Mad Modd

It was a bit strange really, trying to figure out just how it all worked. Strange, yet fun as all hell. Sasha was happy, she was happier than she’d ever been in her entire life as she walked silently though the crowds, no one ever thinking twice about the small girl who crossed their path, her identity concealed without being made conspicuous. This was literally the best thing ever, she couldn’t help but thinking as she bumped past people on the way, picking pockets and getting away with it had never been quite so much fun, her concealed identity protecting her even as she moved though the small crowd, causing people to lose track of her completely even as they realized the thefts were being perpetrated.

Even with the fresh disgusting taste of pussy splattered across her lips, Sasha was practically in heaven. The new power permitting her a freedom so vast that it could have only been contained by the slavery which had been imposed upon her in order to gain it in the first place, a Faustian bargain well made.

… ok so she was a bit of a nerd, her mother used to read the big difficult books to her as a kid... she was the only one in the whole miserable family who’d actually cared. And after the year that she’d been gone...

Happier thoughts Sasha, happier thoughts needed thinking, she sighed to herself as she forced her mind to switch topics. Happier things like the memory of her tongue lapping at the disgusting salty essence of her beloved mistress, orgasming at the smile which that act had bestowed upon her and then receiving in turn… of the first time she’d kissed her mistress in that other dirty place… the deep-seeded thrill of it overriding every bit of disgust which still curled in her stomach. Gah… she was really becoming a pervert.

Either way, she pulled her had down a little closer over her head then adjusted the shades which she now wore as part of her accessory set. A magnifying glass, a microscope, binoculars, telescope, as well as several other pairs of shades, and a set of protective goggles had all been sacrificed to what it was now. Each one of those items either for enhancing or protecting her vision, each one of them packed together into the ultimate system of sensory superiority. She’d tried just the binoculars at first, only to have the harsh reality of what kind of pain unprotected eyes looking directly into a light source could bring. The sacrificed shades and goggles had done the trick nicely, and the other variations on ‘looking out far’, and ‘viewing up close’ combined together to create a package which frankly was greater than the combination of the whole. Without straining her eyes at all, she could now literally see for miles, picking out the smallest of details as she did, the protection for her eyes she’d given it protecting her from even offensively bright light.

She could freaking pick out details from the noon time SUN!

Her powers were so frigging wicked.

Silently she continued to step though the streets, the muffling of all sound achieved though the sacrifice of pillows to her sneakers. Heh, ‘Sneak’ers… they certainly made her more sneaky now, no footfalls to betray her movements, and with the addition as well of a skate board, and an industrial grade spring she’d found herself able to run faster and even jump far higher than she’d ever been able to before.

This aided distinctly to her ability to make a rapid getaway after a successful pickpocketing attempt, being able to run like a frigging jackrabbit and Jump like a demented flea was all in all pretty awesome, though the shoes had taken a bit of time and effort to get used to. Hell she’d needed to add a crutch… to aid in walking, in order to keep them from springing all over the place and spraining her pelvis like her first attempt had caused.

That had been especially embarrassing to explain to the mistress before being put on the health-table in order to recuperate.

That too had gotten her thinking, setting to research items which were supposed to ‘promote healing’, and going on a frenzy of purchases all over town, of medicines and other things… and the temptation to cannibalize her mistress’s healing item machinery to see if she could use it as well… in order to grab various items which could in theory ‘promote healing’ as well. What she’d eventually come up with after a bit of asking around and studying, had been a combination of medicines which had been branded to promote healing, as well as bandaids, casts, and even foods all of which were said to promote healing in some manner or another, then carefully pulled that attribute over onto a bandage which she’d planned to keep on.

… about ten minutes later she revised that opinion… having watched literal mushrooms begin to sprout on the strip of cloth before diving into a bucket of boiling water. Antiseptics were the next sacrifice to place on the bandage, ensuring that the shoom incident wouldn’t happen… ever again.

Thinking about it later though, she’d decided to make another one, this time allowing the shrooms to grow, then tested them gingerly… apparently they too had gained the ‘Promotes Healing’ attribute, to an amount almost equal to the bandage itself. Their green colouring reminded her vaguely of a videogame she’d once played, an import from Aleph. Carefully she decided to seal it into a zip-lock bag then stuffed it into her pants pocket.

She’d imbued those with several large bags, to create space, and a filing cabinet scavenged from being thrown out by a local law firm. Between the holding space and the item organization she could put things in her pockets so long as they fit and easily find them back again by thinking about it as she reached in. Though the pockets had begun to get a bit heavy… so she went on to find some weight rests, and jacked them to add their ‘Holds heavy objects’ ability to her pants.

This worked out so phenomenally well that she’d decided to go to a construction site  and imbue a couple of steel beams into a bunch of fuzzy bracelets which she’d bought. The multicoloured things looked kinda cheesy to be completely honest, but in the end she couldn’t deny just how mighty they made her feel… each one allowing her to support an enormous amount of weight, though strangely they did nothing at all for the amount of strength which she could herself bring to bear. A little more thought into it got her to add in a pair of riding gloves, adding in some heavy protective variants meant to protect her fingers and some more discarded steel to make them harder, stealing the ‘heaviness’ from some concrete as well.

She’d been able to punch a hole in the wall without feeling a thing.

Her undershirt she’d worked on by stealing into a car to get the airbag, grabbing a cushion, a bike helmet, and a bunch of other safety equipment which she found laying about the place. Things meant to keep her from splattering herself across a wall cause she couldn’t handle what her new powers allowed her to do.

Finally she’d resolved to make herself some weapons.

The first of which was a large knife. She strengthened it up with the durability of another steel beam