♡ Mercy - Smith's TV Debut (Angel Power +1) ♡

Colline fluttered over to Robin's side and clasped the fingers of both her hands together. "Let's show Ms. Smith some mercy! After all, she's really quite blameless. Her only crime is being a bit surly," the angel urged Robin, wearing a pleading expression that was hard to argue with.

"I get what you mean, but remember: she said she wanted to be punished hard in order to show Lyra what's waiting for her, right?" Robin countered, pressing one gloved fist under her chin thoughtfully. "That might be more Betty's speed."

"Oh, come now. Tis just the loser trying to dictate her own terms! Smith doesn't necessarily know what's good for herself. We can make this 'punishment' something she'll enjoy, something befitting a blameless innocent! That is what our Lord, Jesus Christ, would surely wish of you," Colline continued pushing. "Just leave it to me. I've the perfect plan already in mind."

Robin nodded, then closed her eyes, accepting Colline in. The angel embraced her from behind, wrapping at the neck, and melted into her body once again.

Smith's eyes widened with amazement as Robin's eyes changed to a brilliant blue color and her hair modified to a golden hue, adorned with a halo in a shining ring floating in free space above her head. Large, bird-like wings unfurled from the back of her blazer. Seeing the supernatural transformation, Smith felt her lips trembling and her jaw dropping towards the table. "Holy shit! I thought I was being a little corny earlier calling you an angel, but I was right after all-- you really were an angel!" she marveled, now squinting her eyes against the unfamiliar light. "Does this mean heaven and all that shit is real?! Fuck, I haven't been to a church in over a decade!"

"Tis exactly what it means!" Colline-Robin chuckled warmly, before Robin-Colline coughed into her fist and interceded. "Of course, you are free to pursue religion however you want, we aren't really here to dictate that-- however, tis quite silly to remain agnostic after seeing such a sight, yes?-- you're free to do whatever you want, demons are also real and they're cool too, it's really all new territory for me-- Oh really, Ms. Redd, must you really tell her that?!"

Smith's eyes were spinning. "I think we lost the plot somewhere. I've got no idea what you're babbling about." She'd put her old frown back on.

"Ah ha ha ha... Yes, er, tis best to return to the punishment at hand while we are both still in the mood..."

The head of the newsroom put her hands upon the broad hips of her pink skirt and shook her voluminous blond head side to side disapprovingly. "You know, cupcakes, I did say you could take all the time you needed to make this punishment thingie work, but I don't recall telling you that you could use all the crap in my newsroom and actual air-time too," Lyra grumbled, watching Smith take her seat at a news broadcaster's desk in front of a green-screen.

The other new hire, the pretty Indian girl from earlier who hadn't had much of a hand in matters to this point, had been co-opted to act as a camerawoman. Right now, she was holding up three fingers and slowly working towards a count-down for the 'breaking news' footage that was about to go live on air.

"Keep your hair on, the whole thing's going to take ten minutes," Smith grumbled, straightening her new tie. Her image on screen was entirely different than her usual look. She'd been redressed in a smart blue blazer with a royal blue tie and clean, starched white shirt. Her hair had its usual style, but it had been given a good wash, the kind you couldn't get in a sink in one of the workplace bathrooms. She'd put on fresh makeup for the first time in years, hiding the dark bags under her eyes. In short, she looked totally presentable, a far cry from her stir-crazy, world-weary usual self.

"If you dolled up like that all the time I wouldn't have to kick you around so much," Lyra hissed under her breath, taking one of Smith's cigarettes from the discarded pack and sucking in on it.

When the ON-AIR sign lit up, Smith cleared her throat and looked to the teleprompter, where Robin had left a full script for her to read out. The conditions of the punishment meant that she wasn't allowed to deviate from the words on screen at all... but she was tensing up so badly in front of the camera that she couldn't imagine ad-libbing regardless.

Smith found herself tugging at her collar unconsciously, unprepared for how awkward it would feel to speak in front of a national audience with no rehearsal or preparation. "Good morning America-- and to our viewers overseas, my apologies for interrupting your program... 'Tis'?" she paused, squinting her eyes harder at the teleprompter. "Tis a joy to appear before you all, for the first time ever, to deliver the latest breaking news as it happens. Today's broadcast is sponsored by the Robin Red Casino, located in scenic hellfire-"

The newscast was momentarily stalled as the caster bit her lower lip and pushed one hand down on the flat surface of the desk to steady herself. She seemed to have suddenly lost her train of thought on the nonsense she was narrating.

"In news today, the Soldiers of Fortune, world renowned mercenaries led by the notorious Fortuna, have surrendered their arms and assets to the Robin Red Casino. Once feared the world over for their scurrilous ways, they have now laid down their arms and serve as amicable employees. Those who wish to see for themselves should v-v-visit..."

She clenched her teeth and pressed both hands down beneath the desk, seemingly around where her groin ought to be, like she was struggling with a need to use the restroom or something like that. The microphone momentarily picked up a sort of slurping, sucking noise.

"Visit the Robin Red Casino, where you can win big playing against the toughest ladies in the business. Ladies' night is every night, including reduced admission. Our women will love your company and you'll love the opportunity to get a closer look at the bounty of our casino, including treasures like these." She paused and grabbed both of her over-sized breasts in her hands, jiggling them up and down inside of her blazer so that her tie came untucked in the process. "As for Robin Redd, her vigilance never sleeps. At this very moment-"

Smith squirmed her shoulders this way and that, now keeping her hands locked on the arms of her chair. As the rolling chair pushed slightly away from the desk, a bit of her lower body became visible, making it clear that for whatever reason, despite the sharp dressing she'd initially displayed, she was naked from the waist down. Another woman's head with vibrantly blond hair briefly came into view between her legs, before two hands reached up and pulled the chair back closer to the table, then the head dipped back out of view.

"BIT has been selected as the next target of the m-mm-oooh! Modern day hero, Robin Redd, who is looking to in-nuuooohgh!" Smith paused, crumpling up the sheets of paper on the desk in her hand and sinking down in the chair. A spray from between her legs came out so powerfully that a bit shot onto the desk's surface. "Looking to inundate a variety of beauties into service at her casino, where they will work off their debts to societ-ieeee! Rejoice for the emissary of the Lord, the beautiful and charismatic, Robin Redd! Three cheers, hip hip hur- aaaah!" Smith shouted in an unusually girlish voice, kicking out with one leg in frustration and causing the desk to topple over.

When it did, Robin's angel-combined form could be seen, using both hands to spread Smith's legs out to the sides. With Colline in control, Robin had been eagerly licking Smith's slit throughout the whole broadcast-- her face and the upper part of her suit were wet with the spray that she'd managed to get out of Smith so far during the hidden watersports. Even now, she still had her tongue inside, her nose nestled up into the tuft of hair at Smith's mound while her jaw and tongue worked up and down rhythmically.

The blushing camera girl gasped, quickly shutting off the camera.

Smith finally loosened up her tie to its usual level of dishevelment, slumping back in her seat and looking exhausted. "Hey what kind of kinky shit was that anyway?! Aren't you supposed to be an angel?" Smith asked, repositioning her leg to kick Robin in the shoulder with her bare foot.

"Well, tis a punishment, remember. I wanted to add a punish-y element to it. Just putting you on air, like you'd originally dreamed of being, wouldn't really count, so that's why I added the otherwise unnecessary cunnilingus element! It wasn't something I wanted to do, it was just necessary as a factor of punishment, you understand?" Colline giggled, wiping her face with a stack of papers. "Tis not for my own satisfaction."

"Well, yeah, you're the one licking and I'm the one receiving, so I get that it's not for your satisfaction. It's just kind of backwards. Shouldn't I be the one licking you? I'm told I'm kind of good at it."

"O-Oh, really? Well... perhaps after the broadcast, if you're offering, we could-"

"Ahem! Ten minutes is up. That whole fiasco was on air, live, by the way. You two really have no standards of how ya'll appear on television," Lyra sighed. "That's why ya'll don't have a future in the industry!"

"Not exactly how I wanted to make a TV Debut," Smith admitted. "But I have to say, Robin, you're pretty good with that silver tongue of yours."

Robin laughed, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly as Colline left her. "That was really more my guardian angel taking the wheel. I'll give you the unassisted version later, maybe?" she whispered, then offered a flirty wink.

"How about you just focus on not losing both our souls to Lyra first, huh?" Smith retorted, standing up and hiding her lower body nudity with the wad of papers as she stumbled off stage. "I gotta go find some pants, but I'll be right back. I don't wanna miss seeing you do this to Lyra."

"Maybe I'll tag Betty in when the time comes. Colline's driving my body like someone who doesn't care if they break it!" Robin muttered to herself, rubbing at her aching jaw. "Talk about 'works in the service of the Lord!'"

"Apologies, Ms. Redd. I-I get a little carried away sometimes..." the angel sobbed from her shoulder.

TO BE CONTINUED WITH NEXT CHALLENGER