“Does it really have to be here?” Sammi looked around. She knew she wasn’t going to see someone up here on the top of a building, but she couldn’t get over the sensation that someone was watching her.

”Yes,” said the small voice in her head. ”This is the center of Infinity City. The symphony of everyone’s rhythm gathers here. You will have to submerge yourself in it first.”

“How will that help?” Sammi asked, laying out the blanket on the hard roof. She was nervous about what she would have to do here, but the feeling of soreness in her ass reminded her why she needed to control her power.

”We will finally be able to unite, and my powers will no longer be going to waste.”

Sammi sighed and laid down. She really didn’t want to be here. She had no idea how she was supposed to enjoy this. A bit angry, she wiggled around on her back until she was comfortable.

“This really isn’t fair, someone is going to see me,” Sammi said. She inched her hand down her stomach. She was still wearing the outfit that Dama had made for her. She still smelled like a ravished girl from her time with the receptionist and time in the closet.

”And right now, that will just excite you. Hope someone does see you. It will make this a lot easier for both of us,” the voice said. ”Now take deep breaths. Let the atmosphere of the city wash over you.”

Deep breaths. She had to take deep breaths as first. The air was surprisingly fresh for being the center of the city, and it filled her lungs with ice. Each exhale was greeted with a rolling ball of fog as it met the night air.

”Drift away. You’re up on a building, but you might as well be on a cloud. Sink away and listen.”

She let the outside world fade away into nothingness. She was floating in the air, nothing supporting her. A small sound, like that of a bass drum, thudded with a slow and gentle rhythm, but it occasionally sped up, almost to the point where she couldn’t follow it, before it slowed back down. She memorized it, placed it in her mind. It was the beat of her soul. The sound became something natural to her – it was her.

But there was an echo.

She couldn’t hear it at first, but after every one of the beats, there was this gracious echo leading into the next. It wasn’t a part of her, just something calling out to her.

”Do you finally hear me?” the voice asked.

Sammi nodded as her hands slipped between her crotch. Her fingers were moving on their own, not waiting for permission. They seemed foreign to her.

”And now you can feel me.”

Sammi’s fingers were no longer hers to control. They spread her pussy wide and dipped in, teasing her. She gasped, trying to blot the sudden pleasure out of her mind. She couldn’t escape, and the idea that she was fingering herself on a roof with just the night sky to cover her was getting her more excited.

”Do not resist.”

“But...” she couldn’t finish her statement. Her thumb found its way over her clit and teased her mercilessly.

”The thundering in the distance, listen to it.”

Sammi’s attention was focused on another beat with an echo. The first beat was strong and vivid while the second seemed sullen yet powerful. Her finger dipped further into her cunt, and her other hand came to life, sliding up her naval and into her dress. It slid under her bra and kneaded her roughly.

She tried to hide her moans, but the smell of all the sex and subjugation she experienced kept wafting into her nose, pushing her further. She couldn’t help but remember nuzzling Seamstress’s legs and feeling so weak and pathetic.

”Focus.”

Sammi pushed the experience with Seamstress out of her head and focused on the strange beat before her. A name floated through her mind, but she didn’t understand what it meant.

”Harbinger. She’s aware of you right now, even if she can’t name you.”

She was being watched? Sammi arched her back, pressing her ass hard against the roof as she pressed her tits into the air. Her hands slowly started to tug at her bra and g-string. She wanted to be naked and exposed for everyone to see.

”Her power, can you sense it?”

Sammi whined. She was more interested in kicking off her g-string and pulled her bra out from her dress.

“Strrroooong...” Sammi said as hot sweat met the cold night air.

”And the other beat – the woman.”

Sammi could sense her too. She wasn’t aware of Sammi. As Sammi’s finger pinched her nipples, a flash of red hair popped in front of her eyes.

“Horny. She’s horny.”

Maybe that was just Sammi’s state of mind, but she could feel the woman on the other side. Her libido was practically screaming to Sammi.

“And... oh, I feel as horny as her.” Sammi mewled as she pulled her fingers from her dripping pussy and traced it up her naval to play with her other breast. “What am I supposed to do with her?”

”I only know what you do. How you want to interact with her is up to you,” the voice said. “Now look, there.”

A lot of rhythms started ebbing at Sammi’s head. A warm feeling covered her from the tips of her toes and started rising. Her hands both worked their way between her legs. When she looked, she was glowing.

”The prison. Many super beings are there. There is a special one you should be able to notice.”

One of the rhythms skittered about, changing tempo and volume almost randomly. Sammi’s hands reacted to it. She was pressing into herself in random places. She whimpered and curled up.

“And Seamstress. You can feel her, can’t you?”

Sammi instantly remembered the feeling of the strap-on and the three hours she spent in the closet. She couldn’t get it out of her head. It made her shiver and soak herself. She moaned and thrashed about on the blanket.

She could feel Seamstress. She was somewhere in the outskirts of the city, hidden. No one would be able to find her unless they tried to. A name flashed through Sammi’s head.

”Madame Dama.”

The maker of her clothes? Sammi gasped. She had never played with herself like this. She could feel her dress being bathed in her sweat.

”And more. So many more. There are countless amounts out there, some very strong.”

Sammi curled her toes. She could feel them all. The entire city was restless with the beating of millions of people. She felt an undercurrent to them all, something binding them together, but before she had a chance to look at it, the voice in her head spoke up again.

”And someone closer. The girl who has been watching you since you started glowing.”

The beat in Sammi’s head roared as the world came into focus around her. She could feel someone with a very slow, almost sad beat plodding away. Whoever it was, they were excited and surprised, but also felt shame for watching.

Her arm moved on its own, she signaled for the person to come over.

A black girl in white spandex with purple lightning zigzagging down it stepped out from behind the top level door. She looked nervous, and Sammi could see her face was flushed. The crotch of her spandex was dripping. Had she been playing with herself?

”She’s lonely.”

“I know,” Sammi whispered. She kept wagging the girl over. Her eyes capturing the image. She was a super, she could already tell. A hero, a strong one at that.

“Y-You shouldn’t be doing this in public,” the woman said. “It’s illegal.”

“You look like you were enjoying it,” Sammi voice carried a hint of seduction. She returned to fingering herself, making a little gasp as her fingers reentered her pussy.

The woman walked toward Sammi. “That’s.... I won’t bust you as long as you tell me your name.” The woman smiled and waved her fingers. Her flush deepened. “That didn’t really come out as flirty as I hoped.” She stuck her tongue out.

“It’s Samba,” she said as her hand found its way back into her dress. She continued to finger herself in front of the woman, gasping and cooing, drawing the woman even closer. “And you, your name is Daze?”

The woman shivered. She couldn’t keep a steady face. She just wanted to pounce the girl haired woman and fuck her right there. “Yes. I’m a member of the SIU, and you’re an... unregistered super being.”

“Do you always play business while leaking?” Samba arched her back. She focused her eyes on Daze’s. The woman was rubbing her hips and panting. “Come and join me – you won’t be lonely then.”

“N-No. I’ve heard enough stories from Rebecca about what happens when you uhm....” Daze shook her head. She was standing over Samba and looking down at her now. She could smell Samba. The scent of sex was almost over powering. “I was just chasing some ninja when I stumbled on you. I-I think I watched enough – I should go.”

Samba frowned, but her frown broke as she gasped. She wasn’t able to stop herself now. Daze was watching her so close, and it was making her blood boil with desire. “Mmm, you can join me. You’ll only feel better afterward, I promise.”

Daze sank to her knees. She devoured Samba with her eyes. “I-I shouldn’t.”

“When is the last time you had sex?”

Daze looked into Samba’s eyes. She froze, bewitched by the deep green staring back at her. “Y-You don’t understand, I can’t.”

“The last time you felt the touch of a woman?”

The smell was making it worse. All Daze had to do was reach out and touch her. “I really can’t.... Please, stop?”

“The last time you had real company with you?”

Daze brushed her spandex and peeled it away from her skin, hearing the squelch of her juices. “I’ll fry you if I get too close.”

“Take off that outfit.”

“Listen to me! I can’t!”

“It will be alright. Trust me. Tear that outfit from your body.”

Daze whimpered. She reached up to her neckline, fingering the hem of her spandex. “Promise?”

“Yes.”

Daze scratched at the spandex, ripping into it and peeling it away. She revealed her dark body to the night sky. She tore her blue panties and bra away, throwing them to the side. Impatient, she left her boots on as she pounced Samba, kissing her lips.

Samba reached around the woman and pulled her closer. The contours of their bodies matched up as their kiss became sloppy. Daze broke the kiss and dived into her nape. She started nibbling and mewling, her heart beating faster.

“Yes, just like that. There is no need to be lonely,” Samba whispered into her ear. “Lose yourself in me.” She slid her hand between Daze’s thighs, and her fingers spread Daze’s pussy before entering. She wiggled them deeper inside, exploring the woman on top of her.

Daze trembled and curled up on top of Samba. She could hardly see through the green haze surrounding them, but she didn’t care. She was being completely enveloped in warm, gentle sensation. She could hear a beating in her head, melodic and smooth, constant. It became louder and louder as Samba pushed deeper into her cunt.

As soon as a thought of worry came up, Daze found it quelled by the beating in her head. She wrapped her lips over a part of Samba’s neck and started to suckle. Her hands laid uselessly on the roof of the building. “What’s going on...?” Daze managed to ask.

“We are getting closer,” Samba’s voice was loud and demanded Daze’s attention. She couldn’t escape from the girl, and all thoughts of escape were obliterated with each beat. She had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but the warmth of Samba’s body heat and the smell of sex placated her. A dopey grin appeared on her face as she pulled away from Samba’s neck, looking at the hickey she had made.

“And here we go,” Samba said.

Daze gasped. She could feel Samba rubbing up against somewhere deep in her pussy. Her fingers were wiggling inside her wet slit, and she was pouring juices out. She could barely contain herself at all. Her back straightened, and pushed herself to her knees. She couldn’t escape Samba’s fingers though, they were too deep. Their rubbing was driving her insane.

She could feel electricity compounding inside her, ready to unleash itself. She shook her head wildly, trying to keep it down. “N-No.... Stop it! Stop or I’ll hurt you!” Arcs of purple electricity leaped from the roof to Daze’s body.

“Just let go.”

Daze tried to hold it back. The electricity made her entire body tingle. Her moans pierced the night sky followed by the hum of electricity. She jammed her eyes shut as the humming grew louder. She could feel the heat on her skin as her excess body hairs were burned away. The hair on her head rose up.

“Don’t you feel much better now?”

Confused, Daze opened one eye and looked down. Purple electricity met green electricity, arcing and pushing itself away. Samba’s fingers continued to wiggle as she slowly made her way out.

“I do have gift for you, but I hope you don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow.”

Samba leaned up until her face was almost touching Daze’s. They stared into each others eyes. Samba parted her lips, little arcs of green electricity bouncing between them. She kissed Daze gentle.

Daze cried out again. Something had just pushed her over the edge. Her body locked up as her pussy gushed. She fell off of Samba and curled up into the fetal position, trying to ride out the bliss coursing through her. She couldn’t wrap her head around how a kiss had done that.

“From now on, you don’t have to be lonely,” Samba said. “Notice, no electricity that time.” She smiled and untangled herself from Daze. Slowly, she wrapped the blanket around Daze and gave her another kiss. “Go have a wild night – just for you and whoever you seduce.”

Samba stood up and calmly walked away. Her green glow obstinately following her as she opened the roof access door and disappeared inside.