Michelle dropped to her knees beside the sofa and took Lucas’s hand in hers. “What happened?”
Lucas told her what had happened, how Buxworth was a ghost town as gangs fought to take control of territory formerly controlled by the Red Heads and Supers battled to replace Mayor Carcass.
“There isn’t a Super that stands head and shoulders above the rest,” Lucas said, pausing to take deep breaths. “They’re forming groups. I don’t know what the fucking idiots plan on doing once they’ve formed groups. A glorious battle in the town centre to decide it all?”
Supers forming groups to battle it out for the Mayoral position? That was interesting to Michelle.
“I know that look,” Lucas said, staring at her with his piercing eyes.
“No you don’t,” Michelle said quickly. “You barley know me,” she playfully slapped his arm.
“Ow,” Lucas muttered.
“Sorry,” Michelle said. Clumsy. She’d struck his injured arm.
“You’re thinking of forming your own group of Supers and taking charge of this town, aren’t you?”
Damn.
He was good.
Her thoughts hadn’t even concluded to reach that stage yet. Sure, it was probably where her thoughts would have led to eventually, their natural conclusion…
Michelle frowned. “You really got that just from looking at my face?”
“Yes,” Lucas said. And then, his lips twitched. “No,” he smiled.
Damn, he was cute.
“It’s what you’re thinking of doing, isn’t it?”
“Is it so wrong?”
“Nah. Go for it,” Lucas said, smiling.
“Really?” Michelle asked, her heart skipping a beat.
“Yeah, why the hell not?” Lucas asked. “You came to Buxworth to make a difference. I suppose this is your chance. I don’t know how you’re going to do it though. Groups have already been formed and being new in town, I don’t know if you’ll get many to join you. I wouldn’t even know where you would start.”
It was a fair point, but Michelle did have an idea on where to start.
But enough about her.
The wounds on Lucas were yet to heal. She felt the bits of glass embedded on his face. She pulled a small bit out. Lucas grimaced, but the skin began to heal instantly.
“Strange,” Michelle mumbled. “You’re a Super but… it’s not the same. It should have pushed the shards out.”
At that moment, Hannah burst into the room, followed by Anika and Jenny. Michelle stepped back as the girls surrounded him, fussed over him. After a quick assessment, Hannah barked out some orders, and Michelle watched with mild interest as Anika rushed off to collect the items from the first aid kit.
She had always assumed it was Anika who was in charge, Hannah the slightly more submissive type.
Michelle watched as Hannah dug into the flesh in Lucas’s arm, found the bullet and pulled it out without causing him too much pain. That, or Lucas had a high pain tolerance. She then set about cleaning the wound before bandaging it up. At the same time, Anika pulled out the little shards of glass that were embedded in his face.
Lucas was in good hands. His superpowers weren’t like hers, but he was still a Super. Michelle could see the wounds on his face turn into little scars before vanishing completely.
None of the girls paid her much attention as she borrowed the car keys from Jenny and quietly left. They were all too busy fussing about Lucas.
Chapter 6
Michelle felt pretty good as she drove down the motorway, heading towards Buxworth Town. She was a little excited even. The other Supers in town had a couple of advantages over her. They had more Super friends to join their cause, and they’d already started forming their own groups.
But that didn’t dishearten Michelle.
She had an advantage of her own.
She was a damned strong Super. And she could lay claim to having killed Mayor Carcass. Whilst not technically accurate – Lucas had killed Mayor Carcass – no other Super would know any better. It wasn’t like Lucas was going to go around announcing it with a mic.
The motorway was emptier than usual. She passed not a single vehicle on her way into the town, though there were a few cars heading in the other direction.
How bad could things be for Normies to flee the town?
Where could they be heading towards that would be safer for them? Sure, other towns probably weren’t going through the turmoil of having lost the Mayor and the leader of the largest gang in the same day, without either having a natural successor, but Normies would have it pretty rough being new in another town. Finding jobs, navigating around the town’s Supers and the gangs, it wouldn’t be easy.
When the town finally came into view, Michelle expected the worst. She expected to see further ruin and destruction caused by the Supers battling each other, the gangs squabbling over territory.
But Buxworth looked more or less the same as it had since the first time she entered it.
Which wasn’t great.
Buxworth was grim even before The Strikes, when millions of meteorites struck earth, causing billions of deaths worldwide, and a fuck ton of destruction. The disease that spread following The Strikes killed off most of the adult population, leaving a bunch of youngsters in charge of the ruined world.
There was no one left to fix the broken cities and towns.
Buxworth Town was lined with Victorian terraced houses and narrow streets. Some roads had been entirely destroyed by the meteorites, leaving craters the size of tennis courts in the ground. Other roads had been hurt by the smaller bits of the meteorites that had splintered before impact.
The bits of rock were large enough to leave big holes in the tarmac and bring entire houses down. Brick and mortar had spilled onto the road. A few roads had been tidied away, but that was it.
Buxworth Town was dirty, and the lack of Normies walking about seemed to magnify the mess.
It was a good thing Lucas had managed to find another SUV to steal, after his had been destroyed by the Supers. Going over piles of brick wasn’t the worst thing ever.
Michelle drove around Buxworth, looking for Jocelyn’s home. She didn’t know the town well and had only been to Jocelyn’s house once before. She knew the rough area, and Jocelyn had a memorable house, as she assumed most Super’s did.
After driving down the same street three times, she finally found Jocelyn’s house. It was just as she remembered - two terraced houses had been joined together, the walls were rendered and painted white. The front lawn was tidy, with neatly trimmed grass, the sort you saw on football pitches.
She parked her car by the side of the road and walked down that front lawn and knocked on the front door.
A moment later, a girl with dark hair and a chubby face opened the door and poked her head out.
“Patricia, right?” Michelle asked.
The girl nodded, her large eyes stared without recognition.
“I’m Michelle? I’ve been here before. Jocelyn brought me once?”
Again, the girl continued to stare at her, eyes blank.
“Is Jocelyn about?” Michelle asked.
“She’s upstairs, but she doesn’t want any visitors,” Patricia.
“She’ll want to see me,” Michelle said.
She pushed the door fully open. Her Super strength sent Patricia tumbling back.
Crap.
Michelle hadn’t meant to do that. Patricia was just a Normie, one that was doing her best to survive in this new world, one that had taken Jocelyn as her owner, willingly or unwillingly. Yup, that was the sort of world they lived in now, one where slavery was a thing, and accepted.
She reached a hand down to help Patricia up. And then she noticed what the girl was wearing.
Nothing.
Save for the black panties.
And the collar around her neck.
No wonder she had only poked her head out through the door.
Damn Jocelyn and her sadis
tic habits.
Michelle helped Patricia to her feet and climbed up the stairs, wondering if she even liked Jocelyn. She thought she did when she first arrived in Buxworth. She’d had a rough time with Martha, the deputy Super. Buxworth was nothing like what she imagined it to be. The Supers were the bad guys.
On her first night in town, Michelle sat in a dirty hotel room, crying her eyes out, she was on the verge of quitting.
She met Jocelyn the following day. The Super was nice, and she helped Michelle change her mind about quitting the town.
But Jocelyn had another side.
One where Patricia dressed in slutty clothes, or no clothes. One where she swept the floors on her hands and knees. One where she wore a collar and sometimes crawled like an animal. One where she was sexually dominated.
Once on the landing, Michelle headed straight for Jocelyn’s bedroom.
The Super stood in front of her wardrobe, doors open, she glanced at her clothes, her hand shifted through the hangers and the dresses that rested down from them.
“Fuck me,” Michelle gasped.
Jocelyn turned and seeing her, frowned. “Patricia wasn’t supposed to let anyone up.”
“Your arm!”
“Don’t look at it.”
Michelle swallowed. “It’s hard not to. What the fuck happened?”
Jocelyn’s frown deepened. “You know what happened. That fucking Normie asshole you wanted to capture blew my arm off. When I find him, I’m going to cut him, bit by bit, starting with his fucking lips.”
This wasn’t how Michelle wanted the conversation to go at all, especially considering she was now sharing a house with said Normie and crushing on him hard. He wasn’t even a Normie anymore.
But she had to ask.
“Why the lips?”
“I remember how that bastard looks. That smug look on his face. Cut the lips off, and he wouldn’t be so fucking self-assured now, would he?”
It was a strange logic, and not one Michelle cared particularly much to argue about. More than that, she needed to move the conversation away from how much Jocelyn hated Lucas. There was a high chance the two would meet at some point, if what she had in mind came to play.
“It doesn’t look so bad,” Michelle said, and then she smiled that horrible smile that had liar written all over it.
Jocelyn lifted her left arm. Or half her left arm. It was missing from the elbow down. “It looks fucking awful. It’s like an enormous dildo.”
Now that Jocelyn said it, Michelle could see the resemblance. “I thought it would grow back. Wasn’t that how it worked with us Supers?”
“I thought the same too. If I knew this could happen, I would never have gone after that Normie. Fucking bastard. What I’m going to do to him when I get my hands on the fucker,” she growled.
“Yeah,” Michelle laughed nervously. She raised an awkward hand and brushed back her red hair. “So uh, you hear what’s going on in Buxworth? Apparently Supers are forming groups to battle each for the chance of being Mayor.”
Jocelyn’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. Instead, she picked up a red mini dress and held it against her body. “What do you think?”
“It’s nice,” Michelle replied.
“Help me put it on.”
Michelle stepped up to Jocelyn and stood behind her. The girl was wearing a white blouse and black jeans. She lifted her arms up, both one and a half arms. Michelle grabbed the blouse by the hem on both ends and lifted it up and over Jocelyn’s shoulders and head.
The Super was wearing a black bra that held her breasts in place. Michelle couldn’t help but glance at them in the reflection of the mirror.
She picked up the dress but Jocelyn shook her head. “My jeans too. You got my arm shot off. The least you can do is let me show off my legs.”
Michelle bit her tongue and held back a response. She placed her hands on Jocelyn’s slim waist. Sliding them forward, she felt for the jean’s button. Her thumb slipped past the waistband, past the panties she was wearing underneath and touched Jocelyn’s flesh, dangerously close to her pussy.
Michelle’s cheeks coloured as her hand froze.
“It’s great that you’re still a horny little slut, Michelle,” Jocelyn said. “But for now, I just need you to dress me, my little bitch.”
Again, Michelle bit her tongue. She didn’t like it the first time Jocelyn had dominated her, had stripped her naked, played with her, called her a bitch. She put up with it back then because she was new in town.
But Michelle was no longer that girl.
She’d battled Martha and matched the deputy Mayor blow for blow. She’d battled Mayor Carcass himself and accounted well considering how damned powerful he was.
She wasn’t going to be Jocelyn’s bitch anymore.
That naïve and confused little girl that came to Buxworth town just a month ago had had a steep learning curve.
Her jaw setting, Michelle pulled Jocelyn’s jeans down to her ankles. As the girl lifted a foot, then the other, she pulled the jeans free and threw it on the bed before picking up the red mini dress.
She helped Jocelyn slip into it, and then stepped back.
Despite herself, the dress looked good on Jocelyn, and Michelle couldn’t help but admire how the soft material hugged Jocelyn’s figure, especially the curves around her waist, before leaving her legs exposed.
“Jeez, perv some more, why don’t you,” Jocelyn said.
Though her voice had been light, playful, it still annoyed Michelle. Was she that easy to read? Just earlier today, Lucas had pretty much guessed her entire plan of trying to create a group of her own and being the Mayor, and now, apparently Jocelyn too could sense her desires?
Desires.
Did she desire Jocelyn?
After being cooped up in a house with Lucas and a bunch of hotties, and not getting anything at all, it turned out Michelle was a little frustrated, sexually. She was tempted to take out that frustration on Jocelyn. It would be the perfect revenge, wouldn’t it?
But she held back for now.
“I actually came to see you for a reason,” she said.
Jocelyn chuckled. “Was wondering if you would ever get down to business or just stand there like a little schoolgirl frightened on stage.” Jocelyn turned to face her, her mini dress twirled, the hem rising up to flash her black panties before settling once more. “What can I do for you, my little slut?”
Michelle gritted her teeth, her hands clenching into fists. “I’m not your slut.”
Jocelyn’s eyes twinkled. “Not my slut, huh? Someone else’s slut then? Have you joined one of those Super groups vying for power of Buxworth?”
“So you do know about that.”
“My arm might be cut off, and I might be laying low in my house, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have Super friends. Whose little bitch are you then? Carnage? Or Trident? Is there a third?”
“I haven’t joined any Super’s group. I’m going to form my own.”
Jocelyn stared at her, eyes narrowed for a second before she burst out laughing. Michelle’s lips tightened and she fought back the urge to punch the girl in the face.
“You want to be Mayor of this town?”
“What’s so funny about that?”
“I know you’re ambitious,” Jocelyn said. “And I suppose you are quite strong as a Super. But you’re not strong enough physically. And you don’t have it in you mentally.”
Jocelyn stepped towards her, and as she came around, she placed a hand on Michelle’s shoulder. She turned to stand behind the girl, and Michelle felt her warm breath on her neck. Jocelyn’s hand moved down Michelle’s shoulder, down her shirt, it rested on her left breast. The arm tightened around her, forced Michelle to lean back against Jocelyn.
“There are two types of Supers, Michelle,” Jocelyn whispered in her ear. “Those that lead, and those that please.” Her hand still resting on Michelle’s breast, her fingers rubbed on her nipple that rested beneath the sheer cloth. T
he sensation caused it to perk and press through the cloth. Jocelyn grabbed the now protruding nipple and squeezed. “What do you think you are?” she asked. “A leader, or a pleaser?”
Michelle closed her eyes, her face scrunched. She hated that this felt good. It was all Lucas’s fault. If he’d paid her any attention, satisfied her needs, she wouldn’t have all this sexual frustration pent up inside her. She wouldn’t be enjoying this at all.
And the worst thing, Jocelyn could sense it, could tell that she was enjoying this. The Super let go of her nipple, her hand moved down her chest. It rested on her waist. She could feel Jocelyn’s breath warm on her neck. She felt the wetness of her lips and her body stiffened as Jocelyn sucked on her neck. Her hand moved down the waistband of her jeans, it dug through her panties, felt her pussy.
“I knew it,” Jocelyn chuckled as her fingers touched her wet pussy. “You know it too, Michelle. You’re a pleaser.”
Again, despite herself, it felt damned good to have someone else touch her pussy. A part of Michelle wanted to give in to the temptation, to let Jocelyn have her way with her in the hope that she would find some pleasure too.
Another part of her wondered how she’d ended up being such a slut, overwhelmed by her sexual feelings, she was seriously considering letting Jocelyn have her way with her again.
Thankfully, a larger part of her wasn’t overwhelmed by the sensations. A part that said she was the boss, or leader, as Jocelyn put it. She could lead and be pleased.
She grabbed Jocelyn’s hand and pulled it out from her jeans. Twirling around to face the girl, her fists glowing blue, she slammed them into Jocelyn and sent her flying back. Jocelyn crashed into the door before hitting the ground. She climbed to her feet, her eyes wide, her mouth curled in rage.
“You fucking little bitch,” Jocelyn roared.
“I’m not your little bitch,” Michelle said firmly, hands still glowing blue.
“You’re going to fight me?”
“Sure, if that’s what it will take,” Michelle said. “You’re going to help me become mayor if I have to beat the fuck out of you,” she added, teeth gritted in determination.
Jocelyn didn’t hesitate. She held her hand up, palm flat. A spike shot out towards Michelle, aimed for her chest. Michelle surrounded herself in her protective bubble. As the spike crashed into it and bounced off, she charged.
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