Radiant Reunion by J. Darksong and Czarzhan
Part Three: Learning Things About The Ones You Love

Barcelona, a couple days ago

As Sigil Seraph and Radiant prepared to depart La Vida Briliante, Radiant had the Bardiche transform their clothes into their super outfits. Meanwhile, La Reina Bruja noticed Jack take a call on his cell. “Uh-huh. Yes. Yes, I understand.” He muttered while writing on a note pad.

As the four went out on the balcony, Jack pulled Seraph in for a kiss. “Be careful, Julia.”

“Mmm, yes, sir,” Seraph smiled as she rubbed her body against his.

He regarded Radiant. “That weapon, the Bardiche? It seems to have a lot of capabilities. Moving on its own, sensors, and you seem to be able to communicate with it.”

“That’s right,” Val replied.

“Perhaps you should send it ahead, to gather intel you can use when you get there,” he suggested.

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Seraph nodded.

Val nodded, concentrated on the polearm for a moment, and watched it disappear in a flash.

“Now,” Jack said, “before you ladies leave, here.” He handed a slip of paper to Radiant.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Your sister is in River City, Oregon, at the residence of one Lacie Gilbertson Frasier. That is her address.”

“How did you get this?” she recognized the name...

“That’s not important. You should go to her.”

“I should go to her,” Val repeated.

Seraph blinked. “But, wait. What about Auburnville?”

Jack turned to her. “The other members of the HeroGuild that were working disaster relief are heading back now. Never mind how I know,” he cut off her question. “The Auburnville situation is being handled. You should go with Radiant.”

“Auburnville is being handled,” she repeated blankly. “I should go with Val.”

“Hey, why don’t you go amuse yourself with the other one for a sec,” Reina told Jack. “Julia and I have some things to discuss.” When he gave her a puzzled look, she smirked. “Just keep her mind off of us for a couple minutes.”

Seraph was about to sneer at Reina when the latter gestured and activated the new form she had created in the former. Julia felt her perspective shift even as she felt Reina’s hand wrap around the head of the erect phallus that had just appeared between her legs.

Jules glanced at Reina’s hand and arched an eyebrow. “Not exactly your standard handshake, sweetie.”

Reina stepped closer, letting her hand slide up the shaft. “I just wanted to make sure we stay in contact while you are gone. I put my contact info in your phone. Don’t let Julia delete it.”

“Don’t worry,” she replied, “Miss Prissy Angel won’t even notice it’s there. Any ideas on how I should mess with the Mother-of-the-Year twins?” She nodded at Val, whose head was bobbing up-and-down on Jack’s fingers, eyes locked on his as if fellating his digits was making some salient point.

“You know them better than I do. Use your imagination. Now, best put that away for now.” She gave the sorceress’s dick a final, playful, squeeze before stepping away to hang off Jack’s arm.

After the pair had left, Reina asked Jack who had called and supplied the address. “A patron of sorts. I’ve never met them, but they go by Roulette.”

* * *

River City, the Frasier household, Last Night

The spacious living room held nine people. The first five consisted of Parker Albinn, known also as the superhero Echo, Venus Satore, known as the superheroine Divine, Lacie Frasier, known to the world as Omega Girl, Jamie Taylor, barista and Lacie’s half sister, and Mary Makepeace, Jamie’s mother and once upon a time known as the heroine Radiant.

They were relaxing after a busy evening saving a charity auction from being robbed by no less than three different groups of supervillains (the events are detailed in chapters 7, 8, and 9 of Nadira: Path of the Goddess). They had been joined shortly before by Lacie’s adult children, who had dropped by to visit: Jimmy Frasier, Lacie’s son and the hero Darklight, and Katie Frasier, Jimmy’s twin sister and the heroine Luminaire,

But they were all dumbfounded by the arrival of the last two individuals. One was Sigil Seraph, a sorceress associated with the superteam known as the HeroGuild. The other, and most confounding, was Valorine Dawson, a dead ringer for Mary and wearing Radiant’s uniform.

* * *

“So, let me get this straight,” Parker began, addressing Mary. The former heroine sat beside Lacie on a couch, head in her hands. Both she and Lacie were recovering from the shock of buried memories that had just come rushing back. “You were split into two people, and nobody knew?”

“We tracked down the dozen or so people who were aware of the split and modified their memories,” explained Valorine, or ‘Val’, while her sister collected herself. “We had been stuck as a public figure for so long, we thought one of us could have a private life while the other played the hero, trading places periodically so we could both enjoy the benefits. Only Lacie and her father were allowed to remember.”

“Then why didn’t she?” Jimmy asked. “If Mom was allowed to remember, I mean.”

“Because Doctor Cyber captured me, too,” Lacie stated wearily. “The night Radiant was captured, Val sensed it through their twin link.” She didn’t have to elaborate. They were all familiar with the strong mental connection between her own twins, Jimmy and Katie.

“But, wait,” Parker interjected. “’Val’ sensed?”

Mary raised a hand. “Me. This was before I became Mary. Just a couple hours before, actually.”

Katie, who followed the logic instinctively, nudged the speedster playfully, "Yeah, Uncle Parker, keep up."

“It was a trap,” Lacie continued. “We thought Cyber was unaware of Val’s split and would be riding a high over catching Radiant, and let his guard down. So we charged in, ready to tear the place apart...”

“...And he captured us immediately,” Mary concluded. She faced Lacie, guilt etched across her features. “You wouldn’t have been there if I hadn’t dragged you along.”

Lacie placed a reassuring hand on Mary’s shoulder and continued, “He caught us with the Guardian Gear’s light…”

“He started listing things he was going to make her do.”

Lacie nodded. “Porn star. Omega Whore. Pretty tame compared to the last three decades, but scary at the time.”

Mary went on, “I begged him to let her go, that she wasn’t part of this. He said I made her a part of it. But he said he would let her go if I surrendered myself completely to him. I told him to let you go, too,” she glanced up at Val, tears running down her face. “He made me choose between you. I’m sorry, sis.”

Val knelt beside Mary, caressing her cheek. “For what? Choosing Lacie?” With her free hand she grabbed Lacie’s. “You know I’d have done the exact same thing. She’s our girl. Nobody hurts our girl.” The three women shared an embrace.

Parker touched Venus’s shoulder. “We should head out. Give these guys a chance to catch up. Or get acquainted, as the case may be.”

Venus remained seated. “What? But it’s just getting good!”

“Now, Venus,” Parker emphasized.

The superheroine/love goddess grumbled as she rose, then regarded Sigil Seraph, who had been silent since walking in. “Why does she get to stay?”

“I’m not her ride,” Parker muttered tersely as he moved to the door.

“Besides,” said Jamie, “she’s family, too.”

As Val and Seraph looked at Jamie in surprise, Parker nodded. “Ladies, it was a pleasure to meet you. Jamie, you have my contact info. Give me a call in a day or two.”

“Yes, sir,” Jamie replied as the two departed.

“Wait. Jamie?” Val rose. “My Ja--” She looked at Mary. “Our J--” She started again, looking at her, “Paul and Liz’s Jamie?”

“Right on all three counts,” Jamie smirked, then frowned a little. “Does that mean you’re both my birth mother?”

Mary nodded with a smile, “’Fraid so, kiddo.”

“Unconventional parentage,” Jimmy remarked. “That’s not something we’re familiar with at all. Are we, Katie?”

“Nope. Not a bit,” Katie answered with equal parts humor and sarcasm.

Val approached Jamie slowly. “Oh, wow you’ve grown up. I had heard Lacie and Mary had only contacted you recently, but...”

Jamie regarded Val, her expression unreadable. “Finish the story.”

“... What?” Val blinked.

“We know Cyber let Lacie go after changing her memory, and he turned Mary into Mary the maid-slash-sex slave, who later became Mary the, um,” she stopped herself from blurting out the X-rated portion of Mary’s current job, “support staff manager for the HeroGuild. What did Cyber do with you?”

“He put me in stasis and stuck me in a hidden room in his lair. I’ve been suspended in time since the night I was captured until just a couple days ago,” Val replied.

Jamie nodded. “You know, I was really pissed at Mary for never contacting me before last week, but I’ve forgiven her. If you were in stasis that whole time, you didn’t have a choice in the matter, so in your case there’s nothing to forgive.” She stepped forward and hugged Val. “Welcome back, Aunt Val.”

After a few minutes, Mary spoke up. “Wait. What did you mean?”

Val looked at Mary as she and Jamie separated. “About what?”

“You said you had heard we only contacted Jamie recently. Only people in this room and a few people we met this evening know about Jamie’s relationship to us, much less when we got in contact. How did you know?”

Val’s eyes met Mary’s and she smirked like the cat that got the cream. “The Bardiche told me.”

As realization crossed on Mary’s face, Jimmy asked, “The what, now?” At the same time, Katie chimed in, “What’s a bardiche?”

“The Dar’Vek Bardiche?” Mary asked. “You’ve been in communication with it? How did you establish contact?”

Val’s gaze didn’t waver. “I retrieved it.”

“You did what?!” Mary’s expression went from shocked to appalled. “What on Earth could have possessed you to go get it?”

Val winced slightly in chagrin. “I wasn’t entirely in my right mind when I came out of stasis. Do you remember that time Cyber ranted about enslaving humanity?”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Which one?”

“Project Little Brother,” Val replied.

Mary thought for a moment. “Oh, yeah. ‘All eyes glued to the mini-televisions in the palm of… their hands.’” She suddenly understood. “Smartphones. You woke up and saw all the people with their noses in their phones and thought—”

“--that Cyber had actually managed to take over the world,” Val finished. “I didn’t have my Guardian Gear. I didn’t know where Cyber was. I didn’t even know if you or Lacie were still alive.”

“So, you went to where we hid the superweapon an alien race gave us after we stopped them from invading the Earth and retrieved it.” Mary pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to look like she was in pain but really holding back laughter.

“Where did you hide it?” Lacie asked.

“… The Moscow Sea,” Val replied.

“Russia?” Jamie and Katie asked at the same time.

Mary turned to them, chuckling. “Mare Moscoviense. It’s a lunar sea on the far side of the Moon.”

“Yeah,” Val continued, “and it has apparently been keeping tabs on us and people we care about for the last forty-some years.”

“So,” Mary inquired, “where is it?”

Val had a clever smirk as she reached into the empty air between them. There was a flash and the weapon appeared as she wrapped her fingers around its haft. The butt of the polearm resting on the floor, the blade capping the top of and grasping twenty percent of the shaft which stretched to six and a half feet of height, or just under two meters. She held it out to her sister.

As Mary’s grip tightened on the weapon, she blinked in surprise. “You can think?” she spoke directly to it, then seemed to listen for a moment. She shook her head in confusion. “You were on the far side of the Moon. How much could you have picked up?” Short pause, then Mary’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

Val sniggered and said to the others, “I had this exact same conversation when I first grabbed it.” She tapped the shaft. “Speak up so everyone can hear.”

The Bardiche emitted a low hum that seemed to warble for a moment before resolving itself into intelligible speech. “My apologies. I had not intended to be rude,” it said. “Greetings, Lacie and Jamie. Katie, Jimmy, and Julia, it is good to finally meet you.”

Lacie cocked her head. “Is it me, or does that sound like…?” Mary and Val nodded, intrigued.

“I chose a voice that I calculated would be most pleasing to my owner, or rather owners,” the Bardiche explained.

“I don’t get it,” Jimmy said. “Who does it sound like?”

Lacie’s breath caught in her chest. “That’s your grandfather’s voice.”

* * *

This Morning

Mary busied herself around the Frasier kitchen, making a big breakfast for her daughters, her sister, and her daughter’s family. She hadn’t made a meal for a large group in years, not since the early days of the HeroGuild, before they hired the kitchen staff. With all the people coming and going back then, she had worn her Guardian Gear pretty much all the time to prevent anybody recognizing her. But no Gear this morning. Everybody in the house knew who she was, and for the first time in decades, she felt free in a way she had not realized she missed.

The house maid entered the kitchen and curtsied once. “The table has been set, ma’am,” she reported.

“Ah. Thank you, Tina,” she replied. Listening intently, she could hear the stirring of the house’s occupants. “Let’s start loading up the buffet,” she handed her platters of cheeses and fruits then lifting the bacon and sausage herself. As the pair finished their second trip to the kitchen and back, Lacie floated in.

That is to say, she literally floated in, hovering horizonally about five feet above the floor, slowly moving forward as if her nose was being drawn forth by the aroma. Katie and Val trailed after Lacie, floating as well, eliciting a laugh from Mary.

“Come in! Grab a plate. There’s waffles, pancakes, sausage, rashers, and more. Plus coffee, juice, orange and grapefruit, and hot water for tea or cocoa,” she greeted them as the rest came in.

“Nice!” Jimmy said as he grabbed a plate. “This is a heck of a spread, Mary.”

“Well,” Mary grinned, “I’m pretty sure everybody in the house worked up an appetite after last night.” The sudden silence at that statement was broken only by the sound of the glass of grapefruit juice Val was holding hitting the floor. The glass didn’t break, but the juice managed to splash directly back up onto her and Mary without touching anyone else. Mary rolled her eyes. “Hey, I know my, ahem, group didn’t get a lot of sleep, and when I went to the bathroom I could hear the rest of you from the hall. Tina, clean-up, please,” she called out as she and Val moved to the door. “Go ahead and eat. We’re gonna get changed.”

* * *

Val stepped into the bedroom, still wrapped in a towel. “That shower is heavenly, sis. I almost didn’t want to get out.” She walked to the dresser and picked up a brush. “So, um, can I borrow some clothes? I haven’t really had a chance to get a wardrobe since I woke up, and I don’t really want to depend on the Bardiche for new outfits.”

Mary grinned. She had only been lightly splashed by the juice, and only needed the sink and another outfit to clean up. “Well, I was already planning on going shopping with the girls today. We can pick you up some new clothes then. But in the meantime,” she opened a small trunk at the foot of the bed, “help yourself.”

She picked some undergarments, a blouse, and Capri pants, similar to Mary’s outfit. Then she looked at the shoes: Mary Janes with four-inch platform soles. She held one up. “These things are crazy. Do you fly-walk with these?” she asked, referring to their old practice as Radiant to appear taller by using her flight power to maintain a precise height of a couple inches so rigidly, someone watching her feet would think she was walking on an invisible platform.

Mary shook her head. “No. You can, of course. But I had to learn the old fashioned way. Master’s orders,” that last slipping out before she realized. She cringed, knowing what was coming next.

“WHAT?!?” Val’s shriek shook the house.

“Okay, that came out wrong...”

“‘Master’s orders’?! Did you really just say that?”

“Calm down, Val,” Mary said in a soothing tone.

“How am I supposed to do that, Mary? Answer the question! Did you just refer to Vincent Partnell, to Doctor fucking Cyber, as ‘Master?’”

Before Mary could respond, Lacie burst through the door, followed, with more calm, by Eva and Julia. Jamie, Katie, and Jimmy stayed in the hall, but watched through the door.

“What’s going on?” Lacie asked.

“I think Cyber still has his hooks in Mary,” Val replied, not taking her eyes off her sister. “She just referred to him as ‘Master.’”

Lacie regarded Mary. “What happened?”

“I was talking about learning to wear heels like a normal person and not using my flight. Back when I still belonged to Mas-- uh, Partnell,” Mary corrected herself with a glance at Val, who bristled. “I’m sorry! I know who I am. I know he’s dead. But for those couple years, he was my Master. I’m normally really good about keeping a lid on things like that, but last night, I think I had a dream about it. But it was, like, the “Good Parts” version. Nothing unpleasant, Cyber didn’t even put in an appearance, it was like somebody else was--” she glanced at Jimmy and Katie through the doorway. “Oh, right.”

* * *

Last Night

“So, Grandma Mary,” Katie said brightly, sipping from her glass of Diet Coke, “how do you like River City so far? It’s been quite a while since you’ve been here, hasn’t it? Like… at least twenty five years, give or take?”

“About that long, yes,” Mary replied with a nod, sipping from her own glass. “And yes, a lot has changed. It’s funny--- your mom and I were talking about that very thing a few hours ago, how some of the same shops we used to frequent together are no longer around. But it’s still fundamentally the same city.” She smiled slightly. “It’s certainly a lot bigger and more… active, than Auburnville.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Jimmy remarked, walking over to the counter, opening a small cabinet. “River City’s pretty much the central location for most of the crazy chaotic happenings on the west coast.” He sighed deeply. “We get a bit of ‘supervillain crime’ over in Portland as well, and have our own hero team there to deal with it… but it’s certainly nothing like what happens here.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Mary recalled, “you moved out to Portland recently, didn’t you? You mom said you’d moved there to get your medical degree and decided to stay there permanently.”

“True, true,” he replied with a grin, “though I return here every so often to visit. Portland might be where I now hang my hat, but River City is still what I consider my home.” He returned back to the living room and the pair of blondes holding a large bottle of aged whiskey and a small plastic medicine bottle. Locking eyes momentarily with his sister, he grinned, and sat down across from Mary. “So, Grandma,” he said with a smirk, “how about something with a bit more bite than soda pop?”

“Jimmy? Katie? Can we please drop the ‘Grandma’ thing, now?” asked, entreatingly. “Just call me, Mary, okay? Having two full grown kids like you calling me ‘Grandma’ makes me feel positively ancient,” she murmured. “As for the drink? Sure, why not?” she replied with a shrug, holding out a glass as Jimmy poured. “Your Mom mentioned that your Dad keeps a rather nicely stocked supply of spirits.” She sipped idly, then blinked, moaning softly. “Oh dear lord, that’s nice,” she purred gently. “Wow, Lacie wasn’t kidding! That is definitely top shelf!”

Katie sipped idly on her own, licking her lips thoughtfully. “Oh. Yeah… that’s the thirty year old MacAllan, right?” she guessed. “It’s good, nice and smooth, and all, but Daddy keeps the REALLY good stuff--- the fifty year old Scotch--- in his private cellar downstairs.” She sighed softly, sipping again. “Funny… it kind of boggles the mind to think that the stuff we’re drinking has been sitting in a barrel aging longer than Jimmy and I’ve been alive.”

“Speak for yourself, dear,” Mary said with a giggle. “I’ve been around quite a bit longer than this whiskey, and, not to toot my own horn, I think I’ve aged just as well!”

“Ha! I’ll second that,” Jimmy chimed in, taking a swing from his own glass, then popped the top off the pill bottle. “Incidentally, Mary… I’d imagine you’re pretty much in the same boat as me? Your superhuman physique that lets you heal quickly and regenerate tends to also burn through most toxins, like alcohol, rather quickly?” Mary nodded, curious, as he held out the pill bottle towards her. “Dad came up with a little something to counter that. Take one of these, and it will slow down your ability to burn through the alcohol in your system, enough that you can actually feel its effects.” Smirking, he took one and swallowed it, before offering the bottle back to her.

“My, my. That’s clever,” Mary mused, taking one of the pills, staring down at it in her hand. “You kids wouldn’t be trying to get me drunk, now, would you?” she asked with a grin.

The twins glanced meaningfully at each other, smirking. “Maybe,” they answered in perfect sync, which only made Mary giggle again. Shrugging, deciding she had no reason not to enjoy herself, she took the pill and swallowed. Chuckling as well, Jimmy immediately refilled all of their glasses. “Wait, Katie, you’re not taking one as well?” she asked when Jimmy placed the cap back on the pill bottle, slipping it back into his pocket.

“Oh, trust me, Mary, I don’t need one,” she answered, waving her hand dismissively. “I heal quickly, too, but compared to Mom, Dad, and Jimmy, I’m a total lightweight.” She titled her glass back and drank deeply. “I was actually never really much of a drinker at all, truth be told,” she continued, setting her empty glass down, “at least until my girlfriend, Sioban, introduced me to the proper way to drink.”

“As opposed to the improper way?” Mary asked, eyebrow raised.

“As opposed to the kind of way most college freshman drink,” Katie responded, grinning as Jimmy once again refilled their glasses, “the kind of drinking at parties and keggers, where the object isn’t so much to enjoy a drink or two and have a good time, but to get totally shit-faced and blackout drunk.” She sighed softly, circling a finger idly along the rim of her glass. “Not that there’s anything wrong with THOSE kinds of experiences either, done in moderation,” she added with a smirk. “But I figure, if I am going to wake up the next morning with a mammoth headache and massive hangover, I want to at least remember the experience that lead up to it.”

The other two nodded in agreement, both drinking deeply of the very nice tasteful liquor. “By the way, Mary,” Jimmy said innocently after a moment. “Is it true that you fucked every single member of the HeroGuild aside from your kids?” Mary gasped, caught in the middle of swallowing, nearly choking in her surprise. “Ah, er, sorry,” he said, chuckling as she set down her glass, wiping her mouth and face. “I probably could have timed that better.”

“Also,” Katie chimed in, “we’re not judging you, or criticizing you, or anything. Far from it. We’re mostly just…”

“Curious,” Jimmy finished, both twins looking at her intently.

Mary, composed now, took a moment to consider. Both of them wanting to spend time with her alone, with Lacie, Jamie, and Val off visiting the Goddess Realm? Jimmy bringing out top-shelf liquor and pills that allowed you to actually feel the alcohol? The seemingly ‘innocent’ question coming out of the blue? It was obvious at the two youngsters were up to something... there was a definite agenda in mind, and she had an idea where it was leading, but she wanted confirmation.

“Okay, in the interest of open honesty,” she replied, “yes, the rumor is true. And it’s not anything that I feel ashamed about, personally,” she added with a grin. “I like sex. And, yes, a lot of it is due to Doctor Cyber messing with my brain all those years ago, but the truth is, I like myself this way.”

Jimmy and Katie both grinned. “And we agree completely,” Katie stated. “I personally think having a healthy sex drive is a good thing. I’ve definitely had my own share of encounters over the years.”

“Same here,” Jimmy chimed in. “And while Katie and I both have someone we love and care for deeply, we’re all confident enough in our love that we have no issues in… spending time with other prospective lovers from time to time.” Both twins glanced at each other and nodded, sliding over to stand before Mary.

“So, if it wasn’t immediately obvious,” Katie said, smirking, reaching out to caress Mary’s face on her right cheek.

“My sister and I,” Jimmy added, caressing Mary’s face on the left cheek.

“Would like to---” Katie stated.

“Would absolutely love to---” Jimmy spoke up.

“Fuck you til you pass out from the pleasure,” they both stated simultaneously.

Mary blushed deeply, shuddering slightly. The two youngsters knew exactly what they were doing, double-teaming her, and keeping her off balance. To be sure, she found them both extremely attractive. Katie was gorgeous, easily the same height as her, with long golden blonde hair, and sumptuous curves in all the right places. Her breasts were very well and modestly contained within her clothes, but according to Lacie, her daughter’s bust size was only slightly smaller than Mary’s own! The idea of seeing those massive mammaries freed alone was almost more than she could resist.

And Jimmy was no slouch either. Tall, dark, handsome and physically fit, he very much resembled the grandfather he had been named for, back in his prime. Moreover, the boy simply had a presence… an aura, something that she found very attractive. Charismatic and appealing. Most of all, he carried himself with a level of confidence, a sense of self-assuredness that would have seemed like arrogance if the boy wasn’t likewise very humble and self-effacing.

And yet…

“Jimmy, Katie, kids… I’m flattered, really, but---” she began, only to blink as Katie pressed a fingertip against her lips.

“Let me guess,” she mused aloud, “you want to give it a try… but you’re concerned about what Mom would think about it?”

Mary chuckled softly. “I’m pretty certain I know what she’d think about it,” she replied ruefully. “She’d strangle me to death and burn the body.”

The twins chuckled as well. “Maybe you don’t know Lacie Frasier as well as you think you do,” Jimmy postulated. “Mom’s a lot more flexible with her thinking these days. For one thing, she’s already had sex with YOU, her surrogate mother,” he pointed out, causing Mary to blink in surprise.

“Wait… what… how?”

“Aunt Eva let it slip,” Katie replied smoothly, leaning forward, letting her breasts rub idly against her arm, teasing her. “It’s hard to keep secrets from a psychic, you know.”

“Besides,” Jimmy continued, “she, Grandma Valorine, and Aunt Jamie, are all off together in Yggdrasil right now, and from what I hear, those meetings tend to end in a rather… explicit group get-together, so to speak.”

“He means, an orgy,” Katie supplied helpfully.

“Quite,” Jimmy agreed, stroking Mary’s ass idly as he walked behind her before moving to her other side. “Plus, both Katie and I have had sex with mom as well, you know.”

“Wait… what?!?” Mary exclaimed, shocked.

Katie shrugged. “A few times, in fact. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly by choice. In one case, mom and I had been hypnotized, brainwashed, and turned into a supervillain’s sex slaves. The villain, calling herself the ‘Supreme Queen’, had us and several other brainwashed slaves, fucking her and each other, all for her amusement.” She sighed, but not unpleasantly. “It seemed to amuse her pairing mother and daughter together that way. Not that we complained, personally, even if its not something we would normally do.”

Mary nodded slowly, digesting that. “I… see.” She glanced over at Jimmy. “And you?”

“Well, in my case, I’d transformed temporarily into a bloodthirsty vampire at the time,” Jimmy replied archly. “It was last Halloween, and it was a long, complicated issue involving a lab accident with an experimental serum meant to promote regeneration.” She shrugged. “Mom and Katie were among the victims I enslaved. Oh, and there was the time that a demon shapeshifted into the forms of all of the attractive and sexy women in my life just to tempt me.” He shrugged. “You know… the usual stuff.”

“The ‘usual stuff’, huh? Wow,” Mary whistled, shaking her head. “And I thought some of the adventures I had back in my heyday were weird!” She sighed. “But… still…”

“Look, it’s not that big of a deal, really,” Katie replied, stepping away from Mary, moving over to her brother. “It’s actually something of a… family tradition, really,” she said softly, staring into her twin brother’s eyes. Standing up onto her tiptoes, she leaned her head forward as Jimmy bent downward, their lips touching, burning into a passionate kiss. Mary’s eyes widened yet again in surprise, as the twin hugged each other, kissing deeply, loud moans and groans sounding as they embraced, the kiss lasting for several long seconds before finally breaking. Both siblings were panting softly, staring at each other for a moment longer, before Katie turned back to Mary, blushing deeply. “Remind me sometime to tell you about our cousins over in Midas City. Kind of redefines the term ‘kissing cousins’.”

Mary merely nodded, stunned, blushing deeply. “Reminds me of the old saying… ‘Incest is best if you keep it in the family.”

Giggling, the twins stepped forward, invading her personal space once again. “So, Mary,” Jimmy asked, staring deep into her eyes now. “Does this mean we’ve managed to convince you?” Before she could respond, he slid a hand down and lifted her chin, tilting her head up to his, and kissed her just as deeply as he had his sister, Mary stiffened momentarily, before melting into him, moaning softly as their tongues danced deftly with one another. She had just enough time to catch her breath before Katie moved to take her brother’s place.

“Are you perhaps… reconsidering our offer now?” she asked, leaning forward and kissing the older blonde as well, eagerly passionately claiming her mouth, sucking almost desperately as she pressed lovingly against Mary’s beautiful sexy frame with her own.

Mary looked into Jimmy's eyes, then Katie's, a speculative grin spreading across her lips. "You know," she began, "in my time tending the... urges of the HeroGuild supers, I've picked up a feeling for what people want. This is the first time I've needed to be both a ‘top’ and a ‘bottom’ at the same time. But I think I can manage this hero sandwich." She gave Katie a stern-yet-gentle, "You. Toes. Now!" before gazing meekly into Jimmy's eyes and saying, "What is your desire, my Lord?"

Jimmy laughed aloud, nodding, smiling at his sister, who smiled as well, blushing deeply. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then. As for the rest,” he said, gesturing idly, causing a pool of black inky darkness to surround them, “let’s continue this somewhere a bit more… private and comfortable.” With a snap of his fingers, the three of them teleported away.

* * *

An instant later, the three appeared in a large tastefully decorated bedroom, with a large king-sized four poster bed in the center. While Mary took a moment to take in the new surroundings, Katie and Jimmy wasted no time, each of them disrobing, tossing aside their clothing to stand naked before their new prospective lover. Mary, noticing, couldn’t help but stare for a moment in delight and anticipation. Both youngsters were as beautiful and physically perfect as she’d imagined. And she, she noted in satisfaction, had been right about Katie--- freed from their confines, her lovely perfect fleshy globes were only slightly smaller than her own.

“I see you’re comparing,” Jimmy remarked, breaking Mary out of her introspection. “Yeah, my little sister was truly ‘gifted’ even before the Bimbo Virus incident a few years ago. In the aftermath, she and several other women and men ended up with a few… consolation prizes. Namely an increased libido, and a bust size one or two cups larger than before.” He gave Mary an appraising look. “I can tell you’re even larger when yours are not as… constrained,” he added with a smirk, “but I can’t tell exactly, since you’re still fully dressed.” His smile faded, his expression darkening. “Strip. Now!” he barked, suddenly, making her jump in surprise.

“Y-yes, yes, Sir!” she squeaked, shuddering slightly in pleasure as the unexpected dominance. Hurrying, she did as commanded, stripping off his clothing and tossing it aside as fast as possible. Then, acting on impulse, she dropped to her knees, looking up at Jimmy in supplication for approval.

“Oh, fuck, mmmm… they’re so huge,” Katie murmured, coming up behind her, pressing her own naked body against hers. She kissed and nibbled idly on the back of Mary’s neck before whispering into her ear. “Oh and just so you know, my brother prefers being called ‘Master’. Not Sir, or Lord, or anything else fancy. Remember that, if you want to please Him,” she said kissing and biting her earlobe, before kneeling down, and kissing and licking on Mary’s bare upturned soles.

Mary’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip, toes wiggling slightly at the ticklish sensation of the younger blonde’s eager lips and tongue. Jimmy simply stared down at her, looking utterly amused. “Enjoying Katie’s foot worship are you?” he teased, walking slowly around her, admiring his new prize. “She’s been talking practically nonstop about doing this ever since Mom told us about you… or Val, er, both of you,” he clarified dismissively. “A short sexy, uninhibited blonde beauty with both a dominant AND submissive side.” He chuckled softly. “In a way, you’re more of a twin to her than I am.”

Mary merely sighed and hummed softly in pleasure, biting her lip to keep from laughing aloud. The sexy blonde at her feet was definitely pushing her buttons, walking the line between ticklish torment and erotic torture. She didn’t have a foot fetish herself, to be sure, but her ability to adapt and change her stance based on her lover’s needs and desires made it a moot point. Katie’s foot worship was driving her wild and sending her arousal soaring. There was just something about her submissive dedication combined with her sincere enthusiasm that excited her deeply. A giggle escaped her lips as Katie’s clever tongue delved deep in the undercurl of her toes as she suckled, and then the dam burst and her laughter poured out freely as the submissive slut began working her tongue all over and between each sensitive ticklish digit one by one.

“My, my, it seems you really ARE enjoying my sister’s ministrations,” Jimmy stated, coming up behind her, placing his hands atop her shoulders. “I have to confess, I’m enjoying your reactions as well.” Mary squealed suddenly, feeling his hands goosing her sides, teasing and tickling her briefly. “There’s just something really enticing and arousing about a woman’s laughter… that unguarded moment of expressed unrestrained happiness and joy.” His grin twisted slightly, and he moved to stand back in front of her, tilting her chin and kissing her deeply before continuing. “Or… perhaps it’s the way being tickled forces you to react against your will, laughing reflexively… your body responding naturally without conscious effort or will. The purest example of an honest response.” He shrugged. “Either way, I’m very much enjoying the way that sexy bare body of yours is writhing around. Now,” he said, eyes flashing briefly, “let’s see what other lovely sounds we can force out of you…”

Mary’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips as she suddenly felt her arms pulled gently but firmly behind her back. She glanced down in surprise, but yes, Katie was still kneeling down, worshipping at her feet, utterly engrossed in kissing and licking every millimeter of bare flesh. Seeing her surprise, Jimmy chuckled. “Shadow magic,” he said simply, gesturing with a hand, a pair of shadow tendrils appearing, slipping around and behind Mary, wrapping neatly around her wrists, binding them tightly. She pulled at them experimentally, testing their strength, and found to her surprise that she was completely unable to free her arms.

“Enough, Katie-slave,” Jimmy barked out suddenly, causing the submissive blonde to slid back. Gesturing again, he lifted Mary up into the air, neatly placing her onto her back on the prepared bed. Another gesture, and her wrists unbound, her arms moving and stretching out before the shadow strands rebound her to the headboard. Nodding to Katie, the pair them moved onto the bed, joining her. Grinning, locking eyes with Mary, he lifted his right hand, placing a fingertip in the center of his sister’s forehead. “Cradling your inner child,” he said cryptically.

“I need serenity,” Katie replied back blankly, eyes rolling back into her head before slumping forward.

“What… what was that?” Mary asked, shocked.

“Hypnosis,” Jimmy replied with a chuckle. “Just a little trigger between Katie and I. Something to help her relax and give her the… serenity she desires. After all… why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing? And when will we learn to control?” he sang gently. Gesturing towards Katie, he smiled. “Katie, sweetie, dropping nice and deep for me again, just like before,” he murmured gently. “And, just like we discussed, you’re going to be a deeply devoted, mindlessly obedient slave slut for BOTH of your owners tonight, aren’t you, Sis?”

“Yes, Master Jimmy,” she replied back blankly, a sweet vacant smile on her face. “Slave katie loves to submit. Slave katie loves to serve and obey. Slave katie will be a good girl.”

“Yes, I know you will,” he replied, leaning forward to kiss her deeply, then turned back to face Mary again. “Now that we have you nice and warmed up,” he continued, his voice low and deep with arousal, “let’s move on to the main event. You’ve had a small sample of Katie’s talented tongue already… now, why don’t you experience the full depth of her skills?” He sat back then, idly stroking himself to readiness. “She has been programmed to obey you completely and utterly in any way you desire. Command her to pleasure you. Use her however you wish. Make her make you cum… just make sure that you put on a good show for me.”

Mary blinked, an evil grin forming on her face. “Of course, Master,” she replied demurely before turning her attention back to Katie. “You, slave!” she snapped. “You heard Master Jimmy! Get to work, now!” she ordered, flexing and spreading her legs. “Start at my inner thighs, kissing and sucking them slowly, and work your way up. Do your best to pleasure me, and make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before!” Katie gasped, her eyes shining with anticipation, and licking her lips, she moved immediately to obey. Always a devoted and enthusiastic lover, in her mindless hypnotized state, her focus on the task at hand was absolute, putting her utmost into obeying her Mistress, lovingly kissing and sucking and nibbling gently on Mary’s sensitive thighs, following her command to a T as she slowly, slowly, ssslllooooowwwwwllllyy made her way upwards towards Mary’s increasingly wet and dripping cunt.

“Ohhhh, ooohhh… mmmm... yeesss,” Mary cooed softly, hips moving from the stimulation. She bit her lip, licking them, eyes fluttering from the pleasure. All the while, she keeps her eyes locked on Jimmy, watching his reaction, reading his interest, her body unconsciously responding to his cues, her moans deepening, her thighs spreading just a bit more, her head going back just a tiny bit further. It was a bit of a balancing act, walking a tightrope between dominating Katie and submitting to her brother Jimmy, but she was handling it somehow. And from the enthusiastic way the dark haired young man had begun stroking himself to hardness, she figured that she was definitely doing something right.

“Mmmm… fuuuccck, yes,” she groaned, hissing softly as Katie’s lips finally reached their destination, clamping down lightly on her clitty, and licking it slowly and deeply. “Mmmmm… so good, so good… come now, slut, give me more!” she ordered, smiling as she saw Master Jimmy nod ever so slightly. Still, it was a complete shock when Katie responded to her command in kind, as a soft pale glow began emitting from the beautiful blonde’s lips, as a rhythmic pulsing vibrating sensation began to stream forth from the devilish minx’ talented tongue. Mary’s eyes crossed and her toes curled, her arousal streaking to the peak in an instant. Jimmy let out a sigh of pleasure as well.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, reaching out, caressing Katie’s sweet supple ass, groping and squeezing it, causing her to coo and sigh. “Katie’s powers?” he continued. “That buzzing pulsing sensation? That wouldn’t normally work,” he added, giving Katie’s ass a light slap, causing her to moan, the muffles sound vibration adding to Mary’s pleasure. “Normally, Katie’s powers and my own nullify each other. The closer we are to each other, the weaker our powers become, and when we are close enough to touch, they fade out completely.” He chuckled softly. “But that’s no longer the case. Katie and I are resonating… we’re completely in sync, so instead of canceling each other our, our powers are actually stronger, and more potent.”

Mary could only moan in agreement. She had wondered about that briefly, as Lacie had mentioned something about their powers countering each other. But such concerns were beyond her now, swept up in the moment, wanting to draw things out and prolong the experience as much as possible. But Katie was simply too good, her tongue too talented, and within seconds she was shrieking and screaming out in pleasure as a brutal orgasm slammed into her. Far from done, however, Katie, the ever dutiful hypno-slut, simply redoubled her efforts, bringing Mary to a second explosive climax in record time, forcing her to push the blonde heroine away as she caught her breath.

“E-enough… slave… stop… stop… I need… a moment,” she said, panting heavily. “I… I said… stop,” she panted, having to forcibly push the girl away, her tongue still working, mindlessly licking the air in a frenzy. Jimmy merely shook his head.

“Don’t ask or tell her,” he encouraged her. “Command her. You are her Mistress… her supreme goddess in the flesh. She lives to serve you in any way you desire. If she fails to live up to your every expectation, punish her for it.” He smirked. “Trust me, she’ll thank you for it afterwards.”

“Mmmm, well, if you insist,” she laughed ruefully before turning to gaze at Katie. Saying nothing, she simply picked up the petite blonde submissive, planting her down on the bed next to her. Smirking devilishly, she straddled the younger girl, staring down at her. Suddenly, she slapped her hard, giving her left breast a stinging slap, making Katie squeal loudly in shock. “Naughty pet,” Mary chided her, slapping the other tit as well. “You disobeyed your Mistress. I told you to stop earlier, and you didn’t respond.” Reaching out, she grabbed the younger girl by the nipples, pulling and twisting the hard little nubs. “You need a lesson in proper discipline, Pet,” she told her, licking her lips. “And I’m a very good teacher.”

Indeed, Mary proved to be as good as her word, putting Katie through her paces. Similar to the way she’d played with her mother, Lacie, she gently but firmly dominated the youngster, dealing out alternating pain and pleasure, guiding her down the path to complete submission. For Katie, it was utter bliss. She had longed for such an experience from a knowing and loving hand for a while now. Sioban was her absolute Mistress and love of her life. She cherished her, and loved her with every fiber of her being. But for Bonnie, Katie was always her lover and partner first, and her submissive slave, second. She did occasionally dominate the submissive blonde, giving her a taste of the treatment Mary was providing her now… but such sessions were few and far between.

Sioban MacMillan was a wonderful lover, and a fantastic Mistress. And Katie loved their relationship immensely. But… there were a few things that she craved, the kind of harsh strict dominance that didn’t come naturally to the loving redhead. Hardly a dealbreaker by any means… but it made situations like tonight seem all the sweeter when Katie was allowed to indulge her true masochistic side.

“Aaaaah… aaaahhh… aaaaahh… yeeesss! Yesss!! Right there, yesss!!” Mary screeched, finishing loudly, riding the younger girl’s face hard, that talented tongue wedged up deep inside her as she ground into her. At the same time, she pinched Katie’s nipples hard, nearly bruising them, causing her to shudder in climax as well, both women cumming deep and hard in their pleasure. Sighing, sated for the moment, she slid off the sweat-soaked submissive, allowing her to collapse fully, moaning and sighing in contentment. “Mmmm… not bad, Pet,” she cooed, stroking the girl’s hair gently. “Not bad at all…”

“Not bad for both of you,” Jimmy commented, his voice rough and hoarse from arousal. Mary blinked, nearly starting, having been so caught up with Katie’s she’d momentarily forgotten he was there! He handed her a glass of whiskey on the rocks, which she swallowed gratefully, only to gasp, and cough slightly. Jimmy merely chuckled. “Forgot about the pill I gave you earlier, eh?” he commented, as she shook her head, the potent alcohol hitting her system harder than expected. “Trust me, you’ll want to sip, not guzzle.”

Drinking deeply, himself, he stood up, walking over to peer down at his sister, who was dozing lightly, having passed out from exhaustion. “Thank you, Mary. She’s been really needing that to unwind for a while now,” he said gently. “It’s been a stressful couple of weeks for all of us, and we all blow off steam in different ways. But, well… as I said, she really needed this.”

“I can understand that,” Mary nodded. Her own situation had been shaken up recently, her normal routine life pretty much turned on its head. In less than a week, she’d gone from being simple support staff for the Auburnville HeroGuild’s headquarters, working alongside her three children… to being free and independent, reunited with both Lacie, Jamie, and her sister Val, and meeting their friends and family. For so long, it seemed that her life’s path had been determined and dictated by her Owner, her Master, Vincent Parnell. Even after his passing, she’d continued to live mostly as the slave her had programmed her to be, still going through the motions, performing the tasks he had assigned her.

Indeed, if Lacie had not come to visit her, and encouraged her to leave the base, to meet with and reconnect with Jamie, she might have never taken that first step, simply remaining locked into her old life. Being free this way, being able to come and go as she pleased, beholden to no one but herself… it was equal parts exciting and terrifying. While a large part of her relished her newfound freedom, the greater part of her, the part that identified as Mary Makepeace, still felt the need for dominance, for someone to command her, guide her, and give her life structure and purpose.

So yes, she very much identified with her ‘granddaughter’ Katie, her wants and desires. She understood that need very well. It was a need that she herself carried very deeply.

Thankfully, her grandson, Jimmy, was attuned to her needs. Glancing up as he stepped closer to her, she stared back as he looked deep into her eyes, as if searching for something. Then, nodding to himself, he smirked, and leaned forward, grabbed her around the waist and kissed her deeply. Mary sighed in response, melting a little, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. “Now it’s your turn,” he said darkly, breaking the kiss, brushing back a lock of long blonde hair from her face. “I know what you need, Mary, and I intend to give it to you. But I need you to trust me completely.” He gestured with his hand, creating a glowing orb of eerie midnight black. “Do you trust me?”

Mary hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Yes, I do. I trust you,” she murmured softly.

With that, Jimmy gestured again. Mary gasped in surprise as the orb suddenly flew towards her, striking her in the forehead. Her eyes widened as it was absorbed directly into her head, turning her eyes a solid black as her thoughts froze, skidding to a sudden stop. There now. Just relax, Jimmy’s voice sounded in her mind. Just relax for me, Mary… relax and submit to my voice. To my words. A soft sigh escaped her lips, obeying, letting herself relax in body and mind.

She recognized the feeling, the sensation. She was being hypnotized. The thought itself might have been slightly concerning, had her mind been awake and aware enough to process the information. As it was, the realization itself was frozen, stuck in limbo, completely disconnected to her train of thought. Of course, even if she had been aware, she trusted Lacie with her very life. And she trusted her kids just as deeply.

For his part, Jimmy was focused, perusing the inner workings of his grandmother’s mind through their link. There was so much of interest; most of her mind was soft, pliable, like clay, easily shaped or molded to any shape he might prefer, while other parts were solid, like rock or stone, immutable, serving as a framework that the other parts were bonded to. He knew, he realized, that he could easily alter them, even the immutable parts, though doing so would most certainly destroy her sense of self, her very identity.

Hmmm… possibly what Dr. Cyber already did years earlier, he mused grimly. I can almost feel the lingering taint of his touch left behind. Well, I have no intention of changing who or what Mary is… well, aside from a very temporary change of perspective. Nodding to himself, he began a bit of very careful, very specific alterations to her perceptions, then satisfied, withdrew his shadow link from her mind.

Mary blinked, then blinked again. She frowned slightly, her mind whirling briefly as her thoughts reshuffled back into coherence, and she recalled what was happening. Then her eyes alit on Jimmy, and her breath caught. “M-Master!” she exclaimed, a sudden heat welling up inside her. “How may this unworthy one serve you?” she asked, humbly lowering her head.

“You can begin by kneeling,” Jimmy stated, his tone gentle but firm, his expression calm and stoic. Mary dropped to her knees immediately, her head still bowed in submission, softly kissing her Master’s feet. Jimmy nodded, smiling. “Good girl,” he said gently, smirking as his slave slut shuddered, his words triggering a brief but potent spike in pleasure. “As I thought, that mouth of yours is quite talented. Now then, raise your head,” he murmured, shifting his stance, his hard-on jutting out before him. Let’s see just how talented you truly are.”

At her Master’s command, she began sucking him off. Jimmy stopped her briefly, chiding her. “No hands,” he ordered her, pressing her arms behind her back, a flick of shadow magic binding her wrists in place. “I want you to show me your skills,” he added, caressing her cheek idly, “and I mean all of your skills. You don’t need your hands to keep your balance, do you, my little Slut?”

Taking his words to heart, Mary redoubled her efforts, wanting, needing to prove herself to her Master. Using her powers, she let herself float, hovering off the ground to rise to the perfect position for the ultimate blowjob. Staring up into His eyes, she inhaled his cock, giving him the wettest, sloppiest hummer she could manage, hollowing out her cheeks, and letting her tongue dance around, bathing every inch of his shaft. Drawing back, she withdrew briefly, lightly sucking on his balls, giving them some serious attention before returning back to his cock, lovingly kissing and slurping on the head before again inhaling it fully. She began pumping him deeply, in and out, in and out, taking deep satisfaction each time he grunted and groaned from her ministrations.

Ohhhh yeeessss, she thought dreamily, thighs clenching and unclenching, shuddering in pleasure and need. Her Master’s pleasure was her pleasure. It had been so long since she had serviced her Master this way… right? A slight frown creased her lips as she thought back. That… seemed wrong somehow. That she hadn’t always belonged to her Master, Jimmy… as if there had been… someone before? A bad someone… but no, the thought refused to form, dissolving away, consumed by the pleasure of serving. She was a maid, a servant, a slave… Master’s fucktoy. His cocksleeve. His slut. Anything else… was simply unimportant.

“Oooooh, fuck… that is… mmmmm… so good,” Jimmy growled, gritting his teeth. In truth, Mary’s skills at fellatio were second to none. Add in her intense devotion to serving her Master, and the fact that she was a smoking hot, fucking sexy big breasted beauty… and he was hard pressed to maintain his composure. As it stood, he was mentally reviewing baseball statistics and listing the names of the state capitals in his head just to keep his arousal from spilling over, trying to prolong the experience. But when Mary played her trump card, taking him in deep, deep into her throat, and holding him there, he lost it completely. “Oooooohhhh fffffuuuucccckkk yeeeesss!” he hissed, tensing up as he came, hard.

Elated, Mary joined him in climax, cumming with her Master, her body shuddering from the pleasure. She’d pleased her Master! She’d made him cum! The satisfaction and knowledge of having fulfilled her purpose only made the sensation sweeter. Humming softly, she held him there, deeply, his orgasm causing him to fuck her throat, thrusting in even deeper. Not that she minded. The discomfort was nothing compared to the simple joy of her service to Him. Besides… it was a little known fact, but with her superhuman physiology she did not breathe, able to hold her breath easily for hours if necessary with no ill effects. Master’s slutty servant merely sat there, floating weightless, a warm human adornment for his wondrous cock.

Groaning, catching his breath, Jimmy finally pulled out, smirking at her. “Mmm… yes,” he murmured, softly caressing stroking her head. “You’re definitely a keeper.”

For the next hour, Jimmy used her, exploring the depths of her devotion and submission, putting Mary through her paces just as thoroughly as she’d run Katie through earlier. Speaking of which, Katie had awakened shortly after round two, and Jimmy, always eager to share the wealth, ended up fucking Mary from behind while she ate his sister’s pussy, and commanded her to tease and tickle Katie’s sensitive soles as she did so. The younger blonde’s squeals and moans of hysterical pleasure were joined moments later by Mary’s own, the older blonde experiencing Jimmy’s talented fingers tickling and stroking HER tender bare soles as he fucked her in tandem. Katie, having already run through the gauntlet earlier, soon passed out again, leaving Mary and Jimmy to finish up the hour on their own.

Round three ended with slave Mary pleasuring her Master with her massive plush tits, giving him the mother of all titjobs. Rounds four through seven were spent exploring the limits of their stamina and flexibility, in various positions, including pounding her upside down like a jackhammer, and face to face, pressing her back against the far wall hard enough to shatter the plaster and concrete beneath. Finally, for the finale, he simply brought her out of trance, and laid her down in bed. And acting with a finally recovered Katie, the twins made gentle love to her, kissing and nibbling and sucking from head to toe, prolonging her pleasure, bringing her slowly and gently to her peak.

“We love you, Mary,” Katie whispered softly, nibbling her earlobe as she caressed and stroked her left breast, the other hand idly working Mary’s wet needy pussy. “We love you so much.”

“We do,” Jimmy added, nibbling along her neck, teasing and tickling the diamond hard nipple of her right breast, his free hand working with Katie’s to stroke and caress Mary’s pussy. “We adore you. We love you. And we’re so happy to have you in our lives.”

“Ohhhh, oohhh, ohhhhh, Goddesss,” Mary groaned, her body writhing enticingly, her senses nearly overloaded. This was more than she’d imagined, more than she could have dreamed of. When the twins had first propositioned her, she’d expected sex, she’d expected a lot of fucking, that they would put her through her paces. But this? Such gentle loving kisses and caresses, and such heartfelt words. Tears were running down her cheeks, even as a beautiful smile nearly split her face. These two… they were her family. Her beloved treasured family. Despite having been apart, being separated from so long, having never so much as seen or held them growing up… yet they not only accepted her, they’d embraced her so deeply. Her heart had melted in the fierceness of their love. And that, more than anything, ignited her final climax. She cried out there, surrendering to them both, loving them with all her heart and mind and soul… and knowing they loved her just as deeply…

* * *

“So…”

Mary blinked, eyes fluttering opened, sitting up to find Katie Frasier, smiling grandly, her naked body rubbing idly against her own. “So, grandma? Did we do good?”

Chuckling softly, she leaned forward, kissing the young blonde gently. “Yes, Katie dear. You did good.” She sighed deeply. “But please--- for the last time, don’t call me grandma, okay?”

“Aww, but we like calling you that,” Jimmy chimed in, snuggling up against her from the other side, his bare chest against her breast. “How about we only call you that in private? When its just us?”

“Hmmm… let me think on it,” she answered, yawning. “Mmmm… better question for you. Should we all head back to our separate bedrooms, or just sleep here together this way for the night? I know Lacie and Val would probably flip their lids if they came home and caught us together like this,” she said, smirking at the thought. “But… on the other hand, this is REALLY comfy.”

Jimmy and Katie glanced at each other. “I’m willing to risk it,” Katie said.

“If you are,” Jimmy finished.

Giggling again, amused by their antics, she nodded, settling back in bed. “Then it’s decided. Let’s get some sleep, kids. We can deal with tomorrow when it happens. For now… I just want to bask in this feeling for as long as it lasts.”

* * *

This Morning, (back in) Mary’s Room

With the reason for her slave dream coming into focus as last night’s activities, not forgotten but merely compartmentalized, are pushed to the foreground of Mary’s mind, it is Val who seemed to reel from the memory. She staggered back with a groan.

Lacie put a hand on Val’s shoulder to steady her. “Are you okay?”

“I think our twin link just got reestablished,” Mary said, her voice a little shaky.

“Yeah,” Val confirmed. “I just got a brain dump of memories.”

While Jamie approached Mary to check on her, Julia did the same with Val. “How much did you get?” Julia asked.

“Everything,” Val groaned, “of the last two weeks.”

“Everything?” Lacie asked, feeling the blush moving over her ears then cheeks. Mary was blushing as well, but both she and Val were smirking at their step-daughter.

“Everything. Thank heavens it wasn’t the full three decades.”

“And in return,” Mary stated, “I got everything since she came out of stasis. Spain, the Moon, Auburnville-- Oh, poor Apogee!”

That got Julia’s attention. “Apogee?” She glared at Val. “What did you do my friend Mel?”

Before Val could, Mary answered, “It’s okay. Nothing permanent, she just rang her bell. I’m sure Shadowpath took care of her. Evelyn has really stepped up in the leadership role while Captain Lightning’s been working disaster relief.”

“Anyway,” Val smiled at Mary, “I think I have a better understanding of your situation. I’m sorry I jumped down your throat, Sis.”

Mary stood and hugged Val. “Apology accepted. Now,” she addressed everybody else, “Val needs to get dressed, and the sooner she does that, the sooner we all can hit the stores. Now shoo!”

As they filed out, Jamie asked, “You still want to go shopping?”

Mary nodded. “Val needs a wardrobe, and I haven’t had a shopping day in ages. And where better than Joiner Street, River City’s answer to Rodeo Drive?”

“Joiner Street is still a thing??” Val asked excitedly.

* * *

Joiner Street

In 1985, developer Jonathon Joiner began a project with the purpose of creating a shopping district in River City to rival Rodeo Drive in Los Angeles. He began buying up property along what was originally Cedar Road, near the warehouse district, which had fallen to urban blight. With the help of the city council, Joiner made the rechristened “Joiner Street” attractive to new retail and specialty shops moving into the area. It quickly became well-known as a shopping and tourist destination.

“This is really nice,” Jamie commented. “I notice there aren’t any cars, even though this end opens right onto the intersection.”

“Motor vehicles are only allowed to go five miles per hour,” Eva pointed to the nearby speed limit sign. “There are faster thoroughfares a couple blocks on either side. Easier to just go around.”

“Where are we heading first?” Lacie asked. The group consisted of her, Jamie, Eva, Val, Katie, Mary, and Julia. “Whatever you guys want, it’s my treat!”

“Val needs some clothes,” Mary replied. “So we thought we’d go see if Bev’s is still open.”

Val nodded. “You remember Bev’s, Lacie?”

“Of course I do,” Lacie laughed. “It may have been a couple decades since you guys were there, but for me and Katie, it was last month. “

Val shrugged. “It feels like it was last month for me, too.”

“Hey, Mom,” Katie said, “why don’t you take Grandma Val to Bev’s? Mary and I need shoes.”

“We do?” Mary asked. Katie nodded quickly, to which Mary said, “We do.”

Julia peered down the street, “I’m going to cruise the book stores, see if I can find something interesting.”

“There are three book shops on Joiner,” Eva supplied. “A used book store, a rare book dealer, and a retail chain. I can show you, if you like.”

“I would love the company,” Julia grinned.

“Come on, Sis,” Lacie hooked an arm on Val’s elbow, and motioned for Jamie to do the same. “You can help me decide what we’re gonna dress Mom in.” Jamie grinned as she and Lacie led Val away.

The group set off down the street, splintering off as they reached their destinations, unaware they were being observed from the diner across the way. The woman set down her coffee and swiveled in her seat to set her purse, with her tool kit, on her lap to check its contents. Satisfied with her inspection, she snapped the case shut and rose to do her own shopping.

* * *

The Cobble Stop, shoe store

“Clever name,” Mary noted. “Surprisingly big for a shoe store.”

“That’s because they not only sell,” Katie explained, “they also design and build custom footwear in-house.”

“We do, indeed,” a sharply-dressed man stated as he approached. “Welcome to the Cobble Stop. Miss Frasier, how good to see you again!”

“Hello, Kristofer,” Katie replied. “This is my…” she stopped herself from introducing Mary as her grandmother, as the two women both looked like they were in their 20s, despite this being only true for Katie, “… Mary. A close family friend. This is her first time here and I want you to work your magic, and build her a pair of shoes she’ll never want to take off.”

“I always do,” he agreed, then took a step back and regarded Mary’s feet. “I take it that is your preferred sole height?” he asked, noting the four-inch platforms.

“Pretty much,” she nodded.

“Very good. Let’s take those off and get you measured. Right this way.”

Once Mary’s feet were bare, Kristofer had her stand on a flexible mat that recorded the exact shape and size of her footprints. She then sat and he took finer measurements regarding foot height, toe length, and a number of other things on either foot, all the while Katie rubbed and massaged the one he wasn’t measuring at the moment. For his part, Kristofer affected as not to notice Katie’s ministrations, while Katie made sure not to interfere with his work.

Presently, Kristofer rose to his feet. “I’m going to start a file and put these into the database, then we can start on the design.” He handed Mary a tablet. “Have a look at some examples. Get some ideas. Miss Frasier,” he glanced with a smirk at her, still kneeling at Mary’s feet, “keep her feet warm. I’ll be right back.”

Mary wiggled her toes as she browsed the tablet. “You just brought me in here to play with my feet some more,” she remarked casually. “Not that I mind. You have a delicate touch.”

Katie had a sly grin. “Do you think Grandma Val would like this?”

“I don’t see how she couldn’t,” Mary replied, “but it may take some doing to get her to let go and enjoy it. We were a bit more straight-laced back in the day.”

“Well, you’ll just have to come along to help her relax.”

“I suppose I will,” Mary smiled. She noticed movement and looked to see a woman approaching from the area Kristofer retreated to.

“Good day, ladies,” the woman greeted them. “How has your Cobble Spot experience been so far?”

“Great!” Mary replied as a particularly interesting shoe design caught her eye on the tablet.

“Yeah,” she heard Katie agree. “Kristofer really... Hey, what’s- -”

sprtz

Mary lifted her gaze just as the woman squeezed the bulb of what looked like a perfume atomizer, the spray hitting her face with another sprtz.

“There is no cause for concern,” the woman quickly explained. She then continued in a casual tone, “It was completely harmless, and you can think of no reason to object to getting spritzed. In fact, you are both so certain, you are going to allow me to spritz you once more and inhale it deeply just to prove it has no effect on you.”

Mary watched the woman do just that to Katie, who pulled the mist into her nose and mouth with ease, then turn the tiny nozzle on her and do the same, which she sucked in without issue. She and Katie then just gazed placidly at the woman, not a thought in their heads except the certainty that they were completely unaffected by what she had just spritzed them with.

The woman addressed Katie, “It looks like you really want to worship your friend’s feet. Go ahead. Really throw yourself into it. Make it the entire focus of your existence for the next little while, but still able to hear my voice. And you,” she turned to Mary, “focus your entire being into experiencing and enjoying having your feet worshiped, but still able to hear my voice.”

She spent a few minutes marveling at the gusto with which Katie devoted herself to Mary’s feet, massaging and licking and sucking and kissing, as Mary reclined in her seat, squirming a little, eyes closed, reveling in the attention. “Good, good. Now, you just keep concentrating on that while I ask some questions. These are important questions and it’s important to answer honestly. But don’t worry, these questions will be held in the deepest of confidence, so deep you won’t remember the answers you give or even the questions I’ve asked…”

* * *

Haiberd’s Rare Books

“So you’re sure it’s here?” Julia asked as she scanned the spines of books lining the shelves of the store’s basement level. When the two of them came down here, it was because the proprietor directed them there, to the “deep stacks” as she called them, when Julia asked where to find early science fiction books, an interest it turned out Eva shared.

“No, I’m not,” Eva admitted from the next aisle over. When they reached the bottom of the steps, she suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu. It took her several minutes while they browsed the shelves before the memory surfaced: during a session with one of her patients, she got a strong flash of a visual memory. She wasn’t attempting to probe, the errant thought was picked up at random, as occasionally happens with the psychic. The visual memory was of moving through these stacks and catching sight of one book, with the adjoining thought, “Oh, an author I recognize.” This would have been quickly forgotten as an inconsequential data point if it were not for the name of the author: Ian Fleming.

A couple years ago, before the Bimbo Virus event, this would not have had any special significance to Eva. But since then, Eugene Frasier has become something very special to her. While normally she was accustomed to taking on the dominant role during sex (as well as exclusively preferring female partners), the Bimbo Virus uncovered submissive feelings in Eva for her best friend Lacie’s husband. With Lacie’s support and encouragement, Eva became a part of the Frasier family, with Gene taking the role of Eva’s Owner, Lord, and Master. The three have been in a happy, stable relationship for several years. But as Gene’s slave, she has become very attentive to his whims and interests. And Eugene Frasier is a HUGE James Bond fan, so much so Eva has started reading, and become mildly obsessed with, the works of Ian Fleming.

The memory fragment didn’t include the title of the book it belonged to, but now Eva was wondering if the book hiding in this store might be some hidden treasure, an annotated or first edition. She was determined to find it, and enlisted Julia in the search. Julia agreed, mainly because it was an interesting diversion. But they had been searching for close to an hour, and Julia could tell Eva was beginning to get frustrated.

Another customer wandered up to Julia and observed in a low voice, “You two look like women on a mission.”

Julia smiled back. “My friend heard from a friend of a friend that a book she wanted was down here.” Not precisely the truth, but close enough to cover things. “What about you? Just browsing, or…?”

“I heard this place has an Occult section, and Ms. Haiberd said it was in a small separate room down here,” she replied.

“Really?” This piqued Julia’s interest. A rare book store with a room dedicated to the Occult would almost certainly have something worthy of her attention. “Do you mind if I come with?”

“What about your friend?”

“Hey, Eva,” she called out, “I just found out there’s an Occult section. You good?”

“Yeah,” came the response, “I’ll keep looking. Don’t summon any demons,” she said with a bit of humor.

As they walked, the woman leading said, “I’m Rehanna, by the way.”

“Julia,” Julia replied. “Nice to meet you.”

* * *

Eva was sure that somewhere the ghost of Ian Fleming was laughing at her.

She had searched through the Espionage & Thriller, Mystery/Suspence, Action & Adventure even General and Historical Fiction sections, with no success. She was just about to give it up as a lost cause when a stranger approached her, with a book in hand. “Eva?” the woman asked.

“Yes. Do I know you?” She didn’t look familiar.

She shook her head. “Julia mentioned you were looking for a book. I found this one over in the Children’s section,” she held out the tome.

Eva took the volume, expecting some sort of prank, until she read the author: Ian Fleming. Her jaw dropped, gobsmacked. “Son of a...”

sprtz

“You are not bothered by being spritzed,” Rehanna intoned calmly. “You are just happy to have found the book you were looking for. There is nothing to worry about. You are just relaxed, and blank…” She watched Eva’s serene expression for a couple seconds, then reached into her tool kit.

“Let’s see… The Frasier girl said you’re a telepath… A-ha, here we go!” She pulled a pair of earbuds and placed them in Eva’s ears…

* * *

Bev’s Clothing Boutique

You couldn’t just keep your mouth shut, could you? Jamie admonished herself. She, Lacie, and Val had spent the last three hours building Val’s new wardrobe. They had started at Bev’s, then gone to three other clothing stores on Joiner, before coming back here. She liked spending time with them, but she did not have the shopping bug. They were just passing Bev’s on their way to meet the others, not even planning on entering, when Jamie made her terrible, terrible mistake.

“Oh, that’s kind of cute,” she said idly about an outfit in the window. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as Lacie and Val got wolfish grins. “Wait,” she began as the other two each took an arm, “wait wait waitwaitwait,” and pulled her into the store. Now she was in a dressing room staring at three outfits.

“What’s taking so long, slowpoke?” she heard Val’s voice.

“I’m trying to decide which to try on first,” she called in reply.

“Yeah, but what’s taking so long?” she heard Lacie in turn.

“This is supposed to be a nice, normal shopping day. So I’m gonna take a nice, normal amount of time deciding. In other words, don’t rush me.” They made her come in here, so she was going to make sure it took as long for them as it did for her.

Finally, she announced, “I’m going to try the dark blue one.” She was mildly surprised she didn’t hear one of them say, “Less talk, more dress,” or something. She shrugged, assuming they were busy whispering between themselves and didn’t catch her statement.

She finished dressing and checked herself in the mirror. She had to admit, it did look good on her. Both her mother and her big sister had very good taste.

She took a breath, suddenly nervous to be modeling for them, even knowing full well they wouldn’t say anything negative. “Ready or not,” she called out, “here I come,” and stepped through the curtain.

sprtz

* * *

Jamie blinked.

Then blinked again.

Now, what happened, she mused. She looked to her right. The world was at a standstill. Why the hell did I release my slowdown?? She looked to the left, and nearly jumped out of her skin! Right there, practically in her personal space, was the woman with the perfume atomizer, pointing it at her face.

She leaned slightly away from her, regarding her in detail. She noticed the woman was still squeezing the bulb at the back of the sprayer. But the cloud of mist that such a sprayer would project was not there, or rather, was there but lower and partly dissipated. Jamie estimated it had been sprayed about a second ago, two at the outside. Given the speed differential between her frame and the normal world, and assuming she released the slowdown as soon as whatever that stuff was whammied her, she would have been standing there for a subjective time of anywhere from one to four hours. She was affected by it, and had gone into a trance, but without any instructions to follow, she just stood there, blank, until the drug wore off.

The changing rooms were arranged to open into a viewing area that had chairs, in which Val and Lacie sat. Jamie noticed they seemed to be staring off into the middle distance, expressions blank. She was reasonably sure the two would normally have reacted to a woman standing outside her booth with a spray bottle primed to spritz.

Okay, she considered, she got Lacie and Val before me. But why? And how many other people has she done this to? Then it occurred to her that little Miss Spritz hadn’t had time to realize she’d already shaken off the effect. That could be useful, as well as the fact that she was currently mid-blink, allowing Jamie time to move a bit before initiating a new slowdown.

Jamie stepped around behind the strange woman and stepped in close to whisper in her ear. The closeness caused the accelerated time field that surrounded her body to partially interact with the stranger’s brain, allowing statements and suggestions Jamie says to embed in the listener’s mind while bypassing her judgment center. “You are certain this one has been completely affected,” Jamie stated. “There is no reason to use it on her a second time. Any unexpected questions from her are just your imagination, which you will answer as personal exposition, just talking to yourself to answer the imaginary questions. You won’t even realize you’re doing it.”

Jamie moved back to where she was, put a blank look on her face, and initiated a new slowdown.

“—ere is no cause for alarm,” the woman was saying as Jamie returned to the normal time frame. “There is no reason to object to the spritz. You are calm. And relaxed. And ready to do what you are told.”

“...Do what I’m told…” Jamie repeated, trying to sound hypnotized.

“Excellent,” she nodded. “What’s your name?”

“Jamie,” Jamie replied. Then, to test if her own commands had set in, asked, “What’s yours?”

“Rehanna,” she answered. “Now follow me, Jamie,” and walked past Lacie and Val, telling them to follow as well.

They left the store, and Jamie felt a twinge of guilt walking out in clothes she hadn’t paid for, but she assumed she would fix that once she got to the bottom of this. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Standard catch and release,” Rehanna answered as she led them between stores to a parking lot on the next street where a semi truck with unmarked trailer sat. “My employer wants me to get some scans of people with superpowers to see if they can be replicated in the bioroid template he’s creating. So I’m using biotransfiguration tech my employer provided to translate the subjects into bioroids, document their power template in that form, then restore them to human.”

Jamie let the implications of that go for the moment. “How did you know we were supers?”

“I didn’t, but it’s River City. You can’t swing a cat without a super swooping in to save it. Your group seemed to be good candidates: four big-titted blondes, two platnum blondes, even you. You might not be slender or blonde, but you’re still hot. Then I just verified when I spritzed your friend Miss Frasier.” She climbed the temporary steps to the door at the side of the trailer, leading the three in.

As Jamie stepped in, the sight before her caused her to immediately drop her slowdown, both from shock and to allow her to freak out without Rehanna witnessing it. Before she could take in the rest of the room, she saw a work table and couldn’t immediately focus on anything else. Mary was there, standing by the table.

At least, her legs and hips were. The rest of her, waist and above, was laying on the table.

There was no viscera, no blood. Jamie would have thought it was a lifelike mannequin that had been taken apart, except for Rehanna’s words echoing in her head: She would convert them, do her tests, then change them back…

That’s if the process worked in reverse, and that felt like a BIG “if”. She resumed her slowdown and asked, “Is she the first one you’ve done this to?” gesturing toward Mary.

“No, I’ve already processed Dr. Snow, Dr. Angel, and Miss Frasier,” she replied, indicating the three women standing off to the side, still apparently artificial and either entranced or “off”.

Jamie still had a bunch of questions, but her first priority was saving Mary. She couldn’t let her stay like that. She dropped the slowdown again and placed a suggestion in Rihanna’s head: “You need to release them all immediately. Reassemble Mary and make them all human again. Then let them go.”

In the normal time flow, Jamie saw Rehanna urgently tap a few controls, causing waldoes to extend from the table and ceiling and put Mary back together. As that was going on, she reached into a drawer split into two sections, one marked “Bioroid” and the other marked “Biological”, and grabbed several cartridges from the “Biological” side. She placed one on each of Katie’s, Eva’s, and Julia’s foreheads. An odd ripple seemed to radiate from each cartridges, spreading over their bodies from head to toe, converting them back to human. (Jamie took the superspeed opportunity while this was going on to procure a couple sample bags and acquire some cartridges from each section.) Once Mary was whole again, Rehanna repeated the process with her.

Completely forgetting that she was supposed to be entranced, Jamie rushed over and checked Mary to be sure she was okay, then hugged her.

Not watching Rehanna, Jamie didn’t see her tap another control, which was followed by a flash of light…

* * *

Jamie remembered the flash as if she were watching a recording. They were bathed in an odd light, and Rehanna instructed them to return to Joiner Street, then wake up with no memory of being tranced and to not notice missing time. Then walking back.

* * *

Frasier Home, Eugene’s Lab

Mary lay on one examination table, Val on another, Eugene stood between them, adjusting scanning equipment. He regarded Jamie, standing off to the side. “And yer sure this one,” he indicated Val, “was not transformed?”

“Positive,” she replied.

“Excellent. It gives me a baseline from which we can identify any anomalies to detect the exact signature for the effect.”

“Are you sure there aren’t any side effects?” Lacie asked.

“There don’t appear to be,” he replied, loading the readings into a handheld scanner. He then scanned the other women. Pointing at Eva, Julia, and Katie in turn, he nodded. “And this verifies it: all three of you have the same anomalous readings.” All three were stunned.

Katie blinked. “So, I was turned into a robot, taken apart, put back together, and then turned back to human again?”

“It seems so, Sweetheart, if what your aunt says is accurate.”

“It is,” Jamie confirmed. “She used the darker cartridges,” she indicated the items she had pilfered, sitting on a side table, “to restore your humanity. She tossed the ones she used on you guys in a trash bin after, so I think they’re single-use items. I grabbed some of the lighter-colored ones as well because I think those are what she used to convert you in the first place.”

Eugene then scanned Jamie and Lacie. “As expected, neither of you have the signature.” He tapped on a console, plugging the scanner into a data port. “I’m cataloging this in the database for future refer… Huh. That’s… unexpected.”

“Gene?” Lacie asked. “What is it?”

“The signature is already in the database, but just as a set of anomalous readings, with no context as to the cause.”

Eva stepped forward. “You mean you scanned someone else who had been transformed?”

Eugene nodded, “And more than a quarter century ago, too.”

“Who?” Lacie asked.

Eugene met her eyes. “You.”

“Me?! I thought you just said I was clear!”

“You are.” he brought up a graph on the computer. “Look. According to this, you bore that signature for about two years before Vurdra spirited you away to the Goddess Realm the first time. When you came back, it was gone.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Lacie asked.

“Like what?” he replied. “I dinna ken what it meant, and it dinna seem to have an effect on you, with or without it.”

“So someone’s been around for years with this technology,” Jamie said, “and has apparently hired Ms. Spritz to use it for, what? Research purposes?”

“And been cataloging powers this whole time,” Julia added, “a catalog which now includes Omega Girl, me, Luminaire, and Radiant.”

“Could this,” Eugene speculated, “be how Duncan got hold of the template of your powers that he duplicated?”

“That’s a chilling thought,” Katie said.

“It’s a thought for another time,” Val interrupted. “I’m starving. Let’s go get food.”

“In other news,” Lacie told Eugene, “I believe Eva has something to share with you. The rest of us can head out and give you some privacy.”

Eugene watched his wife usher the other ladies out of the lab, an indulgent smirk on her face, leaving him alone with an obviously giddy Eva.

“Master,” she began, “your slave has uncovered a treasure she would like you to have.”

“Oh? And what has my slave brought me?”

“My sources informed me of an Ian Fleming book at Haiberd’s. With, as it turns out, some help from our spritzing abductor, I found what turned out to be a first edition.” She held the book, wrapped in the bag, out to him.

He took it, slightly puzzled. “What is it?”

“See for yourself.”

He pulled the book from the bag, read the title, and laughed.

Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang

“Ach, Evangeline.” He pulled her into a soul searing kiss. “Good girl.”

End Part Three