Greed God chapter 45

January 11th 2016 Lord Mansion 2:00 PM EDT

Barbie  was pretty much unconscious for the ride back to the house. Luckily she  slept through Whisper getting Blockbuster out, so the mission was  accomplished. I woke her up when we got her home and then sent her on  her way. She was too dazed to really argue, though she promised to look  into things with Knightfall for me. Once she was gone I slipped into my  costume, had Fafnir transform and arranged to meet Blockbuster.

I'd  had Waylon set her up in a storage room off the garage. Whisper was  waiting for us when I headed down there and I nodded to my minions.  "Good work you two. Waylon, this is Whisper. I have absolute faith in  her. Whisper this is Waylon, or Fafnir when he's in this form. He's my  bodyguard and right hand man. Now, what's the situation with our newest  guest? Any developments?"

Waylon  shook his head. "I stuck around with her until your girl showed up to  make sure things went smooth, but whatever you gave her knocked her ass  out. I don't know id whoever she was there working for gave up or just  didn't bother coming, but whichever one it was no one tried to grab her  back. He sounded a bit puzzled at that, which was understandable, the  woman was a powerhouse and would be useful to anyone.

I  however, was not. Her nature as a powerhouse was the very reason they  left her behind. I shook my head wryly. "Her boss overplayed their hand.  Sally in there is a grade A metahuman wrecking ball. Gotham, which is  mostly known for human adjacent villains, probably doesn't have much in  the way of threats for her. Knightfall got tunnel vision on the city and  forgot there where bigger threats around. She sent her strongest  fighter to bait that trap, and once she got taken down she had no one  strong enough to save her."

We  entered the room, where I found Blockbuster tied to a chair. The ropes  wouldn't hold of course, not if she was conscious. But they didn't need  to. "Waylon break the bonds and get her in a full nelson. Lock your  fingers behind her neck, because I'm going to wake her up and she's  going to struggle. Don't take any chances, she used to be a wrestler." I  reached into my pocked and took out a G rank pill I'd made upstairs  just for this occasion by combining a few of the failed pills from the  drugstore.

[Appraisal  function activated. Treasure detected. Salts of Ishtar- G rank. A  powerful stimulant and aphrodisiac that puts the target in a state of  frantic lust that they'll do anything to sate. desperate lust creates a  state of extreme susceptibility. Slow building, lasts for twelve hours.]

Seeing  what that girl's body could take I was glad I'd decided to give her to  Waylon. I'm not sure I'd even survive twelve hours fucking that human  sledgehammer. Still it was a nasty little piece of work. I got the idea  for it from the pill that let you hallucinate all the time instead of  ever having to sleep, but I went ahead and tweaked the design to make it  stronger but shorter duration. Still, it had me down to a hundred  thousand points and change, so it definitely wasn't cheap.

Waylon  did as he was told, and I forced the pill down the hanging woman's  throat. Even at six foot six, the ten foot Waylon had the girl hanging  in the air in that full nelson, and I backed away as soon as the pill  was in, gesturing for Whisper to do the same. I also made a note to get  Waylon some pants for this form. When he shifted over his bulletproof  suit survived in tatters but only barely, and a second shift had it  almost ready to fall apart.

Blockbuster  gasped awake, the Salts stimulant factor waking her up out of her drug  induced sleep. She flailed frantically, but with Waylon holding her like  that she had no shot at getting loose. An experience wrestler can slip a  full nelson when it's being performed, but once someone has you it's a  bitch to get loose. She glared around at all of us, except Waylon who  she couldn't really see.

It  took a minute for her brain to reboot, and reaching out to touch her  desires I felt a very subtle lust start to build. The pill was doing  it's work. To help it along I guided that lust into a new developing  fetish for captivity and submission, but I didn't speed it up. Slow  build would work best here. I had a plan for how this would go. I was  boiling the frog here, and by the time she realized what was going on  she'd be too horny to resist talking if it meant getting the dick she  needed.

She  sneered when she saw me, but not out of recognition, just general rage  and impotent disdain for anyone keeping her captive. Apparently she had a  chip on her shoulder about being imprisoned. I was interested to see  how that was going to conflict with her new bondage fetish. "Who the  fuck are you supposed to be little man? A trick or treater?" She  thrashed around. "And what the fuck is behind me. It feels like a wall  or some shit, but I'm pretty sure it has a hard on against my ass."

I  felt a slight rush of lust from her then that didn't come from me or  the pill. Someone was a size queen, interesting. Waylon was covered by  the struggling body of Blockbuster, but if his size was proportionate  this bitch was going to be a drooling mess by the time that twelve hours  ended. Still, it was time to get started so I bowed deeply to the  captive. "My name is Mammon. You met my associate earlier today, he was  with another of my employees whom you tried to assault, and he took  exception."

She  smirked. "No shit? The big ass lizard guy? Well kudos on having someone  like that working for you. So what's this about? I'm not gonna talk. So  if you're going to torture me or some shit might as well get started.  Nothing you do to me is going to make me say a word. But hey, if it gets  you off you can try, not much works on me anyway. I've had some  creative attempts. I think the closest I got to feeling it was when  someone clamped jumper cables to my nipples and clit, but even that just  felt like a really good vibrator."

That...was  actually kind of an interesting idea. Now I wanted to see that. I  forced myself to focus. "As interesting as that is, I'm not going to do  anything to you. Just ask you some questions. If you don't want to  answer you won't have to, and we'll just lock you in this room for the  next day or two and then let you go." I couldn't help the smugness in  voice. I could feel the desire building, she was slowly getting more  excited, and I think she was just starting to realize something was  happening.

But  she already knew what would happen if she didn't talk, which was all I  needed. Not being able to fuck was going to get more and more horrible  as a thought until she finally caved, and the stimulant was just going  to make it worse. She glared at me suspiciously. "Bullshit. No way you  went to all this trouble just to let me go. You're up to something, but  it doesn't matter. Ask your questions and f-fuck off." Her squirming was  less to get free and more to get comfortable now. She couldn't sit  still and her face was starting to redden.

I  checked her desire with my ability. Building steadily. Good. I clapped  my hands together once to initiate the conversation. "Well, then we  better get started. Who is Knightfall? Where is Knightfall? Who else  works for Knightfall and where are those people? Also what is Knightfall  planning? That last once is mostly idle curiosity since I'm not going  to let her actually pull it off." Those questions would be enough to  give up the game though.

Blockbuster  just snorted. "Jokes on you fucker, I don't even know the answer to the  first one, and the second won't be something I can tell you either,  because no way they stayed in place after I got grabbed." Which was  fair. Knightfall was obviously careful despite the overconfidence. That  camera and speaker setup, while hastily done, was the mark of someone  paranoid in their own way. Blockbuster swallowed. "What...what's  happening to me. I wasn't even this horny when I busted out of prison."

I  chuckled. "Oh, that would be the aphrodisiac I gave you. Like I said  Sally." She jumped and I chuckled again. "Oh yes, I know your name. If  you don't talk we lock you in this room for the next few days. That lust  you're feeling? It's basically nothing compared to how bad it's going  to get. Of course, Waylon would love to help you out with that. You can  feel that against your ass as you said earlier, and I'd love to give him  a signing bonus with my little crew. He could have you all to himself."

Waylon  shrugged. "Depends how good she is boss. If she's not worth a second  fuck I wouldn't mind lending her out. At the very least you could really  put it to her without worrying about her breaking." Contrary to what  one might expect the idea of being lent out caused another flare of  lust. That one hadn't been me, but it was interesting. I doubted  anything would come of it soon though. Contrary to what he said Waylon  was crazy pent up and Blockbuster was the only woman he'd met recently  that wouldn't break when he let loose.

Blockbuster  glared at us. "You think I'm just going to cave because I'm horny?  You're idiots. I don't care how desperate I get I'll never talk. I have  more self control than that." Her voice was shaking, which kind of  undercut her statement, but it was a valiant effort nonetheless. She was  squirming in place, and I went ahead and cranked that size queen fetish  just a bit as she felt Waylon against her ass. Her eyelids fluttered a  bit.

She  swallowed hard. "Hell, it might be worse for you if I did tell you  something." She took a shuddering breath. "Nothing important. Just the  answer to one of your questions. You'd probably regret it." I blinked.  That was...I counted. Anger, Denial, Bargaining, fuck she was going  through the five stages of grief. Or the five stages of hornyness  apparently but hey, I'd take it if it got me answers. I doubted the road  to acceptance would be a short one, but I'd leave that to Waylon.

I  decided that with the new submission fetish I could get her to flip  after she got her brains fucked out. Hell my people could steal things  for me...I blinked. I muttered aloud in a voice so low no one could hear  it through the mask. "Hey Crassus, if he fucks her into submission will  it still mark her for me?" Because if so I didn't need her to answer  shit for me at the moment, plus I could make some cool shit from someone  like her.

[Yeah, it counts as theft by proxy. At the very least she would pay for that pill you used on her.]

With  s subvocal thanks I stepped forward. "Tell you what Sally. I'll be nice  about this. All I need you to do is tell me how many there are.  Counting you, how big is Knightfall's crew? If you give me a number I'll  leave you and Waylon to your fun." I was pretty sure if she'd been  rational she would have been suspicious, but since she was near out of  her mind with lust she just jumped at the chance.

She  held up three fingers, her teeth chattering too hard from pent up  energy to speak. I laughed and grabbed Whisper by the hand. "Fair enough  then. Waylon enjoy your fun, I'll stick around so don't worry about  work, this bitch is going to be at it for hours so you'll be busy." He  shot me a thankful grin and I pulled my redhead out of the room. Once we  were out and the door was shut I slapped that fat ass to watch it  jiggle. "Now, that put me in the mood, let's go upstairs and you can  bounce that ass on your lord's cock." I'd get the answers from  Blockbuster after Waylon broke her. Which judging by the happy squeals  from the room behind us would be more than accomplished by the time  those twelve hours were up.