Kayley was beginning to feel confident as she made it halfway up the stairs.  See, it worked!  Then the men appeared.  If it had been a movie there would have been the sound of a screeching record.  For Kayley however, there was just a sudden surge of panic.  She lifted her hands instinctively, only to freeze as she realized that using her powers in such a situation would only make things worse.  She'd be recognized.  They'd come after her, her family.  It might not be suicide, but it wouldn't be far off.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intelligence</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Intelligence Roll<br/>Result: 18,<br/>Total: 20<br/><br/>At 2019-02-21 23:59:17, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=131113)</div></div><br/><br/>That fact was only compounded when Kayley recognized him as not only a biker, but a super-powered member of the gang.  What the hell was he doing in Emerald City?  She cursed herself for not doing more research, she had thought this was just a branch, an exploration.  Why were top members here?<br/><br/>Her phone had been shoved into her bra, the uniform sucked for pockets and it was the one place the school wouldn't check with their own no-phones policy, and it was easy enough for the biker to cop a feel as he dragged it out.  Kayley jerked away, twisting her torso, but her eyes were locked glaring at Buddy.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Was all that ran through her head as she tried to think of an out, as she tried to ignore the fingers squeezing the soft swell of her breast.<br/><br/>Kayley wasn't sure what to think of Clyde.  Was he really a biker?  Would he maybe help her, or would he just get to watch?  She stumbled along as they shoved her towards the 'guest suite,' desperate for an out, but unwilling to reveal herself.<br/><br/>The sight of the guest suite made Kayley's eyes bulge and her stomach drop.  They couldn't be serious...  This couldn't be happening...  She was numb as they yanked her arms up and manacled them, pulling her lithe form taut.  She could escape, she could use her powers.  Then what?  She could kill them, maybe.  Could she take Buddy?  She had no idea.  Frozen with indecision, she didn't struggle as they began to question her.<br/><br/>The sweater came unbuttoned to reveal a white blouse, the white blouse came unbuttoned to reveal a simple white bra well filled out by her breasts, a flat stomach, a narrow waist, and wide hips.  She clenched her teeth and struggled to control her breathing as she tried to think of any way out, but her mind couldn't get away from thoughts of what they might do to her.  What could she tell them?  What would make them let her go?<br/><br/>Her bra came away to reveal breasts that were as near as perfect as any.  Full but not too full, a sizeable handful.  Firm and perky, yet soft and yielding, each with a small pale circle, and a smaller pale nub.  They bounced a little with her movements, but stood in firm defiance of gravity, a position only improved by the stretch of her arms pulled above her.  Her skirt was tugged up, her panties to the side, to reveal a neatly trimmed triangle of blonde pubic hair, only slightly darker than her skin, that pointed towards the outer lips of her sex.<br/><br/>"No one."  She protested when asked who she worked for, a half-truth.  Certainly no criminal organization.  She froze, eyes wide, as his hand slid under her panties to tease at the lip of her sex.  No.  No.  No.  This wasn't happening, it was a bad dream.  Then, Buddy's cock appeared.  It look huge, at least from Kayley's angle, though she was hardly in a position to be objective.  She was no virgin, but an unrewarding pawing with a high school boy hardly prepared her for this.<br/><br/>Then, he pushed inside of her.  No teasing, no foreplay, he hadn't even pulled down her panties, he'd just shoved them to the side.  It caught Kayley by surprise, and she let out a low whimper as the hard cock pushed against her tight opening, then spread her lips and slid into her.  The only respite was that the drug had put her body at least a little in the mood, and what could have been agonizing was merely horribly unpleasant.  She yanked at her manacles to try and lift herself off, spread her legs as much as she could to try and relieve some of the pressure, but her position made it all but impossible.<br/><br/>She whimpered again as he pulled her down, forcing her to straddle him with his iron grip on her hips as he lay back on the bed.  Her tunnel was tight and warm around him, surely a wonderful feel for him, for her it was rather less so.  It was uncomfortable pushing towards painful, a feeling of being too full, of being spread apart, as her body strained around him.  It was her third time having sex, he was the second man she had ever fucked, and the first to ride her bareback.  She hadn't expected it to be like this.<br/><br/>She straddled him, her knees on the bed to either side of him, as he pulled her down onto him by her hips.  She instinctively lifted herself as soon as he released, unintentionally assisting him, only to be pulled back down.  She whimpered, as he began to rock his hips beneath her, as his hands slid up to cup her beasts and tease her sensitive nipples.  They were hard already, a combination of drugs, exposure, and her body reacting.  She might have been able to lift herself off of him, but, without her powers, then what?  She was still manacled, still trapped.  So she let him fuck her, her petite frame bouncing on his more impressive one, her breasts bouncing in his hands as his fingers pinched her nipples.<br/><br/>Her body liked the feel, perhaps bolstered by the drugs in her system, perhaps not.  She began, despite what she might have preferred, to moisten.  A defense mechanism perhaps, to prevent damage.  She whimpered in pain as his fingers pinched her nipples, an ache shooting through her breasts and towards the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>"I don't know what you want."  She whimpered out.  Her mind still desperately tried to focus on thinking of some way to escape, even as it continually spiraled back to what they might do to her next.  All the while, the red light of the camera stared at her.<br/>