The Spores Gambit

I was asked for another Ms Americana fanfic. Ask and ye shall receive! Special Agent Quentin Sullivan, Hoodoo Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau and Special Agent Chris Townshend are my OC’s; all of the other characters mentioned in this story were created by Mr. X.

Comments? Feedback? Drop me a line at comix.fana@gmail.com

Chapter 1

Rock bottom

Pain, unforgiving and cruel, pain so intense that the blood circulating through the veins and arteries is torture; so torturous that only a coma could temporarily relieve it.

"…rattle… rattle…sha-ka-ree, sha-ka-raa…rattle…rattle…"

Random images spinning into a wild helter-skelter swirl, images of a beloved woman, her attractive girlfriends, a reliable old friend; and random feelings thrown in for good measure, feelings of love, attraction, lust and friendship, marred by feelings of betrayal, sadness, nausea and pain, pain, pain…

"…rattle…rattle…ra-ka-shee, ra-ka-shaa…rattle…rattle…"

Odd sensation of a fine dust against the face, smell of incense, candle wax, honey and ginger, gradual relief of nausea; pain slowly turning to numbness…

"…rattle…rattle…ka-sha-ree, ka-sha-raa…rattle…rattle…"

Sound of voices, familiar voices talking gibberish; rattling noises, sensation of more dust on the face…

Special Agent Quentin Sullivan bolted awake with a loud gasp, sitting up, nearly butting heads with Hexanna and Hoodoo Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau. He lay back down, with a puzzled expression on his face, staring at the ceiling.

"Whoa, yo’ be careful there big guy, simmeh down!" Réjeanne exclaimed.

"It worked Réjeanne, your spell healed Sully!" Hexanna said; with a relieved smile on her lips.

"You had doubts petite? A small concussion is chile play for ole Réjeanne!" Réjeanne said; with a smug smirk.

They turned their attention to Sullivan, who looked at them nonplussed; his hair was messy and oily, his clothes were dirty and crumpled and his five o’clock shadow was several days old.

"Okay…the usual questions; where am I, what happened…and why am I feeling so pissed off?" Quentin asked, massaging his temples with his left hand.

Hexanna and Réjeanne chuckled.

"Where yo’ at is my shack in da swamp; right now, it be the only safe place for ya …" Réjeanne said.

Quentin shot her a curious frown.

"The rest will need some explaining, you took a nasty blow to the head, and your memory may be a bit fuzzy." Hexanna said.

"Understatement of the year Hexanna…well then, lay it on me ladies." Quentin said.

Hexanna and Réjeanne looked at each other with a sigh.

"Let me see…it started right after you joined Professor Whirter and Got Gal as they were welding Dragon Queen’s Lab shut…do you remember Dragon Queen’s monster plant?" Hexanna said.

"Vividly…I also remember knocking the old fart on his ass for not making sure Brenda had actually made it out safely…Got Gal thought I’d lost my mind." Quentin said; looking irate.

Hexanna nodded, smiling, glad that Quentin’s memory seemed to be at least partially intact.

"After knocking him down, you radioed me to come over ASAP…I used my magic to appear there, used it again to get you inside the Lab while all doors were welded shut; and then brought you back out with Ms Americana." Hexanna said.

Réjeanne looked intensely into Quentin’s face, trying to read what was going through his mind. She could read a lot of anger, worry and fear.

"An’ knowin’ Sully he ain’t ‘fraid for ‘imself either…he be worried sick about Ms Americana…he love dat Brenda Wade so much…lucky big-titted vamp!" Réjeanne thought, privately.

"Then, Whirter got back to his feet, apologized profusely when he realized he’d given the order to weld the doors while Ms Americana was still in there… then he used his Sonic Disrupter to destroy whatever that monster plant may have left in her womb…still doesn’t explain how and why how I got here, or why Réjeanne said it was the only place I could be safe?" Quentin asked.

"She be gettin’ to dat Sully; stop interruptin’ an’ give da girl a chance to talk!" Réjeanne said; rolling her eyes.

"I apologize…please continue Hexanna." Quentin said.

"I’m no botanist, but as far as I can tell; that monster plant didn’t only rely on human-like intercourse as its means of reproduction. Dragon Queen’s bioengineering had still left some vegetal remnants to the monster plant’s reproductive system. It still produced spores…" Hexanna said.

Quentin sat up, giving Hexanna a concerned look.

"Said spores were likely released as the monster plant was having intercourse with Brenda and covered her from head to toes with the stuff…" Quentin said; pensively.

Hexanna nodded.

"We all went to check on Ms Americana at the Infirmary before she had a chance to shower or change. The spores had been detected by the Professor, but were determined to be harmless…" Hexanna said.

"Surprise, surprise…dumb old fart…" Quentin mumbled under his breath.

Réjeanne swatted him on the shoulder with a disapproving look on her face.

"What? The spores were obviously genetically engineered and he assumed they were harmless! No wonder I feel so pissed off!" Quentin said.

"He’s right Réjeanne, professor Whirter made a critical error. The spores must have infected the rest of the She-Legion at that point. My Hexx Staff kept me safe, and Sully’s immune system must have been stronger since he only started to show symptoms after I rescued him." Hexanna said.

"Symptoms, what symptoms?" Quentin asked.

"Increasingly strange behavior, which became noticeable soon after Agent Townshend and you were called away for that conference in Washington." Hexanna said, frowning.

"You mean to tell me good ole’ Sully was misbehaven’?" Réjeanne asked.

"Nowhere as bad as the She-Legion did…brash, nonchalant, smug, complacent…" Hexanna said.

"You mean that they had reverted to their old bad habits?" Quentin asked, unable to repress a smirk.

"Worse Sully; it had gotten to the point where the Medias were screaming that the She-Legion was in cahoots with the criminals!" Hexanna said, arching her eyebrows.

"Damn…why can’t I remember any of this?" Quentin wondered aloud.

"I’m getting to that…upon your return to Delta City, you questioned Brenda about it…she became physically violent…now here we are." Hexanna said.

"I remember… vaguely…she…the bitch kicked me in the head didn’t she? How did you get to me Hexanna?" Quentin asked.

"She’s still the woman you love Sully, don’t be so hard on her… I had this premonition that something bad was about to happen…and it involved Brenda and you. I used my magic to get to your current location and it led me to Brenda Wade’s second residence." Hexanna said.

"Yes, it’s coming back to me…Brenda was acting aloof…not exactly defensive but dancing around the topic…then out of nowhere, roundhouse Karate kick to the side of the head…went down like a rock, never saw it coming!" Quentin said.

"When I got there, I found her standing over your unconscious body with a confused look on her face…as if she no longer knew who you were. I produced a flash bolt to temporarily blind her and used my magic to bring you to safety." Hexanna said.

"Yes…I was semi-conscious…and…did you…I have this vague memory of you…giving me a blow-job?" Quentin asked.

Hexanna blushed as Réjeanne Boudreau stared at her with her eyebrows arched.

"Guilty as charged…we were hidden in Limbo for a few hours as my mind was racing to find a perfect hiding place on Earth…you see; we wouldn’t have been able to regroup from Limbo." Hexanna explained.

"So you decided to come ’ere…good choice petite; but why da blow-job on Sully?" Réjeanne Boudreau asked.

"In Sully’s half-conscious state, the spores were taking over his body rather fast. My spells weren’t working; so out of desperation, I hoped that an endorphin release might help his body fight the spores, and I was right. I indulged in a bit of little Sully…I’ll apologize to Ms Americana once we have cured the She-Legion Sully, I promise…" Hexanna said; flustered.

"Well, I just hope I tasted clean down there…" Quentin said; smirking.

"You tasted fine…I’m not complaining…but I feel like I breached Ms Americana’s trust though…" Hexanna said, looking sheepish.

"You did what you had to do petite, it worked an’ Sully’s okay." Réjeanne Boudreau said.

"She’s right Hexanna you did what needed to be done. Now I can’t shake this gut-feeling that this was Dragon Queen’s plan all along…" Quentin said.

"What do you mean?" Hexanna asked.

"Oh I’m sure that humiliating as many She-Legionnaires as possible was part of it; but infecting the entire She-Legion with those mind-altering spores …if I were a betting man, I’d say that was her plan from the get-go." Quentin said.

"Crafty petite beyotch dat Dragon Queen…she was arrested wasn’t she?" Réjeanne asked.

"Yes, in a High Security isolation Cell at the State Prison. I need to interrogate her…she must have a contingency plan if her creation turned on her, like Pervo did with the Aberration." Quentin said.

"Gettin’ ya there’ll take some doin’ mon ami…members of da She-Legion ‘been hoverin’ ‘round Bayou County like a bunch of blue flies over a fresh pile of cow patty…" Réjeanne said.

In spite of the dire circumstances, Quentin and Hexanna laughed good-heartedly. A sudden gust of wind blew through the shack’s open windows, and the glass wind chimes hanging from the porch jangled delicately. Réjeanne stood up and walked out to her porch, looking perplexed.

"What’s wrong Réjeanne?" Hexanna asked.

"Somethin’ bad ‘bout to happen petite…my protection spell may be messin’ with yo’ ESP…da She-Legion copters no longer be hoverin’ ‘round…" Réjeanne said; looking up at the sky.

She walked back in, looking concerned as Quentin got back to his feet with Hexanna’s help.

"Since they mean us ill-will, they can’t get to us thanks to your protection spell…which means…" Hexanna said.

"…which means that the next part of Dragon Queen’s master plan must be in effect…first, rape and humiliate as many She-Legionnaires as possible: Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Wolf Woman and Ms Americana…then mind-control the whole Legion.." Quentin said; running his fingers through his oily hair.

He looked at Réjeanne as she was getting water from her indoor manual well-pump, into a small cauldron.

"I realize that Dragon Queen is highly intelligent; but really? You believe that she intended to use the She-Legion as her slaves from the start?" Hexanna asked; incredulous.

"Oh make no mistake about it Hexanna, the messed up She-Legion assignments were nothing but a trial run for Dragon Queen’s master plan. Soon enough, the She-Legion turned on anyone posing a threat to that female Genghis Khan – namely us. I think our friend Réjeanne is about to help us find out what’s Dragon Queen’s next move!" Quentin said; as Réjeanne hung the cauldron of water into the hearth.

"Ya know me well Sully! Hexanna, pass me dat jar on da table? Da rusty ole Coffee jar?" Réjeanne asked; as she tossed a few logs under the cauldron.

Hexanna complied, smiling, as Réjeanne lit up a match and started a fire underneath the cauldron.

"A seeing-eye cauldron? That ritual is a disappearing art, my old teacher, High Priestess Genevieve, told me a lot about it…she unfortunately passed away before she could teach me!" Hexanna said.

"Yes, Madame Genevieve and I were good friends, I wept when she passed…now pay close attention petite, I’ll show ya." Réjeanne said; as Hexanna handed her the jar.

"Grated mandragore root…just a pinch when da water get all bubbly…" Réjeanne said.

The fire caught on quickly, heating up the water. Réjeanne opened the jar and with the long fingernail of her right hand pinky; tossed in a pinch of mandragore root to the simmering water. She closed the jar and handed it back to Hexanna who returned it to the table. Réjeanne then grabbed a metal salt shaker from the hearth’s mantle; giggling.

"I call dis my perlinpimpin powder…bit of a French Cajun humor petite… ‘Poudre de perlinpimpin’ is a French esspression for a miracle medicine dat don’t work…dis powder is made wit crushed Mary Jane buds, alder ash and a bit of dried swamp mud…won’t do much on it’s own, but mixed wit mandragore root or as part of a mojo powder…very effective!" Réjeanne said; her happy grin making her appear several years younger.

She shook her perlinpimpin powder liberally in the bubbling mandragore-spiked water. A thick, gray vapor emanated from the cauldron, slowly filling the room. She mumbled an incantation that only Hexanna could understand. The vapor soon engulfed the entire shack. Quentin, Hexanna and Réjeanne inhaled deeply and went into a trance.

In their heightened state of awareness, they shared a vision.

"State-Prison…She-Legion…Dragon Queen…Oh no…"

Chapter 2

A Fortress by Any Other Name

"As I have told you several times Warden, stone walls do not a prison make. There is a reason that Richard Lovelace is my favorite poet you see." Dragon Queen said; in a happy, conversational tone.

Dressed in her orange inmate’s jumpsuit and sitting comfortably in the Warden’s Office chair; Dragon Queen had effectively taken over the High Security State Prison for Women. Standing before her was Warden Francis Jones, flanked by Ms Americana and Got Gal.

"The reports were true…the She-Legion is in cahoots with the criminals…specifically with Dragon Queen…" Warden Jones thought, trying to hide the anxiety he felt.

"Enjoy your triumph while you can you trampy tart; your Ninjas have been deprogrammed and are being rehabilitated by the Feds, this little uprising of yours will backfire soon enough!" Warden Jones said aloud; putting up a brave front.

Dragon Queen threw her head back, laughing heartily.

"Resorting to name-calling like a child; how deliciously immature of you Warden Jones! Open your eyes; you are flanked by Ms Americana and Got Gal! The entire She-Legion is at my beck and call, assuring that the prison guards are behaving themselves in their cells and that the freed female inmates are kept at bay! I’m in charge now!" Dragon Queen said; with an icy stare.

"The State will not pay any ransom for my release or that of the guards; you are wasting your time." Warden Jones said.

Dragon Queen shook her head in disbelief, shaken with more laughter.

"You…you…seriously think this is about ransom money?" Dragon Queen said, wiping her eyes.

"Then I don’t understand…" Warden Jones said.

"Big surprise; dense, just like a man…I have enough money invested in trusts and cartels around the world to put any ransom demand to shame; unfortunately, most of them are frozen…no thanks to my currently mindless bimbo army and to a certain FBI agent that has made my life miserable since he’s been assigned to Delta City." Dragon Queen said; rolling her eyes.

"Currently mindless…you mean to tell me they’re not in cahoots with you?" Warden Jones said.

"Bright boy, not very swift, but you finally figured out I’m controlling their puny minds!" Dragon Queen said; with a grin that made her usually pretty face look frighteningly ugly.

"Then why stay here? You could escape with your…mindless army and get your money the hard way!" Warden Jones said.

"I could, but I won’t. Unfortunately, accidents do happen dear Warden, and my She-Legion would be useless to me after a few rounds of M-16. However, demonstrating the extent of my powers from within the walls of this prison… now there’s a demonstration of power that will have the most stubborn Governments pissing their collective pants." Dragon Queen added; gloating.

"Not the ‘I will conquer the world and bring the New World Order in their chaos’ speech? I’m disappointed…" Warden Jones said; grinning.

Dragon Queen’s facial expression went from one of gloating satisfaction to one of pure fury.

"Ms Americana, slap the grin off of Warden Jones’ face!" Dragon Queen commanded.

Without saying a word, Ms Americana complied. The slap knocked Warden Jones to the floor, blood trickling from his mouth.

"Ms Americana, Got Gal, pick that dirt bag up." Dragon Queen ordered again.

They bent over; their massive breasts hanging down heavily as they effortlessly picked up Warden Jones from the floor, nipples nearly becoming exposed from their bikini tops.

"You’re my insurance policy should a few undesirables decide to get involved in my business, but don’t test my patience Jonesy." Dragon Queen hissed.

"So there are people who can oppose you!" Warden Jones said; feeling a glimmer of hope.

Dragon Queen waved her hand dismissively at that statement.

"You’ve seen firsthand how the virtuous Ms Americana just slapped the taste out of your mouth without any hesitation. The same weapon that turned the She-Legion into my slaves can be unleashed upon those Governments who oppose me and hold onto my money. And yeah…once those bureaucrats have become my mindless slaves; I would be taking over their countries if not the whole world now wouldn’t I?" Dragon Queen said; looking smug.

"If you expect me to say ‘you’re not going to get away with this’, forget it! Many criminals have had Master Plans just like you; and all of them have failed miserably. Besides, your secret weapon’s out there and you’re in here." Warden Jones said; flatly.

"They’re not me, and I am a very resourceful girl Jonesy…ladies, take him to isolation and lock him up. Then join the others on surveillance detail." Dragon Queen said.

Ms Americana and Got Gal each grabbed Warden Jones by an arm and escorted him outside of the office that once was his. Dragon Queen turned her attention to the Warden’s computer. She began a Web search and smiled.

"Good…my little coup has made the news. The FBI is about to send in negotiators …I have a special video podcast in store for them…the only wild cards are Special Agent Sullivan and Hexanna, but I seriously doubt they’ll risk hurting their She-Legion colleagues." Dragon Queen thought; with a mischievous smirk.

She pressed the Intercom button on the desk.

"Special Agent Townshend, Flag Girl and Night Raven, please report to the Warden’s Office." Dragon Queen ordered.

"I’m dead meat if the spores wear off anytime soon…but as long as their effect lasts, I’m gonna give the FBI and those World Leaders who’re holding onto my money a demonstration they won’t soon forget. Too bad the mother plant is likely dead form lack of light, oxygen and water…but I’m a gambling woman; what they don’t know can’t hurt me…" Dragon Queen thought, awaiting the peons of the next act of her charade.

A few moments later, Townshend, Flag Girl and Night Raven silently walked in the Warden’s Office. They stood in front of the desk, awaiting instructions. Dragon Queen turned the Webcam towards them and began recording her video podcast.

"Hello people in Cyber land, welcome to this video podcast. Dragon Queen speaking, live from the High Security Prison for Women in the Great State of Connecticut…standing before you, are She-Legion sidekicks Flag Girl and Night Raven, along with FBI Special Agent Chris Townshend." Dragon Queen said; smirking.

"One might wonder why are they just standing there so obediently with that clueless look on their faces? The answer is simple: a few weeks ago, the entire She-Legion was exposed to my latest mind-control weapon. Agent Townshend just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time." Dragon Queen continued.

"So complete is my control over them, that the She-Legion assisted me with the take-over of this Prison. But don’t take my word for it, after all, a small demonstration would be worth a thousand words…ladies, your Queen orders you to expose your gorgeous bodies." Dragon Queen said.

Flag Girl reached behind her, unclasping her top, dropping it to the floor; exposing her firm, perky C-cuppers. Night Raven reached behind her back, grasping for that hidden zipper that kept her bodysuit tight against her fit, buxom body.

She pulled the zipper down and her bodysuit slid down to her booted ankles without any effort; her natural D-Cuppers exposed for all to see. Flag Girl dropped her bottom; revealing a shaved pubis, while Night Raven let her panties slide down her shapely legs, joining her bodysuit on the floor, revealing her preference for a neatly trimmed bikini shave.

"Sexy, aren’t they Agent Townshend? But what’s this, you don’t look too impressed! Ladies, how about making use of the small leather couch Warden Jones uses for his cat naps? Perhaps a nice 69 might pique Agent Townshend’s curiosity?" Dragon Queen said; grinning, feeling her pussy getting wet.

Flag Girl lay on her back and Night Raven lay on top of her, faces in each other’s crotch. Obediently, their tongues began licking the other’s pussy, without much conviction or making any pleasured sounds, save for some heavy breathing.

"Ah, I can see by the bulge in your pants that the show is beginning to excite you Agent Townshend! Go ahead, join in, release that boner of yours and fuck Night Raven’s ass!" Dragon Queen ordered.

With a look of mixed arousal and confusion, Townshend pulled his zipper down and pulled his throbbing cock out of his briefs. He walked towards the couch and stood near its right side; directly behind Night Raven. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer, breaking the contact of Flag Girl’s tongue against her clit.

Without any lubrication, he obediently slid his cock into Night Raven’s dry anus, making her scream in pain. He began rocking his hips back and forth, ignoring the sore, burning sensation of his shaft and oblivious to Night Raven’s screams of painful protest.

"There you have it folks, they won’t stop until I command them to, or until Townshend shoots his load up her ass. That is how effective my mind control weapon is; and unless my demands are met, that weapon will be released in populated areas around the world." Dragon Queen said, then pausing for dramatic effect, allowing the audience to witness the sordid threesome a few moments longer.

She then turned the Webcam towards her.

"Firstly, I want all of my funds currently frozen in Holdings and Cartels to be released and at my disposal effective immediately. Secondly…let me address Special Agent Quentin Sullivan and Hexanna personally. If you know what’s good for you; keep away. While you would do nothing to harm your friends of the She-Legion; they on the other hand will not hesitate to kill you at my command." Dragon Queen said; as Night Raven’s screams of pain could still be heard in the background.

She hit the enter button to end the podcast, Night Raven still screaming in pain in the background.

"And cut…Townshend, blow your load already; her screams are giving me a headache!" Dragon Queen said, massaging her temples.

Obediently, Special Agent Townshend gave Night Raven’s ass one final thrust, a subdued stream of jizm coming out of his cock rather than a powerful orgasm.

"What…what…sleep…cock exposed…shrinking out of a tight female ass…stay asleep…not Dana’s ass, what gives…obey your Queen… Dana’s face below licking that girl’s pussy, what the…no thinking…" Townshend disjointedly thought, as his cock slid out of Night Raven’s ass, the minute endorphin release in his blood stream allowing his mind to struggle with the spores.

Dragon Queen stood up and unzipped her inmate’s jumper suit; glad that she had decided to go commando that day and to only wear slippers on her feet. Naked, she stepped in front of the desk.

"Night Raven and Flag Girl, get up from that couch. Flag Girl, kneel before your Queen and eat her pussy; Night Raven, kneel behind your Queen and lick her asshole. Townshend, put that thing back in your pants and come next to me…suck my tits. That little demonstration has made your Queen very horny…" Dragon Queen said; smirking as her flesh puppets complied.

"Go to your Queen and suck her luscious nipples; pleasure her…no…not that…Dana’s my girlfriend…I love her…no thinking, obey your Queen…" went through Townshend’s mind as it still struggled against the spores.

Townshend obediently wrapped his mouth around Dragon Queen’s left nipple. She tilted her head back, reveling in the sweet sensations that her flesh puppets were providing her.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Bayou County, Special Agent Sullivan was pacing back and forth as Hoodoo Priestess Réjeanne Boudreau and Hexanna shared a cup of herbal tea.

"Sit down Sully; yo wear down a groove in da floor!" Réjeanne said, raising her cup to her lips.

"The pacing helps me concentrate…how can the two of you take a tea break at a time like this? I don’t get you gals…" Quentin said; with a disapproving frown.

Hexanna shook her head, rolling her eyes.

"This tea break, as you so sarcastically call it, is an important part of the seeing eye cauldron ritual. This herbal tea washes any remnants of the mist from our minds and bodies, allowing us to think with a clear head." Hexanna said in a reproachful tone.

Quentin stopped in his tracks, looking sheepish.

"Of course, I apologize…the gravity of this situation is making me crabbier than usual…please ignore the grouch…" Quentin said, resuming his pacing.

"Ain’t he cute when he ‘pologizes?" Réjeanne said; offering Hexanna a discreet wink.

"Cute as a big life-size Teddy-bear Réjeanne, Brenda must have a hard time staying mad at him!" Hexanna added, grinning, then covered her mouth with her right hand; realizing that brining up Ms Americana was not the greatest idea given the circumstances.

They looked at him, wondering how he would react.

"You’d be surprised…God I need a shower and clean clothes…according to the seeing eye cauldron; the entire She-Legion has converged to the State Prison and helped Dragon Queen to take over…which means that She-Legion headquarters are currently deserted…" Quentin said; thinking aloud.

Hexanna’s eyes widened.

"Thank the gods and goddesses that you’re a thinking man Sully! Réjeanne…how easy would it be to cast a protection spell on the She-Legion headquarters once we’ve secured them?" Hexanna said.

"Easy as pie petite…I don’t like leaving my shack in da swamp but I suh’ can make an exception in dis case!" Réjeanne said, with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Good…Hexanna can you transport us there? Once the premises are secure and protected I can use the HQ Gym’s showers to wash up…and change into clean clothes. I’m glad I followed Brenda’s suggestion and left a change of clothes in my locker ‘in case of emergency’…" Quentin said, pensively.

Chapter 3

Damage Control

Quietly, Sullivan, Hexanna and Réjeanne Boudreau appeared into She-Legion’s Control Room. As the coast was clear, Sullivan walked towards to monitoring console. He sat down and pressed a few buttons.

"Life signs scan only reveals one individual other than ourselves, on level 4…"Quentin mumbled.

"That’s the Lab level…I’m curious though, why did you insist we appear here and not in the boardroom? It has the same equipment…"Hexanna said.

Réjeanne crossed her arms, repressing a shiver. All of the technology surrounding them made her feel uncomfortable.

"But Sully’s my friend; my Good Samaritain…I owe him this many times over…" She thought; privately.

"The Control Room is secluded and was the least likely to be occupied, should any of our mind-controlled friends still be lurking around." Sully said; activating the Lab’s security camera.

"Elementary…you are a thinking man…as much as a man of action. I see why Ms Americana…Brenda so eagerly recommended you as our FBI Contact and consultant…we’ve become so reliant on the boardroom equipment that we almost forgot that we had a Control Room in the first place!" Hexanna said; giving Quentin a look of admiration, smiling.

"Careful Hexanna…he’s still Ms Americana’s lover…stop behaving like a love-struck teen…" Hexanna thought; blushing, happy that Quentin had his back turned to her.

"Looks like Dragon Queen still managed to outsmart us, in spite of my being a thinking man as you say…well, well…Professor Whirter is our intruder…walking around aimlessly in the Lab, like a Zombie." Quentin said.

"He be a hansom gent…Hexanna, y’say da endorphin release help Sully fight da spores?" Réjeanne asked, with a mischievous smirk.

Hexanna looked at her gape-mouthed, not knowing what to respond. While Réjeanne Boudreau was an attractive older woman, well entitled to a healthy sex life…the thought of a revered Hoodoo Priestess such as Réjeanne Boudreau having sex with that nerdy brainiac Whirter struck her as rather creepy.

"Réjeanne, you’re not seriously considering…" Quentin said; frowning.

"What? Y’think da furnace goes out wit da grey hair? Dat a woman’s needs juss stop?" Réjeanne said; fists on her hips, eyebrows arched in mock annoyance.

"I’m not suggesting any such thing. But you’re my friend Réjeanne Boudreau, and Whirter is under the influence of mind-controlling spores. There’s no telling how he’d react if he was to be approached by anyone other than Dragon Queen. I’d really hate to see you hurt or killed." Quentin said; looking over his shoulder at her.

She chuckled, amused by the fact that he didn’t realize she wasn’t really mad at him. She stepped closer to him, put her arms around him and kissed him in the back of the head. Hexanna looked on, feeling a hint of jealousy at the scene but dismissing the emotion almost immediately.

"Get a frigging grip Hexie…he’s a friend and colleague, nothing more. And he’s known Réjeanne for years; they almost have a mother-son bond between them…and I still have to justify my own actions to Brenda once this whole mess is sorted…" Hexanna thought, shaking her head.

"As usual youze a sweetheart Sully, no worries about Réjeanne gettin’ hurt; y’know I gots many tricks up mah sleeve!" Réjeanne said; releasing her hug.

"All the same chère, please be careful." Sully said.

"Mon ami, in mah day I had mah share of gentlemen friends; rumoh has it dat Miss Réjeanne she even set a few homos straight on a good night! He be putty in mah hands I promise!" Réjeanne said; with a wink.

She pulled a small pouch from the bag slung around her shoulder. She opened it, reached in and tossed a handful of that special mojo powder in the air.

"Protectorat…entrées et sorties…toit et fondations…murs et plafonds…protectorat…amis bienvenus ennemis malvenus…protectorat…protectorat…protectorat…" Réjeanne recited in a near whisper; casting her protection spell.

She inhaled deeply and the expression on her face was one of deep satisfaction.

"Da building she’s secure mes amis, if anyone means us any harm, dey can’t come in. And any unwanted visitor already inside, dey become real docile-like!" She said, smiling.

"Well done Réjeanne, now let’s have a look at News-Net…I wonder what the status is at the State Prison…" Quentin said; logging onto the Internet and performing a quick search.

Dragon Queen’s Podcast was on top of the search results; going viral.

"Oh SHIT…" Quentin cursed, apprehensively opening the link.

They observed, transfixed, as Dragon Queen used their friends as sex puppets. They felt a mixture of anger, disgust and helplessness at Night Raven’s screams of pain as Townshend obediently raped her ass with a blank expression on his face.

Dragon Queen’s warning sent a chill down their spines: "While you would do nothing to harm your friends of the She-Legion; they on the other hand will not hesitate to kill you at my command". Quentin turned his chair around to face his friends.

"We need to figure out a way to deliver a…mass brainwave stimulus to trigger the biggest endorphin spike since the days of Greco-Roman Orgies…we’ll need Whirter’s help…Réjeanne, if you still intend on trying to…heal him, please keep in mind that the spores have been in his system for a while…" Quentin said.

"Wouldn’t that give his immune system more time to fight them off? The spores only started to have an effect on you after Brenda knocked you semi-unconscious. I have a feeling that those spores were meant to infect women, not men. It may affect men when they’re either unconscious or have a weakened immune system…but it might not have been the intended effect." Hexanna said.

"Logical, but how does that explain Whirter and Townshend?" Quentin asked, frowning.

"Whirter is an older gentleman; his immune system isn’t as strong. And if Townshend and Dana did have the Sex and Tequila romp Dana was so eagerly anticipating upon his return from Washington…too much Tequila can knock you half-unconscious as fast as a kick to the head, and the spores may have been too virulent at that point for an endorphin spike to fight them off." Hexanna said; with a smug pout.

"Makes sense…smart girl ain’t she Réjeanne? Very well then, Hexanna, take Réjeanne to the Lab and be careful…" Quentin said.

"No worries mon ami, da protection spell in full swing, he won’t hurt me. And ole Réjeanne could use a bit of ‘man touch’ if ya get mah drift!" Réjeanne said, with a wink.

"I’ll switch this security camera off to give you some privacy. Still, stick around the Lab entrance Hexanna, just in case?" Quentin said, switching the camera off.

"I will, now why don’t you head downstairs to the She-Legion Gym? You’re due for a shower, a shave and some clean clothes." Hexanna said.

"Amen to that…" Quentin said, standing up from his chair.

They exited the Control Room, Quentin towards the Gym level, Hexanna and Réjeanne towards the Lab level.

Chapter 4

Precuneus stimuli

Quentin stepped into the locker room, chuckling at the thought that this once female-exclusive Gym and locker room had become co-ed; just for him. While Chris Townshend had become a frequent collaborator, Quentin was an official She-Legion consultant and had become their ad hoc coordinator.

He stripped naked, tossing his dirty clothes into the common hamper, and walked to the showers.

"The lesbian orgies that may have happened within those hallowed shower walls make me shiver…hot-bodied She-Legionnaires relieving each-others’ daily stresses through sexual healing…yeah, right...still, a guy can dream…" Quentin thought, repressing a chuckle.

The shower sensors scanned him, taking his body temperature, calculating the optimal water temperature for a relaxing, comfortable shower. The water streams started automatically as he walked under the showerheads.

" I mean, until I came back into the picture, Brenda didn’t even realize that orgasms from consensual sex as opposed to rape actually powered her up faster rather than de-powering her; so sex was off the table for her until I showed up…" Quentin thought; the water coursing down his body feeling like a little piece of Heaven on Earth.

He sighed, feeling frustrated. The fact that in spite of all of their powers, Ms Americana and friends still managed to be outsmarted, sexually assaulted and humiliated upset him deeply.

Agreed, since implementing certain measures and strategies, the occurrences had become fewer; but in spite of his best efforts the She-Legion still seemed to be the favorite sexual targets of Delta City’s underworld. His personal relationship with Brenda Wade – Ms Americana – made those sexual assaults even harder to take.

"Every time she gets outsmarted, humiliated and sexually assaulted by a Villain; it tears a hole right through my stomach…part of me fucking dies. Aphrodite type or not, I’m scared shitless that one of those days, one of her foes will cause her damage that neither I, the Professor, Hexanna or Réjeanne will be able to fix…and me losing my Brenda again…NEVER, I can’t let that happen, I WON’T let that happen! " Quentin angrily thought; as he lathered up, using the liquid soap dispenser.

He gave his scalp a good scrub and rinsed the soap suds off his body, breathing slowly and deeply in an effort to calm down.

"Easy there Sully me foyne boyo…think…an endorphin spike helped my immune system beat the spores…now I ain’t blind; I can see Hexanna’s been having a crush on me, and the only reason she gave me a blowjob while I was semi-conscious is that she probably figured there was nothing left to lose…." Quentin thought; stepping out of the shower and walking towards the towel rack.

He paused; feeling like a block of ice had found its residence in the pit of his stomach. He leaned against the towel rack for balance as he was overtaken by an uncontrollable feeling of vertigo. The temporary amnesia due to Brenda’s kick to the head and to the spores tampering with his mind was now completely gone; the missing pieces of his memory were now clear in his head.

"I couldn’t help myself…my body wasn’t obeying me…" Quentin thought; grabbing a towel.

He shuffled his feet towards the benches facing the lockers and sat down, wrapping the towel around his shoulders.

He could now remember everything: the throbbing headache from Brenda’s kick to the head, drifting between consciousness and darkness, and…the involuntary arousal that he had felt at the contact of Hexanna’s body against his as she whisked him away to the safety of Limbo.

"Did she really need to hug me that tightly? Agreed, being lost in Limbo would have been a worse scenario…but God, the feel of those tits of hers pressed against my chest, the smell of her skin…is that a citrus-based soap she uses?" Quentin wondered; shivering, trying to repress an erection.

He vividly remembered his face being drawn to Hexanna’s cleavage and burying his face between her firm D-cuppers as if his head had been pushed into her voluptuous bosom. He remembered the odd sensation that his hands were being dragged onto her ass and that an invisible force was making his hands squeeze her firm buttocks. He remembered wanting to stop and not being able to.

"I couldn’t control it…then I blacked out, came to thanks to a sweet, pleasurable sensation…and saw Hexanna buck-naked, sucking my cock…I blew my load in her mouth and my mind was clear for a few moments…I think I mumbled safe house, Réjeanne Boudreau and I blacked out again…" Quentin reasoned silently as he toweled off.

He opened his locker and grabbed his toiletries bag. He went to the bathroom and stood in front of the sink. He shaved, splashed on some lotion and then brushed his teeth.

"Whatever happened under the influence of Dragon Queen’s spores was beyond our control, be it for me, Hexanna, Townshend, Brenda and the rest of the She-Legion. No point in brooding over it." Quentin reasoned; returning his razor, aftershave, shaving cream, toothbrush and toothpaste back in the bag.

"So let me see…endorphins seem to be the key…consensual orgasms increase Ms Americana’s powers…no guarantees that Prof Whirter can devise a unit to clear the She-Legionnaire’s heads and Dragon Queen said that she’d order the She-Legion to kill us if we got anywhere near the State Prison for Women…if somehow I could discretely get in there and get close to Brenda…" Quentin thought; returning to his locker.

He smiled, seeing that his clean change of clothes were his trademark jeans, snakeskin boots, leather jacket and shades. A black Hard Rock Café t-shirt, clean boxer briefs and socks were part of his change of clothes.

"Brenda…you selected that change of clothes for me, I guess it really turns you on when I wear it! And that t-shirt…that was a gift from you…oh Brenda…I’ll get you out of this mess, you and our She-Legion friends; I swear it my love, I swear it…" Quentin thought; feeling a lump in his throat, tears beginning to sting his eyes.

"Goddamn Sully…get a grip…" Quentin thought; shaking his head.

He got dressed in silence, a plan germinating in his mind.

Meanwhile, Réjeanne Boudreau was making progress with Professor Whirter as Hexanna was standing guard at the Lab’s door. A 20 foot anaconda generated by Réjeanne’s spell – as Professor Whirter was still under the influence of the spores – was wrapped around the Professor’s upper body, pinning his arms against his body.

"Now, now Anatole…no need to get rough…juss make sure dat de Professor behave himself while Réjeanne heals him. Professor Whirter, I dunno yo’ first name…but dat’s okay. I know yo’ in there somewhere; yo’ mind fightin’ them spores to regain yo’ self-control…Réjeanne can help." She said; smiling mischievously as she unbuckled his belt.

Whirter struggled; only to find that Anatole the anaconda would squeeze that extra bit tighter, keeping him still. He watched, expressionless, as the attractive mature mulatta unzipped his pants and dropped them to his ankles, along with his boxer shorts.

She knelt down before him and stared at his crotch. She smiled.

"Look like Anatole’s squeezin’ you is pumpin’ blood in yo’ extremities…yo’ almost hard already! Guess I oughta remove dat top o’ mine…cum clean off easier from skin than it does from cotton…" Réjeanne said.

She removed her shoulder bag, then her t-shirt, revealing surprisingly smooth café-au-lait skin and perky B-cup breasts.

"Them rejuve potions really work!" She thought as she brought her mouth closer to Whirter’s crotch.

She began licking his balls, observing his reactions.

"Yea…he getting’ full-blown hard-on…that big brain o’ his probably fighting da spores and he be feelin’ Réjeanne’s tongue on his balls…" She thought; satisfied.

A pleasured moan escaped Professor Whirter’s lips. Réjeanne rubbed her breasts on his crotch and the slid his cock into her wet, warm mouth. Professor Whirter began breathing shallower and faster, waves of pleasure rippling through his entire body, shaking his senses.

"Don’t...gasp…stop…." He uttered in a whisper.

"I ain’t stoppin’ Professor fight them spores…feel da pleasure Réjeanne’s givin’ you!" Réjeanne replied; interrupting her blowjob for one brief moment, feeling her pussy getting wet.

She swallowed Professor Whirter’s cock; a loud surprised "AH!" escaping his lips. He looked down, his brain finally acknowledging the woman who was on her knees before him, giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.

"F…fuck me…please pretty lady…fuck me..." Whirter begged.

Réjeanne smiled, standing up.

"Thought you’d neve’ ask! Anatole, help the Professor to his back?" Réjeanne asked, reaching for the belt of her khaki shorts.

"Anatole…what…" Professor Whirter said; now realizing that he had a 20 foot anaconda wrapped around his chest.

Performing a move impossible for normal snakes, Anatole unwrapped 10 feet of the lower part of its body and extended it to the floor. Acting as a reptile lift; Anatole gently lowered Professor Whirter to the floor.

"What’s happening?" Whiter asked.

"Just let us finish our business…explanations would take too long right now." Réjeanne said, lowering herself onto his boner with a loud grunt.

In spite of the pleasure that Réjeanne’s hot, wet pussy was bringing him; Professor Whirter still asked more questions.

"Oh that’s nice…gasp…but that snake…" He asked.

"Anatole…hmmm…part of da protection spell I…ohh… placed on She-Legion…yeaa…headquarters…he…so good…he go away as soon as…oh yea, pump me…you’re no longer a threat…" Réjeanne said; grinding her pubis onto his as she straddled him.

"A threat…oh don’t stop…me?" Whirter said; feeling an orgasm building up in his aging balls.

"Yeah…oooh I’m so close…da spores from Dragon Queen…oh so delicious…still in yo’ system…fuuuck…mah spell make it easier fo’ me to reach you but…sweeet…Anatole won’t go until da spores are all dead …aaaaah I’M CUMMIN!" Réjeanne shouted; in prey of her first orgasm in a long time.

"Oh yes pretty lady! I’m, I’m, OH GOD I’m CUMMING too!" Whirter joined in; filling Réjeanne’s pussy with his man cream.

As promised, Anatole magically disappeared. Réjeanne leaned on Professor Whirter, nuzzling him.

"That was amazing…my mind is perfectly clear now…and you were amazing pretty lady, Réjeanne, is that right?" Professor Whirter said, putting an arm around her.

"Yea, Réjeanne Boudreau, Hoodoo Priestess at yo’ se’vice…and yo’ name kind sir?" Réjeanne said; smiling.

"I am Professor Reginald Whirter; head of the Research department for Wade Industries and by association, head Scientist for the She-Legion…tell me Réjeanne…does this mean we’re going steady?" Professor Whirter asked.

Réjeanne laughed good-heartedly.

"I’m mostly a recluse, but fo’ you…I might make an exception. Now let’s get dressed an’ join the others…we need dat mahvellous brain o’ yours." Réjeanne said; standing up.

Chapter 5

As the Hoodoo Priestess used her hidden talents to heal Professor Whirter, Quentin joined Hexanna at the entrance of the Laboratory door.

"Hi Sully, nice and refreshed I see!" Hexanna said, smiling.

"Yeah…and the missing pieces of my memory have finally come back to me…" Quentin said; looking uncomfortable.

"I…the spores were controlling you Sully, I know you’d never cheat on Brenda, plus you were only half-conscious. I confess; the thought of the endorphins snapping you out of it was the last thing on my mind when I stripped naked and gave you that blowjob…" Hexanna said; her voice trailing off.

"You probably believed all was lost and decided to make the best of a bad situation. What matters is that once you realized it did snap me out of it you did the right thing: took me to Réjeanne so we could regroup." Quentin said.

"Sure…since you strongly hinted it before passing out! I’m not sure I would have thought of Priestess Réjeanne otherwise, I was in such a panic..." Hexanna said; looking down.

"I’m convinced of the opposite Hexanna. You knew Réjeanne is an old friend of mine and told me yourself how much you admired and respected her. We were safe in limbo; sooner or later you would have made the connection on your own." Quentin said; giving her a comforting smile.

Hexanna sighed and nodded, smiling sheepishly.

"Once we’ve rescued the prison guards and our She-Legion friends are all freed…Ms Americana had better be good to you and never let you go; otherwise I’ll be all over you like white on rice!" Hexanna said.

Quentin looked down, blushing.

"That’s…I’m flattered…really…" He said; his voice trailing off.

The Laboratory door opened, and Professor Whirter and Réjeanne Boudreau walked out, giggling like teens, arms slung around each other.

"I take it that you were successful then Ms Boudreau!" Quentin said; with a smirk on his lips.

"You still gots a gift fo’ unnerstatement Sully!" Réjeanne replied, with a smug grin.

"Oh dear, agent Sullivan, you’re not going to hit me again are you?" Professor Whirter asked; half-kidding.

"I apologize for that sock in the jaw Professor; I saw red…" Quentin said; in earnest.

"I had it coming…I was careless, twice. If I hadn’t given the order to seal those doors before having confirmation from Ms Americana that she was in the clear…and if I had analyzed those spores instead of dismissing them as regular run-of-the-mill…we wouldn’t be in this mess." Professor Whirter said; with a sigh.

"Plenty of blame to go around I’d say." Hexanna said.

"Dragon Queen was the real culprit here Professor; her Monster Plant was the ultimate Trojan horse, she had us all fooled. I guess Réjeanne has briefed you?" Quentin said.

"Indeed…in theory, it is possible to create an ultra-sonic wave to stimulate the brain’s pleasure centre and generate an adequate endorphin release to eradicate the spores in the Cerebrospinal fluid…however…" Professor Whirter said; with a thoughtful frown.

"How I hate it when he says that…" Hexanna said.

"Putting such a device together is pretty simple in itself; but I would like to avoid any further oversights Hexanna. An ultra-sonic device powerful enough to have the intended effect remotely from our location to the State Prison would have the same effect on everyone within a ten to fifteen kilometer radius." Professor Whirter said.

Quentin nodded thoughtfully.

"Without making any jokes in poor taste, I agree with the Professor on this one. The consequences would be a mass orgasm…every man; woman and child within that radius would cum together if you’ll forgive the John Lennon pun…" Quentin said; frowning.

"I’m sure a bunch of horny teens and lusty geeks wouldn’t mind that!" Hexanna said; grinning, getting a chuckle from Réjeanne.

"Perhaps, but imagine a bunch of heavy machinery operators, motorists, motorcyclists and airline pilots all unexplainably affected simultaneously…" Professor Whirter interjected.

Hexanna and Réjeanne interrupted their giggling; looking down.

"We’d be looking at a string of accidents of all sorts, not to mention heart attacks and strokes for high risk people…the Professor’s right; this is one we don’t want to botch." Quentin said.

"What we need is a smaller device…secretly appearin’ in dat Prison…juss powerful enough for the people on the inside." Réjeanne offered.

"Old friend, you must have read my mind! Professor, could a smaller ultra-sonic wave generator be built; just powerful enough for everyone within the prison walls?" Quentin asked.

"It would take all of half an hour." Professor Whirter replied.

"Get cracking Prof; God knows what else Dragon Queen is up to…most Governments don’t respond well to threats. I fear for the Warden and Prison Guards’ safety…not to mention our She-Legion friends’ safety…" Quentin said; looking down, feeling a pinch in his chest, worried about Ms Americana – his Brenda.

"I’m getting right on it Agent Sullivan." Professor Whirter replied.

"Ah’ll go with him!" Réjeanne said; with a smile.

They re entered the Laboratory. Hexanna turned her attention to Quentin.

"So what’s the plan? You remember what Dragon Queen said she would do if either one of us shows up!" Hexanna said.

Quentin flashed her a cryptic smile.

"I wonder if the Wade Industries Technology Research branch as perfected Ms Americana’s invisibility device…clipped to this belt of mine Dragon Queen wouldn’t know what hit her!" He said.

"Ms Americana’s right: you do think of everything!" Hexanna said; smiling.

"Not everything, but I try…let’s go back to the Control Room and check for updates from the Internet…make sure no one else is being sexually tortured for Dragon Queen’s amusement." Quentin said; looking worried.

Hexanna nodded and they made their way back to the Control Room.

Meanwhile, Dragon Queen listened intently to the FBI-appointed negotiator at the other end of Warden Jones’ personal line.

"You have to understand Dragon Queen; the foreign Governments you’ve threatened are exerting pressure on Washington. There’s even talk of a doomsday scenario unless…" Special agent Robinson said.

"Unless what? Let’s not waste each other’s time Robinson; you’re too smart to resort to stalling tactics unless you’re being ordered to. Your so-called doomsday scenario wouldn’t happen to involve a nuclear warhead targeted right at this Prison now would it?" Dragon Queen said; conversationally.

Robinson sighed.

"The topic was brought-up, yes…" Robinson replied; his voice trailing off.

"Hm, I see…and what was the condition you nearly gave me earlier? Surely you don’t expect me to simply give myself up?" Dragon Queen said; sounding amused.

"I don’t expect you to do anything. I can only point out that it would be the best scenario for all involved, including you. Your funds aren’t going to be released. And unless you do give yourself up and release the Warden and Prison guards, you’re either looking at a full fledged assault from the National Guard or a nuke dropped on your head; your choice." Robinson said.

"Right…so let me get this straight: unless I give myself up, best case scenario, you would risk injuring or killing the very people you want to save, while in the worst case scenario you’re ready to sacrifice their lives, along with the lives of the She-Legion, plus the lives of every single life within a 10- mile radius…you may be a great negotiator Robinson, but you’re an atrocious poker player. I’m calling your bluff. Clock’s ticking…in half an hour I release my mind control weapon on its first target…" Dragon Queen said; hanging up.

"Now we see who’s the best bluffer… there is no weapon to deploy…" Dragon Queen thought, privately.

Chapter 6

Counter-strike

Inside the FBI’s surveillance van, Special Agent Tom Robinson sat back in his folding chair and closed his eyes.

"Great…just fucking great…" Robinson mumbled; massaging his temples.

"Problems Robbie?" a familiar voice asked.

"Sullivan, Hexanna…where the hell did you come from? Never mind…we can use all the help we can get, though you’re taking one hell of a risk!" Robinson said, smiling; standing up and extending his hand.

They shook hands.

"So what’s the lowdown?" Quentin asked.

"We’re at a stalemate. Dragon Queen’s calling our bluff and still threatens to release her mind-control weapon on a target she won’t yet disclose." Robinson said; frowning.

Quentin nodded, smiling.

"Unless Dragon Queen has another private Lab in which she’s growing more monster plants; then she’s full of shit. I personally oversaw that investigation; and in spite of Professor Whirter’s few missteps, there was only the one plant and it’s dead now. Smaller pods were sealed in with the Monster Plant and are likely dead too: no light, water or Co2." Quentin said; his smile turning into a grin.

"That, Sully old pal, is a major break…still, Dragon Queen has full control of all of the She-Legion save for Hexanna and Omega Woman who’s currently MIA; and you heard what Dragon Queen said would happen if either you or Hexanna show up!" Robinson said; looking concerned.

"That’s why we’re out here with you in the FBI van rather than inside the Prison Special Agent Robinson. Our friend Sully has a plan." Hexanna said; smiling charmingly.

"And your plan is?" Robinson asked.

Sully smiled smugly and reached for his belt. He faded out of view.

Robinson stared, gape-mouthed and laughed.

"More of that experimental tech from your girlfriend Brenda Wade eh Sully?" Robinson asked.

"Indeed my friend. Hexanna, if you please?" Quentin’s voice called out of nowhere.

"Teleportare!" Hexanna said; with a wave of her hand.

Invisible to all, Quentin was magically transported to the Warden’s Office.

After hanging up on Special Agent Robinson, Dragon Queen enjoyed Ms Americana’s subservience, getting a full body massage from her as she lay stark naked on her stomach on Warden Jones’ leather couch.

"That’s right Ms. Big Tits…rub me just like that…nice and firm without overdoing it…pay close attention to the shoulders, calves and feet…until I decide to get a nice tongue massage on my clit and asshole…I know you can’t talk but how does it feel to pleasure your Queen? I gotta wonder if part of you is still conscious in there…helpless to resist me…I find that thought so…arousing…" Dragon Queen said; eyes closed, her voice taking a husky quality.

"You fiend…obey…I promise you’ll get your comeuppance…massage your Queen and pleasure her…you made me hurt the man I love…no free thought…resorting to Quentin’s tactics goes against my principles…obey…but I swear I’ll make an exception for you!" Ms Americana thought; observing with disgust as her gloved hands massaged Dragon Queen, making her moan with pleasure.

As her body obeyed Dragon Queen’s commands and not her own mind, Ms Americana realized that as her anger and frustration grew, she was able to stand up to the spores that were controlling her and at the very least was able to think. Agreed, they still controlled her body, but somehow, she felt stronger and on the cusp of breaking free.

A faint sound, perhaps of shoes creaking on the floor was ignored by Dragon Queen who was too busy reveling in her triumph: Ms Americana obediently massaging her naked body. Then, another muted sound was heard near the intercom, this time acknowledged by Dragon Queen but conveniently dismissed as unimportant.

The creaking sound was now heard closer, making Dragon Queen open her eyes and look up. She perused the Office floor, puzzled.

"Ms Americana, block the door." Dragon Queen commanded.

Ms Americana complied.

"What’s goin on now? Obey…" Ms Americana wondered; her mind still struggling against the spores.

Dragon Queen sat up staring at the centre of the room, with a smug grin. She stood up slowly, exposing her full frontal nudity towards the center of the room and slipped back into her orange jumpsuit.

"Nice self-control…but if you’re going to sneak into an office wearing a stealth suit…at least make the effort of wearing quieter shoes!" Dragon Queen said; snickering.

Nothing. No reaction, no one popping out of thin air. Dragon Queen frowned.

"Please, don’t insult my intelligence. I can hear your breathing and this massive shadow in the middle of the floor is hard to miss." Dragon Queen said; making her way casually back to the Warden’s chair behind the desk.

Special agent Quentin Sullivan phased into view and turned sideways, so he could keep both Ms Americana and Dragon Queen within his peripheral vision.

"Okay…so I’m busted." Quentin said; grinning.

"Not exactly what I had in mind Special Agent Sullivan…your dress code differs from the pictures I’ve seen of you…but I like it!. You look actually quite the hunk in that biker getup. Too bad I may have to ask Ms Americana to beat you to a bloody pulp." Dragon Queen said; with a smug smirk.

"All for naught unfortunately…" Quentin said; his gaze shifting towards Ms Americana, anticipating her to pounce at the drop of a hat.

"A well educated man I see…and why pray tell is it as you say, ‘all for naught’?" Dragon Queen asked.

"I oversaw the investigation that located your secret Lab. I know for a fact that the mind control weapon comes from the spores that were released from the Monster Plant that raped Ms Americana. The only mistake made by our team was underestimating the spores." Quentin said; his gaze now shifting towards Dragon Queen, so he could see the expression on her face.

Her expression went from mildly amused to dark and angry.

"I knew the She-Legion should have executed you and Hexanna when they had the chance…" Dragon Queen said.

"By now, the entire Bureau knows you have no mind control weapon and the Countries where your monies are frozen are being informed as we speak. You have nothing. You had a good hand while controlling the She-Legion but you wasted it on a hair-brained scheme." Quentin said; calmly.

"Watch your mouth muscle-brain…" Dragon Queen hissed.

"Or else what, you’ll have Ms Americana beat me up? Oh yeah, here’s the kicker, we’ve also figured out a cure. I wouldn’t want to be in that jumpsuit of yours when Ms Americana, Got Gal, Jungle Babe, Azure Angel, Wolf Woman, Lady Midnight, Flag Girl, Night Raven, Got Chick, I forget all the names…but you’re in deep doo-doo once they’ve snapped out of it…and I’d love to be a fly on the wall when they do!" Quentin said; with a stern grin, his gaze now fully focused on Ms Americana.

Still controlled by the spores, Ms Americana was breathing faster and harder.

"Quentin you fool…no free thought…she’ll make me try to kill you again…just stand still and guard the door…I love you Quentin don’t let her make me kill you!" Ms Americana thought; helplessly.

"I still have a subservient army in the She-Legion; a Prison full of angry, horny female inmates and Warden Jones and the prison guards as hostages, and I have and FBI agent who’ll get the crap beaten out of him unless I get what I want!" Dragon Queen roared.

Quentin turned his head to look Dragon Queen square in the eyes.

"You still don’t get it do you? The Warden, the guards, the prison staff and I have already been deemed expendable. You have nothing." Quentin reiterated; and then returned his attention to Ms Americana.

"Trust me Brenda…just a few more moments…" Quentin thought; hoping that Professor Whirter’s device would function as expected.

He heard the anticipated click, which meant that the silent countdown had started. Too angry to even notice, Dragon Queen clenched her jaws; livid.

"Why you smug, son of a bitch; you’ve ruined everything with that big mouth of yours! I may be stuck in here for good but I’ll have the satisfaction of seeing you pay through the nose! Ms Americana, crush him like the filthy cockroach he is!" Dragon Queen hissed.

Quentin pivoted so he could face the woman who, unbeknownst to Dragon Queen, was the one he loved. In spite of the mind-controlling spores, Quentin could see tears making their way from under her mask and coursing down her pretty face.

Just before her body was getting ready to pounce on the man she loved, she saw the expression of calm on his face. He was mouthing something at her, hoping that she could read his lips.

"Oh God Quentin I’m so sorry…obey...what are you trying to tell me…kick his head in…’trust me’?" Ms Americana’s tortured mind thought; feeling helpless as her right leg was about to deliver another kick to Quentin’s head, this one lethal due to her mega belt.

In a fluid Aikido-inspired move, Quentin ducked her kick; swept her left leg from under her with a kick of his own and caught her torso in a body scissors, applying enough pressure to make her breathing difficult.

"What the…break out of the hold you numb-cunt!" Dragon Queen shrieked.

Before Ms Americana could react, Quentin reached for her mega belt and unclasped it; reducing her overall physical strength. He tossed it aside, and then tangled Ms Americana’s flailing arms in a full nelson. A rapid beeping sound was heard, this time acknowledged by Dragon Queen.

"What the hell was that?" Dragon Queen said; turning towards the source of the noise, which came from the area of the intercom.

"Brace yourself baby, this is gonna rattle you a bit…" Quentin whispered only to be heard by Ms Americana.

As quickly as he could, he let go of her arms, straightened his upper body to move his head out of her reach; pulled a pair of ear plugs from his jacket pockets and put them in his ears, narrowly avoiding an elbow to the jaw.

And then, it started. A loud, low-pitched rumbling sound that vibrated everyone within the Prison walls to the very core; culminating in a mass orgasm that released enough endorphin to free the minds of Ms Americana, Special Agent Townshend and all of the She-Legion.

Form within the FBI surveillance van, Special Agent Robinson two FBI gofers and Hexanna looked at each other with a puzzled look on their faces.

"Did you all hear that?" Robinson asked.

"Yeah, that loud, long ‘AAAAHHHHHHHH!’ coming from the Prison?" The short bespectacled gofer nicknamed Skip asked.

Hexanna smiled.

"That, my friends, was the sound of success…a mass mind-freeing orgasm." She said; looking happy.

"Think they all need a cigarette?" The second gofer nicknamed Flash asked.

Special Agent Robinson, Hexanna, Skip and Flash laughed good-heartedly.

Back in the Warden’s office, Quentin had released his body scissors on Ms Americana and helped her sit up.

"Wow…intense…doesn’t hold a candle to you, but wow all the same…" Ms Americana mumbled in Quentin’s ear.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I’m fine Quentin, I’m just glad you’re okay…" She said; turning her attention to Dragon Queen who was laying face-first on the floor, gasping for air, a wet spot growing larger in the crotch of her orange jumpsuit.

"Dragon Queen…I’m going to fall upon you like the Damoclean Sword! I want to do this on my own, no mega belt; just a pure and natural Americana-style butt-kicking!" Ms Americana said; teeth clenched as she got back to her feet.

"This I gotta see…" Quentin secretly thought; hoping that Ms Americana would not resort to murder.

She grabbed Dragon Queen by the back of her jumpsuit, lifted her up and threw her as hard as she could against the wall, just missing the leather couch. Dragon Queen hit the wall with a dull thud, bounced off the couch and rolled to the floor grunting with pain.

"Still pretty strong without the mega belt…my God Brenda, please don’t lose control…" Quentin thought; feeling concerned.

"It wasn’t bad enough that your ninjas raped Lady Midnight, Azure Angel and Wolf Woman. It wasn’t humiliating enough that your freak plants used us as sex toys and living incubators…"Ms Americana said; punctuating her statement with a kick to Dragon Queen’s gut, making her dry-heave.

"Easy there Ms Americana; leave some for the Infirmary!" Quentin said.

Ms Americana cast him an annoyed look but nodded. She placed a heavy boot on Dragon Queen’s throat.

"You had to outdo yourself with the Monster Plant that raped me didn’t you? Turned us all into mindless zombies…made us hunt and hurt our friends, turned us into criminals like you…" Ms Americana said; slightly increasing the pressure on Dragon Queen’s throat, resisting the urge to give it a hard stomp to crush her larynx and break her neck.

"And nearly made me kill the man I love, twice…" Ms Americana thought; trembling.

"You’ve made your point Ms Americana. Don’t stoop to her level and commit murder. Then she would really have succeeded in turning you into a criminal." Quentin said; in a low, reassuring voice.

Ms Americana nodded slowly and inhaled deeply. She removed her foot from Dragon Queen’s throat, who began coughing uncontrollably.

"You are quite right Agent Sullivan. Please hand me my mega belt. Let us find our friends, round up the inmates and free the Warden, Guards and Prison staff." Ms Americana said; giving him a sheepish smile.

Quentin bent over and picked up her mega belt.

"Your belt ma’am!" He said; smirking.

As she buckled up, she moved her lips close to his left ear.

"I love you!" She whispered.

Chapter 7

A few weeks later, the She-Legion was holding a meeting in their Boardroom.

"Dragon Queen had us all fooled. So rather than beating ourselves up over it, let this simply be a reminder to be on our guards at all times. Even Professor Whirter is on board with us on this; he also made key mistakes that escalated into the whole kafuffle." Special Agent Quentin Sullivan said.

"Agreed…but it’ll take me a while to forget that I nearly killed you, twice." Ms Americana said.

"You weren’t being yourself. Neither was Chris when he…ass-raped Night Raven. Or Flag Girl and Night Raven when they engaged in lesbian sex…or me, as the spores were taking me over and I was making a pass at Hexanna. The spores made us act in ways we normally would not." Quentin said.

"I for one agree; if we are to get over this, we need to acknowledge that we weren’t being ourselves. Honestly, there’s nothing to forgive as far as I’m concerned." Azure Angel said.

"True…but I wasn’t under the influence when I gave Sully a blowjob while we were hiding in Limbo…I still feel I need to apologize to you Ms Americana." Hexanna said; blushing.

"You were reacting to Quentin making a pass at you while he was under the influence; which led to a cure if I got this straight. So if you feel the need to apologize Hexanna, apology accepted. But not only do I forgive you, but the entire She-Legion owes you thanks. That blowjob was key to our release from the spores!" Ms Americana said; smiling.

Quentin crossed his arms, staring at Ms Americana with his eyebrows arched; as if to say "Hey, what about me? Don’t I deserve thanks?"

"You know, it was Sully’s idea to go to Réjeanne Boudreau’s shack to regroup. It was his idea to create the ‘orgasm device’, even if was professor Whirter who put it together. And he’s the one who risked his neck to deploy the device; if anyone deserves thanks…" Hexanna said.

"Oh I know…he’s getting his thanks later, in private." Ms Americana said with a discreet wink; reaching for Quentin’s hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

Hexanna, Jungle Babe, Got Gal, Got Chick, Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Flag Girl, Night Raven and Wolf Woman responded with a teasing "whoooooaaaa!"

"Speaking of the Professor, where is he?" Got Gal asked.

"He requested some vacation time; well deserved. Perhaps a well rested Professor will mean fewer oversights on his part." Ms Americana said.

"Gotta wonder where a man like Professor Whirter spends his vacation time…Paris? London? Milan?" Lady Midnight said.

"Try Bayou County!" Hexanna said; grinning.

Jungle Babe smiled.

"You mean…our own Professor and Ms Boudreau are…" She said.

"In a relationship, yes…they seem to be good for each other, so why not?" Quentin said; with a shrug.

"Well…unless there is any further business to discuss I move that we adjourn. All in favor; say aye." Ms Americana said.

"Aye." All responded, unanimously.

As they stood up, Quentin noticed Flag Girl getting Night Raven’s attention.

"Say Night Raven; if you have no plans this evening, Chris and I were wondering if you’d like to join us…" Flag Girl could be heard saying, her voice trailing off.

"Townshend you old dog…play your cards right and you might end up in a threesome…uhh…looks like I might be heading towards one myself…" Quentin thought nervously as Ms Americana led him by the hand towards Hexanna.

"Hexanna, do you have a minute?" Ms Americana asked.

"Sure Ms Americana, what’s up?" Hexanna replied.

"I feel I owe you both thanks. If you’re attracted to Quentin and wouldn’t mind a bit of girl on girl action on the side…" Ms Americana said.

Hexanna noticed Quentin blushing and could not repress a blush of her own.

"So what are you…suggesting?" Hexanna asked.

"As far as Brenda’s concerned, it’s not cheating if we’re both involved. We once had a threesome with Dana; before she hooked up with Chris…we’re game if you are." Quentin said; feeling as if his heart was about to bust out of his chest.

"Just say when and where!" Hexanna replied; her voice a whisper.

Conclusion

Sitting comfortably around the coffee table in Brenda Wade’s first residence living room; Brenda, Quentin and Hexanna were chatting over cocktails.

"This little gathering is the least I could do Hexanna. You saved Quentin when I nearly killed him the first time, your blowjob helped figure out a cure to the spores and with a healthy Quentin; we were all rescued. I owe you both so much…I want to make love to the two of you until I pass out; just so you know how grateful I am." Brenda said; raising her glass to her lips.

"We’re on the same team Brenda and I’m your friend. I’m just glad you forgive me for blowing Quentin." Hexanna said.

"Forget about it; besides, you’re likely to blow him again before tonight’s over!" Brenda said with a wink; after taking a sip of her drink.

Quentin cleared his throat uncomfortably; making Brenda and Hexanna giggle.

"I wonder though…we only know you as Hexanna, your Super-Heroine name; what’s your civilian name?" Quentin asked.

He took a sip from his drink as he and Brenda looked at Hexanna, waiting for an answer.

"That…is for me to know and for you to find out Mr Secret Agent!" Hexanna said; smiling mischievously.

Quentin shrugged and took another sip of his drink, as Brenda chuckled.

"I must say Hexanna, that skimpy dress really suits you! I’ve been so accustomed to seeing you in your battle gear – don’t get me wrong you look hot in it – that seeing you dressed in your civvies…I like it, a lot!" Brenda said; smiling.

"Thanks Brenda, I guess Sully agrees with you; his eyes have been glued to my cleavage for the past fifteen minutes!" Hexanna said; teasingly.

"I…I mean…like Brenda was saying; I guess I’ve gotten so accustomed to your bikini-like battle outfit that I became a bit numb to it…seeing you in a mini dress, well…I…I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable… God I’m babbling like a kid…" Quentin stammered; blushing.

"Isn’t he cute when he gets flustered?" Brenda asked; snickering as she brought her glass to her lips.

"Adorable Brenda, positively adorable…relax Sully; that was exactly the kind of reaction I was going for! If we’re going to get dirty together; I wanted to look like something else than a battle-weary Witch dressed in smelly leather garments!" Hexanna said; giving Quentin a wink.

"Trust me Hexanna; based on our little adventure in Limbo…I found your smell to be rather intoxicating. That citrus soap you use and your pheromones…a magical combination, no pun intended. I’m sure Brenda would agree with me!" Quentin said; smiling.

He took a long sip of his cocktail, a Tequila Sunrise. Brenda was enjoying a Screwdriver while Hexanna was having a Singapore Sling.

"My Sully, aren’t you the charmer, you’re one lucky girl Bren…hmpf…" Hexanna began; interrupted as Brenda leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on her lips.

She closed her eyes and Quentin took the glasses from their hands, putting them down on the coffee table as they kissed, tongues tentatively probing each other. Hexanna let out a pleasured moan. They broke their lip lock and Brenda looked at Quentin.

"You’re right Quentin, her smell is intoxicating and she even tastes good, have a taste!" Brenda said with a mischievous grin; moving out of the way to allow him to kiss Hexanna.

"I’m sure that’s due to that Singapore Sl…hmmm…" Hexanna tried to say; this time interrupted by Quentin as he French-kissed her.

Brenda began kissing Hexanna’s neck as Quentin still French-kissed her. His left hand began fondling Hexanna’s ample bosom while his right hand caressed Brenda’s massive tits.

"Hmm…tell me Quentin…why are we still dressed? Why is she still dressed?" Brenda moaned; her lips still close to Hexanna’s neck, making her gasp.

Quentin and Hexanna stopped kissing; Hexanna breathing fast, her pussy getting wet.

"I’m just waiting for your cue my love; your place, your rules. Just say the word!" Quentin replied; his face flushed, a look of burning desire etched on his face.

"All right, let’s all stand up and get Hexanna naked!" Brenda said; snickering.

Hexanna stood up, snickering, Brenda and Quentin following suite. She closed her eyes; anticipating Brenda and Quentin’s next move. She felt the straps of her dress being pulled off her shoulders and the zipper of her dress being pulled down. She then felt her dress slide down to her feet and her skin covering up with goose bumps as the cool air touched her hot body.

"Nice…no underwear…sweet body Hexanna!" Quentin’s voice said from behind her.

"I agree, love those dark nipples! Does keeping your eyes closed turn you on Hexanna?" Brenda’s voice said from in front of her.

"It does…anticipating what you’ll do next is just so arousing…my tits still don’t hold a candle to yours Brenda but thanks for the compliment anyway…goddess…I’m dripping down there, don’t keep me hanging like that!" Hexanna said; shivering.

"Dripping huh?" Brenda’s voice said.

"AAAHH!" Hexanna yelped; as Brenda’s warm, wet tongue began lapping her pussy.

Warm lips began kissing her nipples as Brenda lapped her pussy with gusto.

"Hmm yeaaaahhhh…bite my nipples Sully…please…" Hexanna begged; with a trembling voice.

Quentin obliged, first nibbling gently, and then biting increasingly harder.

"Oooooh yeeeesss!" Hexanna cooed with delight.

The biting stopped. She could hear Quentin moving behind her. She felt Quentin’s hands joining Brenda’s on her hips, then moving to her buttocks, inner-thighs and hamstrings.

"Oh Brenda don’t stop…Sully, what are you up to back th...OOOOOHH!" Hexanna howled; as Quentin had joined in on the tongue work, focusing on her anus.

Had either one of them known that Dragon Queen had performed a similar sex act while Townshend, Night Raven and Flag Girl were under the influence of the spores, it would have put a nasty damper on things. Since none of them knew, they enjoyed with passionate abandon.

"Oh…that…feels…so…GOOOOD! Don’t…stop…oh goddess…I’m…so…close…" Hexanna stammered; overtaken by intense pleasure, an unstoppable orgasm building up within her very core.

Brenda and Quentin increased the cadence of their tongues; wanting Hexanna’s orgasm to explode, overwhelm her with pleasure.

"OH! SO…GOOD…SO…INTENSE…CAN’T…THINK! AH…AH…YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Hexanna screamed as her orgasm washed over her like a wild torrent.

Panting, she opened her eyes.

"Hey, why am I the only naked one here?" Hexanna asked; pursing her lips in mock annoyance.

Grinning mischievously, Brenda and Quentin stood up.

"Knock yourselves out; this body’s all yours!" Brenda said; smiling.

Quentin kissed her lips and began unbuttoning her blouse while Hexanna unzipped her skirt.

"Oh my, look at that gorgeous body in those black lacy undies! Sully you’re a lucky bastard!" Hexanna said; undoing Brenda’s garters.

"Indeed I am!" Quentin said; his voice sounding hoarse as he unclasped Brenda’s bra, releasing her massive G-cup breasts out in the open.

"I’d say I’m a pretty lucky gal myself…" Brenda said; her voice trembling slightly out of anticipation as Hexanna helped her out of her stiletto-heeled shoes and then removed her nylons.

"Then we’re all having a lucky night!" Hexanna said; smiling.

Quentin pulled Brenda’s garter belt and panties down. Now fully naked, Brenda Wade could feel just how hard her nipples were and how wet her pussy was. Quentin grabbed his drink and handed it to Hexanna.

"There’s only a few sips left; and I have this thing about drinking from Brenda’s cleavage…" Quentin said; the bulge in his pants now fully noticeable.

"Oh yes Quentin I love that; it’s so sensuous!" Brenda said; smiling as she pushed her large breasts together.

Hexanna brought Quentin’s glass close to the top of Brenda’s cleavage; snickering. Quentin knelt down, placing his left ear against Brenda’s stomach, face up, lips positioned at the bottom of Brenda’s voluptuous rack.

"Tell me when Sully!" Hexanna said; becoming aroused again.

"Now Hexanna, nice and slow!" Quentin said.

She slowly poured the drink down Brenda’s cleavage as Quentin lapped and drank feverishly from the bottom. Brenda let out a shaky "OOOOOOOOHHH" from the sensations; her skin covering up with goose bumps.

"Now you’re supposed to help Quentin lick my tits clean Hexanna!" Brenda said, pulling her breasts apart; her face looking of pure ecstasy.

"With pleasure!" Hexanna said; her tongue joining Quentin’s in tasting the skin of Brenda’s colossal breasts.

As they licked; Quentin’s hands slowly caressed Brenda’s abdomen and back, lower abdomen and buttocks, and then began massaging her clit and anus gently but firmly. Hexanna and Quentin’s tongues accidentally brushed against each other, leading to a quick but passionate French-kiss before focusing on Brenda’s nipples.

"Hmm yeah…kiss each other, suck my nipples, massage my clit and ass…I’m so horny…" Brenda said; in a low, moaning voice.

Quentin looked at Hexanna.

"Keep stimulating those massive puppies Hexanna…I’m going down below!" Quentin said; with a wink.

He knelt down; putting his right arm around Hexanna’s waist to pull her closer to Brenda and his left hand in the small of Brenda’s back, pulling her wet pussy right into his face.

"OH GOD YES!" Brenda screamed, as Hexanna fondled, licked, sucked and gently bit her tits and as Quentin’s talented tongue licked, teased and probed her hot, wet pussy.

"Lick my clit Quentin and finger me; both holes Quentin, NOW!" Brenda commanded; overtaken by pleasure.

Quentin stuck his left hand’s index and middle fingers in his mouth to wet them and complied; double-penetrating Brenda with his fingers while he licked her clit. She began rocking her hips back and forth, feeling multiple orgasms building up simultaneously; courtesy of Quentin and Hexanna’s efforts.

"OH…GOD…DON’T…STOP…TIT ORGASM…CLIT ORGASM…PUSSY ORGASM…G-SPOT ORGASM…ANAL ORGASM…CUUUMMIIIIIING!!!!!" Brenda shrieked; as her body was racked by a wave of multiple orgasms, clear fluid squirting from her hot pussy.

Quentin wiped his mouth, chuckling.

"Looks like I’ll have to put this shirt in the wash!" He said; the top of his shirt soaked with Brenda’s love juice.

"I…I’m sorry baby…couldn’t help it…though it’s a good excuse for you to get naked too!" Brenda said; catching her breath.

"Think nothing of it my love…" Quentin said; getting back to his feet,

Smiling, Hexanna began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Hm…Brenda’s love juice is very intoxicating too…" Hexanna said; licking Quentin’s chin and throat.

"That’s…nice…" Quentin said; closing his eyes for a few moments, enjoying the feel of Hexanna’s tongue licking him from his muscular chest, up his throat, to his chin and then back down.

His shirt was soon dismissed to the floor and Brenda, after catching her breath, joined in on the fun; unbuckling his belt. He toed-off his shoes to make his pants removal easier; glad that he decided to wear loafers instead of his snake skin boots.

After Brenda pulled his zipper down, both she and Hexanna grabbed onto his pants, sliding their fingers between his briefs and skin and pulled his pants sown in one smooth motion; his cock standing erect like a meaty switchblade.

"Pull those socks off mister, and then let’s reconvene in the bedroom. I have something special in mind for you…just follow my lead Hexanna; I promise you won’t regret it!" Brenda said.

Smiling, Quentin complied, tossing his socks with the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor. Hornier than hell, he followed Brenda to the bedroom, Hexanna following a few steps behind him.

Brenda grabbed the Red satin duvet and removed it from the King-sized bed she shared with Quentin.

"On your back Mister; relax and enjoy!" Brenda said; patting the mattress with her right hand.

Quentin lay on his back trembling with anticipation.

"Quentin’s a tit-man. And he has two spectacular pairs at his disposal…let’s rub him down from head to toes with our tits!" Brenda said; her voice taking a husky quality that drove Quentin wild.

"Kinky, I like it! You start from the head I’ll start from the feet?" Hexanna asked.

"Good idea, let’s do it!" Brenda said.

Quentin gasped as Brenda dangled her breasts in his face, her nipples touching his forehead, eyes, nose and lips. She then pressed her massive bosom against his muscular chest; rubbing them in a circular motion against his pecks, moving down to his six-pack abs, teasing to rub against his crotch but moving back up to his chest.

Hexanna’s technique was more straightforward but pleasurable and arousing nonetheless: grabbing his legs so she could rub the bottom of his feet against her firm D-cuppers, then putting his legs down to rub her tits on his shins, muscular thighs, sandwiching his cock and balls between them and then moving back down.

"I feel him shaking Hexanna; he’s aching for a more direct approach…be strong and focus Quentin, we’re only getting started!" Brenda said.

"Moderate pressure on his trapezius may relieve some of his tension and allow him to regain some composure; let me show you…" Hexanna said; sitting up on the bed at Quentin’s feet.

"By all means Hexanna, please proceed!" Brenda said; sitting at Quentin’s left in bed, moving out of Hexanna’s way.

"Roll on your stomach Sully; breathe in deeply and relax." Hexanna said; as she placed her delicate but strong hands on Quentin’s trapezius.

She squeezed to a point between pleasure and pain; Quentin could indeed feel tension relief.

"There; you can roll on your back Quentin, that should allow you to focus and not blow your load prematurely…though seeing that you’re being double-teamed by a hot pair of gorgeous women it would be understandable if you did cum a bit too fast!" Hexanna said; as Quentin re-assumed his position on his back.

"I can take you gorgeous ladies…do I still let you do all the work or should I participate more actively now Brenda?" Quentin asked.

"Not quite yet Quentin…Hexanna, I’m curious to observe your blowjob technique; please demonstrate!" Brenda said; with a mischievous grin.

"I’d be glad to, though it’s nothing special…pretty run-of-the-mill in fact; plenty of saliva, plenty of tongue, avoid the teeth scratching on the shaft, try to take as much down my throat without gagging…" Hexanna said; pushing Quentin’s legs apart so she could lie between them.

She flicked her tongue on his balls, licked up his shaft and then took his cock in her mouth, sliding a few inches in, focusing on its head, rolling her tongue hungrily around it.

"Is she doing it good baby?" Brenda asked in a sweet, gentle voice.

"Uh huh…you do it good too…are you gonna take turns?" Quentin asked; breathing hard.

"I’d like that, have a friendly deep-throating competition perhaps?" Hexanna said, with a wink.

"Always up for a challenge!" Brenda said; kneeling perpendicular to Quentin’s pelvis, so she could bend over his crotch.

Hexanna released Quentin’s cock and moved back; observing Brenda’s technique. Quentin let out a low "Hmmmmm" as Brenda took his cock in her mouth; taking it three quarters of the way on her first try.

"Top that!" Brenda said; grinning.

"I’ll try…" Hexanna said.

Concentrating, she swallowed Quentin’s cock a bit deeper; encouraged by his moans of pleasure, her nose touching his pubis. She released his cock with a gasp.

"Almost gagged there…" Hexanna said.

"That was very good; let me see if I can top that!" Brenda said.

Thanks to her positioning, Brenda was able to swallow Quentin’s cock until her lips touched his scrotum.

"Wow that’s deep!" Hexanna said.

"You can say that again…" Quentin said; his eyes rolling back in his skull, and his voice a quiet whisper.

"You could do it too; being between his legs, his pubic bone gets in the way. If you position yourself like me, to the side, my nose fits between his open legs and balls so I can deep throat him to his heart’s content!" Brenda said.

"Well you definitely win this friendly deep-throating competition, I humbly accept defeat!" Hexanna said.

"We all win as far as I’m concerned! I’m sure Quentin agrees!" Brenda said; smiling.

"Oh yes…I agree wholeheartedly!" Quentin said.

Brenda and Hexanna chuckled.

"Okay, there’s another way to share his cock; straddle him cowgirl style while I sit on his face! After you cum we’ll switch places!" Brenda said.

"Sweet!" Hexanna said; excitedly.

Brenda sat on Quentin’s face, the sweet, familiar feel of his breath tickling her crotch and of his tongue sensually exploring her pussy. She pinched her nipples, moaning softly as she observed Hexanna lowering herself onto Quentin’s hard shaft; uttering a trembling "Ohhhh" as his manhood slid into her moist core.

Hexanna paused, nearly losing her balance and steadied by Brenda who grabbed onto her shoulders. Sensually, they kissed as they shared Quentin’s muscular body. Hexanna could feel his cock throbbing deep within her; a throb that was neither unpleasant nor painful. It was hot; and immensely pleasurable.

"Is…gasp…is Sully’s tongue as talented as his cock?" Hexanna asked; her voice husky and rough.

"Hmmh…you bet your sweet titties Hexxie…he’s the only one who can give me orgasms that power me up rather than drain me…" Brenda replied; in an ecstasied voice.

Quentin flicked his tongue at double-speed on Brenda’s wet slit and thrust his hips upward for good measure making both Brenda and Hexanna coo in unison out of pleasure.

"You’re one lucky bitch Brenda…gasp…why is it that…oohh…the dicks that assault us feel demeaning and disgusting but…GASP…Sully’s cock feels…oh my goddess…just plain pleasurable?" Hexanna blurted out; on the verge of another orgasm.

Brenda smiled.

"It’s…nnnhh…quite simple, really…gasp…they rape…ohh…take without asking…aaahhh…Quentin seduces...oh God…Quentin cares...oh baby don’t stop…Quentin makes love!" Brenda said; breathless.

Quentin uttered a low pitched, appreciative moan.

"Oh my goddess Brenda…Sully…I…I…" Hexanna said, breathing hard.

"Are you cumming Hexxie…sigh…? Do it girl, CUM! I want you to cum as many times as…gasp…you want…pant…yes I am a lucky bitch…pant…I love you so much Quentin, even if the general public can never find out…gasp…GASP… I LOVE YOU SO MUCH…moan…I’M CUMMING AGAIIIN!" Brenda shouted.

"GODDESS ME TOO!!" Hexanna chimed in; her voice reaching a high-pitched soprano voice.

Panting, they fell in each other’s arms giggling.

"Did you cum too Quentin, or are you good for another round?" Brenda asked; as she and Hexanna dismounted him.

"Oh bring it girls, that trapezius pinch Hexanna gave me is really working well!" Quentin said; smiling.

"My pussy’s too sensitive from the two orgasms, more tongue would feel uncomfortable. Would you mind if I watch Sully fuck you as I rest a bit?" Hexanna asked; sitting down at Quentin’s left.

"Wimp! Come baby, let’s show Hexanna how it’s done; spank me!" Brenda said with a mischievous grin, lying on her stomach at Quentin’s right.

"As you wish my love!" Quentin said; straddling her shapely ass.

He grabbed her firm, muscular buttocks; giving them a firm squeeze.

"Hmm how you enjoy teasing me Quentin; spank me! I’ve been a bad, bad girl!" Brenda said; trembling with anticipation.

Quentin brushed her raven mane of hair to the aside, exposing the nape of her neck. He then bent forward and gave the nape of her neck a playful nibble.

"Gasp…you…have a funny way of spanking Agent Sullivan!" Brenda said; her skin covering with goose bumps.

"My or my Sully, aren’t you a tease!" Hexanna chimed in; pinching her nipples, becoming aroused again.

"Anticipation enhances the orgasm as Brenda knows…that’s how Old Faithful always erupts buckets!" Quentin said; sitting up; pushing Brenda’s buttocks together.

"Old faithful?" Hexanna asked; perplexed.

"His cock Hexanna…when he cums I guarantee you we’ll all need a shower...OOH!" Brenda quipped, surprised by Quentin’s first swat on her firm ass.

Quentin grabbed Brenda’s buttocks again, sandwiching his cock between them; sliding it back and forth, teasing anal entry, then rubbing some more. He let go of her ass, letting his cock spring back up and slapped her buttocks again.

"OHHH you teasing bastard…again!" Brenda commanded; in a husky voice.

As Quentin repeated the treatment; Hexanna began gently masturbating, her gaze fixed on Brenda and Quentin, fascinated by their intimacy and complicity, as well as by their sheer love for each other.

As Quentin slapped Brenda’s ass again, he turned his attention to Hexanna and winked at her.

"Here, I take the left buttock, you take the right one; help me spank her!" Quentin said; grinning.

"Hey! No fair! Two on one! Hexie said she was resting AAHH!" Brenda exclaimed as she was being double-spanked.

"This is fun!" Hexanna said; giggling, spanking Brenda with her left hand and rubbing her clit with the right.

"Don’t get too ay! comfortable Hex…ow! Hexanna! I might just want to ay! get even!" Brenda protested in jest; enjoying every bit of it.

Without warning; Quentin grabbed Brenda by the waist, pulling her pelvis up; an intense, passionate look on his face that made Hexanna gasp in surprise.

"Enough play…I want in you…NOW!" Quentin grunted; sliding his hard shaft into Brenda’s tight, wet pussy, his hands firmly squeezing her waist.

"NNNHHGGGGHH…OH GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD QUENTIN!" Brenda growled; feeling another orgasm building up as the familiar pistoning of Quentin worked its magic.

"Goddess Quentin, take it easy, you’ll hurt her!" Hexanna said; worried.

"NO, NO, DON’T YOU DARE STOP! FUCK ME HARDER BABY THAT’S SO GOOOOD!" Brenda wailed; on the verge of another orgasm.

"Wow…Sully…perhaps after Brenda cums you could…" Hexanna said; rubbing her clit faster; breathing hard.

"Assume position next to Brenda Hexxie…your next; unless Brenda has any objections…" Quentin said; grunting and panting.

"NO…NO OB…OBJECTIONS…I’M SO C…CLOSE I…I…BABY I’M CUMMING AGAIIIN!" Brenda screamed; as the pleasure of her third orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.

Gasping and panting, Brenda chuckled uncontrollably as Quentin pulled out of her. She turned her head and saw Hexanna lying next to her in an identical position; face first and bottom slightly lifted to allow Quentin to straddle her in the same manner.

"WHOA that’s deep!" Hexanna grunted; as Quentin grabbed her by the hips and slid his cock in her hot, wet slit.

Brenda rolled on her side and extended her left hand; sliding it underneath Hexanna’s chest to fondle her firm D-cuppers as Quentin pumped her cunt at double-speed.

"OH! ARGGH! AAH! AAH! OOH! YES! YES! MORE! MOORE!" Hexanna pleaded in a high-pitched voice.

Smiling, Brenda gave Hexanna’s left tit a firm squeeze.

"OOH GODDESS! SO GOOD! SO DEEP…SO…SO...INTENSE! I CAN’T BREATHE! I CAN’T THINK! I…I…" Hexanna screamed; overtaken by pleasure.

"Do it Hexxie, cum!" Brenda said; in a gentle voice.

"Yeah Hexxie, cum for us, I wanna make sure you’re both satisfied before I cum!" Quentin said in a low; grunting voice.

"Oh I am baby!" Brenda said; smiling at Quentin, still fondling Hexanna’s left tit.

"Me…me…ME TOO…AAAAAAH CUMMING AGAIIIIIN!" Hexanna shrieked.

Her body went limp on the bed; shaking from the sheer intensity of her orgasm. Quentin pulled out of her, feeling an orgasm of his own about to burst; unable to delay it any longer. Recognizing the signs, Brenda sat up, helping Hexanna to her knees. Quentin stood in bed in front of Brenda and Hexanna who were kneeling before him.

"Do it baby, all over our tits; CREAM US!" Brenda shouted; as Quentin held onto his cock to direct his trajectory.

"GOD YEAH!" He screamed; as several streams of hot jizm squirted out of his cock; covering Brenda’s and Hexanna’s gorgeous tits.

Brenda and Hexanna kissed seductively as Quentin dropped to his knees in front of them. They began smearing his cum onto each other by rubbing their massive tits together giggling like Schoolgirls. Then Brenda turned to Quentin, planting a firm; passionate kiss on his lips.

"You’re the best! Don’t forget to kiss Hexxie too!" Brenda said; smiling.

"Don’t mind if I do!" Quentin said; pulling Hexanna closer and giving her a passionate kiss of his own.

"Shower now? It’s a big shower and a big bed Hexxie; you’re welcome to join us if you like!" Brenda said; getting out of bed.

"Well I could definitely use a shower…but you’re sure I won’t be in the way?" Hexanna asked.

"Not at all, you’re our guest. If you feel uncomfortable that’s fine, but you’re welcome to share our bed; and sleep with us until noon tomorrow if you so wish." Quentin said; following Brenda out of bed.

Hexanna gave them an incredulous look, as Brenda and Quentin slung their arms around each other and shared another kiss.

"He’s right Hexxie, besides, this is my way of showing you my gratitude; remember?" Brenda said; pressing her body against Quentin’s who made a face at the feel of his own cum touching his chest.

"Okay, I’m in! Until tomorrow morning! Lead the way to the showers!" Hexanna said; giggling as she got out of bed.