Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Twenty thousand dollars, that’s how much debt the Hebert family were in because of the Locker. Twenty thousand dollars, with dad’s job not paying nearly what it used to when the dockworkers had more work. Twenty thousand dollars that the settlement with the school wouldn't pay. The worst part was, as far as Taylor could determine, there was no way to pay it. Second mortgage? Not so close to the docks, not in Brockton Bay. Loan? Danny's credit was too bad and no one is giving a girl at fifteen, eighteen in a few months, a loan for twenty thousand. So what then?

There was simply no way to pay all of it. Or rather, there was no legal way to pay it. Not that Taylor could tell her father about it anyway, not without telling him that the same event that had put them in so much debt had given her powers. What’s she gonna do, just go up to him and go ‘Yea, dad, that was worse than you thought and the school fucked you harder than you thought, by the way I’m going to rob the gangs to pay for it’? But Taylor, you say, that would go over so well though!

Well, okay, she probably shouldn’t say it’s illegal, even in her own head. Not… explicitly anyway. There’s laws that say it’s legal for a costumed vigilante to take ‘prizes’ from criminal locations but there are also laws which explicitly prohibit taking anything that would be considered evidence against the accused. To that effect it’s both technically legal and explicitly not at the same time, making whether or not it’s a punishable offense entirely up to the judge in question who signs the warrant. Given Taylor was not particularly prone to gambling this meant that she was still only debating the subject, and determined that even if she did do it, she wasn’t telling anyone where she got the money. She’d work out how to explain all of thousands of dollars appearing out of thin fucking air to Danny later if she did it… but to do it she’d have to find a place that seemed to be a likely criminal front before she could even debate whether or not it was worth the legal questions.

Thus, a month and some change after leaving the hospital, before her first costume is even done being made, Taylor is out walking the docks, looking for… she actually doesn’t really know. Money changing hands in shady ways? A bunch of naked people? She knows movies sometimes depict the people making the drugs or counting money as being naked, or at least in their underwear, something about not having anywhere to hide things if they tried to steal money or drugs? She can’t really remember why they were made to work naked, she just remembered it was a thing, her memory isn’t perfect so sue her, but it was better than the all of nothing she really knew to go on finding a criminal hideout with otherwise, right?

Well it was better in her own head anyway, and given that her own head was the only place that currently had that reasoning matter to begin with, she’s going to say that does make it better… so long as she doesn’t have to try to explain this to someone else. They’d laugh, she knows they would. So she won’t tell them unless she absolutely positively has no alternatives, take that hypothetical laughing person!

Is it a good sign that she’s kinda actually feeling victorious for getting one over on a person who only hypothetically exists and also by doing it via not telling them something they’d want to laugh at her for? No, probably not, definitely not even, but frankly Taylor would take what she could get because her little quest to search the docks for drug dens or brothels is going… poorly. To the point that she’s convinced she just doesn’t know what to look for. That or her search pattern is a bit haphazard and she’s just missing them all but she’s choosing to blame it on not knowing what to look for.

The tall lanky teen is just about to give it all up as a bad job, and return later after looking into effective search- what to look for in spotting drug dens, when through sheer lu- dogged determinedness, she spots a building, far from the closest tags of either the Archer’s Bridge Merchants or the ABB, with a rather unusual amount of cars outside. Now Taylor might not know anything about effective se- spotting drug dens, but she did know that you don’t leave your car unsecured in the docks unless you wanted to come back to more or less an empty shell of a car within at most a couple hours.

Meaning of course, that ten or fifteen cars outside of a building a block and a half away… Either something criminal is happening and the people who own those cars are unworried because connection to that crime will intimidate any would be thieves of tires, catalytic converters, and other easily stealable parts, or there’s simply very good security, but this deep into the docks that explanation feels somewhat unlikely.

Unlikely enough that Taylor starts heading that way while trying to get more bugs inside the building. There were already a few, but not enough to make any determination about what the hell’s going on inside, not with how even trying to see through their eyes gives Taylor the beginnings of a migraine. On the way to the building she gets the idea of placing a bug onto everyone inside, at least that would let her know where they go inside right? Not much more than that, but even that could stop her from getting ambushed by someone she doesn’t know about. A thought that holds up until the first person, a customer or employee she still doesn’t know, enters an area deeper into the building and the bug on them simply vanishes. If it’s dead, there was no brief transmission of pain, no headache like she might expect if anyone was somehow blocking her powers or something, one moment the bug is clinging to the hidden portion of their turned collar, and the next it’s as if the bug never existed.

Well if her bugs aren’t going to be finding any information at all worth getting… Taylor ruminates for a while, trying to decide what to do. Obviously whatever is occurring is less than legal, no reputable businesses operate this deep in the docks, especially with such a sketchy seeming setup. That settled it, she was going to try to rob the place. Her bugs weren’t going to be able to access those back rooms, clearly that much was true, but if whatever was blocking her bugs from getting back there was everywhere they wouldn’t be able to get in at all right?

Thoughts of whether or not Taylor would be robbing the place however are cut off as she clears the building and finds that, contrary to the expectations she had been building while nearing the building through the limited information she could get from her bugs, the place seems… almost well maintained? There’s no signage but at the same time it’s… very obviously not abandoned. The only sign advertising anything though being a golden shellfish, she’s not exactly a specialist in marine biology okay,  on the door. She can’t see through the windows either, being heavily tinted for privacy.

It’s… still suspicious to be very sure but, it’s much less clearly a drug front of anything like this, anyone who patrolled the docks which she knows independent heroes do do semi-regularly would have found and shut this place down ages ago. That doesn’t cause Taylor to decide to back down though, oh no. She’s still convinced something is amiss, this place is too deep in the docks to have someone have invested in it and restored a place, much less protected it like this, and Taylor hasn’t heard anything from her dad, even him mumbling something about wishing a company had been willing to let the DWU help.

That alone is suspicious enough that she’s still going in. Her dad absolutely would’ve mentioned some company trying to revitalize the docks, even if the dockworkers were completely left out of the labor, especially if they got left out, actually. He wouldn’t have let that go for days, even if he hadn’t meant to say anything where Taylor could hear. He would’ve missed her one day and there she’d be in the kitchen, while he muttered to himself loud enough to understand all about how the rich bastards had brought in outsiders to do all the work instead of asking around for any locals. She knows her dad he’s… well he’s predictable at this point, as much as it hurts to say, he’s predictable.

But… she can’t go in in her costume, not if nothing is actually wrong. Her costume looks way too villainous and no one knows her yet, so they’d just think she’s robbing the place and call the cops. Then she’d have to explain the whole mess and it’s possible they wouldn’t even believe her and then she could get booked and have something on her record when it’s not what actually happened and… Taylor pauses, taking a breath. It hasn’t happened, calm down… Besides, not everyone is like the staff at Winslow… she hopes. This brings her lower lip in between her teeth as she thinks over the problem. Thinks it over, that is, until she spots the sign close to the door in big red letters ‘HELP WANTED’. Well… she doesn’t want to work there, but it’s a good story to use to go in anyway to investigate!

Suddenly thankful she hadn’t been entirely sure about the opacity of her costume, it needed another layer inside she was nearly positive, and that she was wearing clothes on under it, she strips down out of her costume in an alley nearby and into the bag she’d snuck it out of the house with, and then… toward the suspect building in question, bag slung over one shoulder. Hopefully… Hopefully whoever the proprietor is doesn’t think there’s anything too weird and unusual about a teenage girl coming this deep into the docks this late at night.

Pushing the door open Taylor feels a bit taken by surprise when she enters the building and… it’s a waiting room of some kind, not really a store of any kind? What kind of business could they be operating this deep into the docks that would have a waiting room? She’d almost expected maybe an adult shop of some kind, porn, something like that. But not the clean, orderly room she’s in now. Emerald green patterned velvet covers the walls, the pattern being the same sort of shellfish on the front door, with chairs lining the walls, brass and leather and Taylor swears the ends of the arms of the chairs are capped with little grinning skulls… weird, but she guesses they probably had to make due for the chairs to get them to sorta match the rest of the aesthetic? The brassy bronze metal edges the floor in moulding, the two doors going further into the building both behind the counter and in front of it. It’s… definitely not what she expected given the location in the Docks.

Speaking of behind the counter as well, Taylor feels bad but she can't quite stop herself from stopping and staring for just a brief moment. The girl behind the counter at most places seems bored, or if she’s happy to be there she’s peppy and cute to draw people in. The girl behind the counter at this place, a place Taylor still doesn’t know the name, is… different. Tall, almost amazonian in stature, with broad shoulders, wide hips, and her arms at least are well muscled. Her face at least sorta matches the latter type of typical counter girl with a beaming smile, her glasses are cute if a bit old fashioned, and her long golden hair with just a bit of a shimmer of orange in it. Last, but certainly not least, is a chest that makes Taylor instantly feel more than a bit inadequate as it fills out her expensive looking older style shirt. She smiles wider when she realizes Taylor’s actually noticed her and waves, “Welcome, welcome, you seem a bit confused Miss…”

“Taylor. Taylor Hebert.” Taylor’s name slips out before she can even think twice about how odd this place is. She knows she doesn’t quite trust it but… she can’t help it. Agatha, her name tag informs Taylor, is so… open and genuine. It would feel rude to turn her down.

“Ah, French heritage? I have several good friends in France. I miss them so much…” Agatha shakes her head and refocuses on Taylor with a smile, “Well Taylor, I hope you don’t mind me saying this… but you look like you could use money.” Taylor immediately puffs up, about to give the standard Hebert reaction to people offering charity, a possibly angry, but definitely firm ‘I don’t need handouts’ lecture, when Agatha holds her hand up, “I’m not saying I’d just give you money. I have a business to run afterall,” Agatha is the owner? That… well kinda explains how unusual she is for being a counter-girl, “I’m saying I’m willing to offer you a job. It pays well, for both of us, I assure you and it’s actually quite simple. You see, it’s something like a streaming service, and for some reason people quite enjoy watching young women like yourself playing games and navigating the web.”

Taylor scrunches her face up. What kind of person is willing to pay well enough that she’d be ‘paid well’ for just… sitting there and messing around on a computer? “That’s… a bit creepy isn’t it? People wanting to just… watch me lounge?”

“I don’t know about creepy. But Everyone has different tastes. I’m sure there are viewers with less than wholesome thoughts, but some might just like watching a pretty girl like yourself relax. So, how about it? I’ll arrange for a short shift for you right now, we only have half a shift till closing time anyway, and you can see how you like it. I promise it’ll be worth your time.” Agatha smiles widely and earnestly, she visibly wants Taylor to accept, to let Agatha help as best she can. It rankles just a little because of that damned Hebert pride over charity but… Agatha’s also telling the truth, she will be getting as much out of this as Taylor will.

Taylor debates it for a moment. She still doesn’t quite trust this place… it’s too clean, too nice, too… upscale to be in this part of the docks without some kind of illegal support or something… she’s mostly sure. Her brain also chips in that such places also try to blend in as much as possible even on the outside and this place didn’t. But while her suspicions won’t quite go away, they can’t fully defeat the genuine and earnest expression and tone in Agatha’s voice. The golden reddish blonde means what she’s saying, she wants to help and… a job could really do the trick. It probably won’t do it as fast as finding a particularly stupid drug dealer and stealing all the money he has before turning in his drugs for the bounty on them… but since the drugs themselves aren’t worth a lot she’d really need the money and taking the money is, as she previously had debated with herself, a definite legal grey area that depends on the prosecutor…

Taylor nods slowly, even if it is slower it’s… well she can actually tell Dad about this. He’ll protest, of course he will, but it’ll be as lackluster as every other attempt to protect Taylor since Mom died. “I’ll take it… it’s better than some of the alternatives.”

Agatha softens and smiles, lifting a section of counter to come around to the main section of the waiting area. “I’m both very glad and very sorry to hear that Taylor, come along, I’ll show you to where you’ll be playing and relaxing for the viewers.” She walks up to the door, the door opening automatically and she motions Taylor to follow. As Taylor does she realizes that it isn’t just Agatha’s chest that makes her feel entirely inadequate because the backside she can see makes Taylor acutely aware that it isn’t just Taylor’s chest that’s best defined as missing.

Well, she could probably ruminate on the unfairness of Agatha’s just… everything for a near infinite amount of time but she doesn’t have a near infinite amount of time. Agatha’s long strides, even compared to Taylor’s, carry them to an open alcove one has to crawl into with a whole setup, computer and game stations that Taylor… is pretty sure haven’t left Aleph yet… alright not asking questions on that, and numerous screens as well as a few cameras. All in all it’s very clean and high tech looking, really the only question is why do you have to climb into it? Taylor… can’t quite figure that out, not without a bit of information so she instead turns to Agatha looking at her with a patient expression, “So, why crawl in? Why not a door?”

“Sadly there were serious space problems after my first few employees. I had tried to give everyone their own room but I would have had to expand the building dramatically to continue having space for any new employees. Instead, I think we came up with a rather creative solution.” Agatha proceeds to illustrate what she means as she leans forward and crawls forward halfway into the alcove, which is when the wall actually closes around her frame, actually seeming to seal perfectly around her despite being straight when she started to climb in, and a screen Taylor hadn’t seen or had been hidden in the part of the wall that was open turns on showing Agatha’s face and… some of her other assets. “You see? Everything’s in reach for me with ease and it takes up a third of the space. It’s also genuinely quite comfortable, the padding around my waist is soft and flexible but firm enough to prevent the hard edge of the wall from making contact. One moment and I’ll be back out.” She types something Taylor can’t see on the computer and the wall opens back up. The big muscular woman turns back to Taylor with a proud smile on her face, “Well? What do you think? There’s an emergency release mode too, if you feel like you need to get out right now.”

“Isn’t it a bit… awkward to have your butt just kinda… in the hallway?” Not that Taylor would ever say that Agatha has anything to be ashamed of in that respect, it’s just… it’s embarrassing to think of her ass just hanging out in the hallway. She must’ve been a bit distracted to not notice any others in the halls on the way here… Okay, she knows damn well what the distraction was.

Agatha waves her hand, “I have strict rules about fraternization. If you want to do it, they have to consent.” Not… exactly the kind of rules on fraternization that Taylor would have actually expected, but it does assuage Taylor’s worries. Agatha didn’t say it but Taylor hasn’t seen anyone back here but her, probably because of the distraction. Maybe she’ll meet other employees sometime?

“What about bugs? I don’t want to get like… stung or bit by something and not be able to do anything about it?” Taylor still doesn’t understand how and why that bug that just… vanished off her power’s senses before she came in. She still can’t get any past the front office. And while she’s not so sure anything illegal is happening here anymore she’s curious damnit, especially because if a non-criminal has something so effectively neutralizing her power what hope does she have against anyone with actual motivation to hide?

Agatha perks up excited, a slightly crazed grin overtaking her face,“Oh! Yes, that was a concern from several of my girls, so I discovered a device that will target quantities of galvanic essences which exist only in creatures of a small enough size and instantly drain it. Painless and quick.” She pauses and her grin loses the crazed edge and becomes more sheepish, “I mean… that’s what the product description said… and so far there’s not been anything back here.”

… Okay so that was weird. Is Agatha actually a Tinker or something? They get excited when they talk about their gear right? Some of the conversations Taylor’s overheard at school seem to say they do, that even Armsmaster gets a bit excited if someone actually asks him a question about how it works before he realizes they can’t follow anything he’s saying. Well… if that’s the case… this place being so safe makes a bit more sense right? People on PHO sure do love to meme about never attacking a tinker’s lair…

Well, there’s not really anything else for it. Taylor had accepted at least a trial run on the job and if the job means she puts her top half through a hole in the wall and tries her best to relax despite how weird that must be for four hours… Taylor will lie back and think of Home… Of course, thinking that puts one of Mom’s rants about how the origin phrase is almost entirely apocryphal and there’s no actual person who is known and proven to have said it, and it certainly wasn’t about world war two as so many of her students try to claim. This makes her laugh slightly, making Agatha give her an amused and confused look, “Just… reminded me of something my mom ranted about, she was a literature professor. Nevermind, I’ll just…” She climbs in before a slightly bemused Agatha can respond and feels it close around her waist, just as snug and tight as it had seemed around Agatha’s broader and more muscular one. Well… it’s generally wise in Brockton Bay to not actively confront someone who you think may be a parahuman, and this goes double for when you’re in the heart of their power and you don’t have any yourself.

As she relaxes a bit Taylor realizes this is actually significantly more roomy than she had thought and any worries that it would be like that place are rapidly leaving. There’s space to stretch out a bit, and like Agatha had said everything’s in reach, there’s even a tube hanging down within easy range to reach out and take a drink and… ohh that’s good stuff… that’s good, creamy and a bit warm but it sends a tingling sensation down Taylor’s spine as she refocuses on the computer before her.

Mind you, Taylor’s not much of a gamer, the Hebert family hadn’t had the kind of disposable income that made such things easy to acquire even when Mom was around and with less disposable income and Dad… Dad, Taylor had long given up on such things. Which was fine, really, she preferred books anyway, books and the occasional movie. But no books to be had here, maybe she can bring some next shift if she does actually full take the job? Maybe… but she might as well check out the computer and what games it had available.

Taylor starts looking through the list of games when she sees one that makes her pause, if only because of the thumbnail, Starcraft 2? Taylor checks and can’t actually find a Starcraft that isn’t this one. Well, this has species on it, and one of them’s at least vaguely buglike and it’s apparently real time strategy, whatever that means. She’ll start with the campaign… Looks like the first campaign is actually humans, which is fine, it’s not like she’s the kind of parahuman who deep dives so totally on their powers that everything is just ‘bug-something’ for her, that would be weird… hear that Mouse Protector?

Taylor deliberates on the difficulty for a bit, trying to muse aloud about it. She hasn’t done this kind of thing before, the game or… apparently being watched over camera on the internet, but well… she knows people like watching suffering… might as well make use of that knowledge somehow so she picks Brutal despite never having played the game before or really playing strategy games of any kind. Besides… something in Taylor tells her she wants the challenge. She’s struggling to figure out the tactics to get through things, because she just knows she can’t just throw her troops into the enemy with impunity, when a monitor that had seemed like it was on, but was seemingly stuck on a screensaver which Taylor had previously resolved to inform Agatha about later, showing… oh!

Taylor’s face must turn strawberry red because what that screen is showing is a somewhat out of shape man’s hairy backside thrusting into a naked girl bent over through a wall. It’s so repulsive, honestly, that it actually causes Taylor to have to pause the game to reload while she tries to do something, anything, to get this man’s ass out of her face. “Fucking work out or something…” she mutters under her breath while she tries to find a mouse or something to control this screen because clearly it’s not actually connected to the computer she’s been using, when she decides to say fuck it and reaches out and just taps the screen looking for… a different channel, a different genre if she has to watch porn, something. The camera shifts and now Taylor becomes very aware of two things. First, while the man is… far from in shape and his sweaty hairy body is far from appealing to her, what he has between his legs is more than adequate, and he isn’t entirely unskilled in using it because she can tell from just looking at the girl he’s fucking like a feral animal that she is enjoying it, slick all down her thighs and dripping around the fat cock of the equally fat man fucking her.

Idly Taylor wonders if it helps that she doesn’t know what he looks like… Shrugging she turns back to the game, occasionally her eye drifts and she watches the porn show she apparently can’t turn off, she can shift it to other views such as looking down from the rear view it started on, slightly off to one side, the below view, and closer ones of both of the latter two, but frankly she just… doesn’t really want to watch it that closely no matter how much the girl is enjoying it. Instead she focuses on the game and manages to actually get through the first two, realistically mainly tutorial missions. The first one you can’t build any units at all and the second one is slightly less casual about it, but it’s still not exactly complex absent the fucking artillery shooting at her from off screen near the end. Cheating AI…

It’s as Taylor is beating the second mission with the ‘siege tank’ just out of vision range after several failed assaults because of the damn thing that the man’s movement stops and Taylor’s eyes find themselves transfixed as the man undoubtedly cums deep inside the young reasonably attractive girl, if her legs and ass are any indication. Her eyes watch his sack as it moves slightly, trying to dump every single drop, then he pulls back, slaps her on the ass, and pulls his pants up and off he goes. The channel doesn’t change though, it sits there on her as cum slowly drips from her heavily fucked body and her pussy slowly recovers. Idly Taylor takes another drink from the straw and smiles at the pleasant sensation once more as she finishes.

Taylor refocuses her attention back to the game, this time apparently a timed defense mission against the race she’s more interested in and a defensive building… hmm… She’s doing surprisingly well early, letting the game’s inclusion of the defensive building tell her to just turtle up and wait it out but despite it going… reasonably well, she’s getting a bit bored and debating if she has enough medics to just… attack the bases attacking her, maybe that ends the mission too, when another person walks up to the pair of legs sticking out of the wall and starts, oh he’s actually rotating her so she’s facing upward and then cuffs her heels in the air in a big V.

As far as the guy playing the girl’s new ‘client’ he’s younger, a fair bit more attractive, but not hung nearly as well which makes him a bit more boring for Taylor and the girl he’s stepped up to fuck apparently, she’s not nearly as obviously excited. Ah well. He also doesn’t even last long enough for Taylor to get to the same point in the mission she’d gotten bored and been debating attacking instead of defending before, so this time there’s not even the distraction the previous guy had posed by the time she gets to that point and she goes for it… only to rapidly realize holy shit those bases are well defended.

That necessitates a reload and re-approach as another person steps up to the legs in the wall, oh, there’s a little number Taylor had missed in the bottom right that says four at the moment. Is that the number of people this girl has… serviced? Probably people who actually turn this kind of thing on want to know that. As they step up Taylor realizes two things, first somehow the girl ended back bent forward rather than on her back so this is definitely edited because that was a cut, and second this one’s not a guy! This one’s a reasonably fit dickgirl with… oh that would be interesting… There's… sorta flesh spikes dotting its entire length, rounded at the top but even being a virgin Taylor knows that would be… difficult to take even if it weren’t probably a foot and change long and thicker than the first guy.

The dickgirl wielding it though knows what she’s doing on that front, well she’s careful anyway, working her way into the cleft that’s nearly sealed back up since the last guy walked away. Her hands have spread the petite backside, giving it one swat, before she starts slowly working her way in. Taylor tries to tell herself that she doesn’t really want to watch porn, really she doesn’t… but she just can’t quite look away long enough to try to play the game, particularly as more and more of the extreme shaped cock is fed into the pussy. There’s no audio, but she can just see the woman’s face repeatedly saying something and then after a bit of testing she thrusts harder and Taylor can just see her head throw back as she grips the hips of the girl in the wall and pulls one leg nearly vertical up her chest and lets the girl’s leg hang just over her right shoulder but nevertheless putting the girl in a full split. Jeez that girl must be flexible, Taylor can’t get anywhere close to that before her muscles start protesting but she’s also admittedly never tried that hard and this girl had some assistance… and a distraction.

In an interesting way, once she’s fully sunk in and her pose is fully adjusted, Taylor feels like she can actually breathe and maybe put some of her focus elsewhere. Not too far, so she ends up actually playing defensively this time, but even when the woman starts moving again she can focus with only some issues maintaining focus during relative downtime like right after attacks when her gaze finds itself wandering almost naturally to the left at the other screen and watching the woman slowly pick up speed. It seems, as unusual as the cock fucking her is shaped, as likely painful as it would be if the wielder didn’t take care, the girl taking it is enjoying it quite a lot. Twice the girl visibly orgasms, a surge of fluid pouring out of her, before Taylor finally gets through the mission, only to realize there’s an achievement for destroying those bases… well she knows what she’s doing for the next hour and a half. No, wait, looking at the clock, next hour. 

After she enjoys watching the spikey cocked woman fuck the girl in the wall stupid of course… Okay, maybe she’s actually enjoying this particular ‘client’ and the show… maybe. It doesn’t last too much longer at that point, though she’s easily lasted longest of all the ‘client’s so far, at a bit over half an hour after she started really thrusting, and without any short breaks like the first guy. Just like the first guy, several of the others had also cum across her upturned cheeks… at least… Taylor thinks they did, the woman slams as deep as she can, and her heavy round balls actively seem to contract up as far as they can and flex… flex… flex. It takes Taylor a… bit longer than she would like to admit that every flex is accompanied by a small twitch in the cock, it’s her cum being pumped into the girl.

Eventually the girl’s walls can’t hold everything the spikey cocked girl is putting into her though and white starts to escape around the edges… but it doesn’t stop the woman from holding her position as her balls keep flexing and her cock keeps pumping. When they finally stop, Taylor quickly changes angle to look at the woman’s beautiful face, and in doing so realizes for the first time… embarrassingly, that the woman is hispanic and has a scar across one eye that makes Taylor’s heart hurt. She blows a kiss at the camera and smacks the girl’s ass once more before bracing herself and slowly pulling free. Taylor can’t hear her, but she swears that she manages to lipread the grinning, maybe laughing, ‘worth every fucking thing’ before she walks away.

Taylor’s attention goes back to the game after only a few moments of gawking at the small flood of cum escaping the thoroughly fucked girl in the wall. It’s interesting but for some reason without someone else being involved Taylor’s only abstractly interested and that is easily subdued by her stubborn desire to beat this mission as thoroughly as possible.

She’s getting better every attempt, faster at keeping the civilian workers where they need to be and the military buildings producing, her managing of forces in the actual fight part is getting more adept slowly. She does not manage to improve enough however to be done before the next ‘client’ steps up and Taylor nearly sputters in shock and surprise for three reasons. First, the next ‘client’ for the girl in the wall is none other than Agatha, the front desk girl and owner of the building Taylor is in right now.  Taylor didn’t know she had done porn, though she doesn’t really expect Agatha to have just said it either, nor is it something she’s angry about it’s just surprising really. Second, Agatha is, unlike previous ‘client’s who mostly just disrobed enough to fuck the ‘stuck’ in the wall girl completely naked and holy shit did Taylor underestimate the level of musculature Agatha has. She’s what every gym rat at school wishes they could look like, and given the fact that Taylor’s reasonably sure she spends far less time in the gym than them every day, but in such a wonderfully balanced way. She looks powerful, but not grotesque, it’s a fitting look for her somehow.

The third and probably most immediately relevant thing to the girl stuck in the wall, though she’s probably been aware of this long before Taylor, is that Agatha is hung. Hanging from where her pussy would have been is a horsecock so long and broad, that Taylor doesn’t think it’s even possible for her to enter the girl, much less use the entire thing, but if she does… Taylor doesn’t think she’ll be able to look away. She saves the game, the attempt seemed to be going well so far and she’d destroyed one of three bases she needed to so she didn’t want to lose her progress, as Agatha strokes herself before she looks directly into the camera with just a little bit of that crazed grin from before.

Agatha lifts up the mass of her cock and places the head down on the small of the girl’s back and Taylor shudders. If that girl is shaped anything like Taylor, which she isn't, her body is clearly far more attractive I mean people clearly want to fuck her right, that cock has to be at least five inches across. It’s a monster designed to do one thing only, break people mentally and physically… and probably sexually. There’s just no way that girl can take it, but as Agatha of the past pulls her hips slightly back to give herself the room and presses herself against the girl’s tightly clasped clean lips. There’s no way, it’s not possible for her to get inside. Taylor knows that, and yet clearly she must or they never would’ve released the video, Agatha would’ve been cut out or something. Despite her reasoning however, she’s still amazed and surprised when the broad flat head of Agatha’s horsecock pops inside. It’s when her mouth starts feeling a bit dry that Taylor realizes she must have been just kinda gaping at it and as Agatha pauses for a bit to caress the girl in the wall’s backside slightly Taylor takes the chance to take another drink of the unusual but extremely tasty drink agatha apparently supplies. She’ll have to ask what’s up with it later, maybe it’s some Tinker concoction to ensure people have adequate nutrition and hydration while in the booths.

Whatever that drink is, it’s once again forgotten as Agatha begins moving again and steadily feeds more and more of the heavy broad cock into the potentially fortunate, potentially unfortunate, recipient of Agatha’s attentions. Inch after inch is slowly fed into the apparently endlessly hungry pussy that belongs to whoever that girl is. Agatha gives another pause as the girl has nearly taken all the way to an odd ring of tissue about halfway up the prodigious length and massages the girl’s ass, even reaches under her to rub at her clit a bit. The girl must relax again, or her orgasm comes to an end, because Agatha again starts moving inward, two inches in, one out, two inches in, one out. Again and again she repeats the movement until against all possible logic her wide hips come against the girl’s thinner hips and slightly muscular little bubble butt.

Taylor can’t help it, she slightly pushes up from the bench and reaches down to where she swears that girl must be able to feel a bulge from Agatha’s massive bitchbreaker. There’s nothing there, of course there isn’t, because it’s not Taylor but she knows that girl must be feeling it. She’s definitely feeling something as Agatha slowly pulls back, then slowly sinks back forward, again and again, faster and faster, until she’s pulling back all the way to the ring in the middle of her fat cock and sinking all the way back in only a second later. Taylor can’t hear anything but the menu music from the game but she is sure in the audio that she can’t hear there’s squelching, moans, and no small amount of swearing coming both from the girl bent forward and Agatha as she fucks the girl open.

Eventually Agatha seems satisfied by something, and grips the girl’s hips and cheeks harder and starts fucking with power and will behind it. She only stays at this high pace for maybe a minute before she slams deep and even more pronounced than the spiky-dicked dickgirl before her, the massive balls hanging between her legs heave up and just pump… pump… pump, push surge after surge of cum deep into the girl halfway through the wall. It’s so much, so so much, and Taylor doesn’t doubt for a split second that it’s highly fertile. Well, it’s porn so the girl being turned into a living condom has to be on birth control right? Then again, Taylor muses as she watches the girl start overflowing even faster than she had after the hispanic spikey cocked woman had finished inside her, maybe it wouldn’t be enough.

Well, it seems Agatha agreed that it wasn’t enough… oh she didn’t pull the girl out of the wall and give her birth control on the spot or anything ridiculous like that, but instead she leans down, grips one of the girl’s legs and lifts her into the same standing split situation the spikey cocked dickgirl had put her in, but keeping it fully stretched up as she accelerates once more up to speed. At this angle Taylor can just barely see Agatha close her eyes slightly as she settles in for the long haul. Again and again Taylor can see surges of clear liquid pushing white, the girl orgasming heavily Taylor’s pretty sure, until Agatha’s pace, even, measured, and consistent suddenly accelerates, her balls swinging heavily under her before once more she slams to her deepest point and another wash of white cum is sent into the depths of the… It’s hard for Taylor to admit even in her own head, but very lucky girl.

This time, after resting inside the girl for a few moments she pulls free, but instead of walking away, kneels down and pulls both of the girl’s legs together and begins to turn her, throwing both legs over one shoulder as soon as they’re up high enough before she straightens back out in place, pulls her hips back, and slams forward, hilting so hard that Taylor’s not sure if the surge of liquid hitting Agatha’s meat-grater abs is Agatha’s own cum forced out under pressure or the girl cumming her brains out due to the heavy bitchbreaker slamming itself home inside her again.

Agatha doesn’t seem to actually care mind you. Taylor shifting the camera as she realizes what Agatha seems to be doing and sure enough, Agatha is staring straight into the camera with a look so feral and hungry that Taylor is thankful it’s not leveled at her… because she doesn’t think she’d be a virgin for very much longer if Agatha told her to bend over. Even without that it makes Taylor’s mouth dry in a way that she doesn’t think drinking that tasty drink again would remedy.

It’s not just the stare into what Taylor feels like is her soul. It’s that the previous two had already felt like ages, Taylor is far from cognizant enough to actually look at a clock to check, but this round seems to truly stretch. Maybe it’s because she’d already erupted twice, maybe she hadn’t really been trying and this is her showing off, but Agatha just keeps going. Whatever the reason is, she’s not only going hard and fast from the very beginning this time, but she turns her head and begins giving the right leg of the girl in the wall love bites and hickeys.

All good things must come to an end however, even terrifying, arousing things like that. So it is that an unknown amount of time later, after one last lovebite that Taylor is sure will bruise heavily later, Agatha stops her distraction and refocuses on the camera with a noiseless snarl as her thrusts become even more wild and heavy than they’ve been throughout the entire affair. She’s not just fucking and cumming inside this girl, she’s trying to conquer her. Suddenly Taylor gets the mental image of Agatha, clothed in furs and armor, a massive axe embedded in the ground as Agatha ruts her newest conquest in the mud, the girl crying out in pleasurable pain and Agatha roaring her defiance to the world.

The image fades from her mind as Agatha’s grin widens just a bit, becoming just a bit more wild, and a quick check of the other angle shows Agatha’s once more pumping surge after surge into the en-walled girl. As the pumping fades Agatha’s expression calms just ever so slightly, enough to see the Agatha Taylor had met in the lobby. She smiles warmly at the camera, placing a kiss on top of all the lovebites and hickeys that the girl will probably be hiding under her pants for a few weeks and stepping back to lower the girl’s legs back to the ground. Giving her upturned behind a soft pat Agatha gives one last look to the camera and walks away.

Her mind wanders back to that idea of Agatha as a warlord and conqueror, reclining on her throne of plundered gold while faceless women lounge seductively by her feet. The next thing Taylor’s aware of, is the seal around Taylor’s midsection suddenly opening and Taylor realizes that it’s almost forty minutes past the end of the half-shift Agatha had offered, oh no!

Taylor jerks, trying to get out quickly when a hand on her back, accompanied by Agatha’s calm warm voice, soothes her panic. “Let’s not panic alright? I was just a bit worried because I didn’t see you come back out the front, and you don’t know the back way in and out yet.” Agatha helps her straighten up and smiles as she looks Taylor over and finds everything more or less the way it should be prompting Taylor to look down and find herself almost disappointed that she sees the jeans she’d switched to after she’d swapped out of her superhero costume instead of two pale legs completely covered in cum both hers and otherwise. When she looks back up Agatha’s just smiling patiently, “You feel okay Taylor?”

Definitely can’t admit that the video that had automatically started playing while Taylor was in the booth had featured Agatha as one of the bigger stars of the show. Definitely can’t admit that Taylor is just a bit upset it wasn’t her Agatha had rutted into like that, “Yea… yea, I’m okay, I just had to make sure nothing fell out of place while I was in there ya know, I didn’t feel anything happen but…”

Agatha smiles a little in what seems to be relief before you take a step and nearly fall over, “Well you look a little shaky, it’ll settle soon I think, a lot of girls who work here have that issue when they first climb out of their alcoves, sorry for getting to warn you.” Taylor waves it off with a smile, letting Agatha support her as they make their way to a room with some couches in the back that Agatha helps Taylor down onto. “Wait here, I’ll be right back with your pay for the half-shift.”

Taylor can feel her body reach an equilibrium as she’s sitting there, her muscles less confused and more just… warm and tingly. She’s not quite sure why she’s warm and tingly but it’s… pleasant. Relaxing. So much so that when Agatha returns with an envelope in her hand Taylor’s too relaxed to stop herself from letting her eyes trace up and down the tall amazonian dickgirl, her mind going back once more to that image of her on a battlefield rutting the losing champion, for far too long before her conscious mind remembers that she is in fact awake, Agatha is in fact standing in front of her, and she is in fact leering at her boss. Snapping back to reality Taylor begins trying desperately to find the words to apologize when she realizes Agatha is laughing. Mind snapping from desperation back to trying to figure out what’s going on Taylor looks to Agatha’s face which seems very far from offended, more flattered amusement than anything else. “It’s quite alright Taylor, I know most girls on their first days can’t help themselves. If I minded you girls envisioning me naked from time to time I wouldn’t give you a show yea?”

“You mean that was…”

“On purpose yea, I know what every screen is doing if I want to, and I’m the one who put that system in place remember. Still, we’re not here to talk about if you liked what you saw, we’re here because you did a job and I’m going to pay you for it.” Agatha tosses the envelop over and it hits Taylor’s lap with a surprising amount of weight to it. Opening it Taylor boggles at the bills inside. Tens and twenties, and plenty of them. “That’s four thousand dollars. Pretty damn good for a half shift, you’re the most popular debut I’ve had I think.”

Taylor can’t help herself, she actively can’t, her mouth jumps right ahead of the rest of her brain and just asks the simple question, “Why?” Her brain tries to slam on the brakes, self-image issues warring with the earnest genuine expression on Agatha’s face that says this isn’t a joke, she’s not messing with her. “I don’t understand. I’m… why would people want to watch me? I’m…” She motions at herself, “I mean look at me, I’m ugly, my mouth is too wide, my eyes a bit too far apart, my lips are too narrow.”

Agatha raises an eyebrow at the start of it, and it only gets higher, before she walks over calmly and sits down on the leather couch beside Taylor, “Taylor… you poor thing… none of that’s true. I promise you.”

“Yes it is! I see my face every day in the mirror, I know I’m ugly. You don’t have to lie to me.” Taylor sags, feeling her shoulders come in.

“I take a bit of pride in that I try to lie as little as absolutely possible. I would not do so for something like this, I assure you. But lets go over what you just said. You think your lips are too narrow and your mouth too wide? I’d make a joke about needing your eyes checked, but I think we both know that both of us have a sort of eye problem.” Agatha’s lips quirk slightly in a coaxing smile as she taps the side of her own glasses with her finger, “I’m afraid that, at least for right now, all I can do is say I do not agree. And I definitely don’t agree that you’re ugly, trust me I’ve known some ugly people. Dimo and Oggie, two good friends of mine back home who are probably worried sick about me, are both very ugly. I promise you that, how Oggie ever got married I will never know.” Taylor can’t help the giggle as Agatha shakes her head in confusion, smiling at the show of good humor Agatha continues, “I would never just throw sugared words at you. But if you think you’re ugly, we’ll have to do something about that. Just not right now, I think I need to help you home before I take care of a few things before I turn in myself.”

Taylor shakes her head quickly, “I can get home fine. You don’t have to worry about-”

Agatha doesn’t interrupt with her words, but a sternly and well done glare of disapproval, “Taylor, I know full well what kind of area my shop is in, it’s why I got it so cheap. I can take care of myself, I will not make you do the same. Now we lost track of time on getting you out of here and it’s far too late for me to feel alright about letting you get back to home alone, so I am coming with you.” She stands and helps Taylor up, “Now, while we’re on our way back, did you find the work okay? I know it didn’t feel like it was all that much to you, I’ve heard that story many times, but people really do enjoy watching a woman lay there and watch porn sometimes. Did you want to come back after seeing what the job will entail?”

“If it’s like that? Of course! … I did have just one question though… The game I was playing…” It’s a weird thing to be concerned about, but… well Taylor had actually really liked it. She’ll leave it for work though, it’s a great way to pass the time in between fun bits.

“All the computers in the building have a profile that builds itself for you the first time you login. It uses facial recognition among a couple other metrics, I hope you’ll be okay with me keeping those to myself however, to auto-log you in when you start to climb in. When you climb into an alcove again it will auto login and everything will be as you left it, including save data.”

That… actually doesn’t sound tinkery at all, Taylor’s pretty sure the computers at school work the same way. Well, minus the facial recognition and whatever other metrics Agatha doesn’t want to talk about are. Those sound tinkery alright, “And the drink? What was that? It was a bit odd at first but I really ended up liking it?”

“Did you? That’s wonderful news, it’s a proprietary blend of my own making actually. Everything you need to be able to do your job without leaving for your shift if you don’t want to. You can, of course, I’ll show you how to start a break and lunch if you really want some good solid food when you come in for your next shift, but you don’t have to. Since you do get paid per person who paid me… I have several girls who have never touched the break option once since they started.” Agatha smiles again and the conversation continues, eventually becoming why Agatha’s in Brockton Bay, she admits she’s actually from Romania originally but ended up here and kinda got stuck for a while which is why her accent is so minor. She doesn’t end up showing Taylor all the way home, just out of the more dangerous parts of the docks and to a bus stop where Taylor promises she’ll wait for the bus and go straight home. Not once does it occur to her to go back on her word either. She finds a bruise on her leg when she goes to get in bed, but it’s barely visible and probably happened because she kicked herself and didn’t notice or something. It doesn’t matter, she’d take an occasional weird bruise over the financial issues her family is in… at this rate it would only take a few shifts to pay off the hospital… not that Taylor thinks she’ll stop after getting what she needs, not if she can maybe build up extra.

Thoughts of actual financial security, an unfortunate thing for a eighteen year old girl to be concerned about, flee her mind as she sits down in bed a wave of exhaustion hits her all at once and Taylor is out cold before she hits the pillow. 