Chapter 3 - Step into my parlor...

If anyone saw the deleted comment about the mutants besides Phantom Lady being able to turn humans into more of their kind, scratch that. I chekced on the wiki. The scene that made me think that involved two mutants joining a man who'd fallen under Widow's control. I had thought they were the man's two partners who had been with him when he was taken over, transformed, but according to the wiki they were actually Widow's subordinates whose mutant forms I hadn't seen. So, apparently they can mind control humans by having sex with them. It had slipped my mind that The Dean did the same to Seiryu. Ah well, the mind control ability can and will be put to the same purpose I had in mind.

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Widow reclined on her bed, laying bare as she rest her head on the back of her hand as her eyes wandered the various small screens on the wall before her, their pale light bathing her form. The images were the only thing illuminating the room besides the stars and night lights of the city outside the window that made up a wall to her side.  She couldn't help but let out a sigh. Her minions had been scouring the city in search of their remaining enemies for days now, but there had been no sign of the Ayame Fudou. While Angel Ender had continued to protect the city, the encounters had been fairly typical: she'd show up, take down whatever mutant was treatening the women of the city and then vanish. Phantom Lady clearly hadn't been the police woman was crafty.

So, it was back to the problem they'd had with Angel Blade. No, it was worse. They had ultimately managed to track down her location, they just looked at the wrong people. They didn't have the slightest clue of Angel Ender's identity. They would probably learn who she was eventually once Karin broke Moena, but that could still be a ways off. Besides, while she was sure to be rewarded either way, it would certainly be greater if she found her target herself.

Turning her head to gaze out at the starry sky, she absently wondered what Phantom Lady planned to do with Angel Ender once they caught her. They already had the finished model, the prototype would be superfolous. Perhaps she would keep her for herself, after having bequethed Angel Blade to her daughter? And what of the other woman? She was certainly more valuable than their usual prey: the average geoblood was no real threat to her. Would she be allowed to keep her? She had a few playthings of her own, but they were pet geobloods. Unlike many of her felow mutants, she had no preference for either gender and kept two males with her to serve her and satisfy her whims. It would certainly be amusing to add another toy to her small collection...

All of which was moot if she couldn't actually find them. Using Karin's strategy wasn't an option. It relied a lot on luck, something Karin had acknowledged but had thought worth it. Though it paid off it had taken a long time before the moth had been drawn to the right flame, and it would be longer now as there was only one target and a few of her fellows had been recalled to the castle now that the operation was over and Angel Blade was in their clutches. Her mission was to find them before they tried to save Moena, relying on a plan that required waiting for Angel Ender to randomly stumble into it would be foolish with this in mind. Hell, she'd probably be punished for it...

She'd also considered capturing Seiryu and using her as bait, but quickly dismissed the idea. From what she understood, while she might be useful for luring Angel Blade out, Seiryu had no connection to Angel Ender or Ayame. She might prove entertaining, but at the moment she had her orders. Kyoka could be useful, not to mention that she was the source of the Angel System, but clearly they'd anticipated that move as they found no trace of her either.

Ayame's family wasn't an option: they were as good at hiding as she was and currently couldn't be found. Her partner Emily was also off the radar and according to her intel, Ayame was well liked but not particularly close to many others in her district. There was also the police to consider. Moena's friends were almost certainly looking for support after the near fiasco that their rescue of Kyoka was, considering they hadn't made a move already. The police were really their only viable option for outside help. Her plants hadn't reported anything suspicious, but then they could certainly be discreet when they needed.

She raised her hand and placed one of her long red nails on her purple lips as they pursed in thought.

'Now that I think about it... that's one threat I could nip in the bud fairly easily... and it might even help to draw in these clever little butterflies I've been chasing...'

Yes, that could work. Ayame would definitely coe out of hiding if a trusted face asked her to... and the look on her face when she realizes she's been betrayed and was caught in her web would be delicious on its own, a fine appetizer before her meal. It would also benefit them greatly in the long run. Now, she just needed to isolate her new target...

She sat up in her bed and reached over to the nightstand beside her bed for her communicator. She had plans to make. If all went well, there might be an opportunity here...

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Across the city, Shaiya stood upon a rooftop in the form of Angel Ender, her long blonde hair blowing out in the cool night breeze. She looked down on the city streets as she tried to clear her mind.

It seemed today to be one of the few quiet nights she'd had since she had donned the mantle of Angel Ender and joined the fight so long ago. Her senses weren't warning her of any danger, and it was refreshing. Especially so now, as the mutants had been growing more aggressive, and they'd almost certainly increase their attacks further now they'd captured the city's greatest defender. It was nice to get a break even for a night. While she was more prepared than Moena, who'd been swept into the situation without knowledge or consent, that didn't mean she didn't look forward to when she could put the mask away for good.

She has so far managed to stay calm, to keep up appearances in her every day life, but every passing day left her feeling more anxious to do something to help her younger partner. It wasn't in her nature to wait, especially when someone else was in danger, but the risks were too high and the consequences too great for her to attack without planning or preperation this time. Still, all to often her thoughts wandered to what could be happening to her. She cursed that Moena had been involved in this without her consent.

All she could do was try to continue to try to protect the city while searching for the one person who might have the information they needed to save her friend and be willing to share it.  Finding one woman with so little information in a city this large would be like finding a needle in a haystack. She absently noted that the mutants had been in a similar position while looking for them. That said, she knew Nailkaiser's information may prove essential to rescuing Moena so she kept looking. Every night she went out as the scantily clad heroine she would search the streets, looking for any dark skinned, white haired women. She knew it wasn't likely, but there wasn't much else she could do while waiting on Ayame.

Kyoka was still unconscious, but she was expected to awaken any day now. Shaiya didn't look forward to breaking the news to her and with the old man out of commision and his equipment destroyed, they could forget about any back up from other Angels Units in the near future. All in all, the situation was looking quite bleak, but she refused to give in and let their enemies do whatever they wanted.

When she finally returned to her home after the uneventful night, shifting back into her normal self out of sight and walking home, she frowned when she saw the red light on her phone blinking, telling her she had a message. At this time of night, there weren't many people who could have called. With a brief flare of anticipation, she checked the caller ID and found a number she recognized as the burner phone Ayame had picked up. She took a deep breath, suppressing her anticipation and pressed the button.

"You have one message." The electronic voice informed her, followed by a beep. "Shaiya, I've got an update. Call back when you can."

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Ayame's tired eyes roamed the papers before her, the various sheets displaying what they knew and what her friends had been able to gather before she leaned back and sighed, rubbing her tired eyes with her thumb and index fingers. Her current residence was a hotel room with a single bed, a small refridgerator and a microwave along with the desk she sat at. Red carpet covered the floor giving way to white tile at the kitchen area, adjacent to the door and the bathroom. It wasn't much, but it was all she needed. She was after all trained as a ninja, she could make do with a lot less.

She was broken from her thoughts when the burner cell sitting at the corner of her desk rang. She reached over and picked up the phone. "Yes?" She already guessed who it was, after all there were only two people who should know her number.

"It's me." She recognized Shaiya's voice on the other side of the connection. "What's happened?"

Ayame sighed, leaning back. The news she had for her was less than exemplary, but things were getting done at least. They couldn't afford to wait much longer, nor did either of them want to. "I think we're going to have to give up on Nailkaiser. There's still been no sign of her, and there aren't many women out there with dark skin and white hair."

She heard Shaiya make a somewhat frustrated sound. "Well, we knew that was a long shot to begin with." Which was a shame, flying in blind was asking for trouble, especially now that they had an idea of how powerful their adversaries were. The castle was so massive that even if Moena was there they could wander its halls for hours without finding her. "What's the good news?"

She smiled then, this was the best she could hope for. "The chief and I are planning to bring in as many people as we think we can trust on this to help attack Dark Mother's castle. He can pull some strings and get us some pretty good weapons and vehicles too."

"That's... Ayame, I know you mean well, and they could certainly deal with the lesser mutants, but..." Shaiya didn't sound as pleased.at the news.

"I know." Ayame interrupted grimly, her brow furrowing. "But what else can we do? Provided Moena is even in that castle, none of them are going to lead us right to her this time. Worst case scenario, someone's going to have to search every floor and hallway until we find the dungeons or whever they're holding her."

Shaiya began to realize what the ninja was getting at. "I'm aware... With that in mind, our best bet is to sneak in."

"Which is something I'm trained in, and considering how long you've been hiding from them you're probably no slouch when it comes to stealth either. Of course, considering how little we know, we have to prepare for the possibility that we'll be found out." Ayame said, closing her eyes. She didn't like this, but it was the situation they found themselves in. For the best chance of victory... "If they manage to surround us or we run into their leader, it's all over for us."

"So then you're planning to use them as a distraction." It didn't sound like the heroine approved. She didn't like the idea either, but it was their best shot.

"There are a lot of good officers out there who will be willing to help, even with the risks if they know what we're fighting for. But that's just the worst case scenario. We'll only resort to that if we're caught. If we're lucky, we'll be able to find a way to sneak in and locate Moena before they know we're there. We might still need a distraction, depending on the condition she's in, but in the best case we can escape quietly escape with her or call them in for an extraction. He's managed to get us access to a small stealth craft. Hopefully that can get us there without being spotted. The other officers are the back up plan." Ayame explained the full scope of her plans calmly. She knew from experience that while the male mutants that made up the bulk of Dark Mother may have been stronger and faster than their human cousins, barring those with exoskeletons they were just as vulnerable to conventional weapons.

There was silence from the other side of the line. Ayame waited to hear Shaiya's thoughts on her idea. A long moment passed before she finally replied with, "What's the chief know exactly?"

"Not much. Just that I've had a major break in the mutants case and that they're onto something big. He knows that they'll be a lot more dangerous if we don't do something soon."

"He must really trust you if he didn't ask for any more information." Shaiya observed.

Ayame shrugged, leaning back and smiling fondly. "I've known him a long time, and his daughter's been my partner since we joined the force. I did have to cash in a lot of favors, but he accepted that I couldn't tell him. I did have to promise to share what I could, but this is your fight. I'll let you decide what to tell him when this is over."

"Sure, leave me holding the bag." Shaiya replied, though there was a hint of humor in her voice.

Ayame allowed herself to smirk. "It's the least you can do with all I've done on my end. This is the best chance we've got."

"It's a good thing that castle is so close to the city..." Shaiya commented. "Even I don't know how far their influence spreads down there. There may not be anywhere to hide an attack force closer to it without them knowing..." There was a pause before She inquired, "I take it your people haven't seen any sign of that red haired mutant that fought me either?" If they could find and interrogate her, that could give them the information they needed.

"I'm afraid not." It was too bad. Interrogating her could get them a lot of answers, provided that they could actually take her alive.

She heard a sigh from the other side of the phone. "Didn't think so. So, when will everything be ready?"

"Not long. Three days and it should all be ready."

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While their plans didn't broker very high odds, the heroine and the ninja had worked hard to gather all the resources and help that they could in their situation. With the little information they had to go on and the capabilities of their foes,  there really wasn't much else they could do. Unfortunately as they say; the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Two nights later Widow, clad in a purple vest emblazoned with a golden spider emblem on her back and matching extremely short shorts and a black cap on her head, stood at a corner staring at a bar across the street. Her purple lips curved into a smirk as she contemplated the fact that her current prey was inside. While it wasn't one of her designated targets, she was anticpating a yet another notce in the recent series of victories for her kind. Really, she couldn't believe they hadn't considered this sooner. Well, thinking on it, she supposed they had. They had already deeply infiltrated the police force...

... They just hadn't bothered going after the head, until now.

On the other side of the street laid a rare english pub called The Golden Fleece, and sitting on a stool at its bar was the chief of police: Hiroki, talking and laughing with two of his subordinates who sat on either side of him. He was a fairly tall man in his mid forties, wearing the blue coat of his office over a black vest and a red tie with slicked back brown hair. Before him was a plate of fish and chips along with a cup of gin and tonic. Once upon a time he wouldn't have given a place like this the time of day, but thanks to his late wife he had developed a liking for the foreign dishes, but that had changed over the years he had spent with his late wife. Now, the somewhat greasy food and the strong drink tended to remind him of her.

Of course, there was another reason he looked forward to coming here. The alcohol helped get his mind off of what had happened to his daughter when he wasn't either checking in on her or at work. He was happy that she had nearly recovered from her ordeal, and that she had thankfully not gotten pregnant. At least, she had mostly recovered physically. He noticed she wasn't sleeping well, but he'd seen much worse in others.

And he'd been the one who put her on this case. Granted they'd both wanted to help the other women and he was proud to say they were among his best between Ayame's upbringing and his daughter's efforts to follow his example, but how stupid had he been to actually give them the case? Sending two young women, one his own daughter no less, to pursue a case of monsters whose sole objective seemed to be to rape women? His wife would have slapped him over the head and cussed him out had she still been alive for sending Emily into the proverbial lion's den.

He wasn't going to try to escape his self depreciation at the bottom of a bottle, but the soothing alcohol did help numb the pain as long as he didn't drink too much. He had come too far to throw it all away like that, and there was still more to be done. It also helped take his nerves off of what could potentially happen in a few days. He very much looked forward to Ayame's explanation on teh full scope of the situation, but what he knew was enough. She'd managed to discover where the mutants were coming from and they'd managed to acquire something vital; something that could doom any future attempts to resist them and she needed help retrieving them. Unfortunately, as he knew from her ill fated investigation and the stake out at their hotel room, they were on to her and she needed to lie low.

Being here with friends and a strong drink kept him from thinking too hard about tomorrow and their recent troubles. It was nice to pretend, if only for a little while.

"So- so then...!" The man at his side managed to speak through racous chortles. "The idiot tries to jump into his car and caught his foot on the side! Landed face first in the passenger seat!" That got laughs out of both of his compatriots."Easiest collar I've ever made!"

Shaking his head, the other officer, a younger man in his early twenties, held a bottle in front of Hiroki and said, "You've barely drunk anything tonight. Come on, take a load off."

"Hey." Hiroki cut in, pushing the bottle back to the greener officer and glaring at his subordinate sternly but with a hint of amusement. "Lay off him, kid. You're an officer, you should know one of us has to drive."

"Not my problem, I'm walking home." The other man replied, smirking at his two seniors.

"Yeah, well we're not lucky enough to have a place like this in walking distance of our houses." Hiroki countered and the younger man relented, holding his hands up in submission.

The sound of the door opening got Hiroki's attention and he turned ot see a scantily clad redhead walk into the bar, her hat pulled down so that her face was obscured by shadows. She walked through the mostly empty pub, seeming to pay no attention to the officers nor the other patrons as she found herself a seat that was as out of sight as possible. He had returned his focus to his food and his friends shortly after she had entered the doorway. While he could hold his liquor and was far from being truly drunk, the alcohol nevertheless served to dull any warning signs the woman's appearance might have thrown up.

In the corner booth, Widow smirked as she watched her prey for the night talk to his fellows out of the corner of her eye. The poor, or perhaps lucky depending on your view of the situation, sod had no idea what awaited him. For now though, she just watched to see how the night would unfold, patiently waiting as a waitress came to her and took her order. She was a little hungry, so she ordered a meal and coffee for herself while she waited.

Time passed as Hiroki and his friends continued to joke and share stories with each other and the bartender as they nursed their food and drink. Widow finished her own meal and began sipped at a glass of wine. Eventually, the cheif of the police stood and turned to his compatriots. "Alright guys. It's been fun, but I really need to get home."

"Yeah, it's getting late. Could need our beauty sleep for tomorrow, not that that would help all of us." His fellow stood up and chuckled.

The younger officer just shrugged. "Ah, I'm going to stick around for a while."

"Suit yourself, just don't let a hangover drag you down." Hiroki said, the younger officer raised his glass in acknowedgement as he walked off, followed by the other senior officer.

As she watched Hiroki and the other officer walk out the door, Widow's lips once more stretched into a smirk.

The pair of senior officers made their way to the police car waiting in the parking lot, continuing their discussion and laughing. When they reached their destination the driver clicked a button, causing the  in first while the chief opened the door and climbed into the passenger side. They had been friends for a long while, and both were well known by the other's family. Hiroki had joined the force only a few years earlier than his compatriot. They had spent years putting their lives on the line together, fighting criminals for the good of the people of the city. The man sitting beside him was easily one of the last people Hiroki would suspect to betray him let alone go dirty.

Which is why he was totally blindsided when a wet cloth covered his mouth, another gripping his shoulder tightly as his head was pushed back into the seat cushion. His cries were muffled by the rag as he gripped the arms and struggled, fighting off the influece of the alcohol in his system only to be overtaken by the chemicals in the rag. They quickly did their work and soon, he grew weaker as the world became increasingly blurred before finally, everything went black.

His attacker grinned as he looked at his unconscious friend, knowing he'd served his mistresses well. Yes, he was a good man, but all the moral strength.in the world couldn't combat the mutant's unnatural abilities. While the more feral members of their race, those incapable of taking human form or speech, lacked the ability their superiors could easily entrall their victims. Against ordinary humans, those without special training or powers like the Angel System, all it took was for them to bring a human to climax and they would be enthralled, if they so chose. The effects were temporary, but repeated trysts extended the effect. Part of the mission of Widow and the other female mutants stationed in the city was to maintain control over the plants and key figures, and it was probably long overdue for them to add the Police Chief to their minions.

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Consciousness slowly began  to return to Hiroki. A groan rumbled from his throat as his eyelids began to twitch. It had been a long time since he felt this way, but he knew something was wrong. Soon, the last memory of what had happened to him flashed across his mind and he jolted awake. he found that he was still sitting in the passenger seat of the now empty police car. His arms were tucked behind his body and he could feel cold metal digging into his wrists, telling him that he was bound and likely by his own handcuffs. The next thing he noticed was that there was no sound to be heard. A quick glance at his side revealed that the car was now parked inside a large, empty warehouse, out of sight and from the lack of noise probably is some area of the city not frequented this time of night. He cursed, knowing hollering was unlikely to do him any good.

His thoughts raced, quickly deducing the only one who could be responsible for his condition, though he could hardly believe it, the sting of betrayal filling his mind. He'd known Kenji for years, how could he be dirty? More over, he obviously wasn't the mastermind behind this. Even if he was a dirty cop, no one suspected him, he knew that for a fact. He had no possible motice, so someone must have put him up to this... but who?

It didn't matter. He'd find out from the traitorous son of a bitch soon enough. If he thought this was enough to keep him down, he had another thing coming! He began to shift, moving to slide his bound arms under him so that he could at least hold them forward. Unfortunately for him, he got the answer to his previous question before he had the chance to.

The top of the cop car opened up, causing him to look up at the rising roof of the car as a figure walked over to the side of the car. He immediately looked to the side, expecting to see the traitor and froze. Standing there was the woman he'd seen enter the bar, but now he face was uncovered. His mind, now fully alert, took in her face, the hazel eyes and purple lips, and he realized this was one of the women Ayame had told him to look for. One of the mutants, like the ones who had tortured his daughter.

His shocked glare shifted to anger as she climbed over into the driver side and closed the top, sealing them both inside. She had a small smirk, her expression radiating amusement and sensuality as she took in his expression, observing the look of hatred he gave her. "You know what I am." She observed. It clearly wasn't a question. They'd never met, so he could only feel such anger toward her due to her association with Chloe.

He didn't bother answering, he just kept up his glare and snarled, "That bastard. I can't believe Kenji would work for you after all you've done."

Widow chuckled, raising her right hand and running her long fingernails across her chest. "Oh, don't judge the little fly too harshly for being caught up in my web... We can be quite... irristable when we want to."

"So what? You think you can get me to betray my position? My city? My species? My daughter?" He stressed the last one as he glared at the still smirking woman, who was if anything more amused by his vitriol. "Who the fuck do you think I am?"

Widow simply chuckled again leaning over. Hiroki made to attack her, but she just grabbed him by the shoulder, holding him against the back of the seat. Like all the mutants, she was far stronger than her slender form would suggest. "Oh, I know exactly who you are, and trust me, when we're done here you'll be all tangled up in me."

He began to retort when her other hand reached down to his pants. "What the hell are you doing?" He fought harder, not wanting the mutant touching any part of him, but her strong grip kept him pinned against the seat.

Widow simply chuckled again without saying anything as her hand pressed again his pants, feeling the small bulge underneath. Clearly knowing what she was and who she worked with wasn't going to help things along. No matter, how ever much his mind resisted, his body would eventually submit. She caressed the concealed pole, still flaccid, and looked up at his face. There was no fear nor arousal there, just anger and outrage. She actually found it rather delectable for her prey to have that much fight in them. Normally the men she seduced gave in to their lusts almost immediately in the face of a quick fuck with a hot girl, or they were more scared than anything before desire took over. But then, none of them knew what she was, nor had her kind harmed anyone close to them though for most that would likely only push them towards the fear response.

Hiroki grit his teeth and and continued his futile resistance as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and reached inside, fishing around before she found what she was looking for. She gripped the still soft meat tightly and pulled it out into the open. The police officer growled in his throat as he continued to fight, while Widow hummed in anticipation as her hand stroked at the pole in her hand before leaning forward and engulfing it.

She felt him stiffen, beginning to thrash harder as her warm, wet mouth took in his soft pole. He fought harder as she moaned, the vibrations sending ripples of sensation down into Hiroki while her tongue ran over the head of his length, paying close attention to the sensitive rim. Hiroki continued to fight, rage coursing through him at the idea of being violated by one of the creatures that had done the same to his daughter, but all of his efforts were impotent between his restraints and the inhuman strength of the red haired mutant. No matter how much it disgusted him or how his mind may have rebelled, his body began to respond to the pleasure that was being forced upon him, sending blood down to his cock.

Despite Hiroki's feelings on the matter and his best efforts to suppress the physical response to the mutant's ministrations, he could feel himself beginning to swell to erection. Widow smirked as she felt it growing in her mouth and throbbing with his heartbeat, taking her hand away from it to begin to remove her top, undoing her vest as she continued to bob her head and suck and hum, the lewd noises the only sounds in the car aside from Hiroki's growls of anger and effort. Once she was sure it wouldn't get any larger, she pulled away. She gave Hiroki a seductive smirk that a lesser man may have found enticing had they not had the history with her kind his family had as she slipped her vest off of her arms.

She'd had to remove the hand holding him down in order to continue undressing and that was when Hiroki decided to make his move, quickly drawing his arms under his body and lashing out at her the moment they were before him. Of course, she easily caught the blow, leaning over forcing his hands against the side window. She arched a brow as she reached down to her shorts and unzipped. "Oh, a fighter I see. Good, it's so much more fun when the fly struggles... but once you're caught in my web, it's all the same in the end."

Widow raised herself off the seat, pulling her pants and black panties down off her wide hips until she got them below her knees, then she let gravity do the rest as she climbed over the seats and onto his lap, her knees digging into the cussions at his sides. She reached down with her free hand and grasped his cock and began to stroke it as she lined it up with her pussy, feeling the head rub along her lips. Another growl left Hiroki's throat at the feeling of grazing that hot, moist opening as she continued to fight, but in the end it was to no avail. He was caught in the spider's web, and the hungry predator had no intentions of letting him escape until she had her fill.

With a chuckle and a saucy grin, Widow slid down his cock until her bare hips met his covered pelvis, letting out a quiet mewl at the sensation of the boner sliding against her walls. She had no need to adjust, while decently sized for a human he was small compared to what the mutants packed and so, she began to rise and fall on his dick in a slow, steady rhythm. She closed her eyes as she road him, her fluids beginning to trickle down his tool until they darkened his boxers.

Hiroki continued to fight her grasp as Widow forced herself on him, doing his utmost not to give in to the pleasure coursing through his nerves. But all was futile against the mutant before him, he couldn't overpower her and all the willpower in the world wouldn't keep his body from reacting and so. So, despite his wishes, the sensations continued to build up inside him, stronger and stronger with each passing moment. Slowly, his transhing grew weaker as he became more and more focused on weathering the storm as the muscles surrounding his length clenched at him. He screwed his eyes shut, refusing to watch the way her bountiful breasts bounced each time her pelvis smacked his.

Beads of sweat began to roll down their bodies as Widow picked up the pace, the wet sound of his dick plunging into her pussy filling the cramped space along with her pants and murmurs and the sounds of his continued resistance as he inhaled hissing breaths through his teeth. The redheaded mutant chuckled at the look on his face, his eyes shut tightly and his teeth clenched together and stopped on the next fall, grinding her pelvis against his and clamping down on his length, gripping him so hard he couldn't fight the groan that escaped him.

Encouraged by the sound, Widow began to rapidly bounce herself in his lap, intent on bringing him to orgasm so she could work her lascivious influence into his mind. She let her head roll back, shouting out her growing joy to the ceiling of the car. Hiroki put up a valiant effort, but in the end he was only human. He could only fight the slowly building pressure in his balls for so long. His growling grew louder as he was pushed towards the height of pleasure. His shaft was aching, swelling as the need grew stronger each time her full ass impacted his thighs. He trembled in the power of the mutant, resisting all the instinctual impulses that assailed him until finally, it became impossible to contain.

He clenched his teeth and threw his head back, letting out a deep groan as hot fluid erupted into Widow's clenching depths. This in turn set her off and she rammed her pelvis into his, sheathing him fully inside her as she threw her head back and let out a loud cry at the jets of hot cum painting her walls, her already tight hole twitching and clenching in the throes of orgasm, milking him of his seed as her quim burst from around his cock. The clear liquid drenched his pants as he twitched under her, continuing to pump her slit full of his cum.

Purple spider webs seemed to fill Hiroki's mind the moment he reached as he reached his climax, corrupting every corner of his consciousness and dousing his thoughts with a wave of lust, instilling in him an almost instinctual obediance, a need to obey the mutant that sat in his lap. Mental fortitude meant nothing to the foul power working its way through him as he flew on the height of pleasure.

Soon the pulsations of his cock and the twitching and squeezing of her cunt calmed down as they came down from their high. As Hiroki collapsed on the back of the seat, he found himself looking at her and the world with new eyes, his mind filled with thoughts of desire that his normal, disciplined self would never entertain.

Widow panted, staring into the glazed eyes of the police chief with a satisfied smirk, both at the high she felt and the knowledge that her plans were now in motion. "See? Everything's a lot clearer now, isn't it?" She leaned in close, letting her warm breath wash over his face. "So, how about you tell me all about your friend, Ayame?"

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Oh dear, so much for all their careful planning. Considering Seiryu, my guess is their mind control can be fought, but it takes both a strong will and seeing someone you care about in danger. So, for example, if Widow brings Hiroki along when she springs her trap or goes after Emily, he'll probably break free.