A unique 'individual'

Zendaya moans uninhibitedly into the bedsheets as the cock slams deeper into her pussy, bumping her sensitive cervix. The actress rocks her hips in time with your thrusts, maximising the power of each entry into her arched abdomen. As you pound her tight pussy relentlessly her moans become screams, then mindless wails. You feel her thighs trembling, threatening to falter, but you pay them no mind, your hands on her hips the only support her body needs. Finally you slam balls-deep into the young woman, and feel your cannon fire directly into her womb. Her eyes roll up into her head as her tongue lolls out of her mouth, her mind unable to withstand the ordeal she had just been through. As you pull out, releasing a creampie plug from her gaping hole, the **** girl's trembling body morphs back into the familiar form of the Contortionist. You sigh, wiping yourself off on Maid Esmée's waiting lips. It won't be long before you have free use of the real Zendaya, and every other celebrity you've ever fantasised about.

Your thoughts are interrupted as Amy comes bursting in. She jealously appraises the scene, then says, "{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, come to the atrium. You're going to want to see this."

You follow her through to the open living area. Lauren is desperately masturbating on the couch, whining as she fails to reach orgasm - another punishment you gave her after she failed to learn the first time. Asami is sitting next to her, apparently unbothered by the other girl's noises. Despite the allure of the bimbo savagely groping her huge tits, your attention is immediately drawn to the giant flatscreen TV - or more accurately, the near-naked gun-toting women displayed on it. Not just any women, though, and not just anywhere; it's the Houses of Parliament, and every single woman appears to be identical to the others.

"She's called Gemini, an appropriate name given her power to duplicate herself indefinitely," explains Rachel, coming up behind you. In the few days since her fight with Ultragirl she's made a remarkable recovery, now able to walk with the assistance of a crutch in one hand, though her other arm is still in a sling. "They think she got in on a public tour, cloned herself into a small army, and overwhelmed security with sheer numbers. She's taken at least eighty-five MPs hostage."

You watch the broadcast as Ultragirl turns from where she was conferring with police and Miss Veritas - or as you know her, Khara - to float over to where four Gemini stand guard outside the main entrance, their weapons ready.

"What do you want?" Ultragirl's clear, cold voice is barely picked up by the reporters' microphones.

"We demand the government to immediately repeal the Mutant Act, and allow mutants like me to live in peace," says one of the brunettes, her voice quavering slightly as she looks up at the figure hovering above her, golden hair billowing in the wind.

Ultragirl places her hands on her hips. "That's going to be difficult whilst you're occupying the Houses of Parliament."

"Well, figure it out!" Gemini's voice raises. "Because I'm fucking tired of running and hiding just because I want to live my own life. And I will start killing hostages if you don't comply. One every hour, starting with the Home Secretary. Now go back to your bosses and tell them that this isn't a negotiation."

For a moment you think Ultragirl is about to punch the girl into the Thames - but then, her fists clenched, she flies back to talk to Miss Veritas and the security forces. The camera turns back to the reporter. "For those of you that don't know, the Mutant Act passed earlier this year restricted the rights of any adult possessing potentially dangerous mutant abilities. It requires them to be register with the Special Pantheon for Extraordinary and Rarefied Mutations, and comply with any and all safety restrictions demanded by that institution. Whilst the Act faced controversy, polls have found most members of the public support..."

You mute the TV. "It's a terrible plan. The superheroes will pick her to pieces, now they have that girl who can walk through walls - what was her name?"

"Phantom," provides Rachel.

"Exactly. Gemini may have the numbers advantage, and hostages, but she couldn't even gather the resources to clothe her clones in anything but underwear."

"That doesn't mean it's not an opportunity for you, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," says Amy.

"Ultragirl is extremely rigorous in following proper procedure, and obeying her superiors," explains Asami. "The rest of the superheroes follow her lead. I calculate they will take at least two and a half hours to develop and enact a plan of action."

"Which gives you plenty of time to bring Gemini into the fold," finishes Amy, looking up at you excitedly.

You consider for a second, then nod. "Get me my suit, and revive the Contortionist. I feel like visiting London."