Two young woman, Sabrina Killabrough and Olivia Yuan, discover their mutant powers. One can force template her personality on to unwilling victims, making them obedient versions of herself. The other has a hypnotic voice and super analytic ability that allows her to permanently convince others to act as she chooses. They have joined together and decided to try to find other mutants like themselves. The goal is to build a team of unknown mutants which will be strong enough to protect and defend itself. The world is full of threats to mutants. They hope that be joining together they will be safer. Olivia has many plans.

The Present: Hanna, Alberta, Canada:

Analyze status. Estimate probability of successful recruitment of candidate Roger Kenner. Analyze options for improving successful recruitment. Analysis begun. Decision tree designed. Fuzzy Logic applied. Downsizing result group four and estimating gain rate with eightieth percentile contingencies. Apply weakness analysis to statistical model. Assume negative result from non-linear functions with Van Micklson factors less than 4.57. Analysis continuing. Analysis continuing. Analysis interrupted for interim report.

Olivia hesitated for just a second and gave her attention to the information her mind supplied her. Things were going well.

Settling back she grunted a bit as Roger's thick cock pressed up and into her wet pussy. It felt like a hard hot log filling her to bursting. She had been surprised and even a little impressed when she had seen Roger's tool. Ten inches, or she was no judge. It was thick, hard and bowed like a scimitar. She was glad their efforts to secure Roger for their team had been advancing as she had planned. As she rocked back and forth on his stalk, enjoying every delicious inch of it, she closed her eyes and shivered with the warm horny simplicity of fucking a willing superman. It had taken long enough but she and Sabrina had finally maneuvered Roger into the position they wanted him. With Bree kissing him and feeding him her tits, while Liv fucked his prick, she felt more confidant that they were going to get what they all wanted.

Roger was their first candidate that lived outside the U.S. He lived and worked as a ranch hand on a huge range one hundred miles northeast of Calgary, Alberta. After a long flight and even longer drive they had finally found a small town, Hanna, near the ranch at which Olivia's Private Investigator said he worked. If the P.I. could be believed than Roger, or Godbolt as he was known to the locals, would be a valuable addition to their group.

Olivia was a little suspicious of the reports she had read. There was some missing element. Roger Kenner was NOT a mutant who hid his powers. He had somehow managed to avoid the Government and entanglements with other SPB's. In her experience that was very unusual. Her investigator had found that he was something of a local myth and celebrity. He was rumored to have multiple abilities; flight, invulnerability, and special beams of power that could destroy or heal. The locals seemed to have embraced him as their own personal superhero. As such, there was a bit of an unwritten code of silence regarding information on Roger. The townspeople seemed strangely proud of their hero, even as some of them secretly feared him. It was unanimously embraced that regardless of whether he was a danger or a savior, they were determined to help him protect his secret. This was local business and strangers need not stick their noses in where they were not invited. End of story.

Liv was sure that his popularity stemmed in part from the fact that he only seemed to use his powers under extreme duress. He was a real life modern cowboy. He worked long back breaking hours in a lonely job with few rewards. It was his job and what he did. It was widely held that he never used his powers in his everyday life. Four times though, if the stories could be believed, he had saved someone's life by using his mutant powers. When the opportunity or situation called for it, he did what he had to do. Once he flew search patterns, for seventy hours to find a lost little boy. Once he healed a women nearly crushed in a car accident. She been near death but had walked home. Another time he ran into a burning barn and saved one ranch hand and five horses, he came out unhurt despite being surrounded by flames, having his clothes burned off, and being hit by burning debris. Each time he had accepted the gratitude of those he saved but insisted that he was only doing what he could and saying he would prefer to quietly go back to work.

In a place where a man's actions meant more than his words, this all added to Roger's mystique and the respect he was accorded.

On their first night in Hanna they visited both of the local bars. They wanted to fish and see what additional information they could find on their candidate. If not for Sabrina's ability to template and Olivia's to convince they wouldn't have gotten anything. Even the rednecks trying to score with the two pretty young strangers immediately clammed up and found something else to do at the merest mention of Roger, a flying man or someone doing miraculous things in the neighborhood. In disgust after repeated attempts at direct questioning, Sabrina finally templated a good looking young couple at another table and then questioned them vigorously in their new more helpful state. Olivia knew that in a small town like this they couldn't avoid notice so she let Sabrina take the couple back to their room for more in depth questioning. She knew that Bree would use them both sexually after pumping them for information. The two wouldn't remember anything concrete but they wouldn't know why they had done what they had either. Word would spread that two women were asking questions about Godbolt. Word would spread that maybe these women had powers of their own. It would be noticed that people reacted and behaved strangely around them. Rumor would eventually do her work for her. The possible threat that Liv and Bree posed would eventually be brought to Roger's attention.

If he was the acknowledged protector of the area, than he would have to react sooner or later. Then he would have to come to them. Her analysis had told her that this was their only strong chance to recruit a mutant with Mr. Kenner's demonstrated strengths and beliefs. She had analyzed the chances of the RCMP or other authorities interfering and determined that it was much more likely that the rumor mill would bring Godbolt to them long before the authorities acted. 97.2303 percent more likely.

Olivia left the second bar at closing time. She had convinced the bartender, a waitress and two patrons to talk to her about Roger and then forget their conversations with her. She hadn't learned much new information. When questioned by friends they wouldn't be able to remember what they had talked about. Suspicions would be aroused.

Walking out the front door Olivia turned and went to the rear parking lot of the bar. It was raining lightly and she pulled her collar up. In the dim light thrown by the solitary light bulb over the back door she saw the light of a lit cigarette its ember glowing red. Smoke was curling up from under the tan Stetsons from the person waiting for her.

"Dora?" Olivia asked knowing the answer.

"Yeah. You smoke?" the young waitress asked.

"Sometimes." Liv replied taking the cigarette from the other girls trembling hand. She quickly finished the cigarette, threw it down and ground it out. "You ready to go?".

"Umm...Yes?!! I want to go with you. I want to .... to spend the night with you.... I want to do whatever you want me to." the poor confused girl could barely control the needs she had been `convinced' she had for Olivia while in the bar. Just standing here looking into Olivia's sexy eyes and watching the last puff of smoke leave her pale young lips was almost more than she could stand. She'd never been with a woman before but now she knew it was an experience she couldn't live without for much longer. Her body was humming with the need to serve and be with this woman. She believed that indescribable pleasures were about to be revealed to her in this woman's arms.

Olivia put her hand around Dora's waist and they walked hip to hip back to her car.

At the hotel, Olivia made no effort to hide what she was doing as she walked Dora into her room. Jeff Uncolick at check in would mention something to his sister-in-law who would tell the other girls in her circle of friends, one of who's husbands worked with someone who knew or would make sure that Roger heard about it. Dora had been totally convinced to obey and serve Liv with all her heart and soul by the time she reached Liv's room. Walking into the room she immediately began to disrobe. She ignored the trio fucking on the bed. Sabrina was sandwiched between the couple she had templated from the first bar. A green plastic two headed dildo connected the wildly gyrating crotches of the black hared girl and her new blonde sex toy. The toy's fianc� was alternating between fucking the mouth of his girlfriend, as Bree directed, and paying oral homage to Sabrina's pussy and tits. His formerly straightlaced girlfriend cheered him on between screams of templated ecstasy.

Liv pushed the naked and eager Dora onto the other bed. Stripping off her own clothes she was soon sixty nining with the tyro lesbian. She enjoyed several minutes of kissing with the newly dedicated lesbian slut. Kneeling above the prone girl, Olivia mounted her face like a saddle and ground her dripping sex on to her frenzied tongue. Dora's world was reduced to pleasing Liv. Due to Liv's arguments, that made so much sense to her, she was enjoying every second of her slavery. Even as the girl was driving Olivia to her third orgasm, she was eagerly taking verbal lessons from her Mistress in techniques for Advanced Cunnilingus, and Rudimentary Rimming.

Liv was able to enjoy all the action in the room at once. Watching Bree fuck her two sources, training Dora, and planning their next moves. It was a little hard to concentrate when Bree was in the throes of her kinky and sometimes bizarre sexual playtime. She had greased up the man and his fianc�'s asses and they were now fucking the huge dildo back and forth into their stretched rectums on their hands and knees. Each of them was determined to please Sabrina more. All of their crazed actions seemed completely right to them. Bree stroked his cock and her pussy until they both cried out with another mind blurring orgasm. Bree giggled in delight as she caught the fianc�'s sperm in her hand licking part of it up for herself. She removed the dildo from her playthings aching butts watching them collapse in a sexual stupor. Before either could totally pass out, Sabrina spread the rest of the cum in her hand on one end of the dildo and let both of her happy couple lick it up like cats enjoying a warm saucer of cream.

Between orgasms Olivia gave some attention to what she believed Seska and Twinkie were doing back at school. She was sure that her most subtle convincing had finally settled the volatile Restraint into a better team member. Despite Seska's claims of invulnerability, Liv had taken the slow approach and eventually had the ex-magician and escape artist thinking exactly as she wanted. Kim as instructed would maintain a younger female appearance for Seska's benefit. Kim's kind personality and slightly tragic and fatalistic attitude had already been affecting Seska before Kim and Olivia had left on this most recent venture. The older Seska, was falling into the emotional trap of caring for the apparently younger and emotionally insecure Kim. Those bonds were tying her tighter to Kim and indirectly Bree and Liv every day.

Sabrina joined Olivia and Dora once she had exhausted her two toys. With Bree's help, Liv soon had the waitress nearly comatose with pleasure. Dora might not remain a lesbian after this experience, but she would always measure her future sexual encounters against this standard. She fell asleep with her head resting on Liv's thigh her face inches from her lover's sex.

Bree started straightening the bed in preparation to going to sleep. She asked terse questions more interested in sleep than the answers.

"The Plan?"

"Everything's going well."

"Tomorrow?"

"Part B. Heroism, and confusion to our enemies".

"And Tomorrow night?"

"More of this, I may even find myself a brawny Canadian he-man to play with."

"Yeah right" Sabrina snorted and rolled over.

Caressing Dora's ass and letting her finger dip into her still moist pussy; Sabrina sampled her constantly updated scenario analysis, sucked the stickiness from her finger, smiled with the results of both, and closed her eyes to sleep.

The next day they inaugurated part B of their plan. They went around and did things to help the people of the town. This was usually a two step process. Find a wrong and right it. They weren't bound by laws and it was very hard for anyone to lie to them for more than a few minutes.

9:00 AM John Tanner turned himself in to the local police station and confessed to stealing and stripping two cars, and performing multiple small burglaries locally over the past six years. His crimes stretched back through his teenage years and covered six of the Canadian Provinces. He wouldn't rest or shut up until a full video and audio confession had been recorded. He had sworn that he was doing this of his own free will.

10:00 AM Ephram Davidson, entered the AA offices, admitted his alcoholism and pleaded to be given help for both his own substance abuse and the physical abuse he had perpetrated on his family for sixteen years. He never drank another drop or struck a person in anger again after that day.

11:30 AM Margie Smenk a local gossip who had destroyed numerous lives with her cruelly crafted lies; stood on her car on Main Street and confessed to anyone who would listen. She detailed and asked for forgiveness for every lie she had ever told. A large crowd gathered and although there was some talk of horse whipping her, it was finally decided to let her be. She already seemed to be punishing herself more than anyone else could and many observers commented on the fact that she couldn't seem to lie anymore.

2:30 PM Four men that had been cheating on their wives, left their jobs, returned to their homes, admitted all their actions (some providing proof), and begged their wives forgiveness. Each allowed that if the wife wanted a divorce that they would not contest it and would willingly pay any alimony and/or child support requested. If the wife would take them back they promised to be faithful obedient husbands in the future.

4:10 PM The Theriault Family entered the Hanna Community Health Center. The mother and father announced that their 16 year old son was HIV positive. They had been so ashamed that they had kept him in seclusion at home since the discovery. They had not spoken to him, offered him any comfort, or allowed him to seek help. They had effectively imprisoned him. Asking for both help and treatment for their son they were now fiercely determined to help him and damned themselves to all who would listen for their previous small mindedness and bigotry.

5:00 PM Two Junior's from the local High School Hockey team, turned up at the home of the girl they had brutally raped and then threatened into silence the summer before. They gave the girl the option of their confessing and taking their punishment, becoming her personal slaves for four years, or having themselves castrated when they turned eighteen. As a symbol of their sincerity the boys had each administered ten lashes with a bull whip to the body of the other. Rumor had it that the girl had accepted the slavery option and was now breaking them in, with the help of her single mother.

Rumors spread and people talked.

That night it was Sabrina who brought the long haul trucker home and Olivia that made the sexual acquaintance of a pretty middle aged Indian woman that did laundry for the ranch at which Roger worked. Dora returned to continue her training in lesbian lovemaking. After work, she eagerly arrived at the hotel room as Liv had directed. She was naked and happily presenting herself to Olivia and the erotically `convinced' Indian woman almost before the door had closed.

The girls kept this up till Friday night. The town was in a quite uproar. Crimes and behaviors that everyone `knew' about but no one had ever done anything about were being solved or exposed on a daily basis. People who had secrets had learned to give Sabrina and Olivia a wide berth. People who had dirty little secrets that knew others knew them, sat and fearfully waited for the ax to fall. Friday afternoon a child molester that no one had even suspected had moved into the community attempted to make a preemptive strike against Sabrina. He tried to run her down. After barely missing her, witnesses said he had skidded to a halt. He had then gotten out of his car and talked to the young woman in a contrite manner. Witnesses say he had apologized and claimed his brakes had gone out. When he was found dead of a self inflicted gunshot wound to his head the next day, the authorities were totally surprised by the detailed confession of all his pedophillic activities.

From everything the girls had learned it was likely that Roger would be in town Friday night. Olivia's analysis of Roger was nearly complete. From her nightly interviews and Sabrina's investigations she had learned enough about what Roger was really like to make accurate estimates of how she should approach him for joining Sabrina and her team. She felt that with adjustments as circumstances changed she could guarantee with a 91.949232 percent certainty that by tomorrow Godbolt would be with them.

Dora called at 8:00 PM to say that Roger was at her bar and sitting at his usual table.

Sabrina tucked her plaid shirt into her tightest pair of Blue Jeans and looked over to where Liv was preparing herself. "You got a pair of six shooters to go with that outfit? she asked. She was referring to Olivia's fringed white shirt with the turquoise and silver buckles; the white Levi 501's, white boots and white Stetson with silver band.

"It's psychological warfare Love, my sources say Roger wears black. I'm in white. That makes me the `Good-guy' and calls his standing into question before we even start. I'm not taking any chances on this becoming a physical confrontation. If what we know about Godbolt's powers is true we wouldn't last four seconds in that kind of fight."

Kissing Sabrina slowly before they left their room, Olivia hoped that things would work out as well as she had planned.

Walking into the bar through the swinging doors, Olivia had a feeling that there should have been theme music. Things were moving in a slow motion sort of waltz. Heads came up and registered her presence in the door way with Bree at her side. Bree moved towards the bar and sat on a stool asking Dora for a Draft. People that could feel the tension in the air started moving past Liv and out the door, finding that they suddenly had other places to be. The jukebox was playing a Travis Tritt song about T.R.O.U.B.L.E. Soon all conversation had halted and only eleven people remained in the bar. Dora, Clem the bartender, Roger, Olivia, Sabrina, and six town people that had each spent at least one incredible night in a hotel room on the outskirts of town. Olivia hoped it wouldn't come to it, but if necessary she would use the seven convinced locals as a diversion if she and Bree needed to run for it.

Olivia clutched the manila folder in her hand and walked slowly towards Roger. She compared him to the pictures her Private Investigators had provided. Somewhere between 5'10" and 5'11", muscular, dark skin but no obvious racial characteristics, his Black Stetson covered his shaved head. He was garbed from head to foot in beaten and obviously well worn black work clothes. His long coat was casually open. The sleeves extended almost to his hands. Those hands were encased in fine black leather gloves. One hand was wrapped around a Molson and the other was rubbing at his unshaven jaw as she warily approached.

"Do you mind?" Olivia asked making eye contact for the first time, and indicating she wanted to sit in the chair at his table.

"You called this meeting." Roger replied with a gruff no nonsense tone.

"My names Olivia Yuan and I'd like to talk with you about some things. Our activities were only meant to draw your attention. We haven't done anything permanently harmful to anyone."

"I don't know that Dora's Mom feels that way." Roger replied not quite looking at her. His gaze came to rest on the young girl who was looking worriedly at Olivia, Love and desire both evident in her eyes.

Liv saw where he was looking. Dipping her head she acknowledged his point. "We all use our powers in different ways for different reasons. In my personal situation the line between what norms define as fair and good, doesn't quite match my definition any more. Are you claiming that your self interest has never conflicted with how you use your powers?"

"I do what I have to." Roger reached with his left hand toward his right and removed the glove there. This exposed his skin which was a glittering gold color. Removing the other glove revealed a hand with skin so black it almost seemed to absorb the light of the room.

"But not what you can. You could be doing a lot more. My performance of an act for evil or good is just as telling as your non performance of the same act."

"That may be. I have my reasons for not going the superhero route." Pointing his black finger at the red glass candle holder in the center of the table, they both watched as it disintegrated. It had happened so fast that Liv's eyes had barely been able to register the glass cracking then each fragment cracking into infinite pieces till only a shiny red dust fell to the table.

"And you think you can maintain this way of life? Just your average superhero ranch hand, and no one and nothing will interfere with that?" Olivia asked the doubt obvious from her tone.

"Ma'am not to many people want to mess with me. You and your friend may want to reconsider this whole thing and just leave me alone". Roger floated up into the air just enough to prove he was flying. Pointing the golden finger on his right hand at the remains of the candle holder; he used his other power. Liv watched and tried to control her breathing as a beam extended from his finger to the pile. The shattered glass reassembled itself around the untouched candle. It reformed and stood as if it had never been pulverized.

"That doesn't protect you, just makes you formidable". Olivia was tempted to use her powers but still was waiting to see if she couldn't get a foot in the door without it.

"Don't need much protection." Roger claimed in a quite voice. Pulling a knife from his boot; in one smooth motion he stabbed it at his hand with all his strength. From across the room Sabrina's gasp of fear could be heard as the knife's arc had taken it dangerously close to Liv. Liv only looked intensely at the knife's point resting harmlessly against Roger's skin. He hadn't pulled back. The knife had just stopped it's forward progress as if running into a steel beam.

Almost as if changing the subject Olivia ignored his display and countered. "You've heard of Alpha Flight? Department H?"

"I don't worry about them. I have a friend...." Roger stopped afraid he might have said too much.

Olivia's power kicked in analyzing the tones, breathing, eye movements and all the previous information she had already accumulated about Roger and his past. Factors she previously hadn't been able to observe or analyze now were making sense. "Did Jean-Paul promise you that his little computer virus would keep your name from ever showing up on the list of outstanding mutant SPB's? I knew of your... let us say relationship, and I assumed he might have done something to try and protect his" she wasn't exactly sure what their relationship had been but her analysis said: "Lover". The darting look and downward turn of Roger's lips let her know that she had scored a direct hit.

Olivia continued as if her revelation was unimportant, "I got around the Virus. I'm sorry to say that Department H has too.". Olivia flipped the folder with the Top Secret markings on it across the table to Roger. He caught it, opened it and began skimming. A hard angry look came over his face.

"Yes, I was a bit surprised at that too. Who ever is rebuilding Alpha Flight doesn't seem to mind kidnapping and brainwashing as recruitment technique's. If you look a bit further you'll see that they don't seem to mind collateral damage either. Order's to collect you and leave no witnesses either at the ranch or in town who know you well enough to question your absence have already been given. You have a week, two at most before they get here with their specialists."

Roger didn't say anything.

Liv let him maintain his silence. Gesturing toward his beer she indicated she'd like a sip. Roger snorted and gave the merest nod in the affirmative, as he tried to digest everything that he had learned.

As she sipped she put her analysis powers into high gear. There still might be a weakness she could expose and take advantage of here.

Analysis Initiated: Clothes Analyzed, Tone Analyzed, Gestures, Speech Patterns, Glances, Reactions to my actions, Word choice, Items generating negative reactions, Grooming..... Warning analysis review.... Data previously reviewed now given higher Scauson variability factor in light of new input. Red Flag ## Fingernails, see paint flecks ##. New analysis complete.... new deductions reached. Probability approaching unity.

To Roger it seemed to come from nowhere, but to Olivia it was a fact she could now use to her advantage. Knowing he was, or had been a homosexual didn't give her much in the way of power over him. She would of course have used the information if she had been trying to use her powers to `Convince' him. Now she had another card to play though and that card, meant she had something to offer Roger Kenner that almost no one else in the world could. Happiness and Resolution to a problem that had been tying him in moral knots for most of his life. She fed her new knowledge into her power and let it spit out the words that would help her to convince him to join her.

Inside Roger already knew his time here was done. He could run and save the lives of those he cared about or he could stay and fight. His principles wouldn't let him endanger these people by staying so it was time to move on. With a heavy sigh he looked across the table at Liv and glanced at her partner in crime at the bar. It would be so much easier if these two actually had any lasting answers for him. He was reasonably sure that they couldn't help him. They wanted something and he and his powers were just a means to that end.

Olivia's powers were feeding her information from analysis so quickly, it was almost as if she could read Roger's mind. Every breath and blink gave her information. She was finally ready to try out her hypnotic powers on Roger. She was sure that she had something to say that he would want to hear.

"Have you been a transvestite for all of your adult life?" Olivia asked in a monotone voice.

Roger's two hands came up from the table in defensive surprise. His left hand glowing with a black haze and his right shining like a candle wick. "You don't read minds! How the fuck did you.....??? Damn it all to Hell ...... it doesn't matter.... I need to get the hell out of this town. You may not have brought this down on me but you haven't exactly been the bearer of good news either. Your just one more person trying to use me. You want some free Advice? Get the Christ out of Dodge and forget you ever knew me."

"You didn't answer my question." Olivia stated in quite voice. She started explaining in a calm soothing tone about what she and Bree were doing. She told him about Seska and Kim and laid out her case for why she believed he would be a strong addition to their team. Her words picked up speed and took on a singsong quality that soon had Roger nodding along. Finally she stopped and looked into Roger's partially glazed eyes under the brim of his hat.

"You've been hypnotizing me to believe all this stuff you've been saying haven't you?" Roger asked in sad quite voice, "I can feel it happening and you know what? I just don't give a damn anymore. I understand what you want but it doesn't change anything. The friggin government has got my number. They'll never let up on me. I've already gone a couple of rounds with them and if not for Northstar they would have had me in their boot camp long ago. I don't fit in anywhere. I'm not comfortable with all this power I have and as long as I'm venting you might as well know that Yeah I'm a transvestite! I've never been comfortable as a man. I'd get the damn surgery in a minute but I can't even take a shot much less find a surgeon that can cut me. Invulnerability can be a bitch sometimes!" A few tears of mixed anger and despair trailed down the roughened cheeks of the shaken Cowboy.

Thinking of Kim and his powers to change and disguise anyone's form and sexual identity, Olivia let a small smile appear on her face.

"What say I finish convincing you to join us my friend. It just so happens that I have an ally that may be able to solve all your problems. Olivia analyzed his reaction to her words and congratulated herself on a quick and painless recruitment. "Sabrina" she called, "would you come over here for a minute? I'd like to introduce you to Roger Kenner, AKA Godbolt. I think he is about to be our newest member"

Addressing Roger again she asked, already strongly suspecting the answer "Roger, you don't hate women do you?"

With a shaky breath and a look that pleaded for understanding he said "No I really like women.... I like them so much I want to be one."

"Hey that's no problem I like women too." Sabrina said taking the seat across from Roger. She listened as Olivia went back into convincing mode and was greatly relieved, twenty minutes later, when the now agreeable man got up to come back to their hotel room with them.

Roger had finally given in to the combination of Olivia's words and Sabrina's honest attitude of free and gentle sexuality. Once he was convinced that Twinkie could solve both his identity and sexual problems, he had allowed himself to relax and accept the company of the two younger women. Sabrina had no hang-ups with his transvestitism. She simply stripped naked, jumped on the bed and pulled him down to lay with her. Between stroking, examining, and stripping him she had made small talk about whether he would look better with long black hair like hers or something in a Brown pageboy. It had all been a bit bewildering. He had almost felt relief when Olivia had stripped and joined them on the bed. Kisses had been exchanged. Gentle touches turned to excited caressing. Before he could even give much attention to what was only his fourth sexual experience with a female, he was being treated as just one of the girls.

Olivia rolled around and began licking and sucking on Bree's sexy bush. She presented her pussy to Roger's lips. She was delighted to soon be mewling with the pleasure of his oral efforts. Bree completed the chain by slurping and sucking down on Roger's thickening prick. "Mmmm" Bree hummed in delight as Roger's cock extended into her mouth and filled her senses with its musky taste. "You're going to be a beautiful dusky woman Geri, but it seems a shame to totally give up a tool of this size". She began to lustily pump her head up and down on his stalk. Roger was busily licking and sucking Liv's clit. He had to admit that he was enjoying Bree's ministrations but his fondest dreams still involved being loved and fucked as a totally feminine female.

When both Liv and Bree had cum, Olivia broke the chain. She wanted to make sure that Godbolt was totally their's. Rolling onto him she quickly mounted his fully erect penis. She was a little surprised at its length and width. Most men would kill to have such an instrument of pleasure. Women would be spreading their legs just at the suggestion of its size, if there was even a hint that the attached male knew how to use it. She slowly sank back and down onto Roger's prick. She started to run an analysis of status even as Bree came around to begin kissing Roger. Bree was soon feeding Roger her nipples and whispering in his ear that she couldn't wait for him to be a real woman so that she could eat him to his first female cum. Olivia felt Roger's cock twitching and jerking as Bree's words caused images of his most secret erotic dreams to flash though his mind. Liv picked up speed and clenched down on the hot rod plowing into her. She smiled triumphantly as she felt the hot jets of Roger's sperm shooting into her accompanied by his groans of release. She was about to fake her own orgasm when Roger pressed his golden hand to the back of her neck and gave her only the briefest pulse of his positive energy.

Bree watched in a combination of awe and envy as Olivia started to cum and then just kept on cumming for the next two minutes. Roger rolled out from beneath Olivia's spasming body and took and held Bree's hand, standing beside her.

Roger looked down upon the writhing Olivia with a bit of a guilty look. "I gotta watch that, it's pretty addictive" he admitted. "For organics, this one is pleasure and this one is agony" he admitted indicating his golden and then ebony hand. "The combination is so choatic I've never wanted to try it."

"Girlfriend" Bree said as she hugged her new friend to her. "No boy or man in the world is going to be safe by this time next week".

Olivia finally recovered. Her voice was hoarse and scratchy from screaming in ecstasy. She wanted more, but she was able to rein back what she recognized could be a very destructive and dangerous desire. She shook her head ruefully. Since Godbolt's pulse her analysis powers had been useless. She couldn't think about anything but the pleasure he had given her. If he had used his power in this manner earlier it might have been she and Bree that were agreeing to join him.

The risks involved with their endeavor just seemed to keep mounting regardless of what steps she took to minimize them.

As her analysis stream began to function again she decided that maybe it was time to take a break and firm up the team members they already had.