A Ms. Americana Fanfic – By Comix_Fana

Special Agent Quentin Sullivan, Hoodoo Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau, Special

Agent Chris Townshend and Enyo are my OC’s. All of the other characters

mentioned in this story are the creation of Mr. X. Comments? Feedback? Drop

me a line at comix.fana@gmail.com

"Damn I hate wearing a suit…fucking tie feels like a noose…" Special Agent

Quentin Sullivan thought; loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of

his collar.

While he had plenty of leeway as an undercover agent, at least once a month, he

needed to report to the Delta City Field Office; where the dress code did not

quite allow the snake skin boots and leather jacket look.

my neck to do something about Warlock the Vegan Magician…" He thought; returning

his attention to his computer screen.

He had been given no explanation as far as why the Bureau was suddenly showing

so much interest in a She-Legion foe. A simple, "We need this individual dealt

with; full carte blanche" was the extent of his orders, which suited Sullivan

fine.

Warlock had moved to the top of his personal hit list, another villain who had

raised his ire for raping and humiliating Ms. Americana, as well as Got Girl and

Got Chick; if he could go after him with the Bureau’s full blessing; so much the

better.

heel." He reasoned, with a frown.

Warlock had gone into hiding for several months and had supposedly reappeared in

Brazil, though those reports could not be confirmed.

Hexanna try to get in touch with us…" He thought, mulling things over.

A commotion from the hallway got his attention.

"Aw bloody hell! Can’t you open a door without swinging it so hard?" Special

Agent Chris Townshend’s voice yelled.

Chuckling, Sullivan stood up and walked to his office door. Eyes bulging and

covered in coffee, Townshend angrily stared at the cleaning lady who simply

stared back at him in shock.

"Townshend? I thought you were on vacation?" Sullivan said.

"That bloody twit can’t open the door like a normal person!" Townshend replied,

shaking his head.

"I’m sorry Sir I didn’t realize there would be people in this early!" The

cleaning lady said, looking embarrassed.

"Do you know you sound like Benny Hill when you’re upset?" Sullivan said,

smirking.

Townshend gave Sullivan an annoyed look, then chuckled.

"The result of being the American-born son of English immigrants! All right

Ma’am, no foul, but please be careful in the future will you? That coffee was

meant for Agent Sullivan here, not my suit!" Townshend said, now smiling.

"I will Sir, please send me the cleaning bill." She said.

"Think nothing of it my dear…Sully do you have a minute?" Townshend said.

"By all means, please step inside!" Sullivan said, showing Townshend into his

office.

They sat down. Townshend gulped what was left of the coffee and tossed the paper

cup in Sullivan’s wastebasket.

"And here I thought that coffee was for me?" Sullivan said, grinning.

"Three quarters of it are currently on my suit, so I might as well drink the

damn thing! My Dry Cleaner’s going to be earning his keep mind you. " Townshend

said, casting a disgusted wince at his jacket.

"Better do it quick, coffee cream smells disgusting after it dries on clothes!

So what brings you in this forsaken office on your vacation?" Sullivan said.

"What brings me here…Sully, do you even realize what time it is?" Townshend

asked, eyebrows arched.

"Why it’s…ah fuck! 6am, Brenda’ll kill me!" Sullivan said, reaching for his

computer’s mouse.

"Don’t fret, she was more worried than angry. She called Dana, asking to speak

to me. Brenda said that a certain someone had his cell phone powered off and

his Office phone forwarded direct to voicemail…" Townshend said.

"You know the Bureau’s policy on personal calls!" Sullivan apologetically said,

closing the Warlock file.

He leaned forward and whispered so only Townshend could hear him.

"Unless it’s official She-Legion business that is…but then, I’d be dealing with

Ms. Americana, not Brenda Wade." He said, now shutting off his computer.

"Fully understood my friend. I strongly hinted at her that the Bureau’s been

breathing down your neck regarding a certain Sorcerer she might be familiar

with." Townshend said.

"Considering the hell that green trickster put the She-Legionnaires through, I

wouldn’t be surprised!" Sullivan said.

"Any progress? "Townshend asked.

"I’m still looking for Warlock’s weak point…big fat goose egg in that damn

file." Sullivan added.

"At any rate, your girlfriend wanted me to tell you to, quote – ‘haul your

muscular ass back to her secondary residence’…and that she and her friends were

ready and willing to lend you a hand." Townshend asked.

"No arguments here Chris old pal, I’m going to need all the help I can get…"

Sullivan said, standing up to stretch.

He walked towards the coat rack and grabbed his jacket.

"You see, this is where I could use the combined input of our friends Hexanna

and Réjeanne Boudreau…but it may be a while before they’re back from

Stonehenge." Sullivan said, locking up his office, with Townshend in tow.

"Perhaps one of the special mojo powders Ms. Boudreau gave you would do the

trick? And what about that special Tibetan amulet Brenda recently gave you to

keep you forever safe, perhaps it could protect you from his magic?" Townshend

offered.

They made it to the elevator and Sullivan pressed the button down.

"We’d only be speculating, and as you know, I hate to take chances." Sullivan

said, with a sigh.

"You don’t say?" Townshend said, teasingly.

"Oh I do say! Besides, stop making it sound like I’m tackling this on my own,

you’ve just been drafted my friend! And so has the She-Legion. What we need

now is a plan of action." Sullivan said, grinning.

"Always an honor and a privilege…Dana and I were getting a bit bored with the

lack of action anyway! But if I may, Quentin old pal, get some rest first.

Burning the candle at both ends can’t be good for you, mentally or physically."

Townshend said.

The elevator doors opened and they stepped in. Sullivan selected the parking

level.

"Normally, I’d serve you with one of my patented sarcastic remarks but you’re

right. Do me a favor though?" Sullivan said.

"Ask away." Townshend said.

"I was so focused on Warlock’s file that I never thought of researching various

types of magic and sorcery. Somewhere in the archives there must be something

about Vegan Magic…the more we know about it, the better prepared we’ll be."

Sullivan said.

"My technical skills and hacker savvy are needed I see. Sweet! I’ll call Dana

and let her know she’ll be working with me on this one…as Flag Girl! Good thing

Flag Girl has full security clearance!" Townshend said, smiling.

"Townshend my friend, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re more attracted

to Flag Girl than you are to Dana King!" Sullivan said, with a teasing smirk.

"Two sides of the same coin, one of them dressed in spandex, displaying every

gorgeous, womanly curve! Come on, are you telling me you don’t get a special

jolt when Brenda is dressed as Ms. Americana?" Townshend said.

The elevator chimed, indicating that they made it to the parking level.

"Oh the Ms. Americana bikini suit makes her look hot, make no mistake about

it…every perverted criminal in Delta City seems to agree! But I feel more

privileged to know that I’m the man she loves and that the woman behind the mask is

the love of my life. Catch up with you in seven or eight hours Chris, I need to

catch some z’s!" Sullivan said.

Townshend patted Sullivan on the back.

"Enjoy your rest and hurry up, your girlfriend misses you!" Townshend said.

Sullivan chuckled with a nod. He walked to his car, daydreaming.

me she didn’t sleep too well." He thought, climbing into his Lumina.

Americana and the She-Legion are at your full disposal my love!" Brenda Wade had

said, upon Sullivan’s return.

After a few cocktails and a long soak in the Jacuzzi, Sullivan was off for a

long snooze, spooning with Brenda Wade in her King sized bed. Too tired for

sex, they were content with sleeping in each other’s arms.

am I…" Brenda Wade thought, as she drifted to sleep.

Hours later, they woke up, Sullivan’s sleep boner pressed against her firm,

muscular ass.

"Hmm…feeling frisky Agent Sullivan?" She asked, smirking.

"Only if you are too Brenda…I was too tired to make love to you in the Jacuzzi

earlier, but damn did I ever feel like it!" Sullivan said.

Laughing, Brenda grabbed the duvet cover and pulled it down. She wiggled out of

Quentin’s embrace and assumed position on all fours, teasingly shaking her ass.

"And now, Agent Sullivan, are we revived enough to take this tempting offering?"

She said, teasingly.

"Don’t have to ask me twice!" He said, grabbing her panties by the waistband and

pulling them down; exposing her shapely ass.

"Wait, let’s do this right!" She said, sitting up, smiling.

She slipped out of the extra large blue T-shirt she used in bed – extra large to

accommodate her massive G-cup breasts – and tossed it to the floor. Her panties

were next to hit the carpeted floor as Quentin followed suite and removed his

briefs. Grinning, she bent over towards him, her fleshy breasts pressed against

his abdomen as she engulfed his throbbing cock in her mouth.

"Ohh baby yeah…I…gasp…I thought you wanted it doggy-style?" He said, reveling in

the sweet sensations that Brenda’s warm, wet mouth was giving him.

"I do, but I just feel like a quickie! So I’m gonna build you up with my

mouth…then I want you to fuck me doggy style and shoot your load on my ass and

back!" She said, with an excited grin.

She resumed her blowjob with vigor; reaping increasingly louder moans and groans

out of Quentin.

"I’d say you’re about ready now!" She said in a husky voice, resuming her doggy

position.

Quentin eagerly knelt behind her, grabbing her firmly by the waist. In a swift,

powerful thrust, his cock was deep in her hot, dripping wet pussy.

"AAAH! My Quentin’s horny! No teasingly slow penetration?" Brenda asked, as

Quentin’s surprise deep thrust had triggered an unexpected orgasm.

"You asked for a quickie didn’t you? Shall I go slow and gentle then?" Quentin

asked, grinding his pubis into her ass, driving his cock that extra bit deeper

into her pussy.

"No baby that’s fine, fuck me hard and fast Quentin FUCK ME! I want to feel

your hot sticky cum all over my ass!" Brenda said; her husky voice taking a

whiny quality that always drove Quentin wild.

Firmly grabbing her hips, he obliged; ramming, pistoning, fucking her like a man

possessed.

"OH YEAH! OH YEAAAAHHH! QUENTIIIINNN!" Brenda screamed, still in the afterglow of her first unexpected orgasm and feeling a new one budding deep within her.

"You like that, huh? You like my cock deep in your tight wet pussy baby?"

Sullivan grunted, enjoying every second.

"Oh yeah baby that’s good!" Brenda grunted, her hands clenching the bed sheet,

involuntarily pulling it off the mattress from the intensity of Quentin’s

thrusts.

Quentin pumped hard and fast, sweat coursing down his face. He slowed down, to

catch his breath.

"Oh no you don’t! Don’t delay orgasm baby, I’m about to cum again! Let it go!

I’m not in tantric mode today, just cum with me! I wanna feel your hot cum all

over me!" Brenda said in a hoarse voice, reaching between her legs with her

right hand to touch her clit and tickle Quentin’s balls.

"Oh baby…" He moaned.

"Yes!" she replied, breathless, sensations coursing through her body like a low

intensity electric current.

"Oh baby I’m so close…" He said, about to explode.

"Yes Quentin! Shoot it all over me!" She moaned loudly, as she hungrily squeezed

his thrusting cock with her pussy.

"Oh GOD that’s so good!" He blurted out, losing all control.

Brenda knew the effect that tightening her vaginal muscles on his cock had on

him, and that it could trigger the elusive orgasm at the drop of a hat.

He pulled out and shot his load, the first cum shot hitting Brenda’s hair, the

second splashing onto her muscular back; and the last few covering her shapely

ass.

"OOH!" Brenda yelped, feeling a combination of surprise from the power of

Quentin’s cum shots, and from the pleasure from her second orgasm.

Sullivan dropped on his back next to her, chuckling.

"I don’t know why…every time I cum for you I feel the need to let out this

satisfied laugh…" He said, smiling at her.

"Then I’ll take that as a compliment!" She said, kissing him.

"Okay…shower now?" He asked.

"Yep…and I need you to wash my hair! Your cum’s a bit too sticky to work as a

conditioner!" She said, getting out of bed.

He followed her, resisting the temptation of making a ‘There’s Something About

Mary’ reference, but giggling at the thought anyway. Brenda walked towards the

bedroom’s computerized intercom.

"Shower, 40 degrees Celsius." She said.

She looked at him and winked.

"Pre-running the shower gives it a chance to reach proper temperature." She

said.

Holding hands, they left the bedroom and made their way to the luxurious

bathroom. They entered it, and kissed again.

"Still holding hands…like we were in the Dark Dimension…don’t get me wrong, I

like it!" Sullivan said, lovingly smiling at her.

"So do I Quentin! Come baby, let’s shower!" She said, with a charming smile.

She opened the shower door and led him underneath the warm stream of water.

Using Brenda’s special shower gel, they lathered each other sensually, then

rinsed the soapy suds off their muscular bodies.

"Damn you look so hot with your body wet! All slick and sexy!" Quentin said,

with a lustful look.

"Now, now Agent Sullivan, we just had a quickie!" Brenda said, reaching for her

shampoo bottle and handing it to him.

"I know, it’s a testament to your irresistible Aphrodite sex-appeal, I can’t

seem to ever get enough of you!" Quentin said, pouring shampoo in the palm of

his left hand as she knelt before him.

"Why thank you, and I must say you’re quite the sexy hunk yourself! Now wash my

hair like a good boy and I might give little Sully a surprise!" Brenda said,

looking at Quentin’s resurrecting boner with a grin.

Quentin put the shampoo bottle back on the shower’s recessed shelf and proceeded

with lathering Brenda’s luxurious raven mane; feeling her breath teasing the

head of his cock.

"That’s right Quentin, don’t forget the scalp massage…" She said, sensuously

moving her lips closer to his glans but not touching it, enjoying the sensation

of Quentin’s strong hands washing her hair, massaging her scalp and gently

scratching it.

Quentin moved out of the showerhead’s way to allow the stream to rinse Brenda’s

hair. She wiped her eyes, snickering.

"Don’t forget Quentin, rinse and repeat…then I want some conditioner too!" She

said with a wide smile, grabbing his cock with a firm but gentle hand, stroking

it.

Breathing deeply and slowly, Quentin complied, grabbing the shampoo bottle and

squirting more shampoo in the palm of his left hand.

"Your hands are magic baby…nice and slow…I want to enjoy that velvet touch of

yours as long as possible…" He said, returning the shampoo bottle to the

recessed shelf.

He slowly rocked his hips back and forth as he lathered Brenda’s hair for the

second time, gently massaging her scalp.

"Don’t cum yet big boy…I’m getting horny again!" She said, looking at him

mischievously.

Once more, he moved out of the way of the showerhead, rinsing the suds out of

her hair, her hand never letting go of his cock. He reached for the bottle of

conditioner and squirted some in the palm of his left hand. He returned the

bottle to the recessed shelf and applied it in a smooth motion onto Brenda’s

hair.

"The instructions say to leave it on for about two minutes…" Quentin said.

"Let’s see if we can’t kill some time…" Brenda said, grinning.

She sensuously stuck out her tongue and gently liked his balls, shaft, flicked

her tongue on his glans, circled it, and then licked back down his shaft and

kissed his balls.

"Hmmm…Brenda…if you really want me in you, don’t over tease me like that…"

Quentin said, in a loud moan.

"Come on big boy, don’t tell me you can’t last a whole two minutes?" Brenda

said, teasing to take his cock in her mouth, sticking out her tongue, but

pulling her mouth away with a wicked grin.

"You tease…has it been two minutes yet?" Quentin asked, trembling.

"Not yet!" Brenda said, snickering, resuming her hand job with a firmer grip.

"Oh God that’s cruel!" Quentin blurted out, using every ounce of self-restraint

not to blow his load in her face.

"Come on, you’re tougher than that! We’ve gone through worse tantric sex

sessions than this!" She said, her lips pursed in a smug smile, slowly jerking

him off.

"And you need to fully recharge me after the quickie we had earlier…my balls are

gonna be mighty sore…" Quentin said.

"But it’ll be worth it, right?" Brenda asked.

"Oh, to coin your own expression, you bet your sweet titties!" Quentin said,

smiling.

Brenda laughed good-heartedly. She looked up at him, her Quentin, that

muscular, lovable hunk of a man who would do anything and everything to keep her

happy and satisfied; who would gladly give his own life to save hers.

All of a sudden, she was overtaken with lust. She wanted the throbbing cock

that she was holding in her hands back into her pussy, she wanted to cum again

and to make him feel as satisfied as she was.

"It’s been over two minutes baby, rinse my hair please…" She said, then taking

his cock in her mouth; swallowing it for good measure.

"Gasp…God Brenda don’t surprise me like that…nearly blew my load in your mouth!"

Quentin said, feeling weak in the knees.

Once again, he moved out of the way of the showerhead, rinsing the conditioner

out of her hair. She stood up; looking him in the eyes with a passionate look

that went through him like a sharp knife through soft butter.

She threw her arms around his neck and planted her lips onto his, her massive

G-cup breasts pressing against his chiseled muscular chest; her tongue parting

his lips, seeking his tongue and finding it.

As their tongues danced a sensuous tango, Quentin’s hands caressed her, from her

muscular shoulders to the small of her back, back up, then back down, all the

way to her firm, shapely buttocks. He gave her ass a hard squeeze that made her

moan as they still kissed.

Slowly but surely, he pinned her against one of the shower’s walls, moved his

hands back up to her shoulders, then moved them up front; giving her gigantic

breasts a firm, passionate squeeze.

"AH! That feels so good when you squeeze them!" Brenda exclaimed.

He followed up by burying his face between the fleshy mounds, then by pinching

her stiff nipples, then kissing them, licking them, and gently biting them.

"Oooohhh don’t stop…my pussy’s getting so wet…" Brenda said, in a hoarse,

moaning voice.

Quentin licked her cleavage and then knelt down, tracing a line with his tongue

from her breastbone down to her washboard abs, navel, pubis and finally her

pussy.

He reached around to grab her buttocks again, while she reached down with her

right hand, panting, spreading her pussy open for him. Slowly and sensuously, he

licked her clit, her labia and her vulva – tasting her love juice oozing from it

– then up and down.

"Yeah…YEAH…" Brenda shouted, breathing faster.

He looked at her and smiled, then inserted his right hand middle finger in her

tight, hot pussy, seeking her G-spot, flicking his tongue on her clit.

"Oooooooohhhh!" Brenda cooed with delight.

Quentin located her G-spot, then rubbed it, tapped it, exerted increasing

pressure onto it, released it, then started all over again, all the time

flicking his tongue on her clit; Brenda grabbing his wet hair with her left

hand, breathing increasingly faster, near the point of hyperventilation.

"Breathe baby, breathe…this is supposed to be pleasurable!" He said, worried

about her.

"I can take it Quentin don’t stop…you’re about to give me a squirter!" Brenda

said, panting.

Brenda did not get squirting orgasms very often, and he had the distinction of

being the only one capable of giving her such an orgasm. He planted his lips on

her clit, licking it harder and faster, massaging her G-spot firmly and

mercilessly.

"Oh…oh…OH…OH YEAH I’M CUMMMIIIIIIING!" Brenda screamed, as a warm flow of secretions sprayed Quentin in the face.

her cum in mine every once in a while is only fair." He thought.

She pulled him up gently by the hair and he stood up. She looked at him, panting

and gape-mouthed, wanting to say something but no words coming out of her mouth.

She shook her head, smiling, then kissed him vigorously; not caring that she

could taste her own female cum on his lips, their tongues resuming their lustful

dance.

"Hmmmwah!" She said loudly, ending the kiss, smiling.

"I said I was horny again…I wanted your cock in me but that G-spot orgasm kind

of left me wobbly-kneed…but I’m not leaving you blue-balled!" Brenda said,

grabbing his cock with her left hand, resuming her hand job as she knelt down.

The water stream from the shower rendering his cock slippery, she increased the

strength of her squeeze and pumped it at double speed, observing his reactions.

She wanted him to explode for her, feel his cum all over her tits.

He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of lust, passion, love, and

anticipation. The lustful look on Brenda’s face that seemed to say ‘do it, cum

all over me’ was bringing him ever so closer to his second orgasm of the hour.

She pressed her G-cuppers firmly into his crotch, making him gasp. She backed

away, cupped his balls with her left hand, jerked him off with her right, and

licked the pre-cum off the head of his cock.

"Ooh baby you’re gonna make me cum…" He grunted, bending at the knees.

"Do it baby, all over my big tits! Cum, cum, CUM for me; CUUUM!" Brenda said,

egging him on.

Unable to hold back any longer, Quentin thrust his hips forward, pushing his

cock into Brenda’s cleavage. She let go of his cock and balls and pushed her

breasts together, sandwiching his cock between her tits. Holding onto her

shoulders for balance, he fucked her tits and came hard; his cum filling the

cleft of Brenda’s massive G-cuppers.

Brenda looked at him lustfully as his hot cum dripped down from her cleavage and

onto her flat, six-pack abdomen. She saw the expression on Quentin’s face, so

similar to her own after her G-spot orgasm, and laughed. She stood up, throwing

her arms around him, smearing his cum on his chest and torso as they hugged and

kissed again.

"That was hot…way hot…" Brenda said as she rinsed the cum off Quentin’s body.

"Scorching hot I’d say…" Quentin said, as he rinsed the cum off Brenda’s body.

"Now let’s try to stay clean for more than ten minutes? Shower off." Brenda

said, smiling, turning off the computerized tap.

"I’ll try my best sexy girl!" Quentin replied, opening the shower door.

Brenda let out a surprised scream and Quentin let out a loud "HOLY…" as an

intruder stood there in the bathroom, waiting for them.

"Interesting…I made my physical appearance as appealing and non-threatening as

possible in order not to frighten you…and you visited the Dark Dimension showing

no fear…I do not understand your reaction of fear at my sight." The woman, who

stood before them said, looking genuinely puzzled.

She had chestnut hair down to her shoulder blades and was dressed like a

businesswoman: black jacket, white blouse, short black skirt, black stockings

and black pumps.

"Enyo?" Quentin said, recognizing the former goddess of war.

Enyo nodded, with a subtle smile on her lips.

"Not so much scared as surprised to find an intruder in my bathroom while my

lover and I are showering and getting intimate! Are there no boundaries in the

Dark Dimension?" Brenda asked, annoyed.

"I apologize for the impromptu visit, I have not been in the world of the flesh

for a long time, so I forget proper etiquette…and my beloved Master has urgent

news for you." Enyo said, looking amused.

"All right…I apologize for my outburst Enyo, do you mind if Quentin and I get

dressed before delivering your news?" Brenda said, handing a towel to Quentin

and wrapping herself into another.

"By all means, lead the way." Enyo replied; unaware that watching them getting

dressed would be another breach of boundaries.

Brenda sighed while Quentin rolled his eyes. Too tired to argue, Brenda opened

the bathroom door, making her way to the bedroom; followed by Quentin and Enyo.

"As you know, my Master has a very hard task keeping the gates of the Dark

Dimension secure and obtaining salvation for those of us who genuinely repent."

Enyo said.

"Yes, we remember that fact clearly." Quentin said, tossing his towel on top of

the bed and looking for his briefs on the floor.

"He was quite gracious in expressing his gratitude for our help…when in fact, we

were in the Dark Dimension to plead with him to release our friend Omega Woman."

Brenda said, the towel wrapped around her body falling off as she bent over to

pick up her T-shirt from the bedroom floor, her massive breasts hanging heavily.

"Regardless, whether it was by design or unwittingly, Quentin Sullivan was of

assistance to my Master when he rescued both you and your friend Got Gal from

the Nightmare Witch and two escapees from the Dark Dimension." Enyo said,

observing Brenda slipping on her T-shirt and Quentin slipping on his briefs.

Brenda and Quentin sat at the edge of the bed and she leaned on him, smiling,

reminiscing on how Quentin had once again rescued her alter ego. Quentin put an

arm around her, holding her close as she kissed him on the cheek. Enyo raised

her left eyebrow, seemingly puzzled by the open display of tenderness.

"You were also of assistance when both you, Brenda Wade and you, Quentin

Sullivan, came to the Dark Dimension to rescue your friend Omega Woman. And

when my Master decreed that you also needed to return with the Nightmare Witch,

you agreed." Enyo continued.

"You had rendered her harmless Enyo. The credit is all yours!" Quentin said,

smiling.

Enyo smiled charmingly.

"I was only doing my Master’s bidding…but I do appreciate your gratitude! And

now the reason for my visit: it has come to my beloved Master’s attention that

another challenge awaits you, one that may favor us in our bid for salvation

should you be successful." Enyo said, looking happy.

"News certainly travels fast!" Brenda said, smirking.

"More than you can fathom Brenda Wade…my Master believes that it would be

mutually beneficial to collaborate with you when demonic entities are involved.

Your friends Hexanna and Réjeanne Boudreau are good…but some of these entities

are clever, slippery." Enyo said.

"Wait…are you saying that Warlock the Vegan Magician is demonic?" Brenda asked,

with a curious frown.

"In a sense…before the Almighty asserted Himself as the one and only God, we

Olympians ruled this Earth. An Olympian named Alpheus, a river god, is of particular interest. Alpheus was madly in love with goddess Artemis. She rejected him, so he kidnapped her, hoping to force her to love him." Enyo said.

"Something tells me that didn’t end well." Quentin said.

"Indeed…overtaken by jealousy, Orion – Artemis’ true love – confronted Alpheus.

A struggle ensued and Orion was killed. While history will say that Orion was

accidentally struck by Artemis’ arrow as they were hunting, it was in fact

Alpheus’ lust for Artemis that was Orion’s undoing." Enyo said.

"Oh my…" Brenda said, resting a hand on Quentin’s muscular thigh.

"Stricken by grief, Artemis vowed that she would strike at Alpheus’ black heart

with one of her arrows. However, Hades, who was also attracted to her, thwarted

her efforts with a proposition. In exchange for one night of lustful passion, he

would see to it that Alpheus spends eternity in Tartarus…your Hell, or Dark

Dimension. Consumed by revenge, she agreed." Enyo continued.

"Alpheus was condemned to eternal damnation…" Quentin mumbled.

Enyo nodded.

"Then…fast forward a few centuries and monotheism took over the world. We

troublemakers who lived for death and bloody war were condemned to

Tartarus…renamed Hell. Every now and then, I would run into Alpheus as we

served our sentences. Then, a few centuries before my beloved Lucifer was

dubbed keeper of the Dark Dimension by the Almighty, Alpheus disappeared." Enyo

said.

"Escaped before the new Warden was elected so to speak." Brenda said.

Enyo smiled, looking at Brenda, then Quentin.

"Warlock the Vegan Magician is none other than Alpheus made flesh again. While

he would be content in letting you think that he is hails from the Vega system;

he is in fact of Olympian descent. His features may have changed, but his

lustful ways betray him, as Brenda’s alter ego can attest." Enyo said, looking

at Brenda.

"Indeed, and I confess wanting a bit of vindication myself." Brenda said.

"The Vega System…and those morons in the X-File division believed he was called

that because he ate vegetables! That file of Warlock is crap, I need to update

Townshend about this…" Quentin said, rolling his eyes, annoyed that his

colleagues could have made such an obvious assumption.

Enyo and Brenda chuckled.

"You must update him of this too: like Orion, Alpheus can be defeated and

killed. By dipping a blade – or any weapon- in the waters of the river Styx, an

Olympian can be wounded, defeated, even killed." Enyo said, her upper lip

curling up in a smirk hat made Quentin and Brenda feel uneasy.

"Correct me if I’m wrong, but the river Styx is one of the many portals to the

next dimensions, Heaven and Hell. Virtually impossible to reach in our physical

form." Quentin said.

Enyo smiled, nodding. Those two were definitely worthy of her Master’s trust.

"You are partially right Quentin Sullivan. It is indeed one of many such

portals, but it physically exists. Seek the Milos Catacombs. Past the

touristic attractions, you will find a natural cave that was walled off by the

Christian Monks…they believed it was the gateway to Hell and wanted a sanctified

wall to protect the mortal remains of their peers." Enyo said.

"A gateway to the spiritual world, both good and evil." Brenda said, with a look

of genuine amazement.

Enyo smiled again. She was truly attractive when she smiled, regardless of the

sharp canines.

"Past that wall is a natural grotto that extends a few kilometers long. At the

end of it is the river Styx. It has been abandoned since monotheism began, but

the waters still flow and are still powerful." Enyo said.

"This is certainly a major break, but I doubt the Greek authorities would look

very kindly on us vandalizing that touristic site…" Quentin said.

"Leave that to me! There are a few high-placed people in Greek bureaucracy who

owe Brenda Wade a few favors after she bailed them out so many times. We could

say for instance that the catacombs have a dangerous gas leak. I could have a

team of experts on site within the hour." Brenda said, smiling.

"I love the way you think baby!" Quentin said.

Enyo frowned; wondering why Quentin Sullivan was referring to a fully-grown

adult woman as a baby and why she was not offended by it.

"Why thank you Agent Sullivan! My ‘experts’ would knock that wall down in no

time flat, allowing us to access the river Styx, and then back out. The wall

would be rebuilt before anyone suspected anything was wrong." Brenda said.

"I have a hunch those experts are a bunch of spandex-clad women, am I right?

Sounds like a plan; let me call Townshend to keep him in the loop…" Quentin

said, grinning, reaching for his cell phone on the night table to the left of

the bed.

"And I’ll call my contacts in Greece…" Brenda said, reaching for her cell phone

on the night table to the right of the bed.

"By the way Enyo, thank…" Quentin said, only to realize Enyo had vanished form

thin air.

"God, I hope she doesn’t make it a habit of popping in and out like that without

notice…we appreciate the help Nick, but a bit of forewarning would be nice!"

Brenda said, before dialing out.

"I just wish she would have told us why the Bureau is so insistent that Warlock

– Alpheus – be stopped. There’s something the higher-ups in Washington aren’t

telling me and I don’t like it." Quentin said, dialing Townshend’s cell.

"Damn…" Townshend mumbled, his search yielding once again no results.

He stretched and then looked at his watch. Perhaps being drafted by Sullivan

hadn’t been such a big break after all. A gentle knock at the door got his

attention. He turned and smiled.

"Is this where you sign up for the latest She-Legion caper?" Flag Girl asked,

smirking.

He stood up and greeted her at the door. They quietly closed the door and

locked it, to assure their privacy. If Townshend were to be seen kissing Flag

Girl, it could jeopardize her secret identity as Dana King. Smiling, she slung

her arms around his neck and kissed him vigorously.

"Hello there my love!" Townshend said, as they broke their lip lock.

"My love…I so like the way that sounds coming out of your mouth!" She said,

smiling.

"Have a seat pretty lady, Sully just called, an anonymous source has recently

contacted them. As it turns out, Warlock the Vegan Magician is none other than

Greek God Alpheus reincarnated…very little info on Alpheus in the Bureau

archives, and only contradictory mythological dribble on the Internet."

Townshend said, turning his attention to his computer screen.

They sat down, Flag Girl moving her chair close to his to get a good view of the

computer screen.

"Alpheus was a benevolent god, I have a hard time believing that he would become

that twisted, perverted arch-criminal!" Flag Girl said, surprised.

"According to the anonymous source, history was re-written to hide the sordid

truth, perhaps by Warlock himself. Mad with unrequited love for goddess

Artemis, insanely jealous of her lover Orion and betrayed to Tartarus by

Hades…if I may formulate a hypothesis, I would say that Alpheus escaped Tartarus

to take out his sexual frustrations on the remaining goddesses; Aphrodite and

her daughters included." Townshend said with a shrug, looking back at her.

Flag Girl nodded thoughtfully.

"Indeed…Ms. Americana, Omega Woman and other She-Legionnaires are

Aphrodite-types. That hypothesis makes perfect sense, it would explain the

elaborate traps and rapes." She said.

Flag Girl leaned in closer and kissed him.

"Now I know why you were Sully’s go-to guy within the Bureau when he became our

Official Consultant! You’re as sharp as he is!" Flag Girl said, smiling

charmingly.

"That’s quite a compliment my love! As we speak, Ms. Americana is setting up a

mission to the Milos Catacombs in Greece. According to the source, one of the

caves leads to the fabled river Styx…" Townshend said.

"Makes sense…according to Mythology, the waters of the Styx can render mortal

weapons lethal to the Greek gods." Flag Girl said.

Townshend looked at her, smiling with admiration.

"You’re amazing! Quite the historian too!" Townshend said.

"Oh Agent Townshend, how you do carry on! All part of being a reporter sweetie!

Unlike other hacks, I like to study History and Archeology…I feel that where we

came from often points to where we’re heading. Agreed my pervert boss thinks

I’m nothing but a brainless blonde but…" Flag Girl said.

"Your boss had better watch his step or he’ll have to deal with me! Never piss

a Federal Agent off!" Townshend said, angrily standing up.

"Easy there, Chris! Your protectiveness is very sweet but he’s unimportant.

The only man whose opinion matters to me is you!" Flag Girl said, flashing him a

smile that rendered him speechless.

She also stood up and put her arms around him. He kissed her again, tenderly,

brushing his right hand fingers on her left cheek, down her neck and settling on

her left shoulder. She gave him a disappointed look, grabbed his right hand by

the wrist and moved it to the smooth fabric of her spandex bra top; right on her

firm left breast. Townshend looked at her, gape mouthed and blushing.

"What? You weren’t going to turn me on and leave me hanging were you?" Flag Girl

said, with a mischievous smirk.

"But…but Dana…we’re in my office…in a Federal building!" Townshend blurted out.

"Behind a locked door, window shutters closed…I can keep quiet, you?" Flag Girl

said, undoing his tie.

"I…sure I can…you’re a naughty little crime fighter aren’t you?" Townshend said,

as a grinning Flag Girl removed his tie and was getting busy unbuttoning his

shirt.

"Baby, you have no idea!" She said, as he reached behind her back to unclasp her

Stars bikini top.

He looked in awe at her firm C-cup breasts, her pink nipples already hard from

arousal.

"Like what you see Mister Christopher?" She asked, pushing out her chest.

He answered by bending over and gently holding her breasts, pushing them

together and kissing her nipples a few times, making her moan softly in

pleasure.

"I’ll take that as a yes!" She said, removing his shirt, exposing his lank but

muscular torso.

She leaned forward and returned the favor, kissing his nipples, making him gasp.

"God it tickles when you do that Dana…" He said, breathing fast.

"Sorry!" She coyly said, bending down to move her mouth to his abdomen and then

kissing it.

She knelt down, her hands busy unbuckling his belt and going for the clasp of

his pants. He wanted to reach down and pull her bikini bottom off, but Flag

Girl was too eager, too intent on removing his pants first. He toed off his

loafers to make the pants removal easier.

"That’s a good Secret Agent…" She said, snickering as she pulled his pants and

briefs down in one swift motion.

She looked at his boner with a satisfied smile, teasingly brushed her fingers on

his balls and shaft, then kissed the head of his cock. She grabbed his cock

with her right hand, cupped his balls with her left and licked the pre-cum from

the head of his cock.

well as she satisfies Sully…" She thought, observing Chris’ reactions.

After a minute or so, she stood up, dropped her Stripes bikini bottom to her

ankles and kicked it aside. Only dressed with her mask, white boots, blue

elbow-gloves and belt, she bent over on Townshend’s desk, suggestively flexing

her glutes, smirking.

Dressed only in his socks, a horny Chris Townshend stepped behind his beloved

girlfriend, also known as Flag Girl, grabbed her by the hips and slid his cock

in her pussy, which was dripping wet at that point.

She exhaled slowly as he slid into her, enjoying every sensation and using every

ounce of self-restraint not to grunt loudly. He slid his hands to her shoulders

and pulled her closer, increasing the depth of penetration and arching her back.

She bit her lip, letting out a quiet, high pitch hum.

"Is that sore?" He asked, concerned.

"No…fuck me…" She said, in a near whisper.

Dana King had come a long way, from the naïve She-Legionnaire who distrusted men

to the point of hatred, to the passionate, loving young woman she now was.

Thanks to the efforts of Brenda Wade and Quentin Sullivan, she now trusted men

and enjoyed sex. Moreover, she was now in a steady relationship with Special

Agent Christopher Townshend, whom she loved dearly.

Along the way, she had even indulged in a few threesomes, the first one with

Brenda and Sully, before she had met Chris. The second threesome occurred with

Chris and Lydia Bordon – Nightraven.

Townshend nodded and obliged, thrusting his hard cock into her tight pussy,

reveling in the sensation of her firm, muscular ass squeezing into his crotch

with every thrust.

"Huuhh…huuhh…huuhh…huuhh…" Flag Girl moaned quietly with every thrust.

He bent over and reached around her to grab her C cuppers.

"Yess…yess…squeeze ‘em like that, feels so good…" She moaned in a low voice.

"Mmmh…God I’m so close…are you?" He asked, on the verge of losing control but

wanting her to be satisfied too.

"Just about baby, pinch my nipples and let me touch my clit…keep fucking me

hard…"She said, trying to keep her voice down.

He complied, marveling on how hard and puffy her nipples felt as he pinched

them. She reached between her legs and rapidly rubbed her clit, pushing her

over the edge.

"Oh yeah…cum in me baby, I want it in me! Cum! Cuuum!" She said in a whiny

voice, her body shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh yeah baby I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" He said, thrusting hard

with every cum shot.

"Hmmmmmmmmmhhhhh!" She moaned, keeping her voice down the best she could as she

came with him.

He slipped out of her and hugged her, as she felt his cum drip down her inner

thighs. They kissed, tenderly.

"There’s a…box of tissues on the desk…here, let me clean you up!" He said,

catching his breath.

She sat down on the edge of his desk, smiling, spreading her legs open. He

pulled out a handful of tissues and cleaned the jizm off her inner thighs and

then wiped her shaved pussy, making her gasp.

"Easy there baby, I’m very sensitive post orgasm!" She said, smiling.

He bent over and kissed her pussy, making her yelp out of surprise.

"You jerk!" She said, giggling.

He tossed the cum-soaked tissues in his wastebasket and chuckled.

"So the cleaning lady will think I’m a chronic masturbator…oh well!" He said,

looking up at Flag Girl with a shrug.

Laughing, they got dressed.

Ms. Americana and Special Agent Sullivan, now dressed in his favored garb -snake

skin boots, jeans, T-shirt, leather jacket and Ray-Bans hooked to the collar of

his T-shirt, entered the boardroom. Already present were Omega Woman, Lady

Midnight, Got Gal and Got Chick, Nightraven, Jungle Babe, Wolf Woman and Azure

Angel.

"Ladies, thanks for being so punctual." Ms. Americana said, smiling as she took

her seat.

Sullivan sat next to her, noticing several empty chairs.

"When you said Sully’s next target was that Vegan menace Warlock, you can bet

we’ll answer the call!" Got Gal said.

"Amen to that!" Got Chick added, suppressing a shiver.

"We’re missing a few players I see…" Lady Midnight said.

"Indeed, Hexanna is attending a conference of sorts at Stonehenge, along with

our friend Réjeanne Boudreau. Flag Girl is assisting Agent Townshend with his

research…" Sullivan said.

"I bet…" Wolf Woman said, unable to resist making that wise-crack.

Ms. Americana shot her a dirty look but could not help snickering, as the other

She-Legionnaires also giggled. Sullivan looked at Wolf Woman in the eyes and

smirked.

"Joke all you like funny girl, based on the information provided to us by our

Dark Dimension contact, Townshend and Flag Girl came up with a theory regarding

Warlock’s motivations…and another one on how to stop him should plan A fail."

Sullivan said.

"Dark Dimension contact…what?" Got Gal said, frazzled.

Ms. Americana chuckled.

"Quentin jumped ahead a bit…let’s start from the point our visitor showed up

Quentin?" She said.

Sullivan smirked and nodded.

"While I’m still not clear on why the Bureau is so hell-bent…what a fitting

expression given the circumstances! Hell-bent on bringing down Warlock; let me

refresh your memories on the last caper Ms. Americana and myself went through a

few months ago." Sullivan said.

Omega Woman nodded.

"My rescue from the Dark Dimension." She said, quietly.

Sullivan smiled at her sympathetically.

"Indeed Omega Woman. Does the name Enyo ring a bell?" He asked.

Omega Woman sighed.

"Yes…fallen goddess of War, smitten with Lucifer and in a quest for redemption

and salvation. From what I understand, she attempted to erase my memories of

the Dark Dimension to protect me…and failed." She said.

"She was our visitor. She said that Lucifer feels that it would be mutually

beneficial to collaborate with us when we’re facing demonic entities." Ms.

Americana said.

"Demonic? Isn’t Warlock from the Vega system?" Lady Midnight asked.

"According to Enyo, Warlock is in fact a fallen Olympian, former river god

Alpheus." Ms. Americana said.

"For sakes of argument, we may postulate that the Olympian gods all came from

the Vega system centuries ago. Gifted with longer life spans and technology

light years ahead of our own. To ancient Greeks, they must have looked like

gods." Sullivan added.

"The Star Trek explanation…the scary part is that it makes sense." Lady Midnight

said.

"Alpheus loved goddess Artemis, who rejected him for her true love Orion.

Driven by jealousy, Alpheus murdered Orion. Consumed by revenge, Artemis made a

pact with Hades who would then betray Alpheus to Tartarus. A few centuries

before Lucifer was chosen as the keeper of the Dark Dimension, Alpheus escaped

Tartarus…well, it’s the abbreviated version but you get the idea." Sullivan

said.

"If we accept that explanation, what are Warlock’s motivations for all the

sexual assaults? You said that Townshend and Flag Girl had a few theories?"

Jungle Babe asked, with a curious frown.

"Revenge, plain and simple. Artemis had rejected him, and his own kin had

betrayed him to eternal damnation. If he could not share the bed of his beloved

Artemis, he would force himself upon all goddesses…including Aphrodite and her

descendants." Ms. Americana said.

"Namely myself, Ms. Americana, Got Gal and Wolf Woman to name a few…but why are

there no historical records of this?" Omega Woman asked.

"History can be rewritten, especially when you have magical powers to cover your

tracks." Got Gal said.

"Excellent point Got Gal, a conclusion shared by Townshend and Flag Girl."

Sullivan said, with a smile.

"You said something about a plan B? Heck you didn’t even mention plan A yet?"

Azure Angel asked, puzzled.

"Phase 1 of plan A involves a ‘team of specialists’ investigating the Milos

Catacombs in Greece, in fact we’re supposed to determine the members of that

very team today…didn’t you say there is a She-Legion collaborator who should be

of great help?" Sullivan said, turning his attention to Ms. Americana.

"Yes, she should be here any minute now." Ms. Americana said.

"You rang?" A feminine voice with a charming English accent asked.

All eyes turned to the boardroom door, where one Sara Kraft stood, smirking.

Jungle Babe stood up and greeted her at the door.

"Sara, so nice to see you again, how have you been?" She asked, opening her

arms.

Smiling, they hugged and kissed each other on the cheek.

"Oh, busy getting into trouble as usual…but what’s this? A man, sitting here

within the hallowed walls of the She-Legion Headquarters? Have pigs grown wings?

I… Sully?" Sara said, her smirk turning into an expression of happy surprise.

She released her hug and took a few steps towards Sullivan.

"I didn’t realize you and Sara knew each other Quentin? Err…Sara, what gives?"

Ms. Americana said, as Sara Kraft grabbed Sullivan by the lapels of his leather

jacket and planted a kiss on his lips.

She broke their lip-lock, as Sullivan looked at her in genuine shock.

"What, can’t old friends kiss?" Sara asked, grinning smugly as she let go of

Sullivan’s jacket.

She walked to an empty seat and sat down, adjusting her glasses.

"I’d say you were more than just friends with that kind of kiss…"Ms. Americana

said, looking miffed.

"Why, what’s the problem? Oh my, Ms. Americana…I didn’t realize, are you and

Sully…" Sara said, noticing the expression on Ms. Americana’s face.

"In a romantic relationship, yes Sara…same old Sara, always leaping in without

looking first!" Jungle Babe said, rolling her eyes as she returned to her seat.

"I…I’m so embarrassed now…Sully and I became well acquainted some ten years

ago…it’s the story of a charming young FBI agent who saved this damsel in

distress, who had become unwittingly entangled in a drug-smuggling operation as

she explored old Navajo burial grounds…" Sara said, blushing.

Ms. Americana snickered.

"No worries…those events happened long before Quentin and I rekindled our flame,

and I know how he can charm the panties off our bodies as he rescues our hot

tushies! It’s all Good Sara!" Ms. Americana said.

"Well, having experienced first hand his particular brand of charm, I can say I

envy you Ms. Americana…bagging him for good!" Sara said.

Ms Americana smiled and reached for Sullivan’s right hand with her left, giving

it an affectionate squeeze.

"I’m certainly not complaining!" Ms. Americana said, letting go of Sullivan’s

hand to pat him on the lap.

Sullivan nervously cleared his throat.

"All right, now let’s focus on the business at hand, shall we?" Sullivan said.

"Spoil sport!" Sara replied, enjoying the uncomfortable look on his face.

"No he’s right Sara, we need to be prepared for this one." Jungle Babe said,

frowning.

"Thank you. Phase one of ‘plan A’, involves the Milos Catacombs, I trust that

you are familiar with its layout Sara?" Sullivan asked.

"Indeed, but what use would old skeletons of dead Monks be?" Sara asked.

"A wall was built to block off a natural cave that the Monks believed to be the

gateway to Hell." Sullivan said.

"I’ve seen that wall first hand and heard rumors about its origins, yes, but I

had dismissed them as superstition." Sara said, intrigued.

"Deep within that cave is the path to the fabled river Styx. The water from

that river is the edge we need to defeat Warlock the Vegan Magician." Sullivan

said.

Sara Kraft’s expression went from one of amusement to one of amazement.

"If the legends are true, any mortal weapon dipped in the river Styx becomes

lethal to Greek deities…but what’s the link with Warlock?" She asked.

"Warlock is the reincarnation of river God Alpheus…long story short, he swore

revenge against all Greek goddesses, including their descendants, after being

betrayed to Tartarus." Omega Woman said.

Ms. Americana and Sullivan looked at Omega Woman and smiled.

"So phase one of plan A, find that wall, drill through it, make our way to the

river Styx and bring back as much water as possible. Then repair the wall to

appease the Greek authorities." Sullivan offered.

"I have obtained the relevant work permits from my contact within the Greek

Government. As long as we repair the wall like new, all is fine." Ms. Americana

said.

Sara chuckled.

"You’ve been bamboozled! As far as I remember, that wall was already crumbling

and full of holes! They’re getting a new wall for free!" She said.

"All the better, no one will be the wiser, they get a free wall and we get water

from the Styx." Ms. Americana said.

"That’s a fair point…" Sara said, nodding.

"You said you were going to select the members of the team?" Azure Angel said.

Sullivan nodded.

"Okay, so here are my recommendations for the retrieval and reconstruction team

– Sara Kraft for her expertise, Omega Woman, Got Gal and Wolf Woman for their

physical strength. You said you also have a construction team on standby Ms.

Americana?" Sullivan asked.

"I agree with your selection. That team has the physical strength to carry

several barrels of water while Sara has the knowledge to guide them to

destination and back. And yes, a construction team is on standby until our

mission is complete." Ms. Americana said.

"I do not anticipate that we need more than one or two barrels, but with Warlock

I’d say ten barrels wouldn’t be too much." Quentin said.

"A sound precaution." Got Gal said.

"A nondescript Cargo plane and truck, courtesy of Wade Enterprises, are also on

standby for the barrels. I’ll give you the construction team’s coordinates so

you can contact them once the barrels are loaded in the truck. Got Gal you’re in

charge of the team. Any objections?" Ms. Americana asked.

"None from me." Omega Woman said.

"I’m cool with her leading." Wolf Woman said.

"Personally I’m a bit disappointed…you would think that I would have been put in

charge since I know the terrain better…" Sara Kraft said looking down at the

table.

"Sara, don’t start…" Jungle Babe said, rolling her eyes again.

"Start what? Ms. Americana asked if we had any objections, I’m responding. That

being said, I’m fully aware of the gravity of the situation and realize that

this isn’t about my personal feelings. Got Gal is very capable, I’m also cool

with her leading." Sara said, looking up, smiling.

"Very well then, the She-Legion Chopper is ready; it will take you to the cargo

plane. Time of is the essence my friends. Return with the barrels to

headquarters ASAP." Ms. Americana said.

Sara Kraft, Got Gal, Omega Woman and Wolf Woman stood up and made their way out

of the boardroom. Sullivan’s cell phone rang.

"Yes, oh hi Townshend, any news?" Sullivan said, taking the call.

He smiled from ear to ear.

"That’s a major break! And your source is solid? That’s awesome! Buzz us as

soon as Flag Girl and you receive confirmation! Ciao for now!" Sullivan said.

"Lady Midnight, when does the relief shift begin?" Sullivan asked.

"In twenty minutes, with Green Specter, Specter Girl and Texas Star; why do you

ask?" Lady Midnight said.

"I just needed to make sure someone will be here to mind the fort while we go

shopping…see you all at the elevators in civilian garb; we’re taking a trip to

the Delta Mall for professional strength Super Soakers!" Sullivan said,

grinning.

Lady Midnight, Got Chick, Nightraven, Jungle Babe and Azure Angel looked at him

as if he had lost his mind. Ms. Americana chuckled.

"Styx water-filled Super Soakers, I love it Quentin! What’s the major break?"

Ms. Americana asked.

"Warlock has been officially spotted near the favelas north of Rio. Reports of

slime creatures in the local rag sheets and giant insects terrorizing the locals

and then disappearing out of thin air, discrediting the victims’ credibility.

Also…Flag Girl found a key individual that could tip the balance in our favor

should all else fail." Sullivan said.

"All right ladies, right this way. The floor isn’t very even, so mind your

footing." Sara Kraft said, leading the way.

Got Gal, Wolf Woman and Omega Woman followed quietly. The team members each

wore a fanny pack containing flashlights and other useful gadgets.

"Speaking as a News reporter, I have to admit the historical value of this place

is amazing; I can see why the local authorities want it preserved." Got Gal

said.

"Then why allow it to become this run-down and wait for the good graces of

Brenda Wade to repair the grotto’s wall?" Sara said, smirking.

Wolf Woman sighed and shook her head.

"Sara, I like you but some of the crap you say pisses me off. What rock have

you been living under? Ever heard of the economic crisis? Particularly here in

Greece?" Wolf Woman said, dryly.

"Gee Ms. Grapplerette, PMS much? Who pissed in your cereal this morning?" Sara

said, defensively.

"Why you snooty, condescending bitch! I oughta…" Wolf Woman hissed.

"All right, enough you two. Let’s focus on the job at hand; this is about

defeating Warlock, not bickering amongst ourselves." Got Gal said.

"You…are quite right. My apologies Wolf Woman, my comments were out of line."

Sara said, as she led them to the following corridor.

"I apologize too…maybe I am PMS-ing…it’s just that the gravity of the situation

is making me shorter-tempered than usual." Wolf Woman said.

"Water under the bridge my friend…time for the flashlights, this next corridor

is rather dark." Sara said.

Nun!" Omega thought privately, suppressing a chuckle.

They pulled out their flashlights and switched them on. A few minutes later,

they reached the wall. Indeed, it was already crumbling, a fetid breeze coming

through the holes, a rat sitting atop one of the fallen clay bricks, nibbling on

what seemed to be a piece of stale bread, likely discarded by a tourist. It

scampered away as the She-Legion team drew nearer.

"Ugh…filthy animal…and that smell…"Omega Woman said.

"It comes with the territory Omega Woman, call it a job hazard. The cave seems

to be sound but I wish we could make sure we don’t get a cave-in once we tear

down the remains of that wall…the holes certainly aren’t big enough to allow us

in with the dollies and barrels." Sara said.

"Allow me…" Got Gal said, holding the Emerald of Got with her left hand and

touching the wall with her right as she concentrated.

Satisfied, she nodded.

"The entrance to that cave is solid, ditto with the natural tunnels leading to

the Styx. No booby-traps detected, getting the dollies down there might take a

bit of extra effort, but nothing we can’t handle." Got Gal said, smiling.

"All right then, let’s get busy!" Wolf Woman said, switching off her flashlight

and returning it to her fanny pack.

She grabbed a loose piece of ancient brick with both hands and removed it with

ease, putting it down at a safe distance from the grotto’s entrance. Got Gal

and Omega Woman followed suite, clearing the grotto’s entrance with ease and

increasing the pile of discarded rubble while Sara Kraft provided them light

from her powerful flashlight. Within ten minutes they were done.

"I should be used to it by now, but you fine young ladies amaze me!" Sara said,

smiling.

"Okay, let’s grab the dollies and barrels and get cracking. Ms. Americana,

Got-Chick and I have a serious bone to pick with Warlock and I’d like to be part

of ‘phase two’ of plan A!" Got Gal said.

Meanwhile, in a small sailboat a few kilometers southwest of Greece, Special

Agent Chris Townshend and reporter Dana King were making their way to a

Mythical island.

"You’re quite the sailor Chris, I’m impressed!" Dana said, casting Townshend an

admiring look.

"A passion I’ve inherited from my late father. You’re positive those

coordinates are accurate?" Townshend asked.

"We’ll soon find out. Based on the sacred scrolls I’ve consulted, a thick mist

should appear dead ahead. Within that mist would be the Isle of

Lesbos…fortunately for us, those sacred scrolls were among the few historic

accounts that Warlock’s magic could not rewrite!" Dana said.

"I didn’t realize our Ace in the hole was a lesbian!" Townshend said, grinning.

Dana laughed good-heartedly.

"She isn’t, but according to the sacred scrolls, feeling dejected and

heartbroken, she decided to retire to Lesbos, to commiserate with the followers of Sappho; probably even with Sappho herself!" Dana said, smiling.

"Well, well, well…thick mist dead ahead; looks like those scrolls were the real

deal!" Townshend said, feeling a pang of anxiety.

"We’ll drop anchor in the bay and get to shore using the inflatable raft. I

hate to sound like a crusty old feminist, but the women on that island may be a

bit perturbed seeing a man on their shore. So follow my lead and act like my

personal servant…I hate not being able to phrase it any nicer than this but…"

Dana said, wanting to avoid hurting his feelings.

"I will be the perfect pussy-whipped pet my love, obedient too!" Townshend said,

winking at her.

She smiled and walked towards him. She stepped behind him and wrapped her arms

around his waist, resting her head on his upper back.

"Have I told you how much I love you recently?" She asked.

"Indeed you have, almost as many times as I’ve told you, sweet Dana!" He said,

as she hugged him affectionately.

"You silver-tongued devil you!" She said, smiling as the boat entered the mist.

In the newly renovated Delta Mall, Special Agent Quentin Sullivan accompanied

Ms. Americana, Nightraven, Got Chick, Lady Midnight, Jungle Babe and Azure

Angel’s alter egos of Brenda Wade, Lydia Bordon, Anita Jackson, Angela Grear,

Dana McQueen and Yumi Wong on a shopping spree.

The Extreme Games and Sporting Goods store seemed to be as good a place to start

looking as any.

"May I help you?" A sales person asked.

"We’re preparing a pool party and need water guns…serious stuff like Super

Soakers but heavy duty; would you happen to have anything like that in store?"

Sullivan asked.

The sales person frowned and pensively scratched his head.

"We have a selection of water pistols and similar stuff in aisle five, along

with most of the beach stuff…but we might just have something special in the

storeroom…let me have a look, I’ll be right back." He said, walking towards the

back of the store.

"That’s great, we’ll check out what’s on the shelves in the mean time!" Brenda

said, smiling.

Soakers…some guys have all the luck!" The sales person thought, as he entered

the storeroom.

Little did he know what critical role those water guns would play.

"Hm…water syringes for the beach, nice and light, soft grip for children, but

not very practical for our purposes." Lydia Bordon said, examining one of the

items on the shelves.

"Plenty of Super Soakers here, none with much of a capacity though…" Yumi Wong

said, examining the brand name items.

"Oh my God, look at that one guys! A near identical replica of a fully

automatic machine-gun! Agreed, it’s really a battery-operated water pistol, but

can you imagine, College Kids pulling a prank using those toys in public…"

Angela Grear said, her profession of Assistant District Attorney resurfacing.

"And being gunned down by the police who think they’re dealing with a terrorist

cell…replicas are supposed to have an orange plastic tip on the barrel of the

gun to make it visible they’re not real weapons…looks like those particular

models slipped through the cracks." Sullivan said, shaking his head in

disbelief.

"Hi folks, I just checked, we still have a dozen of Super Soaker CPS 3200’s in

the storeroom. That model uses a 2-gallon capacity backpack tank, has a 10-foot

range and tons of power to boot. Whoever the target, he or she will be

thoroughly soaked!" The salesperson said, smiling.

"Excellent! Young man, bring those items out I’m buying." Brenda said, returning

the sales person’s smile.

"One for each?" The sales person asked.

"All of them. It’ll be a big party and I want all of my guests to join in on

the fun." Brenda said, pulling her wallet out of her purse.

The sales person nodded and scampered back to the storeroom ecstatic. That

would be the biggest commission for him yet.

"Man, how lucky is that guy anyway? Even the Asian chick’s got bit tits!" He

thought, the mental image of those 6 hot women dressed in wet T-shirts giving

his an uncomfortable hard-on.

In the hidden grotto of the Milos Catacombs, three remote descendants of the

very same Olympian gods that once roamed the banks of the river Styx were busy

carrying out their task.

"According to mythology, those unfortunate souls who could not afford the obolus

paid to Charon to ferry them across the river were condemned to wander the banks

of the Styx for one hundred years…I don’t know if you girls can feel it, but the

air is heavy with sorrow." Omega Woman said, dunking a barrel in the water and

pulling it out full, as if it weighed a feather.

"Indeed, I feel it too…could it be that their sentence was actually for

eternity?" Sara Kraft wondered.

"Anything’s possible in the spiritual world chica…for all we know, the Almighty

might be busy trying to fix the mess Charon’s left behind, but hey, what do I

know? I’m a being of the flesh." Wolf Woman said, hauling a barrel onto a

dolly.

"I guess having an entire Universe to manage means some things require

patience…but yeah, I sense it too Omega Woman, it is rather unnerving." Got Gal

said, as she uncorked an empty barrel and dunked it in the Styx, putting one

knee down.

While Sara Kraft had raided tombs and fought off zombies, mutant plants and

rabid animals, this place left her feeling unsettled.

"It’s…it’s a good thing Ms. Americana thought of packing those LED spotlights in

the truck. They’re light, compact, and very bright. How are things progressing

ladies?" Sara Kraft asked, trying to forget the anxiety she felt, like a block

of ice in the pit of her stomach.

"Almost done, two more barrels and we’ll strap them to the dollies and we can

get a move on." Omega Woman said, with a satisfied smile.

"It won’t be too soon; this place gives me the creeps." Wolf Woman said.

Sara Kraft drew in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The plan was

progressing well, but other than serving as a tour guide, there wasn’t much for

her to do, other than to observe. For all of the stories in mythology, the banks

of the Styx were not very picturesque, but they were very creepy. Then,

something caught her attention from the corner of her eye, a glitter on the

pebbly floor of the cave.

"Hey ladies, check this out…" She said, putting a knee down to have a better

look, curiosity getting the better of her anxiety.

She picked up the object and wiped the dirt form it with her fingertips.

"What’s up Sara?" Got Gal asked.

"Actual concrete evidence of the existence of Charon, ferryman of Hades…I

believe this is an obolus, likely dropped by Charon himself, many centuries

ago." She said, fascinated, holding the primitive coin to the light.

"Impressive…though I strongly recommend that you settle for taking a picture for

evidence and leave that coin here. You seem to have a bad history of triggering

booby traps and unleashing ancient curses; and quite frankly we have no time for

that." Got Gal said.

"Oh give me a break already! Your Emerald detected no booby traps, this coin

could be the find of the century and…" Sara Kraft protested in a whiney voice,

all feelings of anxiety long gone.

"And said find of the century occurred during an undercover operation which you

would be jeopardizing should you blab about it in the archeological journals!

Now put that coin down and help us load the barrels!" God Gal said, beginning to

feel seriously annoyed.

"Fine!" Sara said, sulking, tossing the coin to the ground.

She followed Got Gal, angrily sticking out her tongue behind her back. For the

next ten minutes they lifted, stacked and strapped barrels onto the dollies.

"All right girls, clip on the flashlights to the dollies and pack up the

spotlights; time to haul those barrels to the truck and call in the construction

team." Got Gal said.

They moved, swiftly and efficiently. Sara went to switch off the LED spotlights

and pack them up, but her eyes wandered again to the obolus on the ground. She

looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was looking and quickly knelt down

near the obolus. She reached for it, but a strong, white-gloved hand grabbed

onto her forearm with a vise-like grip. Got Gal pulled Sara to her feet,

clenching her teeth.

"Now you listen to me you chronic kleptomaniac and listen good ‘cause I’m not

going to repeat this again; we are on an undercover mission and while this place

isn’t booby-trapped, it may still be cursed, we’ve all felt an outworldly

presence down here!" Got Gal said, with an angry scowl.

"Hey, take it easy!" Sara blurted out, wanting to say ‘let go you blonde bimbo’

but thinking better of it.

Omega Woman and Wolf Woman stopped what they were doing and crossed their arms,

observing.

"I had a gut-feeling this would happen." Wolf Woman whispered.

"Things were going so well…Sara’s too much of a loose cannon." Omega Woman

whispered back.

"Now you might get off on zombies and other monsters ripping your clothes off

and reaming your asshole, that’s your prerogative. Hell, you might even enjoy

slithering vines trussing you up like a Thanksgiving turkey to lay eggs in your

cunt; BUT WE DON’T! AND WE HAVE OTHER FISH TO FRY, SO TOE THE DAMN LINE, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Got Gal screamed; her voice echoing through the grotto as she squeezed Sara’s arm to the point that her hand was turning blue.

"Alright! Crystal clear! Now do I get my arm back or will I need a cast for the

next fourteen days?" Sara replied, holding back tears of pain.

"That, cutie, is strictly up to you. Since you’re not to be trusted, I’ll keep

my foot on that coin while you pack up the spotlights. Then, you will lead the

team back out as we agreed. Try to pull another stunt on us and I can guarantee

you that an arm in a cast will be the least of your worries." Got Gal said,

releasing Sara’s arm.

Sara massaged her arm and complied without saying a word. A few minutes later,

they were making their way out of the grotto and into the Milos Catacombs, with

the odd gut feeling that they had just avoided a major catastrophe.

Within the hour, the specially appointed construction team was rebuilding the

Monks’ wall, blocking off the access to the grotto. Several hours later, the

cargo plane landed in a little-known, fully computerized private airport.

Within the following hour, the She-Legion, minus Flag Girl, reunited in the

airport’s hangar.

Dana King was communicating with the locals with little difficulty, thanks to a

sonic translator, courtesy of Wade Research and Technology.

"I am Dana, representing the She-Legion of the World of Man. Please do not be

frightened by my man-servant, he wishes you no harm and shall be severely

punished should he misbehave." Dana said to one of the elders who had come to

shore to greet them.

"Welcome little one, I am High Priestess Adara. We knew the day would come

when outsiders would seek she who exiled herself from the outside world…the

omens were right. The fates were unfavorable for centuries it seems…but the day

is near when a great wrong shall be righted." High Priestess Adara said,

cryptically.

"You honor us with your hospitality your Eminence." Dana said, with a courteous

bow, Townshend bowing along with her.

"She whom you seek lives on the far south point of the island. She can be

rather stubborn and refuse to hear you. But the fates have spoken; she shall

see her duty. Safe journey." The High Priestess Adara said, with a nod.

Wolf Woman, Got Gal and Omega Woman unloaded the barrel loaded dollies, with the

help of Ms. Americana. Without saying a word and lips pressed in an angry pout,

Sara Kraft walked past Sullivan, Lady Midnight, Nightraven, Jungle Babe, Got

Chick and Azure Angel in a huff; storming out of the hangar.

"Now what on earth was that all about?" Sullivan asked after Sara had slammed

the door behind her.

"She’s been sulking the whole trip back." Wolf Woman said, shaking her head.

"Got Gal made it clear to her that we had no time to fight off zombies, monsters

and other creatures, so pocketing any artifacts on site was out of the question;

not even a small obolus." Omega Woman offered.

"Seeing Sara’s track record I’d say it was a wise decision from Got Gal." Ms.

Americana said.

"I tried telling her nicely, but she gave me attitude. After I thought I’d made

myself clear to her, she tried going behind my back…and it pissed me right off.

I nearly broke her wrist but I managed to keep my temper." Got Gal said.

"In other words, Sara was being her normal spoiled brat self." Jungle Babe said.

Within a few minutes, the barrels were unloaded and neatly lined up.

"Say, what’s the deal with the big inflatable pool in the corner there?" Wolf

Woman asked.

"Sully’s idea, though he says it’s a surprise and was waiting for you girls to

be back!" Azure Angel said, smiling.

"Indeed, there is another mythological tale involving the Styx you see. Ever

heard of Achilles?" Sullivan said, smiling.

"Intriguing…we take a dip in the pool filled with Styx water and we become the

weapons!" Nightraven said, nodding.

"Now here’s the caveat ladies, Achilles had a weak spot on his heel because

that’s where Thetis was holding him as she dunked him in the river. Chances are

that the clothes we wear and the gear we carry could create such weak points.

Coming from a man, you may think I’m just looking for an excuse to see a bunch of

gorgeous women naked but…" Sullivan said, looking down to the floor as he

blushed.

They giggled.

"Oh you are a pervert Quentin, but I know you have our best interests at heart

and are trying to assure the success of the mission! I’m in, I’ll get started

pouring the barrels in the pool!" Ms. Americana said, smiling.

"I’ll make sure all the doors are locked!" Lady Midnight said, giggling.

"I’ll shut the blinds!" Jungle Babe said, smirking, glad to have the opportunity

of seeing her fellow She-Legionnaires in the buff.

"Wait for me, I’ll help!" Got Chick said.

"Me too, lots of windows!" Nightraven said.

"Well, Omega Woman and Wolf Woman, how about we give Ms. Americana a hand?" Got Gal said, grinning.

One locked up hangar in a private airport. Nine gorgeous scantly clad women and

one handsome FBI agent; one inflatable swimming pool filled with water imported

from the fabled river Styx.

Ms. Americana, Omega Woman, Lady Midnight, Got Gal, Got Chick, Nightraven,

Jungle Babe, Wolf Woman and Azure Angel looked at agent Sullivan eagerly.

"All right my friends, all kidding and flirting aside, let’s be serious for a

moment. Taking a dip in this pool won’t make any of us demigods, won’t make us

invulnerable or immortal. But it will make our blows crippling to Warlock,

perhaps even lethal." Sullivan said.

"But what about the tale of Achilles? He was invulnerable…" Azure Angel asked.

"Achilles was a demigod to begin with Yumi. Those of us with Aphrodite genes

might have a similar effect; but so many generations removed I wouldn’t count on

it." Ms. Americana said.

"Message received then, we’ll need to be extra careful on this mission, even

after a skinny dip in that pool. Speaking of skinny dip, who goes first?" Lady

Midnight asked.

All eyes turned to Sullivan.

"Oh boy…" He said, nervously.

"Well it was your idea!" Got Chick said, snickering.

"It was, Quentin, go on, nothing we haven’t seen before!" Ms. Americana said,

with a teasing grin.

"Well…technically, Sully is nothing like the perverts who usually molest us…in

that case it is something we haven’t seen before…a naked nice guy!" Nightraven

said, smiling.

"That’s a good point!" Omega Woman said.

"You said it chica!" Wolf Woman said.

"Here, here!" Lady Midnight chimed in.

"All right, I accept the compliment, but...maybe if we all strip down at

the same time, it would make things less awkward? I’m willing to go in first

but…I’m no Chippendale dancer, I’m not that comfy undressing while hot women

stare!" Sullivan said, sheepishly.

"Oh, that silver tongue of his!" Got Chick said, smiling.

"Well it sounds reasonable to me!" Jungle Babe said, pulling the bandana off her

forehead.

Smiles, smirks and grins on every face as Ms. Americana, Omega Woman, Lady

Midnight, Got Gal, Got Chick, Nightraven, Jungle Babe, Wolf Woman, Azure Angel

and Agent Sullivan stripped naked.

"Wow Brenda…your boyfriend sure looks good naked!" Lydia ‘Nightraven’ Bordon

said, smiling.

All nodded approvingly as Sullivan blushed, a budding erection taking place.

"I think we’re making him uncomfortable girls, let’s focus on the task at hand, shall

we?" Brenda Wade said, smiling.

"Okay, let’s get this show on the road…" Sullivan said, climbing into the pool

and submerging himself.

He stood up in the pool, shook the water from his hair and climbed out of the

pool, nearly slipping on the concrete floor but steadied by Brenda Wade’s

familiar grip. The coolness of the water had taken care of his budding

erection, to his relief.

Dana, Brenda and Hexanna…but more than two at a time? No way…"He reasoned

silently.

"Thanks Brenda…okay, who’s next?" Sullivan said, glad that he had thought of

asking for towels when he had requested the inflatable pool.

"Me Quentin, I want to be next!" Brenda said, smiling.

He toweled off as Brenda dunked herself in the Styx water and stood back up. He

helped her out of the pool and wrapped a clean towel around her. One by one,

they all dunked themselves into the pool and were helped out by Quentin and

Brenda. Shivering a bit and with wet hair, they all got dressed.

"Say Sully…how about I dip my weapons in there too? My katana, shurikens,

sai’s…"Azure Angel asked, as she slipped her mask back on.

"Ah, but I insist that you do young lady! Once you’re done, we can load up the

Super Soaker backpacks." Sullivan said.

"You mean you still want to use those after we took this skinny dip?" Jungle

Babe asked.

"Remember who we’re facing Jungle Babe. The skinny dip means that whomever gets

to him first can hurt him; even kill him. But we still need to deal with

whatever monster he throws our way." Sullivan said.

"Wait a minute…if the Styx water rendered Achilles invulnerable, wouldn’t it do

the same to Warlock’s creatures, or Warlock himself if we squirt him?" Got Gal

asked.

"Unlikely." A new feminine voice said, making everyone turn around to look.

"Enyo…" Omega Woman said in a quiet voice.

"Yes…ladies, this is our Dark Dimension contact, Enyo." Ms. Americana said.

Lady Midnight, Got Gal, Got Chick, Nightraven, Jungle Babe, Wolf Woman and Azure

Angel greeted Enyo with a friendly wave of the hand and a smile.

"I still frighten you virtuous Omega Woman. Please do not fear me, harming any

one of you would permanently ruin my chances at salvation." Enyo said, looking

at Omega Woman with a facial expression akin to sympathy.

"And to answer the blonde Got Gal’s question, those creatures are abominations

created by Alpheus. The water from the Styx would be quite debilitating to

them. Alpheus on the other hand, should absolutely not be doused in that water

for obvious reasons. " Enyo said, turning her attention to Got Gal.

Sullivan smiled. As annoyed as he may have been with Enyo’s first impromptu

visit, her appearance at this particular juncture was a welcome one.

"Thanks for dropping by Enyo, we are getting ready to fulfil our task and your

knowledge is welcome. The water can make us lethal to him, make Azure Angel’s

weapons lethal to him…and if it weren’t for the gunpowder getting wet I’d soak a

few magazines in that pool! But the water mustn’t touch Warlock that’s capital

information. Your intervention was quite momentous." Sullivan said.

For a moment, Enyo seemed to blush.

"You flatter me Quentin Sullivan! At any rate, my beloved Master had a few bits

of information that may be of use. First, he wanted me to tell you that the

valiant Flag Girl and her beloved Christopher are making good progress, which

bodes well for you." Enyo said, looking sheepish.

"That’s excellent news Enyo!" Sullivan said, grinning.

"Secondly, the Stonehenge convention has been extended and your friends Hexanna

and Hoodoo Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau will not be able to assist you with this

task, unfortunately." Enyo said.

"That’s a shame; we certainly could have used their help." Ms. Americana said.

"Lastly, my beloved Master wants me to provide you with those four names:

Marlena Squires, Francis Cooper, Geena Derringer and Frederic George." Enyo

said, her head cocked to the side.

"Oh my God…Marlena Squires was Governor Steiner’s mistress…one who became

dangerously friendly with small time pornographer Frederic George!" Sullivan

said, rolling his eyes.

"Rumor has it that the Governor bought her a luxury ‘beachside shack’ near Rio

when he got wind of an incriminating sex tape that had surfaced. Frederic

George was allegedly paid in the seven figures to make the tape disappear."

Nightraven said.

"Francis Cooper and Geena Derringer were involved in a frowned upon office

romance while working for City Hall. They were both sent away under similar

circumstances once they had developed a friendship with that same Frederic

George, who just so happened to tag along with Squires, Cooper and Derringer in

their exile in Brazil." Lady Midnight said.

"Frederic George is the common denominator, more than likely turned to blackmail

due his fledgling career in porn. But I’m not clear on the link to Warlock?"

Ms. Americana said.

"I’m not quite sure, but it’s safe to assume that they weren’t kidnapped by

Warlock, or else I would have been instructed to proceed with great care so I

don’t jeopardize the safety of the hostages and keep things as discreet as

possible to avoid a media circus." Sullivan said.

"This may sound awful, but if Governor Steiner needed Marlena Squires out of the

way, wouldn’t he favor Warlock making her go away permanently? If so, why was

the Bureau breathing down Sully’s neck so hard to deal with Warlock?" Got Gal

asked.

"First rule of blackmail, always keep a copy of any incriminating data. Copies

of the sex tape might still be in circulation, with the threat of being released

should anything happen to her; and that could cost the Governor his marriage and

his career." Sullivan said.

"So the danger of that foursome being kidnapped, hurt or killed is very real and

the Governor’s career and marriage hang in the balance. The Governor puts

pressure on the FBI who in turn give Quentin full carte Blanche, so he can pull

another Dirty Harry without asking too many questions." Ms. Americana said,

rolling her eyes, with a disgusted pout on her lips.

"Never mind the poor people of the favelas who have been terrified and hurt!"

Wolf Woman said.

"Enyo, please extend our thanks to Old Nick. This cooperation is indeed

mutually beneficial." Sullivan said, smiling.

"My pleasure brave Quentin Sullivan. Your success is after all, key to our

salvation. Be careful my friends!" Enyo said, indulging in a rare smile that

made her look quite attractive.

Before anyone could answer, Enyo vanished from thin air.

"My friends…think she’s warming up to us?" Sullivan said.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Ms. Americana replied, smirking.

"Okay…so douse the monsters but not Warlock…good to know." Nightraven said.

"I’d say it’s time to fill those Super Soaker tanks…" Azure Angel said.

"I’ll get the She-Legion Learjet ready in the adjacent hangar bay; this is one

case where we want to flush out Warlock by letting him know we’re coming for

him." Ms. Americana said.

"We still have the element of surprise on our side: he won’t expect us to be

Styxified." Sullivan said, with a grin.

"Anyone know the words to Suite Madam Blue?" Wolf Woman said, unable to resist.

To everyone’s surprise, Sullivan threw his head back, laughing heartily.

"Unfortunately, no one brought a boom box! Let’s get busy ladies!" Sullivan

said, chuckling.

"I feel guilty for what has happened to my sisters during my exile…I was so busy

wallowing in my own sorrow that I was blind to what was happening outside of Lesbos.

And so much has happened without my knowledge, so many things I could have

helped prevent…lead the way little Dana. Handsome Christopher, won’t you lend

your arm to a foolish old woman?" The exiled one said.

"It would be a great honor and privilege your Excellency. Though if I am not

out of line, please allow me to tell you that you look quite lovely. I for one

would never call you old." Townshend said, with a courteous bow, offering her

his right arm.

"Ah, male flattery, how much I have missed it! Such great manners, you must be

very proud little Dana!" The exiled one said, smiling, holding onto Townshend’s arm.

"Proud, as well as very fond of him Your Excellency! Right this way, our raft

will take us to our boat." Dana said with a charming smile, leading the way.

One fully computerized She-Legion Learjet bound for a Wade Enterprises-owned

private airport north of Rio de Janeiro, carrying one highly motivated team of

She-Legionnaires, led by one determined FBI agent. Smiling smugly as she hid in

the cargo hold, one stowaway believed that she was smarter than all the

She-Legionnaires onboard put together.

While fully automated and computerized, a licensed backup pilot still needed to

be present in the cockpit of the She-Legion Learjet for long international

trips; who in this case was Special Agent Sullivan himself. Sitting next to

him, his beloved Ms. Americana assumed backup co-pilot position. Smirking, she

pointed at the life signs display on the control panel.

Sullivan nodded and chuckled, flipping the security cameras’ switch. On the

split screen monitor, their intruder was shown, sitting in the cargo hold among

the spare Styx water barrels recuperated from the inflatable pool. Grinning,

Sullivan grabbed the PA microphone.

"Attention She-Legion passengers, may I call explorer extraordinaire Ms. Sara

Kraft to take a seat with the other passengers? It must be awfully lonely and

uncomfortable in the cargo hold!" Sullivan announced.

"Oh for pity’s sake!" Got Gal said, rolling her eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" Jungle Babe said, massaging her temples with her right

hand.

"Hijo de puta, her again?" Wolf Woman said.

"Just couldn’t stay away could you?" Omega Woman said, dryly, as Sara joined

them, blushing.

She sat down silently, embarrassed. Ms. Americana temporarily left the cockpit

and stood before her, arms crossed.

"Sara, this is serious. I am not sure how long you have waited outside the

hangar after making us believe you’d left, but the doors were locked and the

blinds were shut. We’re heading to Rio with full fanfare to flush out Warlock,

and quite frankly we have no time to baby sit you; you haven’t been properly

prepared of briefed." Ms. Americana said, in a stern tone of voice.

Sara Kraft shot her an angry stare, but drew in a deep breath exhaling slowly.

"Fair enough…I’ve let my pride get the better of me, and I deserve every bit of

ire directed towards me. But I also have a conscience. As I was pacing angrily

waiting for a taxi, my conscience was kicking in, telling me that no matter how

badly it irked me, Got Gal was 100% right. All I ask is for a chance to redeem

myself." Sara Kraft said, looking down.

"There may be hope for you yet, but how on earth did you manage to get onboard?"

Got Gal asked.

"The hangar doors opened to allow the She-Legion Learjet out but for some reason

the engines weren’t on yet," Sara said.

"That was my own fault, I hit the hangar door button thinking that we were ready

to go, but the Learjet needed to be refueled first." Nightraven said.

"So while the She-Legion jet was being refueled, I ran back inside. I couldn’t

see any of you, as you were likely already onboard or busy refueling the jet. I

saw that the cargo bay hatch was left opened…so I took a chance. It

automatically closed a few seconds after I climbed in." Sara Kraft said.

Ms. Americana nodded thoughtfully. It was too late to turn back.

"Okay, so here are the directives, if armed with one of the Super Soakers, douse

the monsters but not Warlock; it will only make him stronger. We were all made

to become lethal weapons ourselves by taking a skinny dip in Styx water." Ms.

Americana said.

Sara nodded and stood up, taking off her clothes. All eyes were focused on her

but no one said a word, as they knew what she had in mind.

"I saw a few spare barrels in the cargo hold, would anyone be willing to assist

me with my Styx baptism? " Sara Kraft asked, removing her glasses and placing

them on her seat.

Sara’s body was shapely and athletic. As the only actual lesbian of the team

aboard, Jungle Babe felt her nipples harden at the sight.

"I volunteer!" Jungle Babe said, smiling.

"Alright dearest, I fully realize you’ve wanted to put your moves on me for a

long time…but let’s keep it clean shall we? I trust you can keep it professional?" Sara Kraft said, with a wink.

"I make no promises!" Jungle Babe replied, smirking.

Ms. Americana rolled her eyes.

"All right, try not to waste too much water, we might need it. And Sara’s right,

now is neither the time nor place for a lesbian Mile High Club session. I need

to get back to the cockpit, so please behave, the security cameras are on." Ms.

Americana said.

"You’re right Ms. Americana…one of the barrels wasn’t full to the rim, I’ll take

the lid off and help Sara climb in. I’ll pour water on her head so she’s as

completely soaked as we were. And as horny as I may be looking at her now, I

will keep it professional; cross my heart." Jungle babe said, with a nod.

"Yeah I bet…" Ms. Americana thought, as she returned to the cockpit.

As they made their way to the cargo hold, Jungle Babe discreetly put a tentative

left hand on Sara’s shapely ass.

"Security cameras be damned, Sara’s so hot…" Jungle Babe thought, feeling a

shiver at the thought of possibly being caught.

Sara smirked, as she had had a hunch that Jungle Babe would not be able to keep

her hands to herself.

"We may be short in time, but I don’t think there are any security cameras in

this particular corner…you’re gay, I’m bi, and I wouldn’t say no to a

quickie…God knows there’s been enough sexual tension between us over the years!"

Sara whispered, smiling.

"Oh Sara, I’ve been wanting this…though technically I’m also bi, with lesbian

dominant tendencies, like, I wouldn’t turn down a nice guy like Sully or

Townshend but…and…and now I’m babbling like a kid…" Jungle Babe blurted out,

surprised at her own nervousness.

She had wanted this to happen for so long, yet she was now as nervous as a

virgin masturbating for the first time while her parents were asleep in the

adjacent room. Sara Kraft simply reached for Jungle Babe’s leopard bikini top

and pulled on its ties behind her back, untying it, casting her an affectionate

smile.

The bikini top dropped to the floor as Jungle Babe looked at Sara Kraft with a

surprised, but glad expression on her face, panting in anticipation. Sara

kissed her lips, softly and tenderly, as her hands slowly caressed her blonde

lover’s buxom naked breasts.

"Hmm…Sara…" Jungle Babe moaned.

"Shh…quiet…" Sara whispered, as she brought her mouth to Jungle Babe’s breasts,

licking, suckling, teasing and gently biting her nipples.

Jungle Babe threw her head back and closed her eyes, swallowing every moan of

pleasure as Sara was now firmly squeezing her massive breasts and sucking on her

nipples harder. Jungle Babe wanted more, her hands reaching down to her leopard

G-string bikini bottom, pulling it down and letting it slide down to her ankles.

Sara grinned, letting go of Jungle Babe’s breasts.

"Catch my legs!" She whispered as she performed a handstand, facing Jungle Babe.

Jungle Babe nodded and grinned, understanding what Sara had in mind. She

stabilized her by holding onto her shins, and then wrapped her arms around the

small of Sara’s back; lifting her up so they may engage in a standing 69.

"Let me know if the position’s too awkward, we can lie down on the floor." Sara

Kraft said, and then began eating out Jungle Babe’s blonde pussy.

Jungle Babe reciprocated, tongue-fucking Sara Kraft’s dripping wet slit.

Moaning as quietly as possible, they slowly drove each other to a blissful

climax.

In the cockpit, Ms. Americana pointed a finger at the split screen monitor

snickering.

"See Quentin, what did I tell you?" Ms. Americana said, shaking her head.

"I’m glad I didn’t bet, I would have lost…gee, and here I thought our

love-making sessions were intense and athletic…" Sullivan said, watching the

monitor with fascination.

"Oh they are, but giving oral sex with the blood rushing to my head…not for me.

Sara sure has some weird turn-ons!" Ms. Americana said, smirking.

"Turn the monitor off baby; please…I’m trying to focus on the task at hand and

witnessing that lesbian peep-show is pretty damn distracting…" Sullivan said,

looking uncomfortable.

Ms. Americana laughed heartily, massive G-cup breasts jiggling merrily.

"The ride is fully automated and we’re only in here in case of emergency! You

know, I could relieve some of that tension Quentin…" Ms. Americana said,

seductively.

She unlocked her swivel seat and turned around to face him. Her red-gloved

right hand reached for his zipper, pulling it down.

"Do you think that’s very wise? I realize the cockpit’s door is closed but…" He

said, but making no effort to stop her.

She simply smiled, reaching into his pants. He pushed his pelvis forward to

give her better access as she reached through the opening of his briefs, trying

to free little Sully. With a firm but gentle hand, she pulled his erect cock

out of his pants, much to his relief.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and unlocked the swivel underneath the pilot’s seat,

so he could be facing her. She knelt down and teasingly licked the head of his

penis, until he was shaking like a leaf. Satisfied, she engulfed his cock in

her warm, wet mouth and began bobbing her head up and down.

"Oh God baby slow down…" Sullivan begged, panting.

She shot him a sultry, lustful look that even her mask could not conceal. She

let go of his cock with a gasp.

"No baby, go for it, shoot your load down my throat; I know you’ll make it up to

me later! We don’t have a lot of time, just cum for me!" She said, and then

resumed bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, until finally, Old

Faithful erupted with a deep grunt, into her mouth and down her greedy gullet.

Sullivan slumped back into the pilot’s seat, garnering more laughter from her.

She pulled a small can of breath freshener from a compartment in her mega belt

and sprayed her mouth a few times.

"Intense my love?" She asked, returning the small can to its compartment.

"You have a talent for understatement baby!" He said, returning his shrinking

dick back into his pants.

An hour later, the Learjet landed without incident taxi-ing to its hangar.

"Hm…I half expected Warlock to attack us while we were still in mid-air." Ms.

Americana said.

"No, the prize is too tempting; a plane full of scorching-hot She-Legionnaires

for him to toy with and add to his list of rape victims? No, that would be too

great an opportunity for the old lecher to miss." Sullivan said.

"I love how you slip in a compliment in the midst of making a point Quentin!"

Ms. Americana said, casting him a loving smile.

She grabbed the PA microphone with a nod.

"All right ladies, sonic translators switched on and gear up with Super Soakers.

What would be our first destination Agent Sullivan?" Ms. Americana said,

keeping the microphone on.

"Call it a growing gut feeling, but…a pornographer and a serial rapist magician

within the same vicinity? That’s too big a coincidence if you ask me."

Sullivan said.

"I’ve learned to trust your hunches, what do you recommend?" Ms. Americana said.

"Let me check my smart phone." Sullivan said, taking his smart phone out of his

jacket pocket.

"Well, well, well…another coincidence: Frederic George has setup shop in the Rio

suburbs; ‘giving local talent a chance at the big time’ under the FGFP

banner…plenty of surgically enhanced chicas ready and willing to become rich and

famous, even if it is by fucking on film. I say we pay Freddie-boy a not-so

neighborly visit at FGFP Studios. I’m getting a bad vibe about this." Sullivan

said.

Meanwhile, in the Frederic George Fantasy Productions head office

"You are listening to Delta City Internet Radio. At the top of the hour, reports

of a She-Legion detachment bound for Rio de Janeiro have been confirmed, though

details on their mission remain sketchy. Unconfirmed reports that this may be a

FBI sanctioned mission add to the mystery surrounding that Rio-bound team of

She-Legionnaires. In other news…"

Frederic George turned the volume down on his computer speakers and grinned.

cash…time to go to work!" He thought, standing up.

He opened his office door to address his secretary.

"Florinda, please reschedule today’s appointments, and then take the rest of the

day off…full pay!" He told his receptionist.

"Si senhor George, obrigado!" Florinda replied, smiling.

A dark-haired beauty with a deep tan and a cute overbite, Florinda got on the

phone and proceeded in rescheduling the appointments of the day, mostly

auditions.

hot and heavy audition!" He thought, with a wicked grin.

Within the hour, paparazzi surrounded FGFP studios with the local police trying

to keep things orderly. When the vehicles carrying the She-Legion contingent

made it to FGFP Studios, it was already a media circus.

An officer angrily approached Ms. Americana, his voice taking an odd robotic

tone through the sonic translator.

"You are way out of your jurisdiction Ms. Americana! Maybe if you were Ms.

Brazil your intrusion would be tolerated, but what is this circus?" Officer

DaSilva asked.

"Officer, I believe Special Agent Sullivan has documents that may answer your

questions." Ms. Americana said, pointing at Sullivan with her right thumb.

"Special Agent? Under cover I bet!" DaSilva said, casting Sullivan a skeptical

look.

Smirking, Sullivan reached in his jacket and pulled out an envelope, which he

handed to DaSilva.

"Perish the thought that I tell you how to do your job, but if I were you, I’d

call my commanding officer right now…" Sullivan said, as DaSilva read the

document handed to him.

"Keep those photographers at a safe distance Nunez…I need to make a call."

DaSilva told his subordinate, as he pulled his cell phone from his uniform’s

pocket.

Sullivan turned to the She-Legion team and winked at them.

"Carte Blanche, ladies, check this out…" He said, chuckling.

A few moments later, DaSilva came back.

"I understand the gravity of the situation Agent Sullivan, my Superiors have

advised me that our Government has sanctioned this mission, though there seems

to be a lot of information on a need to know basis…" DaSilva said.

"Political games unfortunately, even we were kept in the dark for a lot of key

info…suffice it to say that Mister George’s operations might be a cover for

something bigger and a lot more dangerous than cheesy porn…" Sullivan said.

"He can sure handle the local authorities can he?" Lady Midnight whispered.

"Indeed he can, a true professional!" Got Gal whispered back.

"Public safety is at stake, that’s good enough for me. How can we help?"

DaSilva asked.

"We are thankful Officer DaSilva. If you could establish a perimeter around

this building, make sure those journalists are kept at a safe distance.

Paparazzo pictures don’t bother us, but we don’t want anyone getting hurt

either. Things may or may not get rough in there, it all depends on who else is

in there with Frederic George." Sullivan said.

"Consider it done. Nunez, Ventura, get more men, establish a safety perimeter

around this building, and make sure those parasites are kept at a safe

distance!" DaSilva said.

DaSilva and his men established a security perimeter around the building under

copious protest from the press, flashbulbs popping frantically in a weird

daytime stroboscope effect.

"My eyes!" Nightraven comically said.

The She-Legion team of Ms. Americana, Got Gal, Omega Woman, Wolf Woman, Got

Chick, Nightraven, Lady Midnight, Jungle Babe, Azure Angel and Sara Kraft

gathered around Sullivan in a huddle.

"Alright then…shall we?" Omega Woman asked.

"Wait, let me do this first…always look before we leap, right Sully?" Got Gal

asked.

"Right, what do you have in mind?" Sullivan asked.

"Oh yeah, that’s so cool, check this out you guys!" Sara Kraft said, smiling.

Got Gal walked to the building’s entrance door. She touched it with her right

hand as she held the Emerald of Got in her left.

"The reception area and offices seem to be empty…definite life signs in the

studio area tough…one…no two or three…no one again…now multiple life signs, what

gives?" Got Gal said, looking confused.

"My gut-feeling is concretizing…trigger fingers on standby girls…and be extra

careful who you aim at…in fact, don’t aim at Freddie-boy at all!" Sullivan said,

pushing the door open.

"Quentin, you don’t mean…" Ms. Americana said.

Greeting them in the reception, a Slime Creature appeared out of thin air. In

unison, ten powerful water streams doused the Slime Creature, diluting it into a

puddle of harmless waste.

"Nice reflexes everyone, but don’t waste water either, only use the strict

necessary amount. Remember, our bodies are lethal weapons too." Ms. Americana

said.

They crowded into the reception area.

"Sara, Jungle Babe, make sure the Office is clear, Nightraven give them cover,

just in case." Sullivan said, looking for the way to the studios.

"Hey wait a minute, who put you in charge?" Sara Kraft asked.

"We ALL did Sara!" Nightraven said, angrily.

"Sully has spent countless hours laying out directives for safety and

efficiency. Yeah sometimes we still mess up but our success rate has improved

greatly thanks to him." Lady Midnight said, rolling her eyes.

"Okay everyone, chill…Sara isn’t a full-fledged She-Legionnaire and hasn’t been

updated on all of the changes in procedures." Sullivan said.

"Regardless Sara, this is a team effort and we all volunteered to assist Sully

on a FBI-sanctioned mission. If nothing else, that alone puts him in charge."

Jungle Babe said.

"My apologies, again, I promise you, I meant no disrespect Sully…" Sara Kraft

said, feeling small.

"Forget it Sara, let’s just make sure the office is clear, shall we? Then we

can follow the path to those elevators." Sullivan said, noticing elevator doors

at the end of the corridor adjacent to the office.

Sara nodded, kicking the office door open.

"HOLY MOTHER OF…" Sara shouted, freezing.

A giant scorpion stood on George’s desk, making its way towards the door with a

loud, blood-curdling hissing sound, an erect cock in the place of its stinger in

true Warlock fashion. Jungle Babe and Nightraven fired a few salvos that

stopped the giant scorpion in its tracks. Azure Angel pulled Sara Kraft out of

the way and sliced the giant scorpion in half with her Styxified katana.

"Damn it Sara!" Jungle Babe hissed; frustrated.

"Take it easy Jungle Babe, she froze, it could have happened to any of us. Nice

shooting by the way, you too Nightraven; and that was quick thinking Azure

Angel, well done." Sullivan said.

Jungle Babe shot an annoyed glare at Sara Kraft while Nightraven and Azure Angel

flashed a thankful smile to Sullivan.

"Well, thus far it’s been a typical Warlock gauntlet: a slime creature and a

giant scorpion, perhaps more to come as we get to the studio…only in this case,

neither apparition has succeeded in warming us up for a Warlock rape." Ms.

Americana said, feeling a hint of satisfaction.

"Not so far anyway!" Got Chick said.

"So Quentin, you think Frederic George and Warlock are one and the same?" Ms.

Americana asked, her voice trailing off.

"I have no way to prove it, but it would explain a whole lot: mind controlling

Marlena Squires into secretly taping her sexual exploits with Governor Steiner

would be child’s play for Warlock." Sullivan said.

"Ain’t that a fact…" Got Gal said.

"I’ll even wager that Warlock attempted to pull the same stunt in City Hall,

only they unwittingly pulled the plug on him by relocating Francis Cooper and

Geena Derringer. Lo and behold, Frederic George just so happens to setup shop

right here in the Rio suburbs; along with Marlena, Geena and Frankie. Way too

many convenient coincidences." Sullivan said.

"That theory makes a whole heap of sense to me Sully." Wolf Woman said.

"Say, there’s another part of a Warlock gauntlet we should all get ready for…has

everybody brought their anti-anesthesia pills?" Ms. Americana asked.

"Chloroform and sleeping gas, yes, also part of Warlock’s MO, I do have my

pills." Got Gal said, nodding.

"I keep a small bottle in a compartment of my mega belt for those who don’t have

any. Other than Quentin and Sara, who didn’t bring any?" Ms. Americana said,

pulling the bottle of her mega belt.

All of them, Got Gal, Omega Woman, Wolf Woman, Lady Midnight, Nightraven, Got

Chick and Azure Angel pulled a similar bottle from their respective belts.

Sullivan smiled.

"I am glad and humbled that everyone but me have followed my own directive!"

Sullivan said, as Ms. Americana gave him and Sara Kraft a coated caplet.

"Coated for easy swallowing, nice touch seeing that we have no water, I mean, I

wouldn’t risk drinking from the contents of the Super Soaker tanks. How

effective are those?" Sara Kraft asked.

"They could spike your drink, chloroform you and hit you with a roomful of

sleeping gas, and you wouldn’t even feel dizzy!" Got Gal said, popping her pill.

Once they had all taken an anti-anesthesia pill, they followed Sullivan down the

corridor that led to the elevator.

"Azure Angel, stand to the left of the elevator door, katana ready to strike.

Everyone else, fingers on the trigger, hold dousing if Warlock or George are in

the elevator cab." Sullivan said.

"On it Sully!" Azure Angel said, happy that for once, the team trusted her

abilities.

this team…I like it!" She excitedly thought as she took position.

"I’ll stand on the other side and hit the button. Trigger fingers on standby

ladies, to give Azure Angel some cover. The elevator cab may be empty but

somehow, I seriously doubt it." Sullivan said, taking position opposite Azure

Angel and pressing the button.

After a few moments, the elevator doors opened. Ten green slimy pods lay on the

elevator’s floor.

"Paramorphs…Azure Angel, carefully walk back behind us…they reproduce by

impregnating healthy females. The pods haven’t hatched yet, so get behind our

line of defense." Ms. Americana said, keeping her voice calm.

Azure Angel complied, keeping her eyes on the pulsating Paramorph pods.

"Nasty critters, as Ms. Americana, Got Chick and I can attest. We required some

serious sonic disrupter treatments to get rid of those…it felt like having

tapeworm in the uterus!" Got Gal said, clenching her teeth.

Azure Angel now stood behind the Super-Soaker equipped team. The elevator alarm

buzzed, alerting them to let the doors close.

"Warlock claims that those were critters he picked up during his travels…no

guarantee the Styx water will work on them." Ms. Americana said, the Paramorph

pods beginning to show signs of hatching.

"One of those will, cover your ears girls!" Sullivan said, pulling a hypersonic

grenade from his pocket and tossing it into the elevator cab, letting the doors

slide shut before the Paramorphs could fully hatch.

Sullivan, Ms. Americana, Sara Kraft, Got Gal, Omega Woman, Wolf Woman, Lady

Midnight, Nightraven, Got Chick and Azure Angel all covered their ears as an

intense high-pitched vibration shook the entire building like a small pinpoint

earthquake.

The elevator doors reopened; the bottom of its cab covered in a thick, gooey

green and black paste.

"Effective…I didn’t realize the FBI had such high-tech weaponry at their

disposal!" Sara Kraft said, looking impressed.

"They don’t. Wade Research and Technology on the other hand…" Sullivan said,

smirking.

"Too bad the portable cloaking device was damaged and is undergoing repairs,

that would have been a major edge for us!" Ms. Americana said, smiling.

"Prof. Whirter’s Endorphin Stimulator generated quite the magnetic pulse when we

defeated Dragon Queen, that’s what caused the damage." Sullivan said, with a

grin.

knees!" Azure Angel thought, snickering.

"Wade Enterprises tech…Ms. Americana, you frighten me sometimes!" Sara Kraft

said.

"I sure ain’t getting in that gross elevator!" Nightraven said.

"You’d prefer facing more creatures in the stairwell and waste more water?" Got

Gal said.

"She’s right Nightraven. Slime washes off. Once Warlock’s beaten, any other

creature will disappear." Sullivan said.

With a disgusted wince, they all crammed into the elevator, making their way to

the studio.

"This is where I wish I wore boots instead of heels…" Got Gal said, feeling

nauseated.

"Try that ride barefoot! Though from running barefoot in the Jungle, I can say

I’ve stepped in worse…use your imagination!" Jungle Babe said, snickering.

"I’m sure I don’t want to know that badly!" Sara Kraft said.

The elevator doors slid open. To their surprise, there were no creatures

awaiting them just yet. Sitting on a casting couch, Frederic George sat with a

pleasant smile on his face.

"Come in, I’m glad the welcoming committee did not deter you from your audition!

I’m actually surprised to see you all still fully clothed! And who might that

amazing piece of beefcake chaperoning you be?" Frederic George said.

"That would be Special Agent Quentin Sullivan, granted with full carte blanche

from the very top." Ms. Americana said, with a stern expression on her face.

"And if you seriously think we’re gonna strip and have a porn screen test for

you, you’re out of your stinking mind!" Wolf Woman said.

"Ah Wolf Woman, such a feisty little Latina isn’t she? I like it! So the

reports were true…you must be something special indeed, Special Agent Sullivan.

The FBI usually doesn’t venture outside the United States’ boundaries." George

said, with an amused smile.

"Oh you have no idea how special he is little man!" Lady Midnight said.

George’s expression went from amused to upset.

"Shall I give you the full extent of my manhood Lady Midnight? You’d be

surprised how not little I really am!" George said, opening his legs and

pointing at his crotch.

"Gag me…" Azure Angel said.

"Are you volunteering Azure Angel? I could use a good blowjob as a warm-up!"

George said, eyebrows arched.

"Alright, now that you’ve thoroughly grossed out my team, let’s cut the crap

Freddie-boy…or should I call you Warlock? Unless you prefer Alpheus?" Sullivan

said, gauging Frederic George’s reactions.

For a moment, Frederic George’s facial expression went blank. He then grinned

and nodded.

"Alpheus…it has been many life times since I last heard that name! You are

indeed a Special Agent Mister Sullivan; you see, I’m very well acquainted with

the bimbo army flanking you…" He said.

"HEY!" All ladies present shouted in angry unison.

"And there is no way in Tartarus…or whatever it’s called these days, that they

have a fraction of the brains necessary to figure out my true identity!" He

said, his features changing, turning into Warlock.

Warlock leaned back on the casting couch, staring smugly at them.

"Mind your mouth Alfie-boy; if you knew what you don’t know, you would be

speaking a lot more politely, mark my words! Oh, and by the way, your friend

Enyo says hi." Sullivan said, smirking.

"Enyo…I’ll be, has she found her way out too?" Warlock asked, intrigued.

"You could say she’s been promoted." Ms. Americana said, smirking.

"I see, and she went and tattletaled on me? I’ll have to have a word with her!

And speaking of politeness beefcake, do not call me Alfie if you’re going to use

my birth name. I was a Greek god once you know." Warlock said, in a bragging

tone.

"And now, you’re nothing more than a depraved serial rapist who added blackmail

to the list of his misdeeds." Sullivan said, assessing Warlock’s reactions.

To their surprise, Warlock threw his head back, laughing.

"Don’t kick it until you’ve tried it my boy! And this depraved serial rapist is

getting horny! Let’s see how battle-worthy your bimbo army really is! If they

lose, I fuck them all on film while you watch!" Warlock said with a wicked grin,

an energy bolt leaving his hand and hitting the floor in front of him.

Marlena Squires, Francis Cooper and Geena Derringer appeared before them. They

looked ghastly pale and had a dull, empty look in their eyes.

"I present to you my flesh puppets. If anything, Dragon Queen’s given me a few

ideas in her failed attempt to get her funds unfrozen from prison. You may be

able to slice and dice my scorpions, blast my Paramorphs to paste and dilute my

slime creatures to death; but will you risk three innocent lives to simply get

to me?" Warlock said, smiling smugly.

Sullivan smiled.

"Ladies, maneuver 2B from our playbook, adapted to our situation; Sara, follow

our lead." Sullivan said.

The zombified Marlena Squires, Francis Cooper and Geena Derringer lurched

towards them. They were greeted with powerful Styx water streams, helping them

fight off Warlock’s mind control. Taking advantage of the diversion, Ms. Americana, Got Gal, Omega Woman and Wolf Woman dropped their Super Soakers and rushed Warlock who stared in disbelief.

"What? As if your prior feeble attempts at physically beating me ever

worked…OOOFFF!" Warlock said, getting the wind knocked out of him by a stiff

karate kick to the gut by Ms. Americana.

The casting couch fell backwards from the force of the impact, Warlock rolling

off it, stunned. Wolf Woman grabbed the overturned couch and tossed it aside.

"Surprised puke-face?" Ms. Americana said, picking him off the floor before he

could regroup and tossing him to Got Gal, who greeted him with a knee in the

crotch.

Warlock collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain and dry retching, unable to

maintain his mind control of Marlena Squires, Francis Cooper and Geena

Derringer, or to conjure any of his magic or alien technology due to the

intensity of the pain. Omega Woman picked him up, turning him upside down.

"Say Wolf Woman, is this the way you do a body slam?" She asked, slamming

Warlock to the floor.

Warlock drew in a painful gasp, trying to catch his breath.

my breath…" He thought disjointedly.

Marlena Squires, Francis Cooper and Geena Derringer dropped to their knees,

soaking wet and confused. Wolf Woman scooped Warlock off the floor.

"That was close Omega Woman, but a body slam is actually like this." Wolf Woman

said, hoisting Warlock higher up in the air and then executing a picture perfect

body slam.

Warlock’s lips moved with no sound coming out, wanting to say "Enough, I

"I see, more elevation, more velocity on the slam! Nice demonstration Wolf

Woman!" Omega Woman said, smiling, hands on her hips.

"Come closer Got Chick, I’m sure you also have a bone to pick with that Vegan

menace!" Ms. Americana said, looking at Got Chick with a smirk.

Smiling and seeing a chance at vindication, Got Chick slipped off her Super

Soaker’s backpack tank and put her Styx water weapon on the carpeted floor.

"Indeed I do…Got Gal and I were out of action for a full year no thanks to his

aphrodisiac anesthetic! Thank God a very good friend figured out an antidote!"

Got Chick said, referring to the Wade Enterprises anti-anesthesia pills but not

wanting to clue–in Warlock.

"Antidote? Those dimwitted bimbos? Impossible!" Warlock thought, still

struggling to get air in his lungs.

"Pick the green son of a bitch up, I don’t want to kick him while he’s down!"

Got Chick said, assuming position for a classic Karate kick.

Ms. Americana and Got Gal picked up Warlock by the arms and forced him to his

feet as Omega Woman and Wolf Woman stood by nodding their approval. Got Chick’s

leg swooped forward, her white-booted right foot connecting with Warlock’s jaw.

Knocked half-unconscious, Warlock collapsed; a limp deadweight in Ms. Americana

and Got Gal’s hands.

"Awesome kick Got Chick, perfect form, right on target, full kimé, plain

awesomeness!" Azure Angel said, smiling.

"Thanks Azz…I’m glad my technique is improving! And I must admit, that felt

pretty damn good; Flag Girl was right: kicking the crap out of a sexual

assailant is very therapeutic!" Got Chick said, with a relieved look on her

face.

Ms. Americana and Got Gal dropped Warlock back to the floor.

"Think he’s had enough girls?" Sullivan asked.

Just at that moment, the elevator doors opened again.

"I do not know if as you say, he has had enough, but that will do for now my

children…while you do have things well in hand, I have a vested interest in dear

old Alpheus." A feminine voice said as it exited the elevator.

All turned around. Flag Girl, Special Agent Chris Townshend and an attractive

older woman, dressed in a cloak; toga and sandals had stepped out of the

elevator. Sullivan smiled.

"Townshend, Flag Girl, your timing couldn’t be more perfect! The lovely Artemis

I presume? I hope your trip was comfortable your Excellency!" Sullivan asked.

"Indeed young man, indeed it was…I still cannot get over how much I have missed

flattery during my exile!" Artemis said, smiling as she walked among them.

She stopped right in front of Warlock, who still struggled to catch his breath.

"So that’s what escapees from Tartarus look like? You are quite a sight

Alpheus, but not necessarily a nice one. You may look different but you still

smell the same. The smell of jealousy, lust, envy and deceit." Artemis said,

with more than a hint of disdain in her voice.

She placed her sandal-clad right foot on his chest and shook him, snapping him back

into consciousness, gasping and coughing.

"Well? Won’t you even stand up to greet me? All of that grief, chaos and mayhem

over the centuries caused by your insatiable lust, yet you can’t even muster

enough strength to stand?" Artemis said.

Warlock slowly got to his feet, legs shaking, wheezing loudly.

"Not, gasp, not quite, dearest… gasp, Orion’s death should have, gasp, been

judged by Zeus, not you…you, wheeze, went over Zeus’ head…" Warlock said.

"Your final sentence would have been up to me to decide regardless once Zeus had

deemed you guilty. You murdered my true love. You deserved your fate." Artemis

said, her voice taking an angry edge.

"Orion’s death was, wheeze, accidental, gasp, don’t you get that?" Warlock said.

"His head was smashed in! Then you shot an arrow through his heart, one of my

arrows! How was that an accident?" Artemis said, in a mixture of anger and

grief.

"He…wheeze, he confronted me, gasp, began throwing punches at me! I…wheeze, I

loved you, gasp, so badly; I was, gasp, already so angry that you were his!

So…wheeze, after he landed a few punches on my face, I shoved him back…he…he

fell and smashed, gasp, his head on a rock…" Warlock said, chest rising with

every labored breath.

"You loved me so much? Great Hera, what brand of poisonous love do you

practice? Don’t you think I know that you tried to frame me for his murder by

shooting my own arrow into his chest? That’s what you have the gall to call

love?" Artemis shouted in a sobbing voice.

"You…wheeze, had rejected me for him. While I only intended to, gasp, defend

myself when, wheeze, Orion confronted me… I became consumed with anger, jealousy

and revenge…the valiant Artemis, gasp, suspected of murdering her own

lover…wanna talk ultimate revenge?" Warlock said, every breath a stabbing pain,

but still mustering a wicked grin.

"I’m glad I fucked Hades! It was worth it to see you expedited to Tartarus! My

only mistake was to go into exile after the fact! Had I remained on Olympus, I

would have been able to perform this one last hunt as soon as I learned about

your escape!" Artemis hissed, pulling an object out of her cloak.

She put her left arm around Warlock and plunged the hidden object- one of her

arrows- into his chest with her right hand, twisting it for good measure.

"TO TARTARUS WITH YOU! I SWORE I WOULD PIERCE YOUR BLACK HEART WITH ONE OF MY ARROWS THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO! THE CIRCLE IS FINALLY COMPLETE! DIE! DIE! DIE! AND NEVER COME BACK!" Artemis screamed, as Warlock collapsed in her arms.

She dropped his agonizing body to the studio floor and for a split second, they

all witnessed the spiritual manifestations of Enyo and Belial seizing Alpheus’

dark soul and dragging him back to the Dark Dimension, leaving his beaten and

stabbed body an empty shell. They looked at each other, an uncomfortable

silence falling upon them. Warlock – Alpheus’ body crumbled to dust on the

floor, as if he had actually been dead for all of those centuries since his

reincarnation.

"Okay, I guess we should advise Officer DaSilva that the danger is past…and that

our friends Marlena Squires, Francis Cooper and Geena Derringer may need medical

attention." Sullivan said.

"I’ll say, they seem to be catatonic." Townshend said.

"My work here is done…though I do not think returning to Lesbos is such a good

idea; I have missed out on so much." Artemis said, sighing.

"There is a rumor that many surviving Olympians live in anonymity your

Excellency. If you wish, you can do the same." Flag Girl said.

"That sounds great…locating them though…" Artemis said.

"You leave that to us your Excellency, in the same way we managed to find you on

Lesbos, we can attempt to locate your siblings." Townshend said.

"Until then, you are welcome to reside in one of the sleeping quarters converted

to suites on the top floor of She-Legion HQ your Excellency!" Ms. Americana

said, smiling.

"A tempting offer…my great-great-grandniece? I probably missed many generations

but…many of you lovely girls share gorgeous traits similar to those of my slutty

sister’s!" Artemis said, smiling.

"Thanks…I think?" Omega Woman said.

"I have to ask… Sully…maneuver 2B from the playbook? Since when does the

She-Legion have playbook?" Sara Kraft said, with a curious frown.

"Actually, the playbook was Sully’s brainchild…" Jungle Babe said.

"But we all contributed to it. The basic Sullivan principals are to always have

backup and to look before you leap. We brainstormed several situations we’ve

once been thrown into and were defeated…and Quentin helped us find a solution."

Ms. Americana said, looking affectionately at him.

"Sullivan principles she says…anyway, in the case of hostages in jeopardy,

create a diversion with one half of the team while the other half handles the

assailant – that’s maneuver 2B." Sullivan said, chuckling.

After the mandatory briefing in HQ, Quentin Sullivan laid naked in the large

King Sized bed he shared with Brenda Wade in her primary residence, blindfolded.

"Be patient Quentin, don’t remove the blindfold until I tell you to!" Brenda

Wade said, from the bedroom entrance.

"What’s with the big secret? Since you asked me to lie down naked it’s safe to

assume we’re about to make love, what’s with the blindfold?" He asked.

"Feeling nervous Quentin? Remember how Hexanna said that keeping her eyes

closed enhanced her pleasure and added to the anticipation?" She replied.

"Yes on both counts and I love your surprises…though after you treated me to

that blowjob in the cockpit, I thought I’d be the one making it up to you!" He

said, smiling.

"Quentin, thanks to you I was able to get retribution against Warlock. In fact,

the list of She-Legionnaires he raped and humiliated were thoroughly vindicated

thanks to you. So I feel you deserve something special, Special Agent! Relax

and enjoy!" She said, in a sweet, seductive voice.

Hands, feminine, warm and smooth, caressed his muscular arms, chest and abdomen.

Sullivan exhaled, letting out an appreciative moan. A second pair of hands

joined in, caressing his freshly shaven cheeks, brushing his hair aside, and

then moved down to his legs, shins and feet, then back up to his groin, teasing

his erect cock. Sullivan smirked.

"A threesome Brenda? That is a nice surprise baby girl! Who’s our guest?" He

asked.

"Close, but no cigar Quentin, guess again!" Brenda said, her voice still

originating from the bedroom entrance.

"Wait a minute…your voice is coming from the bedroom door, who’s in bed with

me?" He asked, reaching for his blindfold.

One of the feminine hands caressing him grabbed him by the wrist, keeping him

from pulling his blindfold off.

"The surprise is a foursome Quentin! And you get to remove the blindfold once

you guess who our guests are!" Brenda said, walking closer to the bed.

"Wow I…I hope I don’t disappoint! Delaying orgasm is already hard in a

threesome, but in a foursome…" Quentin said, his body covering in goose bumps.

"Hexanna gave us a way to restore your self control, remember? Moderate pressure

on your trapezius restores your focus!" Brenda said.

"Yeah, that does work…but don’t I get a hint as far as who our guests are?"

Quentin asked.

"Use your senses first; see if you can recognize either one. You can touch,

smell, taste… remember, if I’m involved, I don’t consider it cheating! If you

still need a hint after that, I’ll give you one." Brenda said, climbing in bed

with them, getting horny as she observed them.

Quentin reached up on each side to touch their faces. He felt their silky manes

of hair, the warm, smooth skin of their foreheads, noses and cheeks. The girl

on his left began sucking his thumb while the girl on his right guided his hand

on her warm, firm tits.

"Nice and sensual, but not much of a hint either way: every She-Legionnaire has

a scorching hot body!" Quentin said, pre-cum oozing from his cock.

The two guests looked at Brenda with a smile.

"Okay, here’s another hint, girls, each take a turn kissing him!" Brenda said,

smiling.

"Only if you also take a turn Brenda…see if I can tell your kiss from theirs

blindfolded!" Quentin said, smirking.

"Deal!" Brenda said excitedly.

They each took a turn, kissing him passionately, gigantic tits pressing against

his thick, muscular chest, tongues parting his lips for a short but sensual game

of tongue tag. They all sat back, grinning, waiting for his answer.

"Okay, Brenda, you went second. You have a unique way to exhale and moan quietly

when we kiss, and even blindfolded there’s no mistaking the affection in your

kisses." He said.

The girls looked at each other gape-mouthed.

"Impressive! What about who was on first and on third?" Brenda asked.

"Don’t go all Abbott and Costello on me Brenda! The third kiss was a carbon

copy of the one I got in the boardroom when we were putting the teams together.

Sara Kraft is one of the mystery guests." Quentin said, chuckling.

Sara Kraft laughed good-heartedly.

"Good tactile memory Sully! I nearly blurted out ‘Oh no you don’t!’ when you

reached for your blindfold!" She said.

"Now the first kiss is a bit more of a challenge…it was shy and unsure at first

but then it became more passionate and almost overpowering. I tasted spearmint

and bergamot on that tongue and on those lips…natural flavors. I’ve confirmed

that Sara’s here…and based on the little show that resulted in my Mile High Club

blowjob…I will take an educated guess and say that the first one to kiss me was

Jungle Babe." Sullivan said.

"You may take your blindfold off Sully, your deductive skills are flawless!"

Jungle Babe said, impressed.

Sullivan removed his blindfold, smiling.

"My sex life certainly has never been boring with you Brenda! But I thought you

were only into girls Jungle Babe?" Sullivan asked.

"Dana, please call me Dana, after all we’re about to become intimate aren’t we

Sully? As far as preferring girls, I’m actually bisexual with lesbian dominant

tendencies, but you’re exactly the type of guy I wouldn’t mind having sex with

Sully; you’re a nice guy on top of being cute." Jungle Babe said, with a coy

smile.

"Dana? You and Flag Girl have the same first name!" He said.

"Yeah, except I’m McQueen and she’s King! King and McQueen, sounds like a song

doesn’t it?" She said, smiling.

"Well Ms McQueen, I feel privileged that you decided to reveal your true name to

me!" Sullivan said, smiling.

"On your stomach mister, time for a bit of accupressure for your sexual stamina!"

Brenda said, grinning.

Quentin complied, smiling. Brenda straddled the small of his back as she exerted

the right amount of pressure, just between the point of pleasure and pain. He

could feel Brenda’s love juices oozing from her tight pussy onto the small of

his back.

"Okay, so how shall we proceed? Due to obvious reasons I should cum last, but

this is my first foursome, I’m not sure where to start!" He said, scratching his

head, smiling.

"How about this, Sara and I have made love with you, Dana hasn’t…how about we

combine forces to pleasure her?" Brenda suggested.

"A splendid idea! Lie on your back sweetie, I take your right tit, Brenda takes

your left tit, Sully takes your pussy; how does that sound?’ Sara said,

grinning.

"It sounds delicious! Don’t go too crazy though okay?" Dana asked as she lay on

her back, spreading her legs open.

"Don’t worry, I only get rough if I’m asked!" Quentin said, kneeling between her

open legs as Brenda and Sara lay on their stomach, flanking Dana so they could

suck on her nipples.

They each grabbed a massive tit with a gentle but firm grip and proceeded

sucking on Dana’s rock-hard nipples.

"Ohhhh that’s intense!" Dana said, placing her right arm around Sara’s shoulders

and her left arm around Brenda’s.

Quentin leaned forward and kissed her again, tasting the spearmint and bergamot

off her lips and tongue. Her eyes were closed in heavenly bliss, enjoying every

second.

"Hmm…are you going to fuck me now Sully?" She asked, in a begging voice.

"In a minute…" He said, lying on his stomach between her legs.

Her pubis wasn’t very naturally hairy, but the small patch of short hair present

was honey blonde.

"Carpet matches the drapes, just like the other Dana…" Quentin thought, bringing

his mouth to her pussy lips, and giving them a nice sensual lick.

"AH!" Dana gasped.

He took her clit between his lips, sucking it gently, covering it with saliva,

and teasing entry with his tongue. He then began licking her up and down from

her pink anus to her clit; up and down again and again bringing her ever so

close to orgasm.

"Oh yeah…OH YEAH…" Dana exclaimed in a quivering voice.

"You taste good you know that?" Quentin said in a low, breathy voice that made

her gasp.

"Stick it in me Sully…pleaaassseee stick it in me! I want to feel a cock that

gives me pleasure for a change!" Dana begged, panting heavily.

Quentin looked at Brenda. She was, after all, the woman he loved, and

penetrating another girl without her go-ahead felt wrong to him.

"Do it baby, don’t torture her like this!" Brenda said, smiling, massaging

Dana’s fleshy left tit with both hands, flicking her tongue on her nipple.

"He needs permission…he’s too sweet!" Sara said, following Brenda’s lead on

Dana’s right tit.

"All right then…" Quentin said, kneeling again between Dana’s legs.

He pointed his cock towards Dana’s wet vulva and exhaled slowly as he slid it

in.

"UUUNNNGGGHHH…I think I just came…" Dana grunted, as the multiple stimuli

brought her to an unexpectedly quick orgasm.

"You only think you came? We better be sure!" Quentin said, grinning, building

up rhythm as he pumped his cock into her wet pussy.

"UUHH! UUHH! UHH! OH YEAH! OH YEAAAH!" Dana shouted with every thrust, as her vagina and breasts were heavily stimulated, a second orgasm building up within

her.

"Oh yeah Dana, go for it! I wanna be sure you’re satisfied!" Quentin moaned.

"Here, let me help!" Sara said, letting go of Dana’s breast and moving her mouth

to her pussy.

She began licking Dana’s clit as Quentin pumped into her, while Brenda was now

kneading Dana’s voluptuous breasts and French-kissing her.

"OH YEAH! OH YEAHH! OH DON’T ANYBODY STOP I’M CUMMIIIIIIING!" She shrieked, in prey of her second orgasm.

Trembling, Dana pushed Sara’s head away from her clit.

"S-stop…please…let me catch my breath…" She said, breathing hard.

"Are you sure you came now?" Quentin asked.

"Positive Sully, that was great!" Dana said, smiling.

Brenda and Sara moved aside as Dana sat up with Quentin’s hard dick still deep

within her pussy. She grabbed him by the face, looking deep into his eyes. She

kissed his lips several times, kisses so gentle and sweet they felt like a

butterfly’s wings brushing against his lips.

"Okay, I take it you enjoyed it! It’s okay to be thankful but don’t overdo it!"

Brenda said, tongue in cheek.

Dana smiled, pulled Brenda closer and kissed her too. She then reached for Sara

and also kissed her, enjoying every second that Quentin’s dick remained within

her.

"Flag Girl and Hexanna have been talking you know…I secretly felt envious…but

they’re so right: Sully gives, he doesn’t take. He makes sure he satisfies you,

doesn’t only think of his selfish pleasure…agreed Sara and you helped a lot with

my orgasm; but…this is going to sound silly, but this is the first pleasurable

heterosexual orgasm I’ve ever had!" Dana said, leaning back to allow Quentin to

slide out of her.

"I know what you mean, the orgasms I would get when Ms. Americana got

overpowered and sexually assaulted left me feeling demeaned and humiliated…dirty

in a non kinky way." Brenda said.

"Exactly, this was consensual, gentle and passionate at the same time. I

actually felt good going into it, not just when I orgasmed if that makes any

sense." Dana said, smiling.

"Shall we flip a coin to see who goes next?" Sara asked, smirking.

"I have an idea if you’re both cool with it: how about you do a 69 across the

bed and I can do the girl on top doggy-style and the girl at the bottom

missionary?" Quentin suggested.

"Well…I’m hetero, but as Quentin can vouch, in the heat of the moment I’m pretty

open minded! I’m in!" Brenda said, grinning, lying down on her back.

"I’m also bi…hetero dominant in my case. And I’m fully aware of Sully’s

capabilities…twist my rubber arm!" Sara said with a mischievous smirk, lying on

top of Brenda.

Brenda wrapped her arms around the small of Sara’s back as their tongues began

to sensually circle each other’s labia and clit; cooing with delight.

Quentin and Dana sat side by side, soaking in the sight.

"Breathtakingly sensual…" He said, with an expression of child-like wonder on

his face.

"I’d even venture to say glorious…" Dana added, also enjoying the show.

Quentin turned his head to look at her and Dana stole a quick kiss, snickering.

"I saw that…" Brenda said, temporarily interrupting her lip service.

"C’m on Brenda, can you blame her? You’re aware of Sully’s charm!" Sara said.

"Sure do…and this foursome was my idea after all, fair’s fair!" Brenda replied,

snickering, as they resumed their 69.

Quentin nodded, and positioned himself between Brenda’s legs.

"Regardless my love, I feel I need to reiterate my love to you!" He said,

smiling, as he slid his cock into Brenda’s hot, dripping wet pussy, nice and

slow.

"Unngh yeahhh…that teasingly slow penetration of yours!" Brenda grunted, having

a hard time keeping up with Sara’s cunnilingus.

"Now, now my love, let’s not neglect our guest! Don’t stop eating her out!"

Quentin teasingly said as he pumped his hips gradually faster.

Brenda tightened her grip around the small of Sara’s back, burying her face in

her pussy with a muffled "HMPF!"

"OH!" Sara exclaimed out of surprise.

Sara looked over her shoulder, then up at Quentin with her mouth wide open,

speechless from the intensity of the sensations Brenda was giving her. Dana

looked on, playing with her nipples with her left hand and touching her clit

with her right.

Quentin put his right hand on the top of Sara’s head and gently pushed it back

down, hinting at her that she should resume licking Brenda’s clit. She

complied, alternating between Brenda’s clit and the shaft of Quentin’s cock as

he pumped in and out.

"Oh yeah, nice touch there Sara!" Quentin moaned, pumping increasingly faster

"Hmmm Brenda that tongue of yours…I’m so close…" Sara said in a whiney voice.

"Go gasp go for it hmmm sweetie…gasp…don’t st-ah! Don’t stop licking while, oooh

while Quentin f…ah…fucks me! I’m about to…to C-C-C…OH GOD I’M CUMMIIIIIIING!" Brenda shouted, her body shaking and her hips thrusting violently forward.

Quentin thrust his cock deep in her as she came, in an effort not to shoot his

load prematurely. Sara soon reached an orgasm of her own.

"OH BRENDA THAT WICKED TONGUE OF YOURS IS MAKING ME CUUUUUMMMM!" She shouted, her body buckling up and then going limp on top of Brenda’s.

Quentin pulled out of Brenda and Sara smiled, grabbed his cock and sucked it.

"Whoa, intense!" Quentin said.

"I couldn’t pass up the opportunity of tasting both you and Brenda at the same

time!" Sara said.

"I’m multi orgasmic, don’t stop flicking that tongue while Quentin fucks you

Sara!" Brenda said, grinning.

Quentin moved to the other side of the bed and knelt behind Sara, near Brenda’s

head. Biting her lower lip, Dana joined them, reaching around Sara’s body to

spread her buttocks apart, giving Quentin a good view. He chuckled and slid his

cock in Sara’s pussy, nice and deep.

"Ohhhh…I didn’t remember your dick being that big…" Sara grunted, massaging

Brenda’s pussy with her right hand.

"I’m no bigger than I was then kid…Dana moving those fleshy butt cheeks of yours

out of the way may explain why I feel bigger…" Quentin said, unable to resist

teasing her.

Brenda and Dana giggled.

"Hey! Are you insinuating I have a fat ass?" Sara said in mock annoyance.

"Dana, spank her?" He said.

Giggling, Dana complied, taking a swat at Sara’s right buttock.

"AH! You remember I enjoy spanking! Naughty boy!" Sara said.

"Stop neglecting my girlfriend’s pussy and eat her out!" Quentin said in a

commanding voice.

"Yes Sully, yes!" Sara said excitedly, resuming her lip service to Brenda.

"So Sara has a bit of a submissive side! Good to know!" Dana said, smirking,

giving Sara’s buttocks a firm squeeze as Quentin increased his cadence.

Brenda increased the cadence of her tongue against Sara’s clit, watching

Quentin’s balls dangling above her head.

together I’m so over stimulated!" Brenda thought.

"Oh yeah Brenda right there…for a hetero you sure know the spot!" Sara yelped.

"Well I am a woman, that spot feels good to me too!" Brenda said, feeling

Sara’s love juice dripping down into her face.

"Lick her asshole Dana, let’s make her orgasm real explosive!" Quentin said,

looking at Dana.

Dana grinned, giving Sara’s ass another stiff swat as Quentin still pumped into

her pussy.

"AH! You bitch!" Sara said, and then resuming her licking of Brenda’s pussy,

enjoying the spanking more than she was willing to admit.

"Just a little warning of what’s gonna happen if you fart while I’m licking

you!" Dana said, pulling Sara’s buttocks apart again.

She brought her face closer to Sara’s ass, glad that Quentin was leaning back to

avoid hitting her face with his abs as he fucked Sara doggy style. She stuck

her tongue out and began flicking her tongue on Sara’s anus.

"Oh yeah…oh yeah! OH GOD THATS IT I’M GONNA CUUUUUMM!" Sara shouted, overtaken with simultaneous orgasms.

Wanting Brenda to cum with her, Sara began sucking on Brenda’s clit,

finger-fucking her with her right hand’s middle and ring fingers.

"Hmmm yes Sara LIKE THAT! LIKE THAT! CUMMING AGAINNN!" Brenda screamed.

Sara moved to roll onto her back next to Brenda, prompting Quentin to pull out

of her. Panting heavily, Brenda and Sara smiled.

"Please invite me the next time you want to surprise Sully Brenda…I think I’m

enjoying this as much as he is!" Sara said, staring at the ceiling with a

blissful look on her face.

"Don’t you believe it whip girl! I have a massive orgasm building up thanks to

you fine ladies!" Quentin said, grinning.

"And I can guarantee you there’ll be plenty of cum to go around when he does!"

Brenda said, rolling onto her side to look at Quentin.

came…let’s see if I can’t finesse my way into another orgasm…" Sara thought.

"Not that I’m complaining, but you both came twice and I only came the one

time…I realize that Sully’s resistance has its limits but…" Dana said, with a

pout on her lips.

"Aw man, look at that sweet face…permission to give her another orgasm Brenda?"

Quentin asked.

Brenda giggled.

"Of course baby! If you still have the stamina for it, go for it while Sara and

I rest!" Brenda said, smiling.

"Thanks Brenda, you’re the best! Sully, could you do me doggy-style?" Dana

said, looking excited.

"As you wish Blondie!" Quentin said, in a gentle voice.

"I know by your body language that you’re about to erupt Quentin, warn us when

you’re going to cum, we’ll huddle up real close and you can let us all have it!"

Brenda said.

"Your wish is my command!" Quentin said, as Dana assumed position on all fours.

He knelt behind her, squeezed her firm buttocks and spread them apart, making

Dana gasp.

"Hm, I didn’t realize that felt so nice!" Dana said.

"Don’t tease her Sully, give it to her!" Sara said, grinning.

Quentin moved his hands to her waist and once again, used the slow, teasing

penetration, making Dana moan loudly.

"Hmm yeah…so good…I was masturbating while you were doing Brenda and Sara…I’m

right on the fence…fuck me hard and fast Sully, knock me over the edge!" Dana

said, in a sexy, husky voice.

Quentin grabbed her by the waist with a firm grip and obliged, building up

rhythm, gradually fucking her harder and faster.

"Oh…oh…OH…OH…OH YEAH SULLYYYY!" Dana screamed blissfully as her third orgasm tore through her body like an out of control freight train.

"Sully, gasp, Sully…don’t hold back, it’s your turn to cum! Cum! CUM!" Dana

said in a squeaky voice, egging him on.

Brenda and Sara knelt up side by side, knowing that the money shot was near.

"Oh yeah I’m about to!" Quentin grunted, pulling out of Dana, who got to her

knees and joined Brenda and Sara, facing him.

Brenda put one arm around Sara’s shoulders and her other arm around Dana’s,

pulling them closer so that their cheeks were touching. Quentin stood up and

without really aiming, fired 7 or 8 cum shots hitting the girls on their faces,

hair and tits.

"Whoa, you weren’t kidding Brenda!" Dana said, wiping the cum off her face.

"Told ya!" Brenda said, snickering.

"Baby, that was…awesome…" Quentin said, feeling dizzy.

His ears began ringing and his eyes rolled back into his skull. He collapsed

next to them in bed, a heavy mass, making them bounce on the mattress. Vaguely,

he could hear "Oh my God, Quentin!" as he passed out.

Conclusion

She-Legion infirmary, a few hours later; not quite a Hospital, but at least it

was the one place where Quentin Sullivan could get treatment without any

indiscreet questions. Waiting by his bed stood the worried Ms. Americana,

Jungle Babe and Sara Kraft.

"Well professor?" Ms. Americana asked.

"ECG and CT scans normal. Blood pressure a bit high and while potassium levels

are lower than normal they’re not dangerously low. Our Agent Sullivan did not

have a heart attack." Professor Whirter said, looking over some screen prints.

"Well that’s a relief!" Jungle Babe said, worried that her insistence on having

an extra orgasm had given Sully a heart attack.

"What we’re looking at right now is a man who hasn’t had some time off for much

too long. A bad case of exhaustion if I’ve ever seen one. When was the last

time he took a vacation Ms. Americana? And I don’t mean the odd weekend off at

the cottage. I mean an actual uninterrupted 7 to 10 days of R and R." Professor

Whirter said, looking at Ms. Americana with a frown.

Ms. Americana sighed.

"Well, the FBI was riding him pretty hard for the past few weeks, and to be

candid, the crime rate has never allowed me to take time off, and Quentin tries

to spend as much time as possible with me." Ms. Americana said, feeling a slight

lump in her throat.

Professor Whirter gave her a sympathetic smile.

"My prescription: Brenda Wade needs to call her contact in Washington to lobby

the Bureau to strong arm your workaholic boyfriend to take some time off.

Brenda Wade might need to go incognito as to not jeopardize her staunch feminist

public image; but Mr. Sullivan needs you more than ever." Professor Whirter

said.

"I can do all of the above professor, but what about my post as Chairperson of

the She-Legion?" Ms. Americana asked.

"Got Gal or Lady Midnight are very capable and can temporarily fill in for you

while you take care of Sully. Special Agent Townshend can fill in for Sully

while he’s on the mend. We need a healthy Sully and a well rested Ms.

Americana; do it." Jungle Babe said.

Ms. Americana nodded, drawing in a deep breath.

"You’re right Jungle Babe, I’ll do it." Ms. Americana said, taking Sullivan’s

left hand in her red gloved left hand.

"Wonderful. I’ve given our Agent Sullivan a sedative, it should wear off in

about an hour. While coitus is not counter-indicated, I would refrain from

having any marathon orgies until he is fully healed." Professor Whirter said,

with an amused smirk.

They stared at him gape-mouthed as he exited Sullivan’s room.

"How on earth would he know this?" Sara Kraft asked, bemused.

"The more he dates Miss Réjeanne, the more he acts like her!" Jungle Babe said,

with a nod.

"Professor Whirter being able to read people like Réjeanne Boudreau…Heaven help

us! Well then, I have a few phone calls to make, a replacement to name and a

vacation to organize; I had better get busy!" Ms. Americana said.

She kissed Quentin’s lips and they left the Infirmary room, allowing him to

rest.

The end