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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Worm_(Web_Serial_Novel)
  Relationship:
      Panacea/Glory_Girl, Mark_Dallon/Kayden_Anders, Vista/Kid_Win, Vista/
      Panacea, Armsmaster/Miss_Militia, Armsmaster/Vista, Kid_Win/Miss_Militia,
      Armsmaster/Director_Piggot/Miss_Militia, Vista/Gallant, Regent/Bitch,
      Grue/Skitter
  Character:
      Vista, Emily_Piggot, Kid_Win, Gallant, Aegis, Miss_Militia, Armsmaster,
      Panacea, Glory_Girl, Mark_Dallon, Shadow_Stalker, Kayden_Anders, Skitter,
      Grue_-_Character, Regent, Bitch_-_Character, Tattletale
  Additional Tags:
      Futanari, Body_Modification, Oral_Sex, Orgy, Loss_of_Virginity,
      Masturbation, Pheromones, Nipple_Play, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-02 Chapters: 8/8 Words: 27918
****** The Panacea/Vista Conspiracy ******
by Axxor
Summary
     When Amy Dallon and Missy Biron start talking about how Amy wants her
     foster sister Vicky to notice her, and how Missy wants Vicky's
     boyfriend Dean to notice her, neither of them realises exactly what
     shenanigans will ensue when they make a pact to solve their mutual
     problem ...
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Hi," he said.  "My cape name is Gallant, but you can call me Dean."

"Missy," she managed, trying not to stare.  Oh wow, he's so hot.

He cleared his throat, glanced around.  "Just so you know," he said quietly,
"one of my powers is reading emotions."  He gave her a sympathetic smile.  "So,
while I appreciate your feelings, I will tell you now that I feel you're a
little young for me.  But I'll still be happy to have you as a friend and a
teammate.  Okay?"

He was so damn nice about it.  She felt her cheeks flaming red with
embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry," he said contritely.  "I should have told you."

Still wouldn't have stopped me from thinking that about you, Missy told
herself.  She cleared her throat, tried to put on a professional mien.  "Missy
Biron, code name Vista.  I stretch and bend space."

He smiled, shook her hand.

"Excellent.  I look forward to working with you."

Me too, she thought very loudly.  He seemed not to notice.

***

She sat on a piece of rubble, as the PRT picked up the subdued and restrained
thugs.  The Wards had teamed up with New Wave, and together they had done the
job splendidly.  Gallant had had words of praise for Vista's handling of her
power, and she had felt the warm fuzzy feeling right down to her toes.

But then he had immediately gone to chat to one of the New Wave members, a
flyer who wore white.  Glory Girl.  As she watched, he made some sort of joke,
and she giggled and twirled her hair.

Oh god, she groaned internally. I know what that means.  He's putting out the
signals, she's picking them up and sending them back.

Her eyes were fixed on Gallant.  It wasn't fair.  She'd known him longer than
Glory Girl.  How was this in any way fair?

She sighed.  Almost at that exact time, from beside her, came another sigh.

She looked around.  It was Panacea, Glory Girl's sister.  There hadn't been
much in the way of healing to do, so she was sitting and resting as well.  But
she was also staring at the couple, and sighing.

Normally, Missy was polite to other capes, and Panacea looked like she could be
nice to talk to, but right now she was driven beyond her endurance.  "Not
you too!" she said in long-suffering tones.

Panacea looked around, startled.  Apparently she hadn't been paying much
attention as to who she had been sitting next to.

"Not me too what?" she asked.

Vista groaned.  "Another member of the Gallant fan club, is all.  Seriously. 
What the hell?"

"Oh no," said Panacea without thinking.  "I wasn't looking at Gal-"  She broke
off, cheeks going red under her hood.

Vista was confused.  Those two were the only ones there.  The sigh she had
heard was the mirror to her own sigh.  But if she wasn't looking at Gallant ...

"Oh my god!" she whispered.  "You've got the hots for Glory Girl?  Your
own sister?"

Panacea made hurried keep-it-down hand motions.  "Adopted sister," she said
quickly.  "No blood relation."  She dropped her face into her hands.  "Please
don't tell anyone," she said, her voice slightly muffled.  "She doesn't know."

Missy stared at her.  "Wow," she said.  "That's gotta suck more than me and
Gallant."

Panacea looked up.  "It's not fun, let me tell you.  They keep trying to set me
up with boys, but all I want is Vicky.  I dream about her."

Missy nodded.  She'd had a lurid dream or three about Gallant and herself, and
a swimsuit that would not stay on ... she blushed.  "I know what you mean," she
said.

Panacea looked at her with sympathy. "So, he just doesn't know you exist, huh?"

Missy shook her head.  "It's worse.  He knows I exist, he knows I feel this way
about him, but I'm too young for him."  She stared morosely down at her more or
less flat chest.  "I'm nearly thirteen, for crying out loud.  Come on, when is
this gonna happen?"

Panacea put a hand on her arm.  "It will happen when it happens," she said
quietly.  "Wishing won't change it."

Then she paused.  And then she said, very quietly, "Or maybe it might."

Missy stared at her.  "What do you mean?"

Panacea smiled back at her.  "If you and Gallant became a couple, then I might
just have a chance with Vicky.  I certainly don't while he's there."

Missy nodded impatiently.  "Okay, so how's this going to happen?"

Panacea's smile widened.  "I'm not just a healer.  I'm a biokinetic.  I can
manipulate your biology simply by touching you.  Breast growth ... is biology."

Missy's eyes grew wide behind her visor.  "You could help me get bigger?"

Panacea giggled.  "I could give you 44 double-D's if I wanted.  But I wouldn't
do that to you.  For one thing, over a certain size just means backache and
spinal problems.  For another, no-one would believe it was natural."  She
grinned.  "But if I tweaked your hormonal balance, so that you started
developing early rather than late ..."

Missy blinked a few times.  "You'll do this for me?"

Panacea raised an eyebrow.  "You'll get Gallant away from Vicky?"

Missy nodded firmly.  "I'll do my very best."

Panacea smiled.  "Then we have an agreement."  She held out her hand.  "Amy
Dallon."

Missy nodded.  "That we do.  Missy Biron."  They shook.

She looked at Amy.  "So when ...?"

Amy grinned.  "When we shook hands.  Results should start showing up in a day
or so.  Be patient."

Missy felt like hugging her.  "Thank you," she said fervently.  "I mean it."

"No," said Panacea.  "Thank you."

They exchanged a glance of perfect understanding, and perfect cooperation.
***** Chapter 2 *****
It took three days for Missy to notice the first changes.  When she got up that
morning, her breasts - such as they were - were a little swollen, and her
nipples were almost painfully distended; they also seemed larger than normal.
 
All that day, she was acutely aware of them, pressing against the inside of her
costume.  Her nipples refused to go down, and by the end of the day, she was
sure that they were bigger than normal.  Her breasts had also begun to ache,
and she thought they might be a little more swollen in the evening when she
changed into her flannel pyjamas.
 
Finding her phone, she dialled the number Panacea had given her for a direct
contact.
 
"Hello?"
 
"It's me.  I think it's started."
 
Panacea's voice was brisk and professional.  "Describe the symptoms."
 
"Uh, my tits are a bit swollen and sore, and my nipples are really hard, and
they haven't gone down all day, and I think they're a bit bigger.". She brushed
one with her fingertip and shuddered. "And they're really, really sensitive."
 
There was a warm, friendly chuckle over the phone. "Yes, puberty is definitely
catching up with you.  I believe I warned you of symptoms like this.  Your
breasts will continue to ache off and on until they attain their full size, and
your nipples will also be very sensitive during this time."
 
"But what can I do?" whispered Vista.  "It's really, really distracting."
 
"Well, I would suggest massaging baby oil into your breasts to prevent stretch
marks.  The massage will also assist with the aching."
 
"And my nipples?" prompted Missy.
 
"Well ..." began Panacea, hesitantly, "you might need to perform self-
manipulation to gain relief."
 
"What?" blurted Missy.  She lowered her voice.  "What did you say?"
 
"Self-manipulation.  Masturbation.  Rubbing yourself until you attain release. 
That should give you short-term relief, at least until your breasts have grown
in properly."
 
Vista was hugely embarrassed.  "I can't do that!  Someone might hear me!"
 
"Well, it's that or find someone who's willing to suck your nipples for
you," Panacea pointed out. 
 
"But that's the problem!" Missy insisted.  "The one guy I want sucking my
nipples isn't interested in me that way!  And I'm not interested in the others
sucking my nipples, even for relief!"
 
“Is Shadow Stalker interested in girls?” ventured Panacea.  “She might be open
to experimentation.”
 
Missy envisaged asking Shadow Stalker to suck on her nipples, and shuddered. 
“Fuck, no,” she said.  “That’s not going to happen.”
 
“Well,” said Panacea diffidently, “I suppose I could do it for you.”
 
For a moment, Missy thought she’d misheard. “Say that again,” she said
carefully.
 
“I could suck your nipples for you, give you relief.”  Her voice was totally
matter-of-fact.  “I wouldn’t mind, and it would let me get a sample of the
hormones that are currently being generated in your body.  That will help me
fine-tune the process.”

“You want to suck my nipples?”  Missy could not believe she was actually asking
the question.
 
“Well, not want want, like in a romantic way, but sure,” said Panacea.  “You’re
reasonably attractive, and I’m attracted to girls, and when Vicky and I become
a couple, I want to be sure I can satisfy her.  So if you don’t mind me
practising on your nipples, I’m sure I could give you relief.”

This conversation was becoming more surreal by the moment.  But at that moment,
her nipples gave a twinge, and she felt dampness on her skin.
 
“I think they’re leaking,” she said faintly.
 
“Ah, that will be the lactation kicking in. Your body has to sort out that
mechanism before it shuts it down again.  I’m afraid your nipples will be even
more sensitive while this happens.”

“Oh, god,” said Vista.  “And you say I’ve got to … masturbate, to get it under
control?”
 
“I’m afraid so,” said Panacea.  “Stimulate your nipples deliberately until you
gain relief. You may need to masturbate in the normal way as well.”  
 
She paused.  “Just so you know, the next step is your lower body becoming more
mature. Your hips will take shape, your vagina will lengthen and widen, your
labia will become fuller, your pubic hair will come in, and all the internal
changes will take place.  You may have several periods in quick succession.”
 
 “Oh great,” muttered Vista.  “What other side effects will I undergo?”
 
Panacea cleared her throat.  “Uh ... you will become extremely easy to arouse. 
Anything will set you off.  Basically, you’ll be horny as hell until it’s
over.”
 
Vista’s eyes widened.  “Wait, what?”
 
“It’s a natural consequence,” Panacea pointed out.  “Four years of development
crammed into four weeks?  Can you say ‘horny teenagers’?  All those
developmental hormones flooding your body will have their normal effect on your
libido, only you’ll be thinking about sex roughly fifty times as often as the
average healthy teenage girl.”
 
“Oh, fuck,” muttered Vista.
 
“That’s what you’ll be wanting to do, yes,” agreed Panacea.  She paused.  “Of
course, this will make it easier for you to find relief from the ongoing nipple
problem.  You will be able to masturbate to climax with much greater ease if
you are able to keep yourself at a higher pitch of arousal.”
 
“Is there any way to do this without –“
 
“Without the side effects?” asked Panacea.  “Sure.  I can just make you more
developed.  But then there’s the difference that people will detect. This way,
it’s relatively gradual and people will see the transitional stage, and just
assume that their late bloomer has bloomed.”  A pause.  “Do you want me to stop
the process?”
 
Vista gritted her teeth.  “No,” she said.  “I’ll see it through.  I’ll get Dean
to notice me.  One way or the other.”
 
“Thank you,” said Panacea.  “The sooner you get Dean away from Vicky, the
sooner I can see about letting her see the real me.”
 
“I’ll do my part,” said Vista.  “Good night, and thanks for the advice.”
 
She ended the call, and lay back.  Her breasts ached, and her nipples
throbbed.  Climbing out of bed, she padded down the corridor to the shared
girls’ bathroom and found a bottle of baby oil.  Returning to her room, she
took off her top and began massaging the oil into her breasts.
 
They were very sensitive, and she had to work very carefully in order to not
cause herself pain.  But soon she was being soothed, and then she went to work
on the nipples.
 
Self-manipulation, huh?
 
Lying back on the bed, she pushed her pyjama bottoms down until she had free
access to her delicate labia.  Slowly, she began rubbing herself, sliding her
fingers between the labia and touching her clitoris and vulva, delicately
exciting them.
 
Her arousal ramped up at an amazing rate, and she found herself rubbing at her
nipples and pinching them, the sensations smashing through her. She arched her
back and moaned, rubbing hard at her pussy, sliding a finger into herself.  She
pinched her nipple again, and came, back and buttocks lifting entirely off the
bed as she climaxed.
 
Taking turns on her nipples, she rubbed and pinched and squeezed them as she
ran her fingers between her labia and over the tiny bud of her clitoris.  The
waves of arousal and of orgasm rocked her on the bed, she gasped for breath,
covered in sweat.
 
When she finally subsided, breath rasping in her lungs, her labia felt as
though she had just entertained an entire football team in fine style.  But her
nipples were down, her arousal spent ... for the time being.
 
Wow, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.  That really wore me out.

Maybe I should take Panacea up on ...
 
She was asleep before she finished the thought.
***** Chapter 3 *****
By the end of the week, Missy was sure her breasts were not just swollen; they
were definitely growing.  She didn't have a cleavage yet, or anything close to
one, but she had more than 'two peas on an ironing board', as a book she had
once read had so eloquently described it.
 
However, her nipples were erect more often than not, her breasts ached most of
the time, and the other effect which Panacea had spoken of was starting to make
its effects felt.  Her labia were growing and swelling, or so she thought; they
certainly tingled enough, even when just lightly brushed, for something like
that to be a good possibility.  She could almost feel her vagina becoming
larger, more able to take mature penises, her clitoris growing to fit.
 
All she knew was, when she touched herself, it felt like sweet fire blasting
through ever fibre of her being.  And she touched herself a lot.  Because
Panacea's other other prediction had come to pass.
 
As the biokinetic had put it so succinctly, she was as horny as hell. 
 
On Thursday night, she had had to masturbate herself to orgasm twice before she
could sleep.  On Friday morning, she had masturbated once before getting up,
once after breakfast, and once at lunchtime.  
 
Locking herself in the toilet cubicle, lifting her skirt, pulling down her
panties, reaching into her unfastened top with one hand, and rubbing furiously
at her labia and clitoris with the other.  It was awkward and mildly
unsanitary, but it was better than nothing.  She climaxed violently each time,
teeth clenched, trying to keep the sound down.
 
By Friday afternoon, she had sore fingers and bags under her eyes.  She had
swapped shifts to the afternoon off, ostensibly to get her costume refitted,
but she had also made plans to meet with Panacea.
 
She met with the costumier, a motherly woman who tut-tutted over her slight
increase in hip and bust measurements. "I wouldn't worry about it," she was
told.  "Some people just come in like that.  I tell you what; I'll make it just
a little larger than you really need, and you can grow into it.". She gave
Missy's underwear-clad butt an affectionate pat while taking the tape away, and
Missy was suddenly very aware of her in an intensely sexual sense.
 
Her firm, rounded, womanly figure; her soft lips. A firm bosom, proudly
thrusting at the restraining cloth.  Missy was suddenly taken by the urge to
grab the woman, to pull her to the floor, to unfasten and peel away the
concealing layers of clothing, to explore the very mysteries of her body, to
share her own body in the mutual orgasmic climax that their joining would
engender.  She was abruptly very aroused.
 
 Fighting down the impulse to just shorten her skirt, see what her panties look
like, go on! she made her thanks and escaped.
 
***
 
After Vista had left, the costumier wiped her brow. My, she thought, it's a
warm one today.  She had had the strangest urge, all the time the young Ward
had been there, to open the top few buttons of her dress.  Maybe more than the
top few.  
 
Absently, she hoped young Missy would come back for another fitting soon.  She
was a very nice young lady.  Very ... developing.
 
***
 
Missy paused in the common room after changing into civvies.  Her shirt was a
little tight, as was the training bra she habitually wore, more for purposes of
morale rather than any actual need for support.  Right now, there was something
that it did need to support, and it was just a little small for the job.  Missy
was intensely aware of the tightness, and of her rigidly erect nipples within
the covering.
 
"Oh hey," said Chris.  "Heading out, Missy?"
 
Missy turned and smiled.  Chris was nice to her, but like most Tinkers, he was
usually more interested in the latest gadget he was developing than in the
people around him.  So sometimes he tended to come off as a little distant. 
She didn't mind.  It was nice having people who were just friends.
 
"Yeah,," she said with a grin.  "Got the afternoon shift off; I'm gonna be
doing one of Sophia's, next week.  Got some things to do in town."
 
He looked at her.  Missy was a good kid; had more time in costume, and in the
Wards, than he did, for all that she was four years younger than him.  She'd
given him a few useful tips when he first joined the Brockton Bay Wards, and
he'd always liked her, in a distant, little-sister sort of way.
 
  But now when he looked at her, he did not see a little sister.  The shorts
she wore looked just a little short and a little tight, revealing what was
coming along to be a very nice ass indeed. Likewise, her t-shirt was just that
little bit tighter than he was used to, showing the outline of the bra
underneath. And he couldn't be sure, but it seemed to him that her nipples were
showing faintly through both the bra and the shirt.  And then she turned side-
on and he was sure; Missy had a definite case of the high-beams.
 
Normally, he would not have noticed any of this, but there was something about
her today, something that reached down past his logical thought processes and
grabbed his attention.  Sure, she was a few years younger than him, but she was
cute and she was definitely beginning to look just a bit sexy.  His hindbrain
decided that it wanted to get to know this new Missy a little bit better, and
grabbed control of his vocal cords.
 
"Hey, that's a coincidence," he said. "I'm on an off shift.  If you want, I can
come with."     
 
I was going to do some research on that new modular concept, bur what the hell,
it can wait.
 
She blinked and stared at him.  Chris, wanting to get out and about?  That's a
turn-up for the books.

And then she looked at him some more.  He wasn't wearing his Kid Win armour;
that was next to his workstation, disassembled, waiting on some new components.
He had on jeans and a t-shirt, and the more she looked at him, the more she
liked that look on him.  He wasn't hugely muscular, but he had a little
definition - just enough, in her opinion.  She liked the way he moved, and his
butt in those jeans looked very nice indeed.  She looked back at his face, and
while she knew intellectually that his features were pleasant rather than
handsome, she was struck by the realisation that messy brown hair and a snub
nose were what she had always considered most attractive in a man - after
Dean's classic features, of course.  But Dean wasn't here, and Chris was, and
he wanted to come out with her.
 
A chance to watch that ass, in those jeans?  Sign me up.
 
The possibility that having Chris around might cause difficulties with Panacea
never really crossed her mind.  Nor did the possibility that her perceptions of
people might be being influenced by the hormones currently saturating her
system. And she didn't even know of the existence of pheromones. 
 
Phereomones are, of course, chemicals exuded by animals to attract one another
sexually.  Under normal circumstances, humans only emanate a minuscule amount
of these, not quite enough to change the behaviour of those around them. 
Missy's overworked skin pores - and, it has to be said, her rather aroused
vaginal area - were currently emanating fifty times the normal human amount of
such pheromones. It was no wonder that even the costumier, a blameless lady of
forty-five, extremely straight, long married and with two grown children, had
felt a certain amount of attraction toward her.  
 
As for Chris, he was definitely interested in girls, but the sad fact was that
he was usually more interested in his Tinker work.  But in this case, with a
considerable amount of chemical assistance overcoming his natural diffidence,
his priorities were changing.
 
Given that Missy had been mostly unclothed - and somewhat aroused - around her,
the costumier had gotten a good dose of her pheromones.  She would find herself
being happy and flirty all day, and when she went home that night, she would
pull out some long-unused lingerie and give her husband one hell of a shock. 
The night of passion that followed would rekindle their flagging relationship,
and make them much happier together.  Such are unintended consequences.
 
Chris, on the other hand, would get his payoff much sooner.
 
Ironically, had Dean been present, getting a good look at her (and a good
lungful of her pheromones) may just have caused him to revise his feelings
about her, and much of what followed may well have been avoided. So, too, are
unintended consequences.
 
***
 
They mingled with a group of tourists and walked out the front doors with
them.  Missy was pleased and excited to be out and about, and her nipples were
pushing harder than ever at her inadequate training bra, making her more
aroused.  Her hand found Chris', and gripped it; he accepted this, and squeezed
back.  It was perhaps a good thing that pheromones are an airborne chemical,
and not absorbed by the skin, or Chris may have become the first person to die
of pheromone overdose in human history.
 
 On the bus, they did not notice that the couples around them were steadily
becoming more amourous.  In fact, the woman in the seat behind them had
literally climbed on to the man’s lap and they were having surreptitious public
sex as the bus rattled along.  Missy was happy to be holding Chris’ hand and
leaning against him.  It was nice to be out and about with such a good friend.
And so sexy, too.  He was definite eye candy, right there.  
 
Chris was becoming more and more aware of the tightness of his jeans.  The more
time he spent with Missy, the more aroused he got, to the point that he was
going to have to perform some careful readjustment, or risk pain or even
permanent damage.
 
Wow, he thought.  Missy really is sexy.
 
But then, he thought that the woman sitting across the aisle – who was tonsils-
deep with the kiss she was giving her boyfriend – and the woman behind them was
also damn sexy.  Said woman’s short skirt was just managing to hide the action
as she ground up and down on the throbbing penis buried deep in her vagina. 
Chris, needless to say, didn’t know about this bit.
 
But it wasn’t just the t-shirt and the shorts, he decided, trying to distract
himself from the constriction problems he was facing.  It was something more
about her.
 
“You look really nice today,” he said to her. “I mean, really nice. Have you
done something with your hair?”
 
Missy smiled up at him, and kissed him on the cheek. “Aww, thanks, Chris,” she
said fondly. “I don’t think I’ve done anything different.  I’m just feeling
really good today.”  She held his hand tighter, and leaned up closer to him. 
“Thanks for coming out with me.  I think you look really, really nice today
too.”
 
At the kiss and the squeeze of the hand, he felt his arousal increase
slightly.  When she shifted closer, and his arm came into contact, through her
shirt, with what was undoubtedly side-boob uncovered by bra, he thought he was
going to explode right there.  He nearly went cross-eyed with the combined
arousal and pain.
 
Missy looked up as the bus pulled up at a stop. “Oh hey, I need to go to the
bank,” she said.  “Let’s get off here.”
 
She stood up; he let go her hand temporarily, and used his action in standing
up to rearrange some important matters, before rejoining her outside.  She
promptly reclaimed his hand, and they headed off to the bank.
 
***
 
On the bus, two stops on, the woman in the short skirt shuddered through
another orgasm – thankfully, neither of them was a screamer – as she felt semen
spurting deep inside her.  Carefully, she detached herself, giving him time to
tuck himself away as she climbed off his lap.  She kissed him once as she
surreptitiously rearranged her panties to actually cover herself under the
skirt.
 
“My name’s Kayden,” she said with a smile. “That was great.  Want to get
together for a replay sometime?”
 
He blinked.  “Sure.  I’m Mark, Mark Dallon.” 

Yes, she thought. I know.  But she didn't care who he was.

They exchanged phone numbers, then got off the bus at separate stations, each
wondering exactly what the hell had happened.
 
***
 
Chris and Missy entered the bank; he was going to wait at the side wall and
watch her very cute ass make its way along the line, but she refused the
relinquish her grip on his hand.  So he accompanied her along the line,
chatting about subjects both everyday and esoteric.  He was trying to explain
to her exactly how his anti-gravity units worked – she was puzzled, but
interested – when there came a shot from the front door.
 
“Everyone down!” shouted a voice.  “This is a bank robbery!”
 
Missy and Chris looked at each other.
 
Oh boy.
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chris and Missy looked at each other, and carefully got down on to the ground. 
As he did so, he slid his hand into his pocket and pressed a recessed button on
the side of his Wards comm.  Press ... release ... press ... release ... press
... release.  S O S.

She knew exactly what he was doing, of course; her hand was inside her purse,
doing exactly the same with her own comm.
 
Seconds later, each comm silently vibrated a double-buzz confirmation.  Each
comm unit was now active as a GPS locator; the PRT and Protectorate forces
would be homing in on them.
 
She took her hand from her purse then, and let the robbers herd her and Chris
into a group with the rest of the bank patrons. Trying to remember her
professional training, she made sure she knew where all six men were, in
relation to the exits.
 
She became aware that there was a hand on her thigh; she looked down, to see
that the well-dressed young lady next to her was looking at her with wide eyes
and moist lips; her hand on Missy's thigh was steadily creeping upward to the
hem of her shorts.
 
"Don't worry," breathed the woman. "I'm sure we'll be okay."
 
Missy looked at her and decided that she was in love.  This woman was exactly
her type; smart, sexy, blonde, wearing a really short mini-skirt.
 
"I know," she replied, letting her own hand drift up the inside of the woman's
thigh, under her skirt.  The woman gasped, and opened her legs a touch wider.
 
The bank staff had also been forced out to sit with the bank patrons.  Two of
the ladies were holding each other in fear; as Missy watched, they began to
kiss and fondle one another.  As she watched, a teenage girl about Chris' age
clutched his arm in fear; naturally, he put his arm around her and kissed her.
 
Two of the robbers, a man and a woman, were behind the counter, emptying the
cash drawers, while one watched the hostages and one watched the front doors. 
The other two went with the bank manager toward the vault.
 
Missy felt her hand encounter soft lace panties, at the same time as the young
lady's hand cupped her own somewhat-moist crotch and squeezed suggestively. 
She whimpered with the rush of arousal, and leaned in to kiss her; the woman's
lips were warm and welcoming.
 
Feeling some distant need to be professional - I'm a superhero, I can't go
getting distracted by kissing sexy women - she pulled away after the first
kiss, even though the woman's disappointed face made Missy want to kiss her all
over in apology.  
 
Her hand, however, did not stop; sliding aside the flimsy barrier, she began
delicately exploring the forbidden delights within.  The woman gasped, and
opened her legs wider again.  Her own hand continued to caress and squeeze
Missy's now very moist crotch.
 
Chris found himself in a quandary; he had just met the true love of his life,
but he did not know what to do about it.  She had grasped his arm when he first
sat down, and it was only natural to put his arms around her and kiss her a
little, to comfort her.  She responded so avidly that he felt compelled to
reply in kind, and she scrambled on to his lap to continue the exercise in
prolonged osculation.
 
Where his dilemma crept in was that she was reaching down under her skirt to
unzip his pants and let the raging beast free. While he had absolutely no
objection to this in theory, he did feel a little obligated as a Ward to keep
his wits about him in such a perilous situation, and he suspected that having
sex with another hostage might make it hard to stay alert.
 
The robber guarding the hostages took a couple of steps closer, when one of the
women called to him.  She went up on one knee and asked him a question; Missy
thought that it may have been a request to go to the bathroom.  He answered in
the negative; she responded by undoing her blouse and asking again.  He nodded;
taking her by the arm, he helped her rise and they disappeared into the ladies'
bathroom.  Missy thought she saw the lady's skirt drop to the floor as the door
closed.
 
She wondered where the two behind the counter had gotten to; last she saw, they
had made it halfway along the row of cashiers' drawers.  An office door stood
open; muffled grunts and moans sounded from within.
 
The woman beside her gasped as Missy slowly slid two fingers into her tight wet
vaginal canal.  She undid her skirt and discarded it, but that was okay; other
people were also discarding clothing.  It did seem to be very hot in here, all
of a sudden.
 
Shirts and blouses were the first items to be discarded, although skirts were
also common.  Underclothes were also starting to come off, though the number of
people having surreptitious sex was relatively low.
 
With her new girlfriend's help, Missy undid her shorts and wriggled out of them
and her panties.  She gasped as delicate fingers began to rub her clitoris and
slide between her developing labia.  Her level of arousal began to increase
exponentially, as did the amount of secretions that her vagina was producing.
This included a fair amount of her pheromones, which promptly evaporated, along
with that in her sweat.
 
Inhibitions in the room dropped away sharply.
 
Chris was one of the few people in the room still wearing his pants, but Missy
saw the girl on his lap, now bare-breasted - Missy took a moment to admire
them; they were very sexy breasts - and lacking her skirt, sliding herself up
and down on his not inconsiderable erection. Beside him, two people, whom she
presumed to be the girl's parents, were openly having sex, with two other
people.
 
The guard at the door raised his gun as two women, neither one wearing anything
more substantial than stockings, approached him.  One went to her knees,
unzipped him, and began to suck and lick at his erect penis.  The other one
pulled his balaclava off and kissed him passionately.  They sank to the floor;
his discarded gun was joined by his clothes.  One woman got up on all fours; he
slid into her from behind, while she began to enthusiastically lick and lap at
her friend's slippery labia.
 
Missy wasn't quite sure what happened after that, as she had her girlfriend on
top of her in a sixty-nine position.  She slid her tongue between the woman's
labia, and lapped at her streaming juices, and felt her girlfriend's tongue
performing similarly lewd acts upon her.  
 
She came, arching her back, feeling her juices spurting from her spasming
vagina.  More pheromones joined the thick soup of them already in the air.
 
When the PRT burst in through the door, the orgy was in full swing.  Not a
person in the bank was wearing clothing of any consequence whatsoever, and
everyone was engaged in a sex act of some sort, sometimes with more than one
person.  Missy was still being eaten out by her girlfriend, and was busily
sucking the penis of a young man who seemed temporarily at a loose end.  Chris
had shed his pants and underwear with his inhibitions, and was going at it
doggy-style with the girl who had originally climbed on to his lap.  She was,
at the same time, vigorously performing oral sex on the woman Missy had thought
to be her mother.
 
Missy shuddered through another orgasm, then felt the penis in her mouth spasm
and begin to spurt.  She swallowed some of the salty semen, felt the rest of it
splash over her face and breasts.  Panacea will probably enjoy licking that
off, she thought absently.
 
The two robbers with the bank manager came back to see what was going on, and
came face to face with the PRT and their guns. They quickly calculated the
odds, decided that these were not in their favour, and surrendered.
 
Other PRT officers advanced on the ongoing orgy. Buttocks pumped as penises
thrust in between lips, labia and buttocks.  Lips sucked on breasts, penises
and other body parts.  Tongues roamed over erections and delved into secret
crevices.  Moans and pants came from all parties.  The smell of sex was heavy
on the air.
 
“Christ,” one said to the other, “do you think they forced them to do this?”
 
“Fucking monsters,” said the second one. “There’s teenage girls in there.”
 
“Okay, everyone!” shouted the first one.  “Get up, get your clothes on.  You
can go now.”
 
Gradually, slowly, reluctantly, the participants in the orgy began to separate
themselves from their ad hoc partners.  Sometimes they had to wait for one more
ejaculation, one more orgasm, but they did separate.  Clothes were regained and
put back on.  Just a little sheepishly, they began to exit the bank, in ones
and twos.
 
Chris kissed his partner and caressed her breasts as he helped her put her
clothes back on.  She fondled his penis and kissed him back, then scribbled her
number down and handed it to him.  “Call me,” she whispered.
 
Missy put her panties and shorts back on, and did her bra up again. She kissed
the woman who had afforded her so much pleasure.  “I love you,” she murmured. 
“When can we get back together?”
 
The woman blushed.  “I’m actually a nun, I’m sorry.  I enter a convent
tomorrow.”  She hugged Missy and kissed her passionately.  “Thank you for doing
this with me.  I will carry the memory forever.”  She might also be carrying
something else; before the young man had put his penis in Missy’s mouth, he had
taken the nun from behind, an activity that she had enthusiastically approved.
 
Missy was a little disappointed, but she consoled herself with the fact that
she still had Chris to look at.  And she had seen his butt while he had been
busily impregnating the teenage girl, and it definitely did look all right.
 
When Chris and Missy exited the bank, PRT officers drew them aside.
 
“Do you need medical attention?” asked one of them in an undertone.
 
Missy shook her head.  “We’re good,” she said.  “They didn’t do anything to
us.”
 
The officers looked up as the bank robbers, wearing underwear and nothing else,
and looking thoroughly confused, were brought out of the bank at gunpoint.
 
“Is it true that they were all ...” began the other.
 
“Having sex?” asked Chris.  He shrugged.  “I guess so.  It was sort of
happening a lot."
 
“Did you two have sex?” asked the first one pointedly.
 
Chris shook his head.  “No, we didn’t,” he said, meaning we didn’t have sex
with each other.  “Look, we’re off duty, and we’ve got someplace to go.  Can we
do the debrief back at base?”
 
The PRT officer nodded.  “The scene seems to be clear now.”  He paused.  “Why
were they ...”
 
Chris shrugged.  “I don’t know.  You’ll have to ask them.”
 
“Might have been a Master,” offered Missy.  “Makes people feel like doing it?”
 
The officers looked at each other.  “Well, that’s as good an explanation as
any,” said the first one. “You’re good to go, but don’t forget the debrief.”
 
Missy took Chris’ arm and bent space; they stepped forward until they were
standing on the roof of the building opposite.
 
“Wow,” she said.  “That was awesome.”
 
Chris nodded.  “That’s never happened to me before.”
 
She giggled, rubbing her body up against him.  She still felt incredibly
aroused.  “You looked so sexy, pushing your thing into that girl. Do you like
doing it from behind?”
 
“Oh yeah,” he breathed.  “That was so incredible.  She was so hot and tight and
wet.  And you looked so sexy, doing that sixty-nine with that woman.”
 
She rubbed her hand over his pants, squeezed his erection. He groaned, caressed
her breasts through her shirt.  She pulled her shirt up and undid her bra so
that it came loose.
 
He put his arms around her and kissed her; she responded avidly, thrusting her
tongue into his mouth.  His tongue duelled with hers; he grabbed her ass and
pulled her to him so that her body ground into his erection.
 
Grabbing his jeans, she undid them, yanked them down, pulled his erection out. 
Sinking to her knees, she began to suck and lick at it; he groaned and arched
his back. And then she turned her back on him, bending over the building
parapet, pulling her shorts and panties down.
 
“Do me,” she moaned.  “Do me from behind, like you did that other girl.  Tell
me how hot and tight and wet I am.”
 
He didn’t need telling twice; he shuffled forward, taking hold of her hips. 
Carefully, he placed his erection at the entrance to her streaming vagina, and
slowly pushed into her.
 
She arched her back and gasped as she felt a penis spreading her virgin labia
for the first time.  It felt incredible.
 
“Yes!” she moaned.  “Yes!  Do it!”
 
He groaned at the sensation of her tight young vagina slowly engulfing his hot
throbbing erection.  He had to take it slowly, so that he did not hurt her, but
it was driving him utterly insane.
 
She felt him sliding into her, inch by tantalising inch. There wasn’t even a
hymen; she had broken that earlier in the week, inserting a knife handle into
herself in an attempt to bring herself off more quickly.  It hadn’t worked. 
But now there was nothing in Chris’ way.
 
He felt that he was about to come, but he did his best to control himself,
pushing carefully into the hottest, tightest, wettest, sexiest girl he had ever
known.  He was in love with Missy.  As soon as she turned sixteen, he was going
to marry her.
 
She felt his erection filling her up; she clenched her muscles, sending amazing
sensations washing through her as he continued to push into her.
 
And then he felt his sparse pubic hair flatten against her taut rounded
buttocks.  He was all the way inside her.  It was beyond description.  He
started to stroke, in and out of her, slowly at first.
 
She felt his penis, every inch of it, deep inside her.  She felt she was about
to cum at any minute. And then he started to slide out of her, and back in, and
that did it.
 
She came around him, gripping the parapet, her vagina squeezing his penis,
milking it hard.  He gritted his teeth, managed not to come.  Continued to
stroke, moving faster now.  Holding her hips, stroking faster and harder.  He
could feel the orgasm building.  This would be a big one.
 
She came again as he continued to stroke into her.  Her mind was a haze of
pleasure.  His cock was just thrusting into her, deeper and harder, over and
over, driving her wild.  She didn’t know which way was up or down.  She hit
another climax.
 
And at that moment, he came, hard, dragging her solidly on to his thrusting
erection, blasting jet after jet of semen deep into her young, tender womb.  He
thrust hard into her over and over again, feeling his climax flooding her with
spurt after spurt of his seed, deep inside her.  Filling her young vagina up. 
Still coming.  Still flooding her.
 
The very sensation of his ejaculation drove her into another orgasm. She
slumped over the parapet, her mind a whirl of insane pleasure, as he finished
ejaculating inside of her.  As he pulled out, she felt semen oozing from her
overworked vagina, dribbling down her thighs.
 
“Oh god,” she murmured, collapsing to the rooftop on to her knees, while semen
trickled from her.  “Oh god, that was amazing.”
 
He fell to his knees beside her, and held her in his arms. “Missy,” he said. 
“I love you.”  He kissed her.
 
She kissed him back.  “I love you too, Chris,” she said.  “But I’m sorry.  I
want to be with Dean.”
 
He held her tight.  “I still love you,” he said.  “That was incredible.”
 
“So,” she grinned, and kissed him again.  “Was I better than that other girl?”
 
He kissed her back.  “So much better there’s no comparison.”
 
She wiped herself off as best she could, and then put her pants back on.  “We
should be going,” she said. 
 
“We could stay here,” he suggested, caressing her bare breasts. She shuddered
and moaned, but stayed strong.
 
“Panacea will be getting worried,” she said.  “We can do more of this
afterward.”
 
He nodded and kissed her firmly.  “We will,” he said.
 
***
 
Armsmaster and Miss Miltiia stepped from the transport and walked up the steps
to the bank doors.  The PRT operative nodded and stepped aside.
 
Inside, there were PRT forensic techs taking pictures and sampling areas of the
floor.  The two heroes walked over to where they were working, careful to stay
out of the way.
 
“Where are Vista and Kid Win?” asked Miss Militia.
 
“Who?” asked the PRT tech, currently sampling the floor, though he seemed to be
paying much more attention to the curvaceous backside of the woman just in
front of him.
 
“The two Wards who were involved in this incident,” pointed out Armsmaster.
 
Two of the techs got up and wandered into the back of the bank.
 
“We didn’t see them,” said the tech.  He got up.  “Excuse me.”  He tapped the
woman on the shoulder.  “Help me in the bathroom? There was one in there too.”
She nodded, walked to the bathroom door with him.
 
Miss Militia looked at Armsmaster, and he at her.  “Well, that wasn’t
particularly helpful,” he said.
 
They stood around, waiting for the techs to return.  No-one did.
 
She looked him up and down.  She had never appreciated the man inside the
armour before, but now she was thinking of him as a fine leader, someone she
would like to get to know better. Much better.
 
“Armsmaster,” she said softly, “can you walk with me? There’s something we need
to discuss.” She walked away, back toward the manager’s office.
 
He followed her; his eyes were drawn to where her muscular buttocks flexed
inside her camouflage pants.  She was a fine figure of a woman, kept herself
fit, attractive.  He found himself admiring her deeply, and wanting to admire
her more deeply.
 
In the office, she seated herself on the edge of the desk, and pulled her scarf
down.  “Take your helmet off,” she suggested softly.
 
He obeyed; it seemed a good thing to do.
 
She leaned forward, drew him close to her, and kissed him.
 
His lips were stiff, awkward; he wasn’t used to kissing.  But she showed him
how, and he improved rapidly.
 
“You are a fine man, a good leader,” she said softly, undoing her camouflage
jacket and shedding it on to the desk.  “I want to follow you anywhere, let you
do anything to me.” Her t-shirt followed.
 
He leaned his halberd against the wall, began to unlatch parts of his armour. 
“You are a good subordinate,” he told her.  “A born leader.  You will go far. 
I want to show you just how much I appreciate your support.”
 
She slid forward off the desk, kicked off her boots, slipped out of her camo
pants.
 
He was down to his boxers by now, his armour in sections about him.  She undid
her bra, dropped it on the desk to reveal firm, shapely brown breasts, tipped
in dark red.  Her nipples were firmly erect.
 
Somewhere he had heard that women liked having their nipples sucked; he lowered
his face to her left breast and drew the nipple into his mouth.  She moaned and
arched her back. “Oh yes, Colin,” she moaned, and pushed her panties from her
hips.  They slid all the way to the floor, and she stepped out of them.
 
Dropping to her knees, she pulled his boxers down and took him into her mouth. 
It was his turn to arch his back and groan as she suckled and licked him,
causing his already-impressive erection to rise to truly astounding heights.
 
Sitting back up on the desk, she lay back opening her thighs invitingly.  “Take
me by storm,” she murmured.  “I want you inside me, Colin.”
 
Somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew that this was against regulations. 
But that part of his mind was not getting a say right now.
 
He placed the head of his penis, glistening with her saliva, at the entrance to
her soft, arousal-slick vagina.  He pushed between her labia, into her, deeper
and deeper. She moaned, raised her legs, wrapped them around his waist.  He
began to thrust into her, his hands caressing and squeezing her breasts.
 
Under him, she felt waves of sheer ecstasy blasting through her body.  He was
so large inside her, so strong, so hard.  
 
She wondered why she’d never taken this step with him before.
 
And then her first climax hit, and she wondered nothing at all.
 
She bucked and screamed under him, and he wondered for a moment if she was all
right, but then he felt her clenching around him.  Ah, he thought. Orgasm.
 
She came three more times before he reached his own orgasm, driving solidly
into her, causing her to come again, and unloading spurt after spurt of his
semen hard into her womb.  She grabbed him as he came inside her, pulling him
down, kissing him fiercely.  He kissed her back, arms under her body as his
penis thrust into her, spurting the last of his seed into her body, lifting her
up, holding her against him.
 
When he withdrew from her, she sat up, slid off the desk, and sucked him to
erection once more.  Then she bent over the desk and invited him to take her
from behind.  He took up her invitation with alacrity, and soon she was
climaxing again as he drove mercilessly into her.
 
***
 
Aegis stepped from the transport and looked around.  “Where is everyone?” he
asked the guard.
 
“In there,” said the guard.  “No-one’s come out yet.  I’m just guarding out
here.”
 
“Miss Militia and Armsmaster?”
 
The guard nodded.  “They went in about twenty minutes ago.”
 
Aegis frowned.  “Okay, thanks.”
 
He walked on in, wondering where Vista and Kid Win were; surely they should
have waited around for him to debrief them.  And where Miss Militia and
Armsmaster were.
 
He tried their comms.  There was no answer.
 
And then it hit him.
 
He dashed back to the door.
 
“Have you been inside at all?” he asked the guard.
 
“No, sir,” said the guard.
 
“Good.  Don’t go in, and don’t let anyone else in.”
 
The guard frowned.  “Why not?”
 
“Because the air in there is loaded with pheromones.”
 
“Phero-whatsits, sir?”
 
Aegis sighed.  “Chemicals that will make you so horny that you’ll have sex with
anyone you see. I’ve got to get everyone out of there, before people do things
that they’ll seriously regret.”
 
He dashed back inside, started looking.
 
Men’s bathrooms.  Four techs, two male and two female, all naked, all engaged
in rampant sex.
 
Women’s bathrooms.  Four more techs, three men and a woman.  She appeared to be
enjoying herself immensely.
 
Fuck, he thought. Too fucking late.  And Armsmaster and Miss Militia have been
here for twenty minutes.
 
He could feel the pheromones trying to affect him, but he redirected the urges
elsewhere.  He felt really, really hungry.  Adaptable organs, I love you.
 
There’s only one way to get everyone out of here in a hurry, he thought.  And
maybe clear some of the pheromones.
 
Going to the nearest fire alarm, he pulled the handle.
 
The alarm went off, shrieking loudly.  And then the sprinklers went off as
well, soaking him.
 
Okay, he thought. Let’s see how this goes.
 
***
 
It still took a little time, but two by two, soaked techs stumbled out of
various rooms, pulling on equally soaked clothes. Aegis directed them outside.
 
The last to appear, from the manager’s office, were Miss Militia and
Armsmaster.  She was fully dressed; he was wearing his armour.  But Aegis knew,
without a doubt, what had happened there.
 
They looked at him as they passed him.  Each one nodded, in turn.
 
We will never speak of this again.
 
He followed them out.
 
Now, he thought. How the fuck am I going to word my report?
 
He was not looking forward to this.
 
***
 
Chris and Missy strolled into the Weymouth Mall.  They held hands, not
obtrusively, but it was there.
 
They found Panacea, in civilian clothes, in the food court. She was nibbling at
a Subway sub.
 
“Sorry we’re late,” said Missy, sliding in opposite her. “We got held up.”
 
Chris, sliding in beside Missy, snorted.
 
“Oh, okay,” said Panacea.  She put the sub down and reached across to take
Missy’s hand. “Let’s see how – oh!”
 
“Oh, what?” asked Missy.  “Is there something wrong?”
 
Panacea glanced around, then rose to her feet.  “Not yet,” she said.  “But we
need to move, and fast.”
 
Chris looked around, tensing.  “What’s up?”
 
“Nothing,” Panacea assured him.  “Stay here.  Get something to eat.  A cold
drink.  Missy and I are going for a walk.”
 
He frowned, but nodded.  Panacea usually knew what she was talking about.
 
As they walked off, he got some food, then sat down again.
 
A blonde about his age slid into the seat beside him. “Hi,” she said.  “I’m
Maxine.”
 
“Hey,” he said.  Wow, girls were just throwing themselves at him today. 
“Chris.”
 
She smiled at him.  “That’s a nice name.”  She snuggled in against him.  “Tell
me about yourself, Chris.”
 
He put his arm around her; she seemed to positively expect it.
 
“Well,” he said, “I like sexy girls with blonde hair ...”
 
She giggled, and kissed him.
 
***
 
“You what?” demanded Missy.  They were outside the mall, in a windy area;
Panacea had insisted on it.
 
“I screwed up,” confessed Panacea.  “When I triggered your hormones, I also
triggered your pheromone production.  It’s been running at fifty times normal
rate.”
 
“Pheromones?” asked Missy.
 
“Sex hormones.  Airborne ones.”
 
“So these would make people ...”
 
“Really really horny, yes,” said Panacea.  She paused.  “Has anything strange
happened to you today?”
 
Missy blushed scarlet.  “Just ... a bit,” she admitted.  She filled in Panacea
on what had happened in the bank.
 
Panacea put her face in her hands.  “Oh, holy jesus fuck,” she muttered.  “I’m
going to the Birdcage, I know I am.”  She grabbed at Missy.  “I’m reversing
what I did to you.  We can’t have this getting out.”
 
Missy backed away.  “Can’t you just stop the pheromones?” she asked.  “If I
don’t develop, then Dean doesn’t notice me ...”
 
Amy bit her lip.  “I can’t stop them,” she said.  “They are integral to your
development.  But I can scale them back.  More than normal human, but less
blatant.  And much less likely to cause orgies wherever you go.”
 
Missy nodded.  “Okay,” she said.  “But I’m still horny as hell. And my nipples
...”
 
Amy nodded.  “We can go and deal with that right now.  First ...”  She put her
hands on Missy and concentrated for a moment.  Missy didn’t feel a thing. 
“Okay, now you’re no longer a walking cure for impotence.”
 
Missy grinned.  “It was kinda funny.”
 
Amy raised an eyebrow.  “Funny, huh?  What about what would have happened if
capes had shown up and gotten a good lungful?”
 
Missy’s eyes went wide.
 
“Oh,” she said.  “Oh shit.”
 
“Oh shit is right,” Amy told her.  “So we tell exactly nobody.”
 
“Not even Chris?” asked Missy, as she accompanied Amy back into the centre.
 
“Definitely not even Chris,” Amy told her.  “Um ... did anything ... happen ...
between you?”
 
Missy blushed hard again.  Amy rolled her eyes.  “Christ,” she muttered.
 
“It was good!” protested Missy.
 
“I have no doubt,” Amy said dryly.  “In here.”
 
They entered the ladies’ bathroom.  Amy led her to the disabled cubicle, which
was much larger.
 
“Strip,” she ordered, after locking the door.
 
“Why?” asked Missy, already doing so.
 
“So I can observe your body for any problems.”  She pulled her shirt over her
head.
 
“Okay,” said Missy, “but why are you stripping?”
 
Amy smiled as she took her bra off.  “So you won’t feel weird when I start
sucking your nipples.”
 
As Amy’s body emerged from her clothing, Missy decided that she was the most
attractive girl she had ever seen.  Perfect form, perfect breasts.  She ached
to suck them.
 
“Could I ... suck your breasts, too?” she asked, greatly daring.
 
Amy smiled.  “It couldn’t hurt,” she said, moving into Missy’s arms.
 
They kissed, at first gently, and then with greater and greater passion.  Amy’s
tongue tangled with Missy’s, and Missy felt a great wave of arousal.  And then
she was being lowered gently to the floor, and Amy’s mouth was fastening on to
her nipple.
 
The sensation was like nothing on earth.  It felt like a massive pressure was
being released, and that every second of that release was a thousand orgasms,
all joined into one. Missy couldn’t even scream; she locked her mouth open, but
her vocal cords froze up.  Her body convulsed, and she clutched at Amy’s naked
body, moaning and panting, tears running from her eyes.
 
Amy moved farther down her body, kissing gently as she went.
 
“My ... other nipple,” protested Missy weakly.
 
“I’ll let you rest, after the first one,” promised Amy. “Spread your legs, I
have to sample your hormonal balance down here.”
 
Obediently, Missy spread her thighs.  Amy lowered her mouth to her soaking
pussy, and began to sample her juices.  She went right on sampling them, even
as Missy went into another wide-eyed orgasm, her juices continuing to flood. 
Amy’s tongue was magical; she slithered it between Missy’s swollen labia,
delved it deep into her vaginal canal, and flicked it at Missy’s rigidly erect
clitoris.
 
Missy came again and again.
 
Finally, Amy moved up her body, and latched on to Missy’s other nipple.
 
Again, the sensation of releasing pressure; of orgasmically massive relief. 
Pleasure blasted anything resembling coherent thought from Missy’s brain.
 
***
 
Missy lay back, panting, exhausted, on the cold tiles. Amy lay alongside her,
naked, smiling. 
 
“Did you still want to suck my breasts?” she asked quietly.
 
Missy rolled over and kissed her; she tasted her own juices, and something else
on her lips.  Whatever she sucked out of my breasts, she realised.  It tasted
heady, exciting.  Arousing.
 
Pushing Amy on to her back, Missy moved down and began to lick and suck at the
biokinetic’s breasts and nipples.  Amy moaned softly and caressed Missy’s body
as she did so.
 
Missy suckled on Amy’s nipple, drawing it harder and harder into her mouth. 
Amy moaned louder.  “Oh god yes, Vicky,” she whispered.  “Do it to me.”
 
Missy realised that Amy was overlaying this sex session with a fantasy of her
with her sister, but mentally shrugged.  Not the strangest thing that has
happened today.
 
She switched to the other breast, and again suckled aggressively on the nipple,
reaching down to rub at Amy’s soft, slick sex.  Amy arched her back and groaned
out loud.
 
Kissing and licking her way down to Amy’s swollen labia, Missy began to apply
the lessons she had learned earlier from the wayward nun. She licked, slurped,
flicked her tongue and delved deep.  Amy’s juices spurted into her mouth as she
arched her back and came.  She kept at it, driving Amy into one orgasm after
another.
 
Finally, she let Amy rest, crawling up to lie alongside her on the cold, hard
floor.  She put her arms around Amy and kissed her gently.
 
“Was that okay?” she asked softly.  “Did I stand in well enough for your
sister?”
 
Amy smiled wearily and kissed her back.  “Oh, definitely,” she said.  “If
Vicky’s half as good as you, she’ll still blow my mind.”
 
She sat up, then climbed carefully to her feet.  Missy did the same, leaning on
the wall to do so.
 
“So, less in the way of pheromones, huh?” she asked.
 
Amy grinned.  “Well, with the amount of sex we just had, I wouldn’t come in
here with a strange guy any time too soon, or I might just leave pregnant.”
 
Missy giggled, but got the point.  She wondered if Chris had gotten her
pregnant.
 
They got dressed; Missy found her earlier attraction toward Amy ebbing with the
lack of sheer arousal she was feeling.  “Wow,” she said.  “You really helped.”
 
Amy nodded seriously.  “I thought it might.  And you really helped me.”
 
They hugged; friends, not lovers.
 
“Though it will come back,” added Amy.
 
“Can you help me again when that happens?” asked Missy.
 
Amy grinned.  “What are friends for?” she said.
 
***
 
Chris was a little disappointed when Maxine left to go with her friends, but
gave him her number and another brain-numbing kiss on the lips before she went.
 
Wow, he thought. Two numbers in one day.  And I got to make love with Missy. I
must be doing something right.
 
Missy slid back into the seat beside him.  “So,” she said.  “Ready to go?”
 
He looked at her.  She didn’t seem to be quite so overwhelmingly sexy as
before; maybe she’d made her clothes look a bit more modest.  Still, she was
definitely a bit sexy.
 
“Sure,” he said.  “So you’re done?”
 
“Yeah,” she grinned.  “All done.”
***** Chapter 5 *****
As they walked from the shopping mall, Missy did not try to take Chris’ hand,
and he did not protest the lack thereof.  She seemed to be ... serene.  Less
fidgety.  Like there wasn’t so much bothering her.  
 
Whatever Panacea talked to her about, it must have helped.  I wonder what that
urgency was all about?
 
He had two phone numbers in his pocket, and a frankly amazing day to think
over. Holy god, I just had sex with two girls, one after the other.  One of
those was walking beside him.  He felt for her hand; she let him take it,
holding his hand casually, as if they were out for a walk, not boyfriend and
girlfriend.
 
“Missy ...” he said.
 
She looked up at him.  “Yes, Chris?”
 
He smiled at her.  “You’re a really amazing girl, and what we did was fantastic
...”
 
She smiled back, a little sadly.  “I hear a ‘but’ coming.”
 
He nodded, and squeezed her hand.  “But ... yeah, there is a but.  But ... I’m
really not sure what happened there.  Earlier.  In the bank, and on the roof. 
I just wanted to ... and you didn’t seem to mind ...”
 
She giggled as they sat down at the bus stop.  “Oh, I wanted to, trust me on
that.  And it was wonderful.”  She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.  “It
was a truly beautiful first time for me, Chris.  But it’s okay if you want to
ease off.  I want to be with Dean, remember?”
 
Letting go of her hand, he put his arm around her shoulders, gave her a semi-
brotherly hug.  “Well ... thank you for letting me be your first.”  He chuckled
shakily.  “I can’t even believe we’re having this conversation.  I’ve got so
much to think about.”
 
The memories of being in the bank and on the rooftop, of having sex with that
girl, of Missy begging him to take her from behind ... he felt himself swelling
in his jeans again.
 
She giggled at him.  “I’ve got a bit to think about too.”  She leaned into his
hug.  “Thank you for coming out with me today.  Thank you for ... everything
you did with me.”
 
There wasn’t much he could say to that.  The bus pulled up, and they got on
board. 
 
***
The ride back to the PRT tower was relatively uneventful.  Missy’s arousal
level, although not altogether reduced to nothing, was far down from where it
had been before.  Combined with Panacea’s adjustment of her hormone levels, the
pheromone level around her was not as dramatic as before.
 
Couples were a little more affectionate, and several people indulged in heavy
petting, but no-one actually had sex this time.
 
***
 
“There you are,” said Aegis.  “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
 
“Oh, sorry,” said Missy.  “We just wanted to de-stress, so we kind of turned
off our comms.”
 
“Seriously?” asked Aegis.  “I can understand you being a bit shaken after the
bank incident, but I expected better from the two of you.”  He eyed Chris. 
“Especially you, being the older.”
 
"Hey," said Missy.  "I've been a Ward longer.  My idea, my fault."
 
Aegis looked from one to the other.  "Well, no matter whose fault it was ..."
 
Chris ducked his head and shuffled his feet.  “Won’t happen again,” he
mumbled.  Missy nodded in agreement.
 
“It had better not.”  Aegis indicated the elevator.  “Director Piggot wishes to
debrief you.  Go up and wait.”
 
They got in the elevator; despite her apprehension, Missy felt her nipples
beginning to harden again.  Inside her panties, her soft delicate labia were
beginning to swell with blood, and her juices beginning to flow once more.
 
Panacea’s treatment had only been a fix, and that only a temporary one.  It
would take Missy perhaps a day to get back to her previous level of arousal,
but it was already starting.
 
Chris, on the other hand, was too nervous to notice the apparent change in her.
He deliberately let go of her hand and put it in his pocket.  “We don’t –“ he
began.
 
She nodded.  “No,” she agreed.  It was understood.  That never happened.
 
***
 
They sat and waited in the outer office.  From time to time, they heard
shouting through the thick door.  It appeared that someone was getting their
ass royally handed to them, on a silver platter.
 
Missy shivered.  “That’s gonna be us, in a bit.”
 
Chris nodded.  “We were stupid, turning off our comms.”  He stole a sideways
glance at her.
 
She shrugged.  “It happened, we wear it. We never do it again.”
 
He reached out, grasped her hand.  She squeezed back, and smiled gratefully at
him.  New wafts of pheromones reached his nostrils, invaded his vomeronasal
organ, sent hormones of arousal throughout his body.
 
Dang, he thought.  She's some kinda sexy.
 
But he was too nervous to comment, to follow up on it right at that moment.
 
***
 
Armsmaster and Miss Militia stood at rigid attention before Director Piggot’s
desk.
 
She stood also, unmindful of the pain in her calves, her face red with
suppressed anger.
 
“I cannot believe the pair of you!” she shouted.  “Not only do you have sex at
a crime scene – which breaks so many regulations that we’re going to have to
print new pages for  the report just to fit them all in – but you also try to
conceal the fact!”  
 
She pointed dramatically at the security camera in the corner of the room,
carefully angled so as to not actually scan anything on top of her desk.  “Did
you perhaps not stop to think that your act would be filmed in all its glory by
the bank security cameras?”
 
Miss Militia and Armsmaster were already at attention, but they managed to
become a little more statue-like, a little more upright, at the cutting scorn
in her voice.
 
She paused.  “Well?”
 
Armsmaster spoke.  “Madam Director, we did not stop to think – we –“
 
“I can tell you didn’t stop to think,” Piggot interrupted, her voice savagely
sarcastic.  “You were too busy disrobing!”  She waved a disc.  “This was
downloaded by the police, wearing gas masks.  It’s no doubt made the rounds of
the station by now!”  
 
She leaned forward, glared at Miss Militia.  “Are you proud that you no doubt
feature prominently in the erotic daydreams of all the young male constables,
and probably not a few of the female ones as well?”
 
Miss Militia flinched noticeably.  “No, ma’am, I –“
 
“Save it,” snarled the Director.  “Aegis informs me that the building was
loaded with pheromones; the air-conditioning spread them around, so it’s hard
to pinpoint the exact starting location. So while there is some level of
justification for what you did, you still should have noticed the effects and
left the area.”  She frowned, glancing down at her computer.  “Be that as it
may, they’re here now.  You will stand off, and not interrupt.  I want to hear
what happened from their own mouths.  Do you understand?”
 
Armsmaster and Miss Militia nodded in unison.  They stepped to the side. 
Piggot tapped a button on her computer.  “Send them in.”
 
***
 
The receptionist nodded to the two Wards.  "You may go in now.". They got up
and trooped into the office within.  Wow, she thought.  They look like they're
in trouble.
 
As the door closed behind them, she glanced around, put her headset on, and
tapped out her girlfriend's number on her phone.
 
***
 
The receptionist did not know, could not know, that Master/Stranger protocols
had been instituted following the bank incident, and the compromising of two of
the PRT's most capable cape assets in the area.  Thus, all incoming and
outgoing calls were checked against a list of approved numbers, and anything
out of the ordinary was monitored.
 
Thus, at the security station, this phone call flashed up red on the screen. 
The PRT guard, Bill by name, frowned and clicked on it; the call immediately
fed to his headset.  This also opened a folder, into which the call was
digitally recorded. 
 
***
 
"Hi, sexy," she whispered.  "Yes, I'm calling you from work.  I'm feeling
really bad right now.  Tell me what you want me to be wearing.  Make it dirty."
 
She listened, licking her lips slowly, as her girlfriend described in extremely
intimate detail a set of underwear that she had seen once but never dared buy,
let alone wear.  By the time the description ended, she had her hand under her
skirt, rubbing herself sensuously.
 
"Oh yes," she breathed.  "I'm on the bed.  You have me tied down.  I've been a
very bad girl indeed.  I need punishment.  What are you going to do to me
first?"
 
***
 
At home, her girlfriend slid down on the sofa until she could ease out of her
panties, then pulled her skirt up to her waist.  Sliding first one finger then
another between her labia, she began, "I'm licking my way up your body, slowly
and teasingly, not quite touching your hot, wet pussy, but going close enough
to make you groan with desire ..."
 
***
 
"Holy Christ," muttered Bill as he listened.  He leaned across and tapped his
partner on the shoulder. "Joe, you gotta have a listen to this.  Feed six."
 
Joe looked up from his magazine and obediently clicked the mouse.  Seconds
later, he was sitting up, fully alert. "Fuck me rigid.  This is good stuff. 
Who's this?"
 
"The Ice Queen herself.  Roberta, from Piggot's front desk."
 
Joe listened to the ongoing conversation with growing interest.  "Please tell
me you're recording this."
 
"Fuck yes."
 
They fell silent then, listening avidly.   
 
***
 
Roberta leaned back in her chair, rubbing harder.  "Oh, please, pinch my
nipples, pinch them harder. I'm begging you, make me scream ..."
 
***
 
Joe and Bill shared a silent fist-bump as they both listened.  This is
fuckin' gold.  
 
Copies, of course, would be made.  Illicit, of course, but it would not be the
first time.
 
And of course, they would have to let the call run to its end, so as to not tip
off the Ice Queen.  And as diligent security officers, they would have to
listen in on every second of it.
 
It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.
 
***

Director Piggot eyed the two Wards with only moderate disfavour, having vented
the majority of her spleen on Armsmaster and Miss Militia.
 
"So tell me, in your own words," she invited them, "what happened once you
entered the bank."
 
Chris swallowed.  "Are - are we in trouble?"
 
Director Piggot smiled thinly.  "No doubt.  But not as much trouble as
you will be in if you don't tell me what happened."
 
Missy took a deep breath.  "We went into the bank and got in line.  We were
right up the front when we heard the shots."
 
"Shots?" asked Chris.  "I only heard the one shot."
 
"I'm sure there was more than one shot," said Missy with a frown.
 
Director Piggot tapped a few keys on her computer.  "The police report has
three bullet holes in the ceiling over the door."
 
"Huh," said Chris.  "Shots, I guess, then.". He took a deep breath.  "Well, me
and Missy both activated our emergency buttons, then got down on the floor like
they told us."
 
"We made a count of the men and the weapons they had," supplied Missy. "Six
men, armed with pistols and H&K MP5s.  Dark overalls, gloves, balaclavas.  They
made us all get in a group in the middle of the floor, sitting down next to
each other."
 
Chris nodded.  "They were a bit loud, but no-one got hit, no-one got shot. 
They were just there to clean out the cash drawers, take some money from the
vault, and go."
 
"I got that impression, too," agreed Missy.  "They had one guy on the doors,
one watching us, two emptying the drawers, and  two took the manager away. 
Down to the vault, I guess."
 
Chris frowned.  "It wasn't long after that the weird stuff started happening. 
People were comforting each other, started kissing and fondling.  This one girl
-" he broke off, embarrassed.
 
"We've seen the footage," said the Director, almost  gently.  "We saw what
happened between you and the girl."
 
Chris blushed furiously.  "I didn't - I mean, it happened, but I didn't know it
was going to.  I mean, one minute I'm comforting her, and the next she's
kissing me, and  it's like the most natural thing in the world, and then we're
-". He broke off again, scarlet to the hair line. 
 
"So, there was no strange feeling, as if you were being controlled from the
outside?" asked the Director.
 
Chris shook his head.  "No, it just felt ... natural.  I just ... wanted to,
and she wanted to, and everyone around us was doing it, so ... we did it."
 
"Yes, you did indeed," murmured the Director.  Chris looked as though he wanted
to sink through the floor. Piggot raised her head.  "Do you at least have a way
of contacting the young lady, so that any legal  questions can be settled?"
 
"I, uh, got her number," offered Chris.  
 
"Excellent," said Piggot.  "Give it to me.  I will contact her and give her our
most sincere apologies."
 
"Um," said Missy, "I don't know if they'll even want to talk about it."
 
The Director frowned at her.  "Why is that?"
 
"Because the same girl that Chris was, um, with, was, um, giving oral sex to a
woman who I'm pretty sure was her mother," explained Missy, blushing even
harder than Chris was.  
 
***
 
Her arousal level also jumped dramatically, as she recalled what she had been
doing, and what had been done to her, at that time.  Her nipples were very hard
indeed, which did not serve to lower her arousal in any way.  
 
She found herself looking at the Director and wondering exactly how soft and
rounded and pink she would be under that severe dress.  How exciting it would
be to tease apart fold after fold of soft, yielding, quivering flesh, to
finally lower her mouth upon Piggot's warm, wet labia, to tongue deep between
them, to bring her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm ...
 
She rubbed her thighs together; the crotch of her panties, and her shorts, was
positively soaked in her juices by now, and more was flooding out all the
time.  She could not stop the sexual images from entering her mind; she
imagined lowering herself slowly on to Armsmaster's undoubtedly thick erection,
while Chris took her from behind, and the Director suckled on her nipples ...
 
Her juices flowed, and pheromones evaporated into the air.  Not as strong as in
the bank, to be sure, but this was a much smaller room.
 
Some escaped out under the door, into the outer office, and spread through the
air, to where Roberta sat, talking dirty with her girlfriend.
 
***
 
“I’ll see you when I get home, you sexy thing,” breathed Roberta.  The orgasm,
brought on by a combination of pheromones, dirty talk and masturbation, had
been profound, but she wanted more.
 
“I’ll be naked, in the bedroom,” purred her girlfriend.  “I’ll have the dildos
out, and my asshole lubed up. I’m gonna want a good fucking afte that one.”
 
Roberta bit her lip.  “Only if you ...” she whispered for a few moments.
 
“Ooh,” said her girlfriend.  “You are feeling kin-kay today.  It’s a deal.  And
if you can’t walk tomorrow, it’s not my fault.”
 
Roberta giggled lavisciously.  “I can’t wait,” she said.  She saw a message
light blinking on her phone.  “I gotta go now.  Bye, sexy tits.”
 
“Bye, nummy puss,” she heard, just before she put the phone down.
 
She picked it up again, pressed the button for the next call.
 
“Parahuman Response Teams, Director’s Office, Roberta speaking,” she said.
 
“Ah, yeah, Roberta, this is Joe down in Security,” she heard.  “Can you come
down for a minute?  There’s something we need to discuss.”
 
***
 
"Is this true?" demanded Piggot of Chris, oblivious to Missy's private
fantasies.  She shifted in her chair, feeling an unaccustomed warmth in the pit
of her stomach, an ache in her nipples, an a moisture between her thighs.  "The
girl you were fucking, was she eating her mother's pussy?"
 
She paused.  That wasn't right.  She tried to get a grip on herself. "Describe
how you were ... putting it in her.". Unbidden, the words slipped out.  "Were
you fucking her pussy, or shoving it up her ass?"
 
She paused again.  I should really be using more professional language, she
told herself.  This is no way to conduct an interview.

But then again, fuck it.  These four people have all had illicit sex in
public.  Might as well call a spade a spade.  I’ll clean it up in the final
report.
 
It was very warm in here.  She undid her jacket and slipped it off.  Off to the
side, Miss Militia did the same.
 
***
 
“What is it, gentlemen?” asked Roberta, entering the security station.
 
Both the guards stood as she entered.
 
What neither she nor they knew, of course, was that some of Missy’s sex
pheromones were still clinging to her clothing.  And the security station was
even smaller than Piggot’s office.
 
“We’ve got a recording here,” said Joe, “made while this building was under
Master/Stranger protocols.”  He looked at Roberta.  “We were hoping you might
be able to help us explain it to the Director.”
 
He pressed a button.  Her breathy voice filled the room.
 
"Hi, sexy.  Yes, I'm calling you from work.  I'm feeling really bad right now. 
Tell me what you want me to be wearing.  Make it dirty."
 
As her girlfriend’s voice began its recitation of what she wanted her to be
wearing, she looked at the guards in shock.  “You recorded this?”
 
Joe nodded.  “Standard procedure for unauthorised calls during a Master/
Stranger situation.”  He pressed the button again, and the recording cut off
again. “Now, unless you can explain why you broke regulations so thoroughly,
we’re going to have to take this to the Director.”
 
He was hoping to make her squirm, maybe sweat a little.  He didn’t expect what
came next.
 
She sighed and began to unbutton her blouse.  “Okay, gentlemen,” she said with
a smile.  “”Let’s see what you’ve got.”
 
Joe looked at Bill, who looked back at him.  “Wait, what?” Joe blurted.
 
She took her blouse off, and her bra as well; her shapely breasts stood out
proudly, the nipples firmly erect.  Then she reached under her skirt and
removed her already-sodden panties.  Lifting her skirt over her waist, she bent
over the security desk.  “Take me from behind,” she murmured.  “Take me hard.” 
She pushed her hips out; her soft pink labia were glistening with her juices. 
She smelled hot and ready.
 
Joe shrugged, and began to undo his belt.
 
***
 
"I was doing her doggy-style, ma'am," Chris said, his arousal almost blatantly
visible in the front of his jeans.  "She had a really tight, hot wet pussy.  I
came in her once while she was sitting on my lap, and once while I was fucking
her from behind."
 
"And you, Missy," said the Director, licking her lips, "did you get a cock in
your pussy, or did you just get eaten out?". She undid the top button of her
shirt.
 
"I just got eaten out," said Missy, rubbing and caressing her breasts through
her shirt.  "But she was really good at it.  She put her tongue right up inside
me.  And there was this one guy, who put his cock in her from behind while she
was eating me. I think he came in her.  I sucked his cock after that.  It
tasted really sexy.". She paused.  "Chris did fuck me after, on top of the
building.". She felt a fresh flood of arousal at the memory.
 
"Missy!" protested Chris.  "You said you wouldn't talk about that!"
 
"But it's the Director," Missy pointed out.  "She needs to know all the
details."  
 
Piggot's hand was down between her thighs, with her skirt up around her waist,
inside her underwear, rubbing herself roughly.  "This is true," she agreed. 
"Did you rip her clothes off, or did she take them off like a good little
slut?"
 
"Oh, she took them off, " said Chris readily.  "But she sucked me off, first. 
It was great.  And then she took her clothes off and bent over the roof parapet
and let me put it in her from behind.". He rubbed his erection through his
jeans as he did so. "She was so tight and hot and wet. When I came, I filled
her pussy up."
 
"Oh god, yes you did," groaned Missy, one hand rubbing her crotch through her
soaking shorts, one up under her shirt, pulling her inadequate bra out of the
way and squeezing her aching nipples.  More juices flooded from her; more
pheromones joined those already in the air of the small room.  She looked at
the Director.  "Could I take my shirt off?  It's really hot in here."
 
***
 
Joe’s thick erection slid between Roberta’s swollen labia and she moaned.  He
pressed harder into her, and she cried out softly as he penetrated deeply into
her slippery wetness.  Grasping her hips, he began to thrust strongly into her,
driving her forward over the desk with each stroke.
 
Bill watched her breasts swaying, his penis out and ready, not paying any
attention at all to the monitors.
 
“Let’s do a sandwich,” suggested Joe, and pulled out of her; she moaned in
disappointment.  But when Joe got down and lay on the floor, she smiled and
lowered herself over him.  Tucking his rampant erection between her labia, she
slid down on to him until their pubic hair met and meshed.  He reached up and
squeezed her breasts as she moved her hips back and forth; the sensations this
produced  were amazing.

Bill got down behind her, his cock probing for her tight little anal opening. 
She gasped and bent forward over Joe, letting him pull her buttocks apart, and
nestle his penis in between them.
 
“Oh yes,” she murmured.  “Do me deep and do me hard.”
 
She cried out in pleasure and pain mixed as Bill penetrated her tight asshole,
sliding his erection in between her shapely buttocks, spreading her anal
sphincter wide open.
 
***
 
“Yes, I believe that’s a good idea,” said the Director.  “In fact, if anyone
has clothing they wish to loosen or remove, go ahead.”   
 
As Missy peeled her t-shirt off, to reveal her breasts entirely uncovered by
her training bra, the Director took off her own shirt, then undid her own bra
so that it hung loosely over her very full breasts.  Under her desk, she
unfastened her skirt.
 
Miss Militia took off her t-shirt to show her bra, while Chris took off his
shirt, and stepped out of his jeans to show his Y-fronts, bulging out very
obviously in the front from his rampant erection.
 
“Director,” said Armsmaster, “my armour’s heating capability seems to be
playing up …”
 
Piggot nodded.  “Feel free to remove it, Colin,” she said.  “We’re all friends
here.”  She shrugged out of her bra and left it on the desk, and began to
absently rub her breasts and nipples.
 
Missy stared at them.  “You have really nice breasts, Director,” she said.  “I
wish mine were as nice.”  She unfastened her shorts and let them drop to her
ankles, stepping out of them.
 
Miss Militia removed her combat boots, then slid out of her camouflage pants. 
She undid her bra and removed it, revealing her firm brown breasts.
 
***
 
All of this appeared on the screens in the security office.  However, the
guards were not paying attention at that moment.
 
Joe lay on the ground, thrusting up into Roberta’s tight wet vaginal canal,
groaning with each thrust; she cried out and pinched her own nipples as she
felt his erection thrusting deep within her.  At the same time, Bill’s penis
drove into her tight ass from behind, sending her wild with pleasure.
 
Bill felt that his cock was gripped by the tightest, hottest orifice that he
had ever encountered; he was going to cum soon, he knew it.  He gripped her
hips and thrust hard into her, encouraged by her cries of passion.
 
***
 
“Now then,” said the Director, standing up and rounding the desk, clad only in
her panties, “Colin, you fucked Hannah on the manager’s desk, right?”
 
Armsmaster nodded, his erection pressing out at his boxers.
 
“And Chris, you screwed Missy from behind over a building parapet, correct?”
 
Chris nodded, feeling his cock slid up past the waistband of his Y-fronts
 
She nodded.  “Well, I suggest we replay those events, to see how they went. 
But we’ll swap out the participants.  Missy, you take the place of Hannah on
the desk, and Hannah, you take the place of Missy; pretend the desk here is the
parapet.”
 
Missy giggled and went over to Armsmaster.  “Okay,” she said, “What do I do
first?”
 
He looked down at her.  “Well, first,” he said, “she kissed me.”
 
She jumped up and sat on the edge of the desk and held out her arms.  He leaned
down and kissed her; she returned it with quite a bit of enthusiasm.
 
He pushed her back to lie on the desk.  “Then,” he said, “I sucked on her
nipples.”
 
“Oh, yes, please,” she moaned.  As she felt his lips close over her tightly
engorged nipple, she experienced a powerful orgasm … which, just incidentally,
increased the amount of pheromones in the air. Again.
 
He kept sucking at her nipples, driving her insane with lust.
 
“Oh god,” she panted when he had finished.  “What next?”
 
“Then she took her panties off, and sucked my penis,” he said. 
 
She slid to the floor and pulled her panties down and off, leaving her naked.
Then she dropped to her knees in front of him, pulling his boxers down to
reveal his large erection.
 
Right now, she wanted nothing more than to feel that erection between her legs.
 
Tentatively, but with more and more assurance, she began to suck and lick at
him, taking as much of his length – which was a surprising amount – into her
mouth as possible.
 
He grunted.  “If you do that much more, I’ll come.  And I didn’t come in her
mouth.”
 
She stopped sucking on him, and he lifted her to the desk.  “Then she lay back,
and I put my penis inside her.”
 
She lay back willingly, spreading her thighs.  “Please,” she moaned.  “I want
you to put it all inside me.  Make me come.”
 
Director Piggot stood to the side, watching.  Missy reached out and fondled her
breast.  “Can I suck on them?” she asked.  “I like them a lot.”
 
“I don’t see why not,” said the Director, leaning over the desk.  Missy sucked
the large nipple into her mouth at the same time as Colin began to press his
thick cock into her soft, delicate, swollen labia.
 
She moaned through her mouthful of flesh as she felt her labia spreading apart,
and then his head popped inside her, and she cried out.
 
“Oh god, oh god,” she groaned, clutching at Piggot’s breast.  “You’re so big.”
 
She opened her legs wider, pulled the breast back to her mouth, and said, “Now,
put it all in me.” 
 
Armsmaster slowly and carefully slid his thick penis into Missy, inch by inch.
She arched her back and sucked hard on the breast filling her mouth, but she
did not protest and did not complain.
 
Director Piggot felt her knees go weak as Missy’s tongue swirled around her
turgid nipple, exciting sensations in her that she had long thought lost.
 
It was beyond all of Missy’s belief.  She was being fucked by an adult man, and
there was no pain, just a mild discomfort; the rest of it was a huge mass of
orgasmic pleasure.
 
He began to stroke in and out of her, and she nearly lifted off the desk with
the sheer blinding orgasm that this brought to her.  Her teeth sank into
Director Piggot’s breast, and the Director gasped and leaned on the desk.
 
***
 
Armsmaster had never had sex before Miss Militia; this was his second sexual
experience ever, and it was blowing his mind.  He could not believe how tight,
how hot, how wet she was.  And she was taking his penis into her and begging
him to do it to her as hard as he could.
 
He didn’t know how long he could hold out, but he’d do his best.
 
***
 
“So tell me, Chris,” said Miss Militia, standing very close to him.  “How did
you and Vista make love?”
 
“Well, first,” he said, “she kissed me.”
 
She took him in her arms, and kissed him.  Her mouth was spicy, warm,
exciting.  Her tongue invaded his mouth aggressively; he tried to respond in
kind, and felt her reaction, melting into his body.
 
They separated, breathing hard.
 
“And what then?” she asked, running her hands over his body.
 
“She pulled my pants down and sucked on me,” he said, his heart pounding.
 
She lowered to her knees, and he felt his Y-fronts being pulled down.  She made
a noise of pleased surprise as she took him into her mouth.
 
It was like his penis had been trapped in a high-suction hose, one with a
tongue and teeth that knew exactly what to do.  Before he could even react, he
gasped and came, jolting spurt after spurt of semen into her mouth.
 
“Oh god, sorry,” he gasped.  “Wasn’t supposed to happen.”
 
She looked up at him, licking a silver-pearly droplet from the corner of her
mouth.  “We’ll ignore that bit then,” she said.  “What happened after that?”
 
She took him back into her mouth, and sucked him back to erection while she
waited for his answer.
 
“Well, she, uh, took off her pants and bent over the desk, I mean the parapet,”
he said.
 
She smiled, and came to her feet.  “You can do it if you want,” she said
softly.
 
He gulped and knelt down, slowly sliding the tight cotton panties from her
hips, letting them fall to the floor.  Then, as he stood up, she turned and
bent over the desk.
 
“Like this?” she purred, looking over her shoulder.
 
He nodded, and stepped up behind her.  Carefully, he placed his penis at the
entrance to her vagina.
 
“No, no,” she said.  “If you are going to pleasure a woman, you first do
this.”  She reached back and pushed the head of his erection up and down
between her labia, coating him with her juices, and rubbing hard on her
clitoris. He groaned and arched his back with the sensations.
 
“Okay, now you can put it in me,” she said, placing him back where he had been.
 
Grasping her hips, he pushed inside her, parting her swollen, arousal-slick
labia, penetrating her vaginal canal.
 
“Mmm yes,” she groaned.  “Very nice.”
 
He was in heaven; she wasn’t quite as tight as Missy had been; but she felt
even hotter and slipperier.  Pushing harder, he slid into her, until his sparse
pubic hair rested against the taut rounded dusky mounds of her buttocks.
 
“Are you sure you didn’t put it in her ass?” she asked, turning to look at him.
 
He was tempted, but … “Pretty sure,” he admitted.
 
“Pity,” she murmured.  “Well, keep going.”
 
Slowly, but with growing confidence, he began to thrust into her, deeper and
harder with every stroke, reaching forward to caress and squeeze her firm
breasts.
 
“Oh yes,” she told him.  “Oh yes, this is good.  Keep doing that, oh yes
please.”
 
He thrust harder, pumping into her, as he watched Armsmaster thrust his cock
deep inside Missy’s tight wet pussy.
 
***
 
Missy was coming repeatedly; his hands were squeezing her breasts and tweaking
her nipples, and his penis was ramming deep inside her, over and over again,
driving her over the edge, blasting her mind with utter and total bliss.
 
She sucked hard on Piggot’s breast; the Director seemed to like it when she bit
down, so she did whenever she came, which was often.
 
Director Piggot leaned on the desk with one hand, the other on her uncovered
vagina; she had discarded her underwear with the remainder of her inhibitions. 
She felt Missy’s teeth sink into her breast again, and another flood of arousal
swept through her.
 
Armsmaster took hold of Missy’s hips and drove his penis hard into the girl’s
tight vagina; Missy cried out as she came again.  And then Armsmaster was
coming, spurting jet after jet of his hot white cum deep into Missy’s tightly
clenching vaginal canal.
 
Missy arched her back and came again and again as she felt her womb and vagina
filling up with the man’s seed.
 
***
 
Chris held Miss Militia’s hips tightly and stroked into her.  Somehow, he
wasn’t sure how, he was now sliding his penis in between her taut buttocks,
into her oh-so-tight asshole.  She was bent over the desk, gasping in pleasure
as he rammed into her, over and over again.  Her tightest hole clenched around
him as Miss Militia came, crying out in her own language.
 
He didn’t have long to go; he decided to go for broke, and pushed his tempo to
the fastest he could manage.  She cried out, pushing back against him, as his
cock slammed to the hilt into her asshole, over and over again.
 
She felt his penis ram into her, driving so deeply between her buttocks, and
she came again, crying out her pleasure, digging her fingers into the wood of
the desk.
 
And then he drove his thick erection deep into her, pulling her as hard onto
him as he could, and he erupted, spraying his cum deep into her butt, filling
her bowels with his seed.  He pumped into her, jetting more and more semen
inside her, until his balls were aching and empty.
 
***
 
“Well, now,” said the Director.  “Chris, Missy, you can put your clothes on
now.  Thank you for your report.  I will contact you later.  Dismissed.”
 
While Chris began to dress, Missy went over to the Director and said, “Can’t I
stay? I wanted to suck your breasts some more.”
 
The Director smiled.  “You’ve sucked them enough for one day.”   She caressed
Missy’s own breasts, and lowered her mouth to suck on her nipple; Missy
groaned.  Then she kissed Missy; full tongue to tongue.  Missy kissed her right
back, and her hand found the Director’s uncovered sex.  A finger slid inside of
Emily Piggot, and she clenched herself around it.
 
But when the kiss ended, she said, “Behave.  I said, ‘dismissed’.  We’ll take
this up later.”
 
Disappointed, Missy got dressed.  She kissed Armsmaster, who also felt up her
breasts, and Miss Militia, who squeezed her crotch.
 
“Maybe the next time we can do a sixty-nine,” whispered the dark-skinned woman.
 
Missy smiled and kissed her again.  “I’d like that,” she whispered back.
 
***
 
As she and Chris left, they noticed that the receptionist’s desk was
unoccupied, but it didn’t bother them.
 
They were both, of course, highly aroused, and Missy used her powers to skip
them along the corridors until they reached the Wards area.  Once inside, they
made for the nearest sleeping quarters, which turned out to be hers.
 
As they were frantically pulling their clothes off again, Missy turned to
Chris. “Did you put your cock in her ass while she was pretending to be me?”
she asked.
 
He grinned and squeezed her breast.  “Oh yeah,” he said.  “It was great.”
 
She pulled her pants down and bent over the bunk.  “Do you want to try it with
me?” she asked softly, looking back over her shoulder.
 
***
 
Director Piggot kissed Armsmaster, then Miss Militia; they ran their hands over
her overweight body, exciting her considerably.
 
“I understand there was an incident where Chris was doing a girl doggy-style,
while she was eating out her mother,” she said.  “We will re-enact that.  I
will play the part of the girl.  Hannah, you will be the mother.”
 
Miss Militia smiled and lay down, spreading her legs.  Piggot got down between
her legs and started licking and lapping at her pink-brown labia, sliding her
tongue in between and drinking of her juices. Behind her, Armsmaster rubbed his
penis over her wet slippery slit.
 
She moaned as he penetrated her so very deeply, but continued to eat Miss
Militia’s pussy.  They had to re-enact this correctly for the report.
 
Armsmaster gripped her hips and thrust hard into her; he felt her vaginal canal
clench around him, squeezing his penis tightly.  Emily Piggot came, arching her
back as Armsmaster drove into her again and again.
 
She was a little out of practise, but it came back to her as she drove her
tongue into Miss Militia’s vaginal canal, causing the dark-skinned hero to arch
her back and climax loudly.
 
And then, the phone rang.
 
“Fuck,” said Director Piggot.  “Colin?”
 
“Close,” he grunted.
 
“Do it,” she ordered, pushing back at him.
 
He thrust harder into her; she cried out and came again.  And then he
ejaculated deep inside her, thrusting again and again as his penis spurted jets
of semen into her womb.
 
And that was when the alarms went off.
 
***
 
Bill grunted and drove his cock hard up between Roberta’s quivering buttocks,
causing her to cry out in surprise and a little pain, but a great deal of
pleasure. And then he came, blasting the inside of her rectum with a virtual
flood of semen, filling her, pumping her full of the hot sticky fluid.
 
She came around his thrusting penis, clenching her every orifice as the orgasm
blasted through her.  She drove herself hard on to Joe’s thrusting penis,
causing him to go over the edge, and come inside her as well.
 
His erection jerked and spurted hot cum into her womb, jetting spurt after
spurt inside her.
 
***
 
Finally, they subsided, and Bill pulled out of her before she raised herself
off of Joe’s deflating penis.
 
“Thank you, gentlemen,” she said, bestowing a kiss upon each of them.  “Now, I
hope that recording will just stay between the three of us?”
 
Joe grinned.  ‘Oh, definitely.  And any time you want to come down for a
replay, our door is open.”
 
Roberta grinned right back as she stepped into her panties.  “I usually go for
girls, but that was special enough that I’m definitely interested in that
offer.  I’ll see you, gentlemen.”
 
Buttoning the last button on her blouse, she exited the security station.
 
“Well, fuck,” said Bill.  “That was definitely worth it.”
 
“I’ll drink to that,” agreed Joe, tucking his shirt back in.  “If every day
could be like – holy fuck!”
 
“What?” said Bill, looking to where Joe was staring.  It was the security view
of Director Piggot’s office.
 
“Fuck me rigid,” gasped Joe.  “Is that the Director and Miss Militia and
Armsmaster …?”
 
“Fucking each other rigid, yeah,” said Bill.
 
He picked up the phone, dialled the Director’s number.  He saw her head go
around, and she said something. Armsmaster merely fucked her faster.
 
“Christ, you know what this is,” said Joe.
 
“Our jobs?” asked Bill.
 
Joe shook his head.  “A fucking Master/Stranger situation.  Right here in
base.”  He looked at the screen.  “Can you imagine any situation where the Ice
Queen would fuck both of us at the same time, while Piggot has a threesome with
Miss Militia and Armsmaster, all at once?”
 
Bill shook his head.  “No. You’re right.”
 
He uncovered a large red button, produced a key, put it into a keyhole beside
the button, turned it.  Joe produced another key, turned it in another
keyhole.  Joe put his hand on the button, took a deep breath.
 
“Fuck,” he said.  “I hope I’m right.”
 
He pushed down on the button.
 
***
 
Chris held Missy’s hips, thrusting hard between her taut rounded buttocks,
driving his penis deep inside her rectum.  She grasped at the bed covers,
moaning and pushing back at him.  One load of his semen already oozed and
dribbled around where his cock slid in and out of her; she was hoping for
another before he was done.
 
***
 
The alarms went off.  And the building went into full lockdown.
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
Just a Little Earlier
 
Amy Dallon watched Missy and Chris exit the mall. She should be all right, she
thought.  At least for the rest of the day. She thought back to the episode in
the bathroom.  That was ... epic.  And it’s good practice for when I get Vicky,
too.

A hand slapped on to her shoulder, and she jumped.
 
“Amy!” said Vicky, right behind her.  “I’ve been looking all over for you!”
 
Amy turned, her eyes widening.  “Vicky?” she asked.  “What are you doing here?”
 
“Ahh, you’ve been looking sort of down these last few days, so I asked Dad
where you’d got to.  He said you’d gone to the mall, so I figured we could do
some retail therapy together.”  She hugged Amy, then kissed her on the cheek. 
“Mmm,” she said.  “You look nice today.  Did you change your hair?”
 
I’ve still got some of her pheromones on my skin, realised Amy.
 
She hugged her sister back, and returned the cheek kiss, noticeably closer to
the mouth.  “No,” she said.  “I’ve got some new perfume on.  See if you can
tell what it is.”
 
Vicky took a deep sniff of Amy’s neck, and then another.  “Wow,” she said.  “I
can’t really tell.  But it must be good stuff.  Most everyone walking past
can’t keep their eyes off you.”
 
“Maybe it’s you,” suggested Amy daringly. “You’re looking very sexy today.”
 
“Oh, you!” giggled Vicky.  “If you weren’t my sister, I’d –“
 
“Uh, I’m not actually –“ began Amy.
 
“Actually, you know what?” asked Vicky.  “I’m gonna go see Dean.  Wanna come
with?”  She grinned.  “Just be warned, I’m gonna be spending some alone time
with him.”
 
“Uh ... yeah, sure, okay,” said Amy.
 
Dammit, she ranted internally.  Strong enough to make her horny, but not horny
enough to want to take me to bed.

Still, she mused, as they went outside and Vicky took her in her arms, it was
always nice to fly with her.  And usually Vicky had something on with an open
neck, so Amy got a good view down her cleavage.
 
***
 
As Panacea and Glory Girl entered the Wards' area, they met Aegis coming the
other way.  "Hi," he said, looking flustered.  "You two haven't seen Vista and
Kid Win, have you?"
 
"Actually, yes I have," said Panacea. "They were at the Weymouth Mall, getting
on the bus to come here.  Maybe five or ten minutes ago."
 
"Ah, thanks," Aegis said in relief. "No idea what they were doing there. 
Director Piggot wants to see them ASAP.". He hurried out.
 
Vicky turned to Amy with a raised eyebrow. "Any idea what that was about?" she
asked.
 
"None whatsoever," Amy lied, but Vicky wasn't listening.
 
"Oh hey," she said.  "There's Dean.  I'll be back in a while.". And she moved
off, zeroing in on her target.
 
Amy sighed and went to get herself a coffee.
 
***
 
Glory Girl's glorious breasts bounced and bobbed as she worked her hips back
and forth, riding Dean hard.  Lying back with his hands on her hips, he thrust
up into her tight wetness, feeling the sensations begin to overwhelm him once
again.
 
Wow, he though.  She's really into it today.

When they reached his room, she had pounced, more or less tearing the clothes
from his body, and sucked him to erection. As soon as he was hard enough, she
had pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, taking his thick erection
deep into her vagina.
 
Since then, she had climaxed more times than he could count, and he had come
inside her twice.  He was currently working on his third orgasm for the session
... when the building alarms went off.
 
"What's ... that ... for?" gasped Vicky, not slackening in her rhythm.
 
"Lockdown alarm," panted Dean, pulling her hard down on to his throbbing
erection.  "Oh god, oh god, oh god - aaarrrrrghhhhh!"
 
With that inarticulate cry, he arched his back and ejaculated deep inside her
slippery wetness, jetting spurt after spurt of hot white seed into her womb. 
She came again as he did so, crying out in counterpoint, her nails raking his
chest.
 
***
 
Director Piggot staggered to her feet, as Armsmaster’s penis slithered out of
her.  She made it to her desk, leaning on it as she recovered from the orgasm
she had just undergone.  Behind her, Miss Militia sat up and began to lick and
suck Armsmaster back to erection.
 
She grabbed the still-ringing phone from the desk.
 
“Piggot here!” she snapped.  “This had better be good; I was in the middle of
something important!”
 
“Director Piggot,” said the voice on the phone, “this is Bill Redman down in
Security.  I’ve just locked down the building.  We have a Master/Stranger
situation.”

Piggot shook her head.  “What the hell are you talking about?  And why didn’t
you confer with me first?”
 
“Director Piggot,” said the security guard patiently, “since when have you been
in the practice of having sex on your office floor with your subordinates?”

And the tiny voice in the back of Piggot’s head, the one that had been steadily
growing stronger ever since the source of the pheromones left her office,
finally broke through.  And her actions ever since beginning the interview with
Vista and Kid Win, everything that had just happened, snapped into perspective.
 
“FUUUUUUCK!” she screamed, then turned to where Armsmaster was just introducing
himself into Miss Militia, this time from behind.  “Fucking get off her!  Get
up, both of you!  Get some fucking clothes on!  We’ve been fucking Mastered!”
 
They stared at her, and comprehension broke across their faces; they jerked
apart, and Miss Militia scrambled for her clothes.
 
***
 
After they were all dressed, although not one of them could meet the others’
eyes, Piggot picked up the phone and called Security back.
 
“Security, Redman,” she heard.
 
“Mr Redman, thank you,” she said.  “Have there been any other incidents in the
building, or was this an isolated situation?”
 
“Just one other that we know of,” said Bill. “Your receptionist.”
 
“Roberta?” frowned the Director.  “What happened with her?”
 
“She, uh, made an unauthorised call to her girlfriend,” said Bill.  “The
content was rather ... explicit.  We called her down to Security to explain
herself, and she offered us sex in order to keep quiet.”
 
“So of course, you turned her down,” replied Piggot, tucking her shirt in.
 
An uncomfortable silence answered her.
 
“You didn’t,” she groaned.  "Please tell me you didn't have sex with her."
 
“I’m afraid we did, ma’am,” he replied.  “It was only after she left that we
regained our senses, and saw what was happening in your office.”
 
“Well,” she said heavily, “if it turns out that this lapse was due to the
Master situation, no disciplinary action will take place.”
 
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said.  “How do you wish us to proceed with the
lockdown?”
 
"Okay," she said, trying to get her thoughts into some sort of order.  "Aegis
reported an airborne sex pheromone, so issue the order that all guards are to
use breathing gear.  Get everyone under surveillance in a public area. Those of
us that have already been affected need to be separated from the rest, just in
case."
 
She thought for a moment.  "Initiate biohazard countermeasures; full filtration
of all air in the building.  Locate Vista and Kid Win; they appear to be the
closest we have to Patient Zero in this case.  Anyone else found having sex, to
be quarantined in a third area until we can be sure that they are free of the
effects."
 
Another pause.  "And open a security file.  Unknown parahuman, suspected
Master, codename Orgy.  Once everyone else is under surveillance and has passed
Master/Stranger testing, I want a comprehensive sweep.  If he or she is in the
building, I want an immediate capture. Start preparing an airtight cell, just
in case."
 
She paused for thought.  Nothing else occurred to her.  "Anything I've missed?"
 
“Not that I can think of, ma’am,” said Redman.
 
"Very good," said the Director. "See to it."  She hung up the phone.
 
"Well then," she said.  "We’re all compromised, so it's up up to the guards
now.". She moved forward and put her hand on Armsmaster's shoulder. "I
apologise for ripping a strip off the two of you before," she said.  "It's
obviously very insidious stuff."
 
"Could you please take a step back, Director?" asked Armsmaster.  "I just felt
an urge to kiss you."
 
"Ah," she said, stepping back as requested. "Thank you, Colin.  It must still
be affecting us."
 
Miss Militia nodded.  “Yes.”  She did not elaborate farther, but backed off
until she was in a corner.  By unspoken agreement, Piggot sat behind her desk,
and Armsmaster took up position in the opposite corner.
 
After that, there was nothing to do but wait.
 
***
 
Glory Girl and Gallant were just starting to dress when two PRT guards wearing
filter masks entered his room without knocking. Brusquely, they ordered them to
finish dressing, then escorted them to the quarantine areas.
 
***
 
Kid Win and Vista were going for their third go-around when PRT guards also
invaded her room.  These were also wearing filter masks, so the miasma of
pheromones in the room did not affect them, which was perhaps fortunate for
Vista.
 
They were separated, told to dress, and then escorted to the quarantine area.
 
***
 
After a while, Armsmaster said, “Of course, I will be resigning and turning
myself in for whatever punishment is due me.”
 
Director Piggot stared at him.  “For having sex with me?  That’s not exactly a
punishable offense.”
 
“No,” said Armsmaster.  “For having sex with Vista.”
 
“Oh,” replied Piggot.  “Yes.”  She felt her breast, still aware of the teeth-
marks that the girl had left on her. “Well ... you have mitigation; the Master
effect.”
 
“It does not change the fact that I had sex with a twelve year old girl,
Director,” Armsmaster pointed out.  “That is wrong in so many ways that I
cannot count them.”
 
The Director nodded.  “Well, at the very least, she will be needing a medical
checkup and psychological counselling.  Remind me, after this is over.  Until
then, no more about resigning.  We need to keep this in-house.”
 
“Yes, ma’am.”
 
At that moment, guards knocked on the door, and took them to where they could
be watched, along with everyone else.
 
***
 
Finally, once everyone in the building was accounted for, Master/Stranger
questions began to be asked, of each and every person in the building.
 
It took some time.
 
***
 
Director Piggot, Armsmaster and Miss Militia, were the first three to be
cleared, and the Director immediately took charge once more. After taking a
freezing cold shower, she donned a filter mask and oversaw more Master/Stranger
questioning.
 
***
 
Amy, sitting in the primary quarantine zone, was feeling more and more
apprehensive all the time.  Missy will be in so much trouble when they find out
about the pheromones.

It didn’t occur to her to be worried about her own part in the matter.
 
And then the door opened, and Vicky was ushered through. Amy hugged her, hard.
 
“Vicky, are you all right?  What did they want you for?”
 
Vicky laughed shakily.  “They caught me getting dressed after having sex with
Dean, so they thought I might be affected.  But I passed the protocols, so I’m
good.”
 
And then Amy had one of those brainwaves which seem like a stroke of genius at
the time.
 
But only at the time.
 
I know exactly what pheromones she’s been putting out, she thought.  I can get
her off the hook, and get something else I desperately want.

She concentrated slightly, and particles began wafting off her skin, put out by
the micro-organisms living there.  These had a slight improvement on what Vista
was putting out; these were a skin agent.  They did not need to be inhaled.
 
Her touch on Vicky’s skin kept her sister immune until people across the room
started to react to it, moving closer to one another, touching, rubbing,
kissing.
 
And then she let Vicky feel the full impact of it.
 
“Amy,” murmured Vicky, “thanks for being here for me.  I don’t know what I’d do
without you.”
 
Amy smiled and hugged her sister.  “I’m always here for you, Vicky.  You know
that.”
 
Vicky hugged her back, pressing close to her.  “You always do so much for me,
Amy.  I love you.  You know that, don’t you?”
 
Amy held her sister, caressing her back gently.  I have to appear to be unaware
of this.  “Of course, Vicky.  I love you too.”
 
Vicky pulled back, looked at her with smouldering eyes. “No,” she breathed. 
“I really love you.”  She leaned in again, and kissed Amy full on the lips. Amy
almost surrendered to it, but managed to hold herself back.
 
“Wow, Vicky,” she said playfully.  “That’s a bit full-on, isn’t it?”
 
“Don’t care,” said Vicky, rubbing her body against Amy’s.  
 
All around them, people were hugging, kissing.  The first buttons and zippers
were beginning to come undone.
 
The two guards, one male and one female, at the door, first raised their guns
and shouted for people to cease their amorous activity. And then they raised
their filter masks, turned to each other, and entered a full-on lip-lock.
 
Glory Girl bore her sister to the floor; Amy struggled, but not too hard.  
 
“Vicky,” she whispered.  “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
 
Vicky kissed and licked her way down her sister’s neck, and then began undoing
her top.  “Never more sure than anything else in my life,” she declared. 
Pulling Amy’s top open, she exerted herself briefly, snapped Amy’s bra in two,
and commenced to lick and suck at Amy’s now-exposed breasts.
 
Amy shuddered in pleasure, and relaxed to allow her sister to have her wicked
way with her.
 
And never once did she feel guilt.
 
***
 
“Director Piggot, we have an Orgy situation in quarantine one,” reported a
guard.
 
“Have the personnel there quell it!” snapped the Director.
 
“They’re not answering their comms,” reported the guard unhappily.  “Security
cameras show that they’re ... participating.”
 
“I said that all guard personnel were to wear filter masks!” shouted Piggot.
 
“Ma’am, they were,” stated the guard firmly.
 
Piggot put her face in her hands.  “Fuck,” she said.  “What the fuck do we
do now?”
 
***
 
Amy knew what she wanted to do.  And she was doing it.

Vicky suckled on her nipples, hard, so very hard, to the very edge of pain. 
Amy whimpered and caressed her head, and rubbed her foot up and down Vicky's
leg. Oh god, oh god, this feels so good.  "Don't stop," she moaned.  "Don't
stop."

Vicky tongued her way down Amy's stomach, making the biokinetic's abdominal
muscles twitch and flutter, until she came to Amy's jeans.  She set her hands
in the waistband and pulled apart sharply.  The button ricocheted off the wall
and embedded itself in a ceiling panel.  Amy found herself being divested of
her pants in no uncertain terms.  Vicky was definitely taking charge of her
body.

She was so turned on.  So very, very turned on.

Her panties disappeared, torn to shreds by Vicky's teeth.  Her legs were
parted.  Vicky's face descended between her creamy thighs.

She felt the tongue, the so-long-desired tongue of her sister, flick at her
labia, tasting her flowing juices.  She gasped.  The touch came again.  Slipped
in between.  She arched her back, helpless to do anything but react.  Vicky
slid her tongue between Amy's labia, from back to front, a long slow tasting,
ending at Amy's clitoris.  Amy came, convulsively, her juices spattering
Vicky's face.  Vicky licked them off, like a cat.

"Vicky," she moaned.  "Let me eat you, too!"

Vicky was not averse; she tore at her own clothing, was naked in seconds.  Her
thighs straddled Amy's face; her soft, wet, neatly trimmed pussy lowered itself
toward Amy's waiting mouth.

And then she went to work on Amy once more.  Tongue, lips, fingers, even teeth;
these each took a turn.  Amy cried out again and again as she climaxed from her
sister's not so tender ministrations.  She tried to give as good as she got,
and she may have come close; then again, she may also have cheated a couple of
times.  Vicky's nervous system was so easy to play with, and orgasms were so
easy to emulate.

Vicky's tongue delved deep, deep between her labia.  Again, Amy cheated;
Vicky's tongue stretched beyond its normal limit, sliding farther into Amy's
slippery wetness than any human tongue should.  Amy only barely remembered,
through the blazing orgasm that followed, to bring the tongue back to its
normal size when it emerged from her slick vagina.

She clung to her sister, affording her every pleasure that she could.  At some
point, she ceased creating the improved pheromones; they had done their job.  

And then there was a soft coughing sputter, and containment foam began to
splatter around them, expanding to fill, to hold, to contain.

Amy pulled Vicky close to her, her tongue firmly embedded between Vicky's
labia.  Even as she was trapped, imprisoned, she continued to make love to her
sister.
 
Vicky did the same for her.
 
The mutual orgasm was intense.

And still, Amy felt no guilt.
***** Chapter 7 *****
"Oh god, Amy, I'm so sorry."
 
Victoria Dallon was shattered.  She had always considered herself the strong
one, and she had failed her sister.  Had forced her, in fact, to participate in
an act that only missed out on being incest by the technical fact that Amy was
an adoptee.
 
Amy put her arms around Vicky and comforted her.
 
"It's okay, Vicky," she said quietly.  "I wasn't hurt, and once I got over the
shock that it was you, I ..." she paused, glancing around and lowering her
voice, " ... actually kind of enjoyed it.  Quite a lot, in fact.  You're really
rather good at that.". She grinned, keeping her voice down.  "But I'll leave
that bit out of the official report, I think."
 
Vicky looked at her sister gratefully.  "You're so thoughtful, Ames.". She put
her hand over her eyes.  "But how will I ever look Dean in the face again?"
 
Amy cleared her throat.  "Well, given that the last thing I saw before other
matters took hold was Dean, um, 'entertaining' a pair of sixteen year old twin
girls, I don't think it'll be you who has to worry about looking him in the
eye."
 
"But I tore your clothes off!" wailed Victoria.
 
Amy giggled.  "That you did.". She looked at the sleeve of the orange coveralls
they both wore, as their clothes were basically unrepairable.  "Not my colour,
I guess, but it's better than a blanket."
 
She looked up as one of the Wards wandered up.
 
"Hi, Vista," she said cheerfully.  "Vicky, have you met Vista?  Vista, this is
my big sister Vicky."
 
"Pleased to meet you," said Vista, shaking hands with Vicky.  She also clasped
Amy's hand for a moment, which was what Amy had been waiting for.
 
Vista felt a subtle sensation go through her body; she looked curiously at
Amy.  Amy looked back at her steadily.
 
“Oh, uh, Panacea,” she said, “could I talk to you for a moment?  There’s
something I need to ask you.”
 
“Um, sure?” said Amy.  She looked at Vicky.  “If that’s okay with you.”
 
Vicky shrugged.  “Sure.  Just don’t go too far.”
 
Amy moved off with Vista.  As soon as they had a certain amount of privacy, Amy
said in a low tone, “I had to.  It was causing far too much trouble.”
 
“But you’ve stopped my development –“ began Vista.
 
Amy shook her head.  “I’ve redirected certain things.  It was drastic, but
necessary.  You’ll still feel horny, but the pheromones won’t happen any more. 
You want to attract Dean,  you’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way.”
 
“But I’ll still keep growing?” asked Vista.
 
Amy nodded.  “You have a little bit to go, yes.  But be warned; you’re going to
go into the ‘hungry teenager’ stage now.  On fast forward.”
 
Vista frowned.  “That doesn’t sound so bad –“
 
Amy shook her head slightly.  “Your food intake is going to spike,
dramatically.  I’ve optimised your stomach, so that you can keep up with your
needs, but be prepared to pack snacks along on your missions.”
 
“Right,” said Vista.  She sighed, looking over at Dean, who was approaching
Vicky.  “If only I could have gotten alongside him …”
 
Amy sighed.  “Yeah, well.”   But there was a grin lurking at the corner of her
mouth.
 
Vista looked at her.  “I heard … you and Vicky … when they took the containment
foam off …”
 
Amy grinned.  “Yeah.  We were in the process when they foamed us.  She was sort
of shocked when she recovered enough to know what she was doing, and I’ve been
oh so understanding and forgiving.”
 
“So you’ve basically got what you want,” said Vista.
 
Amy shook her head.  “Not really.  Once is not enough.  I want to be with her. 
We had the once; I want to have it always.  Dean’s still in the picture.  Which
is where you come in.”
 
“Well,” sighed Vista.  “I’ll try.”
 
Amy grinned and squeezed her hand.  “You’ll do fine.”
 
They strolled back toward Vicky and Dean.
 
***
 
“Uh … hi,” said Gallant, approaching Vicky’s table.
 
Vicky didn’t look up.  “Hey, Gallant.”
 
He sat down.  “I, uh, just wanted to say …”  He paused.  “Did you really do it
with your sister?”
 
She lifted her head and gave him a cold stare.  “Did you really do it with
sixteen year old twins?  With me right there in the room?”
 
He flushed violently.  “It was … I couldn’t help … anyway, you were having sex
with Amy.  With me right there in the room.”
 
“Yeah,” she retorted, “but at least I only did it with Amy.  Instead of, say,
another guy.  Or even, say, two guys.  That would be worse, wouldn’t you say?”
 
“Yeah,” he protested, aware that he was losing ground and trying to make it up
again, “but your sister?  That’s all kinds of wrong, right there.”
 
“Amy’s adopted,” Vicky said coldly.  “Genetically, we’re not related.”  She
paused.  “And anyway, I’ve known her since we were both very young, and we’ve
kissed and cuddled many times.  And even now, I don’t really feel that what we
did was so … wrong.  I find it very easy to accept.”  
 
She pointed a finger at him.  “But you – as soon as you have an excuse like sex
hormones screwing everyone’s brains, you don’t go to your girlfriend.  You have
a threesome with twins!”
 
***
 
“Wow,” murmured Vista.  “Is it me, or is that getting sort of heated?”
 
Amy raised an eyebrow.  “Looks like,” she replied, just as quietly.
 
Neither Vista, nor Gallant, nor even Vicky, knew what she’d done.
 
She would never make her sister love her.  That would be too blatant, too
direct, too unethical.
 
But she could make her a little more accepting of what had happened;  that was
easy.  And to make her short-tempered around Dean … well, that was skating on
thin ice, but Dean made it easy for her by feeding the flames.
 
This way, Vicky and Dean would be pushed apart, and then once she was with
Vicky, she could put the changes back the way they had been, and no-one would
be the wiser.
 
I can do brains, she told herself.  I just don’t.  Usually.
 
***
 
“Now that’s just not fair,” Gallant protested.  “We were all under the
influence of –“
 
“Seriously?” she shot back.  “I saw you before it started.  They were hanging
off your arms, all over you.  Wanting the wonderful Gallant to protect them
from whatever was going on.”
 
“You’re not being fair!” he protested again.  “I didn’t mean – I didn’t want –“
 
“It didn’t look like it when the clothes started coming off,” she commented
acidly.  “You had time to have sex with both of them before they foamed us.”
 
“And meanwhile,” he retorted, stung, “you were having sex with your sister!”
 
“She’s adopted!” Vicky shouted, drawing all eyes.
 
“It doesn’t matter!” he yelled back at her.  
 
“Yes, it does!” she screamed in his face.  “But I love her whether she’s my
real sister or not!”
 
“So I saw!” he bellowed back.  “And the way you tore the clothes off her, you
sure as hell weren’t thinking of her as your fucking sister!”
 
She slapped him then; at the last minute, she pulled the blow, so that it only
spun him around and dropped him on his ass.  He sat there, one hand to his
face, staring at her.
 
“Fuck you, Gallant,” she snapped.  “We’re through.  If I want to kiss Amy, or
do anything else with her, then it’s none of your fucking business.”
 
So saying, she turned on her heel, walked over to Amy, and looked her in the
eye.  “You liked it, before?” she asked.
 
Wordlessly, Amy nodded.
 
“Well, let’s see what you think of this,” said Vicky.  She took Amy in her
arms, and kissed her.
 
Amy felt her sister’s lips pressing upon hers, and she fought not to respond,
fought to struggle uselessly for a few seconds.  And then she melted into her
sister’s arms, and applied her lips in return.  Her arms curled around Vicky’s
neck and pulled her harder into the kiss.
 
Their lips parted and their tongues touched.  Amy was just a little surprised,
but then, when Vicky set out to do something, she did it all the way.
 
By the time Vicky lifted her mouth away from Amy’s, they were both more than a
little unfocused.  Vicky held Amy close, which was fortunate, as the latter
needed the support to stay standing.
 
“So, did you like that?” asked Vicky softly.
 
“Oh, yes,” whispered Amy.  “Oh yes.”
 
“Good,” breathed Vicky, giving her a gentle peck on the lips.  “Because I think
we’ll be doing it again, soon.  You’re with me, now.”
 
And Amy knew that Vicky was just doing it to spite Gallant, but inside she
exulted, yes! yes! yes!
 
***
 
Gallant stared at Vicky and Amy as they clinched in the passionate kiss which
the argument had sparked.  He held his hand to his face.
 
“What the hell?” he said out loud.  “What the hell did I say?”
 
“Gallant!” he heard, and Vista rushed up to him.  “Are you all right?  Wow, she
hit you really hard.”. Her arms went around him as she knelt beside him.
 
“I’m fine,” he muttered.  “I just don’t know …”
 
He could feel her compassion, her need to help him and her anguish over his
pain.  He also felt her breasts pressing on his arm.
 
Wow, he thought.  She's really starting to develop.  On the verge of rejecting
her help, he instead acquiesced to her assistance.  She helped him to a chair,
sat him down, and clasped his hand.
 
“It’s okay,” she said soothingly.  “I’m here.”
 
And he felt the attraction and affection which she felt for him, and he looked
at her, and saw that the way that she filled out her costume had changed just a
little.  And then he looked over at his ex-girlfriend, now totally taken up
with kissing her sister.  And he looked back at Vista, and he began to like
what he saw, 
 
“Thanks, Vista,” he said, squeezing her hand.  “I really appreciate it.”
 
***
 
Director Piggot’s hair was wet; she had just had a very, very cold shower. 
Absolutely all trace of any sexual desire was gone from her system.  She wore a
filter mask, ranged on either side of her desk were two guards, dressed in
hazmat suits and armed with tasers.
 
Sitting in front of her desk, in a row, were Aegis, Miss Militia, Armsmaster,
Vista and Kid Win.
 
Each of these, except Aegis, was wearing at least a filter mask; both Kid Win
and Armsmaster had hastily and temporarily upgraded their armour for full
closed-circuit operation.  Both Tinkers were currently on internal air.
 
“The last of the detainees have been properly screened and there has been no
indication of lingering effects,” stated the Director.  “No-one has been found
to be a carrier of the Orgy effect; any pheromones left in the building’s air
system have since been scrubbed.  But given what happened the last time most of
us met here, I am taking no chances.”
 
She indicated Vista.  “Have you visited sick bay yet?”
 
Vista nodded.  “I went as soon as I was cleared,” she said.  “I’m a little
sore, but they say no damage was done.”
 
She didn’t say where she was sore.  I wonder if Dean likes anal as well?
 
Piggot nodded.  “Do you wish to have disciplinary charges pressed against
Armsmaster or myself – or Kid Win, for that matter?”
 
Vista shook her head hastily.  “It’s done, it’s done,” she said.  “It wasn't
Armsmaster's idea, nor mine.  I’d just as much rather put it behind me, forget
it ever happened.”
 
The Director made a note.  “An admirable sentiment,” she said.  “I will,
however, be scheduling you for a visit to Doctor Jessica Yamada.”
 
Vista shook her head again.  “I’m not feeling troubled by what happened –“ she
began.
 
“Then you haven’t thought through the ramifications sufficiently far,” Piggot
intervened.  “I’m scheduling us all for therapy, just to ensure that nothing
builds out of this.  Even myself.”
 
“Oh,” said Vista.  “Okay, then.  Thank you, Director.”
 
Director Piggot nodded in acknowledgement.  She turned to Aegis.  “I understand
Gallant and Glory Girl got into a disagreement, following the second Orgy
outbreak.  How was it resolved?”
 
Aegis grimaced.  “There was a screaming match to do with what each of them had
done under Orgy’s influence, then Glory Girl slapped Gallant.  Thereafter, she
went to her sister and … uh, kissed her.”
 
"More pheromones?" asked Piggot sharply.  
 
Aegis shook his head.  "I came on the scene just about that point, and I felt
nothing strange.  After they were finished, I escorted them to sickbay, and
they were both tested clear of any unusual substances.  It appears to be a case
of natural attraction, brought into the open by the Orgy influence."
 
The Director nodded.  "And Gallant?"
 
"He seems to be fine," Aegis reported.  "Glory Girl didn't hit him as hard as
she could have.  Vista tended to him while I escorted the others to sickbay. 
He's chosen not to press any assault charges; we're chalking the whole episode
up to a post-pheromonal hormonal backlash."
 
"So what sparked the disagreement?" asked Piggot.
 
Aegis grimaced.  "Apparently Gallant, under the influence of the Orgy effect,
had sexual relations with a pair of sixteen-year-old twin girls from Indiana. 
And Glory Girl tore Panacea's clothes off and forced her to have sex."
 
"Forced her?  She wasn't willing?". The Director crooked an eyebrow.  
 
"Not so much unwilling as not under the influence," reported Aegis. 
"Apparently her powers make her immune.". He paused.  "She either became
willing, or chose to play along for her sister's sake; I didn't actually ask.".
He cleared his throat.  "She did not protest very much when Glory Girl kissed
her."
 
“Well, at least that part of it’s not my problem, thank heavens,” sighed
Piggot.  She looked at the five people ranged in front of her.  “Aegis; you’ve
been briefed in as to what happened in this office?”
 
Aegis nodded, but said nothing.
 
“Good,” said the Director.  “Now, you will forget it.  It never happened.  That
report will be sealed.  I can attest personally to the insidious nature of the
Orgy effect, and all parties involved are blameless in the matter.”
 
She looked at Vista.  “Would you rather your parents be informed, or not?” she
asked
 
Vista shuddered.  “Oh god, if you can possibly leave them out of this?” she
pleaded.  “They’d pull me straight out of the Wards program and ground me for
about ten years.”
 
“Which would do none of us any good, including the suit they would most likely
bring against Armsmaster in particular and the PRT and Protectorate in
general,” noted the Director.  “Very well.  This will be classified need to
know.  But if you start showing psychological or health issues stemming from
this, then we will be obliged to inform them.”
 
Vista nodded.  “I feel fine,” she insisted.  “Really.”
 
Director Piggot gave her a long, level stare for a few moments, then nodded. 
“Very well.”  She nodded to Kid Win and Vista.  “Dismissed.”
 
They got up with evident relief, and left the room.
 
Piggot faced the remaining three.  “Now,” she said.  “Aegis; you have comported
yourself in an exemplary fashion during this whole episode.”
 
Aegis looked embarrassed.  “My powers –“ he started to say.
 
“ – gave us a heads-up on the whole situation,” the Director interrupted. 
“What I was going to ask you was, how do you intend to handle the next few days
with the Wards?  There are going to be some of them wondering what’s going to
happen, whether they are going to be punished for what happened, what they did
or didn’t do.”
 
“Well, in my opinion, it would be a little unfair to punish them for falling
prey to a Master effect,” decided Aegis.  “Maybe a night out?  A monitored
social situation, where they can blow off steam without anything untoward
happening?”
 
“That’s not a bad idea,” agreed Miss Militia.  “If one of us goes along as
chaperone, they’ll have an adult presence to keep them in check, but they’ll
still be able to talk and joke and get it all out of their systems.”
 
Piggot looked at Armsmaster.  “Colin?”
 
Armsmaster nodded.  “I have no objection in theory to that.  But I think I will
sit this one out.”  He paused.  “If I can build sensors into my armour to
monitor my own reactions to stimuli, I might be able to program it to detect if
I am under the influence of the Orgy effect, and perhaps administer a counter-
agent.  An electric shock, or something similar.  Something to jar me back to
reality.”
 
The Director nodded in return.  “That sounds very reasonable.  We need
countermeasures to that sort of thing.”  She looked to Aegis.  “When were you
thinking of giving your Wards the night off?”
 
Aegis blinked.  “Maybe tomorrow night, if that isn’t too early?”
 
“I can’t see it being a problem,” decided the Director.  “Hannah, you’re good
to go as chaperone?  No awkwardness with Kid Win?”
 
Miss Militia shook her head firmly.  “No problems, Director.  We’ve spoken on
the matter.  He was most apologetic.  No more will be said about it between
us.  And yes, I am quite happy to chaperone them.”
 
“Good,” said Director Piggot.  “It’s settled, then.”
 
***
 
As they walked from the Director’s office, past a subdued-looking Roberta, Miss
Militia turned to Aegis.  “So,” she said, “where were you thinking of taking
our young charges, where they can have fun but not get out of hand?”
 
Aegis grinned.  “Have you ever heard of Fugly Bob’s?”
 
“I have,” replied Miss Militia, looking interested.  “But I’ve never been
there.  Is the food good?”
 
Aegis grinned.  “Let’s just say ‘greasy’ and leave it at that.”
 
***
 
There wa a tap on Armsmaster’s door, rather late that night.  He frowned,
looking up from the components he had strewn around his partially-disassembled
helmet, then got up and answered the door.
 
Miss Militia stood there, looking uncertain but just a little determined. 
“Colin …” she said.
 
“Hannah?” he asked.  “What’s the matter?”
 
She took a deep breath.  “What we did … “  she said.  “In the bank …”
 
He frowned.  “We were under the influence of the Orgy effect,” he said.  
 
She nodded.  “But … I can’t help wondering … if there might not be more to that
… between us,” she said softly.
 
“Wait,” he said.  “You want to institute sexual relations again?”
 
She frowned.  “You make it sound so cold.  I want to … see if there isn’t
something between us that doesn’t require a Master to make us feel for one
another.”
 
He shook his head.  “You’re my subordinate.  I can’t do this.  It’s wrong.”
 
“Colin,” she said quietly, “we’re both off duty.  And I have to know.  I have
to know if what we had, what we felt, what we did, in the bank, was a fluke,
was due to the Orgy effect, or if it was something more, something actual,
between us.”  She stepped forward.  “Colin … please kiss me?  Just once?”
 
 He drew a deep breath.  “Fine.  If it will deal with  this situation.” 
Putting his soldering iron down, he put his hands on her upper arms and kissed
her.  She responded avidly, putting her arms around him.
 
He was aware of feelings, normally successfully kept under control, starting to
rise to the surface.  Maybe, he surmised in the back of his mind, the Orgy
effect had made them more likely to come up now.  But he wasn’t thinking much
about that now; without his conscious decision, he took her in his arms, and
kissed her more firmly.
 
When they finally surfaced, she looked at him a little dazedly.  “Colin …” she
breathed.
 
“Hannah …” he responded.  He drew her into the room, reached behind her, and
shut the door.  “I suppose,” he said, kissing her lightly on the lips once
more, “that we could stand to see if there is really something to it.”  Taking
her by the hand, he led her toward the bunk.
 
“No,” she said, smiling wickedly.  “Your desk.”
 
He smiled back.  “Yes,” he said.  “The desk.”  He felt a surge of arousal.
 
She began to unbutton her blouse.
 
***
 
Much later, they lay together in his bunk.  He caressed her naked body, nuzzled
her neck.
 
She moved against him, made appreciative noises, reached down and stroked him
to hardness once more.
 
“So,” she murmured.  “Do you think that there’s more to what’s between us than
the Orgy effect?”
 
He caressed her breasts.  “I certainly think it could stand further study,” he
allowed.
 
In the darkness, she smiled, and pushed him on to his back.
 
“Further study,” she breathed as she climbed on top of him, “we can do.”
***** Chapter 8 *****
Victoria Dallon stood with her sister on the observation platform atop
Captain's Hill.  Vicky held Amy in her arms and kissed her occasionally; Amy
responded with great enthusiasm.  Vicky's hands roved over her sister's body,
squeezing and caressing gently through the PRT coveralls.
 
"I think," said Vicky, in an interval between kisses, "that we'll move out. 
Get our own place.  Because Mom and Dad are just not going to understand."
 
Dad might, thought Amy.  Mom, never.  She kissed Vicky again. "I love you so
much," she murmured.
 
"I love you too, Ames," replied Vicky. She unzipped the front of Amy's
coverall, reached inside, and cupped her naked breast.  "Tearing your clothes
off was a huge turn-on.  I want to do it again."
 
Amy caught her breath as Vicky's strong fingers squeezed and pinched her
sensitive nipple.  "Oh ... my ... yes," she moaned.  Leaning up, she caught
Vicky's earlobe between her teeth, nibbling on it.  Vicky moaned softly and
tugged her head away just hard enough to make Amy bite down that little bit
more.
 
Releasing Amy's breast, Vicky slid her hand down Amy's front until it rested
between her sister's firm, warm thighs, cupping her soft, moist sex.  She slid
a finger between Amy's labia, into her hot, tight vaginal canal.  Amy whimpered
and clamped down on her, biting a little harder into Vicky's earlobe as she did
so.
 
"Oh god," growled Vicky.  "I want to fuck you so hard right now."
 
Amy released Vicky's earlobe, leaving a perfect row of teethmarks in the soft
flesh.  "If you really, really want to," she breathed in her sister's ear, "I
could do something about that ...". She whispered on, and Vicky's eyes grew
wider and wider. 
 
***
 
"Okay," said Carlos.  "Just so you know, you've all been checked clear of the
Orgy effect, but if anyone starts doing anything greatly inappropriate, I'll be
calling in the cavalry.  It'll mean containment foam and quarantine.  So no
pranking, okay?  There's been enough embarrassment today already."
 
There was a general round of agreement, Missy prominent among them.  Carlos
looked at her.  "Missy, you've already fallen prone to it twice or three times;
if you want, you can stay on base.  You don't have to come out if you don't
want to."
 
She grinned at him.  "I'm good.  They've checked me over a dozen times. 
Besides, I heard the name Fugly Bob's, and I'm feeling hungry.". At that
moment, as if on cue, her stomach growled loudly.
 
There wax a general chuckle.  "So ... how hungry are you?" asked Browbeat.  
 
Missy looked him straight in the eye. "I'm gonna take on the Challenger."
 
"Christ," said Sophia.  "You've got to be fucking kidding me.". She eyed Missy.
"One of those things weighs nearly as much as you do."
 
"No!" protested Dennis, feigning extreme emotion. "Don't do it!  You have your
whole life ahead of you!"
 
Amid the general laughter, Dean said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
 
Missy stared at them all defiantly. "So," she said. "Any of you wimps wanna see
if you can outdo me?"
 
It all went downhill from there.
 
***
 
He answered the phone on the second ring.
 
"Dallon household, Mark speaking."
 
"Hi, Mark, this is Carol," he heard.  "I'll be working late at the office
tonight. Can you fix dinner for the kids?"

He sighed.  "Yes, honey, I can do that."
 
"Thanks, dear. You're the best."
 
He hung up the phone, and looked at the clock. It would be hours before he
would have to start dinner.  Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a scrap of
notepaper.  Picking up the phone, he dialled.
 
"Hello, Kayden speaking."

"Hi, Kayden, this is Mark," he said carefully. "From the bus?"
 
She remembered, all right.  "Mark!" she said warmly.  "I didn't think you'd
call so soon."
 
"Nor did I," he replied truthfully. "But is it okay if I come over and ...
talk?"
 
"Sure," she said, with a flirtatious giggle that told him that talking was not
all they'd be doing.  "Come right over."
 
He put down the phone and stood up from the chair. The buzzing energy which had
been slowly leaching out of him since the sex with Kayden in the bus was now
returned full-force.  He couldn't wait to see her.
 
***
 
Kayden put the phone down and looked around. Aster had just been fed, and
should stay asleep for a while longer.  She looked down at herself and hurried
into the bedroom.  Removing her underwear, she made sure her blouse was open
just far enough for him to get a good look at her cleavage.
 
When he knocked on the door, she hurried to open it.
 
***
 
Vicky and Amy landed on the balcony; Amy took the spare key from her purse and
unlocked the sliding doors.  
 
"Dad's car wasn't in the driveway," murmured Vicky.
 
"Mom!  Dad! We're home!" called out Amy, greatly daring.
 
There was no answer.
 
Vicky took hold of Amy's coverall and ripped it in half down the front,
exposing Amy from breasts to crotch.  Amy gasped as she was pushed back to the
floor, her fingers tangling in Vicky's coveralls, unzipping them.
 
Vicky kissed Amy hard, her hands caressing and fondling Amy's breasts and back
and buttocks and thighs.
 
"God, I love tearing your clothes off," groaned Vicky.
 
"Wait!" gasped Amy.  "Let me get dressed up all slutty for you, so you can
really rip my clothes off.  And I'll do that other thing too!"
 
Vicky lifted her mouth from Amy's breast, the nipple standing erect and shiny
with saliva, and said, "Yeah.  Oh, yeah.". She climbed out of her coveralls,
even as Amy kicked free of the remains of hers.
 
Naked, they went into Amy's bedroom to pick out the most revealing clothing she
could possibly wear.  This would take some time, as both girls kept stopping to
molest one another.
 
***
 
"Right," said Carlos as the bus pulled to a halt outside Fugly Bob's.  "So,
everyone's agreed.  Missy's taking us all on with the Challenger.  Anyone who
eatsless than she does, takes one of her monitor shifts, cleans her room,
whatever she chooses.  Everyone agreed?"
 
"And if we win, she does stuff for us!" shouted Dennis.
 
"Yeah!" agreed Sophia.  "There's this stain on my boot that just won't come
off.". She gave Missy a predatory grin.  "I look forward to watching you try."
 
As they filed off the bus, Hannah looked worriedly at Missy.  "You don't have
to do this," she said.  "If you start looking unwell, I'm calling a halt to
it."
 
Missy grinned at her.  "I'm good," she assured the dark-skinned woman. "You
want to get in on the action?"
 
Hannah shook her head.  "I'll pass," she said.  "Someone has to stay
sensible.". She glared at Dean. "I would think that you at least would not be
encouraging this."
 
"It's not what it looks like, honest," he protested.  She gave him a dubious
look, then stepped off the bus.
 
Missy gave him a smile.  "So what's it supposed to look like?" she asked.
 
"I'm gonna take a dive," he said frankly. "Gonna eat one bite less than you, so
whatever happens, I can take someone else's chore off you."
 
She looked at him her expressioning softening.  “Aww,” she said.  “That’s
so sweet of you.” Putting her hand behind his head, he pulled his face down to
hers and kissed him very firmly on the lips. “I’ll make it up to you, later,”
she whispered.
 
Leaving him blinking in stunned surprise, she trotted down the steps of the
bus.
 
***
 
“Hi, Kayden,” said Mark awkwardly.  He handed her a box of chocolates.  “I, uh,
got you these, on the way over.”
 
She took them, exclaiming in delight.  “That’s so sweet of you,” she said
softly.  Then she stood on tiptoe to kiss him gently on the lips.  “It’s been
so long since anyone brought me gifts,” she told him.
 
They sat on the sofa, talking. But when he didn’t seem inclined to make the
next move, she took a chocolate from the box and put it between her lips. 
“Share?” she said with a wink.
 
He bit it in half, but then she pressed her lips to his, and he found himself
kissing her.  She held him tight and kissed him harder; he could not but
respond.  When her blouse fell open and his hands found her naked breasts, he
caressed and squeezed them; she moaned, and undid his belt buckle.  
 
He stood up to let her remove his pants, then returned to the sofa, his
erection jutting out at her. She smiled as he pushed her skirt up to reveal no
clothing beneath.
 
They made love on the sofa, still partially clothed, not caring.  He kissed
her, caressed her, held her, as he thrust his penis into her slippery depths. 
She gasped his name, clawed at his back, wrapped her legs around his waist, as
he drove her to one orgasm after another.
 
When he thrust hard into her and then came himself, she felt as though her
brain was melting from the intensity of her climax.
 
***
 
Dressed in fishnet stockings, a short skirt, the tightest panties she could
find, a push-up bra and a low-cut blouse, Amy certainly looked slutty enough. 
She could hardly wait for Vicky to rip the clothes off her and have her wicked
way with her.
 
She knelt before her sister. “Are you ready?” she breathed.  “This may feel
weird.”
 
Vicky looked down at her. “Do it,” she said.  “I want to see this.”
 
Amy applied her mouth to Vicky’s soft wet vagina, licking and lapping at her
with her talented tongue. Vicky arched her back, burying her hands in Amy’s
hair.
 
And then Amy locked her lips around Vicky’s clitoris, and started lashing it
with her tongue. Vicky orgasmed on the spot, then she indeed felt something
weird happening.
 
Slowly, Amy drew her lips away from Vicky’s groin, and a fleshy shaft extended
with her.  Thick and hard, it jutted forth from her loins like a proudly-held
spear.  Beneath the base of it dangled a wrinkled scrotum, bearing two large
testicles.
 
Amy drew her lips away from Vicky’s groin, lengthening the faux penis, until
she judged it long enough. And then she began to slide her lips down the shaft,
sucking on Vicky’s brand new cock.
 
“Oh fuck, Amy, that feels so fucking awesome,” groaned Vicky, feeling for the
very first time that exquisite sensation that a man gets when his penis reaches
the back of a woman’s throat.
 
And then she took her mouth away from Vicky’s newly-grown erection and stood
before her.
 
“Okay,” she purred. “Tear my clothes off and fuck me like the slut I am.”
 
Vicky smiled and shoved Amy back on the bed.  Leaning over her, she took hold
of her calculatedly whorish ensemble.  She heaved.  Buttons popped, zippers
broke, and cloth tore.  She gazed avidly at every inch of Amy’s body as she
revealed it, forcibly removing her clothing as she went.
 
Then she climbed on top of her, poising her thick erection at the entrance to
Amy’s vaginal canal.
 
“Are you ready for this?” she purred.
 
At this moment, Amy would have been ready if the New York Yankees had trooped
into the room and dropped their trousers in sequence.
 
“Oh god yes,” she moaned. “Do it to me.”
 
Vicky poised herself, then pushed hard, shoving the fully-erect penis deep into
Amy’s pussy, all the way in one stroke.
 
As she did so, Amy cried out.
 
***
 
Dennis pushed his plate away from him, the Challenger three-quarters done. 
“Okay, that’s it,” he groaned.  “I can’t take any more.”
 
Dean nodded, and pushed his own plate away.  His Challenger was barely a third
done.  “You’re not kidding,” he said.  “That’s fucking horrible.”
 
Sophia was still making determined inroads into hers, but she had not yet eaten
half of her Challenger. “Fuck you,” she mumbled.  “I’m not losing to Missy. 
Not with this.”
 
Miss Militia sipped water, and watched the last two members of the group.
 
Carlos cut another slice and chewed it determinedly.  He only had another
couple to go, and he would have finished the Challenger.  He could feel his
internal organs spreading out the load so that the damage was not confined to
just his stomach.
 
He looked Missy in the eye. She had it in her hands, and she was cheerfully
taking bites, chewing and swallowing at the same steady rate at which she had
started.  And despite his early lead, she was catching up fast.
 
Carlos put the last forkful in his mouth, chewed and swallowed.
 
Moments later, Missy did the same.
 
“Well,” said Carlos to Missy. “Looks like it’s a draw.”
 
She grinned at him. “Time for a tiebreaker.”
 
He blinked.  “What?”
 
She held up a hand.  The proprietor, who had been hovering as they came to the
final stretch, came over.  “And what would the young lady like for afters?” he
inquired cheerfully.
 
“Same again, please,” she said firmly.
 
Sophia dropped her fork. “Fuck, no,” she said.  “I can’t face that.”
 
Carlos stared at her.  “A second Challenger?” he gasped.
 
She nodded.  “Unless you can’t take it,” she said sweetly. “Anyone want to
double your bets on me not being able to make this one?”
 
No-one took her up on it.
 
“Come on,” she said. “Can we at least make this interesting?”
 
“Miss, if you finish two Challengers, and are able to walk out of here,” said
the proprietor, “your whole meal is free.  The whole table.”
 
She grinned.  “Now you’re talking,” she said.
 
***
 
Mark and Kayden had made it to the bed, leaving a trail of clothing in their
wake.  He had her bent over the end of the bed, thrusting steadily into her
from behind, as she cried out encouragement.
 
It had been so long since she’d had a man in her life, in her bed.  And better
yet, one that did not want to own her, control her.  One who had ties of his
own, so that he would not be underfoot, depending on her for everything.
 
The sex on the bus had been amazing, spontaneous.  She had just climbed on to
his lap, slid his erection into her, and he had screwed her to a series of
mind-blowing orgasms.  This was almost as good; once he was aroused, he had a
lot of sexual tension to work off, and she was enjoying the process immensely.
 
They changed position, with her laying back on the bed while he thrust into her
from a standing position. He was able to play with her breasts from this
position, and he took full advantage of that.
 
Kayden was utterly unlike Carol, in every detail.  Mousy and unassuming from
outward appearance, she was fun, bubbly, sexy, and remarkably uninhibited once
she got going.  She wanted him for himself, not for some outward thing about
him.  And she’d made it clear from the beginning that she wanted no ties, no
attachments.  Just the sex.
 
He could deal with ‘just the sex’.  He was rather enjoying it.
 
She bucked and climaxed under him, as he groaned and let go into her, again. 
When his eyes uncrossed, they were lying side by side.  She smiled and stroked
his arm.
 
“That was amazing,” she murmured.  “I want to do this again.”
 
He smiled back.  “I can’t get away all the time,” he said.  “But I’ll see what
I can do.”
 
She leaned in and kissed him. “I’m looking forward to it,” she breathed.
 
He felt himself getting hard again; she glanced down.
 
“Well, well,” she said with a grin.  “Up for another go-around?”
 
He lay back and let her climb on top of him.
 
“Ready when you are,” he promised.
 
***
 
Vicky thrust her newly-created phallus hard into Amy, who clutched at her and
cried out again and again.
 
Amy could not believe how good it felt.  Vicky had taken her hymen on that
first thrust, but the pain quickly made way for pleasure.  She could feel every
inch of the thick penis that was driving in between her labia, deep into her
slippery wetness, over and over again.  She arched her back and clenched her
vaginal canal as she came again.
 
Vicky had had sex with Dean, but the sensation of having a penis in one’s
vagina is entirely different from the sensation of having one’s penis in
someone else’s vagina.
 
Right now, Vicky was getting a good idea why some boys were sex-crazy.  This
felt so fucking awesome.  She couldn’t get enough of it; could not
imaginenot fucking Amy’s tight pussy all night.
 
They had tried every position they could think of; missionary, cowgirl, doggy,
and so on, but they kept coming back to missionary.  Amy just loved to hold
Vicky close and kiss her as the thick phallus pushed deep inside her, over and
over again.
 
And then Vicky felt another brand-new sensation.  She felt the pressure
gathering at the base of her penis, the tension, felt the overwhelming urge to
shove her cock as hard into Amy as she could.
 
And then, when she did, she came.
 
She cried out then, thrust hard into Amy, over and over again, as the hot jets
spurted from the head of her hard penis, deep inside Amy’s vagina.
 
It felt like nothing on earth. It felt as though the top of her head was about
to fly off.
 
When at last it was over, she lay alongside Amy, holding her close, the
deflated penis soft and limp between them.  Both girls were covered in sweat.
 
“Wow,” murmured Vicky. “So that’s what it’s like for a guy.”
 
“Wow,” giggled Amy tiredly. “So that’s what it’s like with a guy.”
 
“So you’re saying I’m a guy now?” grinned Vicky.
 
“Only sexier,” Amy told her. “A lot sexier.”
 
Vicky kissed her.  “How was it for you?”
 
“Amazing,” breathed Amy. “What you did to me with that thing ...”
 
“It was all of that,” agreed Vicky.  “I didn’t hurt you ...?”
 
Amy shook her head. “I’ll be sore for a couple of days. But then we can do it
again.  And in the meantime, you can just use your tongue.”
 
Vicky smiled.  “I can live with that.”
 
Amy put her hand down to it. “I’ll just put it away, shall I? Don’t want Mom or
Dad wondering why their daughter has a dick.”
 
Vicky giggled. “Okay.  Just make sure you can bring it out again when we need
it.”
 
Amy nodded.  “Oh hell yes,” she said.
 
As Vicky watched, the penis shrank in her hand, until it disappeared between
her labia and became her clitoris again.
 
“So what was that stuff I shot into you?” she asked curiously, gently caressing
Amy’s body.
 
“Oh, mainly your sex juices,” said Amy, and kissed her.  “But if you want, once
we’re in our own place, I can make it semen.  Let you get me pregnant.”
 
Vicky stared at her.  “We could have ... children?”
 
Amy nodded.  “Easily.”
 
Vicky kissed her.  “Oh yes,” she breathed.  “Oh, yes.”
 
They made love then, the normal way.  And it was intensely satisfying to both
of them.
 
***
 
Missy chewed and swallowed the last of the second Challenger.  She grinned at
the others around the table.  Carlos was being noisily sick over the rail; he’d
gotten halfway through the second one, before the greasiness had overcome his
natural defenses.
 
“Well,” she said.  “Looks like I win.”
 
And then she belched.
 
It rolled out of her mouth and down the table.  A laminated menu curled up
tightly as the belch passed it by.  Plastic flowers withered in the vase. 
Eveyone shoved back their chairs and stood up hastily.
 
Carlos, finished from lightening his load, was stumbling back from the rail
when he ran head-first into the dissipating cloud of noxious fumes.  Turning,
he bolted back to the rail, where he proceeded to bring up everything else he’d
eaten that week.
 
The proprietor cautiously edged close enough to Missy to shake her hand.  “Your
bill is paid,” he said.  “Have a good night, and come back to Fugly Bob’s
soon.”
 
Head high, Missy led the way out of the establishment.
 
***
 
Carol Dallon walked in the front door, to see Mark, Victoria and Amy sitting
and watching TV.
 
“Hi, dear,” said Mark, standing and giving her a kiss.  She was somewhat
surprised.  He was never normally this demonstrative.  “Dinner’s in the oven.”
 
“Thank you, dear,” she said. “So how was your day?”
 
“Oh, nothing much happened. As usual,” he said, sitting back down. “Took a
drive to clear my head; that was about it.”
 
She nodded absently, taking the foil-covered plate out of the oven. 
“Victoria?  How was your day?”
 
“Oh, Amy and I went to the PRT building to see Dean,” said Vicky.  “But he’s a
douche, so I’m not seeing him any more.”
 
“Victoria!” said Carol reprovingly.  “You should not use language like that in
the house!”
 
Vicky rolled her eyes. “Okay, sorry.  He’s a dick.  He’s been seeing other
girls.”
 
“Hm,” said Carol.  “Well, I’ll excuse it this time.”  She looked at her
daughter as she came back into the lounge with the plate on a tray.  “How are
you feeling?  Are you okay?”
 
Vicky nodded cheerfully. “I think I might have met someone else who’s even more
fun.”
 
“Really?” said Mark. “That’s the first I’ve heard of this. Who’s the lucky
guy?”
 
Vicky shook her head. “I’ll leave it for a bit.  I don’t want to jinx it.”
 
Carol nodded judiciously. “That makes sense.  Oh, and Mark, we’ve got the
Simmons case coming up shortly. I’m afraid I’m going to be pulling more late
nights.  Can you cope?”
 
Mark shrugged.  “I guess I’m going to have to, aren’t I?”
 
She smiled and leaned across, kissing him on the cheek.  “That’s my
sweetheart,” she said fondly.
 
I might just make it up to him tonight.
 
***
 
Carlos was still a bit unsteady on his feet when they got back to base; Miss
Militia left the others to escort him down to the infirmary, to make sure his
system was purged.  She gave Missy a bemused look; the girl didn’t seem to be
suffering any ill effects from the massive meal, and had even suggested
stopping at McDonalds for some dessert.
 
“So,” said Missy to everyone else.  “I’ll let you know when I need you doing
stuff for me, okay?  Right now, I need to get my room cleaned, and I know just
the person to do it.”
 
Turning, she pointed at Dean. “You’ll do nicely.”
 
“Me?” asked Dean.
 
“Yeah, you,” responded Missy. “Come on.”
 
She led the way to her room, and opened the door. “Get in there, and start
picking up shit,” she ordered him.
 
He entered, looking at the clean room, and looked blankly at her.  “But there’s
nothing to pick up.”
 
She closed the door, walked to the bed, and kicked off her shoes.  “Closet,”
she said.
 
When he turned around, her blouse was on the floor.  All she wore above the
waist was a bra.  And this was a training bra, which was in no way doing a good
job of covering or containing her swelling breasts.
 
He stared at her as she unclipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor,
revealing the rest of her rather nice figure.
 
“Well?” she demanded. “Pick them up.  Laundry basket.”
 
This time, when he turned around, her bra was on the floor.  He stared from
this to her naked breasts, the hard little nipples pointing directly at him.
 
“M-Missy?” he managed.
 
“Either pick up my clothes,” she said softly, “or drop yours on the floor.”
 
***
 
They lay side by side on the bed, gently caressing one another.  He suckled on
her nipples, making her gasp and arch her back.  She cupped and squeezed his
swelling penis.
 
“Do you want me to suck on you?” she asked, nuzzling his neck.
 
He shivered.  “I want to do everything with you,” he told her. “Everything.”
 
She smiled and lay back, opening her thighs for him.
 
“Then do this with me,” she invited softly.
 
He gulped and climbed on top of her, his penis rubbing gently at her swollen,
arousal-slick labia.  “I never thought – you always looked so –“ he gasped as
she reached down between them and rubbed the head of his erection up and down
between her labia.
 
“So young?” she murmured, and kissed him.  “I’m growing up fast.”  She placed
him in position, and lifted her hips slightly, letting him slide a little way
into her.  “Now,” she urged him.  “Now.”
 
He pushed his hips forward, sliding the rest of the way into her.  She cried
out with the sensation; he echoed her, feeling the tightest, wettest,
slipperiest vaginal canal that he had ever experienced.  Even the twins from
Indiana had not been this good.
 
Slowly, but with growing speed, he began to thrust into her.  Her nails dug
into his back and she encouraged him to harder and deeper thrusts.
 
“I love you, Dean,” she moaned as he sucked on her nipples.
 
“I love you too, Missy,” he groaned as she ran her nails down his back.
 
They made love all night, and by the time morning dawned, he could not think of
being with another.
 
***
 
Epilogue
 
Amy Dallon waited in line at the bank.  She was going to meet Vicky for lunch,
and give her the final confirmation that the loan had come through for the
apartment bond.
 
I can’t wait, she told herself.  We’ll have our own place, at last.
 
And then several huge monsters, shaped vaguely like dogs, barrelled into the
bank from a rear entrance. Darkness followed, sweeping across the room.  Amy
crouched, like everyone else.  She felt bugs crawling on her, didn’t bother
brushing them off.
 
The darkness parted, and a group of capes walked in from a rear doorway.  She
had an idea who they were, but there was a member she hadn’t seen before;
skinny, with a full-face mask.  Bug theme.
 
“Fifteen minutes,” the bug girl called out to the room.  “We won’t be here any
longer than that.  Stay put, stay quiet, we’ll be gone before fifteen minutes
are up.  You’ll be free to give your statement to the police and then go about
your day as usual.  This isn’t a TV show, this isn’t a movie.  If you’re
thinking about being a hero, don’t.  You’ll only get yourself or someone else
hurt.”
 
She held up her hand, finger outstretched.  Amy squinted; there appeared to be
a spider perched on the tip, “If you are thinking about running, making a phone
call or getting in our way, this is a good reason to reconsider.  This little
creature and her one hundred sisters that I just brought into this room are
under my complete control.”  Amy watched as the spider dropped from the bug
girl’s finger, rappelling down a thread.
 
“She’s a black widow spider. A single bite has been known to kill a full grown
human, or put them into a coma.  You move, talk, try to find or kill the
spiders I just put on your bodies, in your clothes, in your hair?  I’ll know in
split second, and I’ll tell them to bite you several times.”
 
Oh crap oh crap oh crap, thought Amy.  Vicky’s outside.  She’ll know.  She’ll
call the Wards in. There’ll be a fight.  She pressed her hand against her
stomach, where nothing could be felt yet, but she knew there was something in
there.  She and Vicky had gone a little ... overboard, celebrating the new
apartment.  It had been very exciting, and even now, she was still just a
little horny.
 
Horny.

Oh shit, I know what I have to do.
 
She drew a deep breath.
 
Time for Orgy to make another appearance.
 
***
 
By the time the girl in the purple and black – Tattletale – had reached the
vault doors, the wisps of the sex pheromones were drifting throughout the bank
lobby.  Amy was deliberately keeping those touching her immune; she didn’t want
to get caught up in the action.  But the others ... not so much.
 
Tattletale started spinning the wheel on the vault door from one side to the
other, then paused. “Something’s wrong,” she said.
 
“What?” asked Grue, the tall man in the motorcycle leathers, controlling the
darkness in the room.
 
“Look at them!” snapped Tattletale, pointing at the hostages.  They were
kissing and fondling each other, and a few had already started to disrobe.
 
“Okay, that’s kind of weird, but not exactly our problem –“ he began.
 
“Bitch,” said the bug girl in a strangled voice, “what are you doing?”
 
“None of your fucking business,” snapped the stocky auburn-haired girl.  She
had shed her jacket and was rubbing herself up against the guy in the ren-faire
costume.  As Amy watched, she lifted her top to let him fondle her breasts.
 
And then the man in the motorcycle leathers squeezed Tattletale’s butt.  “Did I
ever tell you how much I like your ass?” he asked.
 
“No!” she gasped. “No!  Good god!”  She stared around at the people in the
bank, at her own teammates.  “Christ almighty, too much information!”
 
The bug girl put her arms around the guy in the motorcycle leathers.  “Brian,”
she said softly.  He turned.  She pulled her mask off, to show a long, serious
face.  He took his helmet off.
 
“I’ve wanted to do this since I met you,” she said, and kissed him.  He wrapped
his arms around her and kissed her in return.
 
Then the costumes started coming off.
 
By the time the Wards entered the front door, Bitch was fully engaged in doggy-
style sex with the ren-faire guy.  Tattletale had locked herself in the vault. 
And Brian, the darkness guy, was having noisy vertical sex with the bug girl up
against the wall.  She was mostly naked, and had her legs wrapped around his
waist.
 
Aegis stopped at the door and looked around.
 
“Oh boy,” he said.  “Not again.”
 
Amy grinned, even as people all around her engaged in sex in many, many
positions.
 
Orgy strikes again.
 
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