Armor
Nails
One more chapter and I'm done. No sex next chapter either. There will probably be a sequel or two, though. Whatever.
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Tokit moved under its own power. It was still weak, but Kiliah could tell that even the small taste she had given it had helped. It inched down across her thin, silky patch of pubic hair on positioned itself over her intimates.
<I wish I had the energy to do this properly,> it remarked, almost wistfully. Then it pushed itself inside her, causing Kiliah to grunt indelicately. Tokit then pressed itself forcefully against her clit, and began to rub at her methodically, up and down. It felt odd at first, but good. Kiliah could definitely feel something building inside her. It stretched a tendril of itself down further into her, more carefully then before. Kiliah felt it touch something good, and she grunted. Tokit did it again. Meanwhile her hands worked their way under her top to massage her slight bosom. Despite the cold, she was flush with passion. Her heart was pounding. It did not take long for her to reach her climax with a whoosh of breath she did not know she was holding.
“Heil...” she sighed, pressing her eyes closed. She could feel some of her liquids come trickling in little streams pass Tokit, who then stretched itself out to catch them.
<Thank you,> it said after a pause, <it feels... good to eat something.> Kiliah beamed on top of the after-glow blush she already had. She had never really helped someone before. That was not something inferior creatures like herself were capable of. It felt damn good too. The moment was ruined, however, when she began to shiver uncontrollably. She was covered in sweat with her pants pulled down and her jacket propping her head up in the middle of a freezing crystal plane. <Let me help you with that. Hold on.> Kiliah watched in amazement as Tokit stretched itself out to wrap around her whole crotch like a pair of diapers. Then it moved up to encompass her torso. Finally it covered her upper arms and legs and came to a rest. <There now, pull your bottoms up over me.>
Kiliah blushed a bit, but did as it asked. Why not? The thing had already known her intimately, what difference did it make if it was sleeping beneath her underwear? After thinking about it for awhile, she picked up her jacket and put it on as well. She had intended to let herself freeze to death before she starved, but now she figured a slow death might be worth spending more time with Tokit. After laying down again she gasped with surprise as Tokit suddenly heated up. “Mmmm,” she murmured. It felt good, but she still chastised him, <You shouldn’t waste your energy, I do not think I will be able to... to feed you much more before...> she trailed off uncomfortably. The resulting silence hung heavy over them both.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Axiom rushed forward to grab Plasmet by the wrists. Chaste shakily got to his feet and rubbed his head. “Thank you.” Axiom said to him, “We were having difficulties apprehending this one.”
“This one?” Bruiser groused, “You make it sound like we do this all the time.”
“Let go of me, you overgrown action-figure!” Plamet spat as she writhed in Axiom’s grip. “You fucking let me go right now or... else!”
“Or else what, little girl?” Bruiser leered in the struggling woman’s face. Plasmet snarled and spat on her. Bruiser wiped the saliva from her face and then wordlessly punched Plasmet in the nose.
“Now, now,” Chaste admonished gently, touching Bruiser lightly on one muscular shoulder, “none of that. You captured her, its over. Do you have somewhere to hold her while her cell back in Azriel is made ready?” Azriel was an American penitentiary for minor super-villains and other screw-ups with powers. It was woefully underfunded since all the major threats were held elsewhere, and the public could always count on some essential power naturalizing device to malfunction and cause a massive break-out. Still, it was what was there, and it would just have to do.
Axiom considered Chaste a moment. “I suppose we could bring her to our satellite to clip her nails and call the Azriel officials.”
Chaste nodded. “I could take you there if you want.”
“That would be most useful. Our power supply limits how often we can use our teleportation system.” Axiom replied, ignoring Plasmet who was silently seething in his grasp. And bleeding. Seething and bleeding.
Chaste nodded again and wordlessly place on hand on each super-hero. A swirl of white light surrounded them, and everything dissolved into mist for a moment. When it cleared they were on the WDF satellite.
The satellite was still being built. The basics were all there, walls, life support, power, emergency propulsion and so forth. It was far from running at optimal efficiency, however. For one thing, life support could only handle about three people at a time. Axiom was working hard to remedy that, and open consoles, tools, and bits of various hardware lay scattered about the floor as evidence. Axiom was not normally a slob, but he had been in the middle of something when he heard about Plasmet’s activity.
“Let’s see... Bruiser, how about you hold her while I call Azriel and find some nail clippers. Chaste?” Chaste nodded, confirming his identity. He did not ask how Axiom knew his name nor did he ask. Part of him hoped perhaps he had done enough good in this word he had garnered some small amount of fame. Still, the big, muscular woman’s face was blank, as if she was about to ask how the robot had known the newcomer’s name. “Chaste, you can go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m Axiom, buy the way. And this is-”
“Bruiser, yes, I know. I am no reader of minds, but I gleaned that much when I touched you to transport you here. I have to connect in a way to teleport people.”
“Ah-” Axiom had been about to comment on how that must have been how Chaste knew the location of their satellite, but Plasmet interrupted.
“You were in my fucking head!? That is it, first Bowser here sucker punches me, then I’m mind-fucked. I am suing the asses off you guys. This is- brutality!” Blood was still dripping from her nose and she was spitting a little as she yelled. All and all she did not make for a pretty picture.
“Calm down,” Chaste said reasonably, “Your thoughts are your own as long as you choose to keep them. Try and relax, your anger flatters you little.”
“Are you making fun of me, queer-mo? Because I don’t like the sound of your voice, and I like you face even less.” She struggled helplessly against Axioms grip. “Let me the hell go! You are ripping my arms outta my sockets, freak bastard!”
“Oh really?” Bruiser smirked, “Well, how about we try this instead.” Bruiser reached over and took Plasmet out of Axiom’s hold. Unfortunately for Plasmet, Bruiser was considerably taller than the mechinoid, and could easily hold the seething villainess inches above the ground, even gripping her by the wrists. Plasmet grunted angerly and tried to kick the stronger woman, but she had little leverage and it barely registered.
“I’ll go get some nail clippers, then we can all behave like civilized beings, hmm?” Axiom said, to no one in particular. He disappeared out the room and down a hallway. Bruiser grinned at Plasmet, who had opted to save her dignity as much and she could and was sulking quietly. Chaste glanced around the room and found a couch to sit on.
Eventually Axiom came back out and the three of them started to arduous process of clipping Plasmet’s nails. The villainess hissed and spat, writhed and flailed, and otherwise was as obnoxious as she could be. That was all a cover. As soon as her first hand was done, Axiom let it slip from his grip. It has harmless now. Unfortunately, the idea that Plasmet might have a weapon concealed in the sheer skirt of her undersized costume did not occur to anyone. In a flash she had pulled out a gun and shot Bruiser, who was holding the other hand, twice. One in the chest and once in the head. The large woman went down like a tree. Chaste stared in shock as Axiom made a grasp for the retreating villainess, but she was up and out of the room before he could get a hold of her.
Axiom thought that it he could catch her later. It would take her at least an hour to open up a portal that would be strong enough to take her back to earth. Two even, with one hand disabled. That was why he suggested taking her up there in the first place. He kneeled down beside where Bruiser lay. He was acutely aware of Chaste throwing up in a garbage bin in the corner.
___Yey, combat! I am really struggiling with the superhero thing here 'cause superheros are usually comic-ed or animated or whatever. No idea how well I did. So, will Bruiser be OK? What about Kiliah and Tokit? You probably know the answers, but read the next chapter anyways, OK?