In a slightly dark room filled with junk, a slightly plump short girl was bent over a desk & and getting fucked by a blue-haired boy.
Plap! Plap! Clap! Clap! Plap!
"Ahh! Ahn…! Ohh! Ahh!" Lewd moans and sexual sounds echoed continuously as the couple kept screwing.
"Damn sis, I never tire of pounding your pussy hehe." Harry said to Divya, squeezing her big fat hips lustfully. "Even though your pussy has loosened due to sex with all the other boys."
"Ahhnn…hanh… You are so mean. You have turned me into a prostitute!" Divya complained.
"Now every woman is a free-use slut. So stop whining and do your job as a woman. Get fucked & pregnant!" Harry rammed his cock deep inside his sister and ejaculated while thrusting speedily.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Spurt-spurt-spurt!
"Ahnn…!" Divya moaned erotically. She could feel Harry's cum flowing into her womb, impregnating her.
"You are in love with Blade, right? You should seduce and marry him. Then surprise him with our bastard child hahaha!" Harry laughed, pulling out his cock. Divya turned and knelt down to licked it clean.
Their relationship was twisted beyond twisted. Divya had been raped, tamed, turned into a slut and now impregnated by her legit brother. Being docile, she felt no anger towards him, and only wished she could be with Blade too. But Harry had already ruined her chance by fucking her in front of Blade. He had kept instigating other boys to fuck her too.
"How amusing…" Suddenly a female voice echoed in the room. The siblings turned to look at the owner who was a big-breasted tall woman, wearing a cream-colored bra and tight pants. She looked like a model with her short ash blonde hair gelled back. She had long fingernails painted artistically, and thick sunglasses.
"One of the best ways to enslave a civilization is to normalize the corruption of its values. People then partake in their own destruction." The woman said and sighed. "Well, not that there's anything left worth saving in Saffronshire."
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Harry shouted in alarm. Suddenly screams and shouts of his friends echoed, along with sounds of conflict.
BOOM!!
The roof broke down and a large number of men barged in with all kinds of handheld machines and guns. A large hover-truck was whipping up a dust cyclone above the rusty building. Harry paled while Divya hid behind him.
"We are scavengers that cannibalize even our own kind." The woman spoke. "We are the partakers of destruction of our civilization. We will sacrifice you children for our own petty gains."
Harry frowned, understanding none of the woman's monologues. He fished out a makeshift pistol from his pocket and fired at her.
BLANG!
A bullet ricocheted off the woman's chin. Harry pulled the trigger repeatedly, but it won't turn. The makeshift pistol had ceased. While the men upturned everything in the kids' hideout, the woman walked up to the blue haired boy and his naked sister, casting her ominous shadow upon their fearful faces.
***
"Stop! You can't keep running forever!" A cloaked & hatted man was chasing after a boy fleeing on a rusty skateboard.
"Fuck! How long will he chase me?" Blade muttered while fishing in his pocket. He pulled out a glass orb. "Sigh. Last one."
Clang! Psssh!
The shattered glass orb unleashed purple gas which engulfed Detective who exited it without a single laughter. He was masked up and had nose filters on. A superhero like him was always thorough. He caught Blade by surprise, and grabbed him by the shoulder.
Swish! Slash!
Blade slashed at him with a pocket knife in a last-ditch effort. Detective blocked the attack and gripped Blade's wrist, prying the knife off his hand and kicking him in the groin.
BAM!
"GAHH!"
"Enough games. It will take you decades of training to beat me." Detective looked down upon the groaning boy.
Swoosh!
The boy leapt up, punching Detective's groin, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He rammed a taser into the man's chest and as the electric buzz crawled all over Detective, Blade limped away.
"Good try. You are indeed a survivor." Detective said, walking as if he had taken no damage. "I wear full body armor underneath my clothing. Nothing can harm me."
"You are quite a coward." Blade mocked.
"Defense isn't cowardice. Now listen to me; you cannot keep running. The entire Underworld will chase you down. The government will make its move too. What can a lone petty thief like you do against them? You'll end up dead in a radioactive sludge drain."
"…And so, I should hand over the hex chips to you? I don't know what these chips are programmed to do, but I know that they are my ticket out of this shithole of Underworld."
Detective scoffed at the boy's ignorance. "The entire Saffronshire is an inescapable shithole, boy. But I can help you survive and thrive in it, without you having to sell your soul to the devil."
Blade stood in silence, judging the superhero. This silent stand-off ended with Detective taking a step back.
"Contact me when you realize that my words are true." Detective said, flicking a chip towards him. Blade caught it and eyed it suspiciously in his palm. He lifted his eyes to find that Detective had disappeared.
***
Divya awoke upon a metallic bed in a lab the walls of which were tiled white. The roof was a mirror, reflecting her image back. She found herself to be naked. A door opened and the dangerous woman who had kidnapped her, entered. This time, the woman was wearing a lab coat on top of a beige bra and a tight skirt.
"I am Nubia." The woman said, taking a seat and crossing her long legs. She stared at Divya fixedly. "What is your name?"
"Divya."
"And what is your power, Divya?"
"I…don't have any power."
"With boobs and ass so big, that's impossible!"
"You are mistaken."
"Well… let me tell you about my power. I can harden my body to a number of degrees. Skin, muscles and even bones and internal organs. That makes me a walking armor." Nubia revealed. "The only reason why I maintain my standing in the present when every other woman is getting raped."
"…No dick can enter a hardened pussy." Divya pointed out.
"You're quite smart."
"Why have you kidnapped me? Where is my brother? What did you do with our friends?" Divya questioned calmly.
"Kidnapping you was a decision I made on a whim. I was curious about your power but you didn't display one." Nubia answered.
"I have no power, I told you."
"That's what the world made you believe and accept. A power doesn't just show up casually. It has to be yearned for, with belief in oneself. You must be lacking either of the two requisites." Nubia said. Divya looked down, pondering; wondering. Nubia observed her silently for a while before standing up.
"We are searching for hex chips." Nubia said. "We obtained definite information that the boy who has the hex chips resided in your little orphan base. Unfortunately, we didn't find the chips there, but maybe you & your brother can help us with that. As for the rest of your friends…they were like unfortunate bugs who get squashed under feet for no reason."
Divya glared at Nubia who scoffed & sneered. "Too bad, without power you cannot even take revenge on us. Orphan scums have no place in this wild Underworld. One must eat or get eaten. Your brother Harry understands that, and so he has chosen to become our minion. You should prove your worth soon, or I'll give you to the horny men so they can take out their sexual frustration on you."
Nubia left Divya behind, shutting the door. Divya covered her face in her palms, crying and sobbing profusely. All of her friends were dead. Her brother had betrayed them by serving their killers. At least Blade was still alive.
Blade; who wasn't around. Divya felt both a relief and a bitterness. She remembered the disgusted look Blade had given her before leaving the hideout, and she shivered, sobbing more intensely.
***
The fake sun was dimming to simulate evening time. Riza entered a nondescript apartment building and reached a certain flat. She hacked the door lock and entered stealthily. Feminine screams reached her ears.
Plap-plap-clap-plap-plap!
"Ahh! Ahhnn! Ohh…yes! Ahhn!" Janet was screaming aloud.
Riza pushed open the door and entered, finding Zane fucking Janet brutally. He had her head down and bottom up. His hands firmly grabbed the fat hips and his dick rampaged inside her vagina.
Riza gaped and felt turned on. Her nipples tingled erect and her breathing escalated.
SSTAK! SSTAK! PAHH!
"Who's my fat fuckpig huh?" Zane asked while spanking Janet.
"Ahhn! I am!" Janet squealed, enjoying it all. Once an obnoxious powerful girl, with a potential to become a superheroine, had now become a submissive shameless slut. Her belly was already swollen as she was pregnant with Zane's child.
"Good piggie. Now take my sperm! Let your daughter float in my cum!" Zane ejaculated a thick load of semen in Janet's vagina. Janet opened her cervix to let it flow into her womb.
Zane pulled out his cock and stroked it, casually ejaculating more semen. He paused as he noticed Riza who was staring at his cock.
Spurt-spurt-spurt!
"You can help clean this up." Zane suggested. Riza flustered and snorted.
"Hmph! You are quite good at disappearing after making false promises." She accused him directly. Zane frowned, leaning back on the couch and staring at her.
"I was kidnapped by a mafia gang from the Underworld." Zane replied.
Riza was surprised. She raised her eyebrows and kept silent, wanting Zane to go on and explain further. Zane went on to describe the whole experience as solemnly as he could, without revealing the juicy scenes. As he did so, he became aware of the cunningness that had sneaked into his nature stealthily.
"I see. Well, that's a fair reason for your disappearance. Only; I and Sharmila got screwed by my neighbor and his rapist friends." Riza explained her misery in further detail, and Zane expressed his regret on the matter. Then Riza told him about Sharmila's abduction by the mysterious organization.
"I'm sorry about Sharmila. You can count on me for aid in her retrieval." Zane promised.
"I can possibly persuade Robin to help us search for that girl. He has several men loyal to him. He is basically the uncrowned don of my mother's gang now." Janet suggested.
"Yes, let's ask him. Whichever organization has kidnapped Sharmila, it is filled with combat experts and is quite tech-oriented. We will need a rivalling force to counter them." Zane said, even though inwardly he felt that a mafia gang was possibly not capable enough; but there was no other ally at their disposal. He wondered if his mother, a superheroine, could help.
Riza left the couple's room to explore other options for allies. Even though it was night time already, she didn't think she could rest until she had found Sharmila.
"If only grandma was still around." Riza sighed, missing Rani, whom she had always relied upon. Gazing into the teeming lights of Midworld, she fell silent at once. The distant sounds of locomotives, the buzzing of the floating cars were the only feeble noise. Cool winds ruffled Riza's hairs and she sighed. Such instances of silent nothings were so rare.
***
Smoke was still rising from a destroyed building. Its debris hadn't been cleaned out yet. Nor was likely to be, as the site hadn't been taped off by the cops or SSS. No investigation was going to be issued regarding the destruction of an officially derelict building of the Underworld.
Blade walked with morbid silence as he scouted the debris. His body slightly shivered and his eyes were filled with disbelief. This nondescript building had been his home for several years. He and his friends were basically growing up here.
Splash..!
Blade stepped on a small puddle of blood and paused. He saw a small hand of a preteen girl who was buried under a large boulder, and froze in shock. His eyes quivered, glancing further around, discovering more limbs; some severed; a squashed head, blood puddles amidst broken gadgets & debris. A notification buzzed and his wrist cuff glowed, gaining his attention.
'No thermal signs detected.' The gadget notified. There was no living person except Blade in this building. Everyone was dead.
Blade sank to his knees, not yet crying. He covered his face in his palms, suppressing a groan. His eyes shut tightly, wet around the eyelids. His friends were dead. Killed for sure, by an unknown enemy. He wasn't wondering yet about who could have done it and why. He was still processing the fact that all of his friends who were basically his family, were dead now.
Blade glared up. His tears had gone away; replaced by burning rage. "I'll kill whoever killed my friends. I'll make the villains scream and beg for mercy before I kill them!!"
Footsteps resounded in the area, gaining his attention.
'Multiple thermal signs detected. A-grade weapons detected.' The notifications buzzed. Blade didn't have to check them as he could see several armored men surrounding him. They were carrying high-tech guns and gadgets.
"We were hoping you'd return to your little den." One of these men spoke, stepping towards Blade. "Hand over the hex chips."
Blade reached into his robe's pocket and pulled out a small case. The gift from Divya. The pitiful slut who cared for him. He felt guilty remembering his feeling of disgust towards her in their last exchange. Now that she was gone; dead and buried under the rubble, he assumed; he missed her badly.
Clack!
Blade opened the case & found a big stud of sorts; nay, a hand grip made of metal and brown leather straps wrapped around it neatly. A single button was glowing on it. Blade clicked it and a glowing red blade protruded out of the grip.
"Holy shit, is that a plasma sword?" One of the masked men exclaimed.
"Isn't that retro tech from the Skyworld?"
"Hehe we have laser guns; so much better than the petty plasma weapons." Another man said. Blade wasn't listening to them as his attention was fully captivated by the beautiful red-colored plasma sword.
"Thanks Divya." He thought, brandishing the plasma sword slowly to get acquainted with it. Its red glow reflected upon his face, dyeing it blood red. For the first time in his life, Blade didn't intend to run away even when faced with multiple stronger opponents. He was going to take a stand, fight, and kill as many men as he could. Only death loomed in his mind.
Only death he cared for.