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“… and that’s why it was absolutely necessary that Dean and I reassert our bonds through the use of judicial space in order to quantify our relationships independently and reconfirm our attraction via separation,” Victoria asserted, nodding emphatically with a scowl as she was flying her sister back from her shift at the hospital.
Amy, seeing as she was currently being carried by her sister two thousand feet above the air very specifically did not say anything along the lines of, ‘And because he caught you making eyes at the redhead tart who sits across from your lunch table.’
She also did not say, ‘Also, Dean is a limp noodle dumbass who doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as your magnificence, and should be accidentally turned into a quadriplegic brain-dead doorstop through the actions of some mysterious vigilante biotinker whose name I still haven’t decided on but will totally not remind anyone of “Panacea” for the sake of my cover.’
She very nearly said, ‘Take me now, you beautiful, blond, brawny, barbie-expy!’
It was close though.
Instead, Amy simply cleared her throat and told her incredibly hot adoptive sister, “That’s very mature of you two…”
Victoria eyed her sister carefully, already expecting the follow up.
It warmed Amy’s heart to know her sister knew her so well.
“…In a dumbass ‘why don’t you just dump him and move on’ sort of way,” Amy continued dryly.
“Ugh!” Victoria groaned, fighting the urge to throw her hands up in the air in frustration, as that would cause her to drop Amy to a deathly plummet. Victoria had done it before, and always managed to catch Amy before she ever hit the ground, but Amy was always so bitchy about it afterwards! “Why can’t you be supportive of my relationships?”
“Because I don’t support them,” Amy advised her bluntly. “And they’re dumb.”
“Hmph,” Victoria groaned again, in a way which was definitely not pouting in her opinion. “See if I ever try to hook you up with anyone again.”
“Promises, promises,” Amy groaned back theatrically, totally trying not to drool over the way that her sister was pouting.
Victoria opened her mouth with every intention of having a sharp, witty, humorous but still cutting rejoinder that she was on the verge of completing when she paused, drawing to a stop in the air.
‘Huh,” Victoria thought to herself, taking in the sight which had caused her to pause. ‘You don’t see that every day.’
“Amy,” Victoria began, tone somber and dignified. “I believe there is something nefarious afoot.”
“Okay, ‘nefarious’?” Amy shot back, trying to display just how much her sister attempting to act mature got to her. “Someone been reading the thesaurus again? Or is it that word of the day toilet paper Carol insisted on getting us?”
“The toilet paper,” Victoria admitted shamelessly, head cocking to the side in consideration. “But not just the toilet paper…”
“What the hell are you…” Amy began, dragging her gaze from Victoria’s way too kissable face to follow her gaze and then she paused. After a second, she continued in an absolute deadpan. “What the actual fuck?”
Hovering just above the top of the buildings around them was the word ‘Nefarious’ written in dark, blocky letters.
For a moment the two sisters simply stared at the unexpected free-floating adjective, not quite certain on how to respond to it. The two had been heroes for some time, and had been exposed to a large number of bizarre occurrences, but there were some things that you just didn’t have a frame of reference for until you’d come across it.
“So,” Victoria began, wishing she had a hand free so she could rub her chin. “Nefarious, huh.”
“This is dumb,” Amy sighed, scratching at her head at the ridiculousness of it. “I mean, what does it even mean? Is there something nefarious in the region? Is some new villain announcing themselves? Did a tinker get high?”
As though in response to the rhetorical question, the word ‘Nefarious’ broke apart, reshaping on the fly until it spelled out ‘Right Here’ with an arrow pointing down into an alley. The arrow spun twice, then it reshaped again into ‘Seriously Nefarious Things Happening Here’.
“Amy,” Victoria began, still solemn. “I think something seriously nefarious is happening over there. We might need to go investigate.”
“Victoria, no,” Amy snapped at her sister. She already knew that Victoria’s curiosity had been stoked, but Amy also had more common sense than her easily diverted sister. “First off, I’m like ninety percent sure those are bugs up there. Which means it’s that bug bitch, Skitter. Who is trying to lure you into an alley. Into what is obviously a trap of some kind.”
“But Amy!” Victoria whined, eyes wide and pleading as she drew out her sister’s name. “It’s something nefarious! As heroes we HAVE to investigate!”
“Vicky, no,” Amy declared, very much wishing she had a rolled-up newspaper she could to smack the other girl with.
“Vicky, yes!” Victoria rejoined.
The letters changed again. Now they traced out the word ‘What? You Chicken?’
“Oh, hell no!” Victoria swore, eyes narrowing at the taunt.
“Vicky, tell me you are not this stupid,” Amy pleaded, knowing in her heart of hearts that yes, her sister would in fact most likely fall for this obvious provocation.
“But Amy,” Victoria began, and paused as the now confirmed swarm of bugs changed into the shape of a rather poorly drawn chicken, and began simulating the farm animal ‘buckawing’ at them. “That’s it,” Victoria decided, narrowing her eyes in outage. “Someone is getting smacked.”
“’Idiot teen led into obvious trap’,” Amy sighed, already seeing the next morning’s headlines. “’Beautiful and talented healer lost to childish belligerence. The world mourns’.”
“Oh, come off it, you big baby,” Victoria rolled her eyes as she swooped down, the air rushing around the two as she flew to where the arrow had previously indicated nefarious ongoings. “You have to come along so after I finish smacking them, I can dodge the murder charges!”
“You’re not even trying to pretend that those are accidents anymore, are you?” Amy sighed in resignation.
“Come and get your beatings, you nefarious ne’er do wells!” Victoria declared as she landed in the alley, putting Amy down and posing heroically.
“For the love of embolisms, stop using the word ‘nefarious’ before you give me one,” Amy groaned. “Also, who would actually set up a trap and then just come out when they’re called out?”
“I would,” the words hummed around the two, not coming from any human voice but instead the buzzing of a thousand bugs in unison. They were in a four-corner alley, and sure enough, one of the corners seemed to be packed with the roiling darkness of a swarm. From myriad creatures, a dark form shrouded in silk with yellow eyes emerged.
“Wait, she actually came out?” Amy gaped as Skitter took a step forward, abandoning what Amy considered to be the very good coverage of her minions.
“Oh, what a surprise, bug bitch,” Victoria cracked her knuckles, preparing for battle. “Ready for round two?”
“Not exactly,” a surprisingly chipper voice chimed in, and Amy immediately scowled as she identified it. Whirling to face it, Amy easily identified that utter bitch, Tattletale, as she stepped out from behind a dumpster, smirking. Beside her, Regent, easily identified by his renaissance style clothes, twirled his scepter.
“A trap!?” Victoria gasped, also whirling to face the other members of the Undersiders. “Who could have seen this coming?!”
With her hands now free, Amy felt perfectly justified when she reached up and smacked her sister upside the head. Amy wasn’t even certain if Victoria was actually surprised or just playing it up for dramatic tension, but either case she definitely deserved a smack.
Surprisingly, her thoughts were voiced for her from an unexpected direction.
“Actually, I think literally anyone could see this coming,” a strong male voice chimed in. From another alley, a creeping darkness surrounded a dark form. The black biker suit topped by a skull mask identifying Grue as the newcomer.
“Dumbass,” came the blunt declaration from the final alley, and Amy turned to find Hellhound leaning against a dumpster, completing the cast of the gang. Sprawled around her were her dogs, though Amy did note that none of them seemed to be in their hideous fuck-off death tank forms.
“Amy, get behind me!” Victoria declared, bracing herself for eminent battle which she had no doubt she would emerge victorious, as it was literally in her name!
“Dumbass, we’re surrounded, there is no behind you!” Amy hissed, whirling as she tried to figure out which of the Undersiders she might actually have a chance to take if it came to a fight. Unfortunately, her power had a secret nemesis: clothes! Oh, to be one of the most powerful biotinkers in the world, only to be thwarted by properly concealing costumes!
The eminent battle began as Grue tossed a previously unnoticed duffel bag onto the ground, no doubt full of drugs or explosives or explosive drugs…
Both Victoria and Amy’s thoughts were promptly derailed when hit the ground and its contents spilled out: bundles of cash.
“That is all the money that we stole in the bank job,” Grue declared, folding his arms as he did so.
“Er, what?” Victoria queried eloquently.
“And you’re just, what, returning it?” Amy demanded, incredulous. She scowled. “I don’t know what you think you’re accomplishing, but if you think you can just buy us off or erase your crimes…!”
“Yeah,” Victoria declared, though she was much less belligerent about it. That was a lot of money, after all… “If you think we can be bought, then you have another thing coming!”
A second thump, and she turned to see yet another duffel bag filled with apparently more money.
“And that, is the exact amount that the bank is suing New Wave for to cover the property damage that Glory Girl caused during the fight,” Tattletale’s grin was obvious.
“Er, hold up a second, Amy,” Victoria declared immediately, holding a hand as she tried to frown sternly. “I think that they might honestly be attempting to make up for their nefarious actions and we should listen to them carefully…”
“No!” Amy snapped immediately, glaring at her sister. “No, we are not going to be bought, and for the love of all that’s holy stop using the word ‘nefarious’!”
A slapping noise came from Skitter’s direction, and the two turned to take in… not a duffle bag full of money but a notebook with several place holders sticking out of it.
“That,” Skitter buzzed. “Is a list of locations and effects of a large number of currently inert tinker bombs concealed throughout the city and instructions for their disarming.”
“Okay, a lot to unpack there,” Amy admitted, glancing between the notebook and the villain. “Like, why are there bombs hidden throughout the city, why do you have so much information about them, why are you giving it to us, how is it that even when you apparently are trying to help us you still manage to sound like you’re threatening to murder us slowly…”
“Indeed,” Tattletale interrupted, still sounding entirely too cheerful for Amy’s liking. “For you see, it’s kind of a long story. You see, it all goes back to shortly after the bank heist.”
“The heist?” Victoria frowned, looking between each of the Undersiders. “That was like two months ago at this point. Honestly, nobody has even heard from the Undersiders since then. There’s a lot of speculation that you guys had split up, or kicked the bucket or something.”
“Or something,” Regent chuckled.
“So it happens that right after we finished the heist, and were all set to indulge ourselves in our newfound booty,” Tattletale continued, leering at the word ‘booty’, “when we ran into a bit of a snag.”
“Bakuda,” Grue chimed in. “The Cornell Bomber. Not sure if you heard, but Lung had recruited her. She’s a tinker, specializes in bombs.”
“And here you are with a list of tinker bombs,” Amy nodded slowly, glancing at the note book again. “So… things happened?”
“Pretty much,” Tattletale admitted. “With Lung in prison at the time, it turns out that she wanted to take a try running the ABB. But since we were the ones who took out Lung…”
“Armsmaster was the one who took out Lung,” Victoria interrupted, scowling.
“Nah, Armsmaster is a kill stealing dick,” Tattletale corrected. “Skitter was actually the one who took him out. Unless, you know, Armsmaster has started using gratuitous amounts of arachnid venom and targeting dangling genitalia with it.”
“That would explain how Lung’s penis rotted off,” Amy admitted, giving the bug user a cautious glance.
“Oh, wow,” Victoria admitted, also giving Skitter a careful look. Carefully, she brought her hands up to protect her girls. “I suddenly feel like I got out of the bank fight easy.”
“I stand by my decisions in both fights,” Skitter declared, folding her arms defensively.
“Oh course, of course, my dear biblical plague!” Tattletale chirped happily.
“Do you go around targeting people’s bits often?” Victoria asked cautiously.
Surprisingly, the question brought a round of laughter from all of the Undersiders. Though Hellhound’s was more like a brief snort.
“Oh, you have no idea,” Regent got out through his laughter.
“For different reasons than you might think though,” Grue added.
“Not reassuring,” Victoria declared. “Not reassuring at all.”
“Anyway,” Tattletale went on, voice laced with mirth. “As it turns out, Bakuda thought the best way to make herself out as top dog was to come after us first. Be the girl who took out the girl who took out Lung, and all.”
“That was… intense,” Grue admitted with a sigh.
“There was action! Adventure! A harrowing chase through explosive traps, a daring tale of life-or-death drama,” Tattletale elaborated with a certain amount of exaggeration. “Finally, we managed to turn the tables, and the hunter became the hunted! In a fit of desperation, the soon to be defeated bomb tinker decided to use an all or nothing gambit, and unleashed one of her bombs while all of us, herself included were in range!”
“Ouch,” Amy deadpanned. “Seeing as you are all here, ambushing us, looks like it didn’t work. Too bad.”
“Actually, it did work,” Grue sighed again. “But she was a bomb tinker. She didn’t just do explosions. She could do all kinds of different effects: ice, glass, lightning, pain…”
“A pain bomb?” Victoria winced, finding herself feeling uncalled for sympathy for the group. Even if she did sort of hate them, there were some things you just unconsciously got a wince of sympathy for: like watching someone stub their little toe on a corner. Or get nailed by a pain bomb.
“Well, you’re not blown all over some wall, so I assume that it wasn’t a physical bomb?” Amy noted, making the disappointment in her voice as obvious as possible. “So what sort of bomb was it?”
“Sex bomb,” Tattletale immediately answered, nodding as she did so.
For a moment, both the Dallon girls waited for the real answer, not quite properly processing the words.
Then, they sank in.
“What?” Victoria asked bluntly. “Sorry, Skitter’s chittering must have blocked that out. Could you say it again?”
“A sex bomb,” Tattletale confirmed.
“Like, a bomb that made you all have sex? Or did the bomb turn into some blonde knockout that tried to immediately kill you via orgasmic exhaustion?” Amy tried her best to make sense of the scenario, but found it too implausible to shape her thoughts coherently. “Or, like, did it explode and just cover you all in sperm or something…”
“The first,” Skitter replied, and even through the swarm Amy could pick out the dry undertones.
“So, like a bomb that drives your libido into overdrive, forcing you to have sex, or something?” Victoria scratched her head in confusion, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation having finally overcome her confrontational nature.
“Yup,” Regent confirmed.
“Oh,” Amy cocked her head to the side as she made way more effort to comprehend how a bomb could overcharge a sex drive than she had ever thought she would need for such a scenario. “So, what? The last two months you’ve all just been… you know?”
“Fucking?” Grue offered dryly. “Pretty much.”
“Huh,” Victoria had no idea how to respond. “Er, that must have been awkward?”
“Only at first,” Regent shrugged. “After the first few orgies, well, it was awesome.”
“Indeed!” Tattletale continued, sounding entirely too smug about the scenario. “The last few months have been filled with nothing but sinful pleasures, the decadent sliding of skin on skin, the moans of passion and satisfaction, all accumulating into the final shrill screams of desperate, ever unfulfilled climax!”
Amy cleared her throat, trying very much not to show just how intriguing she found the other girl’s rather lurid description of their situation.
“Mosel Tov?” Victoria offered hesitantly, also not quite sure how she felt about the situation. Had… had the gang dragged the two out here just so they could boast about just how good they’ve been getting it for the last few months? They were evil, after all, and judging from how they’ve been describing the situation, in comparison with her own rather lackluster encounters with her boyfriend over the last few months she could definitely feel a smidge of annoyed jealousy. “So, what, you’re out here to brag or something?”
“Er, not quite,” Grue admitted sheepishly. “Actually, we sort of need Panacea to fix us up.”
“So, you lured us out here because you’ve finally managed to regain some fraction of sanity and need to have the effects removed so that you can return to a normal life, livid with the shame of the debased actions you were forced to commit?” Amy asked hopefully.
“Nah, no shame here,” Regent shook his head.
“Partially right,” Tattletale elaborated. “Yeah, the last few months have been awesome. We have an absolutely amazing sex dungeon now that we all enjoy using, but we do at some point want to be able to have somewhat normal lives, so getting the effect removed is part of it.”
“And the other part?” Victoria prompted.
“Well, it turns that doing nothing but having constant and ever increasingly erotic and explorative sex can have a… negative effect on your health,” Tattletale admitted sheepishly.
“Hence why we lured the two of you here,” Skitter buzzed. “And prepared sufficient recompensating to purchase Panacea’s service.”
“Just how much damage could you have possibly done to yourselves,” Amy threw her hand in the air in disbelief. “Wait, you know what, no, this is ridiculous and I’m not going to do it.”
“Yeah,” Victoria nodded righteously, folding her arms in solidarity with her sister.
“Well, if that’s the case, I suppose we can take back all this money,” Grue began and was immediately interrupted.
“On the other hand, Amy, it does appear that they’re suffering. Isn’t it our duty as heroes to help when we can?” Victoria reversed immediately, giving puppy dog eyes to the healer.
“Vicky, no,” Amy snapped, rubbing her forehead and wishing desperately that she both was able to target herself with her powers and that she was willing to do brains so she could do something about her impending headache. “We wouldn’t even be able to keep the money, and you know it! We would just have to give it back!”
“Oh, yeah,” Victoria sighed. “Right, that whole accountability thing.”
“The list of bombs is still important though,” Skitter pointed out. Amy blinked as she remembered that bargaining item. “Bakuda had been spreading them throughout the city with the intent to hold it hostage in her mad rise to power.”
“Wait, the bombs,” Victoria began, also remembering something she had overlooked. “Didn’t you say that bomb chick, Bakuda, was in range of the blast as well? If you’re trying to get healed, where is she?”
“We have a sex dungeon,” Regent reminded the two.
“Great, awesome, but where’s the bomb tinker?” Victoria rolled her eyes.
“He just said,” Hellhound growled. “Sex dungeon. Idiot.”
Victoria blinked, not quite getting it. Then she did, and felt herself blushing.
“She did try to kill us,” Skitter reminded them. “So there’s no reason to help her. Besides, every sex dungeon needs a gimp.”
Amy took a deep breath, before letting it out slowly.
“Okay, you know what, yeah, that’s sort of hot,” she finally admitted. “And yes, it does have a poetic sort of justice to it. I’m just going to ignore the moral quandary of it. But we would still have to return the money…”
“To the bank, which already had its insurance claim filled? And is threatening your family with financial ruin?” Tattletale pointed out. “Which means they would be getting all this money, and then just have to give it up? While simultaneously filling out all the paperwork to report it to the IRS and the police? Because once the money is returned, they would have to return the payout, but the money would be evidence and taken away from them for months as the investigation and court case goes on?”
Amy paused, and considered the frustration and distress the situation would cause the jerks who were trying to threaten her sister with a lawsuit.
“You know what?” she finally decided. “It would piss Carol off to know that I healed you all and then let you go in order to get the bomb list. Fuck it. I’m in.”
A general sigh of relief floated from the Undersiders, and Amy rolled her eyes again at the dramatics. Really, they’d just been having sex for the last two months. It’s not like that would cause too much damage, would it?
“But no funny business,” Victoria ordered them, to which all of the Undersiders nodded their agreement.
“So, who’s first?” Amy demanded, and Skitter stepped forward. Amy was genuinely impressed, considering everything she had threatened the bug user with, that she would be the first to put themselves under the mercy of the healer.
If Skitter had any reservations, she didn’t show them as she tugged the base of her neck where her mask was tucked into the rest of her suit, exposing a swathe of pale skin.
“Do I have permission to heal you?” Amy asked, mostly out of habit.
“Yes,” Skitter told her.
Resisting the temptation to make everything the villain in front of her eat taste like rhubarb for the rest of her life, Amy reached out and initiated contact, fully expecting a simple…
“Just how many vibrators are in you right now?!” Amy shrieked in surprise, staring at the villain as the healer tried to start parsing just what her power was telling her.
“Wait, what?” Victoria blinked, really not expecting her sister’s surprised exclamation.
“All of them,” Skitter answered seriously, showing no shame as Amy realized just how many sex toys were in play at this very moment.
“And the piercings?” Amy continued, blinking in horrified awe. “I mean, I’m pretty sure some of those places weren’t meant to be pierced. You realize you’re never going to be able to go through a metal detector again without some sort of strip search, right?”
“Sounds fun,” Tattletale leered.
“And that’s not talking about the… talking about the…” Amy finally trailed off, the full picture of the villain’s current physical state finally clarifying in her head. “Oh. Wow.”
“What is it, Amy?” Victoria asked carefully, watching as her sister went quiet, and taking in the complicated expression that was forming on the healer’s face.
“I just had a moment,” Amy admitted slowly. “You know, one of those moments when something appears to be really, ridiculously stupid, but you suddenly realize it’s actually kind of serious, and you’re not sure how to react to now that you know you have to take it that way?”
“Er, can’t say I had many of those,” Victoria admitted, glancing around the group in general, before refocusing on something her sister said earlier. “Wait, what was that about vibrators?”
“Okay,” Amy ignored her sister, focusing instead on the task in front of her. She concentrated for a second, humming, before finally nodding. “Okay. The good news is that whatever the bomb did, it wasn’t in your brain, so yes, I can fix it. The bad news is that yes, your sex drive is literally unsustainable right now.”
“Out of curiosity, how bad are we talking?” Tattletale chimed in, genuinely sounding just like she was asking about the weather rather than the severity of their altered biology.
“Well, if you imagine ‘one’ as being the most chaste, asexual, sex negative nun in history, and ‘ten’ as being the most depraved, lewd, and unsatiable sex addict in history,” Amy began slowly, “then I would put you at around forty-two.”
“Oh,” Victoria said slowly, suddenly understanding just what Amy meant about the stupid-is-serious epiphany she had just had. “Oh, wow. This is actually really bad.” Then she paused, frowning for a second. “Wait, forty-two? That seems like a really specific number…”
“Forty-two,” Amy repeated, confirming her diagnostic. She sighed, regaining some of her professionality. “Alright, since I don’t have a base line for your original sex drive, do you have any requests? Using the original scale that I just mentioned…”
“Six. And a half,” Skitter immediately announced. Amy paused, and gave her flat look.
“I would say that the average, normal, productive human would typically be around four,” she stated bluntly. “Five would be an irredeemable horndog. Six and half would have you as a borderline sex addicted nymphomaniac.”
“Six and a half,” Skitter confirmed, nodding as she did so.
“You see, we actually sort of like our new lifestyle,” Grue interjected sheepishly. “We don’t mind keeping it.”
“We just want to be able to indulge it without, you know, fucking ourselves to death,” Regent added dryly.
“If it helps, just think of it as a method to keep us off the streets,” Tattletale elaborated. “After all, if we’re too busy engaging in pornographic debauchery, we’re too busy to be committing crime!”
“I am not being paid nearly enough to care,” Amy finally decided. She focused for a second, then nodded. “There you go. Six and half, you pervert.”
Skitter immediately stiffened for a moment, before sagging a bit in relief.
Then she pulled out a vibrator remote control and adjusted the setting.
Victoria noted, with slight alarm, that the constant buzzing she had been hearing and assumed was just Skitter’s swarm immediately lowered in volume.
“Wait, did you have your vibrators at maximum the ENTIRE TIME WE WERE TALKING?!” she demanded, staring at the villain who at no point in time during the previous encounter had ever even hinted at being affected by what was apparently the full focus of what was, judging by Amy’s reaction, a truly disturbing number of sex toys.
“Yes,” Skitter nodded immediately. Victoria found she had absolutely no response to that blatant admission.
“Okay, now moving on to some of the damage,” Amy announced, deciding to just focus on her work for the moment. She pursed her lip. “Alright, well standard sexual encounters do end up causing micro-tears on sexual organs. Normal wear and tear is fine and generally heals up without any issue. However, I am seeing a lot of damage down there. Like, a lot. Like, this is actually a bit disturbing.”
“Just how much are we talking?” Victoria asked, with the resigned horror of someone who knew they really didn’t want to know, but found themselves unable to resist the temptation of finding out anyway.
“Like what you would find in a porn star,” Amy began, and Victoria began to nod in understanding before she continued. “Who specialized in airtight TP. And worked overtime every day. For at least twenty-six years.”
“Sounds right,” Regent confirmed with a laugh.
Victoria, again, found herself at a loss for words. She was beginning to suspect that it was a state she would be finding herself in with disturbing regularity during the rest of this encounter.
“I’m not sure I want to ask, but have to for medical reasons, just how much repair do you want here?” Amy continued. “I mean, I would normally assume you would want a factory reset, but considering just how screwed up you all are…”
“Full repair, please,” Skitter announced immediately.
“Gives us all the fun of breaking it back in,” Grue nodded.
“I hate every single one of you,” Amy told the group at large, before complying.
Immediately, Skitter stiffened again, then pulled out the remote control and adjusting it again.
The droning from the swarm vanished almost completely after that.
“Beyond that, everything looks to be more or less in good order,” Amy continued, pursing her lips slightly. “Actually, maybe some build up in the joints, but for the most part you have the body of someone who regularly engages in lengthy and intense cardiovascular exercise. Quite a bit of flexibility…”
Amy trailed off as she realized just why flexibility and cardiovascular exercise would be present. She sighed.
“I hate you all, so, so much,” she grumbled. Then her eyes narrowed, and a wicked grin split her face.
Again, Skitter suddenly stood up straighter, looking surprised. The rest of the Undersiders tensed, worried by the unusual response.
“Did,” Skitter began, sounding bemused. “Did you just regrow my hymen?” Amy nodded, still smirking. “With my vibrators still inside?”
Victoria immediately had a mental picture of that. She then mentally burned it, and resolved to find some mind bleach later on.
“Yup,” Amy was still smirking. “After all, you did want the full reset.”
Just because she was getting paid for this didn’t mean she couldn’t fuck with the villains who had fucked with her first.
“This is acceptable,” Skitter finally announced, nodding as she did so.
The smirk slipped from Amy’s face as she realized that she would have to up her game immensely if she was going to do anything to embarrass or annoy the group of rampant sex fiends around her.
“Nice,” Regent whistled, sounding impressed. Tattletale paused for a second, before her hand shot up and she started bouncing in place.
“Oh, Oh! Dibs! Dibs!” she shouted. “That’s now my cherry, and I’m going to pop it!”
“Oh, damn,” Grue grumbled. “I should have thought of that first.”
“That is also acceptable,” Skitter confirmed, nodding at the other girl.
“Don’t worry gorgeous,” Tattletale leered playfully. “I’ll make it special, just for you!”
“I was not prepared for how today was going to go when I got up this morning,” Victoria finally decided.
“Alright, you’re done,” Amy declared, removing her finger and wondering if she should have it sanitized, all things considered. “Make sure you eat a little extra protei…. And I just realized what kind of response I would be setting myself up for if I finished that sentence.”
“It would have been a great one liner,” Regent assured her, stepping forward. “So, ready for the next one? I volunteer as tribute.”
Amy grumbled as she made her way to the next of the Undersiders. Regent tugged his ruffled shirt down, providing a corner of shoulder for her to work with. She reached out to touch it.
At least this time she was prepared for…
“What have you done to your anus!?” She shrieked, staring at the villain with horror as she got her first read.
“The better question,” Regent’s voice sounded insufferably smug as he spoke, “is ‘What HAVEN’T I done to my anus?’ And the answer is ‘Everything.’.”
“Amy?” Victoria began slowly, a little worried. “What’s the problem this time?”
“Oh god, it’s like I just opened the ‘hello.jpeg’ for the first time,” Amy gagged. “How?! How do you function?!”
“I don’t do a lot of sitting right now,” Regent admitted, still sounding smug. “And I have been going through adult diapers at an unsustainable rate. Hence, you know, getting a healer and all.”
“Close, close, close, come on you stupid butthole, close,” Amy chanted unconsciously as she focused her power. Finally, after way more effort that she had ever anticipated spending on a sphincter (and she had over the course of her work in the emergency room dealt with some truly original sphincter damage) she finally let out a sigh of relief as she managed to bring the body she was working on to something close to baseline.
“Ah, there it is,” Regent chirped with entirely too much cheer. “I’m sort of surprised you pulled that off. I was beginning to think the sides would never touch again.”
“Stop sounding proud about that!” Amy panted with a glare.
“Stop kink-shaming,” he shot back.
“What sort of kink results in that!?”
“Familial abuse derived self-destructive tendencies compounded by emotionally stunted backed masochism.”
“The fact that you have a clinical answer for that is kind of sad…” Victoria began, not sure how to feel as she eyed the villain with growing concern. “Do… do you need a hug? If you want to talk about it, I can listen?”
“We’re working on him,” Tattletale interjected cheerfully. “But if you ever want to help, we might have a place for you.”
“A place?” Victoria began, looking at the villain with uncertainty at what she was offering.
“Either between Skitter and I, or between Grue and Regent, or if you are really adventurous, we have a pillory…”
“Not what I meant!” Victoria shrieked, blushing at the mental image.
In response, Tattletale just leered at hir, and Victoria felt very uncomfortable as she remembered that despite the situation, the purple clad villain was a high-class thinker who could successfully imitate her claims of being able to read minds through sheer power bitchery.
“Everyone, just shut up,” Amy growled, her eye twitching as she did so. She focused on Regent, who was looking entirely too proud for what she had had to fix. “I assume you want the same as Skitter? Six and a half and factory reset?”
“S’il te plait,” he nodded.
Amy grimaced, and spent a moment with her power, before she finally nodded.
“And done,” she concluded, before giving him a gimlet look. “I don’t normally do this, but I get the impression it’s necessary: if you want, I can tweak your… anus a bit. Maybe make it a bit more elastic so it can recover from… whatever the hell it is you’re into faster?”
“Merci,” the villain chirped cheerfully.
Amy spent another moment, before she nodded and let go.
“Done again. And also, never bring this up again. I mean it. This isn’t something I ever want known on my resume.”
“I can’t wait to try it out,” Regent purred, and Amy decided her best response was to power walk away as fast as she reasonably could away from him.
“And I suppose I’m next?” Grue asked stepping forward. Amy altered her power walking from ‘any direction away from Regent’ to ‘towards her next patient’.
She also took several deep, bracing breaths as Grue unzipped a bit of his collar, displaying the dark skin of his neck. She was actually a little scared of what fresh horror awaited her as she reached out and touched the offered skin.
Then she blinked in enlightened comprehension.
“So THAT’S what happened to Regent’s anus,” she said out loud, as the mysteries of the world were made clear to her.
“Ames, what do you mean?” Victoria chimed in, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to understand what Amy had discovered.
“You must have a lot of trouble running,” Amy noted with clinical detachment. “I mean, I’ve seen a lot, but this? This is like ninety ninth percentile stuff.”
“I had to learn how to tape a while back,” Grue admitted, nonchalantly. “Also, learned I just couldn’t wear shorts anymore.”
“Oh,” Victoria hummed as she got it. Then, she blinked, and REALLY got it, and cocked her head to the side, unconsciously staring at the villain’s groin in consideration. “OOOOHHHHHH…..”
“Do you ever experience periods of lightheadedness before, during, or after intercourse?” Amy asked, clinical curiosity overcoming her inherent distaste for villains. She herself had zero personal interest in the penis in front of her, but clinically, it made for an interesting case study.
“Sometimes,” Grue admitted, shrugging. “But I’ve learned to watch out for it, and can usually power through it.”
“Yes, seems likely you would experience vasovagal syncope symptoms,” she nodded. “The diversion of blood flow is most likely quite intense. Not much I can do for it, just make sure your aware of the possibility and take steps to prevent any falling.”
“Thanks,” Grue nodded, shrugging again. “It’s a fair price to pay, all things considered.”
Victoria was still staring. She also found herself thinking back to the few times she and Dean had experimented, and began comparing hypothetical sizes between her off again boyfriend and the hints she was getting about the villain in front of her.
Then she frantically shook her head, and tried to banish the thoughts.
“Anyway, good genes aside,” Amy began, and found herself frowning again, though this time in consideration. “Well, it’s bad, but it’s not bad, bad, you know?
“I can guess,” Grue confirmed. “We’ve been getting pretty kinky, sure, but being the target of the really kinky stuff just isn’t my ball, you know? The others usually like it when I’m delivering.”
“With just what you’re delivering, anyone you have sex with falls under a size kink,” Amy told him bluntly.
Victoria found herself uncomfortably clearing her throat, and caught herself unconsciously licking her lips. Realizing just what she was doing, she flushed, and spun so the villain was out of sight, and began frantically humming ‘Dixie’ in order to distract herself.
Because of that, she failed to notice the ever-widening grin on Tattletale’s lips.
“Well, no specific kink damage,” Amy continued, tone the most professional it had been for the entire encounter. “But you still have the overworked porn star damage taken to eleven. Factory reset, six and a half?”
“Factory reset, six and a half,” Grue confirmed. Amy nodded, power already at work, but paused as she noticed something surprising.
“Huh,” she grunted, more to herself. “I can’t help but notice some pretty specific rectal tearing. It looks too different for it to be caused by Regent. Actually, I think he had similar tearage… Are you involving other partners?”
“We tried at first, but they always wore out before we did,” Grue gave another little shrug. “Honestly, that’s probably Skitter’s fault.”
“Wait, Skitter?” Victoria blinked, turning to give Grue a brief look of confusion.
“Skitter has impeccable taste in strap-ons,” Tattletale helpfully supplied, tone radiating smug satisfaction. “And she is an excellent dominatrix.”
“Yup,” Grue confirmed unashamedly, as he willingly admitted to being down for pegging. “Like, seriously. Are you telling me you don’t want to be stepped on by that?”
Almost against their will, both Amy and Victoria found themselves turning slightly to look at Skitter. In response, Skitter straightened, folding her arms under and raising one hand up. She lifted one leg so that it rested on the ball of its foot, and both Amy and Victoria couldn’t help but notice just how long the leg actually was, and just how shapely.
Then Skitter simultaneously snapped her finger, brought her heal down hard enough to make an audible thump, and spoke in a commanding voice.
“On your knees, slave.”
Amy swallowed, and found that she had to remind herself quite sternly that no, that was a villain, and no, you don’t do what villains say.
Victoria realized she was blushing, and felt fundamentally confused by that. She didn’t fantasize about being bent to the will of a domineering villainess and being made helpless but to capitulate to unrelenting pleasure being forced on her constrained body as she was driven to the heights of maddened pleasure against her own will…
Right? That wasn’t a thing that turned her on, was it?
Also, she didn’t like girls?
Did she?
“Not in front of the heroes, Mistress,” Grue told her playfully, and Amy latched onto the distracting voice instantly.
“Well, everything looks in order here,” she declared, speaking a little too quickly to distract herself. “Be aware that with the genital scarring cleared up, you might find yourself more sensitive than you remember. You might find yourself overstimulated more easily than before.”
“Oh,” Regent and Tattletale both spoke up at the same time, excitement obvious in their tones.
“I’m sure we’ll get over that fairly quickly,” Grue assured her dryly.
“I hate today and want it to just be over already,” Amy replied, equally dryly.
Victoria deliberately did not look at Skitter. She was also deliberately not looking at Grue.
“Who’s next?” Amy turned, and after glancing at the two remaining villains, she decided that Tattletale would be last. Even if it was just a few minutes extra, Amy was determined to prolong that bitches suffering as much as possible.
“Alright, Hellhound,” she began, only to be cut off by the gruff girl growling audibly at her.
“She prefers the name ‘Bitch’,” Tattletale chimed in helpfully.
Amy paused for a second, and decided she didn’t care.
“Alright, Bitch. You ready to be healed, Bitch?” she asked. If the villain WANTED to be called a bitch, then really, who was she not to call her a bitch?”
Bitch just glared at her with her folded arms tightening, before glancing around at the rest of her team, and giving a quick, jerky nod. That was enough for Amy and she began to approach the villain. Bitch got tenser the closer she got, and was audibly growling enough that Amy was beginning to be concerned about touching her.
“Pet, Stay.”
Immediately, Bitch straightened up, lifting her chin and putting her hands to her sides as she lifted her head, presenting herself to the healer.
Amy stared. Then turned, and with deadened eyes stared at the source of the command.
Skitter shrugged.
“Pet is a good girl,” the bug villainess assured the healer. Amy turned, eyes still dead as she faced Bitch.
“Pet,” Bitch growled proudly. “Is a Good Girl.”
“I thought I knew what hate was,” Amy declared slowly. “I thought I was experienced in loathing. I believed I was studied in wrath and fury. Then today happened, and I learned there is always more to learn.”
Not bothering to ask again, Amy reached out and began working.
“Factory reset,” she droned as she healed. “Six point five. Congratulations, you’re a virgin again…”
“Dibs!” both Grue and Regent chimed in this time. The two glanced at each other, and came to an agreement. They nodded in acknowledgement and turned back to watching the healing.
“And they’re agreeing to share,” Victoria muttered. “And Bitch isn’t disagreeing…”
“Pet is a Good Girl,” Bitch snapped at her, still standing at attention and presenting herself.
“Let’s see… some familiar micro-scarring here,” the healer plunged on, determined not to let herself react. She failed almost immediately. “That looks like… Skitter’s strap-on. And now I can identify a villain’s sex toy by rectal tearing. I hate my life.”
“It’s a really good strap on,” Regent confirmed un-helpfully.
“I’m noticing some unusual damage here,” Amy noted clinically, not even caring. “There’s a lot of additional callouses on the elbows and knees here. There’s some stress on the joints, and maybe some cardiovascular damage in the limbs. I just know there’s a kink involved, but frankly, I’m not recognizing it…”
“It’s called a Bitch-Suit!” Tattletale helpfully explained.
“It’s named after me,” Bitch added, gravelly voice proud at the declaration.
“Now I recognize it,” Amy admitted. “And I have also discovered even lower depths of hatred and rage. Today has been very enlightening. Thank you.”
“Wait, I don’t know what that is,” Victoria admitted, glancing around the group in confusion. “What does that even involve?”
“Look it up,” Grue told her bluntly.
“Preferably, from a work or school computer,” Regent advised.
“Or if you want, we can give a demonstration?” Tattletale offered suggestively.
“You would make a lovely pet,” Skitter confirmed, tone entirely too serious.
“Labrador,” Bitch noted, also entirely too serious.
Amy stiffened, and surreptitiously glanced at her sister. She could almost see it…
Then she flushed, straightened, and did her best to banish the entirely too quick to come to mind image.
“Keep sessions less then three hours, regular breaks for circulation,” she listed off quickly, hoping to bury the image further in clinical aftercare recommendations. “I’ve left the callouses, and toughened the joints a bit. Have fun, be responsible, stay off the streets.”
“But then where would we walk her?” Skitter asked, tone genuinely curious.
“AND-WE’RE-NOW-OFFICIALLY-DONE-AND-ITS-TIME-TO-GO,” Amy quickly shouted, turning around and aiming for an exit to the alley.
“Oh Pan-Pan,” a catty voice interrupted her effort to escape from the villainous sex fiends. Stopping, Amy took a deep breath, and then leveled a glare that she hoped suitably expressed her own murderous rage. Tattletale just grinned, sashaying over to her slowly. “One left~”
“I hate you with the force of a thousand simultaneous embolisms liquifying a patient’s brain,” Amy declared flatly. Tattletale ignored what Amy had intended to be an implied threat, and just leaned forward, offering her face to the healer.
“I know,” the villainess declared coyly. “After all, I’m a bad girl.”
Amy growled, but reached out and poked the villain in the nose. Then she blinked, and cocked her head to the side in befuddled curiosity.
“How the hell do you have the precise scar of a handprint on your ass?” she demanded in genuine confusion.
“Not going to ask about the rope burns?” Tattletale leered.
“I’ve seen tortoise shell bondage before,” Amy countered, frowning in consternation. “The scar on your ass is like precise. No blurring or faded edges. I mean, if it was a tattoo of a handprint, that would be one thing, but this? You would have to have been struck in like the exactly the same spot so many times, without deviation…”
“Skitter,” Grue spoke up dryly. “Is an EXCELLENT dominatrix.”
“Bad girls,” Skitter declared imperiously, “get punished.”
Victoria swallowed, and remembered certain gang bangers that she might have hurt too badly and had to cover up, and wondered if that qualified her for being a bad girl…
“Brats get Pats,” Tattletale chirped cheerfully, one hand on her hip and the other coming down with a resounding smack on her own bottom. Amy very carefully did not swallow at the sound of the spanking. “And I’ve been a bad girl, Pan-Pan.”
“I’m just going to assume it’s the usual,” she declared instead, mentally trying to speed up her power so she could finally get the hell out of here. “Factory set, six point five, and oh, look, there’s Skitter’s strap-on again… Surprise.”
Amy really wished that she could get through this last case in silence, but Tattletale had already proven herself constitutionally unable to shut up.
“You see, sometimes a bad girl needs to be punished,” the villain purred, leaning in slightly, and Amy deliberately didn’t meet the sultry gaze being leveled at her from way to damn close. “Sometimes bad girls needs to be shown the way. They need help to be a good girl.”
Amy felt herself shudder, and realized she was hunching over. Unconsciously, against her will, Amy thought about herself: how she was the daughter of a villain, how she hated being a healer, how she was never good enough for her adoptive mother, her own inappropriate thoughts about her sister…
“If you ever feel like a bad girl, Amy,” Tattletale’s voice was soft an intimate, and Amy hated her because she knew the Thinker was reading her like a book, “well, we know all the best ways to punish bad girls, and help them be good girls. Think about it.”
Amy gulped convulsively, and to her own horror, found that she really was thinking about how nice it might be to be a Good Girl…
She violently shook her head, as though the action would shake out the thoughts the Thinker had planted in there. Then she glared at the smug villainess. She deliberately flexed her power.
“Oh you bitch!” Tattletale gasped, tone scandalized. “I worked hard on that and you just go and heal it!?”
“Factory reset means no scars,” the healer told her blithely. “So sorry, my bad.”
“But how am I suppose to be a good girl without the loving hand of my Mistress always on me to remind me?” Tattletale declared dramatically, faking a swoon as she did so.
“We’ll just have to work extra hard to put it back there,” Skitter assured her blithely. “We can start after we pop our new cherries.”
“Deal!” Tattletale practically purred. She gave Amy a saucy wink, and the healer had the sinking suspicion that she had been taunted into removing the scar just for this scenario to be enacted, and immediately felt interested… DIRTY! She felt dirty that she had been lured into enabling this scenario.
Okay, actually, watching that bitch Tattletale get bent over and punished for being such a vicious cunt was actually…
No, No, NO!
“Vicky we’re leaving right now before we’re infected by them,” Amy declared, and not even waiting for her sister to pick her up and fly her away simply turned and fled down the alley in an effort to get away from the Undersiders and the seeming aura of sheer lewdness that they now apparently possessed.
“Wha-er, right!” Victoria declared, before realizing she had been alternating staring between Grue and Skitter, and gulped, lifting a few inches off the ground as she started to follow her sister.
“Wait.” The voice the snapped out at her was sharp and commanding, and Victoria instantly froze, straightening mid-air with an ‘eep’.
“I’m sorry mistress… I mean, what do you want villain!?” she declared, flushing as she turned to glare at Skitter.
Skitter simply pointed at the ground.
“Don’t forget your payment,” she advised, her tone as cool and measured as it had been all night.
“Eh?” Victoria blinked, and then realized that with all the… everything, she had actually forgotten that Amy was being paid in both blood money and bomb information. “Er, right!”
Victoria hurried to float over to the duffle bags, dipping enough to pick them up. She turned to grab the notebook, and ‘eeped’ again as she found that Skitter had closed the distance between them and was standing entirely too close.
“I’mNotReadyMistress!” she yelped instinctively, before realizing that the villain had simply picked up the bomb notebook and was offering it to her. Blushing, and really hoping no one had heard her slip, the hero reached out to take the notebook.
When she grabbed it, Skitter’s other hand came up and latched onto her wrist, and Victoria found herself freezing again. Rather than attack, however, the hand holding the book released it, and went to a pocket on the villainess’ costume.
Skitter pulled out a business card, and held it up so that Victoria could read it.
‘Call us anytime if you’re feeling nefarious,’ it read, and had a phone number on it. Victoria swallowed as Skitter then brought the card up, slid it under her mask, and when it came out it also sported a kiss mark with black lipstick on it.
Frozen, and more than a little helplessly aroused, Victoria ‘eeped’ a third time as the card was slid down the front of her shirt and into her cleavage.
“Think about it,” Skitter told her, and then released her and turned around to walk away with hip swaying steps that, if there was a god, would have been in slow motion.
Victoria gulped again, before floating off after her sister with the money, and the feel of the card on her chest.
***Epilogue***
Amy did her best to glare into her coffee, but realized she was misaiming her irate look at the table in front of her. It truly was one of life’s great conundrums: being too sleepy to properly aim a glare, and yet, if she drank the coffee to stop being sleepy, she would no longer have the coffee to glare at.
Amy was not a morning person.
It was a little over a week since the encounter with the Undersiders, and maybe eighteen hours since Carol had stopped being a harpy about the whole ‘healing the bad guys’, and ‘taking blood money’, and ‘blah blah I need coffee to properly remember the rest of what Carol was bitching about which brings me back to the glaring at the coffee bit’.
The encounter as a whole had been appropriately reported to the PRT, which led to some odd head scratching as they tried to figure out how to proceed. The fact that the Undersiders had apparently abandoned the life of crime was considered good, though the fact that they had now dedicated their lives to sensual hedonism got some raised eyebrows and blushes. The intel from about the bombs had proven correct, and the PRT had spent the next several days disarming and collecting the tinker tech.
The money also had been returned to the bank, and Amy had taken savage glee at the bureaucratic hell that Tattletale had predicted came to pass and the bank lost the money immediately as evidence while simultaneously having to return the insurance funds as well.
All said and done, Amy was ready to move on, and hopefully never have to deal with the Undersiders ever again.
And so, Amy sat at the kitchen table, cradling her coffee as she tried to work up the energy to start drinking it. Carol was there as well, primly eating a Danish in that whole ‘I even eat better than you and somehow make chewing sound self-righteous’ way she had. And finally…
“Good morning, everyone!”
And finally, her beautiful sister, who’s one true flaw was that she was a morning person, floated into the kitchen looking entirely too chipper for 7am.
“You seem to be in a good mood,” Carol noted, before frowning. “And no flying in the house.”
“Sorry mom,” Victoria chirped, landing and not breaking pace as she began skipping through the kitchen. “It’s just such a great morning, you know?”
“Mrgl,” Amy disagreed with her sister.
“Arglblrg,” she also added, rolling her eyes in disgust as she condemned her filthy and horrific morning cheer.
“Good morning to you too, Ames!” Victoria beamed at her, moving past the grumpy healer as she made her way to the cabinet. As she came by, her skin accidentally grazed Amy’s own and she habitually reviewed her sister’s body’s state…
…and promptly spewed out the little coffee she had managed to get in her mouth as she dropped her cup, coughing and gagging profusely.
“Amy, no dying at the kitchen table,” Carol told her severely.
“Whoa there,” Victoria laughed, still raiding the pantry, floating surreptitiously upwards so she could reach the very top shelf where the bitch hid her pop tarts knowing Amy was too short to reach them. Normally, that would be condemnation all of its own, but at that second Amy had something very different at the forefront of her mind.
“I know that micro-tearing,” she gagged out as she cleared the coffee from her air pipe.
“What was that?” Carol asked, her resting bitch face in it’s usual disapproving expression. “And don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“I know that micro-tearing!” Amy growled again, standing slowly as she turned to glare at her sister. “Victoria, what the hell were you doing with Skitter’s Strap-on!?”
Victoria froze at the sudden inquest. Carol, on the other hand had been mid bite and began coughing as the completely unexpected demand caught her by surprise, and she started choking on her pastry.
“What, did you get curious, break into the Undersiders’ lair, and steal it or something?” Amy demanded, glaring at the frozen girl. “Why!? Do you have any idea how unsanitary that could be!?”
Frozen, Victoria began to lower herself, and began inching to the side as though she was about to make a break for it and was trying to angle a clear shot to escape.
Amy’s eyes narrowed. She knew her sister, and the fact that she was trying to run only meant…
Amy’s eyes snapped open.
“Oh god, you didn’t steal it, it was still attached to Skitter, wasn’t it?! You actually had sex with her!?”
Victoria stopped inching to the exit, and instead started to move towards the pantry. Slowly, she started to try and open it.
Oh god, now Victoria was trying to hide, and that meant it was actually worse than she thought!
“Oh. My. God. It wasn’t just Skitter was it? Was it Grue too? Regent? Bitch!? Even Tattletale!?!?” Amy whispered in growing disbelief. At each name, Victoria flinched, hand falling away from the pantry door she had thought to hide herself in.
Amy stared at her sister, her eye starting to twitch.
“Victoria Elizabeth Dallon, did you actually have an orgy with the UNDERSIDERS?”
At hearing the tactical deployment of her middle name, Victoria finally slumped. She began twiddling her fingers in front of her as she hunched over, awkwardly looking over her shoulder with a sheepish expression on her face. Slowly, she nodded in confirmation.
At the table, still choking, Carol started turning blue, slowly sliding off her chair as she frantically hit at her chest, trying to dislodge the food stuck in her throat.
“Why!?!?” Amy demanded hands shaking in front of her as though they were about to reach out and choke the answer out of her beloved-but-very-much-in-trouble sister.
“Er, well,” Victoria began, tone sheepish. “It’s just, well, Skitter left me a card, and it had their number on it, and Dean and I are on the outs and all, and I thought maybe I would just call, and sort of see what happened, and well, one thing led to another, and well, they really do have a dungeon…”
“Victoria!” Amy snapped, and realized no, she wasn’t going to strangle her sister, she was going to strangle herself so she didn’t have to sit here and listen to her sister explain why she was lured into debauchery by a villainous open-relation pentad! “Carol, control your daughter!”
Carol, still choking, slipped under the table, one hand desperately clawing on it as she fell.
“And you!” Amy snapped back to the very sheepish and now blushing soon-to-be-dead traitorous ex-sister of hers. “What do you have to say for yourself!?”
Victoria’s eyes trailed sheepishly to the side and she gave a little shrug.
“Skitter really is a good dominatrix?”
And just like that, Amy had a sudden and vivid fantasy of her sister, on her knees, wearing a Princess Leia slave suit, gazing up Skitter’s long legs as the villain balanced a riding crop in her hands…
“You’re taking me along next time!” Amy snapped at her sister. Goddamnit, if her sister got to indulge herself with the villain group, than SHE got to be there too! It wouldn’t be weird if she was with her sister if it was a group thing, right!?
“Er, Ames, I’m not sure…”
“YOUR TAKING ME NEXT TIME!”
Carol’s hand finally quivered, one last time, and then slipped from the table.