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Vice Bunker

Chapter 29

-VB-

Taylor looked at the girl in front of her. The villain in the hero’s skin.

And what a pathetic wretch she had become.

‘Note to self: I become more verbose in my head when I am pissed,’ she thought to herself while pushing her emotions into her bugs, something she hadn’t done in a very long while. Why would she need to when she had Alan by her side? Sex and love felt great.

Having to face her former tormentor, even by her own volition encouraged by her husband, did not feel good. At all. Even a tiny bit.

So she settled for using her old emotional crutch and glared hatefully at Sophia Hess.

Then she looked up and glared at Alan, who had allowed himself to relax and change to his more eldritch and tentacular form lacking any distinct body part aside from his black and purple tentacles.

“You broke her.”

Sophia she knew would never kneel and she would never apologize.

Sophia in front of her knelt with her hands on her knees and her head dipped low in apology.

Her words made her former tormentor twitch, but, miracle of miracles, she held her kneeling position.

“Sophia here,” Alan began with a cruel smile. “Has promised to do anything you want of her. Once you’ve had your fill, I’ll do the same.”

She looked at her husband suspiciously. “What are you planning on making her do?” she asked pointedly. She didn’t want to be surprised where Sophia was concerned.

“Oh. It’s simple. I’m going to have her dress in a skimpy maid outfit and have her serve you! And sometimes make her watch us make love.”

“That’s sexual harassment.”

“It would be had America still been up and about, but here, it’s just a kink.”

“Alan…”

He shrugged before walking over to her and wrapping her up in his warm and soft tentacles. They didn’t look it, no, but they were nothing like octopus or even worms they superficially looked like. She turned away from Sophia and buried her face in Alan for a moment for the calm he gave her. Then she looked back at Sophia.

“Fine. I’m not forgiving you. I’ll never forget what you put me through.” Then she decided that there was a bit of “harmless” cruelty she could force upon Sophia. “It’s not like you’ll ever forget it anyways: the moment you made your biggest mistake.”

Sophia didn’t so much as twitch, which left Taylor miffed at the lack of a reaction.

… Whatever.

“Do whatever you want with her. She’s not my concern.”

She hummed when he leaned down and around her, leaving her almost completely in his embrace.

“You know that I’m not exactly a nice person, Taylor. Are you sure?” he asked her with a croon in his voice. She shivered a little at the tone. He was thinking of things more … carnally. He probably knew that she heard the tone and recognized what he intended.

Even though he had her, Kali, Vicky, and Harley.

… It wasn’t like he was giving her less time and attention. Ever since he found out to make more bodies for himself, she actually got too much time with him which always devolved towards the end to sex.

Actually, if he was busy fucking Sophia and mind breaking her, wasn’t that less time her ass and legs would be sore? Well, she thought the same when Kali and Harley came about, but that didn’t really change things. So, on the condition that he remained as attentive with her as he had when they first got together, was it so bad to toss some other girls at him so that she wouldn’t need to feel sore everyday?

“Sure.”

Taylor was completely fine with Sophia getting fucked, literally. It was completely to her benefit.

“Do you want to watch?”

And her power failed her for a moment as a blush crept up and made her choke.

“N-No!”

“You sound uncertain. Why is that? Are you sure you don’t want to watch? I hear that there is a … visceral feeling in seeing things through.”

Sophia stiffened, probably mistaking “seeing things through” as euphemism for death.

“Well, you’ll be keeping her around for a long time, right?”

“Yes?”

“So I can watch if I want to later, right?”

“Yes.”

“So I don’t have to watch right now.” She wasn’t sure how she would take watching Sophia get fucked by his tentacles, whether she wanted it or not.

“Of course not! I wouldn’t make you do anything you really didn’t want to do.”

“Good, I don’t want to see. Besides, I’m busy keeping the bugs out of the storage.” It was a flimsy excuse at best that she came up with on the spot, but it was one she was going to stick with.

The tittering tentacles sliding around her told her that Alan knew as much, but he went along with it. “Come on, Sophia. Let’s get you to your new job location. Don’t worry, I’m not handing you over to the PRT.”