Playtime - Chapter 4

Zoe is having her way with a helpless city when she gets rudely interrupted.
 

“A young girl you say?” Jax's half-mexican partner bulged her eyes. “Masturbating. In the middle of Walton Sr intersection?” 

“That’s what she said, Martha.” Jax shrugged. He turned the corner with their patrol car to navigate through packs of commuters and taxi’s alike . 

“Twenty years on the streets made me think I had seen it all. Guess I was wrong.” Martha sighed and opened the glove box. “Wanna bite?” Jax made a gesture to decline the open can of pringles dangling under his nose. 

“This is like a snail's pace.” Jax snorted, and pushed the sirens, compelling everyone on the road to move aside.

 

“It should be around this corner.” The tires screeched, grazing hard over a poorly gardened piece of hell strip. 

“Where are all these people running fr- wooow!” Martha shrieked. A car flew by, airborne, like it was tossed by a crane. It crashed hard into a building across the road, devastating the façade of an antique store.
 

Jax screeched the car to a hold when throngs of panicked people stormed their way, like a stampede of marauding buffalos, screaming, yelling, trying to get away from something.
Both Martha and Jax looked in awe when they saw several cars sanding over the road, bumping at each other, uncontrollable, like they were being pulled by some strong magnetic field. People attempted desperately to take control of their car, hitting the throttle, putting it in reverse, anything that would create momentum in the opposite direction. Some people got out of their car when they saw the futileness of this effort. Most people kept trying, were too stubborn to hand over their car to some unknown force pulling the strings on the scene. That was until one car went airborne and flipped, end over end. Its occupants, a man and a woman, were launched out of the car and plunged on the pavement like 20 yards ahead, probably dead.
 

“With what are we dealing here, Jax?” Martha’s voice quivered slightly.
 

“Stay here. Get these people to safety.” Jax cocked his gun and got out the car. “and call for back-up.” He ran, in the opposite direction of all panicked people, bouncing and meandering his way through them.
When his vision became clear, and he approached the core of Walton Sr intersection he could only gape in stupefaction at the scene in front of him.
A wrecked car sat stationed in the middle of the road and a half-naked young girl lay sprawled out on the hood, with one hand entangled in her ragged raven hairdo and the other between her naked thighs.
Above her, floated three cars in the air, moving in slow circular motions.
The fierce moans of the girl were even able to pitch above all the shouting clamor from the people trying to get away from her. Some appeared stuck in their tracks, seemingly glued with their feet to the road.
Low burrowing rumbles were felt, mixed with the rising symphony of the muffled screeches of dozens coming from a pristine office tower nearby. 

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“You.” Zoe pointed. “Fuck me in the arse.”
 

A good looking guy with broad shoulders, tinted skin, with clean-shaved sideburns, flailed in the air when an invisible force pulled him towards Zoe, tearing his hand free from his crying lover.
An indomitable force placed him gently behind Zoe, who stood already hunched over the hood. 

“Go on.” Zoe prodded. She slid her skirt upwards, presenting her tight perky white ass to her unwilling volunteer. 

His pants dropped down by themselves, including underwear and revealed an above-average member, ready to strike. To his own amazement, his body started to pierce his drill-sergeant in Zoe's tight dark hole, working her smooth ass like a goat during the rut. 

“More.” Zoe moaned. “give me more.” 

Holding one hand up, Zoe's mouth uttered some words and an office tower across the street groaned heavily and a powerful force compelled it upwards, excavating it from its foundation. Filled to the brim with hundreds of unwitting pen-pushers, the monumental tower started to reduce in size in a prosperous pace. Many ceased their attempt to jump through a window to safety, for the building's floating height would cause certain dead. They just awaited their imminent fate and saw their surroundings getting more bigger and more threatening with the second. Size reduction halted when the office tower was just a plain fraction of its original design. Wild screeches erupted again when the shrunken building came into motion. It floated in a particular direction, until Zoe's greedy hand snatched it out of the air.
In between gasping moans, Zoe leered at the once monolithic structure safely tucked in her hand.
Peeping through the structure’s windows, Zoe’s relished in the shrieks of fear and helplessness. She turned her wrist slightly, tilting the structure to the side and tittered loudly when she saw hundreds of shrunken people inside to sliding to one side, tumbling over each other, smashing through windows to fall to their doom.
 

“And now.” Zoe gasped. “to the other side, boys.” Dozens more smashed through windows on the other side, tumbling towards the car’s hood far below.
 

“Those were the lucky ones- no wait… you are the lucky ones of course!” She beamed.
Zoe lowered the structure between her silky wetted thighs, groped the tower’s pointy end against her spongy labia minora, giving them a velvety touch, before smashing it all the way in.
 

Zoe groaned hard, “Don’t stop! I dare you to stop!” She said to the guy having his way with her ass. This remark was utterly unnecessary seeming the fact that his body was in complete control under Zoe’s spell.
Zoé’s delectation was rudely interrupted when the blade slapping sound of a chopper was heard, roaring over her head. 

“Step back from the car and put your hands in the air, both of you.” It echoed through a megaphone. Zoé yanked her head from side to side, annoyed, and noticed they were completely surrounded by several police cars and personnel.
 

“Things are getting more interesting by the minute.” Zoé mumbled to herself.
A loud explosion echoed through the streets when one of the cars, floating above Zoé’s head flew hard and threw a strike when it collided against a cluster of patrol vehicles. All this while, Zoé and her marionette lover continued their flagrant passion.
 

“You hear these screeches my loved ones?” Zoé moaned, addressing one of her nipples. “Fresh stack. Give them a warm welcome in Nipple Vale, will ya?” 

One police officer after the other shrieked in dismay when their bodies started to float due to some invisible force. They flailed and screamed wildly. Cried out at their colleagues for help when they were drawn towards Zoé. Simultaneously, these powerless officers were reduced in size, until they ended up as microscopic specks, ready to inhabit the nano city on Zoé’s exposed hard nipple. 

“Harder! Take me harder!” Zoe panted wildly. Her tits wobbled up and down like two freshly dished jell-o cups while her string-puppet did his utmost to lubricate her youthful balloon knot with pre-seminal fluids. 

A monstrous climax boiled up in the moisty depths of her pleasure region, pumping up rapidly, ready to burst its way out through the engorged flaps of her vulva.
Zoe cringed, clenched her teeth when a seeming migraine-like attack overwhelmed her, pounding within her head like an anvil absorbing the clangs of a diligently forge-hammer.
Two crashes were heard, caused by the floating cars plunging on the streets. 

“The hell?” Zoe turned about, baffled, annoyed that her climax was ruined. The guy that was working her ass, looked about, confused, like he just woke up from a deep hypnotic state. “Keep fuckin me for Christ's sake you!” Zoe said. 

“He’s not yours anymore, darling.” 

Zoé fluttered with her eyes when a middle-aged woman came popping up out of nowhere.
 

“Mom?! What are you doing here? I swear mom, if you were the one that ruined my-“ 

“Zoe Cordelia Krestel.” Another booming low voice spoke, male, making windows vibrate in a wide proximity. “Playtime’s over. You’re coming with us.”
 

“Alzador?” Zoé chuckled when her eyes met a crinkled greybeard, all dressed in a long loose robe. His bushy brows hung inexplicable low, making Zoe wonder how he was even able to see her. 

“You’re here for another touch of my silky thighs? Get in line.” 

“The humans are not yours to play with anymore.” Alzador boomed, ignoring her remark. He stretched one hand out. 

“Hey?!” Zoe shrieked. Her necklace broke in two when The stone of Dormancy was yanked off, ending up in Alzador's awaiting hand. 

“You give that back right now before I melt your tongue to your filthy anus you impotent grub!” Zoe's voice whipped through the air. 

“It’s the high council for you, Zoe.” Alzador stuffed the stone in one of his pockets. “Onexius himself wants to have a word with you.”
 

Three other black robes materialized out of thin air, glaring at Zoe with sun-bright red eyes. Members of the Enforcers they were, a dark elite faction, merely invoked during operations involving great peril. 

“M-mom?” Zoe stammered, looking at her mother in search for support. 

“I’m sorry honey, its for the best.” 

Zoe gave an earth shuddering shriek which rippled the fabric of the universe itself when the Enforcers unleashed beams of life draining energy on her.