You leave the room, almost sighing in sadness. You know that you'll have time for Spider-Woman later, but you have to get your priorities right. You venture deeper into the training complex, passing a multitude of rooms filled with people fighting and practicing.
You almost give up on hope when you past through the last set of rooms, filled with large flashing lights and loud sounds. You cautiously look in, and finally spy your target.
Scarlet Witch is wearing a scantily clad suit and rapidly fires spheres at a multitude of enemies, simultaneously influencing probabilities to screw up their guns and other weapons.
She seems to be able to fend herself well against this, despite the heavy odds against her, and you decide to throw a wrench into the proceedings by joining in with the virtual enemies. You quickly change your clothing to match that of the simulation, and you run towards her, firing your gun at her.
You aren't surprised when your gun jams, and you toss it aside and continue to charge at her. She looks surprised when she sees you acting in this fashion, and fires a sphere at you. You whirl to the side, dodging it, and finally meet her face-to-face.
The frustration on her face is quite visible- now that she had to deal with you, the other simulations began making progress towards her. However, the two of you rapidly exchange blows, and you smile as you toy with her. Despite her probability field, you manage to fend her off with expert ease, and after deflecting a particularly vicious blow, you reach in and grab her breast.
She gasps in shock, waving her hand to dispel the simulations, and her eyes knit together in rage when you don't disappear. She's seen through your trick! You almost laugh out loud when she attempts to flee the room, but you hastily trip her, and proceed to pin her down on the ground.
Her eyes betray fear as you rip off her bright red bra and panties, as well as her similar combat boots. Her luscious D-cup breasts pop out, and you suckle on one as you play with her other. She squirms underneath you, and your clothing burns away with a thought. Coughing under the fumes, she temporarily stops struggling, and you decide to take the plunge. |