Betrayal at home.

Libertygirl heard Helda open the door and leave the vehicle, but she did not follow. She needed a moment. Needed control again. The drive had been upsetting. Her breath was heavy as though she had run a mile, yet her body felt no lethargy. Contrarily, it felt everything, a need for something she dared not say. Helda hadn’t turned off the car. Why not? Libertygirl squirmed in her seat, legs crossing, uncrossing, all to no avail. The warmth between her legs was constant and demanding, unabated, her breath slow and labored, cheeks flushed. She felt hot, her mind muddled, the conversation echoing through her thoughts with determined regularity but slipped about her attempts to examine it. Where Helda had brushed her cheek the flesh still tingled tantalizingly. She touched the spot, and shuddered at the sudden thrill.

Realizing what she was doing Libertygirl tore her hand away, furious with herself. In an attempt to take her mind off the sensation she studied the home before her.

It was large and sumptuous, practically a manor, with a light cream colour, the house nestled amongst a small collection of trees like a mother hen in her nest. Empty lots surrounded the home providing ample breathing space and a peaceful, relaxed atmosphere. In every window the shades were drawn giving the place a relaxed, peaceful look. A family home by all appearances. Peaceful and at ease.

Libertygirl narrowed her eyes behind her mask at the building. How could a teacher afford a place such as this?

She jumped at the slight tap upon the window. Helda smiled back. “Aren’t you coming in? Melissa’s right inside.”

Libertygirl stared back for a moment. “I…Yes! Melissa. I’m…coming.” Burning with sudden shame Libertygirl **** open the door with far more **** than necessary and exited the car and stood tall, head bowed. She had forgotten! She had forgotten all about Melissa. Leathers creaked as she tightened her fists, jaw clenched as she faced that fact. What kind of a superhero forgets the person they are trying to rescue?

Standing in the fresh air put her in good stead at once. Though he cheeks still glowed with humiliation she could feel the rest of her body gradually cool down. She would dearly have liked to remain outside but she did not forget Helda this time. Looking at the woman Libertygirl felt herself grow warm again in annoyance at the amused smile, worn by the older woman as she leaned upon the car hood, face in her hands, and breasts on full display revealing tantalizing pale flesh and black lace just between unbuttoned blouse…

In a **** step Libertygirl marched towards the home. She could not afford to show any more weakness than she already had. And how it was difficult not to gasp when a breeze brushed against her sensitive skin, and not even her new conviction could stem the flush from climbing her face as she felt Helda’s gaze pouring over her form.

Helda let them in, and as soon as she entered Libertygirl paused once more. The whole house was dusky, the only light peeping through slits in the drawn shades to reveal the dim allure of object’s outlines. Her nostrils flared. There was a scent in here. Something tangy and spicy, familiar though she could not place it definitively.

“Do you live with anyone else?” Libertygirl asked, sniffing the air surreptitiously as she tried to recall that smell.

“No,” Helda replied as she moved away. “Just Melissa and I. It’s nice to have company. Long evenings are longer still without company to enjoy it with.” Helda threw her head back sending hair tumbling and smiled. “But I’m sure you know all about those.”

Libertygirl ignored the jab. “Where are you going?”

“Get Melissa her medicine,” Helda replied with laughter in her voice, still moving as though she had no reason to suspect Libertygirl’s sudden suspicion. “I normally give it to her when I get home, but now is as good a time as any.”

On the verge of protesting, Libertygirl suddenly realized the opportunity presented. She could speak with Melissa alone before Helda arrived; perhaps get some straight answers out of the girl before this vamp of a councilor could come. “Where’s Melissa? I’d like to start right away.”

“Down the hall, up the stairs,” came Helda’s reply as she slipped around a shaded corner. “Third door on your right.”

Libertygirl started off at once. Moving through the house she took a moment to examine the depths of the home. It was larger than she had supposed from an outside look. One could fit nearly a dozen people inside just the ground floor and no one would ever know. She walked lightly, drawn blinds flicking by, the slivers of light making the darkness seem lighter, almost teasing. Libertygirl inhaled deeply, the scent filling her, her attempts to place it making her every other sense more fine and sensitive. Every sound in the house whispered to her ears, the warm air making her costume feel tight and uncomfortable. How could anyone be comfortable in this place wearing anything? She licked her lips. She could practically taste the incense filling the house.

If she hoped the scent might abate as she climbed the stairs she was sorely disappointed. A solitary hall lay before her, doors on either side. A single window sat at the end, shades drawn, billowing slightly like the hem of a low cut dress. Libertygirl slowly paced down the floor, feet sinking into the soft, deep carpet.

She paused by the third door and listened intently. The creak of Helda moving down the hall. The wind outside caressing the house. The rustle of blankets…there!

Grabbing the knob she turned and pulled the door open.

The scent, so tangible before, crashed into her like a wave, filling her senses with its heady intoxication. She blinked, nearly stumbling, then froze and gaped at what lay beyond the door.

A large room whose corners were masked in shadow, a single massive bed dominated the center like a trophy case. Blankets cast about, wrinkled and curled, throw pillows strewn about like the inside of a harem tent, and in the center of this lay Melissa. Rocketgirl blinked, stretching lethargically in the faint light streaming from behind Libertygirl, her toes curling in pleasure, hair draping the pillows like a halo, her breasts proud and nipples erect, wide hips spreading lithe legs to display a deep cunny with lips puffed in arousal. Libertygirl gasped, a hand flying to her mouth as she stared at the swollen belly of her fellow superheroine, projecting proudly from her nude body. Pregnant! As Libertygirl watched Rocketgirl groaned, tweaking a swollen nipple causing it to weep sweet smelling milk.

“Beautiful isn’t she?” Surprised, Libertygirl tried to turn around, only to feel a strong hand grasp her, and the prick of a needle entering her neck. “Just like you,” Helda breathed into Libertygirl’s ear as she pushed down on the plunger and filled the superheroine’s body with the toxin.