sure as fuck not going to start talking now that it's making money."
She reached behind her and entwined her fingers with Sophia's. The contrast was stark, where once Gloria had the calluses of age, now her soft dark fingers fitted between her little girl's like silk, rubbing on Sophia's hands, hardened by months of training. Her baby's hands were so strong, but they were gentle with Gloria, making the woman feel such a warm safe sense of security. Her daughter pulled their hands tight together, still smoothly sliding the strap-on in and out of her mother in long practiced strokes. The feeling of having the deepest parts of her body stretched out by her baby girl still made Gloria' toes curl, the sheer taboo wickedness of it driving her body wild.
Gloria felt that madness gripping her, the woman's curvy legs widening in anticipation of her darling daughters dominating cock hammering away at Sophia's loving mother's soaking cunt. The older woman had a wet dream of a body, all tits and ass, and by now she sucked fucked a hundred dicks or more. But none compared to her baby's.
"That's it, honey," Gloria grunted out, "Fuck that pussy, fuck that pussy you came from."
A hand snuck down to rub at he clit, and Sophia's voice behind her was husky and think with lust, "You fucking slut. Getting off on the thought of your own blood fucking you stupid? I bet you wish I had a real fucking dick, get your shit fucking knocked-up like Taylor, huh?"
"Oh baby!" That sounded like heaven on Earth to Gloria, "I got a birthday coming up real soon."
That cold feeling came back, dripping down her side, and it hit Gloria what it must be.
"Girl, you better not be drinking," She got out, a teasing note mixed in with the chastisement, "It won't be me getting cross, you know Danny doesn't like to see it."
The cold and wet object on her back vanished, and then a frosty mug of something carbonated lowered down in front of her face. "God, mom," Sophia said, her free hand slapping and gripping hard at her mother's left flank, "My feelings are hurt." The soda vanished, and the cold wet kiss on her back returned, then she felt a hand grip into her hair in an achingly familiar way. The sting of her ass only added a highlight to the experience, the long slick plastic rod being piledrived between her legs by Sophia simply overwhelming every other sensation. Too bad things had only worked out recently, Gloria could only lust at the fantasy of a much younger Sophia slapping her mom's ass, or pinching her clit hard when coming home late. Her daughter's fingers sank into Gloria's hips and the woman gave up all sense of control, loving every moment of it.
"If you can't use your mouth to say something smart, let's put it to better use."
Gloria groaned as her long ebony locks were pulled back to reveal a hovering white cock dangling in front of her face, across the table from her daughter. Sophia was not one to share, not while she was using her mother, but if she was offering then the older woman wouldn't say no.
"Sup loser." Sophia said conversationally.
Her mouth took the hard cock between her lips, and Gloria savored the taste, salty and gamy, but clean. Not a dockworker, the flavor of their pricks after a long shift were never this mild, but a pair of hands even softer than her daughter's took both sides of her face in hand, rubbing a thumb over her cheek and caressing her neck.
"Damn," A boy said, with a hint of an accent, "I just came here to get my pipes cleaned, not get caught up in whatever this is."
The boy pulled back, and Gloria relaxed her neck and throat, letting her daughter's friend use her face like a pussy. A little patch of dark curly pubes brushed her nose as his hips ground forward, and as he pulled back the curvy woman took his cockhead into her mouth, treating it with all the love and respect she showed all the men at the club.
A clanking sound could be heard about her as she suckled, then a second little ring of cool wetness joined the first on the soft skin of her back. The combination of sensations was becoming too much for her to bear.
Sophia chuckled, "Yeah, it's pretty rowdy tonight. Big news, the FBI Special Prosecutor looking into ABB corruption. Godfather and Coil think he'll move, it's not like he has any real ties to Brockton Bay. Let me go be some other fucking town's problem."
A slapping sound echoed in the room, and Gloria smiled around the surging cock in her mouth, realizing her daughter had hi-fived her friend.
Backing away, Gloria shifted her weight from foot to foot, causing her ass to shake against her daughter's thighs. "Baby," She said from her suddenly free mouth, "Momma's gonna cum, Sophy, keep going. Make mommy cum on that cock, baby." Taking the thin white prick back between her lips, she could sense his hardness growing, her little show and tell session a success. Gloria pitched her voice low, letting all the purr she could manage slip into it, knowing it gave Sophia that extra bit of thrill. The rampaging strap-on mauling her pussy never slowed one bit, her champion girl being unmatched at making her momma cum. The boy's cock in front of her was lodged in her throat, and she focused all that lust on working his shaft like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.
"Fuck," The boy said, the aloof coolness out of his voice, "This is ta Mere?"
"If that means moms, then yeah." Those strong muscular hands bent down to fondle her mashed titties flattened under her, and Gloria felt her body clench hard on the plastic cock filling her up. The boy was clean, and a bit soft, but must work out, his body nice and lean up against her face. Gloria's nipples were being pulled hard, and Sophia joined in, both of the teenagers gripping the older woman's tits hard. The plastic cock inside her just kept hammering away, the violent fucking molding her cunt walls around her daughter's fake cock, it's deep plundering reaching places that Gloria didn't even know could feel this good.
She'd been such a shitty absentee mom for so long, using work as a way to avoid her changing children. Sophia had always been so cold before, so distant, so eager to look after herself, and to Gloria's shame, she'd let her. Now though, she could let her daughter fuck her anyway she liked, making up for all those bad years by making one good memory after another.
The boy let out a sudden laugh, his voice high and amused, "That's so fucking weird. You people, you're lucky that the one person in Brockton who is probably immune to Master powers has the context to see just how much worse this all could be."
Sophia let out a little grunt, clearly enjoying the sensations traveling back up the phallus where it pressed against her daughter's own honeypot. "It's fucking fine, you honestly think that it's better for people to live in fear of the fucking Dragon, or an Empire Rally, than just let themselves go and have a little fun.
"That porned-up soccer mom over there," The description seemed to suggest Zoe, but all Gloria saw was her daughter's friend's lower belly, "would get an air-strike a hell of a lot faster than Krieg, I know from personal experience."
His cock began to twitch, and Gloria relaxed her jaw ever further, letting the sticky cum flow down her throat, the excess pooling in her mouth and escaping through her tightly closed lips to dribble down her chin.
"You don't look so fucking upset, throatpieing my mom."
"I'm the wrong person to use as a standard of normality," The anonymous boy said, "You want to stick around, or go up and get your ass beat at Tekken?"
"That's... it was my first time playing!" The plastic cock slowly pulled out, leaving her lying on her face and belly, tits splayed out, cunt hole gaping from her daughter's attention, and her mouth open and tongue hanging out, sperm coating her lower face and chin. Gloria giggled to herself, moving her arm up to wave goodbye to her daughter, but she realized she no longer heard their voices.
A new cock appeared in her field of vision, and she extended her tongue to lick the underside as it slipped inside her. Despite the flesh and blood warmth, she missed her baby girl. Nobody knew Gloria better than Sophia, her baby could use that strap-on like a master musician, playing her mother's body like an instrument.
"Fuck, you're tighter than a skiff's hawsehole," A voice said, familiar to Gloria in the way she might know a lifelong local like her from ten-year transplant. "You mind if I take front, Kurt?"
Like a snake searching for a place to hide, a fat cockhead began rubbing up and down her slit, a pair of strong calloused hands grabbing her stinging ass-cheeks, the palms and fingers rough with callouses. The grip was a shade stronger, but more hesitant, less confident, a man playing with a toy, not a girl using her favorite property. It felt good, real good, but this was fucking for money, or the Association, not for love.
"Nope," Another voice said, Kurt she realized, one of Godfather's lieutenants, "This one has the good stuff in the back. And if you're good, G, I'll bring Lacey over tomorrow, and you can eat her out for a home-cooked meal."
Her mouth was full of warm thrusting man-meat, so while she couldn't reply, Gloria knew that Kurt wasn't kidding, he never was about his wife's cooking. The thought of some lovely slow-roasted lamb, and the tangy taste of the blue-collar woman's pussy giving up one of her husbands loads for the club madam to slurp out, it made this whole night that much more magical.
Fourteen dicks, one plastic, and plenty of night left to go. This beat the hell out of waitressing.
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"This is Taylor, she's with the Association."
Today they were both dressed like what they were, Dockworkers trying to fit in down at city hall. Danny's daughter had one of her mother's 'Professoring' outfits on, a little dated but altered to still be fashionable and flattering, and Danny wore a blue suit with a little DWA pin on the lapel. He noticed Thomas Calvert lurking up on stage, standing behind the bulk of the PRT Director, and the man gave him a little thumbs up.
He was here to fly the flag of discontent, and be the voice of the common man, so haranguing the uniformed PRT man waving some kind of fancy wand over Taylor's clothes would both be personally satisfying as well as being on brand.
"Hey pal, you think she's Oni Lee in disguise?"
Behind the armored figure was a local Brockton PD officer, his policeman's uniform looking like a child's Halloween costume next to the futuristic cape cop. Danny gave the man a grin as they both watched the man wave Taylor through.
"You tell em, Mr. Hebert," The cop said, and Danny looked back in surprise. The Brockton man had his hands under his lapels, and used his thumb to wiggle a little Boat pin, signifying he was certified to be a Bay Patrol officer. It likely meant he was one of Vicker's boys, which made him close to family in Danny's estimation, and he returned the nod, leading Taylor through the crowd.
She looked amazing, tall and fit, a little attaché case at her side holding an empty notebook and a pair of sandwiches they could share for lunch. He took pride introducing her to town notables, and even a few out-of-town people who sought him out, a first for Danny Hebert at this kind of function.
"You said you were?"
"I am one of Mr. Calvert's financial advisors," The quiet blonde man said, introducing himself, "Adam Rossignol. I advised him I would be available today to go over some paperwork, and he advised me I should meet you, and your... associate. Please, follow me, three seats were set aside for us."
Turning to give Taylor a mildly impressed look, Danny did as he was asked, moving far past where had planned to sit up close to the stage. He knew the Governor from way back when the man had been a State's Attorney and had cause to come down to the docks for criminal prosecution. The state's junior Senator and their district's federal Representative was new though, a creature of Medhall and other inland interests, rather than the old businesses of the docks.
"Uh, so you know Tommy, huh?"
A faint smile crossed the man's lips, "Professionally, although I admit, it's strange to think of him as having friends."
Danny thought briefly for a moment about opening up the furnace of his power, just to test it against the man next to him, but Taylor lay a hand on his, shaking her head. She leaned in, and whispered quietly into his ear, "Cape," and leaned back, keeping an eye on the meek looking man, while the dockworker tensed, suddenly very aware of their proximity to the strange parahuman.
The man himself looked unworried, sitting down on the row immediately behind the first, gesturing to two empty seats next to his, "While I am a very capable accountant, what interests me most is the predictability of markets. Mr. Hebert, among my various competencies I am also very good at dividing order from chaos, it still seems prudent to mitigate the risks of unknown influences. That leads me here, to you."
"Uh, I get it," Danny didn't really get it, "You getting that vibe from us?"
Adam, or whatever the fuck his name was, never let his faint smile waver, "I did, but less now. It was important to meet you in person. Just so it's clear, though, Thomas has no claim on any larger territory than Brockton Bay. Are those terms you can abide by?"
"Yeah. I get it. Always a bigger fish. No, a man has to know his limitations, and mine are bound by the ten mile limit out to sea, and the edge of Captain's Hill on the other side of the city. Never been a fan of travel, either."
"Good," The quiet man nodded, "Then our concerns regarding Thomas's ambitions are quelled."
Up on the stage, the embattled Mayor was standing behind the chief of police, trying to save his political career by drafting off the themes of the day.
"Good morning. Last night, twenty two warrants were issued, and moments ago raids were performed on 'Asian Bad Boy' properties throughout the city." The fussy older woman in the elaborate police captain's regalia droned on at length, describing the seizure of property and goods, the arrest of gang members, and the release of trafficked immigrants.
Next to him, Taylor had taken out her notebook, jotting down information relevant to the Association.
"Shit," He muttered to his side, pitched so that his daughter could hear, "That's at least two weeks ahead of schedule. Even Calvert looks surprised."
He did, but not unhappily so, the black man looking almost smug at the announcements. The Senator got up after the Police Captain, and spoke at length about the cause of 'Justice' as if the Empire 88 wasn't still lurking in the city's shadows, waiting to strike.
"You think that Lung will have moved out of town already?" Taylor asked quietly, turning slightly to face him, "If he hasn't, he's not going to take this lightly."
Movement to his other side had Danny glance over, and see the faint smile on the strange accountant's face twitch. Seeing him looking, the man shrugged, gesturing at the stage in front of them. In addition to the politicians and local law enforcement types, there were all the local heroes, in their self-righteous splendor. He even spotted a severe looking Hispanic woman next to Thomas, and vaguely he recalled that she was the Chief Director of the PRT.
"I'd almost pity Lung, if he picked fight over flight," The accountant mused. Danny only stared at him in disbelief.
Only a few years back, the Dragon had curb-stomped the entire local roster. What was so different today?
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"Fuck!" Normally her costume provided her a sense of security, but now Taylor thought it might just paint a target on her back.
A sharp explosion to her left caused her to jerk her head around, seeing the back of Greg's 'Magnum Force' pimp mobile back through the way of the old warehouse, sliding in to hide it from view. On top, clinging to the disco-ball in the center of the roof, Shadow Stalker sat, covered in red brick dust from the hole Greg had created.
"He's right outside," Sophia said in a rush, and jumped off the roof of the car, "Alexandria is fighting him, but she's mostly pushing him out to sea, unfortunately for us, we're in the way!"
A deafening roar could be heard outside, and for the last eight minutes it had been getting louder and louder. Her dad and she had gotten back to the Association offices after the press conference and had spent the afternoon calling people and leveraging the news when the radio burst to life with an alert about an out of control cape fight.
The Empire had apparently tried to stage a small rally in the now depleted territories of the ABB, and while the police typically left them alone, Lung never did. Instead of being gone, maybe the fucking giant rage dragon just hadn't watched the news this morning becauses he fell on the Empire gathering like a firestorm.
Two crippled capes, and maybe three dozen 'civilian's, likely just unpowered gang members, not even important enough in the context to be differentiated.
As Godfather and Blackjack put on their costumes, they had only planned on being ready to go to the Lazarette and boost morale. Instead, the fucking Protectorate had chosen the path of most resistance by driving and or luring Lung to the 'ruins' of the Docks before trying to drive him into the sea.
"Blackjack, take it," Her father said, appearing from out of a back room with a big Tinkertech gun. It looked like an oversized tommy gun, and it had been made by, ugh, White Dynamite, in one of his more reasonable moods. Godfather had one too, and while it might not do much against Lung, they had to at least try to minimize the damage however they could.
Sounds like the cracking of thunder kept echoing outside, and despite herself, Taylor wanted to see. Crawling over a reloading Sophia and the oddly subdued pair of their tinkers, she leaned out to see Alexandria flying past Lung, back and forth, her outstretched arm tiny against the now house-sized Lung's face. Still, despite the size difference, huge chunks of flesh were carved out by her fists, the Dragon being pushed back blow by blow into an area of the city that, despite being mostly empty, wasn't completely so.
Behind her, a rush of air.
"Bomb!" Lube-Job cried out, dodging into the armored car, moments before the crumbling form of Oni-Lee exploded in the warehouse, sending burning debris into the air.
It knocked Taylor off her feet, and on the other side of the gaudy purple car, she saw her father struggling to stand.
Then a man appeared over him, knife in hand, and the blade in her mind reached out to split the interloper in two.
"REMEMBER!"
The statement meant nothing without context, but Oni Lee paused, knife held up over her father's struggling form. Sophia had been caught in the blast, blown halfway across the big open room, and seemed to be as rattled as Taylor's father. Both Greg and Sherrel were likely ok, but it would take them moments to get out of the car. Could she simply wait and hope that whatever the hell the Asian teleporting killer was 'remembering' would get him to leave?
Fuck that!
Standing, she brought the heavy gun up to her shoulder, looking through the sight to see if the heavy concrete wall behind the ABB cape was going to be the only other thing caught up in her shot, and pulled the trigger.
A booming echo filled the room, and a chunk of the man's torso the size of a grapefruit exploded in a burst of gore. Some kind of music came from the gun as she fired, but Taylor didn't have time to think about Greg's fucking weirdness. She fired again, and his left hand burst, the recoil putting her aim off.
Instead of leaving, the now heavily bleeding cape still seemed stunned, her attack tuned to cause him maximum possible emotional damage.
At least he wouldn't have to suffer long. Taking a beat, Taylor lined up a third shot, and pulled the trigger, the deep pulsing rhythm of whatever kind of music her gun was making providing a soundtrack to the sight of Oni-Lee's mask bursting as his head separated from his body, the now bloody ruin of a carcass toppling on her squawking father.
"That fucking bitch!" Sophia roared behind her, and Taylor looked back, taking in the scene.
In the moments between their gang retreating back into the safehouse, and her... killing... of Oni Lee, the battle had moved past them. Legend had gotten on scene at some point, not exactly a challenging task for the famous cape, and he and Alexandria had pushed the now huge Lung into the water.
The water in between two piers roiled, the two fully-loaded piers now being smashed, along with a cargo vessel now being stomped into scrap by the ongoing fight, the salt water steaming in a billowing cloud, partially obscuring the fight.
Just as a big clawed foot kicked another hole into the side of the huge vessel, a huge scintillating beam shot out of the flying New York blaster, and it collided with Lung just as Alexandria hit him. It sent him, despite his size, flying like a skipping stone over the sea, vanishing over the horizon and out of sight.
There was silence for a moment, or maybe that was Taylor's damaged hearing from the explosion, but then the sound of the huge roaring fire out on the shoreline came to her attention along with the deafening sound of a horde of approaching emergency vehicles.
"We need to get our shit hidden!" Her dad said, shuffling up, blood pouring from a cut on his cheek, "And then I'm calling my fucking lawyer."
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