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Dangerously Damaged
Chapter 2

-VB-

PRT ENE
Incident Report
Type: Parahuman Encounter (Hostile)

Parties: Dauntless (PRTID: I-901734), Miss Militia (PRTID: I-222181), “Fingerwire” (PRTID: I-692435), various members of the Empire Eighty-Eight criminal parahuman organization (PRTID: G-577102)

Summary: Establishment of “Fingerwire” as an official villain according to PRT Policy “Classification of Hostile Parahumans” C2.1.1

Events: ...

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"We need help by 15th and Almond -!"

Sssiiiinnnggg-!

Hannah jumped away from where she’d been hiding behind just in time. The overturned car broke apart into three parts with clean and smoking cuts.

She pulled her projected AR-16 up and shot a burst of rubber rounds.

Something wheezed in the air, and her shots didn't make it to their targets. She quickly switched target towards a group of belligerent gunners shooting at her and the other cape.

Dauntless jumped down from the sky into the middle of the shooting gangsters' formation and started taking them out.

As some of them tried to run away, the air hissed again as the new capers attack came for them.

Hannah grimaced when limbs suddenly fell apart mid-run from their owners. She took aim again and fired.

The hoodie-wearing villain took the hits this time but showed no sign of being feeling it.

"He's a Brute!" Hannah yelled into her mic. Dauntless, having cleared up the rest of the gunners that the Fingerwire hadn't killed yet, jumped into the fray against the said villain.

The villain jumped away before he gripped the edge of a black sedan he landed near. Then in one swing, he tossed it like it weighed nothing.

Dauntless skidded and rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the hurled vehicle, and then got back up before continuing his charge.

Hannah fired more rounds, but it did nothing.

Then-.

Hissss-!

Her eyes widened in pain when wires wrapped around her body. They dug into her clothes and skin, and she gritted her teeth as she started bleeding.

"Let her go!" Dauntless roared before slamming into Fingerwire.

He came to a crashing halt and bounced away like he struck a solid concrete wall.

Hannah clamped down on her urge to scream as the wires dug in even deeper.

And then it was over. Wires suddenly came off of her and she looked up, ready to fight.

But she didn't shoot, not when she saw Fingerwire breaking Dauntless's spear cleanly in half.

He turned to her.

"You know, I was just helping society. Getting rid of scum like the Empire's gangsters," Fingerwire grunted. She could see him glaring at her through the eye suits that he must use to see out of his plain mask. "Instead of thanks, I get told to surrender. For doing something good."

"It is not your place to judge-"

"On the contrary, when the government is incompetent and allows chunks of its cities to be lost to mere gangsters, it doesn't get to tell people what to do, especially when more people suffer and die in the long term than a messy and bloody short term eradication of gangsters would cause!" he snapped back at her with fire in his words. "I've done my research. I know why. But all I understood from what I saw and read was that America is now home to a thousand and more tiny fiefdoms. All I see right now is scum that needs to die because that's all they are if they haggle the lives of people for their villainous independence!"

He took a deep breath in and then grunted.

He waved his hand.

Wet splashes sounded from where Dauntless had knocked out the gangsters.

"Attack me again, and I will pull your limbs off of you."

And walked away.

She couldn't attack, not when Shawn was unconscious and she was bleeding heavily from basically everywhere. She stood vigil with her own failing consciousness.

When her friends - Velocity first and then Armsmaster - came to help along with paramedics, she finally allowed herself to pass out.

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PRT ENE
Local Parahuman File
Published: Sept 18, 2009
Modified: Sept 27, 2009; October 4, 2009

Type: Villain
PRTID: I-692435

Cape Name: Fingerwire
Civilian Identity: unknown

Affiliated Organization: unknown
Affiliated Cape: unknown
Relationships: Empire Eighty-Eight (G-577102, Hostile), PRT ENE/PRT National (G-000001, Hostile), ABB (G-291040, Alleged Hostile)
History: First Appearance (September 15, 2009), First Hostile Attack against Protectorate (September 26, 2009)

Power Classification: Incomplete
Rating: Shaker 5, Brute 4
Signature Abilities: use of razor thin wires to cut and slice objects at a distance, sufficient Brute durability to shrug off both rubber rounds and 9mm NATO rounds, sufficient Brute strength to toss an small automobile over a distance of 100 yards.
Recommendation: Engage only with a squad of Protectorate heroes with at least one capable of defensive-Shaker capabilities and two PRT squads as support.

Personality: Fingerwire is an independent rebel who dislikes the idea of relying on what he sees as unreliable protection. His willingness to murder half a dozen defenseless hostiles indicates either a disdain for human life or deep trauma. While a possibility of mercilessnesss exists as part of his personality, his unwillingness to murder Miss Militia and Dauntless when they were defenseless suggests otherwise. It is more likely that he proscribes to the old adage: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

-VB-

The strong dictated.

She saw that in Brandon's actions. In the latest news, a new video showed him as he monologed at Miss Militia, one of the oldest heroes around, and Dauntless, a rising star in the Protectorate. Everyone knew that the two of them formed a strong team; Miss Militia’s unparalleled experience and control over range attacks melded well with Dauntless’s frontal assaults and Brute abilities.

They were strong.

But against Brandon, they were weak.

With his strength, he made the heroes give up the fight. The Empire, a gang that she was only marginally safe from despite being white herself and part of their “agenda,” lost a lot of their bald minions.

With his strength, he demanded she please him.

So she did.

Emma choked as her head continued to bob up and down the length of his deck. Her lips sealed the girth and lubricated him as she sucked him.

She knew that she sucked at this. This was her first time doing it. Brandon didn't care. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and told her to keep sucking, so she remained kneeling in front of him and kept choking herself every time she dipped her head down and his dick plugged her throat.

He suddenly pulled her down roughly, and she gagged as she felt his dick push against the back of her mouth before thrusting into her throat. She teared up as his dick throbbed inside her mouth and shot his cum directly into her throat.

Then he pulled her head back just a little, which was enough for her to breathe but also taste his cum when he unloaded again, this time into her mouth and tongue.

She swallowed without being told to and made sure to make her action seen.

He let her hair go and smiled as he stroked her cheek. "On your hands and knees, Emma."

She shuddered in anticipation as she did just that. He walked around her and knelt down behind her. She felt his her saliva-covered dick poke at her wet and slick vagina.

"Whp"s batch are you, Emma?"

"Y-yours."

"Who's going to get bred?"

"Me…"

She wanted him to put it in already.

He just caressed her ass.

"Who's going to bring her older sister so I can have fun with her?"

She swallowed. "M-me."

"And who's going to bring your friend?"

"Me…"

"That's my bitch," he chuckled before he gripped her waist and plunged into her.

Her fingers clawed at the carpet as he furiously pumped her. Her mind and body melted even as her limbs propped her up. She could only feel the contours of her vagina and his dick as he pushed in and out of her.

"Fuck me harder!" she shrieked as she felt herself falling apart. "Oh fuck, fuck-!"

She felt and heard her ass clap against crotch faster and harder. Her mind went numb as she orgasmed and dove deeper into pleasure as she climaxed again shortly afterwards.

She bit her lips as she orgasmed for a third time.

Inebriated with ecstasy, she lost tension in her arms and faceplanted into the carpet.

She moaned as his thrusts grew frantic. And then he slammed into her.

She trembled as she felt his cum dribble into her. She wasn't sure how many times she did it inside of her. It's only been two weeks, and she's been creampied at least four dozen times.

Brandon caressed her ass again.

She was actually worried, though. He talked about "breeding her" and creampied her every time he fucked her, but when she turned up actually pregnant, what would he do? Would he throw her away? Ignore herm?

Emma mewled in surprise when he flipped her onto her back. She looked up at him and saw him reach out. One of his hands cupped her cheek, and she nuzzled into him. His other hand groped her left boob.

"I really want to see you pregnant, Emma. I want to see you and see the proof of all this."

She blushed more than she did during see.

M-maybe he wouldn't throw her away.

"You might even get kicked out of your home. I'll take you in then, and I'll fuck you every day and night."

"Y-you're too horny," She whined pitifully before groaning with delight when she felt his dick push her vaginal folds apart as he entered her.

"I know I am. That's why you really will bring your sister and friend to me. I'm going to make them mine just as I made you mine. You can watch with my baby in you while I fuck your sister and impregnate your friend."

She bit her lips and closed her eyes as her breasts began to sway up and down with his crescendoing thrusts.

She knew what he meant by that. He was… he was going to force himself on Anne and Taylor, and she was going to let him.

She was horrible.

She really would let him. No, she would be bringing them to him.

… she was weak to say no. That's right. She was weak. Too weak.

"Don't worry. They will like it just like you do," he whispered soothingly as he started pounding into her.

She squealed a little as she came, but the ecstasy of the release and her continued penetration only built up her second climax.

Brandon came in her and she shuddered as she climaxed with him.

When she finally got her breath and courage back (maybe it was the post-sex high), she opened her eyes. "Y-you will?" she asked him cautiously. "It won't be… forced?"

"No, no, no," he whispered as he laid on top of her. He was taller and bigger and just swallowed her up in his embrace. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, happy to keep him longer inside of her and feel his menacing warmth. "They'll give themselves willingly to me, don't you worry."

She nodded into his neck and shoulder, happy to hear Anne and Taylor would come to enjoy what she enjoyed.

-VB-

I watched Emma sleep while continuing to fondle her.

Emma Barnes was…

She was a normal teenager right now. She had a pimple  on her cheek, but she looked cute regardless. She wasn’t extraordinarily beautiful, smart, or anything that was out of the norm.

Still, she possessed a dainty nose, flowing hair, mesmerizing eyes, and a charming smile.

My bitch didn't become the queen bitch of her school in the OTL for no reason or just because of Shadow Stalker's influence. However, she would be none of that now. She was mine to do with as I pleased, and I was pleased in taking care of her and fucking her.

Oh, and there was no way she wasn't pregnant. I indulged myself too much with her for her to not be pregnant.

… who knew coming to Earth Bet - for that Worm CYOA to be consequential - would result in landing myself a pretty girl eager to fuck?

I slid out of the bed where I carried her to and walked into a separate room adjacent to my bedroom.

Far away from Earth Bet and in a facility only accessible thanks to my own personal Doormaker, I sat down in front of a desk where piles of pilfered books awaited me. All of these books came from many generous donations from the Clock Tower in one of the many parallel timelines of Fate Stay/Night.

Faced with my demiservant choice, they really didn't have a choice. After all, what could magi do against an unkillable and ageless monster capable of sucking out souls?

Well, I ended up signing a contract with the whole of Clock Tower to never return to their timeline, but I got books on all fields of magecraft and of all levels, so I definitely won.

Alright. Enough procrastinating.

Time to study and research.

Tonight’s area of study: