"Ho ho ho... Doesn't it feel good to be honest for a change?" Daybreak cooed, noting with particular interest the bared, spike-tipped fangs inside the mouth of her target. His body wasn't exactly her type... she preferred guys who were either strong enough to overpower her, ugly enough to make her feel like she was being violated, or handsome enough to arouse her in the more conventional fashion. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers, and he did have one very alluring upside, at least: his status, his teeth, his apparent aversion to going outdoors, his strange, hairless body... all of these confirmed his status as a vampire to her (well, the last part didn't have anything to do with it, but it still confirmed it to her). From here on out, it would be up to him whether he wanted to let her keep control or fight back, as long as he didn't need his voice to do it.
"I'm not all black leather and whips... I can do positive reinforcement as well," she continued, her words soft but clearly veiling her true intent; if he wanted to be touched nicely, he wouldn't have let her get this far under her new gimmick. Still, pretending, she moved forward to place the blindfold around his head, using her flesh hand for gag while holding his head still using the metallic one. She kept her face very close to his as he lost his sight (assuming he allowed her to keep going, that is). Assuming that was all went well, she'd move on to phase 2. "If you continue to please me... you'll get the good hand," she insisted, trailing her human fingertip down his abdomen, then brazenly stroking the length of his member with two fingers over the cloth, very gently. "And, for demostration purposes... if you displease me..." she whispered into his ear, smiling sadistically, before wrapping her metallic fingers around his elevated protrusion and giving it a short tug. It wouldn't exactly be comfortable at all, but her hand still moved with human precision, even though it was a heated, metallic prosthetic. It'd undoubtedly be a new experience for him, if nothing else...
"It's cute, how you preserved yourself that way. Your little shorts..." Daybreak laughed again, giving a short pull on the front of his elastic and snapping it back. "I don't think it'll be a long time before you're begging me to pull you out of them... Perhaps we should have a signal? Just tap out, like you're submitting to me, and I'll give you release... or tough it out, as long as you're able. i don't plan on losing to you. I have a stake in this as well..." She reached out to take his hand with her metallic one, then led him over to the bed to sit. "Now... lie down. Can you even picture the bed you're on? I'm going to grin while I watch you trying to get yourself on there just right..."
If he actually lowered himself to that, she really would grin and let him try. If he didn't, she'd still smile but would instead help him out, orienting him so that she could reach both arms out to one bedpost and restrict him using the handcuffs. If she got this far, she'd have many of the objectives met, although she would, notably, still be on the bed herself, which would be dangerous given the risk she put to her own EJO procedure. "It's almost time... are you comfortable?" she asked again. "Because that cute part of you looks like it wants attention. Assuming he wasn't kicking himself free, she would stand up for a moment, then get back onto the bed, facing opposite her original direction. He'd feel a telltale depression in the bed and hear the creak, as she spread her legs and moved her ample thighs and buttocks near to his face, straddling his collar and pressing her bare breasts against his upper groin. Her body was surprisingly weighty, which, on reflection, actually made sense given her height and body shape. "We'll play good-touch bad-touch... You're going to need your mouth free for this one."
She reached behind herself to loosen up the gag, then allowed it to hang at his jaw or neck, however it fell. "Here's how it works... You're going to tell me the worst, most awful things that you've done to people... If you're a good boy who plays nice, I'll give you a pleasant touch... If you're a bad boy who's done nasty things, you'll get due punishment. I might give you a little tug or a little squeeze... or if it's especially heinous, I might just bury your face and suffocate you with my ass," she warned (assured?) him, clenching her legs at his shoulders and leaning her bottom out teasingly. "So... fess up." Of course, Uprising hadn't asked for CommissionMan's confessions, but Daybreak still intended to hear them.
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On the other side, Tajana was busily taking notes but reflecting that this was a good deal too risque for her target teenybopper audience. A dash here and there, however, would allow them to indulge in this freaky world her navi lived in... Authentic, but a little dangerous. That could make for good writing. Maybe.
Marian, for her part, was surprised that Daybreak had basically picked up on her plan without her saying anything. "Boy, for all of our sakes, I kind of hope the guy is a vampire now. Otherwise, I feel kind of sorry for him," she murmured, crossing her arms thoughtfully.
"I don't know... some people might enjoy this type of thing, once in a while," Tajana reflected. Marian turned to her with a red face, trying to see if she could read any desire for experimentation in her wife's expression, but Tajana's cool smile, collected as though modeling for a painting, betrayed none of that. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked, noticing Marian staring.
"Nothing! I was just thinking it's great that we don't have to do that sort of thing ourselves, ha ha ha..." the younger of the two laughed, before focusing her attention back on the PET.
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As things heated up everywhere else, they continued to instead cool down for the eye outside, much to its chagrin. Under its sheet, it began to spin petulantly, then more slowly... it began to dip in the air slightly, before shaking itself awake. Daybreak would probably freak out later if anyone told her that her treasured familiar had nearly plummeted countless stories down and smashed upon the pavement.
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There was a moment when Daybreak's new boy toy tensed beneath the feeling of her metal digits holding his head, but with her smooth motions and assured stance, he allowed her to continue stripping back his senses one by one. Perhaps to her disappointment, however, he didn't see too disabled by the loss of his sight, at least not in his own bedroom. The possible bloodsucker had given her the reins of the event, but he wasn't specifically showing any kind of submissive posture to her yet, though she was close enough to hear a long intake of breath at the way she gripped and tugged through his one remaining garment.
With his mouth gagged and his eyes covered it was a bit harder to read whether the sharp intake was good or bad; his body responded, tense and shifting a little, but he didn't make any move to stop her or interrupt Daybreak's show of power. Watching him carefully, she would be able to see that he was breathing at least a little quicker — the rise and fall of his pale, toned chest was coming just a little faster than it had, and after she had briefly abused his manhood through his pants, the package hadn't subsided in any way at all.
At her next solid instruction, CommissionMan bowed his head, then took the extra step to move to the middle of the bedside and turned to sit, before lying out flat and prostrating himself for her; if she'd been hoping that he'd be clumsy without his eyes, Daybreak would have to be a little bit disappointed on that score, though she might recall that he'd been wearing an eye mask when she first entered the darkened room, so there was a good chance he knew his way around it well enough even without looking. It wasn't long before Daybreak was securing his arms to one of the bedposts with the cuffs. The simplest way to achieve that, rather than putting one wrist to each post, was to link the wrists together with one set of cuffs, and then loop the second about them at the link, cuffing both ends onto the waiting post. One way or the other, it seemed both secure, and a certain bet that that particular box was now checked as well, in terms of her mission objectives.
In fact, if Daybreak was truly thinking about her mission, now would be perfect, since every compromising measure they'd accounted for would now be in effect on her target, and all without him realising it. Less fortunate for mission-minded individuals was the fact that actually completing the mission seemed like a secondary goal to Daybreak at the moment. For his part, her vampire companion didn't seem to be tapping out or begging yet, though he was visibly eager for something the longer she teased him. It might be easy to miss, but the smallest groan seemed to escape around the gag as she climbed on top of him on the bed, and she could see his toes curl and flex in anticipation.
As she mounted up, a message came through that might be entirely unwelcome at this point, depending on where daybreak's mind was at.
Then, a few seconds later, while she moved to unfasten the gag... fortunately the gag itself was just bonus, and wasn't any part of the tampered items.
Upon the removal of the gag, however, she'd find CommissionMan eagerly craning his face and neck upwards, attempting to lick and kiss at her delicate parts, even if he couldn't see. If she didn't actually want to allow him to begin stimulating her in this manner, she'd have to lift her haunch just a bit, out of his range.
Once she explained the 'rules' however, his efforts became a couple of short, quick nods. there was a brief pause, perhaps while he panicked about what to say, but eventually words came spilling out, though they might be a bit muffled to Daybreak from her current position.
"I'm a terrible, wretched creature! I've done more horrible things than anyone knows! I've... I've... driven whole families into the gutter for wealth and power... I've... I've lowered the standard of safety so everyone has to rely on me for protection! I've... um... I've coerced all the whore houses in this district into sending me free girls whenever I want, because I'll bankrupt them if they don't!" The attempt at refined accent had slipped away here as he sought to show how much of a bad boy he was to Daybreak; instead he sounded excited and eager, and just a little bit proud of his accomplishments... but there was also something else. If she was listening very closely, Daybreak might get the impression that he was holding something back, something that he still wasn't prepared to give up, just for the sake of bedroom play. One thing was certain, if she was looking at the barely restraining and stretched undergarments in front of her face, the man was both excited, and very much anticipating her punishment.
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Outside, the least interesting part of the evening continued but it seemed that, eventually, Tera grew more worried about the familiar and its ridiculous clothing-draped appearance than it was for itself.
"Someone is going to see that sooner or later..." her voice muttered from just nearby. After a second more, the eyeball would feel two hands quickly pulling the sodden garments off it and tossing them over the edge of the tall building. The hands then took it firmly by each side and pulled it in close; they weren't really paying any particular attention to which way the eye itself was facing, but at least one part of it, maybe front, maybe back, maybe something part way, felt itself pressed up against the invisible SP's chest again. Still out of sight, it would be able to tell that she was dressed in her normal clothing again — an outfit not unlike the one Uprising had first shown up in — but despite that her chest was soft and her body was deliciously warm, compared to the cold air and freezing rain. As the familiar was held close, it swiftly faded from visible sight as well.
Daybreak... flickered. There was a moment, as Tera extended her cover to shroud the familiar from sight, where the navi herself faded and phased for a moment, and it was probably very fortunate that her playmate was, currently, wearing a blindfold. The anomaly steadied after a few seconds, leaving her fully visible and unaffected again.
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Program Status
EJO Delay: Bed contact
HP/Write Protection Compromise: Drinking Wine
Chip and Signature Lock Out: Blindfold contact
NaviCust Compromise: Cuff Contact
CommissionMan: EJO: Compromised, HP/Write Protection: Compromised, Chips and Signatures: Compromised, NaviCust: Compromised
Daybreak: EJO: Compromised, HP/Write Protection: Probably compromised, but Daybreak herself is the only one who knows this., Chips and Signatures: Normal, NaviCust: Normal
Uprising: EJO: Compromised (It's a tight squeeze, even for her), HP/Write Protection: Normal, Chips and Signatures: Normal, NaviCust: Normal.
With his mouth gagged and his eyes covered it was a bit harder to read whether the sharp intake was good or bad; his body responded, tense and shifting a little, but he didn't make any move to stop her or interrupt Daybreak's show of power. Watching him carefully, she would be able to see that he was breathing at least a little quicker — the rise and fall of his pale, toned chest was coming just a little faster than it had, and after she had briefly abused his manhood through his pants, the package hadn't subsided in any way at all.
At her next solid instruction, CommissionMan bowed his head, then took the extra step to move to the middle of the bedside and turned to sit, before lying out flat and prostrating himself for her; if she'd been hoping that he'd be clumsy without his eyes, Daybreak would have to be a little bit disappointed on that score, though she might recall that he'd been wearing an eye mask when she first entered the darkened room, so there was a good chance he knew his way around it well enough even without looking. It wasn't long before Daybreak was securing his arms to one of the bedposts with the cuffs. The simplest way to achieve that, rather than putting one wrist to each post, was to link the wrists together with one set of cuffs, and then loop the second about them at the link, cuffing both ends onto the waiting post. One way or the other, it seemed both secure, and a certain bet that that particular box was now checked as well, in terms of her mission objectives.
In fact, if Daybreak was truly thinking about her mission, now would be perfect, since every compromising measure they'd accounted for would now be in effect on her target, and all without him realising it. Less fortunate for mission-minded individuals was the fact that actually completing the mission seemed like a secondary goal to Daybreak at the moment. For his part, her vampire companion didn't seem to be tapping out or begging yet, though he was visibly eager for something the longer she teased him. It might be easy to miss, but the smallest groan seemed to escape around the gag as she climbed on top of him on the bed, and she could see his toes curl and flex in anticipation.
As she mounted up, a message came through that might be entirely unwelcome at this point, depending on where daybreak's mind was at.
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That's everything! Now's the perfect chance to take the shot! Don't worry about hitting me, this is more important, hurry!
Then, a few seconds later, while she moved to unfasten the gag... fortunately the gag itself was just bonus, and wasn't any part of the tampered items.
Quote (Uprising)
What are you waiting for? Daybreak, you don't actually have to have sex with him, really you don't, it's ok! He certainly doesn't deserve — Oh, that's a good idea! Good thinking, but don't draw it out too long.The tone of her urging changed mid-stream as she heard Daybreak taunting their target into spilling the beans on his past crimes for her.
Upon the removal of the gag, however, she'd find CommissionMan eagerly craning his face and neck upwards, attempting to lick and kiss at her delicate parts, even if he couldn't see. If she didn't actually want to allow him to begin stimulating her in this manner, she'd have to lift her haunch just a bit, out of his range.
Once she explained the 'rules' however, his efforts became a couple of short, quick nods. there was a brief pause, perhaps while he panicked about what to say, but eventually words came spilling out, though they might be a bit muffled to Daybreak from her current position.
"I'm a terrible, wretched creature! I've done more horrible things than anyone knows! I've... I've... driven whole families into the gutter for wealth and power... I've... I've lowered the standard of safety so everyone has to rely on me for protection! I've... um... I've coerced all the whore houses in this district into sending me free girls whenever I want, because I'll bankrupt them if they don't!" The attempt at refined accent had slipped away here as he sought to show how much of a bad boy he was to Daybreak; instead he sounded excited and eager, and just a little bit proud of his accomplishments... but there was also something else. If she was listening very closely, Daybreak might get the impression that he was holding something back, something that he still wasn't prepared to give up, just for the sake of bedroom play. One thing was certain, if she was looking at the barely restraining and stretched undergarments in front of her face, the man was both excited, and very much anticipating her punishment.
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Outside, the least interesting part of the evening continued but it seemed that, eventually, Tera grew more worried about the familiar and its ridiculous clothing-draped appearance than it was for itself.
"Someone is going to see that sooner or later..." her voice muttered from just nearby. After a second more, the eyeball would feel two hands quickly pulling the sodden garments off it and tossing them over the edge of the tall building. The hands then took it firmly by each side and pulled it in close; they weren't really paying any particular attention to which way the eye itself was facing, but at least one part of it, maybe front, maybe back, maybe something part way, felt itself pressed up against the invisible SP's chest again. Still out of sight, it would be able to tell that she was dressed in her normal clothing again — an outfit not unlike the one Uprising had first shown up in — but despite that her chest was soft and her body was deliciously warm, compared to the cold air and freezing rain. As the familiar was held close, it swiftly faded from visible sight as well.
Daybreak... flickered. There was a moment, as Tera extended her cover to shroud the familiar from sight, where the navi herself faded and phased for a moment, and it was probably very fortunate that her playmate was, currently, wearing a blindfold. The anomaly steadied after a few seconds, leaving her fully visible and unaffected again.
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Program Status
EJO Delay: Bed contact
HP/Write Protection Compromise: Drinking Wine
Chip and Signature Lock Out: Blindfold contact
NaviCust Compromise: Cuff Contact
CommissionMan: EJO: Compromised, HP/Write Protection: Compromised, Chips and Signatures: Compromised, NaviCust: Compromised
Daybreak: EJO: Compromised, HP/Write Protection: Probably compromised, but Daybreak herself is the only one who knows this., Chips and Signatures: Normal, NaviCust: Normal
Uprising: EJO: Compromised (It's a tight squeeze, even for her), HP/Write Protection: Normal, Chips and Signatures: Normal, NaviCust: Normal.
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Daybreak opted to fasten CommissionMan's wrists both together, finding that was easier given the tools at hand. From there, everything proceeded more or less swimmingly, including that her employer seemed interested in the same news she was. That was interesting... it helped assuage Daybreak's suspicion that her employer didn't really care about Commeseur's wrong-doings. Though, of course, Daybreak's being critical of such a thing to begin with was a bit hypocritical, given that, in her paranoid view, all beings were inherently evil vampires until proven innocent.
Pulling CommissionMan's gag off revealed that he definitely understood the position he was in and wasn't adverse to it. Of course, what was right in front of her face (or slightly under it, given where her breasts were positioned) made that perfectly obvious as well. If he managed to get a kiss or a lick in, it would be either against the cheeks or the leather, but she jerked her buttocks up cruelly to deny him much contact. "So greedy! Just like a bad boy. Well, let's hear what you've got," she chuckled, enjoying herself terribly. She may have a baked-in masochistic streak, but this was a very nice change of pace, especially considering she didn't get a lot of this sort of recreation, regardless of top or bottom position.
As his list came out, part of her became further encouraged... after all, everything he was saying were deplorable actions that she'd easily assign to any number of the vampires she claimed to believe in. Having so many foul deeds all on one made him well worth ending the un-life of. Another part of Daybreak, however, grew restless. Commeseur was high on the vampire list and she needed convincing appropriate to slaughter the vampire instead of just making a sex toy out of him. Thankfully, she still had a few more tricks left up her S&M harness, plans that might help to squeeze the ultimate confession out of her captive.
"Ooo, that's quite a laundry list! I can hardly decide which to punish you for first! Leave it to a bad boy to like the bad touch," she cackled, sneaking her and metallic fingers this time underneath his undershorts. She wrapped the warm, thankfully smooth metallic fingers around his member, which was already helpfully pointed upward, and began the rhythmic process of stroking her fingers up and down. It would likely have been warm through the cloth, but here, directly, it would be so warm that the average person would find it uncomfortable. A masochist might like it, though. "Because you've been so naughty, you deserve even more punishment. Hopefully, this will make you think about what you've done." With that, she brought her butt back down like a weapon, this time allowing his face very full contact with it, probably more than the average person would have wanted all at once. She bounced her his up and down a few times, as if riding him in reverse. From here, he could likely, unfortunately, tell that she was wet for the experience just like he was.
"Hopefully you're satisfied with that, because unless you have any more vile deeds of villainy tucked away somewhere- and trust me, I've checked most of the places you have on your person to tuck things away- this is as much as you're going to get. Now, if you had, perhaps one more thing..." she murmured, lowering her butt down so he could have another taste. "Well, you're probably getting sick of the taste of leather now, I imagine. I could release the strap on this pesky thing and smother you properly this time." To demonstrate, she would, at this point, look to release the buckled holding her harness together, allowing the lower strap to fall aside. If she couldn't find that, she'd attempt to use her heated metal hand to cut it herself. Still, she'd keep her lower body elevated so that he couldn't reach it without some way to lean up. "How about it? Anything left? Oh, I hope this little fellow doesn't give up before you do~" she cooed, brushing the point near the tip of aforementioned fellow with her metallic thumb.
She was so distracted that she didn't notice herself flicker to invisibility. Of course, there ought not to be much concern regardless... CommissionMan couldn't see for now and hopefully, he wouldn't see anything ever again. It ought to all be over pretty soon. This event was likely to end with a different sort of climax than most events of its kind. At this point, Marian and Tajana had both prepared themselves for it as well.
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Outside, Daybreak's increasingly warm sphere got comfy, snuggling in on Tera's chest as much as she'd allow. The embrace was an oasis of coziness in a dark, stormy world. Much like Daybreak's hand in the other room, the metal of the creature was now going a little past ordinary warmth and on to the kind of heat that'd take some adjusting to, like an especially steamy shower. Hopefully, it wasn't going to go much hotter than that.
Pulling CommissionMan's gag off revealed that he definitely understood the position he was in and wasn't adverse to it. Of course, what was right in front of her face (or slightly under it, given where her breasts were positioned) made that perfectly obvious as well. If he managed to get a kiss or a lick in, it would be either against the cheeks or the leather, but she jerked her buttocks up cruelly to deny him much contact. "So greedy! Just like a bad boy. Well, let's hear what you've got," she chuckled, enjoying herself terribly. She may have a baked-in masochistic streak, but this was a very nice change of pace, especially considering she didn't get a lot of this sort of recreation, regardless of top or bottom position.
As his list came out, part of her became further encouraged... after all, everything he was saying were deplorable actions that she'd easily assign to any number of the vampires she claimed to believe in. Having so many foul deeds all on one made him well worth ending the un-life of. Another part of Daybreak, however, grew restless. Commeseur was high on the vampire list and she needed convincing appropriate to slaughter the vampire instead of just making a sex toy out of him. Thankfully, she still had a few more tricks left up her S&M harness, plans that might help to squeeze the ultimate confession out of her captive.
"Ooo, that's quite a laundry list! I can hardly decide which to punish you for first! Leave it to a bad boy to like the bad touch," she cackled, sneaking her and metallic fingers this time underneath his undershorts. She wrapped the warm, thankfully smooth metallic fingers around his member, which was already helpfully pointed upward, and began the rhythmic process of stroking her fingers up and down. It would likely have been warm through the cloth, but here, directly, it would be so warm that the average person would find it uncomfortable. A masochist might like it, though. "Because you've been so naughty, you deserve even more punishment. Hopefully, this will make you think about what you've done." With that, she brought her butt back down like a weapon, this time allowing his face very full contact with it, probably more than the average person would have wanted all at once. She bounced her his up and down a few times, as if riding him in reverse. From here, he could likely, unfortunately, tell that she was wet for the experience just like he was.
"Hopefully you're satisfied with that, because unless you have any more vile deeds of villainy tucked away somewhere- and trust me, I've checked most of the places you have on your person to tuck things away- this is as much as you're going to get. Now, if you had, perhaps one more thing..." she murmured, lowering her butt down so he could have another taste. "Well, you're probably getting sick of the taste of leather now, I imagine. I could release the strap on this pesky thing and smother you properly this time." To demonstrate, she would, at this point, look to release the buckled holding her harness together, allowing the lower strap to fall aside. If she couldn't find that, she'd attempt to use her heated metal hand to cut it herself. Still, she'd keep her lower body elevated so that he couldn't reach it without some way to lean up. "How about it? Anything left? Oh, I hope this little fellow doesn't give up before you do~" she cooed, brushing the point near the tip of aforementioned fellow with her metallic thumb.
She was so distracted that she didn't notice herself flicker to invisibility. Of course, there ought not to be much concern regardless... CommissionMan couldn't see for now and hopefully, he wouldn't see anything ever again. It ought to all be over pretty soon. This event was likely to end with a different sort of climax than most events of its kind. At this point, Marian and Tajana had both prepared themselves for it as well.
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Outside, Daybreak's increasingly warm sphere got comfy, snuggling in on Tera's chest as much as she'd allow. The embrace was an oasis of coziness in a dark, stormy world. Much like Daybreak's hand in the other room, the metal of the creature was now going a little past ordinary warmth and on to the kind of heat that'd take some adjusting to, like an especially steamy shower. Hopefully, it wasn't going to go much hotter than that.
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Thoroughly getting into the spirit of the teasing mistress, Daybreak allowed her new toy only the slightest touch of her treasures, before pulling up from him — she'd feel the press of his lips against the protective leather for a moment, the edges of his eager kiss spreading out to the sides enough to contact soft skin and the spreading dampness that coated it close to the strap, and hear a hungry, pained groan as she pulled away and denied his craning neck.
The rest of his body strained underneath her, pulling against his bondage without actually trying to escape it — being versed in the art herself, Daybreak might even recognise that, to a certain extent, the pulls and strains were the kind that were being made part by instinct, and part for the raw enjoyment of feeling helpless. Underneath her, she felt his head nod in acceptance as she derided his behaviour and suggested punishments, but he went immediately tens and tight as her hand slipped into his sole remaining garment and began to work with what lay within. the rapid movement of his breath on her buttocks stopped as he held still, barely daring to move at all as she began her work. Then a small gasp escaped, and a groan — it has hard to tell what sort of a groan it was, from her current position, but the tool in her hand continued to act as a good measure stick for her victim, and it very much remained hard and throbbing with a meaty weight in her grip. Each eager twitch seemed to come by natural instinct and body function, well outside of the villain's control, but every few seconds it gave a particularly violent pulse, stiffening to an iron hardness in her grip as his efforts to keep still faltered and his hips twitched upwards.
Any further pleas he might have made in that moment were promptly smothered by her sudden punishment-cum-reward. His form flinched, but only from the brief shock — she could immediately feel the slight movements of his face and head, nodding up and down as he attempted to kiss and lick at what was offered, pressing more touches to her behind while still managing brief tastes of her excitement wherever it had escaped the strap to coat her skin. In front of her hands, his hips twitched upwards regularly as he tried to taste her, intermittent gaps and groans escaping, only to be muffled by her hind quarters.
Daybreak would feel, once again, his head lift up to reach as she drew away, then rest back again once she was out of range, and though he was blindfolded still, the motions and sensations involved with her unclasping the strap that covered her delicate areas was easy for him to understand. Again he craned up with his neck, reaching in futile effort with his lips and tongue, yet coming close enough for her to feel short, hot breaths brushing her freed nethers. He strained against his bonds again ow, trying tog et as close as he could, to no avail, and as she taunted him further, a groan of sublime agony managed to escape his gasping mouth.
"I... I've..." There was still some hesitation, though it was hard to tell whether it was reluctance to spill, or searching for a crime to confess. It only took an extra moment or two before he broke, however, and in the manner of many high-powered business execs, spilled the rest of his potentially career-endangering secrets in a fit of dominatrix-guided sexual passion. "I've defrauded and bankrupted other people just because they had cute navis I wanted to fuck! I deficit them with fake debt records and seize all of their operator's assets, just so I can own the girls and do what I want with them!" He gasped for air, then struggled on, seeking to explain just why this was so terrible. "I could get fresh navis commissioned to serve me but it's not the same! Not like taking possession of a real girl who didn't want to be bought! I'm a monster! I am!!" In Daybreak's hand, the thick, pulsing shaft surged to rock solid harness with each exclaimed confession, straining in her grip while its owner gasped and whimpered in between cries.
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Out in the rain, the eyeball, if it could hear, might hear Tera's breath catch, and a sudden movement as she took a step forward. Something topped her — another hand on her arm keeping the girl back from rushing in. It seemed as though this particular confession of his, which they all seemed to be hearing through Uprising in some fashion, had struck a nerve with the girl, and to a similar extent the other body guards as well. there was an air of tension between the invisible figures now, and they seemed more eager than ever to break their cover and kill the man themselves. For now though, they held themselves back, waiting for Daybreak herself to do the job. Uprising herself was silent, neither communicating with her allies, or with Daybreak.
Program Status
EJO Delay: Bed contact
HP/Write Protection Compromise: Drinking Wine
Chip and Signature Lock Out: Blindfold contact
NaviCust Compromise: Cuff Contact
CommissionMan: EJO: Compromised, HP/Write Protection: Compromised, Chips and Signatures: Compromised, NaviCust: Compromised
Daybreak: EJO: Compromised, HP/Write Protection: Probably compromised, but Daybreak herself is the only one who knows this., Chips and Signatures: Normal, NaviCust: Normal
Uprising: EJO: Compromised (It's a tight squeeze, even for her), HP/Write Protection: Normal, Chips and Signatures: Normal, NaviCust: Normal.
The rest of his body strained underneath her, pulling against his bondage without actually trying to escape it — being versed in the art herself, Daybreak might even recognise that, to a certain extent, the pulls and strains were the kind that were being made part by instinct, and part for the raw enjoyment of feeling helpless. Underneath her, she felt his head nod in acceptance as she derided his behaviour and suggested punishments, but he went immediately tens and tight as her hand slipped into his sole remaining garment and began to work with what lay within. the rapid movement of his breath on her buttocks stopped as he held still, barely daring to move at all as she began her work. Then a small gasp escaped, and a groan — it has hard to tell what sort of a groan it was, from her current position, but the tool in her hand continued to act as a good measure stick for her victim, and it very much remained hard and throbbing with a meaty weight in her grip. Each eager twitch seemed to come by natural instinct and body function, well outside of the villain's control, but every few seconds it gave a particularly violent pulse, stiffening to an iron hardness in her grip as his efforts to keep still faltered and his hips twitched upwards.
Any further pleas he might have made in that moment were promptly smothered by her sudden punishment-cum-reward. His form flinched, but only from the brief shock — she could immediately feel the slight movements of his face and head, nodding up and down as he attempted to kiss and lick at what was offered, pressing more touches to her behind while still managing brief tastes of her excitement wherever it had escaped the strap to coat her skin. In front of her hands, his hips twitched upwards regularly as he tried to taste her, intermittent gaps and groans escaping, only to be muffled by her hind quarters.
Daybreak would feel, once again, his head lift up to reach as she drew away, then rest back again once she was out of range, and though he was blindfolded still, the motions and sensations involved with her unclasping the strap that covered her delicate areas was easy for him to understand. Again he craned up with his neck, reaching in futile effort with his lips and tongue, yet coming close enough for her to feel short, hot breaths brushing her freed nethers. He strained against his bonds again ow, trying tog et as close as he could, to no avail, and as she taunted him further, a groan of sublime agony managed to escape his gasping mouth.
"I... I've..." There was still some hesitation, though it was hard to tell whether it was reluctance to spill, or searching for a crime to confess. It only took an extra moment or two before he broke, however, and in the manner of many high-powered business execs, spilled the rest of his potentially career-endangering secrets in a fit of dominatrix-guided sexual passion. "I've defrauded and bankrupted other people just because they had cute navis I wanted to fuck! I deficit them with fake debt records and seize all of their operator's assets, just so I can own the girls and do what I want with them!" He gasped for air, then struggled on, seeking to explain just why this was so terrible. "I could get fresh navis commissioned to serve me but it's not the same! Not like taking possession of a real girl who didn't want to be bought! I'm a monster! I am!!" In Daybreak's hand, the thick, pulsing shaft surged to rock solid harness with each exclaimed confession, straining in her grip while its owner gasped and whimpered in between cries.
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Out in the rain, the eyeball, if it could hear, might hear Tera's breath catch, and a sudden movement as she took a step forward. Something topped her — another hand on her arm keeping the girl back from rushing in. It seemed as though this particular confession of his, which they all seemed to be hearing through Uprising in some fashion, had struck a nerve with the girl, and to a similar extent the other body guards as well. there was an air of tension between the invisible figures now, and they seemed more eager than ever to break their cover and kill the man themselves. For now though, they held themselves back, waiting for Daybreak herself to do the job. Uprising herself was silent, neither communicating with her allies, or with Daybreak.
Program Status
EJO Delay: Bed contact
HP/Write Protection Compromise: Drinking Wine
Chip and Signature Lock Out: Blindfold contact
NaviCust Compromise: Cuff Contact
CommissionMan: EJO: Compromised, HP/Write Protection: Compromised, Chips and Signatures: Compromised, NaviCust: Compromised
Daybreak: EJO: Compromised, HP/Write Protection: Probably compromised, but Daybreak herself is the only one who knows this., Chips and Signatures: Normal, NaviCust: Normal
Uprising: EJO: Compromised (It's a tight squeeze, even for her), HP/Write Protection: Normal, Chips and Signatures: Normal, NaviCust: Normal.
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Daybreak was appreciative that her target for the night was being so forthcoming in his reactions, those bodily and those involved in giving reactions. He was hanging in there impressively as well. She'd be enjoying herself thoroughly, even if this wasn't all part of her sacred duty. Because it was, however, her red eye was glimmering with a frightening light, the gold flecks there seeming to shine as brightly as the sun that ordinarily lurked behind her eyepatch, almost as though that dangerous light was breaking through the rest of her humanity. Uprising's cause for coming here might be vengeance for the navis that CommissionMan had now admitted to having tormented in inhuman ways, but Daybreak's satisfaction now was sick. She felt vindication that the vast conspiracy she'd always known to be true was indeed so and that she was taking her first steps in ridding the world of the vampire threat. This far advanced, nothing would stop her from carrying out the mission. She nodded to Marian on the other side of the PET, her red lips open into a murderous grin, showing rows of unsharpened teeth that might as well be for how devilish the expression was.
On the other side, Marian held a few chips in her hand with a serious frown, turning to Tajana for confirmation that she was making the right choice. "I mean... he's pretty evil," Marian was forced to concede. "It sounds to me like this guy's ruined lives in undeniable ways. He's scum, for sure..." Still, she felt like punishing him ought to be the task of someone other than her unhinged navi, chasing the fantasy of vampire slaying... Marian had never actually imagined that Daybreak or she would get the chance to enact that sort of justice. Now that the moment was here, however... there was no denying that somebody needed to do something about him.
"I'm with you either way," Tajana nodded. "I think... Daybreak might be right this time. Her reasons may be wrong, but... Who knows when this chance will come again and how many more people could be hurt by then if she doesn't act now. I don't think I'd judge her harshly for acting that way, if I was reading her as a character in fiction. In reality, it's a little bit harder to judge... but chances to fight back against something like this in reality don't come often."
Back on the net side, Daybreak was likely to kill CommissionMan either by beating him to death with her ass or suffocation if such a thing were possible, if she didn't get a real weapon soon. She was no longer sparing anything, meaning that she was allowing her "You've been naughty... and busy! The only thing you've done well is holding on for this long! You've kept a lot pent up, haven't you? Well, now that you've let that out... you should let the rest out too," she insisted, tightening her grip a bit more firmly onto his member. "Don't want to soil your britches? I'll help you out with that too~" she chuckled, laughing at him as she attempted to yank down his one remaining garment enough to let him up and out.
Either he'd finish in the next few seconds or she'd break first... only, her breaking wasn't quite in the same sense as him breaking would be. "It's been a lovely night. Such a long, lovely night you creatures live. But eventually... the sun will rise!" she finished, sitting up on his face and moving her sex-slick, metallic hand onto his abdomen with the palm down. The formerly warm hand heated up to blazing hot, sending blinding yellow light out from the crevices, before actual fire spewed out, attempting to fry him, likely hitting the bed along with the blast.
Daybreak
1)
PhoenixShot2Damage: 90 + Wide Attack
Accuracy: A
Description: Fires a wide wave of fire resembling a phoenix that can hit up to three enemies, depending on circumstances.
Duration: Once
Element: Fire
Special: Wide Attack: This attack hits a line of targets perpendicular to the direction the attack is launched in. Unless otherwise specified, a wide attack can hit up to 3 targets, max. Once a target is hit, the attack ends, thus all targets must be hit at roughly the same time.
Trader Rank: C @ CommissionMan
The rest spliced if CommissionMan doesn't die
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Outside, anyone who somehow wasn't focused on the scene on the inside and instead focusing on Daybreak's invisible floating eyeball would begin to question what purpose it could really have in Daybreak's quest for justice against vampires, as it continued snuggling, heedless of events and seemingly contributing nothing to them. If Daybreak really had traded some higher being her eye for this familiar, hopefully she saved the receipt.
On the other side, Marian held a few chips in her hand with a serious frown, turning to Tajana for confirmation that she was making the right choice. "I mean... he's pretty evil," Marian was forced to concede. "It sounds to me like this guy's ruined lives in undeniable ways. He's scum, for sure..." Still, she felt like punishing him ought to be the task of someone other than her unhinged navi, chasing the fantasy of vampire slaying... Marian had never actually imagined that Daybreak or she would get the chance to enact that sort of justice. Now that the moment was here, however... there was no denying that somebody needed to do something about him.
"I'm with you either way," Tajana nodded. "I think... Daybreak might be right this time. Her reasons may be wrong, but... Who knows when this chance will come again and how many more people could be hurt by then if she doesn't act now. I don't think I'd judge her harshly for acting that way, if I was reading her as a character in fiction. In reality, it's a little bit harder to judge... but chances to fight back against something like this in reality don't come often."
Back on the net side, Daybreak was likely to kill CommissionMan either by beating him to death with her ass or suffocation if such a thing were possible, if she didn't get a real weapon soon. She was no longer sparing anything, meaning that she was allowing her "You've been naughty... and busy! The only thing you've done well is holding on for this long! You've kept a lot pent up, haven't you? Well, now that you've let that out... you should let the rest out too," she insisted, tightening her grip a bit more firmly onto his member. "Don't want to soil your britches? I'll help you out with that too~" she chuckled, laughing at him as she attempted to yank down his one remaining garment enough to let him up and out.
Either he'd finish in the next few seconds or she'd break first... only, her breaking wasn't quite in the same sense as him breaking would be. "It's been a lovely night. Such a long, lovely night you creatures live. But eventually... the sun will rise!" she finished, sitting up on his face and moving her sex-slick, metallic hand onto his abdomen with the palm down. The formerly warm hand heated up to blazing hot, sending blinding yellow light out from the crevices, before actual fire spewed out, attempting to fry him, likely hitting the bed along with the blast.
Daybreak
1)
PhoenixShot2Damage: 90 + Wide AttackAccuracy: A
Description: Fires a wide wave of fire resembling a phoenix that can hit up to three enemies, depending on circumstances.
Duration: Once
Element: Fire
Special: Wide Attack: This attack hits a line of targets perpendicular to the direction the attack is launched in. Unless otherwise specified, a wide attack can hit up to 3 targets, max. Once a target is hit, the attack ends, thus all targets must be hit at roughly the same time.
Trader Rank: C @ CommissionMan
The rest spliced if CommissionMan doesn't die
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Outside, anyone who somehow wasn't focused on the scene on the inside and instead focusing on Daybreak's invisible floating eyeball would begin to question what purpose it could really have in Daybreak's quest for justice against vampires, as it continued snuggling, heedless of events and seemingly contributing nothing to them. If Daybreak really had traded some higher being her eye for this familiar, hopefully she saved the receipt.
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With all of the final confessions on the table... or bed as the case may be... Daybreak no longer had any reason to hold herself back and began to give her host what he was aching for, in more ways than one. While her operators debated sending her the chip that would finish the night with a blaze, the vampire huntress was hungrily giving herself up to her quarry's tongue, while continuing to apply her hand to his increasingly rigid extension.
Things came to a culmination more or less at the same time; The partially suffocated efforts of her target's tongue lashing at her most sensitive areas was likely enough to drive the already over-excited Daybreak past her limit, roughly at the same time that her own ministrations led the man to groan loudly into her and twitch, tense and jerking as he peaked. Fluids coated the back of her hand but quickly dissolved away after settling. The excesses of their activity made the sheets crease and the bed give ominous creaks, despite its sturdy construction, and if Daybrek was paying close attention (she really probably wasn't), she might hear a tightly muffled grunt of discomfort from a source already squeezed tight under the low-slung base of the bed.
More importantly, her operators reached their own conclusion, and sent their questionably motivated navi the tools she needed to really turn up the heat. the sudden heat made CommisionMan twitch like he had been scalded and his hands tried to jump and clench, but a moment later the true force of divine fire roared through him and over the sides of the bed, making the body beneath her convulse and thrash violently for a couple of seconds, before falling still. For what it was, it was all over in a surprisingly brief moment; the flames died away as swiftly as they ever did with such a battle chip, and Daybreak was left straddled over a still form. About a half a second later, a beam of light burst down from the ceiling of the bedroom, as though to collect a critically damaged navi to safety, but it splashed against the body and scattered, finding no valid program signature to reclaim. In the sudden stillness and darkness, the shape beneath her began to rapidly degrade into broken data, crumbling beneath her body unevenly until she was left kneeling on the bed alone.
The message from Uprising came through a moment later; even though they were alone, the rebel didn't seem tow ant to talk to her aloud in the bedroom. This left Daybreak herself with options of her own choosing, since she was effectively alone in the room, unless she wanted to reach down and try to drag Uprising from her hiding spot prematurely. She was probably waiting until Daybreak herself had left the room neatly before revealing herself. Elsewise, she was free to revel as she wished in the successful elimination of a dark and terrible vampire lord... while her operators had to consider the fact that they had, however justified, let their navi participate in and perpetrate what was, in all basic terms, assassination and murder.
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Outside, waiting for Daybreak to make her triumphant appearance in the rain, the floating familiar snuggled closer and warmer to Tera's hidden bosom, and after a few moment, felt the girl shift back slightly, her hands resting on its round form.
"I'm beginning to think that you're just a great big perv..." her whispered voice muttered. She had stopped it snuggling hard against her breasts, though hadn't actually pushed it away completely. she didn't seem to mind it simply being in contact with her chest, but the obvious snuggling had apparently been a bit too much at this point.
Things came to a culmination more or less at the same time; The partially suffocated efforts of her target's tongue lashing at her most sensitive areas was likely enough to drive the already over-excited Daybreak past her limit, roughly at the same time that her own ministrations led the man to groan loudly into her and twitch, tense and jerking as he peaked. Fluids coated the back of her hand but quickly dissolved away after settling. The excesses of their activity made the sheets crease and the bed give ominous creaks, despite its sturdy construction, and if Daybrek was paying close attention (she really probably wasn't), she might hear a tightly muffled grunt of discomfort from a source already squeezed tight under the low-slung base of the bed.
More importantly, her operators reached their own conclusion, and sent their questionably motivated navi the tools she needed to really turn up the heat. the sudden heat made CommisionMan twitch like he had been scalded and his hands tried to jump and clench, but a moment later the true force of divine fire roared through him and over the sides of the bed, making the body beneath her convulse and thrash violently for a couple of seconds, before falling still. For what it was, it was all over in a surprisingly brief moment; the flames died away as swiftly as they ever did with such a battle chip, and Daybreak was left straddled over a still form. About a half a second later, a beam of light burst down from the ceiling of the bedroom, as though to collect a critically damaged navi to safety, but it splashed against the body and scattered, finding no valid program signature to reclaim. In the sudden stillness and darkness, the shape beneath her began to rapidly degrade into broken data, crumbling beneath her body unevenly until she was left kneeling on the bed alone.
Quote (Uprising)
Ok! Good work, Daybreak. Well done. I'm glad it worked out, and I'm sorry you had to go as far as you did to see it done, but this is what needed to happen. When you're ready, just head out onto the deck, where my allies are waiting, and I'll meet your there in a few moments.
The message from Uprising came through a moment later; even though they were alone, the rebel didn't seem tow ant to talk to her aloud in the bedroom. This left Daybreak herself with options of her own choosing, since she was effectively alone in the room, unless she wanted to reach down and try to drag Uprising from her hiding spot prematurely. She was probably waiting until Daybreak herself had left the room neatly before revealing herself. Elsewise, she was free to revel as she wished in the successful elimination of a dark and terrible vampire lord... while her operators had to consider the fact that they had, however justified, let their navi participate in and perpetrate what was, in all basic terms, assassination and murder.
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Outside, waiting for Daybreak to make her triumphant appearance in the rain, the floating familiar snuggled closer and warmer to Tera's hidden bosom, and after a few moment, felt the girl shift back slightly, her hands resting on its round form.
"I'm beginning to think that you're just a great big perv..." her whispered voice muttered. She had stopped it snuggling hard against her breasts, though hadn't actually pushed it away completely. she didn't seem to mind it simply being in contact with her chest, but the obvious snuggling had apparently been a bit too much at this point.
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Daybreak's allies might be pleased to see the villain in this story getting his comeuppance, but none of them were pleased in quite the same way that she was, as she let out something between a moan and a laughing howl, excitedly grinding her lower regions into the eager tongue of her captive. Eerily, that reaction didn't really fade, even as she blasted the man and bed beneath her to smithereens with the power of her arm. "Ha ha ha ha ha! All of your money and all your influence, and now you're just the first of many names off of my list!" she cackled, staring up at the ceiling with her arms splayed and her head back. "It feels good to hunt!" Of course, all of her hunts wouldn't likely be quite this way, but in her mind, she was already entertaining the possibility that maybe they would be. "Maybe my sexuality was a hidden weapon from God all along!" she theorized, still laughing, though a bit more subdued now. She grabbed onto the little bit of the bed that was not reduced to smoldering ash and wiped her the junk coating her hand, a macabre mix of a navi's bodily fluids and the data and ash he'd been reduced to, out onto the post.
She noted, with some surprise, that Uprising was still speaking to her via message instead of in person. The huntress responded in kind, though she felt like certainly she must be pretty clear out of the woods by now.
Having had her fun and not being a fan of the cold, Daybreak fixed back her straps and gathered up her coat, shrugging it back on quickly and holding it closed as she stepped out onto the deck, where she'd been directed. It would be nice to look out over the city again... "Of course, at this point, that fiend's thralls and his creeping servants are likely wandering out in the darkness. They can't have sensed his fate, not yet. It would be wise not to take chances, still," she spoke to herself, her eyes darting back and forth for any potential ambushes as she went out to join the others.
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Tajana hadn't stopped writing; if she couldn't get writing inspiration after watching something like that, she probably never would, it could be said. Maria, on the other hand, was gripping the table and having a hard time sharing the positive emotion of the others. She'd just resolved that 'Commeseur' was evil and deserved to be destroyed, but now that it was over with, she was equally convinced that Daybreak ought not be the instrument used to punish any such person. Her navi had clearly taken her fantasy to dangerous extremes and enabling it like she'd just done had to be unhealthy for her and harmful for others. "This can't be right... I should have never started operating her again!" Maria thought to herself, moving one hand from clutching the table to grabbing at her hair.
Her wife tapped her pen on the table a few times, her pale blue eyes smiling reassurance. "I know you're upset, but we did the right thing. Our means were... grotesque, but the end result will be a good one. if Daybreak hadn't worked along with Uprising, his reign of terror would have continued unchecked. That would mean more lives ruined and possibly even lives lost. It was a hard decision to make, I know... but in this case, it was the right one," Tajana suggested in her quiet voice.
"It just feels all wrong... and I don't mean just from a moral perspective. Think about that girl's level of preparation... Why did she even need Daybreak for this? There's something we haven't been told, i just know it," she murmured, biting at one of her nails. "If this was one of your stories, do you really think it would end that way?"
"Hm hm hm... Real life doesn't always imitate my stories, thank goodness," the other woman chuckled, turning her eyes back down to her small, black notebook as she continued jotting down her ideas.
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If the eyeball was alarmed it had been labeled a perv or upset that it had lost its primo snuggling position, it didn't show it (for that matter, it wasn't particularly adept at showing any emotions, given that its expressiveness was limited to the movements of a floating sphere and the blinking or half-shutting of an eye. It seemed content enough to take a new position on Tera's arm, rolling up and down from shoulder to elbow. Its warm, smooth surface made it a a pleasant massage for her, so it was probably preferable to the eye acting like it wanted to burrow into her core from the front. If it was eagerly waiting to be reunited with its actual master, it wasn't really showing that either.
She noted, with some surprise, that Uprising was still speaking to her via message instead of in person. The huntress responded in kind, though she felt like certainly she must be pretty clear out of the woods by now.
Quote (Daybreak)
Agreed, this is the final fate of all vampires and their ilk, or any who would do evil in their service. This will serve as a declaration of intent to all of those miserable creatures, looking down upon humanity from their golden towers.
Having had her fun and not being a fan of the cold, Daybreak fixed back her straps and gathered up her coat, shrugging it back on quickly and holding it closed as she stepped out onto the deck, where she'd been directed. It would be nice to look out over the city again... "Of course, at this point, that fiend's thralls and his creeping servants are likely wandering out in the darkness. They can't have sensed his fate, not yet. It would be wise not to take chances, still," she spoke to herself, her eyes darting back and forth for any potential ambushes as she went out to join the others.
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Tajana hadn't stopped writing; if she couldn't get writing inspiration after watching something like that, she probably never would, it could be said. Maria, on the other hand, was gripping the table and having a hard time sharing the positive emotion of the others. She'd just resolved that 'Commeseur' was evil and deserved to be destroyed, but now that it was over with, she was equally convinced that Daybreak ought not be the instrument used to punish any such person. Her navi had clearly taken her fantasy to dangerous extremes and enabling it like she'd just done had to be unhealthy for her and harmful for others. "This can't be right... I should have never started operating her again!" Maria thought to herself, moving one hand from clutching the table to grabbing at her hair.
Her wife tapped her pen on the table a few times, her pale blue eyes smiling reassurance. "I know you're upset, but we did the right thing. Our means were... grotesque, but the end result will be a good one. if Daybreak hadn't worked along with Uprising, his reign of terror would have continued unchecked. That would mean more lives ruined and possibly even lives lost. It was a hard decision to make, I know... but in this case, it was the right one," Tajana suggested in her quiet voice.
"It just feels all wrong... and I don't mean just from a moral perspective. Think about that girl's level of preparation... Why did she even need Daybreak for this? There's something we haven't been told, i just know it," she murmured, biting at one of her nails. "If this was one of your stories, do you really think it would end that way?"
"Hm hm hm... Real life doesn't always imitate my stories, thank goodness," the other woman chuckled, turning her eyes back down to her small, black notebook as she continued jotting down her ideas.
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If the eyeball was alarmed it had been labeled a perv or upset that it had lost its primo snuggling position, it didn't show it (for that matter, it wasn't particularly adept at showing any emotions, given that its expressiveness was limited to the movements of a floating sphere and the blinking or half-shutting of an eye. It seemed content enough to take a new position on Tera's arm, rolling up and down from shoulder to elbow. Its warm, smooth surface made it a a pleasant massage for her, so it was probably preferable to the eye acting like it wanted to burrow into her core from the front. If it was eagerly waiting to be reunited with its actual master, it wasn't really showing that either.
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Unseen beneath the bed, Daybreak's moans of carnal fulfilment brought a distasteful wrinkly to her companion's nose and, had she the freedom of movement, the rebel would probably have put a palm to her face while she waited it out. Aside from the brief messages back and forth, however, she didn't move or make any sounds until Daybreak herself had collected her things, dressed up again and slipped outside.
The rain was still falling, but it was a bit lighter now, more like mist than proper rain, when she emerged onto the external deck. the first thing that she would see, however, was her own familiar suddenly fading back into sight a short way across the deck, and apparently being shunted forward towards her by an unseen hand. It was a few moments more before the door behind cracked open then closed again, and Uprising became visible again beside her, followed by the rest of her supports, still standing guard stoicly in the night. Daybreak would be able to see that Tera had indeed changed back to her original outfit now, and it might make her rather eccentric mind ponder the girl being so discomfited by her previous disguise that she'd strip off on a hostile balcony in the middle of a rain storm just to get back into her preferred clothes.
The smaller woman turned, and though her expression was still serious, there was a certain amount of bright exultation in her eyes, peeking through. She reached out to rest a hand on Daybreak's shoulder.
"It was good work that you did this night, Daybreak. Many will be released from the clutches of tyranny and oppression as a result of your actions, and those who feared to strike out against the darkness on their own might now find the strength to do so, without the fear of this terrible threat standing above them and holding their chains." She nodded her head towards her allies and they approached as well, each offering small congratulations of companionable shoulder and back claps. As they did, Uprising herself strode out to the edge of the balcony, looking down.
"You're right that no-one will yet know what we've accomplished, but they will soon. We'll make our own way from here, silent and unseen, and begin to spread the word through this part of the city that their chief oppressor has been dethroned and his crown rent asunder. Your good work is finished for today, Daybreak, at least as far as this source of evil was concerned. If you wish recompense for your time, I can offer it now, but it may be better if you jack out now and let the GNA know that your mission is complete; they've been authorised to reward you on my behalf. Either way, I'll be sure to let the people here know the name of their saviour."
She glanced back once, to see what Daybreak wished to do, but seemed content o wait where she was, surveying the city, until their business was done.
The rain was still falling, but it was a bit lighter now, more like mist than proper rain, when she emerged onto the external deck. the first thing that she would see, however, was her own familiar suddenly fading back into sight a short way across the deck, and apparently being shunted forward towards her by an unseen hand. It was a few moments more before the door behind cracked open then closed again, and Uprising became visible again beside her, followed by the rest of her supports, still standing guard stoicly in the night. Daybreak would be able to see that Tera had indeed changed back to her original outfit now, and it might make her rather eccentric mind ponder the girl being so discomfited by her previous disguise that she'd strip off on a hostile balcony in the middle of a rain storm just to get back into her preferred clothes.
The smaller woman turned, and though her expression was still serious, there was a certain amount of bright exultation in her eyes, peeking through. She reached out to rest a hand on Daybreak's shoulder.
"It was good work that you did this night, Daybreak. Many will be released from the clutches of tyranny and oppression as a result of your actions, and those who feared to strike out against the darkness on their own might now find the strength to do so, without the fear of this terrible threat standing above them and holding their chains." She nodded her head towards her allies and they approached as well, each offering small congratulations of companionable shoulder and back claps. As they did, Uprising herself strode out to the edge of the balcony, looking down.
"You're right that no-one will yet know what we've accomplished, but they will soon. We'll make our own way from here, silent and unseen, and begin to spread the word through this part of the city that their chief oppressor has been dethroned and his crown rent asunder. Your good work is finished for today, Daybreak, at least as far as this source of evil was concerned. If you wish recompense for your time, I can offer it now, but it may be better if you jack out now and let the GNA know that your mission is complete; they've been authorised to reward you on my behalf. Either way, I'll be sure to let the people here know the name of their saviour."
She glanced back once, to see what Daybreak wished to do, but seemed content o wait where she was, surveying the city, until their business was done.
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Uprising's words might come off as a little overly comic-book for the average Joe, but to Daybreak, they were exactly the kind of affirmation she was looking for. The huntress smiled down to her smaller (but more powerful companion) with a look that was just smug enough to be annoying. "Empowering the people is an important part of my work, after all. I may be the one fated to sever the hold of vampires over all humanity, but if humanity does not also work to shrug off that yoke, it will all be for naught," she agreed, nodding seriously. "You've all done fine work today. A reminder that even in these dark times, a vampire hunter has allies. If another oppressor should arise to corrupt this city with the taint of vampires, then I assure you, his days will not be so long waiting as Commeseur's. Now that I've returned, all vampires' 'immortality' shall prove less than advertised."
The familiar had returned, reluctantly, to Daybreak's side, and she rested her metallic hand upon its surface. "Well, also a good reminder that I can still carry out my missions, even deprived of God's tools. Still, it feels good to have you back with me, my familiar," she chuckled. The eye watched Tera almost wistfully, not seeming to return its master's sentiments. "Now, I must away. I'll inform the GNA of my success... No doubt, it will serve to send shockwaves through the demons hiding among their ranks, hm hm hm... But they could all do with a little fear," Daybreak smirked, then waved her arm towards the others, causing her coat to flap about in the wind immodestly, revealing her mostly bare body. "Fare thee well!" she finished, then jacked off the net in a beam of light that was probably more attention grabbing than any of them cared for. The floating eye disappeared along with her.
((Jacking out))
The familiar had returned, reluctantly, to Daybreak's side, and she rested her metallic hand upon its surface. "Well, also a good reminder that I can still carry out my missions, even deprived of God's tools. Still, it feels good to have you back with me, my familiar," she chuckled. The eye watched Tera almost wistfully, not seeming to return its master's sentiments. "Now, I must away. I'll inform the GNA of my success... No doubt, it will serve to send shockwaves through the demons hiding among their ranks, hm hm hm... But they could all do with a little fear," Daybreak smirked, then waved her arm towards the others, causing her coat to flap about in the wind immodestly, revealing her mostly bare body. "Fare thee well!" she finished, then jacked off the net in a beam of light that was probably more attention grabbing than any of them cared for. The floating eye disappeared along with her.
((Jacking out))