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Days and Nights in Castlehills (Cylian997 and Victorian_Virtue only)

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Hidden within the bright lights and the vibrant nightlife of Castlehills, Colorado lied a veritable cornucopia of activity and electric neon energy. The city hosted a wide and diverse population of over 10 million people which after another recent tech boom dragged many of tech's rich elite to live in a new space. A true mix of the old charm of the small town paired with the massive looming obelisks of modern living have become more common place now, while the old generation cannot stand how their tiny town has changed over the last decade, the old guard had no choice under the sheer massive girl of progress. The fresh blood absolutely adored the "cheap" rent, the old world aesthetic that still remained and the magnetic night life that thrived due to the young population that lives here. This place is truly a paradise for any adventurous soul. Castlehills was after all at this current point in time the fourth largest city in America.

If one wished to dine out the international fire and flare of the line of restaurants that buzzed with hungry eaters was never without any new customers. Fusion, classic American barbeque, authentic chinese, even Ramsey pushed his way inside of the hallowed halls of the fastest growing city in the world. Yet, among all of these delicious flavors there was one that stood on top of them all with an astounding one year waiting period, except for those with the bank role to bribe their way in, the eclectic yet sublime food of Matsutaka Shinsuke's "The Sun Bowl" was the hottest restaurant in the city. A lovely restaurant nearly 150 seats for various hungry customers, the rush never ends for this fine eatery. Shinsuke perfectly marries his Mexican and Japanese heritage into a journey of flavor that requires a journey. Every bite is a step in his mixed life, experiencing whole worlds of spice and flavor from two totally different part's of the world. At first it seemed almost impossible to marry the spice and fury of Mexican cuisine with the pristine and precise skill required for the true enjoyment of Japanese clean flavors. Yet, it worked here and his offerings are only second to some of the more expensive steak houses.

While food was certainly quite the hallmark here, Castlehills has a vibrant theater and art section and was not a major institution for movies and the performing arts. For those who wished to go off the beaten path "The Torture Garden", an "anonymously" written show about a woman who develops Stockholm syndrome and refuses to leave even after the man is sent to jail. She eventually flagellates herself in a gruesome show of support for her husband until her own untimely demise, what made this show uncomfortable was the intimate setting of black box and a designated splash zone. Of course, the blood was all in good fun and there weren't too many fainting episodes. But of course there were many of more common affairs here as well: a stadium, a several night clubs and a healthy dose of bars and other chic shopping choices.

As previously stated thanks to a fantastic bus and a rapidly built train system with select stops into certain select spots in the city. It was a project that expanded every few months. But the living situation ranged from renting a home , some of the old homes look Victorian in their design even, that way away from the action in the heart of the city to being forced to pay exorbitant prices of the main metropolitan heart of Castlehills. At the very tip top of Castlehills in terms of living lies "The Towers". A top of the line shining, gilded tower to American opulence in the center of this city where the whole world was at the renter's hands. These towers held inside of them things that no man or woman spoke of outside of them, but it was the price of decadence. But wherever there was money, there was crime.

The brighter the cities' lights, the more virulent and toxic the underbelly was; like a stab wound that had become infected with gangrene. Crime bred in this city like an infestation of hornets, yet as long as the people were happy, fed and emptied; they never truly seemed to care. The police did their best to try and quell the growing problem but there were times where criminals had gotten to strong, to dangerous, to powerful. From various Mafia families, petty thieves, rapists; but of all the wild characters in the city of Castlehills it was truly insane characters that shined the brightest in this city of glitz and glamour. These criminals were dubbed the "Maniacal Menagerie"; and for the most part many who worked for the police left those

The crime figures that were published for the world to see were all a lie. No one truly knew what the actual numbers were and the mayor intended to keep it that way. Currently, at one of the nicer jewelry stores, a group of five criminals currently worked together to break through the back door lock. A pair of elegant fingers worked through the electronics of the security system and the locks with ease; unlike the other four bodies who were large and burly, this was one rather small and demure by comparison.

"Hurry up Tripwire!" One of the criminals urged ferociously as a pair of lookouts remained on edge. "We need to finish this before that red bastard shows up. Hurry the fuck up!" The smaller criminal was nudged forward as they put their hands up. They took out their phone and typed out a message for them to read.

"If you want this job done right, give me the time to do so... this security is tight." With that the criminal dubbed Tripwire put away their device and returned to their job.

"Fuck this shit!!!" The criminal lost their patience as with the power of his shot gun he blasted the door open and kicked it through. The criminals now went on a shopping spree with a hefty five finger discount. Their wild and feral laughter filled the air as they broke through the glass and took out rings, necklaces and other valuable pieces of jewelry. Tripwire was busy breaking through the electronic safe to get the money that was inside all the while, they were too nervous to do the job efficiently. The wild noises from the gang and the impending doom from someone that was coming made this too difficult to concentrate on.
 
At the time, Tripwire was only able to hear the screams of the other men fill the air with agony and pain. That was why they never really went out to the front lines unless the pay was well worth the risk. Tripwire had another plan after this that involved breaking into those damnable gilded Towers and stealing not only bitcoins but information to black mail those rich bastards from the towers. The security required certain tools and now it went all to shit because of some antsy jerk with a shotgun. They needed to escape and in order to do that they needed a hostage; the one thing they were honestly not very good at.

Tripwire pulled out a small console from their smart phone as they ran off and pulled out a gun. Their nerves were already shot like a man who had seen to many tragedies. They hated being so pathetic in the front lines but someone had to be a hyperactive jerk and now they were dead! Great! Trip wire took in several cleansing breaths as they ran off to the streets and took a random passerby, although... Tripwire barely looked any bigger than the woman they captured. And as Tripwire spoke, the Monk's computers picked up an interesting tidbit of information.

"ALTERED VOICE"

As the Monk could consider the tender and shakey arm of Tripwire paired with the demure and delicate frame of the rather delicate criminal. Maybe Tripwire wasn't all that she seemed to be. As Tripwire now pointed the gun at the Monk, he could now tell thanks to that amateurish weak hold. A lovely set of wide hips, fuller thighs than most men should have and upon closer inspection: almond eyes.

Tripwire was a woman.
 
Tripwire was not the most athletic criminal of the bunch, heck she was not athletic at all. She was a computer nerd, she spent more time building computer code than the average person and she was sought after for her prowess in the world of coding. At one point she had in a brazen joke corrupted all of Google search results with Harambe memes. It took about a month to unclog the issue before the internet returned to normal. If the police as a whole got their hands on her for that nonsense, they would have her ass for that. There was no porn, no school searches no anything, only Harambe. She was not about be captured by some bureaucratic pigs and their vigilante dog. She needed more time, her heart rate only continued to increase as her vision blurred and her aim destabilized, not that she had any aim to begin with.

Ten seconds was not enough for her to get away, as he got closer to her, she pulled away but once he ushered those thirty seconds it was all she needed. Tripwire pushed the civilian onto the wall as her nose broke against the brick of the building, with an awkward and pathetic run, Tripwire was off and the Monk could easily catch her if he so wished. She was a support player at best. What pushed Tripwire to come out of her well hidden base and come to the front lines and commit such a brazen crime? The Scarlet Monk eventually heard some pathetic jumping as it seemed that Tripwire had run herself into a corner and she was unable to get herself out of it.

"Shit! This is what I get for not doing squats!" Her pixie like voice echoed through the dark alley way as the only way out was back to face the Scarlet Monk. He heard several futile and empty thuds as her light body continued to land on the floor as expletives continued to fill the air as she soon realized...

She had no way out.
 
As Tripwire tried to try and reach that impossible gap, the more the distance seemed impossible, her legs burned with pain, the air her lungs breathed in became heavy as if she breathed in mud. Then there he was, like a vengeful red monster. Tripwire had never felt her pulse go so rapidly before, it almost felt as if her heart was about to run out of her mouth and go for a jog. the way fear gripped her hear as she knew either the police or being trapped by the Scarlet Monk was essentially a death sentence. She no longer had a weapon and she would be unable to handle the physical force of the Monk if she needed too. But what was this sudden prick on her neck? And why did the world suddenly feel so hazy...

Tripwire soon woke up, strapped to a chair as she vainly struggled against the binds as she looked around. This was not the police headquarters so she was not at the police. Where was this place? She suddenly grew more nervous as she tried to muster as much power as her mosey voice could muster to hope that someone could hear her, but she knew better. Deep down she knew that now that she was trapped down here, she was not going to go anywhere. The look of both desperation and dejected failure hit Tripwire like a ton of bricks as she lowered her head and stopped her struggle and took in a deep cleansing breath.

This was her reality now. She still had no intentions of telling this vigilante pig anything about what was really going on in Castlehills. If anything, he was most likely part of the problem. She was most likely in that damn place right now, ready to be sold off and send away, never to be seen again.

"Screw you Scarlet Screw boy I am not telling you shit." Tripwire defiantly told him with every ounce of vitriol her diminutive, yet shapely little body can muster. Her lips carried a beautiful little pout, her bright eyes even shined in the darkness of his interrogation room, although her form might be gentle and slender. Tripwire was certainly a seductive woman, it might have been her fiery attitude that juxtaposed her quiet voice, or the vibrant colors that shined in her hair, or maybe the punk rock attitude she displayed to the world. But the porcelain skin that seemed untouched and unblemished by the sun begged for a closer inspection...
 
The tiny woman had no means of escape in this situation, she didn't have the brute force to escape. But it seemed that the Monk wanted something. But she needed to keep her mind straight as her gaze was fixated on the Monk. That masculine form almost commanded her attention; that delicate v beneath his abdomen, his broad chest, those strongly formed arms. It had been a while for her. She didn't have assets that attracted men and since she was highly intelligent the meat head types bored her so quickly her body turned into a desert. Toys simply were not enough anymore. This woman eyeballed him like some sort of buffet as she staved. The ropes were an interesting touch, though if he wanted to get information from her, this vigilante dog needed to be a little rougher.

Tripwire had no intentions to talk, especially not to him. Those penetrative, sultry almond eyes refused to give him any sort of give. Though those eyes did continue to stare at him. Those threats were veiled ones at best, even if he was a vigilante dog, he wouldn't willingly hurt a mostly innocent woman. Not to mention, she had important information on her. She was still pretty useful to him. She forced her eyes on him and did her best to sit up and only squinted at him, Tripwire bit down on her lips as the girl took a moment to spit down some blood onto his floor as those unyielding eyes burned with fury. She gave him a coy little grin as their faces were mere inches away from each other.

"You know that we are at an impasse here Monk. If you send me away, you get nothing of the Farone family. I am the best clue you have on not only the Farone family but so much more. So treating me a little nicer might be a smarter idea puto peñdejo maricon aceroso." Tripwire's delicate use of Spanish in this situation did show off another unique skill of the girl; her dexterous tongue was something else. The way she rolled her r's put the purring of an army of kittens to shame. She still was a feisty little kitten herself.
 
Tripwire didn't realize two things; how strong he Monk was and how little he actually cared about her general well being. She hated to admit that those fingers felt wonderful on her tight little cunt, the tinge of fear due to the lack of oxygen in her brain led to a sublime fear in her mind. But he would let her go, right? This was all a game she thought. The desperation for air paired with the euphoric pleasure was torture for the young woman. She struggled vainly against him as her lips began to turn. She was not the heartiest girl, once he let her go she swallowed air in as desperately as she could but before she could even speak he choked her once again.

She was unable to resist him, she was trapped like a rat against him. But then she saw him as he grew more and more erect. Those fingers that continued to toy with her moistening lips continued to push her over her weak limits. As her brain demanded oxygen, her velvety vaginal walls gripped around his fingers; deep down, this girl was maybe a dirty girl after all. Supple and silken thighs did their best to resist and push against him as his hands continued to control and dominate her every move but she looked at him desperately for some kind of reprieve. Her lungs burned for air as her eyes wept for mercy.

"Please." She said with her lips.
 
Tripwire could't even feel her body anymore; her head felt light from the lack of oxygen, her loins felt hot from how much he played with her forgotten lips and as the air rushed back into her lungs. Her vision cleared and she saw the Monk in his full glory, for lack of a better term, she then told her to start naming things she was going to need. Need for what? Was she going to be trapped here? She soon realized that she was naked and like a predator, the Monk had pounced on her and imposed his will on her. Her frail arms were no match for the hulking strength of the Monk, but as she looked down and saw his thick and engorged member prepare to ravage her...

It had been so long for her. Tripwire was stressed out and she was tired of it all. She wasn't cut out for this world; she was a nerd. Creamy white skin was now on display for the Monk with perked up red nipples, slender hips with delicate layers of fat and supple thighs were now before him. She kept herself clean as there was nothing there, she kept herself smooth and clean; it was a fresh job too. Tripwire's honey pot glistened as she faced him and through she tried to squirm away, there was no where for her to run as the Monk pushed his cock into her frail looking form.

A velveteen like flesh grip squeezed at his cock as the tiny woman grabbed at him, husky moans filled the air as even though Tripwire felt as fresh as a 16 year old girl, his cock slid into her body with ease. Her eyes closed, she bit her lip as she was locked in a state of perpetual bliss. Her nails quickly dug into his back as she wrapped herself around him. As he pushed in deeper and deeper still, it felt as if the Monk found new inches of fresh woman to explore as her body shuddered in jubilant delight. Tripwire's adorable frame did it's best to milk his cock upon reentry, desperate for him to give her more. The girl was only able to moan out his name as his cock continued to claim her body, her eyes were locked in a hazy look as she tried to stare at him.
 
Tripwire's mind wanted to resist, her ego wished to remain unyielding like steel but her delicate body gradually bent to the will of his cock. The young woman bit her lip in an act of stiff rebellion as his prick continued to invade her body, every solid thrust chipped at her stubborn will ever so slightly. The Scarlet Monk could see within those docile eyes and feel around his manhood that the woman was soon his. Tripwire once again let out a soft moan as his oppressive power took her to heights previously unknown to her/

Dainty breasts shook freely as the woman turned her face away, she didn't want to show the Monk just how much she truly enjoyed her lewd time with him. But, the audible erotic sounds and the continued wetness of her swollen lips proved otherwise, flushed cheeks were washed over with salacious sensations as her nipples pointed out into his mouth. She could no longer resist; the girth of his cock, the ferocious pounding of his cock that hit the very tip of her vagina. Tripwire now begged for him to continue. Her delicate pixie-like voice hit deeper lows that were not expected from the dainty young woman as her mind went deeper into sexual depravity. Every inch of her delectable flesh quivered with every forced bit of entry, her body hungered for him as she closed her eyes in drunk euphoria. Even as she felt the Monk leak, her mind was no longer there, she knew the dangers and she was not under any sort of preventative measures for pregnancy. And as much as she resisted...

She wrapped her legs around his waist and prevented the Monk from escaping now. She wanted everything he could give her. Her exotic eyes stared directly into the Monk and only screamed for countless things, all of them being one thing "Give it all to me." Tripwire now matched his hard thrusts as best she could, though she was an inexperienced girl in the world of sex as lease she put effort and those supple legs and that vice-like grip of her love canal made up for it. Her honey pot leaked onto the bed as his engorged manhood pushed her closer and closer over the edge until she felt him coat her walls with life creating paint, her eyes locked in a frenzied trance of pleasure as her entire body tightened against his cock. Her puffed up center hungry for every drop of semen his cock could give.

Tripwire fell over as she remained latched on to him, while she my have had sex before it was never like this. She never felt so much... the young woman couldn't put it into words as she turned her eyes way as she wrapped herself around him, took in his scent deeply and soon found herself asleep.
 
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As the young woman woke up it only took her a moment to realize what had happened; she got captured and screwed and now she was trapped like a rat in the monk's basement. Now, he expected her to be his computer rat. Tripwire took a moment to look at the set up, it was certainly fine but not anything she was used too, if she was going to do this she might as well get what she wanted out of it. As she heard the Monk speak out through the collar, she took a moment to examine it with her hands as she tried to tamper with it, she was a handy girl. Even if she didn't have her tools she was more than capable-

Explosive device armed. Remove the trigger immediately or it will explode.

Tripwire had quickly retreated back to her safe little place and decided that safety was the smarter thing to do here. If her heart would have run out of her chest and escaped on its own it would have. How could this bastard collar her like some sort of animal? What was she some sort of kitten?

...

At this point she was. She was trapped here, her vagina still remembered the sensation of his cock inside of her as he penetrated her with such reckless need. Well, she had made worse choices before. At least this guy had money, best case scenario if there is a kid it will be well off. The tattooed pixie took a moment to shower herself off, the purple and pink panties and shirt look adorable though. But soon the realization hit that her old life was over, her mind which was much sharper for technology took a moment to acknowledge that the bomb might also be proximity based as well, so leaving was not an option. But maybe she could try to manipulate the monk and get what she wanted, as long as she played ball.

The sex was better than most. She was down as long as she got what she wanted...

"Oh! So now I am your assistant now? Great? And no chips? What a shame. And the least you can do is get me my old stuff from my apartment on Old Mill Road. There are some set up things we have to do first Monk and I guess we need to make some ground rules too. Because there is a lot that needs to happen first. I can do some make shift stuff for now. But I will need some orders for things, so I hope you are ready to buy me some things."

Tripwire sounded more like a kid in a candy store with an infinite amount of money than a girl who was trapped as she decided to eat some carrots.
 
"I ordered these simply out of a joke, I didn't expect to get them, look at how beautiful they are. Its too bad I will never get a chance to wear them anywhere nice. Trapped in this place. And I guess i should get to work. Where is my kit..." Tripwire had spent most of the day with her snacks and gadgets as she made the basement feel all the more homey, well at least for her. She made sure her original computer was up and running as she put together some other little interesting pieces were put together, though James was annoyingly incessant about the Farone family. Tripwire mostly ignored him until he finally sent her another message about spending money and fighting crime. He was going to be quite the task master... the way he abused her was one sign that he was going to be a tough boss.

Was he a boss? Or as he her master? He did just put a collar on her...

"Well Mr. Monk, I am still getting set up here. There are still at least two more things I need you to do for me so I can get a back door into the police intranet so I can get easy access into all of the police files. And you may think only you have an issue with the Farone family but so do I. But I have a bone to pick with the too so hold your horses. Not to mention, you do have bigger issues too. I have seen more of the seedy underground than you have and if you think the Farone family in The Towers are the only big fish here, you have another thing coming. Not to mention, I need to see your suit too. I guess if I am going to help you out in this I need to be your gadget girl... well among other things. But I am sure you have heard of the Maniacal Menagerie, right?"

Tripwire took a moment to drink from a can of some sort of caffeinated beverage as she looked onto her older computer and she dove through her files. She had before took some information and keep it safe, this was her secret weapon after all. Tripwire could never contend with some of the truly hardened criminals of Castlehills so she had to blackmail them to keep herself safe. The simple thought of what these people was enough to freeze her heart and bring her breathing to a solid stop. James heard her take in a deep and calming breath as she regained her composure.

"Look, there are some real sickos out there ok, like real fucking freaks. The cops call them the Menagerie and the cops, the people who are meant to keep the streets safe are on strict orders to stay away from them because those criminals are too dangerous. I have some information on a few of their members, but otherwise I am terrified of them. Like for example, there is this one girl, the cops call her Red Blade. This bitch likes to date people until the crescent moon and then she comes out with a sword and slices them up. No idea why, she just finds joy in the aesthetic of it all. Then there is this other girl, former power lifter turned mad woman, we just call her the Starkiller because she killed all of the other women in a competition because she was mad. She is like 6'9 and like 350 pounds so she is hard to miss but apparently she is strong enough to run through a brick wall. Oh, then there is this guy, real real sick fucker the Ningyō-shi or the doll maker. He finds people, seemingly random people, forces them into a pose and covers them in some sort of wax and then leaves them to be found dead. But there are way more... the Farone family has the city in their pocket and they can pay off the Menagerie. But I think its something to discuss..."

Tripwire had no idea why she tried so hard to bring the Monk back to her after their only time being intimate... it was only one time and it was good sure. But it was only one time.
 
It might have taken Tripwire a little time to get used to things down in her little cage, but for the most part the techie was a kid in a candy store who was able to play through one of her greatest fantasies; being the back up of a hero. Even if it felt at the cost of her own moral code, it might help her achieve her own goal. But not that many people knew, before Tripwire got into her life of crime she did actually have a promising career in engineering. So the fact that she had such a blank check to work with tickled her creative side in just the right way.

The bonus of the night before was just that, a delicious bonus.

That was until that text came in. It took the young woman about four readings before it finally sunk all the way through into her brain. This man officially intended to bring her to the world, Tripwire almost hyperventilated as she needed a moment to gather her thoughts as the next request came in... the one with the hand cuffs. She licked her lips as the idea of being totally helpless next to him and being available yet trapped. She might as well have a little fun with it... she certainly enjoyed the last time they had sex, even if she almost fell unconscious. Hopefully, he won't be as rough...

As requested, the tattooed nerd found said handcuffs in the bureau and removed all of her clothing except for her lacy purple and black panties. She strutted over to her bed and proceeded to get on all fours. As her "master", for lack of a better term, had requested she handcuffed herself to the bed and now only waited for him. But as time went on, those minutes soon felt like torture as she waited for him. Her panties, now damp from the hunger and anticipation of waiting for him, hung to her awaiting lips as her breaths hung in the air. Tripwire did her best to count the seconds but the only thing she wanted now was to feel the unique fullness of his cock inside of her. Was she such a slave already to him? Was her ego so easily broken? She didn't want to believe so, but the distinct scent of arousal and her shuddering body said otherwise.

Tripwire was only able to bite down on her lip as she waited for him. She just wanted to hear the door open now, why did she jump in so quickly? What was wrong with her? Her back arched in primal anticipation of her dominating master now, her charming backside was the side the sight the Monk would walk into once he got in.
 
Much like one wore a thick coat on a cold winter's day, the tight, wet lips of her cunt wrapped around him. The warmth from his body was well warranted after she was alone for so long, she didn't wish to admit it, but she loved how full and hot James made her feel. The girth and thickness of his manhood that pierced through down to her womb and kissed the deepest part of her so sweetly was a sublime moment. The spank was only a spicy intersection as Tripwire gasped out for the world to hear yet only James was there to listen. Her tight little anus needed a little more work but with some gentle teasing his thumb fit in just fine. The bite only led Tripwire to arch her body deeper into James as she felt herself slowly succumb to the tender tinkling in her extremities.

"Ahhh~, lucky me!" Tripwire rolled her hips against his thrusts and gyrated her body as she almost danced by herself. The woman did have some ability to dance at least, that must have been where she learned to move those hips with the devilish swagger to coax even an angel into sin. As he pulled away his cock from her tightening and wet honey pot. At the point where James finished his thrust, Tripwire rubbed her slippery pussy all over his lower abdomen as her moans only continued to grow louder and more bold. Every harder thrust made that delicate body twitch and ache with delights deeper than any drug as she arched her back and pressed her face onto the bed.

"James~" Tripwire moaned out as she now slowly rocked her hips against him, James could figure out that Tripwire wanted to savor the sensation of being filled by him and as she tried to dictate the pace as she squeezed her already tight velveteen like walls around his engorged cock. Every full entry by his prick released a full, wanton and lusty moan as her willpower to maintain such a state of resistance wavered. "Rosa... Oyama is my name..." Tripwire managed to exhale in between heated thrusts as he felt her anus tighten around his thumb.
 
Her fingers tightly grasped against the bed frame as his cock continued to ram into her slender frame, her voice rang out as every inch of her skin succumbed to him. Rosa's body opened itself for him as she rolled her ample bottom against his eager movements, desperate for his jizz now. She bit down on her lip as euphoric waves of pleasure ran from her tiny little clit to the extremities of her body as her cunt tightened around James' invading cock. Rosa's body clamped against him as her body came and swallowed his cum. As he fell over on her, she wrapped her self as best as she could around him. Her body demanded the closeness of James as he spooned next to her. She was not one for after sex cuddling but this was different.

The warmth of his seed filled her body with emotions that she could not quite place yet. the slick sensation of James next to her was heavenly. She hadn't slept so soundly in years as his gentle snores was the rhythm of exhaustion for her. It was the sounds of sleep. The bellows of their love making burned in her loins as euphoria ensured a restful sleep.

James might not have been able to see it but there was a flash of rosy color across the cheeks of Rosa as they slept together that night. As James showered Rosa decided to sneak by and playfully jump into the shower with him. Even if she toyed with his cock a little as they showered, she peppered his body with kisses as she washed him and helped him dress. She had no idea why she felt so connected to him now, but as they engaged in such a serious kiss, she kissed him back eagerly as she made sure his tie was on straight. She had to make sure he looked exceptional for the day as Rosa put on some clothing for the day. She needed to look for some clothing for the Gala, as... well...

What was she to James?

It was an odd question at this point in time as... she felt some sort of attachment to him. Or did she feel some sort of attachment to him? As she looked through dresses... she got a wicked little idea as a lovely dress caught her eye. It was a form fitting dress that hid her tattoos well enough, with a lovely long slit up her thigh. With some matching heels and a necklace... it could be everything she needed to catch his attention. Oh... and some extra tight thigh high socks of course. James wouldn't mind the extra expense, right? A little perfume as well because she had to smell fetching as well.

As she waited for her items she got to work on what she promised for The Scarlet Monk. Tripwire had some work to do on gadgets and other flashier pieces of equipment, as well as armor improvements. Rosa also took a moment to see if there was anyone who was planning to strike at the gala... and that was certainly not a good thing. Rosa decided to take the vest from his suit and add some plating to it, there were some rumors going around and James might have to step up at the gala. Otherwise. With her rather expensive purchases done, she now only waited for James to return. She even bleached out her hair to remove the dye for him as she was currently in the shower.
 
Rosa had taken the time to clear out the dye from her hair and actually allowed her natural brunette hair to mystify the people as her slender hips and her almond eyes captured the attention of the various reporters. Rosa dressed in a skin tight silken black dress that shared a sensible look down her flawless, porcelain white skin and cleavage. The contrasting black dress gave a contrast brought attention to the ample curves of her waist and the long slit gave a sneak peek to her full thigh. She wore a tight pair of long silken socks that were a little tight, not only to cover her tattoos but to also give the illusion of her being a little bit thicker. With her natural gait, the mystery of a lack of a pair of panties might be the true talking point of the night. Her lips were dressed in ruby red lipstick as those dainty feet were propped up with a pair of heels that made that marshmallow ass all the more jiggly as she walked with him.

"Well, I am Rosa Oyama and let us just say that I help keep James running one day at a time in more ways than one. But I am sure we both have a lot of people we need to meet so if you will excuse us. Not to mention, next is the wrong word, it should be current. Thank you." She, very publicly gave him a passionate kiss as with that statement she took his hand that was around her waist and followed his lead along through the gala. She had this grandoise plan to swing around and chat it up with other people... but the moment he spoke about them, all of those plans melted away as she remained near him. Rosa had dealt with gangsters and other rough types before, but this was a world that was foreign and alien to her.

And that scared the minx out of her mind.

Next to James she at least felt a little safe as she did at least poke through and take some of the hor's'dorves and enjoyed her first tastes of what it was to dine on the plates of high society. Bacon wrapped Chilean sea bass and A5 Wagyu steak cubes, the slight blush that appeared on Rosa's cheeks made the girl's hazel eyes shine with the brightest hint of anticipation as she continued to try out a little bit of everything.

"I hope you don't mind if I am a little puerca. I have never eaten anything this good before."
 
Rosa couldn't believe the opulence that surrounded her; she was more used to bento boxes and stinky ripped jeans. Now here she was in a dress worth more than her entire life, being called "girlfriend" by James Rose. Rosa didn't want to admit it, but all of her delicately laid plans were smashed through much like a priceless vase. Her knees buckled as dark eyes brightened under the blush of her rosy cheeks. As those syllables left James' lips, the world became an empty void shared by the two of them; they were surrounded by blackness and the only light were their eyes in the darkness. She didn't think such a simple word said with such intense fervor and intensity could make the very core of her being quake so easily. Of course, men had called her, as Tripwire, their girlfriend before. It was all some sort of game before. But this was a different side of her, a side she had not shown anyone since she was... not that she wished to remember that point of her life currently.

But Tripwire was more adept at enduring such painfully cheap words as her mind danced across the men who had used her for her intelligence and her connections. While James had done something similar, he had brought her forth into the world almost like a trophy. She had never felt as if she was worth the food she ate or even the skin that protected her organs. It was quite surreal as her heart beat so fast that it almost left her chest. She only gave James a nod as he whispered something to her, he left her alone as her eyes were fixated on the brightness of the world around her. Nothing seemed the same now, to be called his girlfriend. As much as Rosa tried to quell her beating heart and temper her emotions, the young woman was unable to stop herself from trembling. She only wanted to leave and make James forget the next few hours...

...

Why...

Why did everything feel like jelly...

...

Rosa felt as she was being dragged away as the world was spinning...

...

A nap really sounded nice about now... eyelids heavier than two tons of bricks

...

As James was busy off in the distance there slow, foreboding steps behind him. As these steps came closer the sounds of shattered glass echoed in the hallway as the precarious sound of cracking bones filled the air with the eminent sound of danger. A massive hand reached from around the corner as it grabbed the edge of the wall and broke the bricks with relative ease as a massive woman now stood in the front of the exit. She was a violent looking red head with ice cold blue eyes and deathly pale skin, she easily stood at a massive 6'10 inches tall and easily has eaten meals larger than James himself. This woman was more rugged than any man he has faced before.

"You are James, no? Farone family sends regards and says to not worry about pretty little computer girl, she will make cute little trick in whore house. Starkiller will make sure to crush your liver!" Veins burst across this woman's body with unbridled power as she charged at James with speed unbecoming of such a monstrous behemoth as a massive punch made its way towards him.
 
While his short meeting with Starkiller had little behind it, there was one truth James had learned; her power was the real deal. Even though he was a fully grown adult, he was tossed around like a five year old through the window with ease. Not to mention his uppercut didn't even seem to register any pain on the steroid giant, she endured it and just threw him away. Though that gave him a chance to change, as he felt around in his tux, it seemed that Rosa put some tricky kevlar into the suit jacket and it helped to protect his delicate organs from the impact.

The entire soiree had turned into a night of well-organized madness as several key figures were missing, most of all, Rosa. But, the ever intrepid Tripwire did manage to do some small changes to his suit already, there were some new functions to his gloves which might have been the easiest for her to add in short notice. As he squeezed his knuckled in a particular fashion, the distinct buzzing of electrical currents sang through the air, did she add tasers to his gloves? That would certainly be helpful against Starkiller, but off the corner of his eye there was a terrible vision.

Ripped pieces of that stunning dress Rosa wore were ripped off and tossed aside, as well as those Louboutin heels she purchased for the event. There were splatters of blood as well as screams echoed through the gala. Starkiller had remained behind as those fearsome muscles cracked her unyielding bones. "Here we are once again..." Starkiller charged forward at the Monk with all intentions to turn him into a bloody puddle.

Rosa was trapped in the meanwhile in a moving car, she was blind folded, tied down and she little recollection of what happened. The men who were driving the car were talking but her mind was a haze of drug addled nonsense. Rosa heard other voices too, but she barely recognized a thing, she only hoped that James could save her at this rate.
 
Starkiller woke up, her face bloody and broken as her eyes were unable to focus. But as soon as the Scarlet Monk, James Rose's voice, came into focus there was only one emotion that ran through her system. Rage. The drug addled monster fought to escape her bonds but the power she had built for years had disappeared like a candle in the wind. Starkiller then tried to stand and she soon noticed she was unable to. Ghostly colors of white soon took over her face as everything began to fall into place into the mind of the strong woman, she was in trouble. The former strong-woman only laughed as she took a strong stare at the Monk who traced the knife across her nipple.

"You think I will talk? You must be crazier than I am." Starkiller didn't really have much of a breast anymore like a normal woman might have had, rather, it was more akin to a burly chest of a yeti with all of the cut muscles. Even as the Monk looked deeper into her thick stature, he was able to see that her form had expanded so greatly that it ripped through her own skin. Her entire body was unnatural. Whether or not the woman intended to talk was besides the point, especially as she was unable to bite her own tongue. Starkiller cursed at her own weakness at she looked over to the Monk with a bloodshot look in her eye from exerting herself.

"So tell me, what makes you think I know anything? I am just hired goon. Soon enough to be dead goon. Do your worst." The valiant yet stubborn woman spat blood at the Monk at her eyes focused on him as she awaited for the vile torture that was about to commence.

Rosa in the meanwhile continued to be driven away. She had some idea where she was headed but she was far too nervous to maintain her composure. Her heart tried to break through her own chest as the fear from the various other guests in the van only added to her own anxiety. She remained in her own corner as she tried to remain as plain as possible, Rosa knew one thing at least an that was if someone knew she was with James she was in trouble. Rosa also knew she needed to find some way to hide, if she was captured out first the Farone family would make sure to hurt her first.
 
Starkiller fought off as best she could, but without her trademark power, she was unable to mount any sort of defense against the Scarlet Monk. Inch by inch, her skin turned purple until life had escaped her form and all of her neurons stopped firing. It was a violent end, but not a tragic one. Starkiller had lived a life of murder, decadence and criminality; obviously the world was not about to shed a tear for the monstrous woman.

But now came the even deeper trouble; how was going to find Rosa? She was now gone somewhere in this massive city, trapped and forgotten currently. Unable to move or who knew what, but if the Monk knew how Farone operated. It was certainly not going to be a pleasant experience. Maybe there was something left behind by Starkiller that had some kind of clue? Or maybe Rosa had added some extra clue into his suit? She had been tinkering for quite a while on it...

A distinct beep led the Scarlet Monk along.

Rosa's mind had done it's best to grip itself towards one simple concept. The idea that she was so deeply attracted to James. Not for the money but for the company, the warmth that he offered and the chance he gave her at a new life. As Rosa vainly struggled against these men, as the drug slipped into her blood and began to strip her away of her mind. He began to fade into her mind; what stared as such a strong presence was stolen away like a purse or wallet. Within moments her mind was nothing more than a trashed receptor of pleasure as the men used and abused her.

Rosa, Tripwire, or whatever alias she used before had been snuffed out as easily as a candle as her body became nothing more than one giant clitoris. Every inch of her felt like an explosive and pleasurable nub as it waited for these men to use and abuse her. The mind she cultivated for years had only one command now: cock.
 
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