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Superia #1: Recruitment Drive pt. 1

by Sigma

I

"What the hell are you doing?" Naomi asked on the down motion of her 50th pull up.

Alexis stood a few feet away, cell phone raised as she watched her friend go up for another pull up. "I told my brother this is how you work out and he didn't believe it. I'm gonna send him this," she said while panning her phone down to capture the heavy piece of metal that dangled from the chain wrapped around Naomi's waist. She panned around the workout area, showing the weights and the ultra-fit, muscle bound citizens of Delta City using them before coming back to Naomi.

"You mean Anthony?" Naomi asked, grunting as she went back up. Sweat soaked her brow, her chest, and her back. The summer midday sun, hanging in the sky above Delta City's Prospect Beach, beat down on her as she lifted her head above the bar again. "When am I gonna get to meet him?"

"That depends on when he gets his ass on a plane to fly out here," Alexis told her. She adjusted the shoulder strap on her own neon green workout outfit and kept her camera on Naomi, focusing on every taut, lean muscle as she went through the motions. "Maybe I need to give him some incentive," she said while zooming on Naomi's nipples as they poked against the inside of her drenched sports bra.

Naomi paused and looked at her friend and then went back up. "Yeah, well, when he does visit, I don't want to hear your complaining when you have to listen to us moaning in my apartment all night."

"Fuck you, Naomi," Alexis laughed.

"That's the idea, babe," she grinned in response while coming back down. She hung from the bar and looked past Alexis, over her shoulder and at the crowd of beachgoers not too far off. "Lex..."

"You finished? That was only 54," Alexis said to her, looking from behind her phone.

Naomi dropped into the sand, her muscular thighs in tight shorts shaking slightly as she unwrapped the weight from her waist but never took her eyes off of Alexis. She then darted forward, extending a hand outward. "Lex, move!" she shouted, shoving her out of the way.

"Ah! What the fuck?!" Alexis screamed in surprise as she staggered and dropped her phone. "The fuck is wrong with...oh shit..."

Naomi bolted across the beach, her bare feet kicking up sand behind her and a scowl on her face as she eyed the two men, heavily tattooed and in black leather vests, moving in her direction. One of them raised the bulky, heavy rifle he held in his hand and the other removed a smaller gun of a similar design from under his vest.

"Fuck!" Naomi cursed and rolled to the side when they fired. Instead of the loud bang of bullets, Naomi heard the burst of energy coming from the weapons. As she ran, she watched bolts of energy singe the ground where she had been standing, and she kept moving as the shooters tracked her and tried to take her out.

Screams sounded as the gathered people realized what was happening and ran to get away.

Naomi rounded on the shooters, her speed keeping her ahead of their aim until she circled in on them completely and launched herself into the air. One bare foot nailed the man with the bigger gun in the chest. Before he hit the ground, Naomi spun on her heel and caught the other man in the jaw, causing him to spiral through the air. It was over in seconds. The second man was out cold while the first lay in the sand, clutching the spot in his chest where Naomi kicked him.

"Agh...fucking bitch..." he cursed.

Naomi walked over to the second man and looked down, seeing the familiar symbol of the Grim Reapers Motorcycle Club on the back of his best. "Motherfuckers..." she growled and turned around. She stomped over to the man who was still conscious and grabbed his collar to drag him back to the workout area.

"Get your goddamn hands off of me!" the biker demanded, only to be thrown into the sand right next to the pull up bars. Naomi kicked him in the ribs to force him to roll over and picked up the circular weight she had around her waist. The engraving on it read "100 lbs."

"You shitheel bikers are still taking shots at me? How many of you are out there?" she demanded.

"Fuck you!"

Naomi shook her head and dropped the weight on his chest.

"Agghh!!" he groaned.

"I've got all day," Naomi told him before going to a rack and picking up a second 100 pound weight.

"I'm not telling you shit!"

Naomi shrugged and dropped the second weight, and the man groaned and struggled to breathe under the pressure. Naomi went and grabbed a third weight. "Talk, before you can't, asshole."

He tried to say something, but the words struggled to come out. Naomi raised the weight so it would drop on top the two already stacked on top of him. "I'm not in the mood, dude...Come on."

She noticed the biker smiling and started to drop the third weight when the man suddenly pushed himself up off the ground and she had to jump to the side to avoid getting hit in the face with the weights.

"What the fuck...?" Naomi asked. She glanced at his leg and saw a needle stuck in it, and in that moment of distraction, the biker surged at her with inhuman speed and floored her with a hard punch to her stomach. Before Naomi could get up, the biker grabbed her by her hair and lifted her with one arm. Black veins covered his face, arms, and chest, and a murderous look filled his eyes. He hit her again, harder this time, and Naomi groaned and recoiled when the biker leaned in and licked the sweat from her chest and neck. He grinned, and grabbed a handful of her tit, squeezing tight and savoring the feel. She was stunned enough that she couldn't fight back, and the biker raised her up and then slammed her into the sand.

She laid on the ground, her arms and legs splayed out and her eyes rolled back The biker stood over her, his cock erect underneath his pants as he licked his lips and loomed over his victim.

When Naomi pushed herself up to her hands and knees, she felt an arm snake around her neck and squeeze tight. She tried to pry the biker off of her, but his grip was like iron. She clenched her teeth, kicking her near-naked legs to try and get her feet under her, but they kept sliding in the sand. She felt a hand force its way down her shorts, brushing the flesh of her thigh and probing between her legs as the biker laughed in her ear.

"Get off!" Naomi demanded.

"Shit..." Alexis whispered, watching with her phone still raised. "Naomi! Stop fucking around!"

"This asshole took something!" Naomi answered. She gasped when a finger penetrated her, and she tried harder to fight back. She moved one hand away from the biker, clutching at the sand underneath her as the biker pushed his finger in deeper and began thrusting in and out. Her Aphrodite physiology was already starting to betray her. The stimulation was already taking hold. The biker reached his other hand down while maintaining his hold on her neck and continued playing her tits, pinching her hardened nipples between his fingers.

She gasped in short, rapid breaths, trying to maintain control of herself as the biker kept up his assault but, as if out of reflex, she spread her legs even further.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit," Alexis cursed, recognizing what was happening. Without any other options, she looked at the phone in her hand, pulled back, and launched it, hitting the biker between his eyes.

With his fingers still inside Naomi and his hand still playing with her tits, he glared at Alexis and licked his lips after the device bounced off his face uselessly. "Wait your turn. I like chocolate, too..." he laughed.

Alexis stomped toward him. "Get off of her, you motherfucker!"

Naomi's eyes rolled back in her head and her jaw went slack as the feelings of pleasure welled up in her body. She barely registered what was happening around her. The biker never broke pace playing with her flesh. She then watched a muscular, tattooed arm lash out, and Alexis' body whipped back and fell into the sand.

"I guess I'm gonna have to beat some sense into you first," the biker laughed at Alexis after having hit her and knocked her down. He pushed Naomi into the sand and stood up, walking past her and to her downed friend.

Naomi blinked and looked up, her senses coming back to her. She watched the biker walk toward Alexis while cracking his knuckles. She then turned back and looked at the weights.

Alexis held her stomach where the biker punched her and clenched her teeth. The blow stung like hell and she was sure there was going to be a bruise there in the morning, but she was determined not to show she was in pain. Instead, she clenched a fistful of sand and looked back at the biker when he got close.

"Gonna make you squeal, little girl," the biker laughed and reached down, only to recoil when Alexis threw sand in his eye before forcing herself up and darting away.

"Ugh! Bitch!" the biker howled and rubbed his eyes. He started to chase her when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey!"

When he turned around, a circular, 100 pound weight flew like a discus and nailed him in the jaw, knocking him off his feet and into the sand.

The biker tried to get up, but Naomi landed on his chest with her knees, knocking the air from his body and cracking some bones as well. She then straddled his chest, squeezing him with her muscular thighs with fury in her eyes as she pushed him down. "Don't you ever put your fucking hands on her again..." 

"Gonna make you pay for what you did to my fucking crew, whore!" The biker spat. "Where the fuck is Riot?!"

Naomi punched him in the face and looked at the black veins all over him. "What the hell did you do to yourself?" she asked, only to get a savage growl in response. "All right...fine!" she spat and threw another punch, stunning the brute. It was a blow that should have knocked him out, but his eyes rolled back in his head and he tried to push her off. She hit him three more times, putting more force behind the blows and finally knocking him unconscious.

"Damn..." Naomi muttered, looking at her fist as she got up. She turned to the sounds of sirens and saw several police cars pull up on the beach. A crowd was gathered as well, many with their own phones out and focused on the action.

"See that? You handled it," Alexis grinned and stepped forward. "I had faith in you. I had to help you, but I had faith."

Naomi looked at the cops and the crowd, and then at Alexis and smirked as she stood. "Guess we need to get you a costume then?" she laughed. "Thanks."

Alexis rubbed her friend's shoulder. "Throwing sand in his eye was my last resort. I was about to leave your ass here," Alexis said to her while she checked that her phone wasn't broken.

"Well, don't show your brother me getting my ass kicked. Send him this, instead," she grabbed bottom of her sports bra with both hands and flashed her D-cups and stuck her tongue out.

Alexis jumped in surprise at the suddenly display and then sighed and put her phone away.

Naomi bellowed a laugh and slapped her on the shoulder, ignoring the snap of phone cameras. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

II

The metal door groaned when Naomi pushed it open, and she walked into the spacious room and slammed it shut behind her.

Riot looked up at her with a smirk on her face and raised her shackled hands. The chain keeping them together was tethered to a ring built into the floor and the suppression collar on her neck assured she couldn't use her powers to break free.

"Well don't you look like shit? I mean, more than usual..."

Naomi raised a brown paper bag but stayed where she stood. "If you plan on eating today, you'll shut up and listen to what I have to say."

Riot sniffed at the air. "What's in there?"

"Two beef burgers from Gut Busters, and some fries."

"Shit..." Riot growled, and suddenly so did her stomach. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Two of your assholes ambushed me at the beach today. They had some kind of weird sci-fi guns, and then when that didn't work, one of them used some kind of drug that made him...well, it made him strong, like us."

Riot tilted her head to the side. "What the fuck are you talking about? Are you high again?"

"No, dipshit. It's exactly like I said," Naomi told her before producing Alexis' phone and tossing it to Riot. "Press play."

Riot looked at the video. "Holy shit. Well, those two are Smokey and Hawke, but I can't help you with that other shit," she told her while sliding the phone back.

"So you don't know where they got the guns?"

"No. Only guns we had are whatever we brought with us when we came over from Star City, and we never stole any shit like that. Turbo was actually in charge of finding us a supplier but...well...then you came along. I definitely don't know what that shit Hawke used on himself was."

Naomi searched Riot's face for a lie but found nothing but an annoyed glare. She then huffed and shook her head. "Fine," she then threw the bag of food to her.

Riot opened the bag and took out a burger and unwrapped it. "Hey," she called to Naomi, who had the door half open. "No fucking onions next time."

"Hurry up and eat. There's a small group of frat boys out there waiting for you. I told them they could have a go all at once." 

"I'm gonna rip your fucking face off when I get out of here..."

"With the money I'm making off of your ass, I'll be able to buy a new one," Naomi replied with a raised middle finger before she closed the door behind her as she left.

Out in the hall, Naomi stepped aside as a busty woman in a schoolgirl outfit whipped a naked man with a riding crop and forced him to walk down the hall. Naomi exchanged smiles with her co-worker, Violet, and went in the other direction. In the club's main area, the collective heat of several dozen naked bodies hit her like a wave, but she weaved through the crowd of swingers, voyeurs, doms, and subs as she made her way over the bar.

Alexis sat on a stool, one leg crossed over the other while she drank a soda and waited. Naomi slid her phone to her and sat on the stool next to her.

"No good?" Alexis asked.

"Riot doesn't know shit. Which means I'm nowhere with this."

Alexis rubbed her shoulder with a reassuring hand. She started to say something when her phone buzzed with a message and she grabbed it.

Naomi leaned over. "Is that Anthony? Did he like my tits?" she grinned.

"It's your other admirer," Alexis said before giving her the phone.

Naomi blinked and took the phone. She then read the message on the screen.

"Saw the video of the trouble you had with those bikers. The stuff they had on them is moving through a warehouse on 48th and Grove. Your welcome. :)" - Mantis.

"All right, let's go kick some ass." Alexis said, getting up.

"No, hold on," Naomi stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder and making her sit back down. "You get one taste of action and suddenly you're Foxy Brown. I'm going. You go home. I have no idea what I'm gonna find there."

"Yeah, okay, fine. You be careful, though."

"Of course," Naomi said before getting up. Just as they started to leave, they were stopped by a group of four young men, clean shaven with t-shirts that said "Delta City University" on the chests. One of them, the apparent leader, approached Naomi with some hesitation.

"Umm...is...is she ready?"

Naomi blinked in confusion for a second before slapping her forehead. "Right! Shit, sorry," she took a key from her pocket and put it in the young man's hand. "Room 4. Drop the key back here at the bar when you're done. Don't take her chains off. No matter what. Have fun, tiger," she said before pushing him and his friends along.

When they were gone, Naomi and Alexis looked at each other before bursting into laughter as they left the club.

III

Some time later, night was beginning to descend on the city and Superia stood on a rooftop across from the warehouse. She wore a new costume, a silver, sleeveless skintight bodysuit under the leather jacket from the first costume that got destroyed in her fight with the Grim Reapers two weeks ago. When she thought about that, her thoughts quickly went to the two Grim Reapers who attacked her earlier that afternoon and she growled. "Fucking bikers..."

She knelt low and watched a truck pull up to the side door of the warehouse. Men in urban camo fatigues hopped out and went around the back and began unloading crates. At the same time, the door opened and a big man, all muscle, wearing a black tank top and matching urban camo pants came out and began directing them.

"What the fuck...the army?"

"Not quite," a woman's voice spoke.

Superia jumped up and spun, fists ready, when she found herself faced with two women. One was a black woman of average height with a buzz cut dyed blonde and eyeglasses with thick frames. She wore dark, non-descript clothing that could best be described as business casual underneath a dark green shawl. Superia could tell from first glance that the woman's outfit was more expensive than anything she personally owned.

The other woman towered over her. By Superia's guess, she was at least 6 foot 4, and solidly built with dark hair shaved at the sides and tied into a topknot on top. Her curvy body was wrapped in a skintight two-piece outfit that was red with yellow highlights. Her skin was a light shade of brown, a Pacific Islander, by Superia's guess and she immediately pegged her as another Aphrodite.

"Apologies, Superia. I didn't mean to startle you," the smaller woman said, stepping forward and extending her hand. You can call me Delphi. We have a mutual acquaintance."

Superia thought for a second. "Mantis?"

"Indeed. She thought it was time I introduce myself," she said, hand still extended.

Superia took her hand and shook merely as a courtesy.

Delphi smiled and pointed her thumb back. "This is Bombshell."

"Yo," the big woman said in an indifferent tone, arms folded across her ample chest.

"Uh huh..." Superia answered. "Will Mantis be joining us?"

"I'm afraid not," Delphi answered. "She passed along the same intel to us both because she wanted me to see how you perform in the field."

"Fooor...."

"I've been putting together a new team in the wake of Star Woman's death. We'd like you to join us."

"Oh, that..." Superia sighed. "No, I'm good."

"I really think it would be to everyone's benefit. You'd have the backup you need in certain situations, and in turn you'd be bringing a new perspective to the team," Delphi reasoned.

"Yeah, Mantis told me about some of the others in your little girl gang. You have a ninja and a plant woman or something?"

"That's...not entirely inaccurate."

"Uh huh. She didn't mention this one, though," Superia said, pointing to Bombshell. "What can you do besides be big and scowl?"

"I can twist your head off, smart-ass," Bombshell threatened and took a step forward, but stopped when Delphi put a hand on her large bicep.

Superia chuckled and stepped back toward the edge of the rooftop. "I hope the others at least know how to take a joke."

"Are you declining, then?" Delphi asked.

"Yeah, the spandex Girl Scouts is a hard pass for me. I don't want to have to start wearing a mask, either."

Delphi shrugged. "Some of our members don't wear them. Bombshell doesn't," she said and pointed her thumb back.

Superia looked at Bombshell again. "Oh yeah...what's your deal?"

"I don't need to. How many 6-foot-4 Samoan women do you think there are in Delta City?" 

"Great point," Superia said. "But, I'm wasting my time shooting the shit up here with you two. Good luck with all that, though. I'm gonna go bust up whatever's going on down there," she said, pointing back to the warehouse before jumping back and saluting on her way down.

Bombshell folded her arms across her chest and stared at Delphi, who kept her gaze forward. Sounds of shouts and faces being punched filled the night air seconds later, but the two of them remained silent, with Bombshell never breaking her gaze.

"Don't stare at me like that," Delphi finally relented.

"I told you this was a waste of time."

"She'll come around. Mantis is sure of it."

"Mantis also has a hard-on for this woman, in case you haven't noticed. God only knows why. I've known her two minutes and I wanted to toss her off this roof," Bombshell added.

"She's never wrong about these sorts of things, and we aren't exactly in a place to be turning away manpower."

Gunshots sounded on the air, followed by more impacts of faces being punched.

Bombshell sighed. "Do you want me to go help her?"

"No. She'll either be fine, or she'll learn she isn't fine."

***

Superia stood over several unconscious men, and snapped a rifle, a normal gun, in two over her knee before tossing it aside. She looked at the back of the truck and climbed in, finding it filled with several identical crates. She broke one open, and found it filled with guns like the ones the two bikers at the beach had. When she looked through others, she found more guns as well several containers of a strange, thick black liquid. "This must be that rage drug or whatever that shit was..." she said before closing the crate and getting out. She opened the door to the warehouse and found it mostly empty, save for a few scattered stacks of crates similar to what she found in the truck.

"You new in town?" a voice spoke from the shadows.

Superia spun around, trying to find the source.

"Up here."

Her gaze went up to second level catwalk and she saw the big man she saw outside, the one directing the unloading of the truck.

"Not exactly," Superia answered his question. "Come down and let's have a chat."

The man vaulted over the railing and fell through the air, landing on the warehouse floor in a crouch. He then stood up to an impressive height and approached Superia, where she caught the fact that he was powerfully built and stood a good 6 or inches over her height of 6 feet. His skin crawled with black veins.

"Shit..." she muttered to herself.

"So you're one of those Aphrodite chicks? I'm not impressed," he sneered, rolling his muscular shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't impressed with those two idiot bikers you gave guns to when they came at me earlier today, so I guess it's one big disappointment party today."

"Ah. That's who you are. Heh, I heard you gave the Reapers a proper ass-fucking. Those two were pissed, sister. I didn't think the guns would do much good in their hands, but money is money."

"Where'd the guns come from, Rambo? And that black shit, what is it?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I can't have hardware like that on my streets. Come on, let's make this easy."

"Tell ya what," the man said. "You beat me, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Superia shrugged and stepped back. "What do I call you?"

"Striker. Sergeant Striker."

"What are you, a fucking cartoon character? Fine. Superia," she answered. She took a fighting stance, fully prepared to take Striker on, when he disappeared in a blur of motion. In the blink of eye, she felt a fist drive into her stomach with enough force to send her flying into some nearby crates.

Before the dust settled, Striker had her by the throat and up from the rubble. Black veins marked his exposed skin and a smirk cross his scarred face.

"Oh yeah, guess I'll work out on you for a bit." 

Superia lifted both feet and drove them hard into Striker's chest, causing him to wince. She then swung her knees up, catching him in the jaw hard enough to loosen his grip. Her momentum allowed her to flip out of his grip and land a few feet away, but Striker was already back on her when she landed.

She yelled when Striker's joined fists hammered her on the top of her head and knocked her to the floor. She yelled again when he grabbed her by her ankle and slammed her into the ground back and forth, three times. The last impact left her rattled, looking up at the dim warehouse lights with blurred vision.

"What happened to all that energy, Superia? All tuckered out already?" Striker taunted. "That's too bad."

"Ugh...fuck you..." Superia groaned. She rolled over and pushed herself to her hands and knees. She tried to stand, but faltered and fell back down and began crawling away toward the door. She heard Striker's boot steps behind her and tried to move faster, only to growl when he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

"No, no, no...you know how this works," Striker laughed. He forced her to her knees and walked around, pants down and stiff cock already out. When Superia threw a weak punch at his chest, he knocked her hand aside and forced his cock into her mouth. He gripped her hair in his fist and thrust his hips back and forth, forcing his cock in and out of her mouth, drawing gasps and groans. He forced himself deeper, pushing himself as far as he could until Superia's face was in his mound.

Despite herself, Superia felt her nipples harden as she lapped her tongue around Striker's cock. The sensation of ecstasy ran through her body, and she could feel herself growing wet between the legs while she spread them apart, her knees grinding against the rough surface of the warehouse floor. After a few more thrusts, Striker pulled himself out and threw Naomi to the floor face first. Her head still swam, and her body tingled as she licked her lips. She felt hands grab her jacket and pull it off, and then her costume followed. Striker then grabbed her neck from behind and bent over her, his breath in her ear as he leaned in.

"Like I said, I heard you gave the Reapers a good ass-fucking. I guess it's my turn now, huh?"

Naomi only clenched her teeth and prepared for what she knew was coming next.

A long, drawn out cry escaped her lips when Striker slid himself into her ass. Strong hands gripped her hips as the super soldier thrust himself in and out, grunting with each motion, laughing, and pulling Superia's hair as she groaned with each thrust.

He slid himself in as deep as he could go in a steady, forceful motion, his pelvis slapping against the meat of her ass loud enough to nearly drown out his grunts and her cries of barely suppressed pleasure.

Superia buried her face in the dirty floor of the warehouse, her knees scraping against its surface as her ass clenched itself around Striker's cock. Striker yanked on her hair, forcing her to raise her head, and one of his hands grabbed her neck while the other reached around and grabbed a handful of swollen tit. He squeezed hard, playing with the nipple and slapping the tender flesh while keeping his pace for thrusting in and out of her ass.

"AGH!!" Superia screamed a scream that echoed throughout the darkened space of warehouse when Striker slammed home especially hard before suddenly pulling himself out. She collapsed to the floor, her thigh muscles twitching and body shivering while she tried to get a hold of herself. Her pussy throbbed and her asshole stung, but the sensations washed over her. She wanted more. All she could think about was Striker's cock, the warmth of his body against hers, his hands doing what they wanted with her skin. She breathed deep, steadily, and turned around to face him before laying back on the floor with her legs spread out. All sense of reason was gone from her head. Her eye's fixated on the dripping cock hanging between Striker's legs.

"I heard if you Aphrodites get fucked hard enough, you get tamed," Strike taunted while gripping his member. "Fortunately for you, I'm on a bit of a timetable tonight, so I don't have time to fully explore that." After a few strokes, his hot, sticky cum coated Superia's face and naked chest and she lapped up his taste before gazing at him with a look that hungered for more.

That look quickly melted off her face when he grabbed her neck and squeezed hard  before straddling her.

"Don't you fucking dare look at me like that. You set me operation back. You're lucky I'm letting you off light this time," he said before grabbing his cock and slapping it against her skin. He then forced it between her tits and squeezed, thrusting his hips so that his cock rubbed against the globes on Superia's chest.

She bit her lip, warmth running through her body and beads of sweat building on her forehead. The tip of Striker's cock, just inches from her face swelled and teased the edge  of her lips with each thrust. She found herself sticking her tongue out, longing for its taste again, and Striker laughed as he watched her. Her own legs trembled as she felt herself coming close to the edge, but Striker picked his pace.

"Ughhh, fuck..." the super soldier groaned before stopping. His whole body shuddered before another hot, sticky stream ejected from his cock and coated Superia's face. She lapped it up with her tongue and then fell back and lay on the floor when Strike stood up.

"Heh. I thought you people wore masks. Well, now you have one," he taunted. "Remember who it was that beat you."

"F...fuck off..." Superia barely managed to say. She was slowly coming around to the reality of her situation.

"Never lose that spark, either," Striker laughed and looked up, past her. He then looked down again. "It looks like you take care of your body. I like that. Hit the gym, get stronger, then we'll do this again some time. For now, though..." he said while tightening his hold on her throat. He then lifted her up with one hand. "It's time for you to go."

He then pulled back and launched Superia through the warehouse, at one of the windows on the second floor.

***

"Damn..." Bombshell said with raised eyebrows.

"Oh my..." Delphi said with her mouth agape as they both watched Superia fly, naked, through one of the upper level windows and back on to the rooftop where they were standing. She hit the surface, rolled several feet and came to a stop against the elevated ledge. 

"Motherfucker..." Superia groaned, her bodying quaking with a mix of rage and pain, but also lingering pleasure.

"Are you okay?" Delphi asked, walking over to her.

"Never better..."

"This is who Mantis sent us..." Bombshell taunted.

"Shut the hell up, Bigfoot..."

"We should help her get home," Delphi told Bombshell.

"What about this whole thing?" She asked, motioning to the warehouse.

"She set them back for the night. We'll deal with it tomorrow. Pick her up, please."

"Del, she's covered in cum."

"We can't just leave her here. We should help he- Hey!"

Bombshell ripped Delphi's shawl from her shoulders and used it to wrap Superia in before picking her up and slinging her over her broad shoulder. "I'm not ruining my costume for this amateur. I'll pay for the dry cleaning," she said before walking off.

"I'm glad that wasn't one of my good shawls..." Delphi said before following her friend.

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