Bullies
and Boogiemen
by
Comixfana
Reverend Justice/Joey Lucas, Angel Ariella/Sheila Holly, Special Age= nt Quentin Sullivan and Special Agent Chris Townshend are my OC’s. Ms. America= na, Flag Girl, Nightraven, Hexanna, Lady Midnight and Fraulein Elsa are the creation of Mr. X. Comments? Feedback? Drop me a line at<= o:p>
Chapter
1- Sainte Bernadette High School
Sitting in the driver’s seat of a silver Audi R8
Coupe, a gift from his rich better half, Joey Lucas stared mournfully at his
old Alma Mater’s main building. In=
a
move that was completely out of character, he reached in the console’s stor=
age
compartment for the hip flask he’d gotten a few years prior “as a joke” and
took a long sip of rum and diet cola.
“Damn
I’ve hated this place for so m=
any
years, with such a fucking passion=
…the
constant bullying from those entit=
led
rich pricks! And the old fart Friars who looked the other way because t=
he
rich kids’ parents were generous d=
onors…”
he
bitterly thought, the rum warming up his stomach.
He drew in a deep breath, trying to calm down. In
spite of himself, he chuckled.
“Then
again, the bullying motivated =
me to
train hard and join the wrestling team; that
shut up a few loudmouths…”
he thought, staring at the old concrete statue of Sainte Bernadette which
overlooked the building.
No matter how many times the powers that be had tr=
ied
to whitewash it, the pigeons still seemed to be hopelessly attracted to poor
old Bernadette, who stood under a semi-permanent layer of crusted droppings=
. He
sighed.
“The damn =
extramural athletics competition =
was
just an excuse for our School to b=
oast
that we had the best athletic
program… Coach Beauchemin was proud of me, congratulated
me for winning the gold, while the old prick Coach Mondou was too
embarrassed that I proved him wrong, cold-shouldered me and berated his star pupils Blanchard and Lambert=
for ‘settling for silver’…” he tho=
ught,
taking another sip.
He smirked, as memories resurfaced of that time wh=
en
he, a young Franco-American weightlifter named Quentin Sullivan from the US=
team
of Saint Luke’s and his blonde girlfriend Carol-Ann Baker had become friend=
s. They
had gathered together at the local watering hole, the Pub Les Copains to celebrate. The owner, glad for the extra business,
wasn’t a stickler for ID.
“Three
gold medallists struck up an unlikely friendship: Sullivan in weightlifting,
his hot girlfriend Carol-Ann in track and field; and me in free-style
wrestling…we decided to have fun f=
or a
change!” He thought, his upper lip curled in h=
is
trademark Elvis-like grin.
The celebration was unfortunately cut short as a f=
ew
competitors from the other teams decided to get fresh with Carol-Ann, start=
ing
an all-out brawl in the parking lot with Sullivan, his girlfriend, and Lucas
fighting by their side.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply; establishin=
g a
telepathic link with his better half, one Sheila Holly.
“Hi
Angel-babe, I guess I’ll make my way inside soon. I
still wish I was with you in Megacity instead of here. The Sin Sisters have been quiet for a while, but I don’t trust them=
.”
Joey communicated.
“Hey
lover boy, I don’t trust them either…I sure wish I could have gone with you,
but while Chantal, Sadie and Ronnie Eden are respecting our pax angelica so far; should any innocent bystander be hurt or kil=
led
from their business operations, all bets are off.”
Sheila replied.
Chantal, Sadie and Ronnie Eden, also known as the =
Sisters of Sin in Megacity, were =
the local
Kingpins- or perhaps Queenpins-=
of
Megacity’s organized crime. Specia=
lizing
in so-called adult entertainment – =
glorified
prostitution rings under the guise of massage parlors, strip clubs and
relaxation clinics- they also dabbled in assassination, narcotics and illeg=
al
arms dealings.
“Which
is why I don’t get why you were so insistent
that I attend this lame-ass re=
union,
my place is with you!” Joey replied, feeling frustrated=
.
“I
sense your frustration lover boy, and I know it’s not directed towards me.<=
span
style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> There’s a chapter of your past that nee=
ds to
be resolved, the same way I needed to confront my Dad for using my ESP for =
his
personal gain, and bury the hatchet with my Mom for subconsciously holding =
me responsible for their divorce.=
There is something
at that old High School that still gnaws at you. Confront your tormentors, embrace your
friends. Return to me a happier ma=
n.” Sheila
replied.
Joey sighed.
While there was a corner of their minds they kept private out of mut=
ual
respect, hiding anxious thoughts from the love of his life while they share=
d a
telepathic link was almost impossible.
“Of course you’re right Angel babe;
doesn’t mean I have to like it=
… I’ll
be back with you soon.” He responded.
“Of course I am! Hurry back hot stuff; I might just welcome y= ou with that skimpy black teddy with the stay up stockings! See you soon!” Sheila concluded, terminating the link.<= o:p>
“You darn tease…now
I really want to be home with y=
ou!”
Joey mumbled, taking one last gulp from his flask.
He burped, tossed the hip flask back in the consol=
e’s
storage compartment and got out of the car, locking it up.
Chapter
2 – Guests from Delta City
After a rapid flight from Delta City to Montreal,
unhampered by Customs thanks to his FBI carte
blanche status, Special Agent Quentin Sullivan now sat behind the steer=
ing
wheel of a rental car –a Cadillac – with a brooding expression on his face;=
the
ever so lovely Brenda Wade sitting in the passenger’s seat.
They were now making their way to the small town of
Saint François Quebec, a few kilometers away from her luxury Chalet near Lake Magog. She looked at him with a charming smile=
.
“Lighten up Quentin, we’ll spend a few hours at the
reunion and then we’ll be on our way to the Chalet, chillaxing and making l=
ove
like horny little rabbits!” she said, teasingly.
“Hm…mention that
again and I’ll drive straight to your cottage! Agreed, I wouldn’t mind catching up wit=
h old Elvis…I mean Joey, and shoot the s=
hit
with him, but going there in the odd chance he’ll be there up is kinda…”
Quentin said, his voice trailing off.
“Oh, he’l=
l be
there, I checked the web page, he RSVP’d as did a certain Carol-Ann Bak=
er…”
Brenda said, teasingly, knowing that the mention of that particular ex would
bother him.
“Carol-Ann and I lasted exactly three weeks, we were teenagers who didn’t know any better…and s=
he
was the type of girl who kept getting me into fights, thanks to her constan=
t flirting
with other guys; so you’ll forgive =
me
if I’m not exactly looking forward to see her
again.” Quentin said, annoyed.
Brenda laughed good-heartedly.
“Girlfriend
getting you into fights…sounds familiar doesn’t it? Seeing the way you
handle those criminals who…molested=
me
as Ms. Americana, looks like not much has changed! And it confirms my suspicions: you didn=
’t
want to go because you’re still holding a grudge against her, time to let go
Quentin!” Brenda said, grinning.
Quentin chuckled.
“Fair enough, Carol-Ann is part of my past, I can’t
change that, but you’re right, it’s time I let
it go. We were dumb kids, I ca=
n only
hope she also grew up and quit
getting her boyfriends in trouble…and for the record, I was infatuated with her; I fell in love with you in College, =
and
never stopped loving you.” Quentin said, pleasantly.
“Why Special Agent Sullivan, you silver-tongued de=
vil,
how you do carry on!” Brenda said, putting on a silly Southern Belle accent=
.
Quentin chuckled a bit louder.
“My, my Ms. Brenda, that, ah say, that southern ac=
cent
sure makes you sound sexy, sexy that is!” he said, putting on an exaggerated
Foghorn Leghorn voice; making Brenda chuckle along.
“So tell me, how did you and Joey meet? I understand you were on opposing teams=
?”
Brenda asked.
Quentin grinned.
“Well, being part of a team doesn’t guarantee you’ll be friends with y=
our
team-mates; which held true of Joey and me. And as luck would have it, Joey=
and
I were both diehard Benny Hill fans…” Quentin reminisced, smiling
“And how did you find that out?” Brenda asked, wit=
h a
curious frown.
“Between events, Carol-Ann and I would snoop around
and watch the other competitions. =
Just
before the start of the 100 metre dash event for men, well, teens as it were, one of the Coach=
es from
a visiting team was, say…giving one of his runners an overly zealous shou=
lder
rub…” Quentin said, chuckling some more.
“Hm, let me guess, an old Friar?” Brenda said,
smirking, rolling her eyes.
Quentin shrugged.
“Maybe…most coaches were Friars, but there were
also some laymen in there…anyway, as Carol-Ann and I are watching, shaking =
our
heads in disbelief at the not so am=
biguously
gay display occurring in front of our eyes, I heard this voice next to =
me that
said in a hushed tone: ‘Ich think Der Herr Major ist ein Pouf!’” Quentin sa=
id, now
shaking with laughter.
“A Benny Hill quote?” Brenda asked, chuckling alon=
g.
Quentin nodded, still laughing.
“Yep! So I turned to look, and there’s Joey, with =
this
Elvis grin on his face, using every ounce of self-restraint not to laugh at=
his
own one-liner! So in character, I =
answered:
‘Du must not call dat pouf ein=
Major!
Dat pouf ist ein rotten pedophile!”
Quentin said, wiping tears from his eyes with his right hand.
“You didn=
’t! You nasty boy!
Ha! Ha! Ha!” Brenda said, massive bosom shaking with laughter.
“Anyway, =
we
became fast friends. We would hang out between competitions, and after the
medals ceremony, he took us to this local Pub to celebrate…Carol-Ann got
herself in the middle of something, as
usual, which turned into a brawl in the parking lot…not our proudest
moment, but MAN that was FUN!” Quentin said, smiling.
“See? And you would have missed out on seeing your=
old
pal if I hadn’t RSVP’d for you, all because you didn’t want to see an ex!”
Brenda said, with a teasing smirk.
“Yes dear<=
/i>,
you were right, and I was wrong! ”
Quentin said, with a grin.
“And don’t you forget it! You may be the master ta=
ctician
with the She-Legion, but in Social matters, I’m
the Queen bee!” Brenda said, her left hand teasingly stroking his right
thigh.
“Indeed you are my love, indeed you are! And a sexy Queen bee at that! We shouldn’t be much longer until we get
there.” Quentin said, casting Brenda a furtive sideways glance as he drove,=
her
hand on his lap making his pants feel a few sizes tighter.
Quentin sighed and chuckled as anther memory poppe=
d up
in his mind.
“More Benny Hill Quentin?” Brenda asked, with a
teasing smirk.
“No…I just remembered a certain summer, just before
College. Joey and I had been pen-p=
alling
for a long while, so I invited him to spend a summer with us at my Uncle Ia=
n’s
farm; “us” being my cousins Brent, Clay, Simone and myself…didn’t do much c=
hores
that particular summer, and Simone was all over poor Joey who was trying hi=
s damnedest
to let her down easy…it all worked out fine, but I remember my uncle Ian
wondering about his daughter’s sudden obsession with shaving her legs and
armpits!” Quentin said, snickering.
“Quentin, that’s awful!” Brenda said, giggling in
spite of herself.
Chapter
3 – Old pals 1
As more cars were pulling into Sainte Bernadette
Senior High’s parking, Joey Lucas pulled his smart phone from his jacket
pocket; and pressed a speed key.
“Joey Lucas signing in, do you copy Otto?” Joey sa=
id.
“Voice biometrics positive match, how can I help y=
ou
Sir?” Otto’s electronic voice replied.
Sheila had been tweaking Otto’s voice matrix, to s=
ound
more human. At this stage, Otto sounded like a cross between Vincent Price =
and
Michael Cain. Joey sighed.
“I’m about to enter the old Alma Mater, I’d like y=
ou
to keep the R8’s smart alarm on standby.” He said, a familiar sensation bud=
ding
in the pit of his stomach.
“Smart alarm on standby Sir. Are you expecting any trouble?” Otto
enquired.
“Not quite Otto, probably just a bad case of nerves
but…” Joey said.
“A precognitive event then? Would you like me to advise Ms. Sheila?=
” Otto
responded.
“Nothing that clear, call it a hint of precognition…or I’m just worried about leaving Sheila
handling the pax angelica on her
own. Either way, I want to be read=
y in
any case of emergency. No point in
worrying Sheila, she already has her hands full.” Joey said.
“Understood Sir.
Speaking of being prepared for any eventuality, are you carrying the
molecular device, should your alter ego’s services be required?” Otto asked=
.
Joey smiled, Sheila hadn’t yet chosen a name for s=
aid
device.
“At all times, cleverly disguised as my wristwatch=
.”
Joey said.
“Excellent Sir, may I help you with anything else?”
Otto said.
“No Otto that was it.” Joey said.
“Very well Sir, hopefully your hint of precognition is but a false alarm as it were. Enjoy your evening!” Otto said, his
electronic voice taking a happy tone.
Chuckling, Joey’s upper lip once again curled in h=
is
Elvis-like grin.
“Thanks Otto, Lucas out!” Joey said, terminating t=
he
link.
He pocketed his cell phone, and a voice caught his
attention from his left.
“Is that you Miste’ Joey?” the voice clamored in a
shaky tenor.
Joey threw his head back, laughing.
“Why Ah’d recognaze dat voice anywhea!’” He replie=
d,
giggling.
He could hear a man and a woman giggling. He turne=
d to
face them, arms outstretched.
“MOMMA BELLE!
No, that’s Quentin! Ha! Ha! Ha! Dude! How’ve you been?” Joey said,
laughing, walking towards Quentin.
They hugged, laughing heartily. Quentin was flanked by a tall, drop-dead
gorgeous brunette.
“It’s
been 20 years, it’s to be expected he won’t be with the same girl!”<=
/i>
Joey thought.
“Had my ups and downs, but I’m doing fine! Looking
good mon frère, looking pretty =
damn
good!” Quentin said, as they released their hug.
“So do you big guy! How about you introduce me to =
that
gorgeous young lady?” Joey aske=
d,
gracing Brenda with a smile.
“Absolutely, Joey Lucas, meet Brenda Wade! Brenda, this is my old friend Joseph Em=
ile
Lucas!” Quentin said, as Joey extended his hand to Brenda.
“Pleased to meet you Brenda, just Joey, even my mo=
ther
doesn’t call me ‘Joseph Emile’! Sa=
y…you
might be familiar with my better half, Sheila Holly?” Joey said, as they shook hands, getting=
an
odd sensation at the physical contact.
“Pleased to meet you too Joey…you mean Sheila Holl=
y as
in Holly Tech Research and Develop=
ment Enterprises
and Holly Investments; one of =
the major
donors of the Wade Foundation?” Brenda asked, surprised.
“The one and same, also the brains behind Megacity=
’s
Women’s Outreach Program, our version of the Wade Foundation. Up until now I wasn’t sure you were the Brenda Wade…I didn’t realize y=
ou
dated billionaires Quentin!” Joey said, his lip curled in his trademark Elv=
is
grin.
“You’re not exactly hurting either Joey, Sheila’s =
net
worth matches my own! Will she be
joining us?” Brenda asked, smiling.
“I wish…too much business to tend to in Megacity.<=
span
style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> She insisted I come and ‘face my tormentors’…I’m sure she didn’t mean you Quentin.” Joey
said, smiling.
“I have a good idea of who though…Blanchard, Lambert and their little clique…” Quentin said, eyeb=
rows
arched.
Joey nodded, rolling his eyes.
“Ah, screw them and screw the bitter memories; buy=
you
fine folks a drink?” Joey asked.
“Only if I buy the next round!” Quentin said, patt=
ing
Joey on the shoulder.
“And me the one after that!” Brenda said, stepping
between them, putting one arm around Quentin’s shoulders and the other arou=
nd
Joey’s.
Joey gasped at the contact of Brenda's arm slung
across his shoulders; getting a clearer empathic glimpse of who his new fri=
end
really was.
“Wow,
Ms. Americana, seriously? And good old Quentin is in on it? Awesome! Especi=
ally
since my precognitive glimpse is growing stronger but still not very clear…this is where I
could seriously use Sheila's power to boost mine…still it’s nice to have so=
me
backup when shit hits the fan…” Joey thought, more
excited than anxious.
“So tell me Quentin, how did you and Brenda meet?”
Joey asked, wondering how Quentin would spin it to protect their secret.
“We met in College, didn’t really click at first…”
Quentin said, as they entered the old High School.
“I was obsessed with getting perfect grades; then =
this
cute jock started strutting around, trying to get my attention…” casting
Quentin a teasing glance.
“As it turns out, we were both in the same physed,=
literature
and theater classes, so we got to know each other.” Quentin continued.
They picked up their name tags at the front desk a=
nd
found themselves a table; paying little attention to the other guests.
“One thing led to another, we became study partner=
s,
rehearsed plays together; Quentin does a killer Hercule Poirot!” Brenda said as they sat down.
“Mais oui, but ze little grey cells they were more
interested in ze lovely Brenda Wade zan on ze studies n’est-ce pas?” Quentin
said, grinning.
Joey smiled, thus far, they were being quite factu=
al.
“We also joined a self-defence course, a mix of
Karate, Judo and Aikido, and sparred together…said sparring sessions would
often turn into make-out sessions!” Brenda said, looking sheepish.
“Then there was this Luau before Spring Break…Bren=
da
performed this seductive Hula dance that knocked my socks off…” Quentin sai=
d,
lovingly looking into her eyes.
Brenda giggled charmingly.
“I’d singled him out, looking into his eyes the wh=
ole
time, the other guys didn’t exist for me at that point…fortunately, I wasn’t
the only girl who volunteered to be a Hula dancer that night, so there was =
no
fighting! Quentin was the only one I wanted.” Brenda said, smiling.
“And we’ve be in love ever since!” Quentin conclud=
ed.
Joey nodded as they kissed.
“They
skipped one hell of a chunk of inf=
o,
but they were truthful with the information shared. Good job protecting Brenda’s secret
identity!” He thought.
“I’ll give you a few moments to smooch some more a=
s I
get us some drinks, looks like they’re serving Champagne, unless you feel l=
ike
something else?” Joey said, lip curled in his trademark Elvis grin.
“Champagne is perfect for me, thanks Joey!” Brenda=
said,
laughing.
“Beer for me wise guy!” Quentin said.
“Coming up!” Joey said, with a wink.
Joey headed to the makeshift bar. A large sign was taped to it, written i=
n felt
tip pen which read:
=
Beer
- Glass $2.00 Bottle $5.00
=
Glass
of Red or White Wine $6.00
=
Wine
coolers $6.00
=
Shooters
$6.00
=
Champagne
– 1st glass free, refills $7.00
=
Water
and Pop $1.00
“One
complimentary glass of Champagne per guest and a pay bar…talk about low-bud=
get! I might want to stick with water or pop=
after
the rum I already drank…and if my =
precognitive
glimpse materializes I’ll need all my wits…though I have a feeling they
water the booze here, that gives me an idea…” Joey mused.
With a chuckle, he recognised coach Beauchemin ten=
ding
bar.
“Lucas! W=
hat
will my star pupil have?” coach Jacques Beauchemin asked, smiling.
“Coach! Long-time no see! That’ll be one glass of Champagne for t=
he
lovely Ms. Wade, a glass of beer for my pal Sullivan, and I’ll have a glass=
of
diet cola with a shot of rum on the side!”
Joey asked, grinning.
“Please, I’m long retired, call me Jacques! You’re
gonna need a tray for that, help yourself to a glass of Champagne, hang on
while I pour the drinks…” Coach Beauchemin said, manning the taps, pouring =
one
beer.
“Alright then Jacques, I see they never replaced t=
he
cafeteria’s old gray plastic trays!” Joey said, as Coach Jacques now poured=
rum
in a shot glass.
Joey picked up a tray, and took one of the many gl=
asses
of Champagne laid out on the bar, placing it on his tray, as Beauchemin now
poured ice in another glass and then filled it with diet cola.
“Nope, like the old saying goes, if it ain’t broken
right?” Beauchemin said with a wink, putting the drinks on the tray.
Joey pulled out his wallet, took out a $10.00 bill=
.
“Here Jacques, keep the change, looks like old
Bernadette needs a good cleanup outside!” Joey said, upper lip curled up in=
his
signature Elvis grin.
Beauchemin laughed heartily as Joey picked up the
tray.
“Cheap tipper!” he shouted, tongue in cheek, as Jo=
ey
made his way back to the table.
“Voilà, Champagne for the lovely young lady, beer =
for
my old pal and rum and diet coke for yours truly!” Joey said, putting the t=
ray
down on the table.
“Thanks Joey!” Brenda said, smiling.
“Yeah bro, thanks, so, rum and diet coke huh?” Que=
ntin
said, teasingly.
“Hey, gotta maintain my girlish figure!” Joey said=
as
he sat down, his remark making Brenda and Quentin laugh.
An elderly gentleman approached their table, dress=
ed
in a crumpled old navy suit. He ha=
d a silvery
five o’clock shadow on his face and a brush cut that made him look like an =
old
Army veteran; and the smell of stale gin on his breath.
“Well, well, well, twenty years later and the three trouble-makers flock together again!” his hoarse, gin-soaked vo=
ice
screeched.
Brenda, Quentin and Joey looked at him, puzzled.
“Actually, that’s two trouble-makers, I’m not Carol-Ann Baker, I am…” Brenda said, not to avail.<= o:p>
Ignoring her, Mondou focused his gaze on Joey.
“You were one lucky
little cock-sucker Lucas, I’ll give you that much! Beauchemin is a hack Coach, coddling the runts and the whiners! My
boys deserved the gold, not you!” Mondou said, interrupting Brenda.
Quentin was about to say something, but Joey stood=
up,
furious. Mondou took a step back, realizing that Joey was bigger, taller and
heavier than he had been twenty years earlier.
“As usual<=
/i>, drunk as a skunk, and unable to move on with his life I see! I
won the fucking gold for this =
stinking joke of a High School, b=
ut
that wasn’t good enough now was it=
?
I wasn’t one of your ass-kissers and
it just stuck in your craw that I =
succeeded
in spite of you!” Joey said, his Elvis grin taking a cold, intimidating
aura.
Momentarily gone was his precognitive glimpse, as
anger boiled within him.
“Why…why you insolent
little faggot…” Mondou tried to say, his voice trailing off.
“Insolent=
? You treated me, and any intellectua=
l
student in your class, like some k=
ind of
sub-species! You went out of your f=
ucking
way to demean us, make us feel=
like shit! And then, don’t deny it, you started
the rumor that I was making money =
sucking
cock after School! All that to=
motivate your precious pets Blanc=
hard
and Lambert! Who, by the way, ende=
d up letting you down with Silver Medals!”
Joey barked, the expression of furor on his face draining all color from
Mondou’s face.
“Joey’s gonna kill him, maybe we should calm him
down?” Brenda mumbled to Quentin.
“No, this has been festering for a long time, it’s=
cathartic…Joey won’t hurt a frail =
old
man...I hope…” Quentin replied.
“What? Got nothing more to say you old booze-bag? And by the way, this faggot
has had more pussy in =
one Cégep semester than you proba=
bly
ever saw in a lifetime! I have a gorgeous
spouse and I’m head of Corporate Security for one of Forbes’ Top 100 firms! So fuck
you and fuck the horse you rode into town on!”=
Joey
snapped, getting a split second precognitive glimpse.
“Incoming
right-hook to the jaw, tongue in, teeth clenched, roll with the punch…”
He rapidly thought, a split second before Mondou threw a sloppy, drunken ri=
ght
hook to Joey’s jaw, who rolled with the punch with ease.
Quentin stood up, getting ready to pull Joey off t=
he
old Coach. To his and to Brenda’s relief, Joey simply straightened up, lip
curled up in his trademark Elvis grin, looking at the old Coach derisively.=
“Seriously=
Mondou? Is that all you got? I’ve been hit harder by an eight year-old girl=
! And
you went and hurt your arthritic hand on my chin didn’t you, you moron?” Jo=
ey
said, as Mondou massaged his right hand and Beauchemin left his place behind
the bar to break it up.
“Damn you=
Jean-Charles!
You show up drunk, and you’re not here five minutes that you start a fight =
and assault a guest?” Beauchemin said,
furious, yanking Mondou back by the arm.
“Ah go to=
hell,
he started it! Let go of my arm!” Mondou said, giving Beauchemin a good whiff =
of
the gin on his breath.
“I beg to
differ, Joey, Quentin and I were having a pleasant chat and about to en=
joy
a drink, when this vile old man came
and verbally assaulted us, then focused on Joey, calling him a cock-sucker
and a faggot.” Brenda said, calmly.
“Ah they’ll stick together, they…ooowww!” Mondou said, interrupted by Beauchemin’s powerful grip
tightening on his arm.
“Shall I call the cops? We have drunk and disorder=
ly
conduct, and aggravated assaul=
t. I’m a witness.” Beauchemin said, calmly,
keeping the pressure on Mondou’s arm
“So am I.” Quentin said.
“And me!” Brenda added.
“What do you say Joey?” Beauchemin asked.
Joey sighed.
“Escort the old
fucker out. If he comes back i=
n, I’ll call the cops myself.” Joey =
said,
casting Mondou a look that made him flinch.
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch Mondou, the exit’=
s this way.” Beauchemin said, draggi=
ng
Mondou towards the exit.
Chapter
3 – Old pals 2
Brenda, Quentin and Joey sat back down while some =
of
the guests applauded as the drunken former Coach was being thrown out.
“Are you okay Joey? It wasn’t the best looking pun=
ch,
but they don’t have to look good to hurt!” Quentin said, raising his glass =
to
his lips.
“Mondou has bad arthritis in his hands, that swing=
he
took hurt him worse than it hurt me, the swing was slow, sloppy and easy en=
ough
to roll through. I’m fine!” Joey s=
aid,
smiling as he poured his shot of rum in the glass of diet cola.
“A toast? To old friendships, new ones and catharsis!” Brenda said, raising =
her
glass, smiling.
“Here, here!” Quentin said, also raising his glass=
.
“Friendships, catharsis, and closure…I’ll be damned but Sheila was right: I needed to close this chapter of my life, face my tormentors – and he was the worst of them – and come back to her a better man…ch=
eers
my friends!” Joey said, also raising his glass.
“And
cheers to you Sheila!” he privately thought, as they to=
ok a
long sip.
Joey could feel the original precognitive glimpse
returning, spoiling his improving mood.
“Damn…so
Mondou wasn’t it…”<=
span
style=3D'font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Times New Roman",se=
rif'>
he thought.
“So Joey, you know how Quentin and I met, how about
you and Sheila?” Brenda asked.
Joey smiled.
“Well, after graduating Cégep – you’d call it Juni=
or College
- and then University, I got a paid internship with a US firm that made all=
the
necessary arrangements for me – Green Card, work permit, the works. The pay=
was
barely enough for rent, food and utilities, so I needed a sideline. After a bit of research, I found out th=
at
Eddie Delgado was looking for recruits for his local promotion…” Joey said.=
“You mean El Suave Desperado Delgado? I =
used
to love him as a kid!” Quentin said, surprised.
“The one and same! After a bit of training, he lik=
ed
the fact that I had an amateur background and a good work ethic. He teamed me up with his son Luis, and =
we had
successful a tag-team run, even won the regional tag team belts!” Joey said,
smiling.
“Wow Joey, you seem to have a knack for getting
championships!” Brenda said, with a wink.
“Trust me, it wasn’t as glamorous as it sounds!
“And
the first empathic connection =
we had,
that bonded us together, a hap=
py
fluke that joined our paths…” he thought.
“Wow that was forward! Sheila likes muscular men…I can say I relate!” =
Brenda
said, giving Quentin a wink.
“You haven’t heard the best part yet; I go back to=
the
locker room, the guys are razzing me about it ‘Yo Lucas, finally getting some pussy?’ ‘Yeah, the p=
retty
boys needed the straps to get the ring rats!’ A real classy bunch of fellows as you can see…” Joey said, rolling his
eyes.
“Ring rats?” Quentin asked, puzzled.
“The equivalent of Rock Star groupies, but Sheila =
was no
ring rat! If you think hugging me from the crowd was forward of her, guess =
who
was waiting for me near the exit? Sheila, who point blank asked me out on a
coffee date that very night!” Joey said, a dreamy expression on his face.
“Oh I like her style! She knows what she wants and=
she
goes for it!” Brenda said, with a mischievous smirk.
“We
were empathically and telepathically linked from the moment she hugged me,
Sheila already knew this, so she s=
ought
me out…” Joey nearly blurted out.
“Indeed…there was a quaint Café a few blocks from =
the
Auditorium that stayed open until the wee hours of morning, so there we wen=
t,
introduced ourselves and talked for hours.
We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses.” Joey said, taking a=
sip
from his drink.
“Now
it’s my turn to gloss over details and BS them to protect our own secret identities…at least until =
it’s
necessary to come clean.” He reasoned.
“As I walked her back to her car, we got mugged. It
was probably the guy’s first robbery, as he fumbled the handgun he pulled o=
ut
of his pocket and he accidentally fired a shot as I was stepping in front of
Sheila to take him down…” Joey said.
“That
actually happened several nights l=
ater
as I decided to play vigilante,
wearing a bullet-proof vest…” he thought.
“The bullet grazed my rib cage, cracking a few ribs
and knocking the wind out of me. S=
heila
happens to be a black belt in Brazilian jiu jitsu and took him down violently, knocking him out. She dialed 911, and accompanied me to t=
he
Hospital in the ambulance.” Joey said looking sheepish.
“Her
alter ego saved my ass, as a h=
itman
for the mob fired a round at me using a shot gun with a sawed-off barrel; point-blank at my chest…the bulle=
t-proof
vest did its job…thanks to our telepathic link, I realized that the masked heroine who saved me was
Sheila…” he thought.
“Holy shit Joey!
Talk about heroics, you could have gotten killed!” Quentin said,
gape-mouthed.
“You would have done the same for Brenda, wouldn’t=
you?”
Joey replied, with a shrug.
“Yeah Quentin, you would have done the same for me
right?” Brenda asked, enjoying the flustered look on Quentin’s face.
Quentin rolled his eyes, chuckling.
“Oh I’d take a bullet for her without giving it a
second thought! Fair enough, what happened next?” Quentin asked.
“Well, as I’m getting examined, X-rayed, poked and
prodded at the Hospital, Sheila is there with me, giving her statement to t=
he
police. After the officers left, I=
said
‘how do you like that? Here I am trying to be a hero and you end up saving my life!’ to which she said ‘you are my hero! You nearly got killed trying to protect
me, it’s only fair I do the same for you!’ and then she kissed me…the Docto=
rs
and Nurses seemed to enjoy the public display of affection, but we didn’t
care.” Joey said, smiling.
“That
actually did happen, after Sheila and I had a quick ch=
ange
of clothes. In the official story, we told the police that the mugger had
gotten away, scared shitless after the accidental
shot went off.” He thought.
“As time progressed, she said she was impressed wi=
th
my skills and offered me a position as her bodyguard. Full benefits, better pay than my old j=
ob and wrestling combined, so I jumpe=
d at
the opportunity.” Joey said.
“Being in a relationship with the boss must have b=
een
a deciding factor!” Quentin said, teasingly.
“No arguments there! As soon as Sheila’s
Lawyer made sure that my Green Card wouldn’t be revoked, I gave my then
employer two weeks’ notice. Becaus=
e of
the mugging, Luis and I were stripped of the titles since I couldn’t compet=
e, thus
I quit wrestling without giving it a second thought. I took an intensive co=
urse
in Cyber Security, and was promoted to head of Corporate Security within the
first week of working for Sheila.” Joey said, with a shrug.
“You climbed up that
ladder pretty fast!” Brenda said, impressed.
“You’re not kidding!<=
span
style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'> I also ended up handling background che=
cks for
any new potential employee, and vetted out a few bad apples who were curren=
tly
employed! And I’m her personal bodyguard…and
she’s my girl!” Joey said, with a wink.
“Well mon frère, looks like life has…”
Quentin’s voice took a strange, distant quality.
Within the space of a=
few
seconds, the precognition finally came to Joey, clear as day, and in vivid
detail.
“Sleeping
gas through the air vents, kidnappers dressed as EMT’s, not enough time to =
find
a private spot to change; only one chance, since gas is lighter than air…”<=
/span>
“…really smiled upon
us! Joey, are you alright? You look awfully pale, you…look…” Quent=
in
said, feeling awfully drowsy.
Joey slid off his cha=
ir,
holding his breath.
“Hopefully
I’m right…the sleeping gas is already affecting Quentin, there should be fr=
esh
air near the floor; like during a =
fire…”
Joey thought, slumping to the floor, face down.
He noticed a small bo=
ttle
of pills falling to the floor near Brenda’s feet. Quickly he grabbed it.
“Just
a hunch…she’s Ms. Americana, those pills might just be…Bingo…” Joey thought, getting one last
precognitive flash.
“She
didn’t expect any trouble, otherwise both she and Quentin would have popped=
one
of those anti-anesthetic pills=
…”
he thought, discretely opening the bottle and taking one, glad that it was
coated.
He slipped the bottle=
in
his sleeve, hearing approaching footsteps.
“I
hope those pills work fast…” he thought, trying to
keep still.
“Over here Sarge, the
boss was right; Brenda Wade and her FBI boyfriend.” A male voice said, muff=
led
by a gas mask.
“Alright, Mac, Jonesy,
pick her up and mind your hands; the boss wants her unharmed and unmolested. No slip-ups or it’s y=
our
asses, capisci?” The Sarge ordered, through his mask=
.
“Yes sir, no slip-ups=
.”
Mac replied.
“Understood Sir.” Jon=
esy
said.
“There better not
be! Timmins, help me load her boyf=
riend
on the gurney, the FBI won’t be on the case as quickly if he’s also our
prisoner; and Ms. Americana is more likely to come to the rescue if we have
them both.” the man in charge commanded.
“Okay Sarge, what abo=
ut
the one on the floor?” Timmins asked.
“There’s only enough
space in the ambulance for the hostages the boss asked for. He’s no multi-billionaire, leave him.” =
The
Sarge said.
“Oh
you assholes, am I gonna have fun with you! So it’s meant =
to be
a trap for Ms. Americana? You poor saps, if you only knew!”
Joey thought, as Brenda and Quentin were pulled away from their chairs.
As ‘the Sarge’s ‘men stepped around him, Joey kept calm, playing de=
ad.
“I was able to =
get
an empathic contact with Brend=
a but
not with Quentin…I didn’t think much of it at first, but it is =
;pretty
odd…maybe he had infantile meningi=
tis
like Ronnie Eden did, which rendered her ‘unreadable’…anyway, the empathic =
link
I managed to establish with Brenda will help me track them…” Joey thou=
ght,
as ‘the Sarge’ and his cronies carried the unconscious Brenda Wade and Quen=
tin
Sullivan out of the building.
Joey turned his
head, able to see one of the men carrying Brenda- the one nicknamed Mac - c=
opping
a feel of her massive bosom; going against his Commanding Officer’s orders.=
“He’s gonna pay=
for
this when she comes to...if Quentin doesn’t hand him his ass first…okay, they’re out of sight, let’s hope
that anti anesthetic works fast…” Joey thou=
ght
as he stood up from the floor, the acrid smell of the sleeping gas still
lingering in the air, looking around to make sure everyone was unconscious,=
to
protect his cover.
He pressed the
button on his wristwatch and murmured “Justice!”
The molecular
device switched on, transforming him into his alter ego, the Grim Preacher,
Reverend Justice. As usual, the anti-G device on his belt made him
levitate for a few seconds, giving him an odd sense of euphoria.
“Communicator
hands-free mode, Otto do you copy?” the Reverend asked, keeping the anti-G
field active and enabling the thrusters in his boots; taking a trajectory
towards the doors.
“I copy Sir; I =
take
it your precognitive glimpse has materialised?” Otto replied.
“Very astute old
friend, Brenda Wade and Quentin Sullivan have been kidnapped; I am in pursu=
it.”
He said, clearing the doors and seeing an ambulance leaving the School’s
parking, followed by a black SUV.
“Shall I advise
Miss Sheila and the local authorities?” Otto asked.
“Negative Otto,
Reverend Justice and Angel Ariella are already borderline vigilantes in
Megacity. Agreed, the MCPD does treat us as friends, as long =
as we
don’t step out of line. Besides, we are way
out of our ‘jurisdiction’ here; while I don’t anticipate the understaffed local police force to
cause us much trouble, there’s no point in risking both Ariella and I getti=
ng
caught.” the Reverend replied, landing near his car.
“Understood Sir,
shall I engage the Chariot protocol on your vehicle?” Otto replied.<=
span
style=3D'mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New R=
oman";
mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;color:#222222;
mso-fareast-language:EN-CA'>
“Yes Otto, Chariot protocol, Stealth mode, I=
want
to follow them to their base of operations, catch the puppet master=
and
his puppets rather than the puppets alone.” He said, as his Audi R8
Coupe had now transformed into a large, black, futuristic hearse.
“The Grim Preac=
her
riding his flying chariot, to instil fear in the criminals’ hearts…” <=
/span>he privately
thought, as he boarded his Chariot.
Chapter 4 – The Shadowing
“Stealth mode
activated, anti-G device engaged; as you humans say, Godspeed&n=
bsp;Sir.”
Otto said, as Reverend Justice took control of the Chariot.
“Very apropos O=
tto,
and thank you.” Reverend Justice said, with a chuckle.
“You are quite
welcome Sir, I shall remain on standby should you require anything else.” O=
tto
concluded.
“Thanks again O=
tto,
now to find those military misfits…” he said, gaining altitude.
He concentrated,
tuning into Brenda’s brain frequency.
“There you are…I’m right behind yo=
u my
friends…” he thought, guiding the Chariot towards the ambulance and SUV.
“Respecting tra=
ffic
lights and not speeding…smart, =
that
way they won’t get pulled over.” He mumbled, shadowing the ambulance and SU=
V.
The Reverend
gasped, in prey of another precognitive flash.
“Small road through the woods in the Eastern
Townships…little known path used by bootleggers
during prohibition…Customs
patrollers on the take…looks like I’m heading back to the US…Okay…now that I know where they’re hea=
ding, if
I could find out who my enemies
are…” the Reverend thought; now hovering a few meters behind the black SUV=
.
“Otto, are the =
mini-drone
prototypes ready?” he enquired.
“Indeed Sir,
several prototypes are currently loaded in your Chariot.” Otto replied.
“I seem to reca=
ll
we wanted to make them as small as flies so they go unnoticed, how small did
they turn out?” he asked.
“Approximately =
the
size of a housefly, but much quieter.” Otto replied.
“Okay, since I
can’t operate the mini-drone’s remote and pilot at the same time, would you
care to do the honors?” the Reverend asked, his upper lip curled in his alt=
er
ego’s Elvis grin.
“I would be&nbs=
p;delighted Sir,
enabling cameras and deploying mini-drone number 1. What are the
coordinates?” Otto enquired.
“I am shadowing=
the
Ambulance and black SUV carrying the perpetrators and our friends Brenda and
Quentin; altitude 500 feet AGL. Deploy the mini-drone, get the license plate
numbers and try to sneak inside either vehicle, to get a good look at the
kidnappers and see if we can identify them.” He said.
“Right away Sir,
this may take me a few minutes. Shall I cross-reference what I find w=
ith
FBI, RCMP and Interpol databases?” Otto replied, as he remotely deployed th=
e mini-drone.
“By all means O=
tto,
please do.” Reverend Justice replied.
“Very well Sir;=
I
shall report to you as soon as I can.” Otto said.
“Gotta wonder h=
ow
long that sedative gas will last, getting Brenda and Quentin to swallow tho=
se
pills while unconscious without them choking on it will be tricky…”<=
/i> he silent=
ly
mulled over as the ambulance and SUV were now several kilometers out of tow=
n,
sticking to older side roads.
Meanwhile, in a
newly renovated New England farmhouse, the buxom blonde ‘puppet master’
relaxed, riding a custom-ordered Sybian, her voluptuous body trembling with
pleasure.
“Ja…Ja…zo gut!” she moaned, operating the
controls with one hand and rubbing her nipples with the other.
The disgraced N=
eo
Nazi formerly known as Fraulein Elsa was about to reach her fifth orgasm,
panting heavily.
“Ja…JA…JAAAAAAA!” she shrieked, cumming =
again,
heart pounding heavily, squirting all over the Sybian’s silicone dildo
attachment.
“I hope der
Geist enjoyed this…” she thought, disjointedly.
Gasping, she
switched the power off. While she =
was
disgraced and barred from her Neo Nazi cell, she still had quite the amount=
of
wealth, stashed in various accounts in Switzerland, Venezuela and the Caiman
Islands. Enough for her to buy her freedom, a new identity and this renovat=
ed,
fully automated dairy farm.
From Neo Nazi a=
ctivist
to respectable Dairy farmer, and no one was the wiser. She stood up from the Sybian, her legs =
wobbly,
her nipples hard and she skin covered in goosebumps.
“Shower and Jacuzzi now…those dummköpfe mercena=
ries
should be checking in soon…” she thought, wrapping herself in a
bathrobe.
With a sigh, she
mulled over her decision to seek revenge; and deal with a team of mercenari=
es
who couldn’t be programmed like her original crew. She was rich, had a new identity and li=
ved in
peace. After all, hadn’t Ms. Ameri=
cana already
allowed herself to be publicly humiliated and gangbanged, to allow the poli=
ce
to round up her entire crew?
“But der Geist insists…I
must exact my revenge to appease him…” she reasoned.
She chuckled, as
there had been rumors of a certain FBI agent punching the Chief of Police in
the jaw for purposely delaying the police intervention; as they were enjoyi=
ng
the show of Ms. Americana getting gangbanged.
Which raised more questions about said FBI agent’s loyalty to his ri=
ch
girlfriend and his possible lust for Ms. Americana…but those were just rumo=
rs.
“That do-gooder will jump into action to rescue=
her
friends Brenda Wade and Quentin Sullivan, and will willfully surrender to m=
e to
see their safe release. Then, a bi=
t of lesbian
S&M and bondage fun with her…d=
er
Geist will be pleased!” She thought, stepping into the shower.
Strapped to one=
of
the gurneys in the ambulance, Brenda Wade was first to come to, thanks to h=
er
Aphrodite metabolism. Feeling
fuzzy-headed and nauseated, her eyes fluttered open, the inside of the
ambulance spinning.
“Great Galaxies, what happened? Such nausea…oh my God, Quentin!” She thought, wi=
th a
loud moan.
She frantically
turned her head left and right, then noticed Quentin, lying unconscious on =
the
gurney next to hers. She then real=
ized
that she herself was strapped to a gurney.
“Definitely not
the legal type ambulance setup…last thing I remember was reaching for the <=
/span>anti-anesthetic pills bottle and passing out…” she thought.
“Yeah, a potent
sleeping gas; glad you’re snapping out of it!” a voice
interjected in her head.
“Wha…Joey?” she
mumbled, startled.
“Relax Brenda, you’re not going crazy or
hallucinating. I happen to have ad=
vanced
ESP for lack of a better term, as well as telepathy. Long story short, I’m shadowing your kidnappers…what=
’s
your status?” Reverend Justice asked.
“Dizzy, nauseated, and Quentin is still out lik=
e a
light.” Brenda replied, calming down.
“How long until our friend Ms. Americana is ready for action?” Reverend Justice
asked.
“How on earth…right, you’re a telepath…maybe in another 20 minutes.” Brenda replie=
d.
“Alright…play
possum until I show up; I’ll create a diversion to allow you to change.=
” Reverend Justi=
ce
replied.
Brenda smiled.<= o:p>
“You and Quentin sure think alike! Alright Joey=
, or
should I call you Reverend?” Brenda replied.
“I’ll take that as a compliment! And Sheila was
right: the telepathic link works b=
oth
ways…fortunately, I know you’re trustworthy!” Reverend Justi=
ce
replied, with a smirk.
“Cross-reference
ready Reverend, the kidnappers have been identified.” Otto’s voice interjec=
ted,
startling Reverend Justice.
“Otto, how many
times do I have to tell you to give me a heads up before erupting in the
communicator like this?” Reverend Justice asked, mildly annoyed.
“My apologies S=
ir,
I was under the impression that time was of the essence?” his voice now sou=
nding
much like David Niven’s.
Reverend Justice
sighed.
“Indeed it is o=
ld
friend, I…stop giggling Brenda!” Reverend Justice said, first addressing Ot=
to,
then Brenda, saying that last part aloud even though he didn’t need to.
“Sir?” Otto ask=
ed,
sounding nonplussed.
“Never mind Ott=
o; I
was addressing you verbally and Ms. Wade telepathically at the same time, I
ended up saying everything aloud.” Reverend Justice said, his Elvis-like gr=
in
once again gracing his lips.
“Oh splendid ne=
ws Sir,
Ms. Wade is conscious and unharmed!” Otto replied.
“Indeed Otto, so
what’s the scoop?” Reverend Justice asked.
“Fortunately, t=
he
criminals left their windows slightly open; which allowed me to pilot the
mini-drone in both the SUV and ambulance. I have taken several photos,
which I have cross-referenced with the FBI, CIA, RCMP and Interpol database=
s.
The results were…shall we say, intr=
iguing
to say the least.” Otto said, taking a pause.
“Don’t leave me
hanging Otto, who are they?” Reverend Justice asked, frowning underne=
ath
his visor-mask.
“They refer to
themselves as the Greenback Commando; appropriate given their line of busines=
s.”
Otto said.
“Indeed, any
names?” Reverend Justice asked.
“Their Commandi=
ng
Officer goes under the nickname Sargent Pit-bull, real name Anthony Pitt.&n=
bsp;
Former Drill Sargent, dishonorably discharged when he was found in bed with=
his
Commanding Officer’s wife, and allegedly ‘giving her the clap’.” Otto said.
“Way to sabotag=
e a
career Pit-bull! Any word on his crew?” Reverend Justice said, stifli=
ng a
giggle.
“Alfred ‘Doc’
Clements, discharged from the Military Medical Corps for dealing sleeping p=
ills
and other narcotics from the Army Medical supply…” Otto said.
“Now I know who=
’s
responsible for the sleeping gas…” Reverend Justice mumbled.
“Then we have t=
he
men nicknamed Mac, Jonesy and Timmins, real names James Maclean, Jonathan J=
ones-Murphy
and Kendall Timmins; men who did most of their service in the guardhouse; s=
ent
there by Sgt. Pitt himself; but are still devoted to him.” Otto said.
“Maclean is the=
one
I saw groping Brenda’s breasts, in spite of his orders not to…” Reverend
Justice mumbled.
“I’ll be sure to hand him his ass myself; if
Quentin doesn’t beat me to it!” Brenda replied, still telepathic=
ally
linked.
“Two other men =
are
listed on file, but unaccounted for in the ambulance and SUV; Jake ‘Ozzy’
Oswald and Charles ‘Chucky’ Hellwig; psychopaths who gladly joined the
Greenback Commando, to satisfy their lust for violence.” Otto concluded.
“Thanks Otto, g=
ood
thing our arsenal comes fully equipped with defensive
shields… do me one last favor Otto? Pilot the mini-drone inside the
ambulance and keep an eye on our friends?” Reverend Justice asked.
“Right away Sir=
.”
Otto replied.
“Thank you Joey!” Brenda replied.
Reverend Justice
exhaled slowly. Playing mind games=
with
criminals was a favorite hobby of Ariella Lioness of God and Reverend Justi=
ce,
but with hostages’ lives in the balance, he didn’t want to take any undue
risks. There was an intangible ele=
ment
at play that he couldn’t quite grasp, a wild card that could get his friends
killed.
“Not quite another glimmer of a precognition – =
yeah
I get those sometimes, much clearer when Sheila’s with me - but rest assured, I won’t do anything to jeopardize Quentin’s life, nor yours Brend=
a;
whether or not you’re a descendant of Aphrodite I’m not taking any chances.” He thought, knowing Brenda could still h=
eard
him telepathically.
“Mind getting clearer, nausea receding…create t=
hat
diversion and Ms. Americana will stand in for Ariella! I’m worried about Quentin though, he’s =
still
out!” Brenda replied.
“Quentin’s a tough son of a gun Brenda, he’ll be
alright!” he replied.
Chapter 5 – Quentin’s dream
Passed out unde=
r a
thick anesthetic fog; Special Agent Sullivan experienced a strange dream.
“Antique
Greece, again? Didn’t I break =
that
curse with Brenda-Xena?” he mused, standing near the grotto where =
he
used to live during his temporal exile.
“Pay close
attention Quentin Sullivan, your friend Joey is about to face an old foe, o=
ne
that haunted his nightmares when he was a teenager. He can defeat
him, as long as he does not allow his anger to get the better of him.” A
pleasant female voice said, near him.
“Artemis? Is th=
is a
dream? Last thing I remember was passing out at the Extramural reunion…”
Quentin said, wondering if this was one of those ‘magical science’ contacts
that he had experienced a few times in the past.
“You are focuse=
d,
this is good. When you come to, you must advise your friend, =
the
Grim Preacher that he
will find his demise if he allows his anger get the better of hi=
m.”
Artemis said, calmly.
“The Grim Preacher, Joey is Reverend
Justice? Well I’ll be damned! I’m listening!” Quentin said, wit=
h a
courteous bow.
Artemis smiled =
and
nodded.
“As you have
surmised after allowing me to get my revenge against Alpheus, our kind is o=
f extra-terrestrial origin. Centuries ago, a fleet of ships left th=
e Vega
system; bound for a new world to colonise.” Artemis said, as the sky had now
turned into a large movie screen.
“We landed on t=
he
planet you know as Earth or Terra, north of the Mediterranean Basin. =
As
we blended in with the primitive population, we were soon perceived as ‘gods
falling from the heavens in their chariots of fire’; giving birth to the Gr=
eek
pantheon of gods, which in turn would be adopted by the Romans.” Artemis sa=
id,
as the various images describing those events filled the dream screen.
“All was not we=
ll
within our group. Splinter groups of discontented Vegans broke away f=
rom
the Greek core. Some settled in Mesopotamia, others in Egypt, while
others trekked farther north; some settling in Gaul, others in the Nordic
countries, giving birth to their own local deities.” Artemis continued, as
Quentin absorbed the ad hoc history lesson.
Artemis looked =
at
him gravely.
“From these
splinter groups came the abandoned ones, Nomad gods who
belonged to no tribe; left to their own devices. The myth of Cronus
devouring his children so he would not be overthrown was born of those =
;abandoned
ones.” Artemis said; a sad expression on her face, as the image of one =
of
those nomads now appeared on the dream screen.
“Rasputin?” Que=
ntin
said, though the man looked much fatter, and filthier.
“One of his many
identities through the years, one thanks to which he could fulfill his lust=
for
sex and alcohol. He has great power of persuasion, and can communicate thro=
ugh nightmares,
using fear to manipulate his victims and satisfy his lust. In some
cultures, he was known as the demon Mo’moh. He has haunted
many a young woman’s and young man’s nightmares; terrifying them to the poi=
nt
of suicide.” Artemis said, as the sky returned to its original state.
“Suicide? I’m
not sure I follow.” Quentin said, feeling anxious.
“Mo’moh’s lust =
is
both mental and physical; drawing pleasure from sex and fear. Mental rape is still rape.” Artemis
said, as Quentin nodded knowingly.
“And Joey was o=
ne
of his victims?” Quentin asked, frowning.
“One of the man=
y.
Joey’s anxiety as he attended High School was too tempting for Mo’moh to
pass. When Joey decided to stand up to his tormentors and beat them at
their own game, Mo’moh lost interest. Unbeknownst to him, Joey has a
great gift, a psychic power that his lover Sheila helped him develop. =
As
an adult, Joey is powerful enough to hand Mo’moh his final defeat.
However, he must keep his anger in check. If he loses control, Mo’moh
will exploit that weakness and play mind games that could drive Joey mad.”
Artemis said.
“So…Filthy
Rasputin is behind that gas attack?” Quentin asked, angry.<=
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“He is pulling =
the
strings of your kidnapper; who has no idea she is being used. Sexual pleasu=
re from
your kidnapper and from the ent=
ire She-Legion,
starting with your Brenda as Ms. Americana? Too big a prize for him to
miss.” Artemis replied.
“Will I remember
any of this when I come to?” Quentin asked.
“You will remember; when the c=
rucial
time comes.” Artemis replied, as all surroundings faded to black.<=
/span>
Chapter 6 – the Schmidt Dairy Farm
As the small co=
nvoy
neared the Schmidt Dairy Farm, two disgruntled men stood guard near the gat=
ed
entrance, smoking.
“300 acres
surrounded by an electrified fence and enough security cameras to make Geor=
ge
Orwell proud; yet the Sarge insisted we stay behind and st=
and
guard…frustrates the shit out of me.” Ozzy Oswald said,
dismissively flicking his ashes.
“Yeah, but I get
what the Sarge is gettin’ at though; he wants no casualties, no collater=
al
damage and no slip-ups. Our record with collateral damage&=
nbsp;is
pretty shitty.” Chucky Hellwig said, chuckling.
“Yeah, well&nbs=
p;I
don’t like it. Our place is at the front line; not guarding Fraulein Blondie Bimbo’s Aryan White fanny. She obvi=
ously
doesn’t need our protection based on the existing security system; and if I
didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s purposely teasing our dicks the way she’s been howling like a bitch in he=
at
for the past hour, jacking off with power tools! If she ain’t
careful, she’s gonna be fucking collateral damage, to my cock!” Ozzy Oswald growled,
looking over his shoulder to the Farmhouse.
“And if
Ozzy nodded, his
face becoming pale for a few seconds. He
tossed his cigarette on the gravel covered ground, putting it out under his
boot.
“When you’re ri=
ght,
you’re right…” Ozzy said, as Chucky put out his cigarette on one of the woo=
den
posts holding the fence together.
“Though I agree
with you, our new employer is o=
ne
hell of a tease; she’s got the=
body
of a goddess, and based on her=
sexual calisthenics, she’s in need=
of
some drastic cock action! If my own balls weren’t at risk I’d lov=
e to fire my ammo at her big bazookas!” Chucky =
said,
chuckling.
“With tits her
size, you might need my help!” Ozzy said with a nod, laughing along.
“Here comes the
convoy, right on time.” Chucky said, the familiar sound of approaching moto=
rs
growing louder.
The black SUV
stopped near them and the passenger window opened. Sargent Pitt looked at t=
hem.
“Any trouble wh=
ile
we were out on mission?” He asked; with a stern expression on his face.
“All clear out =
here
Sarge.” Ozzy replied, temporarily forgetting the arousing screams of pleasu=
re
coming from the Farmhouse earlier.
“Good, close the
gate behind us, then join us at the barn; Fraulein Schmidt wants us to secu=
re
our guests there.” The Sargent
replied, rolling the window back up.
Ozzy and Chucky
moved aside, letting the SUV and ambulance through the front gate. Th=
ey
then walked in, closing the gate behind them and making their way to the ba=
rn.
“That look on t=
he Sarge’s
face…shit’s about to hit the fan.”
Chucky said, frowning.
“Yeah, somebody
fucked up bad, real bad. All kiddin’ aside about our=
hot lady boss, I hope this doesn’=
t mean
we ain’t getting paid.” Ozzy replied, as they walked towards the barn.
From above, the
Chariot hovered over the Schmidt Dairy Farm, still in stealth mode.<=
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“Otto, what can=
you
tell me about that farm the kidnappers just pulled into?” Reverend Justice
asked.
“Based on the m=
ap
coordinates, this is a newly renovated and modernized Dairy Farm recently
purchased by one Ariane Schmidt. It was conceived to operate with a skeleton
crew, is powered by ten Tesla Powerwalls, fed by the solar panels covering =
the
roofs of the Farmhouse, Stable and Barn, and supplemented by four Aeolian w=
ind
turbines.” Otto said.
“Completely off=
the
grid.” Reverend Justice said.
“Ms. Sheila wou=
ld
refer to it as Green Power.” Otto said.
“Indeed she wou=
ld,
most of her real estate is Green Powered. What do we know about the owner?”
Reverend Justice said, smiling.
“Not much is kn=
own
of her, as she does most of her business via proxy; and all transactions are
done in cash.” Otto said.
“Thus Ms. Schmi=
dt
has quite the amount of disposable income…even for multi-billionaires such =
as
Brenda and Sheila; there would be a paper-trail, because they do their
business by the book.” Reverend Justice said, sounding pensive.=
He landed the
Chariot near the front gate, keeping it in stealth mode.
“For Ariane Sch=
midt
to go to such lengths to protect her privacy, she must have somethi=
ng
to hide. In fact, I no longer think our Greenback Commando is intimidat=
ing
her or using her farm without her knowledge.” Reverend Justice reasoned,
unbuckling his seat belt.
“Indeed Sir?” O=
tto
replied.
“Indeed! I have=
a
strong hunch that she’s the one who hired them to kidnap Brenda and Quentin.
But what’s her angle? Not money, since she’s obviously loaded…” Reverend
Justice said, still getting this gnawing gut feeling that there was somethi=
ng
more, an intangible force afoot.
He inhaled deep=
ly.
“Remain on stan=
dby
Otto; just in case.” He said, opening the Chariot’s driver’s do=
or,
and stepping out.
He could see the
SUV and ambulance, parked near the barn.
“Game time…gravity reduction, facto=
r 6.”
He mumbled, adjusting the anti-G device settings on his belt.
Smiling, he lea=
ped
over the electrified fence in a graceful arc; his long black trench coat
flapping in the breeze. While in mid-air, he armed the silver cross-shaped
attachments on his gloves, automatically enabling the virtual crosshairs in=
his
visor mask.
“Stingers armed=
and
ready, visor in scope mode; ‘Hand of God’ shield engaged…Brenda, if you can
still hear me, you’re going to dig this!” He thought, hoping that he =
and
Brenda were still telepathically linked.
“Yes Reverend, I
can’t wait! They’re moving us from the gurneys to easy chairs with restrain=
ts
in the barn…OH MY GOD! Their leader just kneecapped the bastard who fondled
me!” Brenda replied, nervous.
“Honor among
thieves, how refreshing! Hang tigh=
t, one
diversion coming up! Will you have=
any
trouble breaking out of those restraints?” he mumbled, now leaping towards =
the
SUV and ambulance.
“Shouldn’t be too hard, even without my Mega be=
lt
switched on. They just gave Quentin an anti-anesthetic, the medic decided
against giving me one as I’m ‘almost awake’.” She replied.
“Cool Brenda, k=
eep
playing possum. I’m going to…” He said, debating what to do for a diversion=
.
His upper lip c=
urled
up into its familiar Elvis grin.
“I’ve =
always
wanted to do that!” He thought, walking towards=
the
ambulance.
“And those
knuckleheads forgot the key in the ignition, this is too easy!” he mumbled, opening the driver side door.
Chuckling, he s=
at
in the driver’s seat. He noticed a man hobbling on one foot- Mac- as he left
the barn, leaning on two of his friends; Timmins and Jonesy.
“Feel the wrath of your maker!” Reverend Justice
thought; extending his left arm out of the open window, waiting for the men=
to
be in his crosshairs.
He fired three
rapid shots from his left Stinger, all three men collapsing quietly to the
ground.
“Effects similar to the injury bearing the same
name…temporary paralysis, only in this case, accompanied by loss of
consciousness; they’ll be out for a few hours.” He thought, glad
that the number’s game was starting to lean in their favor.
He sighed, and flipped the siren’s switc=
h.
“Time for
theatrics.” He mumbled, as he got out of the ambulance.
Chuckling, he s=
aw
Sargent Pit-bull, followed by mercenaries Doc, Ozzy and Chucky; rushing out=
of
the barn, MAC-10s ready to fire.
“WHOA!” Pit-bull
shouted, noticing the pile of bodies lying in their path and stopping; his
momentum nearly making him trip over them.
Ozzy was first =
to
notice the masked man clad in black, standing next to the ambulance.=
“What the…is th=
at
son of a bitch laughing at=
us?”
he mumbled, teeth clenched, opening fire.
Chucky followed
suite, also opening fire on the man in black, who was now reaching in the
ambulance with his right arm, turning off the siren. Doc froze, wonde=
ring
what the hell was going on. Sargent Pit-bull was last to open fire, more ou=
t of
reflex than rational thought.
“That’s right y=
ou filthy
bastards; fire your big guns at me, waste your ammo!” Reverend Justice said, under his breath; know=
ing
that none of the bullets would even touch him.
The energy sour=
ce
that powered his anti-g device had several interesting properties.
Properly harnessed, it could gradually reduce the gravity for its user, whi=
ch
could act as a makeshift parachute, allow incredible leaps as if walking on=
the
moon, as well as enabling short distance flight using his boot thrusters.
Another interes=
ting
property of that properly harnessed energy source was that=
it
also generated a 360-degree force field; an invisible dampening shield that
decelerates projectiles to non-lethal velocity, hence referred to as <=
i>Hand
of God.
With a smug smi=
le
on his face, Reverend Justice took a few steps forward, arms
outstretched. As the decelerating bullets drew closer, he casually
swatted them away as if they were nothing more than bothersome flies.
Chapter 7 - Puppet Master?
Alerted by the
brouhaha, Fraulein Schmidt hurr=
iedly
got dressed in sweat pants, a sports tank top that looked a few sizes too s=
mall
on her ample bosom, and slippers; forgoing the extra step of braiding her l=
ong
mane of blond hair. She sprinted towards the front door, her bodacious
attributes jiggling merrily as she ran.
She stood on the
porch and observed gape-mouthed as her hired mercenaries were shooting at a
masked man, dressed in black from head to toes: hat, mask, trench coat, glo=
ves,
pants and boots. He seemed to be having a good time, swatting the bul=
lets
away, which never seemed to get close enough to him.
As he shi=
fted
position, she noticed a large silver cross emblem on what looked like a bla=
ck body
armor protecting his chest. She noticed a similar silver cross ornament on =
his
gloves, albeit much smaller.
Sargent Pit-bull
noticed his employer standing on the Farmhouse porch and ordered a cease fi=
re.
“Hold your fire
NOW! He’s making us waste our ammo=
,
and our employer might get hit by a stray bullet!” He ordered, casting their
antagonist a frustrated scowl.
“Very astute, Sargent Bulldog, you’re smarter th=
an you
look!” Reverend Justice said, leaping closer to the mercenaries, grinning. =
“That’s Pit-bul=
l to
you, gruesome…wait a minute, I read about you in the Newspapers, Reverend
Justice, right? Kind of out of your jurisdiction,
aren’t you? Megacity is a bit farther east!” Pit-bull said, assessing his f=
oe.
“Megacity is ju=
st
around the Algonquian peninsula, 10 minutes across the State border. I’m do=
ing
my friend Ms. Americana a favor, making sure the people you kidnapped are safe.” Reverend Jus=
tice
said, hoping that Brenda would be able to get out of her restraints.
“Ah our
He took a few l=
ow
gravity leaps towards her, leaving Sargent Pit-bull, Doc, Ozzy and Chucky
staring, shocked. Fraulein Schmidt looked pale, on the verge of fainting.
“Fear not lovely
lady, I was just having a bit of fun at the expense of your employees! Plea=
se
allow me to introduce myself: Reverend Justice, of the Church of Hard Knocks. It is
a pleasure to make your acquaintance Fraulein Schmidt!” He said,
performing a comical curtsy, removing his hat with his right hand and gently
taking her hand in his left, giving it a courteous kiss; obtaining an empat=
hic
contact.
“Or should I ca=
ll
you Fraulein Elsa? How on earth did she escape prison?” He wonder=
ed,
keeping a charming smile on his face as he straightened up, putting his hat
back on.
“I…you must adm=
it
your entrance was quite…” she said, flustered and flattered
all at once; noticing that his mask was hiding the upper part of an otherwi=
se
very handsome face.
“Shall we say&n=
bsp;theatrical?
Guilty as charged lovely lady, and I must say your accent is quite charming=
!”
Reverend Justice said, pouring on the charm, hoping to give Brenda the time=
she
needed to break free and change into her alter ego.
“You are quite the charmer Reverend!
Though the circumstances are…” She said, fascinated by this handsome intrud=
er.
“Under normal circumstances I’d have him
gunned down, but bullets won’t touch him and…I kind of like him!
What’s wrong with me?” She wondered, as Sargent Pit-Bull, Doc, O=
zzy
and Chucky walked towards them.
Meanwhile, in t=
he
barn, Brenda Wade had managed to wiggle her right wrist out of its restrain=
t,
as Special Agent Quentin Sullivan slowly regained consciousness. She reached
down and tapped a button on her concealed Mega belt, instantly transforming
into Ms. Americana; and breaking out of the remaining restraints as if they
were made out of paper. She stood up, turning her attention to Sulliv=
an.
“Quentin baby, =
are
you okay?” She said in a low voice, not wanting to attract attention now th=
at
the siren and gunfire had stopped.
She put one knee
down, unfastening his restraints.
“Nauseated and
dizzy…are you okay?” he mumbled=
, his
mouth feeling as if it were filled with cotton.
“Aphrodite
genetics mean quick recovery; let me page Hexanna, transport you o=
ut
of here and to the She-Legion Infirmary.” She said, worried about the glazed
look in Quentin’s eyes.
“Wait…Artemis…Artemis has a message for =
Joey…Reverend Joey, I mean Jus=
tice…”
Quentin mumbled.
She nodded.
“Since you were=
out
cold when Joey revealed himself telepathically to me as Reverend Justice, I
accept that Artemis contacted you while you were unconscious. We’ve definit=
ely
seen weirder things! He said he couldn’t reach you telepathically, did
you have meningitis as a child?” She asked, helping him stand.
“Not that I can
remember…though you did give me a concussion when the spor=
es
were mind-controlling you, maybe that’s why?” Quentin said, looking at her,
frustrated that he still had double vision.
“I’ve felt so guilty about that damn kick to =
the
head…what did Artemis say?” She asked.
“The demon Mo’m=
oh, dirty
Rasputin…he’ll understand, tell him that the demon can’t read his mind. He feeds on terror and sex, infiltrates
nightmares; but he can’t read minds. Artemis says Jo=
ey’s
powerful enough to hand Mo’moh his final defeat, as long as he doesn’t give=
in
to his own anger. Anger will be his undoing, tell him Brenda…tell…”
Quentin said, passing out in her arms.
Wrapping her left arm around his back, she raised her communicator to=
her
lips.
“She-Legion emergency channel, Ms. Americana paging Hexanna, Hexanna =
do
you read me?” She said, in a hurried voice.
Near the porch, Sargent Pit-bull was fuming.
“Could somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?=
” he
barked.
“Mind your tone when addressing me Pitt! Your carelessness =
obviously
led him here, now we’re having a ci=
vil
chat. He certainly is showing =
better
manners than your boorish crew, so keep quiet and you might still get y=
our
money in spite of your incom=
petence!”
Fraulein Schmidt hissed, unimpressed.
Pitt opened his mouth to protest, but snapped it shut. Money was the end game for his crew, so=
as
long as he got paid, the rest was moot. <=
/span>
“Though the Preacher
appearing here at all, drawing us out and away from the barn is pretty…” He thought, then snapped to attention.
“The prisoners! Fraulein, wi=
th all
due respect, he made it a point to draw us out of the barn and leave the
prisoners unattended! Ozzy, Chucky,
double-speed back to the barn, make sure the prisoners are still secure!”
Sargent Pit-bull said, in an even tone.
“Well Reverend? How much exa=
ctly do you know? What were your intent=
ions
coming here?” she asked, surprised that she wasn’t any angrier than this.
“After kissing your hand, I know you plan revenge on my friend Ms.
Americana, though you only wish to publicly humiliate
her for your fall from grace. Your method of humiliation is still uncle=
ar
to me, but I’ll take a wild guess that it involves lesbian sex and film. You
sincerely intend to release Ms. Wade and Special Agent Sullivan unharmed, w=
hich
I find surprising and refreshing at the same time. Oh yes, I also found out
that Ariane Schmidt is an assumed name, isn’t it Fraulein Elsa?” He
replied, smirking.
Elsa let out a frustrated growl, and took an open-handed swing at
Reverend Justice’s face. He easily caught her by the wrist, giving it a firm
squeeze, slowly shaking his head no.
Before Sargent Pit-bull and Doc could react, loud screaming could be
heard from the barn, making them look in that direction. The badly pummeled and unconscious carc=
asses
of Ozzy and Chucky were ejected from the barn one after the other, joining =
Mac,
Timmins and Jonesy on the grassy ground.
A few moments later, an angry Ms. Americana stepped out of the barn.=
“You wanted Ms. Americana Sis=
ter
Elsa? There she is! Though by now your plan to use Ms. Wade=
and
Special Agent Sullivan as bargaining chips pretty much went out the window,
seeing that they’ve already been released…” Reverend Justice said, his upper
lip curled into its Elvis grin, forgetting for a moment that it could give =
him
away.
He let go of her wrist, sensing that she felt defeated and frightened=
of
an eventual beat-down at the hands of Ms. Americana. Above all, Elsa felt tired of running, =
tired
of the senseless violence, once again doubting her indoctrination in the
“What if they were=
only after my money to endorse their cause? What if Der Geist=
misled
me? What if I was brainwashed into
endorsing their cause? Death and doom all the time…then I wonder why=
I
have a hard time sleeping at night.” She
silently wondered, as Pit-bull and Doc drew their weapons at Ms. Americana.=
“NEIN! I’m supposed to have sex with her!” Elsa screamed, leap=
ing
forward at Sargent Pit-bull and Doc, making them fumble their weapons, firi=
ng a
few wild salvos that missed their target.
Furious, Pit-bull took a back handed swing at Elsa, knocking her down=
.
“You son of a bitch!” Reverend Justice shouted, stepping in fr=
ont
of Elsa.
He gave Pit-bull a steel toe-capped Karate kick to the face, breaking=
his
jaw and knocking him out. A confused Doc became the recipient of a knock-out
elbow to the side of the head, courtesy of the good Reverend.
“Since the Ten Commandments are lost
on you assholes, I’ll give you my Church of Hard Knocks Five
commandments! Thou shalt not b=
ully,
Thou shalt not hurt the defenseless, Thou shalt not be an asshole, Thou sha=
lt
not engage in criminal activities; and Thou shalt not piss me off!
With a thankful smile, she took his hand and got to her feet with his
help, weeping.
“Vilelen dank Reverend…Pitt, you’re fired!” Elsa shouted at the
unconscious Pitt, in a sobbing voice.
Ms. Americana joined them, with a curious frown behind her mask.
“Hello Elsa. You may have ch=
anged
your name, but you still look the same…and you just saved my life, s=
o…explanations
if you please?” Ms. Americana said, calmly.
“After my fall from grace from the cause, I was filled with anger… I come from old money Ms. Americana, I have enough wealth stashed in various corners of the world that buying my freedom and a new identity was child’s play. Grease the right palms, and it’s as if I never existed; all records wiped clean. Then, this will sound so preposterous…the nightmares started again. Der Geist…the ghost…he came back to haunt me!” Elsa said, looking down.<= o:p>
Ms. Americana gasped, and looked at Reverend Justice.
“You may want to hear her out Reverend, before being transported out,
Special Agent Sullivan revealed some critical information to me that may be
linked to what she is about to tell us! I believe you Elsa, describe
those nightmares?” Ms. Americana said.
“The ghost of Rasputin ha=
unts
my nightmares.” Elsa said, sobbing.=
A shiver ran do=
wn Reverend
Justice’s spine at the mention of that name.
“That last precognitive flash...still quite blu=
rry
but I have a feeling it’s abou=
t to
get clearer!” he thought; looking at Ms. Americana and Elsa.
Ms. Americana
nodded.
“Yep, I believe
you! In fact, Special Agent Sullivan and I have seen and experienced
certain things that require an unh=
ealthy
dose of suspension of disbelief. We literally went to hell and back to
rescue one of our friends, Omega Woman, who had been dragged there by an&nb=
sp;Incubus.”
Ms. Americana said, observing Reverend Justice’s reactions, as Elsa stared =
gape
mouthed.
“We learned that
Lucifer is in fact the Warden of t=
he
prison we call hell, and is desperately working towards salvation; his =
and
that of all of those helping him keep us mortals safe. One of our fri=
ends
from Olympus named Artemis, mentally communicated with Special Agent Sulliv=
an while
he was unconscious.” She continued.
Reverend Justice
nodded thoughtfully.
“I trust you and
Agent Sullivan implicitly. While paranormal phenomena
isn’t frequent in Megacity, Ariella and I do have advanced ESP and telepath=
y,
so having an open mind comes with =
the
territory. You say that according to the Virgin goddess of the Hunt, I have the power to defeat the demon
Rasputin, Mo’moh?” He replied, curious.
“As long as you
keep your anger at bay. As Elsa can
attest, the nightmares can be quite vivid.” Ms. Americana said, turning her
attention to Elsa.
“Ja, no kidding…’I’ll take your beloved Großmutter
to hell unless you masturbate for me’…then it became ‘unless =
you
have lesbian sex for me’…” Elsa said, shuddering.
“Let me guess, followed by ‘unless you have bondage lesbian
S&M sex with Ms. Americana?’” Ms. Americana said, rolling her e=
yes.
“Ja, that’s the gist of it.” Elsa said, looking down, embarrassed.
Reverend Justice drew in a deep breath.
“Which would likely be followed by a massive lesbian orgy involving
other members of the She-Legion, in which he would no doubt want to participate, if he thrive=
s on
terror and sex, it won’t be long until he wants some physical involvement. Which means that if he had you put =
this
trap together Elsa, he can’t physically be too far. I was having a precognitive flash before getting here, but it stopped; as if he
were resting…” Reverend Justice
said, taking a few steps away from the porch.
“If he gets off on watching me masturbate while I’m awake but can’t =
read
minds, there must be hidden camera=
s
all over the farmhouse…I…was…vigoro=
usly
masturbating about an hour ago!” Elsa said, blushing.
“Filthy depraved pig…he=
must
be taking a nap after jacking off watching you masturbate!” Ms. Americana s=
aid,
between her teeth.
Reverend Justice nodded and tapped a button on the side of his visor=
.
“Let me scan the premises…bi=
noculars
mode…now where are you hiding, you filthy,
son of a bitch…” Reverend Justice mumbled, changing the anti-g devices
settings to levitate.
He surveyed the farm grounds, noticing nothing suspicious. His gaze
finally settled on the stables.
“Wait a minute…since getting here I’ve heard no mooing… I see no ca=
ttle
grazing in the field, and come to think of it…” he mumbled, restoring the
vision mode to normal on his visor, and gradually restoring the gravity to
normal on his anti-g device, until he landed.
“I smell no cow dung!
“Actually no, I moved in several weeks ago, I was assured by the
realtor…who was recommended to me =
in a
nightmare by der Geist…that the farm was self-sufficient.” She said, with a shrug.
“It’s conceived to operate on a skeleton crew, not to be self-operat=
ing. Let me guess, you’ve sold no milk or da=
iry products
yet.” Reverend Justice said, baffled that such an intelligent woman could b=
e so
gullible.
“Well…nein.” Elsa answer=
ed,
with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks.
“What are you thinking Reverend?” Ms. Americana asked.
“That we have a filthy Olymp=
ian
swine living in the stable!” Reverend Justice said.
They walked towards the stable, Reverend Justice leading the way.
“The anti-anesthetic pills!” he thought,
reaching in his trench coat pocket.
“Ms.
Wade dropped those at the time of the kidnapping, could you return them to
her?” he said, handing the pill bottle to Ms. Americana.
“Say, how long does the effect
last? I popped one while I was lying on the floor when the kidnappers raided
the High School.”
He asked, still telepathically linked.
“Ms.
Wade’s anti-anesthetic pills! Look=
s like
she was too slow taking them this time around, but she, as well as Special
Agent Sullivan are safe and receiving medical attention.” Ms. Americana rep=
lied
aloud.
“Twelve hours, why do you ask?”=
she replied,
telepathically.
“If
Mo’moh can’t read minds but can play mind games by entering his victims’
nightmares, he just might have =
some sleep mist as a weapon…it would be=
prudent if we each took a pill, j=
ust in
case. If Ms. Wade doesn’t mind tha=
t is.”
Reverend Justice said.
“I’ll palm mine, you and Elsa
should take one.”
He added, telepathically.
“A
sound precaution, come here Elsa, time to break away from der Geist!” Ms. Americana said, casting her a sympathetic smile=
.
“Vilelen dank, both of you…in spite=
of
what I’ve done, you’re being so nice…” Elsa said, holding her hand out.
“You
just saved Ms. Americana’s life, and I’ve read your heart and soul. You are truly repentant. You are sincer=
e in
your desire to change your life for the better. God forgives those who repe=
nt,
so what kind of a preacher would I be if I went against His will?” Reverend
Justice said, giving her a friendly smirk.
“What
he said, Elsa! Here, I’m sure Ms. =
Wade
won’t mind. Down the gullet! Oh,
Reverend, my…outfit has no pock=
ets,
would you mind…” Ms. Americana =
said,
distributing anti-anesthetic pills and handing him back the bottle.
“Wait,
got some of those for us?” a new voice called from behind them.
Chapter 8 – The Cavalry Arrives
As
they swallowed the pills, and Reverend Justice discreetly returned his to t=
he
bottle, they turned around and realized to their relief that reinforcements=
had
arrived. Hexanna, Nightraven, Flag=
Girl
and the Lioness of God herself, Angel Ariella were walking towards them.
Ariella
was well endowed, if not as busty as Aphrodite descendants such as Ms.
Americana and Omega Woman; but still definitely a double D cupper. While not as tall as Ms. Americana, she=
was
taller than the average woman, five foot nine at least, nearly six feet tal=
l in
her high-heeled boots.
At
first glance, her full bodysuit and mask looked black, but were actually da=
rk
navy blue. Said mask was shaped li=
ke a
pair of wings, its tips extending down to her jawline. Her hair was spicy auburn, which extend=
ed
past her shoulder blades; her pretty face sported an attractive light copper
tan. A silver winged-halo insignia
stretched across her ample chest, and her gloves, boots and anti-g belt mat=
ched
the color of her crest.
“Angel!”
Reverend Justice exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear as he walked towards he=
r,
arms outstretched.
“Hey
Preacher! Special Agent Sullivan u=
pdated
the She-Legion and Lady Midnight took the liberty of asking for my assistan=
ce,
I hope you don’t mind!” She said, arms open, with the grin that always made=
him
feel weak in the knees.
“Not
at all angel-babe, not at all!” Reverend Justice said.
They
held each other and kissed.
“Scheisse…he had to=
have
a hot girlfriend! Oh well, I’m more into girls anyway!” Elsa though=
t, feeling
a bit disappointed at first, but then shrugging with a chuckle.
“A
pleasure to meet you Ariella, your Preacher really came through in rescuing=
Ms.
Wade and Agent Sullivan!” Ms. Americana said, extending her hand but surpri=
sed
that Ariella pulled her in for a hug.
“The
pleasure’s all mine Ms. Americana, thank you for having my Preacher’s back =
in
my absence!” Ariella said, smiling.
“Any
time Ariella! Okay Reverend, this =
one’s your collar; what are your instruc=
tions?”
Ms. Americana asked.
“Okay…those
who haven’t taken an anti-anesthetic, take one now. Then uuhhh…” he said, looking at Hexann=
a, Flag
Girl and Nightraven, unsure of their names.
“Hexanna!”
Hexanna said, smiling warmly.
“Flag
Girl!” Flag Girl said, snickering.
“Nightraven!”
Nightraven said, grinning.
Reverend
Justice nodded.
“Hexanna,
Flag Girl and Nightraven, once you’ve taken the anti-anesthetic, secure the=
Greenback
Commando, to make sure they don’t get the drop on us while we’re dealing wi=
th Filthy Rasputin in there…” Reverend
Justice said, pointing his thumb at the stable, formulating a plan.
Hexanna
cast him a smug smirk.
“You
mean like this? Eruces srennosirp!”
Hexanna said, with a wave of her hand.
Her
spell swept the mercenaries off the ground, sat them neatly back to back in=
a
row and chained them together. Rev=
erend
Justice stared gape-mouthed, as the all-female contingent laughed heartily =
at
his reaction.
“Don’t
feel embarrassed Reverend, Hexanna likes to show
off like this sometimes!” Ms. Americana said, sensing his embarrassment=
.
“Yeah
Preacher, I’m sorry I laughed, =
you’re
gonna need all your focus to defeat the demon
Mo’moh.” Ariella said, also sensing his embarrassment.
“It’s
all good ladies…if you’ve all =
taken
the anti-anesthetic, let’s march to the stable…” Reverend Justice said,
trademark Elvis grin back on his face.
Flag
Girl moved closer to Ms. Americana.
“Are
you sure Elsa can be trusted?” she mumbled.
“Implicitly. She’s changed Flag Girl, saved my life.” Ms. Americana replied, in a low voice.
They stopped in
front of the stable’s door. Elsa reached for the handle and cast Reve=
rend
Justice a frightened look.
“Yes Elsa, =
;I
feel it too. That anxiety that creeps into our stomach and keeps =
us
up at night for fear that the nightmares will return. The filthy bast=
ard
causing those nightmares is behind this door. Breathe Elsa, as long as we’re awake, he can’t hurt any=
of
us!” Reverend Justice said, consciously slowing down his breathing.
“Are you sure&n=
bsp;you’re okay
lover boy?” Ariella telepathically asked, worried about him.
He inhaled deep=
ly,
holding his breath for a few seconds and then exhaling slowly.
“You’re no doubt
aware of Artemis appearing to Quentin? She said that I have the power to de=
feat
him for good, but that I must keep my anger under control. After what
he’s put me through in High School, after what he put hundreds of
anxious teens through, I =
can’t fail.
Please help me keep my anger in check Angel babe; I mustn’t screw this one =
up…” he replie=
d,
outwardly calm but inwardly fighting a panic attack.
Ariella approac=
hed
him, putting her gloved hands on his broad shoulders.
“You got this
Preacher; this is Mo’moh’s hour of reckoning. You are the sword of justice putting an end to his reign of terror and
lustfulness. I have faith in you!” Ariella said, in a
comforting voice.
The budding pan=
ic
attack subsided as each member of the female entourage also spoke up.
“I also have fa=
ith
in you Reverend!” Ms. Americana said.
“So do I
Reverend, Ich…I have faith in you!” Elsa said, her own anxiety
receding.
“I have faith in
you Reverend!” Flag Girl said, with a smile on her pretty face.
“After what I’ve
read about you and Ariella at She-Legion Central, I too have faith in you
Reverend!” Nightraven said, with a nod.
“So do I Revere=
nd,
and I apologize for startling you. We all have faith in you!” Hexanna
said, looking sheepish.
Reverend Justice
drew in another deep breath and exhaled. He was now perfectly calm.
“Thank you, now=
may
justice be done! Elsa, if you’=
ll do
the honors?” He said, smiling serenely.
With a relived
expression on her face, Elsa pulled the door open. As it opened, the
stale smell of sebum, sweat, semen and urine assailed their nostrils.
“Geez, cow dung
would have been an improvement!” Reverend Justice mumbled, cove=
ring
his mouth with his right hand.
“You’re not
kidding!” Ariella said, pinching her nose.
Ms. Americana,
Elsa, Flag Girl, Nightraven and Hexanna all repressed a gagging sound.
Sprawled in a pile of hay, dressed in britches that had seen better days, t=
he
man formerly known as Rasputin or the demon Mo’moh snored; spent from hours=
of
masturbation. A large flat screen closed circuit TV, hooked up to the
many concealed cameras in the farmhouse, was hanging from a crossbeam above=
his
head.
Reverend Justice
looked at Hexanna with a smirk.
“Tell me Hexann=
a,
are your spells effective on disgraced Greek gods? He could sure use =
some
soap and water!” he said, his upper lip once more curled into its trademark
Elvis grin.
“That, my
dear Reverend is an excellent question; I shall need my trusty Staff for su=
ch a
tall order!” Hexanna said, snickering.
Reverend Justice
returned his attention to the sleeping nomad god, to make sure he was not p=
laying
possum as they planned his rude awakening. Hexanna whispered a few words th=
at
sounded like either Latin or Greek; her staff appeared into her right
hand. Her lips moved silently as an eerie green light emanated from t=
he
skull atop her staff.
“Okay, she’s
an ally, don’t panic...” he thought, as a green mist
gathered into a cloud right above Mo’Moh’s head.
With an intense=
expression
on her face, Hexanna extended her free hand in Mo’Moh’s direction; exclaimi=
ng
“torrent!”
An unnatural
thunderclap shook the stable, waking up the one formerly known as Rasputin,=
who
sat up with a startled yelp.
“Huh? What in
Hades? HEEEEEYYYY stop the wateeeer!” He cried out in a whiney voice, making
Reverend Justice, Ariella, Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Nightraven and Hexanna
chuckle as the perverted nomad god was getting doused with soapy water.
He stood up, tr=
ied
to take a step forward and slipped, falling on his rear end; shouting a loud
“OW!” Reverend Justice looked at Hexanna making a ‘cut’ motion under =
his
chin.
“I think he’s h=
ad
enough Hexanna!” He said, his trademark Elvis grin gracing his face.=
“As you wish
Reverend!” she replied, waving her free hand as if she were beckoning the
magical storm clouds back to her, until they dissipated completely.<=
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“The filthy pig should smell nicer now!=
” Elsa
said, smirking.
Mo’moh cast the
intruders an angry stare that turned into a happy smile as he realized that=
he
was in the presence of hot women; paying no attention to the man in black w=
ho
stood with them.
“Weeell! What h=
ave
we here? I was expecting to witness a nice lesbian orgy but not before our =
little fraulein with the big titties<=
/b> here
did some more masturbation for me!” Mo’ Moh said, wringing out soapy water =
from
his beard.
“Schwe=
inehund!” Elsa hissed,
disgusted.
“Oh Elsa deares=
t,
you could have made an effort before we met=
in
the flesh; sweat pants and a ratty t-shirt, really?
At the very least you could hav=
e done
up your hair!” Mo’moh said, in a voice reminiscent of comedian Frank Nelson=
.
“Deep breaths E=
lsa,
anger is the enemy, remember that.” Reverend Justice said, in a comforting
voice.
“And another cock in my henhouse! Well, stable as it were…I am the one who will =
fuck this
wonderful collection of pussy, not=
you!”
Mo’moh said, trying to get under Reverend Justice’s skin.
Ariella walked =
to
Reverend Justice’s side, wrapping her arms around his muscular right arm;
pressing her left breast against his biceps.
“This cock is already spoken for, a=
nd as
far as fucking our pussies go;=
not in this lifetime, flabby!” Ariella said, in a deris=
ory
tone.
“Oooh! Feisty, I liiike! Once we’re rid of your boyfriend I will=
have extra fun with you!” Mo’moh said,=
once
again sounding like comedian Frank Nelson.
“To think that I
was once scared of you! You were certainly more frightening in =
my
nightmares! Now you sound more lik=
e a bad
copy of a good comedian!” Reverend Justice said.
“Don’t let it fool you Reverend, h=
e’s
lulling you in a false sense of
confidence!” a new voice interjected.
“Oh dear, more sausage in my pussy stew!” M=
o’moh
said, rolling his eyes, annoyed.
“Sullivan? How did you make it back here so quickl=
y?”
Reverend Justice said, keeping his eyes on Mo’moh, recognising his old frie=
nd’s
voice.
“He has great power of persuasion, the wi=
mpy,
wussy act is a trick so you’ll low=
er
your guard. As far as how I got
here…” Sullivan said, catching his breath.
Chapter 9- She-Legion HQ, earlier
As Ms. Americana was cleaning house in the barn and Lady
Midnight was contacting Angel Ariella in Megacity for reinforcements; Speci=
al
Agent Quentin Sullivan inhaled a deep breath and opened his eyes, fully awa=
ke. Lying in an infirmary bed in
She-Legion HQ, Sullivan’s memory of his encounter with Artemis was graduall=
y returning
to him as the anti-anesthetic administered to him by the mercenary medic to=
ok
full effect.
“Great power of persuasion…I was t=
oo out
of it to tell Brenda. Joey might have the power to defeat dirty
Rasputin, but even if he keeps his anger in check…what if he’s fooled
enough to lower his guard…” Sullivan
thought, sitting up in bed.
“Whoa there old
pal, take it easy, you were in a shitty condition when Hexanna transported =
you
here!” Special Agent Chris Townshend said, putting a hand on Sullivan’s
shoulder.
“Yeah, I guess =
the
sleeping gas had a nasty side-effect on me, the beer I had before the gas
attack likely didn’t help. I remember Artemis’ message clearly now, in
more detail. The She-Legion team doesn’t have the full picture, neith=
er
does the Reverend.” Sullivan said, getting out of bed.
“Lady Midnight =
contacted
Ariella in Megacity for reinforcements; I think they’ll be okay…Sully! Damn
you’re stubborn!” Townshend said, as Sullivan walked past him and towards t=
he
infirmary door.
“More pussy for the sex-hungry noma=
d god!”
Sullivan said, making his way down the corridor.
“How about I try
paging Dana and you can update them that way?” Townshend said, pulling out =
his
smart phone as he tried to keep up with Sullivan.
“Never mind that
Chris, radio silence is observed during high-risk missions; and trust me, t=
his
one certainly is. Trying to hail them now will go unanswered.” Sulliv=
an
said, making his way towards the control room, followed by Townshend.
“Of course…why
didn’t I think of that?” Townshend mumbled; feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Because Brenda
asked you to keep an eye on me and I’m disobeying Doctor’s orders!
And Brenda can get pretty intimidating as Ms. Americana!”
Sullivan replied, grinning.
“Especially when
your well-being is concerned!” Townshend said.
Lady Midnight
stopped them; standing in the middle of the hallway with her arms crossed u=
nder
her ample bosom, with the stern look on her face of a hall monitor catching=
students
smoking.
“And where do y=
ou
think you’re going? You were pale as a ghost when they bro=
ught
you in! Professor Whirter said…” she said, more worried than angry.
“Tell me Angela=
, do
I still look pale as a ghost? The nausea’s gone, the dizziness is bet=
ter,
whatever that hack Mercenary Medic shot me up with has finally kicked in.”
Sullivan said, unable to get the mental image of Nurse Ratched out of his h=
ead
as he looked at Lady Midnight.
“Way better loo=
king
than Nurse Ratched, and way sexier!” he thought, privately.
“Uh huh!” Lady
Midnight answered, unconvinced.
“I tried to stop
him, but he’s one stubborn son of a…” Townshend said.
“HEY!” Sullivan
said, casting Townshend an annoyed glance.
“Gun…” Townshend
mumbled, shrugging.
Sullivan chuckl=
ed,
but the stern expression on Lady Midnight’s face remained unwavering.
“Professor Whir=
ter
said you might be having an allergic reaction to the sleeping gas, or to the
anti-anesthetic; what they shot you up with isn’t the Wade Enterprises approved substance.” She said, her expression
softening.
“And I =
fully
realize you’re putting on your Den Mother mask be=
cause
you care Angela; and like Chris, you promised Brenda you’d keep an eye on
me. But I feel fine, and there’s a piece of key informati=
on I
didn’t provide Brenda before she paged Hexanna to come fetch me and call for
backup. My head was still foggy and I was still drifting in and out.”
Sullivan said, calmly.
“Okay Sully, sh=
oot.
What’s that key information?” Lady Midnight asked.
“As you probably
already know, Rasputin was one of his many aliases. He has great powe=
r of
persuasion. Which is how he managed to convince the Czarina he was a =
holy
healer, finessed his way into becoming her personal adviser, convinced the =
Czar
to go to the frontlines during the Revolution to give his soldiers a pep ta=
lk,
sending him to his death.” Sul=
livan
said.
“And likely how=
he
persuaded all those women into consenting to have sex with
him…” Townshend said, pensively.
“Not to mention=
the
whole Freddy Kruger thing he’s capable of doing…point taken Sully, if he
manages to pull that stunt on our team, the Reverend’s mission is in jeopar=
dy.
But what now? The rescue team is likely in radio silence.” Lady Midnight sa=
id,
frowning under her mask.
“All
She-Legionnaires all carry a GPS chip in their uniforms in case of
emergency. We can track their location from the control room, and if
their location isn’t too far…” Sullivan said.
“Then, the new
She-Legion Stealth Jet can get you there within seconds! Let’s go!” Lady
Midnight said excitedly, leading Sullivan and Townshend to the control room=
.
Chapter 10 – The Channeling
“And that’s how=
I
made it back here, Lady Midnight and Agent Townshend insisted on joining! H=
ope
you don’t mind Reverend!” Sullivan said, smirking, assessing their morbidly
obese antagonist’s reactions.
“Not at all Age=
nt
Sullivan, your intervention is in fact quite
welcome!” Revered Justice said, his attention still focused on the nomad
god.
“Oh blah, blah, blah! At least I get some tasty Nubian pussy to spice up my pussy stew; but you three walking tube-steaks need to flee,=
now! I
tower above you and my physical strength rivals my bastard cousin Heracles’! So
leave now before I lose my temper!” Mo’moh said, his voice changing fro=
m a
cowardly Joe Besser to a mocking Frank Nelson, and finally to a threatening=
Ted
Cassidy.
Reverend Justice
closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
“Justice
be done…I feel the souls o=
f your
victims through the centuries screaming, demanding
justice!” he said, his voice taking a deep hypnotic drone, an eerie whi=
te
light emanating from the Silver cross insignia on his chest.
“Preacher, what’s happening? I feel turmoil within you, as if multip=
le
life forces were…” Ariella enquired, worried.
“Channeling!” Reverend Justice
exclaimed, in a powerful voice, making
everyone recoil, Ariella letting go of his arm.
His anti-g devi=
ce
engaged on its own, making him levitate.
“All of your
victims through the years, nomad b=
astard…channeling
through me…your judges and=
jury…”
Reverend Justice said, in the same powerful voice.
Mo’moh’s expres=
sion
went from nonplussed, to worried; and then to terrified.
“NO YOU DON’T!”
Mo’moh screamed, running towards Reverend Justice and taking a swing at
him. His fist connected with Rever=
end
Justice’s body armor, having little effect.
“Ow? Pain? Since
when do I feel pain?” Mo’moh said; first confused, then panicking.
Reverend Justice
back-handed him, effortlessly sending him flying and hitting the back wall =
of
the stable, shaking the foundations.
“I carry the souls of the hundreds of
thousands of your victims, those you have raped, demeaned and terrified. Ti=
me
for you to cross over, nomad b=
astard! Lucifer
awaits you!” Reverend Justice said arms outstretched.
His body bucked
backwards as a powerful beam of blinding light surged from his Silver cross
insignia, obliterating Mo’moh’s physical form.
As he faded away, Mo’moh let out a blood curdling scream, leaving Ar=
iella,
Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Nightraven, Elsa, Lady Midnight, Agents Sullivan =
and
Townshend feeling uneasy. The light
faded out, and Reverend Justice collapsed to the stable’s floor; unconsciou=
s.
“Preacher?” Ariella screamed, worr=
ied, kneeling
next to him; followed by Ms. Americana and Elsa.
“Is he okay?” E=
lsa
asked, worried.
“Yes Ariella, is
he…” Ms. Americana asked.
Ariella smiled,
relieved.
“I just connect=
ed
with him telepathically, he’s okay! Just
exhausted.” Ariella said.
“Holy Mother of God…that back wall!”
Sullivan said, doing the sign of the cross.
“Like a photo p=
rint,
or a nuclear shadow, the power coming out of the Reverend’s cross must have
been off the charts!” Townshend added.
He hesitated, b=
ut
then joined Sullivan in doing the sign of the cross.
“Goddess…” Hexa=
nna
mumbled, putting one knee down while Flag Girl and Nightraven instinctively
reached for each other’s hand, frightened.
“Goddess indeed
sister…” Lady Midnight said in a low voice, putting a hand on Hexanna’s
shoulder.
The back wall of
the stable was now etched with the silhouette of the cowering Mo’moh, tower=
ed
by a tall cross.
Chapter-11 Just Rewards
Disoriented, Jo=
ey
Lucas found himself dressed in swimming trunks, walking the familiar sandy
dunes of Fisher’s Bay Beach.
“I used to spend so many summers here, family
vacations that were a welcome distraction from the bullying in High School…=
followed by the back to School anxiet=
y. God I wished summer would never end!” he thought,
enjoying the warm breeze.
The beach was
unusually deserted for such a lovely sunny day, which he didn’t mind, thank=
ful
for the peace and quiet. He sat down, gazing at the waves crashing on the
shoreline.
A few seagulls
would swoop down and pull fish out of the water repeatedly, as if on a fixed
loop.
“Weird, what gives?
Last thing I remember was being on a farm…doing what again? Now I’m
here…could it be…am I dead? And this is my afterlife?” he wondered, squinting at the birds.
To his left, he
noticed a female surfer dressed in a wetsuit, paddling away from the shore.=
“Sophie?” he sa=
id
aloud, standing up, dusting the sand from the back of his trunks.
The name of his=
teenage
summer crush had come back to him, the Motel Manager’s daughter, the surfer
girl he’d fallen in love with; his first heartbreak, a ghost from his past.=
The surfer stopped paddling, and like m=
agic,
a tall wave lifted her up. She stood on her board and rode the wave with ea=
se. As she drew closer, he noticed that rat=
her
than Sophie’s dirty blond hair, the surfer’s hair was spicy auburn; her fac=
e,
hands and feet had a sexy light copper shade.
“SHEILA!” Joey
shouted, recognizing his lover, his mind gradually becoming clearer.
The half Irish,
half Cuban vixen smiled and waved at him as her surfboard drew nearer to the
shore. He ran to her, his steps
splashing salty water, and she jumped off her surfboard and into his arms,
giggling.
“Baby, I don’t
understand what’s going on but I’m sure glad you’re here!” Joey said, holdi=
ng
her close.
“You’re actuall=
y unconscious
from exhaustion. I’m communicating with you telepathically; this setting is=
a
peaceful scene hidden somewhere in your subconscious mind…I like it! That channeling really took a lot out of
you!” Sheila said, kissing him.
“Even
telepathically you’re a great kisser!
Channeling you say? My memo=
ry’s
kinda fuzzy.” Joey said, smiling.
“You defeated t=
he
nomad Greek god nicknamed Mo’moh, channeling his many victims through you. Your body became like a lightning rod,
focusing all that life force against him…I knew deep inside you had great
untapped potential, but that…wow!” Sheila said, kissing him again.
She took his ha=
nd
and they walked back to the sandy dunes, the surfboard disappearing out of =
thin
air.
“We’ve come to =
a truce with Elsa…remember her?” Sheila asked, casting him a quizzical g=
lance.
“Buxom blonde,
conflicted…saved Ms. Americana’s life?” Joey answered, remembering bits and
pieces.
Sheila snickere=
d.
“Yep, the buxom blonde has vowed to reform, under her new identity of Ariane
Schmidt. She plans to purchase 50 dairy cows to start, expand the stable and
specialize in organic milk and dairy products.
Brenda has already made phone calls to assemble a ‘dream team’ of fa=
rm
hands and veterinarians to work for the Schmidt Dairy Farm! And you my love=
, are
currently resting on Elsa’s couch, in full Reverend Justice gear. I’m sitti=
ng
next to you and…everybody else is pacing nervously as I try to bring you ba=
ck
to consciousness.” Sheila said, smiling.
“So…another Pax Angelica?” Joey asked.
“Not quite…Ms.
Americana felt bad for Elsa, so she agreed to have sex with her, as long as it’s a threesome with Agent
Sullivan.” Sheila said.
“Wow…” Joey sai=
d,
surprised.
“Elsa agrees th=
at
you and I wipe her memory clean of our
secret identities, once the sex part is done with…” Sheila said.
Joey felt a bit
uneasy when she said ‘our identities’, was Sheila actually considering havi=
ng
group sex? Out of mutual respect, =
Sheila
and Joey kept one private corner in their minds where they stored informati=
on
they felt too personal or embarrassing to share.
“I sense some
reticence in you Joey…you don’t thi=
nk…no! Let me reassure you, I’m not thinking of having group sex…mind you, there are plenty of rooms in the farmhou=
se where
we can privately make love! But wh=
ile
we’re on the subject…” Sheila said, hesitating.
“Say it Sheila, just tell me what’s=
on
your mind.” Joey replied.
Sheila nodded,
serving him her most disarmingly charming smile.
“Joey, the sex
between us has always been
wonderful, but I always get the feeling you’re holding back. I always get this vibe there are some unfulfilled fantasies that keep y=
ou
from being completely satisfied. Tell me Joey, I won’t judge.” Sheila continued, in a comforting voice.
Joey looked dow=
n,
avoiding her gaze. With a sigh, he looked back at her.
“I probably wat=
ched
too
many porn movies between Cégep - Junior College - and University…an=
d to
be fair, you’ve always been open mi=
nded
enough to wear sexy lingerie for me…” Joey said, fearing that what he would=
say
next would turn Sheila off from ever having sex with him again.
“But?
Go on lover-boy, I said=
I
wouldn’t judge you! What fantasies are brewing in that handsome head of you=
rs,
locked up in that private mental l=
ocker
we keep out of mutual respect? What? =
Kinky sex positions? Oral? Anal? F=
ucking
my tits? I’m okay with all of that=
!
Agreed, I draw the line at violent sex, defecation and golden
showers; and I might need =
a lot
of convincing to try a threesome,
but I’m more open-minded about=
sex
than you might think my love!” Sheila said, giving him a smoldering look.
“Wow…well let m=
e assure you that urinating and defecatin=
g
on the woman I love are not a =
turn
on for me, not even by a long shot=
! But if I were to…ejaculate on you…or in your mouth, would =
you be
mad at me?” Joey asked, looking
sheepish.
“Not by a long =
shot
lover-boy, your sperm is love juic=
e,
not human waste matter! I’d love to
feel it on my skin and taste it!” Sheila said, in a h=
usky,
sultry voice that made his dick
hard, even in his dream state.
“Oh baby, wake me up, wake me up, WAKE ME UP!” Joey excitedly said, making Sheila lau=
gh.
“Ha! Ha! Okay
babe! Look into my eyes…follow me…” Sheila said, her voice
taking a warm, smooth tone.
Much like Count
Dracula sitting up in his casket, Reverend Justice sat up, Ariella’s unglov=
ed
hands still on his face. Elsa, Ms. Americana, Hexanna, Flag Girl, Nightrave=
n,
Lady Midnight, Special Agents Sullivan and Townshend let out a common sigh =
of
relief.
“Oh thank God mon frère you’re alright!” Sullivan
said, patting Reverend Justice on the shoulder.
“Merci brother Sullivan…though if I
understood correctly, I no longer need to stay
in character?” Reverend Justice said, looking at Sullivan and holding
Ariella’s hands in his.
“Yeah, pretty
much…” Ms. Americana said, with a mischievous smirk.
“You sure you’r=
e okay
with Ariella and I erasing our secret identities from your memory pretty fraulein?” Reverend Justice
asked, turning his attention to Elsa.
“So charming…ne=
ver
let him go Ariella! Ja, I’m positi=
ve!”
Elsa replied, smiling warmly.
“Trust me, I ha=
ve
no intention of letting go! Shall =
we do
this Preacher?” Ariella asked, putting her gloves back on.
“Sounds good to=
me
angel-babe!” Reverend Justice said, putting his hat back on.
They each broug=
ht
their molecular device to their lips, saying “Civilian!” returning them to =
the
clothes they were wearing prior to the transformation: Reeboks, jeans, a co=
llar
t-shirt and a blazer for Joey, Yoga pants and sleeveless top for Sheila; as=
she
was in the middle of a Yoga session when Lady Midnight contacted her. They smiled at each other and kissed.
“I was right, y=
ou are a very handsome man under the =
mask
Reverend! Make yourselves at home
everybody, the bedrooms are soundproof if you’re concerned about privacy; if
you’re not…you can keep the windows open!” Elsa said, with a wink.
“Hm, disturbing the neighbors…exciting!=
” Flag
Girl said, enjoying the embarrassed look on Townshend’s face as everyone
chuckled.
“There are show=
ers
are at the end of the hallway if you need to freshen up. There is also a sh=
ower
stall and a whirlpool near my speci=
al
playroom in the basement. Bedr=
ooms
are on the second floor! Ms. Ameri=
cana,
Agent Sullivan, if you’ll follow me!” Elsa said, taking Ms. Americana and A=
gent
Sullivan by the hand.
“I’d keep those
windows closed for now…an FBI team is coming to pick up the Greenback Comma=
ndo,
I think I should be there to greet them and answer questions…” Townshend sa=
id,
heading towards the door.
While he had be=
en
in a group sex situation before, and was enjoying a ménage à trois with Dana
King and Lydia Bordon, unbeknownst to her Commissioner father; the thought =
of
people listening to them having sex didn’t feel right.
“Pulled a page from Mikey Sullivan’s playbook, =
enjoyable, but it could cause no =
end of
trouble for Lydia if it became pub=
lic
knowledge…” Townshend thought, opening the door.
“I’ll wait with
you!” Flag Girl said, with a wink.
“Mind if I keep=
you
company?” Nightraven said, following them.
“Not at all, always
pleased to spend time in charming company!” Townshend said, relaxin=
g.
“We can have a =
roll
in the barn’s hay after the FBI team leaves!” Flag Girl said in a low voice=
, to
Townshend and Nightraven.
“Love the way y=
ou
think!” Nightraven said.
“Amen to that!”
Townshend said, grinning.
“Well I could
certainly use a shower!” Joey said, standing up from the couch.
“You and me both
lover boy!” Sheila said, taking him by the hand, making their way to the ma=
in
floor’s showers.
“I’m intrigued by Elsa’s play room…join=
me
Lady Midnight?” Hexanna asked, with a wink in the mood for a bit of Sapphic
action.
“Right behind y=
ou
Hexxie!” Lady Midnight replied with a grin, as they made their way to the
basement.
Chapter-12 Principles of Pleasure
Giggling like a
Schoolgirl, Elsa followed Ms. Americana and Agent Sullivan into the master
bedroom, closing the door behind them.
“Now, are you s=
ure
you’re up for this? I mean Ms. Wade might object, I’ve read t=
he
headlines after the Shondra Cain show…” Elsa asked, with a mischievous smir=
k,
wondering if the rumors running in the criminal circles were true.
“Well, since our
true identities will be erased from your memory, I think you already suspected as much.” Ms. Americana said, with a
sheepish smile, reaching for her mask.
“Brenda Wade, t=
he
rumors were true! A shame the identities of my masked fri=
ends
will be erased; I feel we could also be friends in the civilian world!” Elsa
said, removing her tank top, her massive F-Cup breasts bouncing heavily once
they were free of their fabric prison, leaving Quentin and Brenda both star=
ing
gape-mouthed.
“I realize I’ve
seen you naked before Elsa, but wow=
…you
have a very impressive physique! W=
ell
Quentin? Don’t just stand there with your mouth open, get naked already!”
Brenda said, removing her bikini top; releasing her own G-cuppers.
Quentin chuckle=
d,
unbuttoning his shirt.
“Vilelen dank, though my physique pales next to you=
rs!”
Elsa said, kicking off her slippers and pulling down her sweat pants, her a=
mple
bosom dangling heavily.
“Don’t be so
modest, based on the bulge in Quentin’s pants, your physique is quite delicious!” Brenda said, dropping =
her
gloves and sitting on the side of the bed to remove her boots.
“Here Brenda=
, let
me help you with those…” Quentin said, now bare chested and bare footed,
kneeling next to Brenda.
“Thanks my l=
ove,
say Elsa, how about we help him out of his pants and underwear once my boots
are off?” Brenda said, grinning, Quentin was hot, horny and ready to go.
“Ja, gut
idea! Don’t forget your own bikini
bottom Ms.…I mean Brenda!” Elsa said sitting next to Brenda in bed, leaning=
in
for a kiss, and putting her left foot on Quentin’s shoulder, hinting that s=
he
might enjoy a lick or two between the legs.
Quentin pull=
ed
Brenda’s left boot off, looking up at her for approval. She smiled and nodd=
ed,
offering her right foot to Quentin for boot removal and accepting Elsa’s ki=
ss. The
right boot now also pulled off, Quentin kissed Elsa’s foot, then her ankle,=
calf,
inner thigh, kissed her on each side of the pussy, teasing her, then dove r=
ight
in, eating her out, focusing on her swollen clit, making her moan loudly as=
she
and Brenda were engaged in a sensual game of tongue tango.
“Puh…puh…pan=
ts and
panties off now…AAAHHH! Brenda you’re so
lucky! He eats pussy so GOOD!”
Elsa shouted, in prey of an unexpected early orgasm.
“I sure am, =
and he
sure does!” Brenda said, casting Quentin a passionate look, lying on her ba=
ck
and raising her pelvis to allow Quentin to remove her star spangled bottom.=
“But I’m the
luckiest of all!” Quentin said, dropping the bikini bottom to the floor and
standing up, to allow Brenda and Elsa to finish undressing him.
Elsa knelt b=
efore
him, eagerly unbuckling his belt while Brenda stepped behind him, teasingly
pressing her massive breasts against his muscular back and whispering in his
ear; knowing how that turned him on. Elsa was now unbuttoning his pants and
pulling the zipper down.
“Ja, quite the bulge indeed!” Elsa said
licking her lips.
Brenda grabb=
ed the
back of Quentin’s pants while Elsa grabbed the waistband of his briefs and =
they
pulled them down, his boner bouncing out and hitting the tip of Elsa’s nose=
.
“Ha! Ha! Qui=
te the
piece of bratwurst! Mind if I h=
ave a
taste Brenda?” Elsa asked, tentatively holding Quentin’s cock in her right
hand.
“By all means
Elsa, while I help Quentin out of his pants and briefs so he doesn’t trip!”
Brenda said, now also kneeling down, helping Quentin pull his feet out of h=
is
pants and briefs around his ankles.
Quentin tilt=
ed his
head back and moaned as Elsa sensually sucked his cock, rolling her tongue
around his glans for good measure.
Brenda stood up and climbed into bed.
“C’m on you =
slow
pokes, this bed’s real comfy!’ She said, with a wink.
“But he’s so tasty!”
Elsa said, teasingly.
“How about w=
e have
a friendly deep-throat contest?” Brenda asked, snickering at Quentin’s reac=
tion
as she said that.
“Fine by me =
if
Elsa doesn’t mind!” Quentin said, shivering with anticipation.
‘Okay…con=
centrate…if
Elsa deep throats as well as Hexanna did, I’m likely to blow my load
prematurely…deep breaths…” Quentin th=
ought,
climbing in bed and lying down on his back.
“Ohh, sounds=
exciting! Okay Brenda, you show m=
e what
you can do!” Elsa said, excitedly, joining Brenda and Quentin in bed.
Quentin spread his legs open, allowing Brenda to position herself
between his legs. Quentin let out a long, pleasured moan as Brenda slurped =
his
cock in her mouth; taking it three quarters of the way on her first try;
flicking her tongue lower, teasing his balls.
“Top that!” Brenda said; grinning.
“I accept your challenge!” Elsa said, trading places with Brenda bet=
ween
Quentin’s legs.
Concentrating, she swallowed Quentin’s cock a bit deeper; encouraged=
by
his moans of pleasure, her nose making contact with his pubis. She released=
his
cock, unable to suppress a gagging sound.
“Almost tossed my cookies
there…” Elsa said.
“That was a very good effort; let me see if I can top that!” Brenda
said.
Brenda moved into a sixty-nine position on top of Quentin, allowing =
her
to swallow Quentin’s cock until her lips touched his scrotum.
“Hats off; that was way=
deep!” Elsa said, clapping,
gape-mouthed.
“You can say that again…” Quentin mumbled; his eyes rolling back in =
his
skull.
“You could do it too; you see, between his legs, the pubic bone gets=
in
the way. In a sixty-nine position, my nose fits between his open legs, so I=
can
deep throat him to his heart’s content!” Brenda said.
“Well you definitely win this friendly deep-throating competition, I
humbly accept defeat!” Elsa said; grinning.
“I’m sure that Quentin feels he’s the big winner!” Brenda said; smil=
ing
as she changed position, lying in bed next to Quentin.
“Oh yes…I
agree wholeheartedly! Thank you lovely ladies!” Quentin said, with a goofy
smile on his face.
“Always a
pleasure, sexy!” Brenda said,
kissing him vigorously.
“Ha! Ha! My pleasure also, especially after=
that
sweet orgasm you gave me with your tongue!
And I must congratulate you =
mit…I
mean, with your self-control!
My…favorite ex-soldier would ha=
ve
blown his load in my mouth so fast, without
satisfying me…you made me cum s=
o fast…”
Elsa said, her voice trailing off after those last few words.
Smiling, Bre=
nda
gave her a quick kiss, then kissed Quentin again. Elsa and Quentin looked at
each other and also kissed.
“So…we had a
deep-throat competition, what’s the next
event?” Quentin asked, grinning.
“Hm…remember=
the
foursome?” Brenda asked, with a mischievous smile.
“Foursome?” =
Elsa
asked, staring at Brenda and Quentin gape-mouthed.
“Yeah…I
think I know what you’re referr=
ing
to, definitely applicable to a threesome! Ladies, if you’ll assume a sixty-=
nine across the bed so I can do the girl on top doggy-style and the gi=
rl at
the bottom missionary?” Quentin said, smiling.
“Ooh! I like that!” Elsa said.
She stood up, allowing Quentin to move out of the way so Brenda could
lie across the bed. Elsa assumed position on top of Brenda, who wrapped her
arms around the small of Elsa’s back. Their
tongues began to sensually circle each other’s labia and clit, cooing with
delight.
Quentin sat down next to them, soaking in the sight. As the gorgeous vixens were moaning lou=
der
and louder, Quentin positioned himself between Brenda’s legs; and slid his =
cock
into her hot, dripping wet pussy, nice and slow.
“Unngh Yeaaahhhh…that teasingly
slow penetration of yours!” Brenda grunted, having a hard time keeping =
up
with Elsa’s cunnilingus.
“Now, now my love, let’s not neglect our hostess! Don’t stop
eating her out!” Quentin teasingly said as he rocked his hips gradually fas=
ter.
Brenda tightened her grip around the small of Elsa’s back, burying h=
er
face in her pussy with a muffled “HMPF!”
“OH!” Elsa exclaimed out of surprise.
Elsa looked over her shoulder, then up at Quentin with her mouth wide
open, speechless from the intensity of the sensations Brenda was giving
her. Quentin put his right hand on the top of Elsa’s head and gently
pushed it back down, hinting at her that she should resume licking Brenda’s
clit. She complied, alternating between Brenda’s clit and the shaft o=
f Quentin’s
cock as he pumped in and out.
“Hmmm Brenda that tongue of yours…I’m so close…” Elsa said in=
a
whiney voice.
“Go gasp go for it hmmm Elsa…gasp…don’t st=
-ah!
Don’t stop licking while oooh while Quentin f…ah…fucks me!&nb=
sp;
I’m about to…to C-C-C…OH GOD I’M CUMMIIIIIIING!” Brenda shouted, her body
shaking and her hips thrusting violently forward.
Quentin thrust his cock deep in her as she came, in an effort not to
shoot his load prematurely. Elsa soon reached an orgasm of her own.
“JAAAA! BRENDA THAT WICKED TONGUE OF YOURS IS MAKING ME CUUUUUMMMM!”=
She
shouted, her body buckling up and then going limp on top of Brenda’s.
Quentin pulled out of Brenda and Elsa smiled, grabbed his cock and
sucked it.
“Whoa, intense!” Quentin said.
“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity of tasting both you and Brenda at
the same time!” Elsa said.
“I’m multi orgasmic, don’t stop flicking that tongue while Quentin f=
ucks
you Elsa!” Brenda said, grinning.
Quentin moved to the other side of the bed and knelt behind Elsa, ne=
ar
Brenda’s head. He inhaled deeply and slid his cock in Elsa’s pussy, n=
ice
and deep.
“Ohhhh…nice, big bratwurst!<=
/i>” Elsa
grunted, massaging Brenda’s pussy with her right hand.
Brenda increased the cadence of her tongue against Elsa’s clit, watc=
hing
Quentin’s balls dangling in her face.
“Old Faithful’s gonna be ready to erupt pretty soon…better kick Elsa=
’s
next orgasm in overdrive…me, shit, I’m about to cum just by squeezing my le=
gs
together I’m so over stimulated!” Brenda
thought, her chin soaked in Elsa’s juices.
“Oh yeah Brenda right th=
ere!”
Elsa yelped.
Quentin massaged Elsa’s anus with his thumb as he fucked her, while
Brenda simultaneously ate her out.
“Oh yeah…oh yeah! =
OH
GOD THAT’S IT!! I’M GONNA CUM AGAIIIIIN!!!” Elsa shouted, overtaken by her
third, thunderous orgasm.
Wanting Brenda to cum with her, Elsa began sucking on Brenda’s clit,
finger-fucking her with her right hand’s middle and ring fingers.
“Hmmm yes LIKE THAT! LIKE THAT! CUMMING AGAINNN!” Brenda
screamed.
Elsa moved to roll onto her back next to Brenda, prompting Quentin to
pull out of her. Panting heavily, Brenda and Elsa smiled. They knelt up side by side, knowing tha=
t the
money shot was near.
“You’re on the verge Quentin, let
us have it! Jack off on out tits!” Brenda commanded, in a husky voice t=
hat
made him lose control.
Brenda put one arm around Elsa’s shoulders, pulling her closer so th=
at
their cheeks and the side of their tits were touching. Jerking off furiousl=
y, Quentin
stood up and without really aiming, fired 7 or 8 cum shots hitting the girl=
s on
their faces, hair and tits.
Elsa yelped a surprised “OH!” as the first hot and wet salvos hit her
skin. Brenda grabbed Quentin’s cock with her free hand proceeded to suck it
clean of the remaining cum. Gasping
loudly, Quentin put his hands on Brenda’s shoulders for balance.
“Intense! I’m not sure if S=
heila
and Joey are done with the main shower downstairs…but I have my own private
facilities through this door!” Elsa said, pointing towards a side door they
hadn’t noticed when they entered the bedroom.
“Yep…I could definitely use some freshening up! Can we all fit in there?” Brenda asked.=
“Ja, plenty of space!” Elsa said, with a coy smile; leading the way.=
Meanwhile, in the main floor showers
“Geez Louise, stop squirming Joey!” Sheila Holly said, snickering as
Joey Lucas knelt before her, allowing her to wash his hair.
“Itchy scalp…your nails feel amazing!” Joey said, repressing another
shiver.
“Alright Itchy! Stand up and
rinse, then do me next!” Sheila said, with a wink.
“Oh I fully intend to do you!” Joey said, chuckling.
They switched places, Joey rinsing the suds from his hair. He then grabbed the shampoo bottle and
squeezed some in the palm of his hand as Sheila knelt down. He returned the
shampoo bottle back to the shower’s recessed shelf and proceeded with lathe=
ring
Sheila’s luxurious spicy auburn mane; feeling her breath teasing the head of
his cock.
“That’s right Joey, don’t forget the scalp massage…” She said,
sensuously moving her lips closer to his glans but not touching it, enjoying
the sensation of Joey’s strong hands washing her hair, massaging her scalp =
and
gently scratching it.
Joey moved out of the showerhead’s way to allow the stream to rinse =
Sheila’s
hair. She wiped her eyes, snickering.
“Don’t forget Joey, rinse and repeat…” She said with a wide
smile, grabbing his cock with a firm but gentle hand, stroking it.
Breathing deeply and slowly, Joey complied, grabbing the shampoo bot=
tle
and squirting some more in the palm of his left hand.
“Your hands are magic baby…n=
ice
and slow…I want to enjoy that velvet touch of yours as long as possible=
…”
He said, returning the shampoo bottle to the recessed shelf.
He slowly rocked his hips back and forth as he lathered Sheila’s hair
for the second time, gently massaging her scalp.
“Don’t cum yet big boy…I=
’m horny!” She said, looking at him
mischievously.
Once more, he moved out of the way of the showerhead, rinsing the su=
ds
out of her hair, her hand never letting go of his cock. She sensuously
stuck out her tongue and gently liked his balls, shaft, flicked her tongue =
on
his glans, circled it, and then licked back down his shaft and kissed his
balls.
“Hmmm…Sheila…if you really want me in
you, don’t over tease me like that…” Joey said, in a loud moan.
“Come on big boy, don’t=
tell
me you can’t last any longer than this?” Sheila said, teasing to take his c=
ock
in her mouth, sticking out her tongue, but pulling her mouth away with a wi=
cked
grin.
“You tease…” Joey said,
trembling.
“Not ye-et!” Sheila sai=
d,
snickering, resuming her hand job with a firmer grip.
“Oh God that’s cruel!” =
Joey
blurted out, using every ounce of self-restraint not to blow his load in her
face.
“Come on, you’re tougher th=
an
that!” She said, her lips pursed in a smug smile, slowly jerking him of=
f.
All of a sudden, Sheila became overtaken with lust. She wanted=
the
throbbing cock that she was holding in her hands into her pussy, she wanted=
to
cum and satisfy him. She took his =
cock
back in her mouth; swallowing it for good measure.
“Gasp…God Sheila, don’t surprise
me like that…nearly blew my load in your mouth!” Joey said, feeling rubbery
legged.
She stood up; looking him in the eyes with a passionate look that we=
nt
through him like a sharp knife through soft butter. She threw her arms arou=
nd
his neck and planted her lips onto his, her massive D-cup breasts pressing
against his muscular chest; her tongue parting his lips, seeking his tongue=
and
finding it.
As their tongues danced a sensuous tango, Joey’s hands caressed her,
from her muscular shoulders to the small of her back, back up, then back do=
wn,
all the way to her firm, shapely buttocks. He gave her ass a hard squeeze t=
hat
made her moan as they still kissed.
Slowly but surely, he pinned her against one of the shower’s walls,
moved his hands back up to her shoulders, then moved them up front; giving =
her
breasts a firm, passionate squeeze.
“AH! That feels so go=
od
when you squeeze them!” Sheila exclaimed.
He followed up by burying his face between the fleshy mounds, then by
pinching her stiff nipples, then kissing them, licking them, and gently bit=
ing
them.
“Oooh don’t stop…my pus=
sy’s
getting so wet…” Sheila said, in a hoarse, moaning voice.
Joey licked her cleavage and then knelt down, tracing a line with his
tongue from her breastbone down to her washboard abs, navel, pubis and fina=
lly
her pussy.
He reached around to grab her buttocks again, while she reached down
with her right hand, panting, spreading her pussy open for him. Slowly and
sensuously, he licked her clit, her labia and her vulva – tasting her love
juice oozing from it – then up and down.
“Yeah…YEAH…” Sheila shouted, breathing faster.
He looked at her and smiled, then inserted his right hand middle fin=
ger
in her tight, hot pussy, seeking her G-spot, flicking his tongue on her cli=
t.
“Oooooooohhhh!” Sheila cooed, with delight.
Joey located her G-spot, then rubbed it, tapped it, exerted increasi=
ng
pressure onto it, released it, then started all over again, all the time
flicking his tongue on her clit; Sheila grabbing his wet hair with her left
hand, breathing in increasingly faster, near the point of hyperventilation.=
“Breathe baby, breathe…this is supposed to be pleasurable<=
/i>!”
He said, worried about her.
“I can take it Joey don’t s=
top…you’re
about to give me a squirter!”&n=
bsp; Sheila
said, panting.
He planted his lips on her clit, licking it harder and faster, massa=
ging
her G-spot firmly and mercilessly.
“Oh…oh…OH…OH YEAH I’M CUMMMIIIIIIING!” Sheila screamed, as a =
warm
flow of secretions spraying Joey in the face.
She pulled him up gently by the hair and he stood up. She looked at =
him,
panting and gape-mouthed, wanting to say something but no words coming out =
of
her mouth. She shook her head, smiling, then kissed him vigorously; n=
ot
caring that she could taste her own female cum on his lips, their tongues
resuming their lustful dance.
“I want you in me now!”=
she
said, in a near grunt.
She turned her back to him, leaning against the shower’s tiled wall =
and
arching her back; lustfully wiggling her shapely, muscular ass at him.
“You fantasized about doing me doggy-style?” she asked, her voice a =
near
whisper.
“Oh baby, you know I ha=
ve!”
he said, excitedly.
“Today, you get to do me doggy-style, standing in a shower! I
wanna feel your hot cum all over m=
y ass
and back!” she said, her voice a sultry hiss.
Joey stepped behind her, grabbing her firmly by the waist.
“God you’re so gorgeous!=
” He
said, slowly and deliberately sliding his cock in her tight, hot, dripping
pussy.
“You look pretty hot yours…=
Uuuuuh yeah…that feels amazing, hot stuff! Pound me baby, pound me hard!” Sheila said, a new orgasm budding in her lower belly.
“How about I slide a hand do=
wn
here while I pound you?” Joey said, sliding his right hand from her wai=
st
to her lower belly, then reaching down for her pussy, rubbing her clit.
“OH GOD! IT…it’s good Joey, but it’s a bit awkward, let me touch my clit…it…it’ll be easi=
er for
you to reach around my chest and squeeze my tits…POUND ME and massage my TI=
TS!”
Sheila commanded, reaching between her legs with her right hand; keeping her
left hand against the wall for balance, her voice taking an intense soprano
tone.
“Oh you know I’m always glad to give your gorgeous =
boobs
some TLC!” Joey said, sliding his hands back up Sheila’s body and reaching
around; giving her firm D-cuppers a firm squeeze as he increased his cadenc=
e.
“Oh yeah…yeah…YEAAAAAAH= HHH!” Sheila screamed, the budding orgasm now overtaking her entire body, the stimulation of her vagina, clitoris and breasts pushing her over the edge.<= o:p>
“Don’t stop Joey DON’T STOP!
You’re gonna make me cum again! I never
came twice before! YOU’RE AMAZING JOEY!
I’M CUMMIIIIIIING!” Sheila shrieked, shaking violently.
He slid out of her and held her against him, his hands never leaving=
her
breasts, gently rubbing her nipples until she stopped shaking.
“Thanks, but you shouldn’t have pulled out…” Sheila said, catching h=
er
breath.
“Now that you’ve stopped shaking, reassume position Miss Holly…you
wanted my cum on your ass, I intend on delivering!” Joey said, grinning.
Giggling, Sheila leaned back against the wall, arching her back.
“Your turn to cum baby, FUCK ME!” Sheila said, in a teasing sultry
voice.
“That dirty talk will make me lose control every time!” Joey said,
sliding his cock back into her wanting pussy.
“Uuuuuh…that’s the idea=
, ain’t it?” Sheila said, tightening=
her
vaginal muscles in a tight ring, knowing the effect it had on Joey.
“Ooh baby…dirty talk and tight pussy… you’re gonna make me cum so hard…” He grunted,
bending at the knees.
“Do it baby, all over my as=
s!
Cum, cum, CUM for me; CUUUM!” Sheila said, egging him on.
Unable to hold back any longer, Joey pulled out and came hard; his c=
um covering
her shapely ass and lower back. She
straightened up and turned around, his cum dripping down her ass and the ba=
ck
of her legs. She looked at him lustfully and threw her arms around his neck=
, hugging
and kissing him again.
“That was hot…way hot…” Sheila said, looking de=
ep
into his eyes.
“Scorching hot I’d say…” Joey said, as he rinsed his cum off =
Sheila’s
lower back, ass and legs.
“Care to find a free bedroom for another round?” Sheila asked, in a
voice that gave him goosebumps.
“Baby, I’m loving the new se=
xually
spontaneous you!” Joey said, heart skipping a beat.
They wrapped themselves in large bath towels, and left the showers
holding hands and snickering like naughty teens.
Meanwhile, outside
Three black FBI SUV’s were leaving the Schmidt Dairy Farm, carrying the
defeated Greenback Commando. Flag =
Girl
and Nightraven waved at the departing FBI convoy, as Special Agent Townshend
looked over his shoulder towards the barn.
“Brenda said th=
ey
were strapped to two easy chairs in the barn…likely to be more comfy than to
roll around naked in dry hay!” He thought, feeling aroused.
“Okay, they’re out of sight!” Nightraven said, casting Flag Girl an
excited look.
“Shall we put on a show for dear Chris?” Flag Girl said, grinning
mischievously.
“You lovely young ladies do so spoil
me!” Chris said, smiling as they trotted to the barn.
Once inside, Flag Girl playfully pushed him on one of the easy chair=
s.
“Enjoy the warmup!” Flag Girl said.
Flag Girl reached behind her, unclasping her top, dropping it to the
floor; exposing her firm, D-cuppers. Nightraven reached behind her ba=
ck,
grasping for that hidden zipper that kept her bodysuit tight against her fi=
t,
buxom body. She pulled the zipper =
down
and her bodysuit slid down to her booted ankles without any effort; her nat=
ural
DD-Cuppers exposed to Chris’ great delight. Flag Girl dropped her bot=
tom;
revealing a shaved pubis, while Nightraven let her panties slide down her
shapely legs, joining her bodysuit on the floor, revealing her preference f=
or a
neatly trimmed bikini shave.
They kissed, softly and tenderly, as their hands slowly caressed each
other’s buxom, naked breasts.
“Hmm…Dana…” Lydia moaned.
Grinning, Dana brought her mouth to Lydia’s breasts, licking, suckli=
ng,
teasing and gently biting her nipples. Lydia threw her head back and closed=
her
eyes, swallowing moans of pleasure as Dana was now firmly squeezing her bre=
asts
and sucking on her nipples harder. Trembling, Lydia wanted more.
“Catch my legs!” She whispered as she performed a handstand, facing =
Dana.
Dana nodded and grinned, understanding what Lydia had in mind. = She stabilized her by holding onto her shins, and then wrapped her arms around = the small of Lydia’s back; lifting her up so they may engage in a standing 69.<= o:p>
Gape-mouthed, Chris began applauding.
“Woo-hoo! Amazing warmup!” he shouted, cheering them on.
“We ain’t done yet!” Dana said, burying her face in Lydia’s pussy.
Lydia reciprocated, licking Dana’s dripping wet slit. Moaning =
as
quietly as possible, they slowly drove each other to a blissful climax. Wobbly legged from her orgasm, Dana let
herself roll backwards and into the hay, making Lydia yelp out of surprise;
making sure her knees were bent so Lydia’s head wouldn’t hit the ground. She
rolled off Dana’s body, skin covered in goosebumps and giggling; teasingly
tossing a handful of hay at Dana.
Concerned, Chris got up from his easy chair.
“Are you girls okay?” he asked, walking towards them.
“I’m fine, thank God we fell in the hay!
You okay Dana?” Lydia said, still giggling.
“I’m okay! Now to take those off…” Dana said sitting up and grabbing=
her
boot by the heel, pulling it off.
“Two hot
blondes in a ménage à trois with me… Mikey
Sullivan and Crystal Warr=
en I owe you!” Chris thought, his pants
feeling uncomfortably tight.
He sat back down on the easy chair, and removed his shoes.
“You’re minced meat Chris Townshend, stand up!” Dana commanded.
He stood, and she knelt in front of him unbuckling his belt. Lydia joined in, unbuttoning Chris’ shi=
rt.
“Oh baby yes!” Dana said; pulling his pants down, releasing his
throbbing boner.
Overtaken by lust, Dana took the head of his cock in her wet mouth,
stroking his cock gently but firmly with her right hand and tickling his ba=
lls
with her left.
“Hmm…niiice…” Chris moaned.
“Mind if I have a taste?” Lydia asked; kneeling next to Dana.<= o:p>
“Absolutely; help yourself!” Dana said; moving aside.
Looking up at Chris in a way that made him wobbly-kneed, Lydia engul=
fed
his cock deep in her wanting mouth and bobbed her head on his stiff shaft b=
ack
and forth, driving him crazy.
“Wanna share?” Lydia asked Dana.
“Sure, I’d love to!” Dana
replied; smiling.
Dana resumed sucking the head of Chris’ cock; while Lydia licked his
shaft and scrotum.
“Hmm…yeaaahh…girls this is =
too
hot!” Chris moaned.
“Ready for some cock action?” Dana asked Lydia, in a husky voice.
“Oh yes!” Lydia replied; excited.
“Lie down on the one of the easy chairs sweetie…Chris, go wild!” Dana said.
Snickering, Lydia lay on her back on the easy chair; spreading her l=
egs
open.
Chris carefully joined Lydia on the easy chair and kissed her gently=
on
the lips.
Gently and slowly, Chris slid his cock into Lydia’s moist core; maki=
ng
them both moan loudly.
“NNNNHHH that’s so good!’
Lydia grunted; feeling Chris’ cock throbbing within her pussy.
“No arguments from me!” Dana said; standing next to them and caressi=
ng Lydia’s
leg.
Chris began pumping into Lydia’s pussy harder and faster; generating
more moans and groans of pleasure. He reached for the easy chair’s le=
ver
so it lay perfectly flat. He knel=
t up,
allowing Dana to lick Lydia’s clit as he kept on fucking her.
“Oh God…OH GOD…OH GOOOOOOD!” Lydia screamed; overwhelmed with sensat=
ion,
the easy chair wobbling dangerously.
“Let’s reconvene in the hay, might be a bit prickly, but it won’t be=
as
wobbly and allow you to sit on her face…this is a threesome isn’t
it? You gotta get pleasured too!” Chris told Dana.
Smiling, Dana smiled and knelt in the hay.
“It’s actually pretty soft guys, we should have started here!” She s=
aid,
with a nod.
Chris pulled out of Lydia’s tight core and helped her up. She lay do=
wn
on her back, and spread her legs, indicating that she wanted Chris’ appenda=
ge
back in her pussy. Nodding, Dana s=
traddled
Lydia’s face, who wrapped her arms around Dana’s hips and began licking her
pussy.
“Hmmmhh…oh…OOOOH…YEAH, CHRIS! Fuck
her like THAT…she gasp…she eats me real…hmm…eats me SO GOOD w=
hen
you…gasp… fuck her hard!” Dana said; surrendering to Lydia’s
mouth.
“Hmm…hmm…HMM…Chris, I’m gonna CUMMM!” Lydia screamed; from between D=
ana’s
thighs.
“Don’t stop licking me Lydia, I’m about to CUM TOOOO!” Dana moaned
loudly.
“YEAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Lydia and Dana screamed in unison as orgasms tore
through their bodies like electricity.
Panting; Dana got off Lydia’s face and Chris pulled out.
“Your turn now Chris; stick it in my ass and shoot it all over me!” =
Dana
said; in a sultry voice, assuming a doggy position.
Smiling, Chris bent over and spread Dana’s shapely cheeks apart and
began licking her asshole; inserting saliva in her anus.
“Hmmm…wet tongue in my assh=
ole…it’s
hot!” Dana moaned; loudly.
Lydia observed her friend Dana getting off on a rim job with a mixtu=
re
of fascination and lust.
“Come closer Lydia; help me make her asshole nice and slippery!” Chr=
is asked,
with a mischievous smile.
Chuckling, Lydia came closer and took Chris’ place; licking Dana’s
asshole. Then, both their tongues were licking, teasing and inserting saliv=
a in
Dana’s ass.
“Oh GOD YESS! TWO TONGUES IN MY ASS; THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” Dana
screamed, in ecstasy.
Lydia looked at Chris, and engulfed his cock in her mouth, making it
slippery with her saliva.
“There; nice and slippery!” Lydia said, with a wicked grin.
With a nod, Chris applied the head of his cock against Dana’s anus, =
and
gently glided it in her ass.
“Yeahh…like that…slide it in, nice and slow…OHH!
Yeah that’s the spot! Fuck me Chris; FUCK MY TIGHT ASS!” Dana
commanded.
Chris obliged, pistoning his hard cock in her tight ass; slamming his
groin into Dana’s shapely buttocks.
“Yeah Chris, YEAH CHRIS, YEAH CHRIS!” Dana screamed; feeling
another orgasm budding in her lower abdomen.
Getting excited again, Lydia sat on the ground and spread her legs o=
pen,
positioning herself so that her crotch was in Dana’s face.
“Want me to eat you; you dirty girl? Fine!” Dana said i=
n a
rough voice; pulling Lydia’s pelvis towards her.
Chris moaned as he fucked Dana’s tight ass; who was also moaning as =
the
anal sex was bringing her close to another orgasm, and Lydia was moaning as=
Dana’s
talented mouth was triggering another orgasm for her as well.
“Oh God Dana I’m gonna cum! I’M GONNA CUM!” Chris screamed;
pulling out and not caring if anyone heard him.
“Oh Dana me too!” Lydia moaned.
“Cumming TOOOO!” Dana screamed.
The cum shot exploded; the first shot going clear above Dana’s head =
and
hitting Lydia in the pubic area, the second shot hitting Dana’s hair and her
back; the final shot smearing cum all over her shapely ass. Spent, Chris laid down next to Dana. Ly=
dia
got to her hands and knees and crawled to Chris’ side, lying down next to h=
im. He extended his arms and pulled them cl=
ose.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve the two of you…but I’m sure than=
kful
I did!” He said, closing his eyes.
“Feeling’s mutual!” Lydia said, kissing him on the cheek.
“Amen to that! Hopefully Joey and Sheila are done with the showers, =
we
could sure use some freshening up!” Dana said, smiling.
They stood up, looked at each other, and ran towards the Farmhouse
stark-naked; laughing uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, in Elsa’s secret playroom
“Wow…is that enough dildos and vibrators for you?” Lady Midnight sai=
d,
staring at the various display cases.
“And what would you call tha=
t?” Hexanna
asked with a curious frown, pointing at the contraption in the middle of the
floor.
“Oh my God, that’s a Sybian=
! A
custom-shop two-seater job too, you can tell Elsa’s initial plans were to humiliate Ms. Americana by shackli=
ng her
to one seat…” Lady Midnight said, pointing at the ankle shackles and handcu=
ffs
attached to one end of the Sybian.
“And joining in on the fun, using the other seat on the Sybian; while
that perv Mo’moh watched on closed circuit TV and jacked-off.” Hexanna said,
rolling her eyes.
“No doubt, though I hear the Sybian orgasms are over the top intense…you take one of those silicone dildos from
this display case and snap it into this part…” Lady Midnight said, excitedl=
y,
giving Hexanna a demonstration.
“Squirt some lube on the silicone dildo like so…” She continued,
grabbing the bottle of Astroglide that lay on the floor, next to the Sybian=
.
“Then you hit the power switch…” She said, flipping the switch and t=
hen
unclasping her belt; feeling wet between the legs.
Grinning, she dropped her gloves and reached for the small zipper at=
the
back of her jumper; letting it slide down to her ankles and kicking it asid=
e.
“No panties, were you expecting to get lucky Angela?” Hexanna asked,
teasingly, aroused by Angela’s impromptu strip and demonstration.
“Sure came in handy didn’t it? Next you straddle the Sybian like
so…lowering yourself nice and gently onto the…OH MY GOD THAT’s TOO GOOD!” L=
ady
Midnight exclaimed, the Sybian vibrating her inner thighs, groin, clit, lab=
ia,
butt cheeks, anus and the inner walls of her pussy, thanks to the silicone
dildo penetrating her moist core.
Hexanna slipped out of her bikini top and loin cloth bottom; observi=
ng
Lady Midnight reaching for the Sybian’s remote control, selecting a variable
speed and intensity setting.
“This…is…hitting…every…e=
rogenous…SPOT!
So GOOD!” Lady Midnight wailed, giving her massive breasts a near painful g=
rip;
eyes rolling back in her head.
“Good thing this is a two-seater…” Hexanna said, grabbing another
silicone attachment from the display case, and lubricating it with Astrogli=
de.
She then snapped into place on the spot facing Lady Midnight, and ge=
ntly
impaled herself onto the silicone attachment.
“OH- MY-GODDESS!!!” Hexanna shrieked, overtaken by multiple pleasura=
ble
sensations.
“I…gasp…know right? Can…=
hardly
catch…my ooohhhh…breath!” Lady Midnight replied, her mind lost into a pleas=
urable,
erotic fog; reaching orgasm after orgasm at an unbelievable pace.
Sensually, Hexanna wrapped her arms around Lady Midnight; her hands
caressing her back, nipples rubbing together, French-kissing. While they bo=
th
preferred men, this still felt =
right.
Seconds turned to minutes, gasping, moaning, savoring every pleasurable mom=
ent;
the Sybian getting wet with sweat and G-spot secretions. After 40 minutes of intense vibrating, =
the
Sybian began overheating and the auto-shutoff kicked in.
Moaning and gasping for air, they laughed hysterically.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh my God, I came so many times I can’t feel my legs!” =
Lady
Midnight said, still laughing.
Hexanna nodded and drew in a deep breath, trying to regain her
composure.
“You said it, I lost count after number 5 or 6…I can feel my pulse in my pussy! Good thing that contraption has an auto=
-shut
off, I was about to pass out from hyperventilation! No wonder Elsa needed a whirlpool after=
a
ride on this!” Hexanna said, with a satisfied sigh.
“Okay, Elsa was nice enough to share her toys with us, let’s clean t= his up and relax in the Whirlpool!” Lady Midnight said, carefully standing up.<= o:p>
“Sounds like a plan!” Hexanna said, giving her another kiss.
Holding hands, they made their way to the Whirlpool room.
The End
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