The rooftops of Midas City are rooftops I'll never forget. Close enough to be convenient to use for patrolling the streets below, and numerous enough fire escapes to get down quickly enough. Patrolling with Sylvia is much more effective and satisfying, but I'm not back on the rooftops to patrol.

I already know why I'm here, and who else is up here with me. Caress's bonds may be tight enough around her mind to choke off the air to her independence, but they open well enough to tell me what I need to know.

The ropes on her body came off easily enough too, but as soon as I was done having my way with her she'd begged and pleaded to be tied back up again to feel the bonds on her mind tighter.

Who am I to deny a slave girl deeper conditioning? I'll turn her in to the police once I have a full set, but I really can't afford to have only one of the Slut Squad arrested. The others would find a way to bail her out, and I'm sure they would take some other choice prisoners, or police, with them to sell off and try to recoup for the lost captures.

Normally the rooftops are silent, but this one isn't. The lewd groans are far too loud to ignore, but not a lot of people prowl the rooftops. Normally, the people who do come up do so wearing more than just a two piece swimsuit and a single piece of jewelry.

I stay just within sight, watching what's causing those groans. I don't have the best eyesight anymore, but it looks like the poor girl's eyes are rolled back into her head. Even from here I can see where her hard nipples scream through her bra, begging to rip free. Her whole body keeps shuddering as she keeps breathing so deep, quivering . . .

The woman's hair is long, dark black in that way that a raven is black, and her skin is the color of coffee with just enough cream.

Another woman is holding her just out of the water by her head as the rest of her shudders, limp, and craving. The other woman is blonde, platinum blonde really, and though I can't see them I know her eyes are violet. Hot violet, the way that the eyes of a lover look in ecstasy, that's what her eyes always look like.

The lovely brunette just groans as the blonde holds open her eyes faintly, just enough so she can watch her shudder and twitch off in her own little world. Light coffee hands claw desperately over her trapped breasts as the creamier, pale hands of the blonde pull away. The groans don't stop, but violet eyes move away from the delicious woman, and up to the stars, then back down to the pool. The stars are there too after all.

Nameless and senseless, the dark haired victim just floats, moaning and shuddering. Whoever thought about a rooftop pool in Midas must have been a little off of their rocker, but that's just fine to me. It works perfectly.

I can't interfere too quickly here either. Just because Caress went down easily does not mean Aura will follow suit. After all, Aura was the one who actually captured me. Caress took an arrow to the shoulder because she couldn't seduce and pay attention to her surroundings at the same time. Crossing my fingers, I slide the nose clamp over my nose and blush.

It's a small piece of plastic, but that and the earlier preparation is really all I could do. The starlight and the pool should be enough if I play my hand right. As it is, as I approach the pool, I just look like a blue eyed girl with her hair in twin tails, dressed in a glittery swimsuit looking for a midnight swim.

As soon as I make a loud enough sound, my sandals making a little too loud of a click against the ground, I blush and slide out of them, freezing in place after. They look so gorgeous, both of them, predator and prey, but right now, I'm the later. Just a pretty girl . . .

"I . . . Was going to take a midnight swim . . . I hope I'm not interrupting anything because . . . I can leave if I am, or . . ." Blushing always makes a girl look innocent, whether it's true or not. Big blue eyes help too, as does constantly looking away between times of staring far too long and far too intently. She'll know I've never used this pool before, this is her usual off duty haunt.

I'm sure she'll welcome the variety.

Aura looks right at me with a half muted smile. "No, you're not interrupting anything . . ." The other woman just moans again louder, pinching and twisting at herself so desperately, maybe even more desperately than Caress had been grinding herself into those ropes or arching herself into my mouth once I'd let her loose. Aura's violet eyes can't hide her nature, but she doesn't even try. She just looks . . . satisfied.

Nodding nervously I slowly move up the stairs of the pool, and dip my toe in with the faintest of whimpers before letting it slide in slowly. Once it's in, I slide in the other, sitting on the edge and just slowly letting my legs sway in the water. "I'm glad . . . I just love the water, I just . . . especially at night. And your friend . . . Uhm . . . Is she okay . . .?"

"She's fine." Such simply said words as she starts to move around the water, floating, swimming about and barely paying attention to me or the woman she's already mesmerized very little concern.

"Well . . . That's good I guess . . ." Blushing a little more is easy to pull off, it's hard not to be embarrassed with a bright white nose clip on in front of a woman who can't stop touching herself and another who doesn't even seem to care. Taking a deep breath I slide into the water and start to move through it slowly. "Do you come here often . . .?"

"Never been here before . . ." A lie, but she doesn't need to know I know that. She stretches out in the water, just gazing up at the stars, and each pitiful needy moan makes her smile just a little more. Her coffee skin must be feeling so hot with arousal that even the sweetly warm water feels like cutting ice.

Softly laughing, nervously I just watch her . . . "Me neither . . ." I knew she'd have a guest, Caress had warned me of that, but somehow I'd planned on her giving me more direct attention. She was so much more aggressive before, and now she seems almost . . . disinterested. This plan had seemed so much better than just trying to chloroform her, and besides if the rag got wet it wouldn't work anyway. "That's one hell of an afterglow you gave your friend . . ."

"Think of it like a volcano. If it hasn't erupted in a while, when it does . . . Sometimes it just never stops . . ." There's a grin in her voice that sounds so dark and plotting, and that only makes me quiver as I mentally sort through my options. That's interrupted by the raven haired girl's high pitched squeal as she finds a new way to grind in the water.

It's hard to stop from shuddering at that yummy sound, so I just close my eyes and enjoy it. "Oh . . . You've got a point there. Sounds like something I'll have to try some time . . . but me . . . I . . . I've just always enjoyed being in the water." It's hard to keep my voice sounding clueless, but I have to.

Just the right moment, and I can trap her eyes inside of my pendant.

"Ever had an orgasm in cold water?" Her voice is devoid of shame and modesty, but that doesn't surprise me. It should surprise an innocent girl in the mood for a midnight swim though, so I laugh nervously as Aura moves to the edge of the pool, and lifts one of her long legs up into the air to stretch with her toes pointing cutely. That is one delicious leg.

"No . . . but I do like the feeling of just being wet and cool . . ." My eyes keep traveling along her leg, and down to where it meets her body before I let myself look away. Can't very well rely on her making any of the moves if I'm the one out to seduce her, now can I? "Always so forward . . .?"

"Your headlights were showing before you got in the water . . . and it's a warm night." Her voice is so matter of fact, as if each word is just simple fact. I don't need to look down to know that she's right. Her leg drops before the other raises up, and she starts to squirm her toes one at a time in well trained fashion. There can't be a bad angle to look at her from. Even if someone were to try I'm sure they couldn't find it.

I squirm a little myself and just remember how good it had felt the last time I'd met Aura. I can't have her knowing the clip isn't the only thing I did to protect myself, and I slide my eyes along her other leg before hooding my eyes just a little. "Maybe I could help with your lighting, too . . ." Just remembering how good she'd felt makes me feel a little warm.

"I've always liked the water. Things are much more . . . fair in the water. Do you know anything about pheromones? Things like that. They actually affect our daily life much more than we'd ever know . . . but they wash off in the water." After her little speech, Aura just sighs.

Normal women's pheromones might wear off, but I can't be sure about Aura's. They're a lot stronger than any I've ever smelt before. Damn it, I should have planned something incase she wasn't as vampish as I remembered, but I'd hoped it would go like before, but with quite the different ending. "Yeah . . . I know a little . . . but me, I just . . . I like to float in the water . . . and watch the way the starlight glitters deep inside of it . . . just makes me feel so nice and calm, I do it a lot . . ."

"Mmm . . . do you?" She pushes off of the pool and swims right by me, and as she does there's another sharp whine and the sound of the water splashing as her other victim arches. "What if I said . . ." She reaches the other side of the pool and sighs. "That whatever I did to her, I did it over ten minutes ago, and she's still riding high?"

"Mmm . . yeah . . ." Squirming I try and train my eyes on the water, to make it seem like the most interesting thing in the world and just sigh as I let it center me. I just wish I could make it seem as interesting to her, but I think I blew that, by a long shot. "Wh . . . wait . . . you . . . did it that long ago . . .? Wow . . . but . . . is that healthy?"

"How can something like that not be healthy?" I look over at Aura, and she's looking over at her victim. She's arching, pulling her nipples so hard it looks painful, but she doesn't look like she's in . . . pain. "I mean look at her. She seems to be really, really enjoying herself."

Watching her almost makes me wince, but I nod along. "You're right . . . Have you ever had someone make you react like that . . .? I might be able to find a way or two if you want me to try . . ."

"You saw her, and that's why you came over isn't it? You saw her arching back, you saw the way her body strained, the way you knew between her legs there was some kind of gushing heat, and the way her breasts seemed so horribly sensitive. You saw the slight curve of her back that is sooo very sexy and attracted me to her, and you saw the lewd things her face did . . . and you add a horrible little fantasy in your head. Why don't you just tell me how the fantasy goes?" She floats only three or four feet away from me, and she's finally looking me in the eyes.

I freeze, and this time it's not an act. That isn't why I'm here, and I need to stop thinking about things like that. I need to stay on task . . . She does have a point, but .. . and goddess she's so hot, so sizzling, but if I answer her I'll be playing right to her game and who knows where I'll wind up. "I . . . I . . . I hoped that I . . . that I would be able to . . . show a girl that could make another girl feel like that . . . how much I love the starlight . . ."

I float with her, just staring. This is already botched. I need to recover. Hopefully she doesn't recognize my voice. She never saw any identifying marks, but it's not as if I have any.

"Tell me, are you a tits, ass, face, legs, lips, or cunt woman?" Her victim starts to scream and gasp quicker, breathing so harsh and needing. It's almost like she's our soundtrack, and she's only getting louder as the moment is getting more intense.

Swimming back a little I try and get more of a trapped and confused look on my face, but that's not hard. Looking more so than I am, that's a little trickier. She's not following any of my cues, because she's already following one of her own that I walked right into like a noose. "I . . . mine . . . or yours . . .?"

"Well tell me both . . . What do you most like to see on someone else . . . tits . . ." She squeezes her own together as she floats closer. "Ass . . ." Her hand runs down along her hip . . . "Face . . ." Her eyes open wide . . . "Lips . . ." They grin, so devilishly, perfectly. "Legs . . ." They move just so under the water, something just so perfect about it. "Or cunt?" Her hand comes up between her own legs, cupping herself, and it makes me squirm. "And what do you most like to have touched on you . . . Don't feel confined to the choices of course."

"Oh, of, of course . . ." Hooding my eyes a little more I look over her slowly, almost whimpering before grinning, and arching my own back towards her before starting to swim closer. I can salvage this, I know I can. "I'm . . . a scalp woman myself . . . there's nothing I love more than caressing, kneading over a pretty scalp hidden under pretty hair . . . and I like the feeling of being grinded against . . . more than anything else . . ."

"Mmm? You like other people's scalps? Or your own?" We're so close, and her fingers are sliding through my hair, making me whimper as soon as they start to slide over my scalp and massaging, making me shudder.

"Others . . ." Quivering I whimper, hoping this plan works out at all, my own fingers can do a lot with a scalp, maybe make her pretty eyes hood. I reach up, to slide my own fingers through her hair, knead, touch. "Like other scalps and . . . like being behind while I do it, so they can grind back against me, make the prettiest sounds . . . it's just a thing . . ."

She starts instead to turn me around, her hips grinding to mine, as she starts to move me towards the edge of the pool. "Why don't you stop that, let me work . . . and I'll do this for you . . ."

"Because . . . because I . . . Mmm . . . I'm a giver . . . you know . . . I . . ." My whimpering is only half in the pleasure she's forcing on me, and half with how helpless I feel right now. Sure, I could probably force her off of me, but that's too violent, and I have no intention of hurting her, of doing anything short of just making her feel nice and melted. I can't let her send another jackhammer orgasm right to my brain. "Come on . . . let someone show you a good time for once or . . . Mmmm . . ."

"You're showing me a great time . . ." Her nails trace over my scalp as she grinds harder, so much harder, her mouth right between the tails of my hair, kissing over my neck, slowly, teasingly, but so warm.

"Oooh . . . I bet . . . I . . . Could show you a better time if . . . Mmm . . . What's the make of that . . . that girl . . . on the stairs . . ." All I can do is shudder into those nails, into those lips, and wishing I hadn't given her such an easy way to get to me. No one ever touches me like this, makes me so sensitive . . . Do her pheromones really not work in the water, wash off, or is that just to let my defenses down?

Aura grinds me harder into the edge of the pool, her nails just keep rubbing, teeth starting to nibble, just enough to make me shudder and go wild. Goddess it feels so divine! "And I bet if you spread your legs my fingers would have no trouble slipping inside your wet cunt, and that's not from being in the water . . ."

"I . . . I . . ." Damn it, this is . . . working out the opposite of perfectly, should have been more aggressive. This woman is a predator; I should have taken her off her guard or something. Groaning I try to latch my legs together, hooking my left foot over my right ankle. "I . . . oooh such a nice mouth . . . but . . . I shouldn't . . . I have a girl at home I should check on, and . . . and . . ."

"No you don't . . ." Her foot slides in between my ankles trying to pry them apart as her fingers keep working into my scalp. It shouldn't feel good, but it feels so hot as she keeps grinding me into the stone side of the pool, and that other woman just keeps gasping and groaning so pitifully.

"Actually . . . actually . . . Doooo . . ." Shouldn't leave a girl tied up indefinitely all alone after all, she's probably a little dehydrated. Whimpering pitifully I just try to struggle but it feels so good, it's so hard to try, even just to try to push off from the side of the pool, but my legs come apart no matter how hard I try to keep them together and when they do I can't help but let out a sharp cry.

Aura's hand, the one not in my hair, I hear it splashing into the water and then under the thin layer of fabric between my softest parts and the water. Her fingers find my swollen lips, fingers curling, pushing in, up, in . . . She knows just how to move her fingers, it feels just so, so good . . .!

"Theeeeeere . . . Isn't that better?" Her voice even knows just how to touch me. Goddess, this girl doesn't need her pheromones!

My hands grab tight onto the edge of the pool as I cry out and try so hard not to grind my whole body into her fingers. My eyes roll back on their own as my body starts to shake, whimpers sliding out of my lips whether I let them or not. It just feels so hot . . . "Mmmm . . . is . . . is niiice . . . but I . . . mmm what about . . . what about youu . . .?" Limply I try to reach one of my hands back around her, to pull her closer, to do . . . something.

The fingers from my scalp reach down and start to stroke around my higher quivering lips. "I'm having lots of fun . . ." Her fingers dance around my lips, so slick, and it can't be from the water. Water isn't that sticky, and its droplets don't stretch like that. Oh, but the fingers inside just keep curling, pressing and spreading and god it almost feels like just her fingers could do something. . . Nnn . . .

"Oooooh it . . . it is a looot . . . lot of f-fun . . .!" Squeaking just makes my voice break, makes me shriek till it shatters . . . Making me melt harder into her, rocking and whining. I wonder how long she spent with that other woman, and if it's taking longer with me . . . "Oh goddess what're your fingers doooing . . . mmm . . .?"

"Because I had them inside my sex." Her fingers move up and tug the nose plug away, making me whimper as those fingers press deeper, nibbling starting on my neck again. Its so hot, so sizzling, I can feel my toes spasm every time her mouth moves. "Don't worry . . . we won't get any water in your nose. . . proooomise . . . " Right on cue the girl just floating screeches and the scent, those dripping fingers, it's not a smell, it's just pure lust, slamming right into my nose.

I'd planned for it to be a scent, but this doesn't need a scent. Killed my sense of smell for a day all for nothing, just to feel that lust shoot right into my brain anyway. Goddess, I'd been so overconfident all because of one victory, not every girl is going to crave to lose herself to me. The smell is just so hot, it makes me whole body shake and need and craaaave! "Oooh that's h-h-ot, but .. but I need it in . . . ha-ha-allergiiies . . .!"

I force myself to sneeze, but it just turns into a long drawn out groan.

"Ever been fucked under the water?" She bites my neck and god those fingers under my nose just keep driving me so wild, the ones inside of my pussy are holding me so tight, and her legs are even wrapping around me. I've lost, fuck have I lost, but it feels so good, and maybe I can turn it around, maybe, somehow!

"Oh goddess!" My whole body screams as I arch into her teeth. They keep biting, nibbling, and it just feels so good. I can try not to inhale, but it doesn't matter, and arching back against her only makes everything better, worse, oh everything is better and worse every second! "Nnnnoooo . . . oh never have, neeever have . . .!" My voice sounds just like it did that night, I have to hope she can't tell, have to do everything that I can to make sure my voice won't sound the same, oh but it feels so good and it's so hard to focus when a porn queen is fucking your brains out.

"Let's show you what it's like then . . . here you go . . ." She pushes the plug back in and I whine out, it's coated now, that presence, that scent without scent. "Deep breath now . . ." And then she's pushing me under the water, cold, was it cold before, I don't know but it's cold now and I feel so hot . . . Her lips suckle, teeth biting as her fingers just keep . . . touching, so hot, hard and fast, in my pussy, over my breasts.

She's so rough but it feels so good, so hot. Last time she was playing my libido like a harp, this time it's an electric guitar.

I would scream if it wouldn't fill my lungs with water. All of those touches though, god, screaming and moaning with my mouth closed is possible but it makes me feel so dizzy as I shake and shudder into her hands, into her mouth, into her. As long as I don't swallow too much water I can salvage this, salvage me, salvage her, something . . .!

It all just turns into melting one moment then the next, no real continuity, just white flashes of pleasure between things that I can feel, that I can remember, and what's happening. It's almost like a strobe light, only hotter, warmer, and deeper inside of my pussy and mind. At some point my nipples are in the dark haired woman's mouth. My head goes from below, above water, between their legs as their faces are between mine, stretched, arched, pinned . . .

And some time, goddess, I don't even know how long it lasts but I'm panting, on the steps of the pool. My nipples are straining, so hard against the swimsuit, and the nose clip is floating out in the water. The smell just keeps swimming, and the other girl is next to me, seeming to calm down, but then Aura starts teasing her all over again.

I can't stop enjoying it, it's just too good, I don't even know what to do next or how to think or feel next. Everything just happens, is happening, so fast, losing time or gaining time, I'm not sure which is actually happening. I need to get the other girl away, we need to get away, and we need to run . . .

But if either of us could at this point we would be, but we're trapped even when she's not touching us. "Oooh, what're you . . . dooooing to . . . to us . . .?" I know, I know but Lucia Colloten doesn't, and that's who I am right now, that's who she's brain fucking . . .

"Don't think. Play with your nipples and your cunt and anything else that feels good . . . They're much more sensitive than normal." She reaches over and twists them both hard, and its almost enough to make me cum again as the other girl moans. Lust is everywhere, in the air, in me, it almost feels like my brain is fucking itself into lusty dizzy headed thoughtlessness.

"Buuut . . . I . . . need to . . . need to think . . . gotta, can't again . . .!" Whimpering I scream as my own hands take the place of hers, twisting, stroking, before they start to go all over, over my thighs, over my neck, clawing over my scalp and thrusting inside of me, I want to struggle, I want to want to struggle, but just touching myself, just fucking myself here, next to this other woman, next to Aura . . .

It feels so amazing, so amazing! I know what I'm doing, but if I focus, focus on why I'm doing this, then maybe I can find a way out of this. Maybe I can find some way to get the upper hand, but fuck it just feels so good!

So hard to stop, so impossible to stop, rubbing, twisting, pulling and nearly sobbing in bliss as it just keeps happening and happening and its so strong so hard and . . . I could have saved the other woman, but all I've done is given her some company. I kiss her cheek and nuzzle against her for just a moment before my fingers find my clit and make my lips scream, but it's enough to be an apology.

"Come on, girls . . ." Aura is out of the pool, and toweling herself off. A moment later she's dangling a key between us, jingling it. "I have a hotel room, and two girls who are clearly enjoying themselves." It's all a haze, getting up, getting out, just a haze of asses and tits and legs and lips and cunts and mind piercing screams.

Just more moments of bliss, of pleasure of lust, all lost and just bliss . . . shiny key to the shiny room. Lots of staring at my own reflection, cum and sweat smeared all over it. So much stretching and being spread open wide and slutty and helpless, taken again and again. It's so hot, so warm and slutty and mmm!

Small moments of lucidity sprinkle through it all, moments of embarrassment, in shame at how badly this was botched . . . but it's mostly creaming and screaming and hot bliss . . .

And then the white light that makes it hard to see or think goes away. How that happened, I don't know, it's not clear in my head. Aura, she's naked, and tied down to the bed, shuddering. Not tied like Caress - clothes are tying her ankles and her wrists to the bed. I'm slumped on top of her, dripping as much as she is but, she's whispering . . .

It's hard to tell what it is because she sounds so tired and exhausted. It's something about obedience, something about obey, something naked and dripping out of her . . . and I feel more sore than I've ever felt even after the one night Dust and Pink decided we could all share a bed. Okay, I decided it, but it's sort of the same.

The smell is in the air, filling it, but whatever happened . . . this makes two of the Slut Squad, two out of five. Scent and touch, the first two, just another three to go.

My eyes flutter and I whimper as I kiss slowly over Aura's face. She's so obedient, so pretty, and that scent . . . I pinch my nose closed before sitting up and waving my hands through the air. The soreness will go away, but well . . . I . . . need to remember what happened, and more importantly, I need to know what the hell happened to that other woman.

Did I do this . . .?

Inside of white flashes, memories start to flash back, resurfacing. God, I'd started whispering things between moans, actually trancing her between moans. The girl had gotten shoved out into the hall, my fingers had shoved into Aura, licking and biting and whispering and twisting her head . . . Apparently I was rough too.

Was I actually able to do that to her even with my mind tied around into lust driven knots? I'm normally not such a rough lover, even though I did leave some marks all over Caress. Did Aura's own lust drive me to this? I almost hope so.

Aura groans and shudders, tied down so tight as her head just lulls back and forth. I . . . I'd used the juices she'd smeared over the mirror as a focus and shoved Aura up against the bathroom sink. She'd actually gone under easily, really easily, with her own scent deep inside of her head. I remember telling her things, telling her what an obedient slut I would make her as a reward for making me cum so hard, but it's all such a hot white blur.

My training or my instincts or something really came through. It was a lucky call, but I pulled through. Slowly my hand slides across Aura's face - the hand that's not tight over my nose. "Aura . . . you're . . . mmm . . . You're going to come back with me, to a very, very special place . . . Where you're going to help me keep another very, very special girl, very, very obedient, right along with your own lust swirled brain, aren't you . . .?"

Goddess it's so hard not to get right back to making both of us all the more sore and sweaty.

"Nnnnkay . . ." Groaning Aura shifts and her eyes roll up further into her head. Such an empty dripping slut, trussed up like the hot little sex toy she is.

Maybe I'm better with rope than I thought. Have I gotten that much practice? Maybe I should find a way to keep some rope with me just incase. Clothing, clothing . . . Luckily enough there actually is some clothing beyond just swimwear in the room or I'd be very embarrassed to leave it.

Before I head in to take my shower, which is long over due, I look outside of the room. Whoever that girl is, she's gone. For her sake, I hope she never has an experience like that again.

I take a nice, long hot shower, with water so hot I can feel it burning its way into my soul to get all the last of the grime out of me and off of me. There's not enough soap in the world to make me stop smelling and feeling like a one woman orgy but after a while it feels like there is and the smell is more of perfumed soap than being perfumed by snatch.

An eternity later I make my way out, and dress up in a mostly white outfit that isn't an SS uniform, but feels like it's one for away games. "Well Aura . . . We're going to have to get you out of this and take you over to a familiar place. We'll be bunking in Caress's penthouse until I can think of anything better, but that's not something you need to worry your mindless little brain about, is it?"

"Noooo . . ." Her voice sounds so muted, so quiet, and so obedient that it sends shudders down my spine. This feels even better than the fucking, or taking down Caress felt. This was a lot of luck but at the same time it was persistence, it was drive, it was . . . so fucking satisfying.

Slowly by slowly I untie those clothes from her and smile as her body quivers at the feeling of freedom. The silly little slut. "Come on, let's go sweetie . . . Then you and Caress get to help me figure out the best way to say hello to your lovely little sister Whisper. And if you have any more information on Glimmer or The Doctor . . . better yet, the Auction . . . You might help me put some more pieces together."

Aura gets dressed in my glittery little swimsuit, and I grin at how tight it is around her bust. Sure, I might not be as busty as her, but that's what lead to this lovely view. The last thought that enters my mind as we leave the hotel is that there's an angel somewhere watching over me, and I just hope that angel doesn't get mind fucked before my work is done.