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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, or if you are offended by sexual material like bondage, chloroform, discipline, foot fetish, knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, rape, time-stop fetish, or other sexual situations.

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Titanville's episodes are an on-going collection of fictional stories detailing the lives and times of superheroines in the great metropolis of Titanville. Although mostly standing on their own, the stories can hark back to previous happenings in earlier episodes. Thus, it is recommended that you read the stories in their sequential order:

Episodes 001 ~ 003: "The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken" (Parts 1, 2, and 3)

Note ~ This story continues in Episodes 013 and 014 and concludes in Episode 015.

Episodes 004 ~ 006: "The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa" (Parts 1, 2, and 3)

Note ~ This story will continue in a future episode.

Episodes 007 ~ 012: "Bank Robberies in Titanville? Surely, you Jester!" (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

Episodes 013 ~ 015 "The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken" (Parts 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

Episodes 016 ~ 021: "To Bee or Not to Bee? That Is the Question..." (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

The key word in the paragraph above is the word 'fictional'. Everything that you read in my stories is pure fiction and make-believe. However, in real life, bondage, chloroform, discipline, fetishes, rape, and sexual situations are dangerous and life-threatening. Chloroform is a very dangerous chemical and is especially life-threatening. Knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, and time-stop fetish as described in my stories simply does not exist in real life. Please do not confuse that which is fiction and make-believe with that which is real and dangerous.

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Episode 021 - "To Bee or Not to Bee? That Is the Question..." (Part 6/Conclusion) by Titanville

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With the amount of sundry police and federal vehicles such as squad cars, S.W.A.T. vans, F.B.I. SUVs, and even armored personnel carriers advancing on and pouring into the Titanville College campus, one would have thought that Fort Knox itself had been robbed and that the golden loot had been reported as being on the college campus. That, or they were filming another sequel to "The Blues Brothers". The scene at Fraternity Row looked like the scene from the 1980 movie when all things police and military descended upon Chicago's City Hall.

It was only 7:30 AM, but the newly dawned Thursday would be quite a historic day in Titanville.

All the vehicles were heading towards one address: 5 Fraternity Row. Or, as most of the Titanville College students knew, the βεε fraternity house. Actually, the throng of advancing vehicles was somewhat late. "The Bumble-Bee Diamond" had gone missing almost twelve hours previously. But the signed search warrant had only been granted at 7:15 AM.

What was not known was who the thieves were. None of the captured images from the special cameras at the zoo had found any matches during their world-wide search of image databases. All the security team from the Titanville Zoo and the police had to go on was the address as provided by the homing devices. One homing device was in the base of the diamond's case and one was on the underside of the diamond itself. Fortunately, the address coordinates of the homing device in the base matched the GPS coordinates from the microchip on the diamond.

"You mean to tell me the stolen 'Bumble-Bee Diamond' is now sitting in the βεε fraternity house at Titanville College?!?" Police Commissioner Borden exclaimed into the phone when first told of the crime. "You must be joking!"

The Commissioner had had a long night. He had been called shortly before 9:00 PM the previous evening and didn't get any sleep. But he had remained calm - not like the night the gold had been stolen from the history museum. But he was still concerned. This time, thanks to the "Sierra Alpha" team from The AGENCY, the recovery of the stolen diamond was, hopefully, going to go like clockwork. Actually, the Commissioner wished the hands on the clock would move quicker as they waited for the respective judge to review the details that he had been given and to sign the search warrant.

The police were going step-by-step and were being ultra-methodical. This was no dime-store theft. The value of "The Bumble-Bee Diamond" was just over $20,000.000. Someone or some group was about to be in trouble. Big trouble.

As Commissioner Jim Borden paced the floor in his penthouse apartment, the concerned leader thought of all the things that could go wrong. Although he had been informed that the zoo's security team had pictures of the robbers and that homing devices were in use, the Commissioner was still antsy. The pictures from the zoo might be blurry. The thieves may have found the homing devices and then left them at this random college address as they absconded with the precious diamond. There might not be anyone even at the Fraternity Row address. The Commissioner thought of the twenty million things that could go wrong. Well, perhaps not twenty million things. But he thought of most of the things that could go wrong in the next few hours.

And so too, the Commissioner, unable to sleep at all, also thought of something else that had been on his mind lately. The concerned Commissioner worried about the missing superheroine Maizen Maiden. The golden and glorious girl had breezed into his office days earlier to help with another unrelated string of thefts. No one had seen the scrumptious superheroine in days. And then the Commissioner began to wonder and worry if all the thefts, including this new and monstrous theft of the valuable diamond, were somehow connected to the disappearance of Maizen Maiden.

It was going to be a long night, a long morning, and a long next-day for the Commissioner.

*******

Actually, the Commissioner could have saved his worry, and a few more grey hairs, because the recovery of "The Bumble-Bee Diamond" did go, indeed, like clockwork. The βεε fraternity had been stormed and the diamond and its protective case had been quickly found on the premises. In fact, one responding officer even stated, later to the Commissioner, that the diamond had been found on its own pedestal under a few spotlights, like it was just waiting to be recovered.

And for the Commissioner, the best part was that the words 'no resistance' had come through the police channels loud and clear. No one had been harmed. Ten suspected thieves were apprehended, most woken-up while in their beds and still asleep. And as the morning continued, it became apparent that the number of suspects in custody matched the number of faces seen in the images recorded at the zoo.

Titanville Zoo officials were stunned when the diamond was back resting on its pedestal at the zoo by 8:30 AM - just in time for the daily opening at 9:00 AM. It had been delivered back to its temporary home by armored car and was also being guarded, for the time being, by two armed Titanville police officers. The armed security would only last for another day or two until the news of the theft-recovery subsided.

Even Commissioner Borden relaxed when he was told the diamond had been recovered and was back in its home. The next process, determining and proving who the thieves were, would now commence. But it would not commence until new and frightful news reached the Commissioner.

Two nude females had been found in the basement of the βεε fraternity house. And, the females were believed to be AGENCY superheroines. The superheroines were not in good condition. They were clinging to life.

Fortunately, amongst all the police and emergency vehicles storming onto the college campus, multiple ambulances had been included in the rush as it was expected that gunfire might have to be exchanged. And fortunately for Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden, the closeness and availability of the ambulances probably saved their lives.

The nude and naked superheroines had been found rather quickly by the police and S.W.A.T. teams entering the fraternity, but that didn't change the fact that they were already in bad shape. Very bad shape. Deathly shape. It was obvious that the superheroines had been raped and molested again and again. They were barely breathing. And due to the fact that they were in deathly shape, any chance of securing the basement of the fraternity house for crime-scene investigation purposes went out the window - rescue personnel rushed-in to the scene and quickly administered to the shapely, if not succumbed, superheroines.

It seemed like cum was everywhere.

The Emergency Medical Technicians had never had to step into puddle after puddle of cum. The superheroines' magnificent bodies were simply caked in cum. But the EMTs were experts and quickly had a grasp of the situation. And before too many more seconds had passed, both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were each in their respective ambulance and on the way to the nearest hospital.

In the least, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were now being stabilized.

The hospital's ICU staff were ready and waiting for the pair of dazzling superheroines. Well, to be truthful, they didn't look too dazzling at their arrival. The superheroines were nude and unconscious. Their vital signs were low but stable. Each superheroine quickly received an IV and further oxygen. The initial prognosis was good. Although each superheroine had bruising, a complete examination revealed no broken bones or any evidence of internal bleeding.

One of the surprising things revealed by the examination and tests was the fact that both of the superheroines were legally drunk. Their blood-alcohol levels were just above the level that constituted drunkenness. It could only be assumed that each superheroine had been forced to drink whatever it was that their attackers had been drinking.

One of the doctors who had treated Bethany Ellenworth Ethelmire on the afternoon of her rape happened to be on duty. He thought that Bethany had been the worst rape victim that he had ever seen. That is, until he saw the condition of the two superheroines now before him. Both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were in shock-induced comas. But they were alive and getting more-stabilized with each passing minute.

That's not to say that the superheroines were doing well. Because the doctors and nurses had done what they could do for the moment, an evidence team from the police, under the watchful eyes from management personnel from The AGENCY, was allowed to remove evidence from the comatose bodies of the superheroines.

The evidence team was collecting as much dried cum and as many loose hairs that they could find.

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As events and time unfolded, the need for DNA evidence from the superheroine rape victims would not be needed.

As much as Titanville's District Attorney never used the term 'slam-dunk case', he realized that he probably had one in his lap. The ten miscreants found in the βεε fraternity house with the stolen diamond matched exactly with the digital photographs of the ten culprits taken at the Titanville Zoo. Further video evidence from other cameras around the zoo showed no evidence of other additional culprits in the vicinity. The ten alleged thieves had been seen to steal the valuable diamond on camera. And, the ten alleged thieves had all been found in close proximity to the recovered diamond and its case.

But, there was a problem.

None of the ten fraternity brothers, now being held in the county jail without parole, could remember a thing. To a brother, they were all completely denying that they had anything to do with the theft of the diamond. They were all, as they say, now in the process of lawyering-up.

And, as the unfolding days would eventually show, when the recovering superheroines awoke at the hospital, neither superheroine also would have no recollection of anything happening. Both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden would be absolutely clueless of how they had even become to be in the fraternity. They would also have no memory of the sexual and sinister escapades that had transpired during the night in question, in said fraternity.

One could understand if tequila had been the drink of choice that night at the fraternity. To drink tequila in excess can definitely make one forget. Tattoos have been known to magically appear on one's body from drinking too much tequila. But beer? No one could remember a thing and it very much appeared that beer had been the drink of choice during the night in question.

Nevertheless, the District Attorney was confident.

He had a good case being formulated. All he had to be was quick, thorough, and exacting in his case against the ten βεε fraternity brothers. If and when he won the trial, all ten of the βεε fraternity brothers would be going-away for a long time. Thanks to the new Titanville laws related to the theft of valuable property, each fraternity brother would have to serve forty years, with no chance of parole, if convicted.

What made the job easier for the D.A. would be the fact that it would strictly be a theft case. It would not be a rape case. The AGENCY did not want any mention of the superheroines' rapes in the local media, let alone have Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden part of any circus-like atmosphere created by a jury trial. However, The AGENCY would be keeping the DNA evidence recovered from the fraternity basement, and from the superheroines' raped bodies, just in case it would be needed if justice was not served.

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Bethany finally shut the television off. She had heard enough. Her initial joyous demeanor upon hearing that the ten fraternity brothers had been arrested for the theft of the valuable and exquisite "Bumble-Bee Diamond" had changed. She was now somewhat downcast and reflective.

She was crashing.

As when anyone is excited and super-charged over a project, it is only natural to become somber or reflective in finally realizing the culmination of the goal. Bethany's project and goal was the avenging and revenging of the rape of her beautiful and ravishing body. And now, her project was just about complete. All she had to do now was wait-out the trial and verdict in the coming months. But everyone was agreeing, especially the TV 'lawyers' and talking heads, that the ten fraternity brothers were in trouble. Big trouble. Like, they were going to be in prison for forty years of trouble.

Bethany knew she could live with each fraternity brother having forty years of trouble.

In fact, if each of the fraternity brothers was convicted of grand theft and did go to prison for forty years, as everyone was now hoping for and predicting, then each would serve much more time than they would have if they had been convicted of rape.

Lesson learned: rape is a heinous crime and is punishable by a long prison sentence. Additional lesson learned: never cross a beautiful and brilliant coed who is knowledgeable of new and improved local theft laws.

There is a popular saying that indicates 'hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned.'

This writer always thought a better saying was 'hell hath no fury like the lawyer of a woman scorned', but one gets the point.

Bethany paused and reflected on everything. The rape in the alley. Becoming Queen βεε. The initial thefts of clothing, shoes, and small diamonds. Taking down the superheroine Maizen Maiden. Falling in love with Maizen Maiden and changing her over to her own sidekick named Hornette. Taking down the pesky and pretentious superheroines Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden. Scoping-out the Titanville Zoo. Directing the "Bumble-Bee Diamond" theft plan to her ten fraternity worker-boys. Obtaining the keg of beer as a reward to her worker-bees for stealing the diamond. Lacing the beer with the same memory-robbing drugs that she had used on the head cheerleader. Listening to the day's new TV reports on the theft of the diamond. And, hearing that the ten fraternity brothers, her attackers and rapists, were now behind bars for allegedly stealing the diamond.

The beautiful and resplendent Bethany paused especially in remembering her time scoping-out the "Bumble-Bee Diamond" at the zoo. She thought of the helpful middle-aged security guard who had shown a special interest in the lovely and becoming Homecoming Queen. The guard had shown her the diamond outside of its case and even the special cameras and closets protecting the diamond. The guard had even showed Bethany around the building and pointed-out the various electrical closets supporting the cameras.

And Bethany also remembered how she had thanked the guard for introducing her to all the facts about the diamond and how it was being protected. Bethany had thanked the security guard with a handjob in the privacy of his office. Not a blowjob but a steady and delightful handjob. Bethany could still see the guard's closed eyes and smile as she made his ardent and erect cock erupt in a fantastic orgasm. The man's cum must have shot eight to ten inches in the air due to the inviting and velvety feel of the young girl's hand.

Bethany was not especially proud about how she had thanked the man for the information. She surprised herself at her ability to actually have the strength to touch a man's penis after the brutal rape in the alleyway. She knew she wasn't quite ready to have a man's cock in her mouth or vagina. But the security guard certainly enjoyed her handjob, if not by the exploding grateful expression on his face, then by the exploding dick in Bethany's hand. It did not go unnoticed by Bethany that she may have just discovered a new power that she could have over many of the males of the species.

She realized that she had given the security guard a great handjob. The man had been like putty in her hand. Hard and slick putty, but putty none-the-less. Power indeed. Still, a small of part of Bethany's inner-being admonished and chastised the girl's lusty actions, especially remembering that ten such hard and slick cocks had ravaged and raped her body that terrible afternoon in the alley. But, Bethany's inner-being also gave her credit for having the strength to accomplish that which could have been deemed as being impossible. That is, touching and stroking a male penis to orgasm and then allowing the man's hot and steamy cum to drizzle down onto her fingers and hand.

The things we have to do sometimes to get what we want...

"You okay?" Missy asked her alluring and appealing lover as she came down into the basement to check-on her pretty partner. "You look rather sad and reflective."

Bethany looked towards and took-in the sight of her cute and foxy sidekick, standing before her in her Hornette costume. Missy looked wonderful. Her golden hair and simply golden body oozed that radiant and riveting sensualness and sexiness that Bethany loved to eat-up like honey from a bee's hive.

But that moment was not the right or correct moment, or time, for lovemaking.

"I... I think I'm just overwhelmed by this morning's news..." Bethany admitted to Missy with a soft nod of her head.

Missy understood perfectly.

"I... I... I think I just want to be alone for a while... to sift through some thoughts." Bethany then admitted in a soft but honest voice. "But let's make tonight extra-special!"

Missy loved the way that Bethany could say things honestly and then add that flirty and devilish rise of her eyebrow as she said things.

"Count me in!!!" Missy then advised Bethany as she felt her vagina begin to unfold and moisten slightly in response to the news that, in Rod Stewart's great and infamous lyrics, 'tonight's the night, it's gonna be alright'.

"I have some errands to do anyways... I'll leave you 'bee'! See you later tonight!!" Missy then stated with emphasis on the 'bee' word.

But Bethany missed Missy's attempt at humor - her eyes were now closed as she relaxed and reflected again on all that had transpired. Soon, she was napping in a deep sleep as her entire body and mind enjoyed the release of anxiousness and the letting-go of deep-seeded feelings of revenge.

As she left the mansion to enjoy the afternoon and early evening, Missy did her own reflecting. Bethany's short but seductive raise of her eyebrow, indicating that sexual passion would be on the evening's menu, had brought an instant fire and need in Missy's amorous and fleshly body. Missy was ready for some action right at that very moment.

It was at that moment that the horny Missy then added yet another stop to her afternoon of errands.

*******

It was only mid-afternoon, but it had already been a long morning and day so far for Commissioner Borden. News of the diamond theft had raced like wildfire throughout the city and media. Everybody wanted answers. Fortunately, a lot of questions had been answered when the ten fraternity brothers had been apprehended. And then came the news of the two superheroines and their condition.

The Commissioner's heart sank when he first thought that Maizen Maiden might be one of the superheroines that was found. Nobody had seen the beaming and radiant golden goddess in days. Finally, the Commissioner received word that the superheroines were Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden. The Commissioner was happy to realize that the other two superheroines that he had met had been found and were now receiving expert medical care.

But then the Commissioner started wondering and worrying about Maizen Maiden. She was still missing. The Commissioner was tired - he felt like he had done all that he could do. The phone had finally stopped ringing with people asking questions about the day's diamond-theft news. It was his turn to pick-up the phone.

"Stephanie, have my car brought around. I've done all I can do here. I'm heading home early today... Thanks." the Commissioner directed his secretary before hanging up the phone.

One of the perks of being Titanville's Police Commissioner was that he always had a limo and a driver at his disposal. That, and his own city-paid penthouse apartment in a quiet part of the city, away from the demands and hassles of protecting a major city like Titanville. I suppose having a personal limo, a personal driver, and a rent-free place to live is really three perks and not just one perk. They were well-earned perks in everyone's estimation.

And then the Commissioner went on his way, happy to leave the confines of his office on perhaps one of the busiest and most-hectic days of his Commissionership. Most of the great and knowledgeable citizens of Titanville would remember the day as being the day of the great "Bumble-Bee Diamond" robbery. Police Commissioner Jim Borden would always remember the day for a different reason.

You always remember your first superheroine.

*******

The Commissioner stepped into his stretch-limousine after quickly exiting the special elevator that brought him down to the Motor Pool at Police Headquarters. This was always a good part of the day - the time when it was time to head for home after a busy day. This day had been especially busy. It was always a quiet ride. There was no window or communication between the Commissioner and his driver. The limo was to be a sanctuary for every Commissioner in the position. In this way, if the Commissioner was entertaining guests or officers, anything discussed would not be overheard by the driver and perhaps compromised.

The Commissioner liked the setup. His limo was long and dark and quiet. He could relax and reflect, in privacy, on the day's events during his twenty-minute ride home through the streets and byways of Titanville.

At the moment, the Commissioner was not reflecting on the "Bumble-Bee Diamond" theft and recovery. The Commissioner was reflecting on the missing golden superheroine, Maizen Maiden. As he closed his eyes, he could still see the vision of the gorgeous and grand, not to mention fetching and fantastic, sightly superheroine standing in his office. He recalled that she looked like she was poured into her form-fitting bustier-top, ass-hugging and crotch-hugging bikini-bottom, leg-constricting nylons, and foot-clad sneakers. The Commissioner also remembered that he had been hooked by the youthful superheroine's energy and radiance. And now, he spoke four words out loud, knowing that no one was around to hear him speak.

"Hook, line, and sinker." the Commissioner voiced to himself while he reflected upon how he had been hooked by Maizen Maiden's cuteness and confidence.

And at that moment as well, another part of the Commissioner's body began remembering the fervid and foxy heroine. It was quiet. It was dark. The memories made the Commissioner's cock erect with a massive hard-on.

And because it was quiet. And because it was dark. And because he was alone, Commissioner Borden began to stroke that place on his pants which hid his erection directly underneath.

"Mmmmmmmm... Mmmmmmmm..." the Commissioner moaned softly with his eyes closed, as he imagined the hot and rousing Maizen Maiden working his cock with impassioned and erogenous delight.

It was so quiet...and it was so dark...and it felt so good. The Commissioner kept stroking his rock-hard erection. His erection was like a long hook erecting in his trousers.

"I certainly hope you're thinking of me while you do that!!" a female's voice suddenly called out from the seat further-up in the limo.

The completely startled Commissioner jolted to an upright position and fumbled for the interior lights. He finally found the button and flicked the lights on. Lying on her stomach with her legs and feet upraised behind her was a young girl. The girl had been taking-in the Commissioner's stroking with utmost delight. The girl didn't look like Maizen Maiden but it sure sounded like her. In fact, the girl looked to be wearing a bee costume instead of a superheroine costume. Commissioner Borden looked closer with examining eyes. It was Maizen Maiden!

The flirty and sexy girl crawled towards the Commissioner on the lengthy and comfortable bench-seat which hugged the entire left-side of the limousine. She was crawling seductively towards the Commissioner, who was sitting on the regular back-seat of the vehicle. All Commissioner Borden could think was that a beautiful and bewitching mirage was advancing upon him.

Missy finally reached the end of the bench-seat - Commissioner Borden was close - he was sitting in the middle of the back seat.

"You might want to keep your limo doors locked while it's parked at Headquarters!" the salacious temptress offered as the limo continued unswayingly on its trip through the streets of Titanville. "Actually, after I'm through with you, I'll bet that you'll direct that your limo be kept UNLOCKED while sitting in the Motor Pool!!"

Police Commissioner Jim Borden's mouth was agape and his tongue was salivating.

Before he knew it, Maizen Maiden, rather the girl he knew as Maizen Maiden, had jumped into his arms and lap and was kissing him breathlessly and lasciviously. The Commissioner's first thought was that Maizen Maiden wanted him more than he even wanted her. He was barely able to break-from the kissing and tongue-probing of the stimulating superheroine.

"Nice costume... But wasn't Halloween a few weeks ago?!?" the Commissioner asked questioningly as even he was now somewhat breathless. "Maizen Maiden, where have you been?!?"

Missy didn't want to stop her powerful probing of the Commissioner's mouth with her tongue.

"Long story..." was all Missy could reply anxiously as she was more concentrated on kissing the handsome and leg-weakening Police Commissioner. "But don't call me Maizen Maiden... Call me... 'Missy'."

The Commissioner's mind was still a blur - not only for how she had gotten into the limo, but for why she was in his vehicle. He wasn't complaining, only curious.

"Well... I've certainly missed you... Missy..." was all the Commissioner could say between kisses.

But before he could ask anything else, Missy broke her kissing and proceeded to adjust her attention to the Commissioner's humongous hard-on that was tantalizing her. Before he knew it, Missy had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and was peeling his trousers and underwear down like she was revealing a large banana.

A very large banana at that.

The Commissioner's powerful and ten-inch cock erected and escaped its pants-prison like a flower rising to the dawning sun. And then Missy's mouth was on his cock and slurping and sucking the dick like a bee on honey. It was very apropos that she was dressed like a hornet-type bee. The Commissioner was horny - and Missy was even hornier.

And as the Commissioner's limo went down the various streets and byways of Titanville, Missy, a.k.a. Hornette, went down on the Police Commissioner of Titanville.

*******

In a word, Missy was magnificent. For a nineteen-year old, she was a masterful cocksucker. So youthful. So energetic. The girl loved cock. She especially loved powerful cock, like that of a powerful Police Commissioner. The Commissioner didn't even need to keep his hand on her head and help keep her head bobbing on his prick-prize. Magnificent.

The limo hadn't even driven a half-dozen blocks and Missy had the Commissioner cumming. For two blocks she kept pumping his cock and squeezing his balls as she gulped-down every thick squirt that the 'Cummissioner' had to offer. His seed was sweet and succulent. She didn't miss a solitary drop. With happy and contented eyes, Missy lifted her head but kept stroking the rock-hard rod and kept manipulating the sweaty balls of the Commissioner.

"Fuck me." Missy then whispered into the Commissioner's ear as she moved closer and licked his ear lobe.

And if that was possible, a new supply of blood gushed into the Commissioner's cock and he got even harder. As she continued stroking the powerful prick, she felt it get even harder and in turn she got even wetter. Missy was gasping for breath.

And as the Commissioner enjoyed the rest of the limo ride home to his penthouse, Missy had her own ride to enjoy. She rode the Commissioner - she rode him in cowgirl-style on the backseat of the limo. By squatting on the seat and impaling herself on the delightful dick between her legs, Missy was placed into absolute heaven. Her muscular and tireless legs allowed her to ride the hot and hard Commissioner cock. As her head had bobbed magnificently on his cock, so too the beauty's busty body now bobbed up-and-down on erect Commissioner cock.

Commanding. Colossal. Commissioner. Cock.

The action of a slick dick impaling and pistoning into an equally wet pussy produced saucy and spicy sounds. It also produced high-pitched amative moans from Missy and lower-pitched carnal cries from the Commissioner. Whereas Missy's cocksucking was magnificent, Missy's cock-riding was marvelous.

Velvety vixen heat.

That was how the Commissioner referred to Missy's sizzling and dizzying pussy. Velvety. Vixen-ish. Hot. As his limo pulled into his penthouse's parking garage, the Commissioner came again.

Velvety vixen heat.

That was how Missy referred to the Commissioner's sizzling and dizzying cum. Velvety. Vixen-ish. Hot. As his cock pulled-out of her drenched and dripping pussy, she thought of another word. Creamy.

They quickly zipped-up and returned their clothing to its normal wearing for the quick walk from the limo to the private elevator. The driver knew to keep his mind on his business. And his business was straight ahead - it was not his duty to keep track of, or report on, any guest or visitor that the Commissioner might welcome into his abode. Before the limo had even driven-off, both the Commissioner and Missy were safely inside the elevator for the trip up to the penthouse. And as the elevator went up the shaft at its normal rate, Missy went down on the shaft that was the Commissioner's cock at a speedy rate.

She couldn't get enough of the delicious and delectable dick.

Within seconds of the elevator arriving at the silent penthouse floor, Commissioner Borden picked up his concupiscent companion and carried her through the open elevator doors to the main door of his penthouse retreat. The door to the penthouse had hardly closed and the Commissioner had the gorgeous golden girl on the floor of the entryway. He couldn't get Missy undressed quickly enough. He couldn't get himself undressed quickly enough. He couldn't get his cock back into Missy's pussy quickly enough.

There was no talking. There was no mumbling. That's how it is when both partners just want to fuck each other. The only sounds heard were those made by a dripping cock ripping in a moist pussy. Also heard were the associated and amatory moans and gasps emanating from both willing parties. The Commissioner was fucking Missy in missionary-style. And fucking her hard.

"You're my missionary 'Cum-missioner'!" Missy announced with a flirty and feisty voice and look that the Commissioner simply inhaled and loved - he didn't miss the girl's emphasis on the 'cum' word and chuckled.

For a few hours, the two enjoyed their new-found chemistry. On the floor, on the couch, back on the floor, in the Cum-missioner's bed, on the kitchen counter. They found chemistry in every room and in every location. Missy especially loved being taken doggy-style. The feel and scent of the powerful and handsome Cum-missioner was like magic for Missy. Dreamily magical.

Oh, and she thoroughly enjoyed the Commissioner's cock too.

And he thoroughly enjoyed Missy's pussy too. He counted at least three orgasms for the girl - two while he licked and lapped her flowing flowery box.

As the minutes and then hours were spent, both Missy and the Commissioner were spent as well. It was time to end their 'Afternoon Delight' and 'Early-evening Delight'. The Commissioner took Missy back to Police Headquarters where Missy's powercycle was parked.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I like your Maizen Maiden costume better!" the Commissioner indicated right before Missy left his personal car.

"So, you gonna keep your limo locked while it's parked down in the Motor Pool??" Missy asked with bedroom eyes. "You never know when some drunk or cocked girl might find herself wanting another ride!"

"I'm already looking forward to the next time when I can give you another ride and turn you into a 'cocked' girl!" the Commissioner replied as he arched his eyebrow. "Stay and 'bee' safe..."

Missy then chuckled at the Commissioner's emphasis on the 'bee' word in relation to her hornet costume. She didn't mention that her new name was Hornette or that she was no longer Maizen Maiden.

"Thanks for all the rides... The ride over to your penthouse... The ride back from your penthouse... AND the rides in between." Missy whispered before kissing the dreamy Commissioner on the cheek.

"And here's an advanced 'thank you' for the NEXT ride!!" the vixeny and vivacious girl announced in a sultry voice as she proceeded to French-kiss the Commissioner deeply and passionately.

"I love your stinger!" Missy said seductively in an even softer and sultry voice.

Thirty seconds after they had said their goodbyes, the Commissioner was already missing Missy, the girl he thought of as the amaizing Maizen Maiden superheroine. If he only knew that the bisexual Missy was not only in lust for him, but in lust for her new lesbian partner Bethany.

*******

The initial prognosis was good.

That had been one of the first reports offered by the doctors to management at The AGENCY in regards to the condition of the superheroines Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden. And through the first week of their hospital stay, that prognosis remained strong. But the start of their second week would be different. Completely different.

Throughout their first week in the intensive care unit, both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden had done remarkably well. By the second day, each had come-out of their respective coma and was alert. Not that they knew why there were being hospitalized, but they were alert. By day three, they were eating and drinking food and fluids, and by day four, their IVs were disconnected.

By day five, they were sharing a regular hospital room with protected access. A round-the-clock AGENCY guard was posted at their door.

And now, they looked like superheroines again. The AGENCY had delivered new sparkling white leather bustiers and new powerbelts. In fact, every piece of their superheroine costumes was brand-new right down do their new shiny white boots.

But more importantly, both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden felt like superheroines again.

If one was to compare the two silent and succumbed lumps of flesh that had arrived at the hospital in separate ambulances with the two one-again dazzling and once-again divine superheroine specimens recuperating in their shared hospital room, it would have been a very difficult comparison. How can one compare two cock-shocked and cum-shocked bedraggled beauties with the two fantastic and formidable superheroines now fit and full in their supremely costumed regalia? In reality, there could be no comparison.

But if one looked closely, there was a change. A subtle change, but a change nonetheless.

There was no longer any pedestals. There was no longer any primness. There was no longer any properness. Even the two superheroines didn't notice it. Although neither Ivory Idol nor Ivory Maiden had any memory of being raped by the sinister bumble-bees at the mansion or gang-banged by the ten brothers at the fraternity, they had each changed. They were humbled. They carried themselves with a certain restraint. They were still proud, they just weren't knocking anyone over the head with their old arrogance and old properness. In short, they had been knocked-down a few pegs. It was a nice change.

The doctors and nurses were very happy. The splendid, if not salacious, superheroines had come-back from the brink. Those in the know realized that the steamy and spicy superheroines had 'cum-back' from the brink. But they were sworn to secrecy. The only ones who were aware that two AGENCY superheroines had been rape victims of those involved with the "Bumble-Bee Diamond" theft were AGENCY management and a small collection of doctors and nurses.

Everyone was happy until it hit. It hit without warning and it hit hard. It was a good thing that both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were going to be kept for a second week in the hospital for observation. It was a very good thing.

*******

The nurse intern, getting the superheroines' vital signs as part of the normal late-evening check, was the first person to confront the problem. Only, the intern really didn't consider it a medical emergency - the intern considered it a personal habit or a personal choice.

The young intern had found both the beautiful and bodacious superheroines on their beds with their respective bustiers open at the crotch. The superheroines' muscular legs were bare and spread wide - they were also barefoot. Their white nylons and their white lace panties had been pushed down and off of their luscious legs and were resting at the foot of each bed. Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were each viciously rubbing their excited pussy and moaning loudly. It was quite a stark contrast to the way the intern had found the superheroines during checks on previous nights.

It looked as if the superheroines were in heat. As would eventually be discovered, the superheroines were in heat. Total and unrelenting heat. Like female bitches, their bodies were being consumed and controlled by sexual desire. The superheroines were being consumed and controlled by pure erotic desire.

The intern took one look at the sweaty and palpitating bodies of the sightly superheroines and immediately put their arms and legs in restraints. Not super-tight restraints but strong enough. The superheroines' powerbelts had been removed from their lithesome waists because they were rather in the way. The precious powerbelts were hanging in the small closet of the hospital room.

"No... No... Please, I beg you... Don't restrain my arms. I can't... I can't stop... I must... I must get relief. So hot... So horny... I'm so horny... Please... Don't tie my arms... I beg you. Touch me! Pleasure me... I'm so fucking horny..." Ivory Maiden pleaded.

Ivory Idol was more direct.

"Fuck me! Do me!! Please! PLEASE!! Don't tie my arms... Just fuck me... I don't know what's... what's wrong... Something's wrong... FUCK ME!!!" Ivory Idol pleaded in an absolutely helpful voice.

The intern finally got their arms and legs in the restraints. And then she proceeded to rebutton the three snaps on their bustiers close to their dripping and delirious pussies. The intern accidently brushed Ivory Maiden's youthful and budded clitoris.

"AHHHHHHURRRRGGGGHHHHMMMMMMM" was all Ivory Maiden could release verbally as the soft and accidental feel of the intern's fingers on her clit sent the energetic and besieged young superheroine into orgasm.

Ivory Idol wasn't so lucky.

When the intern resnapped Ivory Idol's bustier, she was extra-careful to not touch the delicate folds and creases of the superheroine's secret place.

As Ivory Maiden recoiled and delighted in her sudden climax, Ivory Idol was made even more wanting of that delicious and deep orgasm her trembling body so desired. The cock torture in the basement of the fraternity had been one thing; this new climax-deprivation was torture in an entirely different context. Even Ivory Maiden quickly returned to a state of wanting more. More touching... More orgasming...

Once again, their shared room fell into darkness as the intern went on her way to administer to other patients. Both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were left to simmer and suffer in the erotic juices of their primed pussies. But now they were restrained - they couldn't touch themselves and bring themselves to the commanding and controlling climaxes which was all they could think about.

To make matters worse, the intern had left them with their legs opened wide and bound to the edges of their hospital beds. The superheroines were pantyless, nylonless, and bootless. Their wet and waiting pussies were naked to the cool air and welcomed the chilled wafts of air-conditioned drafts that seemed pointed at their available and aroused feminine regions.

Both Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden so wanted to be fucked. Not too much time later, their wishes were granted.

The hospital was experimenting with various housekeeping procedures - the collection of normal trash and medical trash from the rooms was one of those procedures being examined. Some believed that the trash collection should be done at night when the hospital floors were quieter as opposed to the mornings when things were bustling.

Into Ivory Idol's and Ivory Maiden's room now came the trash collectors Melvin and Mobley. Melvin was the senior man and Mobley was the new intern. Melvin was showing Mobley the ropes. Or, as in the case of the superheroines' room, Melvin would really be showing Mobley the restraints. Both men were black and huge. It didn't help the superheroines' mutual aroused condition that each man was devastatingly handsome and definitely ripped. Their muscles bulged and flexed seductively.

Ivory Idol was the first to see the magnificent Melvin and was the first to speak.

"Oh God, I don't who you are, but show me that beautiful cock of yours! You are so fucking gorgeous, show me your big black cock! Fuck my mouth!! I want you to fuck my mouth with your delicious dick!!! I'm right here... Fuck me! Fuck me!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK MY MOUTH WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!!!!" Ivory Ideal pleaded with hot and direct intensity.

Ivory Maiden chimed-in when she saw Mobley.

"And don't forget me. I love cock. I want cock! I especially want your big black cock. Take me right here. I can't move... I won't fight... Just as long as one of you fucks me. God, I so want a cock. FUCK ME! FUCK MY FUCKING FACE!! PLEASE!!!" Ivory Maiden directed with an even more desperate voice.

Caught off guard, Mobley at first didn't know what to do. But he took one look at the helpless and pleading youthy superheroine and knew what he wanted to do. He was young and he was immature. His nickname was 'Mobley Dick'. In a matter of seconds, he had unzipped and was now kneeling on Ivory Maiden's bed - he was straddling the still-restrained beauteous body of the fair and fetching girl.

And Mobley was happily plunging his ardent and huge cock into the grateful mouth of Ivory Maiden.

Melvin wasn't going to be outdone or out-gunned by the rookie intern. He took one look at the heavenly Ivory Idol and practically ripped his pants getting his manhood out of the barn. He mimicked Mobley's actions and jumped on Ivory Idol's bed. In a second, Ivory Idol was, like her junior superheroine partner, in cock heaven.

What a sight it was.

The sight was two magnificent and marvelous superheroines gulping cock down in synchronicity as they lay restrained to their respective bed with the head portion of their bed upraised. That's a good description. The head of the beds were raised and the superheroines were giving head. That they wore white and the cocks were big and black only made the sight even more erotic. Like the superheroines, the cocks that Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were devouring were magnificent and marvelous as well.

And to be truthful, describing Melvin as 'big and black' was a disservice to the man. Melvin was huge and bewitchingly black. His pole was a solid eleven inches and outdid Mobley by half an inch. Melvin was wet and wonderful. And Ivory Idol was making his slick dick even wetter. The man had never seen a woman be so happy and contented sucking his dick. At that moment, Melvin was a true believer in that switching the collection of trash to nights was an extremely good thing.

His mammoth cock had no argument.

And 'Mobley Dick' had no argument either. All Mobley could do was kneel and be transfixed by the wonderful white mouth slurping and working his excited dick. What a cocksucker the young girl was! It was like she lived to suck cock. And for that thought, it was true. Something had a hold of Ivory Maiden that reduced her to an absolutely amorous and impassioned sucker of cock. At that moment, Ivory Maiden lived to suck cock. Nothing else mattered to her but cock.

For Ivory Maiden, it was her first time downing a black dick. A very big black cock. Mobley was tall, tasty, and tremendous. Ivory Maiden couldn't get enough. She secretly wished that the other man would break-off from Ivory Idol and straddle her bed so that she could work two big black cocks at the same time.

At that moment, Melvin, with his shiny and erect cock plowing into Ivory Idol's mouth, chose to start plunging his fingers into Ivory Idol's pussy. Ivory Idol came with loud and anxious moans. The superheroine could barely keep sucking Melvin off due to her reaction to having her honey-pot fingered.

Mobley might have been a rookie, but he caught-on quickly. He too began fingering the hot box before him and he too had Ivory Maiden soon climaxing rigorously with quaking and quivering. And with heated moaning and gasping. With her heaven-reaching orgasm, Ivory Maiden quickly forgot about working two big black cocks at the same time.

All that was needed now was cum.

And to the delight of both the magnificent Ivory Idol and the magnanimous Ivory Maiden, Melvin and Mobley did not keep the superheroines waiting. Mobley erupted first. His youthful cock exploded into the mouth of Ivory Maiden and deposited his sizzling seed. The young superheroine gulped and gulped and managed to down every drop of Mobley's semen.

Call me Ishmael, indeed!

If Ivory Maiden was to write a book, it would have been about a black whale and not a white whale. Her book would have been about a whale of a big black cock - the first line would have been 'Wish-I-could-eat-another-black-male'. Mobley's hot cum was tasty and tremendous. Ivory Maiden looked over to check-on Ivory Idol.

Ivory Idol, the senior succulent superheroine, was in the midst of receiving the first stream of cum from Melvin's ejaculating cock. The first thick stream landed in between Ivory Idol's eyes, but then Melvin unloaded the rest of his prickly prize into Ivory Idol's hungry mouth. The sucking superheroine drank Melvin's cum like it was the sweetest wine from a vintner. Melvin's cum was robust and flavorful, if not tangy with a little touch of testosterone.

But Melvin and Mobley weren't finished.

As the superheroines continued to lick them dry, each man extracted another extreme orgasm out of each superheroine by fingering the wetted pussies before them. By being tied-down in their arm and leg restraints, and with their respective powerbelts hanging out-of-reach harmlessly in the nearby closet, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were absolutely helpless. And they were helpless in another way. Now, the two white-clad and virtuous-looking superheroines were helplessly in love with black cock. Big black cock.

By the time the luscious and lascivious superheroines had 'cum down' from their lofty orgasmic perches, Melvin and Mobley had finished their trash-collecting duties and were out the door. After a brief respite, the superheroines' mutual desire returned. Their bawdy and kinky bodies wanted more. Their busty and fleshly bodies desired more.

They would be happy to receive their next visitor.

Not long after Melvin and Mobley had left their creamy deposits, Martha entered the room for some quick housecleaning - mopping the floor and wiping the various counters. The housekeeper smiled when she saw the helpless condition of the two superheroines. Martha was pretty and had always had a thing for superheroines. She wondered many times if she would make a good superheroine. Superheroines were so beautiful and so known for doing good things. But they were also so distant from her ordinary life.

Martha looked upon the two desperate superheroines with a small but sinister smile. They were so beautiful. And she so wanted to do them good. She now had them at her fingertips.

"Eat me! That's all I ask. Eat me like you've never eaten a superheroine's snatch. Now's your chance! I'm right here and helpless to fight or resist!! Take me now and eat me!! I'm so fucking horny and desperate. And you're so beautiful. Eat me!! My legs are tied and open for you!!" Ivory Idol pleaded.

"NO! EAT ME FIRST!! TAKE ME FIRST!! I'M BEGGING YOU!!! I'M YOUNGER AND TASTIER!!! EAT ME FIRST!!!" Ivory Maiden then pleaded in an even louder voice and with more desperateness.

Martha didn't know where to start, so she started with the younger and louder one.

"You wait your turn. I'm not forgetting about you! Be calm and you'll be next after I have this little feisty one!!" Martha assured the first superheroine closest to the door as she moved closer to the younger and louder one.

Martha didn't catch the first and older superheroine then tugging-at and cursing-at her restraints. Ivory Idol so wanted to be first. She could barely contain her excitement at seeing the housekeeper - the beautiful housekeeper with the large tits and steamy body. Her cunt was dripping.

Martha had not caught Ivory Idol's consternation; she was busy doing a quick and mini striptease for the youthful and yummy superheroine. Off came Martha's cleaning-staff uniform and white nylons. In a second, the hot housecleaner was nude and barefoot and crawling-up Ivory Maiden's bed sheets. The naked housecleaner had a bead on her target. That target was Ivory Maiden's venereal vagina.

And to her credit, the housekeeper was quick, thorough, and a crackerjack. She cleaned Ivory Maiden's clammy cunt with her mouth and tongue with a delicateness and completeness that had the bubbly and exuberant superheroine wanting more. Ivory Maiden's amative cries were loud and exhausting - her vibrant body couldn't and wouldn't stop bucking and bouncing as she climaxed into ecstasy.

The impatient patient that was Ivory Idol could only twist and rend her constraints knowing in the least that she would be next.

And also to her good credit, the housekeeper didn't forget about Ivory Idol. If anything, she was even more delicate and more complete with her amorous attention towards the older and tastier superheroine. Martha couldn't get over the difference in tastes between the two muffs that she was comparing.

While the younger one was energetic and fresh, the girl's pussy was also pungent and zippy. Nirvana would have changed the title of their famous song from "Smells Like Teen Spirit" to "Tastes Like Teen Spirit".

The older superheroine's vagina was aromatic and delicate, like a fine wine that has been decanted properly. Ivory Idol didn't care what her cunt tasted like. All she knew was that she had just been eaten. And eaten so very well. Like the body of her youthful teammate, Ivory Idol's body jerked and jostled violently in her restraints as she released energy from her exquisite orgasm.

As Martha redressed herself, she noticed that both superheroines were still in need. Their eyes showed desperation. And, it was a scary and a deep-seeded desperation.

This time, Ivory Idol was first. Martha unzipped the woman's white bustier, revealing the most pleasing and most perfect set of tits that she had seen in a long time. Ivory Idol's sweet nipples were hard and poking-up in their own pleading way to be touched and squeezed. Martha did not deny Ivory Idol the pleasure. With measured strokes, pokes, and squeezes, Martha quickly had the saucy superheroine's body jerking and jostling again to an enormous climax. It helped that as she stroked and touched, Martha also then locked her mouth onto Ivory Idol's mouth.

Ivory Idol was then stunned to discover that Martha's sweet and delicious mouth tasted like that of a fine and expensive wine. It was the same review that Martha had given Ivory Idol's damp and delectable pussy. It should have been the same review because Ivory Idol was actually tasting the rich juices from her own pussy. The pussy juices that had tasted like sweet wine had clung to Martha's lips, mouth, and tongue.

Talk about being drunk with desire.

And as before, Martha did not forget about the second person waiting for attention. A tinge of jealousy and envy had come to Ivory Maiden's eyes as she witnessed her senior partner's rousing rack being pleasured. Martha quickly removed Ivory Maiden's anxious look of jealousy and envy.

Whereas Ivory Idol's breasts were plump and flowing, Ivory Maiden's breasts were rigid and pointy. Their youthfulness was belied and betrayed by their firmness and excitedness. Martha thought that the girl's exposed nipples were the hardest nipples that she had ever teased. And for that matter, the young girl's quick and exuberant orgasm was so much more than Martha was expecting.

The housecleaner was almost thrown off of the bed due to Ivory Maiden's convulsing and consuming orgasmic release.

All three parties were breathless and breathing heavily from the sexual trysts. Martha redressed and focused-on completing her housekeeping duties. The superheroines continued to lay motionless in their hospital beds as they absorbed the heated actions that had just taken place on their sweltering bodies. As she left the room to continue with her 'cleaning-up' all of all things moist and in need of attention, Martha missed the fact that both superheroines were ready for more.

So ready for more. And so willing for more.

Two more support staff arrived in the room a few minutes later to check on the TV remotes and televisions to ensure they were in working order. Once again, it was felt by hospital management that this action could be done at night when times were quiet. The two techs finished their equipment checks quickly and were about to exit the room but were distracted by the impassioned moans emanating from each bed.

To their surprise, in each bed and half-conscious, not to mention half-nude, were two of the most sizzling women that they had ever had the opportunity to find in hospital beds. The two young techs were hunky and handsome. The two gorgeous superheroines were hot and helpless.

Two and two equals a foursome.

It wasn't long before each superheroine's unbound knees and unbound legs were upraised in the air. And it wasn't long before two stiff dicks were eagerly fucking the even-more-eager pussies being showcased in the room. For each Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden, hot cock never felt so good. Hot, pummeling, and machine-like cock. Pure fucking. They were finally being fucked by cock. Not blowjobs, not finger-fucking, not pussy-eating, not titty tasting, but long and good fucking. Great fucking.

The techs were tremendous. Their pricks were awesome and appealing. Their dicks were fervid and fantastic. They knew how to fuck a female.

But soon after they emptied their cum-filled cocks into the pussies of the heated superheroines, the techs were on their way in order to stay on schedule the best that they could. They had given the two sultry and steamy superheroine the best that they had. The only complaint from either Ivory Idol or Ivory Maiden was that they both wanted more. So much more.

The seductive and suggestive superheroines were insatiable.

The next person into the room was the housekeeper who was supposed to clean the bathroom. Supposed to. But the man took one look at the two superheroines and knew something was wrong. He immediately called the charge nurse. Within seconds of finding the superheroines and talking to them, the charge nurse quickly examined the freshly -fucked superheroines. And then within another few seconds, Ivory Idol or Ivory Maiden were on their way back to the intensive care unit.

Their bodies were burning-up. They were almost as white as their white bustiers. And, they were almost back to being unconscious.

Something was definitely wrong. In her haste to get the superheroines transferred back into the ICU, the charge nurse had simply scribbled 'Desires sex' on their respective hospital charts. The nurse prayed that they had found them in time.

"I think you may have just saved their lives!" the charge nurse called to the bathroom housekeeper as each bed was rolled out of the room and down the corridor.

Each superheroine was considered to be having a 'Code Blue'. Not good. For the second time in a week. Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were headed for the intensive care unit.

*******

After another week, it was believed that the superheroines were well on their way to being cured. It was believed that the superheroines were now mostly cured of the 'Desirex' virus. Only time would tell. The charge nurse's quick chart-note indicating 'desires sex' had morphed into the actual name of the newly-found virus called Desirex.

In fact, the hospital's excellent staff had even analyzed the virus and pinpointed its sinister source of attack on the superheroines' bodies. The virus was attacking the DNA of the superheroines. And to be more specific, the virus was attacking the mitochondrial DNA of the superheroines.

In addition to the chromosomes found in the nucleus of cells that determine genetic information, there are also small bits in the cytoplasm of the cell that also carry DNA information. The small bits are called mitochondria (MC). And mitochondria play a huge part in not only in heredity, but also in the production of energy for the body. Mitochondria also have a part in cell mutation and cell destruction.

In short, some previously unknown virus was attacking the very building-blocks of the superheroines' bodies and beings. The virus was attacking their mitochondrial DNA. The resulting effect on the superheroines was that they desired sexual release. Vicious sexual release. And furthermore, one especially sinister aspect of the virus was that the more the superheroines received sexual gratification, the more their bodies wanted and needed additional sexual gratification. The Desirex virus certainly had a snowballing effect to it.

Similar to the old potato-chip commercial vernacular, 'you couldn't eat just one'. If a superheroine was eaten, she wanted to be eaten again and again. If a superheroine was fucked, she wanted to be fucked again and again. It is scary stuff. To think that one might constantly desire sex might not sound so bad. But in reality, the thought of needing something more and more, with no quenching or relief in sight, is quite nightmarish.

The hospital staff even added the letters 'MC' to the name of the virus, so as to stipulate the specific strain of the virus that was attacking mitochondrial DNA. No one, especially doctors and nurses in the know, wanted to deal with anything that attacked mitochondrial DNA. Soon, many would be aware about the Desirex-MC virus. It wasn't yet on the same scale as HIV, but there were those who saw great chaos in the future because of the new virus and took very special notice of it.

Imagine, being able to attack someone and render them a helpless and hopeless knave to sexual desire.

Perhaps Robert Palmer said it best for those infected with the Desirex-MC virus with his chorus from his song "Addicted to Love": '♫ Might as well face it, you're addicted to love... Might as well face it, you're addicted to love...♫'

To be cautious, Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden were being kept in ICU for another week. Even though their bodies were responding to medicine quite well, the initial outbreak of the virus had been so quick and so vicious that doctors wanted to take a long look at the superheroines' bodies and reactions.

Who wouldn't want to take a long look at two stunning superheroine bodies?

But this time, the superheroines' initial prognosis was not being described as 'good'. This time, the superheroines' initial prognosis was being described as 'guardedly good'.

Much still needed to be discovered about the Desirex-MC virus.

*******

In the highly-concerned and deeply-secret vestibules at The AGENCY, management was deeply concerned about the news of the arrival of the Desirex-MC virus. And, to be more precise, the new creation of and the arrival of the virus seemingly right there in the city of Titanville. Anything that could change or mutate one's cells and one's mitochondrial DNA, especially that DNA belonging to a superheroine, had the utmost attention of those in power.

There was truly deep concern. Not only concern for Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden, but concern for all superheroines. The AGENCY certainly could not have any or all of its superheroines succumbing to sexual desire at the drop of a hat. Or more particularly, at the gassing of a superheroine, or perhaps at the chloroforming of a superheroine.

The thought of all the fiendish ways that a miscreant could administer the Desirex-MC virus to an unsuspecting superheroine or a dynamic duo of superheroines, or even to a terrific trio of superheroines, was at once unthinkable and unnerving.

"Your team has a new and highly classified mission." Mr. Yellow, the Case Manager, relayed to Mr. Burgundy, head of the "Sierra Alpha" team. "Your team will now analyze the 'Bumble-Bee Diamond' case and try and determine from whence the Desirex-MC virus has come. We need to know who is behind this dastardly drug!"

Mr. Yellow thought for a quick second and continued his thought.

"That is, if someone is indeed behind the creation of this drug... or virus... or whatever it is. I find it hard to believe that this thing has come out of nowhere. There must be a sinister scoundrel behind it!" Mr. Yellow added.

Vik nodded his head with great determination and understanding. He had already heard some of the aspects from some of those in the know. He fully understood that it would be his team's primary mission in the coming weeks and months. He was so glad that his wife, Ravishing Raven, was assigned to the team and not out in the field.

"Any status on Ivory Idol and Ivory Maiden?" Vik enquired.

"The doctors are very happy on how they've responded to the drugs. They think they're good to go, but they're going to take a few more days..." Mr. Yellow informed.

"Any news about Maizen Maiden??" Vik then asked, changing the subject from the frightful thought of superheroines being reduced to sexual slaves by Desirex-MC.

It had not gone unnoticed that the golden superheroine was nowhere to be found. Mr. Yellow shook his head and lowered his eyes. He didn't like having one of his best and brightest superheroines listed as missing.

"Can I make finding Maizen Maiden the 'Sierra Alpha' team's second-highest priority?" Vik asked.

All Mr. Yellow could do was nod his head.

"Don't worry, we'll find her!" Vik then said as he put his hand on Mr. Yellow's shoulder.

"Please do..." Mr. Yellow replied with a shallow voice.

Like said previously, The AGENCY's Case Manager didn't like having one of his best and brightest superheroines listed as missing.

*******

It had been two weeks since the theft and recovery of the "Bumble-Bee Diamond". And to that end, the hideous and fuzzy bumble-bees in the basement of Queen βεε's mansion had been silent and had floated harmlessly above the 'stinging' table. There had been no nosy police detectives knocking on the door in search of clues to the diamond theft. And, there had been no further pesky and meddlesome superheroines visiting to interrupt Queen βεε and Hornette.

Both the elegant Queen βεε and the stimulating Hornette had each looked towards the table at times in hopes that there was a new set of superheroines that had been gassed and were now being pussy-fucked and ass-fucked by the stinger-dildoed ends of the bumble-bee abdomens.

And so too, being skull-fucked by the stinger-dildoed ends of the yellow-jacket abdomens.

All in all, the two weeks had been quiet. The news of the great diamond theft was dwindling rapidly as other news began to fill the newspapers and airwaves of Titanville. There were scattered news reports that indicated that the trial of the ten fraternity brothers would probably be about eight months down the road. The fact that the ten thieves were still denying that they had anything to do with the theft did not dissuade the ruling judge from incarcerating them without bail.

And as each day passed, Bethany became more and more the person she was prior to her brutal rape. She appeared to be serene and content with her revenge results. She could wait patiently for the next eight months as long as the βεε brothers were in jail.

"You look like the weight of the world is off your shoulders..." Missy said as she spoke softly.

"It's been a difficult fall..." Bethany replied as she quickly reviewed everything in her mind. "But I feel better and better with each passing day."

And Bethany should have felt better with each passing day - hers and Missy's lovemaking had been juicer and spicier with each passing day. And to her credit, Missy was watching Bethany with utmost care and concern. Missy had one particular area of concern.

"Bethany, I have a serious question for you..." Missy said as she continued to speak softly.

They each were totally nude and casually holding each other on the hexagon-shaped chamber-bed that had been their love nest.

"If not for the ruthless rape in the alley that day, we might not ever have met..." Missy continued cautiously. "Does having me around remind you of that day, and more importantly, continue to hurt you in ways that I cannot fathom?"

It was a valid concern. And it was an honest question. And to her great intelligence, Bethany thought for a moment before giving her honest answer.

"I have been thinking of the aftermath of that horrid afternoon. And yes, one of the results was meeting you. And then ONE of the results of meeting you was then falling in love with you. I get so horny when I envision you in that Maizen Maiden superheroine costume!" Bethany said with softness. "I can honestly say that it is quite confusing for me, if I don't get raped, then I might not ever meet you."

"You know, the Bible says 'For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.'" Bethany added.

Missy looked at the female love of her life and nodded her head slowly.

"What does that mean to you?" Missy asked inquisitively.

"I think... I think it means... I think it means that we cannot always know why bad things happen to us... And I think it also means that we need to remember and try to understand that something good, somehow or some way, can come from something bad." Bethany answered.

Missy continued looking at her new love and nodded her head even more. But then a quick thought crossed Missy's mind.

"What's going to happen to Queen βεε and Hornette now?!?" Missy asked anxiously.

"I've been thinking about that too... And I know this..." Bethany said as she paused for dramatic effect. "You'll still be Hornette, but the name 'Queen βεε' is out and the name 'Queen BEE' is in!!"

"I'm going to further distance myself from βεε. That fraternity is now in my past. Besides, my initials are still B.E.E.!" Bethany professed with a happiness and calmness.

Missy took-in the new name of Queen BEE and continued to nod her head but then asked yet another deep question.

"You gonna be okay with yourself if each of those ten bastards goes to jail for forty years?" Missy asked.

Bethany had had two weeks to think of the answer to that question. It really was a question that had to be asked. And so too, it was a question that Bethany had to answer, if not to appease Missy but to certainly appease herself.

"I knew right when I woke-up in the hospital that day that I had a major decision before me - to take my revenge...or to retreat and hide from the rape. And, if I took my revenge, how would I go about doing it. Because of the real and stinging bees in the alley that fateful afternoon, my very life had been threatened. But it helped me to a possible plan of avengement. It brought me, quite literally, to the question of 'to bee or not to bee'. That was the question, indeed. Should I get my revenge or should I not get my revenge?" Bethany explained. "It was very difficult at times."

Missy could tell that Bethany was happy with her choice 'to bee', that is, to move forward and get her revenge on those that had raped her beautiful body and soul.

"I'll have some regretful moments at times I suppose, but I'll be okay..." Bethany finally relayed to Missy as she too began nodding. "I'll definitely be okay!"

And then Bethany flashed that happy but devilish smile to Missy.

"Besides, I got the girl!!" Bethany then announced excitedly and lustfully. "A very bad and naughty girl!!!"

Missy smiled too as the two naked and nubile cuties moved closer to each other.

"Mmmmmm, a very bad and naughty girl at that!" Missy said equally mischievously and seductively.

"How badly do you want me? And how naughty do you want to get??" Bethany then asked with her eyebrows arched sexually and sensually.

Missy didn't even have to think.

"'Very badly' and 'very very naughty' are my answers, Miss Queen BEE!" Missy then answered dreamily with a heady tone of naughtiness in her voice.

Now it was Bethany's turn to answer with deliciousness.

"Mmmmmm, I love my Hornette 'very badly'." Bethany announced. "And I love 'very very naughty' too!!"

The foreplay was over. Bethany dove for Missy's snatch. And Missy went down on Bethany's beaver. Probing and silky hands found soft breasts. Pinching and slippery fingers found hard nipples. Muscular legs spread wider to welcome and accept magnificent mouths. Hot and wet tongues found hotter and wetter pussies.

Their lovemaking, including masterful and various heavenly sixty-nine positions, lasted for hours.

Queen BEE and Hornette. Bethany and Missy. Indeed, the two bees were Queen BEE and Hornette. And, the not two bees were Bethany and Missy.

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END of Episode 021 - "To Bee or Not to Bee? That Is the Question..." (Part 6/Conclusion) by Titanville

Stay tuned for the next episode, Episode 022, when my new story, "Adonis Ensorcell, the Sorcerous Financial Wizard" finds us catching-up with the mesmerizing, if not mesmerized, superheroine team of the enticing Emerald Lynx and the feisty Emerald Minx.

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