Crimson Dynamo Origins Series

 

My Own Worst Enemy

 

Part 2 – Mind Over Machine

 

 

A slight shiver of fear works its way up and down my spine as the cool night air tickles through my long red hair, the evil grin of my cybernetic doppelganger teasing me with its promise of pain as I watch myself slowly descend from the night sky. She’s my identical twin, right down to her sleek red boots and soft red scarf that flutters lightly over her right shoulder, but she’s not really me. I’m made of flesh and blood, a human being with unique nanite-infused body chemistry, but the version of “Me” that I’m staring at is a machine, a devious creation of the nefarious Doctor Kotetsu, a holographic imposter painted over a sleek and advanced cybernetic endoskeleton that is capable of inflicting great damage. “Good evening sister…it is good to see you again…though there was no need for your little cat and mouse game to lure me here…” Her voice sounds like mine, though it has a slightly evil tone to it that I don’t think I’d ever be capable of mimicking. I take a tentative step back as she smiles at me, the memories of the beating she gave me only three nights ago still fresh on my mind. I call myself a super hero, and we try our best to be brave and hopeful at all times, but tonight I have a reason to be afraid. Three nights ago my cybernetic twin sister ambushed me on a rooftop in downtown Steel City. It only took a few minutes for her to show me that she is physically superior to me in every way. In only a matter of minutes she managed to break me physically, snapping my ribs like they were toothpicks before using her cybernetic abilities to rip two devastating climaxes from my helpless body, destroying my powers while leaving me completely helpless and at her mercy.

 

She had relished the fact that she could have killed me anytime she wanted, but had explained that wasn’t her purpose. Kotetsu had designed her as a deterrent to my crusade for justice in Steel City, a countermeasure to ensure that as I hunted the city’s criminals, I would also be hunted and subjected to violent and vicious attacks that would leave me broken and defenseless. It had only been due to my amazing healing factor and Nari’s compassionate touch that I had recovered so quickly from being thrown half conscious into the river after taking such a brutal beating. For three days I had recovered, but I had not been sitting on idle hands. While the city’s criminals had gotten a brief reprieve from my patrols, the scientist in me had been researching and plotting, trying to come up with a way to counter my new “sister,” which had led me here to the Steel City Ironworks. “Bringing me all the way out here, to the city’s outskirts…will not save you…and you wasted your time luring me here.” She grins evilly and takes a few steps toward me, causing me to backpedal a bit on the heels of my red boots, drawing her closer in to my trap. “I have no interest in the innocent civilians you protect…I simply wish to harm you…you could have saved us both time by taking your beating when I first caught your scent…” She exudes confidence and superiority, which right now is the only advantage I have over her. There is no outcome that exists in her thought matrix that tells her I even have a remote chance of damaging or defeating her, and ninety nine point nine percent of the time she’d be right. My weapons have no effect on her special shielding, and even my EMP grenades proved to be completely useless against her the first night that we met. Part of my mind thinks I’m insane for even attempting what I’m about to do, but it was Nari who reminded me that every dragon has a chink in its scales, a weak point somewhere, I just have to find hers before she pummels me into hamburger.

 

“I just thought we could have a nice little chat…the air is so quiet out here, its relaxing don’t you think?” I do my best not to sound nervous as I activate the haptic interface on my left gauntlet and type in several commands on my wrist computer. “I don’t have time for idle chatter…I much prefer using my fists to do the talking…” She smiles as she punches one of her red gloved hands into her open palm, taking another step forward. “Maybe you should take some time…” I give her a wink as I press the activation key on my computer and then light my repulsors, gliding up a few feet into the air as she looks at me curiously. Her advanced sensors pick up on the slight electric discharge that comes from below us a second too late. Before she can react the primer charges I spent the last day setting up fire to life, and then the plastic explosives I molded into a large circle under the rooftop of the industrial building detonate with a loud bang. A cloud of dust and debris explodes upwards and then there is a tremendous cracking sound as the roof beneath my cybernetic doppelganger collapses. For a split second I wonder if she can experience fear or uncertainty, hoping that she can as the air clears enough for me to watch her plummet toward the open vat of molten steel. I quickly descend behind her, watching with satisfaction as she looks up at me and snarls, just as her boots are enveloped by the white hot slag, her body quickly sinking into the bubbling mass of molten metal as she is swallowed all the way up to her shoulders. She desperately reaches for me with a slag covered arm, an unintelligible threat shouted from her holographic lips before she sinks fully below the surface of the bubbling vat. I exhale deeply as I land softly on my boot heels about fifteen feet away from the vat, the air shimmering with heat, sweat beading on my skin as I feel the intense heat on my body through my suit. “Don’t tell me it was that easy…” I mutter softly, though in my mind I know it can’t be over yet, and this was only the first part of my plan.

 

As if to confirm my thoughts, my adversary explodes out of the vat in a shower of molten hot steel, the red hot liquid metal dripping from her body as she climbs out of the vat and fixes me with a glare that tells me she is less than happy with her little dip in the hot tub. I know I should be moving on to phase two of my plan, but I fall victim to my human traits of curiosity and wonder, awed by the fact that anything  could survive those molten depths as I stare back at her. Molten slag still drips from her body as she slowly walks toward me, her holographic costume untouched and undamaged by her brief swim. Her left arm flicks out toward me, and before I can react or realize what she is doing, several glops of white hot steel slap against my left shoulder and morph down my arm. “AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!” White hot fire flashes through my arm as my scream pierces the searing hot air of the ironworks, my lithe body suddenly locked up as my nerve endings all seem to flare to life with an intense pain that paralyzes me to my core. The slag slides down my arm and drips to the floor, the blazing hot liquid metal trying to find purchase on the advanced nanite-laced fabric that my costume is made from. It takes less than a second for it to all fully drip away, though it feels like I’ve stuck my arm into a supernova for an eternity. The special synthetic fabric of my suit is invulnerable to every conventional weapon and elemental attack that I know of, but I still feel the feedback from each and every attack, which at the current time consists of the transfer of thermal energy through the suit’s fabric into my skin. My mind goes blank as my brain is overloaded from my body’s firing pain receptors, my left arm flash fried from the shoulder to the elbow as my fingertips tingle like someone is pushing sharp pins into them. A wave of dizzying weakness washes through my lithe body and I nearly fall as my legs wobble, but before I can collapse I’m vaguely aware of an iron hard fist grasping me by the front of my suit. “That was very foolish sister!! I’m going to have to punish you for it!!” My only response is a painful moan as I feel her other hand grab my belt, and the next thing I know is the wind in my hair as she uses her superior strength to heave me across the room.

 

Still reeling from the injuries to my arm, I don’t even offer a pained yell as my body slams into a nearby wall, the breath knocked from my lungs as I collapse to the floor and roll over a few times, coming to rest on my back with my legs slightly spread and my arms resting limp and useless at my sides. “Perhaps that intelligent mind of yours is too dangerous to be left alone…I must admit this was a rather clever idea on your part…” Her voice fills my fading senses and my eyes flutter open as she kneels down next to my prone form, her devious eyes glowing with an evil red energy. “AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!” I scream in pain as her fist smashes into my unprotected side, shattering my freshly healed ribs like kindling as fiery hot knives stab into my lung and a fresh wave of excruciating pain radiates through me, causing my entire body to go limp as I nearly pass out from the intense damage I’ve taken in such a short time. There is a sharp crackle of electricity nearby and then I hear my cybernetic adversary chuckle softly. “Do you know how effectively  electrical pulses can interfere with brain activity?” I’m too out of it to respond, but I can’t avoid the sudden tingle that runs through my mind as I feel her fingertips slide into my hair, a powerful static discharge running across my skin and through my forehead. “I am infused with technology that you can’t even begin to understand, if I wanted to…I could manipulate the frequency that your neurons fire, rewriting your brain…” A soft gasp leaves my lips as I feel the electrical pulses racing from her fingertips intensify, my thoughts swirling into nothingness as I remain limp and helpless beneath my ruthless attacker. “Uhhhhhnnn…” An unintelligible moan betrays just how out of it I really am as I can barely form a coherent thought, though part of my heroic mind fights to establish a foothold at the back of my foggy brain. Can’t…give up…the plan…she thinks…I’m…defeated…she’s…vulnerable… While my cyborg “sister” does her best to fry my brain, I do my best to concentrate on the amazing nanites that make up part of my biological structure.

 

My amazing bodysuit utilizes nanotechnology to form an indestructible layer of lightweight flexible armor that keeps me safe from bullets and knives. Originally this was the only thing I wore when I went out to fight crime, but my brilliant friend and fellow scientist Layla Asheera found a way to make my costume even better. Beneath my suit I now wear a special garment, that to the naked eye would appear to be a thin and lightweight nylon mesh body stocking. For the most part that is true, except my body stocking is made from a special cybernetically enhanced nanosilk fabric that can interact with my body and suit to further enhance my abilities.  It enhances my senses and boosts my physical strength, but it also has a unique feature that stores some of the kinetic energy from damage I take in combat. Mostly it is designed to evenly distribute the kinetic force of impacts to prevent me from being seriously injured, but it can also transfer that energy to certain parts of my body to be used for offensive means. It takes every ounce of dwindling willpower and coherency I have left to slowly will that energy down my right leg, channeling it into my sleek red knee high boot. “I wonder how you would look as a mindless test subject for my master, his to poke and prod to his liking, no longer to use that sarcastic mouth of yours to insult his brilliance…” I ignore her comment, as I don’t currently have the brain power to give it any thought, all of my concentration focused on the building energy in my right boot. Suddenly I give a grunt of effort and my right leg swings, my opponent looking up just in time to see my boot crash into her metallic face. The initial strike does miniscule damage, if any, but the wave of kinetic energy that explodes outward from my boot heel does exactly what it was meant to do, the impact slamming hard into my doppelganger as it sends her careening across the room to slam hard into a pile of rusted I-beams. The loud groan of metal fills the room as several of the long steel beams collapse and crush her beneath their tremendous weight, while a cloud of dust explodes from the shaking floor and momentarily clouds my opponent from view.

 

“It worked…it…worked…oooohhh…” My thoughts become my own again as I slowly roll onto my right side, doing my best to avoid putting pressure on my burned left arm as I struggle just to get to my knees. The dust is already settling from my surprise attack and I give a deep sigh as I hear the sound of shifting metal, my opponent no doubt working her way out from under the incredibly heavy I-beams that I just buried her with. “Come on girl…get yourself…uhhhhh….together…have to…get up…” I groan softly as my injuries threaten to overwhelm me, but I will myself to slowly get to my feet, remembering that the device I need for phase two of my plan is only a few feet away. Pain wracks my side as I get up, my broken ribs jabbing further into my punctured lung, my healing factor struggling to keep up with the damage as I turn and head for a small outcropping in the nearby wall. I’ve only made it a few steps when the sound of several metal bars hitting the floor fills my ears, their impact reverberating through the floor as I look back over my shoulder and see my red eyed sister snarl as she breaks out into a run. Time seems to slow to a crawl as I force my injured body to move faster, my arms reaching for the odd gun shaped device that I left leaning against the wall, the weapon an odd silver metallic color, while a large cylinder is attached to the bottom of it. I grab the weapon and spin around, my eyes going wide as she is almost on top of me, a brief spat of panic causing me to fumble with the power up sequence as my opponent closes in on me. “What do you plan to do with that?? No weapon can harm me!” She yells confidently, though she suddenly stops in her tracks. A powerful hum comes from the device in my hands and I give her the best smartass grin I can manage as I aim it in her direction. “I’m not going to do anything…” I back that up with a teasing wink from behind my mask, pulling the trigger just as she snarls at my defiance. “Physics on the other hand…” A stream of sparkling white foam explodes from the barrel of my weapon, and I grit my teeth as I wave it back and forth, covering her from head to toe in the thick cryogenic foam which quickly flash freezes and traps the cybernetic menace in a humanoid ice sculpture.

 

A loud beep and a flashing red light on my weapon indicates that it has spent its charge. I take a deep breath and toss my makeshift freeze ray to the side with a clatter, taking a few steps away from my frozen adversary as I power up the energy blasters in both of my gauntlets, charging them up to full power as I deactivate the non-lethal safety on my weapons. I raise my arms, my left arm barely responsive from the intense burns I’ve suffered, pain coursing through my entire side as I force it to level off at my opponent. Sure enough, the layers of ice restraining her begin to crack and shatter, and with a violent explosion of frozen shrapnel she escapes her icy prison and charges me. “Enough of your insolence!! I will destroy you!!!” Her visage is flickering now, the holographic projectors built into her chassis obviously damaged from the two extreme temperature changes she has experienced. I take a deep breath and fire my blasters. A powerful sizzling blast of purple energy explodes from my right gauntlet and lances across the room, striking her in her left shoulder. This time her shields don’t save her, her systems compromised by the laws of physics as my blast pierces her armor like a hot knife through butter. Sparks and fire explode from her shoulder as her entire left arm is blown away , her holographic image flickering once more as her systems try to compensate from the damage, the cyborg now looking like a hellish vision of metal and woman, her copied costume flickering in and out of existence at random intervals as she still tries to attack me. My left gauntlet fires a second later, the blast piercing her right leg just above the knee, blowing her leg clean off in a shower of sparks as thick black smokes explodes from her damaged leg. Her holographic projectors fail completely and suddenly I’m faced with a sleek metallic figure, billowing smoke from its ruined appendages, though its eyes still glow with a hellish red fury as it lets out a mechanical shriek and activates a thruster in its remaining foot. The machine surprises me with this move, showing literally no ill effects from having its arm and leg blown off as it jumps into the air and covers the distance between us in a split second. “UGGGGHHH!!!” It barrels into me like a locomotive, sending us both crashing to the floor, though I take the brunt of the impact as pain from my injured ribs explodes through my body, my mind going blank as I instinctively curl up into the fetal position.

 

There is no time to recover as a vice like grip crushes down on my shoulder, my right collarbone buckling like a shattered support beam as I’m violently rolled onto my back. I look drunkenly up into hellish red eyes as the ruined machine straddles my waist, my mind barely registering that its remaining arm is raising up into the air. “BLLLLGGGNNN!!!” A metallic fist smashes violently into the side of my face and I nearly black out as I taste warm iron in my mouth. “GGGNNNFFFF!!!” On the rebound, a violent back fist crashes into the other side of my face, sending a gush of warm blood across my lips as my nose is broken. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I feel myself going out as the mechanical monstrosity prepares to beat me to death. No…can’t…go down…now…have to…finish it… “Urrrrkkkhh…” The metallic hand closes around my throat, the machine’s devilish red eyes seeming to look deep into my soul as it starts to crush my wind pipe. Only…one…shot at this… Using every ounce of strength I have left in my pain addled body, I channel power into the special energy nodes built into the knuckles of my gloves. Normally my armored up gloves are used to pummel opponents, the special nodes able to channel stunning energy into my punches that leaves my foes dazed and vulnerable, but right now I’m giving them all the juice I can manage, causing them to glow with a bright purple aura as they power up. “AAHHHHH!!!!” With a pain filled scream I put everything I have into my final attack, driving both of my fists upward and into the sides of the cyborg’s heads. There is a deafening crack as my fists hit home and the energy discharges from my knuckles. The hand around my throat loosens significantly and for a moment the cyborg seems to stop, a few wisps of smoke starting to come from the small cracks I just put in its head. Its red eyes suddenly dim and go completely out, but before I can relax a loud whine fills the room and with a deafening boom the machine’s head explodes in a bright orange flash of fire. The shockwave slams my head into the ground with the force of a sledge hammer, my ears ringing as a bomb explodes between my temples, the painful darkness of unconsciousness claiming me less than a split second later.

 

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“Aaahhh…” A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I slowly awaken, feeling something sturdy and soft beneath me, while a soothing tingle runs up my left arm, something heavy and wet sliding down against my skin a second later. The familiar feeling of my tight fitting costume is gone, the weight of my snug fitting utility belt no longer felt around my waist, while cool air drifts across the soles of my feet, indicating that my knee high red boots are also gone. Oddly enough I can still feel my mask adhered to my face, and soft silk kisses my skin from my neck to my toes, it’s smooth touch arousing my breasts and causing my nipples to stir, a soft moan leaving my lips even as I start to feel various aches and pains make themselves known all over my exhausted body. I can feel two soft pads adhered to my skin, one over my injured ribs and the other on my right collarbone, a soft soothing heat coming off of each pad to help dull the pain of my injuries. “Unnnhh…where…?” I groan softly and try to sit up, but my body feels like a lead weight. A soft hand presses against my chest and keeps me in place for a moment. “Try not to move…I’m still dressing your arm…” A soft yet commanding female voice fills my ears and I relax completely realizing that it’s Nari, and that I’m safe back at her home. “The…the cyborg?” I ask with a tired sigh as I feel her wrapping something around my burned arm. “Destroyed…from the looks of it you did a number on it, but I threw all of its parts into the slag vat just to be sure…” I manage to open my eyes behind my mask, my vision taking a moment to clear as my head spins dizzily for a brief second, though the scent of various oils and incense in the air helps to slowly clear my mind as I’m finally able to focus on my rescuer. Nari is hard at work on my left arm, her lovely dark hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, though I can see that she is wearing her dark green quiapo that she normally does when she patrols as Jade Lotus. “You…came after me? I thought I told you…I didn’t need a…” She silences me with a raised eyebrow and a knowing, sisterly look. “Didn’t need a backup plan? Yep…and we see how well that worked out this time…” My blue eyes glance over, and I can just barely see that she has placed oil soaked eucalyptus leaves over the burned skin of my arm, and she’s now wrapping a soft bandage around the leaves. “At least you don’t have a sprained knee this time, though I guess we can just replace that with the broken collarbone…”

 

I give a soft sigh and let my head fall back to rest on a comfortable pillow. “Nari…I had to fight her…I had to finish this…” I feel my friend’s hand slide down my arm to grip my own, Nari giving my hand a tight and affectionate squeeze. “I know Tiffany…but you’re a mess…and this is twice in one week you’ve been beaten half to death…this time I mean it when I say you’re going to take a few nights off…” I nod and for the first time look down my body to see how my caretaker has redressed me. I’m still wearing my mask, but Nari has removed the rest of my costume, replacing it with a pair of flesh toned nylons that glisten with the fresh sheen of her healing oils, while my upper body is sheathed in a soft silk quiapo style leotard with a bikini style bottom cut high on my hips, crafted from a mystical fabric that only Nari knows where to find. Its high collar embraces my neck and its fastened snugly in place by several circular obsidian closures that run from my throat and down over the curve of my right breast. The special leotard is crafted from a fine black silk, with red embroidery lining the collar, the sides, and the finely cut leg holes. The entire outfit seems to embrace my tired form, my skin tingling with the healing oils that Nari has already applied, the feeling of the special silk against my overly sensitive skin enough to make my spine tingle with arousal. “At least I got…a nice outfit…out of it…” Nari chuckles as she finishes wrapping my arm in a soft bandage, gently setting it back down at my side. “A gift for you…but I’d been hoping to have you wear it for a nice dinner, there’s a cute skirt that goes with it, but for now it will do.” I nod softly, sensing for the first time that my long red hair had been braided into a single long braid that was lying across my right shoulder. “So…how bad?” Nari retrieves a small wheeled stool and sits down next to me, reaching up to brush a few of my stray red hairs out of my masked face. “Broken ribs again…those should fully heal up in a day or two with your healing factor and my special heating patches.” She teases her hand into my hair and caresses her fingertips against my temple, making me sigh and slowly close my eyes. “Your collarbone is almost healed, but it will be sore for a day or two. You’ve got various bruises and blunt force trauma injuries that will heal on their own overnight, and of course your arm.” Her voice trails off for a moment and then she sighs. “Luckily you have that healing factor of yours, so the burns were somewhat healed by the time I got you in here. There were still quite a few blisters by the time I got your suit off, but your arm should heal overnight.” I give a more relaxed sigh as she continues to massage my temple, sending soothing tingles through my mind. “I mean it though Tiff…a few nights off after you recover. Don’t make me call Mei or Emma and have them come babysit you!”

 

I give a soft laugh at her teasing threat, though I know she is right and I need to take it easy for a few days. “Those two…certainly have their ways of…keeping me weak…and unable to patrol….” It’s Nari’s turn to giggle and I give a soft gasp as I feel her other hand settle on my leg, her fingertips playfully caressing my oil soaked nylons. “As do I…and in my opinion…you need the rest of the week off. No work, no heroics…” Her fingertips stop massaging my temple and suddenly her finger presses gently against my lips, silencing me before I can protest. “I’ve already talked to Tamara and she has all your work at the lab covered for tomorrow…and I’ve decided that you need another lotus special…given how well your week has gone so far…” I shiver in anticipation as those words leave her lips, remembering that last time I had a “Lotus Special” which is our little secret nickname for one of Nari’s most ancient massage techniques, one that many of us who wear the mask have received to help us deal with stressful times in our dual lives. The “Lotus Special” places us in a trance like state, allowing us to shed all of our thoughts and burdens, and it’s a soul touching experience with a very climactic finish that leaves us powerless and unconscious for several hours, allowing us to truly rest and rejuvenate our bodies and minds. “This outfit looks good with your mask…maybe you should wear it to fight crime once in a while…some red gloves and sexy red boots…and you’d be the one distracting Mei with the high kicks…” I give a soft sigh and manage a grin as I close my eyes behind my mask, little tingles drifting off of Nari’s fingers as she tenderly caresses my inner thigh. “Are you sure it wouldn’t be you being the one distracted…oooohhh…” My voice catches and my heart flutters as she teases her fingertips firmly over the smooth silk crotch of my quiapo styled leotard. “Perhaps…now let’s get started…” She smiles and moves her chair so that she is sitting behind my head, and then I feel her hands gently cup the back of my head, her thumbs gently rubbing the little sensitive spots behind my ears, causing my eyes to flutter shut behind my mask as I give a relaxed sigh and take a deep breath. “That’s right, close your eyes…relax…focus on your body, feel your strength, your pain, all of your stress…focus it in your mind…”

 

I take a deep breath and do my best to relax as her fingertips fan out and start massaging my head, the warm aroma of the scented candles drifting into my nostrils to make my head spin lightly as I start to lose track of my thoughts. My hands flatten against the soft pad, my shoulders relaxing as I start to feel a warm tingling ball of energy forming behind my eyes. “You are safe here…this is your refuge…let your guard down…let it all slip away…” Nari’s voice is soft and soothing as her hands slide down and massage my neck, her fingertips spreading out to caress over the high collar of my leotard before she moves to my shoulders and slowly rubs and kneads them. “Your strength…your powers…your responsibility…you don’t need any of them here…” A soft gasp escapes my lips as her hands envelop my silk clad breasts, my nipples tingling with arousal as they stiffen and tent against the smooth silk fabric of my top, the strength ebbing slowly out of my exhausted body as my mind starts to drift in a warm haze. I feel myself slipping into an aroused trance, Nari’s special technique quickly pulling me under given my already weakened condition, which combines with my weakness to sensual stimulation to increase the effectiveness of her mystical massage. “That’s it…just let it go…feel the warmth embrace you…give up your strength…soothe your pain…forget about your stress…relax…feel the silk caressing your body…focus on the warmth…” My lithe body now feels as light as a feather, warm tingles seeming to pulse and ebb through my entire existence as the pain and soreness from my injuries all but vanishes. I fall much faster than normal, briefly remembering the first time that Nari showed me her special technique, realizing that she’s going for a quicker and more intense session than usual given the condition I arrived in. The last time it had been all about helping me relax from all the pent up stress of life and being a costume hero. There had been a soft and slow build up while I was still in costume, followed by her slowly stripping me down to just my mask before giving me a full body massage to put me in a relaxed enough state for her to use her special “lotus touch” on me. I had been so out of it at the end she had somehow managed to bypass my body’s advanced biology, her gentle fingertips removing my mask just before I passed out. I slept for almost fifteen hours following that session, waking up refreshed and rejuvenated, and I’m well on my way to repeating those results right now.

 

“Ooooooohhh….” I can’t suppress a soft moan as her fingertips pinch and rub my aroused nipples, her hands slowly and methodically massaging my firm breasts, the strength leaving my arms completely as I feel my muscles unwind and relax completely, soft tingles in my fingertips the only sign that my arms are still attached to my body. My toes curl in my oiled nylons as her fingers trace the swell of my aroused bosom, her hands moving a little lower now to softly caress my toned stomach through my silk leotard. “Feel it all slipping away…your pain…your stress….your strength…your powers…melting away…here in your safe place…your mind is clear, void of all thoughts…no more responsibility…” Nari is careful as she massages my stomach, doing her best to avoid prodding my injured ribs, and before I know it she is slowly caressing my inner thighs, her fingertips dancing over my nylons before they slide up to tease the red embroidery on the leg holes of my leotard. A soothing warmth pulses deep in my stomach as I feel the miniscule strength left in my legs melt away, a series of soft moans and purrs leaving my pursed lips as Nari’s thumbs begin to rub me just so. My core warms to her knowing touch, my close friend having very intimate knowledge of my body given the times we have been romantic with one another in the past. “Feel it all building inside you…draining to your core…leaving you empty…filled with only soothing warmth…” For the next several minutes her fingers and thumbs roam the smooth black fabric between my relaxed thighs, prodding, rubbing, caressing, until my toes involuntarily curl as a sensual warmth overpowers me and spreads like a soothing wildfire across my relaxed body. “Now…let it all go…” As she says this she traces her fingertips firmly against me, my mind going blank as the warmth that had built in my stomach moves downward and spreads through my lower regions. “Aaaahhhhhh…..” I go completely rigid for a brief second and then everything unwinds all at once, my body going limp as a wave of pure sensual bliss washes through and out of me, taking everything with it. A few minutes pass, Nari softly massaging my thighs and calves as I start to slip away, my mind empty of all thoughts as I can’t even focus enough to move my tingling fingers. “Your pain…your stress…your strength…gone…” I vaguely sense her moving in a little closer to me. “Your powers are gone…your responsibility is gone…you feel nothing but peace and serenity…” Her fingertips slide over my cheek and then she’s gently peeling my mask away from my face, her mystical technique once again overriding my body’s biological nanite lock on my red mask. “Now you will rest Tiffany Anderson…you will embrace the soothing peace and sleep…” I feel her warm breath on my forehead as I start to slip under the soft silky sheet of darkness that is starting to cover my mind. “The world will wait for you…we will all wait for you…now sleep…” Her lips tingle against my forehead, sending a soft pulse of warmth through my mind that acts almost like a light switch as it seems to turn everything off, a contented sigh slipping past my lips as everything goes dark.

 

To Be Continued… 


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The mentioned Emma Sapphire belongs to and may only be used with his permission. 

Tiffany Anderson/Crimson Dynamo, Tamara Johnson/Skyhawk, Layla Asheera, Doctor Kotetsu, and Nari Hyuen/Jade Lotus are my OCs and may only be used with my permission.