The security guard

He's tall and skinny and young-looking (18 plus or minus a year), with red hair and freckles and pale skin. He's wearing navy blue dress pants and a subdued medium-blue shirt with an Acropolis Security Services patch on the shoulder and a red-on-white tag above his shirt-pocket that says "Hi, I'm Kenny!" He has a flashlight, billy club, and a set of handcuffs clipped to his waist. He doesn't look threatening, but he doesn't look friendly either: more like a hall monitor that just spotted someone out of class.

"Well? The park is closed, and I'm pretty sure this place would be off-limits if it wasn't hidden."

This is something you'd planned for; you exercise your power. "There's no-one here."

He looks around the room baffled for a moment. "I could have sworn..."

Another one comes in the open plaque-door. He's identical down to the "Kenny!" tag, except he's got his billy club out. Vertical lines appear on his body and suddenly there are two more. Great, he's a super: some kind of mirror powers, probably.

"Let Kenny go, lady; just come along quietly and no-one will get hurt."

"Are you the security guard here?"

"Yes, we are. Now, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking through my... mentor's... secret lair."

"We'll have to sort that out. Could you come outside, please?"

You let Kenny-who-doesn't-see-you go and step outside with them. Five of you in the room is getting a little crowded and if you're outside you'll have space to get some distance if you need to. There are two more waiting outside.

"How many of you are there?"

One of the Kennys says, "As many as there need to be. Anyway, you're the one trespassing so you'll be answering the questions. What's your name?"

"Nudge."

They start whispering among themselves, "From the university riot... wasn't a riot... orgy... hot moves... kissing that cop... that ass anywhere..."

"All right, Nudge, who was your mentor then?"

"Influence; this is her secret lair."

"Didn't Influence..." The one talking to you looks around at all his muttering duplicates. "Shut up, Kenny!" When they've quieted down he continues. "Didn't Influence die a while ago?"

"Last year: I'm her successor. I'm... investigating her ****." That should be a good excuse. It's not like there's anything to investigate; she died of cancer, but these guys don't know that.

"Why aren't you working with the police?"

"I don't trust the official story."

"Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to file for a permit with the city to be here, and get an after-hours pass."

"Can I at least close up and leave?"

He frowns. Now they're all paying attention to you. One of them has closed the lair door, at least.

"Actually, it's not that simple; we have to discourage trespassers, you know."

You don't like the look in his eyes. "And how do you do that?"

Someone, presumably Kenny, grabs one of your arms; someone else grabs the other one. The Kenny you're talking to gives you a smile that's equal parts broad and wicked. You have a feeling you know where it's going.

You fly up, hoping the sudden movement will surprise them. It doesn't. You get about two feet into the air when a couple more Kennys grab your legs. Two of them grab your torso and hold you down. Needless to say you're not going anywhere carrying six Kennys; on a good day you can carry one person while flying. You'd use your power to make them forget you, but with this many already in physical contact it's not going to work. You could order one, but that would leave you at the mercy of the other half-dozen. Face it girl, you're hooped.

The two holding your arms cuff your hands behind your back; you feel weak as a kitten. They're inertrium - designed to weaken super-strong types and pretty-much incapacitate everyone else. With these things on you can barely fly holding the weight of your clothes. Talking Kenny seems to sense the problem.

"Are you feeling a bit weak? Let me help you." He grabs the neck-band of your costume and pulls it over your head. The entire upper costume is now dangling from your waist. The two arm-holding Kennys switch from holding you down by your arms to holding you up by your breasts.

Someone grabs your costume at the waist and starts pulling it down your legs. He stops halfway down your thighs. "Wow, that is a fine ass." You feel a wet kiss/suckle on one cheek, then the other, then at the crack. His hands start massaging.

"Stop that!"

He does, but resumes pulling your costume off. In a moment it's lying on the ground beneath you. Something starts stroking your labia.

"Hey!"

Something pinches your nose; you open your mouth to suck in air and get cock instead. You feel what is presumably the head of a dick tickling up the length of your pubes, stopping to wiggle when it hits your clit. Two others are teasing your nipples.

"Mlff ffg!"