Fun with ventriloquism

A few thoughts cross your mind. How much do these three know about your power-set, anyway? Since your power over sound is so versatile, you think these ex-thieves don't know everything you're capable of. To their eyes, you are muttering and twitching your mouth in impotent frustration... but in actuality you are bombarding Spade, Diamond and Club with subsonic waves to influence their emotions and make them more even more agitated and confrontational than they already are (though there is a very fine line between that kind of agitation and sexual excitement, as you've discovered a few times in the past).

"Listen you jailbirds," you say, curling your lip and swaying your hips sassily, resting your hands on your black pinskirt-covered thighs. "I was given some responsibilities here, so I need to go and make sure I have clearance to take you aside and get to the bottom of this. You'd better not go anywhere. And don't follow me." you add, keeping your gaze trained on them while smartly turning the rest of your body to march back over to go a' knocking on the rocking squad car.

"Uh oh, she's making a break for it." Spade said cuttingly. "We'd better go over and check in too, don't you think, sis?"

"Oh yeah," Diamond added, swaying her plump hips from side to side eagerly and wearing a superior smirk - the same smirk you imagined that she'd worn when she **** you into your first in-costume fuck in Acropolis City. "I think we had better see just how good a job Miss Security here has been doing as a super-mall-cop. I bet everyone at the League headquarters would love to hear about how well she's been getting along with the city's every-day-heroes in blue."

"Uh, Spadie," says Club, the pale and androgynous young man betraying his uncertainty by rubbing the back of his neck. He leans in to whisper to his sister, which you of course can still overhear perfectly clearly. "R.W. is still watching us here, we've got to be sure that we don't break any rules, and definitely not get in any fights, no matter how much she deserves it..."

Of course your words had been reverse psychology, and you were secretly quite pleased that they'd taken the bait. The smirkingly villainous sisters ended up dragging their brother (who seemed to be the youngest of the three) along after you. Halfway to the car, your stride falters as your nerve is tested - the other female guard on "liason" duty is still getting fucked mercilessly in there, by the looks of it. Your mind goes back to the vague threats the corrupt "Alpha Squad" had made - mightn't it all have been nothing but empty posturing that they'd just gone along with for the promise of some quick, coercive sex? Are you responsible for Jane's current woes?

Well, you decide, it's too late to second guess your actions in the squad car, now. Besides - sometimes, being a superhero isn't about the good, uplifting, altruistic parts. Sometimes it means not having to let someone get away with demeaning or overlooking you.

The window of the patrol car rolls down when you reach it. Spade and Diamond burst into cruel laughter in unison at the mortified expression of the woman with her jacket unbuttoned and her lower body between two sets of men's hips. Although it wasn't possible to see the entirety of the details due to the angle it was abundantly clear that Jane was getting double-teamed. When she gives you a betrayed glance, you have to look away.

"Oh, oh, oh, I thiiink I know what they're all about with this stuff," Spade says, coming up and giving you an unwelcome squeeze around the waist, pressing her bony hip up against your butt as she murmurs next to your ear. "It's not just about 'Drakeson' and the other no-name League drones having the 'loosest slots in town'. They must be so threatened and confused by the sight of people who don't live by their narrow rules," she indicates the fancifully dressed crowd (to be fair, most of them are just colorful; only about 10% are wearing superhero-themed leather fetish gear) "that they begged to be put back in their place, just like the animals they are. If only they'd try things a different way."

Then, as if an afterthought, she adds "Now get out of here, you disgusting pigs, or there will be trouble." Well, actually, it isn't the slender, sharp-tongued Spade who says that, but you, throwing your voice and imitating her. The car door swings open and the thick-necked lieutenant clambers out, casually unholstering his baton. That makes Club, ever the gentleman, take a step in front of his sisters protectively. Meanwhile, the other cops in the car are too preoccupied enjoying Jane - or laying back in a state of post-coital bliss, in the case of the one who'd **** you to ride him - to prevail upon Lt. Diego to not do anything foolish.

Of course, these three were actually supervillains. Diamond and Club may be reliant on technological gadgets, but Spade is a martial artist, and despite her half-starved runway model look, you imagine she can drop this cop without too much trouble. But you want to get her back, too. So, deciding turnabout is fair play for the way she molested you on the roulette wheel, you call upon a refinement of your sound control that you haven't used for a while.

Widening your stance for maximum control over your diaphragm, you direct a high pitched whistle at her from behind. Everyone can hear it, but you don't mind having some attention called to her - as with nothing but the power of your vocal cords, you make Spade's excessively tight thing start vibrating rapidly against her. It is a matter of mere seconds before her knees are knocking together, the pale, slender woman gasping and struggling to maintain her footing in her surprise. Without really thinking she jams her hand down to the source of the irritation and clamps down on it.

"Looks like you're begging for it too. Maybe you're not such a dyke after all?" Diego says crudely. It's probably enough on its own, but just to be sure, you throw your voice again and imitate him to inflame matters further: "I'll show you a good time whether you want it or not, get down on your knees, bitch - and your sister's next."

You are almost worried that your lack of subtlety will make Spade realize what's going on. The resounding crack of her heel slamming into the side of Diego's knee tells you that you were right on the mark. Howling in pain, the corrupt cop reflexively tries to tackle her by the waist. That draws down the fury from the other two - Diamond and Club are on him in a flash, the former planting her foot right in the man's groin.

"Oh shit - that's... fucking... hot..." Halloway groans from inside the car, and Jane gives a sudden gasp, presumably at the sensation of one or both of the cops cumming, as both of them then collapse on her in a sweaty heap, showing much less concern for their friend being jumped than they ought to.

Acting quickly, you throw the door open and grab onto both of Jane's hands. The other woman is too surprised to resist as you drag her out from in between the two satisfied men, and hastens to smooth her skirt back down and button up her jacket now that she's out in the open. Before she can even react you grab her by the wrist and drag her towards the street. Mere moments later, a super whom you don't even recognize has intervened and is pulling the Full House siblings off of the belligerent cop... just in time for a couple of the camera crews there to take pictures of the events to start snapping pictures of the three half-naked, cum-covered cops awkwardly trying to wriggle away from each other in the back seat.

"It isn't pretty... but I'll take it." you say in the manner of a billiards player who'd won with a wild bank shot. "Where are we-" Jane starts to ask, but doesn't get very far before she sees what you'd seen.

The harsh, high-pitched whinny of a horse cuts through the air. A magnificent brown mare is trotting along with a very satisfied looking Officer Waters on her back. For the sake of your sanity you choose to presume that Beast-Beauty shifted back to her human form before letting him fool around with her.

Briefly, you let go of Jane's hand, and your instincts for action take over. To quickly close the distance, you do a running somersault - and before either the equinized Beast-Beauty or her rider can react, you slap the horse hard on the flank, making her rear back with surprise and start galloping right towards the police car and the cameras. Even as you are doing so you are calling upon your sound-control powers yet further. Your lungs burn with effort but you manage to produce the desired effect - an ultrasonic vibration, directed at the startled Beast-Beauty and Waters (who is now hanging onto her mane for dear life) that causes the eyeballs to vibrate at such a frequency that vision becomes blurry and impaired.

Losing control, Beast-Beauty has an unexpected response and, in the blink of an eye, shrinks to a tiny portion of her equine size and becomes scaly, brown, and ovoid. A split second is all it takes her to go from horse to turtle - and withdrawing into her new shell, she tumbles along with the momentum. You can't claim to have aimed it on purpose, but you note with satisfaction that she crashes right into Diamond's legs from behind and sends her toppling backwards with a grunt of pain. Waters, for his part, has gotten off much worse, with his head impacting an inconveniently placed streetsign.

Ignoring Jane for the moment, you dust your hands, feeling satisfied, and pull the radio from your belt. "Yes, League Headquarters?" you say into it, trying to hide your smug satisfaction. "There's been a bit of an incident at the diversity fair, here... involving a couple of ACPD officers breaking regulations, and persons-of-interest out as a result of something called 'Project Spinoff'... I'm going to need you to tell Collatrix to give me everything on that program." Fortunately you end the transmission before Jane's belated gasp of "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?" comes through.

But before you can turn and explain yourself to her, you see a rather suspicious figure in the crowd, presence revealed by the sudden rush away from the stage and towards the commotion, only spotting it yourself because you are surveying your handywork. A short man in a very loud flower-print Hawaiian t-shirt, with an extremely old-fashioned polaroid camera dangling on a strap around his neck, is standing there - odd, but not too alarming, except for the fact that he is wearing a full-face mask in the shape of a black 'Looney Tunes'-style bomb.

It's enough to make you do a double take - and as you do, there is a flash from his direction that makes you reflexively blink... and just like that, you've lost sight of him. What was that about? It looked like he'd been waiting among the group of reporters with cameras, but unlike them, he didn't flock to the scandalously naked cops and humiliated shapeshifter. Perhaps you should go ask Beast-Beauty after all? Then again, it has been a hell of a day already, and you really want nothing more than to return to League Headquarters, take your break for the day, and look into whatever documents that Club, Spade, and Diamond's little brawl might shake loose...