Nzinga’s Episode

A fifty-something in a pink shirt answered the door. Off in the distance, some neighbor was revving their motorcycle, and seemingly not going anywhere. Really screwing with the audio levels on this shot. Nzinga greeted her with a nod. "Your husband is cheating on you and I’m here to get you ****!” She said a little louder than she had to, you know because of the nearby motorcycle.

The woman's eyes bulged out of her head. “What?” She saw twenty-five years of marriage evaporate before her.

“Mom, that’s for me! Mom!” Then a twenty-something entered the door frame, shoving her mother back inside. “Sorry, sorry you’re here for me, I’m Cassidy.”

“Oh.” Nzinga cast an apologetic smile at the older woman deeper in the house. “I’m sure your husband is very faithful!”

“Are you really here to make my boyfriend pay?” She had a nasty vengeful look that made Nzinga warm to her immediately.

Nzinga looked away Cooley and brought her shades up from her face. She looked around the block, in everyplace U.S.A. “How about we grab something to eat and you can tell me the details.”

Cassidy Hutchinson

Vengeful Woman

"Hey ya'll I'm Cassidy, I'm twenty years old, and am currently going to OWU on a softball scholarship."

"Lovely to meet you, Cassidy. Have you ever thought about being on T.V?"

"Aren't I on it right now?"

"Sure, but I'm talking about a whole season of television. You've got such a nice athletic build I think you'd be great for a season of Harem Hotel."

"Ummm..."

"Don't worry you don't have to say yes right now, we'll be in contact."

Nzinga chomped down on a chili dog, and chewed happily. "Ooooh my word, these things are good!"

"Told ya." Cassidy wound up for a pitch, and let another softball rocket towards the king. The two of them were on an empty baseball field. The empty place looked a little sad in the winter, with its grey skies, and snow-kissed fields. If anything it welcomes the off-season, company

Nzinga held her dog in her mouth, and swung, sending that softball off into the distance. Just like the one before it, and the twelve before that one.

"Dang, you've hit everyone!" Cassidy's eyes are wide with amazement.

Nzinga shrugs. "I had a really good breakfast." That buffet was no lie. She was feeling, faster, stronger than she ever had in life. Even the colors seemed brighter. "So you just got home for the break, and everyone knew?"

"Yeah, everyone thought we broke Up because he'd been sleeping with Jessica on the reg right in the open."

"That's terrible."

"I know! If he'd just broken up with me, I would have been okay, but it's like... I wasted all that time in college being faithful for nothing!" She threw another angry pitch at Nzinga and finally this one went flying past her. Almost took her head off too. "Then he acts like everything is all good when I get home! I had to find out from a friend when he saw us together. I must have looked so stupid walking around town with him all in love."

Nzinga nodded, finishing off her chilidog. "MmmMmm. So we got an underachieving boyfriend who's too lazy to even break it off." Nzinga smiles. "Oh yeah, we can work with that." She taps her bat on the ground and raises it over her shoulder. "C'mon! Playball!"

On his second day of life, Stan was getting a little stir crazy, so when Nzinga finally made her way up to his floor, he was ready to go with jeans and a baseball shirt.

Our king was likewise ready, but her plans seemed to be a little more domestic. When the door was opened and she was revealed our king was hearing a leather sleeveless bodice, that hugged the torso of her mighty frame. Its collar went up to her neck, where a metal ring stood ready to be latched to any surface a master could want. Her skirt was a meer accessory, and covered maybe half of her round cheeks, and gave no sense of modesty to her at all. Red boots went all the way up to her thighs, and when Stan answered, she was smoking a cigarette. “Hey there.” She husked.

Stan’s eyes went wide. “W-wow. Hey.” Somehow this was more titillating than Eve’s complete nakedness from last night.

“Can I come in?” She flicked her cigarette off into the distance, and it vanished before it hit the ground.

“Actually I’ve kind of been cooped up here for a while. I was wondering if you wanted to go get a drink or…”

“We can order in.” Nzinga seductively pushed him inside and kicked the door closed behind her. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked. “Mmm mmm mmm you were a good idea. She continued to gently herd him towards the bed. “I wish it could have been you the whole time.”

“Oh thanks!” He laughs nervously a good deal of his brainpower spent on keeping him from tripping over his feet. But it’s all useless when he hits the bed and falls backward. “You’re really beautiful.” He said, looking up at her.

“Same to you.” She winks at him, and drops to her knees, red leather outfit squeaking as she does. “You know I’m Gluttony right?” She unbuttons his jeans, and tugs them to his knees. “That means I’m just Ravenous for dick.”

“Woah!” He grabs his jeans and pulls them back up. “That’s going a little fast, I….”

“That’s alright.” Nizinga gets up and straddles him instead. “We’ve got all night.” She starts to roll her hips, letting his dick throb under a world of pressure.

“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “Stop, I really just want to hang out for a bit.”

“Oh shut up, I can feel you getting hard." She presses him down to the bed and wiggles her hips for emphasis.

“I said stop!” He tries to sit up again but is horrified to find himself pinned against the bed. She’s completely unmoveable.

“Sorry, but as long as I eat breakfast, I’m faster, smarter, and stronger than you.” She shrugs. “I really just ate it so I could be sexier for you, but I suspected something like this might happen.” She continues to gyrate on his lap as she speaks. “It’s going to happen, so you might as well just enjoy it.”

“Fuck, stop it! I don’t want this.”

“But you’re haaard.” Nzinga reaches back to feel his how dick beneath his pants.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m already in first place, but if I’m the one that claims you first, My leads going to be so big, they’ll never catch up. So just relax and I’ll get us what we both want. I had a harem of 60, dude. I know what I’m doing.”

“Help! Someone help!” Stan cried out.

There was a snapping sound, and the next Thing Nzainga knew she was naked on the bed. She was in a spread eagle position, with her four limbs each tied to a post of the bed, and a red bit gag in her mouth. Her eyes were the wide ones now, as she found herself completely immobile. Even her enhanced strength, couldn't break the bonds that held her helpless.

Stan coughed and got to his feet. Feeling short of breath and flushed with animalistic chemicals. “What the fuck? What the fuck?” He heaved, trying to get air into his lungs. “You bitch.” He coughed again. "You bitch!" He wirld around to face her. There shewas bound, helpless, squirming. A lot can happen in just a few seconds. Now she was the weak one, but she had been right about one thing, he was quite hard thanks to her lapdance.

For a moment he felt a dark impulse, like thunder on the horizon of his mind. He could just take her, like give her a taste of her own medicine. It's what she would have done. Surely that would restore his manhood.

But it was a fleeting thought.

Instead, he zipped up his jeans, and ran out of the room, leaving Nzinga alone with her bondage, thoughts, and the **** feeling that she'd just lost the game.

"Hey Eve, can I talk to you?” Nzinga had found Eve tanning on the grand balcony. It was snowing, but she didn’t seem to mind. She did have a nice layer of bimbo blubber keeping her warm. This was a few days after the incident, and word had gotten around. Nzinga was radioactive now, and even Diaochan was avoiding her. Leave it to Gluttony to bite off more than she could chew.

“What’s up?” The falling snow was melting on Eve's buttery skin, giving her a wet sheen.

“I fully respect that the buffet is just as much your place as it is mine.” She pauses gathering her thoughts. After that Fiasco with the master, she was walking on eggshells. “So I want to talk with you about us being more selective with who we let in.”

“Private property is a human construct Nzinga. It’s an unnatural state of things.”

“Sure, but it’s perfectly natural for an animal to protect a watering hole from opponents.”

“Actually that’s not true.” Eve sits up excitedly. “That’s actually quite unnatural. In Eden the fresh waters were infinite, and there was food for all. There was no competition, only games, and fun. This culture of never enough, and everyone out for themselves only happened after I broke the world. Humble brag.”

She might as well had been an alien! Despite being THE HUMAN, she couldn't relate to them whatsoever. Parents really don't understand the plight of their children. “We’re trying to win one of those games Eve. You’re taking away our advantage over the rest by letting them eat there.”

Eve shakes her head. “That’s true, but it’s not like they’re getting ahead of us in any way. Besides it raises everyone’s abilities up, so it’s less likely something bad will happen to them, where they have to be disqualified.”

The snow didn’t even need to touch Nzinga for it to melt. The aura of rage around her was enough. “If you winning is so important, why are you not seeking every advantage over the competition that you can?”

Eve shrugs. “I dunno. I guess I just feel like I could win without losing who I am.”

“Hmm.” Nzinga found it awfully convenient that Eve’s big heart just happened to screw over the only person above her in the rankings. “Okay, Eve let me put it this way. I don’t want anyone else in that buffet, what do you need to make it happen?”

As soon as she says it, Nzinga realizes that was her angle from the very beginning of this conversation. "Mmmm I dunno. You don't have any bonus points, what's that rule about donating 10% of your victory points?"

"You're dreaming, I'm not putting you in the lead."

"The only item you have, I have too." Eve puckers her lips together and makes a funny noise. "Maybe I'm just not a materialistic girl, but I don't think you have anything I want."

"Yeah I get it." Nzinga rubbed the back of her head, and stared out at the snow strewn valley. "I'll see where we land after this challenge and ask again. Okay?"

Eve yawned, bored to the ****, and settled back into her seat. "You know where to find me hon."

“I’m going to be honest.” Cassidy sighed, as she watched Nzinga poke a needle through one of her ex’s condoms. “I was expecting something a little more spooky.” At the moment the two of them were hiding behind a dumpster, on the side of a gas station. Cassidy has snagged the wallet, by virtue of still technically being her guy's girlfriend. Now it was time to enact the plan!

Nzinga gave her a pitying look. “You’ve got to think about the long game, on this. Do you want to ruin his life, or just give him a bad day?”

Cassidy’s vicious demeanor returned. “His life, obviously.”

“Then trust me on this one. I’ll visit is little fling next, and then I’ll be out of here.”

The fit girl pouts. “I wish I didn’t have to wait. I want to see him squirm.”

“I know.” Nzinga pets her on the head. “But women like us, can’t let ourselves get distracted by short-term goals. We play the long game, hmm? You cut his breaks, or slash his tires he's miserable for a day, maybe a few” She chuckled and held up her pierced condom in triumph. "You get that fucker to impregnate a girl, he's miserable for life! Especially since abortions are now hella illegal in Ohio."

"Thanks, Supreme Court! Glad states can regulate my body, but not guns!"

Nzinga nods. "We all are." She tosses Cassidy a few unbroken condoms. "Better start hoarding those, they're coming after contraception next."

"And trans rights."

"And gay rights." Nzinga let out a loud long laugh. "Fuck I'm glad I'm dead."

“Well from the land of the living I just want to say thanks, I think you made my life a lot more entertaining.” Cassidy takes the wallet from Nzinga.

"Hell yeah I did." Nzinga brings the girl in for a hug. "You're going to look at his life every day, smile and say 'That guy fucked with the wrong chick.'"

"Hell yeah!" Cassidy hugs her back. "Good luck with your thing."

"Thanks," Nzinga rubs the back of her neck nervously. "After this week and that abortion joke, Imma need it."