Welcome to Tempestas: Civilizaton's Shackles. Here you'll take on the role of Bernice Chastain, a police officer who helped Scarlet Moon, a heroic hero of great heroism, defeat Succubus, a villainous villain of great villany, when she tried to get revenge on Phillipa Silver, an entrepreneurial entrepreneur of great entrepreneurness.
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[[Play->Start]] Bernice lashed Succubus' thong-clad bottom with her belt. Succubus wore a long-sleeved, dark purple thong leotard with a diamond cut out of the front. Said diamond started just above her ample breasts and ran all the down to just above her belly button, exposing her inner boob and a fair amount of her flat belly. The leotard was edged in black, and quite sparkly. Black leather boots that extended two-thirds up her thigh, and had nine-inch, stiletto heels completed the ensemble. The supervillainess' eep was muffled by the thick hood over her head, and she hopped the rest of the way into the police station.
"Come on, hurry it up," said Bernice. "I've got things to do. Tickets to hand out. Spankings to administer. Bad guys to arrest."
Bernice Chastain was a police officer in the Generica Police Force. She had shoulder-length blonde hair tied back into a ponytail and dark green eyes. She had a tall, leggy build with a flat, toned stomach, toned arms, and thunder thighs. She had a tight, round bottom, currently shown off by a pair of pants that were a size (or two) too small.
She led the recently captured Succubus into the police headquarters. The receptionist looked up, and her eyes widened.
"Relax." Bernice lashed Succubus' pink bottom a second time. "She's harmless right now."
"Oh, well, um the chief wants to see you in his office," said the receptionist.
Bernice winced. "But I didn't do anything wrong. I don't think."
The receptionist shrugged. "He has a couple of guests, so maybe you're not in trouble?"
"Oh, who are they?"
The receptionist held up her hands in a *Hell if I know* gesture. "Two women in *very* tight catsuits. I haven't seen the men drool that much since the time you--"
"I get it, I get it," said Bernice. "Moving on. Bye now."
Faint, muffled laughter came from beneath Succubus' hood.
"You shut up." Bernice lashed the woman's exposed bottom twice with her belt, making the villain squeak and dance in place. "Now come on."
"Oh, Dane's gonna take Succubus to a holding cell," said the receptionist.
On cue, Dane approached and took Succubus.
"Have fun," said Bernice. Dane grunted sourly. Bernice walked to the chief's office. Inside she found police chief Jason Napier, and a pair of women in skintight black catsuits.
Bernice eyed the pair warily. One of them was tall and leggy, a few inches taller even than Bernice. She had flowing shoulder-length auburn hair and bright blue eyes. She was built a lot like Bernice: fit, and leggy.
Her partner meanwhile was short, and slight: barely five feet and maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. She had short-cut red hair and lots of freckles. The catsuit showed off a very fit body, and Bernice had no doubts she was brutal in a fight.
"Nice collar Chastain," said the chief. He loomed behind his desk (even when the chief sat, he loomed). The pair of catsuits stood to either side of the desk on the same side as Bernice. He glanced down at her legs. "Nice to see you found some pants too."
"You can count on me chief," said Bernice with a grin."I'm the very best at what I do, and what I do is nab perps."
"So you're the police officer who ran up and down Silver Tower with Scarlet Moon?" asked the auburn catsuit. She looked Bernice up and down. "Interesting."
Bernice smiled tightly. "Five seconds."
"I'm sorry?"
"That's how long I'd last in a fight with you." Auburn catsuit frowned. "Oh come on, that's what you were trying to trying to decide right? How much of a threat I am?"
Auburn catsuit smirked. "You sell yourself short. You'd last at least ten."
"Stop wasting my time," growled the chief. He waved at the catsuits. "They're here for the perp."
"You're kidding," said Bernice. "You're just gonna let them take my collar?"
The chief rolled his eyes. "And how long you think we could hold her before she's got the entire bureau under her control?"
"Well..."
"The feds say they got someplace to hold her. I say let 'em have her. 'Bout time they make themselves useful."
Red catsuit stiffened. She opened her mouth, but a glare from Auburn catsuit shut it again.
"Well, fine," said Bernice. "Have fun. Don't look her in the eye."
Auburn pulled out a large folder from a briefcase sitting at her feet and pushed it at Bernice.
"What's this?" asked Bernice, taking the folder. She staggered a little. "The Amazon rainforest?"
"Paperwork. We want it by tomorrow morning"
"Say what?" Bernice threw a helpless look at her chief. "Chief--"
"No whining Chastain," said the chief. "You make the collar, you do the paperwork."
"But can't it at least be on the computer. This isn't 1960."
"We have our reasons," said Auburn catsuit. "Oh, and we want to debrief you before we leave. Chief, you wouldn't happen to have a room handy would you?"
"What?" said Bernice. "But I'm gonna need--"
"Take interrogation room 5," said the chief.
"Chief come on support me here," said Bernice.
"Sorry Chastain," said the chief. He tapped his desk phone. "When you get a call from the Secretary of Homeland Security, you do what he says. And he told me to do what the catsuits want, even if it means I gotta do the chicken dance on main street in my underwear. I ain't happy about it, but it is what it is."
[["YOUR MOM's gotta do the chicken dance on main street in her underwear."->yourmomunderwear]]
[["Yes sir."->yessir]]
"Alright, Chastain if that's how you're gonna be." The chief stood up and unbuckled his belt.
Bernice took a step back. "No chief--"
"I've told you time and time again to keep those wretched your mother jokes to yourself." The chief pulled his belt through the loops and doubled it. "I'm also tired of your whining. Feds leave mountains of paperwork everywhere they go. Nothing you can about it but get it done."
"But you wouldn't...not in front of them would you?"
The chief stepped around the desk and snapped his belt against his thigh.
Bernice winced.
"Drop the trousers and go over the desk, Chastain." Bernice sagged. She glanced at the two catsuits. The auburn one was stone-faced, but the red one was smirking.
"Like you've never been in this position," said Bernice. "Not in front of a city kitty I haven't," said Red.
"I hear you call *any* of my officers that again, and that'll change real fast," said the chief.
Red rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything else.
Bernice unbuttoned her too-tight pants and wiggled them down to her ankles, exposing a pair of pink lacy panties that exposed the lower half of her tight, round cheeks and long muscular legs.
She stepped out of her pants and walked over to the desk. She took a deep breath, and bent across it. Her chest pressed against the faux wood. She rested her cheek on the backs of her hands. She arched her back and stuck her butt out, offering the chief a nice round target.
Red whistled. "Look's like somebody's had a lot of practice going over that desk."
Bernice ground her teeth. The chief stepped up next to Bernice and pressed one hand against the small of her back. Bernice squirmed a little. Didn't matter how many times she found herself in this position, it still tied her stomach up in knots.
The chief's fingers closed around Bernice's panties and tugged them down to her thighs. Bernice groaned. The belt snapped across Bernice's bottom, right across the peak of her bare bottom.
Bernice gasped. Her hips bucked against the desk. The thick leather left a line of fire from end of her bottom to the other. She barely pushed her bottom back out before the belt lashed her bottom again. And again. And again. And again. Each stroke landed right in the same damn spot.
Bernice yelped after the last one. A river of molten magma pulsed right across the peaks of her firm buttocks. Her legs shook a little.
And the chief was just getting started. He put a hand on the small of her back and lashed her naked bottom. The crisp slap of leather on flesh filled the room. Bernice's bare flesh bobbed and roiled beneath the snapping leather. Bernice threw her head back and yelped and howled. Her hips bobbed and weaved, and her feet pounded against the floor.
For a moment, the belting paused. Bernice took a deep shuddering breath, and wiped tears from her eyes with her forearm.
Red whistled. "This guy knows how to use a belt." "Aren't you glad you don't work for him?" asked Auburn sardonically.
Bernice clenched her jaw. No way was she going to scream-- The belting resumed.
"Oww! Oww! Oww! Owwowowwowo!" Bernice bucked and pounded on the desk, while the thick leather made her firm cheeks wobble like jello.
Finally, after God only knows how many strokes, the chief slid his belt back into his pants. "Alright Chastain, get your ass up. And I don't want any more lip. Get it?"
"Yes, sir," said Bernice. She sniffled and stood up. She reached down and wiggled her pants back up and over her scorched bottom, whimpering, moaning and hopping as she pulled the harsh fabric up and over her swollen cheeks.
"Well, you ready for your debriefing?" asked Auburn catsuit. She turned and headed for the door.
"Ready for *your mom's* debriefing," muttered Bernice too quietly for anyone to hear. She followed after the fed, vigorously rubbing her smarting bottom as she went.
[[Debrief the feds.->catsuitsdebrief]]
"Good girl," said the chief. He turned towards his computer. "Now get your asses outta here. I gotta mountain of my *own* paperwork to fill out."
[[Follow the catsuits.->catsuitsdebrief]]It was evening by the time the two catsuits *finally* let Bernice escape.
"Stupid, arrogant, obnoxious, self-righteous, cocky, fed bints." Chastain rubbed her bottom as she made her way back to her desk.
Her housemate, friend, and CSI nerd Sydney stood at her desk with a bag of McDonalds. Despite her nerdy profession, she cut an imposing figure: six feet tall, broad shouldered, and very fit. She had long muscular legs emphasized by her tight slacks, and a big, equally muscular bottom. She wore flats now, but Bernice was well aware of what heels could do to that tush. A lab coat hung loosely over a fitted blouse that drew just enough attention to her ample breasts, and made clear that yes, she did in fact have a washboard stomach. She had dark skin and a dazzling smile. Her back-length black hair was done up in cornrows.
Bernice grinned, though she also raised an eyebrow at the choice of food.
Sydney shrugged. "Heard from the chief you've had a rough day. Supervillains. Feds. Fed paperwork."
"Aww, I didn't know the chief cared." Bernice eased into her seat, wincing a little as her full weight settled on her bottom. She dropped the pile of papers on her desk. "Thanks for the food. Did you see the catsuits?"
"Look like pills." Sydney eyed the paperwork. "I take it you won't be coming home until late?"
"If at all. Tell your mom for me would you?"
"You better come home. Momma'd hit the roof."
"She's got a hard head, she can handle it." Bernice flipped open the envelope and pulled out the first sheet. "God, this crap's like in five point font. You got a magnifying lense?"
"No parkour either I guess." Sydney's face fell.
"Sorry. Work comes first."
"Yeah, I know. But don't think it'll get you out of our bet." Sydney held up a backpack and shook it.
Bernice sat bolt upright, and her face turned bright red. "So it's--"
"Yeeup." Sydney set it down next to Bernice's desk. She started walking away. "I'll just leave this here. See you tomorrow."
Bernice muttered something unpleasant under her breath.
"Careful. I might have to tell momma."
Bernice stuck her tongue out at Sydney's back. Then she pulled out a burger and got to work.
After a few hours, Bernice looked up from the paperwork. She checked her watch. Eight PM. Her side of the office was completely empty. The nightshift folk mostly worked on the other side of the building, and most of them were out on patrol by now.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She eyed the stack of paperwork. She was about two-thirds of the way through. Probably another hour or two.
But first, coffee. Bernice walked to the break room, blue jay emblazoned mug in hand. While pouring her coffee she heard a strange rustling.
She stopped pouring. The rustling came again. It sounded like it came from direction of the evidence room. The break room shared a wall with the short hallway that led to the evidence room.
Bernice eased the coffee pot and her mug down. She unholstered her stunner and slipped around the corner. That was where they kept the stuff they'd confiscated from Succubus' minions, as well some Whistler crap and other assorted things.
Could some of Succubus' minions have broken in to get their effects back? Or maybe it was Buzzsaw. Bernice charged her stunner, and eased along the wall, until she was at the corner. Just a small pivot would be all she needed to get a full view of the hallway.
[[Swing around and start firing.->evidenceroomfiring]]
[["Who's there?"->evidenceroomcall]]
Bernice swung around, stunner firing. "Freeze asshole!"
"Holy shit!" A figure jumped and dived behind some sort of trolly. The stun blats splattered harmlessly against the *closed* evidence door room.
Bernice's eyes narrowed, and she stared at the trolly. It had a bucket on it, some keys. A phone, a giant mug of soda or coffee or something. A mob lay on the floor where the figure had dropped it.
A head stuck up over the trolley. "Hey, what's the big idea? I'm cleaning here."
"I want to see some ID," said Bernice.
"Oh for the love of-"
"What's going's on?" One of the nightshift cops, a woman named Mary came charging around the corner. She was short and squat, with broad shoulders. She kept her brown hair cut boyshort, her brown eyes seemed to always be slightly narrowed, and her lips always slightly twisted into a grimace. Bernice suspected she'd spent so much time making grotesque faces as a child that her froze that way, just like her parents had always warned her would happen.
"That lunatic just started shooting at me," said the guy. The janitor, Bernice supposed.
"I thought someone was in the evidence room," said Bernice sheepishly. "Nobody can go--"
"Yeah, I know the rules," said Mary. "Jeff, you didn't go in there did you? You know better than that."
"'Course not, I was just cleaning the hallway. The damn door's locked and I don't even have a key to it. My not allowed to clean the hallway anymore?"
Mary glared at Bernice, who smiled and shrugged. "Shoulda known I wasn't gonna have a quiet night, when the chief told me *you* were working late." Mary reached up and grabbed Bernice's ear. "Come with me."
"Oww! Hey!" Bernice hunched awkwardly to relieve pressure on her ear.
"Sorry about that," said Mary. "Just an overeager dayshifter. I'll take care of it."
"I see." The janitor stood up. He straightened his shirt. "Can I watch? Was just about to go on my break anyway."
Bernice's face turned bright red. "That's not--"
"Of course." Mary grinned viciously. "Might even let you take care of her, assuming you don't tell the chief."
"I'll tell--"
Mary leveled a deadly glare on Bernice. "You do that, and *I'll* tell the chief you tried to shoot the janitor."
"I'll keep my mouth shut," said Bernice in a small voice.
"That's what I thought, now come on." Mary gave Bernice's ear a hard yank.
Bernice whimpered.
Mary turned Bernice towards the wall and pushed her against it. "Hands on the wall girl. Stick your butt out."
Bernice pressed her hands against the wall and pushed her butt out. Mary's hands reached around Bernice's waist and undid her pants button. The woman grabbed Bernice's waistband, and inched the tight pants down Bernice's hips.
"Damn girl, could your pants get any tighter?" asked Mary.
"Had to improvise," said Bernice. "Succubus got rid of my original pair."
Mary chuckled. "Yeah, I saw that on the news. Kinda funny."
"Not to me," muttered Bernice.
"Almost got it, finally." Mary yanked the pants down to Bernice's thighs, and pushed the pants all the way down to Bernice's ankles. She took a step back. "Ok, Jeff go to it."
The janitor stepped up next to Bernice. "Alright brat, I'll teach you to go shooting at folks trying to do their job."
"Oh, I'm a real fast learner, I promise. You won't have to work very hard," said Bernice.
"Not if half what the chief tells me is true," said Mary.
Bernice scowled at Mary.
"Hey, you got yourself into this mess."
Jeff put one hand between Bernice's shoulder blades, and struck Bernice's right buttock with the flat of his other. Bernice's teeth briefly clenched at the sting. Her buttock bobbed up and down with the stroke.
Jeff struck her left cheek next, sending it wobbling and leaving a sharp sting behind.
Bernice pressed her forehead against the wall, but otherwise didn't react. Jeff leaned over a little and battered Bernice's right cheek with a flurry of swift smacks.
Bernice wiggled her hips a little beneath the sting, while the sharp smacks echoed off the hallway walls.
"Starting to feel it eh?" said Jeff. "You sorry for shooting at me?"
"Yes, yes I am, very sorry. Honest," said Bernice.
"Good." Jeff smacked Bernice's left cheek a solid twenty times in rapid succession. Bernice whimpered and wiggled her hips. Her hands closed into fists, while her cheeks bobbed and wobbled beneath Jeff's callused palm.
And so it went for at least forty minutes. Bernice's whimpers gradually grew into yelps, while Jeff's hard hand gradually turned a sting into a burn, a burn into a blaze and a blaze into a bonfire.
"Alright, you learned your lesson yet?" asked Jeff. He took a step back and shook his hand.
Bernice nodded. It was nowhere near as bad as the chief's legendary beltings, but it left quite the impression all the same.
"Good. Now, I need to get back to work." Jeff returned to his cart.
"And you should too," said Mary. "The sooner you're out of my hair the better."
"The sooner you're out of your mom's hair the better," muttered Bernice as she rubbed her sore cheeks.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
[[Return to your desk.->missingpaperwork]]
"Umm, the janitor?" said a voice on the other side of the corner.
"Oh." Bernice holstered her gun and peeked around the corner. The janitor stood just outside the evidence room (door closed), a broom in his hand. "Umm, you' weren't in the evidence room were you?"
"Nope. Can't even get in," said the janitor. He peered at her. "Hey, wait a minute, I know you. You're that cop who fought that demon lady with Scarlet Moon today. What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be out celebrating or something?"
Bernice sighed. "If only. But she who nabs the collar, does the paperwork. And the feds took Succubus. They leave a *lot* of paperwork behind."
The janitor grunted. "That's rough. You need a break? I was about to go on mine."
"Thanks, but no I really need to get this stuff done. My landlady gets grumpy when I get home super late."
"What's going's on?" One of the nightshift cops, a woman named Mary came charging around the corner. She was short and squat, with broad shoulders. She kept her brown hair cut boyshort, her brown eyes seemed to always be slightly narrowed, and her lips always slightly twisted into a grimace. Bernice had always suspected she'd spent so much time making grotesque faces as a child that her froze that way, just like her parents had always warned her would happen.
"Oh nothing, I just heard something and got a bit jumpy," said Bernice. "Turned out to just be the janitor."
Mary rolled her eyes. "Of course, because the one night you stay light is the night somebody decides to break in, and you get to be a hero again."
"That's not--"
"Whatever. Go on and get back to doing whatever you were doing." Mary turned on her heel and walked off.
[[Return to your desk.->missingpaperwork]]Bernice returned to her desk. She eased back into her chair and reached for the next piece of paperwork.
Her fingers touched air. She glanced at her desk, and her heart leapt into her throat. The folder was gone. Bernice looked under her desk. She rooted around in her file cabinets. She looked underneath random pieces of paper that couldn't hope to be hiding a giant stack of paperwork.
"The hell did it go?" she asked. "Man, I'm so dead. So dead. So dead--"
Bernice stopped. She cocked her head and listened. There was a faint rustling from the chief's office. Like someone shuffling through papers. She peered at the office. She could just make out some sort of dark figure, and some weird flickering. Bernice pulled out her stungun and slipped over to the door. She was being paranoid of course, but *somebody* had stolen her paperwork...
Bernice hunched down and peered through a small crack in the blinds that obscured the office.
A woman stood in the middle of the room. She wore some sort of skintight white catsuit with blue lines running across it. The right leg and arm of the catsuit were completely missing, leaving her arm and leg bare. She did appear to be wearing gloves however. A mask, apparently connected to the costume appeared to be completely covering her face. Papers swirled around the woman like a tornado. They seemed to be flying in a spiral pattern, flying out of the chief's cabinets, swirling around the woman's body and flashing across her face. Some of them then swirled under the woman's arm, while others flew back into the cabinet. Bernice also spied the manila folder the feds had given her, tucked securely under the woman's arm.
"Why do I always get the weird ones?" muttered Bernice.
[[Get Mary for backup.->marybackup]]
[[Confront the villain.->confrontvillain]]
Bernice eased away and hurried across the building to Mary's desk. "Mary, Mary!"
"What is it now?" asked Mary, looking up from her computer.
"There's some crazy lady in a catsuit in the chief's office. She's in the middle of a paper tornado," said Bernice.
Mary cocked an eyebrow. "Paper tornado?"
"Yes, a paper tornado. I think she's trying to find something. And she stole my paperwork."
Mary let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Very funny. Now bugger off before I beat your ass and keep your pants."
"Hey don't go getting all arbitrarily skeptical on me. We've *already* had to deal with a gang leader who can cut steel with her hair, a chick with glowing red weapons, and a scammer with mind control powers. Are paper tornados really that weird?"
Mary threw up her hands. "Fine. Let's go check it out. But if you're pulling my leg, you're going to regret it. Bigly. And don't even get me started if you're just harassing Jeff again."
Mary stood up and grabbed her stunner (and her leather paddle, Bernice noticed). The two cops slipped up to chief's office. Mary counted to three with her fingers. She shoved the door open, and burst in.
"Freeze ass--Dammit Bernice!" Bernice poked her head in. There was nobody in the office. There weren't any stray papers anywhere. Everyhing looked quite in order.
Bernice gave Mary an uneasy smile. "I'm telling you there was someone here. She must have left."
Ten minutes later, Bernice was tucked under Mary's arm. Her pants had long since been kicked off, and her panties were nestled in the crease between bum and thigh. Her bright red bottom bobbled and jiggled beneath Mary's flashing paddle.
"I don't know why you insist on these stupid pranks," said Mary. "They never end well for you. Ever. I've heard you're a damned good cop out on the streets. Smart. Ever considered applying those smarts to the office?"
"Of course you don't know why, because I-oww-didn't," said Bernice. "She was here, I swear."
"Bullshit." Mary picked up the pace.
"Come on, this isn't fair," said Bernice. She wiggled her hips and stomped her right foot. One hand clutched a nearby filing cabinet, while the other gripped Mary's calf. "Oww!"
"No what isn't fair is you *constantly* wasting my time. Oh trust me, I get that you desperately don't want it to be your fault you can't find your paperwork. Far better if some nefarious villain stole it for unknown but surely villainous reasons. Well, guess what you lost it, and if you want to find it, you need to stop chasing phantoms and start actually looking. Or you can explain to the chief and the feds why you don't have it anymore. I bet that'll be a fun conversation." Mary hunched a little and focused her ire on Bernice's sitspots. The floppy leather paddle flicked across Bernice's cherry-red sitspots.
"Oww, oww, oww. But she was real I swear," said Bernice.
"Uh-huh."
Another ten minutes or so of flicking paddle and squeals of pain followed.
Mary released Bernice and stepped away. She stooped down and grabbed Bernice's pants. "I'm keeping these until you're done here. Bother me again, and I'll take your panties too." Bernice pulled her panties back up. She rubbed her burning bottom and stuck her tongue out at Mary's back.
After Mary left, Bernice took a bit of time to compose herself.
[[Leave the office.->papertrail]]
Bernice pushed the door open and leveled her stunner. "Freeze asshole."
The figure slowly looked over her shoulder. "My my, somebody's working late."
"I'd be gone by now if you hadn't stolen that folder," said Bernice.
"Unlikely. It looks rather incomplete."
"Yes, well, you're under arrest for breaking and entering, and theft. Put your hands in the air."
The woman turned. Glowing red eyes looked out from behind a bare white mask. "No."
Bernice fired. The papers swirling around the woman snapped together into a shield. They blocked the particle beam, then swirled out at Bernice. The papers wrapped Bernice in a cocoon from neck to toe. Bernice teetered a little bit, then fell on her side.
Bernice struggled vainly against the freakishly strong paper. "You won't get away with...whatever you're doing villain."
The woman laughed. She stepped up to Bernice, giving the cop a good look at the woman's stiletto heels. What was it about supervillains and heels? She crouched down and cupped Bernice's face. She gave it an affectionate squeeze.
"Silly girl. You of all people should appreciate what I'm doing."
"I'm not into bondage, paper-driven or otherwise."
"Oh, ho, not to you. To your office. To all of this." The woman stood and gestured to the papers swirling around her. "Tell me something, what do you hate most in life?"
"My boss' belt?"
"Wrong." The villain clenched a fist and her eyes blazed. "Oh don't get me wrong, belts hurt. They hurt a lot. You should see my boss'. Jesus Christ, it's like he skinned a dinosaur or something and made a belt out of its skin. But even a long belting lasts, what, an hour? Even that's exceptionally rare, and opens them up to lawsuits about excessive punishment. No, most beltings last a mere fifteen to twenty minutes. Short, painful, but over. And you can get on with your life. No, what you hate most is paperwork!"
Papers burst out of the chief's cabinets and swirled around the room. The woman held her hands above her head, like some sort of wizard calling up powers from the depths of hell.
"How many hours of your life have you wasted filling out forms? Pointless, inane, forms. How many times have you given somebody the same information a dozen different ways. How many times would a memo written up in 20 minutes have given your boss all the information he needed? But no, he insists on six dozen forms filled out in triplicate, then insists go back again with a sore bottom because you missed one box, or put one form in the wrong drawer, or mispelled some Indian asshole's thirty letter name? Finite, precious hours. Hours you'll never get back. Hours you could have spent with friends or family, or just watching cat videos on the internet."
The woman paced around the office, the swirling papers flowing and bobbing around her like dancers. "Well, that ends starting tonight. God Himself has granted me these powers, powers over all paper in all its forms. And I intend to use it. Use it to purge the greatest evil that has ever been afflicted upon human civilization. Paperwork!"
"YOUR FACE is the greatest evil that has ever been afflicted upon human civilization," said Bernice.
"Well, what was it that Nietzsche said? 'He who fights monsters must take care lest he thereby become a monster?' Perhaps I have become what I hate." The woman crouched next to Bernice and patted her on the head. "Perhaps I have become...Paperwork. But I will gladly sell my soul if it means that I can free civilization from its shackles."
"YOUR MOM is civilization's shackles," said Bernice.
Paperwork smirked. "I like you. I *was* going to beat your copper ass, but I think I'll leave it alone. Bye now."
Papers swirled into a giant paper airplane. Paperwork leapt on it and zoomed out of the office.
"Great. Just great." Bernice flexed against the paper. "Come on, tear damn you."
The paper flexed and crackled, but refused to tear.
"She must have some magical paper-strengthening power or something, because of course she does." Bernice took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She mentally reached out to the air around her.
A small breeze flitted across her face, fluttering her hair and cooling her sweaty cheek. The breeze flitted between Bernice and her paper cocoon, and started to swirl.
More air swirled down into Bernice's cocoon. The paper swelled. It bulged. It tore apart with a great whoosh.
Bernice rolled onto her feet. "OK, Paperwork. Officer Bernice Chastain doesn't stand a chance. So maybe it's time for Tempestas to make her debut. A bit earlier than planned, but what you gonna do."
[[Run out of the office->papertrail]]Bernice looked around the office space. She spied a few sheets of paper trailing off towards a window. Her hand closed into a fist. She ducked back into the chief's office and came out a moment later with a key.
She ran to her desk and snagged the backpack left a few hours earlier by Sydney. She took a look around, and then snuck to the evidence room. Minutes later she came back out carrying one of the masks worn by Succubus' minions.
She ducked into the nearest bathroom, and pulled out the outfit Sydney was going to make her way for their canceled parkour session. A black sports bra, black thong and *very* small pair of black lycra shorts.
Bernice held up the shorts. "Note to self: Win next time."
She stripped out of her clothing and pulled on the sports bra and thong. She hiked the lycra shorts up and over her hips. She ran a hand across her bottom and sighed again. Not only were the wretched shorts skintight, but they also barely covered her ass. In fact, she could feel a small sliver of exposed cheek peeking out from under it.
Sydney was going to pay *dearly* for this. Bernice pulled the mask over her head. She shoved her actual clothing into the backpack and slipped back out into the department, and then out the window Paperwork had gone.
She leapt upt onto the roof, pushed along by a gust of wind. She wedged the backpack between two air conditioning units. She took a look around. A few scraps of paper fluttered across the roof of the western building.
Tempestas took a deep breath, and charged for the edge of the building. She leapt off, blasting a gust of wind against her back right as she went. Propelled by the gust, Tempestas soared easily across the alley and landed with the grace of a panther. She rolled with the landing and ran across the roof, not even missing a beat. As she leapt across the next roof, she spied an open window a few stories down the next building. A gust of wind pushed her down, and she snagged a window ledge just above the open window.
She fluttered down onto the open window ledge on a cushion of air and peered inside.
The cubicle farm was empty, save for a rough trail of stray papers leading deeper into the building.
"And more creeping around empty hallways looking for a supervillain," muttered Tempestas. She slipped into the room and followed the paper trail. "Why does this keep happening to me?"
She followed the trail down a hallway, and up a flight of stairs. She stopped. She could hear fluttering paper just through the next door.
Tempestas peeked through the door's narrow window. The villain stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by a tornado of papers, just like the last time Tempestas had seen her.
Tempestas took a deep breath.
[[Create a sudden gust in the room, scattering the villain's papers.->ambush]]
[[Open the door and command the villain to halt->halt]]
Tempestas' eyes flashed. A gust of wind raced through the office, scattering the villain's paper tornado.
"What the--"
Tempestas pushed the door open and pounced on the villain. "Surrender villain!"
"Crap!" The villain went down hard underneath Tempestas. A sheet of paper smashed into Tempestas' face, blinding her. A rolled up newspaper struck Tempestas' almost-exposed lower cheeks. The villain kneed Tempestas in the gut and pushed her off. The villain scrambled to her feet.
"Who dares challenge Paperwork?"
Tempestas leapt to her own feet. She sent a swirl of air around her body, sending her hair out behind her. She skimmed the air across the windows, rattling them. "Tempestas dares."
She had to resist the temptation to rub her smarting bum though. That newspaper had stung far more than it had any right to.
"I see." Papers swirled around Paperwork, and flew at Tempestas. "Well, I won't let you interfere with my holy quest to purge--"
"Don't care." Tempestas created a wind tunnel, funneling the papers around her and flinging them back at Paperwork. She leapt after the stream of sheets.
"Hah! You think you can turn my own weapons against me?" The papers swirled into a large bat and settled into Paperwork's hand. "You can throw them around, but only I-"
Tempestas punched Paperwork in the jaw. "Need to look at the paper to shape it."
Paperwork stumbled backwards. Tempestas lunged forward and grabbed the front of Paperwork's costume. She rolled backwards in midair, and flung Paperwork behind her, speeding the villain along with a large gust.
Paperwork slammed into a filing cabinet, smashing it against the wall and sending paper everywhere.
Tempestas spun in midair. Her feet touched the floor, and she leapt upward, propelling herself up with a gust. She flung her hands out, and buffetted Paperwork with gusts of air that felt like fists. Papers wove together into a wall in front of Paperwork.
Tempestas pressed her feet against the ceiling and pushed off, zooming right at Paperwork's paper wall. She flung her hands to the right, creating a massive gust that flung the paperwall out the door.
Paperwork struck Tempestas right in the face with her paper bat. Tempestas spun faceup and slammed into the ground with a crash. She skidded across the floor and came to rest with her butt pressed against the wall and her feet above her.
"Ouch."
Paperwork appeared above her, bat held above her head. Tempestas pulled a bout of air towards herself, knocking Paperwork in the back of the head, and sending the villain sprawling across Tempestas. Her head smacked Tempestas in the belly, knocking the wind out of the would-be superhero.
Tempestas grabbed the back of Paperwork's cowl and flung the villain off of her. She rolled onto her feet, and leapt up onto the desk with a gust of wind.
Paperwork pushed herself to her feet, and shook her head. She peered at Tempestas. "Who are you, and why are you running around in your underwear?"
"Just a civilian trying to do good. Saw you flying around and I just knew you were up to no good." Tempestas glanced down at her "outfit." "And besides, I'm not completely in my underwear. These shorts aren't underwear."
"Yeah they are." Paperwork's bat dissolved back into sheets and started to swirl around her.
"Please, have you ever heard of lycra underwear?"
"Have you ever heard of shorts that leave half your ass hanging out?"
"Have you been on a college campus lately?"
"Whatever. I don't have time for this." Paperwork flung her hands out. Her papers whipped towards Tempestas. "Time to make you pay the piper."
Tempestas reached out for the wind. She heard rustling behind her, and
to the right and left.
Shit, Paperwork was sending paper at her from every direction. No way she could funnel all of it at once.
[[Trigger the sprinklers->sprinklers]]
[[Surround yourself in a tornado->tornado]] "Halt foul villain." Tempestas burst the door open and stepped in. She put one hand on her hip, and pointed at the supervillain with the other. "Surrender now, and return what you stole."
The villain spun to face Tempestas. "Who dares challenge Paperwork?"
"Your mom dares," said Tempestas.
Paperwork cocked her head. "There's no way in hell you're my mom. My mother is sixty years old and overweight. You are neither of those things."
"It's a very slimming outfit."
"But you're not wearing anything."
"Your mom's not wearing anything."
Paperwork sighed in disgust. The papers swirling around her whipped at Tempestas. "Whatever. Shut up and go away."
Tempestas brought her hands together, and then flung them out behind her. A burst of wind ripped through the room and swirled around her, carrying the sheets of paper with it. "Sorry, but it'll take more than loose-leaf to stop Tempestas: Mistress of the Wind."
"Good to know." The manila folder containing Tempestas' forms flew into Paperwork's hand. She jumped into the air, spinning sheets around her into a giant paper airplane beneath her feet. She zoomed out the open window. "Let's see if you can keep up."
Tempestas bolted for the window, just in time to see Paperwork zoom up and over the next building over. Tempestas leapt out into the alleyway. A burst of wind carried her to the far wall. She half-climbed, half-leapt up the building, aided by well timed gusts of wind. She burst out onto the roof, and sped after the villain. Paperwork wove around a farm of air conditioning units, flinging small crumpled balls of paper behind her. Tempestas deflected the balls with little eddies of wind. She leapt over air conditioning units, rolling with each landing to maintain momentum.
Paperwork hung a ninety degree turn and sped out across the street. "Let's see you clear this one Tempestas!"
Tempestas charged for the edge of the roof. She planted her foot against the edge of the roof and leapt with all her strength. A great gust swept behind her and carried her up and across the street. She flung gusts at the paper airplane in front and beneath her, sending the fragile craft bucking and weaving. She landed on the far roof just behind the airplane, rolled, and came up sprinting after it.
Paperwork glanced over her shoulder and hissed. "Alright, time to finish you for good." She opened a pouch and began throwing small crumpled balls into the air. They folded themselves into origami spears and zoomed straight at Tempestas.
Tempestas ducked some, deflected others, and spiked a few into the ground with well-timed gusts. Paperwork glanced over her shoulder as she sailed over an alleyway. Tempestas leapt after her, and rolled across the roof and onto her feet just behind her.
A few more steps, and Tempestas would be able to grab the airplane.
"Desperate times." Paperwork threw her entire pouch into the air. Dozens of crumbled up balls flew into the air and wove together into a great paper sheet. Tempestas gathered her hands against her chest, and flung them outward like Ryu throwing a Hadouken. A concentrated battering ram of air struck the sheet and blew a giant hole in it. Tempestas leapt through the hole, and kept running.
Paperwork wasn't in front of her. She spotted Paperwork to her right, zooming towards the Generica News Building.
Tempestas pivoted and bolted after the villain. Paperwork had gained precious ground, and there was no way Tempestas was going to catch up to her before the woman entered the News Building.
A building with a printing press in the basement.
[[Take a *very* deep breath.->breath]]
[[Pick up speed.->speed]]
Tempestas flung a fist of air at the sprinkler system. The air fist shattered the glass tube in the sprinkler head. There was a beep, and the sprinkler activated.
"No!" cried Paperwork.
The drenched sheets plopped to the ground, those that didn't disintigrate immediately. Tempestas grinned. Paperwork turned to run, but a gust of wind slammed the door closed. Another swept Paperwork's feet out from under her, and she fell to her hands and knees.
Tempestas leapt off the desk and approached the kneeling villain. She created an eddy of air around them that deflected the water. "Now I think you mentioned something about someone paying the piper."
"Get away from me," said Paperwork. A few soaked sheets of paper rustled, but otherwise didn't move.
Tempestas kneeled next to Paperwork, and rolled the supervillainess on her face. She wedged the legless half of the villain's costume between the villain's pert cheeks, exposing the right buttock. Paperwork tried to roll away, but Tempestas easily held her down. Tempestas raised two fingers, and then flicked them. Paperwork shrieked as a switch made of air struck her right cheek, leaving a long red welt on the exposed buttock.
"Do you have any idea how much harder you're making a lot of people's
lives?" asked Tempestas. She flicked her fingers twice in rapid
succession.
Paperwork howled as two more welts raised up on her exposed cheek. "Every form you destroy, every memo you steal, is one that people are going to have to fill out again. Hours of hard, tedious, *boring* work down the drain." Tempestas flicked her fingers six times.
Paperwork bucked and kicked as the air switch left welts from the tops of her cheeks to the crease where buttock met thigh.
Tempestas flicked her fingers again. Paperwork's cry hit a whole new octave when the switch struck her thigh.
"You don't understand," said Paperwork, her voice edged with tears. "Paperwork is a bane. The tenth circle of hell. The single biggest obstacle to Mankind's greatness-ooww!"
"Oh hush. You're a vandal with delusions of grandeur, nothing more. Now let me show you what I do with vandals."
For the next five minutes, Paperwork's shrieks of pain echoed through the empty office building. Her right buttock and thigh became criss-crossed in bright red welts. Her hips bobbed and bucked, her feet kicked and her fists pounded the floor.
Tempestas hoisted Paperwork up onto her feet. "Now, let's get you back to the police office. I'm sure they've got a nice, cozy, paperless cell for you."
Tempestas retrieved the manila folder containing her forms. Unfortunately, the folder was quite ruined by the sprinkler system. She grimaced, and her buttock clenched.
Carefully holding the drenched forms in one hand, and keeping a firm grip on the back of Paperwork's costume in the other, she led Paperwork out of the building. She made sure to trigger the sprinkler system every time they walked past an office or cubicle farm. She couldn't help but wince at the damage she was doing, but there was nothing for it.
Once they reached the police office, she looked around for something to restrain the villain with. A sheet of paper encased her head.
"Mpph!" she cried, clutching at the paper.
Paperwork laughed. A palm struck the lower half of Tempestas' right buttock. "See ya later loser."
Tempestas ripped off the piece of paper, and looked around.
Paperwork was gone.
"Dammit." Tempestas looked down at the soaked manila folder gingerly tucked under her arm. At least she had her paperwork. What was left of it anyway.
Five minutes later, Bernice Chastain gingerly laid the soaked sheets out on her desk to dry. There were a few other forms intermixed with hers, both from the police office and from other places Paperwork had presumably raided. Why Paperwork was stealing this stuff instead of destroying it was a question Bernice really didn't have the energy to think about.
She glanced at her office clock. 9:30. She rubbed her eyes. No way she was going to be able to wait for the forms to dry and then finish them tonight. She gathered up her stuff and headed for the door. The chief wasn't going to be happy tomorrow. Bernice could practically hear his belt whistling towards her bare bottom. He'd probably let the catsuits watch, too.
Congratulations! You've found one of the endings for *Tempestas: Civilization's Shackles*. Not the greatest of endings though. Though not the worst either. Play again, and see if you can stop the bad guy *and* recover your paperwork without soaking it!
Tempestas whipped the air around her into a tornado. The paper flew around her. The sheets were so thick, she couldn't see anything past the flashing white rectangles.
Tempestas gathered the air around her tight against her body. With a cry, she flung the air out as hard as she could. The pulse of air smashed against the whirling papers and scattered them around the office.
The papers swirled into a paper airplane. A thick manila folder flew through the air and landed in Paperwork's outstretched hand.
"I'm done here. Have a nice life." Paperwork leapt on the airplane and zoomed out the door.
Tempestas leapt out the door after her. She sprinted after the villain, propelled by a gust of wind at her back. The burst out into a cubicle farm. Papers flew off of desks and flung themselves at Tempestas. Tempestas bounced along the cubicle walls, sending out eddies and gusts to deflect the bloodthirsty sheets of paper. She ducked and leapt over bricks of printer paper. A razor sharp receipt flicked across her hand, leaving a nasty papercut right on the fleshy part of her thumb.
"Ouch! Bitch!" cried Tempestas.
"Suck it Underella," said Paperwork.
Tempestas growled. She raised her hands, but then a printer paper brick sailed at her head. She ducked, the heavy block just barely missing her head.
Paperwork flew out of a window, laughing maniacally. "Nobody can defeat Paperwork! You will be buried in it! Buried!" Two walls of paper flung up around Tempestas and closed in on her.
Tempestas sprinted forward and leapt for the window, backed by a gust of wind. She burst out of the window just as the two paper walls slammed into each other.
Paperwork's paper airplane flew by underneath her.
[[Send the airplane into a tailspin with an eddy->tailspin]]
[[Land on the airplane->airplane]]
Tempestas spun her hands around in front of herself. Paperwork yelped as her paper airplane bucked and spun. Tempestas flung her hands out and down. The airplane tittled and soared right into the roof of a mom and pop's shop across the street. Paperwork flew off the plane and bounced across the roof.
A gust of wind sent Tempestas soaring in the same direction. She snagged the lip of the roof and flipped up onto it. She dashed for the manila folder and gathered it up. A few gusts of wind brought those sheets that had slipped free straight into her arms. Paperwork groaned, and sat up. Tempestas blasted the paper airplane away with a hurricane force wind.
Paperwork reached for a small pouch hanging at her belt, but a concentrated gust sent that flying off into the darkness.
"Aww shit," said Paperwork.
"Exactly." Tempestas loomed over the villain. She grabbed Paperwork's suit and yanked her to her feet. She bent Paperwork over and wrapped an arm around her waist. Tempestas pulled the woman tight against her hip.
Paperwork kicked and pounded her fist against Tempestas' calf. "Let go of me you barely clad harlot."
"Your mom's a barely clad harlot." Tempestas yanked the legless half of Paperwork's costume up between her cheeks, exposing the villain's right buttock. "And at least my outfit's symmetrical."
"Symmetrically slutty." Tempestas struck Paperwork's exposed buttock with her palm. A sharp crack rang through the night air.
Paperwork yelped and kicked a little. "Hey! That hurt!"
"You're damned right it did." Tempestas peppered Paperwork's bouncing right buttock. "You've made a lot of people's mornings downright miserable."
"You don't understand." Paperwork kicked and squirmed, but she couldn't break free of Tempestas' grip. "I'm trying to help--oww!--civilization. To help secretaries and cops and other people who--oww!--are bowed beneath mountains of--owwowowowow--paperwork."
"All you've done is destroy hours of hard work." Tempestas picked up the pace, making the villain kick frantically while her bottom wobbled and bounced beneath Tempestas' hand. "Who do you think is going to have to answer to their bosses when they come in, and their work is nowhere to be found?"
Paperwork growled. "I mostly left theirs alone. I went after the boss' let *them* explain what happened to it. Oww!"
"Bullshit." Tempestas bent over a little and whacked Paperwork's naked right thigh.
Paperwork squealed and kicked her leg. "Sure there were exceptions-oww-but I had good reasons." Paperwork's voice rose into a whine. "You just don't understand."
"I understand your'e a vandal with delusions of grandeur." Tempestas wove some air into a switch. "Let's see what we can do about that."
And so for the next ten minutes, Tempestas gave Paperwork a sound switching, focused solely on her exposed right buttcheek. Paperwork howled and bucked and kicked, before eventually sagging in Tempestas' arms and sobbing while the air switch criss-crossed her buttock with bright red welts.
Tempestas hoisted Paperwork up onto her shoulder, and tucked the manila folder under her arm. She returned to the police department.
She set Paperwork down, and looked around for something to tie Paperwork to. A sheet of paper flew out of the darkness and wrapped itself around Tempestas' face. Paperwork laughed and gave Tempestas' left cheek a sharp slap, right where it peeked out from under her shorts. "So long sucker. You won't be throwing me in any jail cells."
Tempestas ripped the sheet of paper off. Paperwork was nowhere to be seen.
"Dammit." Tempestas hefted the manila folder. At least she still had her forms. The night hadn't been a complete waste. An hour later, Bernice Chastain leaned back in her chair and sighed in exhausted satisfaction. Every form had been filled out. Despite chasing a supervillain all over town, she'd still managed to get everything done.
No belt for her tomorrow. Well, not for this at least. Bernice gathered her stuff up and headed for the door, whistling a little tune. Her mind filled with designs for a proper costume for Tempestas, Generica's newest, awesomest superheroine.
Congratulations! You got the best ending to Tempestas: Civilization's Shackles. Sure, Paperwork may have gotten away, but Tempestas was able to give her a sound switching first, she got her forms back, and she was even able to complete them.
Tempestas pushed herself against the office building with a gust. She planted both feet, and then pushed off with all her might. She focused the air around her into a narrow wind tunnel, rocketing her onto the paper airplane. Paperwork turned as she landed, just in time to get a sock to the jaw.
Paperwork stumbled backwards, and nearly fell off the plane. Tempestas ran forward to tackle her. And promptly faceplanted. She glanced down to see that the paper airplane had molded around her ankles.
Paperwork laughed and leapt onto a nearby roof. She clapped her hands together, and the paper airplane folded around Tempestas, wrapping her in a skintight cocoon.
Tempestas hit the roof and slid along it. She tried to slip a fingerswidth of air between her body and the paper, but the paper was molded perfectly to her body. She couldn't find even the smallest crack to wedge some air into.
"I wouldn't bother if I were you," said Paperwork. She approached the bound superheroine. "That paper's tighter than your skin."
"Are you calling me wrinkly?" Tempestas tried to smack Paperwork in the face with a club of air, but she was finding it hard to gather and aim without hand motions.
"Maybe." Paperwork crouched next to Tempestas. "You know, you've been quite the pain in my ass. I'm thinking it's time to return the favor."
Paperwork rolled Tempestas onto her face. The papers covering Tempestas' bottom slid away, exposing the tiny lycra shorts. Tempestas flicked her fingers, and sent a fingerswidth of wind sliding across her bottom. But even with the shifting papers, she couldn't find any gaps between her skin and the paper.
"You are tenacious, aren't you?" said Paperwork. She tapped what felt like a rolled up sheet of paper against Tempestas' lower cheeks. "You've been a naughty bitch. Let me show you how I deal with naughty bitches in my house."
The rolled up paper struck Tempestas' right cheek, making her eyes widen and her body jerk a little.
"Hurts doesn't it?" said Paperwork. "Turns out I can do a whole lot more with paper than make airplanes."
Paperwork struck Tempestas' left cheek. The rolled up paper felt like a wooden rod against struck Tempestas' firm, sensitive cheeks.
"Let me go asshole." Tempestas' hips bucked up and down, and wiggled from side to side as she tried to break free. "Or I'll--"
"Whine and cry like a schoolgirl?" Paperwork struck Tempestas' right cheek. "Sounds like fun."
Paperwork swatted Tempestas' bottom with hard, measured strokes. Each smack sent a shock through Tempestas' body. Her pert, firm bottom bounced with each stroke. It jiggled as her hips squirmed and bucked.
She squeezed her eyes shut and ground her teeth together, fighting the urge to cry out with each bum-bobbling smack.
"You're being way too stoic. This isn't any fun at all," said Paperwork, a pout in her voice.
"Sorry to dissapoint, bitch."
"Guess I'll just have to kick things up a notch." Paperwork straddled Tempestas' bound form and tugged her lycra shorts down to her thighs, fully exposing two creamy, firm, round buttocks left fully bare by a tiny thong. A bit of paper flowed off of Tempestas' back. "How about *two* rolled up papers?"
Paperwork started playing Tempestas' naked bottom like a drum, a rolled up paper in each hand.
Tempestas yelped and squirmed beneath the rapid-fire onslaught.
"Now that's more like it. Scream for me bitch. Let all the city hear what happens to meddling 'heroes.'"
"YOUR MOM'S--oww--a--oww--meddling--oww--hero!"
"That's what she said!"
A very, very long twenty minutes passed. Twenty minutes of Paperwork battering both of Tempestas' butt cheeks, the rolled up sheets of paper making her curvy cheeks bounce and bob and jiggle. Tempestas yelped and wiggled through the onslaught. She flexed desperately against her cocoon, but it refused to budge.
"Whew," said Paperwork. "That was quite the workout. But I need to go. Busy, busy busy."
All paper except a few bands around Tempestas' arms and waist and ankles slid off of the superheroine. Paperwork wove them into a paper airplane and zoomed off. "Spank ya later Tempy!"
"You can count on it," growled Tempestas. She squirmed and twisted and crunched. Eventually, the paper around her waist flexed. She rammed a rod of air between her body and the band and pushed out, snapping the paper in two.
A similar rod tore apart the sheets around her ankles.
She ran for the edge of the roof where Paperwork had disappeared, but the villain was long gone. Tempestas plopped down and put her head in her hands. She could already feel the chief's desk beneath her torso, her pants and panties around her ankles, and his belt lighting her naked butt on fire.
She could hear the horrific snap of that awful implement, and the inane tittering of the catsuits.
She stood, took a deep breath, wiped a few tears from her eyes, and ran for home. The only thing that could make this night any worse would be getting on Sydney's mom's badside.
Ouch! You just found the worst ending in the game. Not only did Paperwork get away with Bernice's precious forms, but she gave Bernice a sound spanking too! Fortunately, you, dear reader are gifted with magical time traveling powers. Perhaps you should go back to the beginning and try again! Or just sit and imagine the belting the chief is going to give our poor heroine tomorrow. Whichever makes you happy you sadistic bastard.
"Here's a little trick I learned on Kirby." Bernice skidded to a halt and took a very, very, *very* deep breath.
A massive vacuum opened up in front of her.
Paperwork hunched. Her plane wobbled, slowed to a halt, and then flew backwards towards Tempestas.
Tempestas waited until just before Paperwork slammed into her. She leapt above the villain and breathed *out*. A hurricane-force gale erupted from her mouth and drove Paperwork into the ground. Paperwork's airplane shattered into its original pieces of paper.
Paperwork groaned, but didn't move. Tempestas landed, and stumbled sideways. She put one hand on her head. "Oooh, dizzy."
Her stomach roiled. "And I'm gonna be *so* gassy."
"You can do that?" asked Paperwork.
"Apparently," said Tempestas. She sucked in long, slow breaths. "Whew. Wasn't expecting that kind of workout tonight."
"Why didn't you do that before? Save us a lot of trouble." Paperwork rolled onto her hands and knees.
"Wasn't sure it was gonna work," said Tempestas. She looked at the papers scattered across the roof. "To say nothing of all the paperwork that's probably lost forever now. But you've got other, bigger problems."
Tempestas loomed over Paperwork. The villainess looked over her shoulder at the superheroine and groaned.
"That's right. You've been a very bad girl, and it's time you learn what happens to bad girl's in my city." Tempestas kneeled on one knee, and yanked Paperwork across her thigh.
"I thought it belonged to Scarlet Moon," said Paperwork.
"Never." Tempestas wedgied the right cheek of Paperwork's costume (the side that didn't have a pant leg) up into her crack, exposing a pert, firm buttock. Tempestas hooked her left arm along Paperwork's lower back and around the woman's hip. She raised her hand and struck Paperwork's exposed right cheek. Paperwork tensed as the sharp crack echoed through the night air.
"Stings doesn't it?" said Tempestas.
"I've had worse."
"We'll see about that." Tempestas shaped the air just in front of her palm into a switch. She struck Paperwork's cheek, the switch striking and breaking apart just before her hand did.
Paperwork shrieked.
"Oh dear, did that hurt?"
"What did you do?" cried Paperwork. She reached back to shield her right cheek.
"Uh, huh naughty girl." Tempestas grabbed Paperwork's wrist and pinned against her right hip. "No protecting your bottom."
"What did you hit me with?"
"A switch made out of air, just before my palm struck your vandalizing ass."
"Bitch."
"Guess you need a few more swats with it." Tempestas peppered Paperwork's exposed cheek, reforming the switch before every swing and letting it shatter against Paperwork's cheek just before her palm struck it.
Paperwork squealed and bucked. Her bottom bobbed and bounced beneath the onslaught, handprints intermingling with switch welts.
It wasn't long before Paperwork started begging. "Stop it, stop it I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Stop it."
"No." Tempestas picked up the pace. "You've made a *lot* of people's mornings a lot more unpleasant. To say nothing of my night. I'm a busy superheroine. I don't have time to go chasing vandals with delusions of grandeur all over the city."
"I'll make you pay, for this I swear," said Paperwork. "Vengeance will be mine."
"That'd be a lot scarier if your voice wasn't choked with sobs." Tempestas started swatting Paperwork's thighs.
That *really* got the villain wailing. Twenty minutes later, Paperwork lay slumped over Tempestas' knee, her body wracked by deep sobs. Her right cheek was a bright, burning red from the tops of her cheeks to halfway down her thigh.
Tempestas rolled her shoulder. "Ok, I think that's enough. My shoulder's getting sore."
Tempestas rolled Paperwork off her knee, then went and gathered up what sheets of paper she could find that were scattered from the folder. She eyed it, and her heart sank. She couldn't be sure, but it sure looked and felt lighter than it was when the catsuits gave it to her.
"Alright, Paperwork time to take you--" Tempestas looked over her shoulder and stopped. "Dammit."
The roof was empty.
An hour later, Bernice sat at her desk at the police department, staring morosely down at the forms. She'd completed all the forms she had, but she was certain some were missing. One in particular had been a bitch, and she couldn't find it.
"The chief is not going to be happy." She could already feel his belt licking her naked ass cheeks. Probably let the catsuits watch too. She stood and gathered up her things. No point in staying out any later, or the ol' landlady would pepper her bottom too.
Congratulations I guess? You found one of the not-terrible endings. You managed to foil Paperwork, but she escaped, and you lost some of your forms. Maybe you should go back and try again?
Tempestas put her head down and picked up speed. She blasted her back with a gale force wind, almost too strong for her feet to keep up. She sailed across the alleyway, and landed on the Generic News roof just as Paperwork zoomed through window a few stories beneath her.
Tempestas swung down into the window just as Paperwork sped into the stairwell.
Tempestas leapt into the stairwell, and plummetted after Paperwork. She pulled a massive gust of wind towards her from below, while pushing a gust towards her from above. Paperwork's plane wobbled, and its descent started to slow. A few bits of paper flew off the plane and zoomed towards Tempestas.
Between Paperwork's paper-kinesis, and Tempestas' gale, the sheets were on her before she could react. She batted one aside, and blasted another with a wind gust, but a third wrapped around her head.
Tempestas yelped and clutched at the piece. The gales subsided while Tempestas struggled with the sheet. By the time she ripped it off, she was a merely ten feet from the bottom. A sudden, frantic gust from below slowed her some, and she grabbed a railing, yelping as her shoulder jerked with the sudden weight. A door at the bottom hung open. Tempestas swung herself onto the landing and ran through the door, massaging her shoulder as she went.
"Hellooo Tempy." Paperwork's voice echoed through the printing room. "Welcome to my domain."
"Give it up Paperwork. If you run, I'll catch you. If you hide, I'll find you," said Tempestas.
"Who said anything about running *or* hiding? I've got you right where I want you." The drums of paper began to spin, and great sheets of newsprint flew towards Tempestas. "I think it's time to go on the offensive."
Tempestas leapt into the air, and spun, creating a small tornado around herself. The great sheets flew around her, compressing, and pushing. Tempestas terminated the tornado, and pushed herself down to the floor. The great sheets crashed together above her, then coiled around and flowed towards her like a giant snake.
Tempestas ran. She pivoted around a pillar, and leapt up onto platform with now empty paper drums. The paper sheets split apart and arced towards her from left and right. Tempestas ducked one, and twisted above the second. She grabbed a railing and swung herself onto the stairs, then leapt up onto a catwalk. A giant sheet burst through the cat, shredding into a million pieces, but sending Tempestas flying. Tempestas twisted in midair, and flung a ram of air in front of her. The burst flung her backwards, and tore a hole a sheet flying towards her. Her foot caught on a railing and she landed hard on her back.
She rolled to her feet, a snake of paper slamming into the catwalk next to her.
"Oh dear, looks like somebody's drowning in paperwork." Paperwork laughed maniacally. "How will you ever keep up?"
"The same way I always do." Tempestas landed on the floor in the middle of the room. She glared up at the great reams of paper arcing towards her. "Throw a temper tantrum."
Tempestas started to spin. A breeze swirled around her. Then a gale. Then a tornado. Then a hurricane. An ear shattering roar ripped through the room. Reams of paper shredded into oblivion. Paper drums were torn from their machines and slammed into each other. Catwalks shrieked and twisted.
Tempestas spun and spun until every sheet of paper was torn into confetti. Then she gradually slowed, and peace descended onto the room. She took a deep breath, and looked around. Paperwork crouched at the far side of the room, surrounded in a heavily pockmarked cocoon of paper. Her costume was torn, and she was marred with bruises and a few cuts. The manila folder was nowhere to be seen.
She stared at Tempestas with wide eyes. She wove her cocoon into an airplane and leapt on it. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna run some more."
Paperwork zoomed out as fast as the airplane could take her. Tempestas chuckled, and fell to one knee.
She threw up.
She wiped her mouth with a shaking hand and pushed herself to her feet. She looked around at the obliterated press room. "Ok, so Final Ultimate Hurricane Attack should never be used again. Unless some conquering alien warlord is about to destroy the Earth. God, I hope I never have to stop a conquering alien warlord from destroying the Earth."
She wandered through the press room in a bit of a daze, and stumbled upon the manila folder, tucked safely away in the corner. She squealed in surprise and glee and picked it up.
"At least tonight wasn't a complete waste." She heard a door open somewhere in the room. Tempestas bolted for the door she came through, slipping into the stairwell just as she heard a horrified gasp and massive swearing.
A burst of adrenaline allowed her to propel herself up the stairwell with a burst of wind. Then she was on the roof and running for the police department as fast as her legs could carry her. Which wasn't very fast.
Twenty minutes later, Bernice Chastain sat at her desk, a form in front of her, and a pen hanging limply in one hand. Her head nodded, and she jerked up.
"Just need to stay awake a little longer," she muttered. She put her pen against the form. "Just a little..."
"Hey, Chastain, hey wake up," said Mary, giving Bernice's shoulder a shake.
Bernice jerked up. "Holy shit, what time is it? Did I fall asleep?"
"Two am, and yes you did," said Mary. "You should go home."
"But I gotta finish--" Bernice frowned. The pile in front of her seemed massively diminished. Only two sheets sat in front of her, and they were mostly filled out. The rest sat a little to the right, where she was putting the completed forms.
"Not really," said Mary. "Hadn't heard anything for a while, so I came by to check on you. Make sure you weren't like torturing Jeff or something. Found you asleep at your desk. It's been a slow night, except for some crazy shit at the Generica News, but that isn't my beat. So I figured I'd finish your forms. Just a few things I didn't know. So if you could tell me..."
Bernice answered Mary's questions in a bit of a daze, her exhausted brain not quite able to wrap itself around what just happened. "You...did my paperwork for me?"
Mary shrugged. "You had it mostly done and I felt sorry for you. You'd had a rough day."
"Yeah, very rough," said Bernice. "Enough supervillains to last a lifetime."
"I believe it." Mary filled out the last form and put it in the pile. Then she fixed the pile up a bit and put it back in the folder. She set it down on Bernice's desk, right in front of the dazed cop. "There. All done and ready for you to give to the Chief tomorrow morning. Don't worry about coming in before noon. I'll tell him you earned a morning off, and if he doesn't like it, he can suck it. Now, how about I give you a ride home in one of the squad cars."
"Uh, sure. Thanks Mary." Bernice smiled and gathered up her stuff. "I never expected..."
"Yeah, well..." Mary shrugged. "Guess I've got a soft spot for you. Almost as big as the chief's."
Bernice laughed. "There isn't a soft spot in that man's entire body. His gut's probably made of concrete."
"You'd be surprised." Mary pushed Bernice towards the door. "Now let's go."
Congratulations! You've found one of the best ending in Tempestas: Civilization's Shackles! Granted Tempestas totally obliterated the Generica News printing room, and Paperwork got away with an unmarked bum, but Bernice got all her paperwork back, and Mary was even willing to help her finish it. I'm sure the chief will be thrilled (well, satisfied) with her hard work.