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Vice Bunker
Chapter 8

-VB-

“So?”

“Hmm?”

“How was it?”

Harley hummed as she pulled her bra straps on. Kali had been waiting for her on the other side of the door, and while she didn’t feel too uncomfortable being naked in front of the other summoned woman, her forwardness did make her feel invaded.

Nevertheless, Harley came to understand that Kali was just that kind of a person. She was the touchy-feely, lovey-dovey, and naughty-naughty woman outside of work.

“It wasn’t like anything I expected,” she admitted while glancing briefly over her shoulder as the door to her master’s true body closed gently behind her with a quiet click.

“I know, right?” Kali sighed. “It just drives you insane even as he makes you cum.”

It was the horrifyingly perfect mix of addicting euphoria and desperation that could never be satisfied. Harley knew that if she could, then she would jump back into that room. As a psychiatrist, she knew what kind of control their master used and disapproved, but the Harley Quinn the Villainess inside of her approved wholeheartedly.

How better to keep people around you then with an addiction only you can satisfy?

She shuddered as she fantasized about the thick tentacle shooting up her inside her pu-.

Yeah, like that. Even though she should have been satisfied - and more importantly exhausted -  after hours of hardcore sex, her body wanted to turn right back around, strip herself of the few articles of clothes she managed to put back on, and enjoy her master’s touches.

It was pure addiction, and she couldn’t stop-.

-VB-

Taylor bit her lips as she bounced on top of Alan while one of his tentacles wrapped around her throat and constricted while other tentacles pulled at her growing tits and round, firm ass.

She teared up as her vision blanked out in spasming bursts of white blankness before she gasped when he let her go.

She fell forward on top of Alan and felt her entire body shuddering as she continued to cum while a fresh, hot batch of his cum filled her asshole.

“T-Too intense…” she muttered… even as she thought about how to make her next assfucking better.

He just hummed as he wrapped his tentacle limbs around her.

“But my naughty girl wants to be fucked again, don’t you?” he whispered, and she gulped as she felt his dick probe her vagina.

And then her eyes rolled over as she bit down on the scream as he struck deep into her without warning and began to pound up into her.

Trapped between his body and tentacles, she couldn’t stop the pants, moans, and mewls as he fucked her.

“Are you a little bitch, Taylor? Do you want to get knocked up, Taylor?” he growled as he plowed into her, and she buried her face into his chest as she orgasmed again.

“M-more… fuck t-this b-bitch…” she moaned as she lurched back and forth to his thrusts. Her squelching pussy gripped and milked his dick while his last batch of cum dribbled out of her abused and stretched asshole.

This was the best part of her life now. Sneaking into Alan’s room and letting him fuck her every day, she knew that sooner or later, her dad would find out.

But wasn’t that part of the excitement? To hide something this good?

Her mind blanked out again as she orgasmed one more time, but this time, she felt Alan cum in her pussy like he’s done for weeks now.

And today, he got possessive and in the mood when he touched her and told her … that she was pregnant.

She was going to be a teen mom.

Taylor moaned as he kissed her … and mewled as another equally thick tentacle pushed back into her asshole while the one in her pussy began to pump her again.

Tears fell down the sides of her cheek as he flipped her around and pinned her to the bed, and Taylor let him ride her like he owned her.

She gasped and panted as she came for the fourth time today, and happily let him fill her pussy up with another load.

It wasn’t as if she could get even more pregnant if she was already pregnant, right?

Finally, he pulled out of her and let her relax.

She laid there on the bed with her legs pulled to the side, cum dripping out from her pussy and asshole.

‘When did I become … like this?’ Taylor asked herself mentally even as her mind and body reveled in the carnal pleasures. It was as if she had abandoned everything she’s done before to keep her protected before in high school.

She wore more slim clothes to entice Alan. She didn’t care as much.

She certainly cared about being pregnant, but that’s because it made her happy to be with a child. Was that wrong? She knew that a lot of girls in Winslow got pregnant, but she always … looked down on them. Now, here she was, pregnant as they were - and are - and happily thinking about being a mother.

Alan wrapped his limbs around her again, and she cuddled up to him, utterly satisfied and happy.

“You’re going to be a beautiful mom,” he whispered and she felt like melting into his arms.

She snuggled even deeper into him and sighed.

This … this was the life she wanted, wasn’t it? Wanted, loved, happy, and satisfied.

School and everything that happened there all now seemed far and insignificant.

-VB-

Carol looked at the invitation currently in her hands.

Across from the coffee table, her sister looked at another invitation.

The rest of New Wave was also around, each with their own invitation.

“We know nothing about this rogue,” Carol objected. “We can’t just accept it. What are his powers?”

“According to PHO and the PRT,” Victory, her golden child, spoke up with a pep. “He’s some kind of Case-53 Changer, Mover, Brute, and Shaker. He made Crusader piss himself.”

Eric snorted. “I saw the video, Vicky. I would have pissed my pants if he was chasing me. You know that PHO calls him a demon, right?”

“Eric, language,” Sarah chidded. “He can’t help how he looks.”

Eric raised his hands in surrender. “But he’s also the only rogue in Brockton Bay who operates a bunker. He has the entirety of the Dockworkers Union behind him.”

Carol narrowed her eyes. Personally, she didn’t like the Dockworkers Union. It wasn’t that unions were bad and the other capitalist bullshit, but because some of the people who were part of the Riot back then were still part of the union now. She wasn’t sure if they did any reorganization (she wasn’t aware of one lately).

“Not a master?” she asked.

“Not unless you want to call Vicky a master,” Crystal hummed from the side. “He can be pretty scary and unnerving, apparently. When he shows up with a human face, it just doesn’t have the right proportions or something. Like, the poor guy tries so hard, but everything is just a little off. But then again, I think most of the people in his bunker are there for his protection, not his not-s-charming smile.”

“What did he do?” Sarah asked, curious now. There wasn’t much news about the new rogue in town.

“He knocked out Lung.”

“Wait, that’s him?” Amy asked in surprise.

“Uh huh. There’s even a video of him pulling out a tinkertech artillery cannon from somewhere inside of him and blasting Lung right in the chest. If it was anyone else, then they wouldn’t be alive. Or having an open casket funeral.”

“So this rogue doesn’t know restraint?”

Crystal shook her hands. “It was Lung. Besides, he patrols and hits villains.”

“So less of a rogue and more of a vigilante, then.”

“I guess?”

“People coming to the hospitals are increasing,” Amy noted quietly. “If we move to his bunker, then I’ll be able to go back and forth more easily.”

“Arcadia shut down, so there’s no school,” Victory grinned before dropping it as she said the next part. “And the malls also shut down.”

Eric looked up from his phone. “His website says he has everything in his bunker. Parian moved in just yesterday apparently.”

“Really?!” Vicky squealed as she shot up into the air.

Carol and Sarah looked at each other before looking back at the invitations in each of their hands.

They had been a little late to getting spots in the bunker, so while their reinforced basement had sufficed for now (because back when their husbands were alive, they used the basement to spar), it was getting to a point where it was now dangerous to not be in a bunker. Worse, the cold had started to move in. It snowed, even though it was currently mid-April.

What should they do? Put their lives in the hands of a potentially violent vigilante or try to look for a bunker when everyone already knew that they were all full?