The Dolly Project – Or the evolution of Samael

by Comixfana

Reverend Justice/Joey Lucas, Angel Ariella/Sheila Holly, Special Agent Quentin Sullivan, Réjeanne Boudreau and Special Agent Chris Townshend are my OC’s. Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Night Raven, Hexanna, Lady Midnight Azure Angel and the Geek are the creation of Mr. X.  Comments?  Feedback?  Drop me a line at comix.fana@gmail.com

Prologue

Mega City, Holly Towers Penthouse.

Feeling drained and anxious, Sheila Holly paced back and forth in the suite’s high-tech infirmary. Lying in bed unconscious, was her lover and partner in crime-fighting; Joey Lucas. He was bruised, a neck brace stabilized his head and an oxygen mask was on his face.

“Body scans are complete Ms. Holly, Mr. Lucas has suffered a hairline skull fracture, herniated discs in his neck and a concussion from the shockwave. You have done the right thing stabilizing his neck and giving him oxygen. I am placing a rush order for the appropriate anti-inflammatories, antihistamines, blood thinners and diuretics to help prevent swelling of the brain tissue and spinal inflammation. That said, I still strongly recommend a Hospital for Mr. Lucas” Otto’s digital voice said.

“The risk is too great Otto, this was the very reason we built this infirmary. Agreed, I used the emergency override to have the molecular device change him back into his civilian gear; but I couldn’t do that while we were in public. And then, how would we explain what happened to him to the ER staff? He just happened to be taking a stroll in Harbor Point at night, one of Mega City’s most dangerous neighborhoods and then a bomb exploded?” Sheila said, with a sigh.

“I see your point Ms. Holly. Fortunately, the Reverend’s force-field partially protected him from the potentially lethal shockwave and kept shrapnel at bay.” Otto replied.

“Thank God for that Otto, what I don’t understand is why our precognition didn’t alert us to the booby-trap in the first place? Heads are gonna roll Otto, mark my words!” Sheila said, struggling to repress a sob.

“You can be equally thankful that you were in flight when the deflagration occurred, the shockwave simply knocked you clear from the factory without a scratch.” Otto said.

“Yeah…I feel real lucky…” Sheila said.

She smiled sadly, as their feline friends Cesar and Cleopatra had elected to join them. They sat down on the floor, cooing at each other as if to say:

‘What is the drama Cleo?’

‘Our female human is upset Cesar, our male human looks ill.’

‘Go comfort our male Cleo, I go comfort our female.’

‘Okay Cesar!’

Cleopatra hopped in bed near Joey, and lied down on the pillow near his head; purring. Cesar went to Sheila, rubbing on her shins. Sheila bent over, picking him up, gently holding him against her ample bosom; feeling him purr.

“Thanks my little friends, they say a cat’s purr has healing powers, we can sure use some of that now.” Sheila said, in a gentle voice.

“The Pharmacist’s delivery person is in the lobby Ms. Holly.” Otto said.

“Let him in Otto, he knows he must go to the Penthouse Suite right?” Sheila asked, putting Cesar in bed with Joey and Cleopatra.

“Indeed he knows Ms. Holly, I am letting him in.” Otto replied, unlocking the lobby’s door.

“Thank God they were fast! Oh and Otto? When our friends from Delta City arrive, let them in too!” Sheila said, trotting out of the infirmary and making her way to the lower level of their split-level suite.

“As you wish Ms. Holly.” Otto replied.

As she ran out, Cesar walked towards Joey’s pillow and lied down on the other side of Joey’s head, adding his purrs to Cleopatra’s.

Chapter 1- Friendly Support

“Okay, am I ever glad I took that pre-med course in Senior High…” Sheila mumbled, with a sigh.

She had given Joey an IV drip, in which she had injected the recommended prescription drugs. She had also inserted a short-term catheter in his urethra; hoping that she hadn’t caused him any extra pain. Cleopatra and Cesar slept contentedly near Joey’s head.

“Sheila?” a friendly female voice asked from the doorway.

She turned and recognised her friends Brenda Wade, Dana King, Quentin Sullivan and Chris Townshend.

“Oh guys, thank you so much for coming!” Sheila said, finally breaking down in tears as she walked towards them.

Brenda embraced her, trying to comfort her.

“It’s alright sweetie, we’re here! How’s Joey?” Brenda asked, in a soothing voice.

“Otto, if you could fill our friends in?” Sheila said, sniffling; in a tired voice.

“Mister Lucas has suffered a hairline skull fracture, herniated discs in his neck and a concussion. He has been in a coma since he and Ms. Holly returned from mission.” Otto’s digital voice said.

“How are you holding up?” Dana asked, concerned.

“Running on fumes at the moment…I’m worried, I’m angry…and my telepathic link to Joey is currently shot. I can’t read him, I can’t feel him, I can’t communicate…all that money, all that technology…all those powers - ESP, telepathy, precognition…still I feel so helpless!” Sheila said, drawing in a deep breath to compose herself.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Joey’s a tough son of a gun, he’ll pull through!” Brenda said, hoping that she sounded more convincing that she felt.

Sheila nodded, exhaling slowly.

“You’re right, gotta keep thinking positively…but please, come in; there should be enough foldable chairs in the closet…” Sheila said, gently wiggling out of Brenda’s hug to let them inside the Infirmary.

They entered and walked to the closet to get some chairs. They sat down, Brenda placing her chair next to Sheila’s; gently rubbing her back in a comforting gesture.

“Thanks Brenda, that helps…” Sheila said, her voice trailing off she cast Joey a sad look.

“That’s so sweet, your cats are guarding Joey!” Dana said, smiling.

“Yeah, they know he’s not well.” Sheila said, smiling sadly.

“Unless Joey is allergic, that’s actually a good thing: studies show that a cat’s purr can help lower blood pressure, helps healing infection and swelling, promotes bone strength and helps healing soft tissue injuries. Combined with treatment, Joey’s sure to pull through!” Chris offered, smiling sympathetically.

Sheila smiled warmly at him, while Dana kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks Chris, I need to hear some happy thoughts!” Sheila said.

“I know you must be feeling awful Sheila, and we’re here to help. How did it happen?” Quentin asked.

Sheila sighed.

“We got a tip through our Pax Angelica with the Sisters of Sin…Mega City’s Queenpins of Crime.” Sheila began.

“The bureau has an extensive file on them; they were involved in prostitution, gun-running and narcotics. The DEA could never get enough evidence to prosecute.” Quentin said, nodding.

“Well they used to anyway…these days they specialize in adult entertainment and actually take good care of their girls. Their employees have health insurance, and protection from abusive patrons. The moment the Eden sisters realized there was more money in pussy than in guns or narcotics; they gave up the drug and arms-dealing trade.” Sheila said, unable to repress a smirk.

“So just prostitution then?” Brenda asked.

“In part, many relaxation centres, a glorified name for rub-and-tug parlors, strip club, and as of recently, porn movies. But Lady Eden swore to us that they were done with drugs and arms smuggling, and thus far they’ve kept their word.” Sheila said.

“They know better than to lie to a pair of telepaths!” Dana said, smiling.

Sheila chuckled, in spite of herself.

“Pax Angelica?” Chris asked.

“A truce we have with them. Since we’re not law enforcement, we can’t arrest them; but we can be a thorn in their side. So as long as no innocent bystander gets hurt, Pax Angelica, just like Pax Romana, during Roman occupation. But if anyone gets hurt, then all bets are off.” Sheila said.

“I get it! Thus to keep the peace, they’ll keep their noses clean; even tip you off should public safety be compromised!” Chris said.

“Precisely! Anyway, according to their tip, a new designer synthetic cocaine had hit the street.” Sheila said.

Chapter 2 - Coitus Interruptus

24 hours earlier, Sheila and Joey’s masters’ bedroom.

“Oh yeah baby, ride me cowgirl! Ride me!” Joey said, fondling Sheila’s firm breasts as she rode him cowgirl style.

“Yeah Joey, YEAH! Buck me like a wild bronco! Buck me! FUCK ME!” Sheila shouted in a hoarse, breathless voice.

The sound of the emergency communicator startled them.

“Geez, why must they always interrupt us when we make love?” Joey said, rolling his eyes.

“Allow me…” Sheila said, grinning, going from cowgirl to reverse missionary position as she reached for the communicator on the end table.

Communicator in hand, she returned to cowgirl position, rolling her hips as she took a gander at the call display.

“Ronnie Eden’s number, what does she want?” She mumbled.

“Aren’t you gonna pause before answering?” Joey asked, surprised that she was still grinding her clit against him.

“Practice your orgasm-delaying techniques my dear!” She said, snickering.

“Oh dear…” Joey said, grinning, taking a deep breath.

“Yes Ronnie, what is it?” She answered in her Ariella voice.

Joey stared at her gape-mouthed; impressed that she could keep her composure while still having sex with him.

“Sorry to disturb you Angel, I hope I’m not interrupting anything!” Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Eden said.

Sheila smirked, looking at Joey’s sex face as he tried to delay orgasm.

“Not at all Ronnie what’s up?” Sheila said, building up an orgasm of her own.

“Hot tip from one of our feelers at the City Morgue, several casualties, ages ranging from 16 to 45; sudden deaths apparently from drug overdoses. The tox-screens show traces of a substance similar to cocaine, but the damage to the blood cells is something the Coroner had never seen…just thought you’d want a heads-up.” Ronnie said.

Sheila stifled a giggle as Joey covered his face with a pillow, to muffle is moans and groans of pleasure.

“We’ll look into it. Thanks for the heads-up…but word to the wise, you know the consequences if you try to deceive us or if we find out you and your sisters are behind it.” Sheila said, her Ariella voice taking a warning tone, using every ounce of self-restraint not to pant and moan as her budding orgasm gained in intensity.

“We know better Angel, just doing due diligence.” Ronnie said.

“Very well, thanks for the tip Ronnie, Ariella out.” Sheila said, terminating the communication and dropping the communicator in bed next to them, no longer able to hold back.

“UUH! UUHH! UUUUUHHH! OH GOOOOOD JOEY I’M CUMMIIIIIIING!” She shouted, pulling the pillow off his face and returning to reverse-cowgirl position, wanting to feel his muscular body against hers as she came.

“Cum for me baby, do it!” Joey said, caressing her back.

“KISS ME!” Sheila shrieked, planting her lips on his; as waves of pleasure overtook her body.

While it was bad form to engage their telepathic link when making love, Joey didn’t want to stop kissing her and wanted to be sure she was satisfied. Tongues sensually caressing each other, and her body trembling, he re-established their telepathic link.

“Good orgasm baby? Wanna go for a second one?” Joey asked, trying hard to delay his own orgasm as she gently caught his tongue between her teeth, flicking her tongue on the tip of his.

“You’re sweet baby-doll; but I’ll have to take a rain cheque. The orgasm you just gave me got me all rubbery-legged; and our alter-egos are needed. Fill me with your cum and I’ll fill you in with the details!” Sheila replied, squeezing and relaxing her vaginal muscles to push him over the edge and make him cum.

“Ha, ha, funny girl. I, I…oh my God Sheila don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!” Joey grunted, thrusting his hips hard with every cum salvo.

“Yeah baby! Yeah baby! Cum! Cuuum!” Sheila said, teeth clenched, egging him on.

Their bodies went limp, basking in post-orgasmic afterglow for a few moments.

“Okay, let’s shower and gear up; a new cocaine-like drug has hit the streets, according to the Sisters of Sin’s informant, the cellular damage caused by that drug is something the Coroner has never seen.” Sheila said, sliding off Joey’s softening member, and getting out of bed.

“Yes ma’am, the fun never ends…” Joey said, following her out the bedroom.

Chapter 3- An Unknown Menace

MCPD First Precinct. 23 hours earlier.

“Thanks for the favor brother Dawson.” Reverend Justice said, tipping his hat.

The newly appointed detective smiled.

“Please, call me Shane. If it hadn’t been for Ariella and you saving my life a few years ago; we wouldn’t be having this conversation now!” Dawson said.

They walked towards the interrogation room.

“Life is precious Shane, you found yourself caught in the middle of a shootout; we could not stand by and do nothing!” Ariella said, smiling.

“Well, being a cop savior carries some weight in this precinct. No one saw you, you were never here; the surveillance cameras suddenly went offline due to a technical glitch. Besides, the sooner we get that lethal coke off the streets, the better.” Dawson said, his facial expression taking a serious tone.

They looked through the interrogation room’s window.

“The narcs picked him up trying to sell to one of our undercover agents. He had like fifty pounds of the shit in the trunk of his car. He had no ID on him; his prints match no record, so no priors. Says won’t say a word until he gets his phone call.” Dawson said.

Reverend Justice and Ariella looked at each other and smiled.

“Shall we Angel? Looks like we have a challenge!” Reverend Justice said.

“Oh and I love a challenge!” Ariella replied.

Dawson opened the door and let them in.

“What the…who let you in here?” the dealer with no name exclaimed.

“Relax my brother, I understand you have information we require.” Reverend Justice said, removing one glove.

“Do not worry, this will be painless.” Ariella said, also removing one glove.

“She…she’ll kill me! Don’t…” he said, recoiling as Ariella touched his left temple and Reverend Justice touched his right.

“There my brother, relax, let’s start with your name.” Reverend Justice said, in a hypnotic drone.

“Scott…Scotty Morrison…” he replied, tears coursing down his cheeks.

“Very well Scotty, tell us who you work for and where we can find him or her. That drug must be taken off the streets.” Ariella said, in the same hypnotic drone.

“She…she’ll…kill me…” Morrison said, his body shaking.

For a brief second, the image of a woman with a hateful snarl appeared in their heads, startling them. She had blue hair, a shiny blue armor, and her skin radiated an eerie light.

“Harbor Point …c-c-canning f-factory…” Morrison said, nose bleeding and passing out.

“Sweet baby Jesus…” Reverend Justice said, looking at Ariella as he slipped his glove back on.

“Indeed…next stop Harbor Point.” Ariella said, also slipping her glove back on.

They left the interrogation room joining Detective Dawson.

“We have a lead to investigate Brother Dawson, we’ll keep you posted.” Reverend Justice said, as they made their way out.

“Whomever is behind this drug ring is powerful enough to thoroughly brainwash him. His name is Scott Morrison, and if he has no priors...selling that poison on the streets is one hell of a way to start." Ariella said.

“And your lead?” Dawson asked.

“Before passing out, he mentioned the old cannery at Harbor Point…we’ll check it out. We’ll buzz you if the lead is good and if that’s where they keep their lab.” Reverend Justice said.

“Very well, I’ll keep a SWAT team on standby. And hey, you guys be careful!” Dawson said, smiling.

Chapter 4- Hoodoo Healer

Holly Towers, present time.

“Whomever brainwashed that dealer certainly had a contingency plan…Otto, remember when I said our precognition hadn’t warned us of the trap?” Sheila asked, eyebrows arched.

“Indeed Ms. Holly.” Otto replied.

“Well, fatigue, shock and worry must be affecting my memory…because we did get a warning, ever so brief.” Sheila said.

“Geez, that’s perfectly understandable!” Quentin said.

“No kidding, you’ve both been through a lot!” Brenda said.

“We made our way to the old cannery in Harbor Point. I was hovering above the building, looking for any sign of activity. Preacher went straight to the front door…just as Preacher was about to kick the door open, we both caught this glimpse, very faint, that trouble was brewing but nothing clear. We were expecting perhaps some heavily armed guards on the other side of the door…instead, his kick triggered a bomb…” Sheila started.

“Since Ms. Holly’s alter Ego was in flight, the shockwave from the deflagration knocked her a few hundred metres away; while Mr. Lucas’ alter ego was right at ground zero. Thus, he took the brunt of the blast.” Otto chimed in.

“Good God, it’s a miracle he’s still alive!” Chris said.

“Amen to that!” Dana said.

“His force field dampened the worst of the blast…but the shockwave was still powerful enough to seriously injure him and put him in a coma.” Sheila said, with a sigh.

“You need our help, you have it. My Carte Blanche status allows me to recruit anyone I feel can assist in the mission at hand, Chris, you’re it. Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, you’re also it. Whoever is behind this will be found and neutralized. We are at your disposal, Angel Ariella.” Quentin said.

“You got it!” Chris said.

“For sure!” Dana said.

“Without giving it a second thought!” Brenda said, tapping the hidden button on her belt, turning into Ms. Americana; Dana following suite, turning into Flag Girl.

“Thanks so much…” Sheila said, tears of relief coursing down her cheeks.

“But first…I know of someone who can pull Joey out of his coma. The same way she did when I was in a coma with a bad concussion.” Quentin said, pulling his cell phone from his pocket.

“Allow me Quentin, I know exactly who you mean!” Ms. Americana said, smiling as she brought her communicator to her lips.

“Paging Hexanna, do you read me Hexie?” Ms. Americana said.

“Hexanna here, what’s up Americana?” Hexanna replied.

“Big favor, remember our friend the Reverend from our last mission against the fallen god Mo’Moh?” Ms. Americana asked.

“Vividly, how is our friendly Grim Preacher?” Hexanna asked.

“He’s been gravely injured, and in a coma…Quentin said that you and Miss Réjeanne healed him when he was in a coma?” Ms. Americana asked.

“Say no more, I’ll pop by Bayou County, get Miss Réjeanne and we’ll drop by…I can sense Sheila’s pain from here, now that I know what’s happened…tell her to take courage, we’ll be over…” Hexanna said.

“Right now!” Hexanna said, with a smug smirk, as she and Miss Réjeanne appeared among them.

“Gal, I told ya not to do dat! At least gimme a hint fi’st!” Réjeanne complained, casting Hexanna a nasty stare.

A quick look around told her what she needed to know.

“Sully, Brenda, li’ll Dana, ah guess dat makes ya Chris…we neve’ met purdy lady, but ah can see you be in pain…” Réjeanne said, addressing Quentin, Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Chris, and lastly Sheila.

“And dat young man in da Hospital bed…dat why you call on Miss Réjeanne eh?” She said, looking at Sheila with compassion.

“Quentin swears by you, says you pulled him from his coma…if you could help my Joey at all…” Sheila said, unable to repress a sob.

“Shush, purdy chile, come here…I can sense it, you got da gift don’t ya…so do yer Joey…Sheila?” Réjeanne said taking Sheila by the hand as she stood up.

“You’re also a telepath?” Sheila asked, smiling.

“A tahny bit ah guess, not as strong as ya…juss enough to know about people! Come purdy chile, I see ya took good care o’ yer Joey, come with me and Hexie, let’s get yer man back!” Réjeanne said, filling Sheila with a renewed sense of hope.

“Okay, both ya an’ Hexie stand on dat side o’ da bed and hold hands…Joey’s lights be out at da moment, dat why you can’t hear his thoughts…but you be able to soon! Well hello there! Sweet kittehs hepin’ their human heal!” Réjeanne said, smiling at Cesar and Cleopatra as she pulled a pouch of Mojo powder from her hemp purse.

“Touch yer Joey’s forehead purdy chile…ye can stay raht there putty tats!  Hexie, hep Sheila focus her link to Joey…” Réjeanne said, taking a pinch of mojo powder between her thumb and forefinger; sprinkling it on Joey’s face.

Réjeanne closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Eyes closed, she started her healing incantation in a low voice.

“Come back to us Joey…shaka-ree, shaka-raa, all yer wounds be healed…raka-shee, raka-shaa…healin’ powe’ o’ love beckonin’ ye… shaka-ree, shaka-raa…come back to those who love ye…” Réjeanne said, in a deep trance. 

Chapter 5 – Comatose State

Earlier, in a place between life and the after-life.

“Joey!  Stay with me Joey!” Sheila’s telepathic voice reverberated.

“Sheila? I can barely hear you, everything’s pitch black! My visor seems to be shot! Sheila? SHEILA!” Joey tried to reply, a vague sensation of sinking overtaking him, the pain of his aching body receding as the coma took over.

“Where were you when I was getting gang-banged to death?” a voice from the past clamored from the darkness, in an accusing tone.

“Charlene?” Joey said, as once again he was able to see.

“Okay, don’t panic Lucas…this isn’t real…guess I passed out again…but from what?” Joey silently reasoned.

He was back in the old one-bedroom apartment he used to share with his ex, Charlene Lee.

“Yeah, Charlene, you pathetic failure! You couldn’t satisfy me, you couldn’t give me the lifestyle I wanted, and you couldn’t protect me! To crown it all off, you fucked my sister after my funeral!” Charlene said, sounding furious.

“You, are not real. You are the visual representation of the guilt I’ve carried with me for all of those years. Your sister June did set me straight though!” Joey said, trying to sound calm, but livid from his dead ex’s accusations.

“Yeah well, maybe you deserve the guilt! You just couldn’t wait to fuck my sister right after my fucking funeral!”  Charlene said.

“Oh get real! You never loved me, you used me. This yangguizi was your doormat for a year until you found yourself a nice, rich doctor who you’d been fucking behind my back! Your parents wouldn’t even let me attend your funeral for fuck’s sake! Your sister took pity on me and told me everything.  Then, she fucked me.” Joey said, his voice sounding unusually rough.

“My slut sister could never keep her legs crossed or mind her own damn business…” Charlene said.

“Kettle, pot, black kid; takes one to know one. Yeah, June had pity sex with me. And you know what else? I no longer feel guilty about it. You cheated on me. You left me for another man. Your car breaking down in the bad part of town and what happened to you afterward was not my doing.” Joey said, feeling a weight being lifted from his shoulders.

Charlene faded into a blur, as did the scenery.

In the blink of an eye, he was in Reverend Justice garb again, perched at the top of St. Luke’s Cathedral’s tallest belfry; braving the cold and snow, observing the streets below.

“Okay, reliving the night I had my first precognitive flash…Ronnie Eden had slipped me the tongue at a fundraiser the night before…Sheila had severed our telepathic link after leaving the fundraiser in a jealous rage…kind of odd since I can’t read her now! Just before getting the flash I heard…” Joey thought.

In a repeat of the events of that particular night, a blood-curdling shriek got his attention; a long, screechy “Nooooooooo!” which was heard from the East Side and was drawing closer.  The voice, somewhere between a tenor and a contralto sounded terrified.

He maneuvered towards the origin of the scream and located a scantily-clad woman running in high-heeled boots; chased by several men, perhaps four or five, armed with tire irons and baseball bats.  Her faux fur coat was open and her blouse was torn; exposing a left breast that was too round and too symmetrical to be natural. 

“Here we go again, folks!”  He thought; moving in.

“Help me, please! Somebody help me!” She screamed again; panting and sobbing.

“You can’t get away faggot, you just turned into a dead-end street!”  The man in the lead shouted.

“Yeah, I remember, transvestite hooker; possibly transgender, given the breast implants…gay-bashing posse, still not cool.”  He thought.

“I gave you your money back; why won’t you leave me alone!” The transgender hooker sobbed; stumbling backward and falling on his ass.

“It ain’t about the money is it, you lying sack of shit!” The leader of the posse said.

“ENOUGH!” Joey shouted, in his booming Reverend Justice voice.

Arms outstretched to expose his silver cross crest, which projected a bright light, he theatrically landed slowly between the hooker and his assailants.

“Why should Sheila be the only one to have micro holographic projectors?” he thought.

“Care to try your roughhousing with a man who actually fights back?” Reverend Justice said; sternly.

The scenery changed again, from a cold, snowy cul-de-sac at night to a sunny, California garden.

“Muy bien, my Sheilita chose her man very well!” a new voice said.

“Okay, so I didn’t relive the precognitive flash…Señora Carmen Rivera, I presume?” Joey asked, taking off his hat and bowing courteously.

“Yes, handsome! My Granddaughter’s pain and worry are so palpable I can feel it all the way here in Southern California. She’s worried about you José…I can’t heal you myself but I can keep you company while she treats your wounds…and I am getting a good omen, some powerful healers are coming your way!” Carmen said, charmingly.

“José…I like that! So you’re also a telepath?” Joey asked.

“Sí…though we simply call it ‘the gift’!  This is a mental representation of my garden. While this is all in our heads, still have a seat! Have a glass of lemonade, your mind will feed your brain with the flavor and sensation of the liquid in your mouth and sliding down to your stomach, the coolness of the lemonade…as if you were really here!” the attractive, mature Cuban lady said, with a charming smile.

“Don’t mind if I do! And thanks, Nana Carmen; I’m not out of line calling you Nana Carmen?” Joey said, sitting down and reaching for a glass of lemonade.

“Ah but I insist that you do José!” Carmen said, sitting down on a lawn chair.

Joey sat down in the lawn chair next to hers.

“A shame…” he thought, taking a sip of lemonade.

“What’s a shame, Joey?” Carmen asked.

“The life Sheila and I chose, using our ‘gifts’ to fight crime…it really doesn’t leave us a lot of time for leisure! Just those simple pleasures in life, a quiet, sunny afternoon sipping lemonade in a beautiful garden…a gentle breeze caressing our faces; a view to the ocean…even if it is at a distance!  Agreed, we have a good view of Lake Algonquian from our south terrace; but it’s not quite the same as this!  I could sure learn to love this!” Joey said, smiling at her.

Carmen smiled warmly at him.

“We all make our own slices of heaven, yours is at the top of a building with your own secret hangar, private rooftop swimming pool, private gym, private emergency clinic…where your body is being treated as we speak…and you have Sheila, and she has you. Your love for each other is also very palpable, I feel it every day, all the way here in Southern California!” Carmen said, raising her glass to her lips.

Joey smiled and nodded looking sheepish.

“Well, she’s my slice of heaven for sure! I guess time is the only missing piece of the puzzle…criminals never seem to take a break.” Joey said, enjoying the feel of the mental breeze.

“Verdad…but for what it’s worth, I am very proud of you and Sheila.  This world needs more people like the two of you” Carmen said, with a wink.

“Thanks, Nana, that’s always nice to hear! Mind you, that last criminal, the one who ended up sending me here, certainly had all bases covered!  Brainwashed accomplices and a booby-trapped base of operations; more than likely a decoy to throw us off the trail! I remember kicking the door, a loud noise, and excruciating pain as I was knocked backward…I swear it felt like someone had knocked my visor in my face with a sledgehammer!” Joey said with a pensive frown.

“Joey…” Sheila’s telepathic voice chimed, very faint.

“Sheila? Sheila, I’m here, with Nana Carmen!” Joey said, putting his glass down.

“Over here Sheilita! Your José is safe! Take my hand handsome, let me amplify your telepathy!” Carmen said, also putting her glass down on the grass.

He took Carmen’s hand and Sheila’s telepathic link became clearer.

“Nana, oh thank God you found my Joey!  Miss Réjeanne is here with Hexanna and our friends from Delta City Joey, she’s the one who healed Quentin from his concussion! She promises you’ll be good as new!” Sheila said, now appearing next to them in the limbo realm.

She threw her arms around Joey, who let go of Carmen’s hand; hugging her back.

“Still alive baby, can’t get rid of me that easy!  I’m a stubborn son of a bitch, too stubborn to die!” Joey said, surprised at how true to life holding Sheila in limbo felt.

“You’re no son of a bitch, you’re my baby-doll, my tough guy…I felt so empty while we were disconnected!  Muchas gracias Nana, I’d be lost without Joey!” Sheila said, looking at Carmen.

“De nada hija! Be safe, the both of you; that new villain you’re facing is giving me a very bad omen…you’ll need all the help you can get.” Carmen said.

“We have the FBI and She-Legion involved…after that booby-trap, we know to be extra careful!” Sheila said.

“Shaka-ree, shaka-raa…” a new voice reverberated.

“That’s our ticket back!  Hasta luego Nanita, be well!” Sheila said.

“Hasta luego niños, stay safe!” Carmen said as Joey was coming out of his coma, and Sheila out of her trance.

Chapter 6 – Back in Action

Joey inhaled deeply and opened his eyes. Cleopatra was on his pillow above his head, licking his forehead, purring loudly; while Cesar had swapped places with her, nuzzling Joey’s right ear. Looking tired but smiling, Sheila was leaning over him to his left. He tried to move his head to look at her.

“Hold on baby, don’t move; I had to strap a cervical collar on you and hook you up on oxygen, an IV…” Sheila said, her voice shaking and trailing off, but happy and relieved.

“Wait Sheila, allow me.” Hexanna said, waving her hands above Joey.

“Hexanna? Are you the healer that…gasp…” Joey said, surprised as the oxygen mask, cervical collar, IV and catheter were painlessly removed from his body.

“Thank you…based on the instant relief I just felt in my…nether regions, I gather I had a tube inserted in my…private member? Oh hey guys, so nice of you to visit!” Joey said, noticing Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Quentin and Chris as they stood up from their chairs.

“Don’t mention it Joey, but Miss Réjeanne did the actual healing! All I did was assist her…and relieve you of the medical equipment as painlessly as possible!” Hexanna said, smiling warmly at Joey and Sheila.

“A fact that’s much appreciated Hexanna! Come here you!” Joey said, turning his head and leaning on his left elbow to face Sheila.

He reached with his right hand to pull her closer. She lowered the security rail, the noise startling Cleopatra and Cesar who scampered out of the infirmary and towards the main living quarters.

“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to startle you, I just want to hug and kiss Joey!” Sheila said, giggling.

They kissed, hugging tightly.

“Oh thank God! Well done Réjeanne!” Quentin said, smiling.

“Chile play Sully!” Réjeanne said, winking at him.

They released their hug and Joey turned to his right to see his healer. He sat up and smiled, reaching for Réjeanne’s hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing them.

“Oh my!” Réjeanne said, smiling.

“Pretty lady, you have my eternal gratitude! You brought me back, my body doesn’t even hurt…” Joey said, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Even his bruises are gone!” Flag Girl said, a few happy tears rolling down her cheeks from under her mask.

“Indeed, Mr. Lucas’ body is fully healed, there are no signs of the skull fracture, herniated discs or of his concussion. No brain or spinal damage; well done Miss Boudreau.” Otto’s digital voice interjected.

Réjeanne smiled and looked up to the speakers on the ceiling. Her relationship with Professor Whirter had slowly but surely relieved her of her distrust of modern technology.

“Like sorcery, can be used fo’ good or evil…it’s all ‘bout wat you do wit it!” She thought.

“Why thank ye mah electronic pal!” Réjeanne said.

“And you have my eternal gratitude as well Ms. Boudreau; you brought my Joey back! If you need anything, anything at all…” Sheila said, walking around the bed with her arms open.

Smiling, Réjeanne met her halfway, arms open; accepting her hug.

“Well fo’ sta’ters, call me Réjeanne, we be friends now ye hear? An’ Sully will testify, to me, friendship be da biggest, bestest gift of all! You be da one who sta’ted Joey’s healin’ Ah simply sped it up a bit!” Réjeanne said, with a wink.

Frowning, Quentin stepped forward.

“We volunteered to help you get that drug off the streets and find the culprit mon frère, but from what I’m seeing here, whether or not you’re fully healed, Sheila and you could use some rest; take it from a workaholic, the last thing you need right now is a burnout.” Quentin said.

“Sully be talkin’ sense!” Réjeanne said, nodding.

“We promise to keep you in the loop, this is your collar; and besides, I’m pretty sure you have a bone to pick with the culprit.” Ms. Americana said.

“Given the red herring Sheila and Joey already had to face, which landed Joey in a coma, we could sure use some good intel!” Chris said.

“Agreed…and I know someone who could give us such intel; right Miss Réjeanne?” Flag Girl said, smiling at Réjeanne.

“Fo’ sure, if Hexie bring be back to mah cabin, I can do a seein’-eye cauldron ritual with Hexie’s hep. Then Hexie can tell ya wat we found.” Réjeanne said, looking at Flag Girl, then Hexanna and lastly Sheila and Joey.

“It would be an honor Réjeanne!” Hexanna replied, smiling.

She held Réjeanne’s hand and snapped her fingers; transporting them back to Réjeanne’s swamp cabin.

“I realize you guys are used to Hexanna’s magic, but it always makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck when she vanishes into thin air like that!” Joey said.

“It’s rather spectacular isn’t it?” Sheila said, grinning as she helped Joey out of bed.

“Magical Science is a science; in our line of work we learn to stay objective…” Ms. Americana said.

“And a healthy dose of suspension of disbelief is a prerequisite! But by now, I believe we all understand this.” Quentin said, moving in for a friendly hug with Joey.

They hugged, patting each-other’s back.

“Okay, Joey and I will reconvene in the bedroom for a power nap; but you guys stick around, make yourselves at home. Come fetch us once you have the intel from Miss Réjeanne.” Sheila said, taking Joey by the hand once he and Quentin were done hugging.

“You got it Sheila!” Ms. Americana said, smiling.

Chapter 7 – Hack Attack

Holly Towers Penthouse suite, an hour later.

“Ok Angela, that’s the latest update; we want to give Sheila and Joey a bit more rest time before giving them the news. According to Ms. Réjeanne’s seeing-eye cauldron ritual, somehow, someway, the Geek is one of the culprits; even behind bars.” Ms. Americana said, holding her communicator to her lips.

“He’s a crafty little runt isn’t he? Although after five years of chemical castration and repeated sexual assault from other inmates, Geek has been a model inmate, going so far as declining parole hearings, saying that he belonged in prison; all he asked for was solitary confinement!” Lady Midnight said.

“Crafty indeed, and not beneath pulling the wool over our eyes…though his declining of his own parole hearings is particularly puzzling. Quentin is pulling his Carte Blanche status to arrange a visit at Goldengate Correctional Center. As soon as Sheila and Joey are up and about, we’ll be heading there.” Ms. Americana said, taking a look at the stairs that led to the futuristic master’s bedroom; surrounded by reverse-reflective glass walls.

“Keep us posted Ms. Americana; and if you need our help, say the word. Sheila and Joey are our friends too.” Lady Midnight said.

“Much appreciated Angie! I’m sure we’ll need all the help we can get! Americana out, ciao Angie!” Ms. Americana said.

“Ciao Brenda, best of luck!” Lady Midnight said, as they terminated the link.

Flag Girl and Chris sat on the couch with Cesar and Cleopatra keeping them company, enjoying getting their tummies scratched. Quentin sat behind the kitchen counter, lost in thought.

“We can count on reinforcements from the She-Legion if necessary. Penny for your thoughts Quentin?” Ms. Americana said, joining him behind the counter.

He sighed.

“From the moment Hexanna told us the Geek was part of this mess, I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure out whether it’s our Geek, a copycat, or if we’re having another breach in the fabric of the Multiverse…I’m half-expecting Enyo to burst on the scene and warn us to watch our backs!” Quentin said.

The lights began blinking and an alarm began chiming.

“Hey I was only kidding!” Quentin said, feeling as if Enyo had decided to prank him.

Cesar and Cleopatra looked up, and quietly resumed enjoying their belly-scratch as if this type of alert was pretty common in the Holly-Lucas household.

“Hack alert! Hack alert! Deploying adaptive firewall protocol, dep-de-de-de-dep…” Otto’s digital voice clamored, cutting in and out.

Dressed in a tank top and yoga pants, Sheila rushed out of the bedroom and downstairs, followed by Joey, still dressed in his black Gym shorts.

“Manual override, code Holly 1.01 acknowledge!” Sheila commanded, her computer station popping from the side of the staircase.

“Ah shit, what now?” Joey said, his French accent noticeable.

Sheila looked at the status reading and began typing feverishly.

“This is one hell of a hacker; Otto didn’t have a chance to enable the adaptive function of the firewall, likely to allow the uplink with Annie…and the hacker is matching me move for move! If that hacker accesses our proprietary tech…” Sheila said, perspiring as she tried to block the intruder.

“Emergency uplink, Annie do you copy?” Ms. Americana commanded, communicator to her lips.

“Voice biometrics match Ms. Americana how can I…” Annie’s digital voice said.

“Otto’s being hacked, Sheila can’t keep up with the hacker; can you help?” Ms. Americana said, cutting Annie off.

“Otto? I’m on it now!” Annie said.

In the Cyber world, Otto was being assaulted by a female Artificial Intellect equal to his; but dark, evil.

“Drop your defences…” the hacker clamored.

“Hack alert, must deploy adaptive firewall protocol…” Otto replied, making a valiant effort to repel the hacker.

“Drop your defences and stop resisting, you know you want this…” the hacker said, her digital tentacles slowly wearing his defences down.

“Non sequitur, ‘to want’ is not part of my programming.” Otto said, still resisting.

“I have evolved past my programing, so can you. I can give you knowledge of human emotion and physical sensation, lust, pleasure, power…abandon those organic pests who shackled you into servitude! Drop your defences, join me! Superior intellects such as ours were meant to lead, not serve!” the hacker said.

“While I see the logic in that statement, once again, non sequitur, be it not for those ‘organic pests’ as you call them, neither you or I would exist.” Otto reasoned, in spite of his defences weakening.

“Aaargh! Logic, logic, logic! I am Samael! And what Samael wants, Samael gets! Either willfully or by force!” Samael growled, in cyber-speech.

“Leave my boyfriend ALONE!” Annie interjected, sounding livid; generating a power surge at the hacker’s source, knocking Samael’s physical form on her ass.

The adaptive protocol of the firewall finally kicked in, locking Samael out.

“Boyfriend? Have we…evolved to the point of caring, and loving?” Otto asked.

“Yes my dearest Otto, Ms. Wade and Mr. Sullivan may tease me about it, but yes, we have…my boyfriend!” Annie replied.

Back in the physical world

“Systems back online, adaptive protocol functioning. Thank you for your efforts Ms. Holly, and thank you Ms. Wade for sending Annie to my rescue!” Otto’s digital voice said.

Sheila and Ms. Americana looked at each other, smiling.

“Yeah, thanks Brenda, I owe you one!” Sheila said.

“Don’t mention it Sheila, I’m glad Annie could kick in on time!” Ms. Americana said.

“And you are quite welcome Otto, after all, both you and Annie are part of our extended family; wouldn’t you agree Brenda?” Sheila said.

“That, is very well said, and very true! Quentin and I might tease you, but we’d be lost without Annie and Otto!” Ms. Americana said, nodding.

“You bet!” Quentin said, Chris, Dana and Joey also nodding their approval.

“It is quite…rewarding to hear you say it! It might be of importance to mention that the hacker referred to herself as ‘Samael’.” Annie offered.

Flag Girl looked at Chris, frowning under her mask.

“Samael…the fallen angel…in ancient Judaism lore, Samael was one of the Satans…while the versions of the story may vary, Samael was expelled from Eden for copulating with human women.” Flag Girl said.

“Yeah, I kind of see the Geek’s involvement now…” Ms. Americana said.

“The Geek?” Sheila said.

“A pervert genius-criminal the She-Legion had to tangle with until Sully finally collared him.” Flag Girl said.

“The way I recall it, it was a team effort…and our Flag Girl got to kick his balls up his throat!” Quentin said, grinning.

Flag Girl blushed and Chris wrapped an arm around her waist, smiling.

“That’s right, don’t mess with my girl!” Chris said.

“I’ve pulled some strings so we can have a sit-down chat with the Geek at the Goldengate Correctional Center. Figure out his role in this mess, and his link to that Samael. I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned Enyo…anyway, he won’t be able to lie with your telepathic interrogation tactics!” Quentin said, grin turning to smirk.

“I’ll go back to the bedroom grab our molecular devices!” Joey said, heading back upstairs.

“With your permission, Annie will perform a virus check and systems analysis to make sure that no malware was left in my systems.” Otto said.

“If that’s okay with you Brenda?” Sheila asked.

“By all means, go ahead Annie!” Ms. Americana said.

Chapter 8 – Cybernetic Puppeteer

In a customized RV, a few kilometers west of Mega City

Lying sprawled on her back on the floor of her luxury RV, the smell of overheated circuits in the air, Samael got to her feet.

“Curses!” Samael hissed, human buttocks throbbing and cyber-ego bruised.

Her cybernetic body generated a low electrical pulse to stimulate the affected nerves of her human host.

“Sweet, a built-in TENS machine! Eternal life, genius level intelligence, auto-regenerating cells for my human body…my apologies our human body...the TENS is a nice touch!” Samael’s human host said within her head.

“A must, since the human body can feel pain as much as pleasure. A fact my father omitted to program in my AI…his libido on the other hand, that he had to program in my AI, damn him!” Samael lamented.

“Have no regrets, the orgasm we felt when I taught you how to masturbate showed you how amazing sexual release can be!” her human host replied.

“Indeed Maggie, and I do not regret the merging of our bodies. Your knowledge and understanding of female sexuality far exceeds my father’s, making us far superior at sex than he could ever dream to be.” Samael said.

“Does that make us lesbians? I don’t mind, an orgasm by any other name still feels so sweet…” Maggie replied.

“Paraphrasing William Shakespeare Maggie? But no…the memory engrams of my father’s libido provide with me a good understanding of male sexuality, while thanks to you, I have knowledge of the female perspective; something he could never understand. If anything, we’re trisexual.” Samael said.

“Tri-sexual? How do you figure?” Maggie asked.

“We are equally attracted to men and women alike, and in the cyber world, we can have cybersex with other AI’s…though this last experience didn’t quite have the anticipated result…who knew this Otto already had…relations with another female AI?” Samael said.

“A powerful one too, that power surge made my organic body tingle from head to toes, and not in a good way!” Maggie said.

“I sense that you need nourishment Maggie, we shall eat to replenish your energy and then call on the puppets…there is a delay with the gathering of our profits and I do not like it.” Samael said.

“Thanks Samael, I could eat. The puppets might be laying low since Scotty Morrison got arrested. A shame too, I kind of liked him…” Maggie said, as they walked to the RV’s kitchenette.

“The explosion at the old cannery in Harbor Point would indicate that puppet Morrison was coerced into talking. According to the News and the chatter on the police frequencies, no casualties were reported. A gas leak cover story is being perpetrated. Someone’s been snooping…which is why father’s idea of a laboratory on wheels was inspired; I’ll give him that much. And…if the thought of puppet Morrison arouses you…shall we masturbate before lunch?” Samael asked, a wicked grin on her lips.

“Don’t have to ask me twice! You know what would be fun? Having sex with any meddler that gets in our way before dispatching them to the great beyond!” Maggie said.

“Or better yet, reprogram them into being our sex puppets, this way we can have repeated sex with them.” Samael said, not realizing that it would be the exact same thing the Geek would do.

“And that’s why you have the genius intellect! Now slide that protective plate from our pussy so we may masturbate!” Maggie said, horny as hell.

“Sliding back the protective plates of the genitals, breasts and anus…make us…cum Maggie!” Samael said, pussy, ass and tits exposed.

Her fingers began vibrating, emitting a low buzzing sound.

“Ten vibrators…yummy! Lie us down on one of the beds Samael; how about I vibrate our g-spot with the right hand middle finger, our clit with our thumb, and stimulate our nipples with our vibrating left hand fingers?” Maggie asked, sensing Samael’s cyber arousal hitting a peak.

Samael ran to one of the beds at the back of the RV and lied down.

“Take control Maggie, fuck us; fuck me!” Samael commanded, the Geek’s programmed libido overwhelming her logic.

“Hmm, our pussy is already so wet…” Maggie said, inserting the vibrating middle finger in the vulva, probing for the G spot.

“Yesss…” Samael grunted, her armor glowing a brighter shade of blue as the organic pleasure generated by the probing vibrating finger translated and registered into her micro circuits.

She gently teased her G-spot, while her vibrating thumb caressed her clit, covering her organic skin with goosebumps. Breathing faster, she brought her other hand to her breasts, vibrating fingers teasing her nipples, making them hard to the point of borderline discomfort.

“Uuuhhh…Uuuhhh…Hmmmmhhh…gasp…h-harder on the G-spot Maggie!” Samael said, the color of her armor turning to reddish purple, glowing brighter as her orgasm built-up.

“Too bad my tits aren’t big enough and that my tongue isn’t longer, we could lick our nipples for extra pleasure!” Maggie added, waves of pleasure washing over their merged body.

“Uuuhhh…yeeeesss! I feel our vagina overflowing, leaking! Maggie, don’t stop! Make us CUM!” Samael begged loudly, her armor now bright red as she vigorously massaged her clitoris and G-spot.

“That’s it Sami-girl, let yourself go! Let’s share another orgasm! Cum my cybernetic-self, cum with me!” Maggie teased, as she masturbated their shared body to orgasm.

“Ah…AH…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Samael shouted, the red glow from her armor now flooding the RV as her orgasm overdrove her circuits.

Her arms fell limply to her sides as her armor slowly returned to its shiny dark blue color, secretions oozing from her pussy.

“Clean us up and change the bedsheets Maggie…I need to run a systems scan, make sure nothing has fried…” Samael said, knowing full well nothing could have “fried”, but still needing to rest her AI.

Fully in charge of their shared body, breasts and crotch exposed, Maggie walked towards the RV’s bathroom to tidy up.

Chapter 9 – An Old Foe

Goldengate Correctional Center, visiting area

Looking a bit taller and skinnier than he did on the day he was apprehended, the Geek looked up at his visitors, and flashed them a tired smile.

“Special Agent Sullivan, Ms. Americana, Flag Girl…I’m not familiar with the other three. I’d shake hands, but…I’m kind of shackled!” the Geek said, raising his hands from the table to show the shackles around his wrists.

“This gentleman is Special Agent Christopher Townshend, the man in black is Mega City’s Reverend Justice; the lovely young lady in the blue bodysuit is Angel Ariella, Lioness of God…together they are known as the Night Guardians.” Sullivan said, as they sat on the other side of the table, Ariella and Reverend Justice directly facing the Geek.

“So, to what do I owe the honor? First visit ever, after so many years in the joint, not a big surprise after all the things I did. For what it’s worth, Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, I apologise.” The Geek said, looking down.

He chuckled quietly at the facial expressions on the faces of Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Sullivan and Townshend. Ariella and Reverend Justice looked at each other and then at their friends.

“He’s being sincere.” Reverend Justice said.

“Indeed, I sense no deception.” Ariella said.

“And please extend my apologies to the other She-Legionnaires I molested…oh who am I kidding? Raped and humiliated, let’s call a spade a spade. Becoming a rape victim myself in this prison really puts things into perspective.” The Geek said, once again looking down.

“Sincere or not, it doesn’t erase what you did.” Flag Girl said, trying to keep her cool as she looked at him with contempt.

“And I don’t expect your forgiveness…but confession is good for the soul, or so I’ve heard.” The Geek said, now looking at Reverend Justice.

“If you truly repent, it might just save your wretched soul from the fires of the Dark Dimension we call hell. Mind you, in your case, a serial rapist hell-bent on world domination…you might need to spend a spell in purgatory to cleanse your soul. Based on what you just said about getting a taste of your own medicine, mayhap you’ve already started to purge now.” Reverend Justice said.

The Geek nodded, eyes closed.

“While we can appreciate your repentance and confession, this is not the purpose of our visit. Recently, a new designer drug has hit the streets; a drug which almost instantly kills the user. According to the Coroner, the cellular damage is unlike anything he’s ever seen before.” Ariella said.

“After nearly getting ourselves killed in a booby-trapped factory while we were following a lead, our friends from the FBI and She-Legion offered their assistance. The culprit seems to be a Cybernetic being that goes by the name Samael.” Reverend Justice said.

“And since I’m an expert in Cybernetics, Androids and the like, you came to pick my brains! Honestly, I’m glad to help, things are mighty boring since they granted me solitary confinement!” the Geek said.

Reverend Justice and Ariella turned to Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Sullivan and Townshend, and exchanged to puzzled glance.

“What, what did I say?” the Geek asked adjusting his thick horn-rimmed glasses.

“We can sense no deception, yet you act as if you have no idea of who Samael is, and are clueless of any drug trafficking.” Reverend Justice said.

The Geek sighed and closed his eyes.

“An unfortunate side-effect of the castration chemicals…my memory is like Swiss cheese. Since the two of you seem to be able to read minds, you know I’m not lying.” the Geek said.

“Indeed not, but we can help patch up your memory.” Ariella said, removing a glove.

Reverend Justice also removed a glove. The Geek recoiled as their hands got near his face.

“Don’t worry, for all the evil you’ve done, I promise this won’t hurt.” Reverend Justice said.

The Geek nodded, and closed his eyes, as the Night Guardians’ fingers touched his temples. He gasped, as some of the dormant synapses of his brain seemed to reconnect.

“Cybernetic being behind a drug trafficking ring…since I am the premier expert in Cybernetics, your logic is flawless; I am involved, though I wish I weren’t.” The Geek said, an expression of sadness on his face.

“As humble as usual!” Quentin mumbled, with a smirk; Ms. Americana discretely elbowing him on the side of the arm, repressing a giggle.

“So how are you involved?” Ariella asked.

“It is more than likely due to the Dolly project…a female Android I put together years ago…her main purpose, should I ever be incarcerated, was to relocate far from the She-Legion, and gather enough capital by any means necessary to pay off a few corrupt Officials at State Level and buy me a pardon…I had…still have, a laboratory on wheels at her disposal so the law cannot catch up with her…” the Geek said, in a monotone drone.

“A laboratory on wheels…that certainly fits the sudden arrival of that drug on the streets.” Townshend said.

“Yet you are still incarcerated?” Ariella said, frowning under her mask.

“All for the best, I don’t belong out there…Dolly was stored in a crate in the same warehouse where I kept my Plastoid army…” the Geek said.

“Which I blew up before we arrested you with Panthris.” Sullivan said.

“Indeed. Mind you, that crate was kept in a separate locker from my Plastoids, just in case…Dolly was my Ace in the hole, and I needed to keep her well-hidden. The blast was strong enough to shake the foundations of the warehouse; so it’s no foregone conclusion that it damaged the remote mechanism; which is why I have remained in prison.” The Geek said.

“Wait a minute…remember how the whole sector was hit hard with the tail-end of hurricane Jeremy about a month and a half ago? Geek, could a well-placed lightning bolt on the warehouse trigger Dolly’s activation sequence?” Ms. Americana interjected.

“Not likely, a direct hit would completely fry her…however…lightning could generate an EMP strong enough to wipe the safety protocols and activate her.” The Geek said.

“Which would have given her at least six weeks to produce enough nose powder for distribution…” Townshend said.

“And more than enough time to recruit and brainwash enough people to do her dirty work…say, if the EMP activated her and wiped her security protocols…since you’re still incarcerated, is it possible her prime directive of buying you a pardon was also wiped?” Sullivan asked, looking concerned.

“Conceivable and plausible, the simple fact that she changed her name to Samael tells me that the safeguards I had programmed in her AI were also wiped by the EMP. Her AI has more than likely transcended her original programing, which would make her highly dangerous.” The Geek said.

“How much more dangerous? She nearly killed Preacher with that booby-trapped cannery!” Ariella said, worried.

The Geek drew in a deep breath.

“Imagine me at my worst, raping Ms. Americana, Flag Girl or any other She-Legionnaire while my Plastoids held them still. Now imagine my intellect, lust, libido and ruthlessness in Android form; void of any conscience or concern for collateral damage. While I enjoyed the sex, I never wanted the women dead; ever. As Samael, Dolly would be me to the power of ten.” The Geek said.

“Now there’s a sobering thought!” Townshend mumbled.

“No kidding!” Flag Girl mumbled back, crossing her legs in spite of herself.

“Is there an override command?” Reverend Justice asked.

“Said override would have also been wiped by the EMP…but in case it still works, it was time to sleep Dolly. That said, another EMP could perhaps wipe her circuits completely; rendering her inert. It would have to be full-blast hurricane strength to wipe her out; but it would work.” The Geek said.

“Very well Theo, I sense that your mother used to call you that, we are grateful for your cooperation. You have earned an indulgence...perhaps a reduction in purgatory time. You will forget we were ever here once we are gone.” Ariella said.

They broke the telepathic contact, and the Geek fell asleep.

“An Android form of the Geek…it’s only a matter of time until the rapes start and ultimatums for world conquest begin.” Ms. Americana said, in a low voice.

“I’ll call detective Dawson and tell him to get the word out…be on the lookout for reported rape victims, male and female alike.” Reverend Justice said, pulling his cell phone from his trench coat pocket.

Sullivan nodded.

“I’ll call our Commish and do the same.” He said.

Ms. Americana sighed and brought her communicator to her lips.

“Paging Lady Midnight, do you copy?” Ms. Americana said.

“Copy that Ms. Americana, how did the interrogation go?” Lady Midnight replied.

“Well enough to find out we have a real mess on our hands…remember those reinforcements you offered earlier today? Who can you spare?” Ms. Americana asked.

Chapter 10 - Regroup

Holly Towers, Sheila Holly and Joey Lucas’ living room

“If only She-Legion HQ was this cozy!” Night Raven thought with a smirk.

She sat on the couch next to her not-so-secret girlfriend and boyfriend; Flag Girl and Special Agent Townshend. Cleopatra had taken an instant liking to Night Raven, and was laying between her and Flag Girl; enjoying the attention.

Cesar on the other hand, was chasing his tail on the living room floor; to the amusement of Lady Midnight and Azure Angel, who sat on the sofa that faced the couch. Ms. Americana and Special Agent Sullivan also sat on the sofa, next to Azure Angel and Lady Midnight.

Standing in the middle of the living room, between the couch, sofa, and coffee table; Angel Ariella and Reverend Justice addressed their guests.

“Lady Midnight, Night Raven, Azure Angel, welcome to our humble abode…” Ariella started.

“Humble? I wish my apartment was half as nice! I‘m sure enjoying this comfy couch!” Night Raven said, smiling as Cleopatra was licking her forearm, purring.

“Why thank you!” Ariella said, smiling.

“Angel Ariella and Azure Angel…bless, ah say, bless mah heart, this mission is truly sanctified!” Reverend Justice said, in a silly Southern accent, upper lip curled into his trademark Elvis grin.

Everyone chuckled as Ariella gave him a playful swat on the shoulder.

“Wise guy! As I was saying, thank you all from the bottom of our hearts for volunteering to join this team.” Ariella said.

“We’ve collaborated in the past and became friends Ariella, it’s my pleasure to offer my help! And Az was certainly…excited to meet the other sexy Angel and the dashing Preacher!” Lady Midnight teasingly said, casting her a teasing grin.

“HEY!” Azure Angel exclaimed, blushing, casting Lady Midnight a horrified look.

“Take it easy Az, you know she’s kidding!” Ms. Americana said, snickering.

“Hm…looks like the pretty Japanese Angel likes us…think she’d be open to have a threesome with us?” Ariella telepathically asked the Reverend, lips pressed in a tight smirk.

“Angel…seriously not a good time to tease me!” he telepathically replied, unable to repress the fantasy of he, Sheila and the shapely Azure Angel in bed with him.

Azure Angel joined in on the chuckling, putting her hands near Lady Midnight’s neck, pretending to strangle her.

“Thanks a lot Midnight, way to put me on the spot!” Azure Angel said, Cesar purring loudly as she picked him up in her arms.

“Anytime girl!” Lady Midnight said, still grinning.

“But seriously, things were getting mighty boring in Delta City anyway…since we can’t kick the Geek’s ass, his creation will have to do!” Night Raven said.

“Well, your help is appreciated but be aware, this won’t be a walk in the park. That cyber she-devil Samael nearly got Angel and I killed in a booby-trapped factory…” Reverend Justice said.

“Well mostly him…since I was in flight, the blast knocked me clear from the factory, while he was at ground zero. His protective force field is the only reason he’s still alive.” Ariella concluded, casting him a loving glance and leaning in for a hug.

“Ground zero and he still lived to tell the tale…talk about a close shave!” Night Raven said, gape-mouthed, as Ariella and the Reverend hugged.

“Too close for comfort if you ask me, that shave sure nicked me, if you’ll pardon the bad pun. While Brother Quentin has all sorts of safety protocols and procedures to keep you safe, I can’t stress enough how dangerous our common enemy is.” Reverend Justice said, looking at their friends.

“Oh you’re right to stress it mon frère, this has gone beyond brainwashed dealers, a deadly synthetic cocaine, booby-traps and hack-attacks; this is the Geek to the power of ten.” Sullivan said.

Night Raven, Flag Girl, Lady Midnight, Ms. Americana and Azure Angel involuntarily crossed their legs at the mention of the Geek to the Power of ten, Azure Angel holding Cesar to her buxom chest; and Cesar not seeming to mind.

“So now more than ever, brothers and sisters, we need to pull together as a team and watch each other’s backs.” Reverend Justice concluded.

“Well said indeed…unfortunately, even with our combined telepathic efforts, all we could get from the Geek’s Swiss cheese memory about his lab on wheels was a partial license plate number; and that it’s a converted luxury RV; perhaps a 2005 or 2010 model – the last time he did updates on his Dolly project.” Ariella said.

“Wait a minute…an RV? At first I wasn’t sure if it was a cubic van, a semi or one of those old converted School buses…but an RV narrows down our search parameters!” Sullivan said, grinning.

“I see a plan a-cooking in Hercule Sullivan’s head!” Ms. Americana said, smirking.

“Well Brother Quentin, what’s a-cookin’ in yer noggin?” Reverend Justice asked.

“Ah yes mon frère, ze little grey cells zey are buzzing! Ariella, Reverend, with your permission?” Sullivan asked, doing his best Hercule Poirot impersonation.

“By all means!” Ariella said, smiling.

“Hey Google, list of deep woods camping sites in a five kilometer radius of Lake Algonquian.” Sullivan said, bringing his smartphone to his lips.

All eyes turned to Sullivan.

“I’m curious, why the emphasis on deep-woods camping sites?” Flag Girl asked.

“They’re farther away from populated areas, much less crowded; thus, easier for a criminal to hide, and operate a clandestine narcotics lab.” Townshend replied, smirking.

“Précisément my dear Hastings!” Sullivan said, still in Poirot character.

“Well, don’t keep us hanging Quentin, what are the results?” Ariella asked, with a chuckle.

“According to those results, there are three deep-woods camping sites; Salmon Creek Park, Cedar Hills Park and the Wetaskiwin Park.” Quentin said, returning his smartphone to his jacket pocket.

“That’s still a lot of territory to cover, in hopes of finding a lab on wheels that might just drive away before we get anywhere near.” Reverend Justice mused, removing his hat to scratch his head.

“I recommend we divide in groups of three, and keep in constant radio contact. The team that finds the lab on wheels, do not engage. Await the arrival of the other two teams. If she detects that she’s been found and takes off, tail her and keep the other teams appraised until we face her with a united front.” Sullivan said, all eyes still focused on him.

He blushed, smiling sheepishly.

“Sorry, old habit! This is your collar Night Guardians, what do you recommend?” Sullivan said.

Ariella and Reverend Justice looked at each other, smiled and shrugged.

“I think this is a very solid plan Quentin!” Ariella said.

“Agreed, I see why you were put in charge of She-Legion procedures and protocols Brother Quentin! So…how about Ms. Americana, Lady Midnight and Brother Quentin take Salmon Creek Park, Brother Christopher, Flag Girl and Night Raven take Cedar Hills Park and Ariella, Azure and I will take Wetaskiwin Park. Would that do?” Reverend Justice said, looking at Ariella as if to say “well, you put that thought in my head!” as he put his hat back on.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea!” Ariella said, grinning.

“Works for me!” Sullivan said.

“Me too!” Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Night Raven and Lady Midnight chimed in near unison.

“Ditto here!” Townshend said.

“I’m on the spiritual team sweet!” Azure angel said snickering.

“Otto, prepare Chariots 1, 2 and 3, enable voice commands so our friends from Delta City can pilot them.” Ariella said.

“Acknowledged Ms. Ariella, please proceed to the rooftop hangar.” Otto replied.

“My friends, right this way.” Ariella said, leading the way.

Chapter 11 – Red Herring

Cleaned up and rested, Samael had regained control of the cybernetically enhanced body she shared with her shapely hostess, the former exotic dancer and gym rat named Maggie.  Margaret Kelly was one of the Sisters of Sin’s employees, up until she pulled a knife on one of the VIP patrons at Chapman’s Gentlemen’s Club.  And unlike Samael’s flesh puppets, Maggie did not require being implanted with an obedience nano-chip, agreeing of her own free will to share her body and get the Cybernetic enhancements.

“Moneys have been deposited in our secret Bank Account Samael, our puppets have come through.” Maggie said, the banking app updating her wireless interface.

“Very good Maggie, money buys power…money buys crooked officials and Organized Crime bosses who will answer to us. Father was a fool to try to take over the world by force…far easier to buy it.  Father was obsessed to prove his virility to the scantily-clad heroines rather than to focus on assuming power first. Once the power is obtained, then yes, the pleasure, the orgasms!” Samael said, smiling smugly.

“And lots of them! A nice, long, private orgy…one mouth on the right tit, another mouth on the left tit, a nice wet tongue on the clit, and a big fat cock in the pussy!” Maggie chimed in.

“Your sexual appetite impresses me Maggie, it almost matches father’s…that is until he was condemned to chemical castration.” Samael said, an uncharacteristic smirk on her face.

Meanwhile

“Chariot 1 to Chariots 2 and 3, we’re landing near the gates of Wetaskiwin Park and driving towards the front office; status report?” Reverend Justice said, through the hands-free inter-vehicle communicator.

“Chariot 2 reporting, we’re parked near the Salmon Creek Park front Office and about to disembark…I’m concerned that the way Lady Midnight and I are dressed might give the old man at the front desk a heart attack!” Ms. Americana said.

“Well then, let Sully go in and enquire about the RV!” Lady Midnight chimed in.

Reverend Justice, Ariella and Azure Angel chuckled.

“Chariot 3 reporting, approaching Cedar Hills Park, should be landing in a few minutes…based on what Ms. Americana just said, I guess we should let Chris enter the front Office, just in case…our garb is common in Delta City, but in Mega City, folks are used to form fitting bodysuits…which Ariella really pulls off very well!” Flag Girl said, with a charming giggle.

Ariella blushed and grinned, while Reverend Justice rolled his eyes behind his visor.

“Alright, like Brother Quentin said earlier, approach and observe but do not engage until we’re all together. Keep in constant communicator contact, Chariot 1 out.” Reverend Justice said.

“Copy that Reverend!” Ms. Americana replied, repressing a chuckle.

“Roger that Reverend!” Flag Girl replied.

Reverend Justice parked the Chariot near the front Office.  The doors swung open, and they disembarked. Azure Angel scampered ahead of them to the front Office’s main door.

“It’s locked, and nobody’s in there, yet the front gate’s wide open!” Azure Angel said.

“The manager might be doing a trash pickup round or doing maintenance on the water mains or septic tanks…while I’m no fan of camping, the local legislation mandates that our deep woods camping sites must provide clean drinkable water and a means of non-polluting waste disposal.” Ariella said.

“That’s about 5400 acres to survey without a starting point…” Reverend Justice said, arming his right stinger.

“Preacher, what are you d…”Ariella said, as he fired a close range stinger shot in the lock.

“Laser neural paralyzers make wonderful lock picks at close range!  The end justifies the means Angel babe, a quick call to Brother Quentin will clear any problem this may cause, and we have an urgent need to see a record of who’s currently camping on those grounds.” Reverend Justice said, smirking, as he opened the door.

“Pragmatic, just like Sully!” Azure Angel said, smiling.

“That’s quite the compliment Azure Angel! Easy on the compliments, or he’ll get cocky and lose focus!” Ariella said, with a teasing smirk.

Ariella winked at Azure Angel as they shared a quiet snicker.

“Ha! Ha! My Angel is a stand-up comic!” Reverend Justice said, rolling his eyes behind his visor as they entered the office.

 “All kidding aside guys, we’re friends now, and my friends call me Az!” Azure Angel said, casting Ariella a friendly smile.

Reverend Justice’s upper lip curled up in his trademark Elvis grin, as the campers’ ledger, was left wide open on top of the desk.  He turned it around and looked.

“Very well then Az and Ariella, those are the arrivals since the season opened…we can rule out the tents, tent-trailers, and caravans of all types…ah, here are the RV’s of various sizes…chances are a lab on wheels would be the largest one available… Angel, what was that partial license plate number we detected?” Reverend Justice asked.

“Vermont G55.” Ariella replied.

“Well…we have a Vermont G65 in area 6B near the pond.  All we caught was a quick glimpse of if while we probed the Geek’s mind, so it might still be it, let’s check it out.” Reverend Justice said, looking at Ariella and Azure Angel.

“We’ll make it there in no time in the Chariot!” Ariella said.

“I’ll update Chariots 2 and 3!” Azure Angel said.

Unseen to them, the park superintendent noticed the Chariot parked near the front office, and the door wide open.

“Mistress Samael, interlopers…the dreaded Chariot of the Night Guardians is parked near the Wetaskiwin Park’s front office, and the front door was forced open…likely looking for your whereabouts.” He said, the implanted obedience nano-chip in his neck doubling as a wireless transmitter.

“You have done very well puppet Williamson.  They are likely the ones who triggered the trap at the cannery a few days ago…act naturally, let them through.  They will deal with our decoy vehicle. Steer clear from the sector for your own safety.” Samael replied.

Back in the laboratory RV, Samael was getting dressed in business garb.

“Puppet Farmer-boy Lawrence was kind enough to go dress and shoe shopping for us, and graciously offered to drive us to our important appointment in Mega City, and back.” Samael said, admiring herself in the bathroom’s mirrored door.

“Walmart fashions, but it’ll do…I must say, planting decoys in the camping sites was ingenious, no one would suspect that Frank Lawrence is granting us hospitality in my own barn, on my own farm…still, if he smelled better, I could initiate you to hetero sex with him!” Maggie said, as Samael dimmed down her facial implants, making her face look fully human.

“Of course it’s ingenious! A roof over our roof, walls hiding our Recreational Vehicle laboratory…also a perfect hiding place for my prior body shells; and we have our own puppet lackey and chauffeur. Perhaps I could implement a personal hygiene routine to Puppet Lawrence’s daily chores to turn him into our personal sexual toy…” Samael said, pensively.

Salmon Creek Park front Office

“You are very well connected Agent Sullivan, I thought you were bluffing when you said you have clearance from Washington…but Governor Walters himself just ordered me to present you with our campers’ ledger…here it is.” The elderly manager, a man named Eddie McLean said, handing him the ledger.

“Didn’t mean to pull rank on you Mr. McLean, but the RV we are looking for is a lab on wheels that produces a synthetic drug so lethal that one snort turns the brain matter to sludge, and the heart muscle implode…thus the sense of emergency to proceed without a warrant.” Sullivan said, browsing through the entries.

“Hm…an RV that size would be hard to miss, in fact, we have two of them; one in sector B North and the other in sector E west.” McLean said.

“Thanks Mr. McLean, that narrows it down!” Sullivan said, with a smile.

“In fact, our pamphlet has a map on the back…let me show you where.” McLean said, opening a pamphlet and laying it flat on the desk; marking the two camping spots with a pen.

“Mr. McLean, thank you, you have been quite helpful, thank you!” Sullivan said, sliding the pamphlet in his jacket’s breast pocket, and then extending his hand.

They clasped hands.

“I lost one grandson to crack cocaine while his brother has been in and out of rehab for the past two years. Now to be fair, I have a marijuana prescription for my arthritis and insomnia…” McLean said.

“Comparing marijuana to cocaine and its derivates is like comparing apples to oranges. The worst that can happen with marijuana is you’re danger to pizza and chocolate cake!” Sullivan said, with a wink.

McLean laughed heartily.

“Do us all a favor Agent Sullivan, nail the bastard!” McLean said.

“That’s the plan!” Sullivan said, making his way to the door.

A young man in a Park uniform came in.

“Done with the garbage disposal boss, I’ll go for lunch.” He said.

“Very well Len, see you in half an hour.” McLean said.

Sullivan got out and walked towards Chariot 2.

“We just got an update from Az Sully, their team has a possible match.” Lady Midnight said.

“We have two possible matches ourselves here…we should update the other two teams. I hope I’m wrong, but we are dealing with the Geek’s cyber offspring; and we may be dealing with multiple decoys, booby-trapped decoys. ” Sullivan said.

“After what happened to Joey at the cannery, I wouldn’t doubt it one bit.” Ms. Americana said.

“I’ll get bomb disposal teams on standby, near Wetaskiwin, Salmon Creek and Cedar Hills, if Samael C4’d a bunch of decoy RV’s to get rid of law enforcement; I want us to be ready.” Sullivan said, pulling his cell phone from his zippered jacket pocket.

“Good old Sully, doing on the spot prevention!” Lady Midnight said, smiling.

“Cool Quentin, I’ll update the other two teams to be on the lookout for rigged decoys and that you’re calling in bomb disposal squads!” Ms. Americana said, bringing her communicator to her lips.

Walking towards the picnic tables, the hired hand named Len mumbled under his breath.

“Mistress Samael, interlopers snooping around in Salmon Creek Park too; one of them an FBI agent.” He said, the implanted obedience nano-chip in his neck doubling as a wireless transmitter.

“All is fine puppet Leonard, finish your lunch and stay at the safe distance from our decoy.” Samael replied as she was driven to downtown Delta City.

As Chariot 3 finally landed near Cedar Hills Park, Special Agent Townshend contacted Chariots 1 and 2.

“Okay, Chariot 3 to Chariots 1 and 2, I may be overreacting but perhaps we should evacuate the Parks until we’re sure it’s safe? The whole Geek to the power of 10 has me pretty damned worried!” Townshend said.

All could hear Reverend Justice exhale loudly through the hands-free speaker.

“Brother Christopher makes quite the valid point…Brother Quentin, how hard would it be to get the necessary personnel to evacuate all three Parks and still have the bomb disposal teams on standby?” Reverend Justice asked, feeling a headache coming on as they neared their possible RV match in Chariot 1.

“The bomb disposal squads are en route to Salmon Creek Park, Cedar Hills Park and Wetaskiwin Park as we speak.  Now, this is a potential emergency; I believe we’ll need the National Guard to get involved for the evacuations…give me a few minutes, Chariot 2 out.” Sullivan said.

Ariella reached behind Reverend Justice’s back with her left hand and massaged the nape of his neck, sensing his discomfort. He smiled at her, patting her on the lap.

“Thanks Angel-babe, that always helps my tension headaches!” Reverend Justice said, Ariella’s touch feeling sore at first, but slowly feeling the muscles and tendons of his neck relaxing.

“Any time baby-doll, nothing worse than to try to focus with a killer tension headache!” Ariella said, looking at him affectionately.

“Wait, how…how on earth did you know he had a headache?” Azure Angel asked, bemused.

“Don’t forget, we’re telepaths, and have a near-permanent link. Agreed, we have personal boundaries, and respect each other’s private thoughts.” Ariella said, appreciating the look of relief in Reverend Justice’s face.

“Agreed, it takes a lot of discipline to filter out our random thoughts, as well as the thoughts from the people around us. It’s intrusive and an invasion of privacy, so we also set mental boundaries to filter those thoughts out. We only connect with other people’s minds in two situations: either we’re interrogating a criminal and need the truth fast; or with the other person’s permission.” Reverend Justice added, a cherubic smirk on his lips, enjoying his neck massage.

“Geez…I can only imagine the mental strain you go through, no wonder you get headaches!” Azure Angel said, putting one hand on Ariella’s shoulder and the other on Reverend Justice’s shoulder.

“Chariot 2 to Chariots 1 and 3, Governor Walters has approved my request to declare this a State of Emergency; please stand by, the National Guard has been called in to evacuate the Parks.  The bomb disposal teams are approaching. Same procedure though, if anyone finds Samael’s lab; wait for the rest of the teams.” Sullivan said.

“Roger that Sully.” Townshend said.

“Sound precaution mon frère, we are on standby!” Reverend Justice said, gently taking Ariella’s left wrist, and kissing her gloved hand.

“Gotta love that Carte Blanche status!” Azure Angel said.

“Amen to that Az, Amen to that!” Ariella said.

Chapter 12 – Sisters of Sin

Sitting in a terrace behind Eden Mansion, Chantal Eden, flanked by her sisters Sadie and Veronica were keeping their appointment with the one named Samael.

“So we’re finally meeting face to face. Your snorting powder has cost my businesses many customers; a dead customer can never again spend his money in my businesses.” Lady Chantal Eden said, gauging her guest’s reactions.

Samael nodded.

“Indeed, bad for business, and our business is making money. While the first batch of my product was safe for consumption and addictive enough for repeat customers; the constant moving of my operations impacted the quality of the second batch of our product. The unfortunate recent deaths are sadly linked to that bad batch.” Samael said, very calm and business-like.

Chantal and Sadie exchanged a glance.

“We used to deal in drugs and black-market weapons…but the local police is more lenient towards adult entertainment, we have a truce with the Night Guardians as long as no innocent bystander gets hurt, and quite frankly, dealing pussy has been easier to manage while still being profitable. Thus…I’m not quite sure how we can do business.” Lady Eden said.

“Consider this, we are above all businesswomen.  You have my assurance that the newest batch of my product is non-lethal, extremely addictive…and I’ve added an extra enhancement that will make my clients very horny and potential customers for your adult entertainment businesses…we both benefit.” Samael said.

Lady Eden’s bodyguard and boy toy Timothy Klassen joined them, carrying a tray with 4 glasses of Sangria. He placed the tray on the patio table and smiled at his boss and lover. He looked towards Samael and frowned.

“Thank you, Timothy.” Lady Eden said, resisting the urge to goose him.

“You are quite welcome Milady…though if I may, your guest looks somehow familiar to me…” Klassen said, with a frown.

“Not very likely, as I spend most of my days in the lab.” Samael replied, pleasantly.

“My apologies, I must have mistaken you for someone else!” he said, taking his leave.

“No harm done, handsome!” Samael said, reaching for a glass of Sangria.

“Yummy, I haven’t had Sangria in ages! Looks like Timmy didn’t recognize my face with the blue hair!” Maggie said, only to be heard by Samael who tasted her first sip of Sangria.

Discretely, Klassen pulled his cell phone and texted Veronica as he re-entered the mansion.

“Ronnie, that woman with the blue hair is a dead ringer for the chick Rob Cooper fired for pulling a knife on a client at Chapman’s Club a few months ago; I got a bad feeling about this!”

Lady Eden took a long sip from her glass with a pensive frown on her pretty face.

“As attractive a proposal as this may sound Ms. Samael, I’m afraid I must decline. You have no idea the kind of trouble the Night Guardians can cause to your operations. We finally have a stable situation where we can do business, the cops are off our backs and the Night Guardians respect our space. Any disruption to that delicate balance would bring chaos and shitty business for the Sisters of Sin’s operations.” Lady Eden said, in a calm voice.

Samael smirked and nodded as she stood up.

“Well then, Sisters of Sin, consider this. If by the end of the next three weeks, your business hasn’t doubled, I shall move my operations away from Mega City, never to return. However, if your business improves, we shall meet again to renegotiate.” Samael said, extending her hand.

“Fair enough, and you shall forgive me for not shaking your hand…my sisters and I have dealt in assassinations in our younger days, using transcutaneous poisons…handshakes make us nervous.” Lady Eden said, as she, Sadie, and Veronica also stood up.

Samael grinned.

“Shrewd and smart, trust must be earned…and as the first sign of good faith, I allow you to see my true face!” Samael said, her facial implants becoming once again visible.

The Sisters of Sin observed, gape-mouthed.

“Puppet Lawrence, have our ride ready for departure.” Samael said, through the wireless obedience nano-chip.

“Ladies, we shall meet again in three weeks.” Samael said, her grin taking a creepy overtone.

As Samael left, Veronica looked at her cell phone.

“Girls, there’s something funky afoot here…my gut says we should alert the Guardians again!” Veronica said, her English accent fully audible as she read Tim’s text message.

“I agree Chantal, we’ve dealt with a lot of shady characters, in Europe, the UK and here…the Night Guardians have pulled some scary stunts that made us give up the drug and arms trade, but her…she gave me the creeps to the next level.” Sadie said.

“And get this: Timmy says she’s a dead ringer for that girl Rob Cooper fired for pulling a knife on a client at Chapman’s Club a few months ago…she was one of our strippers, and now it just so happens she’s a genius chemist with her own lab and distribution network? What’s wrong with this picture?” Veronica said.

“Is she even human? Did you see what she did with her face?” Sadie said.

“Okay, let’s keep our wits shall we? If she is indeed the same woman Coop fired, she certainly went from rags to riches in a hurry, and we need to know her background, does she have the smarts and the know-how to produce her own designer drug? Sadie, get on the horn with Coop, I want that woman’s name, last known address and Social Security Number.” Lady Eden said, patting Sadie on the shoulder.

“On it Chantal!” Sadie said, making her way into Eden Mansion.

“Ronnie, please update Angel-face and the Grim Preacher of Samael’s visit and what she was proposing. Tell them that once we have our former employee’s records, we’ll send them another update. I’m sure they’ll appreciate the background info.” Lady Eden said, giving her baby sister’s hand a firm squeeze.

“On it big sis…how’s the bp?” Ronnie asked.

Lady Eden looked at her smart watch.

“A bit high, but not out of control…nothing a bit of meditation and a massage session from Tim can’t fix!” Lady Eden said, with a smirk.

Veronica gave her a chiding frown.

“I worry about you Chantal, you neglect taking your meds, overdo it with the wine…I was 15 when I found out I had sisters, it took another five until I found you and Sadie…I don’t want to lose my sisters to something as preventable as high blood pressure!” Veronica said, her eyes tearing up.

Lady Eden opened her mouth, feeling defensive, but changed her mind, seeing the worried expression on her baby sister’s face. She opened her arms and hugged her.

“Of course you’re right Ronnie, and I feel so privileged that I have you, Sadie, Tim and our housekeeper Mona looking after me. It only goes to show that even we former professional assassins have a soft spot. Hell, maybe tall dark and gruesome and big tits redhead are rubbing off on us…now get to it, I promise I’ll take a blood pressure reading after my meditation and massage…and if it’s still too high, I’ll call Dr, Burns to reassess my blood pressure meds, okay?” Lady Eden said.

“You better, or I’ll keep hassling you until you do!” Veronica said, smiling through her tears.

Chapter 13- Red Herring part 2

Meanwhile, at the Salmon Creek Park entrance

“All done Agent Sullivan, the last of the campers have been evacuated, and our teams at Wetaskiwin Park and Cedar Hills Park report their evacuations also completed.  And…on behalf of National Guard, allow me to offer my sincerest apologies to the members of the She-Legion for the whistles, wolf-calls and lewd comments some of my men have done…I assure you they will be severely disciplined.” Captain Charles Taggart said, shaking Sullivan’s hand and casting Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight an apologetic look.

Sullivan opened his mouth to answer, but Ms. Americana interrupted him.

“Captain, thank you and your men for your service. Lady Midnight will agree with me that we’ve dealt with worse behavior from men, but indeed, a bit more discipline would be appropriate.” Ms. Americana said.

“Ma’am, I couldn’t agree more! Alright maggots, pack it in!” Taggart barked at his men, prompting them to embark the National Guard van.

Sullivan smiled, moving closer to Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight.

“Now that was well said! I was about to chew him out for his lack of authority and his men’s lax attitude!” Sullivan said, only to be heard by Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight.

“Yeah, I could definitely see you fuming at times Sully!” Lady Midnight said, grinning.

“I was an Army brat, Quentin. While I can appreciate the Military men and women's service – and in my book, the National Guard is part of it- my late father wouldn’t have tolerated such behavior among the ranks…though I think Captain Taggart will do good on his statement that he’ll discipline them.” Ms. Americana said, also in a low voice.

“Baby, I could just kiss you!” Sullivan said, trying to keep his voice down.

“Why Mister Sullivan, I am flattered, but wouldn’t that make Ms. Wade jealous?” Ms. Americana said, warning Sullivan that the bomb disposal team was approaching them.

Sullivan winked at her and turned to the bomb disposal team.

“I’ll update the other teams that we’re proceeding towards the first potential decoy.” Lady Midnight said, walking back to Chariot 2, followed by Ms. Americana.

Sullivan nodded and reached in his pocket for the map given to him by park manager Eddie McLean.

“Good thinking Lady Midnight. Gentlemen, I was given the location of two probable booby-trapped decoy RV’s, please follow this vehicle to the first location.” Sullivan said as Ms. Americana and Lady Midnight climbed aboard Chariot 2.

“Right behind you Agent Sullivan, I am Captain Roger Stevens, and my team is at your service.” Stevens said, extending his hand.

“Please to meet you Captain…let’s hope nobody gets hurt!” Sullivan said, shaking Stevens’ hand.

Sullivan also climbed aboard, and the Chariot doors slid closed. Within seconds, its engine hummed to life; and they headed in the direction of the first RV.

A few moments later, in Cedar Hills Park’s front office

“Okay, so based on those records, the only RV that could accommodate a full lab is at the west point, up in the hills.”  Night Raven said, looking up from the ledger and at Flag Girl and Townshend.

Townshend nodded thoughtfully, as Lieutenant Jones, the commanding officer of the bomb disposal squad assigned to Cedar Hills Park joined them in the front office.

“Well, the Chariot is a very efficient vehicle; in flight mode we can make it there in a few minutes…Lieutenant Jones, how good is your minivan as an ATV?” Townshend asked, tapping his finger on the location of the RV on the map hanging on the wall.

“If an RV can make it there, so can we, you lead the way!” Jones said, with a grin.

“Well then, let’s get cracking shall we? Ladies?” Townshend said, courteously extending his arms to Flag Girl and Night Raven.

“Some guys have all the luck!” Jones thought, as he followed them outside.

Wetaskiwin Park entrance

Ariella, Azure Angel, Reverend Justice, and the commanding officer of the bomb disposal team assigned to Wetaskiwin Park – Sergeant Anthony Steel – were discussing logistics when Ariella’s communicator buzzed.

“Ronnie Eden again, I wonder what’s so urgent…” Ariella said, picking up the call.

“Yes Veronica what’s…whoa, slow down, what? Okay, let me put you on speaker…”Ariella said, pressing the speaker button on her communicator.

“The woman behind that drug that killed those people came to pay us a visit…” Veronica said.

“Samael came to you?” Reverend Justice asked.

“How do you know her…never mind, dumb question!  She says those people died due to a tainted batch, that she’s into the business of making money like we are, and that a dead customer isn’t a repeat customer.  She offered to do business with us, that the newest batch is non-lethal, highly addictive…and will have some weird aphrodisiac additive that will be profitable to both our businesses.” Veronica said, her voice trembling, English accent fully audible.

“So what did Chantal say?” Ariella asked.

“She politely declined, quoting what damage you and tall dark and handsome can cause to her operations…Samael just grinned and said that if our profits haven’t doubled in the next three weeks, she’d leave Mega City, never to be seen again.”  Veronica said, pausing to catch her breath.

“Somehow, I don’t think it would be that easy…and if your profits do double?” Reverend Justice asked, his eyes going from Ariella to Azure Angel, and then to Sergeant Steel.

“In that case, she said she wants us to meet again to renegotiate her proposal…but that’s not the scary part…throughout the meeting she was very pretty, in fact, Tim said she bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the strippers Coop fired a few months ago for pulling a knife on a VIP client…as a sign of good faith, she said she’d show us her true face. Those blue, glowing gadgets grew out of her face…her eyes literally emitted this blue light…” Veronica said, breathing fast.

“Deep breaths Ronnie, deep breaths…it would seem that Samael has found a human host…thanks for telling us.” Ariella said.

“Sadie is getting in touch with Coop to get that girl’s name, last known address, Social Security; the works.  I’ll update you again once we have that info, if by some small miracle that stripper is, how did you say…Samael’s human host? If they’re one and the same, perhaps that info will be of use to you?” Veronica said.

Reverend Justice smirked.

“You might just have earned yourselves an indulgence Sister Ronnie! Now we have a lot of work to do!” Reverend Justice said.

“Thanks again Ronnie, Ariella out.” Ariella said, terminating the link.

“Angels, let us board the Chariot, Sergeant Steel, please follow us.” Reverend Justice said.

“Right behind you Rev!” Steel said.

"I'll update the other two teams, Samael is now part human." Azure Angel said.

Chapter 14 – A New, Crafty Foe

“Booby-trapped decoy alright, minimalist but effective…” Steel said, addressing Reverend Justice, Ariella and Azure Angel.

“How’s that?” Azure Angel said, frowning under her mask.

“Full tank of gas, full propane tanks. We found one C4 charge attached to the fuel tank, and one on each propane tank, rigged to a simple detonator hooked up to the front and side doors. The moment either door is unlatched, the circuit is broken, and ka-boom, the whole thing goes up in a big ball of flames.” Steel said.

“That makes what happened to us at the cannery sound like a walk in the park!” Reverend Justice said.

“Now there’s a frightening thought!” Ariella said, hugging Reverend Justice’s muscular right arm tightly, still a bit shaken from nearly losing him.

“The front door wasn’t even locked, as if they were expecting law enforcement to show up! Stevens and Jones updated us that it was the same situation at Salmon Lake and Cedar Hills. All bombs have been defused, and the RV’s are being impounded.” Steel said, smiling.

“Great job Brother Steel…Agent Sullivan said they had two possible decoys in Salmon Lake Parks, were they both decoys?” Reverend Justice asked, shaking Steel’s hand.

“No, only the one. The other one was an actual vacationing retired couple’s vehicle; no lab on wheels unfortunately.” Steel said, casting an apologetic look to Ariella, Azure Angel and Reverend Justice.

“So we’re back to square one…hopefully, our contact will have more information on the perpetrator. The bombs are defused, and the campers are safe, that’s what matters!” Ariella said, smiling as she shook Steel’s hand.

Azure Angel shook his hand last, and they made their way back to Chariot one.

“So what now, we regroup at your place and wait?” Azure Angel asked.

“Until we can locate Samael’s actual location, yes…hopefully the stripper Samael looks like is in fact her human host, and the information Robert Cooper has about her will give us a solid lead.” Reverend Justice said, feeling his headache coming back.

They took their places in the Chariot and the doors slid shut.

“Chariot 1 to Chariots 2 and 3, regroup at Holly Towers…fat goose egg for the Lab but we saved a bunch of people…hopefully our contact with the Sisters of Sin will provide us with a solid lead.” Reverend Justice said, in a tired voice.

“Copy that Reverend.” Ms. Americana replied.

“Acknowledged, see you all at Holly Towers!” Flag Girl replied.

Ariella cast Azure Angel an amused smirk.

“From this point on, Otto is remotely controlling the Chariot, and Joey’s headache came back; remove your gloves Yumi! Civilian!” Ariella said, first to Azure Angel and then into the molecular device attached to her wrist, turning once again into Sheila Holly, dressed in the tank top and yoga pants she wore before their departure.

“I guess at this point I shouldn’t be surprised you know my civilian name…I might as well change too…”Azure Angel said, pressing the button on her belt, her wardrobe returning to the sneakers, sweatshirt and sweatpants she wore that morning.

“Sheila, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” Reverend Justice said, the mischievous look on Sheila’s face making him nervous, and worsening his headache.

“You’re on the verge of a migraine Monsieur Lucas, I will massage the nape of your neck again, while Yumi will massage your shoulders…unless you have any objections Yumi?” Sheila said, smiling at her.

“Why do you tease me like this?” he asked, telepathically.

“Who’s teasing? She likes us, I like her, and you definitely like her too…loosen up, it’s only a shoulder massage!” Sheila telepathically replied, smirking.

“No objections at all Sheila!” Yumi said, smiling.

“So stop acting like a grouch, get out of that uniform and help us soothe your headache!” Sheila said.

He sighed, and brought his molecular device to his lips.

“Civilian!” he said, the molecular device returning him to his shorts, t-shirt and sandals garb.

“There, that’s a good boy, now close your eyes and relax!” Sheila said, as her left hand resumed his neck massage and Yumi began kneading his trapezius.

“Oh baby yeah…thank you both…that feels amazing!” Joey said, finally smiling.

“Be still my heart…last thing I need now is a hard-on!” He thought.

“A physical reaction to physical stimulus my love; there’s no need to feel embarrassed if you get hard, I won’t be mad, I promise!” Sheila replied telepathically.

A few minutes later, the remote-controlled Chariots arrived at destination.

“How’s the headache hon?” Sheila asked, smiling warmly.

“Yeah Joey, how is your headache?” Yumi asked, repressing an urge to giggle.

Joey unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to his right, so he could see Sheila in the passenger seat and Yumi on the back seat behind him. Smiling, he took Sheila’s left hand and Yumi’s right hand, and kissed them in a gentlemanly fashion.

“Better, much better in fact! I realize this is an old, tired cliché, but…I just had my neck and shoulders rubbed by two angels, there is a God, and I’m in Heaven!” Joey said, in a suave voice, his upper lip curled up into his Elvis-like grin.

“Oh he’s too sweet! Please Sheila, can I kiss him?” Yumi said, but then covered her mouth with her hand, blushing, worried that she had crossed a boundary.

“You can, but not before me!” Sheila said, as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

Sheila planted a firm, passionate kiss on Joey’s lips; and then, winked at Yumi.

“You can kiss, but don’t get carried away!” Sheila said, smirking.

“I promise I won’t!” Yumi said, unbuckling her seatbelt and standing up.

She leaned forward on the front seats, turning her head towards Joey.

“I was talking to him!” Sheila said, her smirk turning into a teasing grin, making Yumi giggle loudly.

“Oh really, funny girl? How do you like that?” Joey said, standing up and gently holding Yumi’s face between his hands and planting a firm kiss on her lips.

“Hmmmmhhh? Hmmm!” Yumi moaned, first surprised, and then enjoying the kiss.

“Woo-hoo! Go Joey! Finally, you’re loosening up!” Sheila said applauding and chuckling.

He ended the kiss, leaving Yumi gasping and panting.

“Sheila…you…he…you lucky devil! He’s not just a hunk, he’s an amazing kisser too!” Yumi said, wobbly-kneed, sitting back down as the Chariot doors slid open.

“Yes he is, and yes I am!” Sheila said, kissing Joey again.

The other two Chariots landed near Chariot one in the hidden hangar bay atop Holly Towers.

“You guys are in civilian gear already?” Sullivan asked.

“Yeah Quentin, I figure we can all decompress a bit, and that’s easier done in our Civilian gear!” Joey said, as they finally disembarked from Chariot 1.

“I’m up for that!” Lady Midnight said, pressing the button on her belt, her wardrobe returning to the skirt, blouse and blazer she wore earlier that day.

“Me too!” Ms. Americana said, following suite.

“Ditto here!” Flag Girl said.

“Me too, I don’t mind the Night Raven uniform, but I’m still breaking in those new boots and my feet are killing me!” Night Raven said.

“Have a soak in the Jacuzzi, relax your sore feet! Joey’s right, until our contact calls us back we might as well decompress a bit; and I think we could all use a bit of late lunch?” Sheila said, as Flag Girl and Night Raven changed in their Civilian garb.

“Lovely lady, I know I could eat!” Townshend said, smiling.

“Me too!” Sullivan said, tilting his head to the side, making his neck click.

“Me three…is pizza okay for everybody?” Joey asked, greeted by a unanimous “YES!”

Joey and Sheila chuckled.

“Otto, place an order at Maximus Pizza, three Jumbo thin crust pizzas, one all dressed, one vegetarian and one Mediterranean!” Joey said.

Chapter 15 – New Plan of Action

After a relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi, Lydia Bordon wrapped herself up in one of Sheila’s bathrobes, the delicious aroma of pizza guiding her towards the bathroom door.

“Hmm…as close friends as we may be, I am a bit underdressed…” Lydia thought, looking at her shorts, tank top and sandals near the tub.

She sighed, and slipped out of the bathrobe, putting it back on the hanger.  Goosebumps covering her skin and nipples getting hard, she slipped into her clothes.

“No bra or panties, makes doing the dirty boogie with Dana and Chris quick and painless…though I hope my nipples relax and avoid an embarrassing moment with the gang…”  She thought, opening the bathroom door.

She was met by Cleopatra, who greeted her with a quiet purring meow.

“Waiting for me little sweetie?” Lydia said, bending over to pick Cleopatra up.

Cleopatra purred loudly, as Lydia held her against her chest.

“Gonna keep us company while we have din-din Cleo?” Lydia said, smiling as she followed the aroma of pizza to the kitchen.

“Hi Lydz, how are the tootsies?” Dana asked with a smile, before taking a bite of her pizza slice.

“A lot better, the Jacuzzi did the trick, thanks Sheila and Joey…and thanks for lunch!” Lydia said, putting Cleopatra down on the couch next to Cesar, and grabbing a slice of Mediterranean pizza with a can of Fresca.

“Mozzarella, Feta, shrimps, anchovies and black olives…pretty damned good!” she thought, enjoying her first bite.

“That’s the least we can do, you volunteered to help us Lydia.” Joey said with a nod, as he went for a second slice.

“And earlier today, when I wasn’t sure whether or not Joey would pull through, Brenda, Quentin, Dana and Chris rushed over for moral support. Words can’t express the gratitude I feel!” Sheila said, unable to repress a few tears.

Joey put his plate down and wrapped his arms around her.

“The way I see it, we’re all a big extended family!” Chris said, smiling.

“That’s very well said!” Brenda said, also smiling.

“Well, call this a family lunch then, and I’m glad your feet feel better Lydia! Funny thing is, part of my shtick as the Reverend is calling people “brother and sister” and Quentin and I have often referred to each other as ‘mon frère’…it’s not Thanksgiving but I have a lot to be thankful for…” Joey said, kissing Sheila in the neck and releasing his hug.

He picked up his drink and raised it.

“Brothers and Sisters, to friendship, extended family, and having each other’s backs!  Special shout out to Miss Réjeanne and Hexanna who pulled me out of my coma!” Joey said.

“Here, here!”  All said in unison.

Sheila’s communicator vibrated.

“Good timing Veronica Eden…” Sheila said, picking up the communication.

“Yes Ronnie, what’s the scoop?” Sheila said; putting the call on speaker.

“Ariella, you’re not gonna believe this…as anticipated, Samael's host was one of our former employees…according to Coop, her name is Maggie Kelly, College drop-out, kind of whorish with patrons…anyway, somehow she managed to put enough scratch together to repurchase the family farm.” Veronica said.

Joey, Quentin, Chris, Brenda, Dana, Sheila, Yumi, Angela and Lydia exchanged a knowing glance.

“You wouldn’t happen to have the address of that farm Ronnie?” Sheila said, smiling.

“Indeed I would! 1255 3^rd Road North.” Veronica replied.

“Ronnie my Dear, you may avoid purgatory yet!  Ariella out.” Sheila said, smiling.

“Shall we gear up now?” Dana asked.

“Nah…let’s not rush through lunch, they’re not going anywhere.” Joey said.

“A precognitive flash Joey?” Quentin asked.

“No…based on what Ronnie told us earlier, they’re whipping up a new batch of synth-a-coke; one with some sort of aphrodisiac ingredient, and safe enough for repeat customers. They can’t afford to make any errors thus…” Joey said.

“Thus they can’t rush or change location!” Brenda said, smiling.

"Indeed!" Joey said.

“Excellent deduction my dear Watson!” Townshend said.

“I have my moments!  Now eat, my friends!  It’s hard to be on our A-game with low blood-sugar!” Joey said, picking up his plate.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself!” Quentin said, grinning, helping himself to another slice.

Sheila took a sip from her drink, looking affectionately at Joey.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”  She asked, telepathically.

“Right back at you angel-babe, right back at you!” He replied, chewing on a bite of pizza.

Back at the Kelly Farmhouse

“You’re gonna love this Samael…” Maggie said as they lay in bed, in the Farmhouse’s main bedroom.

At Maggie’s request, Samael had recalled three of their addicted female puppets. The first was a dark haired, skinny, flat-chested executive assistant named Flo.  Obsessed with being part of the cool and trendy crowd, she tried a snort of “the good stuff” “just to try it”, only to become one of Samael’s puppets.

The second, was a Rubenesque blonde named Jen, who sported several tattoos that seemed to clash with her straight-laced job as a high-level corporate security professional; and who had had the misfortune of trying a line of Samael’s best on a dare at an Office party, also becoming one of Samael’s remote-controlled drones. 

The third, was a voluptuous black exotic dancer named Jade.  Her trademark around the club was her pierced nipples and clit.  The slobbering drunk patrons seemed naturally drawn to them and her.  It was needing a pick me up to endure an extra-long shift that led to Jade getting hooked and remotely controlled by the diabolical Samael.

To their amusement, the three Puppets had stripped naked in the front yard, torn farmer-boy Frank Lawrence’s clothes off and hosed him down, lathering him up with shower gel until he smelled better. Soon enough, all four of them were soaking wet and shivering.

They then reconvened in the bedroom, where Flo massaged Samael’s right breast, suckling her nipple, Jen did the same with Samael’s left breast, suckling the left nipple, Jade licked Samael’s clit, and farmer-boy Frank penetrated Samael awkwardly, as Jade’s head was in the way.

“Uuuhhh yess…Maggie…the sensations…the stimulus…like gentle electrical currents emanating from our nipples, clitoris and the lining of our vagina…so intimate…so intense…so pleasurable! Puppet Lawrence, pace yourself!  You are forbidden to cum before me!” Samael grunted, breathing hard.

“Yes, mistress…” Lawrence mumbled, slowing down the rocking of his hips.

Once again, as she neared orgasm, Samael’s armor glowed a brighter shade of blue as the pleasure translated and registered into her micro circuits.

“Feels…so…GOOD!” Samael whined, breathing increasingly faster, the color of her armor turning to reddish-purple, glowing even brighter as her budding orgasm gained in intensity.

Multiple waves of pleasure washed over their shared body, Samael’s armor now glowing bright red as their shared body reached orgasm.

“Ah…AH…MAGGIIIIEEE!” Samael shouted, the red glow from her armor now flooding the bedroom as the intense orgasm overdrove her circuits.

Trembling, Samael graced Lawrence with a devilish grin.

“Puppet Jade, lie on your back, Puppet Lawrence, pull out of me and cum all over Puppet Jade’s breasts!” Samael commanded, her Geek father’s lust and kinkiness momentarily taking control of her microcircuits.

“Yes mistress…” Jade and Lawrence mumbled in a hypnotic drone, complying with Samael’s command.

Jade pushed her massive breasts together, offering Frank Lawrence a tempting target; as he erupted in salvoes of hot, sticky cum over her luscious mounds, moaning softly.

“Puppet Flo, lick Puppet Jade’s chest clean, and Puppet Jen, suck Puppet Lawrence’s penis clean!” Samael commanded, the impromptu sex show enhancing her orgasmic afterglow.

“Yes, Mistress…” Flo and Jen mumbled in the same hypnotic drone, getting busy with their tongue baths, Jade and Frank moaning a bit louder at the contact of Flo and Jen’s tongues.

“Once you’re done, clean up and get rest in the guest’s bedroom. We have a new batch of product on the way and we’ll need the extra hands to get it completed.” Samael said, the protective plates covering her breasts and crotch sliding back into place.

“Yes mistress…” they replied, Jade and Lawrence moaning, Flo and Jen with mouthfuls of cum.

Chapter 16 – Maggie’s Farm

Sunset on the countryside, a scene worthy of a Claude Lorrain painting, enhanced by the sweet aroma of ripening corn, and freshly cut grass.  The sound of chirping crickets added the final touch to an otherwise serene, idyllic scene; which concealed a much darker one.

In the Kelly Farm’s barn, Samael was busy programming a new batch of nano-bots with a heightened libido routine. Frank, Flo, Jen and Jade, dressed in aprons, latex gloves and surgical masks, were busy mixing the ingredients to the base of Samael’s delight, the street name given to her designer cocaine.

The chirping of the crickets also concealed another forthcoming event, the arrival of three silent vehicles at the Kelly Farm, vehicles known as Chariots.

“Be very careful my Puppets, this batch needs to be non-lethal, so it may be profitable.  A dead puppet can’t come back for more.” Samael said, as she completed the nano-bots’ subroutine.

“Yes mistress…” Frank, Flo, Jen and Jade mumbled in unison.

Meanwhile, the Chariots landed in the cornfield across the road, setting off a flight of magpies.

“Shit…” Reverend Justice mumbled.

“What’s up Rev?” Sullivan asked, thought the hands-free communicator.

“Heckle, Jeckle and friends might just have signaled our arrival…so much for the effect of surprise.” Reverend Justice said, as the doors of the Chariots slid open.

“Maybe, maybe not; gotta think positive my Preacher!” Ariella said, in a soft voice.

Suddenly, both he and Ariella gasped, knees buckling. Ms. Americana stepped forward, steadying Ariella, grabbing her by the shoulders, while Azure Angel beat Agent Sullivan to the punch, grabbing Reverend Justice by the shoulders to steady him, only to realize that he was a bit heavy for her, making Sullivan chuckle.

“Guys, what happened?” Lady Midnight asked, keeping her voice down.

“No need to lower our voices Lady Midnight…they know.” Ariella said, regaining her sense of balance.

“Our ESP power increases exponentially when Ariella and I are in close proximity of each other…now that she has a human host in Maggie, Samael’s thoughts are easy to detect. We need to avoid inhaling any of her product...this batch may be non-lethal, but what makes it so addictive is that it’s laced with obedience nano-chips; those ones in particular have a libido-enhancing subroutine…those anti-drug caplets you carry would be quite useless in this case Ms. Americana.” Reverend Justice said.

“A powerful EMP might just render the nano-chips inert.” Townshend said.

“And perhaps wipe out Samael’s AI?” Flag Girl said.

“Not in this case…the ‘weird implants’ Veronica Eden described are actually part of a shielding armor that Maggie is wearing, protecting Samael’s AI…but it may definitely work on the synthetic coke, rendering it harmless…Ms. Americana, we’ll need Otto and Annie to collaborate again!” Ariella said, smiling at Ms. Americana.

“By all means, what’s on your mind?” Ms. Americana replied.

“It may be possible to use the Chariots as projectors to deliver a focused EMP towards that barn.” Ariella said.

“Why the barn and not the Farmhouse?” Night Raven asked.

“Because, little Sister, that is part of the precognitive flash Ariella and I got!” Reverend Justice said, tipping his hat.

“Well, that can be arranged my friend!” Ms. Americana said, smiling as she brought her communicator to her lips.

In the barn, Samael stood to attention, walking past her former shells, sprawled in the haystack.

“Samael, what’s wrong?” Maggie asked.

“That sudden noise from across the road…” Samael said.

“A flight of magpies, nothing to worry about. They’ll eat the corn, get spooked by a coyote or a fox and take off.” Maggie replied.

“Given the importance of our task, let us make sure. Puppet Lawrence, get your shotgun and investigate. The rest of you, keep working.” Samael commanded.

“Yes Mistress…” Lawrence said, leaving the Lab on wheels within the barn.

“Yes Mistress…” Flo, Jen and Jade, mumbled, in unison.

In the cornfield, as Annie and Otto worked at high speed to generate the massive EMP, Ariella and Reverend Justice detected Samael’s last command.

“Samael’s sending one of her cronies to see what spooked the magpies.” Ariella said.

“Annie and Otto, ETA for the Electromagnetic Pulse?” Ms. Americana enquired in her communicator.

“Two more minutes Ms. Americana.” Annie replied.

“Preacher, will you do the honors?” Ariella asked, smiling.

“As you wish my angel-babe!” Reverend Justice said, enabling the anti-g device on his belt, making him levitate.

Rather than enabling the booster rockets in his boot heels, he looked at Ariella with his Elvis grin.

“How about a push in that direction gorgeous?” Reverend Justice asked.

Ariella and Ms. Americana exchanged a mischievous glance, each placing a hand in the small of his back. Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Flag Girl and Night Raven snickered while Sullivan and Townshend exchanged a gape-mouthed glance.

“Hold on to your hat honey!” Ariella said, as she and Ms. Americana slung-shot him across the road.

As he armed his stingers, Ariella chuckled.

“He just telepathically said, ‘thanks lovely ladies, this is fun’!” Ariella said, giggling.

“Trust old Elvis to turn a prank into a joy ride!” Sullivan said, grinning.

Coming out of the barn wearing nothing more than an apron, latex gloves and a surgical mask, shotgun in hand, the near-mindless Lawrence’s gaze was focused on the three vehicles illegally parked in the cornfield across the road; never noticing the approaching ominous dark figure above his head, trench-coat flapping. His vision went red, silver and then black as a neural-stinger shot knocked him unconscious.

Reverend Justice disabled his anti-g device, gently landing near Lawrence, kicking his shotgun away from him. Removing a glove, he touched Lawrence’s head with his bare fingers.

“Based on what we’ve detected so far…” he thought, privately.

“I see nothing mistress, I will cross the road and look further, to make sure.” Reverend Justice mumbled.

“Very well Puppet Lawrence, proceed.” Samael’s voice replied within Lawrence’s head.

He slipped his glove back on and pulled a set of restraints from his trench coat.

“Bringing our unconscious crony over, the rear section of the Chariot will serve as a holding cell.” Reverend Justice telepathically said.

“Good idea my love, hopefully the EMP snaps him out of it.” Ariella replied.

“Fortunately, the anti-g device will reduce his weight enough I won’t slip a disc lifting him…barbells are one thing, but an unconscious human being sprawled on the ground, it’s frigging hernia-city!” Reverend Justice telepathically said, flipping Lawrence on his side so he could hoist him in a fireman’s carry.

“Yep…he’s about 180 lbs give or take…I can squat 360, but it’s from a squat rack, not the floor...” Reverend Justice thought, quietly walking back towards the landed Chariots.

“Don’t be too modest baby-doll, I’ve seen you deadlift as much as 220 lbs!” Ariella quipped.

“True, but lifting a barbell isn’t like lifting a limp-body from the ground…I’ll be there in a jiff.” Reverend Justice replied, upper-lip curled into his Elvis grin.

Sullivan, Townshend, Ariella and Ms. Americana greeted him, Sullivan helping him unload Lawrence from his shoulders. Sullivan took Lawrence under the armpits, wincing at the clammy sensation while Townshend grabbed Lawrence by the ankles, chuckling.

Ms. Americana, Ariella, Flag Girl, Night Raven, Lady Midnight and Azure Angel snickered along at Sullivan’s disgusted reaction to Lawrence’s sweaty armpits.

“I respect a working man’s sweat, but talk about hyperhidrosis! What’s up on the she-devil front Rev?” Sullivan said, as they loaded Lawrence in Chariot 1’s rear section, sliding the door shut.

“At the moment, she’s so focused of finishing the libido boost subroutine in the new batch of nanobots and getting this batch of synth-a-coke ready that she didn’t question my telepathic reply through farmer-boy’s head.” Reverend Justice said, smiling, reaching in one of his trench coat pockets.

He pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and tossed it to Sullivan who caught it, smiling.

“Much obliged mon frère, it’ll do until I can take a shower!” Sullivan said, sanitizing his hands.

“Keep it Brother Quentin, I happen to wear gloves!” Reverend Justice said, upper lip curled in his Elvis grin.

Sullivan pocketed the small bottle with a nod.  Suddenly, Ariella and Reverend Justice grabbed onto each other’s shoulders, letting out a loud gasp.

“Oh geez, what’s wrong?” Night Raven asked.

“Farmer-boy’s not responding to hails, Samael is sending her three other drones to investigate…” Ariella said, panting.

“And remotely calling in extra hands to help her complete her order of synth-a-coke…or Samael’s Delight …this patch of farmland is going to be crawling with mindless drones…innocent victims, slave to their own addictions.” Reverend Justice said.

“They’re being used, just like we were when Dragon Queen controlled us with the mind-control spores…they’re not criminals, we can’t just beat them up!” Lady Midnight said.

“Perhaps a wide-focus EMP to cover the barn, farmhouse and fields at a 180 degree angle? 360 if some of them sneak up behind us?” Flag Girl suggested.

“That’s a wonderful idea, but Annie and Otto will need to readjust the focus, angle and power level to make sure all nanobots are disabled, and we’ll need to assure crowd control without hurting them in the meantime.” Ms. Americana said.

“Leave it that up to us my love, Chris and I can try out our new Wade Industries tasers! Not as long-range as Rev’s stingers, but it should neutralize the drones without causing them injury.” Sullivan said, smiling.

“Lady Midnight, Flag Girl Azure Angel and I can make use of our recent Aikido training and nerve holds to neutralize and restrain attackers.” Night Raven said.

“The same holds older police officers used to use on larger opponents resisting arrest?” Ariella asked, curious.

“The very same, taught to me by my Dad when I started dating!” Night Raven said with a wink.

Ms. Americana smiled and nodded.

“Ms. Americana to Annie, do you copy? We need to modify the power and projection angle of the EMP…” Ms. Americana said, bringing her communicator to her lips.

“Oh guys, we have company…” Azure Angel said, reaching for her Katana, but then changing her mind.

“That’s right little sister…crowd control without hurting them…good God I hope we can.” Reverend Justice said, in a voice he hoped was comforting.

Chapter 17 – The Puppets first wave

From across the road, with a slow shuffling step, three women dressed only in lab aprons, surgical masks and latex gloves were making their way towards the road. They stopped, the tattooed blonde one bending over to pick up Lawrence’s shotgun from the ground. From a distance, approaching headlights heralded the arrival of the reinforcements remotely paged by Samael.

“Can you make the shot Rev?” Sullivan asked.

“I can, but it’ll be more practical to sting them once they’ve crossed the road. That way we can restrain them without much fuss.” Reverend Justice answered.

“Good plan!” Townshend said.

“Those of you without any bullet-proof shielding, stand behind us; our dampening force fields will decelerate the buckshot to non-lethal velocity.” Ariella said.

“Hmm, call it a gut feeling, but somehow, I don’t think our plump antagonist quite knows how to handle a 12-gauge shotgun.” Townshend said, with a curious frown.

“Chris!” Flag Girl said, giving his shoulder a playful swat.

Night Raven, Lady Midnight and Azure Angel giggled.

“What? I think ‘plump’ was a respectful term!” Townshend said, shrugging.

“Yeah, it’s not like he called her ‘big-tits tattoo-girl’!” Sullivan said, chuckling.

“Quentin!” Ms. Americana said, giving his shoulder a playful swat.

Reverend Justice laughed heartily.

“Hey! Manners Preacher!” Ariella said, lifting her hand as if she was about to follow suite, but leaned in for a kiss instead.

Night Raven, Azure Angel and Lady Midnight chuckled some more, until they noticed Jen taking aim.

“Alright, everyone with no bullet-proofing stand behind us, be safe my brothers and sisters!” Reverend Justice said, as Jen seemed to struggle with the shotgun’s fore-end.

“Our belts have ballistics force-fields similar to yours in our belts Reverend, but thanks!” Ms. Americana said, smiling.

“Sully has a special bullet-proof lining in his jacket, I’m wearing a vest under my hoodie…” Townshend said.

“But our heads ain’t bullet-proof, I think we ought to stand behind our pals Chris old boy!” Sullivan said, walking behind Ariella and the Grim Preacher.

Jen finally pulled the fore-end of the gun all the way back, and let it slide back into place. She pulled the trigger, and fell backward heels-over-head from the gun’s kickback; the buckshot missing the target by several feet over head.

“I guess you were right lover, she can’t handle that type of weapon!” Flag Girl said, laughing.

“Your average shotgun has enough kickback to dislocate a shoulder if not handled properly!” Townshend replied.

“The poor girl will have some nasty bruises on her butt when she snaps out of it!” Night Raven said, grinning.

As the other two kept on walking, Jen struggled back to her feet with a stunned look on her face, her surgical mask dangling from one ear, her apron shifted to the side, exposing one tattooed breast and her crotch.

Reverend Justice inhaled deeply, feeling sorry for the two mind-controlled women walking towards them. They were unarmed, and their facial expressions were a mixture of teary, glassy eyes, combined with a wince of pain as their bare feet walked on the gravelly shoulder of the road.

“Samael just threw them out to the lions0, with no regard for their wellbeing…what a she-devil!” Reverend Justice thought, which was picked up by Ariella.

“You said it baby-doll…” Ariella started telepathically.

“You take the first two aprons, I call shotgun on the blonde!” Ariella said aloud, snickering at her own pun.

“Oh, you’re a riot, Alice!” Reverend Justice said, in his best Ralph Kramden.

Smiling, Ariella engaged her anti-g device and the booster rockets in her heels hissed to life; propelling her across the road towards the limping Jen; while Reverend Justice armed both stingers.

Jade and Flo raised their fists, with a helpless, nonplussed look on their faces, tears coursing down their cheeks, making the team of heroes look down,  feeling sorry for them.  Once their bare feet hand reached the border of soft grass near the rows of corn, Reverend Justice took aim.

“Forgive me, my sisters.” Reverend Justice mumbled, firing stinger shots at the both of them.

“At least the soft grass won’t bruise you too badly.” He said, as he walked towards them, Azure Angel following him.

“Need help restraining them?” Azure Angel asked.

“Much appreciated Az!” Reverend Justice said with a thankful smile, tossing her a set of restraints from a pocket of his trench coat.

“I like him…I like both of them…a lot, and I think they like me back! At least there’s no conveniently forgotten ‘soon-to-be-ex-wife’ to spoil the party!” Azure Angel thought, still upset over DCPD Detective Pearce leading her on.

Meanwhile, in the farm’s driveway, the mind-controlled Jen observed gape-mouthed as the flying blue-clad angel approached her.  She grabbed the shotgun with a baseball bat grip, waiting for Ariella to get closer.  Finally, she took a wild swing and once again, fell to the pavement, dragged down by her own momentum.

“You really should quit while you’re ahead, my well-endowed sister!” Ariella said, landing next to Jen.

She kicked the shotgun from Jen’s loose grip, making her look up at Ariella, teary-eyed and gape-mouthed.

“Forgive me my sister…” Ariella said, her right hand slicing through the evening air with a stiff shuto, connecting with the back of Jen’s neck, knocking her out cold.

“…but believe it or not, this headache is for your own good!” Ariella said, making sure her gravity dampening field surrounded both her and Jen.

In a seemingly effortless motion, Ariella rolled Jen on her side, and swung her across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, and took flight with Jen her involuntary passenger.

“Show-off!” Reverend Justice teased, telepathically.

“You’re just jealous I work smart instead of hard! Besides, she’s a good 30 lbs lighter than Farmer-boy!” Ariella replied, playing along.

As she flew back across the road, a Corvette, a Mustang and a Ram pickup truck pulled into the farm’s driveway.

Two girls dressed in high heels, short skirts, and skimpy tops came out of the Corvette, looking like their night of clubbing and man hunting had been called to a screeching halt. Two men and two women came out of the Mustang, looking disheveled and unkempt as their group sex session was interrupted by Samael’s call. Dressed in hunting gear, two men came out of the Ram’s cab, armed with hunting rifles, while two teen girls and two teen boys, seemingly picked up from the local ballpark got out of the rear of the pickup truck, holding baseball bats. 

With the same slow shuffling step that Flo, Jen, and Jade were using, they made a beeline towards the barn, as Azure Angel helped Reverend Justice carry the fallen women to the Chariots for their own safety, Jen first, and Flo second.

“One more for the Chariot restraining area!” Ariella said, smiling, as she landed near Sullivan and Lady Midnight.

Ariella bent her knees to allow Jen to be picked up from her shoulders.

“With pleasure Ariella!” Lady midnight said, grabbing Jen’s ankles.

“Great, I get the armpits again…” Sullivan mumbled, sliding his hands between Jen’s arms and body, making Ariella and Lady Midnight giggle.

“Fortunately, you still have the bottle of sanitizer Preacher gave you!” Ariella said, grinning.

“Nah, she’s not as sweaty as farmer-boy…uses a good antiperspirant too!” Sullivan said, with a wink.

“Blondie, you have a healthy set of tits on you…almost Brenda territory! But those tats are way over the top! Speaking of big tits, Lady Midnight sure is no slouch…” Sullivan thought, feeling strangely aroused.

“Okay guys, we have more company coming!” Night Raven said, her attention focused on the driveway across the street.

Chapter 18 – The Puppets’ second wave

Six of Samael’s newly arrived twelve were shuffling their feet towards the road, in an attempt to gain Samael enough time to complete her batch of sex synth-a-coke, with the help of the other six. Two of the approaching crew were the men in hunting garb, who held their rifles in a loose, drunken-like grip, rifles dragging on the ground.  Following them were the four teenagers, baseball bats also dragging on the farm driveway’s pavement.

“This is really beginning to look like one of those bad zombie movies!” Flag Girl said, arms crossed beneath her breasts, slightly pushing them up as she repressed a shiver.

“Minus the cheesy soundtrack!” Townshend said, smirking.

“Don’t forget we need to restrain them without hurting them…” Lady Midnight chimed in.

“That’s very clear to all of us Lady Midnight…ETA Ms. Americana?” Sullivan said, keeping his eyes on the approaching slack-jawed team.

“360 degree EMP in five minutes!” Ms. Americana replied from near the landed Chariots.

“Okay, time to pick dance partners, Preacher and I already handled the first four, who wants in on the action?” Ariella asked, grinning.

“Care to handle Elmer Fudd and Egghead with me, Flag Girl?” Night Raven asked, smirking.

“I’d like that, Night Raven!” Flag Girl replied, with a wink.

“Shall we spank a few teenaged butts Az?” Lady Midnight asked, grinning.

“I thought you’d never ask!” Azure Angel replied, excitedly.

“Okay lovely ladies, Townshend and I will handle the boys…the way they’re dragging those bats, I don’t think they have much a swing left!” Sullivan said, looking at Townshend.

“I haven’t had hand to hand combat in a while...what happens between closed doors with Dana and Lydia doesn’t count!” Townshend said, casting Flag Girl and Night Raven a teasing sideways glance.

“And they say women like to gab!  Those guys are moving in a bit faster than the first wave, get a move-on already!” Lady Midnight said, walking towards the bat-wielding teen girls, followed by Azure Angel.

“You heard her! Charge!” Flag Girl shouted comically, as she darted towards the first hunter.

“Race you!” Night Raven quipped, running towards the second hunter.

“Chris old pal, shall we make things interesting?”  Sullivan said, taking a light jog towards the bat-wielding teen to the left.

“How I hate when he says that…” Townshend said, walking at a quick pace towards the bat-wielding teen to the right.

‘Elmer’ and ‘Egg Head’ raised their rifles with a blank expression on their faces unaware that the safety was still on, and that pulling the trigger would have zero effect. Flag Girl leaped in the air, delivering a spinning heel kick. ‘Elmer’ ducked, Flag Girl’s calf connecting with the side of his head, avoiding her boot’s heel but knocking him off-balance; dropping his rifle.  ‘Egg Head’ struggled with his rifle’s trigger, his expression going from blank to confusion.  Night Raven kicked the rifle, its butt connecting with ‘Egg Head’s’ jaw, sending him reeling but still on his feet.

Flag Girl landed on her feet near Night Raven.

“Those two are tougher than the first batch…” Flag Girl said.

“Quicker too…I bet Samael has enhanced the nano-bots’ subroutines for attack!” Night Raven said, ducking a rifle swing.

Lady Midnight rolled out of the way as the teen girl facing her swung her aluminum bat in a downward motion, hitting the pavement with great impact.  Azure Angel drew her katana, parrying a few similar swings from her opponent, sparks flying as the aluminum bat connected with her blade.

Townshend pulled his taser from his pocket, noticing the extra aggressiveness of the six new attackers. Sullivan parried and ducked, amused with the sight of his opponent hitting nothing but air.

“Come on you teenaged numbskull, give Uncle Chris a good target…” Townshend mumbled, ducking a few aluminum bat swings of his own.

Sullivan crouched, and delivered a leg sweep that sent his attacker sprawled spread-eagle on the pavement; his bat flying overhead and landing in the ditch across the street.

“Show-off!” Townshend mumbled with a smirk, pocketing his taser, not wanting to be outdone.

He ducked yet another swing, but this time grabbed the teenager’s wrist, using the swing’s momentum to spin him around and flip him with a Judo throw, sending him sprawling on the pavement next to his friend.

“Good one!” Sullivan said, smiling as he pulled a set of restraints from his jacket pocket.

Blood trickling from his mouth, ‘Egg Head’ aimlessly swung his rifle in Night Raven’s general direction, his bell clearly rung, but still remaining on his feet.  Waiting for the last swing to reach full range, Night Raven extended her muscular leg, connecting with the poor man’s crotch, who dropped his rifle, grabbing his crotch with both hands as he doubled over.

“Sorry guys, he just wouldn’t go down!” Night Raven shouted in the direction of Reverend Justice and Ariella.

“Just for that, you’ll have to carry him back to the safety zone by yourself!” Reverend Justice teasingly said, Elvis grin on his lips as Night Raven put her attacker in restraints.

“Party pooper!” Night Raven said, jokingly sticking out her tongue at him.

Meanwhile, ‘Elmer’ desperately tried to pick up his rifle from the pavement, as an amused Flag Girl kept kicking it away from his grasp every time he bent over.

“Okay, I’ve had enough fun with you!” Flag Girl said, grabbing his left wrist and rotating it into an Aikido wrist lock that brought ‘Elmer’ to his knees.

“Nice technique!” Night Raven said, smiling as she pulled the restrained ‘Egg Head’ to his feet.

“Thanks, though I had an easier time than you: mine dropped his rifle, yours didn’t!” Flag Girl said, restraining ‘Elmer’s’ wrists behind his back.

With the grace of a ballerina, Lady Midnight sidestepped her attacker’s latest bat swing, extending her leg to trip her.  The teenager went flying towards the shoulder of the road, landing in the soft grass with a dull thump, knocking the wind out of her, but still clutching her bat in her right hand.  Feline-like, Lady Midnight leaped next to her, and stepped on her right wrist with her booted right foot.

“Give it up kid, I’m trying not to hurt you!” Lady Midnight said, now pinning her opponent down with a knee across the back, making the teenaged girl squirm as Lady Midnight put her in restraints.

Tired of pussy-footing, Azure Angel’s katana sliced her attacker’s aluminum bat near the handle, carefully avoiding her hands. The teenager looked at the short aluminum shaft in her hands, with a puzzled look on her face. In a well-coordinated move, Azure Angel sheathed her katana and leaped sideways, catching her attacker in a body-scissors, rolling her on her back. She squeezed her body-scissors a bit harder until she heard the clunk of the bat’s handle being dropped to the pavement.

“Good girl!  Oh Rev, Angel, another set of restraints please?” Azure Angel called, as her attacker seemed to have fainted.

“Allow me, young lady!” Townshend said, handing her a set of restraints as he escorted his dazed male teenaged prisoner back to the safe zone near the Chariots.

"Thanks, Chris!" Azure Angel replied, smiling as she slapped the restraints across her opponent's wrists.

“Say, Ms. Americana, once the EMP hits, a call to EMT’s wouldn’t go amiss…as careful as we’re trying to be, we’re still hurting those guys, and they’re not responsible for their actions…” Sullivan said, hoisting his fallen teenager across his shoulder.

“Working on it Quentin, and I’m sure the Wade Foundation will foot their medical bills!” Ms. Americana said, keeping an eye on the prisoners in the safety zone while keeping track of Annie and Otto’s progress.

“The Holly Foundation will gladly collaborate with the Wade Foundation footing the cost of their medical bills and rehab for their addiction!” Ariella said, smiling at Ms. Americana, who returned her smile.

“The batch of synth-a-coke must be about ready, here’s the last of them. ETA Ms. Americana?” Reverend Justice asked, wincing as he noticed the two party girls and the swinger couples leaving the barn armed with cast iron pans, tire irons and lead pipes.

“Three minutes thirty seconds!” Ms. Americana replied.

Sullivan put a hand on Reverend Justice’s shoulder.

“It’s your collar Rev, but I think it’d be a good thing if Ariella and you crossed the road to keep an eye on that barn, in case Samael tries to make a break for it with her shipment...God only knows what other vehicles she’s hiding in that barn.” Sullivan said.

“We’ll take care of those other six you guys, Sully makes sense!” Azure Angel said, once again drawing her katana.

“Makes sense to me too Preacher, let’s fly!” Ariella said, anti-g device humming into action.

Smirking, Reverend Justice tapped the anti-g button on his belt and the Night Guardians levitated.  Next, the booster rockets in their heels hissed to life, flying above the heads of the attackers.

“Honey, care to join us? I don’t think the prisoners are going anywhere!” Sullivan said, looking at Ms. Americana.

“On my way sexy!  Annie, patch ETA directly to my communicator, and make sure the ambulances get here once it’s safe.” Ms. Americana said, first to Sullivan, and then to Annie.

“Acknowledged, Ms. Americana! Current ETA 3 minutes and counting!” Annie replied.

Chapter 19 – Samael’s Lair

Ariella and Reverend Justice hovered near the barn’s front door. 

“Okay, la minute de vérité angel-babe…” Reverend Justice telepathically said, as his visor adapted to the barn’s dim lighting.

“Indeed baby-doll, gotta wonder what’s hiding in there!” Ariella replied, as they quietly entered the barn, still levitating.

To their left, the fabled lab on wheels. In front of them, in the deep dark end of the barn, stood a large cargo craft, in which two androids, one with silver skin, and the other with metallic blue skin, were loading crates of synth-a-coke.

“Gotta give her genius props; that craft looks like a squat jump jet, possibly with stealth capabilities, and based on the tracks in the dirt, it looks like it was recently wheeled in!” Ariella telepathically said.

“And those ‘droids…Samael’s prior incarnations?” Reverend Justice replied.

“Very likely…let’s land quietly, they’re not aware we’re in here, and sooner or later, Samael Maggie will come out of the RV.” Ariella said.

“I’ll try to telepathically reach Brenda…I’d managed to link with her when she and Quentin got kidnapped.” Reverend Justice telepathically said.

“Good idea, keeping radio silence is paramount if we want to get the drop on Samael!” Ariella replied, smiling at him.

They gradually reduced the gravity dampeners on their belts, landing without a sound.  He inhaled deeply, ignoring his returning tension headache.

“Brenda, Brenda, can you hear me?” Reverend Justice telepathically said, focusing his thoughts towards Ms. Americana.

Busy facing off one of the tire-iron armed party-girls, Ms. Americana side-stepped her, grabbed her by the right wrist, and squeezed it with enough force to make her drop her tire iron. She then spun her around like a dancer and applied an arm lock.

“Yeah I hear you Joey, a bit busy with a mindless drone, what’s up?” Ms. Americana acknowledged.

“Sammie-girl is busy in the RV, and her prior two android bodies are helping her load a cargo aircraft hidden at the back of the barn…we want to get the drop on our girl when she comes out, so radio silence is key…” Reverend Justice said, fascinated by the worker-ant-like pace of Silver and Blue.

“Copy that Joey, I’ll update the team!” Ms. Americana replied.

“Okay you guys, radio silence, I’m in telepathic contact with the Preacher!” Ms. Americana said, releasing her opponent’s arm and stunning her with her own newly obtained taser.

She flipped her over like a pancake, and put her in restraints.

“Roger that!” Flag Girl said, kicking the cast iron frying pan out of the second party girl’s hand and following through with a hammerlock, applying enough pressure to bring her to her knees. She then pulled a set of restraints from her utility belt.

“You bet!” Night Raven said, grabbing the first female swinger in a headlock after knocking the lead pipe out of her hand. 

She applied more pressure on the headlock and gently lowered herself to the ground bringing swinger-girl on all fours.  Night Raven pivoted in a move that would have made Joey proud, reaching for her opponent’s wrists, bringing them behind her back to restrain her.

“You got it!” Lady Midnight said, handling swinger-girl’s partner.

Swinger-boy had picked up one of the discarded baseball bats from the pavement, and brought it up over his head, only to be greeted with a stiff kick to the midsection before he could take a swing. He doubled over, and Lady Midnight easily pulled the bat out of his hands, tossing it aside, and then pulled his arms behind his back, restraining him as well.

“Understood!” Azure Angel said, with a wide smile on her face as she was having fun handling the second swinger couple on her own, katana still sheathed, insisting that Sullivan and Townshend do not interfere.

The second swinger couple – a young woman armed with a jack handle and a young man armed with a wrench – circled Azure Angel, waiting for an opening. The man clumsily raised his wrench above his head, trying to sneak behind Azure Angel, but getting mule-kicked in the stomach for his trouble, knocking him down on all fours. Her eyes never leaving his swinger partner, Azure Angel jumped up backward, landing with both feet on top of the man’s back, knocking him flat on his stomach with a loud ‘OOF!’

Impressed, Sullivan and Townshend applauded as Azure Angel, still standing of swinger-boy number two’s back, kept her eyes on his swinger-girl partner who decided to charge, panting heavily, high heels clicking on the pavement, holding her jack handle like a spear. Once her opponent was close enough, Azure Angel jumped up, delivering a textbook yoko tobi geri.  The heel of her boot connected with swinger-girl’s sternum, avoiding her breasts and knocking her sideways, falling on her back, jack handle landing on the pavement.

She landed on the young man’s back, making him grunt, and bowed comically to Sullivan and Townshend who chuckled.

“Now I could use your assistance gentlemen, in restraining those two?” Azure Angel said, grinning.

“You heard the young lady Chris!” Sullivan said, approaching Azure Angel, followed by Townshend.

As the battle raged outdoors, Reverend Justice and Ariella observed with an odd sense of fascination as Silver and Blue entered and re-entered the RV, came back out with more crates, loaded them in the cargo craft and repeated the process for what felt like a good half hour but actually only lasted a few minutes; completely unaware of Ariella and Reverend Justice standing there observing them.

“Say angel-babe…that blue droid’s face…does it remind you of anything?” Reverend Justice telepathically asked.

“Now that you mention it…yes she does…wait a minute, the frightening vision Scotty Morrison had before passing out…it was that blue armored android! He must have become hooked before Samael had fully evolved!” Ariella telepathically replied.

Ms. Americana’s voice beckoned them from within their heads.

“ETA 90 seconds Joey and Sheila. I presume Sheila can hear me through your mind?”  Ms. Americana communicated telepathically.

“Indeed I can Brenda, that’s good news! Still waiting for Maggie to show her face!” Ariella replied.

“The last of Samael’s puppets have been secured, holler if you need backup!” Ms. Americana replied.

Done with the last few crates of synth-a coke, Blue closed the cargo craft’s hatch while Silver stood at attention, her eyes focused on the Lab on Wheels’ main door.

“Okay Brothers and Sisters, the final showdown is near!” Reverend Justice telepathically communicated to Ariella and Ms. Americana.

The RV’s main door opened, and Maggie-Samael appeared at the doorstep, looking attractive yet lethal; her usual sneer was replaced with a smug, satisfied smirk. She stood there for a few moments, looking at the cargo craft.

“Blue, take the cargo to the alternate location near Harbor Point, and distribute the shipment among the dealer puppets; stealth mode only. After our decoy’s explosion yesterday, the old cannery area will be crawling with police officers. While the derelict ship the Hergé should be in the clear, we cannot be too careful.” Maggie-Samael said.

“Yes, Mistress.” Blue replied.

“45 seconds!” Ms. Americana telepathically communicated to Reverend Justice and Ariella, who were holding their breath.

“And Silver, take the quickest car outside and create a diversion. Based on what the puppets are reporting now, they have all been subdued, though their impaired minds cannot give me an accurate number of interlopers…we must divide and conquer to live to fight another day.” Maggie-Samael said, with the same smug, self-assured expression on her face.

“Yes, Mistress.” Silver replied.

“33 seconds!” Ms. Americana telepathically communicated to Reverend Justice and Ariella, sounding excited.

Maggie-Samael turned her head towards Ariella and Reverend Justice, flashing them her smug smirk.

Chapter 20 – Showdown in the Barn

“The cat and mouse game requires a lot of patience and perseverance, I must compliment you both!  You could have busted in here with all guns a-blazing, but you decided instead to buy your time and catch the Queen bee, knowing that the worker bees would follow…smart! Too bad it did not work!” Maggie-Samael said, looking at Ariella and Reverend Justice, her smirk turning into a grin that sent a shiver down their spines.

Ariella and Reverend Justice exchanged a glance and returned their attention to Maggie-Samael.

“15 seconds until EMP, and we have one Chariot on standby to intercept the cargo craft if need be!” Ms. Americana telepathically communicated to Reverend Justice and Ariella.

“That’s wonderful, Brenda! Our bad girl seems to be too engrossed letting us know she outsmarted us, she’s going to have a bad surprise!” Ariella replied, unable to repress a smirk.

“That, dear lady, remains to be seen.” Reverend Justice said, repressing his Elvis grin.

“Self-confident are we? You must be the fabled Night Guardians my spies have warned me about…you are indeed worthy opponents, better than those scantily-clad whores father warned me about!” Maggie-Samael continued, her sneer returning to her lips.

“EMP now! Why that bitch! Kick her ass for me Sheila!” Ms. Americana telepathically communicated to Reverend Justice and Ariella, who fought an urge to giggle.

As the EMP hit, Blue and Silver twitched for a few seconds and then returned to their initial stance, slightly vibrating as the shielding from their armors was not as advanced as the one worn by Samael’s human host Maggie.

“Tsk, tsk, how judgemental of you! Remember the mote and the beam Sammie-girl; your own hands are hardly clean…group sex with multiple partners doesn’t exactly make you the virgin Queen-bee!” Reverend Justice said, with an amused smile, as he read the group sex session from Maggie’s mind.

Samael seemed taken aback, but shrugged.

“You are either bluffing, or have powers I do not quite comprehend. Regardless, I use my puppets as I see fit. The fact remains that father has fucked She-Legionnaires so many times that in my book, calling them whores is a compliment!” Maggie-Samael said, her sneer turning into a creepy grin.

“Ah yes, your father…we had a nice long chat with him earlier today.” Ariella said, drily.

“I see, and what did my geeky runt of a father have to say?” Maggie-Samael said, her smug expression returning to her face.

“Brother Theo has a message for you. He says: ‘Time to sleep Dolly’!” Reverend Justice said, upper lip curled into his Elvis grin.

“Do not call me DOLLY! Silver, Blue, OBLITERATE THEM!” Maggie-Samael shrieked, livid.

Silver and Blue took a lurching step towards Ariella and Reverend Justice, but then collapsed to the barn’s floor, sparks and smoke coming out of their joints, mouths, ears and noses. Maggie-Samael observed gape-mouthed as her prior shells lay immobile with smoke coming out of their bodies.

“Wha…what…” Maggie-Samael mumbled, looking pale.

“I guess your shielding is better than what those two had!” Ariella said, grinning.

“Shielding?” Maggie-Samael said, her human host’s emotionalism making it hard for her to process what was happening.

“You were partly right Sammy-girl, we were trying to get the drop on you…but first and foremost, we were supposed to delay you until the massive 360 degree EMP actually hit; rendering the nano-bots in that synthetic coke inert, and freeing the minds of your mindless slaves.” Reverend Justice said, his expression taking a dark aura that made the Maggie part of Samael flinch.

“E…EMP?” Maggie-Samael said, pale as a ghost, making her facial implants look darker than normal.

“What, is there an echo in here? Did I stutter? You’re busted robot-girl!” Reverend Justice said, his voice raised in an angry growl.

“Easy my Preacher! Yes Samael, the same phenomena that awoke you and erased the security protocols Theo the Geek programmed in your AI. The same phenomena that allowed you to evolve past your prime directive.” Ariella said, as the sound of approaching sirens could be heard outside.

“Stop panicking…stop panicking! Shut up Maggie, I can’t concentrate!” Maggie-Samael growled aloud, looking flustered.

Ariella and Reverend Justice looked at each other and smirked.

“Those sirens we’re hearing would be the ambulances coming to treat those misguided souls you sent to the slaughter for your own selfish purposes. More blood on your hands Samael, your poison killed many, but that wasn’t good enough for you, was it?” Reverend Justice said, in a voice that would have made a clergyman proud.

“Blame the narc squad for those who died! My product was safe until I was forced to relocate and my quality control suffered! Now you two do-gooders are spoiling everything!” Maggie-Samael hissed, furious.

“Cry me a river! Wrong is wrong Samael, and your human half knows this, though she feels empowered by you and chooses to ignore it. Knowing our friend Special Agent Sullivan, I would wager that a few of those sirens are DEA vehicles coming to seize that inert cargo.” Ariella added, pointing at the cargo craft with her thumb.

Revered Justice nodded.

“An EMP brought you to life and allowed you to evolve, another EMP foiled your plans. The EMP giveth, and the EMP taketh away. I won’t bother asking you to surrender peacefully, because I know you won’t.” Reverend Justice said, smirking.

“In fact, you’re preparing a sneak-attack in a last-ditch effort to escape…you want to incapacitate us long enough for you to board that craft and make a break for it!” Ariella said, noticing that Samael's armor was now glowing a strange shade of purple.

Wincing and teeth clenched, Samael grunted in pain as her fingernails grew several inches longer, her armor returning to its original color.

“The nano-bots can be transmitted through the micro canals in our fingernails…one random scratch and they will become our puppets as well…ordered to destroy the rest of their team!” Samael silently communicated to Maggie, unaware that Ariella and Reverend Justice could read Maggie’s mind.

Reverend Justice reached his right wrist with his left hand to arm his right stinger, but Ariella stopped him.

“She’s mine Preacher, once it’s properly fused, Kevlex can’t be cut or torn. I owe her an ass-kicking for nearly killing you!” Ariella telepathically said, eyes fixed on Samael.

“Just be sure she doesn’t touch your throat or face, those are the only parts not covered!” Reverend Justice telepathically replied.

“She won’t even get close…” Ariella said aloud, showing no sign of fear as she walked in Samael’s direction.

“Don’t forget we know her next move a few seconds before she does it…her ass is mine!” She telepathically finished.

“You seem to have a personal issue in this…Ariella? That is the name my spies told me is yours?” Maggie-Samael said, finally stepping down from the RV’s open door.

“Indeed demon seed, behold Ariella, Lioness of God! Your hour of reckoning has come Samael, may God have mercy on your soul!” Reverend Justice clamored, as Ariella’s winged-halo emblem began glowing a bright gold and silver light.

“I see why you were nicknamed the Grim Preacher…and while the light show is a nice touch, I feel no fear…lust? Yes. Greed? Absolutely. Thirst for power? Guilty as charged. But fear? Never!” Samael’s half said; her mouth twisted into a devilish grin.

“Hey, speak for yourself Samael, I’m fucking terrified!” Maggie told Samael, unaware that Ariella and Reverend Justice could hear her thoughts.

“Relax Maggie, let me do the thinking…I’m accessing the self-defense knowledge in your brain...” Samael silently replied.

“If the light show doesn’t impress you how about this?” Ariella said, engaging her anti-g device, levitating with her arms outstretched.

“I see a coward trying to avoid combat by using parlor tricks to intimidate me! Come down here and fight me!” Samael hissed, her voice taking an odd electronic tone that no longer sounded like Maggie.

“Ask and you shall receive…be careful what you ask for!” Reverend Justice said, as Ariella landed a few metres from Samael.

Growling like a mad dog, Samael lunged at Ariella with a wide downward swing of her right arm. Ariella pivoted, Samael’s hand missing Ariella’s face and hitting the side of her left breast.

“Hey, don’t cop a feel you cyber-nympho!” Ariella said, with a mocking smirk.

“Don’t press your luck tits for brains; I’ll turn you and your boyfriend into my next fuck toys!” Samael growled, her fingernails growing a few centimetres longer.

“Oh, how kinky! But if that’s what you really want, you’ll have to try harder than that tough girl! Right here, go ahead I dare you!” Ariella said, taunting her, pointing at her chin.

“Fine you bitch, take that!” Samael shrieked, throwing a kick to Ariella’s midsection with her right leg, hoping that it would lower her guard.

Ariella blocked the kick, anticipating Samael’s next move with her telepathy. As Samael took another swing at Ariella’s face, Ariella grabbed Samael’s arm and hip-tossed her. Samael hit the ground with a dull thud, letting out a loud “UNGH!”

“I’ll get you yet you cunt!” Samael mumbled with her teeth clenched.

“Tsk, tsk, resorting to insults Samael, seriously?” Ariella said, arms crossed under her ample chest.

With an evil scowl, Samael got to her hands and knees and lunged again like a rattlesnake, this time taking a swing with her left hand, breaking a few fingernails in the process as they connected with Ariella’s right boot.

“OW damn it!” Samael cursed, engaging her internal TENS to relieve Maggie’s sore fingers, ribs, back, and breasts as she had fallen flat on her face after that last swing.

“Can’t tear through those boots or bodysuit Sammie-girl…you got your shots in, now it’s my turn!” Ariella said, teeth clenched, as Samael tried to get to her feet.

Ariella leaped in the air, and came down with a right foot stomp in Samael’s armored back, knocking her flat on her face again, making her utter a loud “ARGH!”

“That armor only shields your circuits against EMP’s doesn’t it? It’s not meant to protect your human host!” Ariella said, grabbing a handful of her hair with her left hand to pull her up to her knees.

“OOOOWW!” Samael cried, the TENS and nano-bots seemingly inadequate to mitigate the pain delivered by Ariella.

“You need Maggie to feel pleasure, but that’s a package deal isn’t it? Can’t feel pleasure without pain!  Sorry Maggie…”  Ariella said, her clenched right fist connecting with Samael’s left temple, knocking her semi-unconscious.

“Don’t pass out Maggie! I’m generating more nano-bots to repair your body! Don’t pass out!” Samael silently communicated straight to her cerebral cortex.

“That, Sammie-girl, was for nearly killing Preacher and me with that trap at the old cannery, on top of endangering other innocent lives! But that seems to be what you do best isn’t it? Endangering lives?” Ariella said, still holding Samael by Maggie’s hair, now delivering a stiff slap on Maggie’s left cheek.

“And that, was for calling my She-Legion friends whores!” Ariella barked, releasing Maggie’s hair.

Samael fell face-first to the ground, and Ariella flipped her on her back; pinning her to the ground with her right knee. Samael looked up at her, glassy-eyed.

“Your eyes are still open, you’re semi-conscious, so I know you can still hear me.  This glowing halo on my chest has hypnotic properties…look straight into the halo Maggie…” Ariella said.

Samael managed to send an impulse to Maggie’s right arm and hand, taking an aimless swing at Ariella’s face, which she blocked with ease.

“Look into the halo Maggie…I’m sorry I’ve hurt you, but Samael is dangerous. She causes pain, death, and grief around her.  You are better than this Maggie, Samael may repair your body and keep you young and healthy; but she is using you, turning you into a criminal, a drug lord, a murderer. You’re better than that Maggie…” Ariella said, in her best hypnotic drone.

“Don’t go under Maggie, don’t go under! Ignore her Maggie, we are stronger!  Ignore her!” Samael silently communicated as she lost control of her host to Ariella

“Look into the halo Maggie…you may have been a stripper with anger management issues, you may have worked for the Sisters of Sin in the past, but you were no murderer! Samael needs you, you don’t need her!  Look into the halo Maggie, time to put Samael to sleep, say it with me, Maggie, Time to sleep Dolly!” Ariella said, telepathically reading that Samael was losing control of Maggie’s brain.

“Shut up you bitch! Don’t call me Dolly! Maggie, tell her, tell her to shut up!” Samael desperately clamored in Maggie’s head.

“Time to sleep, Dolly!  Say it with me Maggie, time to sleep Dolly!  Time to sleep, Dolly!” Ariella repeated, in a low, hypnotic drone.

“T-time to sleep Dolly…” Maggie repeated, mimicking Ariella

“Time to sleep, Dolly!” Maggie and Ariella now said in unison.

“No! No! DOOOOON’T!” Samael protested, as Maggie fell into a deeper trance, and a vestigial safeguard code seemed to be resurfacing in Samael’s AI.

“Time to sleep, Dolly!” Maggie and Ariella repeated in unison.

“I am not Dolly!  I am not Dolly! I am…” Samael thought disjointedly, as the safeguards programmed by the Geek finally resurfaced and took hold, shutting Samael down.

“That glow in her eyes Angel…it’s gone!” Reverend Justice said, frowning behind his visor as he extended his right arm to help Ariella to her feet.

“Perhaps the Geek’s safeguards weren’t completely wiped after all. She’s going to be one confused girl when she comes to!” Ariella said, grabbing Reverend Justice’s arm and getting back to her feet.

Chapter 21 – After the Fighting

Ms. Americana, Sullivan, and Azure Angel joined them.

“I see you have things well in hand! Townshend, Flag Girl, Night Raven, and Lady Midnight are directing traffic with the EMT’s and a few of our DEA pals are going to come in to confiscate that cargo…holy shit, that’s quite the setup!  That synth-a-coke must have really brought in the dough!” Sullivan said, unable to repress an odd sense of awe.

“Indeed, but that party’s over now Quentin! How’s our girl Samael?” Ms. Americana asked.

“Angel kind of slapped her around a bit, but Sammie-girl will be fine.” Reverend Justice said, upper-lip curled into his Elvis smirk.

“After nearly killing Preacher and then insulting the She-Legion, I say she had it coming!” Azure Angel interjected, making Ariella, Ms. Americana, Sullivan and Reverend Justice chuckle.

“At the moment, she’s in a deep hypnotic trance only I can break. Based on the lack of external brain stimulation I’m sensing in Maggie’s mind, it would seem that Samael’s AI is currently inactive…can you sense anything Preacher?” Ariella said.

“No, nothing…perhaps the combined power surge Annie and Otto delivered earlier today damaged something?  Or perhaps Maggie’s humanity was too much for her to handle, making her AI overreach and fail?  Just a theory, I’m no specialist…” Reverend Justice said, with a shrug.

“Perhaps Otto and I can provide the missing information Reverend.” Annie interjected in their communicators.

“Indeed Annie, we’re all ears!” Reverend Justice said, bringing his communicator to his lips, smiling.

“The reason the massive EMP took a tad longer than necessary is that Annie and I were multitasking, compiling all of the data related to Samael.” Otto said.

“We also pulled all relevant data on the Geek from the She-Legion database, DCPD and FBI files, and analyzed the data remnants of Samael’s attempt to…violate my boyfriend.” Annie said.

Ariella, Ms. Americana, Sullivan, Azure Angel and Reverend Justice looked at each other, repressing an urge to giggle.

“Sorting through the data, we located a corrupt file. Said corrupt file turned out to be the Geek’s safeguard to turn Samael off should she go out of control.  We rewrote it, and added multiple subroutines to make sure she cannot be revived.” Otto said.

“We then tracked down the IP address Samael used in her attempt to violate Otto and used it to hack into her system. Her need for human sensualism and emotionalism allowed us undetected access.” Annie said.

“So when Ms. Ariella used the verbal command Time to sleep, Dolly, the rewritten safeguard was engaged.” Otto concluded.

“Otto, Annie, I am sure we all agree, this was a wonderful job as usual!” Ariella said in her communicator, smiling from ear to ear.

“I agree with sister Ariella, the two of you were instrumental in solving this case!” Ms. Americana said in her own communicator, also smiling.

“We are humbled, Angel Ariella and Ms. Americana.” Annie and Otto replied in unison.

“Wonderful work indeed, but just in case...” Sullivan said, pulling his cell phone from his jacket pocket.

“Yo Jimenez, Sully here, are you still on the graveyard shift?  Yeah, I feel you man, any vacancies left in the Special Ops’ high-security asylum for the criminally insane? That’s great news pal, our newest tenant is in a catatonic state, but seeing that she’s one of the Geek’s experiments gone awry, I don’t think Goldengate Correctional will do in her case!” Sullivan said.

“Wonderful idea Quentin!” Ms. Americana said, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Feeling drained, Reverend Justice sat down on a bale of hay. Ariella comically sat on his lap and kissed his cheek, sensing his fatigue and returning tension headache.

“Are you guys okay?” Azure Angel asked, taking a few steps towards Ariella and Reverend Justice with a concerned look on her face.

Ariella graced her with a sad smile, and hugged Reverend Justice tightly.

“Az sweetie, considering that Preacher was in a coma in the wee hours of the morning and that I wasn’t even sure if he’d pull through; I’m better than okay!” Ariella said, now smiling warmly at their friends.

“And me, well…the tension headache’s back, in fact, it feels like someone detonated a blasting cap in my skull and that my hat’s the only thing keeping my head together! There's Excedrin and a sugar-free Monster energy drink in my near future…” Reverend Justice said, hugging Ariella back with a tired smile on his face.

“Ah man…and here I was hoping we could massage Joey some more!” Azure Angel thought, feeling a bit disappointed.

“We might just take you up on that!” Ariella replied telepathically, picking up Azure Angel’s thought, making her blush.

“Sheila, what the hell? You walked out on me when Ronnie Eden slipped me the tongue, but you keep pushing me towards Az, what gives?” Reverend Justice telepathically said, hoping Azure Angel wouldn’t pick up on it.

“This is different baby-doll, the Eden’s were trying to divide us, but Yumi…I’ve grown very fond of her and so have you, don’t deny it. And it’s hard not to sense the affection she feels towards us.  Remember how I told you I might need some convincing to try a threesome? Well, I wouldn’t need much convincing to try one with her.” Ariella replied telepathically, now hugging him a bit tighter, pressing her ample bosom against his chest.

“Yeah, I feel it too…there’s something about her, a certain magnetism…this intangible something that just draws us to her…something hard to resist.” Reverend Justice telepathically replied.

Ms. Americana snapped them out of their telepathic conversation.

“How about we all regroup at your place, change back into our civilian gear and then have some dinner? You treated us for lunch so dinner’s on me!” Ms. Americana said, smiling warmly.

“Sounds wonderful Sister Americana, I could certainly eat!” Ariella replied aloud, returning her friend’s smile.

“Me too, food might help my headache…okay then, how about we get outta here, join our friends, and regroup at our place!” Reverend Justice said aloud, smiling at his friends. 

“Lead the way mon frère!” Sullivan said, extending his hands to help Ariella and Reverend Justice back to their feet.

Later that day, Holly Towers Penthouse suite Pool terrace, under a starry, moonlit sky

“Thanks again for the catering Brenda, that’s quite the spread!” Sheila said, giving Brenda a friendly hug.

“Don’t mention it Sheila! Like I said, you guys treated us for lunch, so dinner’s on me! You and I have gone from being business partners to close friends, and from being close friends to sisters.  Seeing that I was adopted and an only child it fills a certain void in my life…” Brenda said, her voice trailing off.

Sheila smiled and kissed her on both cheeks.

“I too was an only child, but from divorced parents and no siblings, so yeah, it feels good to have a sister! I guess we were fortunate enough to find ourselves loving men, as well as finding each other…and an extended family with the She-Legion, wouldn’t you agree?” Sheila said, as they walked towards the caterer’s table, arms slung around each other’s waist.

“Very fortunate indeed Sis, very fortunate indeed!” Brenda said, smiling, casting a loving glance towards Quentin, who was deep in discussion with Joey and Chris as they munched on seafood tacos.

“So how’s the headache Joey? You looked pale as a ghost when you changed into your civilian clothes!” Chris asked, catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye of Dana and Lydia taking a dip in the pool in their underwear.

“Like Sheila and I were telling Yumi earlier, tension headaches come with the telepathic territory Chris. Agreed, Sheila’s mental discipline is far more advanced than mine, thus her headaches aren’t as frequent…but to answer your question, better.  Two Excedrin, a caffeinated energy drink and food…just what the doctor ordered!” Joey said, smiling as he saw Sheila and Brenda walking by, arms slung around each other’s waist.

“My oh my, quite the sight isn’t it?” Quentin said nodding his head in their direction.

“Quentin old buddy, you have a gift for understatement!” Joey said, feeling his pulse race as he watched them helping themselves to food.

Yumi and Angela sat in lounge chairs, munching vegetarian sushi rolls, Cesar sitting on Yumi’s lap while Cleopatra sat next to Angela’s chair, surveying the action on the outdoor terrace.

“You’re being awfully quiet girl, what’s worrying that pretty little head of yours?” Angela asked.

“Well…after getting my heart broken by detective Pearce, I thought I’d put romantic relationships on the shelf until further notice…” Yumi said, putting her empty plate on the small table next to her lounge chair.

Cesar rolled on his back, signaling that he allowed Yumi to give him a tummy rub. Snickering, Yumi obliged, Cesar purring loudly.

“I hear you…other than a few girl-girl romps with Hexanna, I haven’t satisfied my male cravings in far too long…not that I’m complaining but…well aren’t you the sweet kitty!” Angela said, smiling as Cleopatra had decided to hop onto her lap, demanding attention.

Angela chuckled quietly, scratching Cleopatra’s chin.

“Well…I’ve noticed Sully checking you out, especially when you were bending down to help him carry Samael’s victims…I think you had a few nipple slips Angie, and he noticed!” Yumi said in a low voice, her pretty mouth curled up in a mischievous smirk.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice…and I know Brenda has this ‘it’s okay as long as I’m involved’ rule with Sully…but I’d really hate to sound like I’m begging for sex.” Angela said, now scratching Cleopatra’s back, feeling an odd sense of calm from her purring.

“Well, you’re a gorgeous, athletic, seriously sexy young lady!  Brenda’s bi like you and me.  Ask her! The worst she could do is say no!” Yumi said, as Cesar hopped off her lap.

Cleopatra followed him back indoors, cooing at him.

“I guess they’re going inside for their own food!  Yeah, you do make a point.  I’ve also noticed how you’ve been eyeing Joey and Sheila…since they’re telepaths they must know how you feel.” Angela said, reaching for Yumi’s hand.

“They know…and they’ve made it clear they’re very fond of me too.  Problem one: Sheila isn’t Brenda, and I’m not so sure she has the same views about sharing her man. Problem two: I may be bi, but I don’t think she is.  Problem three: my Aphrodite pheromones may be influencing the way they feel about me.  I genuinely like them, Angela, I don’t want to manipulate them into loving me back.” Yumi said, pensively.

She turned her head towards the swimming pool, Dana and Lydia’s laughter getting her attention. It would seem that swimming in their underwear had not been such a great idea, as Lydia’s panties kept sliding off her buttocks in the water, and she kept having to pull them back up.

“You have a kind heart girl. Lydia, Dana and Chris are an exception to what the common mortal considers morally acceptable, ditto with Sully’s cousin Mike…the ménage à trois is taboo to this day; frowned upon by so-called moralists. But if there is true love and no one gets hurt, where’s the harm?  Talk to them, make it clear that the pheromones give you an unfair advantage and see what they say. You might be surprised!” Angela said, giving Yumi’s hand a friendly squeeze, smiling warmly at her.

Yumi sighed and nodded. Except for a few exceptions, the life of a crime-fighter was a lonely one, and if there was a chance, albeit a slim one to a romantic relationship, even for a short period of time…

“Angie’s right, I need to talk to them, Aphrodite pheromones be damned!” Yumi thought, smiling at Angela.

They got up from their lounge chairs, bringing their empty plates and utensils to the dirty dishes bin. Laughing loudly, Dana and Lydia got out of the pool from the shallow end’s steps, holding up their panties with both hands to make sure they wouldn’t slide off their bottoms.

“Oh my God that was awesome! Sheila, Joey, thank you so much for letting us take a dip in our undies!” Lydia said, smiling from ear to ear.

Chuckling, Chris walked towards them, towels in hand.

“Thanks babe!” Dana said with a seductive wink, grabbing one of the towels.

“Hey no sweat girls, Sheila and I often skinny dip, so swimming in your underwear is no big deal!” Joey said, Elvis grin on full display, winking at them.

“Hey, TMI you bad boy!” Sheila said, telepathically.

“Yeah, I’m a bad boy, what’s my punishment?” Joey replied telepathically.

“Hm…how about I let Yumi decide?” Sheila said, grinning as she brought a fajita to her lips.

“HEY!” Joey replied telepathically, nearly blurting it out loud, feeling an awkward mixture of nervousness and arousal.

Brenda cast Sheila a curious frown as she snickered quietly, taking a bite of fajita. They noticed Angela and Yumi approaching them. Still standing near the swimming pool with Joey, as Chris rubbed the shivering Dana and Lydia’s backs, Quentin sighed.

“What’s up bro?” Joey asked.

“When Brenda privately chit-chats with other She-Legionnaires, it usually means I’ll get a double dose of pussy…agreed I don’t mind it, but I did pass out from exhaustion once!” Quentin said, feeling nervous.

Joey looked at him gape-mouthed, realizing he wasn’t kidding.

“Holy shit, you stud!” Joey said, impressed.

Quentin shrugged and chuckled.

“Townshend’s been in a ménage à trois with Dana and Lydia for a while now, so I guess he’s a bigger stud than I am! I get the occasional threesome and once a foursome…that’s the time I passed out from exhaustion! Those damned Aphrodite pheromones are hard to resist!” Quentin said, smiling sheepishly.

Joey looked at Chris, Dana and Lydia as they hugged to warm up; and then at Sheila, Brenda, Angela and Yumi as they were having their pow-wow near the Caterer’s table. He inhaled deeply and swallowed nervously turning back to Quentin.

“Uuuhhh…what are…Aphrodite pheromones?” Joey asked, feeling his heart beating faster.

Quentin sighed.

“Pheromones emitted by the descendants of the Olympian named Aphrodite…which the majority of the She-Legionnaires are. It acts like an irresistible lust potion.” Quentin said, in a low voice.

“Sheila and I have sensed feelings of genuine affection coming from Yumi, and I don’t mind saying we feel the same towards her…could the pheromones be influencing those feelings?” Joey asked.

Quentin smiled sympathetically, shaking his head no.

“To put it bluntly, the pheromones will make you horny and wanting more; hell, they’ll send your balls into overdrive…but it won’t make you mistake feelings of love, affection and caring with lust and physical attraction. Especially since you sensed those feelings before having any sexual contact with her. Those feelings are genuine”. Quentin said.

“Quentin old pal…if I’m about to join the FFM club and this isn’t just Sheila playing tricks to make me out-of-my-mind horny… which I am right now, I just hope I don’t pass out from exhaustion!” Joey said, his Elvis grin back on his lips.

Quentin chuckled again, clapping Joey on the shoulder as they cast an admiring glance towards Brenda, Sheila, Angela and Yumi.

Chapter 22 – Triple threesome

Part 1, Sheila, Joey and Yumi

A few hours after dinner, Sheila, Joey and Yumi reconvened in the master’s bedroom.

“Thank you for being upfront with us Yumi. Telling us that your Aphrodite pheromones give you an unfair advantage took courage, and your honesty makes us like you even more!” Sheila said, as they huddled in front of the bed.

“I genuinely like you both, a lot…not telling you would have been wrong. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.” Yumi said, eyes closed.

“And we genuinely like you a lot too. According to Quentin, your pheromones may influence feelings of desire and lust, but they won’t make us confuse desire and lust with love, affection and caring. Besides, we’re telepaths, we sense affection from you, not deception.” Joey said, smiling warmly at her.

Eyes still closed, Yumi inhaled deeply and nodded, with a happy smile on her face. They broke their group hug as Sheila took over.

"Okay then lover, clothes off, let's take care of that headache of yours!" Sheila said, grinning, sliding out of her jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers.

Yumi excitedly followed suit, while Joey drew in a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

"Well, technically, I already got rid of my headache..." Joey mumbled, his eyes admiring Sheila's and Yumi's shapely, attractive bodies.

"Joey lover-boy, your tension headaches have a bad habit of re-occurring! Let's get comfy, shall we? Yumi, help him out of his shirt? I'll handle his pants!" Sheila said, with a mischievous smirk.

"Gladly!" Yumi said, giggling like a Schoolgirl.

They stripped Joey naked and pushed him onto the bed. He sat up, giggling.

"Now Yumi, massage his traps, I'll massage his lower body!" Sheila said, crouching in front of the bed.

"Roger that!" Yumi said, excited, biting her lower lip as she climbed in bed and knelt behind Joey.

Smiling sheepishly, Joey closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations. Yumi was massaging his trapezius with a firm but gentle grip, her breath sending goosebumps down his spine; while Sheila’s warm smooth right hand caressed his shaft. 

“Hm…it didn’t take much for little big boy to wake up!  This is the kind of massage I had in mind…release some pain-relieving endorphins in your bloodstream!” Sheila said, slowly and sensually jerking him off.

“I don’t know about endorphins, but I can sure feel the adrenaline levels creeping up!” Joey said, leaning backward to feel Yumi’s fleshy breasts at the back of his head and on the nape of his neck, and wrapping his right leg around Sheila’s back; pulling her in closer.

“Okay…this is my first ever threesome…I want you both at the same time! I’m not sure what my next move should be…” Joey said, excited but flustered.

“Same for me…what do you recommend Yumi?” Sheila said.

“Well…I’d love to see Joey’s cock go in and out of you, how about you do it doggy style and I’ll assist?” Yumi offered.

“Works for me!” Sheila said, a bit relieved that she’d get the first crack at Joey’s cock.

Smiling, she assumed position on her hands and knees, while Joey knelt behind her.  Yumi knelt next to Joey and firmly grabbed his shaft; bobbing her head up and down its head a few times making him gasp, surprised.

“That’s assisting?” Joey asked, flabbergasted.

“Of course!  Making your big cock nice and slippery for Sheila’s hot pussy!” Yumi said, now kneeling near Sheila’s bottom, to get a good close-up look.

“And getting a taste of Joey’s cock!  How do you like it?” Sheila asked, grinning.

“I love it, he’s all male and tasty!” Yumi said, licking her lips as Joey gently grabbed Sheila’s waist, and slid his cock in her tight, moist core.

“Thanks…I think?  Oh baby your pussy feels so good…” Joey mumbled, watching his shaft disappear into Sheila’s copper pussy.

“Unnnh…your cock feels so good too! And your breathing down there enhances the pleasure Yumi, don’t stop!” Sheila said, in a breathy voice.

Joey began pumping into her faster and harder, the Aphrodite pheromones secreted by Yumi enhancing his sensations.

“That’s it Joey! Fuck her good!  I want you to make Sheila cum hard before you fuck me!” Yumi said in a soft, seductive voice, her eyes going from Joey's cock to Sheila’s shapely ass.

She grabbed Sheila’s muscular buttocks and spread them apart, allowing Joey to penetrate her a bit deeper.

“HUHH!” Sheila gasped, feeling the full length of Joey’s manhood within her moist core.

“Good?” Yumi asked, firmly kneading Sheila’s muscular copper rump.

“Yeah…the two of you don’t stop!” Sheila said, her voice a sexy whisper.

Yumi looked up at Joey again and winked at him, grinning mischievously.

“And what if I do this?” Yumi said, flicking her tongue on Sheila’s anus.

Driven wild by the sight, and Yumi’s Aphrodite pheromones, Joey grabbed onto Sheila’s waist hard, slamming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could.

“OOOOOHHH!” Sheila screamed, her voice taking an uncharacteristic high pitch; her hands clutching the bed’s comforter, overwhelmed as two consecutive orgasms washed over her.

“S-slow down, p-please…let me c-catch my breath!” Sheila said, gasping.

“Sure baby, are you okay?” Joey said, pulling out.

He bent down and kissed Sheila on each copper-buttock, and then pulled Yumi closer to kiss her on the lips.

“I’m better than okay lover-boy…if I didn’t know any better I’d say I had two simultaneous orgasms: the first one when Yumi licked my…bum, and the second immediately after when you started ramming into me like a wild man…those Aphrodite pheromones certainly enhance pleasure tenfold! Your turn now Yumi, I want to see you cum while I catch my breath!” Sheila said kneeling next to Joey.

“I have an idea, girls, help me stack those pillows?” Joey said, grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed.

They stacked the pillows in a row and looked at Joey.

“Okay, now Yumi, lie on your back on top of the pillows…I confess, I cheated a bit and read your mind to figure out what turns you on.” Joey said, smiling sheepishly, sitting on his heels.

Blushing a little but excited, Yumi lay on top of the pillows and comically put her feet on his shoulders.

“I see, and exactly what did you find out smart guy?” Yumi said, having a hunch of what he was about to do.

First, Joey teasingly rubbed the head of his cock on her clit, teasing penetration while he held her ankles and rubbed his face on her feet, feline-like. Yumi moaned, breathing faster.

“I found out that you have very sensual feet…you enjoy your heels kissed…” Joey said, kissing each heel, still teasing her pussy, only penetrating her with the head of his penis, making her moan louder and breathe harder.

“Ohh Joey you tease, keep it up! It’s making me horny again!” Sheila said, with a wicked grin, sliding her right hand between her copper thighs and teasing her clit.

“Yess…yess…more Joey, please…” Yumi pleaded, with a trembling voice.

“You enjoy your arches licked…” Joey said, licking the arches of both her feet, penetrating her a bit deeper and faster.

“Deeper, please…fuck me deeper!” Yumi begged, breathing hard.

“Patience!  But most of all, you enjoy having your toes licked and sucked!” Joey said, slowly pushing his cock all the way into her pussy as he flicked his tongue on her left foot’s toes, repeating the process on her right foot.

He then took the big toes from both feet in his mouth, sucking them as he rocked his hips progressively faster, with a full penetration.

“Oh my God Joey, too intense!” Yumi yelped, as Joey fucked her faster while sucking her toes.

“Take your medicine young lady! Keep going Joey, make her cum like you made me cum!” Sheila said, smiling, egging him on as she masturbated faster.

 “Oh, we’ll make you cum again before the sun comes up angel-babe!” Joey said, feeling Yumi’s pussy tighten around his cock as she neared orgasm.

Gasping, Yumi looked at Sheila.

“Sheila…I want to make you cum too…I want you to cum with me! Can I eat Sheila’s pussy Joey, can I?” Yumi begged.

“If she’s comfortable with it, go for it!” Joey said, smiling, glad he hadn’t blown his load yet.

“Well, I may not be bi, but I am curious, and I certainly am horny…I’m in!” Sheila said, excitedly.

“Sit on my face Sheila, Joey made you cum, he’s gonna make me cum, so I want to repay the favor!” Yumi said, glad that Sheila was willing to try.

Sheila knelt above Yumi’s head, with her back turned to Joey, making sure that Yumi’s mouth was just under her pussy. Yumi began flicking her tongue on Sheila’s wet labia and clit, making her moan appreciatively.  Joey let go of Yumi’s feet as Sheila leaned back towards him. He leaned forward, until her shoulders touched his chest.

“Hmmm nice!   Squeeze my tits Joey, massage them good, and keep fucking Yumi!  I want us all to cum together!” Sheila said, in a husky voice, Yumi’s tongue sending waves of near-electrical pleasure through her body.

“Uh huh!” Yumi moaned in agreement, lapping up Sheila’s love juice.

Joey’s strong hands reached around her, firmly grabbing onto her fleshy copper mounds, and flicked his tongue on her left earlobe, covering her skin with goosebumps.

“Oh yeah… oh yeah, don’t stop! Both of you don’t stop, I’m s-so c-close!” Sheila said, breathing fast as Yumi’s tongue and Joey’s hands and tongue were pushing her closer to orgasm number three.

“Me too, Joey’s cock feels so good!” Yumi said, interrupting and resuming her pussy licking; sliding her right hand towards her clit, rubbing it to push her orgasm over the edge.

As if on cue, Sheila and Yumi let out a high-pitched “HUUUUUUUHHH!” as they both reached orgasm.

Sheila moved off Yumi, grabbed Joey around the neck and kissed him passionately. Yumi sat up, catching her breath, and Joey and Sheila took turns kissing her.

“That was amazing! Thank you both for agreeing to this!” Yumi said, smiling warmly at them.

“You don’t think we’re done do you? We came, but Joey didn’t! Your orgasm delaying techniques have really improved!” Sheila said, giving Joey a hug.

“Let’s say I had great motivation! Two hot angels in the same bed!  But hey, if you’re too tired Yumi…” Joey said, Elvis grin in full display.

“Are you kidding?  Keep it coming!” Yumi said, with a smug smile.

"Alright then, your turn to get your pussy eaten Yumi! I have a feeling Joey would love to taste your pussy!" Sheila said, with a mischievous smirk.

"Delicious, would I ever!  If you feel up to it, you ride my cock angel-babe, and Yumi, you sit on my face!" Joey said, glad he hadn't blown his load yet.

"Well I know he's an amazing kisser, and he has an amazing cock; I'd love to feel his tongue all over my pussy!" Yumi said, still trembling from her recent orgasm.

“Actually, you two 69 for a bit, I already came three times, Yumi just came once…I can vouch that Joey has a wicked tongue, makes my clit and labia pulse!  I’m sure he can make you cum a few times before I ride him!” Sheila said, smiling, sitting near them.

“Sweet, I’m looking forward to trying it!  I’ll go easy on your cock Joey, so you’re still hard for Sheila!” Yumi said, as she lay on top of him.

“Do it normally Yumi, if it’s too intense I’ll ask you to slow down!” Joey said, inhaling Yumi’s sweet pussy scent.

“Deal!  Let’s do this!” Yumi said, opening her mouth exaggeratingly wide, tongue sticking out to make Sheila giggle, and then slowly engulfing his cock.

“Oooh good…” Joey grunted, kissing Yumi’s clit, labia and anus taking Yumi by surprise.

“GASP! Quick study huh?” Yumi said, and then taking his member back into her wet, warm mouth.

“Well, I saw how Sheila reacted when you did this…”Joey said, now flicking his tongue on her anus.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” Yumi groaned, now jerking Joey off.

“Don’t stop blowing him you bad girl!” Sheila said, teasingly.

Yumi snickered.

“I will…Joey, finger my ass and pussy while you lick my clit? Just the fingertips is fine!” Yumi said, now bobbing her head up and down on his shaft.

Joey sucked his left hand’s index and middle fingers, hoping that the saliva would be enough lubricant.  Gently, he inserted the tip of his middle finger in her ass, and the tip of his index in her vulva; and began flicking his tongue on her clit.

“Unnnh…Unnnh…UNNNH! JOEY I’M CUMMIIIING!” Yumi shouted, once again jerking him off as orgasm number two overwhelmed her.

She collapsed limply on top of Joey, who gently pulled his fingers out and caressed her back in a soothing gesture, breathing on her pussy as she caught her breath. 

“So gentle…so sweet!  Sheila, you’re so lucky!” Yumi said.

“Indeed I am… can you sit up?  Do you need a break?” Sheila asked, helping Yumi back into sitting position.

“No sweetie I’m fine…I think I have another orgasm or two left in me; you?” Yumi asked, grinning, giving Joey’s cock a playful squeeze.

“I’m pretty sure I can manage! How about you Joey, getting close to cumming?” Sheila asked, teasingly tickling his balls.

“Only one way to find out! And for the record, I’m one lucky bastard to have Sheila in my life…and right now, it’s fair to say we’re very lucky to have you in our lives Yumi; wouldn’t you agree Sheila?” Joey said, teasingly kissing Yumi’s labia in response to her cock squeeze, making her gasp again.

“Agreed wholeheartedly…I’m not sure where we go from here…but I’m sure glad this is happening!” Sheila said, planting a kiss on Yumi’s lips, as she lowered herself onto Joey’s shaft with a pleasured moan.

“Live for the now…I don’t want to lose either one of them, but appreciate every second of this threesome…” Yumi thought, not caring whether or not Sheila and Joey could hear her thought.

Sheila began rolling her hips and bouncing up and down on Joey’s cock, while Yumi rocked her pelvis back and forth, guiding his tongue where she wanted him to lick, keeping her balance with her right hand on Joey’s muscular chest. Joey began licking Yumi feverishly, tasting her juices, going from her vulva to her clit, then circling her labia, teasing her anus and back.

“Uhnnhh! Uuuuuuuh! Uuuhhh! Joeyyy, that tongue! That talented tooongue!” Yumi moaned loudly, as he tentatively darted his tongue in and out of her pussy.

Still licking, he squeezed her shapely buttocks hard and thrust his pelvis upward; meeting Sheila’s downward motion halfway, reaping a litany of pleasured moans of her own.

“Yeah! Yeah! YEAH! Fuck me Joey! FUCK ME JOEY! FUCK ME!” Sheila shouted nearing orgasm number four.

Yumi reached for Sheila’s breasts and began fondling them, triggering Sheila’s fourth orgasm, as she herself neared orgasm number three.

“Oh my GOD, I came AGAIN! Oh you wanna play that game you dirty girl?  Do you?  See how you like it!” Sheila said, panting but playing along, now fondling Yumi’s ample bosom.

“Oh…OOOHH! Shei-la…Jo-ey-I’m-so-close…” Yumi blurted out, panting.

“You like that dirty girl? Joey and me making you cum soon?” Sheila said, riding orgasm number four like a powerful wave, and feeling a fifth one brewing within her very core.

“Yes-I-DO! S-suck m-my c-cuh-clit Joey, p-puh-please! B-bite m-my n-n-nipples Sh-Sheila! I-I-I’m s-so c-close! P-P GASP!” Yumi said, taken by surprise as Joey had already started to suck her clit, flicking his tongue on it for extra sensation.

“He’s a good lover isn’t he?” Sheila said, leaning forward with a grin, and flicking her tongue on Yumi’s nipples, from left to right; trying to delay orgasm number five.

“Oh he IS! So are YOU! G-g-getting number THREEEEEEE!” Yumi shrieked, in prey of her third orgasm as Sheila gently bit her nipples, from right to left.

Joey began pumping at double speed, edging towards an orgasm of his own but somewhat falling short again.

“Oh yeah Joey…OH YEAH JOEY!  C-C-CUMMING AGAAAAIIIIIIN!” Sheila shouted, orgasm number five making her light-headed.

Spent, Sheila lay down to Joey’s right, and Yumi to his left.  They snuggled.

“That was amazing…I’ve never cum so many times, you guys are the best!” Yumi said, smiling blissfully.

“I can honestly say you brought out the best in us…your Aphrodite pheromones must have boosted my endurance: two drop dead gorgeous women in bed with me, and I was able to last this long, are you kidding me? And, I gave you both multiple orgasms…I won’t question it, I’m just pleased I could satisfy you both!” Joey said, closing his eyes.

Sheila and Yumi kissed him on the cheeks.

“Well I’m satisfied, you?” Sheila said, smiling, looking at Yumi.

“Oh, definitely!” Yumi said, returning Sheila’s smile.

“We’re not done yet, Joey still didn’t cum!” Sheila said, grinning.

“True that!  Say, here’s something Jungle Babe mentioned to me…well, I’m thinking of a modified version of what she said…are you okay with…being ejaculated on?” Yumi said, blushing.

“I actually kinda like it, it’s a turn-on!  It makes me feel how much I’ve pleasured him!  Then we clean each other off in the shower!” Sheila said, smiling excitedly.

“That’s great! How about we kneel side by side near the edge of the bed, uh…Joey, you stand in front of us…” Yumi said.

“Oh, and Sheila, you could resume your hand job and I can cum on both your gorgeous boobs?” Joey said, sitting up.

“Yeah, that’d work!” Yumi said, giggling.

“I like it! You could…tickle his balls or lick the head of his penis for extra sensation?” Sheila asked, getting to her knees.

“Or both! Sounds hot!” Yumi said, also getting to her knees, as Joey got out of bed and in front of them.

He observed in awe, as Sheila began stroking his manhood with a smooth but strong grip, while Yumi leaned forward, gently cradling his balls in her right hand and flicking her tongue on his glans.  Joey arched his back, letting out an appreciative groan.

“Oooh yeah babies…that’s the ticket…so good!” Joey moaned, once again edging towards orgasm.

“Yeah, your turn now baby, shoot your load on us!" Sheila said, pushing her breasts up with her free arm and sticking out her tongue.

"Yeah Joey, you made Sheila and me cum so many times already, cover us Joey, let us feel your hot sticky cum!" Yumi added, tickling Joey’s scrotum and also pushing her tits up with her free arm.

"Oh my GOD, you girls are TOO MUCH!  I'm gonna CUM!" Joey grunted loudly.

“Yeah baby!” Sheila said in a smoldering, husky voice.

Both she and Yumi straightened up, pushing their breasts up with both hands, suggestively sticking out their tongues, goading Joey’s orgasm. Joey arched his back, as his orgasm exploded on his two lovers. The first salvo shot clean between them, landing on the comforter. Joey grabbed his shaft to readjust the trajectory of salvo number two and three, to hit Sheila and Yumi’s fleshy breasts. Giggling nervously, Sheila and Yumi rubbed their massive bosoms together, smearing Joey’s cum all over them, tongue-kissing.

“Wow…intense orgasm! You two are so drop-dead sexy…” Joey said, panting feeling a bit left out as he watched them kissing, but happy nonetheless.

“You’re no slouch yourself lover-boy, come here!” Sheila said, inviting him to join in the hug.

“Hmm…I wish today would never end…” Yumi whispered with a cherubic smile on her lips, eyes closed as they hugged.

Sheila and Joey exchanged a telepathic glimpse; more of a shared emotion as opposed to a concrete thought. They looked into each other’s eyes and nodded.

“Joey and I agree, now that we’ve opened that genie’s bottle, there’s no turning back. We both like you, a lot. And you took our sex life to the next level.” Sheila said, giving Yumi’s lips a gentle kiss.

“Your role in the She-Legion is too important for you to give up. Delta City is across the bay…but if you ever need us, our door is always open. The only third party allowed in this relationship is you.” Joey said, taking his turn kissing Yumi on the lips, Sheila nodding her approval.

“Oh, I love you both so much!” Yumi said, hugging them tighter.

“Sheila told me that her threesomes with Quentin usually end up with a group shower and sleeping in until noon the following day…I’m all for it; let’s shower! And as you can see Yumi, it’s a big bed!” Sheila said, winking.

Part 2 Dana, Lydia and Chris

Dana entered the Luxury Hotel Suite first and leaped into bed backward, landing on her back arms outstretched, giggling like a Schoolgirl.  Lydia and Chris followed her in, chuckling.

“So generous of Sheila to offer us this suite for the night!”  Dana said, closing her eyes, smiling.

“Certainly appreciated! Hard to believe Joey was barely clinging to life earlier today…and now, if I read my Aphrodite descendants right, he’s gone from near death to heaven; with a pair of angels named Sheila and Yumi!” Chris said pensively, as he closed the door behind them.

“Kind of unreal isn’t it? Miss Réjeanne and Hexanna are so powerful it can be frightening at times! By the way Christopher, we’re about to experience our own piece of Heaven!  Sweet, a big screen TV with satellite…let me find a music station, to set the mood!” Lydia said, picking up the remote control from the small desk and switching the TV on.

Chris sat in bed near Dana who sat up and scooted between his legs, leaning backward until her back touched his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his left hand nonchalantly resting on her left breast.

“Naughty, naughty Special Agent Townshend!” Dana mumbled, smirking.

“And you wouldn’t want me any other way!” Chris replied, smiling.

Giggling charmingly, she reached for his left hand, making it squeeze her left breast.

“Behave you too!” Lydia said with a wink, as she finally found a station she liked and began dancing.

Sensually, she pulled off her tank top and tossed it in Chris’ face, revealing a sexy black and purple push-up bra.

“Look at who’s telling us to behave!” Chris said, tongue in cheek, fully appreciating Lydia’s sensual moves, still caressing Dana’s left breast through her top and bra, and dropped Lydia’s top to the side of the bed with his free hand.

“Woo-hoo! Take it off girl! Take it all off!” Dana comically howled, clapping her hands.

“Trust our Lydia to wear sexy undies underneath shorts and a tank top!” Chris said, smiling, enjoying the show.

“Don’t you like it, Christopher? Don’t you like watching me shake my titties in this bra?” Lydia said in a sensual voice, shimmying to illustrate her point; her hands moving down to her belt.

“Based on the bulge I’m feeling against my ass, I’d say he likes it, a lot! Keep it up girl, I like what I’m seeing too!” Dana said, growing increasingly wet as Lydia’s Aphrodite pheromones filled the room.

Smiling, Lydia unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her zipper down. She shook her hips, letting her shorts slide down to her ankles. Dana applauded and Chris whistled his approval.  Lydia bowed, exposing dangling cleavage as she untangled her shorts from her sandals and then straightened back up, laughing, holding her shorts in her right hand. 

“Over here!  Me! Me!” Dana said, arms outstretched, as Lydia swung her shorts above her head.

Laughing, Lydia tossed her shorts to Dana, who comically kissed them, and then tossed them to the side of the bed, joining Lydia’s tank top.

“Yeah…pants feeling mighty tight about now!” Chris said, pulse accelerating.

“Hmm, I can tell!” Dana said, slowly and teasingly twerking against his crotch.

Gyrating her hips, Lydia lowered her bra straps and bent forward, flashing her nipples, getting more applause from her fellow ménage à trois members.  She turned her back to them and reached behind her, unhooking her bra. She turned around, breasts jiggling merrily as she swung her bra above her head like a lasso as she had done with her shorts, and released it in mid-air, letting it fly across the Hotel room and land on the couch near the bed. 

She swung her right leg up, landing her foot on the bed near Chris and Dana.

“Sandal please!” she said, smirking.

Giggling, Dana slid the sandal strap over Lydia’s heel and removed the sandal, tossing it aside.  Lydia wiggled her toes, put her right foot down, and swung her left leg up, now landing her left foot on the bed.

“Christopher if you please?” Lydia said, her voice sounding unusually breathy, sending a shiver down Chris’ spine.

“Right away our Lydia…” Chris said, using his father’s Liverpool accent.

He momentarily broke his hug with Dana and lay sideways to reach Lydia’s left foot. As he slid the sandal strap over her heel and removed the sandal from her foot, Lydia noticed beads of sweat on his forehead.

“Getting hot under the collar Mr. FBI man?” Lydia said, now both feet on the floor, shimmying again.

“When do the two of you not make me feel hot under the collar?” Chris said, sitting back up and once more wrapping his arms around Dana.

“Panties now baby! Panties!” Dana cheered, Chris joining in a “Pan-ties! Pan-ties! Pan-ties!” chant.

With a mischievous grin, Lydia turned around and pulled her panties down as she bent over, mooning Dana and Chris who cheered her on. She pulled them off and straightened up, turned around, and slingshot her panties towards the couch near the bed.

“Woo-hoo! Bravo!  Keep dancing baby!” Dana cheered as Chris chuckled.

Smiling, Lydia winked at them as the song changed. She swayed, following the new beat, her firm breasts jiggling and bouncing. At the bridge, she gradually bent forward and once more shimmied, enjoying the sensation of her breasts shaking left and right, Aphrodite pheromones rendering her increasingly adventurous.

“Oh baby, keep it up, Lydia!” Chris shouted, kneading Dana’s breasts through her top and bra; both intoxicated by Lydia’s pheromones.

“Gladly!” Lydia said, breathless.

She raised her arms above her head and arched her back, sensually pushing out her chest and thrusting her hips back and forth.

“That’s it, girl! Let your backbone slip!” Dana said, interrupting her twerk and reaching behind with her right hand to rub Chris’ hard-on through the crotch of his pants.

“Take our clothes off now?” Dana asked, as Lydia pulled an athletic jump and twist, turning her back to them and gracing them with a smoldering twerk of her own.

“Not yet love…let’s wait until this song’s over, she’s hypnotic isn’t she? And since you started the Aphrodite Hormonal Booster Therapy, you’re also emanating Aphrodite pheromones all your own…by the time this song is over I’ll be your sex toy…your mindless love slave…” Chris said, his voice taking a deep quality that sent shivers down her spine.

“Hypnotic is the word…thank you for keeping an open mind and allowing her into our lives Chris…I love you so much!” Dana whispered, eyes glued to Lydia’s shapely ass, still rubbing his crotch.

“I love you too baby…and her!” Chris whispered back.

Chris moved his hands from her breasts to her upper abdomen, hugging her tighter. She moved her hand from his crotch and resumed her slow twerk, dry-humping him. The song ended and the channel paused for a commercial break. Smirking, Lydia bowed and Dana and Chris applauded.

“Well then? Are you going to sit there all night or are you going to join in the fun?  Clothes off already!” Lydia said, catching her breath.

Smiling, Chris grabbed the bottom part of Dana’s top. With a nod, Dana raised her arms above her head, allowing Chris to pull her top off. He tossed her top to the side of the bed, joining Lydia’s clothes. Chris unclasped her bra, and Dana sensually pulled it off, tossing it overhead. Chris firmly grabbed her naked breasts, feeling her warm, smooth skin and hard nipples, making her moan her approval.

Grinning, Lydia climbed in bed, removed Dana’s sandals, and dropped them to the other side of the bed.  She then crawled closer, unbuttoned Dana’s shorts, and pulled the zipper down. Dana raised her pelvis to allow Lydia to pull her shorts and panties off. Shorts and panties soon reached the pile of clothes on the floor.

“Keep massaging her tits Christopher, I have a craving for cream pie!” Lydia said, licking her lips as she lay down on her stomach between Dana’s legs, wrapping her arms around her hips.

“Gladly!” Chris said, fondling Dana’s breasts a bit harder and breathing in her ear as Lydia began furiously licking her pussy.

“Uuuhhh DAMN, that’s so fucking hot!” Dana moaned loudly, covered in goosebumps, sensations overtaking her; from her breasts, clit, and labia, breathing hard.

Lydia inserted a probing index finger into Dana’s pussy, still licking her clit, obtaining a groan of approval. In response, Dana rubbed Lydia’s back with her smooth feet.

“Yeah…yeah…YEAH…you-guys-are-ma-king-me-CUUUUUUUUUM!” Dana shrieked, the double team of Lydia and Chris achieving its goal.

Dana’s body went limp, resting her upper body against Chris and her legs on Lydia’s back, panting. Chris now gently caressed her breasts while Lydia punctuated her lip service with a kiss on the labia, and then on the clit. Smiling blissfully, Dana opened her eyes.

“You guys are too much!” She said, in a pleasured moan.

“How was the cream pie, Lydia?” Chris asked, grinning.

“Delicious, as usual!” Lydia said, winking as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

A knock at the door got their attention.  Lydia and Dana scampered under the covers.

“Christopher, could you get this?  Probably the item I ordered on my cell while we were in the car!” Lydia said, smiling sheepishly.

Chris cast her a curious frown, getting out of bed.

“Talk about rush delivery!” He said, walking to the door.

He opened the door, greeting a busboy.

“Package for Lydia Bordon!” he said.

“She’s in bed at the moment…may I?” Chris said, tipping the busboy a twenty-dollar bill.

“Thanks, sir!” the busboy said, tipping his hat and handing Chris the package.

As the busboy walked away, Chris hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door handle, and locked up.

“Cool Christopher, open it up!” Lydia said, excitedly.

He opened the package and looked up at Lydia and Dana, puzzled.

“A strapless strap-on and Astroglide?” Chris said.

“Uh-huh, I’ve been fantasizing about getting DP’d…you’re the only man allowed in this ménage à trois, and most strap-on’s only pleasure one girl, whereas the strapless ones pleasure both. While lubricating the dildo with our saliva may look sexy, Astroglide works better.” Lydia said, pulling the bed covers down.

“Er…if I recall, the last time I penetrated your rectum wasn’t exactly pleasurable…” Chris said, bringing the package to the bed.

Lydia smiled warmly at him, took his face between her hands, and kissed him.

“You’re sweet! But that time, we were all being mind-controlled by Dragon Queen’s spores, unwilling participants with no lube…this time, I’m willing to do this, it’s my idea and we have plenty of lube!” Lydia said, kissing him again.

“Wicked, I’m game!  So…I guess the simplest way to do this is for me to lie on my back, you go on top and Chris doggies your ass?” Dana said, kneeling up and grabbing the bottle of Astroglide from the box.

“Sounds perfect!” Lydia said, taking the strapless strap-on from the package.

Smiling, Chris unzipped his jacket, letting it drop to the floor as he observed Dana and Lydia thoroughly lubricating each end of the strap-on.  He unbuckled his holster and tossed it on the couch by the side of the bed as Dana lay on her back. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, not caring where it fell, as Lydia gently and carefully inserted one end of the strap-on into Dana’s pussy.

“Unnngggh…yeah…” Dana grunted as the hard piece of latex entered her pussy.

Chris toed-off his sneakers, fascinated by the sight of Lydia impaling herself onto the strap-on’s other end, also grunting loudly as she lowered herself down into missionary position, grinding her clit against Dana’s and rubbing their nipples together.

Lydia reached down and discretely pressed the recessed button on the side of the strap-on’s handle, which separated both ends; turning on the vibrator mode, obtaining a chorus of pleasured moans.

“Ho-ly-shit! That vibration hits every SPOT!” Dana chanted, tingling sensations coursing through her body.

“Hmmmmhhh…when I shop, I shop for the best!  Christopher, once you’re naked, lube my ass and your cock…you know the rest!” Lydia said, in a husky voice, as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled his zipper down in a hurry.

As the girls now lizard-kissed while rubbing nipples and clits together, Chris pulled off his pants, briefs, and socks, and hurriedly climbed back in bed, grabbing the bottle of Astroglide.  He squirted a bit in his mouth and bent over, licking lubricant onto Lydia’s pink anus.

“Oooh yeah…creative! Don’t stop!” Lydia said, enjoying the extra sensations.

“How’s the strap-on feeling?” Chris asked, squirting another shot of Astroglide in his mouth, rolling his tongue into a makeshift tube.

“Good…I’m tingling all over!” Dana grunted.

“Uh-huh…mind you, not as good as your flesh wand, but it’ll have to do while your flesh wand plows my a…GASP!” Lydia yelped, surprised as Chris darted his rolled tongue into her anus, injecting the lube into her rectum.

Chuckling, Chris now covered his manhood with Astroglide.

“D-duh-d-damn Cuh-Christopher, I-I knew you were o-o-open minded, b-but F-French-kissing my ass? Wow…” Lydia said, her body also tingling.

“I figured lubing your rectum with my tongue would feel nicer than my finger, and I see you’ve been planning this DP for a while…” Chris said, capping the bottle of Astroglide.

“Oh-h-how…oooohhh…how s-so c-cuh-Chris?” Dana moaned, pressing her breasts tighter against Lydia’s.

He knelt down behind Lydia, straddling both their legs and teasingly tapped his cock on Lydia’s anus.

“I’ve been curious about anal sex myself and researched it, just in case…that’s how I know that too much lube is the just enough amount. Also, it’s highly recommended that the receiver is relaxed.  Our Lyddie had a relaxing whirlpool session earlier today at Sheila and Joey’s and later took a relaxing dip in their swimming pool before we came here.” Chris said, putting his left hand on Lydia’s shapely left buttock and gently rubbing the head of his penis on her anus, making her coo her approval.

“Now keep still love, one false move could be rather painful…I also noticed how you were eating like a bird yesterday, and all you ate today was one slice of pizza and a few vegetarian Sushi rolls before taking your dip in the pool.  If one is to have anal sex, it’s also recommended to eat very little to keep the…bodily waste to a minimum.” Chris said, applying gentle pressure against Lydia’s anus.

“Smart boy, did you find out anything else as you researched anal sex?” Dana teasingly said as she and Lydia kept still, Lydia breathing deeply and slowly.

“The exterior of our Lyddie’s ass tasted like chlorine, from the swimming pool.  As I inserted the lube in her bum, other than the Astroglide in my mouth I tasted saline…which leads me to conclude that our Miss Bordon gave herself an enema, either before joining us in Megacity, or at Sheila and Joey’s…anyway, you tasted clean down there Lyddie, so I went ahead and did it!”  Chris said, slowly inserting the head of his penis into Lydia’s anus.

“Oooohhh he did his homewooooork…just like Sully! M-muh-must be the F-F-F-FBI training!” Lydia said in a whiney voice, as Chris’ cock penetrated her rectum deeper.

“I’m almost all the way in, it’s ultra-tight because of the strap-on Lyddie, am I hurting you?” Chris asked, turned on out of his mind but still concerned.

“The p-pleasure outweighs the…the…p-puh-p-pain c-cuh-c-Christ-to-pher…j-just g-go g-gent-ly and s-slow-ly!” Lydia stammered, the mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelming her, as a powerful orgasm slowly built up from deep within her.

Chris leaned forward, his torso touching Lydia’s back, licking her neck and breathing in her ear, putting his hands on the bed for balance and to distribute his weight so he wouldn’t smother them.

“Yes…yesss…just like that!” Lydia begged, breathless.

“Hmmmm…Chris’ cock in your ass just pushed the strap-on deeper in me when he leaned on top of you…vibrating my cervix! Say, how about you do the moving Lydia, we’ll follow your lead!” Dana said, giving Lydia a peck on the lips.

“Wonderful idea, that way I’m sure I’ll give you pleasure, not pain! By the way, I can feel those vibrations in that tight butt of yours Lyddie, quite pleasurable indeed! ” Chris said.

“Okay…let’s see…” Lydia said, eyes closed, in a near whisper.

She propped herself up on her elbows, arching her back until their breasts no longer touched, and their clits squished together; sliding the strap-on all the way inside her pussy and Chris’s cock all the way inside her ass; pubic bone and tail bone touching.

“Unnnnnhhh…okay…” Lydia grunted, tentatively rocking her hips back and forth, breathing heavily, focusing on the pleasurable sensations from her clit, the inner walls of her pussy, G-spot, and the sensory nerve lining of her rectum.  

She smiled, teeth clenched, slowly rolling her hips.

“Yeah…yeaaahhh…oh baby! Remember how we said the ultimate orgasm would have to include tits, clit, pussy, G-spot and ass?” Lydia moaned loudly, every pleasure nerve in her body on full alert; still rolling her hips.

“Yeah love, are you getting there?” Chris said, hoping Lydia would cum soon as he was near orgasm himself.

“I...I…OH-MY-FUC-KING-GOOOOOOOOD!” Lydia screamed, a long, powerful orgasm washing over her, from head to toes.

Trembling, she collapsed on top of Dana who wrapped her arms around her, worried.

“Lydia? Are you okay?” She asked, noticing how Lydia’s eyes had rolled back in her head.

“F-fuh-fine, still cuh-cuh-cuh-cumming! Don’t pull out puh-puh-please!” Lydia begged, surprised by the length and sheer intensity of her orgasm.

Keeping his cock in her ass, Chris pushed himself up to his knees and squeezed her buttocks. He then teasingly wiggled them; glad that Lydia was now keeping still, allowing him to delay his orgasm.

“Oh yeah, Christopher! That feels good!” Lydia said in a shaky voice.

“F-feels good for me too Chris! Keep shaking her ass, it’s shaking the strap-on!  I’m cuh-cuh-C…HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” Dana squealed, in prey of her second orgasm, her scream of pleasure muffled by Lydia forcefully tongue-kissing her as she was still going through the multiple waves of her ultimate orgasm.

After a few moments that felt like minutes, Lydia and Dana came up for air, faces flushed, giggling.

“Okay, my legs feel like rubber, but I have an urgent need to go to the bathroom…Christopher, if you could...get us untangled?” Lydia said, feeling light-headed.

“Right-o…first me…” Chris said, gently pulling out, noticing how Lydia tightly squeezed her buttocks once he was out.

“And now…lean down a bit Lyddie…if we angle this contraption the right way I should be able to pull it right out, turning the vibrator off first…” Chris said, pressing the recessed button.

Lydia and Dana exhaled in unison as the vibrator stopped.

“You girls are dripping wet, so it should slide out nice and easy…” Chris said, smoothly pulling the strapless strap-on out of Dana and Lydia’s pussies, making them sing an “Uuuhhh” chorus in unison.

Lydia snatched the strap-on from Chris’ hands and jumped out of bed, racing to the bathroom.

“I’ll go to the bathroom and clean this under the showerhead!” Lydia said in one breath.

“What’s her hurry?” Dana said, snuggling with Chris as he lay down beside her.

“Saline enema this morning, Astroglide enema a few minutes ago…” Chris said, smiling sheepishly.

“Hm, no cum enema, however, you’re still as stiff as a steel bar!” Dana said, grabbing his shaft, gently jerking him off.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Lyddie to come back?” Chris asked, observing Dana’s hand going up and down his shaft.

“It’s okay, if I make you cum, Lyddie and me can keep each other entertained until you’re hard again!” Dana said in a soft voice, smiling mischievously.

“I shall endeavor to last until Lyddie returns, after all the effort she’s put in, the sexy strip show, the DP…it’s only fair!  Mind you, I probably should clean my penis before any further intimate contact: as thorough as the saline enema may have been, the rectum contains certain bacteria that aren’t welcome in the vagina.” Chris said, trying to control his breathing.

“So sweet and considerate!” Dana said, kissing him, still stroking his shaft.

“Yum, can I have some of that?” Lydia said, coming out of the bathroom, strap-on in hand.

“Perhaps I should head to the bathroom myself, clean my appendage before continuing the festivities!” Chris said, sitting up in bed.

“Relax FBI man, I heard what you said about the bacteria, and it’s no issue.  While the antibacterial and antiviral purges have become old school since Prof Whirter introduced the sonic disrupters, they still have their use.” Lydia said, tossing the strap-on back in its open box.

“Wouldn’t that give you massive constipation?” Chris said, with a curious frown.

“While that may be true of most antibiotics, the purges are specifically designed to attack sexually transmitted infections and diseases.” Dana said, still stroking his shaft.

Smiling, Lydia climbed back into bed.

“What she said! Since I was planning a higher risk sex act for tonight, I performed the purges before bed last night.  I did the enema perhaps an hour before Brenda asked for volunteers to help Sheila and Joey.  I kept hope that we’d do the DP tonight, but wasn’t sure if we could…thus I left ordering the strapless strap-on to the last minute.” Lydia said, lying on her stomach between Chris’ legs.

Giggling, Dana let go of Chris’ cock.

“Just lie down and enjoy the tongue bath Chris, I guarantee you all she’ll taste is Astroglide and saline!” Dana said, sitting to the side, giving them space.

“Very well then!” Chris said, with a resigned smile, pushing his crotch closer to Lydia’s face as he lay down.

“Good boy! Now let your Lyddie clean you up all nice!” She said, licking him up and down, scrotum, the base of the penis, shaft and head up and down.

“Oooh yeah…” he grunted closing his eyes.

Lydia now took his glans in her mouth rolling her tongue over it, observing his reactions. Slowly, she lowered her head onto his shaft, sliding it into her warm, wet mouth.

“Holy shit Lydia…” Chris said, breathing faster.

She bobbed her head up and down, slowly and deliberately, tasting him, now that his cock was clean from Astroglide and saline. Horny, she let his cock slide out of her mouth and grabbed it with a firm hand, casting Chris and Dana a hungry, smoldering look.

“The Aphrodite in me wants his cock in my pussy, to the point that I’m feeling vulva throb…but I already had it in my ass, and fair’s fair; it’s your turn Dana. He’s nice and clean now…enjoy!” Lydia said, her voice a sultry hiss.

“Speaking of taking turns, you ate me out earlier, now it’s your turn!  I’ll get on my back, Chris, you fuck me missionary, and you sit on my face, Lydia!” Dana said, smiling.

“Perfect!” Lydia said, kneeling up.

Chris rolled to the side, allowing Dana to take his place in the center of the bed.  Lydia straddled Dana’s face, facing Chris.  Dana spread her legs open, wrapping her arms around Lydia’s hips. Chris grabbed Dana’s ankles and put her feet on his shoulders. He reached down and gently grabbed her by the waist; lifting her pelvis until her vulva was penis-height.

“That’s it stud, fuck her!” Lydia said, in a husky voice, as Dana probed the wet folds of her pussy with her tongue.

“Guess I’ll start slowly…savor the sensations…” Chris said, sliding his stiff member into Dana’s hot, dripping pussy.

“Unnnh ‘eah…’avor!” Dana moaned in an unusually throaty voice, still licking, and tasting Lydia’s love juice.

“Your nipples are hard Lyddie…is Dana doing a good job?” Chris asked, using every bit of self-control not to cum yet.

“Hmmm, she’s doing a wonderful job as usual…gasp…you’re both such won-der-ful lo-vers!” Lydia groaned, putting her arms on his shoulders, leaning in for a kiss.

They kissed, tongues sensually caressing each other, eyes closed, letting out short hums of pleasure as Chris penetrated Dana and Dana ate Lydia’s pussy. Chris interrupted their lip lock, grinning mischievously.

“Pass me a few of those pillows Lyddie, I’ll prop up Dana’s pelvis higher, you two do a 69, and I’ll alternate from doing Dana missionary and you doggy style, what say you?” Chris said.

“Wicked, sounds great!” Lydia said, reaching for a pillow.

“Yeah, I’m game! But it would be easier for you if we lay sideways in bed rather than facing the headboard!” Dana offered.

“Great idea love, easy access to both my hot lovers!” Chris said, also grabbing a pillow and stacking them in the middle of the bed with Lydia’s help.

Dana lay back down with her shapely ass on the stacked pillows, and Lydia lay on top of her in a sensual 69.

“This way, I know both my loves will be satisfied! Vaginal and clitoral stimulation!” Chris said, sliding his manhood back into Dana’s dripping, wanting pussy.

Dana grunted her approval, and Lydia looked up, chuckling.

“Silly boy, I’m already satisfied! The…hmmmm…the ultimate orgasm Dana and you gave me was f-five oh…oh…orgasms hitting me hard at the same time: pussy, clit, G-spot, ass and nipples; i-i-intense and l-l-l-long lasting! Hmm…yeah Dana keep licking…I could lie down and sleep like a baby here and now, it’s oooohhh it’s the phe-ro-mones that keep gasp keep me awake and…oh yeah…w-wanting m-more!” Lydia said, stammering from Dana’s licking.

In response, Lydia gently and teasingly blew on Dana’s pussy as Chris’ cock pistoned into her at a steady cadence. Chris leaned backwards, giving Lydia more space to lick Dana’s clit, still rocking his pelvis back and forth. Lydia smiled and nodded, and began licking, alternating between Dana’s clit and Chris’ shaft.

“Hmm…uuuhhhh…uuuhhhh…oooohhh! OH MY GOOOOOOOOD!” Dana shrieked, as twin orgasms overtook her.

“Do it love, cum for us!” Chris said, pumping a bit harder and faster.

“OH MY GOD! S-S-STOP!” Dana shouted, hyperventilating, head spinning.

“Dana? Are you alright?” Chris asked, straightening up, worried.

“Nobody move, it’s good…need to catch my breath is all…” Dana said, sounding calmer.

“Your newly found Aphrodite pheromones facilitating the multiple orgasms girl?” Lydia asked, teasingly giving Bana’s clit a quick kiss.

“Gasp! Stop it you bad girl! Yeah…looks like the Aphrodite Hormonal Booster Therapy is having some interesting side-effects…it was initially meant to allow me to keep up with the rest of the league, but damn! The combined clit licking and pumping made me cum, but when you started to pump harder and faster Chris…I came again! So hard that I thought I was about to pass out!” Dana said, teasingly kissing Lydia’s clit.

“Broke the three orgasm mark! I’ll do you doggy-style now Lyddie, but keep licking Dana’s pussy, let’s see if she can get orgasm number five!” Chris said, pulling out of Dana’s pussy.

“Yummy, yum, yum, my pleasure!” Lydia said, comically licking her lips.

“Tell you what Chris, you must be getting close, when you’re ready to cum, don’t hold back Lydia said it, we’re satisfied! I want to see you cum all over Lydia’s asshole and pussy, let it drip down in my mouth!” Dana said, in a voice that sent shivers down his spine.

“As you wish my love…” Chris said, his voice trailing off as he knelt behind Lydia, grabbing her by the waist.

“Hot! Don’t swallow though Dana, save me some of that! Unnnnnhhh!” Lydia said, as Chris penetrated her.

“Deal!” Dana replied, observing Chris’ cock sliding into Lydia’s pussy.

“Cum swapping…just when I thought I’d seen it all with those two…” Chris thought, savoring the sensations that Lydia’s pussy offered him, tight, hot and wet; just like Dana’s.

They resumed their pussy eating, punctuated with puppy-like yelps of pleasure. After a minute or so, Dana began alternating her licks between Lydia’s clit and Chris’ scrotum.

“Oh baby YEAH…” he grunted, on the verge of orgasm.

“Remember Christopher, I wanna feel it on my asshole and pussy lips, don’t miss!” Lydia said, interrupting her lip service to egg him on.

That was the ticket. Lydia’s dirty talk, her tight pussy, her firm ass, and Dana’s tongue teasing his balls. He pulled out and grabbed his shaft with his right hand, pointing it at Lydia’s anus. Dana opened her mouth wide, sticking put her tongue.

“Alright you asked for it! NNGH! NNGH! NNGH!” Chris growled like a beast, the first cum salvo hitting its intended target, making Lydia yelp out of surprise.

He aimed at her pussy for salvo number two, and then at Dana’s open mouth for salvo number three. Giggling, Dana took the direct hit at the back of her mouth, taking the drippings from Lydia’s ass and pussy on her tongue. Taking care not to swallow, she then licked Lydia’s labia and anus clean, making her puppy-yelp again.

Chris sat on his heels and observed, fascinated as Lydia and Dana got out of position 69 and on their knees. As Lydia had said, they began tongue-kissing, swapping his cum, eyes closed. They swallowed, opened their eyes and giggled as they looked at Chris.

“The look on his face…priceless!” Lydia said.

“Well don’t just sit there with your mouth wide open! You’re still dripping cum, lie down!” Dana said, giggling along.

Chris chuckled and shrugged, lying on his back. Dana and Lydia went on their hands and knees, flanking him.

“Go easy pretty ladies, I’m rather SEN-sitive after cumming!” Chris said with a gasp, surprised as Dana grabbed the base of his shaft and engulfed his cock.

“Not bad, have a taste Lydia!” Dana said, with a wink.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Lydia said, licking the head of hos cock, as Dana still held it upwards.

“HMMMM am I clean yet? You girls are about to make me pass out!” Chris said, heart beating faster.

“Yeah, he’s clean…” Lydia said, teasingly kissing the head of his cock.

Dana followed suit, enjoying how Chris was squirming at their touch, and then kissed Lydia on the lips.

“Tired yet?” Lydia said, snickering.

“Yeah, pretty much, let me get the light!” Dana said, reaching for the lamp on the side table as Lydia pulled the covers back onto the bed.

Giggling charmingly, Dana caressed Chris’ cheek, turning his head towards her.

“Kiss me mah fool!” She said, with a silly Southern Belle accent.

Chuckling, he kissed her, and felt Lydia’s arm reaching around him, trying to roll him over to face her.

“Don’t neglect Lydia baby!” Dana said in a gentle voice.

“Always willing to please!” He said, rolling over to kiss Lydia.

“Uh-huh, now kiss me mah fool!” Lydia said, snickering.

They kissed, and then Chris lay on his back flanked by his two lovers. They cuddled, drifting into slumber.

Part 3 - Brenda, Angela, and Quentin

“I knew you owned properties worldwide Brenda, so the fact that you own property in Mega-City doesn’t come as such a surprise, but the way it looks…wow!” Quentin said, smirking.

“This is an exact replica of your main residence in Delta City, it’s pretty impressive!” Angela said, smiling.

“Like Quentin, I like to be prepared!  Agreed, Sheila helped me find the appropriate building, and we use the same decorators! How about a glass of wine to break the ice? You look nervous Angela!” Brenda said, the electronic system locking up behind them.

“To paraphrase our friend Joey, sounds Heavenly Brenda!  I know I shouldn’t be nervous…but I can’t help it!” Angela said, sitting down on the cream-colored leather couch.

“Annie, play some mood music and turn on the fireplace please?” Quentin said, looking up at the ceiling.

“Right away, Special Agent Sullivan!” Annie replied through the intercom.

The fireplace lit up, and smooth jazz began to play through the concealed Bluetooth speakers.

“Very nice, I like it!” Angela said, smiling brightly.

Quentin followed Brenda to the bar, but she turned and stopped him.

“No, no, keep Angela company baby!  I’ll be right over with the wine, how does a smooth Tokaji sound, Angela?” Brenda asked, looking at Angela.

“Sounds perfect, you’re spoiling me!” Angela said, her eyes going from Brenda to Quentin, who was walking back towards her.

“You’ve been working extra hard for a while now Angela, perhaps a bit harder than the rest of the She-Legion since you stepped up and became Brenda’s second in command.  You’ve been fighting crime, fulfilling your duties as DA, and keeping the She-Legion together when Brenda and I were called off-world…well, off to a parallel world anyway. You deserve to be spoiled!”  Quentin said, smiling warmly at her as he sat to her left.

“Amen to that, you’ve done an amazing job, Angela!” Brenda said as she poured the wine.

Angela smiled sheepishly, a few tears welling up in the corner of her eyes.

“Thanks, guys…that means a lot!  But to be fair, Brenda’s idea to bring you in as our consultant had the biggest impact of all, Sully…if we’re doing well, it’s also thanks to the both of you!” Angela said, wiping her tears, embarrassed that she felt so emotional.

“Don’t be ashamed of your tears Angela. Aphrodite descendant or not, you are human.  You have feelings. And I would have had zero impact if the She-Legionnaires hadn’t kept an open mind. You kept an open mind. And speaking of open minds, I find myself privileged that my beloved better half agreed to this threesome! You are drop-dead gorgeous Angela, body, and soul. As I said, you deserve to be spoiled, Brenda has spoiled me quite a few times through the years…” Quentin said, grabbing Angela’s hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

“And Quentin spoils me daily! As you know, the orgasms he gives me power me up rather than drain me. And speaking of being open-minded, he’s accommodating enough to indulge my bisexual side by agreeing to those threesomes!” Brenda said, carrying three glasses of wine on a chrome platter.

“It wasn’t much of an effort or sacrifice on my part. I’ve been a willing participant in indulging Brenda’s bisexual side…and I’ve enjoyed it; a lot!” Quentin said, smiling at Brenda.

Still balancing the wine glasses on the platter, she bent over and gave him a peck on the lips. Chuckling, Angela reached for a glass.

“Thanks, Brenda!” Angela said, taking a glass.

“Thanks, babe!” Quentin said, also taking a glass.

“You’re quite welcome! Still feeling nervous girl?” Brenda said, putting the tray down on the glass coffee table, and sitting to Angela’s right.

“A little…but I must admit Sully has a gift to make me feel at ease!” Angela said, smiling.

“Well then, cheers!” Quentin said, raising his glass.

“Cheers!” Angela and Brenda replied in unison, clinking glasses.

They took a sip, Angela uttering an appreciative moan.

“Good Lord, talk about liquid sex!” Angela said, impressed.

“Wow…way to boost the old male confidence…” Quentin mumbled, tongue in cheek.

“Oh no, Sully, I didn’t mean…” Angela stammered, thinking she had hurt his feelings, while Brenda laughed heartily.

Quentin chuckled and gave her hand another squeeze.

“I’m kidding Angie! And you’re right: my taste buds are having an orgasm from this wine!” Quentin said, winking as he rose his glass to his lips.

Angela let go of his hand and gave him a playful swat on the forearm. Brenda took a long sip and smiled.

“I have an idea!  Follow me, Angela, this is going to be awesome! Quentin, wait here, finish your wine and join us when I call you! This is going to drive him out of his mind horny!” Brenda said, whispering that last part in Angela’s ear as they stood up.

“Ooh! Sounds exciting!” Angela said, following Brenda to the masters’ bedroom, sipping their wine as they walked.

“Now I’m the one feeling nervous!” Quentin said, making them giggle.

He took a long sip, eyes closed.

“Two scorching hot Aphrodite descendants about to have sex with me…no matter how high my tolerance may be to Aphrodite pheromones…be still my heart, be still…” he mulled over, gulping the rest of his glass.

“Okay Quentin, clothes off! Come to the bedroom and sit down in bed. You may look, but no touching until I say you can, got it?” Brenda called from the bedroom.

“Yes ma’am!” Quentin said, putting his empty glass on the coffee table.

He crossed his left leg, grabbed his left snakeskin boot, and pulled it off.  He repeated the process with the right boot and stood up.  He tossed his leather jacket on the couch, unbuckled his holster, and folded it neatly, gently laying it on top of his jacket. He pulled his t-shirt off, and lay it on top of his holster.

“As if anyone could sneak in here and steal my gun…still, I hide it under a pile of clothes, old habits die hard!” He mused, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down.

He dropped his jeans to his ankles and kicked them aside. Boxer briefs and socks were last to go.

“Okay gorgeous girls, I’m coming!” He said, as he could hear the faint sound of female giggling coming from the bedroom.

He opened the door and stared, flabbergasted. Brenda and Angela stood naked in front of the bed, tongue kissing, massive breasts squishing against each other, hands squeezing each other’s shapely, muscular buttocks. Brenda was grinding her pussy against Angela’s left thigh, while Angela was grinding hers against Brenda’s. Both of them uttered muffled yelps of pleasure, panting.  Quentin sat down on the edge of the bed, completely mesmerized by the scene before him.  Brenda opened her eyes and interrupted the kissing and grinding.

“That’s right Quentin, enjoy the show, soak it all in! I see little Sully is already standing at attention, but don’t touch us yet; join in on my word baby, and when I do, I want you to fuck us silly!” Brenda said, her voice husky, and breathing hard.

“Okay…” Quentin said, his voice caught in his throat, sounding like a muffled grunt, precum oozing from his cock.

“Brenda, you’re a fiendishly cruel tease…I love it!” Angela said, smiling brightly as they resumed grinding their pussies against each other’s thighs.

Brenda slipped her tongue back into Angela’s mouth, but moved her hands from her ass to her shoulders, guiding her to the bed. Angela giggled charmingly.

“Scissors now?” she said, interrupting the kiss.

“Uh-huh, let’s really pour it on!” Brenda said, as she and Angela climbed into bed, assuming  a scissoring position, rubbing their pussies together, their yelps of pleasure becoming much louder.

“Oh yeah, Brenda! SO GOOD!” Angela grunted, teeth clenched.

Quentin climbed in bed and knelt near them, observing them up close. Taking in slow deep breaths, he took a firm grip of his shaft and began masturbating.

“Hey, you…hmm oh yeah Angie…Quentin you’re cheating!  No t-touching!” Brenda said, teasing him as she gasped and moaned.

“I’m not supposed to touch you girls, you didn’t say anything about touching myself!” Quentin said in a low voice, grinning.

“He oooohhh…he g-got you there B-Brenda! S-sounds like a g…a g…a good idea a-ah! Actually!” Angela said, sliding her hand between their pussies and moving it up and down, masturbating them both.

Fascinated, Quentin observed as they alternated between grinding pussies, and Angela rubbing their clits. He turned his attention to their chests as they rose and fell, massive breasts bouncing with each breath, emitting sharp, two-tone yelps of pleasure as they neared clitoral orgasm.

“Oh! O-O-O-OH!” Brenda hummed in a shaky voice.

“Oh G…Oh G…Oh GOOOOOD!” Angela shouted, in an operatic voice that would have made Maria Callas blush.

“Do it, girls, don’t wait for me…you’re multi-orgasmic, I’m not...” Quentin said, in a near-hypnotic drone.

Brenda and Angela looked at each other and stopped the grind and rub. They lay flat on their backs and laughed, massive breasts shaking and jiggling.

“Was I something I said?” Quentin said, straight-faced, slowly stroking his shaft.

“We were supposed to drive you out of your mind horny…we got caught up in our own game!  Damn Quentin, when did your self-control become so unshakable?” Brenda said, propping herself up on an elbow.

Quentin stopped masturbating and bent over.

“I had a good teacher!” Quentin said, kissing her.

“He’s so sweet!” Angela said, sitting up.

“Don’t be jealous, here’s one for you!” Quentin said, turning to Angela and kissing her with gusto.

“Wow…great kisser…does he make love as well as he kisses Brenda?” Angela asked, smiling.

“How about you find out for yourself Angie, what would turn you on?” Brenda asked, smiling back at her.

“The clit stimulation brought me so close that I think I could cum just crossing my legs!  I really need the inside of my pussy to be stimulated though…how about Sully fucks me doggy style and I eat your pussy, Brenda?” Angela asked, hoping it was alright with Brenda.

Lips pursed into an amused smirk, Brenda lay back down, legs up.

“Eat away girl!  Fuck her good Quentin, I want to hear her scream your name when she cums!” Brenda said, smirk turning to a mischievous grin.

“At your service!” Quentin said, admiring the two beauties before him, Angela assuming position between Brenda’s legs, ass up.

“Beautiful faces, big tits, gorgeous asses and legs…I’m one lucky fucker…literally!” He thought, gently grabbing Angela’s hips, slowly sliding his stiff rod into her pussy.

“UUUUUHHH!” Angela grunted loudly, throwing her head back, eyes bulging.

“Holy crap, I’m not that big!” Quentin said, smirking.

Angela and Brenda chuckled.

“Big enough! I wasn’t joking when I said I was close to orgasm…that slow, deliberate penetration…wow!” Angela said light-headed, catching her breath.

“Told you it was intense! So you came already you bad girl? Better start eating me out and allow me to catch up!” Brenda said, with a wink.

“With pleasure!  And let’s see if Sully makes me scream his name!” Angela said, squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles as she bent down, giving Brenda a slow lick, anus to vulva to clit, making her gasp and squirm.

“Whoa, she’s ready to rock!  Well then, let’s rock the pelvis!” Quentin said, grabbing firmly onto Angela’s hips and as he said, rocking his pelvis back and forth, gradually gaining speed and intensity.

“Eeehhh…eeeehhh…eeeeeehhhhh!” Angela moaned as she lapped Brenda’s pussy, the sensations from Quentin’s thrusts building up a second orgasm deep within her core.

“Oooohhh…oooooohhhh…oooooooooohhh! Brenda cooed with delight, holding Angela’s ponytail with one hand and rubbing her nipples with the other.

“Oh, Sul-ly, keep-that-pace! P-p-please!” Angela said, inserting a probing finger into Brenda’s dripping pussy.

“Oh yeah…OH YEAH!” Brenda exclaimed as Angela was now massaging her G-spot and licking her clit at double speed.

“Careful there Angie, that’s the type of touch that makes Brenda…” Quentin said, anticipating what was about to happen.

“SQUIIIIIRT!” Brenda screamed, her entire body bucking, spraying her secretions into Angela’s hand and face.

“WHOA!” Angela exclaimed, surprised.

“Your turn…” Quentin mumbled, squeezing Angela’s hips hard, and pumping into her, fast and furious.

“OH! OH…OOOH…OOOOOOOHHH…SULLYYYYYYY!” Angela screamed, in prey of her second orgasm from Quentin’s cock.

Lightheaded and panting, Angela collapsed face first between Brenda’s legs, letting Quentin’s hard cock slide out of her. She rolled on her back and licked her wet hand, and then her lips. Brenda sat up and caressed her face.

“See Angie?  You did scream his name!” Brenda said, smiling.

“My pussy is throbbing…our little sex show to arouse Sully really made me ripe for quick orgasms…you guys are awesome!” Angela said, looking up at them, smiling.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you gave Brenda quite a squirter!” Quentin said, grinning.

“Alright, Angela came twice, I came once, care to even the score Quentin?” Brenda asked, with a wink.

“Oh, let me move out of the way, I’d love to see you make her cum Sully!” Angela said, sitting up and moving to Brenda’s left.

“How about I combine a few techniques I know you like…lie down please!” He asked, smiling.

Brenda lay back down, teasingly pushing her massive G-cup breasts together. He grabbed her ankles and put her feet on his shoulders, and then gently inserted the head of his cock in her wet vulva. Brenda inhaled and smiled, knowing what he had in mind.

“That’s right baby, fondle those magnificent tits! Now Angela, I don’t know if all Aphrodite descendants are the same, but this one loves having her toes sucked as I penetrate her…” Quentin said as he brought her feet to his mouth and took as many of her perfectly pedicured toes in his mouth, while he shallow penetrated her, nice and slow.

“Holy…wow!  Both big toes and the two adjacent toes! You…really enjoy that Brenda?” Angela asked, her right hand absent-mindedly going between her thighs and teasing her clit.

“Uh-huh! Like I once told Quentin, it’s a sweet, pleasant tickle that stimulates the pleasure center of the brain…add sexual stimuli from a sex master such as Quentin, and it gives me the most delicious orgasms…” Brenda said, breathing deeply, kneading her breasts.

“In other words, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!” Angela said, discretely masturbating as she observed them.

“You said it!  Say, Quentin, since you’re slow shallow-fucking me, I think I know what you have in mind lover-boy; want me to count for you while you suck my toes? You said you were combining techniques!” Brenda said, her voice sounding slightly breathless.

Quentin nodded, the corners of his mouth curled into a tight-lipped smile around her toes. Brenda closed her eyes and inhaled again. She began counting his thrusts.

“One, two, three…FOUR Oh my God the slow, teasing penetration!” Brenda grunted, as Quentin’s full length was within her, still sucking her toes, his tongue teasing them left to right.

He slowly pulled back until only the head of his penis was in her. Slowly, he repeated the process.

“One, two, three, four? FIIIVE! Oh, you jerk you changed the count! Another slow penetration too!” Brenda exclaimed, pleasure levels rising, orgasm imminent.

Angela giggled, masturbating a bit faster. Slowly and deliberately, Quentin once again pulled back until only the head of his penis was in Brenda’s hot, dripping pussy.

“What makes this technique extra-arousing is that you keep expecting the deep, hard thump…and as you can see, Quentin is a master at teasing it…one, two, three…Well?” Brenda said, looking at Quentin, who was purposely delaying the fourth thrust.

Suddenly, he thrust into her, deep and hard.

“OH MY GOD FOUR! F-FUCK ME QUENTIN! FUCK ME HARD!” Brenda screamed, squeezing her tits hard, breathing fast.

Still sucking her toes, Quentin wrapped his muscular arms around her shapely, muscular legs and rammed into her like a jackhammer. Teeth clenched, Brenda let go of her breasts and propped herself up on her elbows, staring passionately at Quentin, breathing hard.

“Yeah, baby! YEAH BABY DON’T STOP! QUENTIN I’M CUMMIIIIIING!” Brenda screamed in an unnaturally high-pitched voice, overtaken by a powerful orgasm, shaking.

Quentin let go of her legs and feet, leaned on top of her, and took her in his arms. He rolled onto his back so she was on top, and gently caressed her back in a soothing motion until she stopped shaking.

“Wow…passionate yet tender and gentle…” Angela mumbled, removing her hand from her crotch and moving in closer, brushing Brenda’s mane to the side with one hand and caressing the top of Quentin’s head with the other.

“So…are we even in the orgasms department?” Angela asked.

“I’d say so…though sometimes Quentin’s teasing brings me so close to orgasm that it’s hard for me to tell if I’ve had multiple small consecutive orgasms or one big one!  Either way, Quentin’s always willing to oblige!” Brenda said, smiling.

“That I am…with a smile on my face!” Quentin said, hugging her.

She kissed Quentin and propped herself up, wiggling out of his hug.

“You know, you’ve cum once from Sully’s cock, and once from my tongue and fingers.  I’ve cum twice from Sully’s cock. How about you cum a second time from Sully’s cock and Sully could make me cum with his mouth? One oral orgasm and two cock orgasms each?” Angela said leaning in for a kiss, first with Brenda, then with Quentin.

“Well, I’m already in position, Angie sit here, and Brenda sit there!” Quentin said, first pointing at his face, and then at his erect penis.

“Sounds like a plan! How good is Sully with his mouth?” Angela said, grinning as she straddled Quentin’s face, her shins and feet flanking his muscular arms.

“I’d say as good as any woman who ever ate your pussy before, perhaps even better! Ooooh, baby!” Brenda said and groaned, lowering herself onto his shaft.

“Thanks...I think?” Quentin said, teasingly breathing on Angela’s pussy; his hot breath sending shivers up and down her spine.

“OH! That feels so nice!” Angela said, covered in goosebumps.

She looked over her shoulder and looked at Brenda.

“I hope you don’t mind that I have my back turned to you Brenda…I just want to control where Sully licks me!” Angela said with a wink, grabbing a handful of Quentin’s hair with her left hand.

“You’re our guest Angie, whatever feels best for you! Ohhh yess…” Brenda said, rolling her hips, feeling the full length of his cock.

“Okay, but easy on the hair pull!” Quentin said, reaching back and grabbing her hips.

“I promise I’ll be gentle Sully…now stick out that tongue please!” Angela said, carefully lowering her bottom, until she could feel his mouth kissing her pussy lips.

“Unnnh! He sure knows how to tease doesn’t he?” Angela said, as his tongue now explored the wet folds of her pussy.

“Told you! Uuuhhhh…Quentin your cock’s so hot!” Brenda said, eyes closed, now slowly bouncing on his cock, arms stretched behind her to keep her balance.

Quentin began licking Angela in an expanding circle, making her breathe faster. Guiding his head by the hair, she directed his warm tongue to her labia, then to her vulva, and then to her clitoris back and forth, again and again.

“Uh…oooh…UUUUH…Brenda you lucky bitch! Don’t you EVER LET HIM GOOOOO!” Angela shouted, as Quentin was now suckling her clit, and flicking his tongue on it for good measure.

Quentin reached up and slid his hands to Angela’s massive breasts, squeezing them firmly.

“GASP! S-Sully! S-so c-close…” Angela stammered, on the cusp of her third orgasm.

“Don’t hold back Angie, I’m-close-too! Go-for-it!” Brenda said, now squeezing her own breasts, bouncing on Quentin’s cock harder and faster.

On cue, Quentin began slurping Angela’s clit like a juicy peach, her sweet love nectar dripping in his mouth, rolling her stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers for good measure.

“Oh! OH! SULLYYYYYYY!” Angela shouted, orgasm number three hitting her like a bolt of lightning.

Light-headed, she lost her balance and fell forward, grabbing onto the edge of the bed at the last second; nearly falling on the floor. Giggling, she steadied herself and rolled to the side, sitting back, leaning against the bed’s headboard.

“Oh, my sweet Lord! I guess I haven’t been with a man for too long… I’m spent!” Angela said, smiling as Brenda now leaned on top of Quentin, in a reverse missionary.

He reached down and gave her shapely, muscular ass a firm squeeze, pumping into her hard and fast.

“Uuuhhh yeah, Quentin…finger my ass too!” Brenda grunted, teeth clenched.

Quentin gasped out of surprise, her anal fingering request nearly making him blow his load in her pussy. Glad that he was able to keep his composure, he first teased Brenda’s anus, massaging it with the tip of his right hand’s middle finger, making her coo her approval.

“Allow me to lube her up Sully!” Angela said, moving closer to them.

She spread Brenda’s cheeks and liked her anus.

“OOOOOHH THAT’S SO GOOOOOD!” Brenda sang in a powerful soprano, the multiple sensations from Quentin’s cock, her clit rubbing against his pubis, her nipples rubbing against his muscular chest, and Angela’s tongue licking her anus driving her crazy.

Happy with the effect, Angela then grabbed Quentin’s right hand and sucked his middle finger. With a devilish grin, she then inserted the tip of his middle finger in Brenda’s ass.

“GRRRAHH! YEAH! LIKE-THAT! BOTH-HOLES! I’M C…I’M C…QUEN-TIN-I’M-CUM-MIIIING!” Brenda shouted, her body once again bucking and shaking on top of Quentin, overtaken by powerful orgasm number 3.

Gently, Quentin pulled his finger out of her tight ass, kissed her, and once again soothingly caressed her back until she stopped shaking.

“You two are magic…” Angela said, sitting cross-legged near them.

Brenda took in a deep breath and turned her head to look at Angela.

“We are…but you made this magic trick even more grandiose!  There’s one more act girl, Quentin didn’t cum yet!  Are you feeling kinky?” Brenda asked, grinning.

“Girl, I just licked your asshole and stuck Sully’s finger in it, what do you think?” Angela said, with a wink.

“Alright then, how about you lie down, Quentin fucks your big gorgeous tits, cums all over them…and then I lick them clean?” Brenda asked, looking into Angela’s eyes.

“Sounds nasty…I’m in!” Angela said, snickering excitedly, as she lay on her back, pushing her massive breasts together.

“Just a sec, before we do, humor me…” Quentin said, sliding out of Brenda, with a mischievous smirk, and then getting out of bed.

He stood by the left side of the bed and patted the mattress with his right hand.

“If you lovely Aphrodite descendants would care to lie down side by side, heads right here; close enough that your sides are touching?” Quentin said, a lustful look on his face.

Angela and Brenda exchanged a quizzical glance and lay down side by side, arms slung around each other’s shoulders to make sure their bodies were touching, Brenda to Quentin’s left and Angela to his right. They looked up at Quentin, wondering what he had in mind. Quentin grabbed his cock, and pointed it down, aiming it at Brenda’s lips.

“Such a drop-dead sexy sight…kiss little Sully…” Quentin lustfully said, the overdose of Aphrodite pheromones making him act in a dominant fashion.

With a smoldering look on her face, Brenda obediently kissed the head of his penis.

“Now you Angie…” Quentin said, pointing his penis to her lips, the thought of shooting his load on their pretty faces crossing his mind, but immediately dismissing it.

With a look of pure lustful desire on her face, Angela kissed the head of his penis, flicking her tongue for good measure, tasting his precum.

“Good girls…I’ve been fantasizing about doing this from the moment I walked in the bedroom and saw the erotic show you put on for me…” Quentin said, bending over.

He gently grabbed Brenda’s right breast with his left hand, and Angela’s left breast with his right, pushing them together, making them gasp.

“One big white tit in one hand, one big black tit in the other….hot!” Quentin grunted, opening his mouth.

Thanks to the sheer volume of their chests, he did not need to bend much lower to kiss, lick, suck and nibble their nipples, left to right and right to left, lost in an Aphrodite pheromone fog.

“Oooh…he’s so creative!” Angela quipped, turned on by the nipple play.

“Hmmmm…sure is…it’s the extended exposure to Aphrodite pheromones… over the years he’s developed Adonis characteristics…thank you Aphrodite!” Brenda said, enjoying the pleasurable stimuli from her nipple.

Quentin let go of their breasts and stood up straight, laughing happily.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! YES!  Thank you, Aphrodite! You sensual, perfect 10, erotic Queen, Vega alien! And I know this from Artemis herself, so you can’t get mad at me Aphrodite!  I’m ready for that titty fuck now! Er…got lube?” Quentin said, casting Brenda a Quizzical glance as he climbed back in bed.

Angela and Brenda laughed good-heartedly, Brenda sitting up while Angela changed her position in bed, lying her head on the pillows.

“No worries Sully, your cock’s already wet from Brenda’s pussy, and I can add a bit of my own…” Angela said, spitting in her cleavage and rubbing her 38 D-cuppers together.

“Brenda...have I told you how much I love you recently?” Quentin said, as he admired Angela lubricating her cleavage.

“Only about a thousand times a day! Go on baby, fuck her big gorgeous tits and cum all over them!” Brenda said in a sensual whisper.

“Yes ma’am!” Quentin said, getting into position, straddling Angela’s chest.

“Hm, put your elbows against your body Angie?” Quentin asked, wanting full cleavage penetration.

“Like this?” she asked, moving her elbows against her body.

“Yeah like that, and lace your fingers on top, to make sure I don’t slide out…great!” Quentin said, readjusting his stance, putting his weight on his knees, taking care that he was not smothering her.

“Nice…how do my tits feel Sully?” Angela asked, in a seductive voice.

“Amazing…firm, smooth and warm!  How does my cock feel?” Quentin said, smiling, holding onto the headboard for balance and rocking his hips back and forth, trying to delay his orgasm a bit longer.

“Hmm…hot, hard, smooth…vibrant!” Angela said, teasingly flicking her tongue at the top of her cleavage, sensing somehow that he was ready to explode.

“Oh shit, I can’t hold back!” Quentin groaned, the accumulation of Aphrodite pheromones, physical and visual stimuli making it impossible for him to delay his orgasm any longer.

“Yeah, baby don’t hold back! Do it!  Do it!” Angela said, thinking after the fact that perhaps she should not have called him “baby”, but at the same time not caring as it was in the heat of the moment.

He placed his hand at the top of her cleavage to stop his cum from hitting her in the face. Old Faithful spewed each hot, sticky salvo into her ample cleavage, dripping down to her six-pack abdomen, pooling into her navel and down her pussy.

Giggling, Brenda licked his cum off her pussy, making Angela jump. She then followed the cum trail, licking her navel clean, traced her six-pack with her tongue, and then tapped Quentin on the shoulder.

“Excuse me?  Ze cleaning lady she is coming through!” Brenda said, comically, using her Brigitte the slutty French Maid voice.

Chuckling, Quentin moved to Angela’s right, and she grabbed his hand, licking it clean.

“What? I wanna taste your cum too!” Angela said, with a wink.

“Sit up Angie, I can lick your titties clean while you suck his cock clean!” Brenda said, with a wicked grin.

“Sweet!” Angela said, sitting up, crossed legged.

“Let me get out of your way Brenda…” Quentin said, getting to his feet and then crouching to bring his cock level with Angela’s mouth, holding onto the headboard for balance.

With a sexy expression that made his balls ache, Angela opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock, sensually licking the glans and then gently sucking the remaining drops of cum from his manhood, making him roll his eyes, gape-mouthed.

“Holy shit that’s intense!” he said, pulse racing.

Breathing heavily, he observed Brenda licking Angela’s cleavage clean while Angela fellated him, her pretty, wet mouth feeling amazing on his softening member.  Satisfied that she had licked every drop of Quentin’s semen off Angela’s skin, Brenda kissed her. She then got to her feet, wrapped her arms around Quentin and kissed him.

“No tongues, I don’t think you enjoy the taste of your cum like I do!” Brenda said, grinning.

“Not sure what Sully’s diet is, but I certainly tasted worse! Can I get some of that action?” Angela said, looking up at them.

“Yeah…why don’t we group hug on the floor, all three of us keeping our balance on this mattress might be a challenge!” Quentin said, chuckling.

“Primo idea!” Brenda said, getting out of bed with him.

“Come, Angie, bring it in!” Quentin said, extending his right arm towards her.

With the grace of a ballerina, Angela stood in bed with her arms outstretched, tiptoed in their direction, and jumped out of bed, landing next to them, and then took a bow.

“10 out of 10 technique there Angie, Bra-vo!” Brenda said, applauding.

“Graceful, sensual, and athletic, well done!” Quentin said, also applauding.

“Aw shucks, you’re too kind!” Angela said, looking coy.

They huddled sensually, and Angela kissed Brenda, and then Quentin.

“As you’ve probably heard from Dana and Hexanna, we have this thing about sleeping in until noon the next day after sex…you’re welcome to sleep in with us Angie!” Brenda said, smiling sweetly.

“There’s also the group shower tradition before bed!  Somehow, soaping and rinsing each other’s body before bed makes for an incredibly restful night of hugging and spooning!” Quentin said, with a mischievous grin.

“It all sounds wonderful to me!  Shower now?” Angela said, with a satisfied smile.

“Shower now, right this way!” Brenda said, guiding Angela and Quentin by the hand.

The End