<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A thought occurred to Kayley, they said if you acted like you belonged you could go anywhere with a lab coat and a clipboard.  Was that true?  She squared her shoulders, straightened her back, and simply walked for the stairs.  Why would they stop a girl from going upstairs?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Perhaps not initially, but her earlier bungles definitely raised a few eyebrows. Dreamer managed to get halfway up the flight before two guards walked up to the first step, and a third blocked the entryway to the second floor. The man awaiting her was one of their lieutenants, a particularly menacing individual with a red bandanna and all-too-wide grin:<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/Sn3V7Lk.png)<br/><br/>"A lil' more curious than usual, kitty?" he said as he rounded the corner just as Dreamer was about to reach the top step. "Don't worry, I'm more of a kisser than a killer."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Threat Report: Buddy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Roll me an Intelligence roll to recognize him. This is akin to the Well-Informed Advantage, but given that it's a raw attribute than a skill check she's less likely to know as many details.</em><br/><br/><strong>DC 10:</strong> Judging by the patterns and ever-more-detailed pentagrams on his cut, this is a lieutenant rank of the Devil's Advocates.<br/><strong>DC 15:</strong> That's Duke "Buddy" Kisum, one of Angel's inner circle. He's probably in charge of this local party. He's one of the more lustful members, a bon vivant whose primary goals in life are wine, women, and song. Or rather, sex drugs, and heavy metal music.<br/><strong>DC 20:</strong> Buddy's superpowers are themed around Pestilence. Dreamer recalls some Freedom City news footage of him releasing clouds of toxic gas on the highway to cover the Devils' retreat.<br/><br/>25 and higher are impossible to get for Dreamer.</div></div><br/>The senior biker spared no time in reaching for her purse, pocket, hand, or wherever she was holding her phone, but not before copping a feel. The presence of the two bikers below demonstrated that she would not be able to escape, at least not without making a scene. In fact, Dreamer recognized one of them as Clyde, a male upperclassman who she suspected had a thing for her from afar. Although with her looks, that included more than a few guys at school, teachers included.<br/><br/>"Well well, you should know about our no-phone policy," he said with a hint of mockery in his tone. "Just gotta make sure you didn't record anything you shouldn't have."<br/><br/>Tapping his thumb, his smiling face grew progressively angrier as he was unable to figure out how to unlock the smartphone.<br/><br/>"Goddamn Steve Jobs crap!" he swore. "Come on boys, take her to the 'Guest Suite!'"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Technology Roll 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=131086)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Guest Suite</span></strong><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/oTXsoQp.jpg?1)</div><br/>She couldn't have been in there long, although every second felt like an hour as Dreamer grew more and more aware of the enormity of the situation. The presence of a camera in the corner, along with a shelf full of riding crops, manacles, gags, and similar accouterments made their intentions obvious.<br/><br/>"You have two choices," the senior biker explained as her wrists were cuffed to a rope hanging from the ceiling. "Tell us what we want, and we'll be gentle with you."<br/><br/>Clyde merely watched with leering eyes, but the guard whistled as her uniform was unbuttoned. "Hell yeah Buddy! Give that lil' succubus some hellbound hospitality!"<br/><br/>"First, who are you working for?" Buddy asked as his hands slid up Dreamer's right thigh. "The Malakov Mafiya? The Golden Dragon Society?"<br/><br/>Clyde laughed. "Kayley doesn't have what it takes to be a criminal. She's too much of a big softie!"<br/><br/>"I'll be the judge of that, prospect!" Buddy said. Already his fingers slipped beneath her panties, squeezing between her soft folds.<br/><br/>"Oooh, nice and tight! Won't be so tight once we're done with you, haha!"<br/><br/>Bra undone, skirt bunched up, panties slid to the side, Dreamer was far from dignified when the recording began. Buddy was already hastily undoing his pants, revealing an already-erect thick member poised to penetrate her from below. Without any preparation or foreplay, he stuck it in.<br/><br/>"Ah, this sweet treat feels even better than she looks!" he exclaimed as he pulled her hips down to ride him.<br/><br/>Buddy was no amateur, for her already settled into the motions. His fingers pinched her nipples tightly, pulling them just enough that it was straddling the line between pain and pleasure. "Go ahead sweetie, tell us all your secrets. We can be really nice..."<br/><br/>He tugged her nipples even tighter. "Or not so nice."