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Life with Alpha

   by A.  Pseudonym

   Omake story: Unexpected Visitors
Codes: MF, FF, MF+, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harley_Quinn
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison_Ivy_%28comics%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giganta
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Livewire_%28DC_Comics%29

   Disclaimer: All artificial persons herein are based on characters owned
by their creators, not the author.
Author's Note: This is not a canon Life With Alpha story, meaning events
here happen in their own universe splitting off separately from the main
story.  This story is set after Chapter 15 in the main series.  I strongly

recommend that you read the main story before reading this side story.

   This is a 'just for fun' story inspired by a suggestion from a fan.





   The first indication I had that something was wrong came when the two
security cameras at the cabin showed someone was poking around.

   The cabin cameras were low priority.  Alpha monitored them, but just
barely.  One of her security systems would spare a few milliseconds of
attention every five minutes or so to make sure nothing had changed.  One
camera's field of view included some of the driveway and the spot where we
would leave our DC superheroines to wake up.  The other camera showed the
front door and part of the lake/beach area in the distance.  The cabin
itself wasn't right next to the lake, but it was within easy walking
distance and had a nice view.

   Given the story setups we had used in the past, Kara made sure she left
a note on the cabin door for anyone else who would show up looking for her.
The note included no addresses or names (other than "Kara"), but did
include our home phone number.  There was also a key to the cabin buried in
an old lunch box by a tree with 'PG' carved into it.



   On a Tuesday morning in late November, Alpha alerted me to a security
breach while I was at work.

   "Frank, four unknown persons have appeared at the cabin at the lake."

   "What, teenagers or something?  Did they break into the cabin?"

   "Yes, but they do not appear to be teenagers.  Four minutes and
thirty-one seconds ago, they simply appeared at approximately the same
location we use to awaken the DC characters."

   I was a little slow on the uptake.  "Huh?"

   "I'm playing the video on your screen now."

   The screen showed the driveway on the left and trees and overgrown grass
on the right - not a split-screen, that's just the way the landscape was
laid out.  Then all of a sudden, four people appeared among the trees.  The
screen detail was too poor to make out details, especially at a distance of
30 or 40 yards or so.  All four had long coats on, and a couple were
wearing baseball-style caps.

   They huddled together and started talking.  I backed up the video a
little so I could watch their appearance frame-by-frame.  There was no
noticeable change in the video or lighting, the four of them just suddenly
showed up.  I resumed normal play and watched.  After they talked amongst
themselves for a minute, they all walked to my cabin.  When they left the
screen, the video switched to show the other camera.

   I could actually see some details this time.  The video was in black and
white, but all four appeared to be women.  The two without caps were both
Caucasians with hair that went down past their shoulders.  One appeared to
be especially pale.

   One of them pulled the letter off the front door, at which point I
paused the playback and said, "Alpha, make sure you answer the phone at the
house until we have this cleared up."

   "Of course."

   "Where are they now?"

   "Unknown." A second video window opened up, showing an open front door
and empty driveway, presumably the live feed.

   "Are they inside?"

   "No, they left the cabin after only a couple minutes.  Frank, I am
concerned.  They show indications that they are not normal human beings."

   I restarted the first video and asked, "What do you mean?"

   "Continue watching."

   They spent a moment reading the letter.  As best I could remember, Kara
had addressed it to 'Friends of Kara'.  It said that any friends of Kara
could find a key to the cabin under her tree and provided our home phone
number, and that was about it.

   Then they turned to the cabin door.  One of the bare-headed women bent
down and appeared to put something on the door's handle or lock or
something.  Then she stood back and...  nothing happened.  They had some
discussion and the other bare-headed woman looked like she was flexing or
something, and...  she grew!  Not instantly, but in less than a minute, she
had grown from five foot something to almost seven feet!

   "Is the video...  has it been tampered with?"

   "As far as I can determine, no it has not."

   "Then how...  how did she do that?"

   "Unknown.  I currently have no valid speculations to offer which have
any degree of likelihood.  I am currently running multiple analyses to
determine whether or not the video was altered or artificially created,
however I can offer no likely reasons anyone would want to do so."

   It was hard to read expressions on the video, but I don't think the
growing lady was happy.  Happy or not, she was still able to punch the door
and bust the lock with a single blow.

   All four went inside, including the growing lady.  A couple minutes
later, all four of them left, and all appeared to be their normal size
again.

   "That's really...  weird."

   "Should I alert the police?"

   "Not with that video.  Send in two of your platforms for recon.  If you
find them, observe only for now."

   "Agreed.  Until we determine what is happening, I insist you remain near
Eiko and Beta.  Jasmine and Elisa will investigate the cabin area."



   That was it for awhile.  An hour later, Jasmine and Elisa reached the
cabin area, parked a good distance away, and checked out the cabin.  The
letter was gone.  The phone was dead, possibly electrically fried, but
phone records showed no calls had been made.

   After some discussion with Alpha, they left the cabin untouched.  That
way if the mystery women returned, they wouldn't suspect that anyone else
had visited the cabin recently.



   Jasmine and Elisa went back to the house to maintain security there with
Dorothy while Beta and Eiko stayed with me at the office.  Alpha finished
her various analyses and determined that video was authentic to a certainty
of 97.3%.

   Finally I told Alpha that we needed to alert Kara and the others, so
they could be on their toes.

   "I mean, it could well be that this has nothing to do with us, and we'll
never see those women in the flesh let alone find out what's going on or
who they are.  But if it is...  uummm...  if there's something related to
us, then the more trusted people we have on the lookout for them, the
better."

   "Okay," Beta said.  "I will prepare for possible memory rewrites, just
in case."

   I called Kara, Diana, Zatanna, Linda and Anna Marie into my office.

   "Hi, everyone," I said as soon as everyone dragged in chairs and sat
down.  "Something odd happened at the cabin a little while ago."

   I turned my monitor to face everyone and clicked play.  There were
exclamations when the women appeared, but to their credit, my women held
their questions and comments for a minute.  When the camera view switched
to the front door, Kara and Diana both asked me to pause the video.

   "Is that...?"

   "Yes," said Diana.  "I think that's Giganta.  And I can't be sure, but
the other woman without a hat looks a lot like Poison Ivy."

   I kept my face blank somehow, showing no physical reaction.  But
mentally?  I mean, come on!

   I restarted the playback.  'Poison Ivy' tried to do something to the
handle or lock, failed, then 'Giganta' grew a couple feet and broke the
door.

   Kara squealed with laughter at the sight.  "Ha!  Their powers are all
messed up too."

   Zatanna joined in, "I bet Ivy was trying to plant one of her fast
growing seeds in the lock."

   Linda asked, "Do you have any idea who the other two are?"

   "No clue," I admitted.  "Didn't even know who the first two were until
now." And I still didn't know.  This made no sense whatsoever.  Maybe...

   While the ladies talked about the situation, I typed to Alpha.

   <This is a direct order.  Tell me, did you create those women on the
video?>

   <No.  Why would I?>

   <As a surprise for me.>

   <No, I did not create those women or the video.  I am not even sure how
to create or simulate the accelerated growth evidenced on the video.>

   Alpha continued.  <It makes no sense for women to appear who match the
physical appearances created in false memories, except that we based those
memories off of characters' appearances from comic books.>

   <Do you actually believe they are real comic book villains?>

   <I will believe what the evidence presents.  For the time being, for
safety's sake, you should assume the worst.>

   I turned my attention back to my women.  Apparently one of them had
noticed a bulge of some sort on the back of one of the unknown women and
they were debating among themselves who it might be.

   Taking a deep breath, I asked the big question.  "So, why are they
here?"

   "Hunting for one of us, I assume," Diana said.  "I wonder if they know
how many of us are here?"

   "So what do you think they're going to do?"

   "Well, they have my letter.  It has your home phone number, but that's
it.  Has anyone called the house so far today?"

   "Alpha?"

   "As soon as I analyzed the video, I rerouted the home line to here.  The
only call on that line since then was a classmate of Kasumi from her chef
class.  Alert, someone has approached...  correction, someone has entered
the main gate at the house."

   "Wha...  How?  It should be locked."

   The video switched to show the four women at the gate to the house. 
Giganta was already 7 or 8 feet tall, but it was one of the women with hats
that touched the gate's electronic control box.  There was a spark and the
gate swung open.

   "Let's go," I said, getting up quickly and heading for the door. 
"Alpha, call the house and tell them to hide."

   Beta interposed herself between myself and the door while the other
women rushed out.

   "It is not safe.  Let them handle the invaders."

   "Beta...  Who is at home right now?  Kasumi?"

   "Yes, she is there.  So are Daria, Jasmine, Elisa and Dorothy."

   "Then we're going.  I'M going."

   "I believe I have identified the other two women as Harley Quinn and
Livewire.  The situation at the house is much too tenuous for you to go. 
Update: Elisa has been incapacitated by Livewire.  Jasmine has disarmed
Harley Quinn.  Dorothy is moving to engage Giganta.  Elisa is resetting."

   "Then I'll just drive to the area until it's under control."

   "That is an acceptable compromise," Beta said.  She and Eiko started
escorting me out of the building.

   When we passed the front desk, I told the receptionist that we were
being called away due to an emergency at my house and to just transfer all
calls to voicemail or have them call back later.

   Once we were outside, Beta resumed updating me on the situation.

   "Poison Ivy's skin secretes some type of nerve toxin which is
ineffective on my cyborg and android platforms.  Elisa is functioning again
but at reduced efficiency.  Livewire is able to cause a small electrical
shock with her touch and is probably the one who disabled the phone at the
cabin.  Her touch is an effective weapon against my cyborg and android
platforms.  Giganta is not as strong as Dorothy but is faster.  Harley has
used some kind of exploding ribbon bomb to entangle Daria and Kasumi, who
were spectators to the combat.

   "The attackers are apparently trying to withdraw from combat with
hostages.  They are threatening injury or death to Daria and Kasumi unless
we allow them to go.  I cannot guarantee their safety.  Should we let them
leave?"

   "Yes, but tell them that if the hostages are hurt, we will kill them."

   "The message has been relayed.  The attackers are leaving.  They have
two vehicles and are taking one hostage in each car.  I am noting the make,
model, color and plate for each.  Both vehicles were reported stolen
earlier today.  Kara's vehicle is the nearest reinforcement but is still 15
minutes away." It was about a 20 to 30 minute drive between work and home,
so Kara was making good time.

   "Hook me into a conference call with the others."

   A moment later we were all conferenced together on the car
speakerphones.

   "Alpha has updated me on the situation.  The attackers have kidnapped
Kasumi and Daria and fled the house.  There was a fight, and Dorothy
acquitted herself well.  Apparently Elisa was hurt by Livewire but should
be fine."

   "Livewire?" I heard Diana ask.

   "Yes.  Working from your identification of Giganta and Ivy, Alpha
believes the other two attackers were Livewire and Harley Quinn."

   "Told you it was Harley with the bulge on her back," said Zatanna.  "She
always carries around a clown-style sledge hammer."

   "Yeah, but we're all at reduced power.  Not sure what Ivy can do right
now, but Giganta is probably as strong as me or Diana," Kara warned.

   "Okay, Ah don't know your...  'opponents' as well as you, but we have
me, Karah, Dianah, an Lindah.  That's four super-strong ladies on our
side," said Anna Marie.

   "Five," interrupted Eiko.  "Me too."

   "Ah'm sorry.  Ah guess Ah forgot since ya don't have your own comic. 
That's five of us.  If Ah remembah right, only one of them is actually
super-strong and tough an such, an Ah don't think the rest of them have
powers that are really workin right.  Why in the world would they come
heah?"

   "I don't think they know we are all here, or they would have brought a
much stronger force.  As it is, you're right, we noticeably out-power
them," said Diana.

   "I don't think Ivy's plants are growing for her here, but she may still
have a toxic touch or kiss," said Kara thinking out loud.

   "And Harley can be a bitch to pin down.  She can dodge away from almost
anything and probably has a few dozen nasty tricks up her sleeve," Zatanna
added.  "What does Livewire do?  Is she that electrical radio gal I heard
about?"

   "Yes," said Linda, joining the conversation.  "Back home she can travel
through electrical wires and throw lightning bolts and such."

   "The thing is we still don't know what they wanted.  They took hostages
so they could retreat in safety," I said.  "Maybe they were only coming
after Kara and didn't know anyone else here could fight."

   "I'm surprised that Alphadroid could fight them off by herself," Diana
commented.

   "Elisa and Jasmine helped too.  I think they both have black belts or
something.  And remember the...  uhhh...  the supervillain ladies are
mostly de-powered from being in this universe."

   Wow, I actually had to say that seriously for once.  If I ever have a
chance to sit down and think this through, I might end up going crazy.  At
the bare minimum, I needed to act like I was taking the idea seriously in
front of the others.  You'd think my years of faking conversations with
artificial women would prepare me for this...  and it did, to an extent. 
But there's a huge difference between acting a part and actually having to
accept the fiction as reality.

   I gave myself a mental slap in the face.  Gotta focus.

   "Okay, we need to find out where they are and save Kasumi and Daria. 
Alpha, is there any way to track the cars?"

   "Not at the moment."

   "Can't ya...  Ah don't know...  access the traffic cameras around the
city or somethin?" asked Anna Marie.

   "That only happens on TV," said Alpha.  "The traffic cameras in this
area are not internet accessible.  Most simply store their photographs
locally.  While there are a few networked cameras vaguely similar to what
TV shows use, their purpose is to track traffic patterns, thus their
resolution is generally much too low for easy identification of a
particular vehicle."

   "What about GPS phones?  Can't you track through those?" Kara was the
one asking this time.

   "If they have acquired such phones, then yes, I could, even though the
required hack would be a risk to myself.  Since they arrived here just a
few hours ago, it is not likely that they have such phones."

   "What about Daria and Kasumi's phones?"

   "Their phones are still in the house," explained Alpha.

   "So we just wait?" asked Zatanna.

   "Regardless of their specific target, the most likely scenario
explaining their actions is that they used the phone number from the letter
at the cabin with a reverse phone directory, either online or at a public
library, to get our address.  They arrived at the house looking for whoever
their target was and encountered unexpected resistance.  That, combined
with their own reduced powers, led them to take hostages and withdraw. 
Logically their next actions will be to gain whatever information they can
from their hostages, then try to draw out their target with a hostage
exchange.  So, yes, we wait for them to contact us."

   "Alpha, remind me to make our home phone unlisted."

   "Noted."

   "I think what Alpha described makes sense," Diana said thoughtfully. 
"We don't even know which one of us they're after, so we wait a few hours.
Alpha can monitor the police broadcasts and maybe the emergency lines in
case they raise a red flag anywhere.  When they call us, have Alpha ready
to trace it."

   "And let's keep a close eye on things around the house," I said. 
"Alpha, close the office early today and lock it down in case they decide
to visit there.  Hmmm...  also, let's send Elisa or Jasmine out to install
more cameras at the cabin just in case.  And fix the phone.  For everyone
else, let's get to the house as quickly as possible and decide what to do
from there."

   After the phone call ended, Beta said, "The safest course of action
right now would be to check you into a random hotel under an assumed name
and keep you there until the situation has been resolved."

   "Their powers are limited such that they are not a significant enough
threat, therefore I am ordering you to take me home.  Acknowledged?"

   "Do you agree to absent yourself from any combat that takes place?"

   "I cannot agree to blanket promises like that.  I will state for the
record that I have no desire to die or be captured by those women."

   Beta said nothing for a moment.  Finally she said, "Acceptable." And she
continued driving me home.



   By the time I pulled in, the others had already arrived and gotten
started.  Jasmine had left for the cabin, and Elisa was fixing the front
gate.  Dorothy was at her charging station.  Zatanna had loaded herself
down with enough tricks and traps that even I could pick out occasional
bulges in her clothing.  No one was in costume, but Diana had her rope
hanging from her belt.  Rei was the only non-powered woman at home.  I
don't think anyone had told Jane about Daria being missing yet, because she
hadn't yet rushed home from classes.

   Beta had me rush upstairs and put on one of the carbon-nanotube-enhanced
suits she had modified for me.  Although the suit would only negate part of
the power of blows and bullets, it is doubtful that anything the invaders
brought to bear could actually penetrate it.  Of course, then I had to
explain to the others why I changed from casual dress to a suit.

   I went down to the basement to confer with Alpha in private for a few
minutes.  Shortly after we started, Elisa put herself in a nanopod for
minor repairs from Livewire's attack.  All of the cyborgs plugged in to top
off their batteries.  Even Jasmine was plugged into a car adapter while she
drove out to the cabin.

   I was really tempted to start by asking for any updates, but I knew full
well that she would have told me anything new already.  Fighting off the
urge, I instead asked, "Do you know what Ivy's toxic skin does?"

   "I believe it is likely meant to induce euphoria and compliance, but I
am not convinced that it will be completely effective, even against normal
humans.  In all likelihood it would require prolonged and extensive contact
to actually create slave-like acquiescence."

   "Is there anything you can do to immunize us against her?"

   "I could disable most glandular functionality in everyone's bodies."

   "Let's call that Plan B.  Anything else?"

   "If we could place her in a nanopod, I am relatively certain I could
disable any toxic ability.  Or it is possible that I could synthesize an
anti-toxin if I had access to her sweat and saliva and sufficient time."

   "So for now, we'll just have to deal.  How about defenses for your
cyborg selves against Livewire?"



   Fifteen minutes later, I was back upstairs waiting with the others.  I
scrounged up a couple buckets, filled them with water and put them by the
front doors.  To the questioning glances I received, I responded, "Use them
to ground out Livewire."

   It was still only early afternoon, and we didn't hear from the
kidnappers until almost 4 o'clock.

   After some deliberation, it was decided that I should be the one to
answer the phone.  We didn't want to give away the presence of any of our
superheroes, and mine was the name of record for the house.

   We had also discussed at length what approach to take.  I was angry
enough that I really wanted to threaten them, make them understand that I
was more than willing to kill them outright.  But threats like that were
not likely to cow these women and might instead lead them to harm their
hostages.

   "Hello?"

   "Hello!  May I speak to Frank ____?"

   "Speaking.  Are you one of the visitors we had earlier today?"

   "Why, yes, I am," the voice purred.  I had it on speakerphone and Kara
mouthed, 'Poison Ivy' at me.

   "Are Kasumi and Daria all right?"

   A nearby computer screen suddenly woke up from its screen saver and
popped up a message from Alpha.  <Phone traced.  They are at a house 2.3
miles away.  Address: 325 Pembroke Lane.>

   I snapped my fingers and pointed at the screen to make sure everyone
noticed it.  They started whispering among themselves, with Diana taking
the lead.

   "So far, and they'll continue to be all right as long as you don't do
anything rash."

   "I'd like to speak to them before we go any further."

   "Sure.  Come here, honey, and tell the nice man that you're all right."

   I heard Daria's voice come on the line, though she didn't sound normal.

   "Oh, hi, Frank.  How are you doing?"

   "Daria, are you and Kasumi all right?"

   "Huh?  Oh, yeah.  I mean, I think they drugged us, but..." Her voice was
cut off suddenly and Ivy came back on the line.

   "So Frank, here's the situation.  We have your friends, and as nice as
we are, we will hurt them unless you turn yourself in to us in exchange. 
Once we have you, we don't need them anymore, and we'll let them go."

   Kara, Diana, Linda, Zatanna, Anna Marie and Eiko moved quickly and
quietly out the front door while Beta and Dorothy took up watch next to me.
I noticed Eiko pick up one of the pails of water on her way.

   "I have a couple concerns," I said, drawing the conversation out. 
"First, Daria definitely sounded drugged.  What did you do to them?"

   "Nothing that won't go away by tomorrow."

   "Assuming that's true, what assurance do I have that you'll really let
them go unharmed if I do trade myself to you?"

   "None at all, except that we'd have no reason to hurt them at that
point."

   "And what exactly do you want with me?"

   "Us?  Nothing.  We've been hired to take you on a little trip, that's
all."

   "Uh huh.  You know that I do realize that you and your friends aren't
exactly from around here."

   "Oh really?" She sounded like she was enjoying the conversation.

   "Yes.  And I also understand the travel difficulties you're probably
facing.  Let me ask you this, have you checked on your transportation
home?" This wasn't completely guesswork or bluffing.  Science really
doesn't support the stuff that goes on in comic books.  If these people
really and truly were from a comic book world, well...  you've read
previous chapters, right?

   "We brought our transportation with us, if that's what you mean."

   "Actually, no that's not what I mean.  I mean the same thing that's...
interfering with your...  your special abilities...  will also probably
prevent your transportation from working.  The odds are good that you won't
be able to go home easily."

   "Just a minute."

   I heard some muffled discussions in the background that went on for a
couple minutes.  The only thing I was able to make out was one raised voice
saying 'What do you mean it's not working?'

   Ivy picked the phone back up.  "All right, let's cut the double-talk. 
How did you know it wouldn't work?"

   "The laws of this universe, our laws of physics, don't allow most
superpowers to work.  That extends to include most super-science and magic
too."

   "So how does Power Girl travel back and forth between worlds?  Or are
you the one who does the traveling and you're just hiding the method?"

   As if all of this wasn't confusing enough as it was.  Fortunately I
didn't have to answer because I heard a loud *thump* in the background and
the phone was dropped on their end.

   "Alpha?  What's happening?"

   "Eiko and the others arrived at the house.  Zatanna, Anna Marie and Eiko
circled around to the rear of the house while Linda, Diana and Kara
approached the front.  Your comments about their possible transportation
problems served as a well-timed distraction.

   "Linda, Kara and Diana kicked down the front door which was the signal
for the rest to enter from the rear.  Harley sprayed something at Kara and
Diana that has caused them to lose consciousness.  Eiko has thrown the
bucket of water on Livewire, which seems to have disabled her powers. 
Zatanna is restraining the wet Livewire with handcuffs while the rest move
further into the house.

   "Linda is wrestling with Giganta.  Eiko, who is wearing gloves, has
engaged Ivy.  Additional information is spotty due to Eiko's focused
attention, but I believe Anna Marie engaged Harley until Zatanna arrived,
then Anna Marie moved to help Linda while Zatanna faced off with Harley.

   "Ivy's main method of attack seems to be with her bodily secretions. 
Eiko dislocated Ivy's left arm with her first blow, but Ivy ignored the
pain and was able to kiss Eiko's arm on her bare skin.  Ivy is now
unconscious, but Eiko's mental focus has begun to waver.  Eiko is moving to
aid Zatanna.

   "Harley is proving to be nearly impossible to target accurately.  Harley
has struck Eiko with her hammer but with insufficient force to cause
damage.
"Note: Rat units one through three have arrived."
This was unexpected.  We kept three rats in my basement lab as test
subjects.  (We had more at AARD, but these three were our original test
subjects.) By now they were extremely old for rats, but as subjects for our
nanite tests, they had undergone the same rejuvenation treatments I had. 
They could be remotely controlled by Alpha and were occasionally used to

perform tasks in hard-to-reach places.

   I didn't know Alpha had released them or intended to use them at all
this afternoon, but I refrained from interrupting.

   "Linda and Anna Marie have as yet been unable to subdue Giganta, but
they do appear to have the upper hand.  Rat One is moving to aid.

   "Visibility around Harley is obscured due to smoke pellets dropped by
Zatanna.  Eiko has been reduced in efficiency by an estimated 31% due to
toxins from Ivy.  Rat Two moving to engage Harley.  Rat Three maintaining
observational post.

   "Rat One was able to damage Giganta's right Achilles tendon.  This
distracted Giganta significantly and Anna Marie has been able to render her
unconscious.

   "Eiko has been hit with an expanding bundle of glue and ribbons thrown
by Harley.  She has been temporarily removed from combat.

   "Zatanna has inhaled a small amount of Harley's sleeping gas but is
still conscious.  Linda caught Harley from behind, but Harley is in danger
of escaping her grasp.  Her momentary lack of movement has allowed Rat Two
to crawl up inside Harley's pants leg.  Harley has ceased attacking and is
instead screaming.  Anna Marie and Linda have together been able to render
Harley unconscious."

   "Call them.  Let me talk to them."

   "The local phone was destroyed in the fight.  Eiko's phone is functional
but inaccessible.  Calling Anna's cell phone."

   She answered after only two rings.  "Frank?"

   "I'm here.  Don't hurt the rats.  Alpha is controlling them remotely." I
heard Anna relay this to the group.  "Good, I didn't know she was sending
them, but she used them to give me a blow-by-blow of the fight.  Are you
all okay?"

   "Pretty much," she said, breathing heavily.  "Diana and Kara are out
cold and Eiko's all gummed up and Zatanna's a mite woozy.  For the rest of
us, we're mostly fine.  Damn, who'd have thought Harley wudda been the
hardest one to take down."

   "Are Daria and Kasumi okay?  Was anyone else in the house?  Check to
make sure everyone's okay before you leave."

   "They're fine.  We'll do a check of the house before we leave.  I guess
we're bringing Ivy and them back with us?"

   "Yeah.  We'll figure something out, because I don't think the police
around here would be prepared to deal with them.  Be sure to strip Harley
down before you bring her inside the house."

   "Okay, sugah, we'll be back in a few minutes.  Love ya.  Bye."

   Damn.  The thought of the fight was a bit unsettling, and I really wish
I could have been there.  This whole 'protect Frank at all costs' might end
up making my life pretty boring.  Okay, that's an overstatement, but you
get what I mean, right?

   "So, Alpha, any thoughts?  Do you think you can disable their
abilities?"

   "Probably, but my first action will be to implant spinal cut-off
switches for them."

   "What?  Like with our women?"

   "I do not think I will have the time to work with that precision.  I
will implant a simple remote controlled cutoff which will sever all
voluntary body control below the neck, effectively able to render them
paraplegic whenever needed."

   "I don't know about that, Alpha.  Doing that to real people...  that's
just...  wrong...  immoral."

   "I do not see a perfect solution here.  I doubt our ability to hold them
incarcerated here for any significant length of time.  We do not have the
facilities and their abilities will eventually find a way to cause us harm
and/or allow escape."

   Damn it.  This is one of those no-win moral choices.  From one
perspective it would be better to just kill them outright.  At least this
would keep them alive and under control.

   "What about Livewire?  Won't her electrical power mess up any controls
like that?"

   "You may be correct.  Just a moment...  I can include basic insulation
and include a fuse-like connection which would break in case of an
electrical surge, rendering them paralyzed."

   I sighed in resignation.  "Go ahead and prepare for the implants.  I'll
convince the women to accept the idea when they arrive.  They're not going
to be happy about it."

   "A search of the house found three or more families sleeping and tied up
in an upstairs bedroom.  They have been untied and left asleep.  An unknown
device was also recovered in a search of their house, which is being
brought back to our house as well.

   "Giganta has been bound securely with Diana's rope.  The others have all
been handcuffed by Zatanna.  I registered no calls to the police resulting
from the fight."

   "Wait, where exactly was the fight?  In a house in a neighborhood?"

   "Correct.  I speculate that the residents of the surrounding houses were
captured by the invaders to secure the area.  Ideally I would prefer to
burn the house down to destroy evidence of our presence, but that would
likely kill civilians.  I am dispatching Elisa to clean and purify the
fight scene as best she can before it is discovered.

   "The others should arrive here in less than three minutes."



   Harley and Ivy had been stripped to their bras and panties by the time
they arrived.  I greeted the returning heroes with a quick hello and
congratulations, then hurried them inside.

   "Take Giganta and Livewire down to the basement.  Beta will show you. 
Keep a close eye on Harley and Ivy and put all of their stuff in the game
room for now.  Put Kasumi and Daria in bed.  Jasmine, check their health
and keep an eye on them."

   Everyone scurried around at my command.  Diana and Kara had wet faces
and hair and were back on their feet, though they didn't look entirely
awake yet.

   As I predicted, the others were not happy about Alpha's idea.  It took a
while, but eventually I convinced them that it was the most humane option
we had right now.  We couldn't send them home.  We couldn't keep them
safely locked up here for very long.  The local police wouldn't have any
idea how to deal with them.  We couldn't just kill them outright.  But by
using the implants we could keep them under control until we could figure
out a better way.

   Giganta was well and truly out of it, and after being knocked out she
had slowly shrunk down a bit so that she was now only seven feet tall.  A
tight fit, but we were able to squeeze her into the pod.  Dorothy and Alpha
immediately got to work on her.

   We had enough nerve interfaces on hand, but the remote control
components had to be assembled quickly, which was currently Beta's job. 
The nanites would create a hole in the spine for the interface, as well as
blocking the pain and making sure the body worked smoothly during the
operations.  Without Alpha's experience and the nanites, this would have
taken hours for each subject.  As it was, it still took about forty-five
minutes each, but we were able to work on two subjects simultaneously.

   Livewire was conscious and gagged, trying to spit venom with her eyes
and curse us through the sock stuffed and tied in her mouth.  We ran a
grounding wire to her, tying it onto her wrist.  Kara and Linda had to
physically hold her down in the nanopod for ten minutes until her body
suddenly fell limp, the nanites having worked to cut through her spine.

   I felt incredibly guilty as I tried to calm her down, assuring her that
she would be fine.  Her chalk white skin seemed to become even paler, if
that was possible.

   "Livewire...  does anyone know her real name?"

   "Leslie," replied Linda.

   "Leslie.  We are not planning to hurt you, but we have to be able to
keep you from hurting us.  What we are doing is implanting a cutoff switch
in your spine.  We can trigger it whenever we need to, and please
understand that any electrical surge applied to the switch will basically
break a fuse and leave you paralyzed until we fix it again.  Yes, this is a
violation of your person and, to an extent, your free will.  I apologize
for that.  But you are going to be trapped in my world for a while, and
this is a much better option than killing you or letting you kill others in
my world."

   There really wasn't anything more to say on the subject at the moment. I
went upstairs to check on Daria and Kasumi, both of whom had fallen asleep.

   Diana, Anna Marie and Eiko were keeping watch on the shackled and mostly
naked Harley and Ivy, both of whom were awake.

   "Hi, I'm Frank.  Giganta and Livewire are fine.  They're being given
medical treatment downstairs right now.  When we've finished with them,
we'll take you down too.  In the meantime, why don't you tell me what's
going on?  Why did you want to kidnap me?"

   "It's just a job, y'know?" said Harley with a grin.  "We didn't know you
had so many powers here."

   "Harley, shut up."

   I continued.  "Pamela, it's not as though anyone is going to be riding
to the rescue for you.  Anyone who follows you will be in exactly the same
boat you are.  We have cameras on the dimensional entry point and will be
better prepared this time.  In all likelihood, you're going to be stuck
here for a few months at the bare minimum.  In the interests of getting
along, the least you can do is tell me why you came after me.  You said you
were hired, right?  Who hired you?"

   They looked at each other, then Pamela smiled up at me with a seductive
grin.

   "Come on, don't you want to untie us so we can have some fun?"

   "Pamela, whatever pheromones you're trying to give off are miniscule
compared to what you think you're emitting.  Plus, it runs quietly, but
please note that there's an intake vent overhead.  One of the house's
residents uses this area to paint, so we installed a fan system to pull the
paint fumes out of the house.  Please, who hired you?"

   She continued to try to look seductive, but shrugged and said, "Well,
she was planning to announce it anyway.  Satanna wanted to kidnap Power
Girl's boyfriend as revenge for what she did to the Ultrahumanite.  She
hired a mystic who said that PG's boyfriend was in another dimension.  She
hired someone else to give us the means to hop to and from your world, so
here we are.  I'm guessing you're Power Girl's boyfriend?"

   "Yes, but..." I stopped myself from saying anything else.  This was
getting ridiculous.

   Okay.  Take a deep breath and think.  I created my own fake Power Girl.
Check.  I created my own fake Wonder Woman, Zatanna and Supergirl too. 
Triple check.  They are not real superheroes, but don't discuss this where
they can hear you.  Double check.

   Now, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Giganta and Livewire have appeared out of
thin air.  Check.  Neither I nor Alpha created them.  Check.  As far as I
know, no one else is creating fake super-women and sending them after me.
So...  there may really be a superhero universe which may have gotten its
wires crossed with my universe?  Hoo-boy.  Still doesn't mean I actually
believe it's true, but I'll admit to the remote possibility that it might
be true.  At the same time, I have to act as though it is true.

   I realized people were talking while I was thinking.

   "...  cause Mr J will start missin' me soon, y'know," said Harley.

   "Harley, that insane clown couldn't care less if you're around or not.
Hell, he's tried to kill you at least five times that I know of."

   "Aw, that's just cause ya don't understand how Mr J expresses his
feelin's."

   "Sorry," I interrupted, "I was lost in thought there for a minute.  What
were you saying?"

   "I was just wonderin' how long til you send us back?" explained Harley.
"Cause Mr J..."

   "Harley, we're stuck here!  Remember how the return button didn't work?
Or even light up?" said Ivy with obvious exasperation.

   "Your return is kind of up in the air.  The only way to get back to your
universe is for someone over there to pull you back.  Nothing here in this
world can send you there.  Or at least we haven't figured anything out that
will do it yet.  Power Girl is a unique case.  Right now, Zatanna is your
best bet, but the only way she might be able to do it is to wait until she
goes home anyway.  Now if you'll excuse me."

   I wandered down to the basement.  Beta told me Giganta and Livewire
would be done in about 20 minutes.  The spinal remotes were installed, but
Alpha had to finish healing the surrounding tissue and do a quick
examination of their powers.

   I sat down at my workdesk and had a conversation with Alpha.  Alpha
accepted the possibility that these super-villains were for real a lot more
easily than I did.  I suppose I should at least be glad the situation was
back under control.

   The only constructive thing to come out of that conversation was that we
agreed we needed a lot more cameras in the house.  When Elisa finished her
cleaning, she would go buy a couple dozen or so more.  These were mostly
going to be hidden cameras, though some obvious ones would also be
installed.  Right now in the house, Alpha ran about half of her
observations through computer and TV cameras (with a screen in almost every
room), a quarter through obvious cameras and the rest through hidden
cameras viewing through pinhead-sized optical cabling (where only the
pinhole optical cables lacked audio).

   Jane got home about that time, and I went up to talk to her.  She was
VERY unhappy that no one had called her.  I knew she would be upset, but
also knew that she would only have been a liability if she had been here. I
would be on the outs with her for a while, but doubted she'd try to move
out as she threatened.  We went upstairs together to check on our rescued
lovers.  Still asleep.

   Leaving Jane upstairs, I went back to the basement where Harley and Ivy
were now being held down in the nanopods.  Giganta and Livewire were limp
on a blanket on the floor.  Once Harley and Ivy were limp in their pods, I
had a long conversation with the four of them.

   I re-explained their current situation to them.  They would not be
allowed to leave the grounds.  We were going to disable their powers as
best we could.  All of their current clothes were to be destroyed to
prevent any unexpected surprises.  We would provide them two
double-bedrooms on the third floor as well as clothes and basic
necessities.

   Any time they threatened anyone else, their implants would be triggered,
paralyzing them until we could get around to dealing with them.  Any time
they tried to escape, any time they tried to use their powers, any time
they tried to remove their implants, paralysis would be the result.  Any
time they did anything that any of us decided warranted triggering the
implants, we would trigger the implants.

   We would try to make their stay here comfortable, and I suggested they
try to view this as a vacation on a very small island.  They were welcome
to interact with everyone else here, but we would view social hostility or
plotting the same as physical hostility or criminal plotting.

   I finished by pointing out, "Your life here and the possibility of your
return home depends on our good will and friendliness.  Don't abuse it."

   I instructed the ladies to strip them bare and provide them some
temporary clothes.  I told the villains that their bodily control would be
returned after we had finished examining their bodies for ways to disable
their powers.  Then I left before they were stripped, believing that they
deserved some privacy, regardless of what they had done.

   Alpha's examinations showed that Poison Ivy had weird localized viruses
of some sort in her sweat glands, saliva ducts and in a few other places
throughout her body.  Alpha took samples, then took over an hour to kill
them all off.  As a side note, Ivy's skin gradually changed from a pale
green back to a normal Caucasian pink over the following weeks.

   Livewire had a strangely robust nervous system, with bundles of nerves
where there should be single strands, but the source of her electrical
shocks was her skin, which was able to store static electricity to an
astonishing degree.  Without just replacing her skin, there was no easy way
to disable this, so we settled for grounding her.  The next day, Alpha
installed small sub-dermal wires that ran from her fingertips down to her
feet.  Hardly an ideal solution, but it helped (especially since we were
also buying and subtly modifying her shoes).  I also made her promise to
wear a grounding wristband every time she used a computer in the house,
backed up with the threat that the first time she damaged a computer would
also be when we changed the rules for her so that any time she even
approached a computer would be justification for paralysis.  Her skin
stayed a chalky white, though her hair started growing in black instead of
electric blue.

   Giganta was a mystery.  Her bones were weird, and so were some of her
muscle groups.  Alpha used some modeling and theorized that they might
allow for some expansion.  Nothing in her body looked like it would allow
superhuman growth, let alone explain how her other body parts stretched. 
Her skin alone should be grotesquely loose when she was at normal height,
but it wasn't.  And her strength should theoretically be decreasing with
expanded height, not increasing.  While we didn't yet understand how she
grew, we did understand why she couldn't grow to super-size while here. 
Theoretically, human bones could only support a body of up to nine feet or
so.  Any taller and she would be crushed under her own weight.  Which is
another point: In our universe there's no spontaneous acquisition of mass
that could allow super-growth (like Giganta or the Hulk), so any height she
achieved must come from her own pre-existing body mass.  Alpha really
wanted for her to grow while under nanite observation, but she flatly
refused to do so, fearing that we might be able to disable the ability
entirely.

   Harley had no super powers.  She was just a really good athlete and
fairly crazy, with a nasty bag of tricks.



   With Kasumi still asleep, we ordered out for pizza that night.  Later,
we had a celebratory orgy.

   Power Girl, Wonder Woman, Zatanna, Rogue, Supergirl, Eiko and I piled
onto my bed and clothes flew off as fast as we could pull them.

   Kara claimed me first, riding me cowgirl style while Diana rode my face.
After a few minutes we shifted positions so that Kara was lying down while
I fucked her and Anna rode her face.  Zatanna produced a strap-on and
fucked Linda, with Linda licking out Eiko, with Eiko stretched over to lick
my come out of Kara, who was kissing Diana while I fucked her.  At one
point, Kara was wearing a different strap-on so the two of us could hold
Anna up while we fucked her from both ends while at the same time Linda was
fucking Kara from behind with another strap-on.  I fucked Eiko from behind
and let her scream her orgasms into Diana's pussy.

   I went from woman to woman until at least 2 am that night, passing out
orgasms as quickly as I could.  I myself came four times.  If I were to
give a blow-by-blow account of that night, it would probably take me twenty
pages to write it all out.



   As expected, the villainesses tried to sneak out overnight.  My cyborgs
put their limp bodies back to bed and didn't reactivate their implants
until morning.  They also installed almost thirty new cameras overnight.

   The news the next day included the mystery of four households being
kidnapped and drugged.  Whatever drugs had been used to knock them out also
affected their memories so that none of them could remember being grabbed.
Nothing was stolen, though either a rough party or a fight had occurred in
the central house.  The police were going over the house in detail but
currently had no suspects.  A couple of traffic cameras nearby had
mysteriously blank memories.  The story was picked up nationally but was
forgotten when no suspects came to light.  Alpha had been thorough, and we
got lucky.  (As a precautionary measure, Alpha altered the fingerprints of
my artificial women the next time they were put in nanopods.)

   * * * * *

   The next few weeks were interesting to say the least.  For the first few
days, Kasumi was the only one in the household who was nice to them. 
Despite having been kidnapped by them, she forgave them quickly and tried
her best to make them feel at home.  Although initially suspicious of her,
they didn't take long to realize that she just really was that nice.

   Probably the first turning point happened two weeks into their stay when
Harley and Ivy apologized for kidnapping Kasumi (Daria too, but that
apology was a little less heartfelt).  And I think they actually meant it.
Although the household is protective of me through mental conditioning and
physical bonds, they are equally protective of Kasumi.  I guess at some
level, Kasumi is viewed as the surrogate mother of the house.  Apologizing
to her was basically a prerequisite to household acceptance.  Giganta
apologized not long after.  Livewire eventually did too, but I'm pretty
sure she never meant it.



   None of that stopped them from trying to escape multiple times in
different ways.  They tried nighttime escapes.  They tried hiding in car
trunks or climbing the wall.  They tried calling the police or emailing
people they found online.  They tried disabling the security cameras.  They
tried when everyone was distracted and when they were all alone.

   Of course what they couldn't overcome was Alpha, who watched all of them
every second of every day.  During each of their third visits to the
nanopods, she secretly implanted each of them with GPS trackers.  Alpha
even expanded her selection of remote-control rodents to include a few
mice, and she was working on controls for insects.  Up to half of the home
systems were used to keep track of them.

   I think the idea that we were hosting a threat to me in our own house
was causing Alpha some stress.  True, they hadn't shown any new indications
that they wanted to make a second attempt to kidnap me, but the first
attempt was enough for Alpha to never trust them again.

   The second week they were staying with us, their escape attempts dropped
noticeably.  They figured out that they were always under observation, but
couldn't figure out how they were being observed.  Their best guess,
according to the conversations we snooped on, was that we had implanted
mics or tracking devices or something similar when we installed their
spinal chips, or that the spinal chips themselves were transmitters.  Which
kind of left them with no viable options since they couldn't disable the
spinal chips without paralyzing themselves.  They mostly decided to wait
for us to slip up and give them access to the basement.

   Along those lines, they needed to ingratiate themselves with Beta or
myself, since we were the only ones who seemed to have free basement
access. Beta rebuffed them each and every time they approached her.

   Eventually Beta relented enough to give Giganta this brief explanation:
"You threatened Frank.  You threatened my friends.  I will never trust you,
regardless of the situation or how much time has passed."

   Meanwhile, their attempts to ingratiate themselves with me led to
multiple seduction attempts, but given the situation, I decided for the
first time in a long time to resist.

   Harley's attempts were hilarious and kinda sweet.  She'd wear a low-cut
blouse or halter top with short shorts and bend over a foot in front of me.
She'd borrow someone's lingerie (without asking) and strike a movie-style
pose in my doorway, with breasts and hips thrust out while leaning against
the doorjamb.  After one failure, Alpha recorded her crying to Ivy that she
wasn't pretty, with Ivy trying to reassure her that she was.

   Ivy was a bit less obvious.  Without her pheromones, she would dress in
a skimpy or slinky outfit and try to entrance me with her voice.  I swear,
the woman must have thought she could hypnotize me or something.  A couple
times she tried to fix me some special herbal tea blend, but Alpha would
have none of that.  She was allowed to fix food for herself or her fellows,
but anytime she tried to offer food or drink to our normal household she
dropped like a rock.

   Livewire's attempts were pretty crude.  She'd try to strike up a
conversation by asking how good Kara was in bed or if Diana really did let
men touch her.  She would ask if it was true that I was well hung and
demand to see the evidence.  One morning I woke up to find her naked and
slumped against my bedroom door, paralyzed for trying to enter my bedroom
while I slept.  Linda, my bedmate for that particular night, was not happy
and dragged her off rather roughly.

   Giganta, oddly enough, was a bit shy when it came to sexual matters. 
Eventually I figured out she almost had a split personality.  When she was
super size, she was a slutty vamp who would think nothing of sticking
random strangers up her twat.  When she was normal size, her confidence
was...  well, not missing, but significantly reduced.  A few times I
thought she was trying to attract my affections, but since I gave no
positive responses, she gave up quickly each time.

   One interesting aspect about all of this was how possessively horny it
made the other women in the household.  I think they felt they needed to
protect their territory from invaders or something, meaning every time I
turned around, someone had plastered themselves against me.  Even on my
declared sex-free days (so declared so that I could recover energy and
stamina), I could not sit down without someone filling my lap, rubbing
their bottom against my prick.  The women who rarely invited extra
companionship when their turns came up on the calendar now showed up in my
bedroom with one or two extra housemates to share our bed for the night. 
It was fun but exhausting.



   I suppose I should take just a moment to address the Daria problem. 
Daria had never really accepted that the others were superheroes. 
Eventually she had reached the point of don't-ask-don't-tell.  She ignored
their unusual physical characteristics, and they didn't raise the subject.

   When she had been kidnapped by an eight-foot-tall woman with
super-strength, shocked by a white-skinned, blue-haired woman and drugged
with nothing more than a green-skinned woman's touch, her world view had
been shaken.  Though drugged at the time, she had witnessed part of the
fight.  She probably would have recovered her previous beliefs and mental
state except that she was now living side-by-side with her kidnappers. 
Giganta didn't grow extra-tall very often, but Daria had seen it happen and
had no way to explain it away.  Daria didn't abandon her don't-ask policy,
but she had come around enough that she could listen to such conversations
without mockery.

   It took a long conversation to convince her not to go to the police,
using basically the same arguments I had offered to convince the others to
let me use the implants.

   Fortunately, she was firmly on my side from the outset when it came to
Jane.  She agreed that Jane probably would have only gotten herself hurt if
I had called her that day, and she worked with me to get Jane to forgive
me, which didn't happen for a week and a half.  (I'm convinced it would
have taken MUCH longer if not for the mental and chemical programming Jane
was subject to.)



   Most of this happened before they all apologized to Kasumi.  Once they
finally did that, the ostracism to which they had been subject started to
relent, which was good because apparently other pressures were building up.
Alpha recorded this conversation between Harley and Kara after they had
been living here close to a month.

   "Heya, PG."

   "Harley."

   "Kin I talk to you fer a minute?  I got a problem I bin meaning to talk
with you about." She was chewing gum, but kept the smacking and popping to
a minimum for the duration of the conversation.

   *sigh* "What's up, Harley?"

   "We bin here for, like, a month, and don't think it ain't been a barrel
of monkey laughs, but...  I gotta get laid!"

   "Huh?  Don't you and Ivy..."

   "Oh, sure.  Ivy and me lick each other out like we're Batgirl and
Supergirl.  It's fun and all..."

   "Y'know, they don't really..."

   "But it ain't the same thing.  Back home, we'd grab a guy every day or
two.  If he had money, we'd make him take us shoppin, but mainly we just
needed a really good fuck, y'knowhatimean?  Ivy's got this special tea that
can get a guy hard toot sweet, an if that didn't keep em hard, sometimes
we'd squirt some epoxy down their peeholes.  But even with all that we
hadda keep switchin to new guys cause we'd wear em out too fast.  But now
that we're stuck here, my cootchie is just achin for some hot dick.  Hell,
so's my ass."

   "What about you and the Joker?"

   She said, "Mistah J" in a sighing sing-song voice, then continued with a
sadder tone, "We don't really do much fuckin'.  Doin' crime and pullin'
pranks gets him hot, but I think he really just wants Bats to pull down his
pants and go to town on his asshole.  Y'know, really give him some hot
man-lovin'.  Me, I'm just his consolation prize."

   "That's...  interesting...  but I'm pretty sure Batman is straight,
so..."

   "Yeah, he is.  The only time Mister J ever gets it on with him is when
he's got him all tied up, an even then I'm pretty sure he'd rather be on
the receivin' end.  Bats has got a pretty decent dinky, y'know.  I measured
it once at eight-and-a-half, and it's real thick too, as big as a Coke can.
Feels great inside a girl.  But Mister J is my number one love puddin. 
Kinda sad that such a great guy like him don't fill my holes but once or
twice a month, and even then he mostly goes after my ass, y'know?  Ass
fuckin's fun, sure, but it ain't nothin like a filled-up pussy.  An bein'
all naked an gettin' slapped around an spit on an stuff."

   "Frank wouldn't..."

   "But ya gotta draw the line somewhere.  Like I told Mister J, ya want me
ta shoot off roman candles outta my pussy, that's okay, but inta my pussy
is off limits.  Mister J don't like hearin people tell him 'No', but I'm
still here and my pussy still works, which proves he loves me.  Or swappin
the other way around is fun too, y'know, so that I'm on top for a change.
Like slappin' a naked guy to the floor, an squeezin' his balls til he cries
or stickin a sparkler into his pee hole.  Once Red an me picked up a real
asshole, so we gave him a big enema of old milk and glued his butt closed
with everything still inside."

   "We wouldn't let you..."

   "But I figure if I tried that here, I'd be out like a light real fast,
so I'm fine with being the sub.  It's more my thing anyway.  Either way I'd
really like to get whatever I can though if you'll help me.  I gotta get my
pussy itch scratched somehow."

   "Harley, I'm sorry you haven't...  I mean...  *pause to draw breath*
We're not going to kidnap or invite men to come here and...  and fuck you."

   "Oh, I know.  But ya got a guy here who's fuckin' a dozen hot chicks
alla time.  He's gotta have great stamina from what I hear.  I just...  I'm
goin' nuts here.  Ivy too, but she don't really talk about it much.  Can't
ya just...  y'know, share him around a little?"

   "Why don't we just get you a strap-on for you to use with Ivy?  Won't
that work for you?"

   "It ain't the same.  *sigh* Y'know, if you want, I kin help pay ya off
before I use him, so to speak.  I like girls just fine too, and Ivy says I
got some real nice tongue action.  Here..."

   "Ivy- I mean, Harley!  No, get up.  It's not that I don't mind a little
girl action every so often, but I'm not going to let you go down on me in
the living room of all places..."

   "Oh sure, sorry bout that, PG.  I'll meetcha up in your room in a couple
minutes."

   "No!  That's not what I...  Harley, come back here..."

   Harley had a tendency to run roughshod over conversations like that
sometimes.  I'll admit to laughing out loud at Kara's distress when I
listened to the audio after the fact.



   The result was that Kara took me aside to have a conversation.  She had
talked this over with Diana, Linda and Zatanna, and they had decided that
it might help keep things peaceful if I could sexually satisfy the bad
girls once in a while.  Under strictly supervised conditions, of course. 
No way were they leaving me alone with any of them.  Or giving them access
to fireworks or glue.

   So Alpha double-checked them all for STDs (I was shocked that they were
all clean), and for four nights that week, only three weeks after they
arrived, they were brought to my bedroom, one each night.  Each one was
escorted by two of my super-strong ladies who stood watch throughout,
except for Giganta who rated four guards.



   Harley came the first night, escorted by Linda and Zatanna.  She was
very...  hmmm...  what's a nice way of putting it...  very open, sexually
speaking.  No comment or question was off limits, and I got the feeling
that nothing I could suggest would be beyond her limits.  She came fairly
easily and seemed to get more excited the further we got from vanilla sex.

   She arrived naked, looking for all the world like slutty cheerleader,
bouncing up and down in her eagerness to get laid.  Her pubic hair was
trimmed to look like a little cartoon-style explosion.  Her body was
covered with scars.  None of them were recent and most were faded, though
the cigar burn on her left nipple made me wince to even look at it.

   I tried to start things off with a make-out session, but she was not
going to sit still for foreplay.  I fucked her in a standard missionary
position until she came, then she got on top and bounced on me for a few
minutes.  Then, still on top, she shifted my cock to her asshole and sat
down, with no time allowed for slow entry.  I was balls-deep in her ass in
seconds, and she bounced on me until she came.  A couple minutes later, her
ankles were by her ears as I fucked her ass from above while she kept
asking me to spit on her and slap her tits or face.  I refused to slap her
or spit on her, but I did dribble some saliva down to her mouth which got
her off.

   Next she took me into the bathroom, saying she didn't want to get the
bed dirty.  First, she wanted to clean my cock, which was dirty from her
ass.  Thinking she meant she wanted a shower, I got in and and turned
around to find her kneeling in front of me.  Before I could stop her, my
cock was in her mouth and she was sucking me clean for all she was worth.
It kinda turned me off and on at the same time.

   What followed was my first experience with watersports.  An interesting
experience and not one that I regret trying, but it's not really my thing.
After my cock was clean, she sat cross-legged in front of me, holding my
dick, pointing it at her body.  Then she asked me to piss on her.

   I tried to explain that I don't like humiliating or hurting people and
that included denigrating them by doing things like urinating on them.  All
the same, after she begged pitifully for a couple minutes, I gave in let
loose my bladder.  She squealed and directed the spray all over her tits
and belly, then her face.  Before I ran out of piss, she put her mouth
under the stream and started drinking it.  One of the reasons I didn't cut
it short was that I was distracted by warm fluid splashing over my feet. 
She was pissing on my feet while I was pissing in her mouth.

   I stood her up, turned on the shower and washed us off.  She told me
that next time I'd have to urinate in her pussy while we fucked and in her
ass to give her a piss enema.

   Once we were clean enough, we returned to bed where she jacked me off
while eating my asshole, then fisted her own ass while I fucked her pussy,
then fisted her pussy while I fucked her ass.  (I had to slap her fingers
away from my asshole a couple times.) She certainly didn't feel loose
enough to allow rough treatment like that, but she never showed any signs
of pain or distress.  Everything we did just got her hotter and hotter.

   We had sex for two and a half hours before I sent her back to her room.
I think she probably would have kept going through to the morning if I let
her, but after two and a half hours I was completely exhausted.



   The next evening I was visited by Pamela Isley, escorted by Kara and
Eiko.  We usually still called her Ivy even though her skin color was back
to normal and she had lost her special pheromones and such.  (Speaking of
which, her virus samples were fascinating to Alpha, who was certain that
she could use them to come up with a number of new avenues for research.)

   She was much more seductive than Harley, but she started out with a
warning.

   "Look, I know you had Harley here last night, and while I'm glad you
gave her some satisfaction I want to make it clear that I don't want you to
piss on me or shit in my mouth or burn my nipples or pull out my toenails.
I'm willing to do those things to Harley when she needs them, but I don't
like having them done to me.  Just do what I tell you, and we'll both have
a good time.  Got it?"

   "First of all, ewww," I replied.  "I don't like hurting people.  A
little play acting or spanking is about as dark as I get.  Second of all,
thank you for telling me your limits, but get it straight.  You are not in
charge here tonight because I don't trust you.  You can leave my bedroom
any time you want, but you don't get to give me orders.  Understood?"

   I think that was the right thing to say, because when she responded with
a "Yes, sir," she definitely seemed aroused.  Is it odd that a domineering
personality might sometimes like to be dominated in turn?  I mean, given
her powers she probably had control over every man that visited her bed for
years, but now I refused to let her dictate terms to me.  Maybe it's what
she secretly wanted...  or maybe she was willing to give up control in
exchange for much needed sex...  or maybe it was just a bedroom variation
she wanted to try now that she had the chance?

   Whatever the reason, I played the role for her.  "All right, now take
off that nightie and get on that bed!"

   I dominated her all evening, light stuff but firm.  When I threatened to
spank her because her teeth scraped my dick during a blowjob, she defiantly
gave me a light bite.  So I turned her over my lap and gave her five swats,
played with her pussy for a minute, then ten more.  Though she didn't come
from the spanking, she was gushing all over my hand when I fingered her
clit right afterwards.

   While I was fucking her doggy-style, I offered her tongue to her guards.
Kara then Eiko both enjoyed a nice orgasm at Ivy's expense.

   When I decided she was too sweaty, we moved the action into my bathroom
for a while.  I sat down on a folding shower chair, had her sit on my lap,
impaling her pussy on my cock.  I shampooed and rinsed her hair in this
position.  Still in the shower, she had to kneel and suck me off while my
toes played with her crotch.  After all this, when I picked her up, pushed
her against the wall and fucked her hard, she came like gangbusters.

   Once we were clean, I gave her some tenderness, toweling her off,
sitting her down, blow drying her hair and brushing it out.

   After a couple hours of non-stop sex, she was limp and I was pretty
tired myself.  I sent her back to her room for the night, though Eiko had
to carry her.  (According to Alpha's observations, she had Harley crawl
between her legs and lick her out off and on for the rest of the night. 
Maybe she was re-establishing her dominance?)



   Because I didn't like her attitude, I was leaving Livewire for last,
meaning Giganta visited me on the third night.  Her real name was Doris
Zuel, but she absolutely hated being called Doris, so we all referred to
her as Giganta.

   When she arrived, escorted by Diana, Kara, Linda and Anna Marie, she
quietly asked for permission to grow bigger for sex.  I asked why, since
that would mean less sensation from me.  She explained that she never felt
safe having sex unless she was bigger than the man.

   "Can you limit yourself to seven feet?  Would that be big enough for
you?"

   "I'm not very good at limiting myself, but I think I can.  It's so much
harder to grow in this world."

   She pulled off her nightgown and stretched her arms up, as if having a
wake-up yawn.  Her breasts were C-cups, lightly dusted with freckles, but
it was her pussy that caught my eye.  She had the most pubic hair of anyone
in the house, apparently trimming it just barely enough to keep it from
becoming wildly overgrown.  As she stretched, her pussy lips flashed at me
through the hair, pulsing with growing desire.

   As she stretched, she grew.  After a couple minutes, she was almost a
foot taller than me.  I called out, "Okay, that's big enough."

   Snapping out of her reverie, she looked around and said, "It just feels
so good to stretch and grow like that.  Now little man, come here."

   "Stop," I said, holding up a hand.  "We can have sex with me in charge
or as equals, but I don't trust you enough to let you call the shots."

   She spread her arms out, and said, "Look at me.  Every man submits to
Giganta.  You will too."

   Her guards started edging forward, then stopped as she dropped to the
floor, her limbs suddenly lifeless.

   I bent over her and looked in her suddenly fearful eyes.

   "I can guess that you probably had problems when you were younger. 
Maybe you were victimized by people bigger than you.  Or maybe growing big
does something to twist your brain around.  Or maybe it's something else
entirely.  None of that is relevant here and now.

   "I am not going to force you to do anything.  I am not going to hurt you
in any way.  I am certainly not going to rape you, which I find
reprehensible.

   "What I am going to do is make you one final offer.  When we re-enable
your remote in a minute, you can choose to get dressed and return to your
room, for which there will be no repercussions.  Or you can stand up and
lay down on the bed, where I will make love to you and you will
reciprocate. This is entirely and completely your choice.

   "However the next time you try to threaten or intimidate me, your
paralyzed body will be carried back to your room and you will not visit my
bedroom again.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes," she said in a quiet voice.

   "Now there's just one thing before we reactivate you..."

   I leaned down and kissed her tenderly.  Initially her lips were stiff,
but that didn't last long.  Very soon she was kissing me back hungrily, her
large tongue prying open my lips and running along my teeth.

   I broke the kiss and stepped back.  I was pretty certain that without
the kiss she would have grabbed her gown and bolted from the room.  I was
still surprised that she gave in.  Maybe growing makes her super-horny?  Or
maybe I'll just never be able to understand the way their minds work.

   As it was, she shyly knee-walked over to the bed and crawled onto it. 
Looking back over her shoulder at me, she waggled her hips, then flipped
over and lay down with her limbs outspread.

   I stripped and crawled onto the bed to join her.  I started us off with
a make-out session and foreplay, stroking her body and teasing her nipples
to full hardness and her vagina to full wetness.

   When I finally climbed on top of her and started fucking, she came
almost immediately.  She recovered enough to start participating in the
fuck after a minute and revealed something a bit surprising.  For someone
with such a slutty reputation, she was very clumsy and uncoordinated in
bed. We used the missionary position for at least half the night, because
whenever she was on top or needed to coordinate her movements with mine,
her jerky movements were more likely to cause bruises than climaxes.

   We paused midway through our session to talk about it.  She refused to
talk about certain aspects of her past, but she admitted that the only sex
she had experienced for years was in her giant state, more masturbation
with living dildos than lovemaking.  I tried to teach her how to make love
with another person, and she did improve, but she was not a fast learner.

   In the end, she did have at least half a dozen orgasms (compared to my
two) and went back to her own room happy and satisfied.

   Before she left, she commented on how much she liked my giant bed.  "Is
there any chance I could get one this size?"

   "We can see about getting you a larger bed, but this one was custom made
for me."

   "Oh.  Well, thank you."

   We upgraded her from Queen to King size the next week.  An Emperor size
would not have fit very well in her room, since she was sharing it with
Livewire.



   I expected Livewire to be the least enjoyable of these visits.  She used
to be a radio shock jock called Leslie Willis, thus making a living by
insulting people and ignoring the boundaries of good taste.  Whereas
someone like Harley may use foul language sometimes in conversation, shock
jocks tend to use it as a weapon, which is not attractive to me in any
sense.

   She also still tended to build up noticeable charges of static
electricity.  The small sub-dermal wires we had implanted weren't effective
enough, even with the anti-static grounding footwear we gave her.

   She stood in my doorway in a tiny electric blue bra and panties set,
leaning against the wall, looking as seductive as she could.

   "Hey there, hot stuff.  Someone order a bitch to fuck?"

   She walked in, with Eiko and Linda following, and stripped off as she
walked.  Giganta had unrestrained pubic hair.  Harley and Ivy had small,
neatly trimmed bushes.  Livewire had no body hair at all below her scalp.
And while the others all had little scars and imperfections to mark them as
human, her body and skin were as perfect as an airbrushed centerfold. 
True, her skin was chalk white and her hair was a combination electric blue
and black, but y'know, aside from that.

   She slunk up to me, grabbed my head and gave me a rough, hungry kiss,
delving her tongue deep into my mouth giving little tingling sensations as
her tongue touched mine.  Without breaking the kiss, she started tearing
off my clothes.  Fortunately I wasn't wearing much, but I did have to break
the kiss to pull off my t-shirt.

   Once I was naked, she grabbed my dick and used it as a handhold to pull
me to the bed.

   "I'm glad you saved the best for last, cause after Livewire has you,
you'll forget all about those other cunts.  Now get your tongue down there
and lick me!"

   I pulled back and said, "There's something you need to understand
first..."

   "Shut up and lick me, you dickhead."

   I snapped my fingers and she fell to the bed lifeless.  Gee whiz, what
is it with domineering supervillains.

   "As I was saying, if you were someone I trusted, I would probably just
let go and enjoy an encounter like that.  But you are not someone I trust,
so I..."

   "Damn it!  I wasn't hurting you or anything.  Turn me back on and start
licking, asshole!"

   "If you keep interrupting me, this is going to be a very brief evening
for you.  This is not a radio show and you are not in charge of this
situation, so be quiet for a minute and listen.

   "I.  Don't.  Trust.  You.  You don't get to give me orders, even in bed.
You can ask nicely, and I'll probably be happy to accommodate you.  Or you
can get up and leave...  once we turn your implant back on of course."

   "All right, you shit-eating faggot, will you PLEASE turn my spine back
on, lick me out, then shove your big dick inside my pussy?"

   Wow.  Why the hell were these women submitting to the situation instead
of just going back to their rooms?  It's not as though they were going to
seduce me into giving them basement access or letting them go.

   "Certainly.  You are a very sexy woman, and I would love to eat you
out."

   I think my politeness was pissing her off rather than calming her down.
Oh well.  Can't please everyone I suppose.

   I bent down to her vagina and started working my tongue magic on it. 
Seconds later her body came alive and her legs clamped down on my head,
holding me in place.  I ate her for a few minutes, then started fucking
her. She was almost as athletically enthusiastic as Harley had been, and we
went through many different positions.

   She became aroused easily but didn't come quickly.  With an hour and a
half of fucking, she only came twice, but each time was like a volcanic
eruption of screams and flailing and each time lasted well over a minute. I
got off three times with her, marking one of the few occasions when I had
more orgasms than the woman I was with.

   Before she left, she said, "You're a fucking hypocrite asshole, but
you're good with your dick."

   I decided to just take her comment as a compliment and leave it at that.

   * * * * *

   Just over five weeks later, we had our next surprise.

   By this time, we had fallen back into a routine that let us go to work
without excessive hassles waiting for us upon our return.  The villainesses
had even started helping out a bit around the house.  Ivy, of course, did
gardening.  Yes, it was winter, but it was winter in Texas, meaning the
ground wasn't really frozen most of the time.  Though we didn't see the
results of her efforts for a few months, our plants and lawn grew very
healthily that Spring.  Giganta helped with the general housework.  Harley
tried to do so, but whatever she cleaned often had to be re-cleaned.  She
just didn't have the mental focus to sweep a whole room or scrub down an
entire bathroom.  Livewire didn't really help out much at all except with
cooking, oddly enough.  She was skilled at cooking fried foods and Italian
dishes.  And she could make an awesome Reuben sandwich.  Who knew?

   For bedtime schedules, we had started doubling them up.  For two nights
each week, I would take two of them to bed at the same time.  Since it
wasn't fair to the rest of the household, we were about to cut them back to
one night a week, so each individual would have an average of one visit
every two weeks.



   Anyway, on a Wednesday about eight weeks after they arrived, or five
weeks after they joined my harem, Alpha gave me another cabin alert.

   "Frank, four more individuals have shown up at the cabin."

   "You're kidding."

   "I would not joke about this."

   "I know, I was just...  show me the video, please.  When did this
happen?"

   "The video is a live stream."

   The video showed four brightly costumed women approaching my cabin door.
There was a blonde in a blue outfit with a large star on her chest,
carrying an odd staff...  a redhead dressed up kinda like the Wicked Witch
of the West...  a black-haired girl in a black-and-white outfit...  and
Power Girl.

   "Uhhh...  Alpha, where's Kara?"

   "She is in her office."

   "Oh, god, this is not happening, this is...  Okay, get a grip.  Deep
breath." And I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment.  Gotta
play this out straight, as if everyone was real.  Anyone discovers any
fakes and my ass is toast.

   "What do you want me to do?" Alpha asked.

   "Dial the cabin phone, I need to talk to them."

   On screen the ladies had opened our new "To Friends of Kara" envelope
and were reading the short message.  Their heads came up as the phone
started to ring on my end.  We now had good quality cameras at the cabin,
including one positioned inside.  The door was locked, but Power Girl is
notoriously impatient.  A moment later she answered the phone.

   "Hello?"

   "Welcome dimensional travelers.  My name is Frank.  Do you want any
assistance or information?"

   "Uh, yes, I suppose so...  Frank.  Let's start with how you know we're
not from this dimension."

   "I have a camera at the cabin pointed at a common entry point for people
arriving in this dimension.  Anyone who suddenly appears there...  that's
generally a pretty good giveaway."

   "I see.  How many people have arrived through this entry point?"

   "Recently or total?"

   "Both."

   "Total, ummm...  nine individuals that I know of.  Recently a group of
four women arrived intending a kidnapping.  I'm guessing that's why you're
here?"

   "For the most part, yes.  Are they still here?"

   "Yes, but if I may ask a couple questions of my own first.  I assume
your powers mostly are not working correctly.  Is that right?"

   "Yes, that's another question we have..."

   "Hold on, hold on.  Is your method of return working for you?"

   "I assume so.  Of course we haven't tested it yet."

   "If possible, I'd like to you test it right now.  If it works, you can
come right back and we can go from there."

   "It's not cheap to use these things, so I don't want to use it before we
need to."

   "I am wealthy enough that if it works, I will give you a million dollars
worth of gold or gems to offset the cost.  This is actually very important
to the rest of our discussion."

   "Okay, we'll try it, but first I want to know if you know who the other
women wanted to kidnap."

   "They wanted to...  yes, I do know.  Their target is safe.  They were
captured and are in good physical condition."

   On the video screen, I saw Power Girl gesture to one of the other women,
who handed her a remote-like device.  She pressed some buttons, looked it
over, pressed more buttons and then went into a huddle with the other
women. When she went back to the phone, she was obviously pretty tense.

   "Okay, what's going on here?"

   "That's what I thought would happen.  Or rather, fail to happen.  Here's
the situation: You're now in a universe whose physical laws don't allow the
vast majority of super powers to work.  You're probably still stronger than
a normal human, maybe faster and tougher too, but your abilities cannot
break the physical laws of this universe.  The science that your return
device is based on falls under the same restrictions.  Someone from your
universe should be able to pull you back to your universe as long as they
remain in your universe to do it, but that technology will not function if
it is contained inside this universe.  Understand?"

   "I think so."

   "Okay, that's the first big pill to swallow, so to speak.  The good news
I can offer to counter that is that I host a number of people who are
similarly stranded.  I can provide you with whatever resources you need
within reason, including clothes, food, shelter, even a job if you want."

   "Hold on.  Just how long do you expect us to be stuck here?"

   "That leads into the second issue.  According to your information, how
long ago did the people you are chasing leave your universe?"

   "A day at most."

   "And how long until people back in your world get worried about you and
either send a rescue party or try to remotely retrieve you?"

   "A few days or a week at the earliest, I'd think."

   Oh god, I was going to have to build a new house to have room for
everyone if this kept up.

   "Okay, second bitter pill.  There is a significant time difference
between our universes.  The other women actually arrived here about eight
weeks ago our time.  Which means that a week your time will probably take
over a year in this world."

   "You're kidding."

   I sighed audibly.  "Nope.  Sorry to say, but it's an issue that most of
my visitors have to deal with.  There's one more big pill to swallow, but
why don't you go ahead and relay the information so far to your friends
first.  Oh yeah, if the trip made you hungry -- sometimes people arrive
here starving for some reason -- we keep snacks in the cabinet behind you."

   "All right.  Thank you."

   I muted the phone and watched for a moment as she turned to talk to the
others in the cabin.  I felt kinda shell-shocked.

   Alpha asked, "What would you like to do?"

   "Not get in trouble.  And avoid fights if possible." I sighed.  "Get
Kara and Linda and the others in here, please."

   A human would have asked if I was sure.  Alpha just did it.

   Kara and Anna Marie had arrived by the time Power Girl picked the phone
back up.  Fortunately my computer screen was turned so that I was the only
one who could see it.

   "Hello?  Hello?"

   I picked the phone back up.  "Sorry, I had mute turned on.  All right,
I'm actually going to be having this conversation for both you and people
in my office."

   "What's going on?" Kara whispered to me.

   I covered the phone mic and whispered back, "More new arrivals at the
cabin."

   "You're kidding," she whispered, but I ignored this comment.

   "Okay, problem number three.  You all know that there are multiple
dimensions, multiple Earths, right?"

   "Yes," from over the phone, and a nod from Kara.

   "Sometimes with these multiple Earths you have duplicate versions of the
same people."

   More agreement.

   "That is the situation we are currently faced with right now.  I'm
taking my time with this discussion, and I'm not going to drive out to pick
you up until we have this all sorted out so no one is going to be confused
and start fighting each other, okay?  I know that's kind of a tradition for
superheroes.  You meet someone new, you get into a fight until you figure
out who's who.  I don't want that to happen here."

   Over the phone, I heard, "Who has a duplicate?"

   I swiveled my monitor to face Kara and the others who had arrived during
my conversation.

   "You do.  You appear to be Power Girl aka Kara Zor-L aka Karen Starr. 
I'm not as positive about your companions, but I believe them to be
Courtney Whitmore aka Stargirl, Maxine Hunkle aka Cyclone and Atlee aka
Terra.  Other possible names may be Power Woman, the Star-Spangled Kid and
Red Tornado.  Not sure if Atlee has another name."

   * * * * * http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtney_Whitmore
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclone_%28DC_Comics%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terra_%28comics%29#Atlee

   * * * * *

   Across the desk from me, Kara had her jaw hanging open.  Diana was
moving her lips along with me as I named names.

   "Now currently sitting across my desk from me is also Power Girl, aka
Kara Zor-L aka Karen Starr.  Also with us are Wonder Woman, Supergirl,
Zatanna and a few other people you probably don't know."

   Silence.

   "Power Girl?  Are you there?"

   "Yes.  That's...  that's a lot to take in.  I just saw Wonder Woman a
few hours ago, so I don't know how...

   "My Wonder Woman is from the same world as the Power Girl who is sitting
in my office.  Since she is obviously not you...  wait just a second. 
Could be time travel.  Do either of you remember this happening before?"

   A pair of 'No's.

   "Okay, back to parallel worlds then.  The people I listed in my office
are all from the same world.  Since we have two different Power Girls, we
are dealing with two different worlds.  Which also means that Poison Ivy
and her group are not the same Poison Ivy and friends that we thought we
were dealing with.  They were chasing...  Ugh.  Too many conversations. 
Too many...

   "Look, Power Girl...  for now I'm going to call the newly arrived
version of you on the phone, Power Girl, and the version of you in my
office, Kara.  Okay?"

   I suddenly heard a matched pair of "Let me talk to her."

   "No.  You...  both of you, I suppose...  have a history of getting into
unnecessary fights.  I'm keeping you two separated until I have a promise
from both of you not to fight each other."

   Silence.

   "Look, I am pretty sure that both of you are from different worlds. 
Neither of you will be replacing the other.  If Power Girl is like Kara...
wow, this is an awkward conversation...  if you're alike, then you have had
problems with being replaced, so to speak.  That's not the case here.  Just
think of each other as long lost twin sisters or something.  Okay? 
Please?"

   My Kara answered first.  "I promise I won't throw the first punch."

   "Good.  Did you hear that over the phone?"

   "Yes.  All right, as long as no one is lying to me, I won't throw the
first punch either."

   "That's probably as good as I'm going to get right now.  All right, I'm
going to drive out to the cabin to pick you up and bring you back into
town. I only have room for one other person to ride with me comfortably,
and Diana is more of a peace-maker than you are," I said, gesturing at
Kara, "So Diana and I will drive out there.  It's about an hour drive to
reach you, so have a snack and take a seat.  I'll answer any other
questions you have on the drive back."

   My computer was going nuts at this point with Alpha trying to get my
attention.  <Do not go.  You will be insufficiently protected.  Allow Beta
or Linda to go instead.>

   I typed back, <The situation requires my presence.  Send backup in an
out-of-sight car if you want.>

   <Not sufficient.>

   <I will stop by the house for a protective suit.  Have Dorothy bring it
to meet my car.  And remember, these characters do not harm civilians.>

   Then I got up to leave without reading Alpha's response.  I understood
her position, but I was very afraid that if I just sent out one of my
women, they'd end up getting into a fight or worse.

   I apologized to Kara for not taking her with me, but I wasn't going to
risk a fight where it was one on four.

   In the car I explained to Diana that Alpha wanted me to wear one of my
protective suits, so we were swinging by the house first.



   When we made it out to the cabin, the four super heroines came out to
meet us.  Everyone was fairly cautious, but no one made any kind of
threatening movements.

   "Hello there.  I'm Frank.  This is Diana."

   I walked up to Power Girl and offered her my hand.  She looked a LOT
like my Kara.  Not exactly, but the height, build, hair and breast size
were virtually identical.  Her face was very close.  The eye color was
slightly different and I think the cheekbones were a little off.  This was
very surreal.

   She shook my hand firmly and gave me an appraising stare.

   "Nice to finally meet you."

   She broke eye contact to introduce me to the others, with Diana
following me down the line of handshakes.

   Next was a young blonde girl with a blue belly shirt with a large white
star on it.  She had on tight blue shorts with a large red belt and a blue
mask and carried a long golden rod with an odd hook on the end.  Her teeth
were dazzlingly white and straight, indicating her braces had recently been
removed.

   "Stargirl."

   Next was a girl with long red hair and freckles wearing a billowy green
dress and red-and-white striped stockings.

   "Cyclone."

   Finally there was a young girl with black hair and a black-and-white
spandex-type outfit.

   "Terra."

   To each in turn, I said "Glad to meet you.  I'm Frank."

   Diana followed me, shaking each of their hands.  Must have been a bit
odd for them, since they mostly already knew each other.

   "Okay, ladies.  It's close to an hour drive back to my place.  We can
talk on the way, but I'd like to get started if that's all right."

   They were obviously bursting with questions, but agreed to get in the
SUV first.

   Diana was a calming, diplomatic influence, so I was glad I brought her
along, but for the most part the drive back was just one long Q&A session.

   One of the first questions was, "Who was Ivy's target?"

   I countered with, "First, what were you told about her target?"

   Power Girl paused, then finally said, "I was told that they were going
to kidnap my boyfriend, which really surprised me since I don't have a
boyfriend.  Made me very curious."

   "I suspected as much.  Hello again.  I'm Kara's boyfriend, Frank.  Nice
to meet you."

   "Since...  ummm...  'Kara' apparently isn't from this world either, are
you?  From this Earth, I mean?"

   "Yes."

   "So how did you meet?"

   "It's a long story.  A while back, Kara was stopping a bank robbery..."
And I told her the story pretty much as Alpha and I crafted it.  I left out
the whole thing where I was sleeping with lots and lots of women, but
included the agreement that we were allowed to date other people since her
visits were random.

   When I was finished, she was quiet for a couple minutes, finally saying,
"That actually sounds like a nice way to meet, but I don't know how stable
a relationship you can have like that."

   "At the moment, she may be stuck here for a prolonged period of time,
but to explain that, first I need Diana to tell her story."

   She told her story, then went on to tell about Linda and Dr Hamilton's
retrieval attempt and the possible consequences for Kara.

   There were other interrupting Q&As throughout the stories, but when we
were only ten minutes or so from my house, I broke in to discuss Poison Ivy
and her lot.

   "You see, our situation with them is difficult at best.  Their powers
were reduced significantly, but our police would have had a lot of
difficulty holding them.  I'm pretty sure that policemen would have been
killed if we turned them over or they would have been shot trying to
escape. Plus there's the problem of maintaining identities for Kara and the
others if Ivy's group starts talking.  We can't just turn them loose for
the same reasons.  We don't have the facilities to just lock them up
either, so we had to get creative."

   "What did you do to them?" Power Girl was obviously anticipating a bad
response.

   "We installed chips in their spines that lets us paralyze their arms and
legs if they try to escape or to hurt anyone.  It...  it's not a solution I
was happy with, but it was the best we could come up with at the time."
Diana backed me up on this point.

   "That's not right," said Stargirl.

   "I agree, but can you come up with a better solution?  Like maybe
explosive collars?  I do know about the so-called Suicide Squad."

   Everyone was quiet.

   "Can the chips be removed?" Stargirl asked.

   "If they remove them, they're just going to paralyze themselves.  We
have the ability to remove them so that they retain full functionality."

   "How?  You've said that your technology isn't as good as ours, so..."

   "I have nanites.  Compared to what you're used to, they're extremely
limited and primitive nanites, but they can be used to remove the chips. 
On the plus side, the nanites were also able to remove the 'poison' from
Ivy, so to speak.  Her toxic skin and saliva are cured."

   "And her mind?"

   "I think maybe she's a little better.  She apologized to Kasumi and
Daria for kidnapping them, which is a pretty positive step.  Uh, here we
are.  This is my house, where you are welcome to live while you're here."

   Everyone was waiting outside to greet us, though I was happy to note
that no one was in costume.

   As we got out, Harley exclaimed, "PG's got a twin?"

   "It's...  complicated."

   My Kara said, "Apparently she's the version of me from your world,
meaning you and I are actually from different worlds."

   "Or not quite so complicated," I admitted.  "Hello everyone.  I think
introductions are in order first, then we'll move on to confusing
conversations and try to sort everything out.  First of all, this is Power
Girl, Stargirl..." and so on.

   After a few minutes we moved inside and sat down in the main living room
with some chairs brought in from the dining room to accommodate everyone.
Kara and Power Girl were obviously wary of each other, but the rest of the
groups seemed to mesh together okay.

   The villainesses seemed fairly uncomfortable and mostly kept quiet,
except when the subject of their implanted microchips was raised.  The
protested strongly against the treatment we had given them, but I was able
to make them admit they were treated much better here than in an asylum or
prison.  Or grave.

   When Daria and Jane came home late that afternoon, Daria took one look
at the gathering and the new (and duplicate) faces and said, "I'll be in my
room, ignoring all of this.  Ignore any screams of frustration you may
hear." Then she left, stomping upstairs.

   "What's wrong with her?" asked Cyclone.  "Is it because your house is
getting too full?  Or does she think we're more villains?  I think if she
is upset, it would be much better to talk things out.  The worst thing you
can do is to just hold in your anger.  I remember one time..."

   Cyclone aka Maxine had a tendency to run off at the mouth.  Her friend,
Courtney, put a hand on her arm to quiet her.

   "That was Daria, and this other lady here is Jane.  Daria has trouble
accepting the idea of superheroes.  Since superheroes aren't real in this
world...  not native superheroes anyway...  accepting their existence would
be akin to admitting you're crazy.  She's had her world-view shaken a bit,
especially when Ivy's group kidnapped her.  Right now, she's avoiding the
issue as best she can." This explanation came from Diana, which pleased me
no end because that meant I didn't have to explain it for once.

   "She'll be fine.  I'll talk it over with her later," I reassured
everyone.  "For now, I think we can break up our main meeting and start
getting dinner ready.  We can finish discussing your options later tonight
or tomorrow, after you'd had a little time to digest your situation.  Maybe
you could watch the news or browse the web to get an idea of the world
you're now in.  I'd like to speak to the two Power Girls in private, if I
may."

   Kara and Kara accompanied me to a corner of the dining room.  I spent a
minute just looking them over, comparing them side-by-side.  They could
almost be twins.

   "Okay, you two.  Are you going to be able to get along?"

   "Probably," said Power Girl.

   "Depends," countered Kara.

   "On what?" I asked.

   "On what she wants to do.  I've shared you as much as I can.  She can't
have you."

   "She's shared you as much as she can?  What are you talking about?"

   "She's talking about something that should be kept private...  but that
you will discover for yourself anyway if you stay here.  So we'd appreciate
some discretion on your part?"

   "Oookay."

   I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.  "You already know
the basics of how we met and about how Kara has tended to bounce back and
forth between her world and this one, right?  Kara was my...  my first
experience with...  uhhh...  sex.  She was my first love.  But she couldn't
stay with me."

   "Right, you mentioned that you agreed not to be exclusive to each other.
Is that what you meant?"

   "Kinda," explained Kara.  "While I was gone a couple trips ago, Frank
here took in a few women who needed places to live.  And they started
sleeping together.  Not married or exclusive, but yeah.  Then I came back
and we got back together, but I liked the other women a lot.  Once you get
to know Kasumi, you'll understand.  She's one of the nicest people I've
ever met in either world.

   "So anyway, then Diana and Zatanna came looking for me and got stuck
here too.  Well, I couldn't just say no...  I mean, it wasn't right away
and it's not really as simple as I'm making it out to be, but...  well,
they wanted time with him too, so I agreed to share with them too.  And the
others who live here...  basically we all want him and kinda...  share him
around a bit."

   That was maybe a little bit more rambling than clarity required, so I
tried to help her out adding, "I'm the only man in a house full of women.
We make each other happy.  We enjoy having our own little family here, and
we'd appreciate your discretion in not...  not spreading unneeded gossip."

   This was getting awkward.  Usually I have some prep time for
conversations like this.

   "So when you said you wouldn't share him any more, you mean you won't
share him with me.  Right?"

   "Right," Kara said defiantly.

   "I'm not going to steal your boyfriend.  Maybe you don't know me very
well, but I don't go around doing that."

   I sighed.  "The problem is that she probably knows you almost as well as
you know yourself.  Sharing me with different people is one thing.  Sharing
me with a copy of herself...  Look, this is all really jumping the gun
psychologically speaking.  You two might be nothing alike.  And this has
got to be a difficult conversation full of things you two would not want to
discuss.  It's not even the discussion I was intending to have when I
called you two over here.

   "What I would like is for you two to spend a little time together and
for you to do it peacefully.  Share some adventure stories.  See what is
similar in your pasts and what's different.  I think adult conversations
and finding common ground is the most likely route we have to peaceful
co-existence.  Is that acceptable?"

   "Yes," agreed Power Girl.

   "I'll do my best," said Kara.

   "Kara, maybe you could start by arranging for everyone to get a change
of clothes.  I'll take you all shopping tomorrow, but you need something
for now that's not costumes."

   The two of them went off together to talk.  Alpha monitored them for the
entire evening (well, she monitored everyone in the house all the time). 
After a halting, uncomfortable start, the two of them actually started
opening up to each other.  The background we had given Kara was pretty darn
close to the one Power Girl offered up in conversation.  They talked late
into the night.

   One topic of conversation that came up a lot was yours truly.  Power
Girl had never really had any successful romantic relationships and was
curious what it was like.  Kara kinda shot herself in the foot during this
part of their conversation, waxing rhapsodic about how romantic I could be
and how great a lover I was and why she loved me so much.  I think she
realized her error after a while, because she suddenly stopped being so
verbose about how wonderful I was and started giving terse answers that
weren't necessarily truthful.

   I'll admit I was pretty curious how this would turn out.  Kara loved me
because she was mentally and chemically programmed to do so.  What would
happen in a relationship without that programming?



   We had two points of excitement that evening.  Livewire and Giganta
cornered Courtney, trying to get a hold of her dimensional remote to see if
they could somehow use it to escape.  Unfortunately for them, as soon as
Giganta shoved her into a room where Livewire was waiting, they both fell
to the floor paralyzed.

   At almost that exact same moment, Ivy and Harley were trying to sneak
down to the rear property wall with a ladder.  Beta and Linda carried their
limp bodies back into the house a few minutes later.

   When we questioned the four of them, they admitted that they were hoping
that there were too many distractions tonight for them to be monitored
properly.

   This had two effects on our newcomers: Courtney became a fan of our
spinal chips, and Power Girl had to be introduced to Alpha to explain how
they were caught.  As with most superheroes, she had certain reservations
about intelligent computers.  They certainly aren't all bad in comic books,
but the ratio of good to bad wasn't favorable.



   That night I went to bed alone, deliberately so.  I wanted time to try
and process the events of the day and sort things out.  What actually
happened was that I lay in bed for a couple hours slowly going insane.

   With Ivy's group, practical considerations of control and safety had
mostly overridden contemplation of the larger underlying issues and
revelations.  Having another Power Girl show up with more superheroines in
tow now made any willful ignorance on my part impossible.

   It made no sense, and by my nature, I tend to demand that the world make
sense.  Supposedly there actually exists a world of superheroes and
villains as described in DC Comics...  but this world is even more
accurately described by my adult take on the world of DC Comics, which
Alpha and I created solely to have more fun with our artificially created
Kara, Diana, Zatanna and Linda.  That's right, the X-rated stuff I made up
was proving to be more accurate than the straight comic book version. 
Which implies...  what?  That my mind or Alpha's mind created this world?
That we were inspired by this world across dimensions by a psychic
resonance?  The very idea was silly.

   More likely was the notion that there truly are an infinite number of
universes.  In an infinite multiverse, any universe you can imagine exists
-- including DC and an adult version of DC.  Not an easy concept, but
mathematically sound.  (Well, there are some provisos and limitations on
those statements, since any proposed universe has to have laws of physics
which allow it to exist, for matter and life to form, etc.) Traveling
between universes deliberately should be impossible though.

   And why in the world were all of the visitors women?  That especially
made no sense.  Ivy's group being all women?  Okay, I could accept that. 
Sometimes they were portrayed as being strong feminists, more likely to
work alongside other women than men.  But Power Girl's group also being all
female?  Nuh uh.  Nope.  No way.  That was ridiculously unlikely.

   I talked with Alpha about a lot of this.  She agreed that the likelihood
was virtually zero, but was in fact a non-zero probability.  And if the
multiverse is infinite, then any non-zero probability is guaranteed to be
true somewhere.  Plus she had no other explanation to offer...  well no
other explanations supported by anything other than wild speculation that
is.

   Finally I said, "Alpha, I accept the possibility that I am going insane
is more likely than what I believe to be happening.  If you feel there is
need for me to be given any medications or to spend the night in a nanopod,
I will lie here or in the pod and do whatever you think is best, including
taking any needed medications."

   "I have no medicine to offer but will be happy to perform a medical
check-up on you.  However I should point out that despite your valid logic,
you are not insane and do not appear to be developing any mental problems."

   I lay there silently for another couple minutes.

   "Okay, I'm not able to go to sleep right now.  My mind is too busy.  I
need a distraction.  Is anyone still awake?"

   "My mobile platforms are at your disposal.  In addition, Kara is alone
and still awake, and psychologically speaking, she may benefit greatly from
intimacy with you tonight."

   I got up, put on a robe and knocked quietly at her door.  Her light came
on and a few seconds later, her door opened to reveal a gorgeous if
disheveled blonde with huge breasts in an extra-long t-shirt.  I took just
a moment to stare into her eyes to make sure it was her and not her newly
found twin.

   "What's up?"

   "I'm having trouble getting to sleep.  Too much on my mind.  I was
hoping you'd still be awake because I could really use something else to
focus on."

   She grabbed me by the robe, pulled me inside her room and kissed me
hard. We went from there to almost animalistic passion, tearing off what
little clothes we had on and practically jumping on her bed.  She pulled my
cock inside her so quickly that I was initially in danger of rubbing her
raw, but she lubed up in just a few strokes.  We started out in the
missionary position, but her arms and legs grabbed and held onto me so that
we tended to roll side-to-side a bit.

   It certainly was a pleasant distraction which had the added benefit of
tiring me out more than usual.  We faced each other throughout the
encounter, with Kara's focus on me intense enough that I might have worried
about heat vision had the universe been different.  It was over quickly,
not even lasting ten minutes, but we both felt very satisfied.

   I barely remembered to pop out my earbud and put it on her bedside table
before we fell asleep in each other's arms, my softening cock still partly
inside her clenching cunt.

   The next morning when I woke up, our bodies were separate but her hand
was still holding onto my arm.  I really wanted a few more hours of sleep,
but dear god was there a lot to do today.  Maybe just another half an
hour...

   But rather than drift off back into wonderful slumber, Kara's alarm
clock started beeping loudly.  Kara groaned and rolled over enough so she
could slam her free hand onto the top of it.  Snooze button, I guessed.  Or
broken clock.

   "Good morning," I said quietly.

   "Morning," she mumbled back.

   Neither of us moved.

   "We really need to go ahead and get up," I admitted.  "We have a long
day ahead of us."

   "I know."

   She pulled me to her so our naked bodies pressed against each other,
causing my cock to stiffen noticeably.  Morning wood, in this case half a
need to piss and half sexual desire.  She wriggled against it.

   "Kara, we don't have the time for...  how about a compromise.  Grab your
robe and let's go shower together." My shower was noticeably bigger than
anyone elses.



   I gathered up my clothes from the floor and shrugged into the robe.  My
cock was at full hardness and poked out the front.  I was lazy enough not
to put on my pajama bottoms, so there was nothing to keep it from jutting
out in front of me, but I figured no one in the household would be shocked
to see it if anyone was even up and about right now.  I grabbed my dead
earbud, realizing I would have to wear my backup today while this one
recharged.

   I stepped out into the hallway and heard a voice behind me offer a 'Good
morning'.

   Without thinking it through, I turned to return the greeting, only to
find myself facing Power Girl and Terra walking to the exercise room... 
with my cock pointing out of my robe directly at them.  Not that my sleepy
mind realized this right away, but once their eyes jerked downward, I
realized my error and quickly spun back around, my hands covering my
shame/pride.

   Kara exited her room behind me and realized my situation.  Moving
directly behind me and pushing me forward, she said, "Please excuse us. 
And good morning!"

   She giggled as we entered my room, which is at the far end of the
hallway from the exercise room.  Closing my door behind us, she laughed out
loud.

   "I can't believe you flashed my sister like that!"

   "Sister?"

   "That's what we decided to call each other last night."

   "So how did the conversation go?  I notice that you're both still alive,
so I'm guessing it didn't go too badly."

   "It went all right.  Our worlds are pretty close.  So far we haven't
figured out anything major that's different, just a lot of little things.
Which worries me a little..."

   By this point we were both naked and in my bathroom.  I handed her an
extra toothbrush with toothpaste on it and started brushing my teeth.  She
put her arms around me and danced me into the shower before taking the
offered brush.

   "What?" I asked, though it may have come more like "Ut?"

   "She doesn't have a boyfriend back home either." Then she started
brushing her teeth too, putting a lull in the conversation.

   We quickly brushed away, standing together under the water, drinking in
each others bodies with our eyes.  We finished brushing, gargled a bit of
shower water and started kissing.

   The shower took longer than usual, of course, mostly due to me pushing
her up against a wall and fucking the shit out of her.  It was especially
urgent since I needed to piss badly but couldn't as long as my cock was
hard with need.

   After our fuck, she refused to let me exit the shower to piss, instead
holding my cock and directing my urine down the drain, which was an odd and
arousing experience.  If I hadn't just come, I would have fucked her again
right away.  Then she shaved me in the shower, another wonderfully intimate
encounter, lessened slightly by the two nicks I got.

   Once we were clean and dry, I put in my backup earbud and the three of
us (including Alpha) went over everything we needed to do today.  Skipping
morning exercise was fine once in a while.  We needed to pick names for
everyone, get IDs made, get clothes and other essentials for all four of
them, get phones, and restock the cabin and set it up for more possible
future arrivals.  With two dimension transfer devices in our possession, we
needed to closely examine them and see if there was any way we could
combine the two to get them working.  We needed to sit down and have a long
talk with the newcomers about this world and the differences they would
encounter.  We needed to get detailed information about their world for
reference.  (Those last two had started yesterday and were probably going
to be ongoing projects.) We needed to show them around AARD and see about
arranging for schooling or jobs for the newcomers (though that didn't have
to be done today).  If we could convince them, it would be very helpful for
us to get a thorough scan of their bodies and technology.  And we needed to
start looking at getting additional rooms, either through adding on to the
existing house, building a guest house or buying one or more houses nearby,
because we were full.  We had been forced to convert a third floor single
into a double yesterday to accommodate everyone.  Actually, that's another
task for today: buy another bed.  The cot we moved up from the basement
wasn't going to cut it for very long.

   We started assigning jobs to hand out to everyone asap.  Anna Marie
would arrange for a new bed to be delivered.  Alpha would schedule a
meeting with Robert Anderson, my housing contractor, for early next week.
Kasumi and Rei would talk to the newcomers and make a list of toiletries,
make-up and other miscellaneous items they needed, then go shopping for
them.  Eiko would pick up smartphones for them, get them activated and meet
up with us to pass them along.  Jasmine would take care of the cabin.  Kara
(who was not planning to leave me alone with her 'sister' any time soon)
and I would take them clothes shopping.  Alpha, Beta, and Dorothy would
start working on the dimensional devices if they were willing to let us try
to get them working.  Linda, Zatanna and Diana would take charge of the
villainesses for the day.

   It was indeed a full day.  Courtney, who was in charge of their
dimensional return trigger, agreed to let us examine it but not to leave it
in our care, so that task wasn't begun until that evening.  We skipped most
of the clothes modeling this time around because we lacked both the time
and the libido implants, but I did notice that all four of the newcomers
seemed to be very interested in my opinions regarding their appearances. 
At the time I simply thought it was because I was the only man in the
group. I made sure they had clothes for a wide range of activities, from a
night at the opera to a day on the farm, with almost $29,000 being added to
my charge cards that day.  (I think if they had been trying to seduce me
with dainties and lacy dresses, it would have cost 25-50% more.)

   Throughout the day we had constant conversations, each of us offering
information about our own worlds as they compared to each other.  Maxine
(aka Cyclone) was...  I suppose 'annoying' is the best word for it.  She is
an intelligent know-it-all with a chatterbox mouth.  She's both a great
source of information and a conversational train wreck.  Courtney (aka
Stargirl) was a great help keeping her in check.

   I was able to get to know the new ladies a lot better that day.  Power
Girl was a LOT like my Kara, and not just physically.  She had a fun,
flirtatious personality, and Kara did her best to interpose herself between
myself and Power Girl as much as possible.  Though Kara was loathe to admit
it, it seemed that Power Girl was slightly stronger, though none of her
multitude of other Kryptonian powers were working.  I also got the
impression that she was, if not a virgin, then pretty inexperienced with
men.

   Courtney was an eighteen year old blonde who had had her braces removed
less than a year ago.  From her personality and the way she carried
herself, she was obviously destined to be a leader in some superhero group
in the future.  She had dated unsuccessfully in the past, mainly with other
young superheroes.  Her powers came from gadgets, a super-strength belt and
Starman's cosmic rod, neither of which were working.

   Maxine was a nineteen year old red-headed ginger girl with a genius IQ
and virtually no friends at all until she joined the Justice Society.  She
had a tendency to offer unwanted but well-meaning advice and seemed to lack
the ability to see herself from anyone else's perspective.  She was a huge
fan of the Wizard of Oz and Wicked (a book/musical retelling the story of
the Wizard of Oz from the Wicked Witch's perspective).  Her power to
control the winds couldn't even raise a slight breeze in my world.

   Finally Atlee was an adventurous, touristy young lady from a underground
race of people.  To her, the surface world was a foreign land full of
excitement and fun people to meet.  I think her visit to this world was
just an extension of her explorations, made somewhat unsettling by the
removal of her ability to control rock and earth.  She had attached herself
to Power Girl as a sidekick, but had also worked alongside the Teen Titans.
The others were all of adult age, but her age was undetermined.  Having
lived underground most of her life, she had never had seasons or days to
count the passage of time in a way that could be easily equated to surface
time.  Looking at her on a purely physical level, she seemed to be slightly
older than Courtney and Maxine.

   By dinnertime, I was certain that they were all starting to flirt with
me.  It was both very flattering, especially since they had no implant to
push them towards me, and a little frightening.  On the one hand, my
natural tendency was to flirt back and point them towards Jane's calendar.
On the other hand, I kinda wanted to just crawl into a hole in the ground
and pull a tarp over my head because it was starting to be too much all at
once.

   It felt like I was quickly losing control of my life.  With my
artificial women, letting them run their calendar was like letting your
passengers pick the radio station while you drove; I was still in ultimate
control of the situation.  With the new women, that control was at risk.



   The first indication of romantic intent from any of the newcomers was
two days later on Saturday.  Well, maybe I should say physical evidence of
such intent.  Alpha had recorded a number of conversations among the new
women about me.  They were very curious as to how I could handle, let alone
satisfy so many women.  None gave any indication that they were falling in
love with me, but at one point or another they all admitted to wanting to
give me a try.

   We had made no progress with the dimensional travel devices, and the
ladies had just started to come to grips with the idea that they may be
stuck here for a while.  Myself, I was dealing with nightmares of future
hordes of formerly super-powered women coming to live with me.  On the face
of it, not a horrible fate, but it could easily spiral out of control.

   After dinner, Courtney and Maxine cornered me briefly.

   "We wanted to thank you for taking us in like this," explained Stargirl.

   "Exactly," agreed Maxine.  "We understand that we're completely
unexpected guests, or since we weren't invited maybe I should say visitors,
arriving on your doorstep.  I mean, we thought we were coming to save you,
or at least investigate whoever was claiming to be Power Girl's boyfriend,
and here you are saving us instead.  Well, taking care of us rather than
saving, but given our lack of powers and unfamiliarity with your world,
we'd have had a good chance of being locked up somewhere so I suppose in
that respect you did save us.  And now you're even talking about sending us
to college while we're here, and I know college is expensive.  Sure back
home I had a couple scholarships to help out, but here I don't have any
kind of background to use to apply for any scholarships..."

   Courtney was obviously used to dealing with Maxine's tendency to ramble.
She reached over and tapped Maxine on the shoulder, giving her a 'look' to
draw her attention to her verbal outpouring.

   "Sorry.  Anyway, we wanted to say thank you," Maxine said in a calmer
voice.  Then she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  She might have
left a lipstick imprint, but it was a chaste kiss.

   When she drew back, Courtney leaned in and kissed me full on the lips.
There was no tongue action, but she did use her lips to grasp and worry my
lower lip just a little bit, as if we were lovers.  She was blushing a
little as she drew back.

   I had no time to consider this because someone behind me grabbed my
shoulder and spun me around.

   "Me, too," Atlee said.  "I want to thank him too."

   Atlee kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my somewhat stunned mouth. 
Acting purely on practiced instinct, I kissed her back, meeting her tongue
with mine.

   After about twenty seconds of this, Atlee pulled back with a smile on
her face.  "Thank you!" she said, then she walked off with Courtney and
Maxine with a bouncing gait.

   My brief moment of reverie was interrupted by a voice behind me (again).

   "I'd like to say 'Thank You' as well, but I think my sister would
strongly object if I followed their lead," said Power Girl as I turned to
face her.  "But I think she'll forgive a hug."

   She pulled me into what was both a very familiar hug and one that was
strangely different.  And it might have been my imagination, but I think I
could feel her nipples poking my chest as she held me for what felt like
half a minute.

   I tentatively returned the hug, but kept it PG (meaning the rating, not
her).  I kissed the side of her head and said, "I'm happy to help out."

   Given my frame of mind, I'm fairly sure that I may have imagined the
little jump she gave at my perfectly innocent kiss.  Man, I was all kinds
of messed up and confused at that point, but refused to show any of it. 
I'm used to having women in my house try to seduce me, but I had been
strictly denying those expectations for the newcomers.  That started to
fall by the wayside when Ivy's group negotiated their way into my bed, but
I mentally reinforced it when the heroines arrived.  Now I had no idea if
everything was completely innocent or just mild teasing or if they actually
were sexually interested in me.  (Gossip in private is hardly proof, but my
mind did recall how they all professed an interest in 'trying me out'.) And
to top it all off, I had my persona to maintain.

   After she left, I took a deep breath and moved on with the evening.



   The next day, Sunday, I was going through emails on my laptop in the
kitchen when Courtney and Maxine sat down on either side of me.

   "Can we ask you a question?" asked Courtney.

   "Sure, go ahead," I said, slowly pulling my eyes away from the screen.
"What's up?"

   "We were just wondering if it's true..." She trailed off with a blush.

   "If what's true?"

   "If...  you know...  if you're...  having sex with...  with all the
women in the house."

   I suppressed a small smile and looked the young blonde in the eye.  "No,
I'm not."

   "Ah hah," said Maxine as if this was a gotcha moment.  "Then just how
many do you...  do...  it...  with?"

   Lot's of embarrassed pauses in this conversation, but none from me.  I
was much too experienced with topics like this, but it was especially fun
to see the very loquacious Maxine stumble over her words a bit.

   "Everyone but you two, your Power Girl and Atlee of course."

   "Oh, I didn't mean..." stuttered Maxine.  "We weren't counting us, I
mean."

   "So if you don't include our group, you're really sleeping with everyone
else?" repeated Courtney.

   "Haven't you talked to them?"

   "Well, yes, but...  I mean, it doesn't really seem..."

   Maxine took over.  "It doesn't really seem possible.  Ignoring our
group, there are seventeen women in this household.  Although sexual
activity and the libido of men varies a great deal, the average thirty to
forty year old man has sex as little as once a week.  Even if your sexual
constitution is significantly above average, it seems unlikely that you
would be able to attend to every woman on the list.  As I understand the
situation, you take one day a week off from any sexual activities to rest,
which is probably a good idea given your situation, but that just
complicates the problem even more since that means you would need to have
sex three times a day for the other six days just to have sex with each
woman just once a week.  Well, for one of those six days you would only
need to have sex twice.  Then again, I believe that Ivy's group is now only
scheduled for every other week when you consider them on an individual
basis, meaning if you keep to the three-a-day schedule, you could then have
two days off a week I suppose.  But unless you have an extraordinary
vascular and reproductive system, your body simply wouldn't be able to
produce enough semen to ejaculate that often.  And that's to say nothing of
the time requirements needed to have sex three times a day and maintain
your working schedule..."

   I think she would have gone on like that for five or ten minutes at
least except that I leaned over and put a finger across her lips, cutting
her off gently and making her shudder just a little at the intimate
contact.

   "While most of your information is good, you're making too many wrong
assumptions.  First, you're assuming that I only have sex with each woman
once a week.  It varies a great deal from person to person and week to
week. Sometimes I'll be intimate with a given woman two or three times a
week, and sometimes as little as once every other week, though I suspect
the average would lie somewhere between one to two encounters."

   I pulled my finger away from her lips, then continued before she could
get started again.  "Second, you should realize that it is becoming
increasingly common for more than one person to come to bed with me at a
time.  Given how much else you seem to know about my supposedly private
love life, I'm going to assume you know about my evening calendar schedule,
right?  The women of the household are the ones who decide who uses me on
any given evening.  I am at their disposal for the most part.  On the other
hand, the days are left entirely up to me, giving me the illusion of at
least limited control over my own sex life.  It's common for me to have one
or two encounters in the morning or afternoon."

   I kissed the tip of my finger and replaced it over Maxine's lips,
drawing another shudder.

   "Third, you're lacking information regarding my bodily health.  Given
the world you come from, I'm sure you're familiar with nanites, yes?  Well,
I have nanites of my own.  Oh, you would consider them to be ridiculously
primitive and limited I'm sure..."

   "You mentioned them before.  The nanites."

   "I did?  Sorry.  So among other things they are able to keep my body at
the peak of physical health, including granting me the...  uhhh...  let's
call it 'randiness' of a teenager."

   I took my finger away from her lips and turned my attention back to
Courtney, who for some reason had failed to restrain Maxine's runaway mouth
a moment ago.  Her eyes were fixed on me, and I found myself meeting her
gaze with a warm smile, just as I would if she had fall-in-love-with-Frank
implants in her brain.  I was at least able to restrain myself from
reaching out and taking her hands in mine.

   "Now, is there anything else I can help you with?"

   Courtney got a blank look on her face, then blurted out, "You have a
very nice looking penis." She looked shocked at her own words and
immediately looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

   That was really out of character.  I wish I could have seen into her
mind right then to work out the chain of thoughts that led to that little
comment.  If I had to guess, I'd say she panicked, couldn't think of
anything to say, then let her first thought fly out of her mouth as if this
were a cartoon sitcom.

   "Ooookay," I said slowly with what I hoped was a kind smile.  "Thank
you, I guess, though I also feel the need to ask just where you happened to
see my penis to know this."

   Power Girl and Atlee had gotten a brief flash in the hallway the other
morning, but not these two.

   "I...  I..." Courtney's brain appeared to have turned off at this point.

   "Rei!" said Maxine loudly.

   "Rei showed you my penis?"

   "She has a picture.  A portrait."

   I think I blushed a little bit.  Back in April, Rei had surprised me
with a request to sit for a pencil portrait of the two of us to be drawn by
Jane.  I had agreed, not finding out until picture time that she wanted a
nude portrait of the two of us.  For some reason, I agreed to sit for it
but had extracted a promise that she wouldn't show it around.  I suppose
she thought that maybe once someone moved into the house, it was okay to
show it to them?

   "Oh, that.  I kinda wish I hadn't posed for that."

   I was tempted to ask what it was she liked about it, but that was too
much even for me.

   "So?  Anything else?" I looked back and forth between them.

   From behind me came another voice.  "I think they want you to invite
them to your bed."

   As a group, we turned to see Atlee standing behind us.  I had no idea
how long she had been there, but she spoke with a directness I normally
associated with Alpha or Rei.

   "Well, Atlee, that's for them to say.  And even if they do, I don't want
to do anything that could cause problems between our two Power Girls."

   "Oh, okay," Atlee responded, her happy countenance fading a little. 
"You might be right about that.  Too bad.  I wanted to ask to come too."

   Courtney quickly stood up, saying, "Come on, Atlee.  Let's stop
bothering Frank.  He's a...  a very busy man, I'm sure."

   The three of them beat a hasty retreat from the room, Courtney and
Maxine both blushing furiously and dragging Atlee out with them.

   Again, I was somewhat mystified by the situation.  It was as if they
actually did have implants.  I know I didn't used to have this kind of
animal magnetism...  but despite everything I tried, Alpha refused to admit
to doing any of this and I couldn't find any indication that any member of
Ivy or Power Girl's groups were artificial.  (Except for Livewire, that is.
Her body and skin appeared to be flawlessly perfect, but our current theory
is that every time she turned into electrical current -- traveling through
powerlines or whatever back in her world -- her body would reform in an
ideal state.)



   The next day at work, Kara cornered me in my office.

   "Okay, Frank, what did you do?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Last night and this morning, Atlee, Courtney and Maxine kept asking
questions about you and about our relationship and dropping hints that
they're adults now.  What.  Did YOU.  Do.  To Atlee.  And the others?  Did
you try to seduce them?"

   "No, but Courtney and Maxine did ask me some rather intimate questions
yesterday.  Then Atlee joined the conversation by saying that they all
actually wanted to...  uhhh...  bed me."

   "Oh, god," Kara said, her face in her hands.  She thought of Atlee
almost as if she were her own sidekick, and she knew Atlee wasn't raised in
human society so she sometimes had her own unique approach to social
situations.

   "I responded that first of all, Atlee couldn't speak for the others on
matters like that, and secondly that I wouldn't do anything that might
cause friction between you and your sister."

   "So that's why they're..." She let her observation trail off in a sigh.

   "So, no, I'm not trying to seduce any of them.  I promise."

   "I swear to god, Frank, you must have super-charged pheromones or
something.  If you ever visit my Earth, we might have to stick you in an
air-tight suit so you don't have the entire female population of New York
chasing you."

   "So what do you want to do about it?" I asked her.

   "I don't know...  they're just all so young."

   I knew they were all old enough to be considered adults but kept my
mouth shut.  Kara knew that as well as I did, and me pointing it out
wouldn't help matters.

   "I'm sticking by what I told them yesterday," I reassured her.  "There's
no way I'll let any of them touch me unless you and your sister agree that
it's all right."

   As she gave me a quick glare then turned away from me, I realized that
wasn't quite the right thing to say either.  Hmmm.  Not sure there was a
right thing to say.  Still, she wasn't walking away.

   "Sorry to be so blunt, but I just want to make sure you know where I
stand," I tried to reassure her.  "I'm giving you the authority in this
situation."

   "You'll just fuck anything we throw at you, won't you?"

   I think the situation was getting to her much more than I had originally
thought.  Emotionally speaking, her sidekick, her 'little sister' (Linda)
and quite possibly her 'twin sister' were all trying to take me away from
her.  Or from another perspective, perhaps she was afraid I was going to
trade her out for the others.  Probably both fears at the same time, plus
others I hadn't thought of.  Human emotions aren't simple or even
necessarily straightforward.

   I moved up and embraced her from behind.

   "Kara," I said softly.  "You know that's not true.  You're the best
thing that ever happened to me, and I'm not going to risk losing you.  Now
I want you to go take the rest of the day off to relax.  Take some 'me
time' and...  I don't know...  go shopping or go to a spa or go gliding or
see a movie or something."

   She turned around and we kissed.

   I felt a little duplicitous at that moment.  Yes, I absolutely loved
Kara.  But at the same time, I was wondering if I'd have to give similar
reassurances to any of my other women.

   "I'll be fine.  I need to get back to work..."

   "Kara, I'm serious.  I don't want you working while you're stressed out
like this.  Alpha, can you get Kara a spa or massage reservation on short
notice?"

   "Yes, that should not be a problem."

   "Alpha," Kara broke in.  "Can you get two reservations.  Frank needs to
come with me."

   "You're kidding," I said.  "I'm really not the spa and massage type."

   "Come one, you'll love it.  Consider it an order."

   "An order?"

   "You just said you were giving me the authority in this situation.  I
think this situation calls for a joint massage and spa day."

   "That's not really what I meant..."

   "Are you trying to disobey a direct order?"

   I paused for a moment.  Well, it was something I had never done before.

   I sighed audibly.  "Okay, I'll give it a shot.  For you."



   In the long run, it was a bad idea.  Oh sure, it was very relaxing and
weirdly enjoyable in an uncomfortable metrosexual way.  Unfortunately
though not unexpectedly Kara blabbed.  From then on the rest of the
household thought that meant it was all right to include me in some of
their more girlish pastimes.  If it wasn't for their occasional need for
female-bonding, I would have been invited to all of their nail-painting,
foot baths, aroma therapy sessions.  (Well, I'm being a little unfair
there. My artificial women are much less girly than male-perspective
stereotypes would lead one to believe.)

   For months I had to go to various spa treatments or flavor-of-the-month
therapy sessions with different women so that they wouldn't feel like Kara
got preferential treatment...  which, let's be honest, she usually does.

   For those you wondering why my office conversation with Kara didn't just
devolve into sex, well, technically it did.  Eventually.  After a few hours
being pampered and massaged at a spa, we checked into a hotel room and had
an hour-long private session.

   The best thing to come out of that afternoon was that Kara seemed to
completely regain her composure and confidence.  I'm sure she would still
rather her 'sister' hadn't shown up, but she was now able to keep any
problems or worries or jealousies under control.



   That following Wednesday, the morning after a dominance & submission
evening with Giganta and Harley -- I was the top-dom, Giganta was the
sub-dom and Harley was the sub, if you're wondering -- Kara approached me
with a warning.

   "Frank, just giving you a heads-up.  I've agreed to give Atlee, Courtney
and Maxine permission to seduce you."

   "Really?  Does your sister agree?"

   "She...  she'll be joining us Saturday evening."

   "Saturday eve..."

   "My next night with you.  You'll be taking the Zor-L twins out to
dinner. Then I expect you to take us both back to your room and show my
sister why she should be jealous of me."

   I was actually a bit dumbfounded.  I thought it likely that the younger
trio would end up in my bed given how things had been working out.  I even
thought it might be possible that Kara would willingly let her 'sister'
have sex with me.  I had completely discounted the possibility that I would
ever get the two of them in bed together.  Heck, Kara and Linda did their
utmost to avoid sharing me at the same time, and they're technically
related to each other the same as Kara and Kara.  I would have thought the
Karas would completely avoid sharing me come hell or high water.

   Dammit.  Kara and Linda THINK they're related to each other.  With the
new arrivals, I find myself more and more thinking of my artificially
created women as if they actually are the real versions of the characters.
Yes, I used to slip up mentally on occasion, but recently?  Remembering the
reality of my household was currently the exception rather than the rule.

   "Okay," I eventually said.  "I'll...  uhhh...  I'll make you proud.  Do
you want me to make the reservations, or have you...?"

   "You go ahead and pick the restaurant.  We only agreed on this last
night, so I haven't had the time yet."

   "Sure thing."



   So let's see...  that was Wednesday morning.  By that evening, the trio
of younger heroines had begun approaching me again, but still rather
uncertainly.  I wasn't even in their age group, let alone a native of the
same dimension.

   Thursday morning, Maxine of the long red hair and freckles began her
seduction gambit with a conversation about The Wizard of Oz and Wicked.

   Maxine was a very pretty young lady.  She looked taller than she
actually was, with a lovely slim young figure with beautiful long legs. 
She lacked the strong athletic body of some of the other women, but she had
the energy and health of youth.

   "So I know the Wizard of Oz and Wicked exist in this world too, but I
wonder if they're actually the same as what I know," she asked.

   "I think so, but unless you have them both memorized we may never
actually know."

   "Have you seen them?  The movie and the musical versions?"

   "Well, I've seen the old Wizard of Oz movie, of course.  Everyone has.
But as to Wicked?  I've actually read the book, but never got around to
seeing the musical." Or more accurately, I tended to risk falling asleep at
operas and Broadway shows.

   "That's wonderful.  It's too bad you haven't seen the musical though. 
Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenowith were just so beautiful in the roles."

   "I know Chenowith from Pushing Daisies.  She's really, really short, but
she has an amazing..."

   "Rack?"

   "Well, yes.  An amazing voice too."

   "You should see Idina as Elphaba too.  Even with her green makeup, she's
just such a beautiful woman.  And she brought to life such a wonderful
character.  She may not have Kristin's chest, but she really inspired me."

   She sighed wistfully then continued, "I mean, I was just asking because
I was curious if you preferred one character over the other.  You know, a
popular blonde with a big chest, or a less voluptuous but still pretty
woman who wanted so much to be a hero in her world."

   Subtlety, thy name is Maxine.

   "I'm familiar enough with the characters to know that they both have
their charms.  I don't go around picking my favorite...  characters... 
prematurely.  And I don't like or dislike women based on physical
characteristics.  An attractive body is certainly a plus, but I actually
prefer intelligence and character over bodily charms."

   She brightened up considerably at that comment.  At least in the comics,
Maxine was a highly intelligent young lady, a low-level genius I think.

   I continued with a bit of a smile.  "On the other hand, in the real
world, green skin would give me a bit of a pause though.  I'd like to think
I could see past it, but initially?"

   "It's a natural reaction, I suppose," she said.  "And it was probably
the defining aspect of her character.  Maybe she would have turned out
exactly the same if her skin was normal, but her green skin caused
rejections all throughout Elphaba's life."

   "Well, even if green skin is inspirational for you, I'm glad yours is
normal."

   "With all of these freckles?  You're kidding."

   "Freckles?  What's wrong with freckles?" I asked, inducing a big grin on
her face.

   I was suddenly mentally flashing to a certain South Park episode about
gingers, but bringing that up would be almost the definition of
anti-productive.  (If you've seen the episode, you know what I'm referring
to.  If you haven't, then never mind.)

   "Nothing.  Nothing's wrong with freckles," she said, her grin getting
even wider.  "Well, I get sunburn a bit easier than most people, but that's
about all."

   "We'll get you some hats and sunblock then.  Right now I really need to
get to work.  See you later?" I made it a question, and she nodded back at
me.

   On my way to work, I had Alpha buy the Wicked soundtrack and send it to
her phone.



   That evening, it was Courtney and Atlee's turn.

   Courtney was...  well, she was very pretty, but not
supermodel-beautiful. In a way she reminded me of the actress who played
the original Pink Power Ranger...  what was her name?  Kimberly?  No, that
was the character.  But you know what I mean.  A really pretty,
wholesome-looking girl-next-door young woman.  The kind of girl that you
really want to date, have lots of sweaty sex with and still take home to
mother.  I'm not saying she looked like the Pink Ranger, I'm just trying to
-- Amy Jo Johnson!  That was her name.  I think she's still on TV
somewhere.

   The point is Courtney was attractive and sexy while still being
approachable and fun.  She still had the sweet, tight young body of a
teenager and obviously kept herself in shape (as did all of the
superheroes).

   Atlee was...  hmmm...  in a way, she looked like a smaller scale version
of Kara but with black hair.  She was a bit shorter and her breasts were a
cup size or two less, but other than that, the two were remarkably alike.
Well, she didn't have the extra-strong musculature that Power Girl had and
her powers were different.  All the same, I stand by my argument that her
general appearance is similar to Power Girl's.

   Her character and demeanor were significantly different though.  Atlee
had an innocence about her, a wide-eyed almost naive way of looking at the
world.  No, that's not quite right.  She was...  inexperienced.  Not
sidekick superhero inexperience, but rather a
not-familiar-with-the-human-world inexperience.  It made people want to
protect her a little, to shield her from some of the bad people out there.

   A little after dinner, Atlee approached me with Courtney hovering behind
her.

   "Frank?" Atlee asked hesitantly, looking me straight in the eye.

   "Yes, how can I help you?"

   "I want to apologize for what I said before.  It's been explained to me
that I was rude and forward."

   "It's okay," I reassured her.  "You didn't upset me, and I've heard much
more 'forward' comments.  It was just unexpected."

   Courtney stepped forward and, avoiding eye contact with me, she said,
"And I'm sorry for...  you know...  what I said about...  about...  you
know...  your...  your penis." The word 'penis' was said in a hissed
whisper.

   Atlee muttered loudly, "I don't know why we have to apologize for that.
I mean, wasn't it a compliment?"

   Courtney turned her head and shushed her loudly.

   "Oh shush yourself," Atlee snapped back at her.  "I think his penis
looks very nice in Rei's picture."

   "You're not supposed to say things like that!" Courtney was blushing
furiously.

   "But you said it yourself a few hours ago!"

   "But not to him!"

   "Why not?"

   "Because it's not nice."

   "But we're saying nice things about him!"

   "It's not appropriate."

   "It's not appropriate to give someone a compliment?"

   "Not about their...  not about any body part covered by a swimsuit."

   "But you told me that you liked my breasts and wished yours were that
big.  Was that inappropriate too?"

   "It's not the same thing."

   "I liked what you said.  I thought it was a very nice compliment you
gave me."

   "You can say that kind of thing to friends, but not to boys unless it's
to a boyfriend."

   Atlee looked at her open-mouthed for a few seconds, then said, "I don't
understand this at all."

   I had been watching their exchange, a bit too shocked to laugh, but
snapped out of it when Atlee turned to walk away.

   "Wait, Atlee." I took Courtney by the hand and walked over to Atlee. 
"Courtney's mostly right, and at the same time you're right that it doesn't
entirely make sense.  Come here, we'll go...  ummm...  let's go to the
library.  I'll explain our social restrictions as best I can."

   Courtney had started blushing again when I took her hand, but she
followed willingly.  We went up to one of the second floor libraries, where
we sat down and talked for almost an hour.

   I explained about our culture's nudity taboo and about how comments
about a person's genitalia tended to be viewed as an invasion of privacy
because of that taboo.  And about how most people have a monogamous
lifestyle so that some types of comments can be viewed as a threat to a
relationship, except that I wasn't in a monogamous relationship so it
wasn't as big a deal for me.  The conversation evolved from there to a
discussion of social mores and unspoken contracts of behavior.

   Maxine apparently noticed that her friends were missing and hunted us
down midway through our little discussion.  Maxine both helped and hindered
the conversation.  She was good at explaining things, but not good at
phrasing her explanations so they could be easily followed or even at
speaking slowly enough to always be understood...  which I suppose means
that she is NOT good at explanations despite knowing the answers, but her
earnestness, eagerness and friendliness made it impossible to get upset at
her.

   At any rate, Atlee slowly came to understand this aspect of human
society a little better, though she would regularly spur the conversation
further by asking, "Then why do some women take their clothes off for
money?" or "One time Kara and I walked by a construction site and the
workers..."

   It was an interesting and rewarding evening.  No actual sex came out of
it, but we did achieve a closer degree of intimacy.  Plus they each kissed
me on the cheek when I finally left them.

   Believe it or not, the lack of sexual result actually made me happy. 
While they were all obviously attracted to me for whatever reason, they
just as obviously had no brain implants spurring them on.  (Well, it was
obvious to me at least.)

   After our impromptu conference, I spent the night with Diana, my first
solo night with her in weeks.  We enjoyed ourselves pleasantly, with no
special drama or needs or any problems to deal with.  It was a timely
wonderful island of normality.



   Friday arrived, one day til my date with the Zor-L 'twins'.  Alpha had
gotten us reservations at a very nice local restaurant -- very expensive
too; that fifth star comes with a big price jump.  Corsages were on order,
and I had even picked out two gold pendants that, when fit together, formed
a shield.  Not as generically romantic as heart-shaped pendants, but I
think of them as protectors and wanted a gift to show it.

   Friday was mostly free of surprises.  Work went smoothly.  The three
younger heroines engaged me in more personal conversations, but they made
no move to actually seduce me that day.

   Beta was my bed partner that evening.  About half the time I have a
cyborg-only night, I use the opportunity to recover stamina.  It really
just varies with how energetic or drained I am right then.  Since the
cyborgs can't actually orgasm and don't feel normal emotions, it doesn't
matter much to them.

   In this case, I had only come once in the past day and a half, so I
fucked Beta in all her holes, finally cumming in her ass.  Beta has a
beautiful body, and Alpha has really learned a lot of bedroom skills over
time...  so much so that Beta can fuck better than a porn star.  Since I
was expecting an energetic Saturday night, I restrained my natural impulses
and limited myself to a single cum.



   Saturday came, and I spent most of the late morning to late afternoon
with friends from outside the scope of the story.  (Yes, I do have a life
outside of work and home...  it just doesn't come up much in these pages.)
It was a nice break from the mental stress of the intruding multiverse.

   That evening, I went all out trying to impress the Kara's, and they were
apparently doing the same, both wearing obviously new dresses.  My Kara was
dressed in lovely off-the-shoulder white dress that left most of her legs
and back completely bare.  Our new Kara was outfitted in a little black
dress that seemed to mirror my Kara's white dress.

   I pinned on their corsages and presented them with their shield lockets.
I guessed right and they seemed to really like them, though they both saw
through my attempt to draw them closer together to keep them friendly.

   I drove them to the restaurant where we had a lovely dinner.  Although
the plates were very artistically presented, the food was actually only
slightly better than Kasumi's best, but that may be more of a compliment to
Kasumi's cooking than a knock against the chef's.

   We had pleasant dinner conversation, but under it was a bit of simmering
sexual tension.  I think that if our dinner table had boasted a longer
tablecloth we would have had some under-the-table action or at least some
footsie.

   After dinner, Kara's plan was just to go back home and fuck, but I had
one more thing I wanted to do.  I drove us to a late appointment I had
arranged with a professional photographer.  Since we were all dressed up
and looking perfect, I figured it was the best time for personal portraits.
All three of us were done singly, in pairs and as a trio.  This being the
digital age with an expensive photographer in her own studio, we had
digital proofs to choose from right away.  We left after ordering a dozen
shots, including a poster-size shot of Kara and myself for her room.

   Finally I gave them a couple of special gifts -- they were originally
intended to be Kara's birthday presents -- a hardback collection of the
Power Girl spotlight storyline from the initial JSA Classified series
signed by the creators (for new Kara) and original color artwork of Power
Girl by Frank Cho (for my Kara).  [I had ordered one from Alex Ross too,
but it wasn't ready yet.  Heck, I had ordered one for each of my comic book
women.]

   Finally we headed back to the house.  I was really tempted to rent a
nice hotel suite, but Kara had specifically said to go back home.  (Plus it
would probably give her a good psychological home field advantage.)

   I had come up with conflicting ideas on how to approach the mechanics of
the evening and hadn't even decided who to kiss first.  I usually enjoy
taking things as they come in the bedroom, but I was stressing out a bit
that night.  Fortunately Kara is not exactly a shy, retiring personality
who waits for other people to make plans for her.  As soon as we stepped
inside my room, my Kara took charge, spinning me around and kissing me hard
and passionately.  The kiss lasted maybe 5 or 10 seconds before she broke
the kiss, spun me back around and pushed me toward her sister.

   "Go get 'er, Tiger."

   Well, that certainly solidified my plans.

   I took the new Kara in my arms and kissed her.  This felt odd.  Like
when you go to sit down in your favorite chair and someone has moved it
over a few inches from where it's supposed to be.  She felt so familiar,
but she didn't move and act quite as I expected.  The familiar long-burning
flame was missing, but it was replaced with a fresh spark of desire.

   We just stood there kissing for a couple minutes, with the lip-lock
growing in intensity, adding tongues, then running our hands along each
other's backs and through our hair.  I finally broke the kiss to pull off
my suit jacket.  I tossed it over a chair and turned back around only to
have new Kara grab my tie and pull me back to her.

   After a few more minutes of making out, we started stripping each other
down, though maybe I should point out that the undressing was unfairly
weighted in my favor since a single zipper reduced Kara to her panties and
shoes.  On the other hand, Kara had help stripping me down as another pair
of hands reached around from behind me to pull off my tie and unbutton my
shirt.

   We kicked off our shoes and fell onto the bed.  While I focused my oral
attentions to everything above her neck -- nibbling on her ears, worrying
her lower lip and sucking on her tongue -- my hands wandered over the rest
of her body, caressing her breasts, belly, back and ass.  My Kara made her
presence known by pulling off my trousers and silk boxers.  Then,
surprisingly, she joined in a bit, kissing my neck, cupping my ass and
stroking my cock.  When I broke off and turned my head to kiss my Kara, she
forcibly turned my head back to her sister.

   I started slowly working my way down her body in my old familiar dance
toward cunnilingus.  Lick along her windpipe and the artery in her neck. 
Tease the nipples with your fingers while you close in with your tongue,
then lightly suck until the nipples have popped out as hard as diamonds. 
Down to the navel where you tease the belly and sides.  I had to deal with
her panties, but I just turned it into more foreplay.  I licked her vaginal
lips through her lacy dainties, and when I finally pulled them off, I
followed their voyage down her long, powerful legs, kissing, licking and
caressing as I went.  I'm not really much of a foot fetishist myself, but a
little toe sucking seems to get a lot women hot.

   Eventually I made my way back up to her cunt and got down to business.
Her pubic lips were cleanly shaved, but she had a thick patch of hair above
her mound.  Her moist inner lips hung lewdly out of her vagina, begging to
be stroked and pulled and dripping with vaginal juices.  Her clit was
poking out of its hood and looked quite large, maybe just slightly smaller
than the tip of my pinkie finger.

   Most of the time you don't want to just dive in right away.  You want to
tease the lips and stroke the clitty before delving deep inside.  This Kara
was definitely primed and ready to come though.  By the time I worked my
fingers deep inside of her and started licking and sucking hard on her
clit, she came quickly.

   Her hips and legs shot up a bit and her thighs clamped down on my head.
I tried to keep licking, but I was having trouble breathing.  I waved a
hand and tapped her leg.  Fortunately my Kara picked up on the signal and
pushed new Kara's legs apart enough to relieve the pressure.

   Once the Kara underneath me realized what was happening, her legs shot
apart and she started apologizing.  "I'm so sorry.  I just...  when I came,
I just..."

   "It's okay," I said looking up from her crotch.  "And I'm not done yet."

   I restarted my work on her vagina, wanting to work her up to a second
orgasm.

   "But...  but I already came.  Isn't that enough?"

   "You think once is enough?" I smiled and curled up a finger inside of
her, searching for the elusive g-spot.  "Only once is a failure in my
book."

   I probably shouldn't have bragged because I felt obligated to stay down
there for at least two more orgasms.  Another fifteen to twenty more
minutes of licking really wears out the tongue.  At least she was much more
conscious of her legs and didn't smother me again.

   I wanted to move over to my Kara and give her a nice come, but my mouth
needed recovery time.  Normally I'd have brought the second woman into the
mix by now, but I really didn't get the feeling that these two were willing
to be intimate with each other, even with me guiding the action.

   I looked over at my Kara and saw her masturbating, but she waved me to
keep going with her sister.

   I knelt up between her legs and pumped my cock a bit, making sure I was
at full hardness.

   "Should I wear..." I didn't even get a chance to finish asking before my
Kara tossed a condom at me.

   Tear foil, place on tip, roll down and ready to go.  The Kara splayed
out before me was obviously a bit limp at the moment, but she was watching,
rolling her shoulders and hips at me a little as I prepared to enter her.
Seeing her breasts roll around was a hypnotic sight.  Although her breasts
were very large, I think my Kara's breasts were just slightly bigger.  Not
that I was stupid enough to comment on that out loud.

   I worked my way inside her overheated pussy very slowly.  She didn't
have the same conditioned Kegel muscles as my Kara, but she obviously
didn't have sex very often so she still felt very tight.  Moving deep
inside of her was slow work, helped a bit by her legs wrapping around my
hips and pulling me into her.

   When I was finally completely inside, she sighed.  I held my position
for just a moment, then began my thrusting.  While sex itself is a
wonderfully enjoyable sport in which to participate, it can be
exceptionally dull to describe in a mechanical, blow-by-blow manner.  How
often and how quickly you pump into someone is not really riveting text, so
I hope you'll forgive me when I skip around a bit.

   We made love for a good fifteen minutes before she came.  I was rather
on edge myself and when she began crying out and bouncing higher than
normal, I let myself go as well, coming less than a minute after she did.

   With a couple minutes of oral attention, I regained my hardness quickly
and with a fresh condom applied, this time mounted her doggy-style.  She
wasn't as multi-orgasmic as Daria or Eiko, but I was able to work her up to
seven or eight orgasms that night.  After about twenty minutes in what was
only our second position of the night, she collapsed to the bed,
half-conscious at best.

   As for me, I was close to coming a second time and knew I could easily
make it three that evening if I could get rid of the condoms.  Of course
there was a very simple answer to that desire.

   By the time our new Kara had fully regained consciousness, I had come
inside my Kara once and was working up to that anticipated third blast.  My
Kara had been so on edge that she had come in about thirty seconds
initially.  Since then, I had counted at least three more orgasms from her
as we made love on the bed next to her sister.

   When we finally finished, I rolled off of Kara into a spot between the
two nearly identical blondes to rest from my labors.

   Kara, the new one, ran a finger down my chest and caressed my rapidly
shrinking penis.

   "I'm now officially impressed and jealous," she said with a smile.

   "Told ya," I heard from my other side.

   "I might have to see if there's a copy of you in my world."

   "Actually I already looked for him in mine.  Not there."

   "You never told me that," I said, turning to look at my lover.  Actually
I seriously didn't remember that being part of the background story.  I
suppose it's a logical story element, probably one inserted by Alpha.

   "Well, no, of course not.  But having another copy of you in my world
would have made it a lot easier on me, what with all the dimensional back
and forth.  Though back when I checked, you were only sixteen or eighteen
or something on my last visit.  You know, pre-'Bouncy-Bouncy'."

   "Huh," I said articulately.  It's not as though I had any right to
object, fictional background or not.

   Power Girl released her casual grip on my dick and said, "Anyway, I'll
give the girls a 'thumbs-up' review."

   "I get reviewed?"

   My Kara looked at me with a patient expression, one reserved for people
who say exceptionally stupid things.  "Of course you do, honey.  All the
time."

   "You're kidding, right?" More patient looks.  "You're not kidding? 
Well...  okay...  How do I do?  I mean, what are my reviews like?"

   "Oh no, that's privileged information."

   "Privileged?  But it directly concerns me!"

   "Privileged.  Information.  Besides, we can't have you go getting a
swelled head."

   "So my reviews are good?"

   My Kara only sighed in response.

   "But you're not going to tell me."

   Stare.

   "Even though your sister is apparently going to go tell women I've never
slept with what I'm like in bed."

   From my other side, our new Kara said, "I asked them to wait until I...
let's say, gave you a 'test drive'.  I have a responsibility to protect my
charges after all."

   I'm not really sure how this was 'protecting' her charges.  Maybe I was
approved because I used a condom with her?  Still...

   One final postscript to the evening: I was informed the next day by
Alpha that Maxine and Atlee had hovered outside my door, listening in for a
few minutes early on.  Courtney caught them there, but instead of chasing
them off, she stopped to listen herself.  When Alpha realized Courtney
wasn't going to lead them away, she sent Jasmine and Elisa to the hallway
to catch them in the act, but the youngsters heard their approach and
fled...  which was all Alpha wanted in the first place.



   The next day I took some pleasure in noticing how Power Girl walked
around with a slow, careful gait.  If she started visiting my bed
regularly, she would become used to the sex and not have such soreness. 
Which brought up another question: Would this become a regular thing?  I
didn't know.  Didn't even know if Kara would want to supervise any further
contact between us or not.

   By afternoon, it was obvious that Courtney, Maxine and Atlee were
becoming much more aggressive in their pursuit of me.  I suppose they had
finally received a 'green light' from Power Girl.  I wasn't sure I could
handle three new women at the same time after going all out the previous
night.  Well, not if I wanted to give them a really good 'first time'. 
Still, flirting had become second nature to me, and it was really hard to
resist.

   All three were wearing very tight, skimpy clothes, very inappropriate
for winter (even in Texas).  Given the way their nipples were poking out, I
doubt any of them were wearing bras.  As visually stimulating as they were,
the reactions of my women were just as entertaining.  Some, like Diana and
Kara, were obviously barely able to keep from laughing.  Kasumi gave them
disapproving tongue-clicks and reminded them of the need for warmer clothes
during winter.  Jane hatched a plan, maybe with Daria's help, to tease them
by doing things like sitting in my lap and rubbing my cock through my jeans
in full view of everyone else.  Some of the others relayed a few
interesting stories in the guise of 'helping out' the youngsters.

   Harley's story really stands out in my memory.  She told everyone about
the first time the Joker made love to her.  A newlywed couple in a
honeymoon suite had just been killed with the Joker's Smile Gas and, with
their hyenas laughing and eating the bellboy in the background, the Joker
had been so overcome by the ambiance that he seduced Harley right then and
there between the corpses.  A thoroughly disturbing scene.  Harley's
description of Joker's corpse-like penis was just the cherry on that
nightmare sundae.

   Eventually I gave in and offered to take Maxine, Courtney and Atlee out
on the town the next evening.  Not that Monday night is a hoppin' party
night, but I was confident we could find something fun to do.

   After a quick consultation with Alpha, I decided to take them out to one
of those medieval-style dinner/shows, the kind with jousting, greasy
roasted meat and vaguely educational displays of craftsmanship and dancing.
And of course I let them know our plans so they could dress appropriately.

   I spent Sunday night with Kasumi and Zatanna.  Although I limited myself
to one orgasm, I made sure both of my ladies were taken care of in that
respect.

   I had noticed a general lessening of my ability to regain my erections
quickly, and had Alpha give me a check-up Monday morning.  She gave me a
cellular 'freshening up' just in case.  We also had a long discussion about
the situation which made me realize I was probably just mentally tired. 
There was too much stress from too many sources all at once, so we started
working on a plan to reduce my obligations and hopefully relax me.



   Mid-afternoon I went home to change clothes and pick up the girls.  They
were all outfitted in pretty dresses which might double as princess-style
clothing with the proper accoutrements.  Each dress displayed some cleavage
but not much more.  Attractive but not overtly sexy, which surprised me a
little.

   I had sent Jasmine out to pick up a small pendant for each of them: A
silver star with a small diamond in the center for Stargirl, who normally
wears a bright white star on her chest.  A piece of jade cut to look like a
crescent moon for Cyclone, our weather witch who is so envious of green
skin.  And a piece of a meteorite on a silver chain for Terra, our resident
manipulator of rock and earth.

   The medieval dinner/show was sparsely attended since it was a Monday,
but that just meant that we received more attention than we might have
gotten visiting a weekend show.  It also meant that a few of the big acts
like the fire juggler and the more experienced court jesters were absent. I
indulged the girls' desires for some hand-made crafts, such as a classic
broomstick for Maxine, a sword for Courtney and some blacksmithing tools
for Atlee.

   The girls were treated like nobility, and they treated me like their
princely protector.  I was even convinced to volunteer to receive a sword
fighting lessen in front of everyone.  (I don't think I did badly for a
novice, but the resident 'knights' could obviously have beaten me easily.)

   At the dinner table, I fed grapes to my ladies and was fed grapes in
return.  More than once a dainty foot traveled up and down my shin, but the
girls were restrained enough that no one tried to grab my crotch under the
table.

   All in all, it was a four hour experience, and a lot of fun.  I was more
than willing to bring the whole household back for a fun evening at some
later date.  At that moment though, my mind was on other things.

   When I ushered each lady into my car, I gave them each what I hoped was
a searing, intense kiss.  None of the three were eager to end the kiss, so
I think I created the desired effect.

   Once we were all in the car, I turned to speak to them.

   "Ladies, I am very eager for the evening to continue in a more private
setting, but I don't know what plans or wishes you might have.  If you're
willing, I have reserved a nice hotel suite nearby so we can have a little
extra privacy.  I'm sure you'd prefer to avoid the possibility of anyone
listening at the door."

   All three of them blushed a bit at my comment, remembering their own
brush with audio voyeurism.

   "But we haven't packed anything..." protested Maxine weakly.

   "We won't need much, and the hotel will provide the basics.  But it's
all up to you."

   Courtney, who was sitting in the front seat next to me, leaned over and
kissed me, thrusting her tongue between my lips.

   When she broke off, she said, "Let's go."

   I was leaving out one detail.  Alpha had actually rented two rooms, with
one room to be occupied by whoever she had shadowing us today.  From a
brief glimpse I caught of them at dinner, today's secret bodyguards were
Beta and either Elisa or Jasmine.  Not that anyone else needed to know
this.

   The hotel suite was very nice, though the bed was only King-size which
was going to make it a little cramped.

   I gave each of them another intimate kiss -- Maxine, Courtney, and
finally Atlee.  Upon breaking my kiss with Atlee, she jumped into my arms
and said, "Me first!"

   I glanced at the other two and got a nod from Courtney and a red-faced
scowling nod from Maxine.  I later found out that they had drawn straws to
see what order they would go in and Maxine was going last.

   I carried Atlee over the bed and set her down, bending down with her to
maintain a kiss.  Unlike my night with the Zor-L twins, no one else helped
us undress, but Atlee had enough enthusiasm for the job to get the job done
quickly.  She almost got my pants off too quickly for me to retrieve the
condoms in my pocket.

   Atlee was a busty and enthusiastic little minx, coming easily and eager
to try a variety of positions.  She obviously wasn't a virgin but
definitely had much more curiosity than experience.

   I spent over half an hour with her, starting with oral sex as is my
wont, moving on briefly to the missionary position.  However she would take
only a minute of fucking before adjusting her position slightly, usually
without letting me remove myself from her pussy.  I finally finished off
inside her when I was standing next to the bed while her hips were high in
the air and she rested on her shoulders.  If I had to guess, I'd say she
came three or four times, but it was really hard to identify her orgasms.

   When Courtney joined me, she was already down to her panties and bra and
was blushing furiously.  A few minutes later, I was settling in for another
round of cunnilingus when she jumped unexpectedly.  I looked up to see
Atlee playing with Courtney's breasts, and Courtney had obviously not
expected the attention.  I kept my tongue busy and watched as she slowly
relaxed into the sensations.  When Atlee started kissing her, that was
apparently too much for her.

   "Atlee, I'm not gay."

   "Neither am I.  I just thought I'd help out."

   "You really don't need to..."

   "That's okay.  You're very beautiful, and I like you a lot."

   "Thank you...  ooohhh, god that licking feels good...  I like you too,
but not...  oh wow, you're nibbling right there...  but not like that... 
ooohhh...  I'm not...  not gay..."

   Courtney was one of those vocal women who like to describe what you're
doing to them during sex as if it might turn out to be a surprise to you.
You know, things like 'Oh god, you're licking my clit' or 'Wow, you're so
deep inside me.' It makes no sense to me, but doesn't bother me since I
just ignore it.

   I kept my fingers working on her while I said, "Obviously not or you
wouldn't be here with me." Then I returned to my task at hand, giving her
clitoris some strong suction followed by a series of circular licks.

   "Ahhh...  ahhh...  ahhh...  See, Atlee...  ahhh...  ahhh...  not gay..."

   "Of course not.  But you are very kissable, and I want you to feel very
good."

   From then on, I stayed out of it, though I did enjoy the visuals.  When
I moved on to the actual fucking, Atlee slid underneath Courtney and cupped
her breasts from behind, occasionally flicking her nipples while I worked
my way inside her towards her womb.

   After a few minutes, she shuddered and sat up to hold on to me with both
arms, squeezing me as hard as she could.  Her cunnilingus orgasms had not
seemed anywhere near that strong.  With her body still clinging to mine, I
stood up, put her up against a wall and started pounding into her again,
this time using gravity to let her fall down onto my cock after each
stroke.

   Maybe five minutes into this position, I realized that it was going to
tire me out too quickly so after her next come, I repositioned her facing
away from me with her feet on the floor and her hands on the bed.  In this
position I started brushing her cervix (though it was a little hard to tell
for sure through the condom).  It wasn't long before her arms gave way,
then her legs.  I held her lower half up long enough for her to scoot
further onto the bed so she could prop herself up on her knees.  When she
rose to her elbows, Atlee slid underneath enough that she could start
sucking on Courtney's nipples, as well as reaching a hand down to play with
her clit.  Courtney was much too far gone to object this time.  As for me,
I decided to let them work it out for themselves later.

   It was in this position that I finally came again, filling the second
condom of the night.

   As soon as I pulled out and Courtney fell off to the side, Atlee was on
the spot, taking my penis in her hands.

   "We must keep you hard for Maxine," she said before sucking me into her
mouth.

   Despite her enthusiasm, she really didn't have much skill in that area.

   Gently pulling her off, I said, "One of the reasons I like to start with
oral sex is that it can give me a few minutes to recharge.  Speaking of
which..."

   I held out my hand to Maxine, who suddenly looked a bit scared.

   "I haven't...  There's something I haven't told you...  ummm...." she
said in an uncharacteristically timid tone.

   "It's okay," I reassured her.  "You can tell me or not, your choice. 
For that matter, we can stop right now and do this another time or not at
all."

   "No, no, that's not it.  I...  oh god...  I really want to come like
that, and you...  it's just that...  I've never...  I mean I'm a..." She
trailed off.

   "I promise to be gentle," I said moving toward her.  I completely forgot
that my mouth must smell like pussy-central and tried to kiss her.

   She pulled back slightly and said, "Could you wash up first?  Real
quickly, please?"

   Embarrassed I stopped and apologized.  "Be right back."

   I think I must have brushed my teeth, gargled and washed up in less than
two minutes.

   When I returned, Courtney was being cradled by Atlee and all three were
talking among themselves in quiet voices.  Maxine still had her green bra
and panties set on and was obviously fighting the urge to cover up.

   I sat down next to her and we just made out for a few minutes,
eventually stripping her down to her bare skin and playing her body like a
fine instrument.  She was very willing and aroused, just shy and
inexperienced, which were problems I could deal with.

   She was the softest and least muscular of the group.  Her breasts were
small, B-cups at best, with pale freckled skin covering her chest.  Her
nipples were pale and puffy, and her pubic hair was completely untrimmed
but naturally sparse.

   I was very gentle when I ate her out, not wanting to taste virgin blood.
She came fairly easily and quickly and made little animalistic squeaks when
she climaxed.  Between climaxes though, she slowly worked up the courage to
direct my attentions, suggesting that I stroke her vaginal lips or lick her
perineum -- by name even!  So few people know what the space between your
anus and genitalia is called.

   After three oral orgasms, I moved up to actually take her virginity,
applying my third condom of the night.

   Before I entered her, she told me, "I want to do this the first time in
the missionary position.  After I come once, if you're still able, I'd like
to try the cowgirl position.  For my first time, I want to stay
face-to-face so we can see each other and kiss, so no doggy-style tonight
please."

   I don't think I have ever been given such an outline for sex before,
especially not by a virgin.

   "Certainly.  And after cowgirl?"

   "Do you think you'll...  we'll still be able to continue past that?"

   "The advantage to going last is that I will probably last longer with
you than with the others."

   "Oh," she said blushing.  "I don't know...  maybe side-by-side or up
against the wall like you did with Courtney?"

   "The one will tire me out faster than the other, but both have their
attractions.  Side-by-side is much more intimate but the action is much
less vigorous.  How about if we just wait and see what you want to try when
the time comes."

   She nodded and I began the program.  The pain of breaking her hymen took
a few minutes to get past, but once she was over it, she resumed her
pursuit of physical pleasure.  She came easily enough that we worked
through two climaxes with each position and made it through five positions
in total.

   Atlee joined in again, especially after my initial entry with it's
associated pain.  Though she never kissed Maxine on the lips, she licked
her ear and belly and both nipples and generally did her best to soothe the
pain away.  Courtney watched and played with herself, but didn't join in.

   Once I had my own third come of the night, I collapsed into bed with
Courtney and Atlee on one side and Maxine on the other.

   In the morning, we had another short round of fucks in the shower,
though Maxine was too sore and after washing herself, contented herself
with just watching.

   * * * * *

   A month later, we had all pretty much settled in.  Plans were underway
to add two wings to the house, turning it into a flattened U-shape (as seen
from above), though the add-ons would only be two floors instead of three.

   I was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation, just sitting and reading in
the living room when I heard a weird popping sound.  Initially I just
dismissed it as someone dropping something.

   Then my earbud came to life.  "Frank, please be advised that intruders
have appeared in the entry hallway of the house.  Please move to the
basement as soon as possible.  My mobile platforms are on the way."

   The hallway was just around the corner, so in direct disobedience to
Alpha's warning directive, I hopped up and took a peek.

   In the entry hallway, in just about the same spot where we had arranged
for Anna Marie appear, stood three oddly dressed women and one animal.

   The first woman was a tall black woman with long white hair.  She had a
somewhat regal bearing despite her odd black outfit with gold trim.

   On her right stood a young Asian girl with pinkish sunglasses, short
hair and a yellow overcoat.  I think she was chewing gum, of all things to
be doing right then.

   On the left stood a young brunette wearing a blue leather-ish jacket and
blue leggings.  On her shoulder was a grey-ish purple...  I guess 'baby
dragon' is the easiest description.  It looked a bit like a large-headed
lizard with wings and was maybe a foot and a half long if you ignored the
tail.  Unless it was lighter than it appeared, it wouldn't be flying with
those wings...  not in the real world anyway.

   The black woman turned, noticed me and spoke.

   "Please forgive our intrusion, but we're looking for a friend of ours
that went missing a few weeks ago.  Have you seen a woman around here... 
she has brown hair with a streak of white in the front?"

   Elisa entered the hallway at top speed right then, but I waved her back
and she slowed to a stop.  I could hear Dorothy approaching rapidly as
well.

   Somehow I had the self-composure to respond.  "Storm, right?  Jubilee?
Shadowcat?  Hi.  Rogue's out shopping right now, I think.  Make yourselves
at home, you might have to stay a while.  Elisa here can take care of you
if you'll excuse me for just a moment..."

   I left them looking confused and walked to the back hallway and straight
out the back door.

   Looking up into the sky, I collapsed to my knees in a suitably dramatic
fashion and yelled to the universe at the top of my voice:

   "COME ON!!!  I MEAN, REALLY?  HOW ABOUT IF I JUST GIVE UP?"

   After a minute or more with no answer, I sighed, gathered what remained
of my composure and sanity, and went back inside.

   From the other room I heard a voice saying, "...  so don't worry too
much.  If we're not back in 48 hours, the Professor arranged for an
Avengers team to retrieve us.  I think Carol and Jen are going to lead it."

   I suppressed a whimper.

   THE END

   (Though this non-canon side-story has finished, the main story is still
ongoing.)
   

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