As I moved through the base, I could smell the dinner being made in the kitchen. I could smell sausage sizzling, and the wholesome smell of veggies roasting. Lisa sure knew how to hire good cooks, even if she wasn't much in the cooking department herself. As I passed by the kitchen, I could see RenИe bustling around. He said he was from one of the finest schools in Paris, but I had heard him talking in a Brooklyn accent on the phone once.
I paused outside the door to the dining room, and adjusted my yellow and black dress. It was a good thing I didn't have a secret identity anymore, or I could never have worn something so obviously insect-themed, even if it was a Christmas present from Sabah. Satisfied that the dress was smooth, and showed off what little of me was worth looking at, I stepped through the door.
Lisa sat at the head of the table, the candlelight making the skin exposed by her shoulderless, black dress shine. The smile she gave me was even brighter, though, as she looked up from the salad she was picking at.
"Taylor, I'm glad you're here. RenИe should be ready in a few minutes." I pulled out a chair next to her, and sat down. "So, how was your day?" As if she didn't know already, both from her power, and
the ten e-mails we had sent each other and the rest of the team.
We exchanged small talk about our day, the other Undersiders, and various other topics as the meal went on. Even though we didn't touch on any really important topics, I still counted that hour as more enjoyable and meaningful then any of the one that had preceded it. Finally, we were left with full bellies among the ruins of an excellent dinner. Snagging some mint sorbets, I led Lisa upstairs to her bedroom.
She ended up sprawled on her bed, while I plopped down onto the swivel chair she kept in front of her computer. I could feel a dull heat in my stomach over what we would be doing on her bed, but for now, we needed to let the quiche and vegetables settle. It would rather ruin the mood if one of us vomited on the other, after all. I turned to Lisa's computer, and decided to pass the time watching cat videos on YouTube, with Lisa getting up to peer over my shoulder. Half an hour later, she excused herself to go take a shower.
When she got back, her arrival heralded by the clicking of her high-heeled boots, I had taken off the dress, and folded it over the back of the chair, and taken the equipment out from under her bed. Just standing there in my black bra and panties was embarrassing, and more importantly, chilly. Still the shiver I had when Lisa looked me over wasn't entirely due to the cold. Lisa stared up at my face with a raised eyebrow.
"Why are you wearing clothes, girl? I thought I was very clear, you only get to wear what I tell you, when I tell you." I flushed, but remained silent. "Well, if words don't do the job, maybe pain will. You've been having this come for a while, girly." She stepped forward, and pushed me down to the bed. Sitting next to me, she flipped me over, and sidled underneath me, so that my lower stomach was on her lap. My side rubbed against the leather corset she was wearing, and I could feel the grid pattern in her stockings.
It had taken a long time for Lisa to be ready to do this sort of thing with me, both for her to get a better handle on her power, and accept all my nasty little secrets. It had taken just as long for me to accept her, to really trust her. But the feeling of security I had when she was on top of me, knowing that even though I couldn't fight back, she would still love me and take care of me? That made those eight long months' worth it. As Lisa's hand caressed my bottom, I focused on what she was saying.
"Now then, you've been a bad girl. I'm going to have to discipline you." Smack! Her palm came down on my right cheek. "That was for still wearing your underwear when I got back from the shower." Smack! My left cheek that time. "And that was for wearing such a naughty dress at dinner." Smack! "And that was for, let's see, putting your elbows on the table while eating." After half a dozen or so more, Lisa couldn't be bothered to think of any more imaginary transgressions, and stopped. My ass was tingling, but I made sure not to even squeak once.
Lisa picked up a bottle of lotion from the collection of toys and equipment, and started rubbing some onto my rear. It didn't really hurt, but the soft touch was still welcome. She worked her hand lower, lightly brushing against my folds.
"What's this? Are you wet, you naughty girl? Did you get excited over being punished for being bad? Well, let's see if we can't get those nasty thoughts out of your head." Lisa's words would have been more intimidating if I couldn't hear the smile in them. Still, I recognized my cue.
"Oh please, Mistress. I'll be good, I promise." Like her, I couldn't stop myself from smiling through my blush.
"Did I say you could talk?" Sighing, she stood up, letting me slide off onto her covers. She picked up a ball gag, a birthday gift for her from Aisha, and turned towards me. "Young missy, if you won't stay quiet on your own, I'll have to give you some assistance." Kneeling by my head, she quickly got the bright red ball part in, and secured the straps around the back of my head. We had both shared a laugh when we got it over the gag being used on me, when Lisa was the one who couldn't shut up.
Lisa then cuffed my arms and legs to the bed posts with some black leather restraints, pausing to run a hand through my hair. Sitting back, she admired her handiwork. My legs were spread, showing off my pussy, with a thin line of hair pointing down towards it. My nipples were poking above my barely-there breasts. Moving her eyes up my body, Lisa paused and smiled at me.
"Even if you are a nasty girl, at least you have a good body to make up for it." Leaning down, she started kissing my neck, while massaging my left breast with one hand, and circling my lower lips with her other, while rubbing her hips against my thigh. I moaned through the gag. It was so unfair, using her power to figure out where my weak spots where.
After who knows how long, she had kissed, licked, and nipped all the weak spots in range of her mouth, had switched between my breasts two times, and had my pussy soaking. As she sat up, I noticed that there was a wet spot on my leg, and that her cheeks were so flushed I could barely see her freckles. Pausing to catch her breath, she reached down and picked up a pink, double-ended dildo. Raising herself to make sure I got a good view, she slowly slid her end into her vagina, smiling as I blushed.
"Oh, is the naughty girl getting some nasty ideas? Well, you better be ready missy." She grabbed the end of the toy that was sticking out, and guided it into me. I groaned around the gag, feeling the dildo stretching me, and filling me up. Lisa slowly lowered herself down, till our breasts were flattened against each other, though that was a lot more noticeable for her then for me. As she worked an arm between me and the mattress, she gently slid the fake cock out of me, until only the tip was left inside. Then she just as slowly slid it back in.
Working her arm around to the back of my head, she undid the ball gag, but kissed me before I could say anything. I moaned into her mouth, the feeling from my hips too sublime to put into words. As she cradled my head, she slipped her tongue into my mouth, making certain I couldn't say anything.
As her hips started to pound into mine, driving the toy deep inside me every time, my own hips started to buck in return. My limbs strained at their bindings, while Lisa seemed intent on stealing the very air from my lungs. Finally, she broke the kiss, before throwing her head back and crying out. Her thrusts sped into a climax, driving me into my own. As I screamed out her name, she slumped back down on top of me, her hips slowly stopping, leaving the dildo halfway inside me.
She reached down, and pulled the toy all the way out, leaving it to rest between our bellies. Sighing, she then wrapped her arms around me in a hug. As I moved some insects to grab the keys to the handcuffs, she nuzzled her face against my neck.
"Well? Did you learn your lesson?" I smiled, and put my right arm against her back before answering.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll be good from now on." Lisa hugged me tighter, and leaned up to kiss me on the lips. As I had the rest of my swarm tug the blankets over us, I snuggled closer to my girlfriend. I may
already have a ton of work to do tomorrow, but for now, all I had to do was be with Lisa.
As I drifted off to sleep, I could just hear Lisa mutter something.
"I 've you, Taylor."
Highly SKilled
(Автор: Ziel)
Kid Win leaned over the back of the couch in the Wards' room.
"Hey Aegis, I've got a question."
The dark-skinned boy looked up from his book. "Yeah?"
"CB and I were talking, and we got to wondering," Kid said. "About-"
"About Skitter." Clockblocker interrupted from across the room.
"About Skitter," Kid repeated. "And uh... her talent. You've fought her a bunch, but it never seems like it bugs you."
"Ahhh," Aegis nodded knowingly. "I get you."
He turned on the couch so he could speak equally to Kid Win and Clockblocker at the same time.
"The thing with Skitter is," Aegis gestured vaguely at his own chest, emphasizing a set of curves he didn't have. "Sure, she's got a lot up top. Imagine for me, that glorious cleavage. Sweet, supple teenage flesh, barely restrained by her skin-tight costume. No bra can hold it, and she doesn't even bother. She flaunts it."
Kid and Clockblocker both nodded along with Aegis, their eyes far away, both of them drooling a little.
"And so you've got that amazing set of womanly assets. And then you look closer, and you realize that dead center, all snuggly and warm between Skitter's breasts, is a spider the size of your fist."
Kid Win and Clockblocker both cringed, their fantasies shattered in an instant. Aegis turned back to his book. "And that's why I'm not bothered by them."
"Also," He added. "I'm gay, so that helps."
Using What You Got
(Автор: volantredx)
"You say that," Sophia said from her spot on the chair nearby. "And yet I'm gay and I have the opposite problem."
Dennis opened his mouth, but before he could speak Aegis put a hand on his shoulder.
"No, let her figure that one out on her own." He said smirking.
Edit:
Bonus scene:
Having just driven off Siberian Taylor and Lisa discuss how to get Amy on their side.
"You're the one with all the plans," Skitter pointed out. "I'm out of ideas."
"Well, she's into girls." Tattletale said slowly.
"Yeah? So? What's that got to..." Skitter trailed off noticing Tattletale's stare. "Oh, um I'm not really sure."
"You don't have to sleep with her. Just let her have a little look." The blond paused, "Maybe let her get a good feel."
A few minutes later Amy had officially joined the Undersiders.
Edit:
Bonus Bonus scene
Amy had tried to wait, but Vicky had been taking forever. Any longer and they'll be late for the charity event.
"Hey Vicky, you in here?" She asked entering her sister's room. "I think we need to-oh god."
Standing in front of her full length mirror was her sister. What made this different was what Victoria was wearing. Amy had seen her sister in dozens of outfits over the years, but this one? This one topped them all when it came to sending hot spikes of arousal through her body. Giant knee high boots, what looked like a bikini bottom for pants and a corset. All pure white. Amy didn't even know that Vicky owned this sort of thing. It would have made the last few dreams a lot more interesting.
After what seemed like forever Vicky finally seemed to notice Amy behind her.
"Oh hey sis, what do you think?" She asked giving a twirl.
'You don't want to know what I'm thinking' Amy said in her mind. Out loud she responded, "I'm not sure what to think. Why are you dressed like that."
"Just thought I would try it out. Go for a change of pace."
"A change of pace?" Amy was really starting to get confused.
"Yeah, the classic look has worked so far but I'm almost 18. Time for Glory Girl to grow up a bit."
"Wait you mean that's going to be your uniform?" At her sister's nod Amy started to imagine seeing Vicky beat up bad guys dressed like that. Then she started to imagine her flying Amy around dressed like that. Then finally she started to wonder if she could plead out of leaving to spend some alone time in her room exploring that image more. Snapping herself out of it she realized something.
"Wait thins doesn't have to do with that bug girl does it?"
"No!"
Amy merely raised an eyebrow.
"Ok fine, but have you heard what people are saying? 'Hottest new cape in Brockton.' 'The Undersiders' newest temptress' 'Like that Goth Chick from high school started running around in costume.' It's not fair. She's not hot. She just a tramp. I'll show them hot."
"Oh Vicky, you don't need to run around looking like the cover to some metal album to look hot."
"You mean it?"
"Damn straight. you'd look good in anything. Now come here and give me a hug."
Vicky beamed and pulled Amy into a tight embrace. "You're the best sister ever Ames."
They stayed like that for a long moment before Vicky gave a light cough.
"Um Amy, hands."
"Right, sorry."
CYOA-Gnosis
(Автор: NaughtyBanette)
Part 1
Skitter Mode (0)
Apprentice Gnosis (3)
Comic Book Pretty (1)
Case 53 (-2)
Wildbow? What's a Wildbow? (-2)
Things got worse: Mini-endbringers (-2)
For Want of a Nail: No Scion (1)
For Want of a Nail: ??? (1)
"This must be..." I muse to myself, taking in my surroundings with a muted interest, "The strangest trip I've ever been on."
Which isn't really saying much, as I've never taken drugs before. But the things I've seen, and am seeing, are all so... There's really no words for it. I remember grand towers, schools of flying prismatic fish, rivers of molten lead, and walking across roads of time itself.
That was a fun experience.
Now? Now I'm not entirely sure what I'm seeing, only that I'm seeing far too much of it. I can see someone standing in front of me, only... No, that's not someone, that's me. I can see myself, because I can see the reflection of me in the mirror behind me. Some kind of 360 degree vision?
More than that, I can see so much more than I could before. I can see ultraviolet light (my new favorite color), and other forms of radiation. I can see the radio waves coming through the walls, thrown indiscriminately from some far off cell tower. If I focus—
"-Don't stop, believing!" I can even hear the radio, even though there's no radio to hear.
