29 Sisterly Love

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Betad by Marethyu, Beans, Malcolm Tent, Mike God of Lore, Old man of the mountain, Priapus

The Guild of Gamers: The Supervillain

Chapter 24: Sisterly Love

– Amy Dallon –

Pressing her breasts against Vicky's, they posed for the camera with smiles as their naked bodies pushed together. This had been her life for the past few hours, taking increasingly risque pictures with her beloved sister.

Vicky, who she had lusted over for years, was utterly naked as she hugged Amy, grinning for the camera. Jin had even admitted that these pictures were for his private enjoyment, not public release, making Vicky even naughtier for her beloved boyfriend.

Kissing Amy, Vicky squeezed her ass and moaned into Amy's mouth for Jin's enjoyment. Amy returned the kiss, her hands wandering Vicky's body with fervour.

She didn't care that Jin was watching, she didn't care that this was all on camera, she just cared that Vicky was kissing her. For the first time in history, her affections were being returned.

She wasn't dumb; she knew that Vicky was only doing this for Jin's pleasure. This was only possible because of Jin, and he clearly knew it, giving her a smug smile. 

'Look at what I can do for you.' 'You couldn't have this without me.'

"Girls, I think that's enough," Jin said, making her eyes widen as she glared at the smug older man. Vicky immediately moved away from her, running to Jin's side like a well-trained dog. "Let's move this upstairs."

As she went to get changed, Jin gave her a look that told her to stop immediately. Vicky remained completely naked, so Amy followed behind as her sister trailed after Jin like a good little sex toy. Jin really had trained Vicky, cementing in her mind that if she exposed him it would destroy Vicky.

Moving to his bedroom, she felt her heart pound as Vicky grinned at the sight of Jin undoing his shirt.

"Did we get you all worked up?" Vicky teased as Jin sat down at the edge of the bed, utterly shirtless in just his trousers. 

"Yes, and now it's time to pay for it. Girls, kneel in front of me," Jin demanded, and Vicky basically jumped to obey him. Amy hesitated for a moment, but before long, she was next to Vicky, watching him pull his cock out. "I take it you two can work together; sisters should get along."

Grabbing both of their hair, he pushed them towards his cock, and Vicky immediately kissed it, rubbing her lips along his fat shaft. Amy copied her, both kissing either side of his cock as they stared at each other, their bodies pressed together in the tight space between his legs. Vicky moved first, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, immediately worshipping his cock as she started to suck it.

Amy moved lower, reluctantly licking and sucking on Jin's balls, her hand moving to Vicky's ass. Vicky didn't try to stop her, letting Amy molest her uncaringly as Vicky worked hard to please her master.

"Switch," Jin ordered, making Vicky pull back and move down to her balls. Amy moved up, wondering when she'd become so used to following his every command. Vicky returned the favour, groping her ass while they worked together to please Midas.

Not that Vicky realised she was servicing the villain's cock. Vicky was getting taken advantage of by a villain and Amy was letting her. Midas had Vicky dancing in the palm of his hands, and she was letting it happen. Oddly enough, she didn't feel as guilty about that as she should.

Jin was good for the Bay. He had plans for everyone, and the city was already better for having him in it. If she exposed him, she'd just ruin her family's lives… and not even slow him down. That was her excuse, and she was sticking with it.

Jin started to grunt, gripping her hair and pushing her head down as he started to cum. She'd personally increased his semen production, so she knew to anticipate the large load that started to flood her cheeks as she struggled to swallow it all.

Pulling her head back, he finished on her face as Vicky immediately moved, kissing her again to fight over the cum. Vicky lapped at her face like an addict, clearly loving the taste of his semen as they made out and swapped it between them.

"Girls, on the bed. Amy, you're first," Jin ordered, making Vicky jump up, gasping as Jin spanked her ass roughly. Amy rose to her feet, catching her breath as she blushed and moved onto the bed.

Legs spread, she watched Vicky sit next to her, ready to watch her get fucked, but Jin paused and sighed as his phone went off. 

"I have to take this, Cape work. Vicky, get your sister ready for me," Jin said, giving her a look as Vicky agreed and immediately moved between her legs. As Vicky began to lap at her already-soaked slit, she stared into Jin's knowing eyes.

This was her reward for betraying everyone, her sister's head between her legs, and as one of those legs locked around Vicky's head, she had one simple thought. 

Worth it.

Jin talked quietly, sitting on the chair at his desk as he seemed agitated by something. She couldn't tell if it was real; Jin was a fantastic actor. She didn't care either; she was sure her moans were audible on the other end of the phone as Vicky's skilful tongue plundered her depths. 

She wasn't going to last until Jin was done with his call at this rate, gripping Vicky's hair as her beloved sister smirked up at her, proud of the way Amy was writhing under her.

"Man, Amy, you wouldn't last five minutes with Crystal," Vicky giggled, making her blush at the image. 

"That's because your sister is a horny slut, and a bisexual one. She's been getting her masculine interests fulfilled but not her feminine ones," Jin explained, ending the call as Vicky's eyes widened knowingly, giving her another smirk as she tweaked Amy's large tits. 

"She's ready for you," Vicky said, but Jin grabbed her waist and forced Vicky back down.

"But you've been waving your sexy little ass at me while I was trying to work, so I've changed my mind. Get back to work, don't leave Amy waiting her turn," Jin demanded, pushing Vicky's head back down between her legs as he slammed into Vicky's waiting cunt.

Vicky moaned, but she obeyed as she started to lick Amy's cunt again, even as Jin took her from behind. Jin smirked from behind Vicky, once again reminding her that this was only possible because of him. She just nodded submissively, unseen by Vicky, as she submitted to her master.

It wasn't long before she was cumming, and Vicky followed right along as Jin pumped his seed into her hungry teen womb. Jin didn't need to wait, moving from sister to sister as he ordered Vicky to sit on her face. 

Vicky obeyed, seemingly unaware of how submissive she acted around Jin, and Amy wasted no time in returning the favour. Vicky's arousal and Jin's cum leaked out of her, Amy lapping it all up like the slut she was, even as Jin played with her tits. 

They were making out, both using her for their own pleasure, not that she minded. From position to position, Jin made sure to fuck both of them repeatedly, leaving both sisters a sweaty, cum-stained mess in his bed as he was finally satisfied.

His phone rang again as he pulled out of Vicky's abused ass, Vicky moaning as Amy moved forwards and immediately started to eat the cum-stuffed booty.

"Girls, I have work to do. You can both rest here but don't go too far. I want you both ready and waiting for when I'm done," Jin demanded, making Vicky laugh even as she moaned.

"Again? You've fucked us both so many times that I can't feel my legs," Vicky whined, unable to hide the pleasure in her tone. She was close to cumming a second time, shuddering as Amy fingered her.

"Then Amy can fix you so I can fuck you senseless again," Jin deadpanned. "I'll be back later."

Leaving them, Vicky just moaned at the onslaught of pleasure. Amy was a cheat, using her power to enhance Vicky's pleasure in ways other girls could never do, and it wasn't long until Vicky was cumming again.

"I think he has a thing for sisters," Vicky moaned, sitting up looking like a well-fucked angel. She was practically glowing, sweat glistening on her beautiful body.

"Then we should get used to this; the pervy bastard will want us together a lot," Amy said, making Vicky laugh tiredly. Before she could reply, Amy moved forward and kissed her sister, pushing her down onto the bed. 

Groping Vicky, her sister returned her affections as they kept each other company while Jin was busy doing something evil probably. 

She didn't care; Jin could be out there kicking puppies and she'd still thank him on her hands and knees (a position she was oh-so-familiar with after the past few hours). Her sick fantasy was now her sexy reality.

And all it took was submission to the smartest villain in Brockton Bay.

– Aisha Laborn –

"You realise that there is no going back from this?" Midas asked, making her roll her eyes as she took off her top and unclipped her bra. "If we do this, you are going to be mine forever."

"No, duh," Aisha scoffed, undoing her shorts and pushing them (and her panties) down. Standing before him in her birthday suit, she gave him a challenging look. "You think I'm gonna back out; after all this? Stop being a pussy, and let's do this."

Midas just raised an eyebrow at her stubborn tone.

"I simply wish to make sure you understand what you are getting yourself in for," Midas replied, giving her a once-over. "This is not something that can be undone."

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I know that. I'm not dumb," Aisha scoffed, seeing the annoyance in his eyes and reminding herself that she was pushing her luck with the dangerous villain. "Look, I get it. I'm in for the long haul; you can tattoo 'Property of Midas' on my ass for all I care. I want this."

"Very well, if you are sure," Jin said, taking her hand and guiding her to the chair. She couldn't deny that her heart was beating as she lay down in the surgery chair. "Let's get you chromed up."

But this was something she couldn't possibly miss out on, and as she was drugged with the anaesthesia, she grinned. It was time to get chromed. 

– Later –

 Testing her new cyberware in the training range, she activated her Sandevistan and watched the world slow to a crawl around her. Mantis blades tore the dummies apart, making her feel like a fucking god as Midas watched calmly.

"I take it you are enjoying your new toys?" Midas asked, making her grin at him. She was just wearing a pair of tight sports shorts and a tank top, wanting full movement as she nodded wildly. "Then perhaps it is time for us to discuss how you will be paying me back for your powers and new tech."

"Hit me with it, boss. What do you need me to do?" Aisha asked, pausing. "Is it sex? Because I'm totally down."

"Perhaps, but I have bigger plans for you than just serving as my cocksleeve," Midas said bluntly. "Follow me."

Turning and walking away, she followed behind quickly. She wasn't going to risk him deciding to take her new tech away from her. Not least of which was because he'd replaced her legs and arms with cyberware, not to mention her spine, eyes and several other things she kinda needed.

Yeah, she'd gotten carried away, but Midas had said it was safe, and it was so cool to be able to activate tech with just a look. Not to mention the combat analysis software that basically made her a fucking Jedi.

Moving to his office, he gestured at the large table which had the map of Brockton Bay on top of it. It was a cool interactive map showing different gang territory and cape locations, and he gestured at a small piece of technology.

"See this little slice of the city?" Midas asked, gesturing to a small territory that lit up. It was right alongside the PRT turf, where regular Ward patrols passed close by. 

"Yup," Aisha agreed, gasping as he moved his free hand down to her ass, groping her backside roughly as Midas continued as if nothing was happening. 

"This is your turf now because I have a special job for you," Midas said. Her eyes widened. "You're going to do what you do best."

"W-what do you mean?" Aisha asked, making him smile wryly. He was still playing with her ass, his hand slipping into her shorts to grope her firm booty directly, but she didn't let herself react. She wasn't losing this game.

"You are… extremely annoying," Midas deadpanned, making her blink before she shrugged. "I plan to use that against the PRT. You will be given several capes, a small force of goons. Your job is to be a menace but never commit any crimes that would warrant a PRT response. Your goal is to waste the Ward's time and PRT/BBPD resources. I'm also going to have White Rabbit take you on as an apprentice to teach you how to truly steal."

"So, I just need to be annoying?" Aisha asked, grinning widely. "Oh, I can do that."

"That's what I'm counting on; your goal is to become the Wards' rival. Brockton Bay Wards see more combat than most; I want you to change that purely by tying them up with petty pranks and ambushes. Just be an annoyance to them while staying small enough that it would seem like overkill if they send the Protectorate capes after you," Midas explained, making her grin excitedly. 

"I was born for this," Aisha swore, vibrating with excitement. She was gonna be so fucking annoying.

"That, I believe," Midas deadpanned, finally stopping his blatant molestation of her. "Now, I've set up a hideout for you in your new territory. Remember, you are not to commit anything serious enough for a serious response."

"Don't worry, being petty is my speciality," Aisha promised, grinning.

"Then let's get you started," Midas said, giving her a pat on the shoulder.

This was going to be amazing.

– Brian Laborn (Grue) –

Being called to meet Midas made his heart drop, convinced that Midas already knew that he and Shinso had betrayed him as they both stood in his office. Leaking information to the PRT was always going to be risky, and if they'd already gotten caught…

It was too late now; they'd told Armsmaster about the new gang Midas was forming that they were going to be a part of.

"So, today is the day?" Shinso asked awkwardly, making Midas nod. They were all in the back of his limo, made by Squealer or whatever she was going by now.

"It is; we shall be there soon," Midas said calmly, making them share a look.

Reaching their destination, he hoped Armsmaster knew what he was doing as they headed into the new base. If this went wrong… 

And yet, as they walked into the base his heart froze at the sight of Aisha, the first time he'd seen her since she'd been taken.

"Aish- what did he do to you?" Brian asked, horrified to see the modifications Midas had made to his sister. 

"Nothing I didn't ask for; guess who's a cape now?" Aisha said excitedly, almost blurring as she closed the distance. "Wait, are these my minions?!"

"That's right, Aisha, you already know Brian. Brian, Shinso, this is Aisha. She's the leader of the gang you'll both be joining," Midas said, making them both freeze and share a look. "Are you ready for your debut?"

"Hell yeah," Aisha said excitedly, but his heart was pounding. Aisha had been chromed. He'd heard of Midas' men getting limbs replaced with tinkertech, but he'd chromed little Aisha.

Aisha would need maintenance; if she were captured, then the PRT wouldn't be able to keep the tech working, and Aisha had a lot. They'd told Armsmaster about the job they were both going to be on soon, and he was going to show up to Aisha's cape debut.

Midas knew.

The look in his eyes seemed amused, knowing the trap he'd caught them in. If he went through with his current plan, Aisha might be arrested. He'd have to fight Armsmaster to keep Aisha safe. Armsmaster would assume he'd been lured into a trap; the original plan was for them to get away, but Midas' plans were supposed to be disrupted by Armsmaster.

If they went with that, Aisha would be at risk.

"Aisha, go get changed into your new outfit," Midas ordered, making her move away. The moment she left the room, his expression changed. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out? One word, Puppeteer, and your family will be executed. My men are there as we speak."

Shinso went silent, his mouth clamping shut.

"You tried to outsmart me; this was not a good plan. You have two choices; I know you've alerted Armsmaster to this little operation because I allowed you to find the intel I wanted you to leak. You two will help Aisha take down Armsmaster, humiliate him, and destroy the trust you've built with him. Fail, and Aisha will be arrested, where I will be forced to… deactivate her so my tech doesn't fall into PRT hands, and I will simply wash my hands of you both, permanently," Midas drawled. "I hate traitors, more than I ever do my enemies. Your ends will not be clean; this is your one and only chance to prove you are worth keeping around."

Aisha returned, wearing a black and gold outfit with a bandana that could be pulled up over her lower face with a golden skull on it. It made her loyalty to Midas clear. The outfit comprised black trousers, a tight shirt, and a jacket that reached past her bottom. Aisha couldn't stop vibrating with excitement, clearly not understanding the seriousness of the situation. Even the purple streak in her hair had been made golden.

"Oh, hey, the gang's all here," Regent lazily said, showing up. "You two getting made Aisha's goons too?" 

"Yup, you're all my bitches now," Aisha laughed, making Regent shrug.

"I get to play games and still get paid; I'll be anyone's bitch for this cushy position," Regent said shamelessly. Regent was wearing a black and gold version of his old outfit, and it wasn't long until some of Midas' thugs arrived carrying theirs.

"That's the spirit," Aisha said. "Oi, you two. Get changed; we have a theme here," Aisha ordered, grinning wildly. 

"You heard your boss; you have work to do after all," Midas said simply, guiding Aisha over to the table where they were going over the plans. 

This was going to end poorly, no matter what… but he had no choice; he needed to stop Armsmaster (after luring him here).

– Colin Wallis (Armsmaster) –

He was actually surprised that he got permission to take on this new lead against Midas, his informants letting him know that Midas planned to debut a new gang at the very edge of PRT territory.

Piggot didn't agree, but Costa-Brown trusted him to put a stop to whatever Midas was up to. They'd been playing defence ever since Midas had shown up, but finally, they had a chance to put him on the defensive.

Arriving, he watched thugs spray-painting some signs on the walls, frowning as he spotted his informant. Grue was wearing his old outfit, only now it had clear golden accents to declare that he was one of Midas' men.

Puppeteer was there too, looking uncomfortable as they listened to a new cape talk. The girl was short, with a golden streak in her black hair. She was clearly young, Wards age if they could capture her and get her to turn.

Midas himself was nowhere in sight, which was good because he'd been ordered to retreat if the man himself showed up. It was short-sighted; yes, he'd lost last time, but that was only because he didn't know about Midas' striker power.

If he kept his distance-

Ah well, he could take down this new cape and Regent, along with capturing several of Midas' thugs. One of them would talk, and finally, they'd have more to work on. 

As he arrived, the capes stopped. He normally wouldn't take on four capes alone, but he knew Puppeteer and Grue would only put up a token resistance. This would be a much-needed victory for him, maybe even save his failing career to finally deal Midas a defeat.

"Surrender," he demanded, making the girl laugh.

"Didn't you say that to Midas before he kicked your ass?" the girl asked, grinning. "Nah, I don't feel like it, Halbeard. We've been waiting for you."

His eyes widened, glancing at Puppeteer and Grue. Grue looked away, but as he went to contact the PRT, a cloud of darkness covered the area and cut him off. He couldn't see, but it wasn't a disadvantage they shared as something hit him, knocking him back.

"Man, your gear sucks, can't believe I used to have your action figure," the girl said, and as she approached, he could finally see her. Her eyes, artificial, glowed in the darkness as his armour locked up. "Whoops sucks to suck. Your look kinda sucks, but don't you worry. I can fix that."

"Hero, say what?" a second voice said, making him freeze.

"Wha-"

Puppeteer gave him an awkward look as he shrugged helplessly. No, he'd been tricked. This was a trap.

But the girl just grinned, pulling out a set of markers with a grin on her lips along with… was that a razor?

– Emily Piggot –

"...do I need to remind you how obscene this looks?" Emily asked, staring at Armsmaster with nothing resembling pity. "This new girl, Imp, is already being treated like a more playful Uber and Leet, she spends most of her time committing minor crimes, streaming them. She's a literal child."

Armsmaster didn't say anything; his armour was spray-painted gold, with crude symbols and sayings drawn onto it with permanent marker. His signature beard had been partially shaved, but only in the weirdest places. Aside from having a literal Hitler stash, she'd left the parts of the beard going around his mouth while shaving his chin. It made him look ridiculous.

"You lost to a child after going after her against my orders, going behind my back to ask Costa-Brown instead. Again. She recorded the entire thing, parading you around like an action figure; how did she even do that?" Emily asked, making him hesitate.

"I believe Midas has studied my tech and worked out how to hack into my armour, allowing the tech he has given this Imp to take control of it against my will. He used Grue's power to cut me off from Dragon, and she wasn't able to reconnect to it once the power lifted," Armsmaster admitted.

"So, she can just take control with a glance. Do I need to send you the videos of you doing the YMCA for her adoring fans? How about the one of you dancing to 'I'm a little teapot' while she sings. Badly," Emily asked, seeing Armsmaster seethe.

Yeah, she was pissed too.

"I thought Grue was leaking information to you?" Emily asked.

"He was, and I confirmed the intel he was sending several times. We used it to stop some minor schemes Midas was performing; this should have-"

"So Midas used him to leak irrelevant data to you, then lured you in where he could have a teenage girl humiliate you? Which, by the way, Prophet predicted he'd do," Emily snarled. 

One of their top heroes, and now they'd been publicly humiliated by Midas and then Midas's teenage minion, who seemed more interested in painting crude insults to the PRT on the boardwalk than actually committing real crimes.

So far, she'd stolen some ice cream from the Boardwalk, ran circles around the PRT troopers who responded, kicked one of them into the Bay, and left graffiti everywhere. Almost all of it making fun of the PRT.

She was a child, making fun of people and using her powers to be a general menace. So far, they'd driven her back once, and it was Vista and Kid Win who managed to drive the gremlin away.

Which only made Armsmaster look worse, because the girl who had him do the cha-cha down the street lost to Vista.

"Armsmaster, I want to be very clear about this. Do not engage anyone with even the slightest connection to Midas. I don't care if you see Midas dragging a comically large bag with cash signs on it through the street; ignore him. Your reputation cannot survive another humiliation like this, and I won't have you drag us down with you," Emily said, glaring at the bastard who had ignored her.

They had a thinker who could predict Midas with some success, but this glory hound had ignored Prophet's warning, so sure he could handle some minor villains.

As Armsmaster left, she opened her emails from Prophet. They still weren't sure what it would take to get Prophet to empower them, but at least he seemed to have a grudge against Midas.

'I've been studying this new gang; they're made to waste resources. Minor crimes meant to tie up the BBPD and PRT resources; you wouldn't be able to hold any of them due to their incredibly minor crimes, even if captured. No court is going to risk drawing the League of Villains over graffiti or petty theft. Don't send Protectorate capes after them; it'll prompt a more serious response and make you look worse for overreacting to a kid. Use the Wards; Midas won't want them getting a serious response, so there's no real risk to them.'

She hated that he practically gave her orders, but Watchdog had already agreed that he was probably right, so Costa-Brown had given the order to listen to Prophet. 

They didn't have the resources to focus on some dumb kids playing games, with the Empire seemingly preparing for a war with Midas, given Purity's fucking air strike on one of Midas' bases. The Wards would have to deal with this Imp; the real heroes needed to focus elsewhere.

She really hated Midas, and his smug 'hero' brother, for that matter. Nothing had gone right since those two had shown up.

– Lisa Wilbourne (Tattletale) –

People didn't realise just how expansive Jin's empire truly was.

When he had first arrived, he had been pulling thugs out of thin air, but had suddenly stopped after taking over Merchant territory. His numbers had stabilised, and he'd seemed to stop growing in terms of gang members.

Only he hadn't; he'd continued to recruit more and more of his minions; he was just diverting them elsewhere.

Many of them had gone to the various hotels, the Orientals, that the League worked out from. They served as bouncers and hired muscle; even the bartenders and waitresses were Midas' pseudo-summons.

The League had a good thing going, offering lesser villains the manpower they needed to really make it. It meant so many lesser villains out there had gangs entirely of Midas' men.

It was just one of the many services the League offered its members. So many villains were held back by the inability to gather followers; with this and the Thinker support the League offered, minor villains were becoming major players all across America and Europe.

And as they all paid their dues to the League, it was putting villains on the same level as the PRT capes when it came to support. Tinkers could get their much-needed resources through the League, and thieves could auction their stolen goods, getting their money laundered in the process.

Then there were the fucking PMCs, as in plural. Midas was currently the puppet master for the top three PMCs operating in Africa.

He was waging proxy wars against himself just to test his tech, having two of his PMCs working for two different warlords who were fighting each other for territory.

It wasn't just his summons, he'd found a lot of success recruiting veterans. Especially crippled ones, offering the tech to replace their ruined limbs, it was easy for him to recruit countless veterans, many formerly homeless, into his forces. How he ensured loyalty, she wasn't entirely sure yet but he clearly had his ways.

He worked out where they were best suited, both in terms of what they were willing to do and where their skills lay, from simple security gigs, working for villains as hired muscle, all the way to being deployed in military operations.

Midas was so much bigger than anyone realised, and here she was with all that information at her fingertips. She could relocate the PMCs wherever she wanted, her own private armies. 

Of course she'd have to explain to Midas why she'd relocated them, and she better have a good explanation.

Still, Midas was only publicly focused on Brockton Bay. In actuality, he was spreading through America and Europe through the League and using his PMCs to start to expand into Africa and the Middle East. 

The PRT had no idea just how powerful her boss had become, countless companies taken over by both legal and highly questionable means, and blackmail on countless key public figures. They'd probably quarantine the Bay and lock him in it if they had a clue just how dangerous he really was.

As her boss arrived, she turned to face the door he'd be coming through. She'd been waiting for this for a long time, watching Midas enter.

Behind him, Bob dragged a man with a bag over his head into the room.

Oh, she'd been waiting for this for so, so long. Hello, Coil.

— Thomas Calvert (Coil) —

Midas thought he was funny, the method he was so fond of using with Thinkers being used on him as he was bagged and dragged.

He wasn't out of the game yet, the bag being pulled off his head as he came face to face with Midas himself.

"I thought you'd enjoy experiencing things from the other side," Midas said simply, making Coil force down his glare as a gun was pushed into the back of his head.

Trying to split the timelines, his power just refused to work with the one who had been fucking with it so much sitting right in front of him.

He only had one chance here.

"I have to admit, I underestimated you," Coil said, giving Midas a slight smile. "But then, everyone did."

"Ah, flattery? I expected threats," Midas laughed. Making Coil shrug.

"You have me on my knees with my arms bound behind my back, with a gun to my head. You've replaced me, my men none-the-wiser and undoubtedly stolen my resources. We both know any threats would be rather pointless," Coil admitted, hiding his rage at how much this newcomer had set him back. "I can admit when I'm beaten and admire the skill of the plans that brought me down. I'm curious, how long have you had my base compromised?"

"Long enough," Midas confirmed a slight smirk on his smug face. 

"I'm still alive despite everything, which means you have plans for me. My power doesn't work around you, but I'm sure you understand how powerful it truly is. So, I'm to be your Tattletale? Why else would you spare me," Coil laughed. He could work with this, get into a position of power in the League and start again.

If he could take over the League, he'd be able to recover from his losses and go even further. He was genuinely annoyed he didn't think of it first.

"Ah, you misunderstand. I don't want you. I'm simply keeping a promise," Midas said, stepping to the side as someone else walked into view. "I don't need you as my Tattletale because I have the original model, and she's cuter than you."

"Hi, Tommy," Lisa said, a smug smile on her lips as his eyes widened from the gun she was holding. The same gun he'd had her threatened with when he first recruited her.

"I am far more powerful than her. I successfully ran a powerful group without anyone being any the wiser to my existence; Lisa could barely keep the Undersiders in line," Coil said, understanding that Lisa 100% intended to kill him.

"Your fate is in her hands. You're just her sign-up bonus," Midas said with a lazy shrug. "I just don't need or particularly want you."

Turning back to Lisa, he froze as she pulled out a coin.

"Heads or tails?" Lisa asked, making him hesitate.

"You can't be serious-" he started, cutting off as she shot him in the leg. "H-heads!"

Flipping the coin, she caught it and looked down. 

"Impressive. If I remember you called it correctly twelve times when you were showing off. So, that's one down and eleven to go," Lisa taunted. "Heads or tails."

"Tails," Coil tried, his power still refusing to work with Midas right there.

Catching it again, she gave him a smug smile as she showed him the coin. Heads again.

"Looks like you aren't as smart as you thought," Lisa said, raising the gun.

He went to speak, but with a look of complete disdain, she pulled the trigger, and he fell to the floor, a hole through his forehead.

— Lisa Wilbourne (The Shadow Broker) —

Watching the body get dragged away for disposal, she sat back down with a wide smile.

Coil was done; he was yesterday's news. He was just a delusional little snake who thought he was a god.

Watching him realise she was going to kill him made everything worth it. With him right there, working out what he'd done with his alternative timelines wasn't hard.

He'd killed her before, or at least simulated it, probably tortured and degraded her in all manner of ways since his power had given him a god complex where he thought he could do anything to anyone. She wondered how many times she'd been killed in an alternate timeline, how much rape or torture she'd been put through, but decided she didn't want to know (for once).

And now he was dead, dying after losing the same game he loved to show off his almighty power with.

"That was so easy," Lisa realised, looking down at the bloodstain left behind. 

"Coil just didn't understand how small-time he truly was, that's all," Jin said with a shrug. "He was never going to last in the major leagues."

"So what happens now?" Lisa asked, making him give her a smile

"We both have our parts to play, Shadow Broker. The world is our oyster, but first, we need to remove the ABB and Empire from my city. We have much work to do, Coil was barely a footnote," Jin said easily. "The actors are all in position, and the play is about to begin. I just need to set the stage a little more first."

Knowing what he meant, she smiled as she spat on the bloodstain.

"Would you like me to have the corpse brought back?" Jin asked, making her shake her head.

"Coil isn't worth my time anymore, just some wannabe Bond villain who spent all his time hiding in his basement," Lisa scoffed, looking towards her computer from which she could control the world. 

Pausing, she leaned up and placed a light kiss on the side of Jin's mouth, giving him a smug smile.

"Thanks, boss. I won't let you down. You won't regret keeping me over him," Lisa promised, making him smile.

"Of course I won't. I don't make mistakes," Jin said regally. 

With his planning and her intelligence, no one could beat them. The world was theirs to play with.

— Bonus Scene — Kayden Anders (Purity) 

Standing before Coil, she glared at the masked man as he stared her down.

"You said-"

"I said I'd return your daughter if you destroyed the base and killed Midas. You managed to do one of those things, Midas is very much still alive and unharmed," Coil drawled, making her glare.

"I saw him go into it. Your agents confirmed it. He should be dead," Kayden argued, but Coil just stared back at her.

"Should be, but he is most certainly not; you failed and have no doubt put him on guard from future attempts," Coil pointed out.

"You still set him against the Empire; you got what you wanted. Give me Aster back, or I'll-" Kayden started, glowing as he rose up.

"Or you'll what, Mrs Anders?" Coil asked, utterly calm as he walked around the desk and approached her.

Despite the rage she felt, she powered down and glared at the cold villain as he just stared her down expectantly.

"Oh? Lost your tongue?" Coil asked, one hand reaching up and groping her breast as her glare intensified. "Do not make threats you aren't able to fulfil; as long as I have Aster, you aren't doing anything except whatever I tell you to."

She went silent, knowing he was right. 

"Try to threaten me again, and I'll have you entertain my men for the rest of the weekend to make up for your failure," Coil threatened, his hand moving down and slipping into her trousers.

The piece of shit was touching her pussy directly; his hand slipped into her panties as she stood there and let him, a feeling of hopelessness filling her at the rough molestation.

"Am I clear?" Coil asked, and she just forced down her anger and nodded, subdued. As long as he had Aster, she was at his mercy. She'd do anything for her daughter, and he knew it.

"Kneel," Coil ordered, and she forced down her disgust as she obeyed and fell to her knees. Undoing his suit, she could only watch with anger and humiliation as he pulled out a large, black cock.

Slapping it against her face, she glared up at him as he gripped her hair and stared down at her through his bodysuit.

Of course, he was a ni-

"Don't finish that thought unless you want to be passed around every former merchant I can find. Don't look so surprised; racists are predictable," Coil warned, pushing the tip against her mouth. "I'm giving you a chance to earn a second chance at getting your daughter back, so open wide and get to work. I suggest you don't fuck this up."

Despite her rage, her lips parted obediently, and the large manhood was pushed into her waiting mouth. He had no mercy for her, pumping his hips as he abused her throat roughly. 

He was larger than Max, considerably so, and she could do nothing but gag from the brutal facefucking. This was the worst experience of her life, choking on Coil's black cock, his balls slapping against her chin as she was used like some whore.

With a final thrust, he pulled her head down until her lips were pushed against his shaven crotch, his semen flooding her throat as he pumped it down into her waiting gullet.

Pulling back, she gasped for air and glared up at her abuser. Her glare was ruined somewhat as he stroked himself, the last few spurts of his climax painting her angry features.

"I'll give you a second chance to save Aster, one last chance," Coil said as she rose to her feet, cum and slather covering her chin as she waited. "You're going to kill Kaiser for me."

"W-what?" Kayden asked, her blood running cold.

"You failed to kill Midas, so this will have to do. You will kill Kaiser, then I will return Aster to you, and you will both leave the city and never return," Coil ordered, her heart beating faster than ever before. 

Would she really do it? Kill Kaiser to save Aster? Without a moment of hesitation, they both knew it.

"Okay," Kayden replied, degraded and subdued. He had her, and he knew it.

"Good girl. However, you aren't done apologising for your mistakes yet. Bend over the desk and lower your trousers."

His words made her shudder, but with robotic movements, she moved over to the desk and bent over, her ass sticking out towards her tormentor as she slowly peeled her jeans down.

With a single yank, he ripped her plain white panties down and moved behind her. He forced her legs apart, his disgusting cock pressing against her slit before he simply thrust in and filled depths that had never been touched by a man before.

He was bigger than Max, and it was apparent as he started to thrust, gripping her hips roughly, and he pounded her against his desk, unwanted pleasure mixing with the shame and degradation of her abuse.

— Hours Later —

 In Coil's bed, she gripped the sheets as she came again. She didn't want to, but the unrelenting assault on her body was too much for her to take.

He thrust forwards, sheathing himself inside her as he let his seed flood her womb. She was too tired to complain at this point, having taken several loads already.

She just shuddered at the feeling of fullness, gasping in unwanted pleasure as he finished depositing his load into her waiting body.

Finally pulling out of her, Coil looked over at her as she panted from the exertion, well-fucked with his semen on her face and tits.

"A-are you done, now? Haven't I apologised enough?" Kayden asked tiredly, angry and humiliated at how many times she'd cum from his abuse of her body.

"Assuming you succeed in your mission, yes I suppose we can call things even," Coil finally said, no doubt smirking under his mask. "You know your role, but as you've proven too incompetent to be trusted with the specifics, I will take point in this operation. I will tell you when to strike."

She just stared at him hatefully, even as she nodded slightly. If Kaiser had to die to protect Aster, so be it.

She couldn't deny she'd considered it; as long as he was alive, he'd be able to threaten to take Aster away, and now the choice was out of her hands. She would kill him and be free of this fucking city.

— Jin Yukimura (Coil) —

Leaving Kayden to seethe, I smile to myself under Coil's mask. I never planned to keep Coil around long-term, but I'm going to get the most value out of him while I can.

As Midas, I have rules I must obey to keep my image as the benevolent godfather, but as Coil, I can break them as much as I want.

He'll be a useful tool in dealing with the Empire.

Now, to set up Kaiser's assassination… so I can stop it as Midas. All according to plan.