Ms Americana Fanfic

The Theseus Task– By Comix_Fana

Mythology, Religion and Sci-Fi collide in this one; so purists need not apply, this is fiction dudes and dudettes! Take it for what it is; a work of erotic fiction. Mr X’s last Halloween Comix had me scratching my head; how do we retrieve Omega Woman from the Dark Dimension – what we common mortals refer to as Hell? Here’s my take on it.

Prologue

Different time, different plane of existence

Chapter 1

A few weeks following the Spores Gambit

Special Agent Sullivan entered the She-Legion boardroom with a glum look on his face. While he wasn’t as close to Omega Woman as his She-Legion colleagues, he hated to be the bearer of bad news.

"No luck Quentin?" Ms Americana asked, sitting at the head of the boardroom table.

"I’m so sorry…I feel like I’ve failed you girls. Townshend and I requested a top priority global search for Omega Woman’s whereabouts from the Bureau…big fat goose egg." Sullivan said with a shrug; looking depressed.

"Don’t beat yourself up Sully; her disappearance wasn’t your fault. She’s obviously in hiding; either willfully or…un-willfully…I refuse to conceive that she might be dead." Azure Angel said; repressing a shiver.

Sullivan took his seat next to Ms Americana, who discretely patted him on the lap and kissed his cheek.

"She’s right Quentin; we came up with diddly squat ourselves. Don’t beat yourself up. We’ll figure it out…as a team." Ms Americana said.

Sullivan nodded, inhaling deeply.

"Okay ladies, so what do we know? What were Omega Woman’s last known coordinates?" Sullivan asked; staring at an indistinct point on the opposing boardroom wall.

"I recall that she was investigating a disturbance…" Nightraven said.

"Wasn’t it last September?" Lady Midnight asked.

"No, later than that I think…" Wolf Woman said.

"I agree with Wolf Woman…don’t we have any official records? Our memories are still fuzzy from our last adventure with Dragon Queen’s spores…" Jungle Babe asked.

"Allow me…" Got Gal said; standing up and walking to the boardroom’s computer.

She typed a few commands and struggled with a sense of anxiety as the results appeared on the LCD screen.

"Great Goddess of Got…figures…" Got Gal said; staring at the computer screen.

"Got Gal, what is it?" Got Chick asked.

"On the night she disappeared, Omega Woman was investigating a disturbance at coordinates matching those of the Nightmare House…the date…October 31^st…" Got Gal said; still feeling residual traumatism from her last encounter with the Nightmare Witch.

"Could the House have…swallowed Omega Woman along with the Nightmare Witch once the clock struck midnight?" Lady Midnight asked.

"Not very likely, the Nightmare Witch has a magical bond with the House, anyone else would be left on the empty grounds once November the 1^st comes around…unless she attempted to dispose of Omega Woman the same way she tried to with Ms Americana and Got Gal a few years ago…" Hexanna said.

"And I can bet you that sexual molestation from Halloween monsters was part of the treatment she received…poor Omega Woman!" Ms Americana said; feeling phantom pain in her anal area, triggered by memories of a certain Halloween night where a Werewolf conjured by the Nightmare Witch had ass-raped her.

Sullivan gave her gloved hand a comforting squeeze. She looked at him and smiled. After all, it was thanks to his efforts that she and Got Gal had been rescued.

"Great Liberty, I love that man so much!" She thought.

"We need some supernatural assistance here, to figure out exactly what happened that night and how to rescue Omega Woman if she can be rescued…I’m sorry if the concept feels uncomfortable girls, but we need to prepare ourselves for all eventualities; even the worst." Sullivan said, in one breath.

"I know you’re right Sully…but it doesn’t make it any easier to take." Flag Girl said.

"A seeing-eye cauldron ritual would be of tremendous help in finding out what happened that night and where Omega Woman was taken; but I lack the appropriate ingredients, and our friend Réjeanne is far more experienced than I…besides, I have this nagging intuition that we’ll need all the help we can get." Hexanna said.

"Good call Hexanna. Perhaps we could pay her a visit in Bayou County, and I have a feeling that your combined powers definitely won’t go amiss." Sullivan said.

"I’ll call the airport and get Brenda Wade’s private jet ready." Ms Americana said; standing up.

"I’ll make reservations for a hover craft." Sullivan said; pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Would you mind if I tagged along? I missed seeing Réjeanne when she came to Delta City and I would love to see her again…plus, that Seeing Eye cauldron sounds intriguing." Flag Girl said.

"I wouldn’t mind at all, unless Quentin has any objections…" Ms Americana said; smiling.

"None, I’m sure Réjeanne will be happy to see you. I’d love for the whole gang to come along but her shack in the swamp isn’t very big; and we’ll need you gals to hold the fort." Sullivan said; smiling.

"No worries Sully; we’ll mind the fort. Do buzz us as soon as you have news from Omega Woman." Azure Angel said.

Sullivan nodded, and everyone stood up, as the meeting was adjourned.

Chapter 2

Several months earlier, November 1^st, in the Dark Dimension realm

Sitting on a tall chair that fearful mortals referred to as his throne; Lucifer brooded; lost in thought.

"Halloween, how I loathe it…every year, some mortal with delusions of grandeur decides to turn to the Dark Arts and conjure a demon in hopes of infinite power…the poor deluded fools don’t realize that they’re actually opening an exit from this prison, allowing a Damned to escape and putting themselves and the innocent in serious danger." Lucifer thought, morosely.

The sound of familiar footsteps caught his attention. He looked up and smiled; remnants of his former beauty gracing his face.

"The incubus has been cast to the chamber of sins as you commanded Master. He will be tormented by the root of his sins: lust… sultry women will taunt him and tease him endlessly; refusing to satisfy him." Belial said.

"And he is shackled?" Lucifer asked.

"As you commanded Master. He will be quite incapable to touch himself for self-satisfaction." Belial replied.

"Well done…lovely Enyo, what of our mortal visitors?" Lucifer asked.

"They have been placed in suspended animation as you commanded Master. I attempted to erase the memory of the righteous one, that Omega Woman, but her will is strong and stubborn." Enyo said.

Lucifer sighed.

"We can only hope that she dismisses the entire experience as a vivid nightmare…or represses the memory altogether." Lucifer said; rubbing his temples.

"Speaking of nightmares Master; the Nightmare Witch has been sentenced to relive the memories of fornicating with the incubus and of being dragged to the Dark Dimension...a fitting punishment until she is returned to the realm of mortals." Enyo said.

Lucifer nodded.

"Well done lovely Enyo. Now I want you and Belial to guard their chamber and protect them from the Damned." Lucifer commanded.

"As you command…however…with respect Master…" Belial said.

"Is something troubling you, old companion?" Lucifer asked.

"You honor me Master. I understand that the just and righteous Omega Woman must be protected and eventually returned to her world, but why the wicked one?" Belial asked.

"They were dragged to our realm in their mortal form. Neither one has crossed over or been judged by our Lord. We can keep neither one here…and I am worried. This incident could jeopardize our only chance at Mercy and Salvation …" Lucifer said.

"It was not your doing Master, that wicked Nightmare Witch is responsible. She brought that fate upon herself, and dragged an innocent with her." Enyo said.

Lucifer nodded, indulging in a rare smile.

"Indeed…you are truly a ray of sunshine in this forsaken place lovely Enyo. And while I appreciate your moral support, I need some time to think…returning those two to the realm of mortals poses a dilemma: if we open another portal, we risk more escapees." Lucifer said.

Belial frowned; rendering his goat-like features even harder to behold. Memories of events centuries, nay, millennia old were resurfacing; giving him a glimmer of hope.

"With respect Master…as you recall, there have been instances where the righteous have managed to cross over to our realm; courageous souls who have braved temptation and fear to rescue loved ones they felt were unjustly cast in the Dark Dimension." Belial said.

Lucifer turned his attention to his servant and second in command. Those events had occurred such a long time ago that they felt like a dream; a vague memory.

"Their love saved them…and in those instances Holy powers allowed them in and back out without any unwanted escapees." Lucifer said; pensively.

He sighed, shaking his head.

"All we can do is hope that there is at least one righteous soul, free of greed, lust or fear willing to make that journey…our very sight can render the average human mad. Now carry out your duties." Lucifer said.

Belial and Enyo bowed. They made their way to the chamber where Omega Woman and the Nightmare Witch were being held in suspended animation to stand guard.

Chapter 3

Present time, Hoodoo Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau’s Swamp Shack

After an uneventful trip to Bayou County, Special Agent Quentin Sullivan, Brenda Wade, Dana King and the woman known as Hexanna stepped off the hovercraft and onto the small patch of dry land on which Hoodoo Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau’s shack was built.

"Of course you realize we could have saved precious time if you had let me magically transport us here." Hexanna said.

"The trip wasn’t that long Hexanna; besides, instant transportation makes me feel queasy, no offence intended." Sullivan said; looking sheepish.

"None taken Sully, I sometimes forget not everyone is an initiate to the Magic Arts. I bet that Dana and Brenda also share the same symptoms as you!" Hexanna said; smiling.

"In a pinch I don’t mind; but too often would be a bit much for my stomach." Brenda said.

"Ditto for me Hexanna, I didn’t want to say anything ‘cause I was worried the rest of the She-Legion would think I’m a wimp…but if tough guy Sully and Brenda are in the same boat…" Dana said; blushing.

Hexanna chuckled as Sullivan stepped on the porch. He knocked on the door.

"Réjeanne Boudreau, es-tu là?" Sullivan called.

"Oué, juss a second, I’m in da gahden at da back!" Réjeanne’s voice replied.

"It’s Sully and friends chère, we’ll come join you at the back!" Sullivan replied; smiling.

Brenda, Dana and Hexanna followed Sullivan around the shack and towards Réjeanne Boudreau’s garden. She was on her knees, pulling weeds from her carrot patch, barefoot and with a straw hat covering her head. A plain hemp apron covered her top and shorts, a pink paisley cotton t shirt and her trademark khakis. She looked up and smiled, recognizing her friends. She stood up, dusting her hands on her shorts.

"Welcome mah friends! Forgive mah appearance, but dis gahden o’ mine need a bit o’ Miss Réjeanne’s special touch!" She said smiling.

Sullivan hugged her, not caring that her hands were dirty.

"You silly man, I dirty yo’ nice suit!" She said; giggling.

"It’s an old suit and dirt washes off!" Sullivan said; smiling, kissing his old friend on the cheek.

"He’s right Réjeanne, come here!" Brenda said, smiling; hugging her next.

"Ah Brenda Wade, you be such a sweet gal! And little Dana, t’s so nice to see you again!" Réjeanne said; releasing the hug she had with Brenda Wade and opening her arms to hug Dana.

"So nice to see you too Réjeanne, I was so upset I didn’t get to see you when you came to Delta City!" Dana said; returning Réjeanne’s hug.

Réjeanne looked Dana in the eyes and grinned.

"I see mah prediction came true! Wat’s his name petite?" Réjeanne asked; smiling.

"Chris, his name is Chris Réjeanne, one of Sully’s colleagues…you were right; the man of my dreams was closer than I thought." Dana replied; smiling.

"Heh! Heh! Heh! Réjeanne she knows don’t she?" Réjeanne said; giggling.

Releasing that hug, Réjeanne noticed Hexanna standing next to Sullivan.

"Greetings, High Priestess." Hexanna said; humbly.

"What’s wit all da ‘High Priestess’ fuss there Hexanna? We be friends, you wuz calling me by name not so long ago, I espect ya to do it again!" Réjeanne said; opening her arms for Hexanna.

They hugged.

"Yes Réjeanne, we’re friends…but you’re also my better in the Magic Arts, and you command respect." Hexanna said; smiling.

"Sully’ll tell ya petite; ole Réjeanne never been much fo’ ceremony. C’m on everybody, less go inside; I fix us some tea…I see y’all need Réjeanne’s Magical help yes?" Réjeanne said; leading them indoors.

"Yes old friend, your gift to read people is right on the money…one of our friends has gone missing." Sullivan said.

"A seeing-eye cauldron ritual would be the ticket. I don’t have the necessary ingredients in Delta City and quite frankly, you’re more experienced than I." Hexanna said.

They entered the shack through the back door and sat around the table.

"Don’t sell yourself short petite; you be a gifted Enchantress. But rega’dless I be thankful for yo’ company and I be glad to help…but tell me Brenda…is ole Reginald behavin’ himself around you fahne lookin’ ladies?" Hexanna asked; with a wink.

Brenda chuckled.

"Thanks to you, Professor Whirter is a new man; focused and very detail-minded. And he’s always a perfect gentleman around us…though I must say; he misses you and is looking forward to his next vacation!" Brenda said.

Réjeanne Boudreau smiled, looking sheepish.

"Ah yes…sweet old Reggie…tell him I miss him too and can’t wait fo’ dat trip to Bermuda he done promise me!" She said.

"I’ll relay the message Réjeanne, I promise." Brenda said; smiling.

"Okay, whadya all say we save the tea fo’ after…Hexanna, ya know da drill, care to help me wit da ritual?" Réjeanne said; standing up.

Nodding, Hexanna also stood up.

"It would be an honor and a privilege!" Hexanna said.

"Prepare da fire petite, Réjeanne take care o’ fillin’ dat ole cauldron wit water!" Réjeanne said; carrying her small cauldron to the indoor water pump.

Hexanna tossed a few logs with kindling in the hearth and started the fire by snapping her fingers.

"Hey there young lady; no showin’ off in front of yer elders y’ hear?" Réjeanne Boudreau said; offering a wink to Hexanna.

"My apologies Réjeanne, force of habit!" Hexanna said; snickering.

"What should we expect Quentin?" Brenda asked.

"Once the ritual begins, the shack will fill up with a thick gray vapor. It’s not poisonous or toxic, so there’s nothing to be concerned about. Relax, inhale, and let the vapor do its work…it will show us what we came here to find out." Sullivan replied.

"We’re not going to hallucinate are we?" Dana asked; worried.

"If by hallucinate you mean ‘shall we witness what happened to Omega Woman last October 31^st’; then the answer is yes, right Réjeanne?" Hexanna said.

"If dat be the reason fo’ da seeing-eye cauldron; then definitely chère!" Réjeanne said; hanging the cauldron in the hearth.

Hexanna walked to the table and grabbed the old coffee jar and removed the lid.

"Your mandragore root ma’am!" Hexanna said; handing the open jar to Réjeanne.

"Thank ya kindly chile…here we go…" Réjeanne said; measuring a pinch of the dried grated root, as the water was beginning to simmer.

"Ya remember what’s next, petite?" Réjeanne asked; looking at Hexanna.

"The famed perlimpinpin…" Hexanna said; smiling.

"Ya do da ‘onnors while I put dat jar back on da table chile; ya know wat to do!" Réjeanne said; grinning.

Hexanna grabbed the metal shaker from the mantle and sprinkled the powder in the mandragore-spiked water as Réjeanne put the lid back on the coffee jar and returned it to the table. She returned to the Hearth as Hexanna was placing the metal shaker back on top of the mantle.

"Well done petite, and now…" Réjeanne said; taking Hexanna by the hand.

They recited the secret incantation in a near whisper, making sure that the other guests could not hear. As Sullivan had described; the shack was filled with a thick gray vapor. A bit worried in spite of his reassurance; Brenda and Dana observed him.

Sullivan inhaled deeply, a calm expression on his face. He looked at Brenda and held her hand as if to say "Don’t worry my love, it’ll be fine."

Brenda inhaled deeply as well, extending her free hand to Dana who accepted her gesture of reassurance. Dana inhaled as well, finding the fragrance of the vapor quite chlorophyll-like and rather calming.

As the seeing-eye cauldron ritual began, they shared a common vision. Transported back to the night of October 31^st, they observed as massive storms were pounding Delta City, and Omega Woman, their missing friend, had determined that the origin of those storms came from Nightmare House.

They witnessed the elaborate trap set by the Nightmare Witch, magical skeletons attacking Omega Woman and ripping her clothes off.

"Omega Woman you fool…backup, backup, backup…you walked straight into a trap and we couldn’t help you because you never told us what you were up to…" Sullivan couldn’t help thinking; as he witnessed their friend’s woes.

The Nightmare Witch, a near identical twin to Ms Americana due to a prior encounter, was gloating. Omega Woman was to be her sacrifice to a Fifth level demon from the Dark Dimension, whom she believed would become her slave.

"Incubus you di’ty, rotten hack…dat’s a incubus an’ it shows you be da biggest fool in Magic Arts history…he ‘bout ta jump yo’ bones…" Réjeanne thought; anticipating the demon’s double-cross.

They witnessed with a bit of amusement how the Nightmare Witch was subdued and fucked by the demon.

"Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it Nightmare Witch?" Brenda thought.

They gasped as the demon dropped the Nightmare Witch like a rag doll and turned its attention to the bound and gagged Omega Woman.

"Oh no…not Omega Woman!" Hexanna thought; feeling helpless.

"Bound and gagged, she’s defenseless…why always a ball- gag anyway? Do criminals all have a bondage fetish? Good God look at the size of that cock, he’ll split her in half!" Dana thought; feeling sick to her stomach.

They helplessly observed as their friend was brutally raped, struggling to break free of her shackles as her muffled screams of pain were still audible. Their hearts sank as they witnessed Omega Woman being dragged to the Dark Dimension with the Nightmare Witch. The vapor cleared and they looked at each other, speechless.

"I…I’ll fix some herbal tea…help us think clearer…" Réjeanne said; breaking the awkward silence.

"I’ll help…" Hexanna said.

"I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep for a while…" Dana said; shivering.

"This tea will help Dana, I promise." Hexanna said.

"Dragged to…to…Hell…no wonder we couldn’t locate her." Brenda said; leaning on Sullivan for comfort, in spite of herself.

He wrapped his right arm around her; holding her.

"I’m a grown man and I’ve seen plenty of frightening crap in my life…but that…that makes me feel so… powerless." He said.

Brenda kissed him affectionately; it was not often that her Quentin showed signs of vulnerability.

"Ah, but the two o’ you gots da biggess, strongess power on yo’ side." Réjeanne said; replacing the cauldron with a smaller one with Hexanna’s help, so she could fix some tea.

"What do you mean?" Brenda asked.

"Da love you share petite, true and unconishnal…I know ya fight some times, we all do. But ya always come back togethe’ stronge’ dan befo’…dat’s ezacly da power you’ll need to help yo’ friend Omega Woman." Réjeanne said, dumping the contents of the cauldron out the open window with Hexanna’s help.

"The Theseus task…" Dana said; her voice trailing off.

"What’s that kid?" Sullivan asked.

"Greek Mythology, for his twelfth and final task to prove himself to the Greek gods, Heracles defeated Cerberus to free Theseus from Hades…that is what we’re planning to do here isn’t it?" Dana said.

Chapter 4

God’s Brenda and Quentin

They sat down, sipping Réjeanne’s herbal tea. As promised, it was clearing their minds and removing the petrifying anxiety that Dana was feeling.

"I can tell ya dat much mes amis, dat incubus was talkin’ through his arse. If he really think Lucifer be sittin’ by idle while he an’ ‘is incubi friends gang-rape Omega Woman and dat cunt Nightmare Witch…it don’ work dat way." Réjeanne said; firmly.

"Réjeanne’s right; while there’s no love loss with the Nightmare Witch and I feel she may deserve her fate; both she and Omega Woman are beings of the flesh. They can’t survive in the Dark Dimension for very long." Hexanna said.

"An’ while no priest o’ preacher will say it, da Fallen Angel be feelin’ remorseful for a few millennia now…" Réjeanne said.

"I’m afraid to ask…" Sullivan said.

"Only those with a certain charism would know. Regardless of religion or what name we give the Higher Power, we all answer to that same Higher Power, which bothers every religious leader on Earth." Hexanna said.

"Charism…defined as a God-given gift…" Dana said; pensively.

"Yepper…and the fact that they, men of God, Yahweh, Allah or whatever belief system they follow, generally do not have said charism is a source of great embarrassment to them." Hexanna said; smirking.

"So…what does that particular charism you speak of do, and how does it make you privy to how things work in the Dark Dimension?" Brenda asked.

"Call it enlightenment petite…in a shared vision, heck I ‘been told that a Ca’dinal in Rome had da same vision we White Magicians had…he been sent on a long vacation da po’ man…but anyway, in dat vision…t’was mos’ly bright lights an’ loud voices…da Fallen Angel been beggin’ da good Lo’d fo’ Mercy." Réjeanne said.

"Suspicious at first, our creator…I say ‘goddess’ you say ‘God’, decided to put the Fallen Angel to the test. He was made guardian of the underworld and would be granted Mercy if and only if he could keep the Damned imprisoned and humanity safe." Hexanna said.

"Bang-up job I say…" Sullivan mumbled.

"Human greed, lust and thirst for power are hard to control, even without outside temptation Quentin." Brenda said, patting his lap with her left hand.

"You be very pe’ceptive petite! An’ don’t discount plain human stupidity eithe’…how many dumb kids pe’fo’m Da’k Masses just fo’ shits & giggles? How many dumb kids play Ouija not knowing wat dey get ‘emselves into? An’ Halloween…putain…how many fuckin’ scéances are done in hopes of ultimate power? Keepin’ da Dark Dimension secure is like tryin’ to bail da Titanic wit a spoon!" Réjeanne said; putting her cup down.

"All right…so what do we do? You said that the love Brenda and I share is the very power we need?" Sullivan asked.

"At da core, yeah…crossin’ over be dangerous…many evil souls will lie, scare, tempt and intimidate...dey know what hurts. The sight of some demonic entities can drive da bravest human crazy. Dis is somethin’ you an’ Brenda need to do as a team Sully ole friend. You need to be free of anger, revenge, lust, temptation, greed…to save Omega Woman; you need to become God’s Brenda and Quentin." Réjeanne said.

"If that’s what it takes…but I refuse to risk Quentin’s life, I’ll go as Ms Americana." Brenda said.

"In a pig’s eye you are! You heard Réjeanne, our love is the key; and this is something we need to do as a team. You’re very sweet and I adore you for wanting to protect me; but I’m going with you baby girl, don’t even try to argue with me." Sullivan said; his voice surprisingly gentle.

Brenda smiled and kissed him.

"All right then Réjeanne, how do we prepare for this?" Brenda asked.

Réjeanne nodded.

"Hexanna, Dana, whatever yo’ respective faith be; pray, ha’d. Fo’ dis mission to be sussessful we need all da help we can get." Réjeanne said; walking towards her pantry.

Without asking any questions, Dana King and Hexanna knelt down, closed their eyes and engaged in silent prayer. Réjeanne pulled out a mortar and pestle and put it on the table. She then pulled several pots and jars from the pantry and put them next to the mortar and pestle.

Form a bottom shelf of the pantry; she took an incense burner, incense and several beeswax candles. She drew in a sharp breath and got to work, under the curious glances of her friends Brenda and Quentin.

"Kosher salt…mud from da Dead Sea…" She said; pouring a bit of both into the mortar. She began grinding the ingredients with the pestle.

"Ground date pits from da Mecca Oasis; Holy Water from Lourdes…" she continued; blending the mixture into a paste.

"Saint Joseph’s oil…jussa few drops…" She said; the paste now a smooth mixture.

Réjeanne wiped the pestle with a rag and placed it in her dish washing basin. She lit the candles and incense with a spark that seemed to appear from her fingertips.

"And there you were accusing Hexanna of showing off!" Sullivan said; unable to resist the urge of teasing his old friend.

"Be serious Sully…you an’ Brenda move yo’ chairs so you face each othe’…an’ open da top o’ yo’ shi’ts…no hanky panky, you’ll unnerstand why." Réjeanne said.

The sweet fragrance of candle wax and incense filled the shack; comforting. Brenda and Quentin turned their chairs so they were facing each other and unbuttoned their shirts down to the bottom of the sternum. The sight of Brenda’s opulent cleavage was not lost on Sullivan.

"You’re so gorgeous…circumstances be damned Brenda, you’re hot." He said.

"Shh…I appreciate the compliment Quentin, but now’s not the time." Brenda said; in a quiet voice.

"That incense is a sedative, isn’t it Réjeanne?" He asked.

"Yeah…I need to temporarily rid ya of fear, lust, greed, anger, revenge…all da nasty stuff dat make us do bad stuff. Call it a sort of hypnosis…" Réjeanne said; picking up the mortar.

"Innocence, love and courage…relax mah friends…release yo’ fears, lust, greed, anger, revenge…" Réjeanne said in a hypnotic drone; fanning some of the incense fumes on the mortar.

She dipped her index finger in the makeshift ointment.

"Be pure o’ mind…" Réjeanne said; anointing Brenda’s forehead, then Quentin’s.

"Pure o’ speech…" She continued; anointing Brenda’s lips and then Quentin’s.

"And pure o’ heart." She said, this time anointing Brenda’s left breast and Quentin’s left pectoral.

She put the mortar back on the table and returned her attention to her friends, placing one hand on Brenda’s head and the other on Quentin’s.

"Innocence, love and courage… innocence, love and courage…you are pure o’ mind, speech and heart. Innocence, love and courage… innocence, love and courage…you are pure o’ mind, speech and heart…you are God’s Brenda and Quentin." Réjeanne said; her voice taking a deep, almost manly timbre.

Réjeanne then pulled a charred piece of wood from the hearth. She drew a large circle on the floor and walked to the table. She grabbed the mortar and slung the remainder of the ointment in the middle of the circle. She dropped to her knees, entering a trance. Her lips were mouthing "safe passageway…safe passageway…safe passageway…"

A portal opened up, restricted to the circle drawn on the floor by Réjeanne. Holding hands and without saying a word; Brenda and Quentin stood up and walked through the portal, knowing instinctively what they needed to do next…or rather, guided by an invisible, benevolent force.

Chapter 5

The Dark Dimension, present time.

Glowing with a strange, supernatural light as they roamed the corridors of the realm known as the Dark Dimension - Hell by any other name - Brenda Wade and Quentin Sullivan walked calmly, hand in hand. Without having ever been to that forsaken place, they knew; where to go and what to do.

"Sulfur…who knew the Dark Dimension actually did smell like this…and this cave-like corridor, lit by torches…" God’s Quentin said.

"Don’t forget my love; our physical beings don’t belong here. This is a mental representation our minds can understand; the fire and brimstone described in Catechism and Bible class, the description of this place as an underground realm of interlinked caves ..." God’s Brenda said.

"Indeed…yet I wonder…since humans can’t remain very long in this dimension, and beings from this dimension can’t live very long in ours…" God’s Quentin pondered.

"That is, not unless a sacrifice is made…cruel and barbaric if you ask me…" God’s Brenda said.

"Could it be the root of what we commonly call possession?" God’s Quentin wondered.

"Where the sacrificed serves as a host in our world? Intriguing…and as the host struggles to keep control…" God’s Brenda said.

"His or her sanity slips away, brain damage might occur…causing epileptic seizures…" God’s Quentin continued.

"The possessing entity eventually leaves its host, and is dragged back into this world…leaving the host physically and mentally broken…sad, frightening and upsetting." God’s Brenda said.

"Réjeanne was right…those people holding séances, black Masses, Ouija board sessions…they don’t know what they get themselves into…" God’s Quentin said.

A blood curdling shriek was heard; surprising them without frightening them.

"And now the lies and treachery begin my love…" God’s Quentin said.

"Indeed…remember, no anger, no revenge…" God’s Brenda said.

"No lust, no greed…no temptation…" God’s Quentin said.

"And above all else, no fear my love." God’s Brenda said; as they neared the source of the shrieking.

"Well I’ll be…" God’s Quentin said; as they beheld the sight.

The Aberration, or his ghost, grunting and slobbering, was having doggy-style sex with a naked woman; whose face was hidden by her long auburn hair.

With an evil grin, he pulled out of her and stood up; pulling her up to her feet. He bent her over, so her face was right on his monstrous cock. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his meat into her mouth.

"Never noticed how…demonic he looked until now." God’s Brenda said.

"Well, well, what have we here? A pair of peeping Toms! Enjoying the show?" The Aberration said; rocking his hips back and forth.

"Hardly…but I do find it fascinating that a lab-created monster had a soul to be sent to this place…" God’s Quentin said.

"Wait a minute…I know you! The bitch standing with you looks familiar but I can’t place her…but YOU…you’re the son of a bitch who sent me to this place! Well looky here tough guy, I got a surprise for you!" The Aberration said; interrupting the blowjob he was receiving, so his naked sex slave could turn around.

"Isabella?" God’s Quentin mumbled.

Feelings of sorrow for his sister, anger and hatred for the Aberration and fury over the assertion that his sister was condemned to Hell brewed from within Quentin Sullivan’s soul.

"Lies my love, all lies…only our love is true in this place." God’s Brenda said.

Sullivan turned to Brenda and saw her face, serene and full of love for him. At once, sorrow, anger and hate dissipated within him; becoming once more God’s Quentin.

"What’s the matter Sully? Surely you didn’t think your little sister was an angel? I’ve always enjoyed sucking cock big brother…in fact, I’ve always been kinda curious to try yours!" The she-demon who resembled Isabella Sullivan said, with a wicked grin.

"No anger, no revenge, no fear…it’s all lies… you’re not my sister demon. And you, Aberration, you belong here. In fact, being sexually satisfied by this she-demon is much too merciful for the likes of you." God’s Quentin said.

"Isabella Sullivan was a righteous soul who does not belong here; monster." God’s Brenda said.

"Her soul, and I know this from the very core of my being, is in a much better place than this one." God’s Quentin said.

"We were warned, the beings of this realm are liars…and they know what hurts...but I see they do not know everything." God’s Brenda said.

"My sister Isabella did not call me ‘Sully’ or even ‘big brother’. Her nickname for me was ‘Quinn’, because as a little girl, she had a hard time pronouncing ‘Quentin’." God’s Quentin said.

The Aberration and his sex slave, the one claiming to be Isabella Sullivan, looked at them with an angry scowl.

"YOU FUCKING DO-GOODERS, WALKING IN MY REALM, ACTING LIKE YOU OWN IT!" The entity that resembled the Aberration shouted.

"You have the temerity to claim that you are Lucifer, demon? That you are the keeper of this realm?" God’s Brenda asked; with an amused smile.

"They know Maa’lah; they fucking know! How is that even possible?" the succubus said; her skin taking a creepy grayish hue, her hair looking thinner and jet black.

"We have a pair of smart monkeys here Aaja…but fear not; they’ll be mindless pawns for us to play with once our brethren are done with them!" the incubus that looked like the Aberration said; now looking much shorter, almost dwarf-like.

"If your ‘brethren’ are as smart as the two of you…" God’s Quentin began.

"Don’t be too insulted if we don’t feel intimidated." God’s Brenda said; completing his sentence.

Angry and frustrated, the incubus and succubus disappeared in the shadows, uttering a high-pitched scream.

Still holding hands, they carried on. Moments later, the sound of a whiplash followed by a loud scream got their attention.

"Ahh God, help me!" a male voice was heard.

The sight of a man tied to a whipping post was seen. His back was raw; he was gasping and sobbing as his executioner, dressed in a loincloth only, admired his handiwork, scratching his beard.

The executioner vaguely resembled a deceased terrorist henchman who had died a good twenty years ago. The man being tortured sported a crew cut and tattered military dress pants.

"Brenda…Brenda, help me…please…don’t let me suffer like this!" the man said in a hoarse voice; without turning his head to look.

"Daddy?" Brenda said; feelings of grief, loss and anger filling her as she observed the man she knew as her father being whipped to a bloody pulp.

The executioner delivered another lash, making the man who resembled General Terrence Wade scream in pain again.

"DADDY!" Brenda screamed in a sobbing voice, her grip on Quentin’s hand loosening.

Quentin strengthened his grip, not letting her go.

"They’re lying my love…" God’s Quentin said.

"No, no let me go! DADDY!" Brenda screamed; crying.

"Look at me my love; they lie, it’s all lies…only our love is true in this place. Look at me, and see I tell the truth." God’s Quentin said; his voice soothing.

Sobbing and teary-eyed, she turned to look at him. She saw his face, serene and full of love for her. At once, sorrow, grief, loss, anger and hate dissipated within her; becoming once more God’s Brenda.

"No anger, no revenge, no fear …nice try demons; but I see right through you. You almost had me fooled…but how can a man who has his back turned to me know who I am?" God’s Brenda said; calmly.

"Better yet; why can we not see his face? Perhaps because Brenda can keep some memories bottled up better than I can? You couldn’t read her mind and copy General Wade’s traits thus you made sure he had his back turned to us?" God’s Quentin said.

"Brenda! PLEASE! My blood runs through your veins DON’T ABANDON ME! " the one claiming to be General Wade sobbed loudly.

"BE GONE DEMON! General Wade adopted me when I was a baby! He wasn’t my biological father! You LIE! YOU LIE!" God’s Brenda shouted; squeezing Quentin’s hand a bit more firmly.

"General Wade was a patriot, a man who gave his life for the country he loved. Soldiers may have blood on their hands, but they fight for the safety of the ones they love. General Wade’s soul does not belong in this place; no more than my sister Isabella does." God’s Quentin said.

A pleasant shiver went down Brenda’s spine at those words. She briefly looked at Quentin, giving him a thankful smile.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU WERE WEAKENING! I ALMOST HAD YOU! I"LL FUCK UP YOUR BOYFRIEND FOR FUCKING THIS UP!" The executioner demon screamed; winding up to strike at Quentin.

"You may try..." God’s Brenda said; calmly.

"But you will fail." God’s Quentin added.

The sound of the whip cracking was heard, but the whip never touched them.

"HOLY POWERS! They have Holy Powers! FLEE!" The executioner demon screamed in a panic, disappearing from thin air.

The one tied to the whipping post transformed into a pile of bones; collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

"Holy powers…us?" God’s Quentin asked.

"Our love…strong and true…love is the ultimate Holy power…" God’s Brenda said.

"Of course…love one another as I have loved you…the one commandment our Good Lord gave us…so simple yet so many of us are unable to follow it…the ultimate Holy power…just like Réjeanne said before sending us here…" God’s Quentin said; nodding, admiring Brenda’s loving face.

She smiled at him.

"We are drawing near my love, let’s keep going." God’s Brenda said.

Chirping high pitched voices got their attention.

"More female meat, bring more female meat for your King!" A munchkin-like voice clamored.

"Of course…the cherry on this sordid sundae…" God’s Brenda said; rolling her eyes.

"Those creepy, pesky Gremlins…it figures that they would end up in this dimension after the extermination job we pulled…" God’s Quentin said; arching his eyebrows.

"That is, if they are real and not another trick played by the imps who live in this realm." God’s Brenda replied.

"If you ask me, they are the imps who live in this realm!" God’s Quentin quipped; unable to help himself.

"Your sense of humor is a bit out of place…but that was funny!" God’s Brenda said; chuckling softly.

They stopped to observe their new trial. They beheld a makeshift throne on which the Gremlin King – or a reasonable facsimile thereof – was sitting, surrounded by dozens of Gremlins, shuffling their clawed feet on the stony ground.

"There my King, there! There’s a hot female with gigantic tits dead ahead!" One Gremlin screamed in his piercing voice; pointing a bony finger towards Brenda and Quentin.

"Yet another trick…those Gremlins were taken from my memories, yet they don’t seem to recognize me or that I am Ms Americana." God’s Brenda whispered in her true love’s ear.

He nodded silently as a grinning wave of Gremlins was moving in on them.

"KILL THE MALE, STRIP THE FEMALE NAKED AND BRING HER TO ME! DO NOT SEED HER, THAT PRIVILEGE IS MINE!" The Gremlin King shouted in a voice so shrill it made Brenda and Quentin wince.

"This could become rather tedious…" God’s Quentin said; rolling his eyes.

"Agreed my love…agreed." God’s Brenda replied; shaking her head.

Neither one of them even reacted as Gremlins were climbing all over them; knowing that they could not be hurt. Some Gremlins were tugging away at Brenda’s clothes, trying to strip her naked; while others were goosing her and fondling her ample bosom…none of them understanding how she could keep so calm or why her clothes would not come off.

Other Gremlins were grabbing Quentin’s balls in an attempt to injure him and double him over; while a few had climbed on his shoulders, bony arms slung around his throat in an attempt to strangle him, without much success.

"As I was saying, tedious my love…" God’s Quentin said; with a sigh.

"Boring even…" God’s Brenda added.

"ENOUGH! BACK TO YOUR CELLS OR YOU SHALL SPEND THE NEXT COMING CENTURIES IN YOUR OWN CHAMBERS OF SINS!" A loud voice commanded; in a goat-like tone of voice.

The Gremlins immediately turned into ectoplasmic forms, swirled around Brenda and Quentin a few times and then vanished.

"The just and righteous Brenda Wade and Quentin Sullivan I presume?" Their savior asked.

He was very short and walked hunched; holding onto a walking stick. He wore a plain dark cloak, had hooves for feet and ram-like horns on his temples. A long beard adorned his chin, complimenting his goat-like features.

"The news travels fast in this realm; to whom do we have the honor of speaking?" God’s Quentin respectfully asked.

"I am known as Belial…both servant and second in command of the Keeper of this realm. I know…I am ugly…thus I can appreciate the fact that you do not turn your eyes away from me. Ancient Hebrews once used my name to mean worthless…" Belial said with a subtle smirk; caressing his beard with his free hand.

"Believe me Belial; we have seen true ugliness in the realm of mortals." God’s Brenda said.

"You are in fact rather handsome compared to some of the ugliness we have witnessed. As far as worth is concerned, you have come to our aid…Brenda would agree with me that you are anything but worthless." God’s Quentin said.

"Agreed my love; agreed." God’s Brenda said; with a nod.

Belial giggled in a manner that made him sound and look even more like a goat.

"You flatter me, beautiful lady and handsome man; and I humbly accept the compliment. Please; follow me." Belial said; leading the way.

"So you know the purpose of our visit?" God’s Brenda asked.

"Aye…I wish I could say your visit was inevitable, but I admit that those of us who are repentant were beginning to lose hope." Belial said.

"How do you mean?" God’s Quentin asked.

"The only way to set things right is for a brave soul…or two in your case; to be willing to risk everything by coming to this realm and plead for their loved one. Every Halloween that evil Nightmare Witch keeps throwing a monkey-wrench in our business…" Belial said.

"And Omega Woman, a righteous woman, being dragged here would cause quite a stir." God’s Brenda said.

"Aye…both your friend and the Nightmare Witch are being held in suspended animation, they are both quite safe and in good hands: Enyo, a former she-demon that was once revered as the sister of Ares by ancient Greeks is guarding them." Belial said; as they neared Lucifer’s quarters.

"A goddess of war…" God’s Quentin said; his voice trailing off.

"Aye, but not to worry… …Enyo became almost immediately smitten with our Master. She also seeks salvation, as do I. Enyo wishes to be with our Master for eternity; she loves him." Belial said as they entered Lucifer’s quarters.

He sat, hunched with a morose look on his face. He looked up, and a subtle smile graced his face.

"Thank you, old companion. Join Enyo and wait for us; I need to speak with our guests first." Lucifer said; in a low voice.

"As you command; Master." Belial said; taking his leave.

Lucifer looked at Brenda and Quentin, nodding.

"Brave, righteous souls…and based on the aura emanating for you, I can see you came well prepared. Anointed and strong with the most powerful Holy Power: true love…I am impressed." Lucifer said.

"We are truly humbled." God’s Brenda said.

"And I must say, Quentin Sullivan, the way you handled those two escapees from this realm a few Halloweens ago, using raw iron bullets to rescue your Brenda and her friend…clever. You unwittingly gave me an assist that time, too." Lucifer said; with a satisfied smile.

"As I like to say; I do my homework. I was unaware that true love was a Holy power at the time; so I did some research…raw iron is an Achilles’ heel to demonic entities roaming our world…so I used that." God’s Quentin said; humbly.

"It certainly did the trick…as their physical beings crumbled to dust and their wicked souls returned here; they served a stiff sentence in a Chamber of Sins…so many of the damned lust for gorgeous women such as Brenda and her friends that pretty much any of the incubi detained here could have been behind that wicked scheme." Lucifer said; with a shrug.

"What of our friend?" God’s Brenda asked.

"She is safe little Brenda, you may return her to your world. Though she will need all of her friends’ love and support…what she has lived through could render a weaker soul mad." Lucifer said.

"Anything she needs…I am unsure of how to address you, we are not on a first name basis." God’s Quentin said.

"Oh but we are, you do not realize the help you are giving me with this rescue. You may call me Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub or Mephistopheles. If that makes you uncomfortable, you may call me Old Nick if you like…your kin refers to me by that nickname; am I right Quentin?" Lucifer said; with an eyebrow raised.

"Very well…Nick. Anything Omega Woman needs, she’s got it." God’s Quentin said.

"And she is very strong Nick; of body and spirit. Agreed this would be the ultimate test; but I have faith in her, she will bounce back." God’s Brenda said.

"With friends such as the two of you; I firmly believe that she will make a full recovery. However, there is a catch." Lucifer said.

"Which is?" God’s Quentin asked.

"While it may be argued that the Nightmare Witch deserves to remain here; she is still a being of flesh who has not yet passed on nor been judged by our Lord. You may bring back Omega Woman under the condition that you bring the Nightmare Witch back too." Lucifer said; with a frown.

"Of course you realize that come next Halloween, she will be up to her old schemes causing you and us grief all over again." God’s Brenda said.

"She might…but not very likely. While I cannot keep her here, I may still bend the rules a bit. I have ordered Enyo to etch the events that brought her here in her memory. She will be forever cursed with reliving the incubus attacking her, raping her and dragging her to the Dark Dimension until the day she finally passes on and is brought back here for good." Lucifer said.

"The Nightmare Witch in prey of nightmares of her own…even on Halloween night…a fitting punishment." God’s Quentin said.

"Indeed my love. Very well then Nick…we shall bring them both back to our world." God’s Brenda said, with a nod.

"Excellent. Please follow me." Lucifer said; standing up, leading them to the chamber where Omega Woman and the Nightmare Witch were being kept.

Chapter 6

Meanwhile in the realm of mortals

In She-Legion headquarters, a group of attractive, powerful women were gathered in the boardroom, waiting anxiously for news.

"Anything Got Gal?" Jungle Babe asked.

Sitting at the computer, Got Gal shook her head no. Trying to kill time, Nightraven and Got Chick were engaged in a game of chess, making several mistakes as neither one could concentrate. Azure Angel and Wolf Woman observed them, trying not to think of the worry they felt.

Lady Midnight entered the boardroom, carrying a tray with a carafe of coffee, paper cups, a small basket with cream and sugar packets and a platter of croissants.

"I don’t know about you girls, but anxiety makes me stress-eat. I went to the coffee shop across the street for something to nibble…and then I figured I might as well spread the wealth…" Lady Midnight said.

"Midnight, you are a doll! I could sure use a coffee and munch on something…" Azure Angel said; reaching for a paper cup.

"No, she’s a goddess; some of those croissants are chocolate-filled!" Wolf Woman said; smiling, helping herself to a chocolate croissant.

"Did she just say chocolate?" Got Gal said; stepping away from the computer.

Jungle Babe held Lady Midnight’s face between her hands and kissed her on the lips. Lady Midnight looked at Jungle Babe nonplussed, and then realized that she was only kidding.

"You’re the best sweetie! I must be PMS’ing because the very thought of chocolate is sending me into Heavenly bliss!" Jungle Babe said.

Chuckling, they sat down, enjoying coffee and croissants.

"Look, I don’t mean to be a party-pooper but…shouldn’t we call Sully’s cell or Brenda’s? The suspense is killing all of us!" Nightraven said; bringing her cup to her lips.

"I checked it out…both cell phones are out of range. I didn’t realize reception was that bad in Bayou County." Got Gal said.

"What about Dana’s cell, or Hexanna’s communicator?" Got Chick asked.

Got Gal nodded.

"It’s worth a shot, definitely." Got Gal said.

She stuffed the last piece of croissant in her mouth and walked to the computer, coffee in hand. After VOIP-ing Dana’s cell and getting nothing but static on Hexanna’s communicator; Got Gal frowned under her mask.

"Hexanna switched off her communicator and my call went straight to Dana’s voicemail." Got Gal said; taking a sip of her coffee.

"Now wait a minute…you could get Dana’s voicemail but not Sully’s or Brenda’s?" Lady Midnight asked.

"Good God…what do you think’s going on over there?" Nightraven said; her voice trailing off.

"Okay ladies, let us not allow our imagination to run out of control…for all we know they may have had a mishap and dropped their cell phones in swamp water." Azure Angel said; trying to stay rational.

"I want to think the way you do chica, but both of them, at the same time?" Wolf Woman said; shivering.

"Azure Angel is right though; and that’s exactly what Sully would be telling us: get the facts before jumping to conclusions. No point in driving ourselves crazy with worry." Jungle Babe said.

"Then I suggest this: provide me with Ms Boudreau’s coordinates and I will fly over there, get the facts and radio back here. That should put everyone’s mind at ease." Got Gal offered.

"Not to be a stick in the mud but…just to be safe, you should bring some backup with you; Sully would insist on that too." Got Chick suggested.

"Well, the She-Legion’s Chopper is on standby. I can pilot it and follow you Got Gal." Lady Midnight said.

"I could fly there faster; but the Chopper would make tracking Ms Boudreau’s coordinates easier. You’re on Lady Midnight; let’s go to the ‘copter bay and get going!" Got Gal said; smiling.

"Needless to say; stay in radio contact at all times." Jungle Babe said.

Brenda and Quentin, still holding hands, followed Lucifer to the chamber in which friend and foe were being kept in suspended animation.

Enyo, former goddess of war, stood guard in front of the chamber where Omega Woman and the Nightmare Witch were being kept. In spite of her warrior roots, she was an attractive one indeed. In this realm, her skin had a strange bluish hue, and her body was muscular and shapely, like a warrior’s should be. In this lighting, her hair looked chestnut brown, and hung down to her waist.

She wore a loose loincloth, and was bare-chested, with breasts of medium size covered with scars gathered through the many wars she had instigated and fought. Her facial features were pretty but stern. At the sight of Lucifer, her Master and lover, her features became softer and radiant; truly beautiful.

"Master, I am glad to see that a solution to our problem has finally arrived." Enyo said; smiling, revealing sharp canines.

"Indeed lovely Enyo; please let pretty Brenda and handsome Quentin through. They agree to bring them both back to their world." Lucifer said.

"As you command Master." Enyo said; with a courteous bow.

She looked at Brenda and Quentin, giving them a benevolent smile.

"You will find that they are quite weightless in their current state. You can easily carry one across your shoulder and still hold hands…because I gather that holding hands is what keeps you sane in this forsaken place." Lucifer said.

Nodding, Brenda grabbed the levitating body of Omega Woman around the waist and slung her across her right shoulder as if she were a bag of feathers while Quentin slung the Nightmare Witch – a near identical twin to Brenda – across his left shoulder.

"Enyo, Belial, escort them back to the portal and make sure they are not bothered. Go in peace my friends, and remember; Omega Woman will need your help and support when she regains consciousness." Lucifer said.

"She does not need to ask Nick, I will personally see to it that she receives the best of care." God’s Brenda said.

"Approaching coordinates Lady Midnight; it’s a good thing we were able to zero in on the GPS signal coming from Dana’s cell phone." Got Gal said; reading the tracking instruments.

"Cool beans Got Gal. deploying floatation devices…I don’t think the patch of dry land on which Ms Boudreau’s shack is built is large enough for us to land on." Lady Midnight replied.

"Got Gal to She-Legion HQ, we are nearing our friends’ coordinates, ETA 5 minutes." Got Gal said; using the Chopper’s radio.

"Copy that Got Gal, keep us posted, there’s a bunch of worried girls around here!" Jungle Babe’s voice replied.

"We’ll update you on the She-Legion communicator channel as soon as we make contact; Got Gal out." Got Gal said.

A few minutes later, Réjeanne Boudreau’s shack was in sight.

"Best touchdown site would be on the water on the right side of the shack; near the Hovercraft. Targeting that large Willow tree between the house and the backyard with the Chopper’s grappling hook; we can use it as a mooring post." Lady Midnight said; flipping a few switches.

The grappling hook whizzed through the air and hit its target with a muffled thump. Lady midnight brought the Chopper down until its floaters touched the water. The whirring of the Chopper’s blades slowly wound down, making place to the quiet sounds of Bayou County’s swamp. Got Gal and Lady Midnight hopped out of the Chopper’s open doors and onto the dry patch of land.

"Hm, the front door’s ajar; I wonder what’s going on in there?" Got Gal said; as they walked towards the porch.

"Only one way to find out old friend…" Lady Midnight said; politely knocking on the doorframe.

They waited a few moments and looked at each other as no one answered. With a shrug, Got Gal gently opened the front door wider so they could look inside. They stared gape-mouthed at what was happening inside.

Hexanna and Dana King were on their knees, eyes closed and hands joined in prayer. Réjeanne Boudreau was also on her knees, her lips moving silently and her eyes rolled back into her skull. In front of her was a large dark circle traced on the wooden floor, above which this odd, swirling mist hung like a dark cloud, but remained within the circle.

"Great Goddess of Got, what on earth?" Got Gal whispered; confused.

"I’ve seen a few of those when I was a little girl…my great Grandma dabbled in Voodoo…for lack of a better term; we’re looking at a portal between the world of spirit and the world of flesh…" Lady Midnight whispered back; shivering.

"But…Omega Woman, what does this have to do with her? And where are Brenda and Sully?" Got Gal whispered again; afraid that she would disturb anything if her voice was heard.

"That my friend, is the billion-dollar question…but I’m getting this uneasy gut-feeling that we’re soon going to find out…" Lady Midnight mumbled; feeling an odd intuition that she had not felt since her childhood.

"Great Grandma warned me to pay attention to these intuitions…someone or something is about to come out of that portal…I wish I knew who or what…" Lady Midnight thought, privately.

They instinctively reached for each other’s hand as the mist grew thicker and darker; forming a large funnel within the circle traced on the floor. Four indistinct figures could be seen through the misty funnel. With a large swishing sound, humanoid forms, their features not yet distinguishable, were thrown out of the funnel.

Simultaneously; Brenda Wade, Quentin Sullivan, Omega Woman and the Nightmare Witch hit the floor with a dull thud; the portal vanished into thin air, Réjeanne Boudreau, Hexanna and Dana King came to attention and got to their feet.

"Could somebody explain to me…" Got Gal said; flustered.

"In a minute petite… quick Hexanna, pour some tea in a goblet an’ bring it to me!" Réjeanne Boudreau said; grabbing Omega Woman by the shoulders to sit her up.

"Right away Réjeanne!" Hexanna said; hurrying to the table,

Dana crouched near Brenda and Quentin who laid face first on the floor, still holding hands.

"Well don’t just stand there with your mouths wide open, give us a hand!" Dana said; looking at Got Gal and Lady Midnight.

Snapping to attention, Got Gal and Lady Midnight walked towards them; kneeling next to Dana.

"C’m on Brenda…Sully…snap out of it…please…"Dana said; unable to repress a sob.

"Here, let’s roll them on their backs…try to unclasp their hands Got Gal?" Lady Midnight said; placing her hands on Sullivan’s shoulders.

"Great Goddess of Got…they’re holding onto each other for dear life…I’m afraid I might hurt their hands if I pry them apart…" Got Gal said; trying to slide her powerful fingers between Brenda and Quentin’s palms.

"Juss be patient mes chéries…lemme revive Omega Woman fi’st…Hexanna, hold her after I give her da tea…she might be confused as hell…no pun ‘tended…"Réjeanne said; bringing the goblet to Omega Woman’s lips.

"Will do Réjeanne." Hexanna said; kneeling next to Réjeanne and Omega Woman.

Hexanna put an arm around Omega Woman’s shoulders as Réjeanne poured a bit of tea in her mouth. Omega Woman stirred, moaned and coughed a little.

"Nightmare Witch! The Demon! Raping me! Dragging me to hell!" Omega Woman shrieked.

Hexanna hugged her, bringing her head to her shoulder in an effort to comfort her.

"Shh…it’s okay Omega Woman, you’re safe now. Brenda and Sully brought you back." Hexanna said; in a soothing voice.

As Hexanna comforted Omega Woman, Réjeanne placed the goblet back on the table and opened up her cupboards, reaching for a small pouch. She joined Dana, Got Gal and Lady Midnight who were hovering over the unconscious bodies of Brenda Wade and Quentin Sullivan; ignoring the unconscious body of the Nightmare Witch, still in her Ms Americana form.

"Okay mes petits, Réjeanne she make it all bette’…" She said; opening up the pouch and grabbing a handful of mojo powder.

She sprinkled the mojo powder over Brenda and Quentin. She pulled the pouch’s strings to close it and put it in her pocket.

"Retour sain et sauf…retour sain et sauf…come back mah friends COME BACK!" Réjeanne said; her incantation resounding within the shack.

Brenda and Quentin came to with a loud gasp. They propped themselves up on an elbow, looked at each other and smiled.

"Are you all right?" Quentin asked.

"I’m fine…you?" Brenda asked.

"Never been better…you’re with me, safe and sound, and we saved our friend Omega Woman!" Quentin said; bringing Brenda’s hand to his lips.

He kissed her hand. She smiled and replied by planting a firm kiss on his lips.

"Yeah…they’re fine Réjeanne!" Dana said; rolling her eyes and chuckling, relieved that her friends were okay.

Réjeanne laughed good-heartedly. Brenda and Quentin sat up and were helped to their feet by Got Gal and Lady Midnight.

"I thought you were supposed to hold the fort?" Sullivan said; in mock annoyance.

"We were…but the girls were getting worried since nobody was giving us any updates, so we were dispatched here." Lady Midnight said; with a grin.

"I guess that based on what we’ve seen and heard so far, we can pretty much piece the puzzle together…this past Halloween, Omega Woman fell into a trap set by the Nightmare Witch…" Got Gal said.

"…which backfired; big time…" Omega Woman chimed in.

"A sex demon was conjured, it attacked the Witch, then Omega Woman; and then dragged them both to the Dark Dimension…and then our friend Réjeanne sent you back to rescue Omega Woman." Got Gal said.

"That’s pretty much the just of it…there are a few extra details, but we’ll go over that during our debriefing at She-Legion HQ." Brenda said.

"But why bring the Witch back?" Lady Midnight asked.

"She is a being of flesh and doesn’t belong in the Dark Dimension…not until she has actually passed on and been judged by the Almighty. We could only bring Omega Woman back if we brought that body-snatching witch along." Sullivan said.

"What do we do to prevent trouble next Halloween…and why hasn’t she vanished yet? Didn’t you say she has a Magical bond to the Nightmare House Hexanna?" Dana asked.

"She’s now out of sync with this world…probably in a catatonic state." Hexanna said.

"That…and as a punishment for the trouble she has caused, she has been sentenced to relive that Halloween night…attacked by the sex demon she conjured and repeatedly raped by him; then dragged to the Dark Dimension…a perpetual Nightmare for the Nightmare Witch…Karma’s a bitch." Brenda said; casting a disgusted look at the unconscious body of the Nightmare Witch, upset that she still shared her looks and Aphrodite properties.

"In other words, this is probably the only time the Nightmare Witch can be safely incarcerated. Though in her current state, an intensive care unit would be more appropriate." Sullivan said; looking pensive.

"Are we talking high security asylum for the criminally insane?" Lady Midnight asked.

"That’s the plan I’m thinking of, yes." Sullivan replied, with a nod.

"Wait up…wit da ole stinker looking so much like pretty Brenda, I’d really hate ta have some of da Halloween imps pullin’ a switcharoo wit Brenda next Halloween…an’ havin’ po’ Sully tryin’ to free da woman he loves from da Asylum!" Réjeanne said; reaching for the bag of mojo powder in her pocket.

She sprinkled the mojo powder on the body of the Nightmare Witch.

"Rends ce que tu as volé sorcière… ce corps ne t’appartiens pas; rends ce que tu as volé!" Réjeanne said; that incantation breaking the spell.

The Nightmare Witch’s body changed, returning to its old, decrepit, green-complexioned self.

"Now…no mo’ chance of confusion…only one woman can look dis good: our Brenda!" Réjeanne said; with a wink.

"You flatter me Réjeanne, you’re quite pretty yourself!" Brenda said; smiling.

"I’ll make arrangements with the Bureau to provide ‘accommodations’ at a secret high security Looney bin…old Nick’s powerful, but that old cunt dabbles in the Dark Arts…very hard to predict." Sullivan said; pulling his cell phone from his jacket pocket.

"Indeed; besides I’m sure Nick would appreciate us making every effort this doesn’t happen again!" Brenda said; smiling.

"I’ll update HQ." Got Gal said; picking up her communicator.

"Gimme a second Hexanna…" Omega Woman said; wiggling out of Hexanna’s hug.

She stood up and threw her arms around Brenda and Quentin who was about to dial out on his cell, in a warm group hug.

"Brenda, Sully, thank you so much…you literally went to Hell and back for me; I owe you everything…" Omega Woman said; weeping.

"You’re our friend, our sister Omega Woman. Had the roles been reversed, you would have come to my aid or to Quentin’s aid without hesitation." Brenda said; smiling

Sullivan nodded with a smile. Omega Woman kissed Brenda’s cheek, then Sullivan’s and released her hug, smiling. Sullivan dialed out a number only known to a few select Agents.

"Hi there…Jimenez is that you? Sully here…tell me, do we have any vacancies in the X section’s high security asylum for the criminally insane? Yeah…I’ll spare you the details but we just bagged the Nightmare Witch…no I’m not pulling your leg, I’ll meet you at the bunker with Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Hexanna, Got Gal and Lady Midnight. Yeah; it IS quite the escort, but considering the caliber of the prisoner you’ll have to admit we need to take every precaution. That’s great Jimenez; I’ll buzz you once we’re on our way, ciao for now." Sullivan said.

"I guess I should perform a quick costume change!" Brenda Said.

"Me too!" Dana said.

"I’ll bring Omega Woman to She-Legion’s infirmary and join you guys at the departure point." Hexanna said.

"Réjeanne…merci chère that’s the third time you come to our aid and I’m in your debt now." Sullivan said; hugging his old friend.

"Sully y’ole dog…neve’ eve’ tink you be in mah debt! Tanks to ya, I gots me a family…a son, a bunch o’ go’geous daughte’s an’ a boyfriend! Family helps family…I be getttin’ mo’ dan I give!" Réjeanne said; smiling.

Smiling, Brenda, Dana, Hexanna, Lady Midnight, Got Gal and Omega Woman took turns giving Réjeanne an affectionate hug.

Chapter 7

Many days later, She-Legion headquarters boardroom

"Honestly, it’s all a big blur to me…I’ll have the odd nightmare of being attacked and molested by the incubus; and then of being dragged to hell…vague memories of Ms Americana and Agent Sullivan coming to my rescue…then nothing. It’s hard for me to believe that it happened at all, even though I know for a fact that it did." Omega Woman said; frowning under her mask.

"So we know that Omega Woman is progressing well, but what of the woman behind the mask; Kameron Drake?" Hexanna asked; thoughtfully.

Omega Woman sighed.

"I confess, I feel a bit apprehensive after dark…and random noises that I previously ignored now make my pulse race…I’m actually considering sleeping here in Headquarters where I know fellow She-Legionnaires are close by…some super heroine I turn out to be…" Omega Woman said; looking at her hands on the desk.

"Don’t ever let me hear you say that again, do you hear me? Whether it’s as Omega Woman or Kameron Drake, you’ve gone through an ordeal very few people have ever gone through and lived to tell the tale. The fact that you have come out of it sane…if a bit anxious and skittish, is a testament to your strength of body and spirit." Sullivan said; in a comforting voice.

Omega Woman looked at him and smiled, a blush adorning her cheeks.

"Thanks Sully…it feels good to hear it. Regardless, I feel like I’ve failed you…in spite of your best advice, I still messed up. Had I requested backup…" Omega Woman began.

"Failed me, gimme a break! The procedures, strategies and tactics were put in place for you girls’ safety! If anything it’s me who should feel like he’s failed!" Sullivan said; giving Omega Woman a sympathetic smile.

"Besides, what’s to say that the backup wouldn’t have been dragged to the Dark Dimension along with you?" Flag Girl said.

All eyes turned to her.

"What? It’s a possibility isn’t it? The Nightmare House yields uncontrollable powers on Halloween night." Flag Girl said.

"You make a good point…best case scenario would have been if we simply assured crowd control to make sure no one goes in or comes out…and wait it out until midnight when November 1^st comes along." Ms Americana said.

"Different rules for different criminals. It’s been my credo for many years. Getting Halloween specific tactics will take some more work; the Nightmare Witch isn’t our only Halloween foe." Sullivan said, pensively.

"Here’s to hoping; we could all use one Halloween without all the Supernatural hoopla!" Wolf Woman said.

"Amen to that!" Jungle Babe said.

"Then again…" Ms Americana began; snickering.

"What’s so funny?" Nightraven asked.

"Hee! Hee! Hee! T…two years ago, it was Prof…Professor Pervo who acted up on Halloween night…and what Quentin did to…to the old bastard…" Ms Americana said; chuckling.

"Oh yess, that was hilarious!" Got Gal said; chuckling along.

"Why, what happened? I had time off due to too much School work for that whole week." Azure Angel said.

"O…okay…in early October that year, Pervo executed a well planned escape from Prison; the man is smart...he kept a low profile until Halloween night." Ms Americana said; getting her giggles under control.

"Thanks to an anonymous tip, Ms Americana had tracked Professor Pervo to a hideout in a Cemetery…on Halloween night; give the bastard credit, he has a flair for theatrics." Got Gal said.

"So, following procedure, Ms Americana called Got Gal for backup. I was advised a bit late, due to equipment malfunction. But once I’d gotten word, I hauled my ass to their coordinates; and I caught the fat old fart in the act…" Sullivan said; clenching his fists with a stern look on his face.

"Easy there Quentin…don’t get all upset, tell them what you did!" Ms Americana said; grinning, playfully ruffling his hair.

The She-Legionnaires stifled a giggle at his embarrassed reaction.

"Mind the do will you? All right…I arrived on site after Pervo had a chance to use a shrink ray on them…" Sullivan began.

"…and sexually assaulting us…" Got Gal added.

"Yes…the old fart has a one-track mind…anyway; I got there while Pervo was so engrossed with impregnating Ms Americana and Got Gal with his mutated wasps while they were heavily chloroformed, that he never heard me sneak up on him. I picked up his shrink ray gun and turned it against him." Sullivan said; smiling.

Got Gal laughed heartily.

"Yes! After you…Hee! Hee! Hee! Gave us the…Hee! Hee! Anti-anesthetic we…Ha! Ha! Ha! We could hear Pervo screa…Hee! Hee! Screaming …after you shrank him; you had dropped him in a…a…Ha! Ha! Ha!" Got Gal said; laughing uncontrollably.

"Dropped him where? Dropped him where?" Got Chick asked.

"There were several small cages with various bugs…one had what I assumed to be a domesticated tarantula." Sullivan said; giggling.

"Pervo was stu-huh-huck…Ha! Ha! Ha! Stuck in the cage with the tarantula hovering over him…" Ms Americana continued; her ample bosom shaken with laughter.

Every She-Legionnaire at the boardroom table was laughing to tears.

"So I told him ‘shut up and remain perfectly still, if you don’t want it to have you for lunch!’ With Pervo under control, I gave Ms Americana and Got Gal a sonic disrupter treatment, which they followed up with antiviral and antibacterial purges." Sullivan concluded; chuckling along.

"Saved our bacon once again and avoided us massive humiliation…my hero!" Ms Americana said in a sensuous voice; giving Sullivan an affectionate look that made him blush and made the other She-Legionnaires snicker.

"At any rate, we do have sleeping quarters on the top floor Omega Woman; you are free to use them for as long as you need." Ms Americana said.

"You know…I might take you up on that…I know I’m being silly but…" Omega Woman said.

"Whatever you need Omega Woman; you got it." Ms Americana said.

"Thanks. I don’t intend on making a permanent residence here but until I get my self-confidence back; I appreciate it." Omega Woman said.

"I can accompany you to your apartment to get some personal effects if you like. You’ll have plenty of company; who’s on watch tonight?" Got Gal asked.

"That would be myself; Nightraven, Hexanna and Jungle Babe. If Kammie needs anything, we’ll be close by." Lady Midnight said; smiling.

"Thanks Got Gal, but I think I can get some overnight clothes and civvies myself…it ain’t dark outside yet!" Omega Woman said; with a wink.

"All right, then if there are no other items on the agenda I think we can adjourn." Ms Americana said.

As everyone else was leaving, Ms Americana and Special Agent Sullivan remained seated for a few more moments. They looked at each other and kissed.

"Well Special Agent Sullivan, what are your plans for this weekend?" She asked; smirking.

Sullivan sighed.

"Well…I need to submit a report in triplicate explaining the events surrounding Omega Woman’s rescue…one copy to Delta City’s Field Office, one to the X section of the Head Office in Washington and one for the eyes of the POTUS only…fun and games…" Sullivan said; his voice trailing off.

Ms Americana giggled.

"Right…didn’t I see you submit said report the day following our little adventure? I know my Quentin; he’s very organized and methodical, never leaves anything to the last minute. Try again wise guy!" Ms Americana said; grinning.

"Okay, I’m busted…but why ask questions you already know the answer to?" Sullivan asked; smiling.

"Because it’s fun! Tell you what; how about we go to my cottage near Lake Magog north of the border? Just you, me and a quiet lake…a nice skinny dip in the Jacuzzi sipping Champagne…" Ms Americana said; smiling charmingly.

"I like the way you think baby girl!" Sullivan said; returning her smile.

"I’ll call Charles and have him prepare the Cottage." She said; as they stood up.

"Yeah…and before we go humor me and scan the place for bugs and hidden cameras…I don’t trust the old fart." Sullivan said.

She giggled again.

"Yes, old Charles does come across as a bit of a dirty old man doesn’t he? Absolutely my love; I’ll perform one before we board my private jet and another one once we settle in. And…I might have a surprise in store for you!" She said; whispering the last part.

Sullivan felt his knees buckle as they exited the boardroom.

"My dear, your surprises have a habit of making me nervous!" Sullivan said.

"Good!" Ms Americana said; with a smug smirk on her lips.

Chapter 8

Conclusion – in a luxurious Chalet near the lake

"So peaceful…a man could get used to this!" Agent Sullivan thought; smiling.

They had arrived a few hours earlier and had just finished settling in. Brenda had fixed them some café-cognacs and suggested that he took a gander at the rear patio while she slipped into something more comfortable.

He leaned on the balustrade facing Lake Magog and took a long sip of cognac-spiked coffee; observing a few teenagers fishing in a rowboat in the middle of the lake.

"So young and care-free…be glad you don’t have to deal with the crap we do kids…" Sullivan thought; a subtle smile on his lips.

Brenda Wade joined him on the patio. She was barefoot and dressed in a blouse tied into a knot under her ample bosom and denim shorts; carrying a café-cognac of her own.

"There, now I feel more comfortable…cat got your tongue Quentin? You haven’t said much since we got here!" Brenda said; wondering why he wasn’t commenting on her Daisy Duke outfit.

"Sorry baby…somehow it’s just such a shock to be surrounded with so much peace and quiet…it feels…" Sullivan said.

"Glorious?" Brenda said; smiling, and then taking a sip from her mug.

"Yes…that’s the perfect word to describe it, glorious…warm sunny day, hot girlfriend in a sexy outfit, far away from Delta City and all its daily hoopla…I feel so relaxed…and happy Brenda! So happy I could just…" Sullivan said; looking lustfully into her eyes and putting his mug on the balustrade.

"Yes Quentin?" Brenda said; also putting her mug on the balustrade as she brought her face closer to his, their noses almost touching.

"…make love to you, right here, right now on the patio floor and out in the open!" Sullivan said; breathing faster.

She smiled mischievously.

"Well…the closest neighbor is five kilometers away, that rowboat is about a kilometer and a half away…the Cottage has no bugs or hidden cameras and Charles is at his home in the city entertaining family…wanna see if we can make those kids in the rowboat feel uncomfortable?" Brenda said; in a husky voice that drove Sullivan wild.

He pulled her closer; their lips fiercely connecting, his tongue parting her lips and having no trouble finding hers, as they resumed their familiar game of sensual tongue tag. Their hands fumbled over each other’s clothes as they kissed.

He managed to untie her knotted blouse as she unbuckled his belt. They broke their lip lock to allow the removal of her blouse; revealing Brenda’s gorgeous G-cuppers, imprisoned by a lacey red bra.

"God you’re so gorgeous…" Sullivan mumbled.

"You’re pretty hot yourself…" Brenda replied; in a near whisper as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down.

She forcefully pulled his jeans and briefs down, allowing his boner to spring out, and then placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Sit your ass on that bench behind you mister; you’re about to get your cock sucked!" Brenda said in a breathy voice that cut through him like a sharp knife.

"Yes ma’am!" He replied, sitting down.

She knelt before him, removing his trademark snakeskin boots, and then pulled his jeans, briefs and socks off. He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on top of his discarded clothing items, his massive muscles twitching a bit at the contact of the cool air against his skin. She moved in between his legs and licked him up and down; balls, shaft, glans and back down, making him tremble.

"God that feels so good…you still know how to tease me the right way…" Sullivan moaned; enjoying every sensation and anticipating when she would engulf his trembling cock in her warm, wet mouth.

"You like that baby? Let’s make things interesting…" She said; taking the head of his cock in her mouth but going no further, rolling her tongue around it, tasting his pre-cum and reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Released from their lace prison, Brenda Wade’s massive G-cup breasts dangled heavily; adding visual stimulus to her teasing blowjob. Grinning, she interrupted her blowjob, dropped her bra on the patio floor next to the rest of the discarded clothes and sandwiched his cock between her massive tits.

"Shall I jerk you off with my girls Quentin?" She asked, teasingly.

"Please baby…I’m begging you, please jerk me off with those gorgeous tits!" Sullivan said; beginning to feel uncomfortably hot.

She pressed her opulent chest in his crotch and wiggled it; feeling Quentin’s balls and throbbing cock pulsating in her cleavage, pre-cum wetting her skin and reminding her of how wet her pussy was getting from this foreplay. She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, licking the head of his cock; tasting him.

"Ohh baby…"He grunted; eyes rolling back into his head, as sensations multiplied, driving him wild.

She snickered charmingly, watching him twitch and squirm under her caresses, as he desperately tried to stay in control.

"That’s it Quentin my love, let it build…Old Faithful is loading up and that’s the way I like it!" She thought; mischievously.

He gasped, as in one fluid motion; Brenda’s massive breasts slid down and were replaced by her hot, wet mouth. She engulfed his cock; deep-throating him like only she knew how, her eyes lustfully admiring his body writhing with pleasure.

"Oh God…oh God…Brenda, that’s too good…" He mumbled; feeling his self-control slipping away.

With a wicked grin, she stopped and looked him in the eyes.

"Don’t you dare cum yet mister; we’re only getting started!" She said; her face flushed from excitement.

"Oh you bet baby…bring those gorgeous tits right here…" He said; pointing at his mouth.

Smiling, she pushed her G-cuppers together and brought them to his mouth; anticipating the sweet, pleasurable sensations she knew only he could provide her. She gasped, as Quentin obliged; kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling her luscious nipples, gently at first, then increasingly passionately.

"Uuhhh yeahhh…Quentin baby…that feels good…very good…" She said; unconsciously kneading her breasts as his mouth delivered pure pleasure to her nipples.

While his mouth was busy licking, sucking and nibbling; his hands reached down to her waist. He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her zipper down, cueing her to shake her hips and legs, to help him pull her Daisy Dukes off. Her shorts slid down her long, muscular legs and she kicked them aside, reminded of how wet she was as the cool air touched her labia.

"Quentin…my pussy’s getting jealous…" She whispered in a breathy voice.

"Let’s remedy that then…sit on me…" He mumbled; his voice hoarse.

He brought his legs together to allow her to kneel on the bench as she straddled him. She reached down with her left hand; grabbed his fleshy cock and pointed it upward to her vet, wanting pussy. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, feeling his shaft sliding deep within her, enjoying every second of it.

"Oh yeaaahh…" She grunted; pressing her upper body against Quentin’s massive, muscular chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, wanting to make that sensation of togetherness last a bit longer; skin on skin, cock in pussy, two bodies made one. She then put her forehead against his, her eyes looking deep into his and began rolling her hips sensually; moaning and breathing faster.

They resumed French-kissing, his hands sliding down her back and grabbing her firm, muscular buttocks, indicating to her that it was time to begin the up and down motion; her raising and lowering herself onto his hard shaft while he pistoned in and out of her.

As their cadence increased, they stopped kissing, focusing on their movements and pleasuring each other; moaning and groaning louder.

"Yeah…yeah...YEAH…" He grunted.

"Oh yeah Quentin, don’t stop…don’t stop…" She moaned.

Without warning, still firmly grabbing her buttocks and with her arms around him; he stood up, with a strong pelvic thrust that made Brenda shout a loud "OH!" of mixed pleasure and surprise, making her cum hard. Looking over his shoulder, she noticed that that last scream of pleasure seemed to have grabbed the attention of the teenaged fishermen who were wondering where that scream came from.

"Strong man tactics Agent Sullivan?" Brenda said in a breathless voice; gravity enhancing the orgasmic sensations of his cock deep in her pussy.

"Like it?" he mumbled in her ear; smirking.

"Yeah…intense, it made me cum hard!" She said; giggling.

He lowered his knees to put her feet on the patio floor.

"Lie down on your back baby; I wanna match that blowjob you gave me!" He said; smiling as he knelt lower to slide out of her pussy.

"Yes sir!" She said; smiling as she lay down on the wooden patio floor.

He spread her legs open and lay on his stomach, leaning on his elbows. He spread her pussy lips with his left hand, inserted his right hand middle finger in her wet slit and brought his mouth to her clit.

"UUUHH! Easy there Quentin, I’m still sensitive from that impaler you pulled on me!" Brenda said; in a trembling voice.

He looked up at her mischievously from between her legs, marveling that he could barely see her face from the flesh mountain of her massive tits. His middle finger located that special spot within her pussy that he was looking for; her G-spot.

His tongue reduced its intensity on Brenda’s clit, to make sure the sensations would be pleasurable and not uncomfortable; and gently rubbed, teased, massaged and rolled the lumpy G-spot until more love juice oozed from Brenda’s cunt.

"Ohhh easy Quentin…easyyy!" She said in a high-pitched voice; breathing faster.

He increased his cadence with his finger and tongue; wanting her to squirt and spray him in the face.

"QUENTIIIIIN!" She screamed; as a warm stream sprayed out of her pussy and in his face.

She grabbed his wrist, wanting him to stop, trying to catch her breath. He kissed her clit, making her gasp again.

"Oh you jerk! I loved it, I came hard again but…making me scream this loud…outdoors…" She said; as he lay down beside her.

"Hey, it was your idea to make the kids fishing uncomfortable wasn’t it?" He said; putting an arm around her.

"So it was…I’ll have to be careful what I say next time! I came twice already…how about we both cum next?" She said; smiling.

"I’d like that…what do you have in mind?" He asked.

"We haven’t tried anal in a while…you game?" She asked grinning.

"Like a boy scout, always ready ma’am!" He replied, making her giggle.

"Let’s try this position this time…" She said; rolling on her stomach and raising her shapely rump up.

"Okay…a rim job to lubricate you first?" He asked.

"Yes please!" She said.

He knelt on the patio floor with her legs between his knees and bent forward so his hands were on her shapely, muscular buttocks and his elbows rested on the floor. He spread her ass cheeks apart, smirking. He gently blew up and down on her wet labia and anus.

"Hmm…you tease…" Brenda said; in a pleasured voice.

He buried his face between her muscular ass-cheeks, planting a firm kiss on her butt hole, making her gasp loudly.

"So pleasurable…if anal is wrong I don’t want to be right…" Brenda thought; inserting the well manicured index finger of her left hand in her mouth, gently biting it as Quentin’s tongue was now sensually circling her anus, making it wet.

She raised her pelvis a bit higher and reached with her right hand underneath her body and to her crotch, so she could play with her clit as he continued his rim job. He began gently inserting his tongue in her anus, lubricating it with his saliva.

"Mmmh…yes Quentin…like that…deeper…please..." Brenda said; moaning loudly.

Allowing more saliva to drip from his mouth, Quentin began darting his tongue in and out, inserting more saliva into Brenda’s tight hole; relaxing her and lubricating her. She bit her index finger harder as the sensations became more intense.

"Ohhh…OHHH…OHHH…finger my ass Quentin!" She commanded in an ecstasied voice.

He spat on her asshole, stuck his left hand’s index finger in his mouth to wet it and gently, slowly, inserted it in Brenda’s tight, hot ass.

"Ungh…that’s good…" She grunted; as Quentin slowly finger-fucked her ass.

"Now both holes baby?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

"Oh yeah Quentin, do it!" She replied; in a begging voice.

He pulled his index finger out of her tight ass and stuck his middle finger in his mouth. Regardless of how wet Brenda’s pussy was, he knew that wet on wet fells better than dry on wet. He spat again on her anus to make sure it was well lubricated; and re-inserted his index in her ass while inserting his middle finger in her tight pussy.

"UNGH!" Brenda grunted with pleasure; her eyes rolling back into her head from the sheer intensity of the sensations, her fingers still playing with her clit.

Smirking, Quentin began double finger-fucking Brenda using long; slow strokes, wanting her next orgasm to be as explosive as the previous one.

"Ohhh…ungh…uhh…AHH! Stick your cock in my ass Quentin! I want it in my ass!" She begged; in an uncharacteristic squeaky voice; moving her hand away from her pussy so she could brace herself with both arms.

He gently pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock with his right hand. He spat in his left hand and covered is cock with saliva. He first touched her puckered up anus with the head of his cock, making gentle contact, saying without words "It’s me, relax, open up…let me in." Without much effort, his cock glided inside her hot, tight ass; glans first and then shaft. Slowly, all the way in, until his pubis was touching her firm, muscular buttocks.

"UNGH YEAH…" Brenda grunted again; louder.

"Good God your ass is so tight…" Quentin groaned; slowly rocking his hips back and forth; his knees getting sore from the hard patio floor and not caring.

"Faster Quentin, FASTER; FUCK MY ASS!" Brenda commanded; her voice taking its weird squeaky tone again.

He complied; his pubis slamming against her firm buttocks as she pushed her pelvis backwards to meet each of his thrusts. Singing a chorus of pleasured moans and groans; Brenda was nearing her next orgasm while Old Faithful was about to explode within her rectum.

"Oh baby I’m so close…" He grunted, sweating profusely, beads of his sweat sprinkling Brenda’s shoulder blades.

"Do it Quentin…" She replied; the knowledge of his approaching orgasm driving her own that much closer.

"If you don’t stop pushing that gorgeous ass of yours against me I’ll…" He said; breathing hard.

"Don’t hold back baby; cum with me, explode in my ass!" She said; in a sultry voice that she knew would trigger his orgasm.

"OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM!" Quentin said in a loud voice; Old Faithful erupting inside Brenda’s tight ass.

"CUM! CUM WITH ME BABY! CUMM!" Brenda replied; breathless.

Still within her, he reached underneath her to hold her breasts. Giggling, she lifted her chest up by propping herself up on her elbows. He bent forward and she turned her head to look at him. As he gave her breasts a firm, affectionate squeeze; he stretched his neck so their faces could touch. They kissed.

"God I love you so much!" He said.

"Right back at you Quentin, but uh…baby…I am enjoying this, but I could really use a bathroom right now…" She said; grinning.

Feeling embarrassed; he gently pulled out of her.

"Of course…considering I just came in your ass…" He said; his voice trailing off.

Brenda laughed good-heartedly.

"I won’t be long Quentin…get the Jacuzzi started and bring our beverages there…I’ll meet you there for round two; you and I are just getting started!" She said, with a wicked grin as she got to her feet.

He watched her walk back indoors gape-mouthed.

"She’s back in her tantric mode…good thing I took my vitamins this morning!" He thought; picking up the clothes from the patio floor.

"I’ll come back for the coffees once the Jacuzzi’s up and running…sex on the patio, sex in the Jacuzzi…I’m being spoiled this weekend!" He thought as he walked in; wondering if Brenda would make another appearance as Brigitte the horny French maid.

The End