The Perverter: Target #11 Power Lass By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older Not all of the following characters appear in this story, but sometimes they get a quick reference and so here is a pretty complete list to try and make sure the copyright is clear. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Nera, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Power Lass (Karen Clark), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen and the mutoids are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission. All other characters in this story are my own creation and may be used freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * * * "Turn left at the next corner," yelled Hank. Sal, who was driving, promptly turned right. "Your other left," sighed Hank. "Oops, sorry," said Sal and without bothering to check his rear view mirror threw the M1 Abrams tank into a U turn. There was a large bump and the sounds of tearing metal. "What was that?" asked Sal. "I think it used to be a Nissan Sentra," said Leroy from the gunner's seat. There was another bump and horrible grating sounds. "What about that one?" asked Sal. "I think that was the cop car that had been chasing us for the last mile or two," said Leroy. "Shouldn't you see what you are hitting? I mean you are the one who is driving this thing." Sal shrugged. "I figure since I am driving a tank, they can bloody well get out of my way." "Just shut up the pair of you and turn right at the next corner," snapped Hank at Sal. "I thought you said left last time," whined Sal. "That was when we were coming from the other direction you moron," replied Hank. "Jeez, do I have to do all the thinking for this group? I mean it was my idea to buy this tank on the black market for the heist." "Yeah, like you haven't told us that a hundred times already," groused Tyrone who was in the loader's seat. "You haven't even bothered to listen to my issues which isn't very good leadership." "What issues?" snapped Hank as he pointed to the right to make sure Sal got it correct this time. There was another bump and crunching sounds. "I think it was a Ford Pinto," said Leroy without being asked. "Damn thing exploded, so maybe they weren't lying about those things being dangerous after all." "I said we needed a new cool name for our gang," went on Tyrone, ignoring Leroy's interruption. "The Balaclava Gang just doesn't work for me anymore since we got the tank. We need something cooler, more dangerous sounding." "Fine, if it will keep you happy," snapped Hank, "but if we keep changing our name, we will lose our brand recognition. At least that's what they said on that podcast I listened to last night. About marketing yourself" "I am not so sure we want brand recognition when we are robbing banks," put in Leroy in a rare moment of cognition among the gang members. "How about The Tank Gang?" asked Tyrone. "I don't know," replied Hank, "it sounds kind of boring." His thoughts were interrupted by another bump and horrible noises. "White Bronco," reported Leroy. "Black guy driving with golf clubs in the back that he isn't going to be using anymore." "What about Tank Terrorists?" asked Tyrone stubbornly, returning to his pet peeve. "I don't think we want to call ourselves terrorists since that might get Homeland Security involved and they are harder to bribe than local cops," said Hank. "How about the Tank Crew? That sounds a bit less boring and still describes what we are bringing to the table." There were grunts and nods of agreement from the others and the new name was adopted unanimously. Another smaller bump and a scream. "That was only a bicycle," reported Leroy, "and I think we only got his leg since the bastard threw his water bottle at us." "Some people have no respect for other drivers," commented Hank and then he grabbed Sal's arm and pointed. "That's the building there. Stop in front and point the big gun at them while I text them our demands." Hank took out his cell phone and typed for several seconds and then cursed. "Fuck, I got no signal." "Might be all the metal in the tank," suggested Tyrone. "Stick your head out the hatch and give it a try." Hank grunted in agreement and opened the hatch and stuck his head out. He saw he now had several bars of signal and sent the text message again. "Hey you guys in there. This is me in the tank outside your exchange. Bring us out all your bit coins in five minutes or I will use the big gun and blow your asses to kingdom come." "You didn't use our new gang name," complained Tyrone. "I forgot ok?" said Hank. "I promise to use it the next time." "What are these bit coins like?" asked Sal as he popped the tab on a beer and drank half of it in one swallow. "Like whose picture is on them?" "Who gives a fuck whose picture is on them," replied Hank. "I've been reading about them in the papers and they are worth big bucks. The article in the Delta City Times said that this is the biggest bit coin exchange on the coast and has something like 300 million in bit coin. That will pay off what we owe on the tank and leave enough left over for us each to buy our own island if we want one." There was a beep from Hank's phone and he looked down at the reply. "You are kidding right? I mean we see the tank and everything, but bit coins are a digital currency. There is nothing physical for us to bring out to you. Would you settle for a set of steak knives each? We are giving them to all our new customers." "What's a digital currency?" asked Tyrone. "Something to do with fingers I think," replied Hank. "I think they are just stalling. They think this block chain stuff I heard about they have will protect them, but let's lob in a few shells and see how that works for them." "Hot damn," said Leroy. "I was hoping we would get a chance to use the big fucking gun. Load me up a shell Tyrone." "You got it, those fuckers will learn not to mess with the Tank Crew" yelled Tyrone who grabbed one of the large shells from the rack beside him and shoved it into the gun. "Locked and loaded." "Oh oh, we got problems," reported Sal. "More cops?" sneered Hank. "We got lots of shells and I ain't opposed to blowing up a few cop cars." "Not a cop," replied Sal squinting out the opening in front of him. "It is one of those super bitches. She is standing between us and the exchange thing we were trying to rob. Fuck, she has got humungous tits." "Hey let me see!" said Tyrone and Leroy simultaneously and bumped heads as they fought for position to get a look. "Big tits are no use on a dead whore," growled Hank as he pushed the pair back into their seats. "Blow the bitch away Leroy. Fire the fucking gun." * * * Power Lass stood in front of the tank with a smirk on her lips. She was pretty much invulnerable and boys playing with their big toys didn't scare her. She had been flying a routine patrol when Lady Midnight back at She Legion HQ had radioed her about the tank rampage. Well, she was just the woman to put an end to this stupidity. BOOM The tank shell hit Power Lass in the stomach and made her stagger back half a pace before she got her balance. She was quite unharmed, but the same could not be said for her costume. The explosion had blown most of it off, leaving a few tatter bits clinging here and there. Those little bits did absolutely nothing to hide her large, round boobs or her pussy where a little trail of smoke was blowing off her neatly trimmed blonde bush. "That's the seventh costume this month!" screamed Power Lass. "What did the bitch say?" asked Hank, giving the side of his head a thump with his hand to try and stop the ringing in his ears. The manual had said something about making sure to use ear protectors, but he didn't think real men needed sissy stuff like that. "I don't know," said Sal, "but she looks pretty pissed about us blowing off her costume." Tyrone and Leroy looked at each other and once more banged heads trying to get a look at the now naked heroine. "Well, tough shit," replied Hank. "What is she going to do about it? I mean we are in a fucking tank here." "Oh I don't know," said Sal giving the gang leader a look. "She might just bend the barrel of the big gun like it was made of spaghetti." Hank cursed and stuck his head out the hatch again to regard the ruined gun. "Hey bitch, we haven't finished paying for this thing yet!" * * * The would be robbers, who seemed confused about the name of their gang, surrendered quickly when Power Lass picked up their tank and started to shake it." The video screen behind Megan Fitzpatrick came to life showing Power Lass holding the tank above her head. For the sake of any innocents watching, which was doubtful in Delta City, black dots were placed over the heroine's nipples and pussy as the tank shell had reduced her costume to little more than a mask and boots. Karen sighed and turned off the television. She glanced at her watch, grabbed her jacket and headed for the door of her apartment. The shift supervisor wanted to meet with her before the shift started and Karen was not looking forward to the meeting. The incident on her last shift had not been her fault, but she was pretty certain she was going to be blamed for it. She could juggle tanks like most people juggled oranges, but that particular skill didn't seem to have much use in her life as a nurse. * * * "I imagine you know what I wanted to talk to you about?" asked Wilma Parker as she frowned slightly from behind the desk in her small office. "Yes ma'am," replied Karen regarding the older nurse solemnly. Wilma Parker was probably in her mid forties to early fifties. She had dirty blonde hair, which Karen guessed had at least some assistance from a bottle. The small lines around her eyes and mouth made Karen think Wilma was closer to the upper end of her range of guesses about her age, but then nursing took a toll on most people and could age them prematurely. "I expect it is about Mr. Morton." Big Dick Morton, as he called himself, had been her bane for the last week or so. He was the owner of a chain of hardware stores and the type of store along with his name had been the source of what he considered jokes. He would grab his crotch and tell her he was "very big in hardware." Then there was the one where he would tell her if she came to one of his stores, that "he could give her a good screw …," and after a pause and a wink, he would add " … driver" to complete the inuendo. Supposedly Morton was in the hospital to have some tests done on his heart and wasn't supposed to exert himself too much. Last night he had requested a sponge bath since he didn't feel up to having a shower, despite his private room having one of its own. It had even been Wilma who had detailed Karen to carry out the sponge bath which made whatever had happened seem not to have been Karen's fault. What had happened had been that first Morton had managed to spill some of the water on Karen's top. Karen always had problems finding uniforms that could contain her large bust without buttons popping off and so some cleavage was always in evidence. The water had made things worse in that the cloth over her boobs became almost transparent and Morton had started to get hard. The next thing Karen knew, he had his cock in his hands and was jerking it while staring at her breasts. Karen had been too flabbergasted to know what to do and while she was considering her options the man had started to cum and shot a sizable load of his spunk over her face and tits. Of course, Wilma had come into the room just then to see how she was making out and had stood there speechless watching her get painted with load after load of cum. "You didn't handle that situation very well," observed Wilma. "I didn't handle anything Ms. Parker," replied Karen. "That was all Mr. Morton's doing." "Mr. Morton is a very generous benefactor of the hospital," said Wilma a little shortly. "His version of the incident was that you were flirting with him and even offering sexual favours after lights out in exchange for monetary payments or a large discount at his stores." "That isn't true!" replied Karen hotly, flushing with both anger and embarrassment. "I am a good nurse and not a whore!" "It's your word against his," replied Wilma. "I had a talk with Mr. Morton about this and he is willing to forget about it as long as there is no official record of the incident. That seems like the best course of action for the hospital." Karen opened her mouth to protest, but Wilma gestured for her to remain silent. "I am tempted to have you take a few weeks off to let the situation settle, but we have a shortage of nurses and I have another solution that will get you away from the ward for the near future. The hospital has hired a new Psychologist who has requested a nurse to assist him in his practice. Frankly, I don't think the duties require a nurse, but that is what Dr. Cahill has requested and his appointment is quite a prestigious one, so assigning him a nurse is not overly unreasonable. I submitted your name as a possible candidate and he chose you from among all those nominated. Report to his office on the main floor in one hour." Wilma watched Karen leave, doing her best not to let her gaze linger on that sweet, round ass. There wasn't much doubt in Wilma's mind who had been responsible for the incident. Karen was intelligent, dedicated and hard working if a little inexperienced and naïve. Dick Morton was a pig, but he was a pig with connections. His sister was Eunice Hanks, the deputy administrator for the hospital and its chief bean counter. Eunice had been quite emphatic about who was responsible for the incident and the best Wilma had been able to arrange was the transfer. The whole mess should blow over in a month or two and then she should be able to quietly get Karen back on the ward and try and educate her on how to deal with idiots like Morton * * * Night Raven staggered down the underground tunnel, carefully not looking at the door that hid Guardian and the reset device. She had taken a couple of university Psychology classes and knew her current behaviour was self destructive and rooted in her desire to avoid dealing with things in her past, but that theoretical knowledge wasn't helping with the practical reality. Night Raven had made several trips to visit Roarke, the other gmutoids and their holographic whores since her first visit. This time, she had worked up her nerve to try out the holograms herself. She had been fascinated on her first visit to see Omega Woman with a cock and not just any cock, but a massive throbbing slab of meat that she had been ruthlessly using on a completely female version of herself. Night Raven wasn't sure she would be able to look Cameron in the face again after letting the dickgirl version of the blonde heroine fuck her brains out while she satisfied various of the mutoids with her mouth. It had been disgusting. It had been sick. It had been wonderful. "You are really getting yourself all fucked up you know?." Said an accented female voice. Lost in her thoughts, Night Raven gave a startled gasp at the voice and then looked to the side where Elsa was lounging in the doorway to the apartment she shared with the mutoid Kellog. "I know," said Lydia looking down at the cum drying on her body. The cum of the holograms vanished the moment you left the room they were installed in, but the mutoid spunk was very real and copious amounts had landed on the heroine during her latest session. Elsa rolled her eyes. "I don't mean the literal fucking, but that is part of it I guess. I was thinking more about your mind and that you are getting yourself addicted to sex." "I can quit any time I want," replied Night Raven hotly. "I don't need some bimbo neo Nazi lecturing me on my morals, thank-you very much!" "I will overlook the bimbo part for now," replied Elsa, "but I do insist on putting an ‘ex' in front of the neo Nazi part. I have cut all ties with my past and I am trying to go straight." "That's what you say anyway," returned Night Raven. "I guess I am not totally convinced." "Fair enough, since neither am I totally," admitted Elsa. "Habits of a lifetime are hard to leave behind. That is partially why I can recognize someone else who is acquiring dangerous habits." Elsa threw a hand up to forestall a reply from Night Raven, "yeah, I know you can quit any time you want. Do you want to use our shower? It won't do your goody two shoes reputation any good to show up in Sanctuary covered in jizz." "What about Kellog?" asked Night Raven. "Are you asking in hope he is here or not here?" asked Elsa teasingly. "I would think you have had enough mutoid cock for a day or two, but if it matters, he is out trying to acquire a pinball machine for Sanctuary." "You mean steal one," accused Night Raven. Elsa shrugged. "It makes him feel good, so I am not going to rain on his parade. Now, do you want that shower?" Night Raven nodded and followed the taller blonde into the apartment. The heroine started towards the bathroom and hesitated to look at Elsa. "Want to help me wash my back?" "Do you never get enough?" admonished Elsa with an eyeroll. "Is that a No?" asked Night Raven pulling her top over her head to expose her breasts to view. Elsa regarded the perky, cum glazed tits for a moment and then sighed. "That wasn't fair. You know I am an Aphrodite too." The former neo Nazi strode over to Night Raven and drew the younger woman into a passionate kiss. When she broke it, she spoke in a husky whisper, "let's go into the shower and I will lick the cum from that well used cunt of yours." Night Raven just smiled and led the way into the bathroom. * * * A nervous Karen found a quiet spot where she could use her She Legion communicator to contact HQ. She was on high alert for Prax as the imp seemed to be collecting heroine pussy like trading cards. The last update said Jungle Babe had succumbed to one of his devious plans and this new psychologist could easily be the bastard's attempt to add another heroine notch to his bed post. "Hey Lady M, I am surprised you are still on monitor duty," said Karen when she saw the African-American heroine smiling back at her in the communicator. "me too," agreed Lady Midnight. "It is midterm exam time at Delta City University and most of the younger heroines are feverishly studying to try and make up for cut classes. That has left us a little short handed for monitoring duty. I am only here until noon since I have to be in court this afternoon. Luckily, Ms. Americana will be free by then as she had some meetings this morning. Karen nodded and then told Lady Midnight about her sudden assignment to Dr. Cahill and her related Prax concerns. The other heroine bobbed her head in understanding and began punching some inquiries into her computer which had access to more extensive databases than Karen's phone. "He looks legitimate at first glance," said Lady Midnight. "Dr. Tito Cahill was born in Atlanta and did his undergraduate work there before getting his doctorate at UCLA. He has written dozens of papers over the last fifteen years and won some major awards. Um, the one perhaps bad thing about his academic profile is that he specializes in treating sexual disfunction which sounds like something our boy Prax would be attracted to." "No kidding," said Karen making a face. "At least the real Dr. Cahill is legit, but we know Prax is some kind of shape shifter or illusionist and has taken over the identities of legitimate people to further his fornication offensive." "Agreed," replied Lady Midnight punching more keys. "There is a press release from about a month ago about him coming to Delta City, but that still doesn't rule out his having been replaced since then." "I guess all I can do is keep my guard up and squash him if he raises his head," returned Karen gloomily. "Be sure to check in after you meet him," said Lady Midnight. "If we haven't heard back from you in say three hours, we'll send in some backup to make sure you are ok. To be honest though, I am more worried about the second perp we know is out there. Prax is not into consent, but he doesn't seem intent on destroying the city or anything like that. As far as we know, the other guy is still trying to access the reset device which makes him the more dangerous of the pair, but he has disappeared off our radar since he failed to get past the mutoids." "Um, have you been monitoring any of the cameras Professor Werder installed in the hologram rooms?" asked Karen. "Um, a little bit," admitted Lady Midnight, "purely to make sure the mutoids aren't letting anyone get past them." The dark skinned heroine tried not to blush as she said this since she had been watching the cameras more than she wanted to admit. Besides the Omega Woman shemale fucking the hell out of a Night Raven hologram, there had been one scene where she had seen holograms of herself and Karen going at it which had her daydreaming if such a dalliance could be arranged in the near future for real. Damn Aphrodite genes! Recalling those images made talking to the flesh and blood Karen a little uncomfortable. * * * Karen reported to Dr. Cahill's office with some trepidation. When she pushed open the door to Room 142, she found herself in a brightly decorated waiting room where the walls were a pastel blue, the chairs comfortable looking and a darker shade of blue sitting on a light grey carpet. There were several paintings hung on the walls, mostly of bright nature scenes that made you want to kick off your shoes, step into them and explore. A young woman with neon green hair sat behind a medium gray coloured desk with a blue iMac computer in a position of prominence. "Um, hello, I'm Karen Clark," said Karen crossing to stand somewhat awkwardly in front of the desk. "I'm the nurse that has been assigned to Dr. Cahill." "Oh hi there," said the green haired woman with a huge smile and she got up quickly from her chair, came around the desk and gave Karen an enthusiastic hug. "My name is Tiffany Douglas and I'm the receptionist for both Dr. Cahill and Dr. McDonald." Tiffany's voice was high pitched and could only be described as perky, the kind you absolutely hate when you are feeling grumpy or hung over. Karen finally managed to disengage herself from Tiffany's embrace and took a step back feeling a little flushed. She wasn't opposed to hugs, but Tiffany had taken hugging to the next level and now that Karen got a good look at the other woman, her bust was pretty much a match for her own and the rubbing together of their tits had been more than mildly stimulating. "Dr. McDonald?" she finally got out. "I was only told about being assigned to a Dr. Cahill." "Oh you are, or so they told me," beamed Tiffany and she gestured to two oak doors behind her desk. "There are two doctors, but only Dr. Cahill requested a nurse to assist him. Dr. McDonald is ok, but a little bit of a old fuddy duddy." This last bit was offered up in what Tiffany probably considered a conspiratorial whisper, but still had more decibels than most PA systems. As if on cue, the door with Dr. Francis McDonald on it opened and a red haired man with glasses stepped out into the waiting room and stood regarding the two women. From Tiffany's description, Karen had expected someone older, but Dr. McDonald looked to be in his late 30s and not at all that "old". Karen supposed from tiffany's point of view, that was ancient. "I take it you are the nurse Dr. Cahill requested," said Dr. McDonald with obvious disapproval. "I think the idea, the man and his methods are ridiculous, but he is considered a celebrity, a rising star in psychology, so the hospital must humour his every wish. Just stay out of my way is all I ask." With that, Dr. McDonald turned and re-entered his office, "What did I tell you," mouthed Tiffany when the door had closed behind the psychologist. Karen had been taken aback by Dr. McDonald's behaviour and words which were to her mind highly unprofessional. Before she could reflect any more on things, a buzzer sounded on the phone on Tiffany's desk and she scurried to answer it. "Yes, she just arrived Dr. Cahill and I will send her right in." Tiffany hung up the phone and gestured to the other door behind her which still lacked a nameplate. "Dr. Cahill would like you to go right in," she announced as if Karen hadn't heard her end of the conversation. "I'm so glad to have met you and I just know we are going to be best friends!" Karen nodded uncertainly and moved around the desk to enter Dr. Cahill's inner office. The place was a mess with what seemed like dozens of boxes piled on chairs with half their contents having been removed and seemingly piled at random around the room. A tall man with a huge mop of unruly brown hair was currently trying to attach a poster to one wall with sticky tack. "Be right with you," said the man as he glanced over one shoulder at Karen then finishing his work, turned around and stepped towards Karen with a hand outstretched. "I'm so pleased to meet you Karen. May I call you Karen? We are going to be working very closely together and somehow Nurse Clark or Ms. Clark just doesn't seem right." Karen ignored the outstretched hand as she found herself gaping at the poster's contents which had previously been hidden from her by the doctor's body. It appeared to be from some pornographic movie as it showed a red haired woman swallowing a truly humungous cock with a look of obvious appreciation and lust on her face. "Oh my goddess, that picture …," whispered Karen still ignoring Dr. Cahill's outstretched hand and gesturing at the poster. Dr. Cahill looked puzzled for a moment, glancing back at the poster and then back to the stricken Karen. "Oh that," he said dismissively, "it is simply depicting a common sexual activity for humans. We need to normalize such things and take the stigma from them as part of our work to treat patients." "I, I suppose so," Karen managed, tearing her eyes away from the poster and noticing the still outthrust hand of the doctor which she took gingerly. Dr. Cahill let go of Karen's hand after a friendly, but not clinging shake and gestured her to sit. When Karen looked around trying to find a chair, not piled with boxes, books or papers, the doctor noticed her dilemma and emptied one chair by dumping a half full box from it, ignoring the contents that spilled out onto the floor and moved it directly in front of his desk. "Er, thank-you," said Karen weakly as she sat down, still resolutely trying to ignore the poster. "I don't have any patients scheduled for today," said Dr. Cahill as he settled himself behind his desk and gave Karen a good looking over. "As you can see, it is going to take most of the day just to get things ship shape." He didn't say anything else for a full minute as he just sat there looking at Karen before nodding his head. "Yes, you will do very nicely," he said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence with uncomfortable words and smiling. "I thought you would when I saw your picture among the applicants, but in this day and age, pictures can be faked by anyone who knows how to use a computer." Karen had been feeling more and more uneasy since entering the office. She had been primed to be suspicious and between the poster and the man's staring at her, she felt her suspicions crystalize. "You are Prax aren't you?" she found herself blurting out. "Prax?" asked Dr. Cahill, his face screwing up in puzzlement. "I thought they told you my name was Cahill. I think I met a Dr. Prax once at some convention or other. I think he was from Poland or one of those other Eastern European countries." Karen blinked and didn't know what to say for several seconds. What had she expected? Had she thought the devious imp who had nailed so many of her fellow heroines would just out and out admit who he was? Still, the man looked genuinely puzzled, so maybe she had been mistaken. "Oh, I temporarily confused you with one of my university profs. The two of you look amazingly alike." "I do hope that is a good thing," smiled Dr. Cahill. "Now, I suppose we had better get to work. Could you please start by finding all my books in the boxes and putting them on the bookcases," and he gestured to a pair of large, empty wood bookcases. "Arrange them in alphabetical order by author's last name please." Karen spent the rest of the morning sorting out the books while Dr. Cahill and Tiffany filed papers in filing cabinets. Dr. Cahill put up several more posters, each of which was quite sexually explicit and making her more and more uneasy, though they didn't seem to bother Tiffany in the slightest. There were several pictures depicting lesbian sex as well as heterosexual sex in various positions and with a diverse range of skin colours. "Why are you putting up those pictures?" Karen finally had to ask. "I mean, don't your patients find them offensive?" Dr. Cahill paused in putting up a picture of a large breasted Asian woman being spit roasted with a pair of white cocks shoved in her mouth and pussy. "My main focus for counseling is Genophobia or Erotophobia. The pictures are essential to my treatment regimen as they help to acclimate patients to the concept that physical intimacy is not only normal but rewarding." "I see," replied Karen and did her best to concentrate on the books. What Dr. Cahill said sounded logical if somewhat unorthodox. It also sounded just like the kind of thing someone like Prax would use to stimulate his targets. Karen glanced at a picture of a large breasted blonde with a hairstyle similar to her own getting fucked doggy style by a black man and did her best not to get stimulated. * * * Lady Midnight had switched into her civilian clothes by the time Ms. Americana arrived to relieve her of monitor duty at She Legion HQ. Angela was in a hurry to get to court, but took a few minutes to brief Ms. Americana on her conversation with Karen. "It sounds a bit fishy to me," said Ms. Americana biting her lower lip in thought. "This Prax has been going through us like….," her voice trailed off. "Like the proverbial hot knife through butter?" suggested Angela. Ms. Americana nodded. "I was really trying to think of something that wasn't such a cliché, but the best I could come up with was like a porn star through a nunnery which was bringing up images I would rather not have had." "Hey girlfriend, I have to wonder when the last time you got any was if your imagination is conjuring stuff like that," grinned Angela Ms. Americana rolled her eyes. "You know it is the damn Aphrodite gene. It pretty much gives us only the all or nothing option. As soon as we get stimulated a bit, it is like a nuclear reactor going out of control and we can't get enough. I can't remember the last time I had a normal date with a normal guy. Almost inevitably the pheromones drive even nice guys into getting aggressive if I just smile at them. My damn traitor body is craving release and I know Prax is coming for me which makes the sexual tension even worse." "For you and me both," agreed Angela. "Sometimes, I wonder if it wouldn't just be simpler to give in when I get a whiff of him and get it over with. I mean look at all the others he has nailed. Their memories are all a little fuzzy on how it happened, but they do remember having fantastic sex." "I could use some fantastic sex, but I still want consent first and beforehand," replied Ms. Americana with a flash of her baby blues. "How is Flag Girl doing?" asked Angela, changing the topic slightly. "If you want a one word answer, that would be 'horny'," replied Ms. Americana. "The same thing applies to anyone who gets near her for any length of time. Professor Werder says it will wear off, but a session with Prax sends the pheromones and the libido into overdrive. Lydia is staying at one of the penthouses I keep for business guests instead of at Wade Manor. Yesterday, she came down for breakfast and the next thing I know, I am under the table licking her pussy like a mindless zombie." "I hear the others are having similar problems," said Angela, trying not to imagine the scene Ms. Americana had just described, trying and failing. "I am also worrying that our preoccupation with not getting boned by Prax has kept us from dealing with the second imp whose goals seem to be more dangerous," said Ms. Americana breaking into Angela's reverie. "Hexanna is still working on a way to find him," replied Angela with a shrug. "Until then, there doesn't seem like there is much we can do about him." Ms. Americana nodded and Angela glanced at her watch. "Damn, I have to get to court. I told Karen we would check in on her later this afternoon." Ms. Americana assured Angela she would look after that and the assistant DA hurried off with briefcase in hand. An hour later, Angela stood fuming in the courtroom as she watched two EMTs wheel out Rocky Nixon to a waiting ambulance. Angela had just begun her opening argument in the case, alleging that Rocky was behind an old fashioned protection racket, when the prisoner had clutched his chest and collapsed. The reason Angela was fuming was that she was absolutely certain there was nothing wrong with the man. Earlier, his lawyer Tony Waxman, known around town as the mob's lawyer, had tried to get the trial postponed yet again. Judge Lori Hart wasn't having any part of it and Angela had been doubly glad that Judge French had not been assigned to the case, but the backup plan seemed to involve faking a heart attack. It wasn't something the Assistant DA could object to without looking like the wicked witch of the west, so all she could do was fume and wonder what purpose it served. They had five witnesses in protective custody at various safe houses and maybe Rocky was playing for time to get a crack at eliminating them. Angela's communicator buzzed and seeing no reason to stand around and watch this farce, Angela found a private spot to take the call which turned out to be from Ms. Americana. The dark haired heroine had checked back with Karen and had become alarmed over Karen's description of the pictures in Dr. Cahill's office. Ms. Americana had dug some more into the doctor's past and found he had been in a private clinic in Delta City before landing the position at the hospital. Since privacy was so important in counselling, it had been difficult to learn much about the doctor's practice, but through Facebook,, Ms. Americana had located one former patient of the doctor who was willing to talk about him. Angela took down the name and address and glancing out the courthouse window, she saw the ambulance drive off with Rocky inside. "It looks like I am free for the afternoon," she told Ms. Americana, "so I will look into it. Thanks." "Thank-you for agreeing to see me Ms. Hogan," said Angela, now dressed again as Lady Midnight as she sat in the living room of one of Dr. Cahill's former patients from his private practice. "Oh, please call me Hailey," said the well coiffed blonde as she put a tray with coffee and cookies on the coffee table in front of them. "Your colleague said that you wanted to talk to me about Dr. Cahill?" "I don't want to pry into your personal affairs Hailey," replied Lady Midnight who paused to take a sip of her coffee before going on, "but some concerns have been raised about Dr. Cahill and we felt obligated to look into them." "Oh, I can assure you Dr. Cahill is a wonderful man," gushed Hailey. "He helped me so much." "It's the somewhat unorthodox methods he might employ that has raised concerns," said Lady Midnight who picked up an Oreo cookie from the tray and had to restrain herself from eating it in her preferred manner of pulling the biscuits apart and licking out the white filling. Possibly, she reflected, there might be some Freudian significance to that action, but then a lot of people today thought Freud was a crackpot. Hailey looked a little embarrassed as she started to speak again, but drew in a deep breath. "Well, I suppose his treatment was somewhat unconventional, but it certainly did work. You see, I had a very odd condition. I was sexually attracted to other women, especially African-American women, but I was raised in a very racist and homophobic family. It was tearing me apart from the inside. The very thing I desired was the thing that I had ben brought up to think of as wrong, evil and immoral." Lady Midnight took a bite of her cookie and tried not to show any reaction to this revelation. She had been getting some strange vibes from the woman ever since she had rang the doorbell, but hadn't expected this. "Um, how exactly did Dr. Cahill treat this condition?" "Well at first, we just talked about it," replied Hailey. "He had these er very explicit pictures on the walls of his office that I couldn't help looking at which he noticed. As the sessions went on, we discussed some of the pictures, especially those showing scenes of two women of different races. This progressed to him showing me other pictures and videos on his computer until it seemed very natural rather than threatening. Finally, he brought in this beautiful African-American woman to help with the therapy. At first we just talked, then it progressed to holding hands, kissing and ultimately sex." "Right there in his office?" asked Lady Midnight, feeling her pulse start to pick up. "Yes," admitted Hailey. "Like I said, she was very beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as you are my dear." Lady Midnight felt something on her knee and looked down to see Hailey's hand resting there. "Did, did the doctor participate in this sexual activity?" stammered the heroine as she felt Hailey's hand moving up her leg. "Oh no, he said something like that would be very unethical," replied Hailey. "Both Monica, that was the woman's name, and I told him that was silly and we wouldn't mind, but he still refused. I kissed my first woman that day and licked my first pussy." "Oh my," was all Lady Midnight Managed to get out at this revelation and she barely noticed Hailey's hand sliding into her costume and lightly brushing against her sex. "I am sure the doctor wouldn't do anything unethical," breathed Hailey who leaned forward and captured Lady Midnight's mouth in a light kiss. "You can see how completely he has cured me of my phobias." Lady Midnight opened her mouth to reply, which Hailey merely took as a signal to slide her tongue into the heroine's mouth while the blonde's free hand took the coffee mug from her unresisting fingers and placed it safely on the coffee table. When Hailey's hand returned, it was to gently squeeze and manipulate one of Lady Midnight's boobs through her top. "This really isn't very appropriate," said the little angel on Lady Midnight's right shoulder. "But, we don't want to cause her therapy to regress," pointed out the little devil on Lady Midnight's left shoulder. While the two imaginary figures discussed this philosophical quandary, Hailey took the opportunity to slide a finger into Lady Midnight's pussy. The digit slid in with remarkable ease as the dark skinned heroine discovered she was already quite wet. A second finger soon joined the first and Hailey's thumb found Lady Midnight's clit and began to gently rub it. "I, I can see the therapy was very successful," moaned Lady Midnight who pulled Hailey's face to hers and kissed her hard on the lips. "I can't wait to show you just how successful," murmured Hailey as her free hand worked on the fastening of Lady Midnight's top and out spilled her large, chocolate brown melons. "I think I am ready to be convinced," replied Lady Midnight as Hailey stood up, took the heroine by the hand and led the way into her bedroom. * * * "So, you think Dr. Cahill is legit and not Prax?" asked Ms. Americana two hours later. "I, um had an extensive interview with Ha .. er Ms. Hogan," replied Lady Midnight. "I can't rule out Prax having replaced the doctor with his shape shifting abilities, but his behaviour, as unorthodox as it seems, is in keeping with his past practice. It might be a false alarm, but I will keep digging anyway." "Sounds good," said Ms. Americana. "So far Karen reports nothing more alarmin, though the first patients aren't scheduled until tomorrow." "That should prove interesting," said Lady Midnight and she cut the connection before Ms. Americana could enquire as to what she meant by that. * * * "Our first patient for the day is Mr. Patrick Winslow," Dr. Cahill told Karen the next morning. "The man has an irrational fear of clowns that he desperately wants to overcome, so he can take his young son to the circus." "How are you going to help with that?" asked Karen, "And what is my role in it? I still don't quite understand why you require a nurse to assist you." Dr. Cahill handed Karen a bag. "I believe that Mr. Winslow's fear has sexual roots. At some point in his childhood, he suffered some kind of trauma that made him afraid of being raped by a clown. Please put this costume on and come out when I signal with the buzzer," and he gestured toward his private washroom just off the office. A puzzled, but obedient Karen went into the washroom and took out the costume. She had never envisioned putting the words "sexy" and "clown" together in a sentence, but that was what the costume amounted to. It was essentially a very short white skirt, white halter top, a bright orange wig and a large red nose. Instead of the traditional large clown shoes, there were white "fuck me" shoes with six inch heels. Karen gulped. First the pictures and now this, but so far she had no real evidence to prove Dr. Cahill was Prax. With a sigh, Karen slipped out of her nurse uniform and put on the silly clown outfit and waited for her signal. When the buzzer sounded, a nervous Karen stepped into the office and found Dr. Cahill sitting on the corner of his desk with a blonde haired man of about 30 sitting in one of the comfortable chairs. Dr. Cahill gestured for Karen to come stand next to him. "You see Mr. Winslow, there is nothing scary about clowns. I daresay you might even call this one sexy." "I, I guess so," stammered Patrick. "She certainly doesn't look like any clown I have seen on tv or the movies. I mean she has big boobs," and he gave a nervous sounding giggle. "Yes she does," agreed Dr. Cahill. "The first step in overcoming your phobia is to become comfortable with a less menacing clown and slowly work your way up to losing your fear of all clowns." "I, I can try," said Patrick, his eyes now fixed intently on Karen's chest and the ample cleavage the skimpy outfit displayed. Karen was on the verge of protesting this degradation when she realized the outfit was hardly any skimpier than her Power Lass costume and her mouth snapped shut. "I believe there is even a bulge forming in your pants Mr. Winslow," said Dr. Cahill conversationally as if discussing the weather. "I, I'm sorry," blushed Patrick. "Oh don't be," soothed Dr. Cahill. "That is a good sign that you are starting to overcome your phobia. In fact, the next logical step in the process would be for you to take your penis out and masturbate while looking at this clown." Karen's eyes flew wide with shock and she turned to Dr. Cahill to protest, but he put a finger to his lips to indicate she should keep silent. There was the sound of a zipper being undone and when Karen turned her gaze back to Patrick, she saw he had his semi erect cock in his hands playing with it while continuing to look at her. "Say something to encourage him, whispered Dr. Cahill to Karen. "This is vital to his treatment." Karen closed her eyes briefly and then gathering her courage looked Patrick in the eyes. "Um, that's a good boy, stroke your big cock and show you aren't afraid of any silly old clowns." Karen's words seemed to have an almost immediate effect as Patrick's cock got noticeably harder and his stroking became faster. "Keep going," whispered Dr. Cahill and Karen wasn't sure if he meant Patrick or her. "Um, that's a good boy, jerk that hard cock until you cum," said Karen, deciding Dr. Cahill probably meant her. "I need you to help me with my make-up by painting my face with your spunk." "Very good, you are a natural at this kind of therapy," said Dr. Cahill. "Now go kneel in front of him, so he can do just that." Feeling quite humiliated, but also feeling obligated by her own words, Karen moved to kneel in front of Patrick who was now frenziedly stroking his cock until with a great cry he began to blast thick ropes of cum over Karen's face. "That's it Patrick," encouraged Dr. Cahill. "Cum on the clown's face and rub it all over to show you aren't afraid anymore." Patrick jerked the last few blasts of cum from his cock onto Karen's face and then began to rub his cock all over her face, smearing the jizz into a smooth white layer. "I'm afraid our time is up for today Patrick," said Dr. Cahill as Patrick slipped his flaccid cock back into his pants. "I believe, however, that we made great progress and after a few more sessions like that, you will be ready to take your son to the circus without fear." * * * "You showed remarkable instincts for someone new to this type of therapy," said Dr. Cahill when Karen emerged from the bathroom after showering and changing back into her nurse's outfit. She had been certain that Dr. Cahill would reveal himself as Prax once she was in the shower and at that point, she had almost hoped he would. "Are you sure you haven't had any previous experience dealing with individuals who have sexual disfunctions?" "Not that I know of," replied Karen, but her mind was thinking about the Bilbo Brothers, Captain Chloroform and the many other super villains who had banged her in her career. Maybe, sexually dysfunctional would not be a bad description for those bastards. "Our next patient is Mrs. Ramona Smyth. She got married two years ago, but has yet to consummate the marriage due to her fear of penises. She desperately wants to overcome this, so her husband doesn't leave her." Karen almost sighed with relief as this clearly didn't look like a problem she was equipped to handle. She was then quite surprised when Dr. Cahill handed her another bag and told her to once again change and come out at his signal. It was a much smaller bag which didn't bode well considering how skimpy the first costume had been. In fact, this second bag contained only one item and Karen stood staring at it speechless for several minutes. The only question seemed to be whether Dr. Cahill expected her to wear it with her nurse's outfit or only the object by itself. There was no damn way though that she was going to go ask him, especially since she could hear the distant murmur of his voice as he greeted his patient coming from the office. Well, he said my instincts were good, thought Karen, so it is bloody well going to be the former, not that it helped a whole hell of a lot. The buzzer sounded and a once more very nervous Karen stepped into the office. This time, Dr Cahill was sitting behind his desk while a small, brown haired woman sat in the same chair Patrick had been in and looking every bit as nervous as he had. "Ah Ramona, this is Karen, the young lady I told you was going to help us with your problem." Ramona looked at Karen and gasped. The source of the gasp was the large tent in the front of Karen's skirt where the strap-on dildo was making its presence obvious. "Go ahead and touch it Mrs. Smyth," said Dr. Cahill. "You know it is not real. Karen is not some sexual freak. It is clearly an artificial member and not the real thing. Touching it is the first step in overcoming your fear of the male penis." Slowly Ramona got up and move very hesitantly to where Karen was standing still and a shaking hand reached out to brush lightly against the bulge in Karen's skirt. "It, it's so big, so hard," moaned Ramona, pulling her hand back as if it were burned. "Remember this one isn't real," soothed Dr. Cahill. "Reach out your hand again and grasp it with your fingers." Once more Ramona's shaking hand reached out and with an obvious effort of will, wrapped around Karen's artificial member. Karen felt an almost electric thrill run through her body at the woman's touch. That shouldn't be possible, she thought, but then she remembered the marketing points on the box that talked about feedback sensors for a more realistic experience. "Are you ready for the next step we talked about Mrs. Smyth?" asked Dr. Cahill. Karen wanted to shout out that she sure as hell wasn't especially since she didn't know what that step was, but the doctor continued on and Karen found out after Ramona nodded. "Please lift your skirt Karen, so Mrs. Smyth can touch your cock through your panties." It's not my cock, Karen wanted to scream at him, but all she did was lift the skirt to reveal the obscene bulge the strap-on made in her white bikini panties. "Take it in your hand again," Dr. Cahill instructed Ramona who was not quite so hesitant this time as she wrapped her fingers around the panty covered shaft. "Very good Mrs. Smyth, you see it is not something to be frightened of. When Ramona nodded her head in agreement, Dr. Cahill moved on to the next step. "Now, Mrs. Smyth, I want you to pull down Karen's panties, so you can see her penis directly." See my previous thought, whimpered Karen as Ramona slowly pulled down the panties, her eyes glued on Karen's groin. The panties caught briefly on the artificial member and then it sprang free, pointing proudly at Ramona who couldn't take her eyes off it. "Please take your skirt off Karen, so Mrs. Smyth can get a good look at your penis." Blushing bright red, Karen did as she was told and then the doctor turned back to his patient. "Take it in your hand again and this time stroke it. That is something your husband will want you to do and you need to get a feel for it." Karen whimpered again louder as she could swear she felt the woman's hand moving on the dildo. The thing wasn't one of those ridiculous neon coloured things that Karen had seen before, but a very realistic flesh colour with a texture that was damn close to the real thing too. When Karen looked down, she saw a clear drop of fluid leaking out of the tip. Oh yeah, the box had said something about realistic lubrication as well. "Do you want to stop there Mrs. Smyth, or go on to the next step we discussed?" asked Dr. Cahill. What next step, wondered Karen. It would be nice if I knew what the next step was too. "I, I think I will go on," said Ramona softly as she continued to stroke Karen's cock. Oh, THAT next step, thought Karen as she watched Ramona slowly sink to her knees in front of her. The woman's mouth opened and closed several times as if she were screwing up her courage, but finally she leaned forward with her mouth open and wrapped her lips around the head of the fleshy looking dildo. "Holy fuck," gasped Karen as she felt or at least swore she felt the warm mouth close around the strap-on between her thighs. Mesmerized, Karen watched Ramona slowly take more and more of the pseudo cock into her mouth as Dr. Cahill murmured encouragement. "Excellent, keep going Mrs. Smyth, you almost have the entire thing in your mouth. Just a few more inches to go. You might gag a bit when it hits the back of your mouth, but try and relax and let it into your throat. It won't hurt you I promise." Ramona nodded her head in understanding and after a few gagging sounds, her nose was pressed tight against Karen's stomach and she had the entire length of the fake cock in her mouth. "Now start moving your mouth back and forth along the shaft while licking it with your tongue," instructed Dr. Cahill as he watched the woman's first blowjob intently. This has to be a dream, thought Karen as she stared down at Ramona and felt the brown haired woman's tongue slither over her cock. Fake cock, she quickly corrected herself and then quite failed to suppress a moan of pleasure as Ramona began to move her mouth faster and exerting more pressure with her lips. Damn, if I didn't know any better, I would swear I am about to cum, thought Karen and then remembered the line on the box about authentic looking and tasting ejaculations. At that very moment, Karen's brain dissolved and the pseudo dick began spewing some kind of white goo into Ramona's mouth. "Keep your mouth on it and swallow," Dr. Cahill encouraged his patient. "It will taste a bit salty and perhaps a bit slimy, but it won't hurt you and often women get to like it. Also, your husband will be very happy that you swallow instead of spitting." The fake cock shot out about a dozen blasts of whatever filled its artificial balls and Ramona knelt there swallowing it all while a weak kneed Karen rested her hands on the woman's head to support herself. "I am afraid that is all we have time for today," said Dr. Cahill. "We made better progress than I expected and perhaps next time we can try actual intercourse. Missionary to start with and then we can move on to other positions. How does that sound to you Mrs. Smyth?" "Wonderful," said Ramona getting to her feet and wiping her lips with the back of her hand before walking out the office door, no longer looking nervous, just very happy. "Where did you ever get a thing like this?" gasped Karen resting a hand on the fake cock when she could speak again. "It is a product of Wade Industries," replied Dr. Cahill. "They make some of the best sexual aids in the business. I don't know who their designer is, but the box said it had been designed and extensively tested by LW, whoever that is." Karen rather suspected that she did as she staggered to the washroom to shower again. It sure looked like she had been wrong about this whole thing being a set-up by Prax since Dr. Cahill showed no interest in doing anything with her despite the two very erotic incidents. In fact, he wasn't even showing an erection in his pants which Karen thought was remarkable. Sometimes a nutty psychologist was only a nutty psychologist. * * * Still, Karen had to admit her nerves were a bit on edge over the two rather strange therapy sessions which might explain what happened when she emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered once again. "Welcome back Karen," said Dr. Cahill coming towards her with a huge smile on his face. "It's time I told you the rest of my plans for you …". "Oh my goddess, you are Prax after all," shouted Karen and punched the doctor in the jaw. Thankfully, she had the presence of mind to pull her punch at the last moment so she merely knocked him unconscious, instead of removing his head from his body. "Hey, what's going on in here?" asked Tiffany, running into the office. "Um, what happened to Dr. Cahill?" she asked as she stared down at the unconscious man. "Um, I think I might have overreacted just a bit," said Karen as she joined Tiffany in looking down at Dr. Cahill. "I thought he meant to sexually assault me." "That's ridiculous, Dr. Cahill wouldn't do that," said Tiffany as she moved behind Karen and suddenly pressed her body against that of the blonde while reaching around to cup one of Karen's breasts in each hand and starting to squeeze them like a child with two huge lumps of playdough. Karen stood stock still for a moment, caught off guard by this sudden action. "Ah, Tiffany what are you doing? This isn't the time to get frisky. I have to wake up the doctor and somehow apologize for knocking him out in the first place." "Oh he will be fine," whispered Tiffany in her ear and then her tongue shot out to lick Karen's neck while she continued to manipulate Karen's breasts with her hands. "It gives us a chance to get to know each other better," went on Tiffany, suddenly shifting one hand from Karen's breasts to dive under her skirt and rub over the blonde nurse's pussy mound. "Ahhhhhhhh," moaned Karen whose stunned mind was just arriving at the conclusion that she had totally misjudged the source of the threat. Unfortunately for Karen, that realization was just a bit too late as her body heated up under Tiffany's expert ministrations. By the time Karen thought to push Tiffany away, the green haired girl had slid a finger into Karen's panties and was gently caressing her pussy lips and clit. A weakened Karen slumped to the rug on her hands and knees and felt Tiffany starting to remove her clothes. * * * Lady Midnight's detective instincts told her that while Dr. Cahill might be a dead end, Karen was still in jeopardy, so she was continuing her investigation. It occurred to the heroine that Karen's transfer to Dr. Cahill might have been manipulated and so a little while later Assistant DA Angela Greer was knocking on the office door of Nursing Supervisor Wilma Parker. "I don't think I am at liberty to discuss personnel issues because of privacy concerns," said Wilma after Angela had introduced herself and described the reason for her visit, without mentioning details such as what exactly Prax was or why he might be interested in Karen. "I agree that privacy is important," agreed Angela, "but the need for it is trumped by a criminal investigation." Angela rather hoped that television and Hollywood had rather blurred the actual authority of an Assistant DA to conduct any such investigation which was really the job of the police. Apparently they had, for a worried looking Wilma very much looked like a woman who wanted to cooperate as opposed to being considered an accomplice. "What exactly do you want to know Ms. Greer?" "I'm mainly interested in how it came to pass that Karen was transferred to work for Dr. Cahill, despite her not having a background and training in that field. My understanding is that it was you who submitted her name to Dr. Cahill along with a picture. That seems unusual to me." "No, I didn't," protested Wilma,. "I mean, yes I submitted her name and a photo when it was requested, but it was Dr. McDonald who suggested I do it. He was on the ward visiting a patient and suggested it after he saw her and her …," Wilma trailed off in embarrassment. "Her special attributes?" suggested Angela with an arch of an eyebrow. "Something like that," agreed Wilma blushing even further. "I would like to see the personnel record of this Dr, McDonald," said Angela pointing at the computer on Wilma's desk. "Of course," agreed Wilma hastily, no longer giving much concern to privacy in her eagerness to try and offload the blame for anything untoward. "I don't have the authority to view his complete file, but I can at least give you the basics," she said as she tapped on the keyboard then frowned. "That's odd, I can't find any record for him." * * * When Karen heard the office door open, she had already been stripped naked by Tiffany and was writhing around on the rug as the green haired receptionist crouched between her spread legs and ate her out. Blearily, Karen saw Dr. McDonald crossing the room towards her and not looking in the least surprised at the sight in front of him. Karen blinked and in that instant, Dr. McDonald's form had changed to that of a dark haired man. Moreover, it was a dark haired man who was naked with a very large and erect cock. "I see that idiot Cahill's methods along with Tiffany has done the job of warming you up for me," said Prax. Open wide and say ahhhhh like a good little slut," he continued as he positioned himself over Karen's head and shoved his massive cock into her gaping mouth. "Ahhhhhh," moaned Karen as Prax's cock quickly pushed into her throat and he began to face fuck her. "My, you are so very good at following instructions," commented Prax as he pushed his cock in as deep as it would go until his large balls rested on Karen's nose. Karen's mind buckled under the double assault on her body. Tiffany's talented tongue was driving her towards an orgasm while at the same time she was struggling to breathe with her throat so jammed full of cock. Prax began to thrust into her mouth harder and faster now, making her head bounce off the rug with each stroke. Even with such a plush rug, it was fortunate for Karen that she was nearly invulnerable to everything or she soon would have been concussed by the repeated hard impacts. It was another one of those erotic photo finishes as Karen's body trembled and shuddered under the violent orgasm wracking her body just as Prax began to pour a gallon of hot cum into her stomach. "Most satisfactory for a warm-up," noted Prax as he slid his still erect cock from Karen's mouth with a pop and let a last few drops of his jizz dribble onto the blonde's face. "Come over here now Tiffany and switch positions with me," he said, speaking to the green haired girl with a face drenched by Karen's juices. "Yes master," replied Tiffany in the dreamy voice of one under someone else's control. Stripping off her clothes as she moved, Tiffany took Prax's place on Karen's face, lowering her pussy onto the blonde's mouth with a sigh of pleasure. Karen only dimly noted that Tiffany's carpet was the same green as her drapes before she automatically stuck out her tongue and began to lap at the sticky mess presented to her. Meanwhile, Prax had moved between Karen's spread legs and wasted no time in inserting himself into her extremely wet pussy. "Now don't squeeze too tight dear," Prax ordered Karen as he knew that despite being an imp and much stronger than an average human that someone as powerful as Karen could probably turn his cock into jelly if she exerted all her strength on it. He could regenerate his cock if he had to, but it would definitely put a crimp in his fun for a while and he still had several heroines to go in Delta City. "Yes master," replied Karen in the same dreamy voice Tiffany had used, though hers was rather muffled by the pussy being ground into her face by the self same Tiffany. Carefully, Karen wrapped her long, powerful legs around Prax's waist and drew him deeper inside her while squeezing her pussy walls gently around his member. "Ahhhhhhhh," it was Prax's turn to moan with pleasure as he felt his cock being enveloped by the warm, velvety tube of Karen's pussy. He took several seconds to just savour the feeling before beginning to stroke in and out of the blonde. The imp started off slow and steady, wanting to prolong the exquisite pleasure the heroine's pussy was giving him as long as possible. Watching her huge jugs bounce and sway on her chest, Prax reached up and seized one in each hand and began to knead them roughly while slowly increasing the pace of his thrusting. He managed to hold out for a good half hour before blasting his second, equally large load of cum into Karen's pussy. Looking up, he saw Tiffany climax and topple off Karen's face, revealing a glassy eyed and well glazed Karen to his view. * * * "Karen, are you ok? Can you hear me?" asked Angela as she crouched over the blonde as she lay sprawled on the rug, naked with cum dripping from her mouth and pussy. Nearby, Dr. Cahill was still unconscious and a drowsy looking Tiffany lay unheeding in the large cum puddle on the rug that Angela was trying to avoid kneeling in. Karen's eyes suddenly snapped open and her hands reached out to pull Angela down on top of her and kiss her hard on the lips. Angela flailed uselessly, trying to disengage herself from the much stronger blonde while desperately trying to resist the temptation to give in and return the kiss with interest. It's the pheromones, she yelled in her own mind and she knew she was losing the battle when Karen came fully to herself and realized what she was doing and with who. "Oh goddess Angela, I'm sorry," Karen gasped and allowed a weakening Angela to pull off her and stagger to her feet panting. "I was still half lost in my mind after what Prax did, I am so sorry!" "It's alright," panted Angela as she noted the cum that now liberally coated much of her blouse and skirt as well as any bare skin that had come into contact with Karen's body. "Don't worry about it." In her mind, Angela remembered her earlier speculation about bedding down with Karen and decided the brief reality had more than lived up to the idle fantasy. Karen managed to unstick herself from the rug and looked around the office, taking in Dr. Cahill and Tiffany. Dr. Cahill opened his eyes at this point and took in the naked and cum coated body of his nurse. "Er, did we have another therapy session?" he asked. "I don't remember any other patients being scheduled for today." "It was a special walk-in patient," Karen told him, which was not that far off the truth. "Oh goody," murmured Dr. Cahill as he closed his eyes again. Karen checked his pulse and found it was strong and gave a sigh of relief. "I don't think he is going to remember me clocking him by mistake," grinned Karen, "so I guess I get to keep my job." The blonde looked over at Angela who had found a box of tissue and was trying to remove as much of the cum from her clothes as she could before the temptation to just strip them off and climb back on top of Karen took over. "How did you get here?" Angela explained as she kept working on her clothes about the visit to Wilma Parker. "When she couldn't find a record for Dr. McDonald, we got one of the administrators involved. A real bitch to be honest, but once I read her the riot act about the hospital being liable for a lawsuit over sexual assault, she started to cooperate. There was no record of Dr. McDonald on the system because he had quit the moment he heard about them hiring Dr. Cahill. That meant of course that the current Dr. McDonald had to be a fraud and likely was Prax, so I got here as quick as I could which was I am afraid a little too late." Karen regarded the now sleeping Dr. Cahill and the half conscious Tiffany. "Well, you did your best and now can you help me get Tiffany into the shower and cleaned up?" Karen looked over at Angela and her ineffective attempts to remove all the cum from her body. "For that matter, it is a big enough shower that it will hold all three of us easy." Angela looked startled at this and then smiled. "Sounds like fun," she purred. The End