Part 5: Victory
"Watch it, pretty-boy! You almost hit me with that one!"
"If you'd pay more attention to the battle, and less to Photon's crotch, maybe you'd have seen it coming!"
"Leave him alone! You're just pissed because he managed to one-up your ridiculous need to sleep with your team-mates!"
"This from the ice-queen? Had to get it on in the kitchen because the stove's the only thing that could defrost your cunt enough to let something in?"
"At least
she
doesn't jump anything male that happens to walk past her!"
"Fuck off! She can't help what the experiments did to her!"
Primacy couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he listened to the group fight. Before the night was finished, another city was going to fall away from the Paranormal Registration Association and into the hands of the Paranormal Alliance. Sure, the PRA would send another team in no time, but the damage would already be done. Primacy would use the brief interval to bribe or blackmail the right people in the city government that no team would ever be able to truly root out his influence.
A glance to his left made the grin grow even further. Memnos watch anxiously while the drones tore into her former team. As expected, the para had grown attached to the people she'd been sent to spy upon. If not for her unauthorized actions, she'd have been transferred months ago. Instead, Primacy had felt it fitting to let her stew in her own creation.
Her instructions had been explicit. Even if it did appear that her impromptu plan had worked flawlessly, she hadn't thought about the big picture. That was Primacy's department. While he had considered just such a ploy, he knew it would only work twice at most. If she tried it again, it might work a second time, but the association would be clear and Memnos would be useless to the PA as a spy.
As a result of her continued membership, she had grown to like the people she worked with. Further, Primacy suspected, she'd become enthralled with Electron. It was difficult for some people, women in particular, to separate sex from emotional entanglements. The pained expression she now wore seemed to bear the truth of that.
There was, however, something Primacy could do about that much, at least. While she didn't know much about the PA, the little she knew could cause a hassle. It would be better to remind her of her loyalties, not to mention break her of her newfound association of sex and emotions, sooner rather than later.
"Memnos. Come here."
Primacy didn't have to raise his voice in order to issue a command. Nor did he need any kind of paranormal ability to enhance his charisma or inspire obedience. He had years of practice as an ultimate authority figure.
The blond bowed her head as she turned away from the fight. She shuffled the few steps that lay between servant and master and kept her head dutifully bent with her hands folded in front of her. "Yes, master."
He had always found it a bit ironic that someone with as strong telepathy as she possessed would be so submissive. Of course, it might be because of her powers that she felt the need to be dominated. Perhaps the constant barrage of unshielded thoughts on her brain had built within her a need to focus on the will of one strong enough to focus her very thoughts.
In the end, it didn't really matter to Primacy
why
she was the way she was. He only cared that she was, and how that meant he could use her.
"Does it distress you to see your former team-mates torn apart?"
"No, master. It was my plan all along."
Primacy leveled an angry glare at the younger woman. He knew that the mask that he wore to break up his features and protect his identity did nothing to soften the intensity of such a gaze. The way she instantly quailed heartened him almost as much as her immediate retraction.
"Yes, master. It bothers me." Memnos admitted. "When I formulated the plan, I thought only to sow dissention in the team. It never occurred to me that such problems would cause their deaths."
"Precisely." He countered icily. "You did not think. It is for this reason that the team, your compatriots, must die. You are to leave the planning to your superiors and merely follow orders like an obedient little para. Is that understood?"
"Perfectly, master." Memnos replied with a quaver of fear and disappointment in her voice.
Primacy tempered his displeasure with a calculated bit of praise. "All is not lost, however. I will be able to not only salvage the situation but we shall gain from it."
"Yes, master. I'm very glad, master."
"Now," he continued, "you shall be allowed some small mixture of reward and punishment for what has transpired."
Memnos' eyes drifted up of their own accord, to watch her master through her lashes. He knew what she enjoyed and despised. He knew what made her most uncomfortable and what would humiliate her the most. If he planned to punish and reward her all at once, there was only one thing she could think of that might accomplish both.
"Kneel before me."
The blonde's eyes widened when she realized that she should have assumed such a posture from the beginning of their conversation. While she knew, now, that she should not suppose to perform an action without his command, this was something that should have been unspoken. She scurried into position and not only knelt, but bowed her body before him.
"Unzip my pants."
Primacy's attention no longer seemed to be on the woman immediately before him. His eyes tracked the sky and ground in front of him, over her lowly body, as he watched the battle unfold. He was acutely aware, however, of the sensation that buzzed through his loins when the zipper slowly opened.
A cool breeze drifted across his warm cock, unimpeded by anything underneath his pants. He could almost sense her urge to reach out and do
