Ms Americana Fanfic

Preamble

In an abandoned shack in the middle of the woods, four men were bound and gagged with bags over their heads. They wore black slacks; tiger print jackets, bloodied white shirts and crooked black ties. A man dressed in a black track suit and a ski mask with a syringe in his hand stood before them.

He pulled the bags off their heads, revealing badly pummeled faces. Exposing their necks by pulling their collars sideways, he gave them each a shot, in the jugular.

"Gentlemen, and I use the term loosely, you have just been injected with Sodium Pentathol. Truth Serum. I have only two questions for you; which you will answer before I disclose your coordinates to the authorities. First, you will tell me where Kitty Kat is hiding. Second, I want to know which one of you losers raped Ms Americana first." The man in the ski mask said.

He tossed the syringe in the wood stove, burning any evidence of the truth serum. He removed the gags from his prisoners and stood before them, sternly.

"K…Kitty Kat’s hiding at…" henchman Morris mumbled; nauseated by the truth serum.

Chapter 1

"Protocol is protocol Sullivan; our superiors in Washington warned me you were a loose cannon but…" Assistant Director Carpenter said; nearly screaming.

"But Washington gave me carte blanche when I was reassigned to this crap post! You know why? Because this fucking rectum of a town called Delta City makes the Bermuda Triangle look like a vacation resort for seniors!" Sullivan blurted out; angry.

"…but pistol-whipping a bound prisoner could cost you your damned post!" Carpenter said; finishing his sentence.

"Yeah, ‘the damned post’! Nobody wanted the ‘damned post’; so I was promoted here, seeing how I disposed of the Aberration. So don’t give me any shit about protocol; Kitty Kat and her gang have finally been apprehended, and at the end of the day that’s my job." Sullivan replied; leaving his commanding officer staring back at him gape-mouthed.

"Sullivan, you need a vacation. You’re relieved of duty until further notice." Carpenter said.

Sullivan chuckled, shutting his computer off.

"Is something funny?" Carpenter asked.

"I’d just love to be a fly on the wall to see the look on your face when you announce your decision to the higher-ups in Washington! I’m your Dirty Harry Carpenter; you need me one hell of a lot more than I need this post." Sullivan said; standing up.

"For the record, if it weren’t for Brenda Wade pressuring the Governor to keep you in this Field Office I would have shipped you back to Washington months ago. I guess fucking billionaire bitches has its privileges." Carpenter said; with a sneer.

Sullivan’s face turned red and he pounded his desk with his right fist; making his phone bounce on his desk and Assistant Director Carpenter recoil.

"Oh you’d love it if I took a swing at you; this way I’d be barred from the Bureau altogether. I’d love to go back to D.C.; really. But this isn’t about what I want; what Brenda Wade wants or what you want Marvin old pal. The Higher ups in D.C. pull the strings regardless of what we want." Sullivan said; his eyes burning a hole through Assistant Director Carpenter.

Assistant Director Carpenter observed quietly as Sullivan put his jacket on and picked up his briefcase. Sullivan stopped at the door threshold and addressed Assistant Director Carpenter one last time.

"Just between you and me Marvin, I don’t need your approval but I would have appreciated some respect. You think I would have earned that by now. Speaking of respect, if you ever disrespect Brenda Wade in my presence again, I will belt you one; the Bureau be damned." Sullivan said.

"My comments about Ms Wade were out of line and I take them back. But you’re still relieved of duty until you can get your head back on straight. You do have my respect; I’m just fed up of cleaning up behind you. You may have carte blanche from Washington, they’re not the ones having to cover the Bureau’s collective ass; I am." Assistant Director Carpenter said.

After a tense stare down, Sullivan shrugged and walked away. Stepping in the elevator, Sullivan sighed.

"Okay…so Brenda won’t talk to me since I lectured her about her last two botched Ms Americana missions…the Nightmare Witch and the Gremlins are still at large and now I’m unofficially suspended for taking care of Kitty Kat and her gang. All in all I’d say it’s been a fun week." Sullivan brooded.

Chapter 2

Many hours later, slouched in a dusty easy-chair, Sullivan was working on his fourth Bourbon on the rocks; absent-mindedly watching TV when his phone rang. Letting out a frustrated grunt, he reached for the handset and picked up the phone.

"Yeah what?" Sullivan mumbled; his voice sounding hoarse.

"Well, Special Agent Sullivan, replaced me so soon? Making love to a bottle of Jim Beam no less?" The familiar voice of Brenda Wade said.

"Kiss my ass Wade, have you called me to gloat?" Sullivan said.

"What are you talking about? I just saw the news, Kitty Kat and her gang finally apprehended after months on the run; thanks to the relentless efforts of Special Agent Quentin Sullivan." Wade said.

"So I made the news did I?" Sullivan said; taking another sip.

"You did; and I wish you’d put that drink down. Nightraven’s snooped in her Dad’s files… Morris, Leo and the other two goons looked like they had spent 20 minutes in a cage with Butcher Shreve…you kept your promise and started kicking the asses of those bastards who molested Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Nightraven…" Wade said, her voice trailing off.

Sullivan could picture the smile on Brenda’s face.

"Yeah, I always do my homework, settle my scores and keep my promises…even if my girlfriend unceremoniously threw me out." Sullivan said; taking another sip of Bourbon.

"Quentin, you know me, I hate being lectured…even if you are being the voice of reason. Having that power belt sometimes makes me forget that I’m not infallible; the same applies to the other members of the She-Legion…we become so complacent that we often feel we can do no wrong." Wade said; her voice sounding apologetic.

"And your pride doesn’t appreciate a swine on two legs rubbing your face in your mistakes." Sullivan said, taking another sip.

"Something like that Quentin…though you’re hardly a swine. Truth is I was already too embarrassed being bested by the Nightmare Witch and later by the Gremlins…your lecturing just pushed me over the edge. I still love you Quentin. The way you pummeled Kitty Kat’s bastards shows me you love me too." Wade said.

"So am I welcome at your place again?" Sullivan asked; putting his glass down on the coffee table in front of him.

"You’re welcome at my place; first, second or third residence any time you want. No matter how mad I may have been at you, I miss you; badly." Wade said.

Sullivan could detect a sob in her voice.

"I miss you too Brenda. I bet the News cast didn’t mention my ‘forced time off’?" Sullivan said.

"What? According to Commissioner Bordon, you were taking a well-deserved vacation!" Wade said; sounding shocked.

Sullivan laughed.

"Oh that’s a hot one! Assistant Director Carpenter basically told me he was fed up cleaning up my messes and that I was off-duty until I get my ‘head on straight’!" Sullivan said, tempted to reach for his Bourbon but deciding not to.

"Why that zit-faced bastard! Then again this may play in our favor Quentin. I need to see you…brew up a pot of coffee; I want you as sober as possible when I get there. See you in a bit; big boy." She said; her voice taking a deep, breathy quality that made Sullivan drop his handset.

"See…see you in a bit Brenda, ciao…" Sullivan said, putting the handset back on the cradle.

"I guess I better get some coffee ready then!" Sullivan said; getting up.

Chapter 3

"Coffee maker working, I really need to wash-up…" Sullivan thought; lathering up under a warm shower.

He gave his scalp a good scrub with a tar shampoo and rinsed off thoroughly. Still wet, he stepped out of the shower and reached for his can of shaving cream.

"If I’m not squeaky clean I won’t get no nookie…" Sullivan thought; massaging the shaving cream on his face.

As he shaved, he heard the lock on his front door being unlatched.

"Quentin?" Brenda Wade called; as she locked up behind her.

"I’m in the bathroom baby; making myself all pretty for you!" Sullivan said; chuckling.

Giggling, Wade joined him in the bathroom.

"Hey sexy!" She said; giving Sullivan’s naked butt a teasing slap.

"Hey gorgeous…I’m almost ready Brenda; help yourself to some coffee in the kitchen, I’ll be right with you." Sullivan said, wiping the excess shaving cream off his face with a wet cloth.

"Don’t be too long Quentin! I’ll pour you a cup too; cream and sugar, like in College?" She asked.

"You know me well Ms Wade!" Sullivan replied; splashing some aftershave on his face.

Brenda left the bathroom, heading for the kitchen. Sullivan reached for a towel and looked at the floor with a wince.

"It might have been a better idea to towel off before shaving…" Sullivan thought as he toweled off.

He wrapped himself up in a bathrobe and joined Brenda in the kitchen. What he saw made him stare gape-mouthed; arousing him.

"Ah yes ze coffee she is ready Monsieur Sullivan!" Brenda said, with an exaggerated French accent.

She had changed into a French maid outfit; her G-cuppers pushed up in a cleavage blouse that exposed a lot of flesh and a mini skirt so high that her thong was exposed. The outfit was completed by fishnet stockings, a garter belt and a pair of stiletto heels.

Sullivan walked closer, unable to say a word.

"What is wrong Monsieur Sullivan; I look nice no?" Brenda asked; in character.

"You look nice yes; you’re a damned knock-out!" Sullivan said; his boner poking through his robe.

"Ah, merci beaucoup Monsieur Sullivan you are so sweet!" Brenda said, bending over in an exaggerated fashion to put the coffee pot back on the coffee maker; exposing her shapely, muscular buttocks to Sullivan.

He dropped to his knees behind her, burying his face in her shapely ass while she was bent over; moving her thong aside to taste her wet pussy.

"OH! Monsieur Sullivan how DARE you take advantage of your poor maid like zees?" Brenda said in mock protest; still keeping in character.

Sullivan inserted his tongue in her wet slit, teased her clit, her pink anus and her labia; making her pant and moan loudly.

"Yes…yess…Monsieur Sullivan zat feels good!" Brenda moaned; still staying in character.

Sullivan stood up and pulled her thong down, making her gasp. She shook her legs to let the thong slide down to her ankles. Sullivan slipped out of his robe while Brenda unbuttoned her blouse, letting her massive tits hang out. Sullivan grabbed her hips; getting ready to fuck doggy style, but groaned.

"Damned stiletto heels; your pussy’s too high!" Sullivan said, making Brenda giggle.

He swept Brenda off her feet; making her yelp in surprise. He laid her on her back on the kitchen table; pulling the thong off her ankles, allowing Brenda to spread her legs open. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer.

"There, just the right height and angle!" Sullivan said; sliding his cock into Brenda’s moist core, making them both moan loudly.

"Monsieur Sullivan, what are you doing to me?" Brenda said; her French accent almost gone and the lustful look on her face nearly making Sullivan shoot his load prematurely.

"Just making the hot French maid feel good…" Sullivan replied; his voice so low and soothing that it made Brenda shiver.

He put her legs on his shoulders and began thrusting into her; deep and hard.

"Ohh…hmmm…yeahh…yeah Sully…YEAH SULLY…pound me good! POUND ME HARD! FUCK ME!" Brenda shouted; breaking character, as she felt an orgasm overtaking her body.

Sullivan let her legs slide down to the crook of his elbows and began thrusting harder and faster, making her scream in pleasure. She caressed her clit with one hand and her nipples with the other, squeezing Sullivan’s cock greedily with her pussy.

"B-Brenda…that feels too good, I’ll cum too fast…" Sullivan said, perspiring.

"I’m about to cum again Quentin; go wild, fuck me hard! Make the dirty maid all sticky with your cum!" Brenda said, begging.

Sullivan began pumping his hips fast and furious; his face flush.

"Yeah baby like that! I…I…CUMMIIIIIING!" She shouted in a high-pitched voice.

Sullivan pulled out; Old Faithful squirting several loads showering Brenda’s face, hair, tits, maid’s uniform and pubic hair.

"Wow…that was amazing; I loved the role play! Looks like we both need to shower again though!" Sullivan said, smiling; making Brenda giggle.

"While we shower there’s something I need to discuss with you…since the Bureau doesn’t seem to appreciate your talents." Brenda said; as Sullivan helped her out of her shoes.

"I’d be glad to hear you out…sexy way to discuss business…under the shower!" Sullivan said; making her chuckle some more.

Both buck-naked, they walked back to the bathroom to shower.

Chapter 4

As they rinsed off the soap off each other’s body; Brenda knelt down in front of Quentin, with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Wash my hair Quentin, use the bottle of baby shampoo?" She asked, looking up at him.

Sullivan reached for the bottle, smiling.

"For the few times you actually slept over, you barely used that bottle of baby shampoo…gasp!" Sullivan said; the sensation of Brenda’s mouth swallowing his cock startling him.

He looked at her gape-mouthed. She released his cock and gave him a coy look.

"What; is something the matter?" She said; swallowing and releasing his cock again.

"I…I thought you wanted to talk business while we showered….gasp!" Sullivan said; gasping again as Brenda swallowed and released his cock once more.

"I do; but you’re hard like a steel bar again, you can’t concentrate on business when you’re this aroused!" She said; swallowing and releasing his cock again.

"B-Brenda…I’ll get shampoo in your eyes..." Sullivan said; surrendering to her talented mouth.

"Baby shampoo, remember? Wash my hair while I relieve your tension! We can talk business later, and besides; you made me cum twice, you only came once!" She said; and proceeded to bob her head up and down on Sullivan’s hard shaft.

Moaning loudly, Sullivan lathered up Brenda’s luxurious mane of hair; gently scratching her scalp for good measure.

"’eah ‘ike ‘hat!" She said, with Sullivan’s cock still in her mouth.

As he rinsed off her hair, she began deep-throating him and licking his balls at the same time; making his knees buckle.

"OH GOD BRENDA I’M CUMMIN’!" He shouted, putting his hands on her head to keep his balance.

She moved her head back to take his load in her mouth and released his cock. Gasping; he watched her let his cum drip from her mouth onto her tits with a sultry look on her face.

Smiling, she stood up and rinsed her tits clean with the showerhead.

"Weak in the knees Agent Sullivan?" She asked; with a teasing smirk.

"You have a talent for understatement Ms Wade…" Sullivan said; still catching his breath, making her giggle.

He turned the shower off and grabbed a pair of clean towels; handing one to Brenda.

"After the last debacle with Omega Woman – nice cover up work for the porn tapes by the way…" Brenda said as she toweled off.

"Easy enough; I found a pair of porn actresses that looked like the two of you, created a ‘porn stars for a cure for breast cancer’ charity and the rest played itself out. The Gremlin King will find his coffers quite empty when he comes out of hibernation; and the ill-gotten money will go towards a worthy cause." Sullivan said.

"Those day-after pills for non human hybrids are hard on the system too…at any rate, like I was saying; after the train wreck with Omega Woman and our subsequent argument, I sat down with the rest of the She-Legion. As mad as I may have been with you, we all agreed that it was time to think out of the box. It’s hard for me to vouch for your ‘above the law’ methods, but I have to admit it’s time we put our heads together. Even Flag Girl is warming up to you." Brenda said; wrapping her long hair into a turban with her damp towel.

Sullivan smiled.

"Hopefully you girls can keep me honest." He said.

"And hopefully you can keep us grounded. Where are you at on your hit list?" She asked.

"The Geek and his kin are carefully keeping underground; I wish I could wrap my mitts around his scrawny neck…but it would be even better if Flag Girl kicked the tar out of him, get her humiliation at his hands out of her system and give him a taste of his own medicine." Sullivan said, hanging his towel.

They walked back to the kitchen to get dressed.

"I like the way you think Quentin!" Brenda said; slipping her thong back on.

"Rumor has it that Pirate King has had extensive surgery to change his looks and most of his ‘maties’ have surrendered themselves to the police…word has gotten around about how I handled the Aberration you see." Sullivan said; slipping back into his bathrobe and sitting at the table in front of his coffee.

"I have a bone to pick with that Sea Witch…so my Sully’s reputation is preceding him huh?" Brenda said; smiling as she slipped on her jeans.

She tossed her French Maid outfit in its bag and reached for her bra under the table.

"You could say that yes…my research on the other witch; the Nightmare Witch, yielded this much info: her powers are at their peak on Halloween night as well as on nights of full moon, though not as powerful. If we could locate her before next Halloween and on a non full-moon night we would stand a better chance at defeating her…de-powering her completely will require more research though." Sullivan said, reaching for his cup and taking a sip of coffee.

"Impressive! I don’t know your sources but I’ll be sure to consult you next time! By the by, how did you dispose of those two Satanist imps who kidnapped Got Gal and me?" Brenda asked; slipping into her sweater, knocking the towel off her head, making Sullivan giggle.

"I cross-referenced the various databases on demonic entities and Satanist Cults. Holy Powers and Iron are their Achilles’ heal. I have no Holy Powers…so a few custom-made bullets made of raw iron shot at point blank did the trick…the puzzled look on their faces as they crumbled to dust was kinda funny actually." Sullivan said; in a matter-of –fact fashion that made Brenda stare gape-mouthed.

She sat down at the table and took a sip of her own coffee.

"You saved our lives; that’s all that matters honestly. And what about those pesky Gremlins? It would seem that Christmas time is their strong point." Brenda said; looking at Sullivan inquisitively.

"Thus far all I have is a lot of hear say, legend and myth with discrepancies so great between versions that it’s hard to sort fact from fiction. Yet they are quite real; the terminated pregnancies both you and Omega Woman suffered were not fictitious." Sullivan said; taking another sip of coffee.

"You got that right!" Brenda said; rolling her eyes.

She took another sip of coffee as Sullivan smiled, snapping his fingers.

"There is one common denominator in every version: sunlight kills them." He said with a satisfied nod; finishing his cup.

"Makes sense; they only attack at night. What’s our plan of action Agent Sullivan?" She asked; smiling.

"We need more data, more facts. How busy is the She-Legion these days?" Sullivan asked; with a mischievous smirk.

Chapter 5

Later, Sullivan accompanied Ms Americana to She-Legion Headquarters. Flag Girl greeted them first; and to both Ms Americana and Agent Sullivan’s surprise, she kissed him on the cheek.

"Please don’t be jealous Ms Americana…this is just my way to apologize to Agent Sullivan for being so rude to him last time we met. You are a man of honor Agent Sullivan; I am proud to have the opportunity to work with you!" Flag Girl said.

"I won’t get jealous…just don’t get carried away Flag Girl!" Ms Americana said; winking at Flag Girl.

"I am flattered young lady! I can understand that you distrust men after what happened to you. But we ain’t all bastards!" Sullivan said; smiling.

"I am fully aware of that now Agent Sullivan!" Flag Girl said; smiling.

They walked to the boardroom; where Omega Woman, Got Gal, Got Chick, Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Nightraven and Jungle Babe were awaiting them. They sat down.

"Ladies, gentleman, as discussed last time, Special Agent Sullivan will be our special consultant. Agent Sullivan, you have the floor." Ms Americana said.

Sullivan gave Ms Americana a surprised look; blushed, and cleared his throat.

"Okay, I wasn’t expecting to be taking the floor so soon; but I’ll try my best…but before we go any further let me say two things: please call me as Sully. My friends call me Sully." Sullivan said.

The members of the She-Legion nodded approvingly.

"Though in Brenda’s-Ms Americana’s case- she gets to call me by my first name…" Sullivan said; giving Ms Americana a wink.

"Lucky girl!" Omega Woman said; making the other members of the She-Legion chuckle.

"Secondly…I want to apologize right away if my eyes stray during the meeting; I am surrounded by gorgeous women, I feel like I’m at a Victoria’s Secret convention." Sullivan said; blushing.

"Why you smooth talker you!" Lady Midnight said; garnering approving nods from the She-Legionnaires present.

"No worries Sully, we forgive you in advance!" Got Gal said.

"Here here!" Jungle Babe said.

Ms Americana reached for Sullivan’s hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

"I won’t lie; my methods are violent and calculated; I make no apologies about that. It’s an ugly truth, but some of the super villains and villainesses we deal with can’t be captured by conventional methods; let alone be incarcerated." Sullivan said; looking at each She-Legionnaire in turn.

"I hate to agree but he’s right about that." Ms Americana said.

"Regular criminals on the other hand, such as the Geek, Kitty Kat and Pirate King can. Two rules for two types of criminals; this is a fact you must all accept if we are to work together." Sullivan said.

"I don’t think you’ll find anyone at this table who disagrees with you on that point." Lady Midnight said.

"So given the list of criminals currently on the run and since I’m currently ‘on vacation’ at the Bureau; I need you fine ladies to be my eyes and ears out there. Got Gal, I understand that you and Got Chick are journalists?" Sullivan said.

"News Reporters yes." Got Gal said.

"Any anonymous tip, any rumor no matter how outlandish it may sound about our most wanted list, report them to headquarters so we may investigate them. Don’t act solo on them; you might walk into a trap. Report, we’ll investigate and come with an action plan as a team." Sullivan said.

"Understood…what if it’s a bad tip?" Got Gal said.

"Then we won’t waste too much time on a red herring and move on to the next." Sullivan said.

"I can also snoop into Delta City PD’s files and see if anything of interest pops up." Nightraven said.

"Bless you Nightraven; that would definitely help us and our task. I’d forgotten you’re the Commissioner’s daughter!" Sullivan said; smiling.

"I realize what you say makes sense, and I owe you for the cover-up of the Ms Americana – Omega Woman sex tapes; but we’re women of action, we aren’t used to sit on our hands." Omega Woman said.

"That’s as may be; but I for one am willing to try things his way, y’know, go after a member of Delta City’s Most Wanted with a plan rather than willy-nilly and be gang-banged for my trouble?" Lady Midnight said.

Omega Woman sighed and nodded.

"So ladies, until we have a plan of action observe and report only. For the supernatural criminals, there is a person in Bayou County who owes me a few favors…she might be the go-to person to get the info we need to defeat criminals such as Panthris, Nightmare Witch and who knows, perhaps the Gremlins too." Sullivan said.

"I’ll get my private jet ready…you didn’t think I’d let you go alone, did you?" Ms Americana said; casting Sullivan a teasing smirk.

Sullivan smiled.

"It’s a wonderful idea; in fact, perhaps Flag Girl would like to join us and you can both be my Guardian Angels?" Sullivan said.

"I’d LOVE to!" Flag Girl said; nearly yelling, making the other She-Legionnaires giggle.

Chapter 6

In Brenda Wade’s private Jet; Brenda Wade, Quentin Sullivan and Dana King talked shop.

"I must warn you, Réjeanne Boudreau can be a bit rough around the edges and standoff-ish. But deep down she’s a kind woman who will stand by your side to the death once she’s befriended you." Sullivan said; as he sipped a cup of coffee.

"And you say she can help us with questions of a magical nature?" Brenda asked; with a curious frown.

Sullivan nodded.

"I realize how ridiculous this may sound, but she’s a third generation Hoodoo priestess. She’d gotten in trouble with the law bootlegging moonshine and a couple of ‘good ole boys’ had taken it upon themselves to ‘teach the half-breed bitch’ a lesson…translation, she was gang-raped by the Sheriff’s deputies before being thrown in the County Jail." Sullivan said; with a disgusted wince.

"That’s awful; men of law?" Dana interjected.

Sullivan nodded.

"She put such a hex on those men they nearly died of a rare case of Malaria…Swamp Fever. I was called in because the Sheriff was too scared to keep her in the County Jail and wanted to pass her off to the Feds." Sullivan said.

"Something tells me the Sheriff hadn’t counted on you listening to her side of the story." Brenda said, smirking.

Sullivan touched his nose comically.

"She told me about the clandestine distillery, and that she would gladly shut her operations down if her rapists were brought to justice." Sullivan said.

"Yet she had hexed those men…" Dana said.

"She promised me they’d get better in exchange of a full confession. They confessed, got better and are still doing time for rape, assault and battery. The Sheriff resigned amidst a media circus and Réjeanne became a strong ally." Sullivan said.

"You have had an exciting career Quentin!" Brenda said; smiling.

"It’s gotten a whole lot more exciting since!" Sullivan said, with a wink.

Smiling, Brenda leaned over and kissed him. Dana rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Don’t mind me you two…don’t get me wrong I’m happy for you; but sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be so lucky. Sully is an FBI agent in our confidence; it’s not like there are masses of eligible bachelors who can be trusted with our secrets!" She said.

"It starts by finding a friend…a trustworthy friend with whom you share a mutual attraction; believe it or not that’s the easy part." Brenda said.

"Then you get to decide whether or not you can share your secret with him. With a dual identity I agree it’s tough. And I had the advantage of being an old College Sweetheart of Brenda’s…right place right time; I recognized who she was and you know the rest." Sullivan said.

"I guess I need to get over my distrust of men…" Dana said.

"Sex isn’t dirty or disgusting as long as it between consenting adults. After being assaulted so many times being distrustful is normal…just remember that having sex with the right person is sensual, exhilarating and fun." Brenda said.

"When we zero-in on the Geek and friends, I promise I’ll give you first dibs on kicking the crap out of him." Sullivan said.

"I’d like that…a lot!" Dana said; smiling.

"Arrival in Bayou County Airport estimated in 12 minutes." The Private Jet’s computerized voice announced.

"Fully automated Jet…your resources amaze me Brenda!" Sullivan said.

"How far of a ride to your friend’s place?" Brenda asked; smiling.

"A ten minute cab ride into town; then we’ll need to rent a hovercraft; her shack is in the middle of swamp land." Sullivan said.

"I can only imagine the mosquitoes…good thing we’ve had our immunization booster shots!" Dana said; looking out the window.

Chapter 7

After an uneventful hovercraft ride through miles of Swampland, Quentin, Brenda and Dana made it to a small patch of dry land where an old but well maintained shack stood out like a sore thumb.

"No gators or snakes…we’re lucky!" Dana said.

"Luck’s got nothing to do with it kid; Réjeanne has put a spell on this tiny patch of swamp land after her ordeal with the Sheriff’s deputies. People who come here meaning to harm her will be greeted with alligators and snakes. Friends will be greeted with peace." Sullivan said.

"I’m sure glad she’s on our side!" Brenda said; unable to repress a shiver.

Sullivan chuckled as they climbed the front porch. He knocked.

"Réjeanne? Réjeanne Boudreau es-tu la? " Sullivan called; in his best Cajun accent.

"Oué, oué; jussa minute okay?" Réjeanne’s voice responded from the back.

An attractive middle-aged Mulatta greeted them at the door. Her salt and pepper hair was wild but clean; her eyes were a piercing grey and her teeth unusually snowy white. Unlike many stereotypes of Hoodoo Priestesses; she was dressed in a plain cotton T-shirt, khaki shorts and leather sandals.

"Sully, my good Samaritain came to visit! Don’t juss’ stand there; come in, come in!" Réjeanne said; opening the door.

They entered and Réjeanne gave Sullivan a hug.

"Sully y’ole dog how you been?" She asked; smiling.

Before he could answer, she scrutinized his face, shaking her head.

"Po’ man…you lost someone dear to you; caused you whole lot pain." Réjeanne said; as Brenda and Dana looked on, gape-mouthed.

"My sister Isabella…she died an atrocious death at the hands of a monster…but I avenged her. And I admit things started to look up afterwards!" Sullivan said.

"So I see; who da jolies poupées?" Réjeanne said; looking over Sullivan’s shoulder.

"What’d she say?" Dana said; looking confused.

"Easy there kid; ‘jolies poupées’ is the highest form of compliment coming from Réjeanne, it means ‘pretty dolls’." Sullivan said.

"I’ll take the compliment, you are very attractive yourself Ms Boudreau!" Brenda said; smiling.

"I like your friends Sully! Well, don’t juss’ stand there; introduce us already!" Réjeanne said; giving Sullivan’s forearm a playful pinch.

"Ladies, this is my friend Réjeanne Boudreau; third generation Hoodoo Priestess…" Sullivan started.

"Dat actually fifth generation but who’s countin’ eh?" Réjeanne said with a wink; making Brenda and Dana giggle.

"I stand corrected; fifth generation. This is the woman I love, Brenda Wade and her friend Dana King.

They shook hands, and Brenda and Dana were surprised with how soft Réjeanne’s hands were in spite of calluses.

"Woman he love eh? You lucky gal, if I be 20 years younger I be all over him myself!" Réjeanne said; smiling.

She squinted looking at Brenda and Dana.

"Twenty years you say? That would make you about what, 15?" Dana said; with a curious frown.

Réjeanne threw her head back and laughed heartily.

"I love you little Dana, you very sweet! Try 35!" Réjeanne said.

Brenda and Dana looked at her gape-mouthed.

"Then I can only hope I’ll look half as good as you when I’m your age…why do you keep staring like this?" Brenda asked.

Réjeanne nodded, smiling.

"Ah dear Brenda somethin’ tell me you will; in fact maybe even better… Aphrodite types have a tendency to do dat. Ms Americana and Flag Girl…yes?" Réjeanne said; leading them to the kitchen table.

They sat down.

"I’m almost afraid to ask how you know all this; you haven’t seen Sully for a while, you have no phone or TV…" Dana said.

"And no damn cell phone neither…dat way I got peace; if someone from da County need a love potion or a healing spell ‘cause they can afford no Doctor, they come see me here in person and ask." Réjeanne said.

"So…how did you figure out who we are?" Brenda asked.

"You were askin’ why I stare at you…dat why. I read people. Dat how I know Sully had a big loss too. So what bring you to Ms Boudreau’s shack?" Réjeanne asked.

"We need your help Réjeanne…some of the criminals we’re after have magical powers. They need to be stopped but we need to know how." Sullivan said.

Réjeanne nodded thoughtfully.

"Them who use juju fo’ evil always get it in the end…I be happy to help; but what for you no ask Hexanna first? She yo’ friend ain’t she Brenda?" Réjeanne said.

Brenda sighed and nodded with a sheepish look on her face.

"Yes she is…but like most of us in the She-Legion, she suffers from over-confidence and a bit of arrogance too. That’s why we came here at Sully’s request; he vouches for you. You can be more objective than Hexanna and tell us exactly what we need to do." Brenda said; humbly.

Réjeanne looked at Sullivan and smiled.

"Tell me about da magical criminals?" Réjeanne said; with an excited glimmer in her grey eyes.

Chapter 8

On the trip back to Delta City, Brenda and Quentin were chatting while Dana was pensively looking out of her window.

"I thought you said Réjeanne was rough around the edges and standoff-ish; she turned out to be rather charming!" Brenda said.

"Well she can be. We caught her on a good day; and she seems to want to set the record straight for all Witches, Wiccas, Enchantresses and Magicians out there…evil is not the norm and she’s only glad to help in that respect." Sullivan said.

"She seemed to take a liking to Dana too…Dana? Hello? You haven’t said much since we left Réjeanne’s place!" Brenda said; with a teasing smirk.

"Sorry guys; what Réjeanne told me before we left has been repeating in my head like a broken record…" Dana said; her eyes looking distant.

"What on earth did she say to you?" Sullivan said; worried that she might have tried to frighten Dana for a few laughs.

"Nothing bad really…her words were that I shouldn’t get discouraged; that she saw great things for me, as Flag Girl and in my love life…that the one my heart seeks is closer than I think." Dana said.

"Sounds great to me, why so broody then?" Brenda asked.

"As Flag Girl I have no problem with what she said…I definitely can use the boost in self-confidence. But in my love life…" Dana said, shaking her head.

She sighed and looked at Brenda and Quentin.

"At work, the only men around are married old farts who already tried to get in my panties and failed. At the She-Legion, I’m surrounded by women; and while I don’t mind experimenting every once and again, I’m no lesbian. I may distrust men, but I’m still attracted to them…and the only man around the She-Legion is you Sully." Dana said, pausing to catch her breath.

Brenda and Quentin looked at each other with a curious frown and then returned their attention to Dana.

"Réjeanne seems to know stuff…and I love you like a sister Brenda; I wouldn’t dream of coming between you and Sully." Dana said; looking down.

Brenda leaned forward and put a comforting hand on Dana’s shoulder.

"Sully’s a confessed monogamist and we are in love; but every straight man secretly fantasizes about having a threesome with two hot girls…if he’s game I am; you?" Brenda asked, with a mischievous smile.

Quentin and Dana stared at her in disbelief.

"You…can’t be serious? Dana’s gorgeous, but I’m in love with you! A threesome…really? You’re testing my fidelity right?" Sullivan blurted out.

"Sully’s right Brenda; I mean, I’d be curious to have sex with you, and Sully’s just the kind of man I’d be willing to have sex with, but a threesome…just like that? Wouldn’t you get jealous when the time comes for him to…well…penetrate me?" Dana asked.

"It’s only cheating if we do it behind each other’s back Quentin; I’m offering. I love Dana like a sister too, and if your making love to her actually helps her get over her distrust of men in general, so much the better. Come on guys, this could be fun; I promise I won’t get jealous!" Brenda said; smiling as she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing some G-cup cleavage.

Quentin and Dana looked at each other, thinking that Brenda had taken leave of her senses. Then they shrugged, and started undressing as well.

"I can’t believe I’m doing this…" Sullivan mumbled.

"I can brag to the girls at work that I’ve joined the miles high club!" Dana said; unable to resist.

They were stripped down to their underwear when the Private Jet’s computerized voice interrupted them.

"Incoming communication from She-Legion Headquarters Ms Wade." It said.

"Damn, talk about rotten timing! Okay, patch it through!" Brenda said; sounding frustrated.

"Got Gal here, how is everybody?" Got Gal’s voice asked.

"Fine…what’s up?" Brenda asked; unable to hide the impatience in her voice.

"Sully wanted us to report any tips or rumors no matter how outlandish…well; an anonymous source wants to meet with ace reporter Tanya O’Donnell with supposed tips on some of Delta City’s Most Wanted. And Nightraven’s research dug out many eyewitness reports of a woman matching Dragon Queen’s description in the Little Asia district." Got Gal said.

"Might be nothing…Dragon Queen was ostracized from little Asia when her misdeeds became publicly known; bringing dishonor to the Asian Community." Brenda said.

"Lots of Kings and Queens of crime in Delta City…at any rate it’s still worth checking out…incognito; more observe and report ladies, the last thing we need is an incident with the Asian Community over a case of mistaken identity." Sullivan said.

"Amen to that, I’ll put on my best tourist outfit and check the shops." Omega Woman interjected.

"I’ll go with you; a pair of tourists will cover more grounds." Lady Midnight chimed in.

"As far as your anonymous source goes Got Gal…it has trap written all over it; but if your source is genuine we might be missing out on key information. Stand by, we’ll be over soon. Tanya O’Donnell will be fitted with a micro-transmitter, and I suggest a few people shadow you; perhaps Got-Chick and Nightraven? Be discrete and keep an eye on Tanya…I’ll explain the rest when we get to HQ." Sullivan said.

"Sounds good to me; She-Legion HQ out." Got Gal said.

"What do you have in mind?" Brenda asked, reaching for her bra’s clasp behind her back.

"Tanya might have to play possum if it is a trap. The Micro-transmitter is tiny, the size of a beauty mark; much more discrete than a conventional wire. It works over an entirely different band, so it can’t be detected by conventional scanners." Sullivan said; slipping out of his briefs.

"Thus we can track her to the criminals’ hideout if it’s a trap! Why have her shadowed then?" Dana asked, also unclasping her bra.

"An insurance policy; even the best laid plans can go awry, and I hate to leave anything to chance…wow…" Sullivan said; his cock hard and ready to go, as he soaked in the sight of Brenda and Dana standing naked in front of him.

They moved closer to each other; forming a sensual huddle.

"Arrival in Delta City Airport estimated in 5 minutes." The Private Jet’s computerized voice announced.

"DAMNIT!" Brenda, Quentin and Dana shouted in unison.

More disappointed than angry, they picked up their clothes and began getting dressed again.

Chapter 9

After a quick detour to Wade Enterprises Research and Technology department; Brenda and Dana, back in their Ms Americana and Flag Girl suits, returned the She-Legion Headquarters with Quentin in tow.

"I…you girls go ahead, I’ll make a quick stop at the washroom…" Sullivan said; his voice sounding unusually hoarse.

"Quentin are you okay? You’ve been fidgety since we left the airport!" Ms Americana said.

"Gee, let me think; I almost get into a threesome with my girlfriend and her hot friend at six thousand feet in the air, get interrupted twice and end up blue-balled…honestly, do I look okay?" Sullivan said; comically pointing at the bulge in his crotch.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl giggled.

"Oh dear, why can’t men hold their urges like we women do?" Ms Americana said; teasingly.

"Well we’re built different! Make fun all you want Brenda; I’ll be quick." Sullivan said; in an exaggerated annoyed voice.

"Wait Quentin…Flag Girl, please join the others and tell them Agent Sullivan and I need a few minutes to freshen up. I don’t want our threesome to be a quickie in the She-Legion bathroom; we’ll reconvene at my place, I promise. I hate to leave my boyfriend sexually frustrated!" Ms Americana said; taking Sullivan by the hand.

Flag Girl smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Will do…but you owe me!" Flag Girl said; with a grin.

Ms Americana led Agent Sullivan to the bathroom and locked the door behind them. She knelt down, unbuckled hid belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipped down. She then grabbed his pants and the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down; releasing his throbbing boner. Smiling, she cupped his balls with her gloved left hand and gently stroked his shaft with her right.

"There, there, little Sully must feel so much better now!" Ms Americana said, smiling.

She let go of his genitals and reached behind her back to remove her bikini-like top. She pressed her firm G-cups in his groin, making him moan.

"Wanna fuck my tits?" Ms Americana asked.

"You know I do…but your tits will smell like cum when we join the others." Sullivan said.

"I didn’t think of that…I only swallow for you Quentin!" She said with a wink; engulfing his cock in her wet, warm mouth.

"Mmmmhyeahhh…good God you’re so good…you sure you want to…swallow?" Sullivan said; surrendering once more to his lover’s talented mouth.

She released his cock to answer.

"Yeah baby; when you feel you’re going to cum, tell me but don’t pull out, just let Old Faithful shoot down my throat!" Ms Americana said; resuming her blow job.

"Getting gasp …blown by a topless yelp Ms Americana in nnnh…She-gasp…Legion’s bah…bah…bathroom…there is a Heaven!" Sullivan said; making Ms Americana giggle while still sucking his cock.

She began deep-throating him and licking his balls; knowing the effect it had on him.

"Oh yeah baby, like that…OH YEAH! I’M GONNA CUM, I’M GONNA CUM!" Sullivan grunted; exploding in Ms Americana’s mouth.

"Mhhhm! Mhhhhm!" She moaned approvingly; greedily drinking down Sullivan’s love juice.

Smiling, Ms Americana stood up; slipping her top around her massive bosom while Sullivan pulled his pants back up.

"Better Quentin?" She asked; with a grin.

"Oh yeah…you’re the greatest!" Sullivan said.

"You’re pretty good yourself!" Ms Americana replied; squirting a few puffs of breath freshener in her mouth.

"No more evidence of my essence on your breath…you think of everything!" Sullivan said; offering her his arm in a gentlemanly fashion.

She held onto his arm and they walked out of the bathroom.

"Not everything unfortunately…that’s why the She-Legion is relying on you. The micro-transmitters in hopes that Tanya gets kidnapped and leads us to the criminals’ hideout were a great idea…awesome plan. The shadows in case something goes wrong are a smart precaution. I’m impressed!" Ms Americana said.

"If you’re impressed, I’m honored; truly. Ms Americana doesn’t impress easily.

She chuckled as they made their way to the boardroom.

Chapter 10

Ms Americana and Agent Sullivan entered the boardroom; noticing that Hexanna, Azure Angel and Wolf Woman were also present. Got Gal, Got Chick, Nightraven, Omega Woman, Jungle Babe and Lady Midnight were dressed in civilian garb.

Unable to resist, Wolf Woman addressed Ms Americana and Agent Sullivan.

"So guys, how was the quickie?" She asked; garnering a general wave of stifled giggles.

Ms Americana and Agent Sullivan cast Flag Girl a dirty look.

"You told!" Ms Americana said; flatly.

"Ms Americana, I swear; I told them you were freshening up, they just jumped to conclusions." Flag Girl said; blushing.

Sullivan sighed, shaking his head.

"And moving right along…ladies, we weren’t introduced yet?" Sullivan said; looking at Hexanna, Azure Angel and Wolf Woman.

"Hexanna, Azure Angel, Wolf Woman; this is Special Agent Quentin Sullivan, our new consultant." Ms Americana said.

"But I insist you call me Sully; my friends call me Sully." Sullivan said; extending his hand.

Smiling, Hexanna, Azure Angel and Wolf Woman shook hands with him.

"Encantado Sully; and please forgive my jab…sometimes I don’t know when to shut up!" Wolf Woman said; apologetically.

"De nada Wolf Woman…ladies, we brought a few goodies from Wade Enterprises Research Labs. Firstly, Ms Tanya, you’re getting a new beauty mark." Sullivan said; pulling a small box from his jacket pocket.

He approached Tanya O’Donnell a.k.a. Got Gal and opened the box.

"One wireless micro-transmitter…its operating frequency is too high for scanners to detect it. If this is a trap; we can trace you right to the criminals’ hideout. If your tip’s genuine, the entire conversation will be transmitted to She-Legion HQ and recorded." Sullivan said; pulling out the transmitter from the box.

"Impressive! Flag Girl was mentioning something to the effect of playing possum if it’s a trap?" Tanya said.

"I’d say…right…there…" Sullivan said; pointing at the right side of Tanya’s neck.

She smiled and moved her blonde hair aside; exposing the smooth skin of her neck. Sullivan applied the micro-transmitter with a firm but gentle touch.

"To answer your question Ms O’Donnell; yes. Play the damsel in distress. If you get chloroformed-Delta City criminals seem to have cornered the bloody market on it-we have another surprise; Flag Girl?" Sullivan said.

Smiling, Flag Girl put a small briefcase on the boardroom table.

"Ladies, this is the latest in anti-anesthesia drugs straight out of Wade Labs. It’s currently being field-tested by our top surgeons and awaiting FDA approval." Flag Girl said.

"I had this particular batch made for our purposes only; it’s slow release. Agent Sullivan said that for the amount of times She-Legionnaires were chloroformed and sexually assaulted; it’s high time we have a line of defense. Take one caplet and a room filled with ether couldn’t faze you for the next 24 hours." Ms Americana said, smiling.

"Thus the playing possum part; agreed if your assailant decides to rip your clothes off and rape you on the spot react! This is the reason I asked for Nightraven and Got Chick to shadow you incognito. But if they decide to kidnap you, play possum. Act as if the chloroform knocked you into next Sunday. We can trace you and find you. Agreed, that’s if and only if it’s a trap." Sullivan said.

"I guess playing possum can help Lady Midnight and me should we be discovered in little Asia." Omega Woman said; dressed in a loud Hawaiian shirt, tacky sunglasses and matching sun hat.

"Keep in radio contact with HQ, and I think it would be a good idea that you also take an anti-anesthetic caplet too, just in case. Don’t you agree Sully?" Ms Americana said.

"Indeed. Take no chances ladies; Delta City’s Most Wanted are in hiding, either plotting another get rich quick scheme or another Master Plan to conquer the world. They will stop at nothing. Take every precaution." Sullivan said.

"Question Sully…with all due respect, more often than not we get trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey after getting chloroformed. If we play possum; the same thing’s going to happen and we still get gang-banged!" Azure Angel said.

"Come on Az; you have to admit his recommendations make sense!" Jungle Babe said.

"She makes a legitimate point Jungle Babe. Should you be isolated, the drug will protect you from whatever sedative they try to feed you; so kick ass and call for backup. I can’t emphasize this too much; you must leave your pride at home and call for reinforcement if you’re overwhelmed." Sullivan said; sternly.

Azure Angel looked down, looking embarrassed.

"If things get really bad and reinforcements are late, stall for time to give your backup a chance to find you. Hell; pretend that you enjoy the non-consensual sex. Make your assailant over-confident and he’ll be putty in your hands. When he’s good and horny, slyly ask him to untie your hands so you can pleasure him better…and as soon as your hands are free…kick ass like you never kicked ass before. By then your backup will have made it on site." Sullivan said; giving Azure Angel an intense stare that made her flinch.

"Man he’s good!" Wolf Woman said.

"Pretend to enjoy it…play the assailant like a cheap fiddle…genius!" Hexanna said.

"Told you we needed his help to better think out of the box!" Ms Americana said; smiling.

"I suggest that while Got Gal, Got Chick, Nightraven, Omega Woman and Lady Midnight are out on their missions; the rest of us stay here and monitor. This way we can dispatch appropriate backup should it hit the fan." Sullivan said.

"I’d say that’s a wonderful suggestion!" Ms Americana said; giving Sullivan’s hand an affectionate squeeze.

"I take back any reservations I might have had at first Sully; you’re very organized!" Azure Angel said.

Chapter 11

"Say Brend…I mean Ms Americana…I’m sorry." Sullivan said; staring at the monitoring screen.

"Sorry for what Quentin?" Ms Americana said.

"For acting like I own the place…this is your backyard, not mine. This is She-Legion Headquarters, not Sully’s Garage…" Sullivan said; feeling uneasy.

"Don’t be silly, this is the very reason why I asked you here: to give us a sense of cohesion. I’d say you’re doing very well!" Ms Americana said; smiling.

Feeling the eyes of Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Azure Angel, Hexanna and Wolf Woman focused on him, he blushed.

"She’s right you know; I was the first one to scream bloody murder the first time Ms Americana brought you here, but then I got to know you. You’re damn good at what you do –cool, calm and calculated and that’s exactly the kind of coordination we need." Flag Girl said.

"Coming from Flag Girl, that is high praise indeed!" Azure Angel said.

"Yeah and if the plan backfires we know who to blame!" Wolf Woman said; chuckling.

Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Azure Angel and Hexanna all shot Wolf Woman a dirty look that made her feel uncomfortable.

"Shutting up now…sorry…" Wolf Woman said; with an embarrassed wince.

Sullivan chuckled.

"No harm done ladies…in fact, that’s the type of jokes probies have to deal with all the time at the Bureau!" Sullivan said; breaking the tension.

"Tell me Sully; is High Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau really a friend of yours?" Hexanna asked.

"Indeed she is; though she never stood much for ceremony or flashy titles. She’s happy living in peace on her small patch of dry land in the swamp; doing small favors for the locals in exchange for food and clothing. She abandoned the bootlegging business when we met." Sullivan said; smiling.

"Such a powerful woman living the life of a pauper…" Hexanna said; her voice trailing off.

"She has no need for riches…" Sullivan nearly said.

"…I envy her; she has achieved true enlightenment." Hexanna finished; surprising Sullivan with her answer.

"I wonder how our under cover team is doing…Tanya’s tracker is stationary at the old Villager’s Pub…hardly the seedy meeting place we expected." Ms Americana said.

"Also the best place for a kidnapping: crowded bar with a rowdy bunch; a woman being carried out after her drink was spiked would go unnoticed." Sullivan said.

"Killjoy!" Ms Americana said; teasingly sticking her tongue out at Sullivan, making the other She-Legionnaires giggle.

"Audio mode on; digital audio recorder on…" Sullivan said; chuckling.

"Ah Ms O’Donnell, I thought you would not show up!" A male voice said; through the indistinct chatter of the busy Pub.

"I never miss a chance to get a scoop Mr…what is your name again?" Tanya’s voice asked.

"I never gave it to you. But you can call me Sammy; I took the liberty of ordering us some brews, I hope you don’t mind." The male voice said.

"Beer is fine Mr Sammy…so you had some information for me?" Tanya’s voice said.

"Ay…I mean yes indeed I do. Being under the radar myself I see things…something major a-brewing lassie; a few big name baddies are plotting somethin’ foul." Sammy’s voice answered; followed by the sound of an exaggeratingly loud gulping sound and the clunk of the glass going back on the table.

"You have to give me more than that Sammy; rumors are a dime a dozen. I need names, I need specifics." Tanya’s voice said; the more dainty sound of her taking a sip from her glass being heard.

"Playing possum already…I’ll bet you anything that beer was drugged." Sullivan said; smirking.

"So it starts…that voice though…I know I’ve heard it somewhere!" Ms Americana said.

"The spectacled pimply-faced lad who calls himself the Geek…a whole army of his blasted Plastoids stashed away in some Delta Harbor warehouse. Building’s condemned but it ain’t abandoned you see…" Sammy’s voice said.

"The Geek…I’ve been waiting to punt that little runt into next week!" Flag Girl said, with her teeth clenched.

"That voice…where have I head it before?" Ms Americana said.

"That’s quite the scoop indeed; can I ask for your source?" Tanya asked.

"In a moment dearie…word on the street has it that he has the Sea Witch under some sort of mind control drug…she became his love toy…now me hands are hardly clean Ms O’Donnell. I have a heavy past me self…but please believe me when I say that for all the misdeeds I committed; that blonde wench was more precious to me than all the riches in the world…" Sammy’s voice said; becoming emotional.

"Pirate King…Sammy is Pirate King!" Ms Americana said.

"I would have lived a happy retired life with me blonde mermaid…I know Ms Americana will tan me hide if she catches up with me…but it’s a chance I needs to take. I don’t expect ye to go public with this…but me sources say you’re close to Got Gal and Got Gal is close to Ms Americana…I’ll give ye the exact location of the Warehouse in exchange for me Sea Witch…" Sammy’s voice said.

"That conniving bastard!" Azure Angel said.

"Polygraph reading normal…he may be Pirate King but he’s telling the truth." Flag Girl said.

"Ladies, we may have it pay dirt!" Sullivan said.

"I’ll communicate with her and see what I can do…you were mentioning other big name baddies?" Tanya’s voice said.

"Aye…that evil lass Panthris seems to find the Geek amusing and me Sea Witch to her liking…already molested her several times the two of them did!" Sammy’s voice said.

"I call that poetic justice if you ask me…" Ms Americana said; remembering the time Pirate King and his mob had gang-banged her, including being forced into lesbian sex with the Sea Witch.

"Agreed." Sullivan said; unable to repress a satisfied smile.

Tanya pulled a cell phone from her purse.

"This is a prepaid cell phone. I will contact Got Gal and the rest of the She-Legion. You should be getting a call in about an hour…if the She-Legion agrees to your terms, you can provide them with the information you gave me. The rest is up to them." Tanya’s voice said.

"Bless ye lassie!" Sammy’s voice said.

"Just so we’re clear; if you have me followed, I’ll find out and the deal’s off." Tanya’s voice said.

"Polygraph readings seem to show Pirate King’s telling the truth…but if he’s also under some mind-control drug he might be leading us into an elaborate trap…" Flag Girl said.

"Agreed…let’s recall Omega Woman and Lady Midnight; Dragon Queen can wait. I have a feeling we’ll need full force for this one…and I need to call up a favor from the Bureau." Sullivan said

He pulled out his cell phone from his jacket pocket and dialed out.

"Yeah, Townshend, Sullivan here…mega favor, I need a full scan of Delta City’s Harbor district. Satellite, infra red; the works…the She-Legion’s got an anonymous tip and if it pans out, we need to know what we’re getting ourselves into…don’t be a pig Townshend! How’s the orgy going he says…" Sullivan said; rolling his eyes.

"Okay, you’re an ass but you’re a pal Townshend; thanks!" Sullivan said; chuckling.

"What was that all about?" Ms Americana asked.

"Let’s say that my association with the She-Legion has earned me the undeserved reputation of a Casanova at the Bureau…Delta Harbor scan results are being uploaded to She-Legion computers." Sullivan said.

Chapter 12

In a cheap Delta City Harbor Motel room, a heavily drugged buxom blonde known as the Sea Witch was being brutally double-penetrated.

"Yes…yes…MORE…it hurts so good!" She moaned loudly.

"You enjoy this don’t you; you trashy blonde slut?" The Geek asked; as he fucked her in the ass.

"Yes master Geek…your small cock hurts so good in my ass; and mistress Panthris’ big cock hurts so good in my pussy…" Sea Witch said in a slow, slurry voice.

Panthris, who was the bottom layer of the Sea Witch sandwich laughed out loud.

"Hear that Geek? My hermaphrodite cock’s bigger than yours!" Panthris said; getting off on Sea Witch’s tight pussy and feeling Geek’s cock rubbing against hers from within.

"Shut up you flea-bitten freak!" Geek shouted; thrusting into Sea Witch’s ass hard, making her scream in pain.

"Or else what? You need me to watch your back or have you forgotten? You have the brains and tech…" Panthris said; on the verge of cumming.

"And you have the strength, agility and power…I complete you…" Geek said; feeling an orgasm of his own about to burst.

"And I complete you!" Panthris said, smiling.

They reached a mutual orgasm; screaming a loud "AH!"

Spent, they tossed Sea Witch aside with cum leaking out of her orifices. She fell out of bed with a dull thud as Panthris’ cock magically shrank back to the size of a normal clitoris. Geek snuggled up with her; his pimply face cushioned by Panthris’ large black tits.

"I should insult you more often; it makes you wilder in bed!" Panthris said; snickering.

"Don’t overdo it…I realize I wasn’t as blessed as other men but I don’t exactly enjoy having my face rubbed into it." Geek said.

"Most men with big cocks have a small fraction of your IQ…they may be good in bed but what’s the point if they can’t orchestrate a coup like you’re doing with me? Your cock’s big enough to pleasure me…and if I need more you never backed off from pleasuring me with your mouth." Panthris said.

The Geek raised his face from her massive tits and looked at her with an expression that was akin to genuine affection. They kissed.

"I’m glad Pirate King flaked out on us…keeping Sea Witch as our sex slave is fun." Geek said, laying his head back on Panthris’ chest.

"That’s another reason we’re so good together; you indulge my bisexual side." Panthris said; with a look akin to tenderness on her face.

A loud beeping sound got their attention.

"My PDA…there was a break-in at the Warehouse!" Geek said; jumping out of bed and tripping over the Sea Witch, falling flat on his face.

"Grrr…get that bitch back in bed!" Geek shouted at Panthris.

"Awrite little Darlin’ don’t yell!" Panthris said; getting out of bed from the other side.

Geek stood up from the floor; grabbed his glasses from the small table near the bed, and then consulted his PDA.

"Shit, it’s a She-Legion convention out there! Ms Americana, Got Gal, Flag Girl, Nightraven, Got Chick. Jungle Babe, Omega Woman, Hexanna, Wolf Woman, Azure Angel…" Geek said; sweat beading on his forehead.

"What are you so worried about; this where we see if your army of Plastoids is up to the task!" Panthris said.

Geek nodded, smiling.

"Very true my ebony goddess…how about we add to our collection of sex slaves? The mind control drug is doing wonders on the Sea Witch!" Geek said; a wicked grin forming on his lips.

"Little Darlin’, I love the way your mind works!" Panthris said, laying Sea Witch back in bed.

The Geek began typing on his PDA.

"I want them taken prisoner. Capture them and administer mind control drug."

"Imagine that my feline beauty; with the She-Legion at our mercy, Delta City is our oyster!" Geek said; with a demented smile on his face.

Chapter 13

Twenty minutes later, The Geek and Panthris were in the Warehouse, surveying the fruits of the Plastoids’ work. The members of the She-Legion were on their knees, side by side in a semi-circle, with their hands tied behind their backs. They looked at their captors with a glazed look on their faces.

"Mrroarr…what a wonderful sight, isn’t it little Darlin’? The entire She-Legion is our prisoners; heavily drugged and ready to do our bidding!" Panthris said; smiling triumphantly, holding onto the Geek’s right arm.

The Sea Witch stood behind them; expressionless.

"Indeed my ebony goddess; but the cost was heavy: my Plastoid army has been decimated from hundreds to a handful." The Geek replied.

"Don’t worry that wonderful brain of yours my Geek; even with a handful of Plastoids the City’s ours for the taking: the entire She-Legion are now our mindless slaves!" Panthris said; tickling the Geek’s chin with her right hands’ fingers.

"Thar may just be a wee matter to resolve first me maties!" A voice called from behind a bunch of crates.

Pirate King stepped out, clad in a dirty trench-coat, his white beard shaved off and his hair tied in a pony tail. He was pointing a World War II era Luger at the Geek and Panthris.

"Isn’t that typical Panthris? Now that all the hard work’s been done, Pirate King wants in!" The Geek said; smugly.

"Donna flatter yerself ye runt; ye gots somethin’ that’s mine and I ain’t leavin’ without!" Pirate King said; stepping closer.

"What do you say little Darlin’? We have a whole collection of new sex toys to play with, should we give her back?" Panthris asked; coyly.

"Oh why not…I was getting bored with her anyway…Sea Witch?" The Geek said.

"Yes Master Geek…" She answered.

"Go to Pirate King…" The Geek said.

"Yes Master Geek…" Sea Witch answered; slowly walking towards Pirate King.

"That’s right me love; come to yer Pirate King lassie…we can retire in our little island in the Caribbean like I promised ye, me pretty mermaid!" Pirate King said; smiling, tears beading in his eyes.

"Pirate King…" Sea Witch’s confused mind thought; vaguely recognizing her lover.

"…drop him!" the Geek ordered; once the Sea Witch was standing right in front of Pirate King.

Obediently, Sea Witch pulled a small caliber handgun from her pocket and fired at Pirate King. The recoil made the shot off-target and the bullet hit Pirate King in his left shoulder; several inches above his heart.

"Arrgh…ye treacherous bastard!" Pirate King screamed; dropping his Luger and clutching his injured shoulder.

"Nah…I lied…DP-ing the Sea Witch is too much fun!" The Geek said; making Panthris laugh aloud.

"I love the way that beautiful brain of yours works little Darlin’!" Panthris said; laughing.

Sea Witch stood and stared at Pirate King, his sight torturing her drugged mind.

"I…love …him…don’t I?" She thought; confused.

A loud noise startled them and the whole warehouse shook; dust falling from the ceiling.

"What in the hell was THAT?" The Geek said; freaked out.

"That, you little weasel, was the sound of your Plastoid factory going up in flames; along with the remaining handful of Plastoids." A male voice said; calmly.

A man dressed in snakeskin boots, blue jeans and a work leather jacket that concealed a bullet-proof vest stepped in front of them, and stood next to Pirate King.

"Don’t worry you old bastard; I have a bone to pick with you, but you suffered enough for one day…" The man said to Pirate King.

"And WHO the fuck are YOU?" the Geek shrieked.

"Oh I know who that is little Darlin’! It’s too bad you don’t keep up with current affairs!" Panthris said; smiling.

She let go of the Geek’s arm and walked towards the intruder.

"Mrroarr…Special Agent Quentin Sullivan; the FBI’s newest garbage man posted in Delta City…I had feeling we’d tangle sooner or later!" Panthris said; with a wicked grin on her face.

"You don’t want to go there cutie…I have a bone to pick with you too!" Sullivan said; staring a hole through Panthris’ mask.

"Stand back little Darlin’ I wanna handle him on my own!" Panthris said; her smile turning into a snarl.

With a loud growl, Panthris threw a roundhouse karate kick at Sullivan’s face; who sidestepped and ducked. Panthris tried to pounce and use her claw attachments on Sullivan’s face; only to have Sullivan use her own momentum against her and flip her like a pancake using a basic judo throw.

"That all you got freaky?" Sullivan said; reaching in his jacket pocket.

As Panthris stood up, getting ready to pounce again; Sullivan threw a handful of a special powder in her face.

"Wha…what the hell?" Panthris said; coughing.

"Like my mojo powder freaky? Pouvoir du mal quitte cette femme; esprit malin retourne en enfer!" Sullivan shouted in a loud voice; in his best Cajun accent.

"P…Panthris?" The Geek said; too terrified to move.

Panthris collapsed to the floor; trembling heavily.

"What…did…you…do…to me?" Panthris said, in a shaky voice.

"I just countered the spell that gave you your powers with a more powerful one. Now; you’re just an attractive, busty woman with a criminal record…and a bunch of pissed off She-Legionnaires wanting her hide. Now ladies!" Sullivan said.

Ms Americana, Nightraven, Flag Girl, Got Gal, Got Chick, Lady Midnight, Omega Woman, Jungle Babe, Azure Angel, Hexanna and Wolf Woman stood up; and broke their shackles as if they were made of foil paper.

"That…that’s impossible! You were beaten! You were drugged!" The Geek said; a wet spot appearing in the crotch of his pants.

"Ever heard of playing possum pipsqueak?" Flag Girl said.

"Ladies, make sure no one escapes…Flag Girl has a score to settle with the runt and Got Gal and I have a score to settle with Panthris!" Ms Americana said.

"You can’t! That’s assault and battery; you’re the goody-two shoes you don’t…" Panthris said; standing up on shaky legs.

"Like what you’ve done to them was delicate or pleasant? If this goes to Court, I haven’t seen anything." Sullivan said; crossing his arms.

"Me neither." Nightraven said.

"Or me." Got Chick said.

"See what?" Lady Midnight said.

"Just a normal mission; right?" Omega Woman said.

"Absolutely, everything’s on the up and up." Jungle Babe said.

"We’re treating the criminals with the utmost care." Azure Angel said.

"Assault and battery, us? She’s deluded." Hexanna said.

"No assault and battery here." Wolf Woman said.

They surrounded The Geek and Panthris.

"That’s for taking my virginity!" Flag Girl said; punching the geek in the face, knocking his glasses off his face.

"That’s for the milking machine on my tits!" Got Gal said, punching Panthris on the chin, knocking her into Ms Americana’s arms.

"That’s for having your buddies gang-bang me!" Flag Girl said; kneeing the Geek in the crotch.

The Geek collapsed to the floor, holding his crotch and dry retching.

"That’s for dildo-raping me!" Ms Americana said; punching Panthris in the face, knocking her in Got Gal’s arms.

"That’s for publishing naked photos of me on the internet!" Flag Girl said; kicking the Geek in the ribs.

"That’s for forcing me into lesbian sex and the chemical abortion I had to go through when you hermaphrodite-raped me!" Got Gal said; twisting Panthris’ arm and flipping her to the floor at Ms Americana’s feet.

"That…is because I plain hate your guts!" Flag Girl said; kicking the Geek in the ass.

"And that’s for forcing me into lesbian sex; forcing me to drink your disgusting hermaphrodite cum, raping me with your hermaphrodite cock and the chemical abortion I had to go through because of it!" Ms Americana said; picking Panthris off the floor, hoisting her above her head and slamming her down hard on the floor, knocking her out.

"Are we done ladies?" Sullivan asked.

"Yeah…" Flag Girl, Ms Americana and Got Gal replied.

"How do you feel?" Sullivan asked.

"I don’t know about everyone else but I feel unusually good!" Flag Girl said; panting.

Ms Americana pulled her communicator from her belt.

"Ms Americana to Commissioner Bordon, come in?" She said.

Chapter 14

A few days later, Quentin and Dana were chatting in the living room of Brenda’s primary residence, sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"So you say Assistant Director Carpenter phoned you, Sully?" Dana asked; her eyebrows arched.

"Indeed he did; he’s not much for apologies, but while the higher ups in Washington agreed with him that I needed time off, they also made it clear to him that the Delta City Field Office couldn’t do without yours truly for too long." Sullivan said.

"So they put him in his place?" Dana asked; smiling.

"Not quite…to be fair, justifying my Carte Blanche status to the press was never part of his job description. So the powers that be offered him a compromise: any ‘clean up’ operations will come from the very top. So I’m out of his hair, he’s out of mine and everybody’s happy. The higher-ups in DC told me I was free to return whenever I see fit." Sullivan said; with a shrug.

"Sweet…you know, I’ve known Brenda for years, but this is the first time she ever invites me to her primary residence…I’ve been to the secondary one a few times but never here. Where is she anyway?" Dana asked.

"She said she had a surprise for us…I can tell you this much about her: she has a thing for top floor Penthouses; and I don’t mean suites either. She owns the whole floor! She told me that her first residence is mostly for show; when Brenda Wade addresses the Press. The second residence is for gathering with friends…" Sullivan said.

"Thus that’s where I was invited …" Dana said.

"Yep, and the third residence is where Brenda goes when she wants privacy…lucky me, I visited all three. And I can bet you she has other properties under assumed names across the Globe that she hasn’t told me of yet!" Sullivan said; with a knowing smirk.

"I wouldn’t doubt it…but why the surprise? We all know we’re here for the threesome!" Dana said; casting Sullivan a flirtatious look.

"If I know Brenda I think she…" Sullivan said.

"Monsieur Sullivan, Mademoiselle Keeng?" Brenda’s voice called; from the kitchen, with exaggerated French accent.

"Bingo!" Sullivan said; with a wide smile on his face.

"Whoa!" Dana said; gape-mouthed at the sight of Brenda, dressed in her sexy French Maid outfit.

"I thought Champagne would be in order no?" Brenda said; still in character, carrying a tray with three glasses of Champagne.

She bent forward in an exaggerated manner to offer Dana a glass; flashing her G-cup cleavage to her and exposing her shapely ass to Sullivan.

"Wow…you’re already very sexy as Ms Americana; but this is…wow…" Dana said; flabbergasted, taking her glass of Champagne from the tray.

Brenda winked at her; and once again, bent forward in an exaggerated fashion to offer Sullivan his glass of Champagne, flashing him some G-cup cleavage and exposing her shapely ass to Dana.

"You know just what to do Brenda…or should it be Brigitte?" Sullivan said; picking up his glass, smiling.

"Yes, yes, I am Brigitte your personal Maid Monsieur Sullivan!" Brenda said; still in character, as she picked up her own glass and put the tray down on the coffee table.

Overtaken by desire, Sullivan put his left arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Hey! Monsieur Sullivan, what are you doing?" Brenda asked in mock protest; keeping in character.

"Dana, come here and unbutton her blouse!" Sullivan said; with a lustful look on his face.

Giggling, Dana put her Champagne glass down on the coffee table and stepped closer to them. She began unbuttoning Brenda’s blouse, freeing her massive G-cup tits.

"Not again! I will report you to ze Union! Help! Help! I am being molested!" Brenda said; without much conviction, enjoying the role-play.

Dana tentatively kissed Brenda’s nipples; making her gasp. She took Brenda’s glass from her hands and placed it on the coffee table next to hers. She took Sullivan’s glass, but Sullivan stopped her from putting it down.

"I want to drink it from her cleavage; when my face is under her tits, pour it down from the top." Sullivan said; bending forward, placing his face under Brenda’s fleshy mounds.

"Kinky!" Dana said; grinning.

"Oh no! Stop! Please! Somebody help me! Help!" Brenda said; keeping in character, feeling her pussy getting wet.

Brenda gasped and moaned at the sensation of the chilled, sparkling liquid down her cleavage and of Sullivan’s mouth lapping it from her cleavage. Feeling a bit dizzy from drinking his glass in one shot, he licked Brenda between the tits and all the way up to her throat. He looked at Dana with a mischievous grin.

"Help me lick her tits clean!" Sullivan said; his voice hoarse.

"Gladly!" Dana said; her tongue joining Sullivan’s on Brenda’s massive, firm tits.

Brenda tilted her head back and closed her eyes; losing herself in the blissful sensation of two warm, wet tongues hungrily tasting the smooth skin of her tits.

"Mmmmhhhh…oooooohhhh….oh ouiiii…." Brenda moaned loudly; still using her exaggerated French accent.

Still licking Brenda’s tits, Dana helped Sullivan remove Brenda’s blouse, short skirt, low-cut apron and g-string, stripping her down to her garter-belt, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels.

"I am naked…help me…" Brenda said; gasping with pleasure.

Sullivan knelt down and stuck his face in Brenda’s crotch; tasting the love juices oozing from her pussy, making her shout a loud "OH!" while Dana gently sucked her nipples.

"I only have one question…if I am naked, why are the two of you still dressed?" Brenda asked; breathless but still in character.

Smiling, Sullivan stood up and kissed Brenda with passion, and then kissed Dana on the lips. To his surprise, Dana was the one who slipped her tongue in his mouth first; moaning with anticipation. As Sullivan was unbuttoning Dana’s blouse, Brenda and Dana began French-kissing.

"Can’t believe I’m doing this…with my luck it’s just a dream and I’m about to wake up!" Sullivan thought; feeling his cock throbbing in his pants as he admired Dana’s flat, washboard abs and her firm, shapely C-cup tits.

"I’ve gone to Heaven and I’m surrounded with angels!" Sullivan said; in a moaning voice.

"So sweet…" Dana said.

"Isn’t he Mees Keeng?" Brenda said.

Dana’s blouse was discarded on the floor and Brenda unhooked her bra as she resumed French-kissing her. Sullivan got busy unbuttoning and unzipping Dana’s skirt, whish slid down to her ankles. Realizing that Dana was wearing stay-up stockings and no panties; Sullivan knelt down in front of her.

"With your permission Bren…Brigitte?" Sullivan said.

"Mais oui Monsieur Sullivan, please do!" Brenda said; and then began sucking on Dana’s nipples, making her gasp.

Sullivan reached around Dana; firmly grabbing onto her shapely, muscular buttocks and buried his face in her crotch, licking her labia, vulva and clit.

"OH GOD that’s so intense! Yeah…yeahhh…YEAHHH" Dana screamed in pleasure.

She ran her right hand fingers in Brenda’s hair and her left hand fingers in Quentin’s; moaning and gasping.

"Why…gasp…wha…ungh…how c…huh…how…how come he’s still dressed?" Dana asked.

"Mais oui Monsieur Sullivan, fair is fair no?" Brenda asked; casting Sullivan a teasing grin.

"Fair is fair yes; knock yourselves out ladies!" Sullivan said, standing up; smiling.

"You’re minced meat Sully!" Dana said; getting on her knees and unbuckling his belt.

"A very tasty deesh; yes?" Brenda said; unbuttoning Sullivan’s shirt, still role-playing.

"Oh yes!" Dana said; pulling Sullivan’s pants down, releasing his throbbing boner.

Overtaken by lust and curiosity, Dana took the head of Sullivan’s cock in her wet mouth, stroking his cock gently but firmly with her right hand and tickling his balls with her left.

"Hmm…niiice…could it be you’re getting over your distrust of men?" Sullivan asked.

"I theenk so; yes? Can I try some of zat Mees Keeng?" Brenda said; kneeling next to Dana.

"Absolutely; help yourself!" Dana said; moving aside.

Looking up at Sullivan in a way that made him wobbly-kneed, Brenda engulfed his cock deep in her mouth and bobbed her head on his stiff shaft back and forth, driving him crazy.

"Wanna share?" Brenda asked Dana.

"Sure, I’d love to!" Dana replied; smiling.

Dana resumed sucking the head of Quentin’s cock; while Brenda liked his shaft and scrotum.

"Hmm…yeaaahh…girls this is too hot!" Sullivan moaned.

"Ready for some cock action?" Brenda asked; breaking character.

"Oh yes!" Dana replied; looking excited.

"Lie down on the couch sweetie…let big Sully introduce you to little Sully!" Brenda said.

Snickering, Dana lay on her back on the couch; spreading her legs open.

"You sure you’re cool with this?" Sullivan asked.

"Positive baby; just keep some for me after she cums!" Brenda replied, smiling.

Sullivan joined Dana on the couch and kissed her gently on the mouth.

"I’ll go nice and slow to start okay?" Sullivan said.

"Do it Sully; I trust you!" Dana said.

Gently and slowly, Sullivan slid his cock into Dana’s moist core; making them both moan loudly.

"NNNNHHH…smart, muscular and well hung…you’re one lucky gal Brenda!" Dana said; feeling Sullivan’s cock throbbing within her pussy.

"I sure ain’t complaining!" Brenda said; caressing Dana’s stocking-covered right leg.

Sullivan began pumping into Dana’s pussy harder and faster; generating more moans and groans of pleasure. For good measure, Brenda started licking Dana’s clit as Sullivan was fucking her.

"Oh God…OH GOD…OH GOOOOOOD!" Dana screamed; overwhelmed with sensation.

"Sit on her face…it’s a threesome ain’t it? You gotta get pleasured too!" Sullivan told Brenda.

Nodding, Brenda removed her stiletto heeled shoes and climbed on the couch; straddling Dana’s face, who wrapped her arms around Brenda’s hips and began licking her pussy.

"Hmmmmhh…oh…OOOOH…YEAH Quentin; fuck her like THAT…she gasp…she eats me real…hmm…eats me REAL GOOD when you…gasp… fuck her hard!" Brenda said; surrendering to Dana’s mouth.

"Hmm…hmm…HMM…Sully I’m gonna CUMMM!" Dana screamed; from between Brenda’s thighs.

"Don’t stop licking me Dana I’m about to CUM TOOOO!" Brenda moaned loudly.

"YEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Brenda and Dana screamed in unison as orgasms tore through their bodies like electricity.

Panting; Brenda got off Dana’s face and Sullivan pulled out.

"Your turn now Quentin; stick it in my ass and shoot it all over me!" Brenda said; in a sultry voice.

"In your ass; wouldn’t that hurt?" Dana asked; puzzled.

"Not if it’s done right Dana…observe!" Brenda said; kneeling on the couch and leaning forward, sticking her ass out.

Smiling, Sullivan bent over and spread Brenda’s shapely cheeks apart and began licking her asshole; inserting saliva in her anus.

"Hmmm…wet tongue in my asshole…it’s hot!" Brenda moaned; loudly.

Dana observed with a mixture of fascination and lust as her friend was getting a rim job and was getting off on her.

"Come closer Dana; help me make her asshole nice and slippery!" Sullivan asked.

Curious, Dana came closer and took Sullivan’s place; licking Brenda’s asshole. Then, both their tongues were licking, teasing and inserting saliva in Brenda’s ass.

"Oh GOD YESS! TWO TONGUES IN MY ASS; THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" Brenda screamed in ecstasy.

Dana looked at Sullivan and smiling; engulfed Sullivan’s cock in her mouth, making it slippery with her saliva.

"There; now show me how it’s done!’ Dana said.

"Mostly it’s using a position that’s comfortable for Brenda; one where the anal penetration is as painless as possible. Once I’ve passed the sore spot, it’s actually pretty enjoyable!" Sullivan said; guiding his cock towards Brenda’s asshole.

"I can vouch for that… its…yeahh…like that…slide it in, nice and slow…OHH! Yeah that’s the spot! Fuck me Quentin; FUCK MY ASS!" Brenda commanded.

Sullivan obliged, pistoning his hard cock in her tight ass; slamming his groin into Brenda’s shapely buttocks.

"Yeah Quentin, YEAH QUENTIN, YEAH QUENTIN!" Brenda screamed; feeling another orgasm budding in her lower abdomen.

Getting excited again, Dana climbed on the couch and sat on the back of the couch; positioning herself in front of Brenda so her crotch was in Brenda’s face.

"Want me to eat you; you dirty girl? Fine!" Brenda said in a rough voice; pulling Dana’s pelvis towards her.

Sullivan moaned as he fucked Brenda’s tight ass; who was also moaning as the anal sex was bringing her close to another orgasm, and Dana was moaning as Brenda’s talented mouth was triggering another orgasm for her as well.

"Oh God Brenda I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM!" Sullivan screamed; pulling out.

"Oh Brenda me too!" Dana moaned.

"Cumming TOOOO!" Brenda screamed.

Old Faithful erupted; the first shot going clear above Brenda’s head and hitting Dana in the pubic area, the second shot hitting Brenda’s hair and her back; the final shot smearing cum all over Brenda’s shapely ass.

"Whoa! Are your love-making sessions always this intense?" Dana asked; flabbergasted.

"No…they’re usually much more intense…but Sully took it easy today because he didn’t want to scare you off." Brenda said; smiling.

Sullivan laughed; looking at the worn out look on Dana’s face.

"How about we take a hot bath together and crash in the bedroom? I have this thing about sleeping like a baby in Quentin’s arms until noon the next day after we have sex; and you’re welcome to sleep like a baby with us Dana!" Brenda said; kissing Dana on the lips, and then kissing Quentin.

"A perfect way to end a perfect day!" Dana said; smiling.

Sullivan opened his arms and embraced Brenda and Dana. They then made their way to the bathroom.

Conclusion

Several months later, in an abandoned section of Delta City’s Water treatment facility, an undercover operation was under way.

"Sully to all teams report?" Sullivan said; in his wireless transmitter.

"Team A in position; dormitory section found as described." The voice of Omega Woman said.

"I envy your sources Sully; you were right on the money." Lady Midnight added.

"Team B in position; hatchery found as described." The voice of Flag Girl said.

"Now if Townshend is quite through undressing you with his eyes, tell him to get busy with the Flash bombs; we need to act quickly." Sullivan said; unable to resist teasing his FBI partner, Special Agent Chris Townshend.

"I deserved that for the orgy comment I guess!" Townshend said.

"Stop picking on Chris; he’s being a perfect gentleman!" Flag Girl said.

"Sully was just kidding Flag Girl; Azure Angel, you have the flash bombs for team A?" Ms Americana said.

"Indeed I do; I’m about to install them now." Azure Angel said.

"Ditto here Sully; you’re certain those flash bombs are bright enough to kill the little buggers?" Townshend said.

"Based on what the elderly Chinese gentleman said; and according to the transcripts we translated from the conversation with little Mogwai, yes. If the light is sun bright, it fries them. Status on emptying out that vat of stagnant water team C?" Sullivan said.

"Almost empty Sully; when Gremlin King wakes up, he’ll have no means of reproduction." Got Gal said.

"And once the flash bombs have gone off, Gremlin King will be the last one left…that is of course unless little Mogwai’s care giver becomes careless again." Got Chick said.

"Mogwai is highly intelligent; once he uses that water-proofing mousse Wade Enterprises produced for him, he’ll be reproduction-free even if sprinklers go off on him. And he will make a conscious effort not to eat after midnight even if his care giver forgets again." Ms Americana said.

"Okay, we’re almost at Gremlin King’s chambers…once the charges are set; join us and remote-detonate. Omega Woman and Ms Americana have a serious bone to pick with Gremlin King. Sully out." Sullivan said.

"Flag Girl and Special Agent Townshend are on a first-name basis now…looks like she finally did find love!" Ms Americana said; smirking.

"Réjeanne is rarely wrong! I’m happy for Dana, she deserves to be happy." Sullivan said; smiling.

"Will you need me to create a diversion my love?" Ms Americana asked him.

"Not this time baby girl…he’s cornered. His reproduction vat has been drained dry and as soon as the flash bombs go off…the Gremlins are done for good. Mogwai won’t let this happen again." Sullivan said; as they neared the pod that served as Gremlin King’s bed.

"Quite a life the cute little guy has lived too; genetically created to be adaptable to all sorts of environments and programmed to become the ultimate inter-planetary ambassadors…it’s a shame that the geneticist didn’t focus of stabilizing the DNA matrix…Mogwai was one of the few good ones of the batch." Ms Americana said; in a low voice.

"He’s seen worlds and planets that have long gone extinct and wishes nothing more than to live in peace. Geneticist Mogturman paid for his rashness dearly. The various batches of Gremlins that plagued the Earth were due to human carelessness; not due to any evil intention from Mogwai…" Sullivan said; his voice trailing off.

"Have we missed anything?" Omega Woman asked; followed by Lady Midnight and Azure Angel.

"Just waiting for teams B and C to join us…keep an eye on that pod; because when detonation happens, Gremlin King’s likely to be in a crabby mood." Sullivan said.

Flag Girl, Townshend, Got Gal and Got Chick soon joined them.

"Okay; keep your eyes on the pod and cover the exit…detonating in 3…2…1!" Sullivan said; pressing the button on the remote detonator.

The foundations of the entire Water Filtration facility shook as the pods in the dormitory and hatchery were exposed to bright light and burst into flames; as if hit with napalm.

Gremlin King’s pod opened and his head poked out; looking flabbergasted.

"Wha…what was that? What the fuck is go….uh oh…" Gremlin King said; realizing that he was surrounded.

"Well rat-breath; it’s payback time. You’re the last one left and these two fine ladies have a score to settle with you." Sullivan said; as Ms Americana and Omega Woman walked closer to Gremlin King’s pod.

Feeling his insides tied in knots, Gremlin King watched in horror as Ms Americana and Omega Woman stood before him.

"Any last words slime ball?" Ms Americana said; clenching her teeth.

Gremlin King screamed in agony as the two angry super heroines began kicking the crap out of him.

The End

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