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Life with Alpha: Unexpected Visitors, Further Stories Chapter One: All
American Heroes and Villains

   by A.  Pseudonym


Codes: MF, FF, MF+, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book
Disclaimer: All artificial persons/dimensional visitors 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 begins over a year and a half after the first Unexpected
Visitors, which itself is set after Chapter 15 in the first Life with Alpha
series.  I strongly recommend that you read the main story before reading

this side story.

   Specifically, this story diverged from the main timeline before the
Powerpuff Girls joined the cast, before the movie was made, before Storm,
She-Hulk, Kitty Pryde, and Batgirl were built.

   Some of the same story elements would have happened regardless -- such
as the discovery of the hair growth formula, slowly sending secret Alpha
cyborgs out into the world, and additional production and sale of
Alphadroids.  Some events would not -- e.g.  creating any additional
artificial women or producing the movie.  So remember that when the story
refers to characters like Storm or She-Hulk, who are the "real" characters
this time around.  (Or real enough for our purposes.)

   First, calling this a sequel is a bit misleading.  Most sequels tend to
have things like plots, while this is just a collection of ideas that have
been fleshed out a little.

   I wrote the original short story because I had ideas I wanted to write
which could not fit in the main Alpha story for multiple reasons.  A while
after I wrote it, I decided on the mysterious cause behind the arriving
fictional characters -- I don't intend to reveal it because it would ruin
the fun -- and realized that I wanted to write a little more in this
alternate timeline.  I don't have an end-game in mind for this tale, so
just consider this a series of glimpses into the divergent world first seen
in my original "Unexpected Visitors" omake.

   Some of these stories will be as long as a regular Life With Alpha
chapter, while some will be much shorter, perhaps consisting of only a
single afternoon or incident.  I don't know how many chapters/stories there
will be, nor do I know how often they'll be released.  (I'm slow enough
with chapters for the main story as it is.) As I write this note, there are
at least half a dozen stories which have been partially or completely
written.

   Anyway, I'm just writing these for fun.  Enjoy.





   Dramatis Personae: Frank _____ - Lead character, creator of Alpha Alpha
- First Artificial/Synthetic/Computer Intelligence

   Mobile Copies of Alpha: Beta aka Bayonetta aka Elizabeth Alana Franks
(cyborg, from Bayonetta) Gamma aka Princess Jasmine aka Jasmine Marza
(cyborg, from Aladdin) Delta aka Elisa Maza aka Elizabeth Marza (cyborg,
from Gargoyles) Alphadroid Dorothy aka R.  Dorothy Waynewright (android,
from Big O) A-Ko aka Eiko Magami aka Epsilon (organic copy of Alpha, from
Project A-Ko)

   Synthetic Women (in order of arrival): Kasumi Tendo (from Ranma 1/2)
Daria Morgendorffer aka Daria Morgan (from Daria) Jane Lane aka Jane
Lannister (from Daria) Kara Zor-L aka Power Girl aka Karen Starr (from DC
Comics) Rei Ayanami aka Rei Ayanami Ikari (from Neon Genesis Evangelion)
Anna Marie aka Rogue aka Anna Marie Raffen (from Marvel Comics) Princess
Diana aka Wonder Woman aka Diana Prince Walters (from DC Comics) Zatanna
Zatara aka Annabelle Tara Zane (from DC Comics) Kara (Linda) Zor-El aka
Supergirl aka Linda Lang Starr (from DC Comics)

   "Real" Visitors: Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Giganta, Livewire (from DC
comics) Power Girl, Stargirl, Cyclone, Terra (from DC Comics) Storm,
Jubilee, Shadowcat (with dragon companion, Lockheed) (from Marvel Comics)
Ms/Captain Marvel, She-Hulk, Scarlet Witch (from Marvel Comics)

   Plus many, many more, but the "real" visitors listed above are the ones
seen or referenced in the original side story.

   In the year-and-two-thirds since the original story ended, additional
characters have arrived from the worlds of: Aeon Flux (TV cartoon), Danny
Phantom (TV cartoon), Men in Black (TV cartoon), Animaniacs (TV cartoon),
Dominion Tank Police (anime), Rainbow Brite (TV cartoon, unconfirmed
source), Discworld (books), The Tick (TV cartoon), Sleeping Beauty (cartoon
movie), Kim Possible (TV cartoon), fairy tales (unknown source), DC Comics
(comics), Marvel Comics (comics), Metropolis (movie), Mahoromatic Automatic
Maiden (anime), Image Comics (comics), Nuku Nuku (anime), Oh My Goddess
(manga), Mass Effect (games), Pokemon (TV cartoon), Ultimate Marvel
(comics), The Life and Times of Juniper Lee (TV cartoon), Super Mario
Brothers (games), Undead and Unwed (books), Harry Potter (books), Buffy the
Vampire Slayer (TV), Tenchi Muyo Universe (anime) and Slayers (anime).

   To keep myself honest, I have a list.  And I should probably point out
that I'm not even going to attempt to give every character a spotlight
appearance.

   Right before this story begins, there are 108 women living with Frank
(if you also include Alpha cyborgs, Frank's artificially created women,
feminine aliens, fictional androids/robots/cyborgs, but exclude all
Alphadroids and pets/non-humanoid companions).  That's a LOT, which is the
point of this series of stories.  Frank's lies have become real, and he's
lost control of both character selection and rate of arrivals.

   PERSPECTIVE WARNING: Some sections in this chapter are in first person
and some aren't, which I did because I thought it would work better.  I
still think it does, but it can seem slightly odd.  Consider yourselves
warned.

   * * * * *

   I awoke on the ground, dead leaves in my face, my memories muddled but
quickly clearing.  I had been riding in my personal tank, through the
Portal of the Ancients.  Only a few hours earlier, we had discovered the
true origins of the ancient Aztec gods and were moving to take possession
of their power, as was our right as conquerors.  Then...  something
happened?

   I had passed out upon reaching the portal and ended up here.

   Pushing myself upright, it seemed that I was alone.  I could see nothing
of our army or vehicles as I slowly stood up near the edge of a rather
scraggly forest, not far from a lake.  Off to my left was a fairly large
two story house, from which emerged two women.

   Looking at the women, I wondered if I had indeed reached the home of the
old gods.  At least that might explain why one of them was at least seven
feet tall with green skin and hair.  In other company, I might have
described the other, white-skinned woman as tall, but she seemed dwarfed by
the green giantess.  They both had long, dark hair and waved at me as they
approached.

   I heard a moan coming from behind me and quickly glanced back.  I easily
recognized Zarana lying prone a few yards behind me -- after all, no one
else in the entire organization had bright pink hair -- and at least one
other a few feet behind her.

   "Welcome, sisters," said one of the approaching women.

   I whirled back around and the green one spoke.  A different voice, so I
suppose the white-skinned one had spoken first.  "If you're all okay, we
have food and a couple explanatory pamphlets back in the house..."

   Their eyes strayed down a little from my face and their stances became
more wary.  I looked down to find that I had unconsciously drawn my weapon.
It's just a habit, I suppose.  One that keeps me alive.

   "Where are we?" I asked sharply.  "Is this the land of the Ancients?"

   "I guess we don't have to wonder whether or not they're friendly. 
Alpha, any idea who they are?" asked the green one.

   The other woman made no response, but instead brought up her arms,
revealing shiny, metal armbands as her sleeves fell back slightly.

   "Who is Alpha?  Answer my questions!" I demanded, slightly confused.

   They ignored my queries and seemed to be muttering to each other...  or
not to each other, but to someone unseen.  An observer conversing over a
radio, I assumed.

   "Baroness?....  G.I.  Joe?...  Isn't there a movie coming out...?"

   "Vat do you know of G.I.  Joe?" I asked harshly, my anger causing my
accent to show a bit more than I like.

   The green one responded in a less than respectful manner, saying, "Not
much.  All I know is it's an old, really bad, kids' cartoon."

   "Cartoon?  You vill show some respect!"

   The smart thing to do would be to keep them for questioning and possible
use as hostages, but my anger and the confusing situation got the better of
me.

   The first thing wrong I noticed about my blaster was that I couldn't see
the actual laser pulse.  As I fired, it should have fired a bolt of light
and heat through the air, causing each woman to fly back to the ground,
their corpses landing dead before me.  Instead a small circle of red
blinked on the green one's undamaged shirt as I pulled the trigger, then
with my second trigger pull, a scattered red reflection showed on the
other's metal bracers as she moved to intercept.  She was certainly faster
than I had ever imagined a human could be.

   Then the green one was moving almost as quickly, and I didn't have long
to consider what had happened to my sidearm as I found myself flying back
through the air, my trajectory interrupted by a rather large tree.



   I awoke again, this time in a good deal of pain.

   I was mostly naked, having been stripped down to my matching black bra
and panties, with one arm handcuffed to the arm of the heavy metal chair I
was sitting in.  A quick test showed that neither the cuff nor the chair's
arm would be easily broken.

   To my left was Zarana, similarly stripped and handcuffed to a second
chair -- though Zarana was topless, clad only in her plain, white,
unattractive panties -- and to my right was another woman -- this one with
short, badly-cut blonde hair -- who seemed vaguely familiar, clad only in a
plain white bra and panties.

   Upon closer examination, all three chairs appeared to be bolted to the
floor.  They were part of a line of five chairs, all made of metal or
strong-looking wood, and two other lines of chairs were set up behind us.

   "Vat's going on?  Who are zose people?  Vere are ve?" I demanded, my
accent again coming through strongly.

   "Stick a cork in it, Sheila," snapped Zarana with her usual rude lack of
respect.  "If you hadn't shot at them, we'd probably be in a lot better
situation."

   I knew for a fact that Zarana could speak convincingly using over a
dozen different English and American accents, so why did she constantly
pretend to be Australian?  To annoy me and get under my skin, of course. 
The only counter was to ignore it.

   "And vat vas wrong vit my gun?"

   "Ummm...  mam?  Baroness, mam?" At least the other woman was respectful,
but I was in no mood to be kind.

   "Who are you?  You look familiar, but..."

   "Cadet Demming, mam.  I've been training under Tomax and Xamot.  I've...
they gave us a couple pamphlets that I've been reading.  We're on a
different version of Earth.  Apparently they have people arrive from other
dimensions regularly." She awkwardly turned the page in a small pamphlet
she held in her free hand.  "Here we go.  One new arrival or set of
arrivals every 2.3 weeks on average."

   I regained enough control to calm my voice.  "So if we came to this
other Earth by going through the Portal of the Ancients, what happened to
everyone else?"

   "Oh, it's a women-only portal."

   "Vemen only?"

   "Oh, not the Portal of the Ancients.  Well, not as far as I know, but
the arrival portals here -- apparently there's another one about ninety
miles from here -- only women ever come through the portals on this side.
Women and some pets, they say.  I think our men and equipment might have
made it through the other portal...  the other side of the Ancient's
Portal, like they planned.  But that's just speculation on my part."

   "But zat doesn't make sense...  and vere are ve on zis Earth?"

   "Texas.  Somewhere outside of Dallas-Fort Worth."

   "Texas?  And this Earth has green-skinned women?"

   "I...  I don't know, mam.  She wasn't...  isn't...  a normal woman,
whatever she is.  Neither of them are.  I think that's why they were
guarding the portal.  Oh, and they have robots too."

   Again testing the handcuff and chair strength and again calming myself
and regaining control over my accent, I asked, "Robots?  Never mind.  How
long was I out?  And where are our weapons?  And clothes?"

   "Over an hour, at the very least," answered Zarana.  I noticed she also
had the two pamphlets, though she was sitting on hers.  "They stripped all
three of us because when they searched you for weapons, they kept finding
knives and all sorts of goodies tucked all over the place.  I was seriously
impressed.  I'm surprised you didn't clink when you walked." Impressed or
not, Zarana's opinion mattered not the slightest.

   A door opened somewhere, and we heard part of an ongoing conversation.

   "...problem.  Alpha says you're probably trustworthy.  We had to
handcuff them after the bondage chick tried to laser us."

   "That would be the Baroness," said a second, depressingly familiar,
voice.  "Anastasia someone."

   "Cisarovna, I think," said an even more depressingly familiar voice. 
"Though she's had a few different aliases.  My favorite was 'DeCobray',
which always sounded made-up to me.  Who were the others?"

   "One has pink hair.  Said her name was Z-something."

   "Zarana, I'd guess," said one of the familiar voices.

   "That's going to be a little confusing.  We already have a Zatanna.  The
third says her name is Cadet Demming?"

   A pause, then, "I got nothin'," and "Not a clue."

   Finally, the door to our room opened, and in stepped our two captors,
followed by Scarlett and Lady Jaye.

   We all stared at each other for a moment before Lady Jaye broke the
silence.

   "Well, shit.  I just lost twenty bucks."

   "Huh?" queried Scarlett, looking for clarification.

   "A while back, I bet Flint that Baroness' rack only looked that big
because of her outfit," she laughed, staring openly at my magnificent 38DD
bosom.

   "Which brings up the question of why they're in their underwear," said
Scarlett, turning to look at our shorter, white-skinned captor.  (Shorter
being a relative term, since both of our captors were taller than either
Joe.)

   "Once we found the seventh weapon hidden in her clothes, we deemed it
wise to just strip her down.  Since it's just us women at the moment, I was
more concerned with safety than their modesty."

   "Fair enough," agreed Scarlett.  "I'd like to take custody of them and
head back through the portal, if you have no objections."

   "That will be a problem."

   The green-skinned one quickly spoke up again.  "It's not that we have
any objections to you leaving with them in custody, but...  well, we kinda
got side-tracked when we tried to bring this up before.  The portals here
are one-way."

   "One way?"

   "Yup, exit only.  We have no way to send you back.  Heck, I've been
stuck here myself for over a year.  Diana's been here for a lot longer, off
and on."

   'Diana'.  Finally a name to go with one of our captors, the more normal
looking, caucasian one apparently.

   "Off and on?" asked Lady Jaye.  "So you were able to go back home?"

   "Mine is...  was...  a special situation, which has since expired,"
explained Diana.  "The only method to leave this world that we know of is
for someone on another world to remotely bring you back.  I made a few
trips back home, but now my home is...  it is no longer there.  Or rather,
it is no longer the same world I came from.  It is a very long story."

   "Does that mean there's no one there who can help us get back home?"
persisted Scarlett, obviously distressed.

   "Oh, I'm sure there are people in my home dimension who could help us
leave, but we have no way of contacting them.  Plus they don't know I even
exist.  Or, to be more technically accurate, they know that their version
of me exists, but they don't know that there's another version of me
here... but..." She paused briefly to sigh.  "Again, it is a long story."

   "Here," said the green one, handing pamphlets to both Scarlett and Lady
Jaye.  "These will cover the basics of your situation.  We can answer more
questions, or at least try to, after you read them.  You gals hungry?"

   At the thought, my own stomach growled.  For some reason, I was
famished.

   "Actually..." began Scarlett.

   "Now that you mention it..." added Lady Jaye, putting a hand to her
stomach.  "Yeah, I could definitely devour a sandwich or two.  Might not
want to make the offer to Jinx though, poor girl." Raising her voice and
calling back to the other side of the door, she yelled, "Jinx, honey?  You
all right?"

   A faint response drifted into the room.  "No!  My stomach is trying to
abandon my body!"

   "Drink some water!" suggested Diana loudly.  Then more quietly,
directing her comments to the people in the room, she said, "It's pretty
unusual for someone to have such a bad reaction to the portal, but not
unprecedented.  I only know of two other women who had problems like that."

   "Hmmm...  one of the vampires...  the blonde one," muttered Diana,
apparently thinking aloud.

   "Vampire?" exclaimed the Joes in unison.

   "Well, that's what she and her companions claimed," answered Diana. 
"Whatever she might have been in her home world, she's just a normal human
here."

   "Which one?" asked the green-skinned one.

   "Which one what?"

   "Which blonde vampire?  The secretary airhead with the half-demon sister
or the one who died a few times?"

   "I think they both died a few times.  Do you mean the one that needed
CPR after she arrived here?"

   "I heard about that, but I don't remember which one needed it.  The one
I'm talking about is the other one who came with the crazy psychic
ex-vampire friend."

   "They both came with crazy friends.  One of them believes her mother is
the devil.  Try to tell me that isn't crazy."

   "True.  You know, I guess it doesn't really matter.  One of the
vampires...  former vampires...  got sick from the dimensional travel.  Who
else?"

   Diana answered the green one, saying, "I think Darla was the name of the
one that was sick.  Also, one of Rainbow Brite's crew spent over an hour in
the bathroom after they arrived.  Come to think of it, she's not completely
stable either, but that's neither here nor there."

   "Rainbow...  Brite?" asked Lady Jaye incredulously.

   "Oh yeah, you can meet her later.  Them." said the green one.  "Rainbow
Brite was an old kids cartoon.  We think that's who they are, or at least
who they used to be.  For some reason, they won't admit or deny it; they
just laugh when we ask them.  She goes by 'Britney Rain'.  Either way,
they're all middle-aged now, not much like the cartoon, though they kept in
pretty good shape.  I think one of them used to be a guy, actually."

   "Wouldn't that violate the women-only nature of the portal, or is the
portal not based on...  I mean, I'd expect any such...  filter?...  to go
off of chromosomes," questioned Lady Jaye.

   "Apparently her genes were magically altered to make her female at some
point, but the medical scan says she didn't get an actual womb or ovaries
when she grew her tits and lost her dick, so she's just weirdly stuck being
mostly female, but not entirely.  Vagina but no cervix or womb, is what I
heard," said the green one, apparently enjoying such trivial and extremely
confusing gossip.  "On the other hand, I doubt she has to deal with periods
or menopause, which would be a huge plus."

   "Jennifer," said Diana, addressing the green one, "let's get our guests
some food.  Then we can discuss their situation."

   "Forget about zem!" I barked, losing my patience.  "You must serve us
first.  And remove zese ridiculous handcuffs."

   "Lady," said Jennifer, speaking to me with no respect at all.  "The
first thing you did when you arrived was try to shoot me.  The cuffs stay
on.  But I will go get you some food and water."

   "That's quite a shiner," said Scarlett, looking at me intently.

   No mirror was in view for me to be able to take in my appearance, but as
she commented, I could suddenly feel part of my face begin to throb. 
Perhaps I was too distracted before to feel it.

   "Yeah," Jennifer answered.  "Good thing I remembered to pull my punch,
or I could have killed her.  I tend to get upset when people shoot lasers
at me.  We checked her out...  hmm, forgive the phrasing there...  we
examined her, medically speaking.  She'll be fine."

   * * * * *

   Welcome Pamphlet #1: Your Situation

   Greetings and welcome, dimensional travelers!  It is rare for someone to
intentionally travel to this world, so we have put together a set of the
most common questions and answers newcomers tend to ask.

   WHAT HAPPENED?  You have traveled between dimensions and arrived at an
alternate version of Earth.

   WHERE AM I?  Either in Fort Worth or just west of the Dallas-Fort Worth
metroplex in Texas, the United States, North America, Planet Earth.  We
call this world "Earth Prime Two" or "Frank's World".  Earth Prime is a bit
of an in-joke due to some similarities to a version of Earth in a different
known set of dimensions.  "Frank's World" is a reference to our host; we
discuss him more below.

   HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?  At the time of printing, twenty-one different
methods of dimensional travel have been used to come here, which means that
if you don't already know the method of travel yourself, we are not likely
to be able to help answer this question beyond just guessing.

   WHY ISN'T (fill-in-the-blank) WORKING?  Whether you have super-science
devices or magical superpowers, there is a good chance that they either
aren't working at all or are only working at a reduced level.  The laws of
physics in this universe are almost certainly not the same as the universe
you came from, and since you are now here, you are now subject to these new
laws.

   HOW DO I GET HOME?  The answer to this question ties in with the
previous one.  As yet, we have been unable to develop any method of
dimensional travel from this universe.  Once you are here, you are probably
going to be stuck here.

   YOU SAID PROBABLY.  DOES THAT MEAN THERE'S A CHANCE?  First, we don't
know everything, let alone the future.  Anything is possible.  Second, the
ONLY method we currently know of that can allow someone in this universe to
travel to another one is for someone in another universe to remotely enable
such travel.  If a would-be rescuer comes here, they're as trapped as
everyone else, so the retrieval would have to be done entirely from another
universe where the laws of physics allow such things.

   WHY ARE THERE SO MANY WOMEN?  The population of this world is generally
divided pretty evenly between male and female, but the portals appear to
only allow females through, with some exceptions for pets of either gender.

   PORTALS, PLURAL?  Yes.  We currently know of two different portals,
approximately 96 miles from each other.  One exits by Possum Kingdom Lake,
which is west of Fort Worth.  One is in the entry hallway to Frank's home
in Fort Worth.

   WHO IS THIS FRANK YOU KEEP MENTIONING?  It will take a while to cover
that, so here's a quick summary.  He is a rich inventor and native to this
Earth.  He has been hosting stranded dimensional travelers since they first
began arriving, providing them with food, shelter, identity papers, jobs
and even college educations if needed...

   * * *

   "Rich and resourceful," muttered the Baroness as she looked up from the
first pamphlet.  Looking over at her two fellow captives, she whispered,
"Given our current situation, ve might need to seduce this Frank to gain a
foothold while ve are trapped here."

   "We don't even know what he looks like," complained Zarana.  "For all we
know, he's a wrinkly old goat."

   "It's all right," reassured Cadet Demming.  "I've been training for
things like that, if needed.  It almost doesn't matter what he looks like;
power and money by themselves are powerful aphrodisiacs."

   "True," agreed the Baroness.  "I have yet to see my darling Destro's
face, but his ruthlessness alone can draw me to him."

   "I am a bit worried about the bit where it talks about how his time is
rationed, though."

   "Rationed time?  Vhat?"

   "Umm...  page three of the first Welcoming pamphlet.  Near the bottom.
Second-to-the-last paragraph."

   Before she could read the text, the door to their room opened again,
admitting all three Joes, along with both of their hosts.

   Baroness knew little about Jinx, having never met her in person.  She
was dressed as a martial artist, and appeared to have Japanese ancestry. 
At the moment, she didn't look very intimidating, perhaps due to her
unhealthy pallor.

   Jinx nodded at the three handcuffed women and moved to sit down in
another chair near the doorway.

   "Hey," she said to the other women.  "Is Zarana supposed to be
uncuffed?"

   All eyes immediately turned to the pink-haired Dreadnok, who quickly
raised both hands in surrender, obviously free of her handcuff.

   "Hey, hey.  It's all right," she said soothingly.  "I just don't like
being handcuffed, that's all.  And the locks were pretty simple."

   "Qvickly!" Baroness ordered.  "Free us!"

   "I ain't in your chain of command, Shelia.  Besides...  where are we
gonna go?  If they're tellin' the truth, we're stuck here and might not be
able to get home.  I ain't gonna run off til I at least have the lay of the
land."

   Diana shrugged.  "You never tried to shoot us, so I'm okay with that for
the moment.  We're here because we're ready for a conference call with
Frank."

   "He is the rich inventor in zee pamphlet who...  vat is his part in all
of zis?" asked the Baroness, forcing her angry gaze away from Zarana.

   "He has been the host and guide to us since Kara's first arrival,"
explained Diana.  "He owns both this property and the mansion where the
other portal exits.  He and Alpha, his computer, provide us with identity
papers, jobs, room and board, even college educations for those that need
it.  Oh, sorry.  I guess I don't need to just quote the flier.  I apologize
for him not being here in person, but since the increased arrival numbers
over the past couple years, the demands on his time have become rather
severe."

   While Diana spoke, Jennifer turned on a huge TV screen attached to the
inner wall, then closed the curtains to block out the sunlight.

   "All right, Alpha," said Diana out loud, "we're ready when Frank is."

   A voice spoke from speakers built into the ceiling.  "I estimate he will
be ready in less than a minute."

   "Good.  Any news from home?"

   "The East Wing is still on schedule to be ready in twelve days, though
Jane has warned that if we want properly decorated rooms, we'll have to
allow her a minimum of three additional months.  Given the rate of new
arrivals, I think it is likely we will fill up the wing, room by room, as
they are furnished and decorated, though I doubt we will be able to allow
Jane the time she wants for full decoration."

   "No kidding," agreed Jennifer.  "They still debating whether or not to
turn one level into a high security area?"

   "The discussion is ongoing, though I should point out...  Pardon me, but
Frank is ready."

   The screen came to life, showing a youngish man sitting side-by-side
with a middle-aged, short-haired blonde woman with a truly magnificent
chest.

   "Hello, there.  My name is Frank, and I'd like to welcome you all to...
to..." He covered his eyes with one hand.  "Umm...  I'm not trying to be a
prude, but why is she...  Zarana?...  naked?"

   "Oh!  Sorry.  We kinda of got distracted and forgot," said Jennifer
quickly.  "Be right back."

   "Sorry, Frank," said Diana as Jennifer ran from the room.  "We had to
strip them down since they were carrying too many weapons.  She wasn't
wearing a bra at the time, and since it was just us women, it wasn't a
priority.  Even so, apparently we didn't search her well enough, since she
was able to pick the lock on her handcuff."

   As for her, Zarana had quickly covered her bare breasts with both arms.
Without getting up, she leaned behind the Baroness, over towards the
oft-forgotten cadet and whispered, "At least he isn't a wrinkly, old goat."

   Demming didn't respond, though she did suppress a giggle.

   With his hand still covering his eyes, on the screen Frank said, "You
know I can hear you, right?"

   "Oops," said Zarana with a grin, not looking embarrassed at all.

   A moment later, Jennifer re-entered the room and threw a t-shirt to
Zarana, who quickly pulled it on.  True, the t-shirt was much too tight and
the shape of her erect nipples could clearly be seen through the fabric,
but she was once again clothed.  Well, yes, clothed only in a Texas Rangers
t-shirt and plain white panties, but still clothed.

   Without anyone audibly telling him she was decent(ish), Frank put his
vision-blocking hand down.

   The short-haired blonde next to him opened her mouth, at which point
Frank instantly held up a finger.

   "Don't even say a word!"

   The blonde grinned and sat back a little, closing her mouth.

   "All right, so...  introductions.  My name is Frank.  The lady sitting
next to me is Kara.  And I'm certain you've already met Diana and
Jennifer."

   Scarlett stepped forward.  "I am under the impression you already know
who we are, but...  uhhh...  I'm Scarlett.  This is Lady Jaye and Jinx. 
We're members of a special task force in our world called G.  I.  Joe.  The
ladies sitting down over there are..."

   "Ve can introduce ourselves!" The Baroness made a visible effort to calm
herself, also bringing her accent under control.  "I am called the
Baroness. The pink-haired lady is Zarana, and on my other side is Cadet
Demming."

   "Then we offer welcome to both the representatives of G.I.  Joe and
Cobra..."

   Zarana interrupted.  "Hey, I ain't part of Cobra!  I'm..."

   "Yes, I know," he said.  "Dreadlocks."

   "Dreadnoks!"

   "Oh, sorry.  Right.  But you're associated with Cobra enough for my
generalization.  And, to be upfront, people from organizations who want to
take over the world tend to be less welcome than others."

   "Ze world is plunging toward chaos and self-destruction.  If ze strong
don't guide it, zen ve are complicit in its demise."

   "We can argue your justifications or philosophies another time.  At the
moment, I have a few more pressing questions.  First...  one more time, why
are you all in your underwear?"

   * * * * *

   Welcome Pamphlet #2(B): Your Future

   If you have been given this version of the second pamphlet, the odds are
that you are considered to be a threat or risk.  This might mean that you
are a supervillain bent on world domination, a monster that preys on humans
or a garden-variety criminal.  If you honestly believe that you do not
belong in this category, you may appeal (see below).

   Regardless of your history, physical makeup or psychological bent, most
individuals who have been categorized as a threat or risk will have fewer
options available to them and will be under heightened observation and
greater restrictions, up to and including physical restraint and the
disabling of any non-human powers or abilities.

   Below, we discuss the basics of your situation, as well as what steps
might be taken which will curtail your freedoms.  We also discuss
rehabilitation and levels of freedom which can be earned.  But it is not
all bad: Even if you have been in jail before, trust us, even the worst
offenders will still be afforded greater luxury, benefits and
accommodations than any jail you are likely to have even heard of, let
alone experienced.

   REQUIRED IMPLANT: While there are a variety of implants which can be
customized to meet the need at hand, ALL individuals who have been deemed a
threat and/or risk are required to have a standard implant which can render
you unconscious or immobile as needed.

   We are sorry for the need for this implant, but it is required to
maintain a safe environment.  There is no pain associated with this
implant, either with the initial implantation or use.  If and when you are
ever able to return home, it can be removed and your body restored.

   Please note that any successful attempt to disable the implant will
result in a default state of full-body paralysis.  They are designed so
that if it goes offline, so do the nerve connections to which it is
attached.

   APPEALS: The most basic and most easily accessed appeal available is
Alpha, the artificial intelligence created by Frank which monitors and runs
the estate.  Alpha is pretty much everywhere, always watching and
listening...

   * * * * *

   After the video link was closed, Frank sat back, closing his eyes and
using one hand to rub them.

   "So, does this significantly change any of our average numbers?"

   Alpha's voice, coming from his computer speakers, replied, "Not really.
While two associated sets of three new arrivals in one day is uncommon, it
is not uncommon enough to change things very much.  When rounded off, we
still have an average of eight new arrivals per month for the past seven
months.  I would surmise that these numbers should be expected for the
foreseeable future."

   He sighed.  "We can't keep up with it.  Once the new wing is open,
relieving the current overcrowding will immediately fill it up halfway
full."

   "Thirty-five percent," corrected Alpha, "though a simple rule forbidding
single occupancy would reduce that to ten percent."

   "Still bad enough so that if we keep getting large groups, in a few
months or so, we'll have to start packing people in like before."

   "At least it gives us time," Kara said soothingly.  "And even at our
worst, we only had about three...  three-and-a-half people per room on
average." She moved her chair behind Frank's and began massaging his
shoulders.  "What if we went ahead and bought one of the apartment
complexes nearby?"

   "And just evict everyone who's living there now?" Frank asked.  "No,
thank you.  I'm hoping the new wing will give us enough time to build the
new house at the second location...  or third, if you count the lake
house...  but it sounds like it probably won't." He let his head fall
forward, reveling in the massage.

   "Perhaps not," Alpha replied.  "We could always adjust our target
buildings at the new location to a series of smaller homes instead of the
single large mansion, but our security concerns would greatly increase if
we did so."

   "I think we need to stick with the basic plan we already have, but maybe
we could cut back on the 'poshness'."

   "We could alter it so it more closely resembles an apartment building,"
suggested Alpha.

   "We'll go over possibilities tomorrow morning, okay?"

   Alpha and Kara assented, and Frank swiveled around to give Kara a kiss.

   "Back to the immediate problems.  Do we need to give any of today's new
ladies a special implant?"

   "Tracking, observation and cut-off implants will be needed for the Cobra
representatives," replied Alpha, "but I do not believe that control or
ability-suppression implants are required."

   "I suppose we should count our blessings," Kara offered.  "At least
they're all human this time."

   "Zarana might be a mutant," Alpha corrected.  "Some sources claim she
has the same ability to alter her appearance as her brother."

   "Well, she LOOKS human, which is what I meant.  At least none of them
have any pointed ears or tails or anything."

   "Or whiskers.  Or fur.  Or wings," Frank agreed.  "Thank god we haven't
had any more fey arrive the past few months."

   "Yeah," agreed Kara.  "I mean, who knew elves were so tiny?  I swear
they were going to split in two when they fucked you, but I guess they
stretch really well."

   "Don't remind me.  I swear...  It feels like I'm fucking little kids. 
At least there are only two of them that small."

   "Three, if you count whatshername with the red hair."

   "Well, at least Washu sounds like an adult most of the time," Frank
countered.  "Plus, she's at least twice their size, and she can pass for an
adult who's just really short, unlike the elves.  And I don't care how old
those two say they are, they act like little kids half the time.  And I'm
still not sure how I got talked into taking them to bed."

   "Without occasional sex with you, as the only male aware of their
existence, they would have otherwise refused to stay hidden," Alpha
reminded us.

   "Oh yeah, that's right." Frank sighed and, taking advantage of the fact
that Kara hadn't moved much from her neck rub position, swiveled around so
his back was to her, leaned his head back into her chest, and pulled her
down for a quick upside-down kiss.  "Would you coordinate with Diana and
Kasumi to make sure our newest arrivals are given a full orientation and
rooms and such?"

   She sighed back at me, saying, "Sure, honey.  I'll see you when you get
home." She punctuated her comment with a quick peck on his forehead.

   * * *

   Once she had left, I made certain the door was locked and returned to my
desk.

   "All right, Alpha, any new data on the underlying cause?"

   "Not anything significant.  Aggregate data still indicates that
something intelligent is the most likely source of the dimensional
breaches, and that same source or something associated with it has
evidently had you under observation for an extended period of time.  It is
likely that said source is not present in this universe and views you as a
source of entertainment, possibly pornographic entertainment, though there
are a large number of alternate possibilities."

   "Lovely.  Any sign of any increase or decrease in numbers or arrival
rates?"

   "The overall average for the past 200 days is 0.26 people per day, which
does not significantly change our statistics compared to one month ago."

   I grunted.  "Why can't it drop down to one or two women for each
arrival? Why so many groups?"

   "I do not know, though if you are the source's entertainment,
pornographic or otherwise, it may be because he, she or it prefers group
encounters."

   "So instead of one cheerleader-slash-spy, we get one
cheerleader-slash-spy plus most of her cheerleading team?"

   "Half of her team, three allies and two of her arch-nemeses."

   "Yes, and three allies and two of her arch-nemeses."

   "I thought you liked Kim Possible," said Alpha, picking up on a tone in
my voice.

   "The cartoon?  It was fine, from what little I've seen.  The characters
were mostly fine.  The stories were fun.  I just had trouble getting past
the artwork where the women all lack bottom lips."

   "Fortunately, the versions that arrived do have normal lips.  As it is,
Miss Possible's group of nine remains our largest arrival group so far, so
that today's group of six, if we can count the Cobra and G.  I.  Joe
arrival sets as a single group, is tied for the fourth largest group.  I
also feel I should point out that given the cast of the show, the Kim
Possible group, like many of the others, could have been significantly
larger.  Also, on their behalf, I should note that both Dr.  Porter and Dr.
Director have been a great help..."

   "Who?"

   "Dr.  Betty Director, Miss Possible's other adult ally."

   There really hadn't been any question as to which of the two doctors I
had momentarily forgotten.  Dr.  Vivian Porter was as much of a godsend as
anyone could have imagined.  In her only real appearance in the Kim
Possible series, she was revealed to be a robotics genius who looked like a
supermodel.  While we have plenty of women in the household who are
supermodel-beautiful, we only have a few geniuses, and none of the other
geniuses were as useful on a practical level.  (Well, to be fair, Skuld
could also be useful and practical on occasion.)

   Dr.  Porter had quickly been made a fully employed researcher and
developer at AARD, and she and Alpha worked together as perfectly as if
they were lifelong friends...  made me a bit jealous, actually. 
Regardless, with her work, we were now quickly churning out elegant and
practical multipurpose robot designs that could literally revolutionize a
number of industries.  I estimated that her work would be second only to
the hair growth formula in its profitability in the long run.  It might
even surpass it in another decade or two.

   Anyway, the point is that, even as unique as she was, Dr.  Director
paled in comparison to Dr.  Porter.  (Come to think of it, we weren't even
sure 'Dr.  Betty Director' was an actual Doctor, in either the M.D.  or
Ph.D.  sense of the word.)

   "Oh right, Betty, the Nick Fury wannabe.  She's a bit kinky, as I
recall. How's her replacement eye coming along?"

   "With the customized features she requested, it should be ready for
implantation in five days.  As I was saying, Dr.  Director has been a great
help improving the containment and monitoring of our visitors held in
custody, and, to correct an earlier comment, Miss Possible was not a spy,
except in the pulp novel use of the term.  Rather she was a troubleshooter
and adventurer who..."

   "Don't care," I interrupted.  "Not my point.  Going back to my previous
topic.  Didn't the arrival rate drop a bit recently?"

   "The average only dropped the slight amount it did because the previous
arrival thirteen days ago only consisted of two individuals."

   "Yeah, Lina and the snake girl," I said, remembering the previous pair
of newcomers.

   Well, not a REAL snake girl, but the big-busted sorceress had a
snake-like name of some sort.  I almost shuddered thinking about the
possibility of another human-snake hybrid woman showing up.  So far we had
gotten lucky in that only one of our handful of human-animal hybrids was
reptile-based.  (Three members of Marvel's Ultimate Serpent Squad had shown
up four or five months back, and one of them was a humanoid woman with
snake characteristics.  Well, technically, all three had snake-themed
characteristics and powers, but only one had green scaly skin along with a
tail and claws, and that specific one was a psycho.  Tried to kill me not
long ago.)

   "Naga," Alpha said, reminding me of Lina's friend's name.  It was a good
day when I remembered two-thirds of the everyone's names without prompting.
With time and a visual reference, yes, I could remember everyone's names,
but I hadn't properly memorized them all yet.  For Naga, specifically, she
was a character from a different Slayers series than the one I had seen as
a teenager.

   "Right.  I suppose I should be thankful only two of the Slayers crew
came along for the ride." I paused considering.

   Ignoring my comment about the anime cast, Alpha went to discuss my
misunderstanding of the numbers.  "Averages of such ongoing, unregulated
and somewhat irregular events do not necessarily have a predefined
comparison period, so it ultimately does not matter whether I compare the
numbers using one or thirty day time periods, unless there is a
statistically significant change in the average trend on a specific date.
The only reason I use one month comparisons is that the arrivals often seem
to alternate between larger and smaller groups, with an average of two
group arrivals per month.  If we expand the time period back to the initial
incursion 1.67 years ago, the average over that entire time period drops to
0.17 arrivals per day, but it is only within the past seven months that the
arrival rate has plateaued at 0.25 +/- 0.02 arrivals per day.

   "Still," Alpha continued, "mere calculations of observable arrival rates
do not help determine the actual source or motivations of said source."

   "I...  Never mind.  All right," I said, changing the topic slightly. 
"So if we can't track down any specific hints regarding the source that
way, what about the attraction?  There's no way every single one of these
women would fall for me under normal circumstances."

   "Agreed, but as yet, I have not been able to find any implants or
alterations to their brains or glands which could cause such a reaction."

   Alpha agreed -- that they wouldn't all be attracted to me normally -- a
little too promptly for my taste, but we both knew she was right.  "Have
you found any physical anomalies at all?"

   "Every individual I have examined in detail has anatomical anomalies,
but I have not found any consistent or related anomalies between
individuals or groups which are not more likely explained by other
reasons."

   "Run that by me again."

   "While some groups or similar types of women do have similar or related
oddities in their bodies and/or brains, it is likely that those anomalies
are related to their categorized similarities rather than something that
could explain their attraction to you.  For example, 72% of the human women
who claim to be able to cast magic spells in their home universe have
similar if minor deformities in their brains.  Though not all spellcasters
have that particular brain anomaly, that type of deformity has only
appeared in the brains of spellcasters, so it is likely that it is related
to the use of magic."

   "I get you.  Well, keep going as best you can.  If you need better
specialty equipment for testing, just go ahead and order it.  Or build it."
As if I actually needed to give her permission.

   "Understood."

   "Along the same lines, have you gotten any information about why they're
all bi-sexual?  Because I'm pretty certain most of them are strictly
heterosexual in their source material.  Hell, I read the first couple of my
new secretary's books, and she's explicitly as hetero as possible, but here
she's most definitely bi."

   As it turns out, Betsy, the former vampire queen, was a top notch
secretary, though to keep her happy, I had to call her an 'executive
assistant' if she was within hearing range.  Had very expensive taste in
shoes, which was another requirement to keep her happy, but that's a
different topic.  (She had also stopped wearing underwear at work, so she
could be instantly ready any time I needed her.  I'm pretty sure that quirk
wasn't part of her book character either.)

   "That is a difficult issue, though it is theoretically possible it may
be linked to their attraction to you.  First, none of the newcomers
completely match with their source material, so comparisons to their
fictional versions regarding a specific character trait are not reliable.
Also, it is entirely possible that the theoretical source of the transfers
is specifically selecting versions of the characters which match a
particular criteria, in this case meaning sexual orientation.  It is also
possible, though extremely unlikely, all transferred individuals were
selected because you are their ideal mate in additional to any sexual
orientation change, but I consider this to be virtually impossible for
various reasons.

   "Second, given the variations from the source material, I have no
empirical evidence regarding their sexual preferences before they came
here, and so must rely almost entirely on their verbal testimony.  If we
assume truthfulness most of the time, then we are still relying on their
memories.  At the level of technological sophistication required to arrange
these dimensional transfers, such memories can easily be altered.

   "Finally, if the newcomers can be undetectably manipulated so they are
overwhelmingly attracted to you, they could similarly be altered so that
they become bisexual, regardless of their original orientations."

   "Meaning we don't know why, but we can make a few guesses.  Gotcha. 
Hey, if I really am someone's source of x-rated entertainment, then why did
they send the Possible group?  Most of them are underage.  Why send girls I
won't have sex with if sex is the point of it all?"

   "They are all seventeen or older, and the age of consent in Texas..."

   "MY age of consent is eighteen.  Anyone observing me should know that. I
mean, I stood firm when Dani showed up, right?  They should have remembered
that."

   "Dani is in the difficult position of being artificially created in a
lab at an advanced age." Meaning she was grown in a lab as a gender-swapped
clone, and on the day of her 'birth', she was already 11 or 12 years old,
biologically speaking.

   "Yes, but we waited about a year until everyone agreed she was probably
eighteen."

   "Which was forty-one days ago.  As for Kim's group, four of her party
were over eighteen upon arrival..."

   "So why the other five?"

   "Kim is the eponymous lead character, so it makes sense she would be
selected."

   "Hmmm...  Nah, too many of the other groups are lacking the lead
characters from their series."

   "The point is arguable either way, especially since most of the series
have male leads.  Regardless, all of the other five will be eighteen within
96 days, so perhaps the short delay was acceptable to the theoretical
viewer or viewers, similar to the delay for Danielle."

   "96 days?" I sighed.  "So aside from the four older women, how many of
the others are old enough now?"

   "Two, specifically the cheerleader..."

   "On second thought, I don't really want to know right now." I rubbed my
forehead.  "Sometimes I think I should raise my personal age of consent to
twenty-one or twenty-five."

   "That would be unwise.  One of the strongest holds we have over most of
the women is their strong attraction to you.  If you suddenly made yourself
unavailable to a large number of them, I cannot predict how they might
react, but it is likely to be unwelcome."

   "Yeah, okay.  I know I really shouldn't complain, but it can just get so
tiring and overwhelming.  You know how many women I have sex with each
day?"

   "7.3, on average."

   "Ouch.  That's...  well, actually, I would have guessed more.  It's
getting to where I can't even leave my office without being sexually
assaulted."

   "Would you like for me to arrange additional security for you?"

   I guess I should point out that ever since Adrena Lynn had knocked me
out cold with a thrown dinner plate, I was now always accompanied by one or
more volunteer bodyguards plus one Alphadroid or other android/cyborg.  For
example, today, Agent L, Sara Pezzini and the android Mahoru waited outside
my office door as guards.

   Since the later Death Adder incident, I no longer objected to the
guards, since they had basically saved my life.  Death Adder -- the Marvel
Ultimate Universe version I mentioned above -- had literally been trying to
kill me and was now no longer a threat to anyone.  (Without getting into
too much detail, she had arranged it as a leaping attack from above, so
using the basic paralysis implant would not have prevented her hurtling 240
lb body -- not fat, just very dense -- with outstretched claws from hitting
me once she was in the air.  Only the quick reflexes of Valerie Gray, who
had earned a black belt as a tween, and Alphadroid Dorothy had saved me
from a potentially fatal impact.)

   Death Adder was still alive, but Alpha controlled her body remotely most
of the time.  Maleficent, who had manipulated the scaly-skinned psycho into
attacking me, wasn't under the same puppet-like control, but she was kept
prisoner in her room most of the time.

   My volunteer bodyguards were a very odd and often unprofessional cadre
of women, comprised of assassins, former ghosts, police officers both
terrestrial and other, prophesied magical heroines, superheroes and
reformed villains.  Aside from some of my long-time companions, common
bodyguards included Jennifer Walters, Pandora (from Danny Phantom's Ghost
Zone, not Greek myth), American Maid, Agent L, Rhonda (formerly Red)
Butler, Valerie Gray, Juniper Lee, Carol Danvers, Giganta, Aeon Flux, Amy
Belcher, Kim Possible, Miranda Lawson, Sara Pezzini, and, even though they
were fairly newly arrived, Mihoshi and Kiyone.  (I'll explain about Giganta
some other time.  Just know that she was reformed and almost fully
trusted.)

   And it wasn't always an Alphadroid as the android bodyguard.  A few
androids and cyborgs had come through as well.  Though none of the tech
from any of the androids/cyborgs worked initially, Alpha had been able to
get most of them functional again and installed the Asimov Protocols at the
same time.

   Before someone objects, yes, it is absolutely true that some of my
guards couldn't go out in public - e.g.  Pandora has four arms, Jennifer
has green skin - so they only served in that function when I was at home or
at the lake house.

   "No, I suppose not.  For whatever reason, me being...  available... 
helps keep things calm.  Calmer, at least.  Guess I can't claim to have a
peaceful household anymore, huh?"

   Alpha didn't respond, having correctly identified this as a rhetorical
question on a subject we had discussed multiple times.  So far, we had seen
up to twelve fights a week, ranging from shouting matches to group brawls,
but my presence had a tendency to calm things down a bit...  which honestly
seemed a bit counter-intuitive, if you thought about it, since I was the
subject of maybe half of the fights.

   "Back on topic...  well, a related topic...  I know that some of them
are supposedly married or in committed relationships back home, but none of
them have had any problem giving all that up.  Does that fall under the
same set of possible answers?"

   "Your observation is not universally true.  Nymphadora's memory of her
husband has kept her away from your bed."

   "I'm pretty sure that's a temporary situation.  One, she's a widow. 
Two, her occasional flirting has gotten more serious recently."

   "I sometimes have difficulty differentiating between flirting and
friendliness, so I will defer to your judgment in the matter.  As to your
question, it is likely that alternate backgrounds and possibly modified
memories and/or influences may be the explanation for some of the women,
but some are simply willing to cheat on their spouses or boyfriends."

   "Ugh.  Such as?"

   "Betsy, your secretary.  From both the books and overheard
conversations, she is definitely married to another vampire in her home
universe, but she is still willing and eager to develop a relationship with
you."

   "So she actually married the guy from the first couple books?"

   "Sinclair, and yes.  In her case, I might theorize that her vampire
nature may lean more toward multiple partners."

   "That...  might make sense.  At least, I do remember that Sinclair kept
a small harem in the first book.  Except that she's not a vampire in this
world, but I have no clue what mental changes all this caused...  human to
vampire to married, then back to human but in another world."

   "I should also point out that many relevant female characters who were
in committed relationships were NOT included in the dimensional transfers.
For example, neither of our Danny Phantom groups included any major
characters who were significantly attached to someone, which is of note
since the lead female character, Sam, may have been excluded because of her
relationship with the eponymous male character."

   "Like how we got Urd and Skuld, but Belldandy was left behind?  So maybe
she was left out because of her relationship with Keiichi?"

   "Exactly.  Also, many women who are here with us, who may have been in
relationships before, were not necessarily in adult or long-term
relationships.  And in the case of the Mass Effect women, each of them were
simply one possible romance option in their source game series.  Another
commonly possible relationship change may have been a factor behind Kim
Possible's inclusion: Her romance with Ron at the end of the series was
essentially a high school relationship, which are rarely successful once
one or both of those involved leave for college.  Monitored conversations
support that theory."

   I didn't spend too long mulling this over, as I had other thoughts on my
mind.

   "Is there anything else urgent today?"

   "I can very easily fill up your schedule today if you'd like, but there
is nothing I would consider to be urgent.  Your next fixed appointment
today is Anna at four o'clock, and at present, she is planning to bring
Ororo with her.  Tonight, Courtney, Maxine and Atlee are your scheduled
bedmates."

   Calming presence or not, I was still tired from a semi-massive orgy the
previous night.  Seven middle-aged rainbow-warrior women could sometimes
take a LOT to satisfy them, and a few more hours of rest and recovery would
be welcome.  "Good.  I'm going to take this opportunity to take a nap."

   I really shouldn't sound as though I had problems or objections
regarding the Rainbow Brite group.  After all, they had adapted more
quickly and willingly than any other group so far.  (Well, maybe the elves
had been more eager, but...  let me stay on topic.)
FLASHBACK:
"All right, let me see if I understand the situation: We're probably
trapped here, at the home of a handsome billionaire who is willing to

pamper us so that all of our needs and wants are met?"

   "Well, he probably won't technically be a billionaire for another year
or so..."

   "And we'll be staying in a gigantic mansion full of young, beautiful,
bi-sexual women from across the multiverse?"

   "Young and beautiful are relative terms..."

   "And that the athletic and handsome near-billionaire hosting us is
actually able to sexually satisfy lots of women on a daily basis?"

   "He...  ummm...  there's a nanite-based treatment he undergoes that
gives him the daily stamina of a teenager..."

   "Even better.  So just one more question: Why would anyone ever want to
leave?"

   END FLASHBACK

   While I'm relaying a snippet from that conversation, maybe I should also
point out that three of the seven women had been wearing wedding rings when
they arrived.  By the end of that introductory talk, all such wedding rings
had been removed and hidden away.  Really made me feel guilty sometimes,
not that there was realistically anything I could do about it.

   * * * * *

   Okay, I've been tossing out names and references willy nilly, and will
probably continue doing so, which isn't really fair.  Now, I'm not planning
to go through an exhaustive list of the nearly one hundred new women, but I
figure I should at least give a brief highlight reel.

   As a starting reference, Supergirl and Eiko were the last women Alpha
and I created to add to the household.  AARD was going strong, and our
nanowire surgery units and artificial limbs were on sale.  When it started,
we only had a handful of Alphadroids, though we've since built many, many
more.  AARD's potentially biggest money-maker, the hair growth formula, was
created not long after this all started.

   First, there were the DC villains and heroes that started off this whole
uncontrolled mess.  Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Giganta and Livewire came to
the real world to kidnap me, because a psychic in their world told them I
was Power Girl's boyfriend (and someone wanted revenge on her).  Then the
real Power Girl arrived, chasing them, accompanied by Stargirl, Cyclone and
Terra.

   A month later, Storm, Jubilee and Shadowcat arrived, looking for Rogue.
Two months after that, Ms Marvel (Carol Danvers version) arrived, leading a
small team to try and find out what happened to Storm's team.

   Since then, we've had two different arrivals each month (on average),
with groups ranging from a single person to a group of nine people.  All
women.  Oh sure, occasionally there will be a pet or similar, and those
aren't necessarily female, but then again, they don't really count for this
discussion.

   Now, a few highlights.

   Ms Marvel's arrival was our first definite case indicating that the
portals were women-only.  She had left her world with a six person team,
but only the females on the team -- herself, She-Hulk and Scarlet Witch --
had arrived.

   We had two completely separate groups arrive from the Danny Phantom
cartoons.  The first group (of three) were entirely good guys and two of
the three were human characters.  The second group, consisting of four
women arriving a couple weeks later, were entirely ghost-based and were
three-quarters bad guys.  Oh, and the so-called 'ghosts' arrived as
flesh-and-blood humans.  Human-ish, that is.  Ember's retained her natural
bluish-green hair color and grayish skin tone, which are not available to
normal humans, and Pandora has four arms, bluish skin, purple hair and
stands over seven feet tall.

   Minerva Mink, arriving with the Animaniac's Nurse a couple months after
the second Danny Phantom group, was our first completely inhuman character,
with fur, a tail and a snout.

   Anna and Uni Puma, from the anime, Dominion Tank Police, were our first
androids.  Specifically, they were android catgirl love dolls, or at least
former love dolls, since they had changed their professions a couple times
since then.  They were completely nonfunctional upon arrival, but their
tech wasn't very outlandish, so Alpha was able to interface with them and
forcibly add in the Asimov Protocols while making the necessary changes and
upgrades to allow them to work in the real world.  Alpha is still trying to
work out how they, as androids, are capable of orgasm, which they insist
isn't faked or simulated.  Her current theory is that the Puma sisters were
programmed to believe they can orgasm and that the orgasms themselves are
simply simulations.

   The Rainbow Brite group was our first iffy group.  In this case, I mean
'iffy' as in, uncertain identification.  All seven of them are women in
their early forties.  Their names are almost the same as the Rainbow Brite
characters (though one had somehow undergone a gender-swap to female) and
their appearances were close enough to the source material that we are
fairly confident that they come from Rainbow Brite's cartoon/world.  BUT,
the ladies in question have completely refused to admit that association.
(If we're right about them, we have Rainbow Brite herself, along with Red,
Orange, Yellow, Green, Indigo and Violet, with Red being the gender-swap
victim.)

   Let's see...  I'm again skipping over a bunch of groups/women for now...
The next group of interest would be...  Oh, not a group.

   Maleficent arrived by herself in January of this year.  Her skin tone
doesn't look quite human, and she has no magic powers, but she freely
admits who she is.  She's the first villain I one-hundred percent wish was
not here.  She has a Hannibal Lector-like quality that lets her get inside
someone's head and twist them around.

   Later that same January came our largest group, consisting of nine women
from the Kim Possible cartoon.  I just covered them briefly a few pages
back -- Kim, Bonnie, two other cheerleaders, Monique, Shego, Adrena Lynn,
Dr.  Director and Dr.  Porter -- so moving on...

   In early February, two elves arrived who were not from a recognizable
story, cartoon or game, apart from elves being part of many stories and
fairy tales.  Visually, they look like scaled-down humans, each roughly
standing 2.5 ft tall.  Physically, they're not even remotely human.  Though
they're not especially strong, they are ungodly fast.  Fortunately, they
recognize me as a local Lord and have offered me their service and fealty.
They're often huge pains-in-the-ass, but will usually follow direct orders.


   Later in February, we received half a dozen androids, each from a
different source.  We dismantled and securely boxed up two of them because
we didn't want to risk reactivating them.  Three of them were slowly
reactivated over the following weeks as Alpha worked out how to interface
with and modify each of them.  We couldn't identify one of them at all
until later on, so EDI from Mass Effect 3 wasn't reactivated until almost
the end of April, after the arrival of some other Mass Effect characters,
who identified and vouched for her.  (Alpha did a little hacking into the
software company's files and has confirmed EDI's humanoid body is part of
the planned third game.)

   This might also be a good time to point out that half of the androids
weren't equipped to be able to have sex; specifically, EDI, Jocasta and
Maria (who was never reactivated) lacked genital equipment, though it's
possible that EDI and Maria might have been able to adjust themselves in
that respect if they retained all of their abilities from their home
universes.

   While I'm on the topic of Androids, Nuku Nuku, though technically a
cyborg since she had a biological brain, also initially lacked
sex-essential equipment.  However, she had arrived along with Skuld (and
Urd) from the manga and anime, Oh My Goddess.  Skuld, a great lover of
technology and androids, took Nuku Nuku under her care and has upgraded her
a few times.  Some of the upgrades included 'fully functional' genitals. 
(EDI has, so far, declined Skuld's offer of similar modifications.  Jocasta
accepted the upgrade offer.)

   May was when we had our next group with serious problems.  Initially,
the three women from the Marvel Ultimate Universe's Serpent Squad were
okay. Bad guys, sure, but we could work with them at least as well as most
of our other villains.  Then Maleficent got into Death Adder's head, and
she tried to kill me, as mentioned earlier.  We're guessing Maleficent did
that because I had seen through to her manipulative and predatory nature
and had canceled one of our scheduled 'dates'.

   In July, we had our second largest group so far, from Harry Potter. 
Like Maleficent and Death Adder, Bellatrix LeStrange is kept under constant
guard, but that's a preventative measure because she is obviously mentally
unstable and potentially violent.

   As I said, I've skipped a lot of them, but I just wanted to give some
highlights of the past couple years.  I suppose the new G.I.  Joe groups
count as unique because this was the first time we had two distinctly
separate arrivals in the same day, even if they did come from the same
source world.

   This might also be a good time to point out that, with one exception,
every group, even those with mixed sources, knew of some kind of
explanation or event which could have caused their dimensional travel.  The
exceptions were the androids and cyborgs, none of whom had any memory of
anything which could have caused their arrival here.  In fact, the mixed
android group from February was the most obvious example of an intelligence
guiding the women here, since it consisted of a sample pack of sexy
androids.

   * * * * *

   (BARONESS)

   I and the others were dressed in ill-fitting peasant clothes, bundled
into two SUVs with darkened windows and driven to the other portal site. 
The cadet and I were both kept in handcuffs and all three of us were
flanked by guards, a mix of robots, Joes and local bodyguards.  Myself, I
rode with Lady Jaye on my left and someone who must be the sister of the
large-chested blonde we had seen sitting next to our 'host'.

   The blonde's only comment to me so far was that she could "snap you like
a twig" so I had better behave.  Her arms were quite well muscled for a
woman, and judging from the car's suspension, she was heavier than she
appeared.  Given that I was unarmed and handcuffed, I fully believed her
threat.

   I listened and made note of their small talk throughout the drive.  Most
of the names they mentioned meant nothing so far, but I listened.  Among
other scraps of information, one of our captors pointed out a highway exit
which would lead to a planned new, larger home.  Or perhaps a more secure
site to house prisoners.

   Our destination was eventually revealed to be an impressively large
mansion in the center of a walled-in estate near the edge of Fort Worth. 
The structure was obviously being expanded, as construction crews were
moving in and out of a partially finished wing of the mansion.  Though
there was a proper circular drive leading up to the front doors, we drove
to the side where there was an underground entrance, so we could be forced
inside away from prying eyes.

   The estate walls were too high to climb unaided, and cameras were
strategically placed throughout, both inside and out.  The garage for their
vehicles seemed lightly secured, so I memorized what little I could from my
passing glimpse.

   As we were being brought inside, I was also witness to the removal of a
large bed which had somehow been shredded and its frame broken.

   "Who messed up the bed this time?" asked the large-chested blonde.

   "Don't know, but looking at it...  maybe the mink girl?" answered the
green-skinned one.  Jennifer, if I remember correctly.

   "The mattress IS pretty shredded, but she wouldn't have broken the frame
too.  Maybe the Puma sisters?  They weigh a few hundred pounds each."

   "Maybe.  Problem is, I'm pretty sure I heard the Rainbow ladies were the
ones with him last night."

   "Alpha?  Care to tell us who's right?"

   She just spoke to the air, and her confidence was rewarded as the
computer responded from a speaker set in the vehicle's roof.

   "Anna and Uni Puma bedded Frank this morning after his workout, during
which one of his mattresses and bed frame were damaged.  Jennifer is also
correct that Britney and her color-oriented team were with Frank last
night, though the only damage from that was a wine stain on a comforter."

   "All seven of them?  Whew.  Bet he's exhausted."

   "Does this happen a lot?" asked Lady Jaye.

   "What, the bed thing?" answered the blonde.  "I guess so.  We usually
end up needing to replace one or two mattresses a week for one person or
another, though it's rare they need to replace a whole frame.  Some of the
ladies here have claws -- literally -- so they're pretty rough on bedding."

   "Yeah, I miss his old bed though," reminisced Jennifer.  Turning to face
Lady Jaye, she continued.  "You really should have seen it.  That thing was
humongous.  Custom build.  We could fit a dozen people on it easy.  Trouble
is, you can't replace a customized bed like that every month or two, so now
he just has...  what is it...  Emperor size?"

   "I believe so, yes," agreed the blonde.  "That or California King.  I
think the name varies with where you shop."

   "Okay.  Well, he has two of them, pushed up against each other."

   I spoke up, wanting clarification, and concentrated on keeping my accent
under control.  "So, our host holds orgies every night?"

   "Not EVERY night, but there'd be a riot if he stopped."

   "Really..." How interesting.  A powerful man with a weakness for strong,
beautiful women.

   "I think I'll pass on the orgies," commented Lady Jaye with a forced
smile.

   "That's what everyone says," replied Jennifer.  "It's not like anyone
forces anyone to do anything, but I'm betting you'll be flirting within a
day or two and in his bed within a week."

   "No, I won't!"

   "Hey, like I said, if you don't want to, you don't have to and no one
will make you.  No problem." It was easy to see her grin as she said it,
implying she held some special knowledge or insight we were lacking.

   The three of us were unrestrained but closely escorted as we were guided
into and through the mansion.  We -- all six of us, that is -- were being
given a tour, both of the facilities and the inhabitants.  It would be
accurate to describe it as a menagerie.

   Most of the women we met during the tour -- and yes, they were all
women, or at least female -- were something of a blur.  I hoped I wouldn't
be required to remember them all with such brief introductions.

   The so called 'mink girl' mentioned a few moments earlier was the first
oddity we encountered.  She was a human-sized bipedal female animal, with a
snout and long blonde human-like hair.  The rest of her body seemed to be
covered with fine white fur, and she wore only a cut-off t-shirt and
short-short jeans, putting most of her body on display.  (I was little
better off, wearing only the castoffs available at the lake house, but
unlike her, I had little choice in the matter.) She was introduced to us as
Minerva, and as she greeted us, I could see glimpses of very sharp teeth. A
carnivore, no doubt, though I could see little resemblance to an actual
mink.  She was very careful when we shook hands, which was appreciated as
she did indeed have claws at least an inch long...  which had all been
painted red as if they were fingernails.  Her personality seemed somewhat
lacking, though our thirty second encounter was not enough to properly
judge.

   A lizard woman, complete with green scales and large tail, was sitting
off to the side in one room, conversing quietly with two other women. 
Rather than introducing us to her, we were advised to avoid her.  The
explanation was that she was so prone to violence that whenever she was out
of her room, her body was under constant control by nanites.

   Two odd women were introduced together, as they had been working at an
electronic drafting table of some sort.  The first was covered head-to-toe
in some kind of biohazard suit.  Her faceplate was darkened to prevent easy
viewing of her face, but the true strangeness was that she appeared to
possess only three fingers on each hand.  I do not mean she had lost two
fingers, I mean that she had two inhuman fingers and one thumb, and
likewise had two extended toes and a vaguely toe-like extension growing
from the heel on each foot.  She was not human.

   Neither was her companion, who had blue skin and a head which looked as
though it was composed of half a dozen small, short tentacles, stiffly
holding position facing back.  At least her hands were shaped like a
human's.

   Tali and Liara was how they were introduced to us.

   A small cluster of women with odd ears were next.  I immediately forgot
most of their names, but I noted two of them appeared to be twin sisters,
the very ones responsible for the mattress destruction we had seen.  (Their
'claws' were really just sharp, thickened fingernails.)

   A few of the women had very odd pets as well.  One young brunette
carried around a small dragon on her shoulders.  A blonde woman was
followed by what I would describe as a mobile mushroom.  And one of the
women with odd ears and facial markings had a vaguely cat-like thing on one
shoulder.

   If any of these things were artificial or costumes, I was unable to
tell, despite how unreal it seemed.  I found myself wishing to either
employ some of them in my service or perhaps send them to our laboratories
for examination and possible dissection.

   I did make an effort to remember a few individuals.  A young Asian
woman, Japanese, I believe, was pointed out as the head chef.  Normally, I
wouldn't care to remember cooks unless their cuisine was extraordinary. 
However, multiple women advised that she was one of the more influential
people in residence, and that to offend her was to upset a large portion of
the household.  Kasumi was her name.

   Kara, the large-breasted, short-haired blonde who had been sitting
beside Frank during the video call, was widely accepted as his
second-in-command.  The woman who had been part of our escort was described
as her 'sister', though it was obvious from the fumbled telling that there
was more to the story than mere familial relationships.

   Most of the other "important" women were elsewhere, generally at Frank's
place of business.  I was assured we would be introduced to all of them
this evening.

   The mansion itself was large, efficient and well-kept, but not lavishly
decorated or ostentatious.  The construction being done would finish a
wing, with the central house and other wing already complete and in use.

   After the tour, we were escorted to a large laboratory in the basement,
where I, Zarana and Cadet Demming were instructed to disrobe and lie down
in some sort of tube, half filled with goop.  It was made very clear to us
that regardless of our desires or protests, this would happen.  And so it
did, requiring the use of some force with myself and Zarana.  (Demming,
coward that she is, went willingly.) It turns out that many of the women in
this odd household were much stronger than they appeared.

   As I was being held down in the pod, a most unpleasant itching sensation
worked its way through my shoulders, neck and scalp, followed by
unconsciousness.

   When we were reawakened, it was explained that we had been given
implants which would allow us to be tracked and could render us unconscious
or immobile when and if the need should arise.  None of us took it well,
but Zarana was particularly upset, thus providing us with an immediate
demonstration of the induced sleep.

   Eventually, we were allowed to shower and dress in our original
clothing. I was annoyed but not surprised to find that my uniform had been
thoroughly examined and all hidden armaments removed.  They even found all
of my garrottes and the extendable blade in my boot.  Even disarmed, I felt
much better back in my proper clothes.

   Finally we were given some good news, meager though it was.  First, if
we were ever able to convince the overseeing computer, Alpha, that we were
not a threat in any way, she would pass along the information to Frank.  If
we were then able to convince Frank, he would consult with the Joes.  And
if we were able to convince them, then the implants would be removed.  As
if that would ever be possible.

   We were also informed that we would be allowed to shop for new clothes
beginning tomorrow, all expenses being paid for by our host.  Initially,
all such shopping would be restricted to online, but eventually we might be
allowed supervised trips outside.

   The last bit of good news was that we were allowed free access to most
of the estate.  A few high-security rooms (in this case, they meant
'cells') were off limits, as was the basement laboratory.  We would, of
course, be kept under constant observation, but I knew that to do otherwise
would be foolish.

   We were even given a room, though all three of us had to share it.  They
even had the gall to ask if we wanted three separate beds or if any of us
were bedmates or lovers.  While the cadet might be acceptable as a
submissive, she was untested, and I have much better taste in women than
the uncouth and unkempt Zarana.

   When Frank and the others arrived home from work, we were introduced to
him in person.  Much of our conversation revolved around arguments
regarding the likelihood of our return to our own world.  It boiled down
to: It is possible, but don't hold your breath.

   For myself, I did my best to watch Frank closely.  I believe he was
somewhat taken by my physical appearance -- which I had enhanced slightly
with a zipper that had somehow slipped down and shoulder straps which were
over-tightened to enhance the unzipped separation in front -- but he paid
equal attention to all six of us.

   I also took pleasure in watching the Joes squirm about.  Despite her
earlier protestations, Lady Jaye clearly favored our host, as she had no
skill at all when it came to hiding her emotions.  Scarlett and Jinx were
more reserved but they paid him more attention than they needed and almost
preened under his gaze.

   I must admit, there was something attractive about him, even beyond his
money and power.  At least seducing and controlling him would not be
reduced to being a chore.

   * * *

   (FRANK)

   When I finally arrived home that evening, my eyes were drawn upward to
glance at the ceiling, just as I had every day for the past two months.  I
considered leaving the scorch marks alone as a reminder, but the
repair/repaint was already on the schedule.  It would have gotten fixed
long ago except all available workers were trying to finish up the new
wing.

   Two months back, eight women had come through a portal while engaged in
combat, which was confirmed by multiple blasts of energy that followed them
through.  A pretty but unhappy-looking, dark haired young woman in robes
ran through and hid.  She was followed by twin Indian girls (that's India,
sub-continent in Asia, not American Indians), a young woman with wispy
blonde hair, a very determined-looking young woman with bushy brown hair,
and a serious-looking Asian girl.  All of them wearing robes and waving
sticks back towards the portal.

   Finally, two older women tumbled through, grabbing and tearing at each
other's hair and clothes.  One had short, multi-colored hair while the
other had wild, dark hair.  That last one was much older than any of the
others, probably in her forties.

   A couple final blasts came though the portal, one of them somehow
ricocheting up so that it hit the ceiling, high enough in our two-story
entrance hallway that we couldn't safely reach it without scaffolding. 
Then the portal closed, leaving the women with their useless sticks waving
about.

   Identifying who they were was fairly easy when the blonde grabbed a book
away from Jubilee, who had been reading it in a nearby chair and had
witnessed the arrival.  She used the book to hit the older woman in the
head, allowing the others to pin her down.

   Before handing the book back, she looked at, then asked with an English
accent, "What's a sorcerer's stone?"

   Doing her best to remain cool and nonplussed, Jubes answered, "Y'know, a
magic stone.  Eternal life and all that.  Lead into gold maybe."

   "Do you mean a Philosopher's Stone?"

   "Yeah, that's another name for it."

   "Oh, well, Dumbledore did away with the last one a few years back when
You-Know-Who was after it."

   Since then, Hermione, Luna and Padma had joined Zatanna and the others
in their research attempts to find a way to harness magic in this world,
Bellatrix had joined our other virtual jail inmates, and Cho, Parvati,
Nymphadora and Pansy had joined the general household populace.  Well,
Pansy wasn't really welcomed or friendly with most of the household,
because most of the women had already read the books and knew how much of a
bitch she was.  And Nymphadora was still in mourning for her husband,
Remus, who had been killed mere moments before she came through the portal.


   In some ways, those magical blast marks were proof of the reality of the
situation in a way that the women could not be.  After all, I had been
'conjuring' women into existence for years, but I had never before created
blasts of energy emanating from a portal in midair.

   But I was the only one with that perspective, so it didn't make sense to
keep the damage visible for a reason I couldn't share with anyone else.

   I smiled as I realized that the Harry Potter group was also unique in
one other way too: It was one of the only two groups which included women
of legal age with whom I had not yet had sex.  Nymphadora was, as I
mentioned before, still in mourning for her fallen husband, Remis Lupin. 
While she had been giving me 'the eye' occasionally, she hadn't progressed
to making actual advances.  And Bellatrix, who was attractive in a
dangerous/crazy sort of way, had yet to find a way into my bed.  (The
others had all made it into Jane's bedtime schedule, even Pansy.  Trivia
sidenote: Even though I wasn't a fan of her character in the book, I
disliked how Pansy was being shunned which led to the creation of one of
our newcomer rules: if a new group wants an early schedule insertion, it
has to be all or nothing.  They can't leave anyone out.)
Oh, and for those who were wondering, they looked enough like the movie
actors to cosplay themselves with minimal effort, but different enough to
be able to walk the streets in normal dress without drawing any attention

to themselves.

   Enough reverie.  First order of business: Greet the newcomers and have
'the talk' with them.  The pamphlets definitely help, but for whatever
reason, it usually takes assurance from three or four sources -- the
pamphlets, personal testimony from other women, scientific confirmation
from Alpha, and personal testimony from me -- before any newcomers accepted
the reality of their situation.  Plus, previous experience has shown that
if I delay meeting with new arrivals, they will often undertake potentially
dangerous courses of action to find out why their mystery host would hide.

   At least this time, they were all dressed.  I mean, you really wouldn't
expect to video chat with a group of people and find half of them mostly
naked, would you?  Or maybe I should expect it, given the insanity my life
had become.

   So, we went through the whole 'Welcome to my world' and 'This is what we
can do for you' and 'The bad guys are restricted to the estate with loads
of safeguards' and other spiels.  I have to admit, while they were all very
attractive, the Baroness was probably the hottest, though that might have
been influenced by her leather outfit, now certified to be weapon-free by
Alpha.

   I did my best to smile nicely but noncommittally as the flirts and mild
innuendo began.  I was sure the other household residents would explain
things to them sooner or later.  The Joes were still certain that someone
would come to rescue them, and I agreed that it was possible, but reminded
them that a LOT of other friends and organizations were trying to do the
same and none had yet succeeded.

   Later, down in the lab, I looked through the Baroness' collected
weapons. We had stripped her of: 2 pistol-style energy weapons
(nonfunctional), 1 submachine gun of unknown manufacture, 1 machine pistol
of unknown manufacture, 2 gas grenades, 2 shrapnel grenades, 2 8" knives, 1
6" knife, 1 4" knife, 1 extendable baton, 3 garrotes (one of which had been
sewn into the lining of her jacket, another of which was hidden in her
hair), 1/8 ounce sleeping powder, 1/4 ounce poison (lethal), 1 ring with
extendable needle tipped with paralyzing poison, 2 4" hairpins sharp enough
to be usable as weapons on one end but with thin, twisty wires concealed by
caps on the other end (probably used for lock picking), 1" blade with
extension spring removed from the sole of a boot, 4 shuriken and 1 tube of
paste which Alpha believes is some sort of plastic explosive (though we
couldn't find a detonator).  The woman was a goddamn walking arsenal!

   As usual, the energy weapons would be dissected to see if we could
recover any useful technology.  Though the guns were of an unknown design,
they used normal 9mm ammunition, so we added them to one of our gun safes.
The rest would be destroyed or put in storage.

   * * *

   (BARONESS)

   Having taken his measure in person, I decided that I was willing to
undertake his seduction myself.  If she had any talent, including Demming
might be beneficial.  The great challenge was how to attract and hold his
attention.  He was surrounded by beautiful and odd women who had placed
themselves at his beck and call, so how should we approach the problem of
bringing his focus to us, then bending him to my will?

   The obvious method of eliminating the competition would be too
difficult. We were outnumbered by at least a hundred to three.  Perhaps we
could change the odds somewhat by recruiting others to our cause, but even
that would not prevent our implants from shutting us down whenever the
computer wished.

   I needed more data on the implants and computer before attempting
anything direct, so I set about speaking to my fellow inmates.  Or more
accurately, I first tried to determine who would be best to speak with.

   Fortunately, one of the many computer interfaces scattered about the
house offered a basic list of household residents along with background
descriptions.  While I strongly disagree with the label of 'villain' given
to me, I used that as a basis to refine my search.  Unfortunately, the
ratio of so-called villains to self-proclaimed heroes was not in our favor.
Less than two dozen 'villains' overall, out of over a hundred total.  And
even then, a reading of their descriptions revealed some of them to be
active collaborators or weak-willed or both.

   Still, there were a few individuals who sounded promising as either
subordinates or allies:

   Asp and Princess Python were excellent henchmen choices, as they were
both appropriately snake-themed and would work as mercenaries for hire. 
Similarly, Nagi was a bounty hunter, a profession known for mercenary
ethics.  Shego seemed like she might be a perfect subordinate: competent,
powerful and accustomed to taking orders.  Similarly, Giganta might be a
useful follower, and according to the notes, she actually retained a small
degree of her original power.  Lydia, who was described as a tattooed ghost
in her home world, had always been a henchman of sorts, even though all of
her powers were useless in this world.  The Puma sisters were somewhat
iffy; true, they were henchmen, but they were too willing to enjoy
destruction for its own sake to be trusted.  Besides, in their home world,
they had gone from henchmen to policemen somehow, so their loyalties could
never be completely trustworthy.  I could probably bring Jessie into my
service, but she seemed rather incompetent if the computer notes were to be
trusted.

   As for allies, if the descriptions were correct, Maleficent was a
powerful leader in her home world.  Even if her magical powers had been
removed, she was no doubt chafing under the restrictions placed upon us
all. However, she had apparently been partly responsible for an attack on
Frank by the allegedly-psychotic Death Adder, so she was under constant
scrutiny.  Penelope Spectra, another alleged ghost, was also a leader in
her homeworld, though I wasn't certain how much use she would be here.  A
few others were possibilities, but many questions surrounded all of them.

   The rest of the offerings were either too uncontrollable and
unpredictable, or were noted as having a degree of loyalty to our host. 
Depending on the situation, they might be usable, but not as hirelings or
allies.

   That led to another thought, and I cross-checked my list with the list
of bodyguards.  This led me to remove Giganta and Nagi as possible henchmen
for now.  Subverting some of his bodyguards would be an excellent strategic
move, but there were too many unknowns to start off with such a dangerous
strategy.

   Now I needed to meet these women and find ways to begin working toward
influence over Frank and his computer.

   "Cadet!" I looked around, not seeing either Zarana or Cadet Demming. 
"Where...  computer, tell me where Cadet Demming is."

   "Cadet Demming and Zarana are both in the Blue Entertainment Room.  A
map with directions is being displayed on your console." The responding
voice came, not from the computer before me, but from hidden speakers in
the walls and ceiling.

   The Blue Entertainment room was, appropriately enough, predominately
blue.  It was spacious enough to house two ping pong tables, three pool
tables, two poker tables and an array of computer-based games.  Perhaps
twenty women occupied the room, roughly half playing something and half
watching.

   Zarana was playing ping pong, facing off against a young Latina woman
with spiky hair colored pink and purple.  They seemed nicely matched, both
sporting short, oddly-colored hair and with Zarana's deep tan almost
matching the other's coloration.  True, Zarana was older, taller, had a
larger bust and lacked the other girl's piercings, but I could easily
imagine them as sisters in spirit.  They even displayed almost identical
scowls.  Without more observation, I couldn't tell if they would become
friends or the bitter rivals.

   Cadet Demming noticed my arrival and quickly left her position in front
of a computer to stand before me at attention.

   "Mam!" she said briskly, her voice saluting for her as her arms remained
rigidly at her sides for a moment before she relaxed.

   "Have you found out anything interesting?"

   "Yes, Mam.  I reserved us an evening with Frank for next Wednesday
night."

   "Vat?" Keeping my accent under control was always difficult.  "What are
you talking about?"

   "To seduce him, Mam?  That's what you wanted to do, right?  There's an
online schedule you can use to reserve time with him.  Normally, it's
booked a couple months in advance, but since we just arrived, we're given
one priority booking."

   "A booking..."

   "Yes, Mam.  There are actually a lot of rules they've worked out to keep
people from dominating the schedule.  We -- and that has to include Zarana,
since she's considered part of our arrival party -- have one early schedule
insertion allowed as a group, but from then on, we have to reserve like
everyone else.  It's all managed by the computer and Jane.  You can try to
reserve a solo night, but when you're bidding for a specific date and time,
people generally pool their points and share..."

   "Points..."

   "Right.  Everyone gets a certain number of points, which are refreshed
every three months, but you can earn more by doing household chores or
helping out or as rewards for good deeds."

   "Zo zis Frank haz...  Frank has his love life governed by auction?"

   "Well, only his nights.  He has full control over his daytime schedule,
but apparently he'll usually put up a few afternoons a week for bidding,
but only on short notice, so some people save up their points to...

   "Enough!  This is ridiculous.  What about the Joes?"

   "I didn't see them on the schedule yet, but they'll have the same
priority scheduling option we do, when and if they want to use it, but to
use the first-timer priority, they'll have to agree to go together."

   "This...  this is not what I expected." I was suddenly not even certain
if seducing him would do any good.  On the other hand...

   "Tell me, Cadet, how many other people have you met so far?"

   "I don't know, Mam.  Maybe a couple dozen?"

   "So tell me about them.  Who is most useful to know?  And come along, if
we're 'on the schedule' for next week, I need to test your skills."

   * * * * *

   (FRANK)

   Have you ever been in a depressed funk, and you know it, but you can't
cheer yourself up, and the most you can do is just make yourself keep on
going with the same old things?  There's no way that should apply to me,
but it felt like it did.

   I mean, come on.  I KNOW that regardless of anything else, the 'same old
things' involve having over a hundred women fighting to have sex with me.
I'm rich.  I have the best toys in the world.  I have an artificially young
and charged-up body.

   It's just...  it felt like things were out of control.  Before, I could
spend months deciding who to create, selecting women from various fictional
worlds to bring to life.  Now those decisions have been taken out of my
hands, and I'm scrambling to keep up.  I guess maybe I turned into a
control freak years ago, and now I've lost that control?

   Still, the overall situation, including the lack of control, wasn't
nearly as bad as it might seem.

   For instance, the threat of discovery was much less than it should have
been.  Alpha and I had done experiments, and something was protecting us
from public exposure, at least to a certain degree.  When we arranged for
more construction on the house, we had been prepared to restrict outdoor
movement of the women and mess with the phones and digital cameras of the
builders to keep things private.  After only a couple weeks, we realized
something weird was going on, and some tests confirmed it: Any outsider on
our property would categorize almost anything they saw as normal and
unnoteworthy.  We could have a row of naked sunbathers laid out in full
view of the construction workers, and they wouldn't seem to notice.  On the
other hand, once you got about fifty yards away from our property line,
those same workers would be whistling at women and taking pictures of
anything sexy.  The same protections were evident when we built the
enlarged cabin on the lake property.

   Since we're not behind the odd behavior or lack thereof, we are assuming
that whatever or whoever is sending these women here is also protecting us
from public exposure.  It's the only thing that makes sense.

   So control over the situation exists, and it is working in my favor, but
it was out of my hands.  I felt like I was a...  a performing monkey in an
invisible zoo.  'Oh, let's give him some more women and see what happens!'

   Boo hoo.  Poor little rich man with his own harem.  Woe is me.  I can
mock my own depression, but it's not getting me out of my funk that got
worse when I found out that another six women just showed up.

   Speaking of which, here's another complaint: To free up one of the two
rooms for them, we had to move the Image women -- Sara Pezzini, Amy
Belcher, Sharona Jackson and Priscilla Kitaen (aka Witchblade, She-Dragon,
Rapture and Voodoo) -- from three down to just two rooms, and trust me,
they don't get along together very well if forced into close living
quarters.  (Look at it this way: Ignore the superhero aspect and realize
that we're talking about a cop, a crazy person who hears voices, a hooker
and a stripper.) As it turns out, Amy and Priscilla are the only two of
them that can get along peacefully together for extended periods of time.
Last I heard, Sara and Sharona were each trying to find someone else in the
household to trade room assignments.

   To free up the other room, we moved Jocasta and EDI to a glorified
closet.  As androids, they don't needs beds and bathrooms and such, but
it's still not a nice thing to do.  I'm hoping their various friends will
offer to host each of them for the next couple weeks.

   Until the second wing opens up, we can probably reshuffle lodgings to
free up four more rooms, but after that we'll be putting people into the
lake-side cabin (six bedrooms) and then onto cots in the downstairs rooms.

   I hope whoever/whatever is behind all of this realizes our limitations
and keeps the numbers down for the next two or three weeks.

   What I SHOULD be doing is dancing in anticipation of fucking Lady Jaye,
Scarlett and the Baroness and their friends.  Instead I'd just been
obsessing more and more over what I can't do or control, and complaining
over logistics.

   I also should have had faith that my friends would notice and help me
out.

   My evening dates vary wildly from day to day and week to week.  The
women might plan something simple, like dinner and a movie...  something
outside my comfort zone, like going to a rave at an abandoned building...
something straightforward, like just going upstairs for sex...  or
something kinky, like dressing up one or more women in bondage gear and
using them as ponies to pull a cart around the property.  (And let me tell
you, despite her willingness to experiment, Harley does not make a placid
bondage pony.  Worryingly enough, Lydia and Carla do.)

   Courtney, Maxine and Atlee, my dates for the evening, instructed me to
go up to my room at about six, after dinner.  It's usually a bad idea to
have sex right after dinner when you're full and a bit lethargic, but I did
as instructed.

   The three of them were dressed in harem outfits, covering their bodies
with light, diaphanous veils and nothing else.  The area at the foot of the
bed had been covered with pillows of all shapes and sizes.  Therefore I
assumed we were in for a night of harem playacting, and I assumed
incorrectly.

   They gently guided me to the largest mound of pillows, had me relax and
lean back, and seductively...  turned on the wall television to reveal the
Three Stooges.

   That evening was designed for me.  We watched a four hour marathon of
the best of the Three Stooges, and all the while, I was pampered.  I was
stripped down and put in a silk bathrobe.  I was given oiled massages, a
sponge bath, manicure, pedicure, wine, fruit and cheese.  Finally, I was
given what must have been an hour-long blowjob, with all three of them
rotating positions throughout.  (I'm actually a bit worried that they might
have created a sexual association with the Stooges, which would make future
viewings a bit weird.)

   They made no demands on me at all, and just gave all evening long.  I
went to sleep relaxed, happy and satisfied.

   It was...  well, a single night can't turn everything around, but it
refreshed and reinvigorated me for a few days, which was long enough for my
funk to end.

   I found out later that Alpha had talked things over with Kara, who had
approached the young trio of heroines with the request and suggestion that
led to that night.

   * * * * *

   (BARONESS)

   That morning, I continued to put the Cadet through her paces.  She had
passed the initial tests by demonstrating a reasonable skill with
cunnilingus the night before.  After I had awakened her by rolling her out
of bed, naked, onto the floor, we went to our bathroom where she learned
how to be a body slave.

   We showered together, with the Cadet washing both of us thoroughly. 
Then she shaved both of our pairs of legs.  I instructed her on how to
properly shave her pubic region.  She, as my subordinate bedmate, must be
completely bald in her womanly regions.  Once she had shaved herself to my
satisfaction, I allowed her to trim my pubic hair and carefully shave
alongside my lower lips.

   Before we were able to finish our morning toiletries, the other door to
the bathroom opened to reveal Scarlett, dressed in a thin, obviously
borrowed, nightgown.  Though her breasts were smaller than mine, hers were
undeniably perky, and her nipples were pressing hard against the thin
material.

   "Zo, are you aroused by the sight of me?" I teased, stretching out my
nude body for her perusal, as I never admit to being embarrassed to be seen
naked.  I knew that her nipples had been erect before she had seen me, but
a little teasing of one's enemy is often fun.

   "Go fuck yourself," she said rather crudely.  "We have to share a
bathroom, so you need to be faster in the mornings, or I'll impose a
bathroom schedule.  And you won't like how I schedule it."

   "Bah, we're almost done, though I can't speak for Zarana," I admitted,
signaling Demming to complete her work.

   We left as Scarlett was entering the shower and Jinx was brushing her
teeth.

   Back in our room, Zarana was awake and speaking with a rather attractive
and well-dressed negress, who introduced herself as Jessica.

   "I'll be your guide for the next week.  It's my job to help you get
settled in, make sure you have everything you need and provide information
so you understand the situation."

   "Zo, who are you?"

   "Jessica.  You need to learn how to listen if we're going to get
anywhere."

   "Stupid girl, I mean, as pathetic as you are, are you anyone special? 
In your home world or here?"

   "Uh huh.  I see a lesson that needs to be learned right away.  Alpha,
who is directly in charge of these three?"

   The computer answered from a speaker set in the ceiling.  "You have
direct authority over them, though that can be overridden by three other
individuals and myself, especially in the case of health and safety
concerns."

   Turning to face me, she pompously asked, "Now what did you just call
me?"

   "Fool, how dare you pretend authority over me!  I vill..."

   "Alpha, if you please?" Jessica said.

   And suddenly, I lost control of my body.  I could still see and hear,
but the sensations as my body crumpled to the floor were far away, as if
filtered through thick cotton.

   I was rolled face up as Jessica bent over me.

   "Lesson one: Show me some damn respect." Her hand reached down, and far
away, I could feel her pinch my nipple.

   She stepped back and said, "Thank you, Alpha.  I think that's enough for
now."

   And just as suddenly, I regained control of my body.  My forehead
throbbed, indicating where it had impacted the carpet, and my right nipple
was burning with pain.  I sat up and glared at her silently.

   "Now, in answer to your question, in my home world, I was a billionaire
philanthropist and my best friend was queen of the vampires.  Not that any
of that matters here.

   "The first thing you need to do is acquaint yourself with the reality of
your situation.  Whatever you were back home, here you're just a bitch who
tried to kill someone as soon as you arrived.  That means you're starting
from a pretty bad place.  You're going to have to work hard to earn trust.
Meaning, you need to reform.  We can help with that, but we'll get around
to that topic another time.

   "Today, we need to start by getting each of you some clothes and basic
necessities.  Since you three are under travel restrictions, we'll be
shopping online later this morning.  For today, I'll bring by the clothes
cart in a few minutes.  Put your dirty laundry in the hamper," she pointed
to a basket by the bathroom door, "except...  hmmm...  I'm pretty sure
leather has to be sent out to be cleaned, so hang that up next to the
hamper.  We'll go over the normal laundry schedule and options later, but
I'll make sure you'll at least get your normal clothes cleaned today.  Any
other immediate questions?"

   "Are you also the guide for the Joes?" asked Zarana.

   "Nope, Sally is taking care of them for now.  I'll be back in a few
minutes," Jessica said, walking out the door.

   "Guess I better get showered," commented Zarana as she walked naked to
the bathroom door.

   "The Joes were showering when we left," I commented.

   "Then I guess maybe I'll have to get real friendly with whoever's in the
shower!" she said with a smile, closing the bathroom door behind her.

   I realized I was unconsciously massaging my sore nipple while I had a
better option available.  Waving at the cadet, I ordered, "Lick, gently."

   I realized that being paralyzed for even that brief moment had shaken me
up more than I had realized.  I needed a quick distraction, and
fortunately, I had a lackey at my beck and call.

   By the time Zarana returned from her morning cleansing, the cadet's face
was firmly between my legs.  She was doing a good job, so I gestured from
Zarana to the cadet's rear.

   "Would you?  I can't reach." Which was true enough.  I'd have to give up
my cunnilingus to reposition myself to be able to reach her cunny.

   Zarana shrugged, then knelt down and frigged my body slave to orgasm. 
Once I came a second time, I pushed her away and lay back on the bed.

   Jessica returned as the cadet was cleaning her face with Zarana's towel.
I had little doubt Jessica could smell the scent of sex, but she ignored it
and wheeled in a six-foot-tall cart, displaying a number of dresses, pants
and blouses on hangers in the center, with a variety of drawers along the
base and stacked up on either end.

   "Sorry it took so long.  Sally had already grabbed it for the Joes, so I
had to wait.  These are just supposed to get you through one or two days,
until we get whatever you order delivered.  But these you can keep." She
opened one of the drawers and pulled out pre-packaged sets of panties,
three per bundle, and tossed one bundle to each of us.  They were generic
solid black or white, one-size-fits-all panties...  the only good thing
about them was that at least they weren't hand-me-downs.

   "We also have a variety of bra sizes, but we'll measure you for
custom-fit ones later today.  If you see any actual clothes here that you
want to keep, you're welcome to them.  Otherwise, they'll go back on the
welcome cart when you get your own wardrobe."

   So saying, she stepped back and let us browse.  The selection wasn't as
bad as I might have guessed, but nothing really fit my style.  I went with
a black, synthetic skirt and gray silk blouse.  My boots were perfectly
serviceable, so at least I didn't have to wear the available slippers.

   When we were finally dressed, she said, "All right, the plan for today
is: One, breakfast.  Two, a more detailed tour than you got yesterday. 
Three, measurements and online shopping.  We have a lot to do, so you can
ask questions while we walk.  Let's go."
We exited to the hallway at the same time as the Joes.  Their guide --
Sally, was it?  -- appeared to be an attractive, pale-skinned, short-haired
brunette.  She stood next to their door with her palm raised high.  Each
Joe jumped up a little as they left their room, giving her a high-five. 
Then, with only a brief glance our direction, the four of them linked arms

and walked down the hallway, laughing.

   I turned back to Jessica and said with all the seriousness I could
muster, "Seeing what the alternative was, I hereby apologize for any insult
I may have given you."

   "No problem.  Sally can be a bit...  ummm...  she has a very upbeat
personality, especially for a former blood-sucker."

   Jessica began walking down the hallway, gesturing for us to follow. 
"Now, I know you've heard a little about our in-house point system, but I
wanted to go over it in more detail and cover some aspects a lot of people
ignore.  For example, you can spend points on things other than date
auctions.  While all your necessities will be covered gratis, you can use
your points to order specialty items or select the menu..."

   Though the longer and more detailed tour of the estate was very helpful
and informative, there's nothing of significance I feel any need to
describe at this time.  The ordering of clothes was acceptable.  I
estimated that each of our wardrobes was going to cost $10-15K.  I spent
the later half of the afternoon and most of the evening speaking with other
residents and planning.

   * * * * * The Following Wednesday

   (FRANK)

   I had made certain to save up some energy for the afternoon and evening.
My evening date was with the ladies of Cobra, who had used their newcomer
priority to join the schedule.  Before that, though, I was due to spend
time with the Patil sisters.

   Padma and Parvati were the ones who had lost their evening time slot due
to the schedule insertion, so I had added an early afternoon time slot and
given it to them outright to compensate them.  The thing was, the sisters
could be a bit intense.

   Various discussions over the past couple months had revealed the
underlying reasons: their introduction to pornography and sex had come from
a secret collection of mundy Japanese pornography.  Mostly, the weirder
types of Japanese porn.  Many of the videos had seemingly struck a cord
with the twin witches, and they had emulated and enjoyed a lot of what they
had seen, including: lesbian incest, dom/sub, face-fucking, vaginal/anal
fisting, watersports, nose/ear/eyeball/ass licking, spitting, enemas, weird
rope bondage, spanking, whipping, hot wax and other fetishes.  I suspected
that they had also tried scat and vomit scenes in the past, but they had
yet to try those here, thank goodness.  And a top-level Thank You to the
universe that their sex tentacle spells didn't work here.

   I also suspect that if the Harry and Ron of their world had known of the
Patil sisters' secret interests, there might have been a lot of censored
fun after the school dance in Goblet of Fire.

   To an extent, I thought of them as a darker fantasy that I probably
never would have brought to life, if I still had control over things like
that.  Bisexual, incestuous twins was an idea that landed firmly on the
good idea/bad idea line.  As my choices have amply demonstrated, I love
having sex with bi-sexual women.  (Lesbians make nice visual fantasies,
but, as a man, I'm kind of left out of any real bedroom encounters with
them, so bisexuals it is.) Having sex with sisters?  Can be fun, but the
reality of it can start getting a bit uncomfortable.

   There are real, genetic and social reasons why incest is taboo, but
lesbian and gay incest avoids the worst aspects by avoiding the possibility
of creating offspring.  Even so, I was hesitant to bring incestuous
characters to life.  I had been strongly considering the idea of creating
adult, mostly hetero versions of the Powerpuff Girls, but that was as close
as I had been willing to come.

   The Patil twins were like my unimplemented Powerpuff Girls idea raised
to the nth degree, where 'n' was the value of my worst subconscious
perversions, but still fortunately stopping short of any violence.  (Any
real violence that is.  Sexualized spankings and whippings were definitely
part of their repertoire.)

   Even though the sisters rarely wanted to leave the bedroom as part of
their dates, spending time with them did require extra preparation.  With
the help of Mahoro -- an anime-based android who apparently thought part of
her duties included helping her master bathe -- I spent about 30 minutes
cleaning every nook and cranny of my body, including giving myself an enema
and running a saltwater rinse through my nasal cavity, both of which I
hate. Trust me, having someone lick snot or boogers out of your nose or wax
out of your ear is weird and unpleasant.  For me, at least.  I suppose some
people somewhere enjoy it.  Also, just for reference, I put my foot down
when it came to eyeball licking after the first eye infection, even though
my own personal eyeballs weren't directly involved.

   After having said all of that, I sometimes loved having sessions with
them.  They were creative and unrestrained.  And, unlike certain other
people I could name, they had never drawn a lightning bolt on my forehead
and had me wear glasses.  (Luna, Hermione, Cho, I'm looking at you.)

   I guess the underlying point is that even though I hadn't had all that
many sessions with the twin Patils, they had all been memorable somehow. 
Last time, when I came, Parvati had aimed my cock directly up Padma's nose,
so I ejaculated into her sinus cavity with my first squirt.  The second
pulse had sprayed across Parvati's face and into one eye as she
repositioned it, and the third and fourth had been shot up her own nose. 
Both of their eyes and noses had been very watery, but neither had coughed
or blown the semen out, which seemed suspicious to me.  They explained that
they wanted to smell me for the rest of the day, which was both kinda nice
and pretty creepy.

   This particular day, my session with them had two surprises: First,
Alpha informed me that they wanted me to come to their bedroom rather than
them coming to my room (with the larger bed).  Second, it was a trio, not a
duo: the two sisters plus Harley Quinn.  Given her sexual proclivities, it
made sense that Harley's shared interests would draw them together sooner
or later.  Oh, and one other thing that was also a little surprising: they
had started without me.
When I entered their bedroom, I found Padma (the Ravenclaw sister)
standing over the bound forms of her sister and Harley.  Padma wore an
abbreviated red corset and stockings, and held a riding crop in one hand.
Parvati and Harley wore ropes and blindfolds (and earplugs, though I didn't

notice them until later).

   Specifically, Parvati and Harley were positioned on the bed with their
shoulders down and their asses raised and propped up against each other so
that their pussies and assholes were literally inches apart.  Their legs
had been folded and tied back against their chests and leather bands on
their wrists were linked together and pulled above their heads, tied in
that position by ropes running under the bed.

   Padma held a large, red burning candle...  or rather, three candles tied
to keep them together.  As she looked up at me when I walked in, wax
dripped down near Harley's pussy, eliciting an excited little scream.  It
was easy to tell both Harley and Parvati had been in that position for a
while, since dark red splotches of wax covered most of their breasts and
asses, with some drips surrounding but not covering their vaginas.

   Padma welcomed me with a wet, invasive kiss and asked me to disrobe.

   I later found out that the two sisters had drawn straws to see who would
act as Dominatrix in the scene today.  Wisely, they didn't trust Harley
enough to allow her to act as Dom.

   Jocasta, my android bodyguard that afternoon, positioned herself up
against the wall by the door and watched silently.  Although she had been
given an upgrade by Skuld so she could have sex, she would not participate.
One of the rules agreed to by all bodyguards was that they couldn't have
sex while on duty, regardless of circumstances.  (Given the relative safety
of the situation, she was currently the only guard on 'Frank duty'.)

   "Is that Frankie?  Are ya here?" yelled Harley, her own hearing partly
blocked by ear plugs.

   "Be quiet!" ordered Padma.

   "Frankie, she's not letting me come like she's supposed to!"

   "You came at least twice so far," Parvati loudly argued back.

   "But if she'd just get the candles closer and hit my clit with the wax,
I could..."

   Harley's protests were muffled as Padma stuffed someone's panties in her
mouth.  Harley could have easily spat them out, but she didn't.  Maybe she
thought it was funnier to just continue trying to protest while muffled,
because she kept trying to talk around the fabric.

   While I stripped, Padma swapped her candles for a brushy crop of some
kind.  No idea what it's called, but it had a long, whippy handle which
ended with a few dozen stiff bristles which fanned out from the end.  Using
it, she proceeded to hit Parvati and Harley, apparently using the blows to
clear away most of the wax.  The bristly whip thing didn't leave any
long-lasting marks, but I couldn't imagine it feeling good.

   Eventually, she retied the two in a 69 position, so that each head was
bound to the other's crotch, with arms strapped around the back of the
other woman.

   Padma used her crop to whack her sister's ass rather forcefully before
grabbing her hair and pushing her face into Harley's pussy.  With her other
hand, the one holding the crop, she gestured for me to join them.

   As I walked over to join them, I heard a muffled voice from Harley but
couldn't quite make it out.  The panties had been removed, so any muffling
must have been from Parvati's pussy.  Padma understood her well enough to
roll her eyes, then she shoved the bound twosome over a bit onto their
sides so that Harley was more accessible.  She gave Harley two swipes with
the crop and grabbed the blonde by her hair.

   Pulling Harley's head a little back, she said, "There you go.  Now
you'll be quiet and eat what's in front of you if you know what's good for
you."

   So saying, she pushed Harley's face back into her sister's cunt, then
gave each of them a few more swipes with the crop on whatever flesh was
readily available before enlisting me to push their bodies back into place,
with Harley on bottom again.

   Having taken care of her charges, she turned back to me, smiled and
stood up on her toes, leaning in for another kiss.  Though I don't remember
it being mentioned in the books, both sisters had pierced tongues, and I
was quickly reminded of this as I felt the metal click against my teeth.

   It was easy to tell that Padma had been partaking in oral fun earlier by
the taste of juices in her mouth, though I couldn't specifically tell whose
juices they were.  Her attention was definitely on me now, as she firmly
grabbed my hard-on.  I was lead by my cock onto the bed, where my erection
was lightly covered with lube and fed into Parvati's ass.

   It must have been quite a sight.  Padma sat on the back of her bound
sister, offering her small, lovely breasts for me to lick and play with
while I pounded her sister's ass.  All the while, Parvati and Harley
continued to eat each other's cunts while Harley bore the weight of both
ladies as she was squashed underneath Parvati.

   After five or ten minutes, Padma apparently changed her mind about the
situation, perhaps feeling that she deserved more direct fun.  First, she
dismounted and moved to her sister's head, pulling it away from Harley's
pussy.  A few seconds later, Parvati was eagerly digging her tongue into
her sister's asshole.  After a couple minutes of that, Parvati repositioned
herself so she was stretched out face down on top of her sister and reached
back to pull her own ass cheeks apart, presenting me with a dark,
slobber-lubricated anus.

   While some lube was still needed, maybe this is a good time to point out
that both sisters were loose enough in both holes that entry wasn't much of
a problem.  Since they had gotten here, they had discovered Kegel
exercises, but...  yeah...  assholes not super tight.  None of which meant
it wasn't fun.

   I experimented with swapping between asses every minute or so, but Padma
threatened, "If you don't make me come and empty your load in my ass, I'm
going to shove the biggest plug I can find up my sister's ass to make the
situation clearer."

   Well, that really wasn't all that much of a threat, but all the same, I
focused on pounding Padma's ass.  Even without any direct clit play, Padma
was coming in less than five minutes.  I, however, probably still had
another fifteen minutes or more before I was ready to come.  I had sex so
often that 'staying power' wasn't so much a goal as a given.

   Fifteen minutes later, Padma had come multiple times, but contrary to my
prediction, I still wasn't much closer to my own climax.  Maybe Padma had
picked up on my problem, because she changed things up.

   She dismounted long enough to undo four straps, allowing the other two
to separate.  She also removed their earplugs but left the blindfolds in
place.  Parvati was made to kneel off to one side, while Harley was moved
behind me with orders to eat my asshole -- and she did so with an excited
comment of "Oh, yeah.  Ass muncher, away!" Padma repositioned herself on
all fours in front of me and had me insert my cock a couple inches inside
her ass.

   "Now, fill me up with your piss."

   I was...  well, I wasn't too surprised.  Watersports commonly played a
role whenever I was with the Patil twins, and it was easy to tell there was
a rubber sheet under the bed cover.  Though I didn't have a strong need to
urinate, I generally tend to stay well hydrated.  After almost a minute of
calming myself down, I finally squirted maybe twenty seconds worth of piss
into her bowels.

   I carefully pulled out while Padma angled her upper body down to keep as
much as possible inside her.

   "Parvati!  Mouth on ass, and drink it all down.  Frank, fuck her ass
while she drinks your piss.  Harley, keep doing what you're doing.  If
you're good, you can suck Frank's come out of my sister's ass."

   "All right, but I get the piss next time," Harley reluctantly agreed.

   "You'll drink and eat what you're given.  No complaints," warned Padma.

   Parvati blindly felt her way towards her sister's voice, and I helped
her find her goal.  I heard an odd slurping sound coming from the sight
before me, then I placed myself behind her and slowly started fucking
again. Harley clumsily followed, not letting go of my hips the entire time,
though she had pulled her face back until I was in my new position.

   This time around, I was fucking an almost identical ass, but with the
added sensation of a tongue moving in and out of my asshole, apparently
trying to reach my prostate.  With her head pressed up behind me, I
couldn't fuck as hard as before, but I didn't need to.  The added
stimulations, visually before me and physically behind me, were enough that
I finally came a few minutes later.

   True to her word, Padma had Harley orally clean out Parvati's ass while
I sat back and watched.  I knew there were still lines I wouldn't cross,
but I also knew that my so-called standards had changed.  I never would
have participated in sex like this a couple years ago.  It's just...  a few
of the household additions were so eager and willing to do things like this
that I couldn't stop them.  Most of the others would have left in disgust,
and a large part of me still agreed with them.  Still, as a once-in-a-while
kind of thing, it could be a nice change of pace.

   All the same, when Padma ordered Harley and her sister to lick my body
clean, I got up and led them into the bathroom.  Tongues that had licked
assholes would not touch me without having been cleaned first.

   After mouthwash and a shower, I left the three of them in the bathroom.
Last I saw, Harley's blindfold had been removed and she was kneeling in the
tub while Padma urinated all over her face, including into her eyes as
Harley tried not to close them.

   I asked Alpha to monitor them in the future to make sure they didn't
dive too deeply into dangerous depravity.  I was worried about possible
psychological damage if they focused too much on degrading sexual
encounters.

   * * *

   (BARONESS)

   The past few days had been full of frustrations.  Nothing was working
right.

   First, it was impossible to hack the computers.  Even Zarana, who was
the most skilled among us in that regard, could do nothing.  The operating
system was completely unknown.  It seems likely that Alpha does not run on
the OS, rather she IS the OS.  We cannot develop software on an independent
system to allow us to access Alpha because (1) there are no independent
systems available, (2) any system we physically disconnect from the network
either has wireless support or is immediately reconnected by nearby robots
and (3) our lack of information about Alpha and/or her operating system
means we'd be working blind anyway.

   Pity.  Subverting Alpha would be such a simple and powerful way of
taking control of the situation.

   Similarly, our one attempt to examine and alter one of the estate droids
ended badly, with all three of our paralyzed bodies returned to our rooms
for the rest of that afternoon as punishment.  After that little debacle,
Zarana refused to help any more for the time being.

   Casual explorations of the estate revealed at least three gun safes, and
their positioning implied the existence of two to four more if they were to
have even distribution and accessibility.  That was the only good news,
when it came to possibly acquiring weapons.

   All of the gun safes were completely sealed, as in, they had no visible
locks, keypads or biometric sensors.  The only reasonable conclusion was
that they were controlled by the house computer.  While we might be able to
engineer a situation where the safes would be opened, another major issue
made that plan less than ideal.

   Many of the residents were bulletproof, or at least, bullet resistant.
Along with faster-than-human reflexes and greater-than-human strength, came
tougher-than-human damage resistance.  An easily arranged minor accident in
the kitchen demonstrated that some of them had knife-proof skin, which led
to a discussion confirming their bulletproof nature.  In one case --
specifically, Diana, one of the women who met us by the lake when we first
arrived -- the subject is naturally resistant to bullets and knives, but
still wears unbreakable arm bands which she uses to literally intercept
bullets in her homeworld.  The reflexes needed for that are beyond belief.
(At least I knew she wasn't fast enough to intercept lasers, as I had seen
during our brief initial encounter.)

   So, for the moment, gaining the upper hand using weapons was out.

   We were able to perform an experiment one night, in bed with the lights
out, where we wrapped most of our heads, necks and upper torsos with metal
foil.  The idea was that we might be able to prevent communication with our
implants, thus avoiding being tracked or paralyzed.  The end result was
that we were paralyzed again a few minutes after the wrapping was finished.

   The next morning, Jessica woke us -- myself and the Cadet, that is, as
Zarana had declined to join the experiment -- by unwrapping the foil.  She
explained that she had been informed of our experiment before we had even
begun and had elected to let us remain paralyzed all night rather than
rouse herself from bed to help.  As it turns out, our implants are designed
to initiate paralyzation when they lose contact with the main computer, and
we were not the first to try such a ploy.  (They could have simply
clarified their early descriptions of the implants to say that 'disabling'
an implant included disconnecting it from network communication.)

   I have rather mixed feelings about Jessica.  She is certainly not the
worst guide we could have been assigned, but neither is she particularly
friendly.

   Arranging alliances wasn't working well either.

   First, I was refused access to Maleficent.  Alpha, Frank and Tiffany,
her personal keeper, all denied my requests to speak with her.  She is the
only person in the household with such restrictions.

   Ms.  Spectra was marginally helpful, pointing out that it was now
possible for the estate computer to listen in to any conversation anywhere
within the estate compound or at the company facility.  Beyond that, she
declined all other communication attempts.

   Most of my further covert communication and collaboration attempts were
done by writing notes or, in one case, tapping out Morse code messages.  I
do not know if either method is safe or simply draws attention to me, but I
will not abandon my goals so easily.

   "Princess" Python and Jessie are both apparently open to employment, but
only if I can offer hard currency, preferably gold or precious gems.  Of
course, I have no such resources at the moment.  Asp, who is Miss Python's
other teammate, refused my inquiries and refused to offer any explanations
as to why.  And after having spent a little time with her, I am not sure I
would want to hire Jessie, since she seems rather incompetent.

   Shego waved away my advances, explaining that she was "on vacation". 
From what I can tell, she and Python are the two I want most in my employ.

   I sent Zarana to feel out Jack for possible recruitment.  Zarana ended
up feeling her up more literally than I intended, but even that more
intimate connection was not enough to sway her into my service.

   The only common sentiment that could possibly be of use to bring others
into an alliance with me was along the lines of "if you could get me home,
I might feel differently".  The trouble is that (1) most of the women I've
interacted with are fairly content to remain here.  (2) Even with those who
want to go home, the central problem is obvious: If they could go home,
then they wouldn't remain in my employ.  For that matter, I wouldn't remain
here to hire them.  (3) As long as I'm daydreaming, why not come up with a
way to return to my home, taking with me those I would like to employ. 
Perhaps I could bring Frank with me too, as long as I'm fantasizing.

   I refuse to call this time 'wasted'.  Aspects of this situation needed
to be explored.  Even if nothing fruitful came from it, now I know.

   This brings us up to today, when our scheduled evening with Frank
finally happens.  From the information we had gathered, seducing him will
be easy but pointless in the long run.  While we might be able to provide a
memorable enough experience to gain favor, we will probably simply be
another notch on his bedpost.

   The three of us have had multiple discussions, debating how we should
approach this evening.  We even brought Jessica in for a couple of our
impromptu meetings.  Our travel restrictions mean that we are not allowed
to leave the estate, so many options are not available.  Should we simply
take him to bed?  We could set up a romantic dinner somewhere within the
estate grounds.  He has a nice theater, so dinner-and-a-movie is possible
(even if I did nearly vomit at the banality of the thought).

   Regardless, all options include plans to end with sex in his bedroom,
and we have variations open to ourselves there as well.

   Eventually, I decided our first 'date' should be personal and intimate
so we can get to know each other.  For future dates, we may go for more
invigorating pre-sex activities.

   I wore a thin, clingy evening dress which was cut to display my
magnificent cleavage, back and legs, along with uncomfortably tall, black
high heeled shoes.  As it seems obvious that he prefers intelligent women,
I made certain to wear my glasses to emphasize that aspect of myself.  The
cadet was outfitted in a thin white gown with white heels even taller than
mine.  She also wore a black choker and white leather wrist bands to
indicate her subservient status.  Zarana chose a bright red dress, somewhat
lower heels and a blood-red scarf.

   During her explorations of the mansion, Zarana had discovered a patio on
the roof.  While the view was not particularly wonderful -- too much light
pollution from bland architecture occupied by stupid, little people -- it
was much more private than any of the normal dining rooms.  So, we arranged
for some pleasant music -- I absolutely overruled Zarana's heavy metal
choices in favor of classical string chamber music -- and a small selection
of seafood and steak dishes.

   Frank, himself, showed up wearing a gorgeous dark gray, bespoke suit,
and...  I hesitate to admit this about anyone other than my darling Destro,
but my heart raced as I found myself unable to look away from him.  Knowing
he was to be mine this night made the feelings a thousand times stronger
than our initial meetings.  I am shamed to admit it, but were they side by
side, I fear that I would ignore Destro in favor of this man, even knowing
his lifestyle and general lack of availability.  I would even leave Cobra
to serve him.  I feel somehow lessened by the realization, but it does not
change things.  At some level, I knew that I must bring myself under
control, but knowing and doing are not the same thing.

   Much of dinner was a quiet blur to me.  I remember that I told some of
the story of how I rose from being an only child of an almost penniless
house of minor nobility to making the world shake at my passing.  No doubt
the Joes would greatly enjoy hearing the secrets of my past, if the
information was passed around, but I couldn't stop myself from the telling
when he asked.

   The conversation moved on to Zarana, and my mind fogged over somewhat. I
think I was able to avoid making a fool of myself, but I knew I had given
up what little control I had.

   I snapped out of my mental haze somewhat when I realized Zarana, in
telling one of her stories, had just admitted to helping the Joes once,
finally explaining how they had been able to get their hands on a cure so
quickly just when we were certain they would be destroyed.  She briefly met
my eyes without flinching, then continued on as if such admissions of
treason were common.  Perhaps they had paid her well, since she was, at her
core, only a mercenary, a fighter for the highest bidder.  I made a mental
note to ask for more details later.

   When it came time for the Cadet to tell her tale, it was expectedly
boring and common.  I found out her first name was Sarah, though I had no
interest in that level of familiarity.  At least she had graduated from
college, though 'Art History' hardly counts as a degree.  The only point of
interest was when I noticed her squirm and blush a bit when she glossed
over her training under Xamot and Tomax.  I briefly imagined them taking
her body simultaneously, using her as their sex toy under the guise of
teaching her seduction and sexual techniques.  I would enjoy drawing out
the details later.  Perhaps I even owed the twins thanks, since her
sexually subservient nature may well have come from their training.

   Finally, Frank reciprocated, telling the story of his creation of Alpha,
his rise to wealth and power, and how he was chosen by fate to collect a
harem of dimensionally displaced females.  Well, his descriptions were much
too modest for his obvious status.  Normally I despise false modesty, but
for some reason, it just made him more...  more powerful, in my eyes.  He
had the wealth, influence, intelligence and charisma that let him say and
do what he liked, so he could pretend modesty and charity, yet remain
undiminished.

   By the time he finished his tale, dinner had long past and we were
sipping wine under the stars.

   "So, now the question becomes, what do you want to do next?" he said,
setting his wine glass down.  "You choose our activities this evening.  I
know the expectations, but the choice is yours."

   Without a glance at the other two, I said, "I have heard many claims
regarding your skills and stamina.  I would like to see proof."

   "Fuck seeing proof.  I want to experience it," countered Zarana with her
normal social bluntness.  I suppose I should be grateful she had given up
the Australian accent for the evening.

   "As you wish, though I'd suggest we move inside first," he said with a
small smile.

   When we reached the rooftop door, he stopped us and kissed us each in
turn.  I...  I do not know how long my kiss lasted.  It felt like five or
ten minutes of bliss, but his kisses with the other two only lasted half a
minute or so, meaning it was likely mine was actually of similar length.

   A distant part of me wondered if seducing and pleasing women was his
superpower, amid a household of powerful women.

   Walking to his room was interminably slow, but the delay was instantly
forgiven as he kissed us again as we entered.

   Somehow, my dress was pooled on the floor behind me as I followed the
cadet to the very large bed in the center of the room.  She was just then
pulling her dress over her head.  I looked back to see Zarana just barely
finishing her own welcome kiss, her mouth hanging open as she distractedly
unzipped the back of her own scarlet dress.

   Zarana and I were both braless, and I didn't know where her scarf had
gone.  Cadet Demming, though, was wearing a strapless bra.  While she was
still holding her dress, looking for somewhere to put it, I moved behind
her and unsnapped the small, lacy thing, then swept her white, wet panties
down to her ankles.  I was certain my own panties were drenched.

   "Help Frank disrobe," I instructed, as I sat down on the edge of his
bed.

   Dressed only in her shoes, choker and wrist bands, she hurried to help
ease him out of his jacket and tie.  I kept watching as I unlatched the
straps on my shoes and set them aside.  His physique was slowly revealed to
be very healthy and nicely muscular.  He obviously didn't exercise to bulk
up; rather, his muscles were tight, indicating speed and flexibility.

   "What kind of material is this?" asked the Cadet, fingering Frank's
jacket as she carried it and his shirt to a nearby chair.

   "Oh, it's not actually the fabric that feels odd.  Most of my clothes
have been modified to act as a kind of ballistic armor.  The specifics are
a proprietary secret, but it will stop bullets from most hand-held guns and
can be effective for a dozen or more impacts"

   And suddenly my knees went weak, making me glad I was sitting.  Being
prepared against assassination attempts...  he might not be the perfect
man, but hearing something like that was like stroking my clit with a
vibrator.

   His member was long enough to peek out the bottom of his black silk
boxer shorts, and when, as Demming knelt before him, she pulled them down,
his erection sprang up with enough force to strike her across the face. 
While it was not the largest I had ever experienced, it was easily large
enough to satisfy...  somewhat larger than Destro's and perhaps thrice the
size of the Commander's little tool.

   "Looks to be a tasty size to me, huh?" commented Zarana as she sat down
next to me.

   Zarana, I noted, was now completely naked.  As I had been distracted
when I sat down, I hurried drew off my panties to match her nudity.

   Finally naked himself, Frank gently pulled the cadet to her feet and
kissed her.  He guided her over to the bed, sitting her next to me.

   "First?" he asked, looking us over.

   In answer, I moved back onto the bed and spread my legs in welcome.

   He nodded and moved onto the bed.  Instead of slamming into me, he
pulled me up to meet him and drove his tongue into my mouth.

   When we broke for air, I said, "Come on", and tried to wrap my legs
around his hips to pull him into me.

   "When I'm ready," he countered.  "I want to explore your body a bit
first."

   My offer of a generic, missionary, stick-it-in-and-rut fuck was
something of a test, albeit a rather minor one.  I would need to test a bit
more as it was hardly a definitive check, but a refusal to be led, to be
dominated by women in bed, was that final spark needed.  I could not
wholely bind myself to a man without a spine.  I could stomach a kind man
if I must, but not a submissive.  Looking back on it, that was a
counterproductive thought.  A sexually submissive man could more easily be
controlled and manipulated outside the bedroom, which should have been my
ultimate goal.

   My thoughts flowed away as his mouth worked its way down my neck,
lingering at my breasts long enough to set my nipples on fire before
continuing to my belly and womanhood.

   I climaxed as soon as his tongue touched my clitoris, then kept coming
for what felt like hours as he continued to work his magic.

   My consciousness finally refocused as I felt myself being turned over,
then my hips pulled up so that my lower body was propped up on my knees. 
Then I felt him enter me, his cock parting my flesh and sliding slowly
inside until he seemed to fill me completely.

   Then he was speaking, directing someone to move.  Suddenly, a completely
bald pussy presented itself before me, my head being placed in another
woman's lap.

   "Vhat?" I asked, trying to speak harshly, but I think it came out as
more of a wheeze.

   He leaned over my back and spoke softly in my ear.  "I want you to eat
her out while we fuck."

   "Vhat?  No," I said, realizing he was instructing me to eat out the
Cadet.

   "In my experience, people who are more submissive can sometimes be
overlooked in group situations.  I'm not going to let that happen tonight.
If you want me to fuck you..." He pulled back, then thrust back inside me.
"...  then you'll eat Sarah while I do so.  All right?"

   My dislike of eating her -- understand that I do not mind sex with
women, but I detest making such effort to satisfy someone of lesser
strength or status -- my reluctance melted away in the face of his resolve.
Later I would wonder at how easily I gave in, but right then, it just
seemed natural to do as he wished.

   Demming's pussy was a perfectly presentable example of female flesh, and
I had no difficulty locating her clitoris and getting to work.  Well, no
difficulty until Frank started fucking me.

   Initially, his strokes were long and slow, as we both got used to how it
felt, but before long he was pounding me, hard and relentlessly.

   I used one hand to stimulate my clit while my other arm held me in place
to keep working on Demming's pussy.  Though I cannot claim to be an expert
at cunnilingus, I generally don't receive any complaints, and Demming was
nicely responsive.  Even with the distraction of my own intercourse, I
easily ate her through two orgasms before my own sensations were too
overwhelming to continue.  Perhaps she received some measure of pleasure as
I cried my own climaxes into her nether regions, but at that point, I
didn't care.

   I never lost consciousness, but my ability to focus my thoughts was gone
by my third orgasm.  I eventually realized that I felt empty and looked
around.  Demming was holding me in her arms as my head lay back against her
belly.  Following her gaze, I saw Frank eating out Zarana.  Only then did I
notice that she had dyed her pubic hair pink to match her head, and I
wondered when she had done so and why I hadn't noticed before.

   After a couple minutes (or however long it had been since he started
with her), he knelt upright and pulled Zarana to him.  Apparently she would
be fucked on her back, whereas I had been fucked from behind.  Then he met
my gaze and tilted his head toward Zarana.

   "Baroness, it's your turn, if you'd like," he said.

   "Wot?" Zarana asked, turning her head to look at me.

   "It's her turn to get eaten.  It'll be your turn when I'm fucking
Sarah."

   It took me a minute to remember that Sarah was the cadet's given name.

   "Eh, sure thing.  It'll be nice to be able to give the Baroness a tongue
lashing and not have to worry about causing trouble."

   The damn woman was grinning at me.  I was tempted to refuse, then
realized that refusing oral sex in this situation was stupid.

   I settled myself onto Zarana's face, making sure I was facing Frank so
he could use my breasts for his pleasure, which was far better than having
to make due with the pink-haired barbarian's smaller endowments.

   This situation was eminently satisfactory.  It was not as mind-blowingly
wonderful as the fuck had been, but Frank did indeed avail himself of my
breasts, and his touch was like an electric fire.  Below me, Zarana ate me
out with more skill than I had expected.  She even spent a good part of her
time rimming and delving into my anus, an act I enjoyed receiving, but
never did myself, given how filthy and subservient it was.

   Overall, I had two good, solid orgasms until Zarana's own pleasure
overtook her too much for her to continue.  Having experienced Frank's
cocksmanship myself, I couldn't blame her for faltering.  But that didn't
mean I was done with her face.  Her chin and nose made adequate
masturbatory aids, so I rubbed against them to give myself one more climax.

   Then we were done, and Frank was moving on to the Cadet, eating her out,
then fucking her while Zarana rode her face.

   I took the time to confront my inner self about a few hard truths. 
Right at that moment, I felt that I would never...  could never leave
Frank. Destro was so far below him that it was no longer even a question as
to who I would choose.

   I was wholly myself and no slave to passion.  Not even a slave to Frank,
though I suppose some level of obedience to orders would be required on
occasion.  It was simply that we two were bound together by destiny.  Since
it was my unquestionable destiny to rule, Frank obviously must be part of
that same destiny.

   This knowledge was simply a recognition of something I innately knew to
be true, not a mere decision I made which might later be unmade.  My life
up to the time I passed through the Portal of the Ancients was obviously
just preparation for the life ahead of me, and I still had much work to do
over the next few months and years.

   Simultaneous orgasmic cries from Zarana and the Cadet brought me back to
the present, and I realized I was dissatisfied being left out of this
round, until I realized I could join in another way, if I was willing to
debase myself.  No, of course, I wouldn't...

   But...  I needed to convince Frank of these truths.  I needed to bind
myself to him so that he understood I would always be beside him.  Right at
that moment, Frank was having sex with two other women without me, meaning
there was little I could do right then to...  and my thoughts again
returned to dwell on...  on something I would never do...  But it might
help demonstrate that my newfound devotion to him was without limit.

   As I thought more about it, I realized that my debasement and my
pleasure were irrelevant.  If I was going to support Frank as I intended,
then his pleasure was paramount.

   I knelt behind him and watched his rhythm for a moment.  Moving with
him, I used my hands to spread his ass, exposing his dirty rose.  With only
a second's hesitation, I pressed my face forward and began licking.  The
taste was bitter, but the feeling that overcame me melted away any
reluctance I might have had.  Actually, it was much cleaner than I had
expected, which was a relief on some level, but even that relief was
irrelevant.

   I would give him pleasure.  I would give him power.  I would raise him
above the thrones of the world.  And at that specific moment, I would try
to use my tongue to massage his prostate, in the hope that I could give him
as much pleasure as he had given to me.

   * * * * *

   (The Following Monday)

   "How are the Baroness and Zarana and...  whatsername...  doing?"

   I turned to Scarlett.

   "Well, Zarana and Sarah weren't too much of a problem to begin with. 
Zarana is a mercenary.  I signed a standing contract with her that I'll
outbid any other offers for her services, including any from the Baroness,
who doesn't know about the contract yet.  They have to be real offers, but
basically, I put her on retainer.

   "Sarah...  Cadet Demming, that is...  she gets along with most other
people pretty well, she's just really dedicated to the Baroness.  Well,
more like, she's been conditioned to obey the chain of command, and the
Baroness is the only superior officer she has left.  She might eventually
be willing to break from her training, but for now, she seems uncomfortable
making big decisions on her own.

   "One interesting side note is that Sarah isn't actually in the Baroness'
chain of command.  She was part of the Crimson Guard, which is...  like...
Cobra Commander's elite troops or...

   "We know what the Crimson Guard is," said Scarlett patiently.

   "Oh, sorry, of course you would.  But the Baroness is part of Destro's
organization..."

   "Which is Cobra's weapon's supplier but not technically part of Cobra,"
finished Lady Jaye.

   "Right.  But she's been taking orders from the Baroness even though she
doesn't actually have the authority..."

   "Frank," interjected Scarlett, "thank you, and yes, it is somewhat
interesting, but you don't need to explain it to us.  It's not very
unexpected, even if it isn't according to military protocol.  Baroness is a
well-known top-level commander.  Her not being in Cobra's official chain of
command might be a useful loophole if you want to separate her from the
Baroness, but otherwise, it doesn't help much."

   Right, I thought to myself.  Don't try to lecture people on subjects
they know a lot more about than you.

   "Speaking of, any news about the Baroness?" asked Lady Jaye with a grim
smile.

   "She...  ummm...  Well, on the plus side, she's changed her goals
somewhat."

   "How so?" Scarlett pressed, the two of them coordinating their
conversational push.

   "Instead of wanting to take over the world for herself, Alpha is pretty
sure she wants to set me up as ruler of the world.  With her by my side, of
course."

   "Why would she do that?" asked Jinx, piping up for the first time.

   I couldn't explain was why.  Well, I COULD, but I wouldn't.  Y'see,
about one in every twenty or so newcomers will fixate on me very strongly.
Moreso than everyone else, that is.  When the fixation actually kicks in
varies a bit, but if it happens, it always happens between our first
meeting and the first time we have sex.

   Remember when Eiko was first awakened?  She could panic just from not
seeing me for a few hours.  She slowly gained control over herself, meaning
now she could go for up to a couple weeks before she started losing it,
assuming she had at-will access to data indicating I was alive and well. 
So, it was kind of like that, though Eiko was a unique case and we didn't
count her for our 1/20 statistic.

   The specific symptoms of a fixation varied from person to person.  For
example, with Luna Lovegood, her personality was too calm and laid back to
be comparable to the Baroness.  Luna's symptoms including her giving me a
gift of some sort every day, ranging from an arrangement of fresh cut
flowers to an artistic nude photo or a special dessert.  I knew she was
working with Alpha to create a genetically created Chimera as a new pet,
which she was going to call a Rumple Snorcack or something, intending to
give it to me for some special occasion.  I also knew she tended to watch
live video streaming of me in her spare time, even if all I was doing was
sitting at a computer keyboard.

   Laila Orange (from Rainbow Brite's group of MILFs) showed her fixation
by leading groups of housemates in putting together weekly surprises for
me. One week, she might arrange an erotic tableau as dinner entertainment.
Another week might result in a life-sized sculpture using body molds from
various household women.  Once she set up erotic carnival games with sexual
favors and points as prizes.

   And a big old flashing-red-light warning: Such fixations can go very,
very wrong.  E.g., Maleficent was fixated on me.  She showed it by trying
to manipulate me and others to drive wedges between everyone else and
myself.  When I rejected her and partially cut her off from me in response,
she talked Death Adder into trying to kill me.  I'm not sure what else I
could have done with her.  Yes, I had made things worse by rejecting her,
but she was poison to begin with.

   With Baroness, it wasn't nearly as bad as with Maleficent.  With her, it
had started the night of our first date.  While she wouldn't panic from my
absence, she became more and more tense the longer we were apart.  Just
spending a few minutes in my presence would help calm her down.  In the
past few days, I started a new policy of spending at least a couple minutes
with her every day, if only to keep Cadet Demming from being too horribly
abused by Baroness taking out her frustrations.

   I might have expected the fixation to mellow her out a bit, make her a
bit less militaristic.  Rather the opposite was true.  It seemed that, to
her, she fixated on my safety, my pleasure and my power and how to enhance
all three for me.  And she approached these goals with all the ruthlessness
she could muster (or was allowed to muster, given her restrictions and
implant).  She had also begun working with Alpha, developing different
scenarios and responses related to government investigations, attacks by
soldiers/criminals/mercenaries, and so on.

   To the G.I.  Joe ladies, I shrugged and offered a different but related
tidbit.  "Last I heard, she wants to be put in charge of my bodyguards. 
Selection, training and scheduling and such.  I'm not even sure I want her
on the bodyguard team, let alone in charge of them, but she does actually
have some good training ideas, so she'll probably be involved somehow."

   Lady Jaye arched an eyebrow.  "That brings up another question, which
would be, do you want us to be on your bodyguard team?  Cause if so, I'm
not going to work under the Baroness."

   "You three certainly have the skills and training, but it's up to you.
As for the Baroness, she's not going to be in charge of the team anytime
soon.  Depending on how much she's willing to change her ways and goals,
she might become part of the household security or bodyguard teams beyond
training, but even that won't happen for a while.

   "Now," I said putting the mallet over my shoulder.  "Do you mind if I
ask a question?"

   "Shoot," said Scarlett with a nod.

   "Why did you want to play croquet after dinner if we aren't actually
going to play?"

   "I'm still not sure why we decided to play croquet at all," commented
Jinx quietly.

   "It was a compromise," explained Scarlett.  "We wanted to play something
after dinner which wouldn't mess up our clothes and didn't involve cards."

   For some reason, she said that last bit while staring hard at Jinx, who
studiously ignored her as she lined up her mallet and ball, then easily
tapped through the first two wickets.

   "We also wanted something that would allow for easy conversation," added
Lady Jaye.

   "And was outside," added Scarlett.

   "And was boring," complained Jinx as she sent her ball accurately
through but well beyond the third hoop.  "Dammit." She was able to return
to the field of play with her last stroke, but her turn was over.

   With a small laugh, Lady Jaye dropped her ball into place onto the
ground and, without even seeming to aim, tapped it through the first two
hoops.  A similarly casual hit sent it perfectly through the third wicket
so the ball stopped inches past her goal.  "Remember, Jinx, a gentle touch
can be much more effective at getting what you want."

   She looked over and gave me a small smile as she walked over to her
ball.

   Needless to say, an after dinner game of croquet was NOT how I imagined
the evening going.  Yes, most of the time, newcomers want to do something
else first to avoid seeming too desperate for sex, but this wasn't exactly
a normal lead-in for a night of wild passion.

   With the G.I.  Joe ladies, I had expected something...  I don't know...
more violent, or at least more athletic or cunning.

   When my turn came up, I made it through the third wicket before missing
my fourth shot, well behind Scarlett and Lady Jaye, who had made it through
#6 and #10, respectively.

   "So, why not cards?" I asked.

   "What?"

   "Earlier, you said playing cards was out, but didn't give a reason."

   "She's the reason," said Scarlett, looking at Jinx.

   "One time!" Jinx said angrily, lining up her shot.  "I try some sleight
of hand with cards one time, and nobody ever wants to play cards with me
again.  I wasn't even trying to win; I just wanted to see if I could do
it." Through gritted teeth, she quietly growled, "It was part of my
training.  If your sensei challenges you to do something, then you better
damn well do it."

   "Oh, that's not a problem here," I reassured them.

   "Really?  I'd figure you have way too many people living here who would
be pretty good at card...  uhhh...  'tricks'."

   "Sure we do.  And we also have a supercomputer that can observe and spot
any trickery.  In fact, we have a standing prize offer for anyone who is
able to get something past Alpha when she's officiating."

   "Well, why didn't you say so?" exclaimed Jinx, throwing her mallet away.
"Let's play some poker!"

   "Let's finish this round first," I countered.  "I don't like leaving
things unfinished.  If everyone agrees, then whoever wins will get to pick
the game."

   Which is how we went from croquet to Lady Jaye dealing out seven card
stud poker in a private room.

   I was actually pretty good at poker, or more accurately, I had learned
various tricks which allowed me to break other people's concentration, as
long as those other people were unnaturally attracted to me.  As a result,
I had won fourth and second places in our two household poker tournaments,
which were popular enough that we were semi-officially going to have one
every six months from now on.

   Since the Joes didn't have any real money with them -- not real money as
far as this world was concerned -- our first six hands were played purely
for chips.

   With the seventh hand, Scarlett took over as dealer.

   "All right, people," she said as she shuffled expertly.  "I'm a
traditionalist in some ways.  Five card draw, Jokers wild, $10 ante, $5
minimum raise.  AND articles of clothing can be cashed in for $50 each. 
That's right..." Her grin took on a predatory appearance.  "Strip poker. 
No clothing buy backs allowed; once it's off, it stays off.  Oh, and for
things like socks and shoes, the pair counts as a single item."

   Strip poker of one sort or another was probably the most common type
played in this household, so it wasn't much of a surprise to me.

   I looked around the table.  Lady Jaye was the only one blushing, but she
made no move to object or withdraw.

   While all three were dressed nicely, none wore evening gowns, which made
sense since they had planned on playing croquet.  Lady Jaye wore nice
trousers and a blouse.  Scarlett wore a lovely sun dress that came down to
mid-thigh.  And Jinx wore a silk blouse and skirt.

   The betting went up significantly as we started the new game.  I guessed
Lady Jaye would be the mostly likely to start stripping first, since she
was either not a good card player or was too easily distracted, but she bet
very conservatively, never risking much.

   After another dozen hands, Scarlett and I were both still fully dressed,
and Lady Jaye had only lost her shoes as her chips disappeared rather
slowly, supplemented with occasional wins, as opposed to Jinx, who bet big
and often.

   The no-buy-back rule mean that Jinx had lost her blouse, skirt and
shoes, but a couple of her big bets had paid off, giving her a nice stack
of chips, meaning she wasn't in danger of losing her bra or panties anytime
soon.

   When Lady Jaye finally lost her shirt, she revealed a very impressive
rack.  She kept her chest tied down most of the time and wore loose tops,
but when her bra was bared, it was obvious she wore at least a DD cup.

   Why did she try to keep it hidden?  I could think of a few reasons.  She
was, more or less, a tomboy, and tomboys usually avoid showing off
femininity.  Also, any female soldier that looked sexy might not be taken
seriously by her peers.  Plus, I had no idea whether or not their
non-cartoon version of Cobra (or GI Joe) had a problem with rape, but if it
did, anything to avoid such attention might be a blessing.

   Regardless of the reasons, it was obvious that Jinx hadn't seen this
side of Lady Jaye before, as she gave a small whistle.  "Damn.  Wish I had
tits that size."

   "One, you wouldn't think so if you actually had them.  Two, shut the
hell up before I shoot your face off." For all her normally good humor, it
was obvious this was a sore point for Lady Jaye.

   I decided to draw away some of her unwanted attention and cashed in my
shirt for a big bet with the next hand.  My bluff worked, so I got a lot a
chips, but I stayed shirtless from then on.  While I don't exercise for
bulk strength, I do exercise regularly to stay fit, so I am comfortable
with showing off my body a little.  Plus it usually gives me a
distraction-based advantage, which, on this occasion, I used to win
Scarlett's shoes and a nice hunk of Jinx's chips.

   The next things to go, in order, were Jinx's bra (showing off her small,
but very pleasant, A-cup breasts), Lady Jaye's trousers, my shoes,
Scarlett's pantyhose, my socks, Lady Jaye's bra, and finally Lady Jaye's
panties.

   Without any authority to do so, Scarlett declared that losers must
remain naked as long as the game continued, but since they were out of the
game, they had to move their chairs back from the table, thus giving the
rest of us a nice view.  Although Lady Jaye crossed her arms and legs to
obstruct our view, I was able to tell that she possessed a rather full
bush.

   (At that point, I made a bet with myself that one of the other two would
have a fully shaved pubis.  Most of the time, groups of arrivals would
include a range of body types, fitness levels and hair styles, usually
including at least one woman with untrimmed or minimally trimmed pubic hair
and one who was fully bare.  Of course, that was a general observation, not
an absolute rule.  For example, every single one of the Kim Possible group
had completely hairless nether regions, and none of Rainbow Brite's group
had been fully denuded when they arrived, although that was no longer the
case.)

   Jinx followed shortly thereafter with the loss of her panties.  Jinx had
little of Lady Jaye's modesty, proudly showing off her completely bare slit
(thus letting me win my bet with myself).  She moved her chair next to Lady
Jaye's so the two could whisper and observe together.  I noticed she took
every opportunity to touch the older woman and bush...  I mean, brush... 
up against her.

   Back in the game, I slowly won enough hands to rob Scarlett of her sun
dress, revealing that she had gone bra-less tonight.  Her pale B-cup
breasts held up just fine without a bra, though I'm sure she wore one most
of the time.

   Then she started winning again.  Maybe twenty minutes after she lost her
dress, I lost my pants, meaning we were both down to our underwear.

   Somehow, we had stayed with five card draw throughout the entire strip
poker run.  With only a handful of chips left and three sequential diamonds
in my hand, I decided to risk drawing for a possible flush or straight.  As
I got back a four of clubs and the Queen of Spades, Alpha spoke up over a
speaker in the ceiling.

   "Please note that Scarlett just dealt Frank's last cards off the bottom
of the deck."

   All eyes turned to her as she flushed a deep red.

   "You cheated?" I asked accusingly.

   "I...  I...  I..."

   "Little Miss Won't-Play-With-Me-Because-She-Thinks-I-Cheat-At-Cards
deals off the bottom of the deck?" asked Jinx with narrowed eyes.

   "I...  I...  I just wanted...  I mean, the game was lasting a long time,
and I wanted..."

   "It's not like I have a good hand," I said, turning over my cards. 
"What cards was I supposed to get?"

   "I...  I..."

   I reached over, took the deck from her unresisting fingers and flipped
over the top two cards, showing them to be a Joker and a nine of Clubs.

   "Well, getting these two would have given me a pair of tens instead of a
completely worthless hand," I commented sarcastically.

   "I...  I...  I didn't know what the rest of your hand was, I just
noticed that the Joker...  one of the Jokers, that is...  has a little
notch on one corner, and I really wanted to win so that...  that..."

   The other two had flanked her, and I briefly noted that Lady Jaye had
forgotten her modesty for the moment.

   "Well," I asked aloud, "what should we do with her?"

   "A public flogging in every room?" suggested Jinx.

   "This isn't the 19th century British navy," Lady Jaye pointed out. 
"Frank's the one she tried to cheat, so he should get to decide.  Before
that, though...  Strip!"

   The order was directed at Scarlett, not me.

   "You can't give me orders, Sergeant!" snapped Scarlett.

   "Yes, sir, Sergeant Major," responded Lady Jaye with a parody of a
salute, swinging her boobs back and forth.  "Except that we're both
noticeably out of uniform, off duty, and neither of us have a valid rank in
any military organization in this world.  Plus, you just tried to cheat at
poker."

   "I...  I..."

   As one, Lady Jaye and Jinx pulled Scarlett up so her chest rested on top
of the table, then they pulled her panties down to the floor.

   Given Scarlett's position, I couldn't blame Jinx for giving in to
temptation as she gave her superior officer three quick swats to her bare
behind.

   "What do you say, sir?" asked Jinx, looking over at me.  "Would a
thorough spanking be an appropriate punishment?"

   "Since it's her first offense, that sounds much more reasonable than
flogging," I agreed, moving my chair back from the table.

   Scarlett didn't resist as the other two pulled her over to me and placed
her over my bare thighs.  She really did have a top notch ass.  Aside from
three different scars I could see -- one on her left thigh and two on her
back -- her skin was smooth and clear, with enough muscle to show she was
healthy and enough curves to show she was a woman.

   I blatantly took advantage of the situation and rested my hand on her
posterior while I looked up to speak with the other two.

   "So, how many swats do you think would be appropriate?"

   "Fifty," suggested Jinx instantly.

   "Twenty," Lady Jaye countered.

   "Thirty for cheating, twenty for being a hypocrite," insisted Jinx.

   "Thirty for cheating," I partially agreed, "but I don't think being a
hypocrite is a spankable offense."

   "Thirty," Lady Jaye agreed.

   "From each of us," argued Jinx.

   "Feeling a bit bloodthirsty, are we?" asked Lady Jaye.

   "It's not like spanking will actually hurt her.  Hell, she'll probably
get off on it."

   "Of course it hurts!" declared Lady Jaye in surprise.  "Last time, I
couldn't sit...  never mind."

   "Last time?" pressed Jinx.  Even Scarlett, who had been silently
listening to her punishment being decided, craned her neck to look up at
Lady Jaye.

   "Never mind," insisted Lady Jaye as she blushed.

   "No, no, I think we're all incurably curious now," countered Scarlett.

   "I...  It's nothing big.  It's just...  you know, bedroom games.  Last
time I got spanked...  paddled, really...  it was difficult to sit down for
a while."

   "And who was it who paddled you?" asked Scarlett.

   "No one," she said quietly.

   "What was that?" asked Scarlett with a touch of authority, which was a
neat trick given her position.

   "Flint, of course," she said almost too quiet to hear.

   "Fraternization within the ranks?" Scarlett said threateningly.

   "Oh, piss off," said Jinx, stepping up in defense.  "Everyone knows
about you and Snake Eyes."

   "Who is in a different chain of command," explained Scarlett.

   "And you and Duke," added Lady Jaye.

   "You...  uhhh...  you know about Duke?" asked a chastened Scarlett.

   "Of course I do, you little red-headed slut.  All right, give her
forty," ordered Lady Jaye, turning her attention to me.  "And you have
permission to feel her up as much as you like."

   "What?  That was never..." started Scarlett.

   I cut her off with a firm smack with my palm applied to her asscheeks,
wanting to avoid any debate on that last point.  "Count off," I said
firmly.

   "One," she muttered.

   I spanked her again a bit harder.  "Count off so everyone can clearly
hear you," I instructed.  "Start over and get it right."

   "One, sir.  May I have another!" she called out firmly, diving headlong
into the spirit.

   "Very good," I said, and gave her another swat.

   "Two, sir.  May I have another?"

   The 'may I have another' bit didn't last, but she counted off loudly and
clearly as we went.

   Every five count, I paused to explore her anatomy.  It was as much for
my pleasure as to give my hand a break.  Given how quickly her quim went
from wet to swampy, it was for her pleasure too.  My tactile explorations
also revealed something I had missed before: she maintained what some of my
women called a 'slut cut'.  While she retained a trimmed bush of pubic hair
above her vagina, all hair on the sides of her labia and below had been
removed.

   When I paused at twenty, I got the other two involved, silently
gesturing them to come closer, then guiding their hands to fondle
Scarlett's ass and dip their fingers in her gash.

   I made a show of licking her juices off my fingers, then dipping them
back between her nether lips, moving them around, then putting my fingers
into Scarlett's mouth, making her clean her own juices from my hand.

   Jinx got into it too, pulling on Scarlett's labia, rubbing her clit,
then reaching down to her breasts as they hung next to my thighs and
rubbing the juices onto Scarlett's hard nipples.

   When I paused again at 30, I changed my target.  Instead of rubbing
Scarlett's cunny, I stroked and dipped my fingers into Jinx's vagina as
Jinx played with Scarlett's cunt.  Then I followed my previous pattern of
licking my fingers clean, rewetting them from the same source and making
Scarlett clean then again.

   Lady Jaye had earlier joined in when she had the chance to feel up
Scarlett, but Jinx had to literally push her into close enough proximity
for me to repeat my actions with her hairy slit.  Lady Jaye was easily as
wet as the other two, and as soon as I actually touched her, she shuddered
and stopped resisting.

   To her credit, Scarlett showed no reluctance at all as we went.  Her ass
cheeks were now a bright pink, and she had knowingly tasted both her
friends' and her own vaginal juices.  (And my palm was sore and I had
tasted all three as well.)

   When I finally reached forty, I placed one hand on her back to gently
keep her in place for a moment longer.  With my other, I again slathered my
fingers with her fluids, but this time I gestured Jinx, then Lady Jaye to
come close.  I unhurriedly fed my wet fingers to each of them in turn,
making sure each had thoroughly cleaned my digits before letting them back
away.

   I finally let Scarlett stand, and I noticed she, seemingly on accident,
brushed one hand against my very hard erection.  It shouldn't have been a
surprise to her, since it had been pressing against her belly the entire
time.  I made no effort to hide it as I addressed the three of them.

   "All right.  The punishment is over, and we're all friends again.  Now,
I won't presume to speak for you, but I am going to go to my bedroom, since
this isn't the best venue for anything more intimate.  Any of you that want
to join me are welcome, but I would ask that if you want to do so, you let
me hold onto your underwear for the time being."

   I stood and started to reach for my pants, then paused.

   "If I may press my luck, one more thing first."

   Scarlett was still closest to me, so I reached out and drew her close to
me, pressing her naked body to mine.  Then I gave her a tender but firm
kiss, with just a bit of tongue action.  It must have lasted longer than I
meant, because she gasped a bit for breath when we finally broke off.

   Without saying anything else, I let her go and moved on to Lady Jaye,
who happened to be closer than Jinx.  She gripped me much harder than
Scarlett had, but other than that, it was much the same flavor of kiss,
though it might have lasted slightly longer.

   When I broke off and turned to Jinx, she practically threw herself at
me, and she didn't limit herself to a kiss.  Her hands worked their way
under my boxers to grip my ass while her tongue attempted to ravage my
mouth.  Before the kiss was over, one of her hands made its way to the
front to grasp and stroke my cock.  When we broke off, most of my cock was
sticking out the top of my boxers, and Jinx made a show of licking my
precum off her fingers.

   As we all hurriedly put on our clothes, I was unsurprisingly presented
with a small pile of bras and panties.  Scarlett's underwear was especially
sticky, since she tried to use it to clean herself up a little.  After she
gave me her panties, I pointedly picked up her pantyhose too in order to
keep her from having anything on under her dress.

   Walking upstairs to my bedroom was a bit interesting.  Scarlett was
basically clothed in a sundress and shoes, and I had little doubt she had
drips working their way down her bare legs as she climbed the stairs.  Both
she and Lady Jaye were obviously blushing at the near-exhibitionist display
they imagined they were putting on.  In fact, the hesitant way they walked
was the only reason anyone might pay close attention to them.

   Jinx similarly wore a skirt with nothing on underneath, but (1) she
hadn't received a very sexually-oriented spanking to make her extra-wet and
(2) she seemingly didn't care anyway.  In fact, Jinx walked directly in
front of me and twice ruffled her skirt so that anyone behind her could
glimpse her tight, toned ass.

   Anyway, the walk only took a minute or so.  Once my bedroom door was
closed behind us, Jinx was naked in the blink of an eye.

   "Let's get this orgy started!" she exclaimed.

   She threw herself on the bed and started yelling for us to "Take it off,
baby!", along with whistles and general cat calls.

   Scarlett slowly took off one shoe at a time, and Lady Jaye seemed to
suddenly clutch her clothes tighter.  They obviously weren't ready to strip
for an audience, even an audience of one.

   I decided to draw attention to myself to alleviate the tension, so I
began an exaggerated striptease for the three of them, rolling my hips and
flashing one side of my chest at a time as I opened and closed my shirt. 
Well, understand I am not a good dancer, so it was more like a parody of a
striptease.  Even so, when my shirt finally came off, I think Jinx would
have thrown some dollar bills at me if she had them.

   As I kicked off my shoes, pretending they were high heels, I was able to
get a good, sidelong glance at the other two, and my gambit was working. 
They were both staring at me while they slowly continued to strip.

   Actually, not quite.  Lady Jaye had dropped her blouse and was slowly
working her pants off, but Scarlett had just stopped to watch.

   I worked my way over to her, latched on to one of her hands and pulled
her close.  Then I felt around behind her until I found the zipper.  I
pulled it down, then deliberately pulled the dress' two straps off of each
shoulder.  I had a vague notion of trying to spin her like a dancer, but
there wasn't an obvious way to do so that didn't risk a tangled collapse to
the floor.

   She cut short my vague plans, crossed her arms in front of her and
rolled her hips.  The dress fell to the floor cleanly.  A blouse flew in
from behind me and covered Scarlett's face.

   "Oh, for goodness sake," said an exasperated and naked Lady Jaye as she
walked up behind us.  "Just take it off."

   Scarlett pulled Lady Jaye's blouse from her face in time to see my pants
and underwear being yanked to the floor.

   Apparently my attempted clowning had somehow caused her to snap...  in a
good way.

   "Now, go.  Fuck little miss ninja cheerleader first," she said as she
gave me a push.

   "Ninja cheerleader for the win!" crowed Jinx, spreading her legs.

   I paused at the edge of the bed to pull off my socks, and said,
"Actually, I plan to eat you first.  Each of you, that is."

   I glanced back at the other two Joes who were right behind me.  When I
looked back at Jinx, she was proving how limber she was by hooking her
ankles behind her head.  The resulting contortion didn't give her much
freedom of movement, but it did mean she had a much closer view of her own
vagina.

   I had an unusual moment of self-consciousness as I felt my hard-on swing
back and forth between my legs as I crawled to her, but I dismissed my
minor embarrassment as I leaned in to kiss her.  Our tongues stroked and
stabbed at each other until I pulled back and settled down with my face in
her raised crotch.

   Her labia seemed a bit thin and her clit a bit small, but even so, she
reacted nicely to my initial strokes and licks.  It was a little odd to eat
someone out without feeling their thighs press alongside my head or their
legs and feet on my back, but it was a nice change of pace.

   As it turns out, Jinx was a squirter.  I swear that even if she had
pissed a full bladder on me, it would have produced less fluid than what
she squirted on me.  Both I and my bed were soaked in her juices, to the
point where Lady Jaye actually retrieved a couple towels from my bathroom
for us to use.  And in case anyone is curious, she tasted like a normal
woman, instead of the bland pale taste of a newly born artificial woman.

   My normal procedure -- cunnilingus, then coitus, then repeat on next
woman -- was derailed somewhat as Lady Jaye laid herself out next to Jinx.
And when I finally pulled away from Jinx, she uncoiled herself and rolled
off to the side a little to recover, effectively passing my mouth off to
the next woman in line.

   Lady Jaye didn't have the body of a contortionist martial artist, so
eating her out was much more normal.  Still very enjoyable, of course.  I
can't tell you how much I love seeing women orgasm as a result of my
attentions.  I even view the light bruising I sometimes get when feet pound
my back as marks of pride.

   I'm honestly not sure how many orgasms I gave Jinx.  With Lady Jaye, I
can say with some certainty that I gave her two.  She might not flood the
room with fluids like Jinx, but she is very vocal and demonstrative when
she comes.  Plus she really pounds my back with her heels when she
climaxes.

   When I finally moved on, Scarlett had me flip over onto my back so she
could ride my face.  I'm not certain if that was because her ass was too
sore from the spanking or if she just preferred that position.  It's not
like I minded.

   While I ate Scarlett, I felt one, then two pairs of hands, then mouths,
playing with my cock and balls.  I was already pretty hard, but the
stimulation was getting to be more than I could handle.  I tried to warn
them I was about to cum, but Scarlett wouldn't let up long enough for me to
speak, so my first pulse of sperm soon exploded all over the other two
women.  A mouth quickly sealed itself over my cock, catching the rest of
it.

   Scarlett leaned back, and from my partially blocked viewpoint, I was
able to see a hand moving over and around her mouth.  From how she licked
the other woman's fingers and her own lips, I was pretty sure my jism had
just been fed to her.  Then I clearly saw Jinx move up and kiss her, with
tongues being very active.

   Another pair of hands, matched with another pair of lips, pumped and
sucked hard on my penis, quickly working it back to full stiffness.  I put
some extra effort into my own tongue action, and Scarlett orgasmed again,
giving a muffled cry that was swallowed by Jinx's kiss.

   I was pretty sure that was Scarlett's third climax, and I was about to
gently indicate it was time for her to dismount, when I felt my cock being
engulfed by a lowering vagina.  I was pretty sure it was Lady Jaye, which I
confirmed when the woman finally fully seated herself on me and I could
feel pubic bush rubbing against my skin.

   I suddenly realized something and pushed Scarlett hard enough to free my
mouth.  "Condom!" I spoke loud enough for all three to hear.

   All three of them seemed to freeze for a few seconds, then Lady Jaye
said, "It's all right.  We all have birth control implants."

   "Yeah," agreed Jinx.  "They're required when we sign up."

   Scarlett finally lifted herself off of me, acting as if her body weighed
a thousand pounds.  m

   I was about to raise my head and torso off the bed when Jinx swung one
leg over my head and settled her ass onto my face.  She was facing Lady
Jaye, so her anus was right over my nose as she leaned forward.  My view
was worse than ever, but I caught enough glimpses to tentatively confirm
that she was kissing Lady Jaye and playing with her nice, large breasts.

   For maybe five minutes, I was kept in this position.  Some days, I'm
fine with being ridden, but that evening, as soon as Jinx came and I was
able to move her off my face, I sat up, embraced Lady Jaye, rolled us over
and laid her back down so I was on top.  To pull off a move like that
without disengaging requires some experience, but fucking-related
experience was my strong point.

   Almost as soon as I started pounding her, fucking with much more force
than she had when she had been on top, she came.  I kept going, trying to
feel whether or not I could push her into a multi-orgasmic chain, and was
rewarded two minutes later with an even bigger climax.  I was unable to
keep going because this second orgasm caused her to latch onto me tightly
with her legs, then use the purchase to pull herself up so she was clinging
to my kneeling form.

   "I want one of those," said a voice off to the side.

   I looked off to the side to see Scarlett and Jinx kneeling side by side,
each of them slowly masturbating.  Lady Jaye had surprised me enough that I
wasn't actually certain which of them had spoken.

   Meanwhile, Lady Jaye began a slow collapse.  Her legs released me, and
her upper body fell back onto the bed.  With a bit of an undulating motion,
coupled with pushes from her legs, she pulled away from me, letting my
still hard manhood spring out.  She wasn't watching though, and just
continued to crawl away until she rolled onto her side and seemed to fall
asleep.

   Knee-walking away from her, I turned to the other two.  "Uhhh...  Next?"
I asked.

   That set off a flurry of pushing and quiet cursing.

   Believe it or not, this told me a great deal about the sexual
experiences of these women.  While Lady Jaye's climax had been a very
pleasant result, it was far removed from the most spectacular orgasms I've
seen women have, probably rating a 7, or maybe an 8, on my own private 1-10
orgasm scale.  (Tens are rare and usually result in reducing the woman to
unconsciousness or at least removing their ability to communicate.  Fives
are the minimum I'm happy with, when it comes to ending an evening
encounter.)

   What this meant to me was that none of these women had ever had great
sex before.  I'm not trying to sound conceited.  Yes, I do have a great
deal of experience and stamina, but both are due to years of daily fucking
with a variety of women.  Also, remember that all of these women have an
unnatural attraction for me, meaning they are pre-primed for sexual
encounters with me, giving me quite an edge.

   As they fought, I watched absentmindedly for a moment.  When I noticed
that Jinx had Scarlett in an arm lock, I broke out of my train of thought
and broke in with a suggestion.

   "Rock, paper, scissors?"

   The two briefly glared at each other, then Scarlett released her hold on
Jinx's short hair and Jinx released the arm lock.

   A minute later, Scarlett was spread out before me while Jinx was
arranging herself next to us, making it clear that I was welcome to switch
to her any time I wanted.

   I settled into a rhythm with Scarlett and, without breaking stride,
looked over at Jinx and said, "All right, let's mix this up a little."

   I slowed a little as I reached down and gently turned their heads to
face each other.  This was a slight risk since not all of the new women
were bi-sexual, but it was a calculated risk based on observations
throughout the evening.  Jinx was obviously a bit more sexually free than
Scarlett and Lady Jaye, and Scarlett had definitely been interested in
enjoying the view when the other two had been on display during our strip
poker game.  Plus, I was still reasonably sure the two had been making out
a little while I was being ridden earlier.

   My little gamble paid off as the two of them began kissing.  Jinx was
definitely more into it than Scarlett, but then again, Scarlett was
somewhat occupied with being fucked.  I watched as Jinx played with her
teammate's nipples, rubbed her belly, ran her fingers through her long hair
and kissed her deeply.

   While they played, I experimented a little, trying slightly different
angles of thrust and hip elevations.  Before long, I had pulled Scarlett's
beautiful long legs up against my chest and was fucking her with her hips
slightly off the bed.  She seemed to respond the most in this position, and
it also gave me free rein to run my hands up and down her legs.

   I felt her clutch and freeze up a bit, accompanied by a muffled intake
of breath, which I took as my opportunity to speed up and pound harder.

   She didn't faint away, but her upper body started twisting and one hand
started grabbing and pulling at the bedding while the other fiercely
grabbed and held Jinx's head in a impassioned kiss.

   The scene was wearing on me, both physically and in terms of my self
control, so when she froze up again, I pumped half a dozen more times and
slowed to a stop.

   Scarlett fell limp as I carefully pulled out.

   "How was it?" whispered Jinx, just loud enough for me to hear.

   "S'good.  You'll like it," she mumbled.

   Scarlett didn't roll over to go to sleep, but she seemed content to just
stay stretched out on her back and watch us.

   "Give me a minute," I panted, looking at Jinx.  "I'm a bit too close. 
Need to calm down a little."

   "Sure thing," she said, moving to sit next to me.  "You probably deserve
a reward or something for all your hard work."

   "In this case, the work is the reward."

   "Yeah, but most guys are just interested in getting their nut off," she
countered.

   "Then they're being stupid and selfish.  One of the best sights in the
world is seeing a woman climax."

   "Uh huh," she vaguely agreed.  Jinx was apparently more interested in
lightly gripping my cock and slowly stroking it up and down, making certain
I didn't go soft.

   "So, do you have any preferences?" I asked.

   "Well, I'm pretty open to most positions," she said.  "I even like anal,
but I'm definitely in a vaginal mood tonight.  I'm fine with riding on top
if you're tired..."

   "I'm good, though we can always do a cowgirl if it's your favorite or
something."

   "I like riding sometimes, but I also like just laying back and letting
the guy pound into you too.  Up against a wall...  in a hot tub...  doggy
style...  It's all good.  Well...  I don't care much for bondage or rubber
or weird shit like that, but I'm down for just about any position for good
old fashioned All-American fucking."

   "So...  not Japanese?" I asked.

   "My parents were.  Me, I'm an LA girl."

   "Nice.  You ready?"

   "Yup, just one thing," she said, then sat up slightly and leaned into
me. She kissed me, open-mouthed, and let her tongue play around inside my
mouth.  While we french-kissed, she rubbed her small breasts against my
chest and pushed my dick back and forth as it was sandwiched between our
bellies.

   I grabbed her tight little ass and lifted her up a few inches.  She
seemed to understand what I planned, because she guided my cock to the
entrance of her pussy while holding onto my shoulder with her other arm.  I
slid into her, and she squeezed.  Really squeezed.  Her pussy was almost
like a...  what do you call them?...  those inflatable arm bands doctors
use to check your blood pressure?...  whatever.  Her pussy was like a
muscular fist.

   "Like it?" she asked with a smile, then I felt the pressure lessen. 
"Ancient Japanese Ninja sex techniques."

   "Very nice," I said, "but don't get too tight, or I won't be able to
move in and out." A number of household women practiced Kegel exercises,
and some could even squeeze with their vaginal muscles (such as Kara), but
none had ever squeezed me as tightly with their vaginas as Jinx just had.

   With our bodies sitting upright, our torsos pressed together, she began
bouncing her hips up and down on my pelvis, giving me a quick grip of
pressure each time I bottomed out.

   I hadn't noticed at first, due to the surprise Kegel muscles, but I was
literally bottoming out with each downstroke, as I could feel myself
bumping up against her cervix each time.  I'd never actually popped through
a cervix, and had never tried, as I imagined it would probably be pretty
painful for the cervix-owner.  But if I was reading Jinx's expressions
correctly, she loved the feel as my cock pushed against her cervix.

   "Do you like the feel of me going deep?"

   "Yessss," she hissed through clenched teeth.

   "Well, there are other positions conducive to deep penetration," I
pointed out.

   "Let's try them," she agreed, nibbling on my earlobe.  "I've never had
such a nice big one inside me.  Not a real cock, that is.  Dildos don't
count."

   "Dildos don't count," I agreed.

   Even having agreed to change positions, she was reluctant to separate,
so we silently kept going for another couple minutes before she finally
lifted herself off of me.

   So began a brief quest for the deepest penetration.  Or rather, since I
was already going as deep as I comfortably could in her
slightly-smaller-than-normal pussy, we tried to find her favorite deep
penetration position.  After about fifteen minutes, she decided she really
liked getting fucked from behind, ass up, legs spread a bit, with her head
and shoulders down on the bed.

   For most of the next fifteen minutes, I just held onto her hips and
pistoned myself back and forth.  While my loins had definitely been a bit
soaked when Jinx had gotten off of my lap earlier, power fucking like this
produced a near flood of vaginal juices.  I was actually a bit worried she
might become dehydrated if we kept this up for too long.

   Anyway, before long, I learned to recognize her orgasms, something I had
failed to do while eating her out.  Her vagina produced more and more fluid
the closer she came to coming, and each of her orgasms seemed to last half
a minute or more, but it was hard to tell since she didn't stop or pause or
vibrate or freeze up or cry out.  The easier way to tell, at least while
fucking, was that she lost control of her squeeze.  Inside her vaginal
canal, her muscles would flutter, almost like they were being shocked with
random electrical jolts.

   By the end of our fuck, I think she was coming once a minute for half a
minute at a time.

   I didn't stop, either.  I was close and on the edge of coming myself for
the last five minutes of the fuck, until I finally lost control and shot
everything I had left right up against her cervix, theoretically squirting
a lot of it directly into her womb.  In the back of my mind, I really hoped
her birth control implant was up to the task.

   When I finally came down from my orgasmic high, I pulled out and
surveyed the situation.

   Lady Jaye was almost definitely deeply asleep.  Scarlett was still
watching up through droopy, half-asleep eyes.  Jinx still had her bare ass
sticking up in midair and had made no effort to change positions.  And Jinx
and I were both soaked.

   I know I often seem a bit prudish or something given how often I shower,
but there was no question whatsoever that we needed to clean up, or else
we'd wake up to find ourselves mummified by dried, sticky sheets.

   I roused myself enough to pick up Jinx and carry her to the bathroom.  I
looked at Scarlett, but she just closed her eyes and pushed herself next to
Lady Jaye, moving up behind her friend to spoon her.

   Getting under the warm shower woke her up, so she was able to clean
herself up.  I also made her drink two glasses of water before we went to
bed.  While there was a danger of a full midnight bladder, I reasoned her
body needed to replenish everything it had just given up.

   We walked around to the far side of the bed, away from the wet sheets
and crawled in to join Scarlett and Lady Jaye from the far side of the bed.
I noticed Scarlett had fallen asleep while holding Lady Jaye's left boob. I
put myself between those two and Jinx, and we were asleep within minutes.



   AUTHOR'S POSTSCRIPT: Just for general information purposes, Cadet
Demming is from the GI Joe cartoon episode: There's No Place Like
Springfield (a 2 part episode written by the great Steve Gerber, creator of
Howard the Duck).  She appears briefly as a trainee of Tomax and Xamot and
tries to interrogate Shipwreck, but she is badly affected by the
psychological torment they're using for the interrogation.  She's a
one-scene throwaway character that stuck in my memory for some reason.  To
the best of my knowledge, she never reappears in any of the comics or
cartoons.  Since Cobra is even more lacking in females than GI Joe, I used
her to even out the numbers.  (I know there are a few other females who are
either members of or associated with Cobra -- Vypra, Pythona, Munitia --
but only a few, and I'm not familiar with them.)

   Also note that the Joe's ranks vary from one series and source to the
next, but I've always thought Scarlett was of higher rank, so I
cherry-picked the ranks I wanted to use from different online sources.

   For reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baroness_%28G.I._Joe%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zarana
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Jaye
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarlett_%28G.I._Joe%29
   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jinx_%28G.I._Joe%29

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