Emma is calm, which was good. I'm supposed to make Emma happy, that's what I do. Dad makes Zoe happy, Mom makes Alan happy and I make Emma happy.
"We can't refuse," I say against my own volition. I immediately regret speaking as Emma shoots me a look.
"Does it feel good?"
I stay silent. I was bad, I should be good and listen to Zoe. Zoe said not to talk about it.
"Answer me!" Emma barked.
"I don't know!" I replied, a little fearful. I stood deathly still, still looking ahead. I'm not allowed to follow things with my eyes, that was the first rule I was taught. I'm a good girl. I won't make her sad. I won't be sad.
Emma got up and looked at me then the bed before slowly grabbing my lead.
She dragged me over and then sat me on the bed. I could feel my heart race, my heartbeat thumping in my head. Emma slowly moved her hand over my breast and touched the ring there gently. "We could do this," she muttered. "Maybe we could understand them."
I took a deep breath, and Emma followed suit.
"I'm sorry, it's... it's just..."
I know. I understand her pain.
I did the good thing to do. I gave her a hug.
* * *
"Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!"
The chants filled the old church. It was designed simply to hide. A lair, masterfully altered to function as the headquarters for a rebellion. Alan Gramme was to thak for such a feat.
"Jack! Jack! Jack!"
Several dozens of followers from all walks of life were listening to Jack Slash. Escapees, former slaves, former masters and many more chanted.
Jacob Cutter smiled at the gathering before him.
"Yes! I am Jack! I am the man who will guide us to restoring the world as it should be!" he called out. "You have all realized that the peace that was brought to us was merely an illusion! They are taking away our freedom, our livlyhoods!"
The crowd jeered.
"My own parents hid me to avoid a terrible fate! Alan the Terraformer had to kill his own wife and daughter!"
Jack pulled out a dagger from his pocket and held it high, making the blade glint to everyone in the crowd as he turned it. He brought the knife down onto the desk in front of him and his powers helped him cleave the wood in two.
Several members gasped and flinched before the dust settled. Jack smiled and pointed the blade at the crowd.
"What we do is not revolution, but revenge. We aren't saints, and we aren't going to heaven. We'll be bringing hell to earth."
Even more cheers. Eventually refreshments were served, and Jack walked to his chambers.
He walked into the room slowly, then pulled out a glass and a bottle of scotch.
"Cherie," he said. He knew she was there.
Cherie Vasil sighed and rubbed her arm. "The crowd was as you expected; happiness and righteous anger. There was two with outlying emotions."
"Really?" Jack asked, pouring his glass.
"Alexis White was simply angry. Mark Heart was scared."
Jack took a sip and thought for a moment. "Mark is the spy. Alexis was hit too close for comfort with my mention of family, but Mark must be scared for my plans. Kill him."
Cherish moved for the door but Jack snapped his fingers, signaling her that he wasn't finished.
"Also, are the new spies here? The ones from Europe?"
"Yes," Cherie said. "The Citykiller and the Germans are here."
Jack turned around to face his ally. "Don't be like that. What your father did was not your fault."
"They are right," Cherie countered. "He was a monster."
"That doesn't mean they were right about you."
"I feel like one, Jacob."
"I know," he said, holding the bottle out. "Drink?"
Cherie took it and gulped a large swig before handing it back. Jack grinned and watched her go, taking a moment to peek at her rear end. He needed someone to take up the mantle if he died, and Cherie was one of his eight candidates. She was tricksy, manipulative, ambitious and wanted to do good. Sadly, she was filled with self-doubt and had amoral tendancies. She could ruin the rebellion single handedly on a whim if she was upset.
He thought about one of his other candidates, the spy known as Madison. She was eager to look for young minds to attract to the cause, especially after what happened to Sophia. Apparently she was on a mission right now, scoping a promising girl in Brockton Bay. Hopefully they'll join. If not, the family dies and the slaves are euthanized.
He moved to grab his tumbler when it shifted away from him across the table. He smirked and turned to the assassin.
"Citykiller," he said. "Good to see you."
"Shatterbird," the woman replied. "I'm Shatterbird."
Jack took a moment to gaze at the woman before him. She was naked, clothed only in stained glass like a dress. Jack would have killed to have a trump power at that moment, an ability to make it all fall away.
He looked up at the woman and although her face was hidden well her brown cheeks were flushed. She caught him staring and she liked it.
Jack grinned. "Are the others coming?" he asked.
Shatterbird closed the door. The light from outside faded, and jack hit the lightswitch across the room gently with his fingernail.
"Now, about your payment..."
Red Ice
(Автор: Troutfish2333)
The filth had clung to her. The decayed blood though.
That is what she felt the most.
In despair she became something more.
She didn't Much care for it honestly.
The filth she rejected.
The blood...
That she kept.
Brown and rotting. Stinking, seething the mass churns steaming hot bursts of red spreading.
Powers. She decides. Severely limit her options.
Well she decides after her mind is her own again anyway.
Madness. She decides in the same moment. Is rather more trouble than it's worth.
Calm comes slowly.
She bides her time.
She keeps quiet. The only hints of a Parahumam about are a few traumatized muggers and a couple would be rapists.
Always the same story.
A rail thin brunette. Walking, shoulders back but head down as if in thought.
The moment she is accosted her back flays apart blood spilling out in a torrent seperating into wing or tentacles.
She stays hidden otherwise.
She's no interest in capes villain or hero.
She's no interest in the PRT.
Or the Gangs.
That comes to a crashing halt when Aegis careens through her living room wall. Followed a moment later by a fully transformed Hookwolf. Chased by a very, very irate looking Battery.
Danial Hebert is thrown heavily from his place by the DVD player. The crunch of bone and wood where he struck the wall across the room draws a ragged scream from Taylor.
It draws forth rage
Her blood and the old blood. And new blood from those few idiots she took from.
Singing, and Surging, and Aching.
Flaying her spine, her ribs, her chest and breasts. there is no flesh only the flying shards of rust colored hail and the shrieking wail of of a teen girl with no lungs no heart no more patience for the ones who have now harmed her father.
Red ice forms wings and slashing whips.
A thin tendril makes contact. Flows over metal and blades, coats and surounds and holds. Slams into the others.
The running battle through her home finished as two hero's and a villain are dragged none to gently back into her presence.
"Enough." Growls Taylor Hebert. Features pale white. Voice echoed like a choir of thousands in the shards of blood.
A Price of Pride and Blood
(Автор: SamePardi)
Sophia growled as she once again surveyed her surroundings. She wasn't being held in a proper cell, just trapped in a kneeling position by constraints in the middle of a loading dock.One side of the room was open and round with a enormous circular door to match. The other side was clearly meant as a docking station and filled with expensive tools she didn't recognize or understand. She'd already passed out once testing herself against the shock generating constraints so now she was stuck waiting, though not sure what for.
She tried not to jump as the alarm klaxon started. Instead she shifted her focus to the circular door as it slowly, but quietly, slid open. The light from the bay spilled out and cut away the shadows that were cast on the twenty meter tall instrument of war. Sophia couldn't help but blink as she recognized the vehicle. "Maddarms?" Her words came out as a question. Certainly she'd heard of the new tinker in town and seen his giant robot but nobody expected him to have a base anywhere near this level.
The mech rode the flames of its many thrusters into position in front of the dock and paused. Dozens of arms suddenly extended from the walls and held the mech in place. With a hiss of equalizing pressure the cockpit opened to reveal its occupant. Sophia blinked as she got a better look at the form revealed by the skin-tight purple and yellow pilot suit. They were tall and not very well endowed but definitely female, and maybe a bit on the young side.
As the pilot slid out of their seat and onto the dock there were a few brief flashes of light. Sophia had to blink away the spots for a moment and when she did their attire was entirely different. Now they were wearing a dark purple power armor that mimicked their form underneath and had an armored cowl surrounding the backs and sides of their neck up to about their chin. When the pilot turned to look at her she could just make out a pair of softly glowing white eyes behind the dark tinted glass that hid her face.
"Hey! The fuck is going on!" Sophia shouted belligerently. There was a deep current of fear running through her, but that just made her even more determined not to show it.
"Oh. I almost forgot about you," The young woman said in dry tone. She then turned to walk towards Sophia. Surprisingly the glass covering her face suddenly retraced in four different directions, despite its lack of seams, and revealed a familiar face though with pure white eyes.
"Hebert! What the fuck!? Let me go you weak little bitch!" Sophia shouted at the girl.
Taylor just chuckled but it was a dark defeated thing. "You know, I'm glad you're here Sophia. You have no idea what it's been like all this time with nobody to talk to."
Sophia growled, "So what? You trapped me here because you were lonely?"
The smile the young brunette gave her was sad but then she snapped her fingers and a gag blinked into existence in Sophia's mouth, "Not at all. In fact, just a couple weeks ago I was ready to thank you. I thought I triggered in that locker you see. When my mind broke and I looked into the void... You see I woke up so full of ideas..."
"PHO told me I was a tinker, and I was happy! I could be a hero. The kind of hero a useless cunt like you could never be: the kind that actually helps people." Taylor smiled fondly then frowned. "They were wrong of course, but I didn't know that then. I built my first implant right away with just some spare alarm clock parts and a smart phone I spent most of my money to buy."
Sophia glared at the girl who looked at her with a slight smirk. Then with a flourish of her right hand Taylor was suddenly holding a nugget of pure gold. Her eyes went wide at the sight.
"No material problems. Everything I could ever want... free." Taylor spat the word like the worst curse. "I kept going. Built my pocket dimension, my armor, then this base. I finally built the Maddarm Crusader over there and took my place among the heroes of this city... But I got curious. I had to know where it came from. So I built the viewer and once more gazed into the void... Only this time it looked back."
The supposed hero's monologue was interrupted by a screeching sound that filled the air and cut into Sophia's mind like an instant headache. Sophia looked around for the source but didn't find it. Only then did she realize the gag was gone. "The fuck was that?" She asked but Taylor just looked towards the door leading further into the base.
"Fuck, what are you even keeping me here for? Did just want to gloat about getting powers? Fuck you, Hebert." Sophia barked out.
"Gloat? No. Oh no." Taylor looked back at her meeting her eyes, only now her irises were blood red. "This is a confession. Possibly the only one I'll ever get to make." The sound was back but louder this time.
Sophia felt her adrenaline surge as her head once more felt like it was being cracked open from the inside. "Fuck, Hebert... The fuck is that?"
"The beginning of the end." Taylor replied in a dead voice.
Suddenly the lights in the loading bay went out. It was only for a moment but when they were returned there was another figure standing over Sophia. This one was dressed in a white and gold variation of what Taylor was wearing, though with much more decorative flair to it. It was also impossible not to notice her body's near porn star proportions. "Oh, is she for me, Taylor?"
"Of course, your highness. By now I'm well aware of how you like your midnight snacks." Taylor started with a slight smile.
"Oh please, Taylor, no need for the formalities, you're my fiancee after all." The woman said then snapped her fingers. Suddenly a fourth person was standing next to her. "Take her to get chipped, sex slave model of course. Then see she makes it to our chambers. The Duchess and I shall be along shortly."
Sophia stared at Taylor who looked back with a brief look of apology in her eyes. Then it hardened into a dispassionate gaze. It was the last thing Sophia saw before she fell into the void.
* * *
Spoiler: The Premise
Taylor accidentally taps into the tech base of an inter-dimensional vampire empire. She then marries into the royal family and becomes duchess of Earth Bet in an attempt to save it from becoming a mere 'cattle world'.
Aftermath
(Автор: ArnaudB)
In a post-Aftermath world. Taylor Hebert was kept at a youth camp, one filled with childish play of dominance, bullying and rape. Her suffering life changed when she received the Gift, became one of those with that power, that of the rulers that overturned the claims of the powerless.
Leave all hope behind, leave all hope behind. This is a challenge for depravity.
* * *
-Taylor ran to her hideout, away from her tormentor and to the place where she painfully created what she would need to escape. Before she could Sophia caught her and she was submitted to humiliation. Sophia spoke of Taylor low worth, their hopeless fate in camp, of Emma whose growing prettiness got her an attention from a Ruler that Sophia wasn't able to shield from endless rape. Sophia drew a parallel with Taylor's situation as she raped Taylor, couldn't do anything to prevent it. Sophia used both men and dildo that passed despite the rulers.
