She gives in

It was like a switch clicked in Empathica's mind. She KNEW this was what she deserved, that it was the right thing to do. With a sneer on her face she strutted boldly towards the first guard.

"That's it, my pet," Cobrina cooed to herself, shivering with excitement.

"Bank's closed, ma'am," the burly guard snapped. He couldn't help but give Empathica a once-over with his eyes, taking in her slutty clothes and impressive curves, but he didn't loosen his grip on the rifle held across his chest. The other guards glanced in his direction but were too well-trained to be distracted for long--they had other responsibilities, watching for potential threats coming from other directions.

"I'm not here for the bank, you muscular stud, you!" Empathica giggled like a bimbo. "You see," she leaned up and whispered in his ear, "I've got this fetish about powerful men, and I'm a nymphomaniac." His eyes widened, then she continued, "And I can't resist having you fuck me, right now."

The guard cleared his throat, then grabbed his walkie-talkie. "I'm taking my break, boss," he declared, and was answered with a curt, "Roger. You'd better be back in that spot in fifteen minutes, Harris. Over and out." Empathica knew this was far more time than the helpless mortal would be able to survive her style of sexual dominance.

"Come over here," he said aggressively, thinking it would enhance his stature as a "powerful man" in this slutty numpho's eyes. He led her towards a dark alleyway next to the bank, and she followed, the heels of her stiletto shoes clicking through the night. Once they were out of sight, the guard turned a predatory gaze on Empathica. "Fifteen minutes, bitch. Make it good!"

"Oh, I will," she thought, "I will!" The girl narrowed her eyes before dropping to her knees in front of him, then leaned forward to zip down the fly of his standard-issue uniform. She reached in and pulled his surprisingly small member out from his underpants. "It's so BIG!" she exclaimed, feeling his surge of pride and surprise. "Suck it, cunt!" She was only too happy to oblige, taking him into her mouth expertly, using her lips and tongue to draw him to full length in only a minute. She backed off, clearly disappointing the guard. "What are you doing, bitch? I'm not done yet!"

Empathica rose to her full height and yanked up her skin-tight mini-skirt, revealing her shaved pussy below. The guard was shocked to see that she wore no panties, and didn't complain when she aggressively backed him against the wall, her body flat against his own. She expertly reached down and guided his small love missile into her cunt, which was indeed sopping wet and ready to be fucked. "Just stand there and take it," she ordered as her body began to grind up and down. The sensations were unlike anything the guard had ever felt, so he was not about to challenge her newfound assertiveness.

Soon Empathica was slamming her body against his, ramming his tool to the hilt with each thrust. He grunted each time, the pleasure washing over him (and therefore her) in waves. As Empathica felt an orgasm building she leaned in and smothered the guard's mouth with a powerful kiss. He eagerly returned it, feeling her cunt squeeze and pulse on his dick. For what seemed like five minutes her body bucked and shook, eventually milking a powerful spurt of semen out of his helpless cock. After this, her cunt squeezed like a vise and her kiss took on a new intensity. With a lock at both points, Empathica unleashed a dark magic she didn't know she possessed (that in all actuality came from Cobrina). Through both connection points she literally sucked the life and soul from the helpless guard, whose body shook weakly beneath her. Empathica felt charged with power, absorbing his life's energy into her own transformed body.

When her dark work was finally done she backed away, released the guard's mouth first, then his dick which slipped out of her with a wet THWOCK. His lifeless body slumped to the ground, and Empathica looked down with no sorrow or sympathy. "Not a bad fuck for such a little dick," she declared as she pulled her skirt back down. She strutted out of the alley, looked at Cobrina and licked her lips, then turned her predatory gaze on the other guards, trying to decide which to take next.

There was a Nordic god, or so it seemed, with chiseled features, a blonde flat-top, and the deepest blue eyes she'd ever seen. There was a gruff-looking one who hadn't shaved in a couple of days, but Empathica sensed a deep sexual perversion in him that intrigued her. And the third one was a real surprise--a butch woman who radiated sexual power in an Amazonian kind of way. Decisions, decisions...