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Superia #9: Panopticon pt. 2

by Sigma

Our Story Thus Far: 20 years ago, Sloan and Orla Adams had their lives turned upside down when a battle between two superhumans wrecked their city. One of the superhumans, a woman named Daydream, was captured by the sisters and subjected to experimentation. What will they do with her? In the the present, Naomi, Lea, Thera, and Rebecca are relaxing at a luxurious resort while Madeline fights for her life against an extra-dimensional Entity born from her own womb.

V

16 Years Ago

“Ugh….ugh, fuck!” The young man groaned and threw his head back. He looked up at the girl riding his cock, the bed in his dorm room squeaking as she bounced up and down. Her grabbed her tits, small and perky mounds of flesh, and squeezed them and she gasped as he continued penetrating her.

“Fuck...Sarah, this feels so good!”

“My name is Sloan,” the young woman said, her dark hair framing her face. She slowed her pace and ran her hands across his broad chest.

He closed his eyes and let the pleasure take him, putting his hands on Sloan’s narrow hips. He moved one hand behind and squeezed her ass and then jolted when he felt something jab him in his sternum. He opened his eyes and found a needle in the chest with Sloan pushing the plunger all the way down.

“What the fuck!” he screamed, pushing her off of him.

Sloan screamed and fell to the floor of the dorm room. She quickly got up and backed away from him as he got off the bed and pulled the syringe out.

“You crazy bitch! What’d you just put in me?!”

Sloan stayed quiet, panic in her eyes as she backed against the wall and grabbed the only thing she could find, a small alarm clock. She threw it at him, but watched the young man’s skin shift as his muscles hardened underneath. The clock shattered against his body and he glared at her.

Then his legs wavered and he held his head and stumbled. “Wh...what the hell did you do to me…?” he asked before collapsing.

Sloan stood there, naked, as her heart raced in her chest. She nervously nudged him with her foot and when he didn’t move she ran to her clothes and grabbed her cellphone and began texting someone.

There was a knock at the door moments later and Sloan opened it. Orla walked in, hands in the pockets of her hoodie and looked down with a smile on her face.

“Well done, baby girl. Get your clothes back on and then grab his arms.”

***

Moments later, the sisters dropped the unconscious body into the back of a parked van outside the college dorm. Daydream was in the back, chained to the wall and floor, with a crude visor over her eyes and a mess of wires and cables stuck in her shaved head. There was a laptop running next to her, with one cable connected to the visor. The screen showed the face and a basic profile of the young man. It gave his name as Brendan Porter, 20 years old. Orla climbed into the back while Sloan got in the driver’s seat and started it.

“Now...Daydream, show us the next one,” Orla said while picking up the laptop and typing something into it.

“Are we going to start the procedure tonight?” Sloan asked.

“We can,” Orla said.

“I can’t stay up too late,” Sloan said. “I have an economics exam tomorrow.”

“You still need to study?”

“No, I know everything. I just don’t want to be too tired.”

Orla laughed. “Look at my baby girl, being the responsible college student.”

***

New York City – Several Years Later

The van pulled up to a stop outside a dockside warehouse in Brooklyn and Sloan climbed out of the driver’s seat. Orla opened the backdoor and climbed out, stretching her back.

“God I hate New York traffic,” she groaned before turning to the van and gesturing. “Come on.”

A figure moved in the back before Brendan climbed out. His eyes had a glazed over look. His shaved scalp had incision scars all over it and he stayed silent as he stared at the building in front of them.

“Is this the place?” Sloan asked.

“Mmhmm…” Orla said, going into her jacket pocket and taking out a pack of gum. She offered some to her sister, who declined. “Let’s go make some money.”

The three of them approached the door of the warehouse where a man in a dark suit blocked their path.

“Can I help you ladies?”

“We’re here for the party,” Orla told him.

The guard looked at Brendan. “This your guy?”

“Yup,” Orla said. “We call him Anvil.”

“Uh huh…” The guard said. He turned to a camera mounted above the door and waited as someone spoke in the earpiece he wore. He then grabbed the door and opened it. “This way, please.”

The sisters, followed by Anvil, walked through a long, narrow hallway and into a massive space where a rowdy crowd gathered around an iron cage with bloodstained canvas.

Inside, a man with four arms did battle with another man who could stretch his limbs like elastic.

Sloan and Orla watched with interest and Sloan leaned in close to her sister so she could hear over the noise of the crowd.

“Are we going to grab new subjects here?”

“Maybe,” Orla answered. “Let’s focus on winning some money first, though. I’m tired of eating that shitty ramen.”

Sloan nodded and turned when someone walked up to them. He was a man in an ill-fitting suit and he looked harried. He slapped a number card into Orla’s hand.

“Here’s your number. Wait for it to be called and then your guy fights. Got it?”

Before the sisters could answer, he was gone.

“Find us some seats while we wait,” Orla said. “I’m gonna see what they have to eat around here.”

***

A half hour later, the sisters were in the stands, with Orla eating from a large tub of popcorn while Sloan watched the ring intently. Anvil stood in the center, silent as the crowd around him cheered.

His opponent climbed in on the other side. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with a bald head and naked torso of solid muscle. He moved with caution as he circled around Anvil.

The bell rang and the two charged. Anvil threw quick strikes that his opponent quickly turned aside with the skill of trained martial artist. When Anvil tried to land blows against him, his opponent’s skin turned to solid stone. Anvil was put on his back after a swift roundhouse kick that caused the crowd to erupt.

The man of stone then leapt through the air and came down on Anvil’s chest with a hard knee, knocking the wind from his body.

“Fuck!” Orla growled.

Sloan stayed quiet, watching the fight.

The Man of Stone stood over Anvil and turned to the look to the side of the ring. A middle-aged man in a purple, pinstripe suit smirked and made a cutting motion across his throat.

The Man of Stone nodded and lifted his foot and brought it down on Anvil’s head.

Orla gagged and looked away. “Jesus!”

Sloan watched and narrowed her eyes.

An audience member next to Sloan threw up instantly as the crowd roared when Anvil’s head got smashed in.

Orla didn’t dare look up. “Baby girl, is Anvil all right?”

“He’s dead, Orla,” Sloan reported.

“Fuck! Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck! We’re never gonna financially recover from this!” She then got up. “Come on, we’re leaving.”

Sloan got up too and that moved toward the exit, just to be blocked by big men in suits.

“Ladies, come with us,” the head goon said. “Mr. Preston would like a word.”

***

They were brought to a back office where the man in the purple suit sat behind a desk, eyeing the sisters with a smile on his face. The Man of Stone was on his left, silent and still, and there was a woman, thin with dark hair, who had a nervous energy about her and stared at the floor except for when she stole the occasional glance at the sisters.

“Ladies,” Mr. Preston said. “What the hell was that out there?”

Sloan said nothing and Orla stepped forward. “What was what?”

“That sorry-ass display. You bring fresh meat into my ring and Slate here turns him into a stain in mere seconds,” Preston said, motioning to the man next to him.

“Slate…” Sloan repeated the name.

“How’d you girls convince that chump to fight for you?”

“That’s a secret,” Orla said.

“We mind controlled him,” Sloan spoke up.

Preston perked up. “Yeah? Tell me about that?”

“We made incisions in his cranium. Toyed with sections of his brain and inserted technology of our own design to get him to comply. He’s not the first, he won’t be the last,” she explained.

Preston smirked. “Interesting…You could really do something with a method like that, yeah? Me, I just rely on old-school methods. See her?” He pointed to the woman in the corner. “That’s Umbra. Umbra, dear, show them what you can do.”

Umbra looked up, stepped forward nervously, and then shifted her form until she turned into Preston. She then shifted back.

“She and Slate are inseparable. Dunno why, don’t care to ask. All I gotta do is threaten her and Slate does what I want,” Preston said with a grin. “That’s how I make my money, girls. Making people do what I want.”

“Yeah, well, mutant trash like them deserve it,” Orla said. “They’re only good for being ordered around.”

“Huh...where’s that coming from?” Preston asked.

“Two of them got in a fight and destroyed out hometown when we were kids,” Orla explained. “Doesn’t seem right letting power like that go unchecked.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Preston said. “Doesn’t matter. Here’s what’s happening: You two are gonna hand your fancy tech over to me and I’m gonna put your asses to work.”

“We didn’t come here looking for jobs,” Orla said.

“Oh, this ain’t a 9 to 5,” Preston said, motioning to his men.

Before Orla could move, one grabbed her and put a knife to her neck. Sloan went to help her sister but stopped at the sight of a gun being pointed at her.

“I got people to figure out the tech,” Preston said. “No, you two are gonna earn money for me on your backs.” He looked at Orla. “You don’t need to worry, sweet cheeks. I got plenty of clients who are into big girls.” He motioned for the sisters to be brought forward.

His goons forced them to his desk and he leaned back in his chair.

“Now, you two can either cooperate, or I’ll pick one of you two to get a proper beating and fucking at the hands of my boys here while the other watches.”

Orla narrowed her eyes at him, glancing down at a letter opener on his desk. She looked at Sloan, who glanced at the goon holding the gun, and Orla turned back to Preston.

“I have another idea…”

“Let’s hear it,” Preston said, hands held out.

With a quick and sudden move, Orla grabbed the letter opener, dove across the desk, and jammed it into Preston’s chest. At the same time, Sloan suckered punched the goon with the gun and took his weapon, pointing it and holding off the goons.

“AH! Fuck!” Preston screamed, shaking hands hovering near the letter opener.

“I wouldn’t,” Orla said. “You pull it and you bleed out. I’m pretty sure I nicked an artery.”

“You crazy bitch!” Preston said.

“I didn’t graduate from medical school to be called Crazy Bitch,” Orla said. “That’s Dr. Crazy Bitch to you.”

“K-kill her!” Preston said to Slate.

He began to move but Orla held up a finger. “Hold that thought, Mr. Slate. My proposition might fall kindly on your ears.”

Slate stayed quiet.

“My sister and I are impressed with your capacity for violence. Kill this idiot and come with us. We can use you. Umbra can come too.”

“What the fuck are you idiots standing around for?!” Preston demanded. “Kill these whores!”

Sloan let off a series of shots and gunned down Preston’s men before they could move.

Preston sat there wide eyed, and the smell of urine filled his office as he soiled his pants.

“Slate...baby...don’t listen to these crazy whores. Look, just...kill ‘em both and you can have whatever you want.”

Slate looked at him and then the sisters. “Preston tempted me with a challenge of strong opponents, but to him I am merely a glorified executioner.”

“We can do better,” Orla promised.

“Hmm…” Slate uttered. He turned to Umbra, who looked up at him. “Do you want to leave?”

Umbra nodded.

“As a show of how serious we are, Slate, we give you Preston as a signing bonus. Do whatever you want with him,” Orla offered.

Slate turned to Preston and narrowed his eyes.

“Hey, no, come on! Slate!”

“Wait for me outside,” Slate said. “I will not be long.”

Orla smiled and blew Preston a kiss. “Oh, hey, is there a safe in here?”

“It’s behind that painting….” Umbra pointed to a gaudy portrait of Preston with a tiger as a pet.

Sloan went over and checked and then turned to Orla and nodded.

“I will bring you its contents when I am finished,” Slate promised.

“Very good,” Orla said. She looked at Sloan and Umbra. “Let’s go, girls. We’ll give Slate a minute.”

The three women all left the office and Slate cracked his knuckles as she approached the injured crime boss, who slid back with tears in his eyes and a quivering lip.

VI

In one bite, Rebecca devoured her last mini cupcake as she walked through the halls of the resort. The stone floor was cool against the soles of her bare feet and she was lost in thought about what part of the resort to enjoy next.

She began to round the corner ahead and jumped back when she bumped into someone rounding the corner from the other side.

“S-sorry!” she said before looking up.

Lea looked down at her, and smiled. She had a towel across her broad shoulders and the glow of a woman who had just finished intense exercise.

“Rebecca, what’s up?”

“Uh, nothing…” Rebecca said to her, suddenly flustered. She looked at Lea’s brown curves, contained by the sports bra she wore, and the muscles of her abs. Rebecca felt a twinge between her legs and had to force herself to look her teammate in the eye. “Just getting some cupcakes…” she laughed nervously.

Lea looked down and took her hand when she noticed some strawberry frosting on it. “Doesn’t look like they survived the trip from the dining room,” she said with a grin.

“Umm…” How’d the wrestling go?” Rebecca asked.

“I got pinned by a minotaur-looking bastard. You should’ve been there. He held me down and everything.”

Rebecca bit her lip and pictured a naked Lea, wrestling a minotaur only to lose and be at the beast’s Mercy. “Well...umm...that...sounds fun.” She only continued laughing nervously and then froze when Lea lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked the icing off of her finger. Lea lingered, licking Rebecca’s finger clean before taking it out of her mouth.

“There, all clean now,” Lea said.

“Thanks,” Rebecca said, barely able to contain herself. She could feel the heat rising in her body, the blood rushing to her cheeks. “Well, see ya.”

She tried to duck away, but Lea blocked her path with her big arm by putting her hand to the wall behind her.

“What’s the rush?” Lea asked.

Rebecca looked up, pinned herself to the wall, and swallowed a lump in her throat. She nervously scratched her left leg with her right foot. Every inch of Lea’s 6-foot-4 frame overshadowed Rebecca’s 5-foot-2 body.

“We’re here to relax, aren’t we?” Lea asked, leaning in close. “Naomi and Thera are off doing their thing, Maddie’s nerding out in the library. That just leaves you and me.”

Rebecca again found herself looking at Lea’s healthy brown tits, just inches from her face. She forced her hands behind her to keep from touching them.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, Rebecca.”

“Whaaat? What do you mean?” She continued laughing nervously.

“In the locker room when we’re showering. When we’re changing. You always look away when I turn, but I notice.”

“I...I…”

Lea leaned in even closer, enough that Rebecca could feel the warmth of her skin. “You know, the only reason I never said anything is because one of the others might have walked in. But that’s not an issue here, is it?” She asked, using her index finger to hook the top of Rebecca’s top. Her finger brushed against Rebecca’s green skin, and Rebecca suppressed a squeal.

“I…” Rebecca said. “I think I hear Cindy calling me!” she tried getting away.

“No, no, no, Becky,” Lea laughed, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. “Cin’s not here, remember?

“Uhh...right…so what do want to do?”

Lea grinned and grabbed Rebecca under her arms. She lifted her petite heroine with ease and brought her eye level. “I have some ideas.”

Rebecca looked down at Lea’s chest again, and then reached up and began fondling the big woman’s rigid muscles. “O...okay…”

Lea chuckled and threw Rebecca over one broad shoulder.

***

Back at the suite, in one of the bedrooms, Thera’s robe and Naomi’s clothes were scattered across the floor. The two women were in the bed, with Naomi laying next to Thera and tracing a finger up her naked curves, fixating on the tattoos on her body.

“Tell me about these, Ther,” Naomi said. “Does everyone have these where you come from?”

Thera shifted on the bed. “No, these are specifically for channeling unique life energy that only Aphrodites have. I gives my magic a certain...potency...most magic users don’t have.”

Naomi grinned at her. “It’s some weird sex magic, isn’t it?”

“No!” Thera laughed and hit her arm playfully. “All magic comes from the user’s life force. We’re able to draw on it to do what we need. Aphrodites simply have a different type of energy that has to be harnessed in a unique way. Every Aphrodite’s differs. It’s why you have super strength, but Cindy can create fire and Madeline can create her hard light. The abilities we get are different.”

“Like fingerprints?”

“No, not quite that unique. More like hair or eye color. If it were like fingerprints, no two people would have the same powers.”

“Oh…” Naomi said. “Well...was your mom an Aphrodite?”

“I don’t know…” Thera said. “I don’t think so. I was raised by the elder mages at Providence. They’re my family, so to speak. Them and my so…” she caught herself and Naomi looked at her.

“My sorcerer friends,” Thera quickly said. “What about you? You never talk about your family.”

Naomi sighed. “I’m the fourth of six kids, second girl. All three of my brothers are shitheads, so’s my older sister. I left home to get away from those assholes.”

Thera decided to drop the topic there when she heard Naomi’s tone. Instead, she rolled over so she was top of her. Their naked tits touched and Thera moved some of Naomi’s hair out of her face. She then began kissing Naomi, on the lips, on her upper chest, gently moving down her torso and stomach. Naomi gasped lightly as Thera slid down and put her face between her legs. Thera pulled Naomi’s legs apart and stuck her tongue into Naomi’s womanhood.

Naomi gasped, lifting one leg and putting it over Thera’s shoulder while moving the other to the side. Thera put an arm around Naomi’s thigh and licked gently, pushing her tongue in and taking her time.

“Ah! Fuck!” Naomi cried out, arching her back and clasping at the sheets under her. Her nipples were rock hard, and she could feel the pleasure welling up as she grew wet around Thera’s tongue. Thera reached up and they held hands while she continued eating Naomi.

Naomi breathed deep and bit her lip, a spike of pleasure shooting through her as Thera continued with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. Her tits heaved and she closed her eyes, letting Thera take complete control. She could feel herself growing wetter, feel herself coming closer to the edge. Thera seemed to sense it to, and picked up her pace. She pressed her tongue against Naomi’s roof and Naomi let out a shout that echoed through the room.

“Fuck!” she cried, hearing Thera chuckle while she continued. The sorceress pushed her tongue in deep and kept it there. Naomi ran her hands through Thera’s braided hair, reflex causing her to clutch of knot of hair as Thera pressed her tongue and dragged it out slowly. A moment later, Naomi shook, her leg trembled and and she released. 

Thera lapped up her juices, looked up, and smiled.

Naomi’s tits heaved as she caught her breath. She looked at Thera and laughed. “Christ, Thera.”

Thera looked Naomi over and licked her lips. “I have an idea I think you’ll like.”

“What?”

Thera crawled up the bed and lay on top of Naomi, warm body and against warm, naked, curvy body. She leaned in and whispered something in Naomi’s ear.

Naomi’s eyes went. “You can do that?!”

“It only lasts for about 20 minutes, but yes.”

“Do it!” Naomi said excitedly.

Thera sat up and had Naomi climb off the bed and stand to the side. “Okay, now, just relax.” When Naomi did, Thera raised her hands and began weaving a spell. Her tattoos flared with pale light that then left her and engulfed Naomi. When it died down, a 6 foot tall man, with long, light brown hair and a sculpted athletic physique stood before Thera.

“Hoooly shit!” the man said, looking down. He then covered his mouth. “Why’s my voice so deep?!”

Thera giggled and looked the transformed Naomi over.

Naomi looked down at the impressive cock hanging between his legs and stroked it. “Well, damn!”

“We can’t call you Naomi for these next 20 minutes. That’d be weird,” Thera said.

“Yeah…” Naomi said. “My middle name is Jessica, so how ‘bout Jessie?”

“Uh...sure,” Thera said. “...Jessica? Really?”

“That’s real rich coming from someone who doesn’t have a last name,” Jessie taunted. 

“Hey!”

Jessie poked himself in his sculpted chest. “...Didn’t think I’d miss having tits…” He then looked the rest of his body over. “10/10 job otherwise, Thera.”

The sorceress climbed off the bed and walked over to him, taking his cock in hand.

Jessie jumped back out of reflex before calming down and the two of them shared a laugh before kissing. His cock then stiffened with a few gentle strokes and, as it stood rock hard, Jessie put a hand on Thera’s head and directed her to her knees before putting his cock in her mouth. The warmth made him even harder and he groaned.

“Fuuuuck. That’s what that feels like? Holy shit!”

Thera bobbed her head up and down on his shaft and Jessie groaned, gripping her hair and breathing heavily. She moved up and down the length of his shaft, while gently playing with his balls.

“Ugh! Shit…” Jessie groaned, not used to the sensation. He could only focus on the sorceress licking him, on her playing with his genitals. He looked down and their eyes met, and Thera smiled around his cock while continuing to slurp him up. Her own nipples were rock hard and she pulled his cock out to lick the length of the shaft before doing the same with his balls.

Jessie grunted and grabbed Thera by her wrists, forcing her to her feet. She let out a playful, surprised yelp as he easily slung her over his shoulder before throwing her, laughing, onto the bed. Jessie then climbed on the bed and pinned Thera down by her wrists. He grabbed his cock as Thera spread her legs.

“Wait, hold on,” Jessie said before proceeding. “I can’t get you pregnant, can I?”

Thera shook her head. “The sorceress who made this spell used to run a brothel. That’d be bad for business.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Jessie said before gently inserting himself in her waiting pussy. The both moaned, with Jessie pausing in disbelief before pushing into Thera gently. He grabbed her shapely hips and began thrusting, and Thera lay back on the bed. She wrapped her legs around him, gasping as he thrust into her with a steady motion. She clenched a hand, digging her nails into the muscles on his back, and Jessie peppered Thera’s chest and neck with kisses while continuing to fuck her.

He then sat up on his knees, grabbed Thera’s ankles and put her feet up high in the air, never breaking his pace. Thera’s tits bounced and her body moved with his thrusts. She reached up and touched his face, amazed that he looked exactly like Naomi, but with a broader jaw and more defined facial features.

Jessie grabbed Thera’s neck, applying very gentle pressure while continuing to plow her, and Thera whimpered and cried out.

“Five minutes,” Thera breathed.

“What?”

“Five minutes have passed,” Thera said.

“Shit...” Jessie said.

He pulled out and Thera yelped when he yanked her off the bed, flipped her over and put her up on her hands and knees. He then mounted her from behind, sliding in gently, grabbed her hips, and began fucking her in her shapely ass.

Thera cried out, feeling Jessie grab one of her tits as he fucked her. She then reached back, cupping his balls with one hand and Jessie slipped a hand under her and began fingering her while continuing to fuck her. Two fingers went inside the sorceress while the thumb played with her clit.

Jessie used his other hand and grabbed Thera gently around her neck, applying light pressure that made the sorceress moan as her tits swung back and forth with his motions. Jessie grunted, penetrating Thera in two different ways while playing with her clit, and he could feel her tightening around his fingers as she put her hand on top of his. He leaned in, kissing the side of her neck, sucking on the skin, and brushing the fingertips on his other hand down her delicate, brown skin.

The sounds of their breathing, panting, and moaning filled the room just as much as their combined body heat. They became lost in each other as the minutes counted down, and Thera fought back the mounting pleasure, trying to make this last as long as possible.

Jessie did the same, taking longer, slower strokes as he felt himself getting closer to climax. He continued fingering the sorceress and playing with her clit at the same time and, before long, he felt her body tense up.

Thera cried out as she released all over Jessie’s fingers and Jessie felt his balls tighten at the same time, and he pulled out Thera. He turned her around and shoved her onto her back before ejaculating all over her face and tits. Thera fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily, her tits slick.

Jessie took a deep breath himself and looked down at his flaccid penis, still dripping with cum. He then looked to the balcony in the bedroom, which overlooked the valley outside. “How much longer?” he asked.

“Four minutes,” Thera said between breaths.

 Jessie got up and ran for the balcony.

“What are you doing?” Thera asked.

“I want to know what it’s like to pee standing up!”

***

Outside the room, Rebecca pulled away from the slightly ajar door and looked at Lea.

“Thera’s got some dude in there,” the petite, green-skinned heroine reported. “He’s kinda hot.”

“What do you mean some dude?” Lea asked. “Where’d Naomi go?”

“I dunno,” Rebecca said. “Oh, maybe she went to go find Maddie?”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense,” Lea said. “Well, let’s stop being peeping weirdos.” Before Rebecca could say anything, Lea scooped her up in her big arms and whisked her away to one of the other bedrooms. Once through the door, Lea hurled Rebecca onto the bed with little effort.

Rebecca laughed and tried to get up, but the big woman pinned her down and straddled her narrow waist. Lea then removed her top, revealing her healthy, brown tits and body of sculpted muscle. When Rebecca tried to get up, Lea grabbed her by her wrists and held her down.

“Nuh uh, Bex,” Lea grinned. “You gotta fight your way out.”

Rebecca looked up at her teammate, a woman easily 3 times her size, and couldn’t budge against her immense strength. “And what if I can’t?”

“Then I….” Lea said, holding both her wrists with one hand while she pulled her t-shirt off above her head, revealing Rebecca’s, small, perky green tits. “...Get to do whatever I want.”

“...And if I can get out?”

“Then you,” Lea said, massaging one of Rebecca’s tits. “Get to do whatever you want to me.”

Rebecca simply smiled and Lea smiled back.

“So, you gonna fight?”

“Oooh, Lea….I’ve already won,” Rebecca teased.

Lea chuckled and then noticed the devious grin on her face. Rebecca nodded her head and Lea turned around. “Shit!”

A large green vine, moving with life of its own, grabbed Lea by her wrist. Before she could pull free, a second one appeared and grabbed her other wrist and they suspended the big woman in the air, snaking all the way back to Rebecca’s bag on the floor by the bedroom door.

“Your brought your seeds, Bex?!”

Rebecca grinned and nodded, sitting up and taking her shirt off all the way so she was topless.

“That’s cheating!”

Rebecca stood up on the bed and touched the side of Lea’s face. “I actually brought them to mess with Bonehead in case she annoyed me, but this is a good use too.”

Bombshell pulled against the plants, but even her immense strength wasn’t enough to get loose, especially since they kept her off the ground. 

Rebecca grabbed a meaty brown tit in her tiny hand and squeezed. She licked her lips and looked up at Lea.

“Yeah, you got me, Bex,” Lea admitted. “Savor it, because I’m putting that little green ass across my knee when I get out of this.”

Rebecca grinned and called another plant to lift her up after she took off her shorts and panties so she stood completely naked in front of Lea. She climbed onto Lea’s shoulder, putting her snatch in Lea’s face, and Rebecca grabbed the sides of her head as Lea began eating her out.

She wrapped her legs around the back of Lea’s neck, holding on tight while pulling the short, dark hair on the top of Lea’s otherwise shaved head. As she did that, she subconsciously commanded her plant to move more of its vines forward. They moved across the ground, coiling up and around Lea’s thick, brown legs as they hung in the air. They slid her shorts off and her panties before pulling her legs apart. Small vines then sprouted. One of them then slid into her pussy while the other penetrated her ass.

Lea let out a surprised, muffled moan into Rebecca’s pussy as Rebecca gasped as Lea’s tongue pushed in deeper. The dark green nipples on Rebecca’s A-cups were rock hard and she rocked back and forward with Lea making a meal of her snatch. She took several short, rapid breaths, her small tits heaving, before she looked down.

“Hey,” she said.

Lea pulled her head back, her chin slick while suppressing a groan from being double penetrated by the plants. “Yeah?”

“I’m gonna try something. I think you’ll like it.”

“What’s th- Ow!” Lea yelped when one of the vines binding her arms pricked her with a thorn that suddenly sprouted. She then looked up. “What was that?”

“I figured out how to a grow a plant that makes Bliss,” Rebecca said with a grin.

“Oh, you evil little…” Lea said before Rebecca grabbed her head and forced her face back into her snatch. Rebecca looked at a vine she had come near her. It sprouted a thorn and pricked her too, injecting her with a dose of its Bliss. The dose it used had to be big enough to affect someone Lea’s size quickly, so the effect was almost immediate for Rebecca.

She felt warm, the sensation of pleasure welling up and taking over. It continued mounting as Lea pushed her tongue in deeper, tasting Rebecca’s womanhood. Lea moaned, the plants that were fucking her taking longer strokes to draw out every last ounce of pleasure.

Both women were growing increasingly wet. The Bliss had clouded every thought either of them could muster except for the thought of the pleasure taking over their bodies. Rebecca cried out, her screams echoing on the tall walls of the bedroom. She took quick rapid breaths and looked up when the door crept open.

Thera poked her head in and looked up, and then quickly bowed out with an apologetic look.

Lea’s body bucked as the plants continued pumping her. Rebecca could feel herself coming close to the edge. She tightened her grip on Lea’s hair and Lea’s tongue penetrated her as deep as it could. Rebecca then felt herself release all over Lea’s face.

At the same time, Lea’s body trembled and she let out a prolonged moan as she came all over her legs. It fell in thick splatters on the floor, she shook, easing her oral on Rebecca, until it stopped and she pulled back. Her chin dripped, her eyes were glazed over, but her mouth curved into a smile as the two of them looked out each other and let out exhausted laughs.

Rebecca leaned forward, kissing Lea on the forehead before one of the vines grabbed her and lowered her gently to the floor. Rebecca then lay on her back to catch her breath as the vines let Lea go and put her down.

Lea took a few moments to collect herself before standing up with a grunt, her brown thighs still wet with her juices. She stood tall over Rebecca, who was still drained from the ordeal, and the smile on Rebecca’s face faded when she saw Lea grinning at her.

“And now you belong to me, little one,” Lea said to her.

Rebecca looked at her, barely able to move. “Gulp.”

Lea reached down and grabbed Rebecca by her hair, pulling her up with one hand and dragging her to the bed. She landed with a bounce and Lea stood over her with her hands on her shapely hips.

“Any chance for mercy?” Rebecca asked sheepishly.

Lea simply shook her head and Rebecca sighed as Lea squatted down and smothered her with her thighs.

***

Deep in the halls of the archives building, Madeline walked slowly, eyeing every shadow. She swore she heard whispers and felt eyes watching her. She had an orb of light hovering her hand while keeping alert, and then she saw movement.

The Entity emerged from the darkness, the bright grin never leaving its face as it approached Madeline and towered over her.

“Mother is angry with me,” it said.

Madeline shaped the ball of light into a shield and then called another with she made into a sword. “You’re no child of mine, monster!”

“I will make you see, Mother!” The Entity said before lunging at her.

VII

Somewhere in New Jersey

“What a dump,” Orla said, stepping out of the van and looking up at a rundown, dockside building. She looked in the back at the bound and restrained Daydream. “You better be right about this.”

“Would you like me to accompany you?” Slate asked from his seat, right across from Daydream right as Sloan walked up next to Orla.

“No, we’ll be fine. You and Umbra stay here with her. Honk if there’s trouble,” Orla told him before closing the door.

The sisters walked up to the door of the building and Orla knocked.

“It smells like fish…” Sloan complained.

The door opened and an older man, haggard and nearly toothless, poked his head out and looked at the sisters. “Whaddya want?!”

“Hi there,” Orla put on a fake smile. “We heard through the grapvine that you have a rather interesting specimen in your care. We want to make you an offer.”

“Go away!” the man said before trying to close the door. Sloan stopped it and pushed it open, knocking the old man back. She and Orla walked to see the room in disarray, with a TV showing a classic mob movie, a cot, a hotplate, stacks of canned food, and little else.

But in the corner was a massive fish tank, and inside the tank was a blue-green, scaly humanoid with a large fin down his back. He fixated his large, black eyes on the two and Sloan and Orla looked at each other and smiled.

“That’s what we’re here for,” Orla told him.

The old man looked at the sisters. “He’s not for sale. Not to a pair of coozes fresh off the street.”

“Aw,” Orla pouted. “What’s your name, sir?”

“The name’s Hollins. Al Hollins.”

“Well, Mr. Hollins, my name is Orla, this is my sister Sloan.”

“Sloan and Orla, eh? Those are a pair of strong Irish names,” Hollins said, stroking his beard and eyeing the two. “My daddy came to Ellis Island from Dublin back after the War. Hmm…”

“Our great grandfather came over from Belfast,” Orla told him.

Hollins considered them for a few more moments. “How’d you find me?”

“We have our ways, Mr. Hollins.”

“You girls with the government? Let me see some ID.”

“We aren’t, sir,” Orla said. “Private enterprise. And we really could use this creature you have.”

“Not happening. I caught him when I was fishin’ in the Hudson. The government’s gonna set me up for life when I sell him!”

Sloan turned at the sound of gunfire on the mob movie that was playing and then turned to see the fish-man fixated on the movie.

“Does he have a name?” Orla asked.

“I been callin’ him Lagoon. Like the Creature from the Black Lagoon.”

Orla smiled. “Mr. Hollins, my sister and I are prepared to offer you a substantial sum for...Lagoon.”

A smile crossed Hollins’ weathered face. “I don’t want your money, sugar tits. You can give me something else, healthy girl like you.”

Sloan started to step forward but Orla stopped her. “What would that be?”

Hollins got up with a toothless grin and rubbed his gnarled hands together. He walked over and began unbuttoning Orla’s blouse until pale D-cups restrained by a lace bra revealed themselves. He took the left tit out and began kneading the warm flesh. “Why don’t you and I go in back and discuss it, sweet thing. The skinny one can have a go when I’m done with ya,” he said, looking at Sloan.

Orla smiled at him and he smiled back. “An activity like that, I need my strength first,” Orla said. She looked to her side and saw stacks of canned food: meat, vegetables, and soup, and grabbed one. She then swung it around and hit Hollins in the side of his head.

The old man went down with a surprised and pitiful yelp and Orla stood over him after dropping the can and putting her tit back in.

“You pathetic worm,” she chastised while buttoning her blouse. “I offer you money and you want a quick lay instead? I guess we’re doing this the hard way and taking Lagoon.” She stalked behind Hollins as he crawled away. She then stepped on him and forced him to turn on his back. Orla then straddled him and began raining punches on his face.

As Orla pummeled Hollins, Sloan walked to a mini fridge and opened it. She found some water among the beer cans and grabbed a bottle. She then twisted the cap off and began drinking while walking to Lagoon’s tank.

“Hey.”

Sloan nearly choked and stared at Lagoon. “...You talk?”

“Yeah, I do, toots. Move. You’re in the way. This is the best part,” Lagoon said from inside his tank.

Sloan turned and looked at the mob movie. It was on a scene where a man in a trench coat was gunning down people at a party with a Tommy gun. She stepped to the left.

“Thank you,” Lagoon said.

Orla looked up when she heard Lagoon talk. He knuckles dripped red, there were flecks of blood on her face, and Hollins lay motionless under her. “Huh…he talks…Find a way to get him out of that tank, baby girl,” she said to Sloan before turning back around and wrapping her hands around Hollins’ throat.

***

The lights flipped on in a two-story industrial apartment somewhere in Manhattan’s Chelsea neighborhood and Lagoon took off the heavy cloak he was made to wear and whistled at the sight of a luxury apartment.

“Swanky. This your place?” he asked the sisters.

“For now,” Orla said. “Courtesy of a little man in an ugly suit.” She looked back and Slate pushed Daydream, who was strapped upright to a dolly, to another room. “There’s a private pool on the roof. Chlorine won’t kill you or anything, will it?”

“Nah,” Lagoon waved her off. “I’m fine on land as long as I ain’t in the desert or somewhere snowy. I can do any kind of water, too. Salt, fresh, chlorinated, it’s all good. What’s with the quiet chick with all that shit in her head?”

“It’s how we found you,” Sloan said. “She’s a psionic, so we used her powers.”

“Oh...I felt a weird tinge in my mind a couple days ago. That was you?”

“Yes,” Orla said.

“Well thank the gods of the deep for that. Thought I was having a stroke or something,” Lagoon said, laughing. “Anyway, I’m gonna raid the fridge and then take a dip. Later.” He then walked off.

“Hmm. I like him,” Orla said.

“Umm...Dr. Adams?”

Orla turned to see Umbra standing with her and Sloan.

“Are we finished for the night?”

“Yes, Umbra. Get some rest. We’ll need you to assume Preston’s form tomorrow and start cleaning out his other safehouses. I don’t think we’ll be staying in New York much longer,” Orla said.

Umbra nodded and walked off.

Slate walked out of the backroom and gave a nod to the sisters before heading off to the room he shared with Umbra and the sisters walked into the backroom. Daydream was hooked into an elaborate computer terminal with a map of the city and several dots glowing showing various superhumans, their names, and a quick rundown of their powers.

“Do you think we should go after any others?” Orla asked.

“Honestly, no,” Sloan answered. “It might draw too much attention. “Slate still needs to thin out Preston’s associates so they don’t come looking for us, and it’s only a matter of time before someone finds Hollis. We should indeed leave soon.”

“Hmm…” Orla said. “All right. It’s too bad, I could have seen myself staying here. I’m gonna miss the restaurants. Where too next then?”

“I say Star City,” Sloan answered. “There’s a team of female heroes there called the Battalion. They’re new, but formidable. We need to see how Slate and Lagoon do against them, plus I’m sure there are some people we can recruit.”

“Huh…” Orla said. “I was hoping you’d say Fortune City. I’ve always wanted to go.”

“We aren’t on vacation, Orla…”

“I know, I know...Okay, Star City. Let’s grab some dinner from the pizza place downstairs. We can strategize while we eat and…”

The screen on the computer terminal glitched, catching their attention and when it corrected, a shadowy  figure filled the screen.

“The Adams sisters, before my eyes…” the figure spoke in a modulated voice.

They both backed up and looked at each other.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m a friend.”

“Identify yourself,” Sloan demanded.

“My name is not important. I am an admirer. I’ve been watching you for some time now. I became so fascinated with what you two were doing that I traced your history all the way back to Somerland all those years ago. Amplifying Daydream’s psionic powers to find other superhumans, brilliant.”

“We’re building something here,” Orla said. “These...people...if you can call them that, are tools to be used.”

“I agree,” the figure said. “Which is why I am approaching you like this. I would like to help you.”

“Oh?” Orla asked.

“Indeed. You two are intelligent and driven, but you are limited in what you can do because you lack resources. Grandpa Rowen’s inheritance only carried you so far, and the late Mr. Preston’s assets will be the same story. Allow me to give you some seed money. Check your bank account.”

Orla turned to Sloan, who went to a laptop on a desk and pulled up a bank account. Sloan paused and looked up. “We just got a transfer of 3 million dollars…”

Orla’s eyes went wide and she looked from her sister to the figure on the screen.

“A small taste,” the figure said. “Our goals are aligned, and I would like to help you. Think of me as a Silent Partner in your endeavors to bring the superhuman menace to heel.”

The sisters looked at each other and then at the Silent Partner.

“We do this our way,” Orla said.

“Of course. I am but the money and the counsel,” The Silent Partner said. “If I may make a suggestion, your project needs a name.”

“And you have one in mind?” Sloan asked.

“Are you ladies familiar with the concept of the Panopticon?”

“A system where people are being watched without their knowledge…” Sloan said.

“Yes,” the Silent Partner said. “What you are doing reminds me of that. Your goal is to protect society from these superhumans using your own. Your enemy has no idea they are being watched and targeted until you strike. I think it’s poetic.”

“I like it,” Orla shrugged. Sloan nodded.

“Excellent. Additionally, I have a suggestion.”

“What?” Orla asked.

“I have your hideout bugged. I heard you conversation regarding your plans. You should not go to Star City.”

The sisters looked at each other and then the screen.

“Slate is formidable, as is Lagoon. The superpowered criminal element in Star City is as well, but they will not be as welcoming to outsiders, and those two alone will be defeated by the Battalion fairly easily. There is an easier place for the two of you to entrench yourselves.”

“Where?” Sloan asked.

“Delta City.”

“Ugh!” Orla groaned. “Fucking Florida?!”

The Silent Partner chuckled. “Trust me, Orla. You will come to like it. Should you take my suggestion, I will have further instructions when you arrive.” His image then vanished from the screen.

Sloan looked at her sister. “I’ve been doing some reading. There is an usually high concentration of superhumans there. He may be right.”

“Ugh…” Orla groaned. “Fine. We’ll leave in a few days, after Slate and Umbra finish up here.” She then sighed. “I’m gonna go get that pizza...Florida…” she grumbled and walked off.

Next: Destination: Delta City