Three men and a woman were standing and sitting in a small circle as a nude body lay before them, unmoving. Taylor was wide eyed and limp, back to the floor as one of th larger men crossed his feet and used her as a footrest. Emma squinted and saw a small glimmer of drool leak from Taylor's lips, and oh god is that—

Emma threw up. She stopped, grabbed her hair and threw up again.

After the third time, She heard footsteps and ran.

* * *

One hour and a phone call later, Shadow Stalker was the one to enter the basement. She glided slowly like a leaf from the ceiling, and make a quick spin to scan the room.

"It's just Taylor, Ems."

Emma walked into the room as the vigilante walked over to Taylor's prone body. She was covered in dirt, small grazes and cuts and liquids. "Christ, they did a number on her."

The redhead didn't reply.

"...let's just get her cleaned and moved before they come back," Stalker finished, bending over to lift Taylor up.

She hesitated for a moment as she picked her up.

* * *

Sophia's eyes opened to a pale white room consisting of nothing but two wooden chairs and Taylor. She knew she was dreaming, somehow. It wasn't the obviously surrealistic environment, or the knowledge she was sleeping in her bed, or the fact Taylor wasn't slumped over like a lifeless puppet before her, holding a cup of tea.

"Where am I?"

"In your room," Taylor supplied. She took a small sip of the tea. "Mmm, Jayell's Brand. Tastes smooth."

Sophia shrugged away the context Taylor's words were giving her. Jayell's Brand; the first tea she drank when she was a kid, just to see what her parents were doing. Her mother still buys it. She didn't like the taste, it was as bad as cigarettes were to her young taste buds.

"I know this is... Different?"

"Yes, this isn't a normal dream."

Sophia walked over to the chair and sat on it, facing Taylor.

"Thanks for taking care of me. I know this may seem weird, but I mean it. You still... You still did what you did, and I hate that. I really do hate it, but this whole bathing me and watching over me... M-making sure I don't fall on my arm or choke... Thank you."

Sophia didn't budge an inch. She felt a scowl form. "That's-"

"I'm still going to get my own back however," Taylor interrupted, taking another sip. "Firstly on you, Emma and Madison."

Sophia tensed up. "How?"

Taylor smiled. "Since you've done so well to take care of my while I'm awake, I'll just take care of you while you're asleep."

Something made a metallic jangle, and Sophia immediately jumped up, only to be yanked backwards by the metal chains that had crept up on her.

"You see, I don't want to hurt you, since you three are the only people taking care of me."

The chains pulled taught, slowly. one on each arm. Sophia gasped a struggling breath as she was raised into the air. "Let go!"

Taylor didn't listen. Instead, she continued, getting up and dropping the teacup on the floor where it vanished instead of shattered. "But on the other hand, it is your fault."

The chains pulled tightly enough Sophia's only movable ligament was her neck.

"So I'm going to punish you where I can; your dreams. Every night I'll have my fun and if you mistreat me or hurt me or fail to lock the fucking door I'll do something bad," Taylor's hand changed shape into a claw. A single swipe cut through Sophia's garments. "And if you treat me well..."

The chains disappeared. Sophia fell to the floor. As she picked herself up, she felt a crossbow in her hands. She whirled on the spot, turning to look for Taylor. Maybe if she shot her the dream would end? It didn't matter as she caught sight of a new figure in chains. Stephen.

"I'm not some cheap horror movie villain, Sophie. Injuries don't carry over. But he's going to dream about whatever pain you give him."

Sophia smiled, then fired a bolt into his gut.

* * *

"Come on Sophia, you know what you have to do!"

Sophia sat naked in a glass box as the crowd of people slowly gathered. They were people, but simulated. However, the embarrassment was real.

Sophia tried a third time, sticking her hands deep into her wet vagina in an attempt to pull out the small egg lodged inside. If she did that, then she could get out of this glass box that she's trapped in. Otherwise...

She was already hating Taylor's punishments. If this was what it was like for something she didn't do, then a punishment for something she did might be much worse.

Poor Madison.

She reached further into herself than she managed the last two times, far enough that she actually felt the buzzing object in her fingers. Just a little more... ...and she accidentally pushed it further in and screamed as the orgasm building hit her. This was the fifth one in an hour.

She could hear the crowd laughing at her from the other side of the glass case.

"Fucking dammit!" she yelled.

More laughing.

* * *

"Emma, You're done?"

Taylor lay on a table, watching as Emma massaged her butt.

"Holy fuck tasers hurt."

"Not only that, what did you learn?"

Emma gulped. She tried to hide it, but she did.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled under hear breath.

Taylor held up a cattle prod next to her pierced nipple.

"I didn't hear you, Emma."

Emma's eyes went wide like saucers. "I'msorryforeverythingI'vedoneforthelastthreeyears!"

* * *

Sophia was still trying her hardest to grab the vibrator, but it had gotten to the state where she had no energy left. She was left panting, naked as her body twitched from overstimulation.

"G-god damnit," she breathed lightly. "T-taylor, you win already. I can't handle this."

"Holy shit."

Sophia immediately shot her arms over her privates and spun around.

"Taylor, this isn't funny! Come on!"

"You're in a dream too, huh?" Emma asked.

Sophia relaxed as well as a naked girl who is exhausted and trapped in a glass box with a vibrator inside her could. Not that much, surprisingly.

"Emma, Sophia needs a hand getting something."

Sophia's eyes widened. "No! No, I can do it myself!"

"Really?" Taylor's voice asked.

"Y-yeah, really."

"Then do it."

"W-with Emma here?"

"Oh come on, you did it in front of a crowd," Taylor supplied.

"Uugh... Fuck... I... This is too cruel, come on..."

"Time flies when you're having fun Sophia. I could have you in here for what feels like years. Just pull it out already, or ask for Emma's help."

Sophia sat down again, looked at Emma and she blushed like a stop sign.

* * *

"Oh god oh god oh god."

"It's easy, Madison. Look, I'm doing it!"

Madison watched as Taylor swam in the literal ocean of live, writhing and swarming insects, circling the small life raft with a backstroke as it slowly sunk.

"Land is only 10 Miles away, you can make it if you keep to a good pace!"

Like Totally Cheerful And Stuff!

(Автор: The Shadowmind)

A high-pitch scream can from the alley. With the dim streetlight I could make out the shaven heads of those shit-stain E88 scum from my perch on the rooftop. Couldn't see who screamed, but justifiable reason enough to give the Pig if she wants to no why I roughed up some skinheads.

I slipped the tranq bolt into crossbow and a second later the first of the three bastards hit the pavement. It was a satisfying thud when his head bounced off the brick wall.

The second one who was all muscle yells, " It's Shadow Stalker, run!" as he starts to tail it out of the alley. The bolt lands right in his ass as he lands face first on the ground. I couldn't of planned a more hilarious shot.

The third one looks to be in his early teens with an ache ridden face below shaven hair. I phased just in time as the I spotted the dark-glint of the gun. Bullets passed through me as the only who wasn't a pathetic coward unloaded the clip.

Before he reloaded, I launched another bolt. This one landed right in his eye. Blood dripped down his face as he feel. Even a tranq bolt could cause serious injury if it hit a soft spot. Severs that fucker right.

I phased as I jump to slow my fall, and landed in the alley. White ties went around the hands of my prey, then I looked around to see if the one who screamed was still around. Only thing left other than the trash was a pink and white pom-pom. Doesn't match the school colors of the any school in the Bay.

"Like you totally, like, save me from those bad men." came a voice form the direction of fabric.

'Did I just hear a piece of clothing talk?' I spun on my heel towards the voice.

The pom-pom rustled and shook as it indeed talked," I was like trying to warn the people of this planet that the totally uncool sex demons from beyond the star were like going to invade and such. They like already took over the planet I was like made at the Planet of the Bimbo Cheersluts, and it is like so uncool ya'know?

'It is what an LSD trips feels like? It seems very tame for a bunch of nonsense'

"Blah, blah, blah, empower warriors, blah blah, and so like I got to find five girls to empower so they can fight those lame-o loser demons when they like come. That like hard work and stuff, so your like the first girl I've found so I pick you as number one."

Pink light started to glow from the pom-pom and I attempted to widen the distance between the insane talking fabric and myself. I didn't even make it half-way out of the alley as before I was enveloped by the bright pink beam.

* * *

I failed to evade the light coming from the damn stupid alien pom-pom as my vision was filled with pink. A painfully hot pink seared my eyes as a heat started to build in my crotch.

My body moved on its own as my hands went towards my chest. I could feel the breast-flesh swell as until my hands could no longer contain their mass. My lips unwillingly parted as an moan escaped.

The weight on my hand increased and increased as my hair trailed down to my ass. In my pink-induced blindness I could still feel the stands being pulled. The fabric of ribbons wrapped them into two long strands onto the side of my head.

My legs spread apart out side of my control as I could feel the stretching of my hips. Something appeared in my hands as they wrapped tightly around the rods. One hand lunged forward while another slapped my rear that jiggled with its swollen mass.

I jumped in the air and screamed as a thunderous organism racked my body as the fucking transformation finally came to an end.

With a clack of heels, I landed onto the ground. Gone was my Shadow Stalker costume, gone was the my crossbow, gone was any shred of decency, gone was any amount of mercy.

"What the fucking shit sugar did you do you me, you fucking thing."

I ran the heel of the pink and white high heeled tennis shoe into the source of the fucking change. Everything was a bimboish pink and white. The tube top that didn't even cover the enlarged breasts. The tiny pleated skirt than was short enough to show that nothing covered my pussy. The ribbons that pulled my ass-length hair into pigtails. The pom-poms that my hands still haven't dropped.

Nurse Willbourne

(Автор: Coruscant Knave)

It turns out being blown up sucks. My concussion seemed to have mostly gone away, but everyone was very insistent that not only do the effects last days to weeks, things can get way worse if I'm not careful.

So, that's why I've been lying in bed for the past few days. Oh, and all the other injuries. Moving about on my own was difficult, but I can easily imagine myself running out to help the Undersiders and anyone else caught up in the fighting if I was even a little better off. I still might, but Brian, Alec, and Lisa have been taking shifts watching over me when Dad was at work. Rachel even had a brief turn.

It was sweet. Humiliating, but sweet.

A soft knock distracted me from my brooding, and I looked up to see Lisa standing in the doorway to my bedroom. She was smiling, as usual, but the curl of her lips wasn't quite there. Her eyes were sullen and she was having trouble keeping eye contact.

"Hey," I said when she didn't enter or speak herself. My voice was drowsy, still, since it was the first time I'd spoken since waking up a few minutes earlier. She jumped slightly, then visibly collected herself.

"Hey you. I'm up for the evening. How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I guess. No more headaches or dizziness or anything. Leg still feels like death, though."

"That's... good. Need anything? Food, water?" She hesitated, "bathroom?"

Now I couldn't look at her, and had to resist the urge to hide under my blankets. I pulled them a bit tighter, anyway. "Some water would be nice."

"Sure, no problem," she chirped, and smiled at me a bit too mischievously. Uhg, damn you, Bakuda.

I didn't need any help using the bathroom, just a shoulder to get me there. However, things were a bit different those first few hours home. I was more or less completely out of it. Lisa, being the only one not a guy or Rachel, had drawn the short straw. Though, now that I thought about it, Rachel taking care of me might have been more dignified. Which was weird, since it probably meant being treated like a dog, but I got the sense that I wouldn't feel judged. I didn't really think Lisa had judged me, but it was more embarrassing being seen like that by her, and she has definitely been acting strange since then.

Lisa had taken more shifts watching over me than anyone else, and she fussed over me like a mamma bear.

Case in point, she returned with more than just water. Also on the tray she carried were apple slices and first aid supplies.

"My dressings are fine," I huffed. "Checked them when I woke up. And you cleaned and redid them last night!"

"This is important, Taylor. I know what I'm doing. Here, enjoy. I'll do it when you're done."

She laid the tray in my lap and sat down in her seat next to me. I call it her chair deliberately, since no one else stays in here with me for almost their entire shift like Lisa does. She was quiet, and I let the silence linger while eating and drinking and pretending I didn't notice her watching me.

When I'd finished, she jumped up and quickly collected the dishes. She didn't leave immediately, though, and set the trey down. When she turned back to me, I didn't like what I saw.

Before I could defend myself, she reached out and dragged a finger over my lip. I starred dumbly at her as she pulled away with a bit of apple stuck to her finger. She put the finger in her mouth and slurped up the residue with her eyes closed and head lolling. After way longer than necessary, she withdrew it with a pop, licked her finger and lips clean, and then winked at me.