Enter Margie, a trigger-happy mall cop

The lady jolted, poked her head out, and pointed her arms at the group upon walking out from behind the cement column. Nuwa didn’t see any men in her immediate line of sight, so she opened her eyes. The lady looked to be in her early fifties. She was white, about 5’7”, thick everywhere, but just shy of obesity, had curly brown hair, and wore glasses. She had the kind of face that had all the features scrunched up around the nose.

The peeper lady said in a nervous voice, “I- I wasn’t-.. What is wrong with you people!?”

Wearing a look of amusement, Nuwa asked, “What do you expect to accomplish with a laser pointer?”

Ash giggled and Ben cough-laughed, but Kiesha seemed fretful. The lady looked a little ridiculous, with her pants holding the bottom half of her belly under her belt at her midriff to form a sizable buttgina, but she did wear a security guard’s uniform and had a badass walkie talkie. This was definitely someone who could get them in trouble.

The lady fumbled to put her laser away and pulled out her actual weapon. With more authority in her voice, and her face scrunching even further so as to smush all her facial features together into a croissant shape, she said, “..Quiet! I now hold in my hands a taser! Here’s how it’s going to go, you rapscallions! Y’all are going to follow me to the administrative office so I can write up that harlot in the white suit.”

Nuwa liked the way those triple chins flapped. ‘This lady would make for good comic relief. Sort of like a court jester!’ she thought with a smirk and replied, “Is that so? Write me up for what?”

“P-public indecency, of course!” the lady practically sputtered.

Nuwa twirled her hair and mumbled, “What’s the big deal about that?”

Kiesha whispered with a fair amount of fear, “It could get us put in the sex offender registry and be a black mark on our record for the rest of our lives.”

“Kiesha!” Nuwa lectured her quietly, “Let me give you a bit of advice. Lawyers only bring up the law when it benefits them. They bend it to their will. You should be looking for excuses and loopholes, not worst case scenarios. Do you understand?”

“Uh.. yes ma’am.” said Kiesha with a lowered head.

Nuwa shouted over to the lady, blatantly ignoring the former accusation. “What’s your name, lady?”

Perhaps out of intimidation at Nuwa’s innate nobility, the lady obediently responded, “Margie.” before shaking her head and once again shouting, “Quiet.. you.. beautiful people.. you! I am not afraid to use this!”

For some reason, Ash found that hilarious, so he went from giggling to laughing. He was still tied up against the car with a wet spot on his pants. Recalling that fact, Nuwa let go of her restraints on Ash. Ben tried to say in as soothing of a voice as he could, “Margie, please calm down. We don’t mean no harm.”

Kiesha stood up straight and said with bursting pride in her eyes, “That’s right! How do you know we aren’t conducting a theater production of the raunchy variety here? This is art and it's entirely legal! For you to accuse us of criminal misconduct is preposterous!”

Nuwa gushed at Kiesha's lightspeed moral corruption and gave her plenty of proud nods each time the lawyer-in-training looked over to her for validation. Then again, that made the whole thing sort of obvious.

Margie blinked her eyes in incredulity at the overt gaslighting and asked, “Where’s your cameraman?”, but the next thing she saw was that all the wet stains and spots were gone. “Huh?!” She looked between Nuwa, Kiesha, Ben, and the softly laughing Ash in befuddlement. All the evidence was gone!

Nuwa hid the cum in her suit and started moving closer to Margie in her heels as if gliding upon the asphalt. “Kiesha’s right, Margie dear. Perhaps you’re jumping to conclusions.”

Margie’s eyes opened wide and she shouted with her goblin face, “Stay back!”

Nuwa did not stop her approach. “Oh come now, you aren’t actually going to-”

The pudgy lady, in her panic, did indeed shoot her taser. She was probably driven to desperation over why she couldn’t take her eyes off Nuwa, no matter how much she tried looking away. At the same time, the single button on Nuwa’s suit randomly came undone exposing her entire torso. Ash's wardrobe malfunction customization struck again.

“-oh?” Nuwa exclaimed awkwardly, noticing both incidents at the same time, but too late to react to either.

A taser has two probes which reach out towards its target. These probes are stainless steel barbed needles intended to pierce both clothing and flesh. The metal delivers charge via copper wires connecting back to the device, which ensure that, once the circuit is established, all of the target’s voluntary muscles are paralyzed by the powerful current. That is how a taser was supposed to work.

One of the probes barely pierced Nuwa’s nipple and the other pierced partway into the same tit’s underboob. Zapping sounds that sounded like *trrtrrrtrrtrrrrtrrtrr* emanated continuously from the device. Ash, Ben, Kiesha, and Margie had varying reactions of shock from horror to covering the face.

“OH my!” Nuwa said loudly while looking down at her tased tit. A warm smile spread on her face, “That feels GOOD. I’ll keep you around after all. This hot feeling.. hmmm.. it’s sort of addicting.”

She whispered to herself, “Much more pleasant than the old geezer Zeus’ lightning. Even better than groping!”

The eyes of the group behind her twitched at her casual reaction to something that should be able to incapacitate a 300 pound man. They shouldn’t have bothered worrying.

Margie had her mouth open wide as Nuwa slapped one boob with the other to dislodge the barbed tips. There was only two small red spots for a second before healed skin appeared to return the F cup boobs to pristine condition. “Wouldn’t want your taser to burn out too soon, right? I don’t know how they work but I’m expecting regular doses of that good stuff.” Nuwa mentioned as she buttoned her jacket back up. In reality, if that taser hit anywhere other than her chest or lower belly area, then she would probably be out cold. On that same line of reasoning, if it was aimed anywhere else besides her chest, then she would have prepared some cum shields to block it. Her expertise in combat was well-honed after living so long and being lusted after for so long.

“Come along, now. I’m excited to shop! Teehee!” the former Goddess squealed with visible joy.

Ash and Ben shook their heads and followed her, while Kiesha pulled along the completely stunned Margie, who passively moved under the young black girl’s direction. Margie quickly recovered, ran back to pick up her used taser cartridge, and put in a new one. Then, she returned to Kiesha’s side and tried to speak.

Before she could begin her interrogation, however, Nuwa called her up to the front. “Margie! Lead me forward. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.”

“You witch-thing! Why are you acting so familiar with me? I don’t know you one bit!” abruptly shouted the confused lady.

‘Funny girl. She’s either very dumb, has a lot more guts than I gave her credit for, or both.’ Nuwa thought with mirth. She pulled Margie up next to her with cumkinesis, which inevitably put the middle-aged lady into even further panic.

Swinging her arm around Margie’s shoulder, Nuwa said, “Calm down, lass. Let go of that walkie talkie and take me to where I can find some nice and fancy clothes. If you do well, I’ll whip you up a potion to get rid of all that pesky excess fat. You’ll look like you’re 30 again!”

Margie settled down after hearing that. With utmost seriousness, she asked, “I only have one question for you. Did you vote for Trump?”

“Sure?” Nuwa replied, having no idea what she was talking about.

“Good! I’ll trust you.” Margie nodded smugly to herself as she arbitrarily decided to turn a blind eye to a supernatural sex offender in return for magical weight loss.

Kiesha, Ben, and Ash had to resist the urge to facepalm at how much politics had reshaped some people’s realities.

Cheerfully, Nuwa replied, “Haha, good! That’s what I like to hear.”

The mall opened up as they exited the parking garage and Nuwa immediately felt a large number of people groping her. Her smile faded away into a frown. This time, she dedicated most of her willpower to ignoring the bazaar of groping taking place on her body.

Her Christian sensibilities brought a light blush to her face. She brought her arm off from around Margie’s shoulder and to her arm. She also imperceptibly shrunk her shoulders together. This deemphasized how much her slutty suit jacket showed off her cleavage. If Ash or Ben were standing in front of her, they would notice that her originally 100% shameless and domineering persona was beginning to crack.

Of course, it was still dominant. In her sexth sense, Nuwa saw many people who could be classified as 'discriminated' who she was highly attracted to. As someone who was used to getting whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, she had difficulty holding herself back. Only her willpower and narcissistic focus on shopping for new outfits kept her from ‘hunting’ to feed her lower mouth, like she did with Ash when they first met.

Margie spoke, “In here.” They took a turn into a sparsely populated place where Nuwa could sense no men, only pretty ladies. She opened her eyes and was immediately disappointed. It was all underwear! There was risque underwear too, and much of it was very sexy, but it was not her style. She usually avoided underwear altogether. Nuwa closed her eyes again and shook her head, “Next.” The original group seemed disappointed at not getting to see Nuwa in lingerie, but she didn’t care. They were here to serve her, not the other way around.

Leading Nuwa by the arm over to the next place, Margie explained, “This is one of the newer places. It has expensive Halloween costumes that people shop for year-round. Mostly harlots like yerself and their hordes of useless admirers.”

Ash said with excitement, “Cosplay!”

Ben and Kiesha were also excited, but upon hearing the term ‘cosplay’, Nuwa was not impressed. She didn’t like the idea of overly elaborate makeup or pieces that could fall off an outfit at any time. On top of being vain, she also hated spending too much time preparing a look, only for it to come apart.

Her outfits as a Goddess were always something she could throw on with minimal work. They were also enchanted to repair themselves if she got into a battle, so even if they were pieces that could fall off, they could put themselves back.

Honestly though, Nuwa became interested in the cosplay selection from sensing how many boys with erections were standing around the pretty girls. They didn’t even notice her come into the place because they were staring so lecherously at the store attendants. If they did, their eyes would be locked on her like most of the people passing by the store. Her sexth sense only saw naked bodies and other sexualized objects, so she was tempted to open her eyes to see the cosplay girls, but she knew that would lead to a big mess with how many erections were in clear sight. She wouldn't walk right into a mess without a plan.

Only two of the girls seemed in their element with the excess of male attention. The others uncomfortably glanced at an older woman occasionally, probably their manager. This did not sit well with Nuwa. If she came across an injustice, she would either rectify it or show the girls what they could do to save themselves by example. She had plenty of options.

‘I could just whistle and everyone would be drawn to look at me instead. That would be the simplest way to save the girls from their current discomfort, but it wouldn't help in the long run. Unfortunately, I can tell many of the unattractive men here are virgins. Exactly my type and also the type to make me angry. Even the simplest option is a hassle. Maybe I should suck it up, toss a cosplay outfit on, and try to resolve Whack-a-dong by jerking off everyone in sight for however long it takes until it’s over? I might get full control over all erections near me! Or would it only act on the compulsion aspect? Would I gain the ability to give my enemies compulsions to uncontrollably whack off dongs? Hmmm, either way sounds worthwhile enough to not use an Eraser on. Perhaps Margie could help facilitate this so I don't get in trouble? Decisions, decisions.'