Ambush

The warehouse doesn't look like much from outside: A two story tall building with a flat roof, square, and maybe a hundred feet on a side, faced with painted-white cinderblocks: Small for a warehouse. Knowing my time is limited and my spell points are not, I use Warp to travel (I don't have any components that break stealth when it's just me): One side of the place is cargo doors for trucks, one side has a small office space with a glass front, the other sides are just walls with an occasional fire door. I don't want to open a door, so I Warp in through the glass front, and listen… nobody in the office space, six people breathing slowly and calmly, one person with labored breathing, all in the warehouse proper. Echoes suggest it's mostly open space. Odd.

Also, maxing Perception is awesome.

I find the door to the warehouse proper, open just a crack; Warp again and I'm through… into a big, empty, well-lit space. Concrete floor, several pallets of cement mix arranged in a square in the middle, where I can make out an activity: Four guys playing poker while two keep watch, machine guns in hand. Hmm. I walk over to the group, confident they can't see me… until I step on a section of ‘concrete’ that collapses underneath me. I catch myself with the wings, but the real damage is done: They know someone is here… and any “loud or distracting actions” breaks Fey Invisibility.

Well, renewing it is free… I do so before they react to the noise, and Warp over to inside their little fortress… which is good, as the two goons on watch take shots at where I was, and the other four abandon the card game and arm themselves with similar weapons. I touch the woman - tied up with duct tape to the point where she's practically a mummy, just her tits, ass, nose, and vagina exposed… and yes, she's nude under there, and has clearly suffered ****. A whisper in her ear, “Let's get you out of here…” and an application of Warp, and she's at the far corner of the room. Which means I can ditch the stealth.

As the men curse as they realize their prey is suddenly not in the ‘fortress,’ it's too late for them… I'm blocking the exit. “Lay down your arms,” I yell at them, hopefully loudly enough to be heard over the ringing ears that always follow gunshots.

They just curse and call me names while they fire.

No, my plan wasn't well thought out. But hey, I have a high armor class, DR, lots of hit points, and don't stay dead. Face tanking is far more reasonable under those circumstances. And it does work: Automatic weapons exhaust their ammo fast, only four shots land, and none of them break my skin. I dramatically gesture as I cast a pair of Sleep spells… and two of the bad guys collapse, ****. The other four look at each other, and their weapons clatter to the ground as they charge, swinging their fists. Brave souls. Ineffective, but brave. I switch to Color Spray as they close… and that works better, getting them all down long enough for follow-up Sleep spells to keep them down.

That's when the uniformed officers show up… at which point, I smile, and Warp over to the corner where the woman waits. What was her name? Ah, “Vanessa, you're safe now. Be free!” I use the Liberating Command spell… it gives a huge bonus to Escape Artist checks, grants an immediate check… and it's apparently not enough, even cast twice. Shrugging, I peel off the tape the long way, starting with her face, of course.

Her first words? “Ow! That hurts!” Then a pause, “Thank you.”

“I'm here to help,” I smile as I finish unwrapping her, help her up, then shout across the room, “Can we get a blanket or something over here?” As I wrap a wing around her.

Vanessa blinks as I move the limb, “Wait, what?”

I might be just a little distracted by the sensation of skin… “it's a wing, not a cloak. It's better than covering you with my hands.”

She smiles seductively, “Oh, so you can feel this?” She dips slightly, dragging her milk taps across the skin of the wing.

It is electrifying… and my chest is starting to feel full. “Can I get a rush on that blanket?” I shout at the officers.

“Kinda busy with sleeping beauty here,” Adam laughs back at me as he cuffsone of the kidnappers, “she's a straight-A college girl, with lots of charity under her belt. She can have it, it's fine.”

Ugh. Fine. “Ah… if you're up to it, I could use a little relief….”

“Anything for my hero, what do you need…” she licks her lips, “...anything.”

And it's starting to get painful… “My chest is feeling a little full,” I spread my other wing to give her access, “do you mind…?”

She goes for it, instantly, woth no hesitation, planting her mouth on the body's taps and starts sucking away. My knees buckle at the sensation, and we end up sprawled out on the floor. I hear a whorish woman moaning, and under it, Adam's voice: “Hey, go help her out, eh? I got these guys.” Adam, I am going to kill you, raise you, and kill you AGAIN. But I can't seem to talk to threaten him properly over that stupid whore moaning. But OOH does it feel good to feed four at once.

Still: I have got to figure out where she is….