BLAST THE COPS WITH A MASSIVE SPRAY OF MILK-CUM

Time to excecute the most prestigious of tricks in the Great Big Book of Masturbation: hands-free ejaculation.

While extending your arms for handcuffing, you flex your chest, letting your dicknipples spring loose from under your tank top. Immediately, you focus your innermost energies, into the lewdest, most perverted thoughts you can possibly manage. All those nights, getting fucked into sore, raw mince meat by The Miles, sharing onaholes with them, ruining their orgasms for sport, and seeing how many of them you could stick inside you at once... You **** these images to cascade up from you loins and into everywhere in your strangely-equipped torso, and begin to spew cum.

The two cops in front of you are torn from their feet by the powerwasher-like spray, immobilized in the sticky ooze of your semen and temporarily blinded by a blanket of off-white goo. What an effective attack! If you can learn to do that often enough, you could be a supercriminal.

The other cops have their hands full trying to wrest control of The Miles. When a few of them abandon their lubed silicone shields to unholster their guns, their respective Miles coil around the cops' legs and trip them over.

Sophie: "YES! Free your comrades, tie those cops up and let's vamoose!"

Now having superior numbers, The Miles eventually gain control of their ranks. They bust through the kitchen, immobilising all backup agents and officers, and paving a clear getaway for their Mistress. The kitchen's backdoor leads into an alley that's been surrounded by police. The Miles block off the entire area from view, while you ride one large Mile up onto the nearest roof.

The Miles are fairly useless as reconnaissance, as they are mute, and you've not yet developed a functioning sign language with them. As their skin is bullet proof however, they are able to view the street safely and relay information to you from yes-and-no questions.

Sophie: "Is there a SWAT team?"

One of the Miles nods.

Sophie: "Ah, fuck!"

You kick away a single Miles that misinterpreted that as a command.

Sophie: "Here's the plan. Send smaller Miles down there and disarm anybody you can find. The larger ones will crush the guns that you've retrieved. Then, I want you to steal an armored SWAT van and clear it out of personnel. Carry it over on the rooftop. I'll get in, and you ride it out of the city."

The Miles seem to be in agreement of this plan, and begin to excecute it. Soon enough, three of your largest Miles plonk down an armored van onto the roof. You hastily climb into the back and close the door. After slapping the door twice as indication, the van rolls into action, flying over the city streets out of the now-disarmed law enforcement's reach.

The windowless van doesn't offer much in the way of a view, but at least you'll be safe in the case The Miles missed any snipers or patrolling officers. For half an hour you whizz through the skies, well over the city boundaries and way off from any roads. The Miles only stop after being sure that nobody could follow them for that long.

The van creaks to a halt in a secluded cove in the middle of a forest. You stroll outside to inspect the surroundings. The first thing that you pay notice to is that The Miles are apparently capable of stretching for literal miles. While the police will be slowed down considerably, they'll be able to easily follow The Miles; all of whom are still firmly planted on your living room floor.

Sophie: "Y'all need to vamoose! The cops are after me. Go a mile backwards, then change direction and lead the cops astray from here. I'll meet you in two days in... the flood tunnels underneath Los Angeles. Send only a single small Miles there, and have every single other Miles split up and spread out at the same time so the cops can't follow you all. We'll improvise from there."

The Miles hastily retreat, trying not to breach much of the forest undergrowth in the process. Seems that now you're on the lam.

Sophie: "Dammit! I'll never get the cops off of my ass now. What to do, what to do...?"