BENDER PART 9
Always Watch Your Back

BY: Snakeman

Monday Sept. 15, 1979



Father David's eyes slowly opened as the early morning sun lit up his hotel room. He had gotten into Chicago late the night before and been shown to his room. The little blonde and brunette had been sent home around 2 to get some sleep before they'd have to get up and go to school. He on the other hand needed to get to work getting more information on young Emma. Was her situation a fluke or could similar things happen to his other girls. A few girls over the years had gone off the grid as it were when their parents moved, that's when he started chipping parents as well.

Father David gave a groan as he climbed out of bed. The man now nearing 60 years was starting to feel the effects of aging. His back hurt almost every morning and although he was still getting rock hard erections, he wasn't able to go five or six times a day anymore. He could do it for a day or two here and there, but not everyday as he used to.

The priest grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom. His morning shower wasn't just for cleanliness anymore, the hot water seemed to loosen up his sore and tired muscles. He would shower and shave, then head downstairs for breakfast. Come nine o'clock he'd be at the hospital where Emma was in rehab. His cover for the visit was visiting an elderly nun who was dying and he had known during the war. She ran an orphanage in Europe during and for years after the war. Several of her girls were among the first he chipped. After Marie they were his testing ground. Who would care about them when they whored themselves for him? Only later, when he was sure of what he was doing, did he go after girls with families.



Mae stretched as she awoke Monday morning. A big smile of satisfaction came to her face. It had taken three tries before Bill could contain himself enough to last more than three minutes, but in her mind their time was a success. Although he didn't give her an orgasm by fucking, he had done so with his fingers and tongue. Mae figured he'd get better in time.

Mae sat up and climbed from her bed. She grabbed the clean clothes she had laid out on top of the dresser before going to bed and headed for the bathroom. Mae walked through the kitchen and to the bathroom just as Karen walked out.

Karen had already showered and dressed for school. She smiled and chuckled at seeing Mae. "Well, looks like someone had a good night last night." she stated with too much cheer.

"And what makes you say that?" Mae asked with a smirk as she tried to squeeze by to get into the bathroom.

Karen chuckled again and then replied "First that big smile on your face and the fact you weren't home until after 10 last night. And second, you forgot the house rules about dressing certain ways." Karen shook her head as she chuckled and Mae noticed she had walked to the bathroom wearing nothing but a thin tank top and her green silk panties. No robe.

Mae bit her lip and blushed slightly. "I guess it's a good thing Larry's still in bed." she joked before walking into the bathroom and closing the door. She then opened the door again and stuck her head out. "And what about the adoption thing?"

It was Karen's turn to put on a big smile as she replied "Larry said yes."

"That's great." Mae said.



Ashley laid on her back in the bed next to Gene, who was still sound asleep. "Ashley Hudson. Mrs. Gene Hudson. Ashley Milner-Hudson." she said to herself trying to determine which sounded best. She and Gene had gotten home around 8, after Rika and Terry had headed back to Midvale and checking in on grandma. There was still hope that grandma would be able to come home, but that would be a long time off. She was stable and getting better, but she needed time in a rehabilitation home to get her ready to care for herself again.

Ashley peeled the covers off and carefully climbed out of bed. Gene didn't need to get up for another hour and she figured he could use his sleep. They had been through a long day with the wedding, and him insisting on consummating their union. Ashley was exhausted too, but wouldn't have dreamed of denying her man on their wedding night.

Wearing the white teddy she found laying on the bed when they got home she looked back at her peacefully slumbering man, swearing he had a big smile as he slept. It would be a few more days before Ashley would find put it was he young cousin, Lesley, that left it for her. The 15 Year old had to make the pre planned trip with her father and older brother out to Cal. Tech. where her brother might be getting a scholarship. And it would be a lot longer before Ashley found out how the 15 year old got her hands on such a thing and managed to deliver it without her father knowing. Ashley grabbed some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom. "Hmmmm. You going?" Gene asked as he slowly opened his eyes.

Ashley smiled down at him and answered. "I'll take a shower, then get breakfast ready."

"Or you could climb back in for some more fun."

Ashley grinned then walked back over to the bed. She bent over to give him a good morning kiss then stood back up. "We have to get ready for school."

"We have time. And I think the most beautiful and wonderful bride any guy could want sounds awesome. But which ever you choose we need to get to the registry and get you a new driver's license."

"I have time tomorrow afternoon." Ashley said as she bent over and kissed him again. "Now which really sounded better?"

"I think if your serious about becoming an engineer that the hyphenated one sounds more professional. Ashley Milner-Hudson seems to roll off the tongue." Gene replied.

"Thanks, but stop pretending to be sleeping." Ashley said then kissed him again.

"If your going to shower you better get going." Gene said with a lilt in his voice.

"There's still plenty of time Mr. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson wants some attention." Ashley chuckled as she dropped her clothes and crawled back into the bed.

Ashley snuggled up close to him and pressed her lips to his. Her right hand started at his chest and slid down under the covers. Finding him already fully erect, she pulled his cock free from his pajama bottoms and moved to get on top. Ashley kissed him again then sat up straight. Ashley unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and slid him into her moist confines. There was time for a ride, but not foreplay.

The bed springs squeaked with their rhythm as Ashley rose and fell. Ashley gave an approving moan as Gene's hands wasted no time in finding her chest. Ashley swiveled her hips as she gripped the teddy at her waist and pulled it up and over her head. Gene squeezed and massaged her chest as his thumbs made little circles around her erect nipples.

After a few minutes Ashley bent over and kissed his lips again. She sat back up with a smile then slowly turned around. She rode reverse cowgirl for just a moment having something else in mind. Ashley laid back on Gene's chest leaning slightly to the left and moving her long blonde hair out of the way. She offered him the right side of her neck and her ear for him to nuzzle. "MMMMM." she moaned as he picked up on her desire. "Oh yeah." she moaned again as his hands again found her firm D-cup breasts.

Ashley though still wasn't finished. She had something in mind that they hadn't tried before. She thought of a way Gene might be able to be on top. "Let's roll over." she suggested.

"Huh?"

"Just hold on and roll with me." Ashley softly said. She then rocked and threw her weight as hard as she could and rolled them over so Gene was laying on top of her. Ashley turned her head to the side again as she laid sandwiched between the mattress and Gene. Gene rested on his forearms on either side of Ashley's body. He nuzzled her neck as she swiveled her hips beneath him.

It didn't take long for Ashley to find the flaw in her plan. Although she did find a way Gene could be on top, he needed to use both of his hands to support himself, meaning he couldn't touch her. She rethought things over as Gene rocked his hips at a feverish pace. Even if she were on her back his hands wouldn't be able to rub her tits, about all he'd be able to do was support himself by grabbing hold of her tits. Even if she could get him into a doggy style position he'd have to hold on to keep from falling over. Ashley's musings were over quickly though. She soon smiled feeling him stiffen and hold himself deep inside her. As he groaned she felt his warm release fill her welcoming pussy.

As Gene rolled off onto his side of the bed Ashley gave him a big grin, then the look of total shock came to her face hearing the woman next door yell "BOYS, GET UP. YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL."

Realizing they had left the shade up and the window open half way to get the cool breeze, Ashley leapt from the bed to pull the shade before the shade in the boy's room just 15 feet away from their window was raised. "Oh god that was close." she chuckled with embarrassment.



Kara had eaten breakfast and was sitting at their table in the library when Lori strolled in. She sat down across from Linda as usual and put her backpack on the table. "How's it going?" the busty blonde asked looking around the room.

Kara made a disapproving face and gave a quiet sad chuckle. She leaned over the table and whispered "Not much, but they've all seen the news. Seems half the girls expect a porno starring us to hit the video stores any day now."

"Well it did almost happen." Lori quietly replied.

"I know, but you think we'd at least get the benefit of doubt. Seems they'd rather think the worst of us." Kara whined.

"Give it time. With the chief and his men gone things will settle down." Lori said hoping she was right.

"I hope your right. How you doin'?"

Lori looked a bit uncomfortable and answered "This waiting to find out if I'm pregnant or not is killing me. I don't know why they can't make a test that will say after a couple of days or so." she whined. "And what do I tell Alan when he comes back? If I'm not then I can try and act like nothing happened. But if I am then it would be better to tell him up front than wait and lie to him for a month or so."

"I can help with that, but you'll have to get your mom to let you go with me for several hours." Kara said. She then added in a very low whisper. "That's me as you know who. Tell your mom I know you know who and she could help you find out today."

"Are you serious?" Lori whined. She wanted to know, but then was nervous to find out as well.

"I'll take you someplace with advanced technology that'll tell us one way or the other." The Fortress of Solitude and Jor-El's programs were at her disposal.

"Where?"

"I have a place. Just dress warm and we'll need the car." Kara said. The trip would be a lot faster if she could put Lori in the car and carry the car. She could fly a lot faster that way, not that she'd be taking even the car that far that fast. Even the car couldn't handle that much speed.



Alan Berry sat alone in the interrogation room again. The room was 12x12 and sparsely furnished. Just a wooden table and three wooden chairs, one of which he was sitting on. There was a mirror on one wall that having seen a lot of cop shows on TV he knew people were watching him from the other side. He looked around wondering what they wanted this time. He had given them nothing thus far.

Alan looked over his shoulder at the mirror with a stern glare, having been a gang member he had seen his share of interrogation rooms. But this place was confusing. The first few days they hardly bothered with him, then they started asking about his friend and the congressman's daughter. He had refused to snitch and they had seemed to have given up, but here he was again wondering what the wanted this time.

Alan had been following the news reports from back home in Stanhope and wondered if Lori was alright. Part of him missed seeing her, but with him out of town she wouldn't have to put up with verbal abuse from the big asshole in the other cell if she came to see him. It broke his heart and pissed him off the other day when she ran off after being scared to death by the big behemoth.

Alan put his best stern face on as the door opened. He was being held by some government group called the IADC, but he had also been interviewed by the FBI. He glanced to the door wondering who wanted to question him this time. Alan's stern face changed to one of confusion as he recognized the man walking in. The face of Tony Stark was in the news at least once a week.

The wealthy man wearing an expensive suit and sunglasses walked over and put his briefcase on the table, then sat down across from Alan. Tony wore an all business face, a big change for him, as he stated "I'm not here to question you for hours. I'm here to make you an offer. You give me what I want. I give you something you want. There are two things I want. Give them to me and I have two things for you."

Alan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, figuring they were screwing with him again. "And what? Your gonna give me money?" Alan laughed. He had been offered a $10,000 reward for information leading to the congressman's daughter. But he wouldn't give up his friend for 10 grand.

Tony kept a straight face as he opened his briefcase. He had the lid towards Alan blocking his view. Tony pulled out a few letters and put them on the table in front of Alan. He then pulled out photos of the closed gas stations in Stanhope. "Seems you have quite a girlfriend. From what I hear she's very bright. And from these letters I believe it. It also seems she knows someone who I owe a few favors."

"Huh?" Alan's stern look by now was long gone. His stoic expression broken.

"Miss Taylor's argument that the price of these properties was too high was correct." Tony then pulled out some more photos. This time of a break in at his offices in New York. The security had been bypassed and he and his experts still had no clue as to how. The merchandise had been recovered, but he wanted to know the flaw in his security net. "Seems you were a member of the gang that did this." Tony stated pulling out a picture of Alan as a brash 15 year old taken by a security camera as he spray painted a wall.

"The statute of limitations was over on that years ago." Alan calmly stated.

"The break in yes. But I do government work for the defense department. Some of the files that were taken were for weapons systems. There is no statute of limitations on treason Mr. Berry." Tony firmly stated. It was bullshit and he knew it, but the FBI wanted the location of the girl and Alan was the only lead they had. So if the screws needed to be turned, they would be.

"Treason?... I was just a punk kid. You got the files back and I've haven't done anything wrong in well over 7 years." Alan squeaked. The mention of treason got his attention like nothing else. He even had beads of sweat running down his cheeks and on his forehead.

"Look. This is the deal. You tell me how you guys got in and where to find your friend and the girl. It's not like he's really in trouble. She's over 18 and can make her own choices. But where her father is a congressman I hope you can see where some people would like to be sure she's there of her own free will." Tony stated.

"And what do I get? No charges?" Big deal." Alan scoffed at the idea.

"You get this." Tony sternly replied as he pushed the photo of the 4-bay gas station forward. He then told the awed young man "From what I've read the young girl loves you a lot and thinks you two could have a great future." Tony pulled a small box from his briefcase and opened it to show a one carat solitaire diamond ring. "The second thing you get is this ring from Tiffany's." It had been a freebie tossed in for his business years before. For most girls it was a dream ring, but with his money he could never get away with giving a stone that small to a woman. On the other hand, the government offered him the 10 grand in reward money they offered Alan. Tony demanded 20 and would get if this worked. That was more the actual value of the old gas station that needed work in the small mid western town.

Alan's eyes lit up, then he calmed himself. "What good is any of this if I'm in jail?" he asked. He had actually already bought a ring, but it was only a quarter carat. It was in his dresser, hidden under his T-shirts.

"You get the gas station, the ring and there will be no charges. You'll be back home by tonight." Tony calmly replied.

Alan took a deep breath and let it out as he thought it over. "And he won't be arrested either?"

"They just want to make sure she's not being held against her will." Tony replied. He could see Alan was almost ready to jump.

Alan clenched his jaw as he thought it over for a few moments. He then looked Tony in the face and said "With a few small changes."

"And what might that be?" Tony asked while laughing inside at the guy's gall. But he had anticipated a few changes. A good businessman always holds something back from his first offer.

"If someone were to buy the other one I'd have competition right across the street. I want both buildings. The extra parking would be needed and the building would be used for storage." Alan argued.



Diana walked into her first class of the day and over to her desk as the girls were filing in. she had made a few phone calls to see what could be found on a priest from the 40's named Father David. The search could take a few days and everyone she asked, including Barbara, had said the last name would have made things a lot easier. But they now had something to go on where the exploited girls were concerned.

"What's with the hair drier Miss Hudson?" Diana asked seeing Terry carry her invention into class.

"Oh, it's not a hair drier Miss Prince. It's in a hair drier shell, but it's my science fair entry." the peppy teen replied as she stopped in front of the teacher's desk.

"And what pray tell does this invention do?" Diana asked as the other students filed in and took their seats.

"It's an EMP device ma'am." Terry proudly proclaimed. "I have it to show my physics professor later."

"EMP?" Diana knew, but being a good teacher she wanted to give her young student a moment to shine as the other girls sat quietly watching.

"Electro-magnetic pulse. It can destroy solid state electronics from a distance. I've already tested it. It fried a transistor radio from 100 yards." the girl proudly proclaimed.

"And what good is that?" a bored sounding girl from the front row asked.

"It's simple Miss Carter." Diana stated with a stare at the rude girl. Asking questions was one thing, but the girls needed to learn to do it politely. "Say there was a hostage situation in a radio station or a radar facility. And let's say the facility needed to be taken off line. Young Miss Hudson's device could disable the electronics without injury to the hostages... If it works." Diana added the last part with a playful smile.

"Oh, it works ma'am." Terry replied with certainty in her tone. "And on a battlefield it could disrupt enemy communications. It could save a lot of lives."

Diana had seen her share of gadgets in her day. After all she knew both Tony Stark and his father. "It seems a bit small to pack as big a punch as you claim." Diana stated.

"A pulse device isn't new. What is new is how I amplify the power which allows for such a small compact and easily rechargeable device. Then focusing the beam allows it to be powered easily and fit in the hand." Terry said smugly.

Diana put on her best I'm impressed face and asked "So what is this revolutionary breakthrough in power you've come up with?"

"Well the power source is nothing but common D cell batteries. The power is amplified, to put it simply, by bouncing the charge around inside a shaped Kryptonite crystal."

"Kryptonite!?" Diana shrieked as a murmur went through the room. "You have Kryptonite? Is it at least shielded?"

"Relax, it only dangerous to Superman and Supergirl. And it's not like either of them are in this class." Terry chuckled. "And no, it's not shielded. That would have severely limited the power and defeated the goal of making a small portable device."

"And just where would you find Kryptonite to begin with?"

"Err... Ashley found a piece. We had a jeweler cut us two specially shaped pieces for something my brother was working on, but one was flawed. The piece I needed was smaller than the one my brother needed so I cut the bad one in half." Terry replied wondering if she did something wrong by the expression on Miss Prince's face. As far as she knew owning a piece of Kryptonite was legal. She knew rock collectors that had small fragments.



T'nel rolled over on her bed, in the darkness of her quarters she became aware she wasn't alone. With only the two Kryptonian probes on the ship, and they weren't programmed to sit and watch over her, she was a bit concerned. There was an intruder on board that managed to get into her bedroom as she slept, undetected. The Shadow Warrior slowly sat up deciding not to panic. If the intruder wanted to harm her he, or she, would have done so by now as she slept.

"Light's 10 percent." she called out and the lights came on enough for her to see, yet not hurt her eyes. Her quarters had no windows and the room had been pitch black.

"Relax O'tean." the old looking gentleman in white robes said as he stood off to the side of the room.

T'nel slowly sat up on the edge of her bed. She was unencumbered by blankets, she needed them as much as she needed clothing. "Who are you and how did you get in here?" she firmly asked. Not knowing who and how powerful a foe he was she didn't want to seem insulting or overly angry. But there was a man in her bedroom.

"I got here the same way as I can get anywhere. Your shield technology, although far more advanced than human, isn't advanced enough to block me. And as to who I am. I am Zeus, cousin to Mintara. Tell me, have you meet my cousin? How is she?" It had been an extremely long time since he'd seen any other Olympians outside his small group.

"Forgive me if I don't kneel Lord Zeus. But you are in my room uninvited." T'nel said to show she wasn't in the least bit frightened or awed by his appearance, even if she was. T'nel stood to face the god, she and her people knew they were nothing more than an advanced life form. She was also a bit annoyed, but dared not show it, that the powerful being was rudely ogling her naked form. T'nel though had become used to that kind of rude behavior in her years off world. O'tean males may be well trained, but males of other races generally were not. Her breasts had been ogled by more males than she could count. Yet she refused to wear clothing unless dictated by local law. To her it was a matter of principal, males should learn to control themselves.

Zeus smiled at T'nel. "You show no outward fear, but you heart rate is elevated. You have trained yourself well, but not well enough to lie to a god."

"My people are long past the days of thinking of you as gods. You are still revered, but as the advance aliens that you are." T'nel stated, refusing to even try and cover her body from the man's roaming eyes.

Zeus did his best not to chuckle at the young one's bravado. But he was there for news. "You never answered about my cousin." he said trying his best to stop ogling. But that was hard, even for a god. She was quite striking, even if she was bright blue. She had an awesome body and rack that could rival any of his goddesses, or any human.

"No O'tean god or goddess has been seen or heard from in centuries." T'nel replied.

Zeus sighed and his face took on a look of deep concern. They could be just keeping a low profile now that O'tean society was past it's infancy and didn't need a guiding hand. Or something could be very wrong. After a few moments Zeus nodded. "I thank-you for news. I must think on this." he stated, then in a flash he was gone.

T'nel jumped as she turned to walk to the door as he flashed back. "What in the name?" she grunted seeing him again and showing a bit of annoyance.

"Since you have never seen one of your gods, I take it to say you have never been with one. Let it be known I am interested." he said while openly ogling her again.

T'nel this time though used her left arm to hide her big breasts and her left hand to cover her pussy. With an annoyed tone and expression she replied. "Your belief is correct, but I have no desire to be one of your conquests." In her people's history there were numerous tales of gods using mortals for their enjoyment.

"Think about it. There are benefits." Zeus stated with a big smile. And with a wave of his hand he was gone in a flash again.

It didn't take but a moment for T'nel to understand the meaning of his words. "BY THE GODS!!" she screamed as she collapsed to the floor quivering with a massively powerful orgasm. "B-B-B-Y TH-TH-THE G-G-GODS." She screamed as her eyes rolled back in her head and she shook uncontrollably on the floor.

Not only was it the strongest orgasm she had ever enjoyed, it was the longest lasting as well. A smile came to her face as she fought to catch her breath, but it didn't last long. "BY ALL THAT'S HOLY." she screamed as the next one started. That one just as intense and long lasting.



"I think she'd be better off and more comfortable in room 718. It has such a nice view of the city." Father David focused his will onto the nun's doctor. Room 718 was vacant and between the elevators and the drug rehab area. If need be he could accidentally run into Emma's mother or father.

The middle aged woman had tried to resist, but her mind was no match for his will. And she wasn't bad looking either. Blonde, 5'4" and 115 pounds. And she was in great shape. The good father reached into her mind, seeing the 36 year old ran marathons, and she had two young daughters. If he had time he'd sample what the good doctor had to offer. Her B-cup tits were a little smaller than he liked, but she had the ass of a teenager. "She'll be moved within the hour." the woman droned.

The doctor picked up the phone in the room and called the desk. When someone picked up the doctor ordered the room upstairs readied and to move the nun. She said to move her after her tests in 45 minutes. The doctor then hung up and turned back to the priest.

"Very good. Now tell me how many different men have you had sex with?" the devilish priest asked as he looked deeper into her mind. Looking for the information would have taken time, but asking the question would make her mind do the searching for him.

"I..I..I.." she tried to resist, but again failed. "Three. My stepfather, my teacher and my late husband." she replied. Her real father had died in the war when she was very young. Her husband was killed in Vietnam back in '69.

The door to the room was closed with just the three of them inside. The nun was unconscious and had no chance of waking. Father David had some time to kill and the doctor's mind offered entertainment. "Tell me about your first time." he told her. It would take just a few minutes for her mind to play the images of an event that took much longer. "Tell me your story." The priest delved into her mind, purely for entertainment. Minds were better than anything Hollywood put out.

"Mom and dad married in '34 during the depression. Money was always tight. Dad had some jobs over the years and there good times and bad. My oldest sister was born in '35, the next one in '37 and my third sister in '39. When war broke out in the Pacific, Dad signed up to fly in China. The money was really good and after several years of struggling our family was getting it's head above water. I was born less than a year before Pearl Harbor. I have no memories of my real dad. After the attack at Pearl he joined the Marines and put in the air corps. Dad was killed shortly there after, shot down over the water."

Father David reached out with his right hand to massage her left breast through her clothes as her mind gave him her life history.

In '49 mom bumped into Stan. He said he had known dad, that he was his mechanic in China. One thing lead to another and in 1950 mom and Stan were married. For the first few years things were okay. Stan had a temper, but as long as we didn't cause trouble he paid no attention. Then things changed.

Father David walked away for a moment and locked the door. He returned to the doctor who was in what was basically a hypnotic trance. "Continue." he said with a smile as he started unbuttoning her lab coat.

It started with my older sister, Beth. I was too young too know what was going on. But I remember my sister complaining to mom about Stan and mom getting very upset. I remember mom slapping Beth across the face and screaming for her to never say such things again. That Stan was a war hero and she shouldn't say such things. Not to her, not to anybody. He had been wounded in action twice.

Father David had a big smile as he unbuttoned her blouse. He was right, this was better than a movie. As her mind told the story he could see the images that she was remembering. Stan was a big man, standing 6' 6" easy. And he was heavy set as well. Had to be 280 pounds Father David figured. "Get to what he did to you. You can tell me what he did to your sisters later after you have me over for dinner." And afterwards she'd take him to her bed. The images he was getting of her girls said they were pretty enough for him to chip.

It started shortly after my 18th birthday. Beth was long gone and so was Julie. Both were married and living over an hour away. Close enough to keep in contact, but too far away for Stan to bother them. Candy, the one just before me, ran away after a couple years of college, leaving me alone. The first time he touched me was when we had to squeeze past each other in the hallway. He had never done anything to me before, so I wasn't expecting anything. Before I knew it his right hand gave my left boob a quick, firm squeeze. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for even a naïve teen like me to know it was no accident. Having learned from the lessons of my sisters, I said nothing. I would graduate high school in a few months and hoped I could avoid the fate of my sisters long enough for that. I was wrong.

"You were a good daughter." Father David told her as his hands reached around her to undo her bra.

Two days later he walked into the bathroom while I was bathing. Mom was at work and he was upset I over cooked the meatloaf. He got even angrier as I tried to cover myself with my hands and the face cloth as I sat naked in the tube. He threatened to beat me if I didn't behave and learn to cook better. Three days later while mom was gone again he made me take a bath with him. It was the first time I'd seen a man naked, or what a man had between the legs. He made me soap him up and I had to let him soap up me. He took his time washing my breasts and between my legs and made me lather up his hard appendage until gunk came out.

Father David grinned as him hands groped the doctor's still fairly firm breasts. "Did he touch them like this?" he asked as his thumbs rubbed her erect nipples.

"Yes, a lot of times." she verbally replied.

"And you knew it was wrong, but it felt good. Didn't it?" he could see any of her deepest secrets.

"No." she whined. She tried to lie, but there was some truth in his question. "When he was gentle like you it felt good, but other times he hurt me. He would bruise me."

"So did he fuck you after the bath?" the priest asked as he forced her mind back to the story.

"No." she answered as her mind showed him what happened.

Stan groped me almost every time he saw me for the next few days. Sometimes when mom was in the room with her back turned. Then one night when mom was at work again he came into my room at bed time.

Father David watched the rape unfold in her memories. How Stan threw her on the bed and wrestled her pajamas off. How he held a fistful of her hair and forced her to her knees. Father David was angry at Stan as he roughly forced his 8 inch cock into the whimpering teen's mouth for her first taste of a man. Father David considered himself far above guys like Stan. He treated his conquests nicely. They either had fond memories of their time with him or had no memory at all. There were no mental scares like what he was seeing in the doctor's mind. Guys like Stan were nothing more than bullies, taking life's frustrations out on the young helpless girls. Father David felt his way was cleaner. There were no victims in his mind doing things his way.

Father David scanned the doctor's mind for images of her back then. Her firm, perky B-cups with small pink areolas. Father David chuckled at her full bush. It was the 50's after all he mused.

The priest then watched in her mind as after a few minute Stan loosened his grip on her hair. How she cowered and obediently continued to suck him off. Then out of nowhere he yanked her up and bent her over the side of her twin bed. She screamed "NOOO!" as he held her by the back of her neck and pressed into her virgin pussy. Again she screamed "NOOOO!" as she tried to wiggle free, but there was no way. He was huge and she was just a 5'4" 105 pound teen. "NOOO! AAAAAAA. STOOOPPPP." she screamed as he forced his way in.

Tears streaked the doctor's face as her memories uncontrollably flashed by in her mind. But Father David pressed further. It was just getting to the good part. Her stepfather put his hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. He then threatened to kill her, her mother and her sisters if she didn't behave. She behaved. She sobbed as Stan held on to her shoulders and painfully pounded into her like she was a cheap whore. The teen held her blankets to her face to keep quiet as she felt his stomach repeatedly bouncing off her tight little ass.

After seeing that Stan pulled out and came on her ass and back as she lay sobbing, Father David gave the doctor some commands and set her free. Mindlessly she walked into the room's half bath and fixed her clothes and washed away her tears. When she came back out she was once again her professional self with no memory of what had happened. She did however think the priest was attractive and a kind man for coming this far to visit a dying nun. "It would be my honor if you'd come to my house for dinner tonight."

"Oh, I couldn't impose." Father David replied knowing she'd insist.

"It would be no imposition Father. And I couldn't allow you to fend for yourself in a strange city." the doctor said while pulling her prescription pad out of her lab coat pocket along with a pen. She jotted down her address and phone number and handed it to him. "Dinner's at 6." she said, then left. It never registered in her mind to question why the door was locked or that she had spent too much time in the room.



Amber Carpenter walked down the hallway to her office. She had gotten up early to meet her agent, Tabitha Jones, over breakfast. There was a lot to go over. She had received three good offers over the week-end. The series had been picked up and the roll of the older teen daughter was hers for the taking. The producer wanted a 5 year commitment at 5 grand per episode. The second offer was a supporting roll in an action flick. It would give her 100 grand and tie her up for the better part of a year. The third roll was shot down by Amber from the start. It offered over a quarter million dollar paycheck and a co-starring spot. But it also required her to be topless for a good portion of the movie, bottomless for some and even a few simulated sex scenes. It was a tough choice between the first two until Tabitha made a phone call and the series deal received an added benefit. The producers would pay the rent on her apartment for as long as the series ran with a two year minimum. And not just her share, the whole rent. She would also get a raise after two seasons and another after the forth. Amber and Tabitha agreed the series was better suited for her to start with. And it would only tie her up for half a year, leaving Amber time to do other projects.

Amber had a concerned look as she notice the office door was open, she normally unlocked it in the morning. Amber walked in and was more concerned seeing Carol behind the desk, crying. She had a big cardboard box on the desk as she pulled her things out of the desk. "Carol? Is something wrong?" Amber asked. Carol wasn't due back from maternity leave for a while longer it was looking like she wasn't coming back at all. Amber was planning to give a month for her notice, giving her a week before the first rehearsal.

"No... Yes." Carol whimpered. "Carl wants to see you." she then said as she pointed to the boss' open door.

Amber was very concerned as she walked into Carl's office to much the same scene. Carl emptying his desk into cardboard storage boxes. "What gives?" Amber whined.

"Close the door and sit down please." Carl said with a somber face and tone as he gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Amber nodded. She closed the door and took her seat, Carl eyeing her butt in her skin tight jeans while her back was to him. The girl had come to work wearing the jeans and a white button down blouse. And a bra, Carl noticed.

When the frightened looking teen took her seat, Carl sighed and stood up. "At my physical last month the doctor found problems with my blood work." he said as he walked around the desk to stand near the concerned girl. Her blouse had the top three buttons undone, offering a nice view down her blouse. Too bad she was wearing a bra he mused.

"Problem?" Amber asked with a hint of fear in her tone. Carl had been good to her. He gave her a job when she needed one. Sure he liked to look down her top, but guys will be guys she told herself.

Carl sighed again as he wondered how to word it. "I have cancer. A very bad cancer. The doctors give me 6 months tops." he groaned, then sighed again as Amber gasped. "I sold my share of the company to Mr. Pratt with two conditions. Carol will move into my office when she comes back. And you get to stay on as long as you wish."

"I..I..I... I was kinda gonna give my notice." Amber quietly and sadly replied. She also became aware of where the man's eyes were looking. Amber had her long blonde hair in a ponytail as she looked up at him. She had mixed feelings as he looked down her top. Sure he was being a bit of a pervert, but she liked the man a lot. He was good to her and asked very little.

"I know. I just got off the phone with Tabitha. You can leave when you want. And we want you to know there's always a place for you here. Your part of our family now." Carl replied with a very sad face. He was trying to smile, but it just wouldn't come to his face.

Amber could see in his eyes he wanted to smile. She could see he was finding it difficult with the bad news he had just received. She wondered what she could do to help. She glanced to the closed door as an idea came to her. She couldn't brighten his mood totally, but she could put a smile on his face for a few moments. She gave the man a half grin as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it wide open. "You once said some things are worth looking at more than once." she whispered as she pulled the cups of her bra down to let Carl gaze at her breasts again.

As a big smile came to the man's face Amber thought maybe a bit more. "You can touch them again if you wish." she whispered.

Carl eyed the inviting orbs with small pink circles topping them. He may be a sick man, but there was no way he was passing up that invitation. He reached out with both hands and gently gripped Amber's offering. "God these are awesome." he commented as he stared at them with wide eyed amazement.

Amber bit her lip for over a minute as Carl's hands massaged her chest. Finally he remover them saying a sincere "Thank-you."

"No, thank-you." Amber sadly replied. "Without you I never would have met Tabitha and Charlie. Or had a job and been able to afford to stay here." she added as she pushed her breasts back into her bra and buttoned up her blouse. As she stood up to tuck the blouse back into the waist of her jeans she said "Because of you I'm going to live my life long dream of being an actress.

"Your very welcome." Carl said with a smile as he realized Amber's jeans were too tight for her to tuck the blouse back in. He expected her to excuse herself and turn around. Instead she blushed and had a big grin as she unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down.

Amber stuffed her blouse in all the way around, letting Carl know she was wearing a small pair of red panties. As Carl watched in amazement, she buttoned up the jeans again and pulled up the zipper. As the man stood in stunned silence Amber gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered "Your welcome again."

Amber walked over to the door and opened it. She looked back at Carl who, although knew he was dying, had a big smile on his face. "I'll be working for a few more weeks."

"Good." Carol said. "I could sure use the help."

Amber smiled at her new boss as she closed the door behind her, and Leaving Carl to his imagination about her body. "I'll help in what ever way I can. But don't you have more time off still?"

Carol looked great to Amber. She had lost most of the baby weight already and Amber could tell once she did she be stopping traffic again. Even in her 30's, if she lost another 5 or 6 pounds she'd have the body a girl 10 years younger would kill for. Carol had finished her crying, but was still cleaning out her desk. She paused and looked up at the sad looking young blonde. "I do.. Words of wisdom. . If you ever have kids and your husband suggests you call in his mother to help, scream Hell no. The woman's driving me crazy. I can't do anything right. I even breast feed wrong." Carol said while rolling her eyes.

"Couldn't you just ask her to go home somehow?"

Carol smiled and gave a slight chuckle at the naïve teen. "If it were only that simple. But she only has two weeks left of her vacation time before she has to fly home. I'll avoid her as much as possible until then. Carol replied.

The conversation was cut short by a knock on the open door into the hallway. Amber and Carol looked to see an attractive woman with a young child clinging to her hip. "Stephie?" Amber whined. Stephanie hadn't said anything to her about coming to the office. Or bringing Mary with her. Stephanie had had the girl for the week-end and her sister was coming to get the child in the afternoon before Stephie had to go to work. That much Amber knew. She had just met Mary that morning when they got up. By the time she got home the night before the little girl was in bed.

"Stephie?....Your Shephie?" Carol asked. She looked at the woman that had given so much to Carl, a guy she regarded as a second father. Stephie was wearing hot pants and a tank top with thin straps over her shoulders. It was tight fitting and stretched across her C-cups and showed off her belly button in true stripper fashion.

Carol eyed the woman, then the child. A chill ran up her spine as though she'd seen a ghost instead of a little girl. "What can I do for you?" she asked Staphanie.

"We would like to speak with Mr. Pratt if it's okay." Stephanie replied in a worried tone. She walked into the office with the scared looking girl holding tight onto her mother.

Carol looked at Amber with a questioning gaze. Carol's eyebrows arched as Amber smiled and nodded, sensing Carol understood just who the little girl was. Carol looked back at the visitor and tried hard to keep her composure. "I'll see if he can see you." she said. She looked at Stephanie and the child for a minute, then went to the door and gave a soft knock before slipping in.

"Thanks for coming.'" Amber said with a sad tone that told Stephanie what they had talked about a few days earlier was true. There was something wrong.

"How bad?" Stephie softly asked.

"Very." a sad looking teen replied as the door opened again.

"He will see you miss." Carol said as she came back out, leaving the door open.

After Stephanie and her hesitant child walked into Carl's office and closed the door Carol gave Amber a stare and asked "Is she?"

"Is she what?" Amber asked as if she had no clue.

"Don't give me that. You've seen the pictures on his desk. And given who Stephanie is and how old the girl is and what she looks like you know damn well what I'm asking. Is the little girl Carl's?" Carol replied to Amber who now had an ear to ear smile.

Inside Carl's office Carl stood from his chair. Carol told him Stephie was there to see him, she mentioned not the child. "Come in. Sit down." he said while gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk.

"Thank-you." Stephie replied with a sweet tone. If Carl was going to cause trouble over their child she didn't want to give him any ammunition to use against her in a custody fight. Mary seemed frightened as Stephie moved forward and Stephie had to almost drag the child forward. "It's okay sweetie. Carl is an old friend of your mom's" she softly said on a comforting tone. She couldn't blame Mary for her reactions. She was in a strange place full of strange people. The only other person close by she had met more than 5 minutes before was Amber. At least she seemed to warm up to Amber quickly.

"She's right sweetie. I've known your mom for a long time. I'm you Uncle Carl." he said as Stephie sat down and had to pick Mary up to sit on her lap. He then looked at Stephie and sighed as he sat down. "Thanks for this." he said.

"Don't thank me yet."

"Please don't read me wrong. I understand your fears, and I know a child's place is with her mother." Carl said. His private eye had given him some reasons why Stephanie never told him.

Stephanie grinned and nodded as Mary buried her face in her mom's chest. Stephanie sighed then asked her "Would you rather wait outside with Auntie Amber?"

"No!" the child squeaked.

"Funny how that's always the first word they learn." Stephanie chuckled. "No, mom, a few other words, then the first few swears." Kids seem to pick words up faster if their not supposed to know them.

Carl grinned and nodded. He then sighed as his face became serious again. "I have one request." he said.

"And what might that be? She's not going anywhere without me or my sister." Stephie said in a defensive tone.

Carl nodded and said "Nothing like that. I want her to only have nice memories of me. I want her to remember me like this, not the way I'm going to be in a few months."

"That quick?" Stephie whined, obviously shocked by the news. "How long?"

Carl glanced at Mary and grinned. "Maybe we should talk alone. Would she like it if Amber and Carol took her to the cafeteria for an ice cream?" No child says no to ice cream.

"I don't know..."

"Ice cream?" the suddenly perky child asked as she sat up and finally looked at Carl.

"Something else they learn quickly." he joked.

It was a bit early in the day for ice cream, but Stephanie needed to talk with Carl. "Do you want Auntie Amber to take you for an ice cream?"

The girl looked up at her mom with hopeful eyes and nodded vigorously to show her desire. Carl pulled out his wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill. Mary finally looked at him as he held it out towards her. "Put the change in your piggy bank." he said as she looked to her mom to see if it was okay.

"It's okay honey. And what do we say?"

Mary turned back towards Carl and hesitantly reached for the bill. When her hand got close she quickly grabbed it and squeaked "Thank-you."

"You can say it better than that." her mom chuckled as Carl laughed. He knew, but would never say young girls learn to get money at a young age just by being cute. His first daughter expected money every time she met her grandfather.

Mary looked at the strange bill. It looked a little different from any of the others she'd ever been given. She then looked up at her mom, then back at Carl. "Thank-you." she said with a big smile as she began fidgeting in anticipation of a sugary treat.

"Com'on." her mom chuckled as she stood and carried Mary to the door.

A minute later she was sitting down in her seat again. She grinned and looked down when she noticed Carl staring. Stephanie rolled her eyes when seeing the wet spot over her left tit where Mary had buried her face and seemingly drooled. The wet spot the size of a silver dollar was directly over her areola with the wet spot causing the already tight top to show off the outlines and curve of her breast even more. Not bothering to be concerned, Stephie just grinned and asked "So just what exactly did the doctors say? You did get a second opinion, didn't you?"

Carl stopped his staring and sat back in his chair with the posture of a defeated man. "Four doctors. They all gave me less than six months. .It's bone cancer and in my hip and it's already spread to my spine. There's nothing they can do now." he groaned. "I'll start chemo and radiation, but they give me less than a 1 in a thousand chance. I'm already stage 3."

"Oh my god Carl." Stephie gasped. No one deserved this fate.

"I know..But I have some things to tell you."

"That can wait. Have you seen doctor Griswald?" Griswald being the best cancer doctor in the state and located in LA.

"He was number 4. But enough about that. Please just listen for a minute. I've sold my share of the company and I know you've never wanted anything from me. But Mary is my little girl and thanks to you my heir. I'm having the money put into a trust for her on my death. Starting next month you'll get an allowance to put towards her care and then for the rest of your life. The rest of the money will be hers starting when she turns 18. She'll get 25% on her 18th birthday, 25% on her 25th and the rest when she turns 30."

"Carl, we don't."

Carl held up his right hand to tell her to stop. "I know." he stated. "But your and my pride should have nothing to do with this. The money is hers. Not my brother, sister or their kids. It's hers. They will get lawyers, but mine will fight for my wishes. And if you don't want your share, give it to charity. Give it to some deserving cause."

Tears streaked Stephanie's face. She never wanted anything from the man and he was giving her and Mary everything. "Mary will be loved and cared for. And she'll know who you are."

"Someday. Not now. Someday when she's old enough to understand you can tell her. Until then I'm her Uncle Carl."

Stephanie nodded her agreement. But there was still something else to do. It had been a long time for her. The last time she had had sex was with Carl years before and she suddenly wanted it again. Maybe it was because his gazing at her chest was getting to her, but she knew deep inside she had always had feelings for him. The only reason she hadn't done anything with him in all that time was because of Mary and her fear she'd loose custody. But now she knew Mary was safely hers. Now she could let her feelings free.

Carl smiled as he saw Stephanie get a glint in her eye like in the old days. She stood up and peeled her top off before shaking out her long blonde hair. "I don't have a condom." he smiled and said.

"Worst that can happen is you'd have to amend your will." Stephie chuckled as she slid her hot pants and thong panties down of her hips.

"I could never be that lucky. To have another child would be a dream come true." he said with a big smile as Stephie stepped out of her clothes and kicked off her shoes.

"I see you never bothered to redecorate." she said as she sauntered around the desk. They had spent many a late night in his office. Her place was out of the question and so was his. At first they had just found a place to park the car. Then it was a few motel rooms, but as time passed they didn't want to get caught by anyone that knew his wife. Even though she knew, discretion was still showed. Finally his office became their spot.

Carl turned his chair to face Stephie as she took up right where they left off years before. He loved her, not as much as his wife. When his wife was dying they had become very close. He grinned up at her as she leaned over him to undo his tie. She had worked hard after the birth of Mary to get her body back and it showed. For a woman of about 30 she was awesome, she was still one of the top earners at the strip club. "Your just as beautiful as I remember." he told her.

"Shut up. They'll be back in half an hour or so." she chuckled back.

She hastily unbuttoned his shirt and he stood up to pull his shirt and suit jacket off as Stephie moved on to his belt and pants. A minute later he was kicking off his shoes and Stephie gave him a wicked grin and asked "You up to treating me like a bad school girl?" Her dressed in a skimpy school girl outfit was always one of his favorites.

"You've been a bad girl Miss Rodgers. You snuck into the boys locker room and were caught smoking." he growled at her as she tried not to laugh.

"I'm sorry Mr. Waters. I'll never do it again. Please don't call my parents." She couldn't believe she actually remembered her lines. "Couldn't you just give me a special spanking instead?" She grinned at him. Little Carl was getting bigger by the second.

"I think I can accommodate you. Prepare the special spanking stick." he ordered.

"Yes sir." she obediently replied and knelt down.

"Oh god it's been way too long Stephie." he gasped as Stehie slipped Little Carl past her lips.

"Glug, Glug, Glug." Stephie hadn't lost her touch at deep throat. It was like riding a bike she mused. She had sucked so much cock in her younger days, how could she forget how to relax her throat? Stephie took a little more than a minute to get Little Carl to his full 7 inch height. "Stephie stood up then stood at attention. "Special spanking stick is ready sir." she reported like the little soldier girl she pretended to be at other times.

"Bend over the desk Miss Rodgers." Carl ordered, trying hard not to laugh.

Stephie walked around to the front of the desk where there was a cleared off spot. She smiled at him and bent over the desk at her waist and gave her backside a little wiggle. She spread her feet apart as Carl came up behind her. "Spank me like the bad girl I am sir." she said. She then turned her head and in a serious tone said "And I mean punish me. They'll be back soon. I want to be done."

Carl gripped Stephie's hips as he lined up with her pussy. "Shut up and take your spanking." Carl stated as he pushed in.

Stephie let out a sigh of pleasure as he slid nearly all the way in. it had been so long and it felt so good. It felt even better as Carl started rocking. He pumped faster and faster. "OH GOD YEAH." she shouted as he got going and she started rocking back to meet his thrusts. "Grab my tits Carl, grab my tits." She wanted Carl to do this as quickly as possible.

Carl grinned as he obeyed. He pulled Stephie's upper body up into a nearly upright position. She bucked back against him with her back arched to get him in as far as possible. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room as Carl groped her large breasts. They had gotten a little bigger during her pregnancy. Her areolas had also changed, from pink quarter sized to half dollar sized and brown. "Ummpphh, ummpphh, ummpphh." he grunted as he jack hammered her moist pussy.

"Oh god I miss this." Stephie cried out. "Squeeze a little harder. ..Oh god just like that." she called out as he did so.

"Ummmpphh, ummpphh, ummpphh." Carl was already sweating as he pounded the willing stripper with a heart of gold.

Stephie had a big smile as Carl pounded her. It hurt a little after so long, but it was a good hurt. And an enjoyable discomfort. Stephie was in much better shape than Carl, but even she found herself breathing hard. She smiled and said "And Carl..If you find yourself needing company..Call me."

"Oh god..I'm almost.there." Carl grunted between breaths.

"What ever..you do..don't pull out..I don't..want to..smell like...cum all day." Stephie grunted back.

"NNNTTTTGGGGHHHHH." Carl groaned. Stephie froze in place as Carl squeezed her tits hard and held her back against his heaving chest. She felt his release inside, filling her womb with his warm discharge just like the night years before when the condom failed.

Stephie panted as Carl jerked a few times while cumming and held her tits in the vise like grip from the old days. When he finished and he pulled out Stephie rested her head back on his left shoulder as he rested his on her right. Both of them were breathing heavily while Carl held her back against him, still holding onto her breasts. Stephie was catching her breath faster, being decades younger and in good shape helped. "I mean it Carl. If you need me, call. Even if it's just to talk, call." she said. The same thing she told him years before when his wife was so sick.

"Thank-you." the still panting man replied as he reluctantly pulled away.

Stephie watched for a moment as he slowly walked over to get his clothes. He was still heaving and his face was bright red. "You might want to sit down for a moment. Your really winded." the worried woman said.

"I'm fine." the man forced out. "What's the worst that can happen...I die of a heart attack?" he turned to the concerned woman and smiled "I'd much rather die from the heart attack after sex." he calmly stated.



"Your supposed to be at school." Aphrodite stated as she popped in behind her daughter. Helen was at the hospital in Chicago looking in on Emma.

"I have study hall." Helen replied as she watched the little blonde wearing a straight jacket scream at the top of her lungs and run into the padded walls again. "Who ever did this to her will pay." she angrily stated.

"This is more to do with the drugs. She'll be fine soon enough." Aphrodite stated, then sighed as the crazed teen ran into another wall.

"LET ME OUT. I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU." Emma screamed. She needed her coke worse than ever before and she was in agony.

"The symptoms are exaggerated by that chip in her head." Helen growled. "And try as I may, I can't sense it."

"Neither can I." Mom said, then sighed. "And her MRI came up empty as well."

"So we know there's some kind of chip in their heads. And we still can't stop it." Helen hung her head. For all their powers they were as helpless as the humans to stop it.

"We'll figure this out. I don't think that alien would bother to say anything if there wasn't a way to stop it." Aphrodite said as she put an arm over her daughter's shoulder. "Once we find that man I'm sure there will be an end to all of this and we can get back to manipulating humans from in the background.

"How's Mae doin?" Helen asked with a chuckle.

"They're for each other, but it's not their time yet." Mom replied. "They have a few more hurdles to overcome first."

"And she has to stop the daydreaming and giving him strange looks at school or she'll blow everything." Helen chuckled.

"She's feeling it, but he's also feeling some guilt about her being so young. That's what's going to keep them apart for a while." Aphrodite stated.

"How long?"

"Too hard to say. But she's a friend. I'll keep an eye on them both and make sure they find each other when their both ready." the Goddess of Love replied.

Mother and daughter were in the padded room with Emma. Above them looking down through an observation window was a doctor. Mother and daughter were invisible to humans, but the doctor sensed something. Father David had borrowed a lab coat and had a nurse let him into the locked room.

Father David reached out with his mind. He sensed that there were two powerful minds nearby, yet could not locate them. Who they were and what they wanted, he didn't know. But the minds were stronger than anything he'd sensed before. It concerned him, and intrigued him. Obviously there was more going on with Emma than he had thought. He knew what general direction they were and about how far. Yet saw nothing. And the fact they weren't there 10 minutes earlier and the door never opened intrigued even more.

Father David walked out of the observation room and down the hall. He stopped at the payphone. The powerful minds intrigued him, but if he was going to be facing one of them he wanted help. And given that they had to be extremely powerful, he would prefer to meet one at a time.



Meanwhile across the pond in London, a young redhead still wearing her school uniform, walked into the Manchester Arms Hotel. The 4'10" skinny girl walked directly to the elevators and entered. A minute later a 5'1' blonde and a 5'6" brunette walked in. The pair, dressed more like street whores than patrons of the expensive hotel, turned many heads as they walked up to the front desk. The blonde wearing a skimpy red halter top while the brunette wore a tiny white tube top. Both wore very short denim mini skirts trimmed with lace and the bottom curves of their butts clearly visible.

"Hello, my name is Brian. How may I help you?" the snooty desk clerk asked. His tone indicating he had no intent on renting them a room. The man checked them and their over exposed cleavage over as he hid the fact he sensed something was very wrong with them. They were extremely good looking, yet he sensed nothing from their minds. The man hit the button under the counter to call in the local cops as he smiled at the pretty lasses. Both looked to be no more than twenty with large firm breasts. Neither was wearing a bra he noticed right off. The 43 year old had been working for Father David for over 20 years. His father had served with the priest during the war.

The blonde was holding something that looked like a transistor radio from the 60's as she turned to the brunette and said "It's close."

The brunette looked sternly at the clerk and in a demanding tone asked "Where is the head set?" It took some time and some effort, but their scans had finally zeroed in on one of the small transmitters.

"I..I..Idon't know what your talking about." he whined as he stalled for time. He figured theses two were mutants like him, but their minds had to be stronger to be blocking him. Or that contraption in the blonde's hand was involved some way.

"The head set you used to summon that little redheaded girl." the brunette snarled as the blonde turned from side to side looking at the gizmo in her hand. They had recorded the transmission and waited for the girl to show up. They scanned her, locating the chip, and followed her in. The devise they were after was within 50 feet of the front desk according to the scans they did outside.

The blonde looked over to the brunette and calmly stated. "He's lying. The devise is in the room behind him."

"Where?" the taller girl calmly asked as if no one else was there.

"Top drawer on the right." the blonde stated while eyeing the desk through the open door.

"I think you two should leave now." the worried looking clerk stated. They had just said where he had his head set. How could they know he wondered.

"We will go, but you will give us the devise." the stoic blonde replied.

Brian put on a brave face. Two security guards had just exited one of the elevators. Security was alerted automatically when the silent alarm was set off. The two big burly men walked towards the front desk just as four London Bobbies entered the front doors.

The blonde gave the brunette a knowing nod as she pressed a few buttons on her hand held devise. The brunette stared intently at the clerk and said "I suggest you give us what we asked for before someone gets hurt." They would try not to kill, but a few bloody noses and broken bones was not out of the question in performance of their mission.

"And what seems to be the problem here?" one of the cops asked as the six big men converged around the pretty girls. Their hot asses in their mini skirts getting a lot of attention.

"Sorry, but we don't have time for questions." The brunette stated.

Brian grinned, confident the situation was now under control. "I think these ladies would like to be escorted out please." he said in his snooty tone.

One of the officers grinned as he eyed the blonde's D-cups as he said "It would be our pleasure toOOOOOO" he shouted as the girls moved with the speed of a striking cobra. The blonde diving over the desk and tackling the clerk as the brunette in a flurry of kicks and punches took down the six big men.

The blonde smashed Brian's head into the hard floor a few times, stunning him into near unconsciousness. The brunette punching and kicking as the men tried to drag her to the floor. She seemed unconcerned that her tube top was pulled down to release her large firm breasts during the short struggle.

With six men laid out she looked to the office and called "Do you have it?"

With more cops coming in the front door and more security guards rushing out of the stairwells and elevators the blonde came out of the office holding a small wooden box in her left hand. She looked at the devise in her left and said "Our ride is waiting."

The girls bolted for the elevators as a dozen more men charged at them. The brunette led the way and cleared a path. She easily tossed and kicked anyone getting close as the two hotties made their escape. They jumped into a waiting elevator car and the blonde hit a button on her hand held devise. A few cops tried to jump in as the doors were closing, but were met by fists as hard as steel from the brunette.

Security guards jumped into the other elevator car as others ran for the stairs. A few others stayed behind to watch the indicator and see where the girls were going.

Inside the elevator the blonde studied her scanning devise and announced "They're trying to power down the elevator."

"Don't let them. By the time they find the power disconnect and manually shut it off we'll be gone." the brunette calmly stated.

"Can you at least pull your top back up now?"

"You have too much human in you." the brunette replied as he complied with her friend's wishes.

"There is no need to be insulting." the blonde answered to that.

"There on the 12th floor." one of the cops in the lobby said into his walkie-talkie. He had watched as the one with the girls went non stop to the top floor.

The other elevator was only seconds behind. The cops jumped out just as a pair of winded cops rushed from the stairway. The men headed towards the only way the girls could have gone, the roof. The looked metal fire door leading to the stairway up to the roof had been forced open. The cops raced into the stairway hearing the door at the top being ripped open.

The men raced after the girls. They ran onto the roof seeing the girls running across the roof with seemingly no where else to go. Their eyes opened wide as the girls jumped side by side and an opening suddenly appeared in the cloudy sky in front of them. The opening vanished with the girls, leaving the gasping cops wondering just what had happened.



"Can you go?" Kara asked as Lori joined her in the library after lunch.

Lori grinned as she took her seat then leaned over the table. "Mom said okay as long as I'm home before dad. She's got the day off so if he calls she'll take care of it. Seems she wants to know as bad as I do."

Kara smiled and nodded. "Come get me after your last class and we'll leave. You did bring cold weather clothes, didn't you."

"Everything's in the trunk." Lori replied. "And we can go now. My professor's sick and my lab is cancelled."

A few minutes later the girls were in the car driving down a back road looking for secluded spot. Lori grinned as she unexpectedly turned down a dirt road that was barely wider than the car. "I think this should do." she said with a smirk.

"And where are we going?" Kara chuckled as the main road was soon our of view.

Lori had a shit eating grin. Being a local she knew some very out of the way places. "It just goes down to the swamp, but no one will see us in here."

"And just how can you be so sure?" Kara asked sensing the girl was hiding something as she scanned the area for anyone that might see them.

"I told you my parents weren't happy with Alan and my dad hates his guts. We can't hide at his place, they know where he lives."

"So you come out here?" Lori parked the car under a huge tree. Kara grinned seeing a heart carved in the bark with Lori's and Alan's initials inside. "That's so sweet. He carved your initials in the tree." Kara cooed.

"Uhh..I carved that." Lori said with arched eyebrows. "Right after I gave him my first blowjob."

"You carved that?"

"I'm pretty good with a knife." Lori answered.

"Like how good?" Kara asked with a smirk. It didn't take much to carve initials in a tree.

"Roll down the window." Lori stated confidently. As Kara rolled down the window Lori reached over and opened the glove box and pulled out a big hunting knife with a 6 inch blade and pulled it from it's leather sheath. Lori sat back up in the drivers seat and told Kara "Now sit back and don't move."

"Okay." Kara said with a smirk still on her face until Lori's right arm whipped in front of her. Kara's super fast reactions watched the hunting knife shoot out of the car window and stick into the tree, right where the two lines crossed for the plus sign. Hitting the bulls eye as it were and wiping the smirk of her friend's face.

Lori had a big smile then sighed. "I was the only girl in 4th and 5th grade with boobs. All the other girls hated me because all the boys were always looking at me. I really didn't have many friends until the last few years. I used to spend a lot of time alone. I couldn't play sports anymore, but I had a few knives. Seemed to pass the time, and get out my frustrations." Lori explained. "The teachers even made me sit in the back of the room because I was a distraction." she then groaned.

"You didn't have friends?" Kara asked sympathetically.

"After Alan and I were a couple for over a year some girls didn't think I'd be stealing their boyfriends." Lori replied. "You're the first friend I've had since 4rh grade that wasn't ever concerned I'd take their guy."

Kara had a sad face as she reached over to hug Lori. Lori had just opened up and said how much she meant to her. The chief had a major miscalculation putting the two of them together. "I'm glad you became my friend when I needed one."

"Same here." Lori said. As the girls sat back up they both had a tear running down their cheeks.

"We better get going or I'm gonna cry." Kara sad as she opened the door.

"Can you grab the knife?" Lori asked as she pulled the lever to pop the trunk.

Kara grabbed the knife and handed it back over the car. "I guess the real question is why do you have a knife that big in the glove box?"

"It was one of grandpa's. And it's not like the cops around here are the only guys after my boobs." Lori grunted back as she went to the trunk to get he stuff.

"Oh." Kara opened the back door and pulled out her backpack. Seconds later Supergirl was waiting in her power pose and wearing a big smile. "Slow poke."

"Ha, ha. Very funny." Lori chuckled. She had worn jeans to school and a T-shirt. She put on a zippered hoodie and held her parka and her knitted hat in her right hand. Her boots were in her left with the gloves stuffed inside. "Ready, I guess."

"It'll be fine." Kara said reassuringly.

"I've never flown anywhere before." the nervous teen whined.

"It'll be fine. Your flying Air Kara. The safest airline on Earth." Supergirl joked. "Just get in and close the windows and fasten your seatbelt. Safety first you know."

Lori sighed. Then shook her head and groaned at Kara's corny joking. Lori tossed her things into the car and over to the passenger seat. She then gave Kara a questioning look. "Will the car be able to go as fast as we need it to go?"

"I've moved cars before. The windshields are a lot stronger than you might think. Now get in." Kara said with a big grin. Besides, if the windshield cracked she could just fix it with her heat vision. It's not like she hadn't done that before either.

Lori shrugged and rolled her eyes, then climbed in. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. Supergirl or not, it was a hair brained scheme. But then again if it went wrong they had the perfect excuse. They were both blonde.

Kara carefully picked up the car and levitated into the air. "Thank-you for flying Air Kara today. We will be flying at an altitude of 5000 feet and traveling at a speed of 300 miles an hour." Kara was waiting for Lori to catch on they wouldn't be flying all the way to the arctic. There was no way the car would survive the trip with the speed they'd have to go to get there and back in time. But there was a transport portal located near Smallville.

"Shouldn't we be heading north?" Lori asked a few minutes into the flight. She was looking all around at the scenery and wondered why they weren't headed north. And if they weren't going north, why did Linda tell her to wear something warm.

"We're taking a round about route." Kara chuckled. "Just enjoy the view."

Lori looked down and chuckled as even the cars from that height looked like ants crawling along. "Won't someone notice us?" she whined. If she could see cars on the ground, someone could see them.

"We're here." Kara announced as she started to descend 10 minutes later. "Please keep your hands inside the ride at all times."

"Where? All I see is corn." Lori whined in confusion.

Seconds later Kara, again dressed as Linda, was back in the passenger seat with Lori's things on her lap. "This is why we need the car." Kara stated. She had set the car down on a dirt access road between fields of tall corn stalks. "Carrying you I had to fly slow enough that someone could see. If we were spotted someone might be headed this way so we should get going."

Lori shrugged and then started the car. She put the car in gear and slowly drove towards the street. "Which way?"

Kara looked around to see if anyone was watching as she replied "Turn right. Then bare right at the fork a half mile down."

Kara had Lori drive about 5 miles and turn up a dirt driveway to a farm. "Where are we going?" Lori whined. It seemed odd to be driving up to someone's house.

"This is my aunts farm. We'll park inside the old barn and go the rest of the way on foot" Kara answered.

Kara showed Lori where to hide the car and she looked around. "Come on. We'll let Aunt Martha know we parked the car in the barn for a little while. Then we'll go."

"How far is it?" Lori asked as they walked towards the house.

"About a mile that way." Kara answered while pointing northeast. There was an out cropping of rock. Kara could see it from this distance, but the corn was blocking Lori's view.

"You got horses?" Lori asked as she gazed around seeing several out getting some sun and fresh air.

"Aunt Martha only has a few. Most are boarders. Why? You like horses?" Kara asked sensing Lori wasn't saying something.

"I wanted to learn to ride when I was younger, but dad said it was too expensive." Lori groaned.

Kara chuckled and said "That's an under statement. The woman who rents the barns and gives riding lessons gets like 250 bucks a month to board and feed each horse. And if she has to muck the stalls she charges even more."

Lori cringed and replied "Yikes."

"Yeah. Yikes." Kara chuckled. "But if you really want to get on one I think we could take a care of that."

"You mean it?" Lori shrieked with excitement. "You'd let me ride a horse."

"I'd give you a ride on one. I wouldn't hand you the reins where you don't know what your doing. But I'm sure one of them could use some exercise."

Ten minutes later the girls were walking out of the barn with Kara leading a saddled up thoroughbred named Titan, that's what Kara called him anyway. His name on the door was Durango. Lori made a funny face and asked "Why do you keep callin' him Titan? He's no where near the biggest horse?"

Kara bit her lip with a devilish grin and blushed slightly while climbing on. "Don't let how tall he is fool ya. He's hung like a horse." she joked.

"Wha?" Lori squeaked as it took a moment to register. Kara chuckled as Lori stepped back and leaned to the side to see under the horse.

"Your not gonna see it now." Kara chuckled. "Now stop kidding and climb on like I told you how." Kara had given Lori a few rudimentary instructions while saddling the horse.

Lori grinned as she walked to the left side of the horse. Kara removed her left foot from the stirrup so Lori could use it. The athletic girl had no trouble using the step to swing her right leg up and over, taking a seat behind her friend. "Ready." she proclaimed as she wrapped her arms around Kara's mid section.

Kara gave the horse a little nudge with her feet and pulled to the right on the reins. Lori giggled as the horse started walking. The plan was they would leave Lori's things in the car until they got to the out cropping of rocks, then Kara would zip back and get them. "When did you learn to ride" Lori asked as the horse slowly walked along.

"Aunt Martha taught me. She was giving me lessons less than a week after I got here." Kara answered.

"How old were you?" Lori whined. "Where were you before you got here?" Sure she knew Kara was from Krypton, but just when did she come to Earth?

"Ah, you want my life story." Kara chuckled. "Krypton blew up when I was 5. My father was an expert as it were with shields. He protected as much of the city as he could. But before we could find a new home our power reserves were going to be depleted."

"But Superman's been around over 15 years." Lori whined.

"I know. It's confusing. But time isn't always a linier function. And in some regions of subspace it actually runs backwards." Kara answered. "He was actually born when I was 5. But here he's older because of the path his ship took. I've only been here a few years. He grew up here."

"How old were you when you got here?"

"I was 10 when they put me in stasis. It was an old method and should only have been used for shorter trips. I aged about 3 more years on the trip here. But like I said, in some regions of subspace time doesn't work as it does in normal space. Both Superman and myself spent a very long time in the ships, yet in real time very little passed. In fact Kal's ship actually went back in time a few years."

"Back in time? If you can go back in time why didn't one of you just go back and tell your people what happened?" Lori whined. Seemed to be the thing to do.

"Your thinking of time as a linier function. Think of space time more as tree. We are at the very tip of one of the branches. The tips of the other branches are different quantum realities. If we go back in time and change something and try to come back we won't be able to. We could end up on the other side of the tree. And changing the course of history could also send ripples through all space and subspace. That would be like ripping branches from the tree. A big enough disruption could rip apart the fabric of space and time itself. That would be like killing the tree, it could destroy all of the multiverse." Kara explained, trying to put it as simply as possible.

"So you couldn't save your people if you wanted to?"

"Doing something that big would rip apart space time around Krypton. The end result would be everyone still dies and the ripples through space time could wipe out several other worlds as well." Kara whined.

It's not like she hadn't thought of it. She had even posed the question to Jor-El in the fortress. By his own words "Changing the course of history is forbidden."

"That sucks." Lori whined sympathetically. She hugged Kara who seemed to be getting depressed with the course of the discussion.

"We're here." Kara said as she enjoyed the hug. The out cropping of rock looked like a pile of large boulders with nothing but corn growing as far as the eye could see in any direction. It would take heavy equipment to move rocks that big Lori thought. They had to weigh several tons each.

The girls dismounted and Kara wrapped the reins around a rock the size of a watermelon. It was more than enough to keep the very tame horse in place. In a quick burst of speed, Kara was back. She was dressed as Supergirl and holding Lori's winter gear.

As Lori started putting her things on Kara took one final look around to make sure they weren't seen, then grabbed on to a big boulder. With no effort at all she moved a ten foot by six foot boulder off to the side.

"What the?" Lori asked seeing a set of stairs descending through the opening.

"Jor-El and my grandfather spent some time studying primitive cultures. This is a remnant of their visits to this world." Kara explained as she led the way in.

"And the big rocks were to hide it and keep humans out." Lori speculated as she followed. She was awed by the smooth as polished marble walls. The stones making up the walls were fitted so closely together a playing card wouldn't fit between them.

At the bottom of about 30 stairs stood a metal door with an impression of a hand. Kara placed her right hand into the impression and it lit up with a dim red glow. "It's sensing my Kryptonian DNA." she explained as the door slid up into a recess.

"So it'll only work for you and Superman." Lori said as she looked around when the walked into the 20 foot square chamber and the door closed behind them.

"It's a security measure. The doors and walls are built out of materials that human technology can't cut through yet." Kara explained as her awestruck friend looked around the small room. Kara shook her head and rolled her eyes. There really wasn't much to see. Smooth unadorned walls and a pedestal in the middle of the room.

"Why?" Lori asked. "What's this place do?"

"It's a communications and transport station. When my grandfather and uncle were here studying your people they would come here to report back home. It could also transport them back home or a few other places."

"Other places?" Lori asked as she came over to the pedestal. It was waist high and about 22 inches square. Inside a one inch border it was divided into 2 inch squares in an odd array of colors and strange characters. Lori recognized the S symbol Kara and Superman both wore.

"Back home, an observation station on Mars and the Fortress of Solitude. We'll be going to the fortress." Kara explained with a big smile. Then her eyes arched while luckily Lori was paying too much attention to the pretty colors. Kara wiped the shock off her face before Lori looked back up. But inside Kara was a bit confused. As Lori rested her hands on the edge of the pedestal some of the lighted panels reacted to her. Kara knew that shouldn't happen. Only someone with the proper Kryptonian markers in their DNA should be able to make that happen. It was like a combination lock and somehow Lori knew the combination.

"How does it work?"

"We press in the right combination of squares for where we want to go and presto, we're there." Kara stated as she pressed a five square sequence.

"WOW!" Lori gasped. There was a sudden flash of light and they were standing at a pedestal someplace else.

"Welcome Kal-El." the booming voice of Jor-El stated.

Kara rolled her eyes and loudly stated "It's Kara." she rolled her eyes again and mumbled "Damn security system in this place sucks." Everyone that walked in was Kal to the dumb computer.

"Welcome Kara." the voice said.

"That's cool." Lori gasped as she continued to gaze around at the icy walls and ceiling. She was wearing her winter gear, yet it seemed she really didn't need it. It wasn't that cold inside the structure.

"You ready?" Kara asked Lori. She smiled watching the girl look around in amazement.

"Why is it warm in here? Why isn't the ice melting?"

"I never bothered to ask why." Kara replied.

"Why did I need my coat?"

Kara shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Like you go to the arctic all the time. Don't you think that maybe you'd like to go outside and at least take a look?"

Lori chuckled. She hadn't thought of that. "I can go outside?"

"It's really cold out there, but if you ever wanted to see it here's you chance."

How could a curious girl pass up that chance Lori thought as she walked towards an opening. She zipped up her parka and put the hood up. Next she slipped on her gloves, then stepped out. "Ho-oll-lly cr--aa-ap." she gasped. It had to be 50 below.

"Too cold?" Kara innocently asked as she stepped out beside her friend. The sun was very low in the sky off to their right. "Some day I'll bring you here when the sun is down and we can see the aurora."

"That would be cool." Lori replied as she shivered and looked around. It was nothing but ice, but it was extremely beautiful. Unspoiled nature.

"Let me know when your ready." Kara smirked. Lori was a gutsy girl, but how long could she tough out the arctic cold?

Kara smirked for a good 5 minutes as Lori took in the view. "I'm ready I guess." she mumbled. She had stalled long enough, it was time to find out.

"Stand there." Kara said pointing to a spot on the floor when they went back inside. As Lori waited, Kara went up the stairs to the controls. She looked up slightly and called out "Jor-El, we need your assistance."

"What is it you require young Kara?" the voice replied.

"I have a friend with me. We would like to know if she is pregnant. Please run a level one scan." Kara knew that a level one scan was more than enough to answer a question of pregnancy. It would map Lori's DNA. The pedestal in Smallville might be just slightly damaged like the security program in the fortress, but Kara had suspicions and wanted to know for sure.

A blue light enveloped the nervous teen. Lori bit her lip and cringed. "Please god no." she whimpered.

"Subject is pregnant with a male child."

"Oh god nooo." Lori sobbed.

Kara was at her side in a heartbeat. She hugged Lori and sympathetically rubbed her back. "It'll be okay." she softly said.

"What do I tell Alan?" Lori cried. "He'll hate me. He'll never marry me now." Lori sobbed.

"We'll think of something." Kara sadly answered. "And if he's an ass I'll fry his."

Lori couldn't help but chuckle. "Can't even let me cry, can you?"

"It'll be fine. I have faith. Everything you've told me about you and Alan tells me he loves you more than anything. He might say a few wrong things, but I think he'll support you after he knows all the facts." Kara said. "You might have to give him some time though."

"You think he'll listen?"

"I could bring him here and put him outside until he does." Kara joked.

Lori chuckled again. "Mom won't be too mad. But dad will be through the roof." she groaned. "What will I tell him? He doesn't know what we've been doin'."

"One step at a time. One step at a time. First we tell your boyfriend, then your dad. There's no hurry with him. You won't be showing for months. Your mom will just have to work on him." Kara said.

"You really think mom could get dad to be okay with this?" Lori asked with a very doubtful tone.

"No, but I think if Alan's on board your mom could keep him from killing you and Alan, or going after the chief or doin' something else stupid." Kara replied.

Lori sighed deeply as she thought things over. "There's always an abortion. Dad would be happy if Alan leaves and he'll know nothing if I have an abortion." Lori whined. She didn't believe in abortion, but now it seemed like a viable solution.

"Why don't we wait until we know how Alan reacts first before you do something that rash?"

"He's gonna be pissed."



Father David sat in his hotel room. On top of the table in front of him was the open master control box. On his head was a head set with a mouth piece. "You will save your virginity for me and no one else. You will believe it is for your future husband, but it is mine." he said.

Programming the chips was a bit laborious, but it was worth it in the end. And after doing over a thousand of them he had gotten very good at it. In fact he had a script written on what to include. He picked up a pen and opened a notebook titled Chicago. He flipped through the pages to find a blank page. He marked down the doctor's name and those of her daughters. Next to them he put down the index code for the individual chips. You have to have a way of calling the girl you want. That and code words spoken by the right individual were the triggers. A mom telling her daughter that they had to go see the girl's father was a favorite. Some girls were even helping him. They knew they had chips and for money would turn tricks and point out their friends. The chips carried only so many commands. It was helpful to have girls that could think on their feet and didn't need to be under control of the chips all the time. Especially if they had mind control abilities.

Father David pulled the newly programmed chip from the device and placed it in a small envelope baring the teen girl's name. It was important to get the right chip into the right girl. Next he pulled out another chip. He marked a question mark and a 1 for the name. He placed it in the device to be programmed. This one wouldn't be by the script. He had no idea who the powerful minds were, but that much power could be of great use to him. If he could catch them.

"You will do my bidding or great pain will fill your entire being. You will not be able to do anything to hurt me or anyone under my protection. The powers of your mind are mine and mine to command. You will tell me the truth at all times or great pain will befall you." The receiver of this chip wouldn't be doing things and not remember. This subject was destined for so much more. Without having to be clueless to their actions and blackmailed by the pain they would do his bidding, whoever they were. And because they would be awake, the chips would control them much sooner. Whoever it was would be able to try and resist, but the pain generated by the devise would do the training.

The priest finished his programming, then got ready to go out. He carried the three chips he'd need for the night, then left his room. He caught a taxi and headed off to dinner and an evening of sex with the good doctor.

In the morning he'd go visit Emma again. He was hoping the powerful minds showed up again. Hopefully one at a time, it would make things easier. He didn't know if he had the help needed for one, never mind two. But he was very curious to find out just who they were.



"They were gonna kill you." Lori whined. She had gotten home just before Alan was dropped off by a state police cruiser. The couple were sitting on the picnic table in the middle of the back yard. As the crickets chirped around them Lori had told Alan the whole story. Well, almost. She left out that Linda was Supergirl and that one of the guys she was forced to have sex with was a big black man. Alan was a bit of a bigot like her father. She also toned down the whole gang bang bit as well. A half dozen guys spread between her and Linda sounded a lot less awful.

Alan had his left arm wrapped around Lori's shoulders. A good sign to the mother watching from the kitchen window, But not so good to Lori. Normally when sitting like this with their backs to the house his hand would be on her tit. "And who else knows your pregnant?" Alan asked.

Lori could tell Alan was extremely pissed. Although he had his arm around her, his questions were cold and unfeeling. But who could blame him she thought. He had waited patiently for so long to get what the chief took from them. Her virginity was to be her wedding night gift to him. Now even the wedding seemed doubtful to her. Deep inside she feared they were through. "Mom, and Linda." Lori sobbed. The tears were seeming to help and it wasn't much effort at all to get them flowing.

"If Chief Childs ever comes back." Alan started.

"You'd have to act fast because there's a line that'll be in front of you." Lori finished. "And if I get to him first his title will be eunuch."

Alan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He didn't want to say the wrong thing. He still loved Lori, and he was pissed. But it was a situation out of their control. The cops were out to get her and they did. There was nothing they could have done differently. The threats against him he didn't worry about. If anyone attacked him they better finish the job because he'd be coming back after them. But he couldn't be too mad at Lori. If she refused they would have gone after her mom and little brother as well. Lori was trapped by her feelings. And deep down he knew if she did challenge the chief and her family was hurt that deep down Lori would be resentful to him.

After a pause Alan thought to lighten their depression. "They gave me a reward you know." he quietly said.

"For telling them where the girl was?"

"And a few other things." Alan replied. He wasn't proud he ratted out his friend. But they had given him a written letter stating his pal would not be arrested or prosecuted. And to make sure they kept their word Alan insisted on some heavy penalties if they changed their minds. As in millions of penalties.

"So, how much money did they give you?" Lori asked. A change of subject was more than welcome at the moment.

"The building." the young man stated smugly.

"What building?" Lori whined. Then she glanced up at his face and saw the look. "Noooo!"

"And the one across the street too."

"Oh my god. That's awesome." Lori said. Then the wheels in the busty girl's brain went to work. "We don't have the money to fix one of them up."

"We have that money I was saving to buy one. It's a start." Alan answered with a smile.

"Maybe if you sell the small one."

"I don't think having another gas station right across the street will be good for us right when we're starting out."

Lori sighed. "We're so close." she whined.

"A lot closer than before." Alan said reassuringly. "Before we were still trying to get the money just to buy one of them."

"Your right. We should be grateful. But now I'm also worried about having a baby too." Lori whined. "You think we could use some of the money you saved to get me an abortion?"

"Abortion?" Alan shrieked. "No way. Not after what happened to that cousin of your friend Sharon." The girl had hemorrhaged and bled to death.

"That was a freak accident." Lori replied with sadness in her voice. Such events were always possible, but she'd take the chance to be able to keep Alan.

"Your not getting an abortion." Alan stated firmly. He wouldn't let Lori risk it. He was still a bit mad, but he loved her and wouldn't want any harm to befall her.

"But it's not yours." she whined.

"And the only ones who know that are you, me, your mother and your friend Linda. The baby is ours." Alan stated. He wasn't crazy about the idea, but his heart belonged to Lori.

"Wha?"

"The baby's ours."

"My dad will kill you. And I don't mean figuratively."

"I have an idea." Alan stated as he stood up, leaving a confused looking girl on the picnic table.

"Oh my god." Janet muttered as she watched the young man kneel in front of her daughter.

Alan reached into his pocket and said "They gave me something else." as he pulled out the small box."

"Are you asking me to marry you?" the wide eyed blonde asked excitedly.

"If you let me finish, yeah." Alan chuckled. It was getting dark, but he could see her bright smile and her cheeks blushing. "It's from Tiffany's." he said opening the box to show Lori a rock that was made for her. It was way better than the one he bought.

"Oh my god."

"Lori, you've changed my life for the better since the first day we met. I can't imagine how I could go through life without you. Would you do me the honor of being my bride?" he said sincerely and from the heart.

"Oh my god, YES." she shrieked as she jumped of the table and tackled him to the ground. She kissed his face playfully several times, then sat up astride of him and put a serious face on. As he smiled up at her she said "But not that ring. I want the one you bought for me."

"But this one is better...Hey.How did you."

"Know you bought me a ring?" the smart girl asked. "Simple. When's the last time you actually did any cleaning in your apartment?"

"Errrr."

"You've been there how long and your bathroom doesn't stink... Well, not since you gave me a key." Lori said with a smirk.

"Huh."

Lori rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I've been sneaking over there when you were at work and my parents didn't know to clean. I cleaned your bathroom, but mostly that was for me when I visited. I vacuumed and dusted. I even did some laundry."

Alan smiled up at her and shook his head as he chuckled. "I'm an idiot."

"No. You've been so busy working overtime and trying to make sure you spend time with me that you didn't notice." Lori answered. "And I'm serious. I want the other ring."

"What do we do with this one?"

"We sell it." Lori stated firmly. "We've seen those buildings. We're gonna need a place to live and that two bedroom apartment's gonna need a lot of work. We can get a lot of dry wall with the money we can get for that."

"How much can we get?"

"I don't know. We'll have to take it to the jewelers and ask. But it's from Tiffany's so it's got to be worth a lot."

Janet had a big grin as she watched the young couple walking towards the back door. With them walking hip to hop she knew her husband was going to be blowing a gasket, but she was happy if her daughter was happy.

As Lori and Alan started up the stairs Janet couldn't take it a second longer. She whipped open the door and gasped "So did you say yes?"

"I said yes mom." Lori chuckled.

"Let's see it. Let's see the ring."

"We have to go get it. It's at his apartment." Lori said shaking her head with a big grin as her mother looked confused.

"I thought I saw him holding a box?"

Lori and Alan had knowing grins as they walked into the house. A little humor at mom's expense was in order. And it was a lesson about spying on them from the window. After the confused woman closed the door Lori looked at her and in a serious tone stated "I don't want that ring. I want a different one."

For a bit of effect Alan took the ring out of his pocket and held it out to his future mother in-law. "This one's not good enough for her."

Mom's jaw dropped as she took the box and saw the name. Her shocked expression grew as she opened it. Lori and Alan chuckled as they hung onto one another. Mom looked at her daughter and in a nearly breathless voice asked "Are you crazy? This ring's gorgeous?"

"It's not the one I want. I want the one he bought for me. It's the one with meaning. It's the one from his heart." Lori explained.

Janet could understand that as the young couple grinned at her. "And what about this one?"

"We sell it and use it to help fix up the gas station." Lori said trying hard to stifle a laugh.

"Huh." Mom knew of the plan to buy one of the gas stations. But she wasn't up to speed yet.

After a few seconds Lori nudged Alan and said "Tell her."

"While I was gone I was given an offer. That congressman that was looking for his daughter that's been in the news? I kinda know where she was. I got the two gas stations as a reward." Alan said.

"Both? They gave you both?" mom asked. Then it hit her. "Wait. What do you mean you knew where they were?"

"It's okay mom. No one's in any trouble. The FBI has already found them and she's fine. It'll be on the news tonight." Alan had been updated just before he was dropped off. And there will most likely be another Washington scandal when the news gets out she made porn movies.

Janet sighed as she thought things over for a few seconds. She looked at Lori and sighed again. She couldn't believe she was going to say this, but it would make telling her husband, Richard, the news. There would be yelling and a tantrum so it would be better if Lori were out of the house. "Maybe it would be better if you spend the night at Alan's."

"Seriously?" Lori asked. Her mother never would have said yes had she ever asked. Now she was suggesting it.

"Sure, you go get your ring and spend the night. Leave this one and I'll bring it to work tomorrow and ask a few jewelers what it's worth. That is if your serious about selling it."

"I'm serious mom." Lori said. She then hugged her mom and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks."

"Yeah, thanks." Alan said as he too hugged Janet.

Lori led Alan by the hand down the hall to her room. When she was sure she was out of earshot of her mother she leaned into him and whispered. "You do know that there's no point in waiting 'til our wedding night now, don't you?"



Supergirl meanwhile had raced north to the fortress once again. "Welcome Kal-El." Jot-El's voice said again.

"Damn computer." Kara muttered as she walked into the center of the structure. "Loudly she called out "Jor-El. Jor-El, it's Kara and I need to talk with you." she knew this wasn't going to be easy. The computer could be just as evasive as Jor-El was in real life. Not that she knew first hand, but she had heard stories. Yet she had some very specific questions to ask and would leave very little wiggle room.

"Welcome Kara." the computer answered.

"I was here earlier with a friend. I wish to excess the data from the scans." Kara stated.

"What information do you seek?"

Easier than she thought it would be Kara thought. "Are there Kryptonian fragments in her DNA?"

Kara grinned smugly as the seconds ticked by. She could imagine the computer brain trying to find a way to wiggle it's way out of this. "Yes." the computer finally answered without a characteristic explanation.

"How much Kryptonian is she?" Kara asked.

"Given the number of markers remaining, she would be 5 to 7 generations removed. From pure Kryptonian."

Kara folded her arms across her chest and had a smug look wishing the real Jor-El was here to face these questions. She stifled a laugh as she did some quick calculations. "How many Kryptonians were on Earth between the 1840s and 1880s?" she then asked. She already had an idea of the answer. She just wanted Jor-El's words to say it. Jor-El and her grandfather were the only two she knew of.

"Three." the computer answered.

Kara nodded with a smug expression. "Besides you and my grandfather, who else was here?"

"Your friend is of the family of El." the computer answered in true Jor-El fashion. He was never much fun. At least from her memories.

"Was it you or grandfather that mated with a human?" she asked next.

"Your friend is of the family of El." the computer answered again.

Kara squinted her eyes as she mumbled "Well, I'll be." That answer meant it was him and he knew he made a child. And he expected that someday it would be discovered. But how would he know it would be discovered? When he made this program it was for Kal and Earth technology was too primitive to detect alien DNA of such limited amounts. Kara thought that maybe if Jor-El thought Kal would want to mate with a human then he'd have her scanned here to make sure it was safe. But by now Lori was too far removed from them for there to be an issue like that.

"Why does Lori not have powers?" Kara asked. As far as she knew none of her family had powers. Kara had a feeling that once Lori knew she was Supergirl she'd have said something.

"The joining of a human and Kryptinian has an equal chance of creating a child with powers or without them. Even if a child were born with powers, through generations the powers would be lost. Even a pure Kryptonian after several generations under a yellow sun would loose the DNA markers that give us powers under the yellow sun." Jor-El explained.

Kara furrowed her eyebrows in deep thought. If she understood. Even if she had a child with another Kryptonian. And they did too and so forth. Then eventually they would be as powerless as humans. "Thank-you Jor-El." she said as she walked away while thinking it all over.

Kara flew back to Kansas, but not straight to school. She first made a side trip to Diana's. Kara sat on the sofa as Diana paced the floor. "Let me get this straight. Aback in the 1800s your uncle and grandfather were here on Earth. And Jor-El had a child with an Earth woman."

"And Lori is a descendant." Kara stated.

"And they were here in Kansas studying primitive cultures?"

"Before a civilization starts broadcasting radio signals the ways of obtaining data is limited to visiting in person or sending probes. Them being here in the first place is probably why Jor-El sent Kal here. He must have liked what he found." Kara said.

"Evidently more than just liked." Diana joked.

"Ha, ha. But should I tell her?" Kara whined. "She can access Kryptonian technology."

"I wouldn't bother. The only time she'll be near Kryptonian tech is with you. And if anyone else found out she could be in danger from anyone seeking to use technology left behind on Earth. Technologies that might be harmful to you and Kal." Diana answered.

"So I have a distant cousin and I should just let it go?"

"For her safety, yes." Diana replied. She understood the youngster's desire for family, but Lori could be in real danger if anyone found out. Diana had wondered several times about the same thing. She had to have relatives in the man's world. After all there were no men on Paradise Island. She had to have a father, but her mother would never talk about it. All a warrior needs to know is her father was strong and brave. A warrior wouldn't bed a man otherwise.



Late that evening Janet Taylor sat watching the Late Show with Jonny Carson as the lights from Richard's car turned into the driveway. Tommy had been in bed for several hours and was by now asleep. She was wearing a bathrobe over her red teddy incase he lad had to go to the bathroom or something. Over the past few hours she had played several angles in her mind as to how to get Richard to accept Alan.

Janet stood up and jumped slightly when Richard slammed the car door hard. Very hard. A sign that something was very wrong. "Just great." she mumbled as she pasted a smile on her face and walked to the door to greet him. "Let's make this even harder."

Richard was steaming as he walked up to the front door. His mood changed little as he saw his wife holding the door open for him. "What's wrong?" she asked seeing his distraught face.

Richard's face took on a look of total defeat. He stooped at the bottom of the stairs and sighed as he looked up at his wife. "They're closing the plant. They're moving operations to China." He was less than 2 years shy of his golden 80 pension.

"When?" the shocked woman whined. They were just getting back on their feet after she had been out of work.

"End of the week." he grumbled as he slowly walked up the couple of steps to the front door and his sympathetic wife. "The union jumped in this morning and is negotiating the closing."

Janet wrapped her arms around her worried man and said "We'll figure something out." Actually she was already working angles in her mind. Lori's brains had to have come from somewhere. After a couple of seconds a light bulb lit up in her head. "Oh my god. I have it."

"Have what?" the depressed man asked.

"Come in and sit down. I'll pop your dinner in the microwave." This was a good night to have made his favorite, barbeque baby back ribs.

"Jeremy seems to think Dow might be hiring over in Metropolis. But with over a thousand guys out of work come the week-end I'm sure they be picking the younger guys." he groaned as he stepped in and carried his lunch box to the kitchen.

This just got so much tougher Janet thought as she followed. "Sit down. We have a lot to discuss." she said as she moved over to the fridge.

Richard was just sitting down when the phone rang. He jumped to answer it before the ringing would wake up Lori. Tommy could sleep through a marching band playing outside his window. Janet looked on curiously as she popped the plate into the microwave oven and programmed it to heat the plate for 2 minutes.

"Hello?" Richard answered. "Yes Ziggy." Janet recognized the name of his coworker and one of the shop stewards. Janet stood by with a worried expression as she heard half the conversation. "They're done already?............They did?.. That's great.That'll be a help." Janet saw some of the stress leave her husband and was happy he was getting some good news. It would help with what she had to tell him.

Richard groaned and looked deep in though as he listened. "Uh huh...full severance...accrued vacation...It's a big help. It'll give me more time to find something...Yeah, thanks for calling..Good luck to you too."

Richard hung up the phone as the microwave dinged, signaling his dinner was ready. "Well, what did he say?" Janet asked as she pulled the hot plate out of the microwave.

"They gonna give us all our vacation time we have saved up and a weeks severance for each year of service. That's almost 40 weeks pay." He had worked several of his vacations over the years and banked the time incase they were ever in dire straits some day.

"That is good. It'll give you a lot of tome to work with."

He smiled and said "It gets better. They're giving money to the pension plan. Their giving us each an extra three years. That means I can collect in 2 or 3 months."

"That's great." she excitedly replied. And now that the world wasn't ending it might make her news go down easier. She placed the plate on the table and reached over to the counter for the roll of paper towels. Good ribs were messy.

"So, what's your news?" he asked as he sat down and got ready to dig in. If his mind weren't already occupied by thoughts of the phone call he might have been suspicious of his wife motives by putting a rib dinner in front of him. They had been married for over 20 years.

"It can wait a few minutes." she replied as she put her thoughts together in her head. "In fact, why don't you eat first. I have to make a few phone calls." she said with a big smile and was racing for the basement stairs to use that phone .

"Your gonna call people at this hour?" he called after her. It was 12:30 in the morning.

Half an hour later Janet was back as Richard rinsed off his plate and put it in the dishwasher. "You gonna tell me what you got going on in that head of yours?"

"Oh, yeah." she said with a smile and arching her eyebrows repeatedly. "Take a seat. And I don't want you to interrupt."

Richard shrugged. As he took his seat he thought how bad her idea could be. "Okay. I'm listening."

"First of all. Do you remember the first time you came to pick me up? What my dad was doing?" Janet whined. First things first. She needed to tell him about the engagement before anything else would make sense.

Richard chuckled. "Yeah, he was sitting at the kitchen table cleaning his guns and told me you were his only daughter and If I crossed the line he'd blow a hole in my ass. But what's that got to do with anything?"

"A lot. He hated you because he thought you were too old for me, remember? You were 23 and I was still 17."

"This is about Lori and Alan, isn't it?" he angrily asked.

"Calm down."

"I won't calm down. I'll kill the prick."

Janet put a stern face on and stared down her husband. "You will do nothing. This has gone on for too long. A few years ago Lori was too young, but now she's an adult and we need to let her make her own decisions, good or bad."

"I'll"

"Do nothing." Janet growled, telling him she was putting her foot down. "Besides, you need him right now."

"What do you mean I need him? I don't need him for anything." Richard stated with a stare of his own.

Janet sat back in her chair, a little change in tactics to keep him off balance. Through the years they had fought many times, and she knew how to play the game. "When we first met what was your dream? What did you tell me you wanted to do?"

"My grandfather's store? What's grandpa's store got to do with anything?" he whined. His father died in the war, but his grandpa had a store and it was his first job when he was 14. When he was young he wanted nothing more than to have his own store just like grandpa.

"Everything. It's about dreams. It's about passions. Grandpa had a small general store in the center of town, but chain stores ruined that. But what about a package store. I've heard you say a package store would be even better. You wouldn't have to work Sundays." Janet said as she looked wide eyed at Richard.

"What does this have to do with anything?" He looked at her thinking sometimes she could be like Edith Bunker. Always taking the long way to get there.

"What would be the best place in town to have a package store?" Janet asked with a smug expression. She knew the answer as well as he did.

"On the road right between the twp colleges of course." he replied. That was a given. Having grown up in town he had thought of that many times over the years.

"Yeah, right where those old gas stations are. You know they converted that gas station at the other end of town to a self serve gas station and a convenience store?" the woman with a plan asked.

"Now what's a convenience store at the other end of town got to do with a package store?"

"If you can convert a gas station into a convenience store, why can't you turn one into a package store?" Janet proposed.

"I guess you could. You want me to buy one of those beat up old gas stations and fix it up? That'll cost a fortune. Lori and Alan have been trying for years to get a decent price on one of them." Richard whined as he looked strangely at his wife.

"That's why you'll need a few partners."

"Partners?"

"Yes, partners. You'll need help in the store. Your grandfather had workers, but partners will have a vested interest in the business. And the ones I have in mind bring something to the table." Janet said smugly. The phone calls she made brought about a plan. She just needed to get Richard on board and her friends needed to work on their husbands as well.

"What partners. We don't even have a building." Richard whined.

"First you'll need a liquor license. That's where Ken Belmont comes in. After his family restaurant burned down last year he's been hurting for money. The insurance company's been giving him the run around and the town doesn't want to give approval because his lot is to small to build the same size building they had. They don't want people parking on the street anymore. And all the liquor licenses in town are issued. His wife is trying to get him to accept an offer from Lenny Corbin to sell the land. He holds the franchise rights to build a Burger King in town. Secondly you take in Barry Whitmore. After he hurt his back he's been just puttering around. His son is now running the construction company. Ken brings the license, Barry brings in the crew to fix up the building and you supply the building. And they both have run their own businesses." Janet explained.

Richard was looking at her like she was totally nuts. "But I don't have one of the buildings. And Lori and Alan couldn't get the price down to a reasonable level." he whined.

"No we don't, but Alan does. He owns both of them now."

"What?"

"I told you you'll need him. In fact you two need each other. He needs money to fix up one and you need the other to have your dream if a business. And I want you closer to home. And after all those years in the factory I think you deserve a place that's air conditioned during the summer." Janet said.

"What do you mean he owns both of them? Since when? How?" Richard was now totally lost.

Janet grinned and leaned forward. She gave her head a little wiggle as she gave Richard a smug look. "Seems Alan knew where Congressman Crenshaw's daughter was. He got the two buildings and this as a reward." she stated as she reached into her bathrobe's left pocket and pulled the ring box out. She placed it on the table and flipped up the cover for Richard to see.

Richard's eyes shot wide open. He gave the expensive ring a whistle, then looked at his wife's grinning face. His face then took on a hard expression. "No. He's not going to give her that ring. No way, no how."

"She already turned it down." Mom chuckled.

Richard's eyes opened wide again. "Is she crazy? That thing's got to be worth thousands. What the hell does she expect?"

"She wants the ring he bought for her out of love." Janet chuckled. "If you can believe that."

"Your mom laughed at the ring I bought you too." Richard chuckled back. It wasn't funny at the time, but now it was a fond memory. The ring still on Janet's finger was nothing more than a diamond chip.

"You can make up for that now." Janet said with a big wicked smile.

"Wait. What do you mean she wanted a different ring? What ring?"

"They're engaged. He proposed right out there in the back yard and she said yes." Janet said. "Actually she yelled yes and tackled him."

"They're engaged?" he asked, anger again showing on his face.

Janet sat calmly for a moment then leaned forward again. She gritted her teeth and growled "Yes. And your going to learn to except it. They love each other and through thick and thin have stuck it out." And the fact he was willing to say another man's child was his showed he had character and completely won mom over. "Your going to bite your tongue and accept this. Your going to use your severance check to buy the small gas station, giving them the money they'll need to start fixing the other."

"But?"

"No buts. From now on your going to be nice to Alan. Your going to buy the building, helping them and us. And your gonna buy me this ring, if we can afford it." Janet stated as if it were final. "You do think I deserve a ring like this after all these years don't you?"

"Better. You deserve better than I could ever give you." the man that had seen enough battles replied without hesitation.

"Good." Janet said with a grin. She knew when to play the worth card. "I'll take this to work and find out just what it's worth. If it's not too bad we'll work out a price with Lori and Alan." There were three jewelry stores in the mall. It shouldn't be too hard to get it appraised. And the whole pregnancy thing would wait. Lori wouldn't show for some time yet.

"I guess I can be nicer to Alan." Richard grumbled.

"That's a start." Janet chuckled as she stood up. "Now I think a little celebration is in order." she added as the robe fell to the floor.

Richard's eyes shot open once more. The red lace teddy left little to the imagination. Her huge DDD-cup breasts over filled the garment and even though she was 42, she still had an incredible ass. She didn't have the body of some of Lori's friend's, but she still had an awesome figure. "I am one lucky man." he lustfully stated as he stood up.

Tommy's bedroom door opening had Janet uttering "Oh crap." as she quickly grabbed her robe off the floor and ducked for cover as the sleepy boy shuffled to the bathroom.





Tuesday Sept. 16, 1979



Early Tuesday morning Kara say in the library. She chuckled as looked up when Lori sat down across from her. She leaned over the table and whispered "I take it it went well by that look on your face?"

"Better than well." Lori said with a grin of her own as she held her hand up and wiggled her fingers.

Kara smirked and ignored the ring. "What?" she joked by asking as if she saw nothing.

"Ha, ha, very funny." We're engaged. I told him almost everything and he proposed."

"Almost everything?"

Lori leaned in and whispered. "Well, I didn't think you'd want me to tell him about you being you know who. And I left out one of the guys they made me have sex with was black. When it comes to colored people, he and my father seem to agree there."

Kara nodded and grinned. "Congratulations. But the nose knows there's more. Even your deodorant can hide it from me."

Lori giggled and wore an ear to ear smile. "Get this. Mom told me to spend the night at Alan's so she could break the news to dad."

"And you took full advantage. Didn't you?"

"There's no point in waiting anymore. And oh, yeah. Five minutes after we got in the door we were in bed. And again this morning in the shower." Lori chuckled. "Oh god it felt so good to wake up with his arms around me." she gushed.

"So, have you thought about when the big day might be?" Kara asked.

"Not yet. I'm thinking next Christmas vacation. We have a lot of other things planned. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Alan told them where the Crenshaw girl was and some things about a break in at Stark towers years ago. As a reward they gave him both of those gas stations. Between the baby, getting the gas station fixed and redoing the apartment upstairs we'll be too busy over the next year to deal with planning a wedding."

"I hope I'm invited." Kara chuckled.

"I was kinda hoping you'd be one of my bride's maids."



Father David waited down the hall from Emma's padded room, her condition was finally improving. Her screaming had subsided and the medications she was being given to curb her hunger for coke were having a calming influence. The priest had several telepaths even more powerful than him wandering the halls trying to look inconspicuous dressed as doctors wearing lab coats and stethoscopes. One at a time they'd walk by the room and reach in with their minds, searching for another being.

Father David had formulated a plan. First, disable who ever it was. Second, keep them from fleeing. If they could get in without the door, getting out would be just as easy. Third, make them show themselves. Forth, chip them, thus enslaving them. Finally they would teach whoever it was the futility in resisting. They were going to belong to him, body and soul. A being that powerful would serve his organization well.

The other situation Father David wanted answers to was about what happened in London. Two young women, a blonde and a brunette, walked in kicked ass and stole his property. Two hours later a similar situation happened in Paris. This time one of the girls was dirty blonde while the other was a redhead. The priest halted all operations after LA was hit two hours after that. This time one of them was a small bald headed old man and the other was a very young looking black girl. Father David was sure those events and what was going on around Emma were connected somehow. And he was bound and determined to find out just how.

Helen skipped her study hall again. She popped in to see her mom getting her ass stared at by a bunch of teen boys as she wrote notes for her history class on the blackboard. Even though mom was conservatively dressed in a pantsuit, there was no hiding her curves. The boys learned little in her class other than their teacher like thong panties and lacy bras on her large breasts. "Some things never change." she chuckled as she enjoyed the energy given off by their lust.

Helen then popped into Mr. Winslow's math class and got another burst of energy. She giggled as he and Mae seemed to be hiding their affair from the class, but Mae was pushing it. She wore a loose fitting top and no bra. Her hair was in a ponytail and as the teacher wandered up and down the rows while he lectured, she'd adjust her posture so he'd have a look down her top. Helen giggled. Mae had a cafeteria study next and Bill had a free period. Helen wondered with the way Mae was acting and Bill's fairly well hidden boner, thanks to his baggy pants and jockey shorts, if the nearby book closet was about to get used.

Lust to Helen was like a candy bar to a human, a quick pick me up. But after her short snack it was time to get back on the case. Helen was sure Emma was the key. She was one of the priest's girls and she was sure he or one of his associates would be looking for her. Helen turned her attention north and vanished from school.

Helen popped back into Emma's padded room. The girl seemed to be in peaceful slumber, probably the first good sleep she'd had in a while Helen thought. Helen giggled as she felt the girl's dream. "Nothing like a big black cock." she said.

"Rest child. Your nightmare is nearly over. When we catch this creep you'll be free. And I promise, I'll make sure you'll get the man of your dreams in the sack at least once." Helen softly said to the girl. Not that Emma could hear her. She was invisible and slightly out of phase with normal space. She could see and hear everything around her, but no one in normal space could see or hear her.

Helen stood over the sleeping beauty. She felt a bit sorry the girl needed a straightjacket, but it was for her own good. Helen stood in the middle of the room with Emma curled up in one corner. Helen thought nothing of it as the door opened and over a dozen doctors walked in. It seemed to be just a training visit as most seemed young and one seemed to be teaching. A tall thin good looking dark haired man walked over to Emma. "This case is very interesting. Here we have a young girl who became addicted to drugs very quickly..."

Helen paid little attention as the young doctors spread out in the room while the teacher gave a rundown on Emma's condition. Helen noticed nothing wrong until the teacher loudly said "NOW."

Helen's eyes opened wide as every lab coated person in the room turned and looked in her direction. Not seeing her, yet seemingly knowing she was there. The moment's hesitation in her reaction proved costly. In a fraction of a second it took her to think of getting out of there, the telepaths a focused on her with one coordinated thought. Pain, intense pain.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGHH." Helen screamed as she fell to her knees, mentally and physically crippled by intense pain that made her feel like her head was going to explode.

Helen tried to block them, but there were too many and they had spread out to surround her. She wanted to pop away but couldn't clear her mind enough to even pop to the next room. "Nooooo." she screamed as she curled up into a ball holding her throbbing head. Helen winced as she tried to push back. They were just humans and she was a goddess, but there were too many. She could handle maybe 8 or nine, but they had her over matched.

"Show yourself. We know your there, show yourself." Father David growled. His whole plan hinged on if they destroyed his quarry's concentration his prey would loose their cloaking ability. "Focus harder. More pain." he ordered his team.

"AAAAAAAARRRGGGG." Helen screamed as she writhed on the floor. "Mom." she whimpered without the ability to use her mind to summon help.

Father David grinned as a ghostly image of a young woman wearing white appeared and vanished several times. Helen fought hard, but couldn't hold out much longer. "Keep it up. She's weakening. I can feel it." Father David chuckled. She was strong, very strong. And soon she'd be his.

"Noooo." Helen whimpered as her concentration was totally broken and she became part of normal space.

"Yes." Father David chuckled as he knelt down next to the writhing blonde. Even with her face being a mask of pain he could see she was attractive. In her teens he figured with a nice rack that was showing through her nearly transparent white gown.

Father David pulled a small silver disk out of his pocket. He grinned as her hands gripped the side of her head as if she was trying to hold her skull together. He placed the disk on her forehead and watched it melt into her head. "Your mine now, who ever you are."

The disguised priest then placed his right palm against her forehead. He focused his mind as hard as he could to have his thoughts heard over the screaming pain in her head. He was a bit surprised he wasn't able to read any of her thoughts, her mind was too complicated. "You are mine. You will do as I say. If you disobey me in anyway the pain you feel now will be nothing compared to the pain the chip I placed I your head will cause you."

"LEAVE ME ALONE. LET ME GO!" Helen screamed. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were shut tight as she tried in vain to block them out.

"It is of no use resisting. In a matter of minutes that chip I put in your head will make the needed connections for me to control you." Without having to program a chip fully to control an individual it took much less time for full control. Fear of the pain the chip could inflict and the knowledge he would give her that he could command her to kill herself if he desired would make her behave.

"NOOOO!." Helen shouted and grabbed one of the men that was too close. With one arm she threw him across the room and into the padded wall. With a slight decrease in the pain due to the man's loss of concentration she reached for the priest as the man she threw jumped to his feet unharmed. "Focus harder." the priest angrily commanded as he was sent sailing across the room.

"LEAVE ME BE." Helen angrily shouted as she focused as hard as she could to block them. She struggled to her feet with her teeth clenched and tears streaking from her tightly closed eyes.

Father David laughed as he climbed to his feet. "Stay back, but keep at her. In a few minutes she'll be helpless to stop us. We just need to keep her here and from calling for help."

Father David glanced over at the slumbering girl in the corner. The drugs and a mental hit from him had her sleeping undisturbed during this whole affair. And the two telepaths he left outside the doors to the room and observation room made sure they wouldn't be interrupted for a while.

The priest took a deep breath and let it out slowly. No one else had ever taken this kind of onslaught by him or his telepaths and been able to fight, never mind stand. But he had faith that given time the technology he wielded would win out once more. It had never failed him.

He spoke loudly so she would hear over her own groaning and though the pain. "When we release you, you will not flee or call for help. Doing so will cause more pain than you could ever imagine. You will stay and listen. You will do no harm to anyone. These are my commands and you will obey."

Father David checked his watch. It had been barely a minute. He had to give the girl, who or what ever she was, was putting up a bigger fight than he had seen in his 30 plus years of doing this. Part of him even wondered if his telepaths could keep the pressure on much more than two minutes. They had never been tested like this. "We're more than half way. Keep the pressure on."

"I WILL KILL YOU!" Helen threatened. "I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU!"

Father David smirked at the last efforts of the naïve girl. Now that she was standing on wobbly legs he was getting a better look at her body through her nearly transparent white gown. Firm young looking C-cup tits. A firm tight little ass. Long blonde hair. He hope the scrunched up face would be as awesome as the rest of her once her mask of pain was gone.

"AAAAARRGGHH." Helen screamed. Her hands were still pressing the sides of her head. Her breathing was labored, making Father David wonder why she hadn't passed out yet. Tears streaked her cheeks, yet she still pushed back.

Helen struggled with the agony for another minute and a half before the priest cautiously said "Okay, back off a little. But be ready if she tries anything." Or it didn't work. At this point he didn't want her getting away.

Helen's pain subsided to a manageable level. She stood in the middle of the room, gasping for air. Air she would hardly need at any other time. After a moment of heavy breathing, Helen opened her eyes wide to stare at the man in charge. She wanted to kill him then and there, but it was more prudent to get out. The demigoddess quickly focused her mind on Metropolis in an effort to run. "AAAAAAA." she screamed and collapsed to the floor squeezing her skull once again.

Father David sighed as a grin came to his face. "Looks like it worked. Thanks for the help." The telepaths released the suffering girl from their grasp. Helen though continued to writhe in agony on the floor.

Father David knelt down next to her and in a commanding voice said "It will stop when you properly apologize and refer to me by my title. You will address me as master."

"I'll .. AAAAAGGGGHHHH." Helen screamed as her pain intensified before she could inform the man she would kill him.

"Relax and apologize. Then we can have a civilized chat." the priest said calmly. A fight was expected. He didn't think someone as powerful as she seemed to be would surrender without a struggle. But the struggle was one she could never win. It was in her own mind. Just the thought of disobedience would cause her pain.

"NEVER!" she growled. "NNAAA AAAAAGGGHHH." she grunted as the pain grew in her head.

"The pain will keep you from using your mind's gifts. And the only way to make it stop is in your control. All you have to do is say "I'm sorry Master." Father David calmly informed her as she writhed on the floor in front of him. He then chuckled as for the first time he noticed her lack of undergarments. As she rolled around in agony he was seeing not only her nice tits, but her hairless mound. Her nice tiny camel toe pussy seemed to be calling his name.

"NO!. AAARRGGGHHH." she screamed, then passed out.

The priest shook his head as a smile came to his face. She was tough, he'd give her that. He placed his left hand on the right side of her face and focused his mind. He arched his eyebrows when he realized that even with her out cold he couldn't penetrate her mind and look into her memories and thoughts. He could however give her messages. For now that would do. He could have all his telepaths try and punch a hole through her defensive walls, but that much force could cripple her mind forever. He'd have to rely on the chip into forcing her to tell him what he wanted. It wasn't as efficient or thorough, but it would do. "When you awake, you will kneel before me and apologize and call me Master."

Father David stayed beside her as she slowly awoke. The pain had ebbed to a tolerable level as she opened her eyes to see the crowd of mutants that had beaten her. She still wasn't ready for surrender yet though. She decided against fleeing as it didn't work before. Fleeing was the preferred option, but that was gone. "MO...AAARRGGGGG." she screamed again as she tried to call her mother for help.

The priest sighed and rolled his eyes. Again it was expected, but it was still annoying. "I won't tell you again what to do. You can obey or writhe in pain forever. It's your choice." he calmly told her.

"I WILL...NNNAAAARRRRGGGHHH." Helen screamed and curled up into a ball. She struggled to breath again until she again passed out from the pain.

Father David waited patiently. His telepaths standing by incase the other slowed up. After a few minutes the young girl again slowly opened her eyes with a big headache. He calmly looked at her and said "Your choice." This time he stood up to await her decision.

Helen seeing no other option at the moment slowly moved to a kneeling position in front of the tall man. She wanted so badly to just jump on him and rip his head off. She quickly realized she could think bad thoughts, but if she acted on them the pain would return. He couldn't control her mind, just her actions. But she had no clue how that would help her at the moment. Helen hung her head and softly said "I apologize Master."

She didn't mean it, but the pain went away. She stayed in a kneeling position and held her gaze down as she hoped her mother would come and rescue her. Helen was a demigoddess , but her mother was a full goddess and a lot stronger.

"Very good. You will now stand and let me see your face."

Helen started to stand, then a sharp pain was again in her head. It didn't take much for her to get the message. "Yes Master." she said quickly. Her eyes opened with the realization she was correct as the pain subsided.

"Your learning." the priest commented. As Helen stood on trembling knees and looked up at him, the priest grinned. "Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Helen." she replied. She saw no reason not to tell him given it would be painful not to answer.

Father David thought it over a bit. It concerned him she only gave a first name, yet the chip let her get away with it. "Helen is your full name?" he asked.

"Yes Master." Helen obediently replied.

Father David gazed at her lovely body and Helen could feel his lust. His and that of every other man in the room. She even felt urges from two of the four women in the group. "You have a very strong mind, where do you come from"

Helen thought how best to answer. She was from everywhere and no where. She was more energy than body. Finally she thought the best way to say it was "I am from Mount Olympus."

"Say what?" the man chuckled. But the fact she was saying something like that without pain had him put a serious face back on quickly, even if his employees were chuckling. "Are you trying to say your like a goddess or something?"

"Demigoddess. And if my mom finds you, you'll pay." she stated. "AARRGGHH." she screamed as the pain hit her after her disrespectful outburst.

"You know what to do." he said, almost bored with having to say it. But again a few outbursts were to be expected. He was enslaving her after all and no one surrenders to that easily.

"I'm sorry Master." she whimpered. The pain vanished before she finished speaking the words. Helen sighed, finally giving him a sign of her total defeat. But deep inside she knew once her mother found out she, Zeus and several others would be on this creep and his associates. They would pay for this outrage.

"Demigoddess hey? And from which god or goddess are you from?" he asked with a chuckle. This should be good he thought. He still had no idea just what he had on his hands.

"I am the daughter of Aphrodite." Helen said with a big sigh.

That explains her good looks the priest thought. But could she really be what she claimed he wondered. "Well Helen, tell me what kind of powers you have? We know you can be invisible and unheard to us and you can get in and out of locked rooms without using a door or window. What else can you do? Or is that it?"

"Lust. I can make anyone lust for someone else. I can make anyone want to have sex." she replied getting a big round of laughter from the room. "I am empathic and can read a person's sexual history. And I can appear to be anyone I wish to be. Any age, any body, any hair color."

"That could be interesting." the priest stated. His wide eyes giving away the fact he was more than just a little interested. "Show me." he commanded as she stepped back a few feet. He watched wondering how much fun he could have with her by making her take the form of TV and movie stars.

Helen sighed and rolled her eyes. Parlor tricks were so demeaning. She first morphed herself into a very young dark haired girl in pigtails and wearing an Easter dress. Next she changed into a middle aged redhead with big boobs and freckles wearing overalls and nothing else. She then got groans as she morphed into an old woman, her old body looked disgusting in her see through gown. "Keep it young please." the priest chuckled.

"Yes Master." Helen said as she changed into a 20 year old blonde with a hard body and D-cup tits, this time in a powder blue disco style one piece jumpsuit with matching high heels. The jumpsuit had a zipper up the front that was open for the top few inches, a belt around her trim waist and the suit fit her snuggly, but not too tight.

"Anything else?" the man asked in a happy, hopeful tone.

Helen hesitated. She didn't want to say it, but there were consequences if she refused. "I can replace my hymen anytime I want." she groaned. She hung her head, embarrassed beyond belief she had told this creep something like that. Full gods and goddesses could throw balls of energy, not her. Besides being stronger than a human, she didn't have much to defend herself with.

"Very good." Father David said with a wolfish grin as he eyed the lass. He sighed and said "I will be taking you someplace else. You will come with me and obey. You will come dressed as you are right now." He then told his associates "Once we're gone, leave."

"Yes sir." the telepaths replied. Father David left the padded room with a young hot blonde on his arm. He led her to the elevator and down to his waiting rental car.

When they felt his presence move out of their range the telepaths filed out of the room, leaving the slumbering drug addicted teen all alone once more. With the chip in her head, Helen knew she was in big trouble. This guy had to be working for the priest they were looking for. But just who he was wasn't clear to her yet. She thought to try and read his sexual history in order to get some clue, but feared the effort would activate the chip again. Her best bet at the moment was to hope her mother came looking for her and the sooner the better. Until then she'd have to humor the human.



A short time later Father David drove his car into the parking lot of a cheap motel on the outskirts of Chicago. After three of his locations were hit he moved out of the hotel to someplace not as obvious. He was more than concerned with the loss of three of the head sets. He and his employees had no way of replacing them. This was going to cost him big time. Before to get the girls to report to work all he needed to do was use the head set to activate the chip. Now they would have to use vocal commands. This left them open to detection where the cops that were now aware something was going on could monitor the girls and see who was involved. And secondly they'd need to know where the girl they wanted was at the time so they wouldn't have to go looking. This situation was intolerable.

The priest drove the car with just him and his docile demigoddess to an area in the back of the sprawling complex. With over 200 rooms it took up a few acres and he had rented three rooms together, far away from anyone else. After parking the Dodge Aspen he turned the engine off and said "You will follow me in and talk to no one along the way." the priest considered her a stupid bitch. She had tried to ask a doctor in the elevator to make a phone call for her. The chip in her head had dropped her to the floor and he had to make sure the doctor remembered nothing of it. "If you ever try anything like that again I swear I'll set that chip's power level high enough to leave you a vegetable."

"Yes Master." Helen whimpered with her head down. The bastard let her scream in agony on the floor until he had finished with the doctor before even giving her the chance to apologize. He had pushed the stop button, then a good five minutes working on the doctor's memories.

Father David though was very angry at her, even if he did get a good look in the doctor's head. It only took half a minute to remove the memory. The rest of the time he was enjoying a few of the visits to his office of teen patients. Seemed the good doctor had a thing for molesting them while their moms or dads waited in the waiting room.

The man led the girl into the motel room. It was a cheap place, but the room wasn't bad. Clean with a king sized bed and a color TV on the dresser. There was a small table with two chairs in the corner. It even had a small kitchen. "Sit on the edge of the bed." he ordered as he closed and locked the door.

"Yes master." Helen droned. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed with her head hung low, not just because he was mad at her. But more because she was ashamed of being beaten by a mere human. Sure he had help, but she should have been alert. Her hesitation in reacting had cost her her freedom. She had been captured by a human.

"Good." Father David grunted. He grabbed one of the chairs and placed in at the end of the bed. The priest sat down in front of his slave and put on a big smile, He had himself a goddess. "First things first." he commented as he reached out and pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit down to her bellybutton. Big mistake not wearing a bra went through Helen's mind.

Helen could feel his lust. He wanted her, but she couldn't think of a way to use that to escape. Her breasts filled out the garment nicely, the area between them exposed for the man's viewing pleasure. She never should have made herself had boobs that big in the first place. She should have made him order her to make them that pleasing she thought.

Helen wasn't the only one with some empathic abilities in the room Father David could feel her embarrassment and her anger. He could also feel that deep down she was a little turned on by the prospect of being dominated, in being forced to have sex with him. But there would be time for that. The man sat up straight in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. He had a thoughtful look then cocked his head to the left. "Make them a little bigger."

"Yes Master." Helen replied and then sighed deeply. Her breasts enlarged to DDs, then DDDs, making her wide open jumpsuit stretch and look as if her boobs would pop out at any second.

"Good. Now make yourself look a few years younger, and less toned. I like girls to be girls, not guys with boobs. I like them soft to the touch." the priest stated.

Helen obeyed. Making herself look less athletic, but still totally hot. Father David smiled and she could feel he liked what he saw. She hoped she could stall him long enough for her mother to find her.

Father David wanted to jump her then and there, but business was business. And someone was attacking his. He was about to ask his first question when the phone in the room rang. The priest rolled his eyes at the interruption, but then only a few people knew where he was so this had to be important.

Helen watched with interest, but dared not listen in. He picked up the phone and asked "What is it?" Helen could see the anger and frustration in on his face. "I thought I said not to use them....Get the word out. Hide the rest. We can't afford to loose more." He looked at Helen with an angry glare after hanging up the phone. Helen's skin crawled as he returned to his seat.

"Who are you working with?" he asked through gritted teeth. After fucking her brains out he would look into trading her for his hardware. And the chip in her head would make her go along with it, then return to him.

"DSS, the Kansas state police, the Metropolis police, the FBI, My mother, Wonder Woman, Lotus Blossom and her fairy and The Spanish Fly." Helen answered. She cringed as she told him, but what could he do to them? Once they found out she was missing, they would be watchful. Watchful like she should have been. Her mother would watch over them very closely.

The priest had a thoughtful look. He expected the authorities, but no one she mentioned seemed to fit the description of those people hitting his locations and stealing his gear. "Who took my headset?"

"Headsets?" Helen whined.

Father David had a stern glare. Questions filled his mind, and not all of them were for the demigoddess. She had basically said she didn't know about the headsets and the chip didn't drop her to the floor. That meant she had no clue, but it didn't clear her friends. "Who else might be involved?"

"There is a ship orbiting near the moon. The woman inside is and old friend of Supergirl's parents." Helen answered. Maybe this asshole knowing someone with advanced technology was on to him as well would make him stop or slow down. She also saw another option he had. He just might send her after the alien. At which time she could betray him and hope the alien could remove the chip.

"And just what is this alien's name?" Father David asked. To him there were three possibilities he could name, and none he liked.

"T'nel, I believe." she answered. She could feel by his reaction that he knew the name somehow.

Father David groaned then rose to his feet. He started pacing as he thought things over. This was very bad. But at least it wasn't L'sall. And now that he knew that T'nel was here he had a feeling what was happening with his locations being hit by a pair of people each time. "Damn probes." he muttered. He remembered they could be programmed and had metal skeletons. He knew who had his headsets now.

Father David paced for a few moments as he thought things over. "Does anyone know you were going to the hospital?" It was more a question to keep Helen from knowing he was rattled. He could feel she was happy with his distress.

"My mother. She'll be looking for me soon enough." Helen said with a hint of pleasure. When her mother found them Helen was sure her mother would make him pay. A trip to Hades would be befitting this guy.

"And you think she can find you here? Why?" Father David asked. He felt something when she spoke. He felt hope. Hope was not good.

Helen winced. She blew it. "My mom can find me just by thinking of me." Helen said, then sighed.

"What if you don't want to be found?" the priest asked in an angry tone. If Aphrodite showed up there he would be beaten. He wasn't ready for her there.

"I would block her." Helen groaned. Part of her wanted to try and lie to some of his questions. The chip be damned. But for some reason she was finding it hard to lie. Not just from fear of the pain. It was more like the chip was forcing her to speak only the truth to his questions.

"You will block her until such time as I allow you to do otherwise." he commanded. That was a close call he thought. But now that he had a slave with her power, he could use her to get more help. But first he'd have to break her more. It would take a while, but he'd go after the others soon enough. Especially the young ones. There were men out there that would pay a fortune to bed a superheroine.

"Yes Master." Helen groaned. Now it would be a lot longer before she was rescued. And the bulge in his pants suggested the questioning would soon be over. Not that she wouldn't mind a good fucking, she just didn't want him. He was good looking enough and seemed to have the equipment to satisfy, but he was creepy. Way worse than even Ares.

"Do Zeus, Ares and all the others exist too?" The Priest asked. He had as much information as he could think to ask for at the moment and needed to think over how best to use Helen in the future. But he needed to know if the other gods all existed.

"Zeus, Hera, Ares and even some no one's ever heard of." Helen replied. Why not tell him that she thought. Let him get the idea how much trouble he'd be in when they were found.

"Okay. Now stand up."

Yes Master" Helen obeyed. She stood up, but kept her head hung low. She knew what was coming next. It was time for the creep to use his prize. And it would be something he would pay for later. Helen had images in her mind of him tied over a barrel while a goat fucked his ass.

"Very good. And I want your hymen replaced if it isn't already." The man stated with a big smile on his face. This was going to be one for the books. He had been in bed with aliens. Now he'd bed a demigoddess and hopefully soon he'd find a way to bed her mother, a full goddess. He knew they weren't really gods, but how many men could say they raped a goddess."Now make yourself smaller. I like petite girls." Helen was standing about 5'9" at the time. "In fact I want you very petite. You're a goddess. You should be tougher than a human. I want you say four foot six with B-cups and an extremely tight pussy. I want you so tight it hurts when I fuck you. And loose the high heels. I want you in flats."

"Yes Master." Helen whimpered. She actually felt fear from his words. He wanted to hurt her. Even Ares wanted her to have fun and enjoy it and he was an asshole. A tear streaked her cheek as she awaited her next command.

Father David paced around as he eyed her. He mused how she was at least smart enough to shrink the pantsuit with her. She was now only chest high to him and he could sense her fear. "Now put your hair in pigtails with some nice pink ribbons."

"Yes Master." What a pig Helen thought, but complied. She held her head down as she rolled her eyes.

She rolled them again as he told her "I want you to slowly undress for me. And you better be wearing panties. And put a bra on too. Matching bra and panties. Cotton with little flowers."

"Yes Master."

"My clients have distinctive tastes. Our girls must look pure and innocent at all times. They can get a common whore anywhere. But a sweet little innocent looking teen is hard to come by. Especially ones that can act like virgins every time." Father David commented.

Helen was now getting the sense of who this man actually was. He seemed to talk like he was the one in charge. But mostly it was that he was abut to fuck her if she read the situation correctly. She may be a young goddess, but she had seen enough to know that first crack at a fine piece of ass like hers was the boss' prerogative. "Your him, aren't you. You're the priest. Your Father David, the one we're looking for?" Helen asked as she lifted one leg at a time and flipped off her shoes.

Father David saw no point in lying. He grinned at her and said "Now you've found me. Now your mine, just like your friends will be in due time." That was as soon as he could figure out a way to use Helen to get them. He could send her out after them, but she was still too new to let her out on her own. "And from now on I do the interviewing. Your job is to do as your told." he sternly told her.

"Yes Master." Helen whimpered after being chastised. The alien, T'nel, had told them not to go after him without her. That he was dangerous. But she actually hadn't gone after him, he attacked her. Helen unbuckled the belt, then slid the garment off her slender body. He had commanded her to be just four and a half feet tall and she was a mere 80 pounds with a twenty inch waist.

"Very nice." the man commented as Helen bent over to slid the pantsuit down her legs. To her undressing this way was so cheesy. If he wanted her naked she could just as easy had them all off in a second by merely thinking it. But she could also feel he was enjoying this immensely.

Helen stood up straight in just her cotton bra and panties, just as she was ordered to wear. As she reached around the back to unhook the bra she was interrupted. "AHH, wait a second."

As Helen dropped her arms to her side wondering what he wanted next she rolled her eyes. The lust goddess part of her just wanted to get the show on the road as it were. She could feel his lust growing and it was giving her a boost, as well as getting her a bit horny.

"Front clasp...And no hair on your pussy..... And turn around slowly. Let me get a good look at you."

"Yes Master." Helen droned. She slowly spun around a few times letting him gaze at her body. He seemed to really enjoy the sight of her perky little ass. And finally knowing who this man was made her sick.

Helen kept spinning until the man said "Stop." her back was to him and she felt him step up close to her. "Very nice." he commented as his hands were placed on her shoulders. "Tone, yet soft. ...Very good." Helen stared straight ahead as he then checked her arms. She bit her lip, but kept silent as he knelt down behind her and his hands squeezed her butt. "Very nice. Your absolutely perfect." he said after a minute of squeezing and kneading her tight little ass. She did jump slightly as his right hand moved between her legs and cupped her pussy. "You are going to make me a fortune. I can't imagine how much some people will pay for a chance to have sex with a goddess."

A tear streaked Helen's cheek at the prospect of being turned into a whore for this man's profit. She liked sex, but when and where she wanted. And with whom she wanted.

Father David stood up. He moved up right behind the tiny girl and wrapped his arms around her. Helen whimpered slightly as his hands were placed on her breasts. "He massaged them for a moment, then softly said "Let's try A-cups."

"Yes Master." Helen replied while holding a stoic expression. Helen reduced the size of her boobs again for the creep. A moment later his hands undid the clasp. Helen stood motionless as he pulled open her bra and then slid it down her arms.

Father David pulled her back against himself. As he massaged her tiny breasts he softly told her. "After I tire of you, you will be for hire. Men will pay greatly for a whore like you that can take any form they wish."

"I'm not a whore." Helen whimpered. But being formed of lust she couldn't deny his touching was getting her heat rising.

"All women are whores. It just takes some longer to learn than others." the priest chuckled as he pinched her tender buds.

A wet spot started forming between Helen's legs while her bottom lip quivered. She didn't want to enjoy this, but she couldn't deny who and what she was. With out realizing what she was doing, Helen had closed her eyes and rested her head back against his chest.

Father David chuckled as he stepped away. You just proved my words." he told the now ashamed demigoddess. "But I'm not here to seduce you. Your mine to do with as I please." Helen stood in place and held back her anger, it would do her no good at the moment. "It's time you learned your position in life. Now you will get on your knees in front of me and show me what you can do. If your gift is lust you should be able to suck cock really well." the priest stated gruffly.

"Yes Master." Helen whimpered. She gave a deep sigh as she turned around. She knelt down in front of him and reached for his belt. For now she'd have to play his game, but when her mother rescued her this would be one more thing he'd have to pay for.

"You will also learn your pleasure is not important. You will pleasure me and anyone willing to pay the price I set for you. If you enjoy it, that's just fine. But it means nothing to me."

"Yes Master." Helen replied without emotion. He would know what her feelings were about this soon enough. Maybe after the goat was done fucking him she'd make him suck off a bull or something to teach him a lesson. Helen had unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. She glanced up as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and took it off, then he removed his V-neck T-shirt.

Helen sat on her heels as she pulled down the zipper, then slid his trousers down his legs. She eyed the big bulge in his shorts as he stepped out of his pants. Helen carefully folded them and set them off to the side. Not that she cared, but she managed to waste nearly a minute doing so. She was wondering how long it would be before her mother even knew she was in danger. If the damn chip in her head hadn't been programmed not to allow her to call for help this would all be over now.

Helen sighed before reaching for the waist of his jockey shorts. The bulge in his shorts and his pink tip poking up past the waistband told her he was bigger than average, and he had ordered her to make her pussy extra tight. He wanted it to hurt her and she normally wouldn't feel pain during sex, but he had ordered it.

Before pulling down his shorts, Helen looked up to see him with a stoic expression looking down at her. His arms folded across his chest. There was no doubt he was in good shape for an older middle aged man. He still had tone to his muscles and some definition. And for a man fast approaching 60, that was very good.

Helen brought her gaze back down to his bulge and slid the underwear down, his big cock springing free. Helen slid them down to his ankles thinking he was built to please most women, a good 8" long and easily 2" thick.

Father David stepped out of his shorts and watched as Helen folded them and placed them on his pants. "Now goddess, show me how much better than a human woman you are."

The insult infuriated Helen. His constant putting her down was something else he'd have to be punished for. How dare a mortal mock a god? "Yes Master." she calmly replied.

Even as her right hand wrapped his shaft in a firm grim, Father David could sense the anger she was holding back. He wondered how much rage she could contain before she'd try and lash out. With the chip in her head there was no danger of her hurting him, but he needed to belittle her constantly in order to completely break her. Braking a whore was no different than breaking a horse. One of the things his grandfather had taught him was you needed to break the horse's spirit. Thus he would break the goddess'. He would teach her she was no better at sex than a human and just as much a whore deep inside. "Come on goddess. Show me what you got." he taunted. He would also need to break her in order to use her against her friends. At the moment she would still most likely choose the intense pain over betraying her friends and mother. But give her time to reach the depths of despair and she'd sell them all out.

The priest smiled as she slid his big cock into her mouth. He soon found she was good. She used her tongue to rub against the bottom of his shaft as she bobbed her head, easily taking him all the way to his nut sack. "When you meet clients it's important to understand this is about them." He sternly stated. "You need to build them up. Being able to deep throat is all fine and dandy. But when your expected to be sweet and innocent you should be gagging before you get them half way in. Then you'll complain they're too big." Not that he cared at the moment. But he had to train her and, to do so, find fault in almost everything she did.

Helen rolled her eyes. First he said show him what she could do and then he complains when she does. Her long blonde hair in pigtails swayed as she worked a fast, steady pace. Her hair brushing over her slender shoulders as her whole body rocked. He anger climbed one more notch as the man said "Your good, but no where near the best I've felt." How dare he say something like that? Helen's pride was genuinely hurt. How could he say she was no where as good as many human girls he'd had?

"Well, I guess we can work on that later." Father David said as he gripped one of her pigtails in his right hand and pulled her to her feet. "He put his hand on the center of her chest and roughly pushed her onto it.

"You better be hairless." he growled as he bent over her and reached for her waistband.

"Yes Master." Helen whimpered as he slid her panties off. Her tiny little camel toe beckoned him. The barely one and a half inch slit was tightly closed and looked as if it would need to be pried open. Helen swallowed hard. Normally sex would never hurt, but he ordered it. He couldn't kill her, and any injury would quickly heal, But she wasn't used to pain.

"And you better bleed." the man growled as he grabbed her ankles and rolled her over into her stomach.

Helen braced herself as he pulled her back so she was only on the bed from the tops of her thighs up, her legs hanging off. She took a deep breath as he spread her feet, then let it out slowly. She cringed as she felt him take up position and press his thick tip against her again virgin hole.

"Well, you were no better a giving head. Let's see if your pussy feels any better." the priest chuckled. He felt Helen's anger notch up one more point at his words. In the end he had a feeling her ego wouldn't let her not be better than any human. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed about a half inch in to get started.

Helen grimaced as she felt herself starting to be stretched. She braced herself as she felt him pull back slightly. She had more than a feeling he wasn't going to be the least bit gentle. "I don't want you alarming passers by. If you scream, muffle yourself with the blankets." Father David chuckled.

Helen winced and whimpered "Yes Master." Helen clenched her eyes shut in anticipation of his next move. "AAAmmmpphhhh." Helen buried her face in the blankets to muffle the rest of he scream.

"Some goddess." Father David taunted. He had drove balls deep in one vicious thrust.

Tears soon streaked Helen's cheeks as he waited not for her to adjust. Instead he pulled back and drove in hard and fast over and over. "mmmpphh, mmmpphhh, mmmpphhh." Helen muffled her grunts and screams. As she suffered as ordered, Helen wondered how best to punish him for this indignity. For her to be forced to have sex with humans by a Ares was humiliating enough. But being force by a mere human was embarrassing beyond belief. "mmmmppphh, mmmmppphhh, mmmmppphhh." she grunted with each painful thrust.

"You are tight, that I'll give you. But your pussy ain't that special." the priest taunted. Actually she felt incredible, but he was in not way going to tell her that. She was warm, moist and her twat seemed to hold him like a firm hand. He wanted her to think nothing of herself, to break her spirit and leave her with no self esteem.



Aphrodite had a free period and was going to check on Emma. First though she wanted to make sure Helen was keeping up the show and going to her classes. The goddess popped into the back of the room and sighed at not seeing her daughter. Aphrodite then left for Chicago. She popped in to find Emma sound asleep. Aphrodite wondered where Helen was after not finding her there. Aphrodite reached our with her mind to find her young child. Her fear reached a fever pitch quickly when she couldn't find her anywhere on Earth or in it's surrounding space.

Aphrodite focused harder, trying to break through her daughter's blocking field. There were only two possibilities and Aphrodite wouldn't consider the other option. That one being that somehow her daughter had been killed. Actually, there was a third, but that one was just as disturbing as if her daughter were killed. That being she somehow left earth through a subspace portal. But Aphrodite doubted her daughter had the power needed for that with her not being a full goddess. And then, where would she have gone.

Aphrodite focused even harder. If this was some kind of game the youngster was going to be in big trouble for worrying her mother this way. Mom squinted her eyes with the thought her daughter could just be off on a booty call. That maybe she just wasn't able to contain her lustful thoughts any longer. But then what would she block her mother this hard Aphrodite wondered.

Aphrodite popped back to school with a bad feeling. Making sure no one was around when she became visible, she then grabbed her things and left her classroom for the teacher's lounge. All the time she was keeping her mind open for the slightest trace of her missing child.



T'nel sat in front of a monitor in her quarters. While waiting she had been watching Earth news and entertainment. The humans had visited their moon, yet gone no further. As good thing the O'tean thought. The Kildorn accords only protect a planet without interplanetary travel ability. Once they visited Mars all bets would be off to them being invaded by some of the more aggressive cultures.

T'nel had a big smile as she watched an old cheesy sci-fi TV show. She thought some of these human had some vision, but they were a bit naïve and self centered. Watching Star Trek, the humans seemed to be think their morality was above those of other worlds. But then again it was an Earth show.

T'nel rolled her eyes when there was a flash to her left. She glanced over to see Zeus standing there with a big grin as he eyed her naked form once again. "What do you want?" she growled as she grabbed a Tonaren Silk bathrobe off her bed. She stood up with her back to the god and put it on. She tied it closed tightly to hide her body from his gaze.

Zeus chuckled at her dressing. They both knew with a thought her robe would be long gone. But they both knew her action was symbolic. She was telling him in no uncertain terms she wasn't interested in being one of his conquests. "When your business here is done I want you to take me on a trip."

"You wish to see what happened to your cousin and the others." T'nel said as she anticipated his desire.

"Yes." the white robed older looking god replied. "For no one to have seen or heard from any of them for so long is disturbing. I wish to visit and investigate." Zeus replied.

"Why can't you just go by yourself?"

"You already know we are very advanced aliens. We have not used space ships in millions of years. And how we got here through subspace is too dangerous for us to traverse at this time. I need a ship and you have one." Zeus stated.

"I will need to talk with my superiors before undertaking such a mission. Buy I am confident they will be more than willing to assist. I think we will be just as interested as you in finding out what happened." T'nel replied. "But from now on I will request you communicate with us in a way other than you coming into my bed chambers uninvited."

Zeus chuckled. "Are you sure you want to take a pass?" he jested.

"I'm sure." T'nel answered firmly. She sighed as the god quickly vanished while laughing. "BY THE GODS NOT AGAINNNNN." she screamed as she dropped to the floor quivering and her eyes rolled back in her head again.



"What do you mean you can't find her?" Mae asked with a very concerned tone. It was now mid afternoon and she, Gigi and Aphrodite were in the living room of Aphrodite's apartment with Lunesta half asleep on the sofa. They had just gotten home from school and were concerned when Aphrodite left before lunch. She had been searching for her daughter for hours.

"I mean I searched high and low. She has to be blocking me. I won't except she's dead." Aphrodite whined. Mom was extremely worried. Sure her daughter had gone off the grid as it were for a booty call a few times. But she was never gone this long.

"We'll find her." Gigi said sympathetically.

"I find her." the half drugged out fairy mumbled.

"Your hurt and human right now." Mae said as she rolled her eyes. Lunesta seemed to be liking her percocets a little too much.

"Heal me. I take potion. I find Helen." Lunesta mumbled in her dug induced haze.

"Fairies are attune to magic. Helen has to be producing a fairly strong field for her to be blocking me. If we can get Lunesta within a few miles, she should be able to sense the field." Aphrodite said while thinking out loud.

"And anyone else using strong magic." Mae said voicing her doubts out loud.

"It's thin, but it's all we have." Gigi added.

"But where do we start? She'll need to be within a few miles and we have no clue where she is." Mae groaned.

"Don't be such a pessimist. I say we start with Emma. That's where she was going. If anything happened at school we would have heard of something and Aphrodite would have felt the magic." Gigi optimistically replied.

"I say we give her a shot." Aphrodite said as a way to settle the matter. She looked over at the half asleep fairy and asked "Where's the potion?" she had hid the damn thing in case Mae tried to trick her into drinking it.

"I taped it in the dresser Mae had at Diana's. In the last place she'd find it. Right above her bras." the fairy giggled. The bra drawer being the last place she figured Mae would look for anything.

"What?"

Gigi and Aphrodite giggled as well at the fairy's genius. Mae had a habit of not liking to wear bras and thus wouldn't think to look there. And her bras weren't even packed for the trip. "I'll get it." Aphrodite chuckled as Mae folded her arms across her chest and pouted at her best friend.

"Gotcha." the fairy chuckled as she sat up in preparation. Aphrodite would be back in seconds with the drink.

Aphrodite popped back a minute later with a vial that had about 2 ounces of the liquid that would hopefully turn Lunesta back into a fairy. She handed the bottle over to the smug looking girl who unscrewed the top and held the bottle in the air. "Say a prayer." she chuckled, then downed the liquid. She quickly made a sour face and exclaimed "YYYUUUCCKK. That was awful."

Aphrodite mean time waved her hand over the girl and her hands glowed. "It better work after all the arguing before." she stated. Aphrodite focused healing powers on the injured girl to heal her injuries. Lunesta had insisted on being given this chance even with the chance she'd be stuck in human form forever.

"Nothing's happening." Mae squeaked in a worried tone a minute later.

"Give it a few minutes Mae." Gigi said with just as much worry in her voice.

"I feel something magical." Aphrodite said with a less worried tone. She pulled her hand back with the healing complete.

Lunesta grinned at them as they and everything else started to get bigger. "It's working." the very happy Asian squeaked.

"You feeling okay?" Gigi asked as Lunesta went to work peeling off her bandages to give her returning wings some room.

A few moments later the grinning half naked fairy was hovering in the air while giving herself a look over. Aphrodite chuckled at the fairy wearing just the pajama bottoms that shrunk with her looked over her shoulders at her flapping wings. "Let's get you dressed." Aphrodite chuckled as in a flash Lunesta was wearing a simple white gown.

"You think I could have panties?" the fairy squeaked.

"Just checking to see how alert you are." the goddess chuckled.

"I'm thinking it's more like mother, like daughter." Gigi joked.



"So she can be any size, any shape, any age?" the Thomas asked the priest. Two men had stopped by the motel to talk business with their boss. John was a 6'2" chiseled piece of muscle of some 290 pounds. Thomas on the other hand was John's boss and a skinny pimply faced teen. But he had the ability to move things with his mind. A skill that had nearly gotten him killed on a trip to Vegas the year before. A simple bump to the ball on the roulette wheel had peaked the interest of security and the pit boss overseeing the fixed wheel. As Thomas was pulled out the back door the priest intervened. Thomas and his muscle bound friend now were on the priest's payroll. They now worked the Atlantic City hotels, overseeing the girls. A telepath would be better, but there just weren't enough to go all around. But his mental abilities were enough to use one of the head sets.

"She don't look so special." the big man commented as they regarded the naked blonde teen kneeling on the floor with her head bowed.

Father David had a short laugh. "Fine." he replied. He glanced down at Helen with a sick grin. He asked Thomas "Remember that actress you have a crush on?"

"Yeah?" the teen asked with a shrug.

The priest had a big grin as he folded his arms across his chest. He looked down at the girl and asked "Helen, ever see a TV show called Happy Days?"

"Yes master."

"Good. Make yourself look like Joanne."

"Yes master." Helen droned. In a matter of seconds her boobs grew and her hair became curly and changed color. She put on some weight as well.

"Now that's cool." Thomas chuckled. He eyed the image of the girl he would truly love to see naked.

"Helen, stand up and let him get a good look." the priest said in a calm even voice. He didn't want to whore her out yet. But as part of her training she'd need to learn she was worthless and had no value other than as a whore.

"Yes master." she replied as she rose to her feet. She then turned around slowly to let the three men check out her body from all angles. She could feel the heat rising in all three of them.

"What about Raquel Welch?" John asked with his big lustful eyes wide open.

The priest chuckled and said "Why not." He had like the hot actress himself. "You heard him." he told Helen.

"Yes Master." she quickly replied and her body took on a more curvaceous and mature form.

"How much you gonna be asking for her?" Thomas asked, seeing her potential as a cash cow.

The priest grinned with the notion of using this as a training exercise. He looked at the young men and asked "How much you got?"

"I just got a 20." John replied with his hopes dashed.

"I don't have much more." Thomas replied. "I got maybe 26 or 27."

The priest could see the horror in Helen's eyes as she saw his face. "Twenty apiece sounds good to me." he said. This would cut her to the bone, if she really had them. The be whored out for a mere 20 bucks would have to be humiliating. And he could feel her anger.

"Your kidding." Thomas chuckled. The boss wasn't known to be a joker, but a good laugh by him wasn't a far reach either.

"No. I got a few things to look into." Like where to retire to now that Helen's friends were looking for him by name. They may just have his first name and a general location. But he knew they'd be on to him soon. He knew Marie would give them the run around and buy him some time, but that would maybe be a day or two. "You two can take turns with her. And in case you like the idea, she not only can take any form. She can have her cherry back each time as well."

"Oh wow." Thomas chuckled as Helen had a few tears running down her cheeks.

Helen swallowed hard. Deep down she knew what the bastard was doing, but it still hurt. She was having her body rented for just twenty bucks like she was a crack whore out to get her next fix. She added one more thing to the list of punishments. She was getting to the point of shoving a hot poker up his ass.

Father David looked sternly at Helen. "You will not leave the motel room. You will fulfill their fantasies as if you were fulfilling mine. You will never hurt anyone."

"Yes Master." Helen groaned.

Helen sighed as her master walked out. With her head hung low she awaited her orders.

John smiled at his young boss. "I got it." he chuckled.

"You got what?" Thomas asked in an almost bored tone for the muscle bound lummox.

"Jeannie. We make her look like Jeannie from that TV show."

Thomas chuckled as he eyed Helen. "Not bad." He gave Helen another look over and said "Let's see."

Helen rolled her eyes at having to do more parlor tricks, then changed. The two men grinned at the sight of the 5'4" blonde with a very nice C-cup rack dressed in a pink and violet harem girl outfit. "Oh yeah. I think you were right." Thomas said as he adjusted his jeans. Helen could feel their lust and knew this was the one for the moment.



Kara sat in Mr. Lyons' history class taking notes. The class was almost over but had seemed to drag on. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a familiar face waving at her through the small window in the door. Courtney was out of view of the professor, some of the other girls could see her.

When the professor dismissed the class, Kara packed up her things and lugged her backpack our into the hall to meet her friend. "What're you doin' here?" Kara squeaked as she hugged Courtney.

"I have nothin' to do until I start school in January, so I came for a visit." Courtney said while hugging Kara back.

"Cassie told you to get lost because she has studying to do, huh?"

"You sure your not psychic?" Courtney chuckled as they broke off the hug.

"No. I just know you two." Kara chuckled as she hooked Courtney's arm with her own and started leading her down the crowded hallway.

"So sue me. I get bored."

"Maybe you should find something to do in the meantime." Kara suggested as they walked out of the building into the quad.

"Like what?" Courtney asked. "And don't say get a job. I never want to work. I want to marry a handsome rich guy and have a couple of kids then spend my time at the country club and the spa."

"Are you serious?" Kara chuckled. "You could have a great career. You don't need to play second fiddle to a guy."

"Fuck Gloria Steinem. Dumb wacko's out to ruin things for all of us. Mark my words. In the old days you'd marry some dope and he'd go to work all day while you stayed home and cleaned the house and looked after the kids. In a few decades that whole option will be gone. We'll get stuck having to work and still have to take care of the house." Courtney ranted as Kara chuckled. Kara had heard the whole thing more than a dozen times.

"I'm sure we'll still have our choices." Kara chuckled back.

"I tell you the dumb bitch screwed it up for all of us." Courtney groaned.

"Courtney!"

"Yeah, I know. I shouldn't call her a bitch, but in her case I really mean it. I tell you any daughters of ours will be totally screwed by her."

Kara chuckled and shook her head. "If your really bored, maybe you could get some practice and help your mom out."

"Are you kidding. I said rich guy. I want a maid. I ain't doin' no house work." Courtney stated.

Kara laughed. "Okay. Maybe you could help Mae and Gigi with what their doin'. Or you could get some practice with kids. You could help out at a school."

"Ah.., rich guy.. Nanny."

"And your gonna be at the country club?"

"Or the spa getting my nails and hair done." Courtney said almost proudly.

Kara steered them towards the campus center instead of the library so they could talk without having to whisper. "Fine. I'll check with Mae later and see if they could use another set of eyes."

"Well, they could at least use the boobs." Courtney joked.

"COURTNEY!. Not nice."

"I'm only kidding. She and Gigi are both more than cute."

"And don't say cute either. To them in comes across as condescending."

"Fine." Courtney said while rolling her eyes. "I can't help it if they're a bit insecure."



Standing in the middle of Emma's padded room Aphrodite glanced down between her breasts. "Are you sure this is necessary? You can't just hold onto my hair or something?"

"Hey. I've been in human form for a while and I miss this so shoot me." Lunesta shot back as she looked up at the quizzical face of the goddess.

"You feel anything?" a slightly anxious mother asked as she looked around the room.

"Well, your boobs feel better than Diana's."

"Ha, ha. Stop the comedy and let's find Helen."

"Fine. I feel three magic sources. One north, one north east and the other more towards the south."

"Let's go north first since there's two of them." Aphrodite stated as they left to track down the source of the magic. This could take a while, the magic could be coming from a witch or warlock. A demon could also be in the city. And also other unknown demigods.

Aphrodite appeared on a roof of a factory a few miles north a little while later. Lunesta popped her head out from between the goddess' warm comfy breasts and felt for the magic. "That building." the little fairy squeaked as she pointed to the three floor office building across the street.

"Can you narrow it down?"

"In the back to the left." the fairy said while focusing and wiggling her body subconsciously.

Aphrodite bit her lip. The fairy's wiggling body and fluttering wings were stimulating her. But she needed to focus. The invisible pair popped across the street and near the corner of the building. Standing over the back left corner, Aphrodite tried reaching out to her daughter. "I'm not feeling her. This close even if she were blocking me I'd know."

"Next one's a mile or so that way." Lunetsa said pointing off to the distance. "And I can feel three more further north."

"Great. The more we look the more possibilities we find." Aphrodite groaned.

"We'll find her. This is only the third stop. And we've only been doing it for 20 minutes." the fairy said to comfort the frightened goddess. The other stop was the hotel near the hospital that the girls had been informed of and seemed to be the center of activity in the case as far as Chicago was concerned.

Aphrodite took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then in a flash she and her passenger were on another roof top. This time a department store in the mall. "We're right above the magic field. Can you feel her?" Lunesta asked.

"Seems to be a lot of electronics working down there interfering with my senses." Aphrodite groaned.

"Well, I guess we pop down and take a look." the fairy squeaked.

Aphrodite popped them down into the store's stockroom, right behind the electronics department. "Not her." the goddess sighed at seeing a middle aged man with a cute teen redhead in her work uniform bent over a big TV box with the back of her skirt flipped up, her panties stretched between her knees and her uniform tunic wide open to expose her B-cup tits.

"So what's with the magic?" Lunesta whined with a quizzical look.

Aphrodite focused on the pair and sighed. "Low power warlock using his powers to make his young subordinate have sex with him."

"He cast a spell on young girl for sex?"

"nnpphh, nnpphh, nnnpphh." the young girl grunted as the overweight man groped her freckled tits and rammed into her over and over.

"Too bad he has to waste his magic. The girl at the counter is a few years older and has a big crush on him. She'd take this girl's place in a heartbeat." Aphrodite sighed. "Where next?"

"Your just gonna leave the bewitched girl to this jerk?"

"And what would you have me do?"

"Fry his ass or something."

"This kind of thing goes on all the time, even without magic. Bosses have been banging their female employees forever." Aphrodite groaned. She didn't like it either. She could feel the man loved his wife. But it seemed his teen employees were to much to pass up. She also noted that the all the workers besides him were girls younger than 25, and all good looking.

"He's a pig. He should be with someone his own age."

"You want me to make him fall in love with a plugged in TV set or something?" the goddess joked as she popped them back up to the roof. "Where next?"

"Half mile that way." Lunesta said while pointing to the east. She sighed because she didn't want to leave the young girl in the creep's clutches.



"OWWWWWW. YOUR HURTING MEEE." Helen screamed for the third time. Now she totally understood why the skinny little prick went first. Johnny wasn't just big with muscles. He had more than a foot of very thick man sausage. And Helen had all of it stuffed in her tight ass.

Tears ran down the demigoddess' face as the big man punished her body. She still looked like Jeannie, but the only thing she still had on was the head piece with the vial. The big beast of a man had her in a modified full nelson with his huge arms under her knees instead of under her arms. He easily held her perpendicular to his body and pushed her forward only to pull her back hard. Thomas grinned as he stood in front of her and taunted her. "Demigoddess my ass. Mutant maybe. But either way your just an adequate fuck."

Helen gritted her teeth. She wanted so badly to snap both their necks. But that would activate her chip. And that pain was even worse than the huge cock stuffed in her ass. "I'm better than adequate." she grunted back. Seemed a little back talk was aloud as long as it didn't go too far.

Helen sobbed as the muscle bound man ripped her ass apart. Sure Ares was bigger and he had banged her ass on more than one occasion, but with these guys it was insisted that she be cherry. That meant extra tight and for her, extra painful.

Thomas and Johnny knew the score, they had trained a few girls themselves. With his telekinesis Thomas had chipped one very powerful mind reader. Their reward was being allowed to train her. That was after the boss got his first crack at her. She was 18 and just gone away to college when they accidentally ran across her. The other girl they trained was Thomas' own sister. A mutant with mind control abilities and a smoking hot body. Blonde with big tits, standing 5'5" and a slim 110 pounds. When the priest told him what they were doing Thomas wanted to get his sister and some of her friends. Her sister was chipped like him, Johnny and Helen, they knew. But her friends were now mindlessly working in the cities they were going to college in. Two in Boston, one in Chicago and another in New York.

"Please? In my pussy." Helen begged through her gritted teeth.

Johnny laughed at her pain. "He got your virgin pussy. I get your virgin ass." he angrily stated. It was the way they always worked. Thomas' sister screamed bloody hell as he took her ass. Thomas in the meantime was laughing in her face because she was their mom and dad's favorite. But with Thomas' sister he took it easy so he wouldn't injure or even kill her. Helen on the other hand he couldn't kill according to the boss. She could however feel pain, and he was out to see just how much pain he could deal to her before she'd pass out. Or if he could deal her enough pain to make her pass out.



The colonel sat behind his desk wearing his usual black sweater and trousers. His office was done nicely with cherry paneling to match his big desk. A leather sofa off to the side, two leather wing chairs and a pair of cherry bookcases said the tax payers spent a fortune decorating his office. Two cherry end tables with lamps at either end of the sofa and a pair of 4-drawer file cabinets filled the 15x15 room. The man sighed as he waited for an update. "What I wouldn't give for an office with windows." he mumbled to himself. Being over 100 feet underground meant he had no view, and no fresh air.

A knock on his open door made him look. "Yes captain." he gruffly said seeing Captain Myron Rodgers standing in the doorway. The big black man was also dressed in black from head to toe. Neither man was wearing any kind of insignia to tell their rank, branch or unit.

"Both the body and the gun are in the lab now. Doc says he'll have a preliminary report for you by 1800 hours. Copies of all of the research are now here as well." the captain reported.

"Thank-you captain. Have all the arrangements been made for Project Ares?"

"Yes sir. But can we trust him?" the captain asked with concern.

The colonel had a good laugh for a moment, then replied "Can he trust us? The project calls for one of the two. And as for him. I expect the double cross, but we'll screw him first. By the time he figures out what happened, we'll all be back here." the colonel answered.

"Either way, level 27 is completed. The stairways have been blocked off and the special paint job is complete. And over 100 cameras have been installed." the captain replied.

"Good. I'll get word out we're ready to initiate the program. Dismissed."

The captain walked away as the colonel picked up the receiver and started dialing the phone. Time was the biggest asset in his favor. He'd have his men in position to initiate the capture by nightfall. Before anyone knew what went down it would be too late. His cohort in the plan would be the primary target when an investigation was started, yet he had no idea who he was working with. He seemed to think he was working with The corps.



Father David stood over the whimpering little blonde. Helen had reverted to her usual teen image as she lay curled up in a ball on the floor, dried blood around her pussy and ass as well as on her thighs told of the rough handling she endured. "Demigoddess my ass. A couple of guys are a little rough and you cry. Get your ass up, they couldn't really injure you."

"Yes Master." Helen whimpered, then slowly rose to her feet to stand on trembling legs. Johnny and Thomas were more than rough on her. Not satisfied with that he couldn't injure her badly enough with his cock up her ass, Johnny had Thomas go out to the car for the baseball bat. After he jammed the meaty end over a foot up her ass he then stuffed his monster cock balls deep into her pussy. Thomas held her in a full nelson as his muscle bound pal fucked her as hard as he could.

"You've stopped bleeding. Now lets get moving. Clean yourself up and dressed. Jeans and T-shirt. Brunette with small boobs, say a A-cup. Let's say around 15." he commanded.

"Yes master." Helen replied. She made the ordered changes wondering why. She didn't know that now that he knew the authorities and her mother were looking for them he had moved up his retirement plans. While out he had picked up false IDs for both of them and bought plane tickets. He'd be playing a man taking his teen daughter to the Bahamas. Their plane would be leaving in a few hours. Marie would join them in a few months when the heat was hopefully off. And he really wouldn't be retired. He just wouldn't be as hands on. His higher ranked employees would be given more authority to run their divisions.

"Good." the priest said as he gave her a look over. "Just put a bra on and pick up my bags." he said. They were going to be in public and he didn't want her catching too much attention.

Helen's body was heeled by now, but she'd have many mental scars after what those two bastards did to her. And for her those scars would be with her a very long time. "Yes Master." she answered. A bra was put on and she picked up the two suitcases near her as the man picked up the third.

"For the time being you will call me Daddy."

"Yes Daddy." Helen replied as she followed him out the door.

Fifteen minutes later Aphrodite popped into the room with Lunesta. "Not here either." the discouraged mother groaned. After dozens of stops she was loosing hope.

Lunesta popped her head up out of the goddess' cleavage and had a scowl as she looked around the room that looked like a wild party had been held there. "Something happened here." She said with a concerned tone as she spied bloodied sheets on the bed and a bloody towel on the floor.

Aphrodite focused her mind on the room. She suddenly gasped and her eyes shot open. "She was here. Not long ago either." The implication hitting both of them. If they had gone west a few stops before instead of east they would have found her.

"We'll find her." Lunesta stated through gritted teeth. "We know for sure she's alive."

"And someone has to be somehow holding her." Aphrodite stated. But who could hold a goddess?

Lunesta was the one who put it together. And even as she asked she didn't like the implications. "Would one of those chips work on her?"

"Me, no. But she's half human. Maybe." the worried mom replied.

"Maybe you should grab the towel or something." the fairy suggested. She had an idea.

"What good is that? You know a bloodhound or something?"

"Maybe." Lunesta replied with a big sigh as she looked around. "By the towels on the floor and the lack of any luggage, I'd say their leaving town."

"How does a bloody towel help. If their leaving we have no way of finding her now." Aphrodite whined. Her daughter was enslaved and she was feeling helpless to help her.

"If that's her blood, it has her genetic make up. Maybe that alien friend of Supergirl could help us." Lunesta said. Mae may be a brainiac, but the little fairy was no dummy.

Aphrodite had never had a need for technology, and thus had no idea what Lunesta was saying. "How does the towel help?"

"She has to have technology on her ship way more advanced than here on Earth. Maybe like that TV show she can use her ship's sensors to help find Helen. There can't be that many demigoddesses with her combination of genetics out there." Lunesta explained.

"Anything's better than nothing." Aphrodite stated as she bent over to grab the towel. Even if it wasn't Helen's blood, maybe it could lead them to someone else that was here and might know where to look.

The goddess looked into the heavens. Using her mind she reached out into space, searching. She grinned when she found a ship. It seemed strange even to her that a ship in orbit was easier to find than her own daughter. But then there was only the one ship and they knew about where it was. With a focused thought she and Lunesta appeared on the ship, startling the three good looking naked women on the bridge.

"By the gods." the tall blue one gasped as she jumped from her chair in the middle of the room full of controls and monitors. T'nel immediately gave the goddess a respectful bow before raising up to face her visitor. She would have bowed to Zeus as well, but one does not bow to an intruder in their bedroom. Even if they are a god. T'nel's eyes opened wide and she again said "By the gods." when she spotted Lunesta between the gorgeous blonde's breasts.

To Aphrodite something was strange. She glanced at the two white girls at the controls and furrowed her eyebrows. She sensed nothing from them. "They are not real?"

"Huh?" Lunesta asked as she looked around wondering what Aphrodite meant. Then she felt something wrong as well. The blue one was the only one with an aura.

"I am Commander T'nel. Welcome Olympian. And you too little one." She didn't like rude people just popping in, but she didn't want to anger a goddess either. So she'd be polite, for now.

"You were the one at the warehouse."

"Yes." T'nel answered. "You and another were there. But she was also different." T'nel eyed the bloody towel in the goddess' hand wondering why she'd be carrying such a thing.

"That is why we are here. The other is my daughter. She is missing and we think the man we all seek has her."

"Will one of those chips work on her?" Lunesta asked as she flew from the warmth of Aphrodite's boobs and hovered in the air between the two women.

"I take it she's half goddess." T'nel said in deep thought. "I'd have to request more information from the high command to see if even they know. But if it were true he'd be in control of great power and even more dangerous."

Aphrodite held out the towel. "We think this is her blood. Can your ship's sensors use this to find her?"

T'nel caught on quickly. She was also quite bright and cunning. "And if it's not hers, then it belongs to someone who might know where she, and him, went." If the bastard had the demigoddess, then there was no way he'd let her out of his clutches. He'd keep her close. Find her, find him.

"Can you do it?" Lunesta asked hopefully.

T'nel took the towel. If it did truly have Olympian genetic material, then the scientists from her world would be falling over themselves to take a peek at it. Something like this could get her put in charge of a squad of ships. But first she needed to capture the priest and end what he was doing. "This scout ship doesn't have the needed sensors. I will call my mother ship in now." She would have liked to keep the rest of her crew out of this, but the cost of failure just shot up. If he fully controlled a demigoddess with great power, stopping him would be near impossible.

"Give me a few days." T'nel said as she walked over to the two white beauties sitting side by side. She held out the towel to the blonde and said "Take this to the storeroom and freeze it."

"Yes commander." the machine girl stated as she took the item and left without delay. T'nel told the other. "Raise the mother ship. I want a secure and coded frequency."

"Yes commander." the other probe said as she went to work to fulfill her orders.

T'nel turned to Aphrodite and the fairy and said "Give me a few days. If I find them how do I find you?"

"My consciousness is tied to my temples. Call my name in any of them and I will hear you."

"Errr, she's blue." Lunesta said as she rolled her eyes. Someone calling out a goddess' name would look strange enough, but being naked and blue would garner a lot more attention.

"I'm also tied to the palace atop Mount Olympus. Either way I will hear you." Aphrodite stated. She didn't like the idea of leaving Helen in the man's clutches, but in the end revenge would be meted out on him for this outrage.

"Very good. Just one more thing. A sample of your genetic material would be helpful." It would also give the scientists an orgasm just to get the sensor readings.



"Why don't you come with me tomorrow?" Courtney whined as she and Kara split a pepperoni pizza and a bottle of strawberry crush soda. The two teens in their alter egos were again in New Jersey for supper.

"After what happened no one wants me." Kara whined. They were being vague incase someone heard them. Courtney had a speaking engagement at an all girls school the next afternoon to talk about chastity and waiting until they were married. To Kara it seemed totally unfair. Courtney was the most promiscuous among her and her friends, but the public didn't know any of it.

"You did nothing wrong. The bastards should understand that." Courtney replied sympathetically. "Those girls would have been in big trouble if you hadn't done what you did."

"Those girls wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for me." Kara groaned. "Sometimes I wish my parents had never sent me here. Seems everyone I make friends with gets caught in the cross fire."

"And I'd gladly be a target for you. Besides, if you weren't in town that chief would still be hurting those girls for who knows how much longer. He would still have found a way to get his hands on Lori and a lot more girls. You make things better by being here. And if anyone disagrees you send them to me and I'll beat some sense into them."

"You can't go around beating people up." Kara chuckled. She knew deep down Courtney was just joking to cheer her up, but sometimes it was hard to tell.

"Yeah, I know." Courtney chuckled back. "Let me call in and then we can leave."

Kara smirked as Courtney walked to the back of the pizza parlor to use the payphone to call into the JLA switchboard, totally unaware that every male head she walked passed was turning to check out her ass in her tight jeans as she wiggled on by. Then again, maybe she does know they're looking Kara mused. Kara listened into the whispered conversations for a moment while she waited. "I'd tag either of them, but I've always had a thing for blondes." his reply from his friend was "Dream on. Those two are tens and you've never even dated higher than a six." Kara bit her lip as the first one proudly proclaimed "But then I get laid at least three times a week and you haven't gotten your dipstick wet in three months."

Courtney trotted back to the table with a big excited smile. And her bouncing braless tits in her white T-shirt put smiles on every man's face. Courtney slipped back into the booth across from Kara and put a piece of paper down in front of her. "What's this?" Kara asked with a bored expression.

"You have a speaking engagement. Tomorrow. Seems some nun called the JLA and asked specifically for you." Courtney whispered as she leaned across the table.

Kara picked up the paper and saw the paper had an address written down for someplace in rural Kansas. I though she was going out west Kara thought of her friend during her captivity. What other nun would call the JLA and ask for her? And Kara wasn't even in the JLA. Kara looked at the note to see it also had a time. "It says here to met at 7 tonight."

"Preliminary meeting. You better get going." It was already after 6.

Kara and Courtney ducked out of the pizza parlor and found a blind ally. Courtney had her own preliminary meeting to attend, so the girls went their separate ways. Courtney up towards Boston and Kara to the west and back to Kansas.

Kara flew to the old schoolhouse near a church in Springfield. It wasn't a town she was familiar with as she hovered overhead. The old schoolhouse was right next to a church and she spotted two priests and three nuns waiting on the large flat roof of the school, none of them her friend during her captivity. Maybe her friend couldn't be there Kara thought. It was just before 7 as Kara slowly descended. She wanted to do this very slowly. She had just gotten her first speaking engagement since her enslavement and didn't want to seem in the least bit slutty. Normally she kind of liked teasing men by landing fast enough to make her skirt flip up and give a glimpse of her panties, but this time her audience was priests and nuns.

"Welcome Supergirl." one of the priests said with a big smile as Kara's boots hit the roof.

"Thank-you. I can't tell... ARRGGGHHH." Kara screamed as the familiar feeling of searing pain and weakness hit her along with a beam of green light from the church's steeple. Kara had a look of total shock and horror as the priest then bent over and, with a click, attached a collar around her neck.

The beam was shut off as the Kryptonite collar took over. Kara moaned in pain as in her blurry vision a chopper was seen moving overhead. Even struggling with the pain she wondered why a Coast Guard chopped was in Kansas. Then she noticed the basket being lowered. Kara groaned as she was placed into the basket. Then she was concerned as a box was placed in the basket next to her and strapped down. Wires were attached to her forehead and some placed inside her tunic. Even in her barely conscious state she noticed the women attached the wires inside her top. The last thing she remembered was being raised into the air. To her it seemed like an eternity, but the entire operation was over in less than two minutes.



Lex Luther mingled with the high brow set at the Metropolis fundraiser. Everyone dressed in tuxes a expensive evening gowns were their to raise money for the Republican Party with the big election a little over a year off. Lex normally wouldn't give a shit, but he needed the alibi. Whenever anything went down involving a hero, or more specifically a heroine, anywhere in Kansas he was a prime suspect. This time though he had the perfect alibi and witnesses. He was at a fund raiser being covered by Clark Kent and his lovely bride Lois Lane-Kent. The known friends of Superman would be his witnesses that he wasn't involved in the disappearance of Supergirl.

Lex put on a charming smile as he walked up to the still hot Lois. She was wearing a green designer gown with one shoulder bare. It fit her tight across her generous bust and at her waist. Lex had had his fun with her over the years in attempts at killing the Man of Steel, including bedding her a few times. Not that she'd remember, she was of course drugged so she couldn't testify against him. "Lois, my don't you look ravishing tonight." Lex said as he wolfishly ogled her. With the boy scout Clark off getting a few drinks Lex thought to have fun making one of the reporters that have ruined so many of his schemes squirm.

Lois squinted her eyes at the bastard. After all he'd done to Kara, Diana and several other of the young heroines, Lois wanted nothing to do with the pervert. She also had a feeling he'd molested her a few times while she was in his clutches as well, not that any of it could be proved. The man was coated in teflon or something. "You have all the charm of a coiled up cobra." Lois replied as she put on a bored expression. Actually he was even more dangerous than a cobra and she was one of the relatively few people that knew.

"My dear Lois, everything I do is for the betterment of mankind. Yet you think me a demon." Lex said with a big grin. All he needed to do was be seen for a while as his guest was captured and transported to one of his labs. But he couldn't resist making Lois squirm. He remembered how her breasts were back when she was a young reporter in her early twenties. And how tight her young pussy was as well.

"Everything you do is for the betterment of your own bottom line. And your manly urges." Lois growled back as she glanced over to the bar and Clark in hopes of being rescued.

Lex was about to toy with Lois some more when one of his aides rushed up and whispered in his ear. Lois watched Les' face become hard and angry as he rushed off. She couldn't help but enjoy whatever it was that irked him so much. But her reporters' instinct told her there was a story.

Lois tried to follow, but was interrupted by Mr. Joseph Lieberman and his lovely, and much younger, wife Anya. They were both holders of tons of stock in the Daily Planet. Thus they were not to be ignored or brushed off.

Lex rushed to his waiting limo a jumped into the back. He picked up the phone before the door was closed. Lex dialed the number and waited as his driver climbed in the front seat and drove off. Even through the glass separating the front from the back the driver could hear his rants. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY FLEW WEST INTEAD OF EAST..WE HAD A DEAL. I SET HER UP, THEY CAPTURE HER AND DELIVER HER TO MY LAB." He was to do the research and turn over the results. After all as far as he knew he was the only one with knowledge of how to hold a Kryptonian without the use of Kryptonite.