Slamming the door behind her, and leaving the bubbling commotion. Hard to imagine exactly how the trip to the cafe could have been worse, no writing done and an invasion of kinky aliens. Looking about the alley to see if it was clear, before jumping effortlessly onto the flat roof of the cafe. Now out of sight, she starts to change into her outfit, pulling boots and gloves out of the bag and setting them down. She pulls her jumper over her head, throwing it into her bag, her shirt quickly following it. her shirt joining it in her bag. Working her Lycra dress over her head, quickly removing her bra and sliding the dress down to her hips, really hoping nobody had seen her getting changed. Unzipping her skirt and letting it fall as she works her outfit over her hips, the hem billowing out to allow her legs to move in the tight material. running up from around her neck to not far below her hips, the short sleeved dress clung to her body, showing off the contours of her toned figure. It was mostly a vibrant red up to her middle, with a thin band running up her body, white panels either side of it.
Glancing down at her phone to see if anything had happened, her heart skipping a beat as she realises what it is showing. The whole screen is taken up with the intimate view of a Defender of Earth member struggling to stave off an orgasm, rage and defiance in her eyes as she grunts getting ever closer. She fumbles for her boots struggling to look away from the footage, slipping her nylon clad feet into the boots, coming up to just above her knee, standing in her tight dress and flat boots as she watches the woman on the screen finally succumb to the orgasm. She blushes, finding her phone is not on silent, the sounds of a genuine climax from the Heroine fills the air. The torment instantlyantly starting up again, this time the look of defiance gone, pride taken as her body succumbs to the torment. The look of defiance replaced with wide eyed panic as a circlet is placed on her head, a look of docile arousal creeps into her eyes as she starts to sensually squirm in her restraints. Unable to look away from the abused heroine, distracted as it starts to show one of the male members, seemingly soon after their capture on the alien ship. Securely bound in place as he is manipulated into forced arousal, a look of fear above a humiliating ballgag. Wrenching away from her phone, blushing furiously and pulling on her elbow length red gloves, putting her hair in a loose ponytail before adding her red mask. Rage building in her at the humiliating pornographic display of the Defenders. Blushing again as she tries to put her phone on mute to stop the sounds of another shameful orgasm.
She bundles her clothes, laptop and phone into her bag, hoping nobody would find it behind this random box. Trying to calm herself as the images still run through her head, attempting to shake it off as she looks around to survey what is going on around her. A ship is touching down nearby, clearly this was not going to be an isolated invasion, surely this was happening all over the world. Combat had erupted around the ship, local armed forces had engaged with something near the ship. She had to keep calm and think, jumping into the centre of a firefight was not the call right now. She takes a leap up to the top of another building, hoping she would be able to see more of the situation. She watches as alien drones start to comb the city, swooping over rooftops seemingly with some sinister intent. She had no idea what to do, an invasion from Aliens was not at all on her plan for the day, and not even something she had worried about before until now. Perverted ones even, why were they showing off their victory over them in such a way, this sexualised bondage they seemed to be taking such pride in.
As she observers the city she sees a few figures on a roof nearby, three of them, two male and a female. It was the Stonewall Three, siblings who were more than happy to fix any problem by punching it. Even they could see this was enough of a situation to be wary of just jumping into this battle, just maybe they were exactly what they needed right now. She jumped across the gap, landing lightly on her feet behind them, pulling herself up to her full height. The three of them turn around in surprise, looking ready for a fight before realising who it was. The woman regains her composer and steps towards her. “Brimstone, am I glad to see you. We seem to have quite the situation on our hands here.” says the tall woman. “We need to be doing something, not just watching some sexed up aliens take over,” said one of the brothers. She honestly could not tell them apart with the masks on, there were hot-heads anyway. She was dressed in a tight leather outfit with thigh high kinky boots and a long trench coat, her curly blond faux hawk swept back showing off her intense masked eyes. Her brothers dressed similarly, but more practical boots, but the same long trench coats, seemingly each one had brought a large sledgehammer. “Do we have any idea what we are even up against?” she asked. “Not a clue, we have seen what look like robots but none of the Aliens we saw during that broadcast, I would guess this is happening in quite a few cities so we can’t rely on much help. The army has engaged with them, but by the sounds of it that is coming to a close.”
Before she could reply she noticed them looking off at something behind her, turning around she could see Sovereign, as ever looking impeccable, even during a crisis. A tight low cut blue leotard showing off ample cleavage, strips of cloth the same as her leotard criss-crossing along her arms and legs contrasting with her very sheer grey bodysuit she is wearing underneath. Pointed feet gently hovering just above the ground as she effortlessly levitates in place like a dancer. A thin mask hides her identity and long black hair swirls around her head, a free flowing white sash flutters around her waist. Brimstone can’t hide her scowl at seeing her. The casual mastery of energy manipulation, her always composed and sexy figure was something she could never ignore, furious at herself for instantly coming back to her. Trying desperately to keep her composure, the day has been a confusing barrage of emotions, and as helpful as she would be, it was always hard to see Sovereign. They had both been trained by Eostrix in their younger years, but she was never able to develop her powers in the same way as her, adding to that a passionate and messy fling the two had had a pretty cold relationship since. Eostrix had long retired leaving them to help defend the city from crime, and that worked fine as long as they did not have to deal with each other.
Taking a deep breath in another attempt to clear her head of all the overwhelming thoughts. “Sovereign is it is good you got here” she said trying to hide her annoyance at this extra layer to the situation “It sounds like the army are pulling back, I suggest we each take a flank while the Stonewall hit them in the center, if we move quickly enough we may be able to drive them off”. Sovereign slowly nods, “Have you seen what they are doing to us? If they can defeat the Defenders they can defeat us.” her soft sensuous voice stating what they already knew. Brimstone feels her irritation rising, but before she can say anything more the Stonewalls give an affirmative nod in unison. “We will set up in front of the ship, give us a signal and then we hit them hard and keep them busy until you two hit them from the sides” and with that they each launch into the sky and out of sight. She was pretty sure they were using their own impetus to get away before her and Sovereign got at each other too much.
“We need to at least try” Brimstone snapped “If this is a global invasion, then we are not going to be fighting all of them, likely just robots.” Sovereign gives a sarcastic smile “You were always so noble, but the Defenders are down, all you are doing is leading us to the same fate”. Brimstone sighed, “What master plan do you have, or did you just want to come here and glote?” Sovereign comes up close to her, hovering to keep herself taller, “We are going to get captured, and then we are going to be sexually tortured and displayed like whores for their amusement, we don’t stand a chance”. Brimstone looks up at her, seeing a glimmer of fear behind the sarcasm. “I am not going to let anything happen to you” says Brimstone suddenly full of confidence. Seeing a small glimmer in Sovereign’s eye, “Fine, when we become alien sex slaves, I am going to blame you”. Without waiting she turns and takes off towards another roof. Brimstone stands for a moment on the roof, this was all getting a bit crazy, just about to take part in a battle against aliens of all things. Now Sovereign’s words had really hit home, sexual torments were not normal, and now she had likely stirred up things between them again.
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