Rena Fic Chapter 3

        Rena touched her lips for what felt like the thousandth time as she walked home, mind still whirling with memories of the evening’s ‘battle’ and fevered dreams of future possibilities.  Her thoughts danced from topic to topic, setting up future fights, the taste of Bridgette’s pomegranate lip balm, the way that her thighs had pinned Rena to the ground...Rena dragged her thoughts away from that last topic only with great effort.  Casting about for a distraction, she realized that her hoodie had been covered with all matter of dirt, oil, and less identifiable substances.  Glad for anything that would keep her thoughts from wandering, she quickly pulled the offending garment off and set to brushing it off, though her efforts seemed to only make the problem worse.  Grumbling under her breath and leaning in to get a closer look at the issue, she scrubbed at the fabric harder.

        This proved to be her undoing.  Her mind didn’t even have time to register shock as she felt herself lifted off the ground and flung through the air, her sweatshirt fluttering from her hands.  It seemed almost fitting, she thought as she sped towards the ground, too much had gone right this evening, and the universe needed to balance the scales.  She hit the ground and tumbled to a halt, groaning as her body let her know that it didn’t appreciate this kind of treatment.  Wincing, she pulled herself into a seated posture and tried to get her bearings, though all she could see was the claustrophobic walls of an alley and darkness.  “Um, I don’t know what you want, but if you are trying to mug me, take my money.  Just let me go,” she said as she searched for her attacker.  

        Her eyes widened in sheer terror as an eight-legged shape separated itself from the shadows around the alley entrance and began to approach.  “Oh, you know very well why I’m here and what I want, Rena~” her nightmare purred.

        Rena began shaking in fear as the Monster Master stepped out of the darkness, the light illuminating the spider legs and abdomen that had replaced her lower half.  “I saw what you were doing with my little sister,” Cynthia said, her purr slipping into a growl.

        Adrenaline crashed through Rena’s body, and she did the only thing she could.  She ran.  Scrambling desperately to her feet, she sprinted as hard as her battered body would allow her.  Some strange curiosity made her turn to look back to see how quickly Cynthia was catching up with her, but to her utter confusion, the woman was simply watching her progress.  

        The enormous web that she slammed into quickly solved the mystery.  She tried to break free, but her squirming only made the strands stick to her all the more.  She craned her head, which had luckily not been captured by the webbing, and looked desperately for a weak connection that she could pull on.  It seemed that Cynthia had done her work well though, the web took up the entirety of the alley and was firmly anchored.  She went utterly still as she heard the scraping of chitin behind her.  “I thought we had a deal, you and I.  All you had to do was avoid trying to seduce my sister and you would have been safe,” Cynthia said, her voice cloyingly sweet.

        Not being able to turn her head and see her attacker made the situation even worse, all Rena could do was struggle in the web and listen to the Monster Master draw closer.  The fact that Cynthia was a giant spider didn’t help things.  Her snake form wasn’t much better, but at least snakes didn’t actually drain all the fluids from their prey.  She began shaking as she heard the villain come to a halt behind her.  “You know, I could have forgiven you kissing my dear, dear sister.  I’m a reasonable woman, and she is quite adorable, so I can see the attraction,” Cynthia mused, then her voice dropped into a deadly hiss, “It’s the betrayal I can’t stand.”

        Rena quailed as she felt hot breath on her neck, her mind vividly imagining the long teeth that were about to strike.  “But it wasn’t me!  Bridgette started all of it,” she said desperately.

        She closed her eyes, waiting for the final blow to land, but it seemed that her gamble had worked.  “What exactly do you mean,” Cynthia said, suspicion practically dripping off her words.

        “She dragged me to her secret base to question me about why you were stalking me all the time, then she demanded I go to that factory, then she kissed me!  I didn’t do anything, I just tried to hide,” Rena babbled.

        There was a slight pause, and then Rena felt Cynthia pull back.  “Oh no, this changes everything,” the villain said worriedly.

        Rena was about to ask what she meant by that when she felt her head roughly pulled to the side and finally saw Cynthia face to face.  The sheer intensity of the woman’s gaze made Rena want to shrink away, but the web held her fast as Cynthia spoke in a voice that allowed no disagreement, “You are not to go any further than kissing with her, understand?  If she pushes for anything else, you stop her.”

        Nodding in satisfaction at Rena’s wide-eyed look of terror, she pulled back and assumed her usual demeanor.  “Now that that is settled, I have a question.  You –like- her, correct?”

        Rena nodded her head slowly, waiting for the jaws of the trap to shut.  “And do you –like- me?” the villain asked.

        The question caught the redhead completely off guard.  Sure, Cynthia kind of terrified her, attacked her multiple times, and tried to turn her into a vampire, but some of the dates had been pretty fun.  Sometimes the villain had actually been sweet, driving away high class villains or helping her deal with the difficulties of being a hero.  “I think so?  Well, when you are flirting with me, not when you are trying to murder me,” she said thoughtfully.

        A coy smile appeared on Cynthia’s lips.  “Good!  Then I just have to make you like me more than Bridgette,” she said brightly.

        She slipped behind Rena, and whispered into her ear, “I’m updating our little agreement since you failed so impressively.  I won’t kill you if you go no further than kissing her.  In fact, you’ll have my blessing for dating her as long as you also go out with me.  Deal?”

        “S-sure,” Rena said, skin crawling in anticipation as she heard Cynthia shift behind her.  

        “Good.  Also, I’m going to be a bit more…proactive in making you like me more.  Just to make sure that you stick to the deal,” the villain purred.

        Rena barely had time to wonder what she had meant by ‘proactive’ when she felt her shirt being pulled tight.  “Wait, I’m going home, I’m not going to go see Bridgette.  Please, not again” she begged as the all too familiar sound of shearing fabric filled the alley.

        “Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you like last time.  I’ve got something else in mind,” Cynthia said merrily, but suddenly paused as Rena’s shirt fell open.

        Her pants quickly suffered the same fate as the shirt, and Cynthia began to speak in a dangerous tone that Rena was entirely too familiar with, “So, wearing lingerie?  Were you expecting something to happen between you and my dear sister?”

        It was an effort to focus on her impending doom rather than the mortification of hanging half naked in the middle of an alley, but Rena managed to get out, “I thought I was going to die tonight, I wanted to look nice when they found my corpse.”

        “Hmph, I’ll take your word for that one,” Cynthia said, the hostility fading from her voice, “Still, I think some punishment is in order.”

        The underwear’s lace proved to be no match for the villain, and it soon hung in tatters like the rest of Rena’s clothing. “But that was my nice set!  Do you know how expensive Victoria’s Secret is?” Rena complained, trying to use indignation to keep her mind off how exposed she was.

        Any further complaints died in her throat as Cynthia drew close again, but the dreaded bite never came.  The woman seemed content to trace lazy patterns on Rena’s back, a hand lifting on occasion to brush along her neck and collarbones.  Rena cringed at first, waiting for something horrible to happen, but began to relax under the strangely soothing ministrations.  She wasn’t sure what Cynthia’s game was, but she doubted she could escape before the villain got what she wanted.  “See, it’s not so bad.  Just trust me,” the villain said as the tension eased out of Rena’s body.

        Rena fell into a stupor as Cynthia’s hands began to work at the knots and stiffness brought on by the evening’s battles, barely even noticing as the woman’s attentions began to drift lower.  She shot upright as she felt a pinch.  “Bridgette was right, you –do- have a cute butt,” Cynthia said with a laugh, her hands returning to Rena’s shoulders.

        Any protests that the redhead could have come up with quickly faded as she felt her shoulders relax for what felt like the first time in months, the stress of all this hero stupidity just fading away.  She slipped back into warm bliss, barely conscious of what was going around her.  After what seemed an eternity, her wandering mind slipped back to Bridgette, and she began to imagine it was her nemesis’ hands that were causing such pleasure.  This comforting fantasy made the hands brushing against her hips, stomach, then chest welcome, liberating even.

        This reverie slammed to a halt when she felt a finger slip between her legs.  “Cynthia, what are you,” she choked out before moaning as the digit was slowly drawn back.

        “My my, you certainly seem…excited,” Cynthia murmured, gently applying more pressure, “I can stop if you’d like.  Wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, hm?”

        Rena’s breath caught in her throat as Cynthia pulled away, her body screaming at her for stopping those wonderful sensations.  She had a moment of doubt, some vestige of her self-control telling her that this was a terrible idea, but her traitorous mouth still called out, “Wait!  Our agreement was that um, I would do…anything,” the last word barely making it out as a whisper.

        She could hear the grin in Cynthia’s voice as she replied, “As you wish~”

        Rena felt warm arms wrap around her waist, a sharp tug, the sensation of bandaids being pulled off, and she was free of the web at last.  The snake coils wrapping around her were welcome this time, even expected, and she shuddered as a one of them shifted and pressed between her legs.  Her mind was too preoccupied with the sudden spike of pleasure to notice that she had been spun around to face Cynthia, who was watching her expressions intently.

        The last remnants of Rena’s rational thinking fled as Cynthia’s coils began to move gently around her.  The sensation was completely bizarre, her entire body being stroked by smooth scales, but she was far beyond the point of caring how and where the pleasure came from, only that it continued.  The coil that she was straddling moved at a maddeningly slow speed, to the point where Rena swore she could feel each individual scale brush against her sodden skin.  The sensation grew so frustrating, each tiny motion sending electrical sparks shooting through her body, that she began grinding against Cynthia unabashedly.

        Her breathing grew ragged as she felt the waves of pleasure flooding through her body come in tighter intervals, culminating in a hoarse moan as she felt her muscles begin to tighten.  She faintly noted that Cynthia’s tail was moving at a faster pace, and that the woman’s face was deeply flushed, but any thoughts were blown away as her body went taut as a bow.  Her climax annihilated all thoughts, all feelings of how strange and terrifying this all was, just utter and complete bliss washing away everything.

        Rena came back to her senses somewhat, dazedly realizing that she was being cradled both by Cynthia’s arms as well as her tail.  The sensation was nice, especially when all she could think about was the wonderful perfume the woman was wearing rather than how horrifying this entire situation was.  As her breathing slowed to something below full out gasping, she felt the slight vibrations of Cynthia laughing.  “So, did you enjoy yourself,” the villainess asked, gently lifting Rena to face her, “With an expression like that, I think that I’ve got a decent chance of winning you away from my dear sister.”

        At a complete loss for a verbal response, Rena replied the best way that she could.  She lunged in for a kiss, pressing her lips against Cynthia’s with the utter abandon of having left rationality far behind.  A warm surge of satisfaction shot through her as she felt the woman melt against her, a shudder passing through her body and the coils of her tail.  Rena blinked in surprise as Cynthia suddenly pulled away, stammering, “Um, wait, ha, this was all very nice an all, but I’ve got to, uh, go.”

        Before the hero could ask what she had done wrong, she was quickly deposited on the ground and watched the villain speed away, the woman’s hands raised to mask an enormous blush that Rena could see even in the poor lighting.  Within seconds, Cynthia had fled onto the street and disappeared, leaving the startled redhead alone in the alley.  All she had wanted to do was thank Cynthia, make things more intimate than the villain just doing everything to her, Rena though in bewilderment.

        Then the rational side of her brain decided to make itself known.  She was naked in an alley in the middle of the night, in the middle of the worst part of downtown.  Scrambling to find what scraps of her clothing remained, she tried to keep the panic from overwhelming her, though this effort wasn’t helped by the deplorable state of her pants and shirt.  A small surge of relief washed through her mind as she caught sight of her hoddie, perfectly intact except for a few smudges of dirt.  She wriggled into it, then wrapped the tatters of her pants around her waist as a makeshift skirt.

        It was nowhere near perfect, and the cool night air that teased her damp and sensitive flesh due to the inadequacies of her scavenging made her overwhelming embarrassment all the worse, but she shot out of the alley and darted for home.  Thinking about how much further she had to go was better than letting her mind wander over what she had just done, after all.