While guards scrambled elsewhere, Jake quickly slipped into one of the many elevators in the vast estate, and pressed the button to take him the fourth floor, the top floor of the mansion. Jake calmed his nerves a bit, and waited for the elevator to arrive at its destination. Once it did, Jake slipped out, and began to check each room, carefully for any kind of ring that might resemble the one he was looking for. He wasn’t having any luck to this point, each room he entered and checked seemed to be nothing more but guest bedrooms, nothing anyone would keep anything of value in. Jake finally arrived at a large set of double doors- Monica’s bedroom. It would be his best bet to find the stone, at least on this floor. Jake slipped inside and quickly began to search through drawers, jewelers boxes, and practically anything else he could find. Despite practically turning the room upside down and inside out, he found absolutely nothing that even resembled the gemstone he was looking for. Jake knew his time was limited, and he had an entire mansion to search, so he didn’t bother to put the room back together as he slipped back outside of it.... and walked right into the metal chestplate of Nightshade’s Armor!
“Well look what we have here...” Monica pulled the helmet off of Jake’s Head, revealing the face of the billionaire vigilante who she had become obsessed with. “If it isn’t Jake Blackridge, sneaking about like the little rat he is...” Jake quickly tried to throw a strike at the massive armored woman, but his arm was caught by one of her massive power gauntlets. Jake’s face was grabbed by the other, and from an opening in the palm of the hand, a massive blast of methane was forced into Jake’s face, up his nose and down his throat. The suit of Power Armor saved Nightshade’s farts in order to weaponize them like so, and the blast was enough to knock Jake out cold, leaving him at the mercy of the creepy cougar...
Jake awoke to find that each of his limbs had been bound, and he had been stripped naked, and strung up, spread eagle, with a spotlight on him. He was in some sort of dark dungeon, placed on display, no doubt part of the sick fantasies of One Monica Costello. The clicking of heeled boots began to echo throughout the large dungeon, as his captor made her presence known to him. “Sneaking around my mansion... rifling through my panty drawer.. my my, Jake. It seems I’m irresistible to you, aren’t I?”
Jake tried to respond, but he’d been gagged. The horrific taste of nightshade’s panties tormented his palet, held in by a piece of duct tape over his mouth. Monica giggled. “At a loss for words? How adorable. Don’t worry, little one. From this day forward, the only words you’ll ever have to say again are: “Yes, Mommy.”
Nightshade punctuated that sentence with a laugh that sent shivers down Jake’s spine, as she closed the distance between them, ready to play with her new toy...
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