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I didn’t wait for her to get used to it, instead grabbing her ponytail and pulling her head back as I began to fuck her hard. Her pussy tightened around me, gripping me tightly as I plunged in and out with increasing speed. The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room as I fucked her roughly. She was incredibly tight, almost too much for me to handle. Almost.

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice strained. “Fuck me, please.”

It didn’t take as long as I’d been expecting, for her to submit. That was fine with me, the whole point of this was to take advantage of dominating her and making the binding quicken. Following my instincts, I leaned down and gently bit on her shoulder, making the blonde under me tighten up as my teeth dug into her flesh.

As I continued fucking her, I felt her shudder and start to cum, her juices coating my cock as she climaxed. Even then, I kept pounding away, determined to make her cum a few more times. After a minute, I pulled out and flipped her over, so she was bent over the medical bed and slid back into her pussy.

“We’re only just getting started,” I whispered into her ear as I started in again.

I fucked her like that for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy around my cock. She moaned in response, her voice strained as I thrust into her. My hands reached down and grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly as I fucked her. Her legs wrapped around me, holding me tight as I pounded into her.

Her hips began to buck against me, pushing her pussy up into my cock as she came again. I felt her clench around me as she did, her muscles contracting and releasing in a pattern that sent shocks of pleasure through me. As she came down from her orgasm, I sped up, thrusting into her hard.

“That's it, slut, cum for me,” I said, leaning down and biting her neck.

She moaned loudly, her voice strained as I bit her. The pain only added to the pleasure, and she started moaning louder as I fucked her. It wasn't long before she was cumming again, her body trembling as she orgasmed. I kept pounding her, enjoying the feel of her pussy around my cock.

Finally, after a few minutes, I could hold back no longer. I felt myself begin to cum, my cock twitching as I shot load after load into her. She screamed as I filled her up, her arms wrapping around me as she held me tightly.

I pulled up my HUD, my cybernetics responding to my desires as I checked on her binding’s progress bar. Five percent, looks like there were a lot more orgasms to wring out of this wrench wench.

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Five hours later, and the first parahuman I’d had my eyes on since arriving in Bet was captured. Nearly every person I’d met in Basic Training had their eyes on cultivating extreme power for themselves, ignoring what it was that made humans into the dominant creature on Earth. Me? I was always fascinated by tools and tech, which is why when I finished Basic Training I immediately spent the majority of my budget in making sure I’d be more tech savvy than any of the idiot savants that Bet called Tinkers.

She was unconscious for the moment, so I let her be and made my way to Jinx’s workshop. Whistling a jaunty tune as I entered the building, I couldn’t help but smirk in amusement at seeing the vinyl record player off to the side as Jinx was welding something. I looked off to the side, grinning at the sight of an upgraded ax for Dez and some pistols for Sombra and V. Seeing my chem and hextech genius move the tip of her welder away from whatever she was working on, I walked over and leaned against her workbench.

“How are your projects coming along, my Mad Genius?” I asked as she turned in her chair, her welding goggles making me want to do a number of naughty things with her.

“Quite well, Daddy,” she purred, standing up and pressing herself against my front, a finger running along my sternum. Her teasing went straight to my dick, but I ignored the horni for the moment, simply raising an eyebrow and wrapping my arms around her in a gentle hug. With another teasing lilt to her voice, she continued, “Dez is getting an ax like the blade Silco had me add to Sevika’s arm. I took a look at V and Sombra’s sidearms, and I figured out a way to improve the rate of fire and penetrating power of them while also making the electronics more hardy and rugged.”

“Well done,” I praised her, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead. I reached lower, grabbing her by her lithe hips and lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist as we were now eye level, and I met her lips in a kiss. Not a long one, but more than just a peck. “Ya got anything for me?”

She gave a mischievous giggle, “Just a little something for your armor. On top of enhancing its ability to protect you, I took a look at some of Sombra and V’s tech. I haven’t gotten Sombra’s teleport tech figured out quite yet, but I have managed to incorporate her cloaking tech into it.”

I kissed her on the tip of her nose, “Well done, have you taken a look at eezo yet?”

“Not quite yet, I want to read up on it some more, so I can make some predictions on how it’ll react with chemtech and hex cores. I have some big plans,” she said with a manic grin, though I did notice a hint of nervousness.

“If that’s what you need, then do it,” I told her. “Once our newest member is recovered, show her to her new warehouse and workspace. Get her working on something as quickly as possible. After that, continue with your research and upgrades. Understood?”

“Yes Daddy,” she said with a cheeky smile, before she unwrapped her legs from my waist.

I returned her grin, and gave her a swat on her ass as she turned around to continue working. She jumped and gave an adorable squeak. It was so adorable, I couldn’t resist spinning her around, leaning in, and giving her a searing kiss. She melted against me, and I could feel her arousal through her pants. I broke off the kiss, and let her go, watching her saunter over to her workstation, still flushed and breathing hard.

I chuckled as I walked back to the portal room, pulling up my Company App on my HUD. I now had thirteen credits at my disposal, and I immediately opened up Defenses and grabbed the first tier of Addiction Defense. Because of Squealer (I really need to pick out a new name for her), it was discounted, so my available credits dropped to seven.

Stepping back onto Earth Bet, I took a deep breath of air, glancing over to Sombra as she decloaked. Stepping towards her, I quietly asked, “Are they dealt with?”

“Yup, their firewalls were better than most in this time period, but I got around them,” my latin hacking goddess said as she sauntered over and a series of holographic screens appeared in front of her.

One of the screens showed a trio huddled up against a shipping crate as pulse beams and bullets impacted against their cover. I grinned, kissing the top of her head as I watched the Dragonslayers being attacked by their own stolen mech suits.

“You’re recording this right? I’m going to want to share this with Dragon once we’ve seduced her away from Hal-beard,” I asked her.

“Of course I am, I can think of a few places on the net I can upload it to for some fun and mayhem,” she said with a chuckle. “I’ve also tracked down the location of Coil and had some fun at his expense. His civilian identity now owes ten years of back taxes, is on a number of embarrassing government watch lists, and his streaming accounts have all been canceled.”

I stared at her, raising an eyebrow, “You are evil. An evil, hacking, net goddess.”

“You flatter me,” Sombra said, satisfaction rich in her voice. “Keep going, Galán.”

I have no idea what that means, but I like the way it sounds from her lips.

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“What do we know?” Director Piggot asked, glaring at the extremely thin report in front of her.

“At oh seven twenty three, one of our informants within the Archer’s Bridge Merchants reported that a shootout occurred within one of the locations favored by Skidmark and Mush. Three minutes later, there was an independent report of an attack on an abandoned salvage yard, investigation of which revealed it to be one of Squealer’s workspaces,” Armsmaster reported. “Initial examination of the most completed vehicle showed extreme damage from dozens of high caliber rounds, a power surge within the vehicle, and a massive cut to the glass canopy. At this point in time, there have been no sightings of any of the capes that made up the Marchants, and it is likely that they are dead.”

“In other words, in one night someone has taken control of the Merchants,” Deputy Director Rennik summarized.

“An incomplete yet reasonable way of phrasing it, but yes,” Armsmaster reluctantly conceded.

“Do we have any information on the perpetrators?” Miss Militia asked, flipping through her own copy of the report.

“The rounds pulled from Squealer’s vehicle do not match any known manufacturer, though the size is comparable to a .50 Action Express, and are covered in an unknown residue. I am running samples of the residue through a number of tests. The probable source of the rounds is a tinkertech weapon made by a Tinker whose specialization does not facilitate energy based weapon systems. There are no known local…” Armsmaster paused, his hand moving to his helmet over his ear as an alert popped up on the Director’s monitor.

Checking it, Piggot’s scowl deepened as she pulled up the page on PHO that the alert linked to. It showed a livestream, with one individual standing in the bed of a rusted pickup truck and another standing on the ground in front of him. The one not in the truck was a tall woman, around seven feet by Piggot’s estimate, with her hair a neon blue in a fauxhawk and two small braids on the sides. Resting on one shoulder was a massive ax that looked like it had been made from various pieces of scrap metal. The man was wearing armor that looked just as well put together as the woman’s ax, but with certain elements containing a vibrant purple glow running through them. But most notable was the lack of even a pretense of a mask on either of them.

A few key presses brought the steam to the projector, and the leading members of the Brockton Bay PRT and Protectorate watched in silence as the man began to speak.

“Greetings, to all the downtrodden, the ignored, the outcast. I stand before you not as a savior, not as a guiding light. I stand before you as another one who has been cast aside by society. A society that sees us as scum, trash, junk. We are the forgotten, the ignored, the invisible. But what we are not, is powerless,” the man declared, projecting his voice and carrying with it a sense of almost regality. Even without hearing the rest, Piggot could tell that he was going to be trouble.

“For too long, we have been pushed to the margins, forced to scavenge for scraps and dig through their refuse. But we can be more than that. We can be a force to be reckoned with, a force that commands respect and fear from those who have looked down on us for far too long.

“It is true that society has abandoned us, but that does not mean that we can’t fight back. There is greater strength among us than any realize. Strength in numbers, in resourcefulness, in resilience. Alone, that would enable us to face any challenge.

“I will not lie, our foes are powerful. They are mighty. Should they choose to unite, to keep us in the mud under their boots where they think we belong, then they stand a strong chance at victory. A strong chance, unless we take measures to unlock our own power,” the man held up a vial, the liquid within purple and glimmering, the light within illuminating his face as he smiled. “This is the key, the key to unlocking power for those who are willing to take a chance. Power does not come to those who are born with it, born faster, stronger, smarter, or wealthier. True power comes to those who are willing to give anything to achieve it.

“So I ask you, the poor, homeless, and downtrodden, to join me in this fight. Together, we will build a better future for ourselves and for those who have been cast aside. We will no longer be ignored, we will no longer be thrown away and discarded as junk, instead we will be feared, we will be respected, we will be revered.

“It’s time we take our fate into our own hands. Let us rise up, my friends, and claim what is rightfully ours. Join me, and together we will create a new world, a world where the Junkers reign supreme!”

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"And cut!"

I relaxed as Sombra called out the words, looking up at the camera drone she and I had put together. Giving her a smile, I said, "Thanks for satisfying my need for a dramatic speech."

"It was much more impressive than the one you actually gave, looked more fun too," she agreed as she finished the minor editing before uploading it.

"Yeah, that was definitely more fun than, 'PRT and the gangs suck, join me to fuck their shit up.'"