The BOSS files	Part 2

	Sgt. Muldoon felt something tap his shoulder. He turned and 
looked but no one was there. "Right here!" There was a tiny man on 
his shoulder in a tight blue and grey uniform with padded jacket, 
boots, and gloves. His face was covered by a grey half-mask. Muldoon 
recognized him quickly from the briefing his department had received 
on BOSS agents. 
	"Microjack?" he said tentatively.
	"The one and only," the figure replied. He still stood casually 
on the police sergeant's shoulder. "What have we got, Chief?" 
	"Some crazy mutant called `Blackfang' has got an office full 
of women hostage. He isn't making demands, but he's threatening to 
kill them if we try to interfere." The sergeant was having a hard time 
talking to his shoulder so he turned back to regard the scene. "Your 
partner, Silver Arrow, got here a few minutes ago. She took up a 
sniper's position across the alley from him - but she wouldn't tell us 
what she had planned." 
	"Hmmmn," Microjack reflected for a few seconds. "I'd better 
go in and take a look."
	"I don't think that's a good idea." 
	"Don't worry, Chief. We'll call you if we need you." 
Microjack jumped off and started towards the building. Despite his 
size, he could still leap significant distances. In a few bounds he was 
past the police line and had entered the building almost completely 
unnoticed. He took the stairs up to the third floor and moved carefully 
down the hall toward the Buffalo Run Travel Agency. From what he 
remembered of this Blackfang's dossier he had a collection of were-
wolf like abilities. He stood erect, but covered in fur and with the head 
and feet of a wolf. His fingers and toes were tipped with wicked claws, 
and he could regenerate almost any injury in minutes. He was also 
determined to have a wolf's hearing and sense of smell. That made it a 
good possibility that even though he'd have a hard time seeing 
someone Microjack's current size - he may have no problem smelling 
him out. Luckily the windows in the office Blackfang had hostage 
were open a few inches, so the breeze blew out from under the door. 
He peered through the gap between the door and the floor and gaped at 
what he saw.
	The women were in various states of undress, and bound. 
They were draped across chairs and desks, or lay sprawled on the 
floor. Despite their state, most were quiet and at ease. The were-wolf 
had one woman, the manager it appeared, face down across a desk. 
Her top was ripped open leaving her breasts exposed and her skirt was 
hiked up around her waist. Her face showed a mixture of panic, 
humiliation, and a strange ecstasy as he humped her from behind. His 
hands gripped her hips tightly, and pulled her ass into him as he thrust 
again and again. He approached the nearest woman, lying on the floor, 
apparently exhausted. He approached her from behind and could see 
from the way her crotch had been hastily removed from her jeans, and 
the cum still oozing from between her swollen pussy lips, that she too 
had been raped. 
	This made no sense. Why would he hold all of these women, 
simply to rape them? From the state of them, he seemed to have cum 
in each of them too. Microjack was certainly no slouch, but a man 
cumming  6 times in just a couple hours? That wasn't human! Well, 
obviously Blackfang wasn't human - but he was definitely missing 
something here.
	Blackfang growled and tightened his stance, holding the 
woman tight to his crotch. The look on her face showed a strangely 
subdued ecstasy - like an addict taking a hit. Then she slumped to the 
desk, semiconscious at best as he withdrew with a satisfied look. His 
pink hairless penis stuck out on his body like a beacon. It was still 
hard. He looked around the office, as if he intended to rape them each 
again. His guard was down, it was Microjack's best chance.
	"Down, Rover!" He yelled and grew to full height with his 
fist pointed at Blackfang's jaw. "Take a cold shower or something!" 
The blow connected with the full force of his swing added to his 
expanding size. Blackfang was tossed back against the outside 
window, shattering it. The blow fazed him only a second though, 
before he turned on Microjack snarling. He leapt forward a swung 
with razor sharp claws at the area Microjack had been standing in. 
Luckily, Microjack managed to shrink his form down again and he 
stood at Blackfang's feet only 3 inches tall. 
Splatt! Splatt! Raw energy erupted from Microjack's hands 
and connected with the were-wolf's chest. Blackfang fell back singed 
and then lunged again. This time he connected, but with only the palm 
of his hand. Microjack was thrown to the wall and imbedded in the 
plaster - stunned. Blackfang advanced menacingly, looking rabid and 
a little hungry. 
Before Microjack could react, a dark form filled the window. 
Blackfang turned to regard it foolishly and Silver Arrow aimed and 
released a namesake at her target. The arrow sliced neatly through the 
were-wolf's still erect penis and pinned it to his leg. He howled in pain 
and Microjack reacted. He quickly grew to full size in the wall, his feet 
forward and aimed at Blackfang's  head. The blow struck and the 
were-wolf slumped down stunned against the far wall. 
Silver Arrow surveyed the scene around her in revulsion. 
"Just as I thought, you bastard." She quickly drew and let fly another 
arrow, this one had a wide forked tip. It struck between Blackfang's 
legs just beneath and to one side of the first arrow, neatly piercing his 
scrotum and severing his balls where they hung. A third arrow 
followed, this time she used her mutant ability. As she drew the bow 
she placed a charge of energy on the arrow. When it struck the energy 
charge was released, leaving the arrow itself unharmed - but causing a 
grenade-like explosion that ruptured the severed testicles and 
splattered their remains across the office. 
Microjack ducked behind a desk to avoid the pray, then 
turned to regard his companion. She was dressed in a silver and black 
tunic, with black tights, boots, and bracers. Her head was mostly 
covered by a black executioner-style hood, except for the area around 
her mouth and silver lips. She looked stern, as usual. All business.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"He can't regenerate wounds caused by silver - and there's no 
way a doctor can reattach those for him now." The were-wolf wined 
pathetically. He was hunched over, hands hovering around his burnt 
and mutilated privates, unwilling to touch them. He wouldn't be 
bothering anyone for awhile. She continued. "Werewolves don't 
actually reproduce their kind by biting a victim. That's a 
misconception. Lycanthropy is hereditary." She looked directly at 
Microjack. "He was trying to have a litter of  tiny wolf-people to pass 
things on to."
Microjack looked at the victims scattered around the office. 
"It looks like he succeeded." He untied the arms of the woman on the 
desk in front of him. She didn't move. All of the victims still lay used 
and exposed, looking enthralled. "Why are they acting like this?"
"The emissions have a soporific effect. The victim won't even 
remember being raped." She reached down into the bottom of her 
quiver and pulled out two 8 inch long dildos. They gleamed in the 
light of the open window. She handed one to Microjack, then walked 
around the desk and proceeded to push the other deep into the 
woman's exposed pussy. "Now let's hurry before the cops come up 
here."
Microjack was a little surprised, but found himself becoming 
quickly erect watching Silver Arrow push the dildo all the way into the 
woman and twist, then pull partway out and push in again at slightly 
different angles. The gooey white sperm seemed to evaporate at its 
touch. "Uh, what are you doing"
She looked up annoyed. "Werewolves are vulnerable to silver 
right?" He nodded, glancing at Blackfang still huddled in the corner. 
"There sperm is even more so. One touch from these silver dildos and 
their rendered harmless." Microjack looked at the dildo in his hand, 
another question was forming in his mind. Silver Arrow blushed 
slightly through her mask and turned back to her work. "They're for 
special occasions, OK? These girls need our help."
Microjack turned and went to work quickly on the next one. 
Within a few minutes they were satisfied that the sperm had been 
neutralized and Silver Arrow yelled for the police to come up. Silver 
Arrow returned her dildos to her quiver just as the victims began to 
stir.

"This is Channel 10 News' `Eye on the City', we're trying to 
get the latest from BOSS agent Microjack on the recent hostage 
situation."  The reporter turned and the camera panned to Microjack 
standing by an ambulance where the victims were being examined. 
"Microjack, what can you tell us."
"Well, there's not much to say. As soon as word got out that 
there was a parahuman involved in the situation, BOSS dispatched 
agent Silver Arrow and myself to the scene to aid police." He smiled 
slightly, trying to look casual. "I waited for an opportunity to catch the 
perpetrator off guard, and then signaled to my associate for 
assistance."
"And there you have it, Phil," the reporter said to an unseen 
anchor man back at the studio. "We'll have more on the condition of 
the suspect and his victims at a police press conference shortly."
"Microjack! Microjack!" A woman in her early 20's, 
apparently one of the victims, came from off around the rescue vehicle 
and embraced him. "I want to thank you for saving me! I'm yours! I'll 
do anything you want!" She was all over him, trying to kiss him - but 
he pushed her back gently.
"I'm sorry, miss. You've had a traumatic experience, you're 
not in control right now. I just did what needed to be done." He 
stepped back and with a wave to the camera shrunk down and leapt 
away. The cameras turned to the young woman, but several police 
officers moved in and escorted them away before they could talk to 
her. 
She had a quizzical look, and felt down between her breasts. 
A small crumb of some kind nestled in her cleavage began to grow and 
expanded to the size of a business card. She took it out and looked at 
the writing in one side. `I like to keep in close contact with my fans, 
away from the eyes of the public. If you'd like to meet me, I'll be at 
room 133 of the Super 6 Motel tonight after 8 PM. Ask at the front 
desk for the key.' It was signed `MJ'. She smiled.

He opened the door to the hotel room about 8:10 that evening. 
The sky was dark and this room faced the empty back area of the 
parking lot. No one would see him enter. He closed the door behind 
him and saw that the overhead lights were off, but a soft glow came 
from the small lamp beside the bed. He smiled. Someone was in the 
room.
As he came around the corner from the entry way he saw her, 
lying out on the bed. She wore a bustier and French-cut panties in a 
tapestry print. Her long blonde hair was splayed out across the pillow 
and her shoulders. She regarded him with dreamy, half-closed eyes. 
He moved in and sat on the bed, leaning over her and looking deep 
into her eyes. "We don't have a lot of time. My partner is expecting to 
go over some paperwork in a few hours." He kissed her once deeply, 
their tongues entwined. 
"Your partner?" she asked.
"She's all business." He slid back on the bed moved his head 
down in line with her crotch. 
"I don't know if." She trailed off. He had pulled aside the 
front of her panties, exposing her pussy. The lips were red and slightly 
swollen. She had been masturbating. His tongue slid neatly into the 
slit of her pussy, licking slowly up and down. Then centering his 
attention on the clitoris he began to manipulate it with his tongue 
using a slow circular motion. "I. I." She couldn't speak and 
groaned slightly and he began to increase the speed and pressure. 
He moved back a second and tugged on the straps of her 
panties. She raised her hips, allowing him to slip them off. Her pussy 
hair was neatly shaved and trimmed. He kissed her pubic area gently 
in appreciation before resuming. 
As he tongued her clit he began to probe with his index 
finger. She was warm and quite moist, so he followed with a second. 
He pushed gently in to the third knuckle and began to feel around, 
brushing lightly then massaging the inner walls.  Her breathing 
quickened, and in less than a minute she shuddered in orgasm. 
He pulled out his fingers and stood. As she looked up at him 
he seemed to disappear into his clothes, which then fell empty to the 
floor. Something jumped on the bed, and she soon realized that he was 
6 inches tall and standing naked between her legs. She was 
apprehensive, and shifted slightly on the bed, but said nothing. 
He moved forward until he stood directly in front of her 
pussy. He lifted one leg an rubbed his foot along the lips, lubricating 
it, then pushed gently in. It felt strange and she watched wide eyed in 
fascination as he did the same for his other leg. The walls of her pussy 
pushed in with sufficient force to keep him roughly centered, lying in 
her pussy like a dildo. Bracing himself with his arms against the sides 
of her pussy entrance he began to draw his legs back and then pushed 
forward into her pussy. He repeated this several times, and then began 
to separate his legs - rubbing his feet in various spots along the walls 
of her vagina.
He managed to find spots more sensitive than others, and 
began to rub one of those with one foot until he found what he was 
looking for. She arched her back and contracted her pussy - nearly 
expelling him. He rubbed the spot more gently. She reached between 
her legs and used two fingers, one placed on each of his shoulders, to 
help him stay in. He twisted his body to the side, back and forth, 
covering himself with her juices as he began to push again with his 
feet. The effect was incredible. Her head tilted back, and her pussy 
walls expanded and contracted in response. She had a hard time 
helping him to stay in. 
With his hands freed of the task of keeping him in he reached 
out with one and began to gently massage her clit with his entire palm. 
She rocked her hips and shuddered. She held him tightly inside as her 
muscles tensed and he continued his actions until she trembled 
violently and finally expelled him with a gush of juices. They lay on 
the bed together. She was damp with sweat, he with her orgasm. He 
brought himself to feet and walked back to her exposed pussy. He 
kneeled in front of it and began to grow.
"Ooh," she said as he reached the size of a child and pushed 
his tiny dick into her. "Ahh," she said as he reached the size of a small 
man. "Mmmm," signified his return to normal size. She wriggled 
slightly, impaled on his shaft. "I didn't think you could grow bigger 
too," she cooed. 
"I can't," he said. "This is just what I have to work with."
"It's plenty!"  She brought her legs up and he pulled them up 
so that they rested on his shoulders. He quickly worked into a steady 
rhythm pumping fast and deep. He kept this up for a minute, driving 
her wild, but it tired him out quickly. He pulled out in a smooth 
motion and nudged her to turn over. She laid down on her stomach 
and he mounted her from behind, driving his cock in quickly to the 
hilt and rubbing the back of her vagina with the tip. She was already 
sensitive from the probing he had given her with his feet and she 
quickly came again, tensing her muscles. Prompting him to hold his 
cock in all the way as she struggled against it.
He flipped over on his back. He had not yet spent his load - 
but the effort was already taking its toll. She pushed herself up on all 
fours and smiled up at him as she gently to his softening cock into her 
mouth. It was sweet with her own juices, and she sucked greedily on 
the large member. It quickly became erect again. She released it long 
enough to push his legs apart and lie down between them. Then, 
taking the base of his shaft with one hand she began to lick and suck 
gently on his scrotum. The heat from her pussy had caused it to sag, 
but with the stimulation of her tongue it pulled itself tighter. She 
worked her way up the flesh that joined it to his cock, and licked 
circles around the base of the shaft as she moved in her other hand to 
continue massaging his balls. He shifted his legs further apart, giving 
her clearer access. It felt magical.
She brought her lips together, kissing and sucking her way up 
the shaft of his cock until she reached the head again. Then, with one 
hand pumping gently at the base of the cock, and the other massaging 
his balls and crotch, she began to suck his cock in earnest. The friction 
of her lips and hands, and the pressure of her tongue finally brought 
him to an incredible climax. He arched his back, but she hung on 
relentlessly. Deep throating his cock, swallowing every drop of cum 
until he stopped spasming and lay back on the bed relieved.
She went to all fours again next to him on the bed and 
whispered, "there's a dildo in my bag under the bed." She smiled. 
"Finish me off!" He smiled back and sat up. This girl was amazing, 
after all this she still wanted more. If he could have managed he'd 
have just jumped on her again - but the day was taking its toll. He 
reached under the bed and pulled out a black sports bag. He opened it 
and rummaged around. There were clothes, toiletries, a paperback 
book, then he felt it. He pulled out a dildo, about 8 inches long. At first 
he thought it was covered in chrome, but he quickly realized that was 
not quite right.
"Silver?" He looked at her confused.
"Oops!" She blushed visibly and then buried her head in the 
pillow.
"You are!" He was aghast. He had no idea what to do. "Silver 
Arrow," he said. Then he got mad. "You told me you were celibate!"
She turned over and looked at him, a bit humiliated but 
smiling. "Not celibate really," she explained. "I just have a rule about 
developing relationships with coworkers."
"Relationships? What do you call this?"
"Nothing really!" she protested mildly, still smiling. "Just a 
one-night-stand. We didn't even have dinner."
"I ate, you ate. I think that constitutes a meal!" He looked 
indignant. She giggled despite herself. "Now that's another sound I 
hadn't heard you make before," he said. This caused her to giggle 
again.
"Listen," she said. "I'm sorry. The girl showed me the card 
you gave her and we decided to play a little trick on you."
"A little trick?" He looked incredulous.
"Well, I hadn't meant to have it go so far. But you wouldn't 
let me stop, and I was horny after seeing all those girls this afternoon." 
She trailed off looking up into his eyes. He had a queer look on his 
face. 
"How about we go out for some Chinese?" He went to the 
bathroom and fetched her a towel. "Maybe we should get to know each 
other a little better."
She smiled. "I think I might like that," she said, looking at 
him with a bit of something else.