Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-38232361-20190511172838/@comment-38232361-20190915082337

"What the- YOU?! OH YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE! AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT YOU GOT KICKED OUT OF THE KSSC LONG AGO!" Josefina roared into the mic before Smashmouth sung by Goofy started playing in the background.

(Decided to add something to make it a little more annoying for them)

Ashie slaps some small devices on me, Nikki and Dawn's naked bodies that quickly expand into skin-tight grey, black and copper Space suits with far too generous amounts of cleavage on the Hellhounds, ending almost a hands length below their belly buttons.

"Can't be naked now, the cops will get the wrong idea!"

I quickly turn around to grab the cable he mention, then slowly raise my hands in the air.

"Uh....Ro-erhem Noodle....."

Click click

About 18 gun barrels were pointed at us, and more were piling in to surround us. Nikki looks around at each of the police officers in full on combat gear, even a few in exosuits with high-caliber machineguns and heavy fusion cannons. She then noticed one soldier who was slightly shorter than her outlaw brother and dressed slightly sloppier than the other prestine soldiers. He was staring at her older sister's absurd, semi-exposed rack before getting bumped by the officer beside him and picking back up his dropped weapon, which still had the safety on and no mag.

''Pfft! Newbie!'' My wife and I thought in unison.

Just then a cop in one of the mechs propped up a tripod with a large, soccerball-like device on top that made everyone's heads feel kinda fuzzy.

Cerebral Dampener! she thought to herself, knowing that Robert wouldn't be able to hear her or use his psionics while it and three more were being propped up.

The crowd of guns parted for what looked like a fighter build Mucous Toad in dark grey cargo pants, tank top, black ball cap, aviators, and body armor to walk to the control panel and place down a device that covered and locked it up in yellow metal, almost like a parking boot, only with Gallifreyan symbols and writing all over it.

"NegaNoodler you and all of your passengers are under-"

She stopped and looked directly at me, tilting her sunglasses down to make sure she was actually seeing what was clearly infront of her. I avert my eyes from her, silently praying that she doesn't say anything or that she doesn't recognize me. Unfortunately, God and I obviously have never been on good terms, even now.

"Sergeant Reclaimer Scotland Richards! I'd recognize that tight, little ass of yours anywhere!" She says as she sauntered over to me before smacking and groping my right cheek. Small, cat-like claws popped in and out of the pads of her webbed fingers as she squeezed.

She smirks and giggles to herself as she bites her lower lip with her triangular teeth, and Nikki growls at her with even more burning hatred than when she was mad at her brother, black flames swirling around her and growing in size with every squeak I made as I got molested by my superior/ex.

"EEEP! H-H-Hey, Jojo.....long time no see-EEEEK!"

A couple of the soldiers start handcuffing everyone except me, Dawn and Noodle/Robert. Noodle was instead being shoved into a molded metal sarcophagus that would leave only his head exposed and free to move. Dawn, on the other hand, was being cuffed by the newby, who kept fumbling with them while trying and failing to not zone out and stare at her (insert cup size here) tits. A more senior mecha officer rolled his before taking the shackles away and slapping them around her wrists.