Modern Gladiator Games

A Sullyverse Fanfic by Comixfana

Special thanks to Silk Cords and Deanna Troi for their input and constructive criticism as I muddled my way through this one. Special Agent Quentin Sullivan, Reverend Justice- Joey Lucas, Angel Ariella-Sheila Holly, Hoodoo Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau and Special Agent Chris Townshend are my OC’s; all of the other characters mentioned in this story were created by Mr. X Comments? Feedback? Drop me a line at comix.fana@gmail.com

Prologue

“Ay, what a mess I’ve gotten myself into…gracias a Dios Aphrodite types heal fast…” Luiza Torrez mumbled, dunking her bruised body in a tub of cold water.

She gasped, shaking, and focused on her breathing.

“…and the sonic disrupter will rid my body of any remnants from those hijos de puta…” she added, teeth clenched to prevent them from chattering as she dunked her head under.

Wolf Woman had been recruited by the FBI as an undercover agent to infiltrate a clandestine catfight ring suspected of being a front for illegal gambling and prostitution. Their clientele was comprised of online subscribers who could watch their weekly webcasts, and of a select group of people with pockets deep enough to afford live attendance, gambling on the bouts, and bidding on the loser of the Main Event; whereby the highest bidder would get to fuck said loser.

“I should have consulted Sully first…I should have said no…but the thought of men betting on catfights that turn to submissive sex for the amusement of the public was so disgusting that I jumped in with my eyes closed, let alone the loser of the Main Event having to fuck the highest bidder…” Luiza thought, feeling the pain of her sore muscles, raw pussy, and rectum receding as her body healed.

She sat up with a loud gasp, covered in gooseflesh and nipples erect as her body had completed its healing cycle. She stood up and got out of the tub, cold water trickling down her muscular, curvaceous body.

She had won her fair share of bouts and managed to discretely snoop around, reporting her findings to her FBI handler on a secure channel. Her mission was on a need-to-know basis only, and was instructed not to contact the She-Legion.

“¡Que tonta! Sully’s FBI too…if I let my handler see what’s happened to me today and emphasize that I want Special Agent Sullivan advised…” Luiza mumbled, leaving wet footprints on her Motel room’s floor as she walked to her laptop.

She sat at the small desk, still dripping wet, and switched her laptop on. She tilted her head to the right and to the left, making her neck click, and drew in a deep breath. After opening a secure browser, she opened the E.S.W. web page, selected her last bout –Wolf Woman vs Amazonia – and copied its web link.

She then opened her email, selected her FBI handler’s secure address, opened a new document, and pasted the link. Then, she typed – FORWARD ENCLOSED FILE TO SPECIAL AGENT SULLIVAN ASAP. THIS IS NOT A REQUEST. IF I DO NOT HEAR BACK FROM HIM WITHIN THE NEXT 24 HOURS, I WILL BREAK PROTOCOL AND CONTACT HIM MYSELF. WW – and hit the send button.

“And you better be quick about it too pendejo!” Luiza said, switching off her laptop.

FBI Delta City Field Office, minutes later

Burning the midnight oil trying to catch up with paperwork, Special Agent Ross nearly jumped, startled by the chime of an incoming emergency email. He smiled, as he recognized the sender’s user name.

“What’s up Wolf Woman…you hot Mexican goddess you…” Ross mumbled with a goofy smile, charmed by the statuesque She-Legionnaire and excited to have been chosen as her handler.

“Though I wish there was some actual handling, hubba, hubba!” he thought, opening the email.

His expression went from love-struck to terrified, as he read Wolf Woman’s commanding message.

“What the hell?” he mumbled, as pale as a ghost.

He opened the enclosure and watched, perspiration trickling from his forehead and into his eyes; feeling sick to his stomach as he witnessed Wolf Woman being beaten, stripped and double penetrated while her opponent squatted on her face. Hyperventilating, he closed the enclosure and fumbled his smartphone, dropping it to the floor.

“Fuck…shit’s gonna hit the fan, I’m about to get my ass fired and Sullivan’s gonna kick my ass…but worse of all, poor Wolf Woman! Poor Mexican rose…” Ross mumbled, seeking Sullivan’s contact, overshooting it a few times in prey of a panic attack.

Chapter 1- We’re new at this

Holly Towers Penthouse Suite 2 am.

While Agent Ross frantically tried to contact Agent Sullivan, Joey Lucas woke up in the warm embrace of his lover Sheila Holly, his brain still foggy from his first exposure to Aphrodite pheromones. To their right, lay their new friend, partner, and bisexual lover, Yumi Wong; who slept with a cherubic smile on her pretty face.

“So I didn’t dream it…perhaps Sheila has latent bisexual tendencies after all…and somehow, Yumi seems to have strengthened our relationship…weird but true!” Joey thought, not wanting to move a muscle, but the call of nature beckoning him to the bathroom.

They had made love, showered together, slept like logs, and surprisingly enough, had not been interrupted by any emergency calls. Sheila and Yumi had insisted that he slept in the middle, so they could take turns cuddling with him, which made trips to the bathroom a tad complicated as he did not wish to wake them up.

“You’re too hot Joey, Yumi’s turn to cuddle with you!” Sheila telepathically said from half-sleep, a subtle smirk gracing her lips.

Joey kissed her smirking lips, slid his muscular left arm from underneath her, and rolled toward Yumi who was now lying in the fetal position, with her back to him. He scooted closer to her, sliding his right arm underneath her pillow. He pressed his sleep boner against her firm, shapely ass, wrapped his left arm around her body, gently cradling her right breast, and kissed the nape of her neck. She moaned appreciatively and squeezed his hand on her breast, as he lay his head on her pillow.

“Still gotta piss…but if I could hold it in a little longer…enjoy this...” He thought, eyes closed, reveling in Yumi’s warm body, her perfume and her Aphrodite pheromones, tamed by sleep.

Sheila chuckled quietly, picking up Joey’s thoughts as she drifted to sleep. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, Joey gently and slowly slid his right arm from underneath Yumi’s pillow, and removed his left arm from around her body, making her utter a whiney moan of protest. Satisfied that she wasn’t fully waking up, Joey lay flat on his back and gently wiggled his way underneath the blanket between them, until he reached the foot of the bed.

Joey got to his feet and observed for a few moments to make sure that Sheila and Yumi were still sleeping. Satisfied, he quietly trotted out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over Cesar who was playing feline tag with Cleopatra in the hallway.

“Always in front of my feet you little rascals! Move, I gotta piss!” Joey whispered, quietly chuckling.

Half asleep, Yumi rolled onto her back. Eyes still closed, she reached blindly with her left arm, looking for Joey, wanting his embrace again; her left hand brushing against Sheila’s breasts. She opened her eyes and smiled, sensing Yumi’s need to be held.

“Wanna cuddle sweetie? Joey went to the bathroom but I’ll cuddle with you if you like!” Sheila projected telepathically.

“Yes please…” Yumi thought, from her half-asleep state.

Smirking, Sheila slid to the middle of the bed, wrapping her legs around Yumi’s left leg, leaning on her extended left arm, foreheads touching; Sheila’s right nipple brushing against Yumi’s left nipple. Yumi’s left hand lazily lay on Sheila’s left shoulder, a contented expression on her sleeping face. A few moments later, Joey returned to the bedroom and noticed the sensual sight of Sheila and Yumi sleeping in each other’s arms, feeling a bit disappointed that he’d lost his spot in the middle.

“Grow up Lucas, it’s not like they’re locking me out of the bedroom, as long as I get to hold Sheila I’m happy!” Joey thought with a quiet chuckle.

Sheila telepathically picked up his thoughts.

“I’d never lock you out Joey, you’re the man I love. We’re still navigating through this whole ménage à trois deal, but you and I are non-negotiable.” She telepathically replied.

“I guess that makes you the meat in this body-sandwich!” Joey telepathically replied as he climbed in bed, lying on his right side, wrapping his muscular left arm around Sheila’s torso, just beneath her ample bosom, kissing the nape of her neck.

“Then remember to eat me when we get up in the morning! Get more sleep, my love, before your tension headaches make a comeback!” Sheila telepathically replied, teasingly wiggling her muscular ass in his crotch.

“It’s a deal!” Joey telepathically replied.

Yumi opened her eyes and yawned.

“Hmmm…oh hi guys! Er…how did you get in the middle Sheila?” Yumi asked, puzzled.

“Joey had to go to the bathroom, I picked up that you wanted to be hugged, so I volunteered! I can swap places with Joey if you like!” Sheila said, kissing Yumi on the tip of her nose.

Yumi smiled sheepishly.

“We shared Joey for part of the night…how about you share me?” Yumi said, blushing a little.

Sheila looked over her shoulder and cast Joey a quizzical glance.

“I’m game if you are!” Joey said with a warm smile.

“I am!” Sheila said, with a snicker.

“You two are the best!” Yumi said with a cherubic smile.

Grinning, Sheila and Joey got out of bed. Giggling excitedly, Yumi slid to the middle of the bed while Joey climbed in bed to her right and Sheila to her left. Joey and Sheila pulled up the blanket, and then snuggled with Yumi.

“Oh, Joey?” Sheila asked, smirking.

“Yeah baby?” Joey replied.

“Now that Yumi is the meat in this sandwich, you’ll have to eat her too in the morning!” Sheila said.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Sheila that’s wicked! Since Joey was ‘the meat in this sandwich’ to begin with, who gets to eat him?” Yumi asked, laughing.

“We can share!” Sheila said, giggling along.

“Well I’m ready, willing and able! No need to twist my arm to eat my gorgeous angels’ pussies! But let’s try to catch more sleep, looks like I’m gonna need all my strength!” Joey said.

“Sounds good baby!” Sheila said.

“No arguments here…can’t wait for morning!” Yumi said, her voice trailing off as she drifted to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the FBI’s Delta City Field Office

Special Agent Ross finally calmed down, finding Special Agent Sullivan’s emergency contact number, but cursed as all he could get was his voicemail. Had he known that Sullivan was engaged in a hot threesome with Brenda Wade and Assistant DA Angela Grear, he probably would have chickened out of calling him at all.

“At least his voice mailbox isn’t full, thank God for small favors…” Ross thought, awaiting the tone.

“This is Special Agent Ross, I was assigned as Wolf Woman’s handler…our fearless leader saw it fit to approach her without running it by you first, I guess consulting the She-Legion’s Official contact would have been too logical…anyway, she was drafted as a mole in an undercover mission that’s gone awry and she demanded in no uncertain terms that you be advised. She forwarded some rather graphic video footage I’m hesitating to show you…but that you might need to see regardless, to give you a clear picture of the mess she’s in. Call me back as soon as you get this message, 202-555-1964.” Ross said, and then hung up.

He sighed.

“Looks like I’m pulling an all-nighter…” He mumbled, closing his eyes.

Chapter 2- A Carnal breakfast part 1

Holly Towers Penthouse Suite 7 am.

While Joey, Sheila, and Yumi would have gladly slept in until 10, Otto was programmed to softly wake them up early; slowly opening the blinds and playing gentle classical music. The piece selected that particular morning was the Elizabethan Serenade.

Simultaneously, Joey stretched and yawned, Yumi inhaled deeply, pushing her ample bosom up, and Sheila also stretched, letting out a whiney moan that seemed to say “let me sleep!” Smirking, Joey propped himself up on his left elbow and cast his angels an admiring glance. Sheila propped herself on her right elbow and winked at Joey. They craned their necks and kissed, Sheila’s right breast dangling in Yumi’s face while her left was pressed against Yumi’s breasts.

“Morning love!” Joey and Sheila said, in sync.

“Yeah, good morning indeed, big Coppertone tits in my face and no morning kiss for me!” Yumi said in a feigned pouty tone.

Sheila and Joey chuckled.

“You get two!” Sheila said, giving her a peck on the lips.

Joey kissed her next, and Yumi comically threw her arms around his neck to kiss him a bit longer, teasing Sheila.

“Hey, don’t take advantage you bad girl!” Sheila said, pulling the blanket off the bed, and giving Yumi’s shapely alabaster ass a teasing swat.

“Ow! Okay, okay, I’ll behave!” Yumi said, giggling, releasing Joey from her embrace.

“I believe we were having each other for breakfast?” Joey said in a kidding tone, trying to hide the desire he felt.

“Uh-huh, how about…since you’re our guest Yumi, you 69 with Joey…oyster and sausage for breakfast! I’ll snack on his nuts until you cum Yumi, then once you have, we switch places!” Sheila said with a wicked grin.

Yumi laughed, blushing a little at the mental imagery, while Joey cast Sheila a quizzical glance.

“Oyster not oysters? What do you m…oh! Don’t mind me, I’m still half asleep! It becomes oysters plural once you’ve switched places!” Joey said with a chuckle.

Snickering, Sheila kissed him.

“We were using food as metaphors for sex and body parts silly boy! Lie down!” Sheila said in a playful voice.

Yumi sat up and moved aside to allow Joey to lie down in the middle of the bed.

“Once more, the Grim Preacher enjoys a small slice of Heaven with two drop-dead gorgeous angels…and I don’t care if I’m being clichéd or sounding like a broken record. There is a God, ‘cause I’m in Heaven!” Joey said as Yumi straddled his face, kneeling with her shins on his muscular arms, knees on the mattress, and her pretty feet flanking his head.

He brought his face to her pussy and kissed her labia, making her gasp. He reached up and firmly grabbed her shapely, muscular ass. Sheila lay down between his legs, and put her smooth hands on his muscular, rock-hard thighs.

“You’re too sweet baby-doll! Isn’t he sweet Yumi-angel, Azure Angel?” Sheila said with a smile, bringing her face closer to his scrotum, breathing on it for extra effect.

“Too sweet, and so are you, Sheila-angel, Lioness of God!” Yumi said, also smiling as she lay her fit, muscular body onto Joey’s.

She guided his hard sausage to her mouth with her right hand, putting her left hand on the mattress for balance, and engulfed its head in her pretty mouth, making him gasp. Taking that as his cue, Joey began licking Yumi’s sweet pussy…her oyster, making her utter muffled moans of pleasure as she devoured his sausage, bobbing her head slowly and sensually, tasting him.

Not to be outdone, Sheila sensually licked his scrotum…snacking on his nuts as she had said she would do. Yumi moved her right hand to Joey’s upper thigh near Sheila’s left hand, rolling her tongue on the head of his sausage, making him squirm and enjoying it, as her Aphrodite pheromones once again filled the bedroom.

“Hmmm…somehow the Aphrodite pheromones give me more endurance and stamina… as Quentin said, they throw the ‘nads in overdrive! The double blowjob feels beyond amazing, yet I’m nowhere close to the edge, I love it!” Joey thought, enjoying every sensation, every moan, every squirm, and every taste.

As Yumi and Sheila double-teamed him, Joey fondled Yumi’s buttocks, licked her ‘oyster clit’ to anus, remembering how she had enjoyed it the night before. He then circled her labia with the tip of his tongue and repeated the process, encouraged by her coos of approval.

“She also seemed to dig this too…” Joey thought, moving his left hand to her pink anus, gently circling it with the tip of his middle finger with a feather touch.

“Oh God Joey yes!” Yumi grunted, interrupting and resuming her blowjob, her alabaster skin covered in goosebumps.

Sheila snickered.

“Wicked tongue huh?” Sheila said between licks.

“Uh-huh!” Yumi said, with Joey’s sausage still in her mouth.

"Fingers too!" Yumi thought, eating Joey's sausage with renewed vigor.

Yumi moaned loudly as Joey now spread her labia with his left hand’s thumb and forefinger, allowing her creamy love juice to flow freely from her oyster into his mouth; licking her from clit to slit. 

“Oh, he sure knows which buttons to push!” Yumi grunted, re-interrupting her blowjob, feeling a budding orgasm about to wash over her.

“Does he ever!” Sheila said, grinning as she interrupted her nuts snacking.

They resumed breakfast, Yumi’s moans of pleasure becoming increasingly frequent and commanding.

“Sounds like she’s getting close…time to kick this into overdrive!” Joey thought, remembering something else that Yumi really dug.

Joey sucked his left hand’s index and middle fingers, and gently inserted the tip of his middle finger in her ass, and the tip of his index in her vulva, flicking his tongue on her clit at double-speed.

“Oh Joey! Oh Joey! Ima ikimasu! YEEEEES!” Yumi squealed, surrendering to her orgasm.

Panting, she rolled off Joey’s muscular body and lay on her back next to Joey and Sheila; smiling, ample bosom rising and falling with each breath.

“Ima ikimasu?” Sheila asked, as she got to her knees.

Joey propped himself up on his left elbow to look at them both. Yumi snickered.

“Perhaps as I’m growing more comfortable with our mutual intimacy, Joey made me cum so fast it took me by surprise and I blurted ‘I’m cumming’ in Japanese!” Yumi said, blushing.

Sheila and Joey looked at each other and smiled.

“So…we’re officially a ménage à trois now?” Joey asked telepathically, his misgivings about it melting away, as Yumi was so sweet, sexy, lovable, and charming.

“I guess we are…she’s loyal, warm, sweet, and affectionate…and she brings the best out of the both of us…while I’m heterosexual…I don’t mind sharing you with her and only her!” Sheila telepathically replied, smiling warmly at him and Yumi.

“What?” Yumi asked, wondering why they were being so quiet.

“Let’s say that we just had an impromptu telepathic meeting…” Joey said, wrapping his hands around Yumi’s feet with a warm, smooth grip and kissing her big toes.

Sheila leaned forward and kissed Yumi on the lips.

“We’re in agreement. Like we said last night, now that we’ve opened that genie’s bottle, there’s no turning back. We’re both crazy about you. You took our sex life to the next level, and if you’re okay with it, we’d like us to follow in the line of Agent Townshend, Dana King and Lydia Bordon…” Sheila said, her voice trailing off.

“And, Michael Sullivan, Rachel Stevens and Crystal Warren…” Joey added, feeling the hair at the back of his neck standing.

“Oh you guys, futari tomo aishiteruyo! I mean, I love you both so much! I promise I won’t screw around!” Yumi said, smiling.

“This is as far as the circle goes Yumi, you, me and Joey. No other girl or guy allowed from our end either!” Sheila said, returning Yumi’s smile.

“And like I said last night, your role in the She-Legion is too important for you to give up, but our door is always open to you…” Joey said.

“So’s our bedroom! We’ll have Otto give you retinal scan access!” Sheila chimed in.

Joey chuckled and nodded.

“Need our help? Just call, and the Night Guardians will be on our way to assist the She-Legion.” Joey said.

“With bells on! You’re one of us now…hell, even Cesar and Cleopatra adore you!” Sheila said, grinning.

“The door to my humble abode in Delta City is open to you two as well, such as it is! So…She-Legionnaire and Night Guardian…I’m honored! Best of all, I have two new best friends and lovers!” Yumi said with a charming smile.

“Alright then…since Yumi came, your turn for sausage Sheila, I want your oyster!” Joey said with a grin, lying back down.

“Yummy!” Sheila said, emulating Yumi’s pose, straddling his face, shins on his muscular arms, knees on the mattress, and her pretty feet flanking his head.

“Spirits of my Ancestors be praised! I have many friends, but as of last night I have two close, intimate friends and lovers, may I never fail them!” Yumi thought in silent prayer, assuming the pose Sheila previously had between Joey’s legs, her smooth hands on his muscular thighs, and her face right in his crotch, breathing on his nuts.

Joey covered Sheila’s oyster with kisses, clit, labia, perianal region, anus, and then rubbed his lips on her labia, making her moan appreciatively. She lay her shapely, athletic, copper body on top of his, flicked her tongue on the tip of his sausage and took it into her pretty mouth as deeply as she could, pressing her double D-cuppers on his lower abdomen. Joey moaned his approval, and began lapping her oyster, going a bit cross-eyed from the intensity of the sensations.

“You’re so pretty…” Yumi said, looking up at Sheila between licks.

Sheila let Joey’s sausage slide out of her mouth, gently but firmly stroked it with her smooth right hand and smiled at Yumi.

“Thank you Yumi, you’re so adorable! Pretty, sexy…” Sheila said, as she stroked Joey’s sausage and Yumi tickled his nut sack.

“Hey, shall I give you two some privacy? I’m right here!” Joey said, sounding genuinely annoyed.

Sheila and Yumi exchanged a mischievous look and in a coordinated series of movements, Sheila pushed Joey’s face in her crotch with her feet, and swallowed his sausage as deep as she could while Yumi engulfed his nuts in her pretty mouth, rolling her tongue on his sack.

“HOLY SHIT! That’s too good!” Joey shouted, his voice muffled by Sheila’s labia, licking, and suckling Sheila’s clit.

“Sorry my hot hunk…oooohhh…I mean our hot hunk! Gasp! You-you know how much I enjoy teasing you! Moan…Yumi’s j-just helping me with the tease! We…gasp…we do it ‘cause we love you!  Right…oooh…right Yumi?” Sheila said, stroking his sausage with a stronger grip.

Yumi released his nuts with a gasp as Sheila resumed sucking his sausage.

“Yes! I love you both! And you both taste good!” Yumi said with a wicked grin, resuming her nut-licking.

“Feeling’s mutual!” Sheila and Joey telepathically projected, startling Yumi into a near-orgasmic sensation, making her slurp his nut sack back into her mouth, making Joey grunt.

Sensually and passionately, Yumi resumed rolling her tongue on his nut sack, taking great care not to bite, Joey moaning his approval. Sheila continued her blowjob, uttering muffled yelps of pleasure as he tongue-massaged the clit of her oyster.

“Okay…can’t lick her anus when she pushes my face into her pussy like this…but perhaps the feather touch will feel good to her too…” Joey thought privately, sliding his left hand from her left buttock to her anus, gently circling it with the tip of his middle finger with a feather touch.

“Uh-hmm! Uh-hmm!” Sheila moaned approvingly, still sucking Joey’s sausage.

Still feather-caressing her anus, Joey gently sucked Sheila’s clit into his mouth from under its hood, exposing her clit’s entire surface to his tongue, making her grunt loudly, surprised. Satisfied with the effect it was having on her, he began licking her clit in a slow, deliberate motion that made her entire body quiver and her toes curl. She released his sausage, gasping for air and moaning loudly, stroking his sausage with a firm grip of her smooth right hand.

“Oh my GOD Joey DON’T STOP!” Sheila shrieked, on the verge of her own orgasm.

Still snacking on Joey’s nuts Yumi looked up in awe as Sheila let go of Joey’s sausage and pushed herself up, hands grasping the mattress, body trembling and massive breasts jiggling, with an expression of pure unadulterated bliss on her face.

“Do it Sheila, cum! It’s your turn!” Yumi said, in a gentle voice.

“Don’t-stop-licking-Joey’s-nuts! His-cojones…I’m-about-to-¡ME CORRO!” Sheila shouted, throwing her head back and arching her back.

Light-headed, she collapsed onto Joey’s muscular body. She absent-mindedly stroke his shaft as she caught her breath, letting out a few yelps as Joey lapped her love juice; still cradling his head with her feet. Tenderly, he caressed her back and buttocks in a soothing gesture, Yumi still licking his nuts.

Chapter 3 - Meanwhile, in Brenda Wade’s Mega City pied-à-terre

Dressed in silk dressing-gowns that revealed a lot of flesh, Brenda Wade and Angela Grear enjoyed breakfast as Quentin Sullivan waited on them hand and foot.

“Take a break Quentin, sit down and have breakfast with us already!” Brenda said, smiling as she brought her coffee to her lips.

“Mind you, a girl sure could get used to this! Hot sex and breakfast in the morning? Are there any available bachelors in the Delta City Field office Sully?” Angela asked, with a wink.

Quentin opened his mouth, nearly blurting out ‘What the hell, am I the FBI’s in house match maker now?’ but chuckled as Brenda gave Angela’s shoulder a playful swat.

“Perhaps, but none as kind and considerate as Quentin and Chris!” Brenda said, glad that Quentin was finally joining them at the table for breakfast.

“Alright lovely ladies, I shall join you for breakfast!” Quentin said, putting his coffee cup on the table and his cell phone next to it.

Brenda rolled her eyes.

“Seriously Quentin must you? Can’t you enjoy breakfast without the damned cell phone?” Brenda said, shaking her head.

Quentin looked at her, left eyebrow raised.

“Right…says the girl who keeps her She-Legion communicator on ready 24-7, even when we make love!” Quentin said, pursing his lips at her as if he were blowing her a kiss.

“He got you there!” Angela said, grinning, taking a bite of toast.

Brenda chuckled and shrugged, looking sheepish.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to be a nag! Here, let me fuss over you, like you did for us!” Brenda said, serving him steak and eggs with toast from the platter in the center of the table.

Quentin leaned in and kissed her.

“I don’t mind the nagging my love, it means you care!” Quentin said with a smile, taking a sip of coffee.

He put his coffee down and took a bite of toast. He took a gander at his smartphone’s screen and saw he had a new voicemail, marked urgent.

“Oh dear, it completely slipped my mind…I forgot I’d put my phone on silent last night so we wouldn’t be disturbed…” Quentin mumbled as he shoveled a forkful of steak and eggs in his mouth.

Angela and Brenda giggled charmingly, observing him as they ate. He swallowed and brought his coffee to his lips, pressing autodial and bringing his smartphone to his ear. He put his coffee down and drew in a deep breath, with a bothered expression on his face.

“Oh geez, I know that look…something serious is up.” Brenda said, finishing her coffee and popping her last bite of steak and eggs in her mouth.

Quentin exhaled and hung up.

“No rest for the wicked…at least we had a wonderful time last night!” Quentin said, casting Brenda and Angela a loving glance.

“So…what’s up?” Brenda said.

“It would seem that someone in the Delta Field Office saw fit to go behind my back and recruited Wolf Woman to do some undercover work...” Quentin said, taking a bite of toast.

“Let me guess, she accepted without asking questions…sounds like her!” Angela said, rolling her eyes, finishing her breakfast.

“Her handler sounded like he was having a panic attack…seems that her mission’s gone awry, he says that there’s some video footage he’s hesitating to show me, but that I may need to see to give me an idea of the mess she got herself into…” Quentin said, with a sigh.

“Video footage? Was she infiltrating a clandestine smut film ring? Finish breakfast Quentin, we’ll tidy up and get dressed, sounds like we need to head back to Delta City ASAP.” Brenda said.

“Indeed, Luiza can handle herself but that message has got me worried now!” Angela said, as she and Brenda stood up from the table.

“After breakfast, I’ll touch base with her handler for the lowdown, we should call an emergency meeting at She-Legion Central. We need to get in touch with Wolf Woman and get her version of the facts.” Quentin said, his voice trailing off, focusing on breakfast as Brenda and Angela stood up from the table.

Chapter 4 - A Carnal breakfast part 2 –Joey’s turn and a bonus round

“Still nowhere close to cumming, yet both angel-babe and sweetie-babe already came…those Aphrodite pheromones are turning me into super-stud!” Joey thought, reveling in the sensations of Sheila’s warm, muscular body on top of his, her large breasts pressed against his lower abdomen, and Yumi’s wet mouth licking, suckling and kissing his nuts.

After a minute or so, Sheila snickered, kissed the tip of his sausage and slid off his body. She lay beside him and cuddled, kissing him.

“Super-stud indeed! It would seem that your Aphrodite pheromones increased Joey’s stamina tenfold! We’ve been double-teaming him for a good half hour and he still hasn’t cum! He’s as fresh as a daisy! Bring it in Yumi, snuggle up with us! We need to figure out something different so our Joey gets his morning orgasm too!” Sheila said, with a come hither gesture to Yumi.

Giggling charmingly, Yumi stopped her snacking on Joey’s nuts, moved from between his legs and to his other side, sandwiching Joey with their hot, sexy bodies.

“So, just because I scream I’m cumming in Japanese, you do the same in Spanish Sheila?” Yumi said, teasingly.

“It’s your darned Aphrodite pheromones! For a minute there I couldn’t remember English!” Sheila said, teasingly sticking out her tongue.

“Hm yeah…this is usually the part where one of our communicators chimes and interrupts the love-fest…” Joey mumbled, still unable to wipe the happy expression off his face.

"Okay, I have an idea! Visual and physical stimuli since Joey is Mr. Super-stud this morning! Joey, do Sheila doggy-style while we do 69! If the sight of Sheila's body on top of mine while you fuck her doesn't push you over the edge Joey, nothing will! But here's the twist: rather than eat your pussy, I'll lick Joey's nuts, I like the way they taste anyway!" Yumi said, unable to repress an excited blush.

"Wicked! But what if Joey makes me cum?" Sheila asked.

"Home court advantage, besides, you guys made me cum so many times last night already!" Yumi said with a charming smile.

"You're our guest Yumi, if Sheila and I both cum, I'll eat you out until you cum too...if you're cool with that Sheila." Joey said, wanting to be sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries.

"Well seeing that I'm straight and not exactly...comfortable with certain intimate girl-girl touching, it sounds like a good compromise! Then again, if I cum before Joey, we could always swap places again Yumi!" Sheila said, with a wink.

“I’d love that!” Yumi blurted out, and blushed, embarrassed that she sounded so eager.

Chuckling, Joey and Sheila got out of bed, allowing Yumi to scoot to the middle of the bed. Sheila climbed back in bed, and got on her hands and knees on top of Yumi, assuming position 69. They looked at Joey as he climbed in bed, and knelt behind Sheila, straddling Yumi's head. Sensually, Yumi resumed licking his nut sack as Joey slid his sausage into Sheila’s moist core, making them both moan and grunt.

“That’s it baby, don’t hold back, let go…let me feel your hot sticky cum all over my ass and back!” Sheila goaded him in a smooth, sultry voice as he rocked his pelvis back and forth, increasing his cadence.

“Mmmh, yeah Joey, do it! Wanna watch me lick your cum off her body?” Yumi said, interrupting and resuming her nut job.

“Oh yeah…only if I get to eat your pussy afterwards!” Joey said, breathing hard as Sheila’s pussy and firm ass, Yumi’s soft, wet tongue, the dirty talk, mental imagery and Aphrodite pheromones were pushing him over the edge.

“We-oooh-already-gasp-agreed you could! Only-moan-fair, since-hmmm-I’m close to cum-cumming again!” Sheila said, also gasping for air, feeling another orgasm budding within her.

On cue, Yumi began alternating her licks between Joey’s nuts and Sheila’s clit, wanting them both to cum.

“Oh yeah Yumi, that feels so good!” Sheila yelped, on the verge of her second orgasm.

“Keep licking her clit Yumi, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna shoot my load on her hot copper ass and back!” Joey grunted, pulling out of Sheila’s tight pussy grunting with each hot, sticky salvo that hit Sheila’s firm, shapely ass and back, who yelped and moaned her approval with each shot.

Yumi buried her face in Sheila’s crotch, rubbing her lips on her pussy and licking her clit, pushing her over the edge.

“OH MY GOD YUMI YES!” Sheila shrieked, surrendering to orgasm number 2.

Joey sat back wanting to watch Yumi lick Sheila clean.

Picking up his thought and light headed, Sheila moved to Yumi’s side, staying on her hands and knees.

“Tongue bath please!” Sheila said in a teasing voice, winking at her.

“With pleasure!” Yumi said, getting to her knees, grinning.

“The emergency lines still haven’t rung…unbelievable!” Joey thought, with an amused smirk, enthralled by the sight of Yumi bending over Sheila’s shapely ass, tongue out.

With a smouldering look on her face, Yumi looked at Steven as she licked his spunk of Sheila’s ass, and back.

“So dirty, yet sensual…does Joey’s nut juice taste good?” Sheila said, with a cat-like smile on her lips.

“I love it, so creamy…your skin tastes good too Sheila!” Yumi said, licking her clean.

“There’s one little secret we won’t tell Nana Carmen!” Joey said, chuckling.

Sheila snickered and shivered as Yumi traced a line with her tongue, which went from Sheila’s butt crack and followed her spine all the way up to the nape of her neck.

“Then again, don’t sell Nana short, she was a flower child after all! Your turn to cum Yumi, Joey, if you’ll do the honors? Sheila said, kneeling up.

“With great pleasure! Ms. Lee, please lie down and allow me to pleasure you!” Joey said, smiling.

“Oh, such a gentleman!” Yumi said, lying on her back.

She opened her legs and pushed her fleshy breasts together, eyes closed. Joey lay on his stomach between her legs, wrapping his arms around her as she lay her legs on top of him, resting her smooth feet on his muscular buttocks. Smiling, Sheila crouched to Yumi’s right and brought her mouth to her right nipple. Yumi opened her eyes and smiled at Sheila.

“I realize you’re not comfortable with certain girl-girl touching Sheila, you don’t have to if doesn’t appeal to you!” Yumi said, in a sweet voice.

“Sweetie, you just gave my ass and back a tongue bath, I’m quite comfortable with kissing, licking and sucking your clean nipple!” Sheila said, with a wink.

“You can bite it too Sheila! Do it Joey, the anticipation is driving me crazy!” Yumi said, closing her eyes again.

Tenderly, Joey kissed her labia, clit and anus, making her gasp and coo. Sheila circled her right nipple with her tongue, making it stiff and hard, and then gently bit it.

“Yes…don’t be afraid to bite harder Sheila, I’ll let you know if it’s too hard!” Yumi moaned.

She gasped as Sheila bit her nipple a bit harder, rolling it between her teeth, and yelped as Joey’s talented tongue began lapping her, anus to clit, varying his cadence and punctuating the licks with kisses on her clit. Yumi breathed faster, her ample bosom rising and falling with every breath, moaning in a high-pitched voice.

“That’s…perfect…just perfect!” Yumi moaned, lost in sensation.

“If either one of our communicators chimes now, I’m gonna scream!” Joey telepathically projected to Sheila and Yumi, making them giggle.

“Do you…gasp…Joey, d-do you know…GASP…where the G-spot is?” Yumi stammered, feeling her second orgasm building up.

Joey and Sheila traded a sideways glance and smirked.

“I do believe I can muddle my way through Yumi, want a g-spot probe while I lick your clit?” Joey asked, interrupting his lip service.

“Yeah…oh Sheila that’s the just right bite strength! Do it again please!” Yumi grunted, her orgasm building momentum.

Giggling, Sheila repeated the hard bite to Yumi’s nipple, and rolled it between her teeth; enjoying Yumi’s loud grunts of pleasure. Licking her clit at double speed, Joey inserted his right hand forefinger in Yumi’s hot, wet slit probed her vagina’s inner wall and located its ridged surface, exerting pressure on it in a circular motion.

“Oh…ohh…OHHH! Easy Joey…I feel like I’m gonna squirt!” Yumi said, trying to delay her orgasm, embarrassed.

“Do it Yumi, we can change the bed, don’t be shy, do it!” Sheila said in a breathy voice that gave both Yumi and Joey goosebumps.

“That’s right Yumi, all over my face!” Joey said.

In perfect sync, Joey resumed his G-spot massage and clit licking while Sheila tenderly massaged Yumi’s nipple with her tongue.

“That’s it, Joey, Sheila… Ima iki…I mean I’m cumming agaiiiin!” Yumi shrieked, squirting all over Joey’s hand and face.

“I just learned a new skill…now I can make you squirt too angel babe!” Joey telepathically said, wiping his face with his left hand.

“See, I told you she brought our game to the next level!” Sheila telepathically replied, kissing Yumi’s right nipple and then her lips.

Joey got to his knees and Sheila grabbed him by the nape of the neck, planting a kiss on his lips, ignoring Yumi’s secretions on his face.

“Aphrodite physiology is something else, her secretions actually taste good!” Sheila thought, as Yumi sat up.

Yumi grabbed Joey’s right hand and licked her cum from his fingers.

Chapter 5 – After breakfast

“Kiss Yumi too Joey!” Sheila said, smiling.

“My pleasure, come here young lady!” Joey said gently grabbing her face.

In a repeat of the kiss he had given her in the Chariot, Joey forcefully kissed her, making her moan her approval. One of their communicators chimed, and Joey let go of Yumi, moaning his disapproval.

“Kiss interrupted but not the sex, that’s a win in my book!” Joey said with a shrug, making Sheila and Yumi chuckle.

Sheila reached for her communicator on the night table, while Yumi slid out of bed, going through her clothes on the floor for hers.

“Not mine!” Sheila said.

“Not mine either!” Yumi said.

Joey moaned and reached for his communicator on the night table on his side of the bed. He smirked.

“Good morning mon frère, how are you this fine morning?” Joey said grinning.

“Hi Sully!” Sheila and Yumi chimed in unison.

They picked up their clothes from the floor, Yumi laying them on the bed so she could get dressed, Sheila tossing hers in the laundry hamper.

“Yeah, I’ll need a fresh change of clothes when I get home…” Yumi said, slipping her panties on.

Joey chuckled and rolled his eyes at Quentin’s reply.

“Hey, hey, you know me better than to kiss and tell! I see…uh huh, no problem, the Chariot will have her back in Delta City in no time, say…things are pretty quiet around these parts, mind if we tag along?” Joey asked, smiling at Sheila and Yumi.

Joey nodded.

“Great, see you later!” Joey said, terminating the link.

“What was that all about?” Yumi asked with a curious frown, now slipping her bra on.

“Looks like we’re heading to Delta City, Sister Wolf Woman is in a bind and Brother Quentin said our help wouldn’t go amiss!” Joey said, getting out of bed as Sheila walked over to her dresser for clean underwear.

“The damned She-Legion curse…agreed things got better, but it’s still there.” Yumi said as she grabbed her track pants, looking glum.

Sheila put her hand on Yumi’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. Yumi looked at her and smiled.

“Well I did say things got better!” Yumi said, picking up her track pants from the floor while Sheila lay her clean underwear next to Yumi’s top.

She slipped her panties on and reached for her communicator.

“I’m glad to join our She-Legion sisters in Delta City, but I’d feel better if someone were here to mind the fort while we’re away…” Sheila said, dialing Ms. Americana’s direct line.

“Oh, hi Brenda! Yes, Joey offered to help! Say, remember that thing we discussed yesterday? Great, could you have Annie brief them? Thanks Brenda, much appreciated, see you guys in a bit!” Sheila said, terminating the link.

She picked up her bra and looked at Joey who observed them getting dressed with a dreamy look on his face and snickered.

“Earth to Joey! Snap out of it and get dressed already! We have time for coffee and a light breakfast before we get going!” Sheila said, fastening her bra.

Yumi laughed, her large breasts jigging merrily in her bra as she slipped on her track pants.

“Yes ma’am! Joey said, picking up his clothes from the floor, tossing them in the hamper, and then going to his dresser for a clean change of clothes.

Sheila entered her walk-in closet to elect an outfit while Joey slipped on a pair of boxer briefs. He snapped his fingers, remembering something.

“Otto?” Joey said.

“Yes Mister Lucas?” Otto’s automated voice said.

“We may be out of town for a few days, please have the pet sitter show up effective today, until further notice.” Joey said.

“Placing the request now Mister Lucas, Cesar and Cleopatra will be cared for. Any special instructions?” Otto replied.

“Full security lockdown on all Night Guardian-related areas. Full lockdown also on the patio and whirlpool areas, the last thing we need is someone drowning in the swimming pool or Jacuzzi while we’re away.” Joey said, sitting down to slip on a pair of socks.

“A sound precaution Mister Lucas.” Otto replied.

Fully dressed, Yumi sat next to him and smiled.

Sheila stepped out of the walk-in closet, clad in a leather skirt and heels, buttoning up her silk blouse.

“Oh Otto, has Annie updated you yet?” Sheila asked, slipping her molecular device bracelet on her wrist.

“Indeed Ms. Holly, Power Lass and Champion Girl are en route to Mega City and will temporarily reside in Ms. Wade’s Mega City property. They have been briefed on Mega City’s criminal element and say that ‘it will be a nice change of pace’” Otto said.

Yumi snickered and Joey finished getting dressed.

“They’re expecting Angel Ariella, Azure Angel and reverend Justice…so, Justice!” Joey said in the molecular device on his watch’s bracelet, transforming into Reverend Justice.

Smiling, Sheila brought her molecular device to her lips.

“Ariella!” Sheila said, transforming into Angel Ariella.

“Mine doesn’t have voice command, but…the molecular device switches from my watch to my belt during wardrobe changes.” Yumi said, pressing the secret button on her wrist watch.

With a nod, they left the bedroom and made their way to the rooftop hangar.

Chapter 6 – Legionnaire in jeopardy

She-Legion Central Boardroom

Gathered together were Ms. Americana, Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Flag Girl, Night Raven, Angel Ariella, Got Gal, Got Chick, Jungle Babe, Amazing Babe, Special Agent Sullivan, Special Agent Townshend and Reverend Justice.

“Thank you all for showing up so promptly, and thanks to our friends the Night Guardians for offering their assistance.” Ms. Americana said, smiling at them.

“And our thanks to Power Lass and Champion Girl for volunteering to keep an eye on Mega City while we help!” Ariella said, returning her smile and Reverend Justice courteously tipping his hat.

“Quentin, you have the floor.” Ms. Americana said, discretely patting his lap under the table.

Quentin inhaled and nodded.

“Here’s what I’ve managed to piece together thus far. Chronologically, our friend Wolf Woman requested a leave of absence a few weeks ago, which the tabloids dubbed ‘Wolf Woman quits the She-Legion’. As it turns out, that story was planted by the same FBI Special ops division I’m part of.” Sullivan said, shaking his head.

“Say what? They’re not in a habit of keeping you out of the loop!” Townshend said, frowning.

Sullivan nodded with a disgusted wince.

“It would seem that the newly minted Field Office Director got a bit overzealous and decided to skip the middle man…” Sullivan said, hiking his thumbs to his chest.

“Which I’m sure our superiors in Washington DC will reprimand.” Townshend said.

Sullivan smiled and nodded.

“Indeed they can and will, given what happened next…said story was planted to cover the fact that Wolf Woman was in fact recruited as an undercover agent to infiltrate a clandestine sadomasochist catfight outfit. Big bucks involved, betting…and for lack of a better term, glorified prostitution to the highest bidder according to Wolf Woman’s reports to her handler, Special Agent Ross.” Sullivan said.

Ariella and Reverend Justice looked at each other.

“Does that ring a bell Ariella?” Ms. Americana asked, all eyes turning to her.

“It somewhat does…remember what I said about the Eden Clan’s turn to adult entertainment? They have a similar porn fight channel, though all performers are acting, it’s more or less a live sex-show for paying customers, no one really gets hurt. I could contact her Ladyship and see if she has any info about a similar outfit in Delta City.” Ariella said, Reverend Justice nodding.

Sullivan and Ms. Americana looked at each other and nodded.

“Excellent idea, but let’s finish our briefing first, there’s some extra information you may all find…troubling. According to Agent Ross, Wolf Woman noticed a change in behavior with her peers, rational before a bout, but increasingly aggressive both physically and sexually as the bouts progressed. You see, those fights follow a two out of three falls pattern.” Sullivan said.

“Similar to amateur wrestling if no winner is determined after two falls.” Reverend Justice said.

“Yep, and there’s a reason for that…there is a one-minute break between falls so the competitors may catch their breath and have a sip of water. While she couldn’t put her finger on it at first, she noticed that the more parched her opponents got, the more bottled water they drank, and the more aggressive and horny they got.” Quentin said.

“Water spiked with some sort of aphrodisiac drug no doubt, gotta wonder how Wolf Woman herself wasn’t affected.” Amazing Babe said, pensively.

“Perhaps her Aphrodite constitution combined with the anti-sedative counteracted the drug?” Jungle Babe said.

“It’s as good an explanation as any. Wolf Woman managed to sneak a bottle in her gym bag and later handed it over to Agent Ross for analysis. That water contained a concentration of a synthetic aphrodisiac that makes Aphrodite pheromones pale in comparison. The Bureau should have pulled the plug on the mission right then and there in my opinion…” Quentin said, his voice trailing off.

“I’m almost afraid to ask…any precognitive flashes Reverend?” Townshend asked.

“None Brother Chris, though I do confess having this vague sense of doom, how about you angel-babe?” Reverend Justice said.

“Agreed my Preacher, nothing too concrete, though Brother Quentin is hard to read due to the concussion he suffered a few years ago.” Ariella said.

A sad smile crossed Sullivan’s lips.

“Then last night, this happened…if you’re squeamish, you may want to leave the room. This footage is graphic enough that Ross stepped down as her handler and I became Wolf Woman’s handler at her request.” Quentin said, drawing in a deep breath.

“Wolf Woman’s our friend, whatever happened, we need to know!” Got Gal said, the other She-Legionnaires nodding in agreement.

“Okay then, brace yourselves…there’s nothing remotely sexy about this.” Sullivan said, switching the boardroom’s large screen monitor on and pairing his smartphone with it.

He drew in another deep breath, opened the enclosure, and hit play. At first, Wolf Woman is in control, taller and stronger than her opponent, who is easily stripped down to her bottom and boots in the middle of the second fall. Wolf Woman showboats a bit to the crowd and pounces on her opponent, overpowering her and going after her bottom, which would assure her victory. Two masked men interfere, one knocks the referee out and the other clips Wolf Woman’s left leg from behind.

The mayhem that ensued onscreen had all attending the meeting holding hands, feeling helpless and disgusted at what was happening to their friend.

Wolf Woman’s opponent and her two goons were now stomping and kicking her, and then stripped her naked leaving her dressed in her mask alone.

“I wonder why they left her mask on and respected her secret identity?” Flag Girl wondered, feeling sick to her stomach.

The two men dropped their pants while some fans were being held back by Security as they tried to jump the barrier, booing copiously. Wolf Woman screamed in agony as one goon penetrated her anus as she lay prone face down on the mat. He rolled onto his back so she was on top, allowing his crony to penetrate her pussy, while her opponent removed her own bottom and squatted on Wolf Woman’s face, forcing her to lick her pussy.

Finally, two fans knocked down a Security Officer and charged the ring with chairs, forcing the two goons and the female opponent to flee, laughing.  Security swarmed the ring, but rather than helping Wolf Woman out, they escorted the two fans out, and led Wolf Woman to the Loser’s Door, to be fucked by the highest bidder, raising more ire from the crowd, screams of “this is bullshit!”, “Amazonia lost, take her to the Loser’s Door!” and “we want our money back!” resonating in the small auditorium.

Sullivan shut off the boardroom’s large screen monitor.

“I think we could all use a recess…let’s reconvene in fifteen minutes.” Ms. Americana said, wiping a few tears coursing from under her mask.

“Seconded…” Lady Midnight said, her voice cracking.

“I…I’ll call my contact with the Sisters of Sin.” Ariella said.

Chapter 7 – La Mujer Lobo

Fifteen minutes later, they reconvened.

“Ariella, any usable info from the Sisters of Sin?” Ms. Americana asked.

“Not much, other than that they are aware of the competition from Delta City and that it’s cutting into their profits. Lady Eden assures us of their full cooperation and that they’ll fill us in if they hear anything.”  Ariella said.

“Well, that’s a step in the right direction anyway!” Lady Midnight said.

“Agreed, we need all the help we can get, even from female mobsters!” Flag Girl said.

“Got that right Flag Girl…during recess I’ve traded text messages with Wolf Woman, we should be video conferencing with her in a few minutes…she said that the two fans who jumped the barrier and came to her aid were two undercover agents assigned to watch her back. But now that they’ve been barred from the auditorium, she’s gonna need a new backup crew.” Sullivan said, switching on the boardroom computer along with the large screen monitor.

“Why do I get the feeling we’re about to get drafted again?” Townshend said, making Sullivan chuckle in spite of the circumstances.

He typed in Wolf Woman’s secure address and clicked dial. Holding their breath, the joint She-Legion, FBI and Night Guardian team awaited the call to be picked up. Almost simultaneously, they exhaled, as their friend Luiza Torrez answered the video call, looking tired but otherwise okay.

A blur of “Hi Wolfie”, “Are you okay”, “Poor Luiza we can help” greeted her, making her chuckle quietly.

“I’m all better y’all, don’t forget us Aphrodite types heal fast!  It’s just a bad memory now, and I’m itching for payback!  Dios it’s good to see you guys! Angel Ariella and Reverend Justice I presume?” Luiza said, addressing the room.

“In the flesh and pleased to meet you! Tell us what you need Sister Wolf Woman, Preacher and I are at your disposal.” Ariella said with a nod.

“She speaks for all of us Wolf Woman. Tell us what you need, you have our full support.” Sullivan said.

“I…was kind of expecting that you’d come up with a plan Sully…” Luiza said, lowering her eyes.

“This is your baby Luiza, your collar. You got the inside scoop.  We’re willing to give you all the backup you require, but you’re in charge, what do you need?” Sullivan said.

Luiza let out a frustrated sigh.

“Damn it Sully, I’m a fuckup! No matter how much your procedures helped us, this leopard can’t change its spots, I keep repeating the same fucking mistakes! Don’t make me beg you Sully, tell me what to do next!” Luiza said, her voice cracking, on the verge of tears.

“Hey! What kind of language is that?” Night Raven snapped.

“She’s right Luiza, it’s alright to have self-doubt, but you’re better than this!” Got Gal said.

“But…” Luiza tried to interject.

“Sounds like we have more faith in you than you do sweetie, like Quentin said, we’re willing to assist you; what do you need?” Ms. Americana said, interrupting her.

Luiza let out another sigh.

“Alright damn you…I’ll need new plants…hopefully more than two to watch my back from the stands. And…since Amazonia used two masked goons to do her dirty work, I’ll need two of my own, and one of them has to be you Sully, that’s non-negotiable!” Luiza said, shooting an angry look at Sullivan.

They chuckled, Luiza chuckling along after a few moments.

“I think that can be arranged easily! Preacher, you’ve wrestled both amateur and professional, would you like to second me in being her bodyguard? Sullivan asked.

“It would my honor, though I must make it clear, I do not wish to engage in the same type of sexual violence Sister Luiza was subjected to.” Reverend Justice said, Ariella giving his thigh an affectionate squeeze.

“Agreed, mind you a red-bottom spanking might be allowed?” Sullivan said, looking at Ms. Americana.

She chuckled.

“I would consider it acceptable, how about you Ariella?” Ms. Americana said, smiling at her.

“Hey, Preacher’s supposed to save his spankings for me!” Ariella said with a wink and a mischievous smirk.

Reverend Justice sighed, eyes closed as the sound of giggling spread through the boardroom, Luiza covered her mouth, trying to hide her smirking face.

“I see, now you tease me vocally instead of telepathically Miss Wisenheimer? Trying to make me blush in front of our new friends?” he said, stern-faced, repressing his own urge to giggle.

“I’d say she actually succeeded Preacher!” Azure angel chimed in.

“Et tu Az? Seriously?” he said, trying to sound annoyed, the giggles turning into louder laughter.

“Relax my Preacher! In this case however, I'd say she richly deserves at least that.” Ariella added as her expression turned serious once more.

“You got it Luiza, Preacher and I will be your ‘hired muscle’, and we’ll have so many plants in the crowd that your back will be covered regardless of the circumstances. Tell us the where and when of your next card and we’ll be there, I’m sure the Wade and Holly Foundations will cover the cost of membership of our plants.” Sullivan said.

“Absolutely!” Ms. Americana said.

“Without giving it a second thought!” Ariella said.

“Plants?” Got Chick said, looking puzzled.

“Participants planted in the crowd young sister, professional wrestling jargon…I have a feeling we won’t lack volunteers for plants in this very room!” Reverend Justice said, smiling.

“Amen!” Night Raven said.

“You bet!” Azure Angel said.

“With bells on!” Flag Girl said.

“Count me in!” Townshend said.

“Me too!” Amazing Babe said.

“I am sure Ariella and I will also be there to keep an eye on your bodyguards Wolf Woman!” Ms. Americana said.

“Mind you, some of us should stay back and mind the fort…” Lady Midnight said.

“Agreed, Hexanna’s meditative cycle should be done soon, so she’ll be joining us at HQ. Green Specter, Specter Girl and Omega Woman are on the next shift; and I don’t mind staying back with you to mind the fort Lady Midnight.” Jungle Babe said.

“I guess news reporter Tanya O’Donnell would stick out like a sore thumb in a clandestine fight club, so Got Chick and I will stay back too… but say the word and we’ll come charging!” Got Gal said.

“We all will!” Lady Midnight said.

“Muchas gracias à todo…I feel better already!” Luiza said with a genuine smile.

“Now if I may make a suggestion?” Reverend Justice said.

“By all means Reverend!” Sullivan said.

“Sister Luiza, while I’m not sure what kind of managerial hierarchy that outlaw outfit has, it likely has a booker, agents, a promoter and some sort of general manager, does it?” Reverend Justice asked.

Luiza nodded pensively.

“Not much need for agents since the fights are genuine shoots…the booker doubles as a promoter since the fights only occur in the one auditorium and are broadcast over the internet. His name’s Rick Carpenter.” Luiza said.

“Carpenter? Robinson busted him three years ago for operating an illegal casino with actual fights to the death using homeless people. How he managed to make parole is beyond me!” Townshend said with a disgusted wince.

“Ay, no wonder he always gave me the creeps! The general manager never shows up in person. Only communicates his or her intentions directly to Carpenter.” Luiza said.

“My hunch is that like most criminals, Carpenter and the one whose ass he kisses both suffer from the third deadly sin, greed. Contact Carpenter, let him know that after what happened to you and the way the crowd was behind you; fans will pay a small fortune to see you get your revenge. Lots of profit from ticket sales and gambling. That should be a good enough incentive for him to allow Brother Quentin and I to join you as your posse without too many questions.” Reverend Justice said.

“Good one!” Townshend said, smiling.

All in attendance nodded their approval, Ariella patted his lap while Azure Angel gave his muscular shoulder a friendly squeeze.

“Señor Predicador, as much as I loathe Rick Carpenter, I would love to dangle that carrot in front of his burro face!  Muchas gracias! And since you’ve all agreed to help, here’s what you need to know. The typical webcast features 5 or 6 contests. You’re already aware of the aphrodisiac-spiked water bottles?” Wolf Woman asked.

“Yep.” Sullivan said.

“I am.” Reverend Justice said, as everyone else nodded.

“Okay, to spice things up, the preliminary contests also feature men vs women bouts. That’s to get bidders horny and make them spend their life savings for a chance of fucking the loser of the Main Event.” Wolf Woman said.

“Okay, so that explains the presence of male contestants on the webcasts!” Flag Girl said.

“Uh huh, and you’re saying that not every loser goes through the Loser’s door?” Lady Midnight asked.

“Nope, that’s reserved to the Main Eventers. In the prelims, the winner fucks the loser in the ring. You’d think that the men win most of those, but no…I’ve witnessed a few scrawny, pasty gringos get pegged in the ass with a strap on!” Wolf Woman said.

“Holy shit…” Townshend mumbled.

“Agreed, I’ve also seen the reverse, where the man wins and fucks the woman. There are a few girl on girl prelims as well, but the Main Events are exclusively girl on girl. The whole point is to get everybody horny as fuck, spending as much cash as possible. Agreed the contestants get hornier and hornier from drinking the water between falls.” Wolf Woman said.

“I’m still puzzled as far as how the aphrodisiac didn’t influence you!” Amazing Babe said.

“Well, one of the lessons I’ve kept from Sully is, show up prepared just in case…I’ve taken the anti-anesthetic before each webcast, anticipating knock-out gas or getting chloroformed…just in case the headlines that I quit the She-Legion weren’t believable…looks like the anti-anesthetic also worked on the synthetic aphrodisiac.” Wolf Woman said, shrugging.

“I knew it!” Jungle Babe said, snickering, everyone chuckling along.

“Muy bien then, I’ll get on it right now, and I’ll get back to you with the time and place. Hasta luego…see you soon!” Luiza said, with a determined expression on her pretty face, terminating the video call.

“Ariella and I will get busy purchasing memberships for our plants.” Ms. Americana said, standing up.

“I’m right behind you, Sister Americana!” Ariella said.

“Brother Sullivan, if you’ll come with me I’ll get us geared up for wrestling!” Reverend Justice said, standing up.

“I guess us plants need to get into our Civilian gear…I’ll drop by my place for a clean change of clothes and be right back.” Azure Angel said.

Chapter 8 – Retribution before Justice

Capitol Auditorium, Extreme Submission Wrestling Webcast

"We hear that Wolf Woman is alright and that she personally requested that Amazonia and the Marauders not be suspended, she says Amazonia is hers to stomp into the ground and that she has a surprise in store for the Marauders." play by play man Skip Ryan said.

"Well we all know of Wolf Woman's strength and resiliency prior to her return to the ring, and look at it this way, up until last week she dominated - no pun intended - the competition! It took two large men, and Amazonia, who's no slouch, to get Wolf Woman down!  And we all know that Amazonia lost by disqualification, she's the one who should have faced the loser's door; so mark my words, this is not over!"  Ring announcer and co-host Peter Day said.

"And to our members joining us now, you’re just in time for the main event, and as you can tell, the technical difficulties we experienced last week at the announcer’s table have been fixed, and you will actually hear us!" Skip said, as he got the cue in his earpiece from Rick Carpenter to introduce the main event.

“The following contest is a two out of three falls bout. The contestant who strips her opponent naked first will be declared the winner, while the loser must submit to her whims for 20 minutes before facing the highest bidder behind the loser’s door. Introducing first, from Saint Paul Minnesota, weighing in at a muscular 150 lbs, the Swede Sensation the mighty Frigga! And now making her way to the ring accompanied by the Marauders, from the Amazon Jungle, weighing in at a lean 135 lbs; the Queen of the Virgin Forrest, Amazonia! The referee, Steve DiCarlo.” Peter said, as Amazonia and the Marauders were greeted by a loud chorus of boos.

“Well, the ref pats down the gals- lucky bastard – to make sure they haven’t oiled their bodies up to have an edge during the fight, then he’ll call for the bell…ah damn, not again?” Skip shouted, as the Marauders stormed the ring, assaulting the referee while Amazonia jumped Frigga from behind.

The crowd engaged in a chant of “This is bullshit!” While others booed copiously as Amazonia was getting up to the same shenanigans as she had done the previous week. Skip received another cue from Carpenter in his earpiece.

“Okay, it sounds like there’s a commotion coming from the lockers…hey wait a minute, that’s Wolf Woman! She’s charging the ring and she’s not alone!” Skip shouted excitedly, as she and two men in black masks stormed the ring.

One black masked man elbowed Marauder one in the chest, knocking him on his back, clutching his chest. The second black masked man leveled Marauder two with a stiff savate kick to the head, and Wolf Woman head-butted Amazonia, knocking her down semi-conscious. Frigga crawled to the referee, trying to revive him. They slid out of the ring, heading for safety as the chaos continued in the ring.

“Marauder #1 caught in a bad way with his head between Black mask one’s knees, Black mask grabs him by the hips, flips him up...pile driver! And now Black mask stomps a mud hole in Marauder #1! Amazonia’s rolling on the canvas, holding her head in excruciating pain, Wolf Woman grabs her by the leg…yes folks she’s undressing her! The other Black mask helps Marauder #2 to his feet…and another jumping savate kick to the back of the head, sweet baby Jesus that could have snapped his neck Peter! Both Marauders are out cold, and the Black masks are high fiving!” Skip said, the crowd cheering loudly and howling like wolves.

“Hold her still!” Wolf Woman commanded, her partners complying.

Holding Amazonia by the wrists and ankles, they observed as Wolf Woman untied Amazonia’s string bikini and pulled them off. A mixed chant of “Fuck her hard!” “DP her!” and “Deep throat her!” resonated in the auditorium, blending in with the cheers. They released her, and she half-consciously rolled onto her side, hands up to protect her head. Wolf Woman and the Black masks circled the fallen Amazonia. Triumphantly clutching Amazonia’s jaguar print bikini, Wolf Woman arched her back, knees bent and howled loudly, emulated by her black masked partners.

“Wolf Woman’s back with her own Wolfpack!” Skip said, the crowd chanting their approval, howling along.

“Pick her up!” Wolf Woman screamed.

One of the Black masks scooped Amazonia from the canvas, sat on one of the turnbuckles and flipped her face down across his knees. He then proceeded to spank her stiffly, making her shriek as her shapely tanned buttocks turned a deep shade of red. The other Black mask walked back and forth, arms raised in victory. With a livid look on her face, Wolf Woman pointed a finger at Amazonia, screaming at her.

“Not so funny now eh you slime ball? I took your bullet last week, this time you’re taking Frigga’s! Guys, take her to the Loser’s door!” Wolf Woman commanded.

The Black masks grabbed her by the arms and legs and carried her out of the ring following Wolf Woman to the Loser’s door, the crowd chanting “You had it coming!”

“Well, what goes around comes around, Amazonia and her goons just got a taste of their own medicine!” Skip said.

“I call it karma Skip! While Security calls in the EMT’s to cart the Marauders out of the ring I’ll try to catch up with Wolf Woman and get a few words!” Peter said, picking up his wireless mic and leaving the announcer’s table.

He jogged towards the Loser’s door waving at Wolf Woman and her masked bodyguards, hoping to get their attention. He finally caught up with them as Wolf Woman held the Loser’s door open. The masked men tossed Amazonia through the open door like a sack of potatoes, and Wolf Woman slammed the door shut. They gave each other a three-way high-five and noticed Peter Day approaching them.

“Oh geez…” Wolf Woman mumbled.

“Wolf Woman, thank God you’re okay! Back full force with reinforcements!” Peter said.

The crowd cheered loudly, making Wolf Woman rethink the harsh response she had in mind.

“Well puny, it goes like this, if you wanna dance, you gotta pay the fiddler! Like my old Nana used to say, you wanna play with the big kids chica? Then don’t go cryin’ to Nana if you get hurt! You pulled a fast one on me last week, good for you, you got away with it short term. Long-term though…welcome to the big leagues little girl, you’re palyin’ with the big kids, and you paid the price. Tell ‘em boys.” Wolf Woman said, grinning at the nearest camera.

Day looked as the slimmer Black masked man took the mic.

“You know the old saying, blood’s thicker than water. See those bandages on our wrists? We had a blood sharing ceremony a few days after the stunt you pulled last week. Wolf Woman’s our blood sister, and what happened today is just a small sample of the heap of trouble you got yourselves into.” Slim said, taking a step back to allow the bulkier Black masked man to speak.

“Amazonia, Marauders, you awoke this Wolfpack when you triple-teamed our sister last week. Now, we’re on the hunt! We smell blood, your blood! But we won’t send you packing here and now, oh no that would be too merciful! This is just the beginning of us picking you apart, piece by piece, until you’re on your knees begging us to stop! You think my brother spanking you was humiliating you Brazilian slut? Think again, we got way worse in store for you!” Bulky said.

The Wolfpack triple high-fived again and left for the locker rooms under heavy applause.

Chapter 9 – Walls do not a Prison make

Broken Hill Maximum Security Women’s Detention Center Media Library

“Those fools…granting me limited right to use to a computer with internet access!” inmate Mei Gui Ting, better known as Dragon Queen, thought with a smug smirk.

Under their very noses, she had managed to write and upload a program that overwrote the Center’s security system, including the close-circuit camera sequences at her whim, hiding what she did on the internet, as well as her business dealings outside the Prison walls. In this particular instance, she was trading emails with Rick Carpenter regarding the recent ESW webcast when the guard assigned to her, an attractive young man named Ray D’Amato, approached her.

“Time’s up gorgeous, I’ll walk you back to your cell.” D’Amato said, feeling his pulse race.

She seductively pursed her lips at him as if blowing a kiss.

“A blow job got me a half-hour, how much extra will you give me if I let you fuck my pussy?” she said, seductively licking her lips.

“An extra hour…” D’Amato said, his mouth feeling dry.

“That’s a good boy, you do know I can manipulate the cameras and media Library Schedule don’t you?  Lock that door and do me doggy-style while I conclude my online business!” she said, pulling her Prison jumpsuit’s zipper down.

D’Amato hurried to the Media Library’s door, making her laugh.

“Men…so easily manipulated! Cute but dumb with a big cock, just like I like them!”  She thought, toeing off her shoes and pulling her jumpsuit’s zipper all the way down.

She slipped out of the jumpsuit, moved the chair out of the way, and leaned forward, putting her left hand on the computer desk for balance and typing with the right, playing a repeat loop of herself browsing the internet and then doctored the Media Library’s schedule, adding an extra hour. She teasingly wiggled her shapely ass as D’Amato returned, unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down.

“That’s right…fuck your Queen’s tight pussy while she works!” she said, focusing her attention on the computer screen.

“My Queen, seriously? I answer to Lady Eden you Asian slut! Anyway, things were getting boring in here, if giving her extra web time gives me some pussy on top of the blowjob she already gave me…I’ll let the Queen comment slide!” D’Amato thought, as his hands grabbed onto Dragon Queen’s slim waist, and he slid his cock into her hot, wet pussy.

“Hmm! Nice and slow big boy, nice and slow!” she said, breathing deeply, getting an odd jolt out of being fucked while observing the rest of the ESW webcast and typing her email.

“I gotta say I missed the feel of a hard cock in my pussy! Being fucked while watching porn…kinky!” She said, her voice taking a nasal, whiney tone, pleasure weakening her focus.

She stopped typing, grabbing the edge of the computer desk with both hands, pushing her ass back, grinding it against D’Amato’s lower body, wanting to feel him all the way in her, his glans pushing against her cervix. The mixed sensation of pleasure and pain pushed her ever closer to a vaginal orgasm, one she hadn’t experienced for a long time.

“I’ve given oral, swallowed cum, even took it in the ass a few times to get what I need to re-build my wealth…letting Ray fuck my pussy may be a means to an end…but damn it I need this!” she thought, moaning softly as she tried to keep her voice down.

She reached between her legs with her left hand and began rubbing her clit at double speed, wanting that orgasm badly and quickly, teeth clenched, emitting a high-pitched hum as pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Holy shit, she wants this! I wonder what kind of porn she’s watching?” D’Amato wondered, sneaking a peek at the computer screen.

His jaw dropped, as he saw the sex wrestling action in the smaller window, and then saw the email she was writing – “You’re right, Wolf Woman’s comeback is good money. The triple team was a one-shot deal though, it wasn’t meant to become Amazonia’s permanent gimmick. They seem to have gotten a lesson tonight, but make it clear to the Marauders that interfering in Amazonia’s matches only happens on my say-so…”

“Lady Eden’s shout out earlier today…holy shit, I’m fucking the competition! I must report to her…but nowhere does it say that I can’t cum first…Lady Eden wanted to fuck up the bastard who’s cutting into her profits, I’m literally fucking her!” D’Amato thought suppressing an urge to laugh.

Suddenly, Dragon Queen arched her back, threw her head backward nearly head-butting D’Amato, and tightened her vaginal muscles to the point of soreness as she reached the ever-elusive and desired orgasm. Panting, she reached behind her with her right arm, put her hand on his chest, and pushed him back.

“Good work stud, I came…don’t cum in me, the last thing either one of us needs is for me to carry your bun in my oven!” she said, straightening up, forcing his cock out of her pussy.

She turned around to face him, and with an out-of-character affectionate expression on her face, she knelt before him and winked.

“I won’t leave you blue-balled stud, fuck your Queen’s mouth, I want your load down my throat!” she said, engulfing his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head at double-speed.

“Yes…your…highness!” D’Amato said, his gasping voice covering his sarcasm.

She was evil and dangerous, yet she looked so pretty and sweet as she brought him ever closer to his second orgasm. The thought that she might bite his cock off briefly crossed his mind, only to be immediately dismissed.

“If that was her intention, she would have already done it when she gave me the first blowjob…” he reasoned silently, breathing heavily as Dragon Queen’s warm, wet mouth finally delivered.

“Oh yeah, I’m cumming!”  He grunted, exploding into her mouth and down her greedy throat.

She swallowed, and then shot him a wicked grin as he gasped for air while she gently stroked his softening shaft.

“That’s a good stud!  Now get that dick back in your pants and go guard the door while I finish my extra hour!” She said with a wink as she grabbed her jumpsuit from the floor and stood up.

“Right away!” D’Amato said, slipping his cock back in his pants and pulling the zipper up.

“Do I ever have a scoop for her Ladyship!” he thought, walking toward the Media Library’s locked door.

Chapter 10 – Finally a break

She-Legion Central Boardroom, later that night.

After several wardrobe changes and a bit of misdirection, Wolf Woman was back home, in She-Legion Central with her friends, old and new.

“Gracias a Dios it’s good to be back! Fortunately, my new handler isn’t such a stickler about my steering clear from the Legion while undercover!” Wolf Woman said, smiling.

Sullivan chuckled.

“Well, we did need to find you a body-double to throw off ESW snitches and not tip our hand to the organization’s ringleader. As far as they’re concerned, you defected from the She-Legion and are part of ESW’s official roster!” Sullivan said, smiling.

“Ah sí, y muchas gracias to Hexie for jumping in as my body double! Okay, I think we got our point across. I’m sure Carpenter and his puppeteer are planning a grand finale for max profits on next week’s webcast.” Wolf Woman said, looking pensive.

Reverend Justice sighed.

“I’m feeling conflicted…spanking Amazonia felt way too good, tossing her through the Loser’s door gave me this odd sense of euphoria…I know that what we did to her pales in comparison to what she did to Sister Wolf Woman with the help of the Marauders. I know that they had it coming for what they did. Then why do I feel…dirty somehow?” Reverend Justice said.

Ariella patted his lap and kissed his cheek while Azure Angel gave his shoulder a friendly squeeze. Wolf Woman rolled her eyes and looked at him like he’d said the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. Before she could say a word, Ms. Americana replied.

“Believe it or not Reverend, many times, so do I. Quentin made it clear to us when he became our adviser that sometimes, we need to bend the rules. The rules that apply to your run-of-the-mill petty thief won’t necessarily work on the more dangerous psychopaths, rapists, or meta-humans. Sometimes, I struggle with that too, and hope that I’m ultimately doing the right thing.” Ms. Americana said.

Wolf Woman’s expression softened, while Sullivan smiled at Ms. Americana, giving her gloved hand a comforting squeeze.

“Reverend, this is a covert FBI operation, which as of earlier today became a joint FBI, Night Guardians and She-Legion covert op. What we did earlier this evening is well within the confines of my Carte Blanche status. Don’t feel too bad for Amazonia mon frère, she only got a small taste of her own medicine, as well as a bit of poetic justice.” Sullivan said, now smiling sympathetically at his friend.

Reverend Justice drew in a deep breath, smiled sheepishly, and nodded.

“Bien d’accord Brother Quentin, in the greater scheme of things, they got what they deserved.” He said, his gaze going from Sullivan to Ms. Americana, and then to Wolf Woman who was now smiling sympathetically at him.

“Anyway, let’s all keep our communication channels open until we catch a break and figure out who our mastermind is. Then, ESW can be shut down permanently.” Wolf Woman said as she raised her arms to stretch.

Her dark right nipple slipped out of her bikini top, making Sullivan, Townshend, and Reverend Justice look away, embarrassed.

“Oops, sorry boys, didn’t mean to flash you my nippie…then again, it’s nice to see some men have manners! You can look now!” Wolf Woman said, snickering as she adjusted her top, the She-Legionnaires and Ariella giggling along.

Ariella’s communicator chimed.

“Sorry guys, I need to take this…yes Otto?” Ariella said, smiling.

“Incoming communication from Lady Eden herself, shall I patch it through?” Otto’s digital voice said.

“Speaking of breaks, yes Otto, please do…say Annie, can you patch that incoming call through the boardroom’s intercom?” Ariella said.

“Absolutely Ms. Ariella, with your permission Ms. Americana?” Annie’s digital voice said.

“Absolutely Annie, patch it through!” Ms. Americana said, with a curious frown under her mask.

“Patching through.” Annie and Otto’s voices said in unison.

“Peace be with you my Sister, what can I do for you?” Ariella said, her voice taking its commanding hypnotic tone, making Amazing Babe stir in her seat, feeling uneasy.

“Yeah, same to you…one of my spies came through Ariella. He’s a guard on my payroll at the Broken Hill Maximum Security Women’s Detention Center.” Lady Eden’s voice said.

Ms. Americana, Sullivan and Townshend exchanged a concerned glance.

“As it turns out, the bitch cutting into my profits is an inmate who…paid sexual favors to the guards for private, extended internet time. Looks like she also hacked into Broken Hill’s security system, manipulating security cameras, doctoring Media Library schedules for extra time, you get the idea…” Lady Eden said, pausing to draw in a deep breath.

“Oh, shit…” Sullivan mumbled.

“So she built that sex fight club under everybody’s noses from inside the Detention Center, as much as I resent her, I gotta admire her resourcefulness.” Lady Eden said, her Corsican accent slipping through.

Ariella looked up, her eyes going around the boardroom table as if to say “Seriously?”

“That is indeed key information Sister Chantal, do you have a name?” Ariella asked.

“The inmate’s name is some foreign scientist named Mei Gui Ting. For our mutual benefit and maintain Pax Angelica…beautiful Lioness of God, please pull that thorn from our side.” Lady Eden said.

“Sarcasm?” Ariella asked, in a warning tone.

Lady Eden sighed.

“You’d think so, but no…I gotta go now, good night.” Lady Eden said.

“Good night my sister, and thanks for the tip.” Ariella said, terminating the link.

She looked at Ms. Americana who exchanged a puzzled glance with Flag Girl and Night Raven.

“Mei Gui Ting…not the name I was expecting to hear coming out of Broken Hill!” Ms. Americana said.

“Doesn’t ring a bell…” Night Raven said.

“No, I got nothing!” Flag Girl said.

“Me neither…” Amazing Babe said, scratching her head.

Sullivan and Townshend looked at each other shrugging.

“Damn…so the culprit operates under everybody’s noses inside Prison walls, and she’s virtually unknown?” Wolf Woman said, frustrated.

“Not so sure…” Azure Angel mumbled, frowning under her mask.

All eyes turned to her, as she seemed to be in deep thought.

“Got something Sister Az?” Reverend Justice asked.

“Maybe…something about that name…” Azure Angel said standing up, and walking to the boardroom’s computer terminal.

She accessed the Legion’s criminal files, and typed a few commands, cross-referencing the name Mei Gui Ting.

“Just a hunch, I’ve studied botany in my spare time. Mei Gui is Mandarin for rose…there is a strain of roses called the dragon rose…very pretty striped petals, comes in varieties of black, blue, purple…I realize I’m reaching here but…” Azure Angel said, eyes fixed on the computer screen, awaiting the cross-reference result.

“Hey, nothing wrong with taking a bit of initiative and playing a hunch!” Wolf Woman said.

The search concluded and Azure Angel sighed. She took a step back, faced her friends, and pointed an annoyed forefinger at the computer screen.

“Dragon Queen…” all mumbled in unison.

“Alright, let me see if my hacking skills can access Broken Hill’s security Systems and undo what Dragon Queen did.” Townshend said, eyebrows arched.

“Good idea Chris, and perhaps freeze her new assets?” Ms. Americana said.

“I can definitely try!” Townshend said, smiling.

“Or better yet, divert those funds to the Salvation Army Hospitals…have her ill gained moneys put to good use so poor people and the homeless may get proper health care.” Sullivan offered.

“I’ll see what I can do!” Townshend said, smile turning to grin.

“Okay, see what you can do until next week Chris, in fact…we’re working under the assumption that Lady Eden’s info is solid. She might not be lying to you Ariella, but how trustworthy is her spy? I’ve already leapt before I looked, let’s make sure that we have the right culprit before her lawyer slaps us with a harassment lawsuit.” Wolf Woman said, pensively tapping her fingers on the boardroom table.

“Fair point, Lady Eden knows better than to lie to Preacher and me, but it doesn’t mean her spies won’t doctor their info.” Ariella said, Reverend Justice nodding.

“Very good Luiza, while I pride myself of doing my homework, I would have assumed that the tip is solid and plunged in head first…” Sullivan said, smiling.

“I’ll consult with Angela and see if there are any convict harassment precedents so we may cover our collective derrière.” Ms. Americana said.

“Sounds great! Okay, for real now, I should go relieve Hexanna at the Motel. Like I said earlier, let’s all keep our communication channels open until we catch a break and figure out who our mastermind is. Then, ESW can be shut down permanently.” Wolf Woman said, smiling as she stood up from her chair.

Chapter 11 – An unexpected turn of events

After yet a few more wardrobe changes and a bit more misdirection, Wolf Woman was back in her Motel room, to relieve her stand-in, Hexanna.

“Thanks a mil Hexie, I owe you one!” Wolf Woman said.

“Anytime Luiza, there’s this…urgent email that came in from ESW management. I took a gander, I hope you don’t mind.” Hexanna said, looking concerned.

“No big deal Hexie, what’s it about?” Wolf Woman asked, tapping the secret button on her belt, her Wolf Woman outfit turning into a pair of shorts and a tank top.

“You ain’t gonna like it, neither’s Sheila, look!” Hexanna said, moving aside.

Luiza sat down and read the email.

“Dear Wolf Woman, you weren’t kidding, your comeback was so popular and profitable that our General Manager has decided to set up an impromptu Webcast in a few days. We want to tease the big blow-off between Amazonia and yourself and build interest for a few weeks, perhaps a cage match whereby your men and the Marauders are locked out, and a legitimate winner emerges.” The email read.

“Okay, so far so good.” Luiza mumbled, crossing her left leg to scratch her foot.

“The rest of the card remains to be determined, but we’re keeping you healthy and on the sidelines until Amazonia’s 100%. However, our GM insists that the leaner one of your two hunks be involved in an exhibition match on the impromptu webcast. No shenanigans, just a winner picks the punishment bout. He can fuck his opponent, sodomize her, fuck her face, whatever tickles his fancy. You can sit at the announcers’ table with your other hunk, but no interference okay? Have him ready for Wednesday evening, same time, same place.  R. Carpenter.”

Luiza tilted her head back, eyes closed, teeth clenched.  She inhaled deeply, held her breath for a few seconds, and exhaled slowly. She gave Hexanna a tired look.

“Yep, Joey’s gonna pop a gasket and Sheila’s gonna kick my head in…no point in delaying this, might as well face the music now.” Luiza said, bringing her She-Legion communicator to her lips.

“Hi Annie, Luiza Torrez here do you copy?” Luiza said, Hexanna stepping behind her, massaging her trapezius.

“Thanks Hexie, that feels nice…” Luiza whispered.

“Voice biometrics confirmed, how can I help you, Ms. Torrez?” Annie’s digital voice replied.

“Could you patch me through to Ariella’s personal line, I have some upsetting news…” Luiza said, voice trailing off.

“Indeed Ms. Torrez. Otto, is Ms. Holly back in Mega-City yet?” Annie asked.

“Actually Annie, Ms. Holly, and Mr. Lucas have accepted Ms. Wong’s invitation to sleep over at her apartment while they assist Ms. Torrez with her investigation.” Otto’s digital voice replied.

Luiza and Hexanna exchanged a knowing smile.

“Perfect my boyfriend, please patch this communication to Ms. Holly’s personal line, Ms. Torrez needs to speak with her.” Annie said.

Luiza suppressed a chuckle. While she had heard of Annie and Otto’s digital romance, it was the first time she witnessed it firsthand.

“Patching it through my dearest. Do you require anything else?” Otto replied, his digital voice taking a tender tone that made Luiza and Hexanna look at each other gape-mouthed.

“It all depends, Ms. Torrez?” Annie said.

“Er…no, thanks, Annie and Otto!” Luiza said as the call was patched through.

“Hey Luiza, something’s up, isn’t it? Joey and I just got a massive precognitive flash, Yumi’s massaging his scalp to alleviate his tension headache.” Sheila said before Luiza could say a word.

“Sheila hermana mía, I’m so sorry!  Carpenter pulled this out of nowhere…” Luiza began, choking up.

“Don’t be, we volunteered, remember? What’s that Joey? Oh! He said that the match stipulation is winner picks the punishment, but nowhere does it say that it has to be him administering said punishment! In his precognitive flash, his female opponent was terrified, so he’ll take it easy on her.” Sheila said.

“Chica, you don’t know how relieved that makes me feel! Still, Joey shouldn’t take it too easy, a frightened opponent can unpredictable and dangerous.” Luiza said, smiling.

“Don’t forget amiga, we’re telepaths. Joey has a talent for knowing what his opponent will do a few seconds before it happens. He’ll be alright!” Sheila said.

“Good, I was half expecting the both of you to drop out, and I wouldn’t have blamed you…thank you, and thank Joey for me okay?” Luiza said.

“Will do hermana mía, sleep soundly, we’re still in!” Sheila said.

“Muchas gracias hermana mía, everybody sleep well!” Luiza said, terminating the link.

“Well, that turned out better than expected!” Hexanna said, still massaging Luiza’s shoulders.

“Oh, I guess we should give Joey and Quentin Masked Men names!” Luiza said, chuckling.

“How does Garou and Lobo sound?” Hexanna offered, still massaging her shoulders.

“French and Spanish, I like it!  I’ll run it by Joey and Quentin tomorrow…I really gotta catch some z’s thanks again for stepping in Hexanna!” Luiza said, shutting off her laptop.

“Anytime sweetie!” Hexanna said, smiling.

They hugged and exchanged a friendly kiss.

“Take care Luiza, give me a shout if you need my help!” Hexanna said, vanishing from thin air.

Chapter 12 – Wednesday’s Webcast

Capitol Auditorium, Wednesday 8 pm

"Welcome everyone to this special ESW Webcast, this is Skip Ryan calling the action from Delta City’s Capitol Auditorium, and as always with me, our timekeeper and ring announcer, Powerful Peter Day!" Play by play man Skip Ryan clamored as the fans in attendance cheered. 

"Well thanks, Skip for this glowing introduction! This is the first time I’ve been described as ‘powerful', but I’ll accept the compliment!"  Ring announcer and co-host Peter Day replied chuckling.

“Tonight’s webcast comes as a complete surprise, and Commissioner Carpenter promises us more surprises as the webcast progresses, and what’s this?” Skip said, as Wolf Woman approached the announcer’s table with one of her Black masked cohorts under loud applause.

“Looks like Wolf Woman and one of the Black Masks are joining us at the announcers’ table, surprise number one!  Here Wolf Woman, take my chair, I’ll go grab a few more!” Peter said, standing up.

“Thanks Pete, hi Skip! According to our Commish, Lobo and I are supposed to enjoy the fun with you and Pete, hope you don’t mind the company!” Wolf Woman said, smiling as she took Pete’s chair.

“Not at all Wolf Woman, please sit down! Lobo, so finally, I get to know your name! And where’s your partner?” Skip asked as Pete returned with a pair of foldable chairs.

“Well, technically it’s Wolf Man Lobo, but Lobo will do!  Brother Wolf Man Garou (author’s note pronounced garoo) …well that’s another surprise!” Lobo said, sitting down.

“Yes and I’m getting notice of said first surprise in my earpiece! This opening contest is an exhibition two out of three falls bout. The first contestant stripped naked will be declared the loser, and the winner gets to choose the loser’s punishment!  Introducing first, from Portland Maine, weighing in at a voluptuous 140 lbs, Candy ‘Crusher’ Carlson!”  Pete introduced, as the retired porn star turned sex fighter made her way to the ring, under a mixed reaction of polite applause and boos.

Wolf Woman reached for Pete’s microphone.

“Let me! Let me!  Her opponent, making his way to the ring is a member of Wolf Woman’s Pack! Hailing from parts unknown, tipping the scale at a lean, muscular and sexy 215 lbs, Wolf Man Ga-rou!” Wolf Woman excitedly said followed by a loud howl, Lobo and the fans in attendance howling along.

Making his way to the ring, Garou played to the crowd stopping a few times to howl madly, fists clenched and back arched.  Realizing how much larger Garou was than the regular male opponent she usually faces, Candy nervously began pacing back and forth.

“Don’t be afraid Candy, I’m a telepath. I’m not going to hurt you, in fact, I have no intention of sexually humiliating you. Follow my lead, we’ll give ’em a show, and…if you notice a young hunk you like in the front row let me know.  No need to say it, just think it.” Joey telepathically projected.

“The referee, Adrian Woods.” Pete said, completing the introductions.

Woods called both contestants to the center of the ring for the routine pat-down.

“O…okay…I’m scared shitless though, this is so weird!” Candy thought, feeling like a deer caught in headlights while the referee patted her down to make sure she hadn’t oiled her body, to make it slippery and hard to grapple with.

“Don’t be afraid, relax and follow my lead. Let me know if you see someone you like in the front row.” Garou telepathically said, as the referee now patted him down.

“Okay, no eye-gouging, no chokeholds, and no low blows. This is an exhibition match so don’t kill your opponent and give a good show.” Woods said, calling for the bell.

“Okay Candy, lock-up with me and make like you’re trying to resist me as I push you into the ropes, clean break but kick me in the butt when I turn my back to you, don’t go crazy though!” Garou telepathically said, locking up with her.

With a subtle nod, she followed his instructions.

“Classic lock-up in the middle of the ring, a refreshing change from the slap, kick and roll on the floor spectacle we usually get, Garou pushes Candy to the ropes without much effort, the referee calls for a break…Garou backs off, and whoa!  Candy kicks him in the butt when he turned his back and he looks pissed!  Then again, rookie mistake, never turn your back on your opponent!” Skip said.

“She better mind her manners, Garou can be pretty short-tempered!” Wolf Woman said, watching the action from the announcer’s table.

“Good! Can you take a hip toss?” Garou telepathically asked, acting upset in the middle of the ring.

“Yeah, what’s next?” Candy thought, unable to repress a giggle.

“While my back is turned, charge me and I’ll hip toss you. Take the fall and I’ll go for your bra and toss it aside. See a guy you like yet?” Garou telepathically asked.

“Yeah I kinda do…skinny nerd with the glasses left front row!” Candy said, charging him.

“Whoa! Candy tries to jump Wolf Man Garou from behind, but hip toss! Garou goes for the bra and…bra’s off!  Garou prances around the ring swinging Candy’s bra above his head and drops it outside the ring! Now it’s Candy’s turn to look pissed!” Skip said, chuckling in spite of himself.

“That’s my brother! Strength of Samson and dexterity of a pickpocket!” Lobo said, chuckling.

“Blood brother Garou rules the ring!” Wolf Woman chimed in, also giggling before howling again.

“Good job Candy, are you okay?” Garou telepathically asked as they circled each other, Garou trying not to get aroused by her naked 44DD breasts.

“Perfect, what next?” Candy thought putting on a furious face.

“Lock-up again, but go for my mask. Untie the laces at the back but don’t pull the mask off. Just pull it sideways to impair my vision and try to go for my trunks. I’ll reach back and grab you around the waist for a one-armed back-breaker.  Wrap an arm around my shoulders for balance and don’t wiggle, I’ll control the descent to my knee so you don’t get hurt. Just sell the back-breaker and I’ll pull one of your boots off.” Garou telepathically said.

“And a second lock-up in the middle of the ring, but Candy goes for the mask!” Skip described.

“Hey! Let go of that you big-titted bimbo!” Wolf Woman shouted from the announcers’ desk.

“I see the strategy though, Candy just pulled Garou’s mask sideways, impairing his vision, is she going to…yes! She’s going for his trunks! Garou grabs her by the wrists and pulls them away from his waistband… he reaches back and lifts her up in the air and…one-armed back-breaker! Holy Moses, Candy is rolling on the canvas writhing in pain!  Garou is on his knees readjusting his mask…now he’s grabbing Candy by the ankle and he’s unlacing her boot!” Skip shouted, impressed.

“Go brother, pull it off!” Lobo shouted.

Candy pretended to struggle, selling her sore back. She took a wild swing with her right arm that connected with Garou’s hip without much effect, and her right boot slid off effortlessly, revealing a neatly pedicured foot. He tossed her boot aside, and while she still sold her back, he stood up, turned around, and placed his feet on either side of her waist.

“Good girl, now I’ll drop my butt onto your midriff and sit on your abdomen, to make it look like I’ve knocked the wind out of you and that I’m smothering you with my weight.  Don’t worry, my weight will be on my knees. Act like you’re struggling to push me off, I’ll go for your other boot.” Garou telepathically projected.

“Do it!” Candy thought, acting as if she were in pain but feeling safe, while Garou made it look like he was destroying her, he was in fact making sure she didn’t get hurt.

“Now what’s he up to…butt drop! Oh my God, Candy’s turning purple from lack of air, Garou’s sitting on her midsection and unlacing her other boot!” Skip exclaimed as the fans whistled, cheered, and howled like wolves.

“Wrecking ball!” Wolf Woman shrieked.

“Wrecking ball!” Lobo echoed, followed by another wolf howl as Candy’s other boot was tossed aside.

“Time! Contestants to their neutral corners, the winner of the first fall, Wolf Man Garou!”  Pete said, ringing the bell.

“Okay, catch your breath but don’t drink the water…I have a bad feeling it’s drugged.” Garou projected telepathically.

“I thought as much…no wonder I’d always get so horny I couldn’t think straight…I’m putting on an angry face, but I’m thankful Wolf Man!” Candy thought, pacing like a caged animal in her corner, one hand in the small of her back.

“Well this was an interesting first fall, the only thing standing between Candy and defeat is her bikini bottom!” Skip said.

“If I know Garou, he’s going to milk it for all it’s worth, tease it, before going for the kill!” Wolf Woman said, grinning.

“Yeah, that’s my brother! What I’m really wondering is what kind of punishment he’s got in store for her!” Lobo chimed in.

“Garou is plain too strong and too fast, that wrecking ball butt-drop seems to have drained whatever energy Candy may have had left in store, she’s ripe for the picking.” Pete added.

“Joey?” Sheila’s telepathic voice clamored from within Garou’s head.

“Yes angel-baby?” he telepathically replied.

“To keep the second fall interesting, tell her to jump in your arms and kiss you, bear-hug her, and lay on your back, making it look like she’s seducing a win from you.  When she reaches for your trunks, roll on top of her and pin her arms down. Slowly tug at her bikini bottom’s strings and pull it off her.  Has she picked a spectator she likes?” Sheila asked telepathically.

“Indeed she has, it’s gonna be quite the show…you sure you’re cool with her pushing her big tits against me and kissing me?” he telepathically replied.

“Positive! It’ll make you extra horny for Yumi and me tonight!” Sheila telepathically replied, teasing him.

“Bad girl!” he telepathically replied, lips pressed into a tight smirk.

He comically lay across the top turnbuckle, his shoulders and legs leaning across the top rope, acting as if he was stifling a yawn.

“Okay, keep acting pissed, when the bell rings jump in my arms like you want to deliver a body-press. I’ll catch you in a bear hug, then kiss me. I’ll let myself roll backward. While I’m on my back, keep kissing me and sneakily slide your hands to my waistband. Then I’ll roll on top of you and pin your arms back…play along, the skinny young man with the glasses is gonna have the thrill of a lifetime!” Garou telepathically projected.

“Sweet…it’s hard for me to keep an angry face when I’m this horny!” Candy thought, still pacing furiously, holding the small of her back.

“The referee is calling for the bell, this is round 2!” Skip said, as Pete rang the bell.

“The contestants are circling each other, Candy is still breathing with difficulty, and she looks frustrated.” Skip said.

“Go Garou!” Wolf Woman yelled, and then letting out another howl which echoed amongst the fans in attendance.

“Well look at that! Candy is now running the ropes, trying to get a full head of steam while Garou stands nonchalantly in the middle of the ring…” Skip said, describing the action.

“Nonchalant? He’s too strong!” Lobo blurted.

“Body press…reversed into a bear hug! I guess Lobo’s right, Garou is too strong!” Skip said.

“Of course I'm right! Hey wait a minute…” Lobo said, as Candy laced her fingers behind Garou’s masked head, wrapped her legs around his waist, closed her eyes, and parted his lips with her tongue, kissing him.

“Cut it out you bimbo!” Wolf Woman shrieked, as Garou’s knees buckled and he rolled backward, Candy pinning him down on the canvas, tongue-kissing him and pressing her double-D cuppers against his muscular chest.

“Well that’s a novel tactic, submission by seduction, that’s a first for ESW!” Skip said, chuckling.

“Don’t overdo it!” Garou telepathically projected, sensing Sheila snickering at the discomfort he felt as he fought his own arousal.

“Enjoying it Wolf Boy? That’s my way of saying thanks for keeping me safe and not sexually torturing and humiliating me!" She thought, rubbing her massive chest left and right on his pecs, still tongue-kissing him.

“Okay, next part of the plan, sneakily slide your hands down my torso and to my trunks’ waistband!” Garou telepathically projected, focusing his thoughts on Sheila, trying to keep his hardening member at bay.

“Okay, okay…kind of a shame, I’m beginning to like you!” Candy thought, slowly sliding her hands down his torso.

“Good God, that’s all I need!” Garou privately thought.

“Oh…I see the strategy…she’s slowly reaching for his waistband!  Whoa! Garou snaps out of it and rolls on top of Candy, pinning her down!” Skip said, as Garou pinned her wrists to the canvas with his left hand and waved a chiding forefinger in her face as if to say “Oh no you don’t!”

“Ha! Ha!  That’s my brother!” Lobo chimed in as Wolf Woman howled again.

Under a chant of “Pull it off! Pull it off!” Garou pulled at the string on the right side of Candy’s bikini bottom with his right hand, untying it as Candy mock-struggled, bucking her hips furiously, supposedly to throw Garou off her, but really to allow him to pull her bottom off once both sides would be untied.  Looking at her with a grin, Garou now moved his right hand to her wrists, freeing his left as she hammed it up.

“No! NO! Let me go you Neanderthal! LET-ME-GO!” She screamed in mock anger, struggling and bucking her hips as he untied the left side of her bikini, allowing him to pull it off and drop it to the canvas.

Garou stood up, arms raised in victory as Woods called for the bell. Candy assumed a kowtow pose, angrily pounding the canvas with her fists. Garou arched his back, fists clenched and howled again, the fans howling along.  He slid out of the ring and made his way to the announcers’ table, high-fiving Wolf Woman and Lobo.

“Hey, wait, you haven’t picked Candy’s punishment yet!” Skip said, with a curious frown.

“Mic please!” Garou said, hand extended to Pete, who handed him the cordless microphone.

“Alright, alright! Let’s hear it for Candy Crusher who gave it a valiant effort, c’m on!” Garou said, walking around the ring.

Another mix of boos and polite applause was heard from the fans in attendance.

“And don’t you go no place Candy-girl, keep an eye on her ref!” Garou said, turning his attention to Candy, who still kowtowed with her head down, not so much as a gesture of submission, but to hide her urge to giggle.

“Okay, so it’s a surprise card, a surprise Wednesday webcast, and the surprises keep on coming…at least they soon will!  So I get to pick Candy’s punishment huh? Let’s see…” Garou said, spotting the bespectacled slender young man Candy had picked out, near the fan barrier.

“Yeah, I got an idea!  You young fella, what’s your name?” Garou said, approaching him.

“Uh…Jimmy…” he answered, flustered.

“Are you sure? You sound confused!” Garou said, smiling.

“Yeah, yeah, Jimmy! Just nervous!” Jimmy said, blushing.

“Don’t be nervous kid, how old are you?” Garou asked.

“Nineteen…” Jimmy answered uncomfortably.

“Attached? Got a sweetheart?” Garou asked.

“Uh no…” Jimmy said, sounding embarrassed.

“Tell me, how much has your membership cost you?” Garou asked.

“Well…$500.00 a month.” Jimmy mumbled.

“Holy shit, the software design business is booming!” Garou exclaimed, repressing a chuckle.

“How did you…” Jimmy said, gape-mouthed.

“Just a hunch, you have young techno-prodigy written all over you! I swear you could get a happy-ending massage for a fraction of the cost!” Garou said, making Jimmy blush a few shades darker.

“Just pulling your leg kid, don’t be embarrassed! Now I’m looking for a punishment for Candy, what do you think of her?” Garou said, in a friendlier voice.

“Well…gorgeous but lethal. Face and body of a goddess…but fights dirty and mean.” Jimmy said. 

“Body and face of a goddess huh? I’m going to treat him extra nice!” Candy thought, face still down to hide her smirk.

“So you agree she deserves a punishment?” Garou asked.

“Well yeah, about time too!” Jimmy said.

“Would you like to be the one to punish her?” Garou asked.

Jimmy’s jaw dropped.

“He needs some encouragement, come on everyone, Jim-my! Jim-my! Jim-my!” Garou began, the fans joining in on the “Jimmy, Jimmy” chant.

“You’re serious?” Jimmy said, his pants feeling oddly tight.

“Dead serious!” Garou said as a security officer tried to interfere.

“I’m sorry that’s against policies…” the officer started as the fans booed him.

“Now you back the hell off, I’ll knock your teeth down your throat!” Garou warned him, applauded by the fans.

The security guard raised his hands and walked away, the fans pelting him with plastic cups, some still half full of beer.

“Okay, so here’s my punishment Candy, you will sexually service our friend Jimmy here!  I want you to suck his cock until he’s hard, then you’re gonna let him fuck you until he fires his cum all over you! That’s my punishment! Skip over the barrier Jimmy!” Garou said, as a nervous but excited Jimmy stepped over the barrier, the “Jimmy, Jimmy” chant starting again.

“Well that’s my brother, what a generous soul!” Lobo said from the announcer’s table, applauding.

“That kid’s gonna get the thrill of a lifetime for sure, he’s gonna be the big dog among the nerd ladies after this confidence boost!” Wolf Woman said, giggling.

Garou and Jimmy stopped by the announcer’s table, Garou handing the cordless mic back to Pete.  He gave Jimmy’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“Don’t get nervous, there is no public, there are no cameras.  There is only you, and Candy. There is only Candy pleasuring you in the ring and having kinky sex with you.  Only go wild if she asks.” Garou said, using combined voice and telepathy, giving Jimmy a form of mild hypnosis to prevent performance jitters.

“Thank…you…” Jimmy said, feeling an odd sense of calm in spite of being put on the spot.

Chapter 13 – Candy’s “Punishment”

Chuckling, referee Adrian Woods left the ring as Garou escorted young Jimmy to the center of the ring. No longer able to put on an angry front, Candy knelt up, massive bosom bouncing heavily and cast young Jimmy a lustful look.

“You know what to do Candy, unbuckle that belt, pull that zipper down, and taste that young man!” Garou said, as the “Jimmy! Jimmy!” echoed again in the auditorium.

Hypnotized, Jimmy confidently walked to Candy, who began unbuckling his belt. They exchanged a smoldering look which said that Candy was hot and horny, and that Jimmy was up to the task. Jimmy showed no sign of embarrassment as Candy pulled his zipper down, suddenly grabbed his pants and underwear waistbands, and forcefully yanked them down to his knees, his stiff cock saluting her. Garou comically jumped behind him to hide his butt, signaling at the camera to film the other end.

“Oh, Dios, he’s gonna make me pee myself!” Wolf Woman said off-mic to Lobo, breasts jiggling merrily from laughter, her right nipple once again slipping out of her bikini top.

“You’re popping out little sister! Yeah, our J…Garou is a hoot!” Lobo said pointing at her chest, nearly letting ‘Joey’ slip, chuckling along.

“Oops…” Wolf Woman mumbled readjusting her top.

Back in the ring, Candy licked Jimmy’s hard appendage up and down, making a show out of it, her porn star background resurfacing.  Grinning, Garou let them have their fun, leaving the ring. He high-fived a few fans on his way to the announcers’ table, as Jimmy now held Candy by the hair and vigorously fucked her face at her discreet request.

“So what did you think about that? Awoooo!” Garou shouted, punctuated with a howl.

Pete grabbed the cordless mic and stood up, taking a few steps toward Garou. Candy’s screams of pleasure now blending in with the cheers and howls from the crowd as Jimmy was now fucking her doggy-style in the middle of the ring.

“Well Garou that was a first, certainly a creative way of ‘punishing’ an opponent!” Pete said as Candy’s screams of pleasure were getting louder.

“Well, the word surprise’s been tossed around a lot tonight, and this is my surprise! There’s no honor in beating up a woman, so I took it easy on her and picked a fan of my choice to deliver the punishment…” Garou said as the “Jimmy! Jimmy!” chant gained in intensity.

Candy was now on her back with her feet up on Jimmy’s shoulders in an intense missionary, her big breasts bouncing with Jimmy’s every thrust.

“The fans are happy, Jimmy gets laid for the first time so he’s happy, and hell, and even Candy seems to be enjoying it, so I bet she’s happy! Everybody’s happy, so it’s all good baby! Awoooo!” Garou said, joined by Lobo and Wolf Woman who howled along.

She-Legion Central Control Room

“So Chris, how’s it progressing?” Lady Midnight asked, peering inside the control room.

“As far as whether or not Mei Gui Ting and Dragon Queen are the same person, it’s no far-fetched assumption that they are, but…” Chris said, frowning.

“But?” Lady Midnight said, stepping next to him.

“Dragon Queen’s files at the FBI, CIA, RCMP, Interpol…you get the gist, all of them only show her name as Dragon Queen, as if the Chinese authorities had erased all traces of her past life and her code name became her legal Civil name…either that or she managed to hack all databases and managed to eradicate her true identity from within the Prison walls…all I could find about Mei Gui Ting so far, is that her wrap-sheet includes cyber-terrorism, eco-terrorism, cyber fraud, and embezzlement.” Chris said, massaging his temples.

“Thus far it does look like they are two different people.” Lady Midnight said.

“Indeed…on the other hand, I’ve managed to hack into ESW servers and reverse traced Mei Gui Ting’s bank accounts. I’ve uploaded a subroutine that secretly transfers her funds to Schreiner’s Hospitals, Salvation Army Hospitals, various Cancer Research Societies…at least her ill-gotten gains will be put to good use.” Chris said, with a satisfied smile.

“That’s great work Chris! I might have an idea on how to catch her in the act, I’ll run it by Wolf Woman and the joint team once they’ve returned. Oh yeah, before leaving for the auditorium, Flag Girl and Night Raven asked me to do this…” Lady Midnight said, turning his chair to face her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips, firm, warm and affectionate. She released him and smiled mischievously at the confused look on his face.

“They said to kiss you tenderly as a reward for your hard work behind the scenes, and to motivate you to keep on going!” Lady Midnight said, still smiling.

He looked at her, appreciating her pretty face and gorgeous body, feeling aroused but wanting to keep within the limits of his ménage à trois with Dana and Lydia. He exhaled and smiled.

“Beautiful Lady Midnight, this kind of reward and motivation could land me in a lot of trouble if you’re not careful!” he said, leaning back, his English Accent becoming audible.

Lady Midnight laughed charmingly.

“Well I would have been offended if you hadn’t been aroused! Alright, I’ll behave then, I promise! Keep up the good work Chris!” Lady Midnight said with a wink as she left the control room.

Townshend drew in a sharp breath, exhaled, and shook his head.

“Okay, all sexual tension aside, let’s see if I can’t link Mei Gui Ting and Dragon Queen before Lady Midnight runs her idea by the joint team. Who are you Dragon Rose, and why can’t I link you to Dragon Queen?” Townshend ruminated, lost in thought.

Back at the auditorium, a fuming Rick Carpenter caught up with Wolf Woman’s Pack in the locker room area.

“Who the fucking hell do you think you are giving freebies to the clients?”  Carpenter screamed, beet red.

“Oh I wouldn’t use that tone with him if I were you…” Wolf Woman said, lips pursed in a tight smirk.

“Oh don’t you tell me what tone to use tits for brains! As far as you go Garou, I oughta…” Carpenter said with an angry blush, teeth clenched and poking his index finger in Garou’s chest.

Before Garou could open his mouth, Lobo’s powerful hand grabbed Carpenter by the throat, squeezing, bringing him down to his knees.

“Okay loudmouth, we weren’t properly introduced.  My name is Lobo, and this is my left hand around your throat.  I’m right-handed. Now be a nice boy and apologize to our sister.” Lobo said, holding Carpenter down.

Carpenter’s facial expression changed from furious to terrified out of his wits. His lips moved without making a sound.

“Say Lobo, maybe you should let a bit of air through, I can’t make out a word he’s saying!” Garou said, grinning.

Lobo grinned along and Wolf Woman repressed a chuckle. He released Carpenter’s throat but grabbed him by the collar, letting him know they weren’t yet done with him.

“I apologize Wolf Woman…gasp…I spoke out of turn. But Goddammit, don’t give away the pussy like it’s a make-a-wish foundation…” Carpenter grunted, gasping for air as he got to his feet.

“Give it away?  That kid’s membership is $500.00 a month! Multiplied by the number of fans in attendance, I’d guesstimate 1200, that’s $600,000 right there, plus online subscribers, however many, whatever their subscription costs, plus the gambling, plus the bidding on the Main Event’s loser…and you have the gall to tell me I gave away Candy’s pussy?” Garou shouted in disbelief.

“Besides you moron, a happy customer is a return customer. While you tease and promote the cage return match between me and Amazonia, try to get it through that thick skull of yours that what Garou just did will blow up the live attendance and the online viewership. Bigger attendance and bigger viewership, I’m sure our fearless leader will love that.” Wolf Woman said.

Carpenter nodded.

“Can I go now?” he asked, casting Lobo and Garou a distrustful look.

Lobo released his grip on Carpenter’s collar and he walked away, trying not to look over his shoulder. They waited until he was far enough to speak amongst themselves.

“Okay, the plants are already on their way to HQ, you got the keys to the minivan big guy?” Wolf Woman asked in a low voice.

“Yep, since they only needed Garou for the exhibition match, I wore trunks with pockets.” Lobo said.

“Then let’s get outta here, I’m sweating like a hog and I’d love to shower before changing into my uniform.” Garou said.

“I’m sure the fine She-Legionnaires won’t mind you using their shower room once we’re at HQ!” Lobo said as they began walking, Wolf Woman giggling charmingly.

“Battle Sprite might sneak a peek, but I’m sure no one will object!” Wolf Woman said, with a wink.

They made their way to the contestants’ exit, heading to the parking.

“As long as all she does is look…I’m cool with it!” Garou said in a tired voice, his Elvis grin looking out of place under the black mask.

“How is the tension headache bro?” Lobo asked as they walked through the exit.

“It was under control with the adrenaline spike, but now that it’s dissipating, the headache is a dull throb at the back of the neck and head…I’ve had worse.” Garou said, as they approached the minivan.

Wolf Woman stifled another giggle.

“What?” Garou said, giggling along as Lobo unlocked the minivan.

They climbed in, Lobo and Garou slipped into sweatshirts and removed their masks, Quentin handing the keys to Wolf Woman who could no longer stifle her giggles.

“Sorry Joey, I was about to suggest that Sheila and Yumi could join you in the showers and give you a four-handed shower massage…then I got this mental image of Sprite getting all hot and bothered watching the show…” Wolf Woman said as she turned the key in the ignition, her ample bosom jiggling with laughter.

Quentin and Joey exchanged a look and shrugged, chuckling along as they sat down in the passengers’ seats.

“Man I shouldn’t laugh…poor kid’s been trying so hard to fit in. Joined the team a few years ago by lying about her age, kept getting us into trouble trying to help out. She finally came clean and we agreed to have her back in the She-Legion once she graduated High School and reached the age of 18. We’re hoping that with proper training and teaching her the Sully Principles, she’ll be a reliable addition to the team with more than a blinding smile as her special power.” Wolf Woman said as she drove, smiling warmly.

Chapter 14 – The Midnight resolution

She-Legion Central Boardroom, a few hours later.

After taking a quick shower and changing into his uniform, Reverend Justice joined the rest of the team in the boardroom.  He took his seat between Ariella and Azure Angel and turned his attention to Wolf Woman who smiled at him.

“Alright, good job handling that exhibition match Rev, and Sully, watching you squeeze the cider out of Carpenter’s Adam’s apple felt awfully good!” Wolf Woman said with a nod.

“He sure made Jimmy-boy’s dreams come true!” Flag Girl said, giggling.

“Candy sure didn’t seem to mind!” Night Raven said, giggling along.

“She seemed to have this fantasy about teaching a nerd virgin the finer points of sex, she handpicked him from the crowd. I simply made it happen!” Reverend Justice said with a shrug and a smirk.

“Should we call you Mister Roarke Reverend?” Amazing Babe said, snickering.

“Carpenter sure didn’t seem to appreciate it! Anyway, Christopher, any breakthroughs while our pal Joey played cupid for Jimmy-boy?” Wolf Woman said, grinning.

“It’s a good news-bad news deal.  I’ve managed to hack into ESW servers and reverse traced Mei Gui Ting’s bank accounts. I’ve uploaded a subroutine that secretly transfers her funds to Schreiner’s Hospitals, Salvation Army Hospitals, and various Cancer Research Societies…” Townshend started.

“Hoo-wee Brother Christopher, you’ve done well!” Reverend Justice said full Elvis grin on display.

“Yeah baby, good job!” Flag Girl said, smiling and patting him on the lap.

“Well, at least I deserve the credit for that part. But…the deeper I dig, the more it seems that Dragon Queen is innocent of this clandestine outfit. For all intents and purposes, Mei Gui Ting seems to be a Dragon Queen copycat.” Townshend said, with a sigh.

“Now there’s a scary thought!” Sullivan said, frowning.

“Dragon Queen’s files at the FBI, CIA, RCMP, and Interpol show her legal name as being Dragon Queen! It’s as if the Chinese authorities decided to erase all traces of her past life and her code name became her legal civil name. Unless Dragon Queen managed to hack all databases and eradicated her true identity from within the Prison walls? And uses her birth name as an alias to cover her tracks? Prison records show a Mei Gui Ting and a Dragon Queen as prisoners! Mei Gui Ting’s wrap-sheet includes cyber-terrorism, eco-terrorism, cyber fraud, and embezzlement.” Townshend said, frustrated.

“As much as it ticks me off to say so, it does look like Dragon Queen is innocent.” Azure Angel said.

“Then again, that woman is brilliant, and I wouldn’t put it past her to mess up Prison records so badly that not only does she control the security cameras and media library schedules, but also the actual prison records. Using her birth name as an alter ego if Mei Gui gets caught, Dragon Queen’s in the clear, her media library privileges aren’t revoked and she gets to start over with a different identity.” Ms. Americana said, absent-mindedly tapping her fingers on the top of the boardroom table.

Townshend and Lady Midnight looked at each other with a nod.

“Straight out of Sergei Prokofiev’s orchestral suite Lieutenant Kijé…in that suite, Kijé only existed on paper, so all of the old Red Army’s blunders were blamed on him, and the real guilty parties walked away scott-free.  Lady Midnight, I think now would be a good time to run your idea by Wolf Woman.” Townshend said.

“Alright Angie, let’s hear it!” Wolf Woman enthusiastically said.

“In order for this to work, we’ll need another extension of Sully’s Carte Blanche status…” Lady Midnight started.

“No sweat, you got it!” Sullivan said.

“Information from Lady Eden’s contact in Broken Hill Detention Center, such as our perp’s Media Library schedule…” Lady Midnight continued.

“I’ll get right on it!” Ariella said, communicator in hand.

“A Broken Hill Detention Center guard uniform…” Lady Midnight continued.

“I’ll pull a few strings at DCPD, it shouldn’t be too hard.” Night Raven said, also picking up her communicator.

“And lastly, a volunteer to pose as the guard assigned to escort the perp to the Media Library. Someone whose traits aren’t known by Dragon Queen or any other perp…” Lady Midnight said, all eyes focusing on Reverend Justice.

He chuckled.

“Looks like I’m it!  I’ll gladly be her guard!  Any recent photos of Dragon Queen so I can make a positive visual ID?  Agreed I could try to read her mind, but I don’t want to tip my hand too early.  Whether or not Mei Gui Ting and Dragon Queen are the same person, I’d like to be able to tell at first glance.” Reverend Justice said, smiling.

“You guys, I could kiss you all! Once all of the pieces are in place, we move in. If we’re really lucky, this ends tonight!” Wolf Woman said with an excited grin.

Chapter 15 - Broken Hill Maximum Security Women’s Detention Center, Thursday afternoon

“You’re new here aren’t you? I’m familiar with every guard escort in this birdcage, but it’s the first time I see your handsome face!” inmate Mei Gui Ting flirtatiously said, looking up from her bunk.

“Sure thing ma’am, I got a transfer from Saint Peter’s Juvie Hall…I was supposedly ‘too physical’ with the young snot-nosed punks.” The new guard said, unlocking her cell door.

“Hm, I certainly don’t mind a hunk who’s not afraid to get physical! I think we’ll get along just fine, mister?” Mei Gui Ting said standing up from her bunk, laying the charm on thick.

“Luke Joseph ma’am, and I hope it won’t get to the point where I have to restrain you.” Joseph said, observing the attractive inmate as she walked past him.

“ID is a 90% match thus far. Ms. Ting looks like Dragon Queen’s picture, but without the makeup Dragon Queen normally wears, she looks drabber, more haggard…” He telepathically said.

“Keep observing baby-doll, sooner or later she’ll offer you sex for extra internet time. You saw the elaborate dragon tattoo on Dragon Queen’s leg. The likelihood of two women having an identical tattoo at the exact identical angle is slim to none. If you see the tat, you know what to do next.” Ariella replied.

“Well Luscious Luke, the Media Library is right this way…while you stare at my ass, surely you’ve heard of the way things work in this cell block?” she said, exaggeratingly rolling her hips as she walked.

“I’ve heard rumors from the other guards yes, I thought they were pulling my leg.” He said aloud.

“Right, like that baggy jumpsuit makes your ass look sexy!” he privately thought.

“All true pretty boy, it was actually rather simple. As luck would have it, Warden Jones retired 6 months ago, and his replacement, our beloved Jimmy Cobb, is a pervert with a fetish for lesbian sex. He got wind of my techno-savvy and had me set up a direct feed to his computer of certain key cameras in the inmates’ shower room, certain shared cells where I knew the girls were intimate…in exchange, I got my Media Library privileges restored.” She said in a pleasant tone, gracing him with a wink as she looked over her shoulder.

“Okay, a perverted and corrupt Prison Warden, is my wire working alright? I’m getting some primo dirt here!” he telepathically communicated.

“Working well, she’s being recorded for posterity my love! How’s the head?” Ariella telepathically replied.

“As long as I focus my telepathy on you and shut her out, no headache. She really has a high opinion of herself the smug bitch!” he telepathically replied.

“Little did he know that I gave myself full control of the Prison’s entire closed-circuit camera network among other things. Which comes in real handy when I’m bartering for extra Media Library time and extra internet access.” She said as they approached the Media Library’s door.

“I’m afraid to ask.” He said.

She laughed.

“I’ve given oral sex for an extra 30 minutes, intercourse for an extra hour, and anal for an extra two hours. I make sure the Media Library security cameras simply show me browsing the Internet while I do the dirty with the guard…then I modify the Media Library’s schedule so Warden Jimmy isn’t the wiser and doesn’t get my guard escorts fired.” She said as she opened the Media Library’s door.

He inhaled deeply, feeling nervous.

“Come on Lucas, you’ve seen naked women before, don’t be so nervous!” he thought as the Media Library’s lights automatically flickered and turned on.

She noticed his discomfort and smirked mischievously.

“What do we have here, a virgin hunk? Or better yet, a married man I’m turning on and making nervous? Great, I love me a challenge!” she said smiling smugly, locking the door behind them.

She laughed again and made her way to the computer desk.

“So what’s your turn-on Luscious? How much would extra time cost me, since my standard allotted time is 30 minutes?  I normally work in 30-minute blocks, if I want a full hour, what will the extra 30 minutes cost me?” she said, switching on the desktop.

“Well…I’d get a kick out of watching you work naked…” he said trying to keep his composure.

She gave him a surprised look.

“Is that it? Luscious, you work for cheap! Normally I’d have a mouthful of cum by now! Well if that’s all you need to get me that extra half hour, we’re going to do wonderful business together!” She said, toeing her shoes off as she modified the Media Library’s schedule and security camera sequence.

“It’s okay to feel aroused baby-doll, don’t feel guilty, she is an attractive woman, besides, it’s the only way to know for sure.” Ariella telepathically said, sensing his arousal as Mei Gui Ting now faced him, pulling her zipper down with a teasing smirk on her lips.

She struck a pose and winked at him.

“That’s an intricate tattoo on your leg there ma’am!” he said, letting the joint team know that it was a positive match.

“So Mei Gui is Dragon Queen!  But keep playing along. Let’s see if she makes any other off-the-cuff statements.” Ariella’s voice said within his head.

“Uh-huh, like what you see Luscious Luke?” she said, making a show of turning around to give him a good look from all angles.

“You sure have a gift for understatement; that prison jumpsuit hides one hell of a hot, shapely body!”  He said, gape-mouthed playing along.

She laughed, satisfied with the effect she was seemingly having on him.

“That’s so sweet of you that I might just give you a bonus once I’ve finished conducting business! Now give me space, in fact, go guard the door. What’s on this screen isn’t meant for your eyes!” Dragon Queen said, sitting her naked body down on the computer chair.

He nodded.

“As you wish ma’am, I’ll be in the corridor guarding the door…just knock from the inside when you need me back in.” he said, walking towards the door.

He stepped out, and as the door closed behind he heard a loud “What the hell?” followed by several choice expletives in colloquial Mandarin. He stifled a chuckle and brought his molecular device to his lips.

“Justice…” he said in a low voice, the device performing its usual wardrobe change.

“Sounds like she took a gander at her Bank accounts, chances are she’ll either email or Skype Carpenter soon…and when she knocks on that door expecting to see Luke Joseph, she’s gonna have another nasty surprise angel-babe!” Reverend Justice said as he ignored the symptoms of a mild headache.

“Quentin and Angela are getting a Court Order ready to have Warden Jimmy Cobb barred on the grounds of corruption. Chris, Flag Girl and Night Raven are in position for phase two: sequestering Dragon Queen and undoing the damage she caused to the Prison’s systems. While you’ve telepathically shut-off Dragon Queen to keep in contact with me, stay on your guards, Yumi says she’s quite treacherous and lethal with her brand of Kung Fu.” Ariella telepathically replied.

“Will do angel-babe…damn if Quentin’s Carte Blanche stretches out too thin with what Wolf Woman has in store for Dragon Queen and Rick Carpenter…payback’s a bitch.” Reverend Justice telepathically replied, as Special Agent Townshend, Flag Girl, and Night Raven quietly joined him near the Media Library door, smiling.

“So what’s the scoop Reverend? We already know that Sully and Lady Midnight are getting a Court order against Warden Cobb and that Mei Gui Ting was indeed an alias for Dragon Queen.” Townshend said as they shook hands.

Reverend Justice chuckled.

“Based on the scream I just heard, she found out her Bank account balance is nil. She’s probably chewing out Carpenter on Skype as we speak…somehow I get the feeling she won’t feel like bartering for extra internet time today!” Reverend Justice said, accepting a friendly hug from Night Raven.

“When she realizes her guard’s vanished and sees you in his place, she’s likely to give herself an aneurism!” Night Raven said with a chuckle, as Flag Girl now gave him a friendly hug.

“Aren’t you worried she might make the link between Joseph and you?  She is highly intelligent.” Townshend said.

Reverend Justice sighed, looking sad.

“Then…I’ll have to do to her what Ariella and I did not do to the Sisters of Sin. They knew that, should they intend on disclosing our secret identities, we would erase their memories.” Reverend Justice said.

“Thus Pax Angelica…” Flag Girl said.

Reverend Justice nodded.

“Had we sensed any intention from either one of them to go public with our names, we could have and would have erased those memories from their minds…which could have rendered them catatonic or severely brain-damaged. Ariella and I breathed a sigh of relief when we sensed that neither sister wished to try their luck.” Reverend Justice said, a slight smile on his lips.

Townshend, Flag Girl and Night Raven exchanged a look and then smiled at him sympathetically.

“While you preach the Gospel of Hard Knocks, your concern for the well-being of all, including your foes…I’ll apologize to Ariella later but…” Night Raven said, taking a few steps towards him and stealing a quick peck on his lips.

Reverend Justice blushed and his smile grew wider.

“Thanks…but what earned me that kiss Sister Night Raven?” he asked.

“For still being a decent human being underneath the Grim Preacher mantle! It’s so easy for us to lose perspective and let anger guide our actions.  Which isn’t to say that Sully’s ‘different rules for different criminals’ isn’t valid; simply that we can get jaded after a while and wrap all criminals in the same blanket.” Night Raven said with a charming wink.

A knock from the other side of the door got their attention.

“Let’s move out of the way, I want to hear her reaction when she sees him!” Flag Girl said, as she, Night Raven, and Townshend moved to the side of the Media Library door.

He opened the door, and rather than screaming, Dragon Queen stood there, frozen and gape-mouthed. As he had anticipated, Dragon Queen was in no mood to barter for extra time and had decided to slip her jumpsuit back on.

“Now that was anticlimactic!” Reverend Justice said, using a lower vocal range.

He could sense a mixture of anger, frustration, anxiety, and fear as it finally dawned on her that the game was over.

“Luscious? Where’d he go?” she asked, her voice a weak whisper.

“He took a long vacation, and so has Warden Cobb. I’d normally say ’repent sinner’, but it would be lost on you. Little sisters?” Reverend Justice said, letting Flag Girl and Night Raven pass.

“Payback’s a bitch Dragon Queen!” Flag Girl said, arms crossed.

“Cooperate, and our Preacher’s hand-of-God won’t strike you down. Resist us, and we will carry your unconscious body to the Coliseum of your own doing, to face your own lions…or wolves!” Night Raven said.

“Good religious reference there!” Reverend Justice mumbled to Townshend, who chuckled.

He armed his right stinger, a precognitive flash telling him what Dragon Queen had in mind.

With a furious growl, Dragon Queen attempted a roundhouse kick to Night Raven’s head, which ended up hitting her in the shoulder knocking her sideways as the hand-of-God stinger shot hit Dragon Queen square in the chest. Flag Girl steadied Night Raven by the shoulders as Dragon Queen collapsed to the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked, mad at himself that he hadn’t stingered Dragon Queen fast enough.

“I’ll be fine…I should have expected that kick but damn it, she still took me by surprise!” Night Raven said, shaking her head.

“Alright ladies, if you could drag inmate 3822C-022 back to her cell, I’ll get busy fixing the Prison’s systems!” Townshend said, smirking.

“On it! Why did she have to choose the hard way? Now we have to carry her!” Night Raven said.

“Yeah, you grab the feet, I’ll lift her under the arms.” Flag Girl said.

“No fondling now girls!” Townshend said, as he and Reverend Justice made their way to the Control Center.

“Ha! Ha! How droll Agent Townshend!” Flag Girl said as they carried the unconscious Dragon Queen back to her Cell Block.

Reverend Justice removed his hat and awkwardly massaged his scalp with a gloved hand.

“Tension headache again big guy?” Townshend asked.

“Big time, the flurry of furious, evil thoughts emanating from Dragon Queen’s mind as Night Raven served her that line about being thrown to the lions or to the wolves and the precognitive flash I got a split second before she tried to kick Night Raven’s head in…” he said, with a sigh.

“I’m sure Ariella and Az will do short work of that tension headache mind you!” Townshend said, with a complicit wink.

He put his hat back on and chuckled.

“Yeah, those four-handed massages do work wonders! And look at me, all of those pockets in the trench coat and it never dawned on me to carry a small bottle of acetaminophen! I swear though, as she was fighting not to pass out, her mind kept repeating furiously ‘go ahead! Throw me to the Wolves! Throw me to Wolf Woman’s pack! I’ll kick the men’s balls up their throats! I’ll cave Wolf Woman’s head in, I’ll flatten her tits, I got nothing left to lose, go ahead, try me!’…hateful, hateful woman, she belongs in here.” Reverend Justice said, with a sigh.

Townshend stopped and cast Reverend Justice an amused look.

“Oh she’d want that would she? Ariella probably already told Wolf Woman, but just in case…” Townshend said, pulling his smart phone out of his pocket.

“Townshend to Wolf Woman do you copy? Our favorite Preacher caught a juicy tidbit as Dragon Queen passed out, I think you’d like to hear it!” Townshend said, grinning from ear to ear.

Chapter 16- Payback

Dragon Queen woke up with a gasp, chest tingling and foggy-brained. She raised her head and realized that she was restrained and blindfolded. Lying on a concrete floor, she could hear the mosquito-like buzzing of old neon lighting blending in with the sound of her own breathing.

“What…” she started, only to be interrupted by a booming female voice within her head.

“Yes, so many questions. What Happened? You refused to surrender peacefully and the hand-of-God struck you down. As you collapsed, you challenged Wolf Woman’s Pack, did you not?” Ariella’s telepathic voice resonated in her head.

“Nothing I’d love more, whoever you are! But you have me at a disadvantage…besides, I’m pretty sure whatever you’re doing to me isn’t exactly legal, my Lawyer’s gonna have a field day with this, can you spell parole?”  Dragon Queen said, putting up a brave front.

“Lawyer? And what pray tell are you paying him or her with? Your original wealth is still frozen and tied up, and as you saw, the profits from your latest scam have vanished into thin air. Good representation costs money my dear. And besides, you are currently in your cell reading a book.” Ariella telepathically said.

“You…you’re using my own program against me!” Dragon Queen blurted out, nearly sobbing.

“My, you are smart! Special Agent Townshend decided to keep that particular subroutine up for an extended period of time. At least until we grant your wish…and give the men and women you profited from a sense of poetic justice, then that subroutine will be deleted. You get to fight Wolf Woman, yes, she’s actually looking forward to it.  But once it’s done, you’re back to solitary confinement, all Media Library privileges revoked. As far as the Legal system goes, you never left your cell, and a different woman who bears a resemblance to you fought in that cage.” Ariella’s commanding telepathic voice said.

Dragon Queen let out a frustrated growl.

“I hate you, all of you! But if I can get my hands on that big-titted, bean-eating slut, it’ll be worth it!” Dragon Queen hissed.

Meanwhile, in Rick Carpenter’s Office

Still reeling from the scathing tongue lashing received from Dragon Queen, Rick Carpenter nervously counted the cash from his safe that he hadn’t yet deposited into the ESW accounts.

“The gambling money and the bids to fuck the loser of the last Main Event is barely enough to cover the talent, the stagehands and the announcers pay…but the boss says she wants me to hold off on paying them…” Carpenter thought, feverishly typing an email to all participants explaining that their pay was frozen for the foreseeable future.

A loud knock at the door got his attention.

“Who is it?” he barked.

“Wolf Woman!” Wolf Woman answered.

“Come back later, you know I hate being interrupted when I do my bookkeeping!” Carpenter replied, annoyed, glad that he was behind a locked door.

“Not even for a blowjob ese? I feel bad for Lobo squeezing your Adam’s apple!’ Wolf Woman said, in a coy voice.

“Well…since you ask so nicely!” Carpenter said, all of a sudden horny, interrupting his typing.

He stood up and walked to the door, unlocking it. The door violently swung open, hitting him in the face and knocking him on his back, as a pair of powerful feminine legs kicked it open. Head swimming and wind knocked out of him, he saw Wolf Woman, Ms. Americana and a man dressed in jeans, snake skin boots, t-shirt and leather jacket enter his office.

“Sully old pal, watch the door while Americana and I fix up our pal Carpenter?”  Wolf Woman said, as she and Ms. Americana got busy stripping Carpenter down to his underwear.

“Will do, though it looks like this rat was about to abandon ship with the last event’s cash!” Sullivan said, looking at the open safe.

“Or preparing the payroll for all participants, we were all paid in cash, no receipts.” Wolf Woman said, tearing Carpenter’s shirt off.

“Typical mobster-style bookkeeping…” Sullivan said, as Carpenter protested while Ms. Americana removed his loafers and then tore his belt off as if it were made of paper.

He repressed a chuckle, closed the door and locked it. Curious, he walked towards Carpenter’s desk and took a gander at the screen.

“Well, well, Carpenter was about to send a general email to all ESW talent letting them know that their pay was being frozen until the next Webcast, quoting technical glitches linked to the bookkeeping software…just as Townshend did a massive money transfer with her slimy Majesty’s Bank accounts…how coincidental!”  Sullivan said, rolling his eyes.

Carpenter was now stripped down to his underwear, handcuffed and ball-gagged, face-first on the floor.  Wolf Woman and Ms. Americana stood up.

“Now that won’t do…let me edit that email…” Wolf Woman said with a grin, sitting down in Carpenter’s chair.

Ms. Americana and Sullivan stood next to her, observing what she wrote.

“Memo to all ESW talent, competitors, stagehands, security, and announcers alike. Please come to the auditorium to pick up your pay, and enjoy special entertainment for your eyes only.” Wolf Woman typed.

“Add that the powers that be will pay them a nice fat bonus, that should be enough of an incentive for everyone to show up…I’m sure our friends Brenda Wade and Sheila Holly won’t mind contributing!” Ms. Americana said aloud.

“Er…you don’t mind right Sheila?” Ms. Americana thought, hoping that Ariella could pick up her thoughts.

“Not at all, my big sister!” Ariella telepathically replied, as she, Azure Angel, and Reverend Justice kept an eye on Dragon Queen.

“That’s a primo idea Americana, thanks!” Wolf Woman said, modifying the text of the email.

Ms. Americana held her communicator to her lips.

“Annie and Otto, can you free-up the necessary funds to give a $500.00 bonus to a crew of…how many Wolf Woman?” Ms. Americana said, looking at Wolf Woman.

“Including me, 37, but never mind me, hell, you can distribute my share to the rest of the crew.” Wolf Woman said.

Ms. Americana nodded.

“So $9000.00 from the Wade Foundation and another $9000.00 from the Holly Foundation, both sums were already pre-authorized by Brenda Wade and Sheila Holly.” Ms. Americana said in her communicator.

 “Voice biometrics confirmed Ms. Americana.” Annie replied.

“Authorization to clear the funds confirmed by Ms. Holly and Ms. Wade.” Otto said, having received the authorization by text from Ariella’s smartphone.

“Excellent, Annie, please advise Lady Midnight to collect the funds from Delta City First National Bank and to bring the money to the Capitol Auditorium’s management Office, we’ll be waiting for her there.  Thank you both Annie and Otto, Ms. Americana out.” Ms. Americana said, terminating the link.

“Okay, email sent… now we wait.  I’ve been waiting to get my mitts on that conniving bitch…” Wolf Woman said, standing up from the desk.

“While we had fun with Dragon Queen’s ill-gotten gains, we’re gonna need that laptop and the electronic video library. Hopefully we can get some of the contestants to testify…they were trying to make a buck, likely unaware of the illegal gambling, and bidding for the Main Event’s loser, which is nothing more than glorified prostitution to the highest bidder.” Sullivan said, scratching his head.

“I’ll have to confer with our Assistant D.A. friend Ms. Grear, but I’m pretty sure this whole setup doesn’t pass the Miller Test for public obscenity…agreed, the Law varies from State to State, but if the FBI recruited Wolf Woman to infiltrate…something definitely doesn’t smell right in this underground outfit!” Ms. Americana said, her eyes going from Sullivan to Wolf Woman.

“Agreed! Alright then Sully, if you could display that uncanny physical strength of yours and carry that sack of rattlesnake feces to the locker room?” Wolf Woman said.

“Wolf Woman, don’t you think that’s a bit…” Ms. Americana chided, her voice trailing off as they witnessed Sullivan scoop Carpenter from the floor and then sling him across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Well, are we going?” he said with a smug smirk.

Chuckling, Ms. Americana opened the Office door.

Delta City Capitol Auditorium, later that night.

After collecting their pay and bonus envelopes from the front desk, where a new handsome young man with a slight British accent handled distribution, the group of 36 sat at ringside, chatting amongst themselves. The PA system turned on with a loud pop, startling everyone.

Holding a cordless mic, Wolf Woman appeared on the main stage, followed by Lobo and Garou in civilian gear, save for the black masks.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attendance at what will be ESW’s Grand finale. In your bonus envelopes, you will also find a few business cards from the Wade and Holly Foundations. You need a new line of work, training for a new job? Call either number, you won’t regret it.” Wolf Woman said, Lobo and Garou applauding.

“Now before we go any further, where are you? Oh there, Sonia Gonçalves, Amazonia…I resent what you did to me with your two goons. But you were following orders, and as far as I’m concerned, we’re even. Marauders Bruno and Johnny Williams, you got the beating you had coming to you, and as far as the Pack goes, the issue is closed.” Wolf Woman continued.

This time, everyone in attendance applauded.

“So without any further ado, allow me to introduce to you, my two bodyguards, Lobo and Garou!" Wolf Woman said, handing Lobo the mic.

Holding the mic with one hand, Lobo tugged at the laces at the back of his mask with his free hand and pulled it off.

"Thank you my little sister, I'm also known as FBI Special Agent Quentin Sullivan. To the participants in attendance, don’t worry, you’re in the clear. For those of you who didn't know or suspected as much, ESW is a front for unlicensed pornography, illegal gambling, and prostitution.” Sullivan started, dropping his mask to the stage.

“Those of you who follow the news may have heard that I was in semi-retirement…not quite. As far as Wolf Woman goes, her resignation from the She-Legion was a story planted by the FBI to explain her joining the ESW ranks, she was actually working for us. And if I may add, Sister Wolf Woman has done an amazing job. Brother Garou if you please?" Sullivan said, looking at Garou.

Garou turned his back to the small crowd, facing the entrance. He brought his wrist to his lips, and with a general gasp from the 36 in attendance, his attire changed to that of Reverend Justice. He turned again to face them, and Sullivan handed him the mic.

“Fear not brothers and Sisters, as Brother Quentin said, you are in the clear. You were merely pawns trying to make a few bucks. Your testimonies are not mandatory but will be appreciated to prosecute the true guilty parties. And now, for your amusement, being escorted to the ring by Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight, and being taught a lesson in humility, General Manager Rick Carpenter!” Reverend Justice said, as Carpenter, stripped to his underwear, handcuffed and ball-gagged was led to the ring by Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight who were laughing good-heartedly.

Humiliated and blushing, Carpenter was greeted with the general laughter of his former employees as Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight handcuffed him to the cage surrounding the ring. Also laughing, Wolf Woman ran to the ring, her breasts bouncing merrily. She entered the cage, playing to the small crowd.

“Currently in the ring, from Mexico City, weighing a lean and sexy 145lbs, a former CMLL Ladies Champion, the one and only Sister Wolf Woman!” Reverend Justice said, in his best ring announcer's voice, former participants applauding, Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight joining in, also sitting at ringside.

“Her opponent, escorted to the ring by sisters Flag Girl, Night Raven, Azure Angel and Angel Ariella…she’s that dangerous, hailing from the Hebei Province in China, weighing a lethal 136 lbs, the puppet master, the one who ordered Wolf Woman’s three on one attack; Genghis Khan's brood, Dragon Queen!" Reverend Justice said as Dragon Queen, dressed in a Mui Tai outfit, stumbled her way to the ring, still feeling the after-effects of the hand-of-God stinger shot.

Ms. Americana, Lady Midnight, Flag Girl, Night Raven, Azure Angel and Ariella, copiously and loudly booed her, the former participants booing along. Looking a tad green and nauseated, Dragon Queen entered the cage.

Smiling, Reverend Justice handed the mic back to Sullivan, as Townshend sat at ringside next to Lady Midnight, after making sure the former employees had all received their pay and bonus envelopes.

“This is not a strip-to-win contest, there is no sexual punishment stipulation...unless the contestants wish to go there. This is a simple last woman standing contest.  The first contestant to be out for the count of ten seconds has lost the match. As a matter of fact…Ms. Candy, come forward? You get in the cage, you’ll be the special referee for this contest, just keep out of the way and do the 10 count once one of them is down! Now, calling Peter Day, where are you? Ok, Pete, if you could do the honors of ringing the bell?” Sullivan said.

Candy stepped into the ring and Peter made his way to the empty announcer’s desk. Flag Girl closed the cage door and she, Night Raven, Azure Angel and Angel Ariella made their way to ringside to sit near their friends. Sullivan and Reverend Justice walked closer to the cage to watch the door in case Dragon Queen tried to make a run for it. Peter rang the bell and the match was on.

“Hebei Province, how the Hell do you know that?” Sullivan mumbled off mic.

Reverend Justice chuckled.

“Ariella and I are telepaths, remember?” he replied.

“Right…well I’m sure glad we’re friends!” Sullivan said, smirking.

Chapter 17 – Face-Off

Wolf Woman and Dragon Queen circled each other, Wolf Woman looking fierce, while Dragon Queen looked like she was about to pass out.

“Keep your guard up Luiza, she’s faking! She’ll pretend to lose her balance and then surprise you with a pivoting kick to the head!” Ariella and Reverend Justice’s combined telepathic voices projected.

Startled at first, Wolf Woman pivoted, parried, and blocked Dragon Queen’s kick in a quick, fluid motion.

“Thanks for the heads up amigos, she almost had me fooled!” Wolf Woman thought, following-up with a back roll and assuming a defensive stance.

“Ugh, lack of action has dulled my reflexes, that kick should have caved your pretty face in!” Dragon Queen said teeth clenched, flipping her ponytail back.

“Excuses, excuses! Usually, your brainwashed ninjas did most of the work for you, then you’d move in for the easy coup-de-grace! Not so easy when you have to fight your own fights eh tiny?” Wolf Woman said, pushing Dragon Queen’s buttons.

With a growl, Dragon Queen followed up with a quick flurry of kicks, right leg front kick, pivot, left leg roundhouse kick, pivot again, and right leg high rear kick; which hit the sides of Wolf Woman’s arms who was allowing Dragon Queen to expend energy, wearing herself out.

Frustrated, Dragon Queen shouted a loud, high-pitched Kiai and delivered a leaping side-kick that was intended for Wolf Woman’s throat but ended up glancing at the top of her 40G breasts as Wolf Woman bent over backward in the bridge position to duck the kick. Dragon Queen’s foot ended up sliding Wolf Woman’s bikini top off her breasts in the process, exposing her massive mounds.  Dragon Queen landed on her feet with a grunt as Wolf Woman stood up and casually slipped her top back onto her bodacious bronze breasts.

“Gee, I realize you’re bi and haven’t had sex in a long, long time in solitary confinement but come on…” Wolf Woman said.

Growling, Dragon Queen rushed her, hoping to take her down with a tackle to the torso. Wolf Woman’s in-ring experience recognized the oncoming attack, sidestepped Dragon Queen and caught her in a headlock.

“…I mean, you heard what Agent Sullivan said, this isn’t a strip-to-win contest chica!  Mind you, I’m flattered! I guess you don’t get to see a rack like mine every day behind bars, my bazookas must really turn you on if you’re gonna try to take my top off with your feet, kinky girl!” Wolf Woman said, still taunting Dragon Queen, leaning into the headlock and bringing her down to her knees.

Grunting out of pain, Dragon Queen tried to wiggle out, but Wolf Woman only tightened the hold. Slowly, Dragon Queen managed to turn her head so her face was pressed against Wolf Woman’s right breast, and in a desperation move to break the hold, she opened her mouth and pressed her teeth against it.

Feeling the teeth pressed against her breast, out of pure reflex, Wolf Woman quickly released her hold before Dragon Queen could chomp down, and performed a quick go-behind. She followed up with a chin lock, wrapping her legs around Dragon Queen’s torso in a body scissors, restricting her airflow.

“You really do want my tits don’t you, you dirty perv! I don’t mind a gentle bite on the nipples, but honey, you ain’t my type!” Wolf Woman mocked as she leaned back, stretching Dragon Queen and applying extra pressure on the chin lock and body scissors.

“Fuck-you-you-smelly-cunt!” Dragon Queen hissed, teeth clenched, squirming and arms flailing.

“Oh, wassa matter Queenie? Don’t you like the feel of my big tits against your back? Isn’t your pussy getting all wet?” Wolf Woman taunted some more.

“That’s right Luiza, psyche her out and stick to submission-wrestling! Her forte is Kung-Fu, chops, punches, and kicks, she’s completely lost in a grappling situation. Like the old hookers used to do – I mean the wrestlers, not the prostitutes – slap on a hook hold, let the opponent wear himself out, or herself in this case, then go for the kill.” Reverend Justice telepathically projected.

“But watch her elbows Luiza, an elbow in the tit is no fun!” Ariella telepathically projected.

“You ain’t kiddin’ sister, she almost bit my tit!” Wolf Woman thought, trying to control Dragon Queen who was bucking, squirming, and flailing.

Dragon Queen stopped flailing her arms and grabbed Wolf Woman’s powerful arm, unsuccessfully trying to force her way out of the chin lock.

“You’re one dumb Chicana you know that? This isn’t a submission match, it’s a last woman standing match!” Dragon Queen said in a wheezing voice.

“And you don’t think my squeezing the crap out of you will wear you down?” Wolf Woman said applying extra pressure.

Mustering every last bit of strength she had left, Dragon Queen swung her arms and shifted her weight to the left, managing to roll onto her stomach, Wolf Woman never releasing her hold, and managed to reverse-head-butt Wolf Woman on the chin, making her bite her tongue and break the hold.

“Coño that hurt! Good thing us Aphrodites heal fast!” Wolf Woman thought, getting to her knees and spitting blood-laced saliva on the canvas.

Light-headed and gasping for air, Dragon Queen crawled towards the nearest corner while Wolf Woman got to her feet, still feeling the effects of the bitten tongue and blow to the chin. Grabbing the ropes, Dragon Queen struggled back to her feet and held onto the top rope for balance.  Wolf Woman approached her, intending to grab her into a belly-to-back suplex and reapply her hook-hold.  More out of reflex than conscious thought, still holding onto the top rope for balance, Dragon Queen delivered a back kick that connected with Wolf Woman’s midsection; doubling her up.

She leaned into the cables and slung-shot herself in a half-assed manner, her left fist connecting with Wolf Woman’s sore chin without any apparent great impact, but seemingly hard enough to knock her down to the canvas, Dragon Queen collapsing next to her, still feeling the after-effects of the hook-hold.  Looking confused, Candy approached them, unsure of whether or not she should count.

“Go ahead and count Candy, if they both stay down until the count of 10, we’ll give them a 2-minute rest and they can start again!” Sullivan said in the cordless mic.

Candy nodded and began the count, the small crowd in attendance counting along.

“1…2…3…4…” they counted, Wolf Woman getting to her knees.

“5…6…7…8…” they counted, as Wolf Woman got to her feet and gently grabbed Candy’s wrist.

“I’m not done with her Hermana, thtop the count!” Wolf Woman said, lisping from the sore tongue.

Candy shrugged and returned to a neutral corner. Wolf Woman grabbed Dragon Queen by the ponytail and pulled, forcing her to her feet.  To Dragon Queen’s credit, she may have grimaced but did not cry in pain as Wolf Woman yanked her up by the hair.

“Tho you’ll flatten my thits huh?” Wolf Woman said, delivering a stiff chop to Dragon Queen’s chest, knocking the wind out of her.

She grabbed her by the ponytail again, steadying her.

“Tho you’ll cave my head in, huh?” Wolf Woman said, punching Dragon Queen right between the eyes.

She let go of her ponytail and let Dragon Queen collapse to the canvas. She put a booted right foot on her chest and looked at Candy.

“Now!” Wolf Woman simply said, looking at Candy.

Candy walked towards them and began counting.

“1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10, Peter, ring that bell!” Candy said, shouting the last part at Peter, who rang the bell.

Candy grabbed Wolf Woman’s wrist and raised her hand.

“The winner of this bout, and last woman standing, Wolf Woman!” Sullivan announced in the cordless mic, as the small crowd applauded and cheered.

Wolf Woman and Candy exchanged a friendly hug as Sullivan and Reverend Justice entered the cage.  Wolf Woman removed her foot from Dragon Queen’s chest to allow Sullivan and Reverend Justice to restrain her. Reverend Justice removed one glove and put his hand on Dragon Queen’s forehead.

“Stay asleep! You will wake up in your cell in your jumpsuit, and will retain no memory of what occurred here tonight!” Reverend Justice telepathically said, projecting a strong post-hypnotic suggestion.

“What was that?” Sullivan mumbled.

“Making sure she’s not playing possum and doesn’t try to give us the slip later! She’s intelligent and crafty enough to know how to simulate unconsciousness and we really don’t need her on the loose!” Reverend Justice mumbled back.

“Good idea, shall you do the honors? Ariella shouldn’t be jealous!” Sullivan said, with a wink.

Reverend Justice grinned.

“My pleasure mon frère!” Reverend Justice said, scooping Dragon Queen’s unconscious body from the canvas and hoisting her across his shoulder.

“Don’t leave yet Candy, oh Sully, while the Reverend secures her highness, how about you unchain Carpenter from the cage and throw him in here, I’m sure our friends in attendance would love to see me kick his ass!” Wolf Woman said, her tongue already healed.

Candy laughed, Sullivan nodded and the small crowd cheered, starting a “Kick his ass! Kick his ass!” chant, Carpenter fearfully shaking his head no. Chuckling, Sullivan followed Reverend Justice out of the cage but walked towards Carpenter, high-pitched muffled screams coming through his ball-gag.

“Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it Ricky-boy? Now behave yourself or you’ll have to deal with me before she deals with you!” Sullivan said, pulling the keys from his jacket pocket.

Carpenter cast Sullivan a terrified look as he unlocked the cuff that was secured to a bar of the cage. Sullivan twisted his free arm behind his back cuffed both wrists.

“Good boy, now right this way.” Sullivan said, directing Carpenter to the cage’s door; the “Kick his ass!” chant growing louder.

As they entered the cage, Wolf Woman and Candy ‘Crusher’ Carlson could see tears flowing out of Carpenter’s eyes.

“Hand me that mic Sully?  Thanks.” Wolf Woman said as Sullivan handed her the cordless mic.

“Well, well, how the mighty have fallen!  What’s that you say?  Speak louder I can’t hear you! What? Oh dear, Candy, could you remove the ball-gag from that big baby’s mouth? Come on Carpenter, be a man! You’re fine with ordering us to fight, rape , and be raped but when you’re about to get some payback you cry like a baby!” Wold Woman chided in the microphone, as Candy removed the ball-gag.

“Don’t kill me!” Carpenter sobbed.

“Who said I wanted to kill you? I don’t do murder, I said I’d kick your ass, I never said I’d kill you!” Wolf Woman said in the mic, in a mocking tone.

“Ah come on, you’re damn Aphrodite type, and you’re pissed off!  A pissed-off Aphrodite is strong enough to break a neck like a twig, so yeah, I’m scared shitless!” Carpenter said, with more than a hint of anger.

“Well Ricky, you’re smarter than you look! Okay, so are you saying you’re begging for mercy?  Sully undo his cuffs, I wanna see him kowtow!” Wolf Woman said in the mic, casting Carpenter a disgusted look.

Smirking, Sullivan stepped behind Carpenter and uncuffed him, pocketing the handcuffs.  In a motion that would have made the original Hollywood Blonds blush, Carpenter dropped to his knees, hands held up in the air in a begging for mercy gesture. He then bent forward and kissed Wolf Woman’s boots.

“Not a bad start, what do you say Candy?” Wolf Woman asked.

“Self-preservation is making him humble.” Candy said in the mic.

“Well said, what do you think Sully?” Wolf Woman asked.

“Like I told him, Karma’s a bitch. But is humbling himself at your feet and kissing your boots punishment enough?” Sullivan replied in the mic.

A mixed chorus of “No!” and “Kick his ass!” answered Sullivan’s question.

Carpenter knelt up, frustrated.

“Damn it, I’ll do anything Wolf Woman!  I’ll let you piss in my mouth if it’ll avoid me getting beaten down!” Carpenter pleaded, off-mic.

“Seriously? The freak said he’ll let me pee in his mouth if I don’t beat him up!” Wolf Woman said in the mic.

A mixed cacophony of “Yes!” “No!” “Kick his ass!” and “Boo!” ensued.  Teasingly, Wolf Woman reached at the fabric of her bikini bottom between her legs and moved her pelvis closer to Carpenter’s face.  She then brought the cordless mic to her lips and moved her hand from her crotch.

“Did you really believe I’d stoop to that level? That’s something your boss would do!  You might not think so, but I do have principles!  GET UP!” Wolf Woman screamed, furious, tossing the cordless mic to Candy.

Looking as pale as a ghost, Carpenter knelt motionless, petrified. Sullivan grabbed him by the hair with his right hand, and by the tighty-whities with his left; lifting him to his feet.  Wolf Woman nodded. Sullivan released him and moved out of the way as she ran in the opposite direction, hit the ropes, and returned with a full head of steam, leaped up in the air, and delivered a violent dropkick to Carpenter’s chest, both heels connecting with his sternum.

Wolf Woman hit the canvas and observed as Carpenter, the wind knocked out of him, awkwardly hit the ropes behind him, falling out of the ring between the top and middle ropes and hitting his head against the cage for good measure before hitting the concrete floor.  Wolf Woman got to her feet to a standing ovation and comically bowed. 

Reverend Justice returned to the cage as Dragon Queen was sleeping securely in the back of the Chariot. He joined Sullivan at ringside as he tended to the unconscious Carpenter.  In the ring, Wolf Woman and Candy were howling loudly, the small crowd of the 36, Townshend, Ariella and the She-Legion contingent howling along.

“Not to be a jerk about it, and I know you have Carte Blanche status…but how do you explain this in your report?” Reverend Justice asked in a low voice.

“Miss Réjeanne will have him fixed up in no time, and as far as the Bureau goes, this never happened. He’ll be ship-shape when he faces the Judge, and his version of the facts will be so outlandish he’ll be spending the rest of his life in a padded cell if he tells the truth.” Sullivan said, with a shrug.

Reverend Justice shook his head and chuckled.

“Guess I should find a stretcher, keep an eye on him Rev?” Sullivan asked taking a look under the ring apron.

“You got it Brother Quentin! Poetic justice is justice no less…Carpenter’s a bloodsucking parasite who deserved ten times worse. I was more worried about your career in the Bureau than anything else!” Reverend Justice said, smiling at his friend.

Sullivan returned his smile as Wolf Woman addressed her former ESW alumni.

“Okay everybody, thanks again for being here. Don’t hesitate to call the Wade Foundation or the Holly Foundation if you truly want a change in careers. Those of you who wish to stick around to give your testimony, Special Agents Sullivan and Townshend will be at your disposal as soon as the two perpetrators are in custody, and I see that Special Agents Robinson and Carter have just arrived to help take your statements. Those of you who prefer not to, you’re free to go. I’m Wolf Woman, She-Legionnaire, good night!” Wolf Woman said, switching off the mic.

“Your concern’s appreciated mon frère, but not to worry. In the cesspool that is Delta City, I’m the Garbage man, the Dirty Harry the Bureau needs to clean up the place. I see a stretcher right here…” Sullivan said, reaching under the ring.

“Dirty Harry and the Grim Preacher…I like it!” Reverend Justice said, helping him pull the stretcher from under the ring.

Chapter 15- After the bell- part 1

She-Legion Central boardroom, later that night

“…so in spite of the proper channels being ignored, and of Special Agent Ross’ lackadaisical briefing of Wolf Woman; she still came through with flying colors after requesting the appropriate backup.” Sullivan dictated to Annie, pacing back and forth.

Sitting at the boardroom table and observing him, Ms. Americana winked at Wolf Woman and flashed her left nipple to Sullivan, to see if she could distract him. Sullivan noticed, smiled appreciatively, and continued.

“She masterfully dismantled Dragon Queen’s illicit operations, and assisted the FBI in apprehending Richard Carpenter as well as helping us obtain the relevant testimonies to prosecute…” Sullivan dictated, repressing a chuckle.

Snickering, Wolf Woman pulled up her bikini top, flashing him both 40G breasts, Ms. Americana giving her shoulder a playful swat. Sullivan cast them a look that meant “Will you two behave?” and continued.

“…the She-Legion and Night Guardians provided said backup. The coordinated effort unmasked corruption at the Broken Hill Maximum Security Women’s Detention Center….” He said, voice trailing off as Ms. Americana removed her mask, bikini top, and gloves, and knelt before him.

She firmly grabbed his muscular buttocks, pulling his pelvis to her pretty face. She cast Wolf Woman a grin that seemed to say “Top that!” and pulled Sullivan’s zipper down. Sullivan drew in a sharp breath, trying to keep his composure as she released his hardening member from his pants. He cleared his throat and continued.

“Warden, ahem, Warden James Cobb and several Prison guards are currently under investigation as a result. The ESW Video Library is currently…” Sullivan said, trying to ignore the sweet sensation of Ms. Americana’s mouth fellating him.

Snickering, Wolf Woman also removed her mask, bikini top, and gloves and knelt next to Ms. Americana, taking turns sucking his cock and licking his balls for good measure.

“…being reviewed by the gasp! By the legal team at the Delta C-City Field Office. Got all that Annie?” Sullivan asked his right hand on top of Ms. Americana’s head, his left on top of Wolf Woman’s.

“Damn, I’m sure glad I said ‘office’ and not ‘orifice’!” he thought, pulse racing as Ms. Americana and Wolf Woman now pulled his pants down, still taking turns fellating and licking.

“Yes Mister Sullivan, usual federal report format?” Annie asked.

“Yes, Annie, copies to Washington and the Delta City field Office. Thank you!” Sullivan said.

“You are welcome Mister Sullivan, report being emailed now.” Annie said.

Sullivan terminated the link, the surge of Aphrodite pheromones in the air making him feel light-headed

“Damn it you two! I wouldn’t have said no to a threesome with Luiza, but here in the boardroom? While I’m dictating a report for the Bureau no less?” he said, feeling an odd mixture of annoyance, arousal, and amusement.

Brenda and Luiza chuckled and sensually flicked their tongues together, teasing him.

“If I wasn't so worried we get caught, I’d say you two naughty girls deserve to be disciplined!” Quentin said, bending down to pull his pants up.

Giggling louder, Brenda held onto his pants keeping them down to his ankles, while Luiza gave his shaft a firm squeeze with one hand and pushed him back up with her free hand. He gasped, straightening up.

“Okay, they’re in charge then…” he thought disjointedly as the double dose of Aphrodite pheromones was winning the battle for self-control.

“Relax ese, the night shift operates from the Control Room, not the boardroom! Besides, Brenda locked the door when we came in!” Luiza said with a wink, kissing the head of his cock.

“So you say you want to discipline us naughty girls, huh? What are you gonna do, fuck our faces until we gag?” Brenda said with a mischievous smirk.

Luiza cast her a stunned look. While she had been hoping for a kinky threesome with Sully and Brenda, a “face-fuck-‘til-you-gag” sounded neither sexy nor exciting.

Brenda and Quentin looked at her and chuckled.

“We’re role-playing hermosa Luiza, Brenda has the ability to deep-throat me without gagging, but you don’t have to do it if it makes you feel uncomfortable!” he said in a comforting voice.

Luiza smiled sheepishly.

“Well, girls will talk…I’ve heard of Brenda's ‘it’s alright to have sex with Sully as long as she’s involved too’ rule, I’ve also heard of the ‘friendly deep-throat competitions’ you sometimes have, which sound fine to me…but face-fucking implies him forcefully thrusting that big burrito of yours down our throats…that makes me a teeny bit nervous!” Luiza said, once again winking at him, kissing the head of his cock, and then stealing a peck on Brenda’s lips.

“We don’t have to get rough Luiza, you and I plotted to corner Quentin in the boardroom…” Brenda began saying.

“Why am I not surprised?” Quentin mumbled.

“…and made it look like a spontaneous threesome, floating the risk of getting caught to keep things exciting and kinky. As rough and passionate Quentin may get, he still remains a considerate lover. Care to demonstrate my love?” Brenda said as she cast him a smoldering look.

“Sure thing…say, to keep within the ‘disciplining you two naughty girls’ theme, how about you gorgeous ladies stand up and bend over the boardroom table?” Quentin said, pulling his t-shirt off and dismissively tossing it aside.

Giggling excitedly, Brenda and Luiza got to their feet, moved a few chairs out of the way and leaned against the boardroom table, teasingly wiggling their shapely asses at him.

“Oh, gonna give us a spanking then Sully?” Luiza said, snickering.

“I haven’t decided yet! Now you bad girls behave and look straight ahead, do not look back! ” Quentin said with a grin, caressing their smooth, muscular backs with each hand.

They hummed and cooed their approval.

“Oh, that feels nice Quentin!” Brenda said, eyes closed, enjoying the caress on her back.

Luiza sighed contentedly and nodded.

“Sure does…after all the rough play we have to deal with in the field, I find Sully’s strong, warm hand very soothing on my back…feel free to go lower; this is a threesome!” Luiza said, grinning, teasingly flexing her shapely muscular buttocks.

“Patience lovely chica…and keep your eyes forward!” Quentin said, crouching.

Tenderly, he kissed Brenda in the small of her back, making her gasp; her skin covering with goosebumps, nipples getting rock hard.

“What’d he do? What’d he do Brenda? Sounds intense OH!” Luiza said, resisting the temptation to look over her shoulder, and ending her sentence with a yelp as Quentin now kissed the small of her back.

“Good technique huh?” Brenda said, casting Luiza a furtive sideways glance.

“No kidding! Not knowing what he’s going to do next sure enhances the sensations! I don’t know about you Brenda, but my nipples feel so hard they could be used as lethal weapons, and I can feel a widening wet spot in my bikini bottom!” Luiza said, breathing faster, heart pounding.

Quentin and Brenda chuckled at the lethal weapons comment, and he knelt behind Luiza, gently grabbing the waistband of her bottom.

“Well then, let’s pull that bottom from your gorgeous bronze bottom, Ms. Luiza!” Quentin said, in a smooth, seductive voice.

As he sensually and slowly pulled her bikini bottom off her behind and down her legs, she began trembling, out of a mixture of desire, anticipation, and nervousness.

“I can’t stop shaking…” she said in a near whisper.

Brenda wrapped her left arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, kissing her lips. Quentin maneuvered her bikini bottom around her boots, smelled it, and then dropped it to the floor. He then kissed her buttocks, left to right, and then buried his face between her bronze buttocks, passionately kissed her vulva, perianal area, and anus.

“OH MY GOD SULLY YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY!” Luiza shouted, trying to turn around and grab him, but held steady by Brenda who still wore her Mega-belt.

“No, you don’t Luiza! Not until he’s done disciplining us!” Brenda said in a teasing voice.

“Madre de Dios Brenda, he made me so horny! AY!” Luiza shouted as Quentin gave her left buttock a warning swat.

“That was for trying to turn around, naughty girl!” Quentin said, now crouching behind Brenda, pulling her bikini bottom down in the same slow and sensual manner.

“You…you’re not pulling my boots off?” Luiza said, with a hint of disappointment.

“Nah…they look sexy on you…or should I say, you make them look sexy!” Quentin said, now maneuvering her bottom around her boots.

“Goddamn Sully, you sure know how to boost a girl’s ego!” Luiza said with a grin, as he manoeuvred Brenda’s bottom around her boots.

“That’s not all he knows chica, as you’ll soon find out!” Brenda said, sensually shaking her bottom for Quentin’s pleasure.

As he had done with Luiza’s, he smelled Brenda’s bikini bottom, overdosing on the Aphrodite pheromones already permeating the air. He tossed it aside, eyes focused on Brenda’s shapely ass wiggling at him. He forcefully grabbed her by the hips, kissed both shapely buttocks, buried his face between them and repeated the kisses, to the vulva, perianal area and anus, making her grunt her approval.

“You’re not removing my Mega-belt baby?” Brenda asked as Quentin got to his feet,

“Seeing how feisty and vigorous our friend Luiza is, I think you ought to keep it on, just in case she loses control!” Quentin said, now giving both Brenda and Luiza a playful swat on the rump.

“Not a bad idea, I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny before…” Luiza said, giggling.

“Well I’m not sure whose idea it was to as you put it, ‘corner me’ in the boardroom for an impromptu threesome, so I’ll thank you both…I just hope I don’t blow my load prematurely from the sensory overload of sheer feminine beauty and Aphrodite pheromones!” Quentin said, left hand firmly squeezing Luiza’s right buttock and right hand firmly squeezing Brenda’s left buttock.

“Unh…Sully can we turn around yet? I promise I won’t get rough, I just wanna kiss you…is it okay if I kiss him Brenda?” Luiza said in a comical whiney voice.

“It’s perfectly okay Luiza, as long as you leave me some! Well Mister Discipline, can we turn to face you?” Brenda said, chuckling.

Smiling, Quentin took a step back, nearly tripping due to his jeans still around his ankles.

“Whoa! Permission granted, lemme grab a chair before I break my neck!” he said, pulling one of the chairs towards him so he could sit.

With an unusually affectionate expression on her face, Luiza gently held his face between her hands and hungrily kissed him, parting his lips with her tongue, darting it in and out of his mouth, snake-like; licking his tongue and lips emitting a passionate moan. She smiled at him, and kissed Brenda on the lips.

“Your turn hun, let us both show Sully how much we appreciate him!” Luiza said, stepping aside.

“Oh I have a pretty good idea…” Quentin mumbled.

“Shut up and kiss me!” Brenda said, wrapping her arms around his neck and firmly planting her lips on his.

Their tongues collided passionately, as if they unconsciously wanted to outdo Luiza’s kiss, and reassert Brenda as the Alpha-female in the threesome. After a few moments that felt like minutes, Luiza absent-mindedly rubbing her nipples as she observed them kissing, they came up for air.

“I’d say you both appreciate me a lot…I can feel my damned pulse in my cock! How about a bit of that acupressure at the back of my trapezius to make sure I don’t blow my load prematurely Brenda baby?” Quentin asked as he caught his breath.

Brenda smiled and walked around him. She comically bent over and lay her massive G-cuppers on his shoulders, left breast on the left shoulder and right breast on the right; framing Quentin’s head and making Luiza laugh heartily.

“Sexy, but not helpful my dear!” Quentin said, smirking.

Laughing along with Luiza, Brenda straightened up and they high-fived.

“Acupressure coming up my love, Luiza, help our horny boy out of his boots and jeans if you please?” Brenda said, still giggling.

“It would be my pleasure!” Luiza said, smiling brightly as she knelt in front of Quentin’s chair.

She grabbed the heel of his left boot with one hand, held his ankle with the other, gently wiggled the boot and pulled.

“He really takes care of his body, I would have expected smelly foot odor, but I smell soap, leather and fabric softener from his socks…Brenda really trained him well as far as hygiene goes!” Luiza thought, smirking mischievously as she tossed his left boot aside.

He moaned as Brenda applied pressure to the pressure points that enhanced his stamina.

“Does that feel good baby?” Brenda asked, as Luiza got busy removing his right boot.

“Always my love, always! I’m just glad I didn’t blow my load while you were taking turns sucking my cock!” Quentin said, smiling as Luiza tossed his right boot aside.

“Oh, I’m sure Brenda and I would have kept each other entertained while you reload your love gun! Like we probably would have shared your cum and made sure we didn’t waste a drop…” Luiza teasingly said as she pulled his jeans off dropped them to the floor.

“As I try not to picture that and counteract Brenda’s acupressure…how about Luiza lays on her back on the floor, you sit on her face and I slide little Sully into her pussy…unless you want to go first baby?” Quentin said, looking up at Brenda as Luiza now removed his socks.

“No that sounds perfect, I wouldn’t mind having my pussy eaten out while I watch your cock going in and out of her pussy!” Brenda said as Quentin stood up.

“Yummy! Thanks Brenda!” Luiza said excitedly as she lay on the floor.

Brenda knelt above her head and gently lowered her pelvis onto Luiza’s face, until she could feel her mouth touching her pussy. Luiza reached back and held Brenda’s legs, her hands grabbing onto her muscular hamstrings. Quentin knelt between Luiza’s legs, taking a moment to admire the sight of his two lovers, drinking in the view with awe.

“One ivory-skinned goddess I intimately know and love, one bronze-skinned goddess I’m getting to know better and like...Aphrodite herself couldn’t turn me on more than this…” he disjointedly thought as the Aphrodite pheromones overwhelmed his senses.

He gently grabbed Luiza’s booted right leg by the ankle, lifted it, and held it against his left shoulder. With his free hand, he guided his shaft to her wet vulva, and slowly inserted his manhood into her hot, tight, moist core; making her loudly grunt her approval. She firmly kissed Brenda’s pussy in response, who yelped out of surprise and delight.

Brenda arched her back and held onto Luiza’s raised leg with her right arm to steady herself, resting her right hand on her muscular thigh. Talisman pendant bouncing against his chest with every thrust, Quentin increased his cadence, encouraged by Luiza’s muffled moans of pleasure as she licked Brenda’s pussy vulva to clit, tasting her, making add her voice to the chorus of pleasured moans and groans.

“Mmmh, is he fucking your pussy good Luiza?” Brenda asked in a whiney voice, waves of pleasure radiating through her body, fascinated by the sight of Quentin’s cock disappearing and reappearing from Luiza’s pussy.

Luiza teasingly inserted her tongue into Brenda’s vulva, making her yelp.

“Oh, Madre de Dios is he ever! Don’t stop fucking me Sully, that feels so good!” Luiza said in a single breath, before resuming her pussy-licking.

“Is she eating you good baby?” Quentin asked, his voice a low drone.

“Uh huh!” Brenda quipped, breathless.

“Rub her clit baby, let’s make her cum hard!” Quentin said with a wicked grin, hugging Luiza’s muscular leg, his flesh-piston pumping into her at a rapid rate.

Brenda chuckled, enjoying the sweet sensations Luiza’s tongue provided her. She reached down with her left hand and spread Luiza’s labia, making her grunt loudly. Brenda then began circling Luiza’s clitoris with a feather touch from her left hand’s middle finger, Luiza’s muffled moans and groans of pleasure increasing in intensity, punctuated with puppy-like whines as Luiza neared an explosive orgasm.

“Wolf Woman indeed!” Quentin thought, repressing an urge to laugh.

Brenda increased her finger-pressure on Luiza’s clit, caressing it faster, making her pant to the point of near-hyperventilation, licking Brenda’s pussy at double speed, making her join in on the puppy-like whines and yelps. Luiza slid her hands up the Brenda’s muscular buttocks, and squeezed them firmly, triggering an unexpected orgasm as Luiza pushed her upward and off her face.

“Oh Dios Sully! Brenda! ¡ME CORRO!” Luiza shrieked as her body tensed up, in prey of a thundering orgasm of her own.

Face flushed, she collapsed limply on the floor, an angelic smile on her face, panting. Brenda leaned forward and kissed Quentin. She then moved to Luiza’s right, bent down and kissed her too. Quentin kissed the heel of Luiza’s boot and chuckled.

“Yeah, like she could feel that!” He thought, as Luiza put her right leg down and performed a sit up, his cock still deep within her pussy.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“So wonderful…thanks for suggesting this Brenda!” Luiza said, still hugging Quentin, casting her a furtive glance.

“So that was your idea huh? Sounds like you!” Quentin said, grinning.

Brenda teasingly stuck out her tongue at him as she got to her feet. Luiza closed her eyes and hugged Quentin a bit tighter before releasing her hug. She put her hands on his shoulders for leverage and also got to her feet, gasping at the sensation of his cock sliding out of her pussy.

“Your turn Brenda baby, you deserve to cum as hard as me!” Luiza said, now hugging Brenda, both pairs of G-cuppers squishing sensually together.

“You made me cum with that tongue-job and butt-massage Luiza, I’m not complaining, but yes, my pussy could use some Little Sully therapy!” Brenda said with a wink.

“I have an idea, let’s make use of the boardroom furnishings; Brenda, lie on your back across the boardroom table, and Luiza, 69 her? Brenda’s pussy should be just at the right height for a standing penetration!” Quentin said, as he got to his feet.

“Oh, good idea, you give a real powerful thrust when you stand!” Brenda said, as she and Luiza released their hug.

Brenda climbed on the boardroom table, followed by Luiza. Brenda lay on her back, her pelvis on the edge of the table, legs bent, knees up. Luiza assumed position on top of her, skin covered in goosebumps. She moaned quietly at the sensation of Brenda’s hot breath teasing her pussy, and cast Quentin a smoldering, lustful look. With a wicked grin, she buried her face between Brenda’s legs, making her yelp out of surprise.

“Being bad girls again, teasing me?” Quentin said, grinning as he stroked his shaft, observing them.

Luiza looked up, shot him a mischievous smile and winked, spreading Brenda’s labia open, making her grunt, giving Quentin a good look at Brenda’s pussy. Brenda sensually began to eat her out, licking her up and down, tasting her, punctuating her licks with gentle bites on her labia and clit, making Luiza moan, yelp and whine.

Gape-mouthed and eyes wide-open, Luiza lay her hands on the top of the boardroom table and propped herself up. Moaning and breathing loudly, she chuckled as she noticed Quentin merrily masturbating as he observed them.

“Okay, so my teasing didn’t bother you! Mmmh…come join us Sully, bring that big burrito of yours, and oooohhh…and slide it in here!” Luiza said, in a sultry, whiney voice, pointing at Brenda’s pussy.

Smiling, Quentin walked in closer and slowly slid his rod into Brenda’s pussy, making her utter a high-pitched groan as she kept on licking Luiza’s pussy. Charmed by the blissful look on Luiza’s face, Quentin gently grabbed her left shoulder with his right hand, slid his left hand on the nape of her neck and kissed her, thrusting his manhood into Brenda’s moist core increasingly faster.

“Yeah baby, like that!” Brenda yelped, interrupting and resuming her cunnilingus.

Moans of pleasure muffled by Quentin’s lips pressed against hers, Luiza closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasurable moment; Brenda’s tongue licking her pussy, her hands on her waist, Quentin kissing her with a tenderness she hadn’t experienced before with a man, his strong hands on the nape of her neck and shoulder. Quentin broke the kiss and smiled.

“Remember how Brenda rubbed your clit while I was fucking you?” Quentin asked, hinting that Luiza should repay the favor.

“GASP! S-Sure do!” Luiza replied with a smile, as Brenda’s tongue brought her ever closer to orgasm number two.

Moaning, panting and grinning, Luiza brought her right hand to Brenda’s pussy, and once again spread her labia open, knowing the effect it had on her.

“HEY!” Brenda protested in mock annoyance, once again interrupting and resuming her lip service.

Snickering, Luiza began massaging her clit with her middle finger, all the while giving Quentin’s body small pecks: lips, chin, neck, and pecs. Once more, the feminine chorus of pleasured moans, groans, sighs, gasps and yelps gained in intensity as Brenda and Luiza neared orgasm number two. In response to the clit massage, Brenda inserted a probing middle finger into Luiza’s dripping pussy.

“Oooh yes Brenda don’t stop!” Luiza cooed in a shaky, high-pitched voice.

“Let go Luiza, don’t wait for us, cum! Just don’t stop rubbing Brenda’s clit!” Quentin said in a warm voice.

Luiza cast him a piercing, passionate look, breathing fast, rubbing Brenda’s pussy at double-speed.

“Hmmmmhhh, Luiza I won’t stop if you don’t! That feels so good! Fuck me Quentin! Rub me Luiza! I…I…YEEEEESSSS!” Brenda shrieked, in prey of her second orgasm now sucking Luiza’s clit in her mouth, circling it with the tip of her tongue, pushing her over the edge.

“Me, me, OH DIOS BRENDA, ME TOO!” Luiza howled, shaking uncontrollably, in prey of her second orgasm.

This time, both women lay limp on top of each other, panting and chuckling; Quentin slowly rocking his hips back and forth, enjoying the tight, wet warmth of her pussy a bit longer.  Luiza propped herself up, kissed Quentin on the lips, and moved off of Brenda, who propped herself up on the elbows. Luiza leaned in and kissed Brenda next. She moved out of the way as Quentin bent down, cock still deep inside Brenda, to allow them to kiss as well.

He smiled, first looking Brenda in the eyes and then casting Luiza a mischievous look.

“If experience has taught me anything, it’s that there’s a minimum of three orgasms when Brenda and I have a threesome, sometimes that quota is exceeded, but…since you decided to have sex with me in the boardroom for the extra excitement of the risk of getting caught…” Quentin said, smirking.

“Which isn’t very likely since the door is locked and the skeleton night crew is busy in the control room…” Brenda said, with a wink.

“Why don’t we up the ante and streak to the shower room? Sex in the shower is hot, the risk of getting caught, while minimal still exists!” Quentin said, his hard member still deep inside Brenda’s moist core.

Luiza shivered at the mental imagery, large breasts shaking, and her skin once again covered in goosebumps. Brenda snickered, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

“Wicked, looks like my Quentin has a wild side! Slide out of me baby…the mental imagery is making me ripe for a few more orgasms, let’s do it!” Brenda said, giving Quentin’s muscular chest a gentle push.

He pulled out of her making her grunt, helped Luiza off the table, and then they both helped Brenda to her feet.

“Since water’s gonna be involved, we better take our boots off…and after two orgasms, I won’t get carried away Sully, Brenda can take her Mega-belt off!” Luiza said with a wink, sitting on one of the boardroom chairs.

Brenda also pulled a chair and sat down. She crossed her right leg and grabbed the heel of her boot with one hand and the concealed zipper at the back with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand; pulling it down.

“Primo idea Luiza, and just think, the added excitement from the risk of getting caught streaking back to the boardroom to collect our clothes!” Brenda said with a grin, pulling off her boot.

Luiza laughed heartily, massive breasts sensually bouncing and jiggling.

“Oh my God, look at Sully! I bet you’re wondering what you just got yourself into aren’t you?” Luiza asked, pulling her left boot off.

“Well…let’s just say I hadn’t quite think things through when I suggested streaking to the shower room and having another round in the showers…but I’m in! Either one of you hotties need help with removing your boots?” Quentin said, heart pounding.

“Nah baby, unless Luiza needs your help with her other boot, enjoy the show baby, I want our Aphrodite pheromones to keep you hot and ready to go!” Brenda said, in a breathy voice that drove him wild.

“I’m good too Sully, like Brenda said, enjoy the show!” Luiza said, seductively leaning back in her chair, breasts pushed out, stretching her naked leg, pointing her toes, enjoying the effect it was having on him.

Snickering, she straightened herself up, crossed her leg and proceeded to remove her other boot as Brenda comically tossed her other boot at Quentin, who caught it and kissed it before dropping it to the floor. Brenda stood up, unclasped her Mega-belt, and tossed it on top of the boardroom table. Smiling, she walked up to Quentin, who wrapped his powerful arms around her, holding her. Now free of her boots, Luiza approached them with a silly pout.

“Hey, don’t leave me out!” she said, lower lip comically quivering.

Smiling warmly, Brenda and Quentin opened their arms and Luiza joined them in a sensual nude huddle.

Chapter 16- After the bell- part 2, Hit the Showers

“I wonder if Joey, Chris, Sheila, Yumi, Dana, and Lydia are having as much fun as we are?” Quentin thought as they ran up the service staircase, giggling loudly.

Fortunately, the She-Legion gym and showers were only one floor up. Luiza got to the upper floor’s door first, cracked it open, and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Snickering, she led the way to the gym, large breasts bouncing sensually, followed by Brenda and Quentin.

“Oh my God, if Got Gal accidentally flips the internal security cameras back on, the girls are going to get quite the show!” Brenda said, smiling as they walked through the gym and made their way to the showers.

“Well...a good portion of the She-Legion has already seen me naked when we took that Styx water dip before we tackled Alpheus, so being seen naked doesn’t really bother me. Being watched having sex though…there I draw the line!” Quentin said, scratching his head.

“Agreed Sully, I mean the thought of getting caught is exciting, but it doesn’t mean I want us to get caught!” Luiza said.

Brenda chuckled.

“Annie, warm shower for three…and make sure the gym, locker, and shower rooms’ security cameras say off until we’re done!” Brenda said.

“Understood Ms. Americana, enjoy the group shower.”  Annie replied as if it were a normal occurrence.

“There, no peeping Tom’s or Tina’s!  Let’s warm up in the water streams!” Brenda said with a charming smile.

Taking care not to slip, they stepped under the warm water streams and resumed their sensual huddle.

“Fuck Brenda some more Sully, the water running off our bodies is giving me an idea!” Luiza said, with a wicked grin.

“My pleasure!” Quentin said as he wrapped his muscular arms around Brenda.

He slid his hands down her back, and squeezed her muscular buttocks.

“Oh, baby, I love when you get passionate!” Brenda purred, with a charming smirk.

He spread her butt cheeks apart and lowered his body, bending his knees.

“Bit of help Luiza?” he said.

Giggling, Luiza got to her knees, grabbed his shaft, and aimed it at Brenda’s vulva.

“Slide it in Sully!” Luiza said, grinning.

“Thank you!” Quentin said as he straightened his legs, sliding his cock into Brenda’s pussy.

“Mmmh, that’s so good!” Brenda grunted, gently rolling her hips.

Moaning softly, Quentin slowly rocked his hips back and forth, as he and Brenda nuzzled. Still on her knees, Luiza moved in closer to Brenda, first licking the water from her butt crack, then alternating between licking Quentin’s scrotum and Brenda’s anus.

“Oh yeah, Luiza, that feels so good…” Brenda hissed softly.

“You have a talented tongue Luiza, keep it up!” Quentin mumbled.

Luiza snickered, flicking her tongue a bit faster, focusing on Brenda’s anus, wanting her to cum fast, so she could have another go with Quentin’s cock.

“Oh my God Luiza! Don’t stop!” Brenda shrieked, Luiza’s idea working as anticipated.

She forcefully pressed her pelvis against his, grinding her clit, cock deep within her, large breasts pressed against his muscular chest as he kneaded he buttocks with his strong hands while Luiza licked her anus. 

“Oh, baby…oh baby! Quentin! Luiza! Don’t stop I’m CUMMING!” Brenda shouted, her voice reverberating against the tiled walls, feeling light-headed and rubbery-legged from orgasm number three.

Breathing hard, she leaned on Quentin, head spinning. He slid his hands from her buttocks to her back, holding her.  Luiza stood up, hugging her back, resting her hands on Quentin’s shoulders, helping him steady Brenda.

“Breathe baby, sounds like this one was extra intense!” Quentin said in a gentle voice.

She smiled at him and kissed him.

“Hardly our first threesome and God knows I’ve had intense orgasms before, most of them from you…but somehow, doing it standing, in a location other than home…it just added that extra oomph and Luiza does indeed have a very, very talented tongue!” Brenda said, turning her head and reaching behind with her left arm; kissing Luiza next.

“Your turn hermosa Luiza, face that wall, you don’t mind if I take control?” Quentin said, smiling.

“I am in your capable hands handsome Sully!” Luiza said, leaning face-first against the shower wall.

Brenda took a step back, wondering what he had in mind.  He hugged Luiza’s back, slid his hands up to her fleshy G-cup breasts, and gave them a firm squeeze, making her moan her approval.

“Strong hands…firm squeeze without hurting…well done Brenda, you trained him well!” Luiza moaned, pressing her shapely ass against his hard cock, rolling her hips for good measure.

“Raw talent sweetie, raw talent! As much as I’d like to take credit for his sexual prowess, Quentin’s a natural, considerate lover!” Brenda said, flicking her left hand’s thumb on her left nipple, right hand sliding between her legs, aroused by the spectacle occurring before her eyes.

Luiza closed her eyes and exhaled slowly as he slid his hands from her breasts across her abdomen and hips, all the way down to her right leg. He grabbed it with both hands and lifted it, rubbing his cock against her pussy, making her gasp out of surprise.  Seeing what he had in mind, Brenda giggled and crouched close to them.

Emulating what Luiza had done earlier, she guided Quentin’s shaft into Luiza’s pussy.

“Yes…” Luiza groaned, tilting her head back, gape-mouthed.

Leaning his left hand against the tiled wall for balance, Quentin pumped into her pussy taking care not to slip, while Brenda buried her face into Luiza’s crotch for good measure, alternatively licking her clit and Quentin’s scrotum, still emulating Luiza’s previous actions.

“Sully…Brenda…don’t stop! PLEASE-DON’T-STOP!” Luiza moaned, panting, a new orgasm spreading like wildfire from within, the combined sensations of the warm water on her skin, Sully’s cock in her pussy, his muscular body pressed against her back and Brenda’s wicked tongue teasing her clit bringing her closer to orgasm number three.

“Córrete Luiza, don’t hold back, cum for Brenda and me…” Quentin said in a near hypnotic drone, still pumping into her.

“Si…” Luiza said in a shaky voice, lost in sensation, orgasm about to explode.

“Córrete! Do it!  Do it!” Quentin repeated, pushing her over the edge.

“OH-SI!-BRENDA-SULLY! ¡ME CORRO!” Luiza howled as her body once again tensed up, in prey of orgasm number three, near hyperventilating as Brenda continued to lick her clit at double-speed.

Quentin let go of her leg and wrapped his arms around her torso as her body went limp, overwhelmed by her third orgasm.

“Steady, Luiza…” he said in a gentle voice.

With a wicked smirk, Brenda punctuated Luiza’s orgasm by kissing her clit, making her yelp.

“Let me help Quentin!” Brenda said, standing up.

She hugged Luiza, their G-cuppers sensually pressed together, helping Quentin to steady her on her feet.

“Wow…consensual sex sure is intense!” Luiza said, smiling.

“Plus we’ve been doing it on our feet, out of the bedroom with no comfy bed…perhaps it takes a bigger effort to cum?” Brenda said, kissing Luiza’s left ear.

“Makes sense to me!” Quentin said.

“I’m sure Quentin won’t complain if we have another round at my place, in a comfortable bed! Shall we let our accommodating man cum Luiza?” Brenda asked.

“Oh yes! I’d like to feel his hot leche all over me!” Luiza enthusiastically blurted out.

“Tell you what, get on your knees, push your tits up and stick out your tongue; that really turns Quentin on! Old Faithful’s gonna shower you…and I’ll lick it off your body before the shower stream does it!” Brenda said in a husky voice.

“Oh so dirty…I love it! Say, if he misses my mouth, can I taste his cum too?” Luiza said with an excited grin as she knelt before Quentin.

“Sure you can, heck, once I’m done licking it off you, you can suck him clean, there’s usually a lot of leche to go ‘round…we can even cum swap!” Brenda said, walking behind her.

“Bueno…” Luiza said in a hoarse voice that made Quentin feel weak in the knees.

Brenda gently put her hands on Luiza’s neck and directed her face towards Quentin’s cock, who was jerking off, soaking in the sight of the two sexy, sensual and statuesque women before him, the Aphrodite pheromones now completely overtaking his self-control.

“Better be ready lovely ladies, ‘cause I’m on the verge…” Quentin grunted, breathing heavily.

“What do you say Luiza? Ready for Old Faithful’s offering?” Brenda said in Luiza’s ear in a near-whisper.

“Si…córrete en mi cara y mis tetas Sully! All over my tits and face baby, I wanna feel you! Do it! Do it!” Luiza growled, suggestively pushing her ample bronze breasts up and sticking her tongue out.

“Oh yeah that did it! GOD! NGH! NGH! NGH!” Quentin grunted loudly, hips bucking with every cum salvo; the first one glancing Luiza’s tongue, the second third and fourth hitting her square in the chest, running down her fit, bronze abdomen.

Panting and wobbly-kneed he steadied himself and observed his two lovers.

“Even if Luiza is just a temporary lover we did make love…” Quentin privately thought as Brenda helped Luiza to her feet.

He stepped behind Luiza, gently grabbed her right arm and reached around her with his left arm, cupping her left breast in his left hand and pulling her back until her shoulders touched his chest.

“Hm, I must say I love all the attention!” Luiza moaned, leaning her head back, resting it on Quentin’s shoulder.

He nuzzled her, kissing the left side of her neck, teasing it with small kisses, while Brenda knelt before her and licked Quentin’s man cream off her body, abdomen, breasts, and cleavage

“Ooh, I really, really love it!” Luiza cooed.

Brenda then got to her feet, and then they sensually flicked their tongues together, giggling.

“Well, I’ve had my fill of his leche as you call it, his burrito is yours chica, suck it clean!” Brenda said, stepping behind Quentin, putting her hands on his shoulders and rubbing her G-cuppers against his back.

“Yummy!” Luiza said, licking her lips as she got to her knees.

“Whoa! Sensitive!” Quentin gasped as Luiza engulfed his cock, licking the head, sucking it gently.

The corners of her pretty mouth curled up in a mischievous grin enveloping his penis, she got on all fours, forcing Quentin to lower his body, spreading his legs rather than bending his knees.

“Oh, the female Wrestler in you is sucking him into submission huh?” Brenda said, grinning.

Luiza uttered a muffled giggle, still licking and gently sucking.

“Damn if you girls aren’t making me hard again!” Quentin said gape-mouthed, the feel of Brenda’s G-cuppers rubbing on his back, her breath down his neck, and Luiza’s hot, wet, mouth and soft tongue on his cock.

“Well, if you cum again, so much the better. For all the multiple orgasms you’ve given, you’re entitled to cum twice in one sitting! You don’t mind if he gushes some leche in your mouth Luiza?” Brenda said, giving Quentin a play-bite on the shoulder.

Luiza knelt-up, holding Quentin’s cock at the base of its shaft.

“I’d love it! I bet Sully’s a vegetarian…he tastes good! And his bodily hygiene is perfect, I’d love a good gulp!” Luiza said resuming her blowjob and going back on all fours, enjoying the orgasmic expression on Quentin’s face.

“Oh…ovo-lacto vegetarian to be precise, one meat serving every other week to…oh my God…to keep up my creatine and iron levels…whoa! I…I’m glad I don’t taste too off!” Quentin said, breathing hard, Luiza and Brenda bringing him closer to orgasm number two..

He put his left arm behind him, reaching for Brenda’s crotch, probing with his middle finger and feeling the wetness of her vulva. He gently inserted his fingertip in her pussy, making her grunt and go on her tiptoes.

“Yeah baby, that’s nice…you don’t have to make me cum, but keep touching me…” Brenda whispered in his ear, her right hand on his right shoulder for balance and caressing her left breast with her left hand.

“Keep whispering in ear baby, keep rolling that tongue around the head of my cock Luiza…oh my God I feel so good!” Quentin moaned loudly.

Brenda flicked her tongue on his left earlobe and resumed rubbing her breasts on his back as he kept gently teasing her pussy with his left hand.

“Yeah…” he sighed.

Luiza crawled closer and took his cock deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head, her lips forming a tight, pleasurable ring around his shaft, humming loudly for good measure.

“Holy SHIT Luiza, the vibrations from your humming! I’m…” Quentin gasped.

“Do it baby, down her throat!” Brenda whispered.

“Luiza I’m gonna cum…” he blurted out in a shaky voice.

“Hm-hmm!” Luiza retorted with a slight nod.

“Do it baby she wants it! Cum! Cum!” Brenda goaded, again flicking her tongue on his left earlobe and her massive breasts on his muscular back.

“Oh God you asked for it I’m cummin’! NGH! NGH! NGH!” Quentin growled in a single breath, squirting several salvos into Luiza’s mouth and down her greedy gullet.

Light headed, Quentin moved his left hand from Brenda’s crotch nearly losing his balance.

“Easy baby, don’t fall over!” Brenda said, wrapping her arms around her.

Luiza got to her feet, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smile.

“Sex without a bed might be more hard work, but I really dig the group hugs! Did I do a good job Sully?” Luiza asked, Joining Brenda’s efforts to steady him on his feet.

“Amazing Luiza, you both did! Agreed my balls hurt from the repeat orgasm…but I ain’t complaining, it was hyper hot…but I find myself fatigued now…what’s our next move?” Quentin asked.

“Our threesomes have a pattern, agreed we’ve strayed from it a bit this time around, but usually, it’s sex, shower and sleep. Since we’re already showering I suggest we rinse off clean, towel off, sneak back to the boardroom to pick-up our clothes, change into our civilian gear…and Luiza, you’re welcome to sleepover at my place. My suites all have King-sized beds, enough space for the three of us.” Brenda said, looking at Luiza over Quentin’s shoulder.

“After spending so many nights in a cheesy, rundown Motel room, that sounds like Paraíso...you don’t mind Sully?” Luiza asked, looking into his eyes.

“Spending the entire night with two gorgeous daughters of Aphrodite? Of course I don’t mind! Let’s rinse off and get going already!” Quentin said with an excited smile.

They kissed, Luiza to Quentin, Quentin to Brenda and Brenda to Luiza. Smiling, they began rinsing off.

The End

.