<strong>Hero Points:</strong>3<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spend No Hero Points</div><div class="spoiler_body">It is said that the human spirit can get used to anything through sheer resilience, but in Kayley's case said resilience was taking its sweet time. By the time she came to she felt her mouth filled with an all-too-familiar long and hard erection, and the weight of a heavier man thrusting on top of her. They seemed to have gone at it for a while, or they were extra-sensitive, for they blew their respective loads within minutes.<br/><br/>"Thanks, bitch," the one who was in her mouth said. "Enjoy your remaining days of tightness, by the time we're done with you no other man will ever want you."<br/><br/>They left, and Kayley heard another man soon step in. But this time she did not hear the telltale ruffling of clothes or unzipping of pants that was the precursor to sex. Instead there was the jingling of keys, slowly unlocking each manacle, and then with a single strong pull the blindfold came off.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/YoMFNSq.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Threat Report:Angel</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Give me an Intelligence roll. As you heard about him before, Kayley has a +2 bonus.</em><br/><br/><strong>DC 10:</strong> That's Angel, the leader of the Devil's Advocates. Nobody else in the crew would dare wear such distinctive garb.<br/><strong>DC 15:</strong> Angel has been an ambitious biker gang president, recruiting new members at a rapid rate to expand their operations across North America.<br/><strong>DC 20:</strong> What they said earlier is true; he has no gun on his person. He must be the representation of the Horseman of Death. Best not look him in the eyes!</div></div><br/>Angel, Buddy, and two other bikers stood around the bed, all in silence. As Kayley finally had freedom of movement, escape once again seemed unlikely.<br/><br/>"I'm the President of this operation," the masked man said to Kayley. For your...insolence, we now own you. Mind, body...and soul. "You are mine to command as I please, to be at the Devil's beck and call. I only spare you not of mercy, but because even a girl like you has her uses."<br/><br/>Suddenly the air turned cold, as though the A/C was put on its absolute lowest setting. The chill emanated from Angel's right hand as it glowed with a blue-white flame.<br/><br/><em>Give me a DC 21 Will Save. Success, Kayley does not flinch, earning a bit of grudging respect from Angel along with 1 Hero Point. Fail by 5 or less, she flinches as she is marked. Fail by 6 or more, Kayley is pinned down by the other bikers as she squirms, earning a more painful than usual mark for 1 injury and a -1 penalty to further resistance against damage.<br/><br/>Kayley gains a new Complication: Devil's Mark. She gains a Weakness to all attacks and effects against members of the Devil's Advocates, and Angel can use his Death Curse Affliction ability on her at any distance.</em><br/><br/>Producing a collar and leash, he bequeathed it to Buddy. "You're in charge of her. Make sure that she knows her place among the Devil's Advocates."<br/><br/>Practically jumping with joy, Buddy quickly snapped the collar onto Kayley's neck. "Of course, Mr. President! I'll do my best to turn her into an obedient slut!"<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>For the next several days Kayley became the Devil's sexual plaything. Buddy was quite fond of her, and she practically never left his presence. On the plus side, this meant that her eyes and ears picked up all manner of info about the gang's operations, and she even saw him meet with a group of people one day who were clad in grey-red HAZMAT suits. They offered the Devil's Advocates some kind of super-weapon for $20,000, which Buddy unsuccessfully tried to bargain down to $5,000. The deal went nowhere, and an angry Buddy dragged her out of the room to take his frustrations out on.<br/><br/>One late night, when her head was between his legs while he played some erotic Steam game, Buddy passed out after spilling his seed down her throat. As such games were his "private time" there were no guards around, leaving his mind vulnerable and open...</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Edit Scene, Key Option</div><div class="spoiler_body"> When Kayley came to, she heard the telltale breathing of another person in the room. But it was not the thick, gruff breath of the ever-so-familiar lustful biker. It sounded nervous, higher-pitched, feminine.<br/><br/>"K-Kaley, I'm sorry...I didn't know..."<br/><br/>A hand covered her face, and the blindfold came off. It was Nancy, one of the senior students from school, clad in an extra-short skirt and form-hugging tank top.<br/><br/>"I...I'm taking a big enough risk as is, but you don't deserve this; nobody does."<br/><br/>Nancy held Kayley's wrist, finagling with the binding manacle until it came off. A small metallic key was pressed into her palm, just as a call from outside came.<br/><br/>"Nancy, where are you?!?"<br/><br/>Getting up, the woman ran out, leaving Kayley with one free hand and a key. Although free, her clothes and personal possessions were nowhere to be seen, and the S&amp;M wear wouldn't provide much in the way of modesty, much less protection.<br/><br/>Miraculously, the biker standing guard outside her room was sleeping, dozing off in a chair:<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dream Control</div><div class="spoiler_body">The biker got a 12 Will Save, meaning that Kayley can use her dream powers on him. Up to you whether you create a specific dreamscape in an effort to coax some information out, or just travel inside and see what he has in store. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=132049)</div></div><br/>The rest being downstairs gave Kayley enough room to sneak around. In fact, she managed to spot through a window something of importance. Rows of tables with beakers, vials, tubes, and colored liquids gave no doubt as to the presence of a drug lab, and Kayley recognized some of the more common ones such as Ecstasy, marijuana, and cocaine. But one table contained a row of cylindrical canisters filled with red bubbling fluid. This matched no known drug she knew of; could this be it, the new Feral drug hitting the streets?<br/><br/>A man in a skull mask was talking with someone Kaley knew all too well: Mr. Vanderbilt, the school chemistry professor! Even clad in a white smock and surgical mask, his telltale head twitch could belong to nobody else.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/YoMFNSq.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Threat Report:Angel</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Give me an Intelligence roll. As you heard about him before, Kayley has a +2 bonus.</em><br/><br/><strong>DC 10:</strong> That's Angel, the leader of the Devil's Advocates. Nobody else in the crew would dare wear such distinctive garb.<br/><strong>DC 15:</strong> Angel has been an ambitious biker gang president, recruiting new members at a rapid rate to expand their operations across North America.<br/><strong>DC 20:</strong> What they said earlier is true; he has no gun on his person. He must be the representation of the Horseman of Death. Best not look him in the eyes!</div></div><br/>"Five days?!" the masked man exclaimed. "Last time it was three! Do you know what the Devil's Advocates do to slackers?"<br/><br/>"T-That's because of the-the Chamber," Mr. Vanderbilt responded with a stutter. "They're more than happy to introduce Feral into the market, but at a rate they can monitor. You're already skirting their patience as is, we don't want to piss off the local gangsters."<br/><br/>"That patience is costing me money!" Angel shouted. "And contacts! They're doing this because they're afraid of us! That we will overtake them!"<br/><br/>Changing his tune, the gang leader placed a hand upon Mr. Vanderbilt's shoulder. "I know your type; the 'play it safe' guy, the one who's content with a job and food to eat. But that's only as long as we remain useful. Being the gopher that doesn't stick its head up means you'll be surpassed by the next hot young thing coming 'round the corner. And buddy, lemme tell you, we're the new hot young things in town!"<br/><br/>Angel took out a wad of bills and stuffed it into the teacher's coat pocket. "Two days, get a dealer for the richest kids in the school system. We'll show those old timers we're not to be toyed with."<br/><br/>And then he left the room, leaving Mr. Vanderbilt to figure out what to do in this new predicament.<br/><br/><em>At this point Kayley has a variety of options. Angel got a 9 Perception, so if she's daring Kayley can try sneaking in through the window via Stealth to abscond with a Feral canister. Or she can try using one of her powers (Summon Nightmare) to create a distraction. Or try to contact Mr. Vanderbilt, use Blast to destroy the drug lab equipment, use Sleep on Mr. Vanderbilt, or something else you think of!</em></div></div>