By the time Marcy made her way down the fire escape to join up with me, I'd already managed to slap a sticker on Breaker and send him on his way. I was pretty worn out though, and even after getting a little patch-up from Marcy I was still done with roof jumping for the night. With just a bit of limping - probably for psychological reasons, given the healing - we eventually made our way back to HQ and collapsed into bed.
When I wake up the next morning it's to the feeling of Marcy wriggling around in bed next to me, and the sound of...my own moans? I crack my eyes open, and eventually realize Marcy's stroking herself to the video she made of me and Breaker last night.
"You liked the show, huh?"
"Ah!" Marcy jumps at the sound of my voice before settling back down. "Oh, sorry Tammy, I didn't mean to wake you! I was just...curious how the recording came out. And then watching it got me kind of excited..."
I blink and stretch out a hand. "Lemme see." Marcy hands it over, and I take a look for myself. There was actually a light nearby where Breaker had his fun with me, so it's not nearly as dark as I was expecting. Still, the dude is massive and for the most part all you can see is his back and butt as he pounds into me. The noises I'm making though are...a little more notable than I realized, and I can see how that might get Marcy going.
"Mrmmm. So you liked that, huh? Watching me in the clutches of some supervillain? Completely helpless, getting skewered on a massive cock and bred in some back alley? Getting turned into a little heroic cocksleeve?"
I look into Marcy's face, and she's giving me the full-on deer-in-headlights look. "Um...ah...kiiind of?"
I laugh and give her a peck on the lips. "Me too. Fuck, that was wild. I'm glad we caught that guy, I might be tempted to use him as a toy sometime even if I don't need any more samples." I pause as a thought occurs to me. "Oooor maybe I could share him with you? You're into guys sometimes too, yeah? You want a taste of that?"
"Of that?" Marcy's brief relief turns back into a look of panic. "Ooooh, no, that guy was way too much. I can regenerate any, you know, damage, but that doesn't mean it'd feel good! I'm satisfied with watching."
I send myself a copy of the clip, to be saved alongside the one of me with Silver and Cold Call. "I noticed. But if you ever want a piece of the action, just ask. I don't mind sharing my prey."
"Prey..." She shivers a bit at the word, maybe something about the thought of a big bruiser like Breaker being my prey. "I'll ah, keep that in mind. Speaking of...captives, though, we never actually got the chance to question him about anything."
"No worries, I sent off a quick message to Jef last night while you were getting changed. With any luck, we shouldn't have to wait too long for some answers..."
We take the morning easy, and later that afternoon I get the ping of an incoming call from Jef. I get Marcy's attention so that she can join in, and slip on my own earpiece. "You've reached Tail & Nail Private Investigators, we tail em, then we nail em!"
"Is..." I can sense some hesitation in the AI's voice. "...Is that an accurate description of how we received our latest 'guest', Tammy? You were light on the details as to how you captured the fellow."
"Uh...well, you noticed the unbreakable skin, yeah? I had to think outside the box. Which meant making Breaker think inside the box - you know what, not important! You've got news?"
"Indeed, but allow me to bring Kalissa on, as she did most of the work."
We wait for a moment, but Mom's voice joins in pretty quickly. "Afternoon, Tamara! And Marcy is with us again?"
Marcy nods, despite the fact that Mom can't see her. "I'm here, Mrs. Hinsliss!"
The address makes Mom laugh. "Oh, please, call me Kalissa. Or, if you're close to my Tamara, perhaps you can call me mommy..."
"Nope!" I quickly interject before Marcy can respond. "Kalissa's just fine, I think!"
"Spoilsport. I suppose you're interested in business matters then, dear? I was rather excited to see that you've begun collecting males for your personal collection. Was he that good?"
I'm not blushing at all when I answer. "I captured him for intelligence-gathering purposes! Jef told you, right? Did you learn anything from him?"
"Yes, yes, I did indeed milk him for everything he's worth, once he revived sufficiently."
I blink.
"I'd say I squeezed him for everything he knows!"
"Mom..."
"You might even say he impregnated me with his knowledge..."
"Mom!" I glance at Marcy and see that she's trying not to laugh at me, the traitor!
"Right, well. You were correct about there being a black market auction house below the shop, connected to a rather deep elevator. Your 'Breaker' worked as security for the establishment, although when he doesn't return for his next shift they'll be sure to hire a replacement. It sounds as if they maintain contact with a number of villains-for-hire for this sort of thing."
Marcy speaks up. "So, ah, what sort of things are they auctioning down there? Did he know?"
"A mixture. Some of the usual - stolen art and artifacts, weapons, even superhero mementos like costume pieces and the like. But each auction has a number of headline 'special items', which is apparently a euphemism for people - almost always superhumans. Apparently this next auction includes three of them."
Marcy sucks in a breath. "Three prisoners? Who? Anyone...ah, anyone we might know of?"
"That I cannot tell you, as Breaker did not know. Apparently the manner in which captives are secured is rather complex, and Breaker had no direct access to any of them. Do you intend to raid this place and claim these captives for yourself, dear? If they're superhumans, they could be quite useful..."
I think about it, but as I look over to Marcy I shake my head. "Not like that, no. I could use some sort of public relations win, you know? Some sort of public takedown I can put my name on. Besides, if they've got more superhumans guarding the place, it might be too much to take on by ourselves. I think we're going to need to bring in Liberty Stars on this."
"I see." Mom hums thoughtfully before continuing. "Do you wish for me to return Breaker so that you can 'arrest' him properly?"
What? Give up my new toy after I went through all of that trouble? Not a chance! "No! No, I mean, no need for that. We don't need to give them all the details, just say that we got a tip about the time and place, and that there might be human trafficking going on there. Honestly, that one sentence would probably get two dozen of the heroes around here moving, everyone's looking to get a piece of Baitmaster right now and this could be a lead to him."
"I suppose so. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
I think about Breaker, and how nice it might be to have him available for...stress relief after a hard day. "Just, ah, curious, how hard would it be for me to visit the base from time to time? Or...maybe with Marcy?"
There's a moment of silence there, and Jef ends up stepping in. "We have a lock-on to your implanted trackers at all times, and I do not believe Liberty Stars headquarters has any security systems capable of detecting usage of our transporter. As for Marcy, well...I suppose with an advanced warning I could override the beacon limitation that requires a full dose of Embrace before they work on a subject, but that would obviously be in extreme violation of our security protocols."
Mom comes back on, and to my surprise she's disagreeing with Jef. "Actually, I believe I would approve that override in this case, Jef. Marcy does sound like quite the special case, and if she's interested in a visit..."
Marcy smiles as she agrees. "I'd love to meet you in person, Kalissa! You sound like an, ah, interesting woman to get to meet..."
Mom's voice turns into a purr. "And I would love to get to know you better, Marcy. You sound quite interesting yourself..."
My brain blanks out for a moment. Was this all a horrible idea? My mouth starts running before I even realize I'm speaking. "Onsecondthoughtmaybesecurityisgood, I mean, Jef would have to make sure all the secret stuff is hidden, and that we don't contaminate the experiments, and you know, all the…stuff. Secret stuff."
"Tammy, I'm not sure what you mean. I can certainly be quite discreet when I wish to be..."
"I know! That's great, thanks for the help! We'll be in touch about how it all turns out!" I disconnect the call with a sigh and collapse back onto the sofa before noticing Marcy giving me a weird look.
"Is, uh...everything alright, Tammy?"
I fix her with my most serious expression ever. "Marcy, you have to promise me something. Just one thing."
She blinks. "Okay?"
"Do not fuck my mom. Please."
"..."
"You probably wouldn't even find her hot anyways. She's not even a tiny bit human."
Her brows furrow. "What does she look like, then?"
"Massive reptilian, usually walks on all fours but she can use her front legs like hands. Scales and a tail. She'd be like a minivan compared to you. Not hot at all, right?"
"..."
My eyes widen. "Marcy."
"Sorry! I mean, I would never have sex with someone if you weren't okay with it, Tammy!"
"...Thanks, Marcy." I give her a smile, but inwardly I cringe.
My mom's not hot...right?