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G.S.P.

Chapter 6

Serving as a Sex Slave

"Have you forgotten who I am!" the person on the computer screen shouted. The assembled G.S.P members around the table found it best to remain silent and try to leave the talking to their superiors.

"Of course not Congressman Winthers," agent Anderson replied.

"Then how come that you have not located my missing daughter Carol?" Winthers inquired.

"I was just on the way to ask Eagle to give you an update," Anderson responded weakly. Eagle did not seem to enjoy himself as he stood up to talk.

"I can assure you that G.S.P. is taking the matter very seriously," Eagle said. "Our investigation has shown that your daughter after she left home found a trucker that gave her lift northward. She doesn't seem to have any particular direction in mind, but just wanted to leave the city. They parted company after about 6 hours on a small diner along Interstate 87, close to Adirondack Park. Mindeye visited the diner a couple of days ago, but could not verify more than that she left by foot. The personal thought Carol to be young to be on her own, but did not realize she was a runaway. They directed her to seek employment at a nearby motel, but Carol never arrived there."

"This was reported to me two days ago, where is my daughter!" Congressman Winther spat.

"If you allow me to proceed," Eagle said. "Like our report mentions heavy rains prevented us from using our team member Fang to track your daughter. Instead we have been using our air transport to scout the neighborhood and we can with confidence say that after covering 80% of the area we have found no traces of alien presence or technology."

"Are you saying that you have not made any progress at all?" Congressman Winther asked in a very cold tone.

"I agree you could put it like that, but there is very little clues to work with here. Our team is considering the task to find your daughter to be a top priority, but to find out what vehicle that picked your daughter up is not simple," Eagle responded.

"Damn it, you are superheroes!" Winthers screamed. "Looking at what your salaries cost you should be able to solve this. Find my daughter or be ready to find your funding going to that super hero Cyclone that is setting up a new superhero team."

Eagle licked his dry lips looking over at agent Anderson who avoided his gaze. Before he managed to decide what to say the transmission ended and the whole group relaxed visibly.

"Good work there Eagle," agent Anderson said as he took his usual position at the center of the room.

"If this was good, how would a bad meeting have proceeded?" Firefly mumbled.

"Worst case scenario would have been that he declared his intent to publicly hire other superheroes since he found your team to be lacking, now he just threatened with it," agent Anderson said. "Fortunately he does not as single Congressman have any authority to remove our funding, but if we don't make progress soon he will go public and it will be bad for the teams reputation."

"Would this hero Cyclone with his soon to be superhero team have any chance to find the missing girl?" Eagle asked.

"We do have a good data on Cyclone since he unsuccessfully tried to apply for the G.S.P. team," Anderson told. "His cyclone power allows him to create whirlwinds that scatter crowds and similar, but he was rejected for G.S.P. service since our analysis indicated his whirlwinds might be too weak to move alien attackers with their heavy exoskeletons. Neither this power or the powers of his so far two comrades Hyper and Entrope would be useful to find the girl."

Thundercloud whistled as he heard the names. "Entrope is a legendary European hero, more than 30 years since he started his career in Great Britain. His power allows him to absorb incoming energy, including actual blunt violence, and hurl it back at the attacker. His only known weakness is that he can only send out power gained from one power source at a time so multiple attackers can overload his power. Yet knowledge about this has not allowed any super villain to get an upper hand."

"Entrope indeed has legendary powers but we don't really know how much fact and how much that is myth since he never applied for the G.S.P." agent Anderson said. "On the other hand, I seriously doubt his power would aid in finding a missing girl."

"Does it really matter if they would succeed or not?" Firefly asked and the others looked at her confused. "You all seem to assume that the press plays some kind of fair game. Reality is not like that, the press will jump at the chance to tell the story about the brave superheroes that despite them not being paid saves the day when the paid heroes fail. The press will not ruin such a story just because Cyclone and his gang fails to find the missing girl. Cyclone will blame the failure on us since we took too much time without making progress and the press will not mind passing us the blame."

"She has a good point there," agent Anderson commented. "Failure is simply not an option, so please give me options about how to proceed."

A very embarrassing silence filled the room.

"We could use the air transport to scan the last part of the neighborhood," Thundercloud finally suggested.

"Of course we should do that, but from my point of view there is no objective reason to think she was taken by the aliens," Eagle responded.

"Indeed," Mindeye said. "The way she disappeared and the fact that there has been similar disappearances in the area during the last five years hint at this being the work of a rogue psionic."

Jennifer sat silent unsure about how to contribute to the discussion when the demon caught Jennifer's attention.

"What is the problem really. When hunting you provide a bait and then you start to hunt," the demon suggested.

"There is some ethical issues with having someone act as bait. Suppose the person have its mind stolen by the psionic. Heroes are not supposed to put people at risk like that," Jennifer responded.

"That is easy to fix. Let us be the bait and the psionic is out of luck," the demon thought.

"Only teenagers have been taken, we are much too old," Jennifer thought back.

"No problem, I can make us look younger, in fact I can make our body appear as any age we desire," the demon responded.

"That puts things in a different perspective," Jennifer thought.

"I have a suggestion," Jennifer said. "What if I use my powers to look like I am 17 years old and act as bait to lure the kidnapper out in the open?"

"You can make yourself younger?" Thundercloud asked. Jennifer nodded.

"The idea has merit, but we must not neglect to consider the risk that you are brainwashed by the psionic," Eagle said.

"There is no risk really. The psionic will not be able to touch my mind," Jennifer replied.

"I do agree with Eagle," agent Anderson said. "When we accepted you into the team we did at your request not test your resistance against psionic attacks. A situation where you are on your own without Mindeye being close to protect you and having no protective gear is something completely different."

"Indeed," Eagle said. "Looking at your powers and your intended role in the team there is no great risk if your psionic defenses are not as strong as you think, but acting like bait is very different."

"What kind of idiot is he? If we were taken over we could take out the whole team except maybe Thundercloud before they had the chance to react," the demon thought. Jennifer struggled to keep the demon's contempt hidden.

"Mindeye, can you evaluate the risk Blade would expose herself to?" agent Anderson asked.

"The clauses in her contract forbid me to try her defenses. I can not assert if her judgment about her defenses is accurate. A simple test to verify her defenses would only take a few moments," Mindeye answered.

"Damn it, he knows he can not touch our mind, but if he is allowed to make an official try he can reveal his worries about us being sent to infiltrate the team," Jennifer thought. The demon was busy graphically considering very bloody ways to torture the psionic.

"No, I will not allow such!" Jennifer stated firmly.

"Please Jennifer, what if you are wrong?" Fang asked. The rest of the team and agent Anderson stared at Jennifer waiting for her response.

"I am not wrong," Jennifer said. "My mental defenses exceed everything you could demand, but for personal reasons I don't want anyone trying to read my mind. I don't like how it feels when I invoke that power."

"Would not the rouge psionic try to read your mind?" Firefly asked.

"I can allow that discomfort to happen since it is to save a young girl. It is very different to accepting the discomfort for no real gain at all," Jennifer said.

"It is really all about trust," Eagle said.

"I have a solution," Thundercloud said. "What if we use the testing equipment the feds use when they want to test new recruits?"

"That equipment only tests low class psionic attacks," agent Anderson responded deep in thought.

"Easy enough to deal with," Firefly said. "Just turn of all the safety measures and run the device at maximum power. If Blade is correct she will resist such attack without problem, and if she is wrong, she is better off recovering from the resulting injury here than out in the field."

"What do you think Mindeye?" agent Anderson asked.

"Without safety, the equipment will deliver the equivalent of a class 12 attack. Not really conclusive, but about 60% of all psionics is level 12 or lower. Failure to resist the attack will of course lead to massive mental trauma," Mindeye responded.

"My kind of demon is bred to be untouchable to mental domination. I have successfully resisted a cabal of demons that launched a class 680 attack," the demon noted.

"Considering how desperately we need to find the girl I find this to be an acceptable risk," agent Anderson said.

"Wait, I am team leader," Eagle objected. "I have not agreed to put a newbie like Jennifer in such danger."

"Eagle, we take that discussion in my office," agent Anderson ordered. "Blade make yourself look younger and take the mental test. I also need you to figure out a way to have a hidden transmitter so we can find you in case trouble happens."

Eagle and agent Anderson departed from the room. Jennifer gave the remaining team member a weak smile as she tried to decide what to say.

"A transmitter would alert a high tech kidnapper of something being fishy, right?" she finally asked. "Can't you instead track me from the air visually?"

"Anderson is pretty pissed off after Eagle's objections. I don't think it is wise to not follow his orders to the letter," Thundercloud said.

Firefly went over to a locker and fetched a large suitcase. Inside there was a massive number of hidden transmitters looking like different ordinary items.

"That large one, is it waterproof?" Jennifer asked and pointed to a three inch one that seemed to be intended to be attached at the bottom of boats.

"It sure is, but I don't think you can hide that one easily," Firefly said.

"Watch," Jennifer said and summoned her magic blade to cut a hole in her stomach. She pushed the transmitter inside and the demon closed the wound.

"Your healing is bloody amazing," Thundercloud said. "On the other hand, the transmitter will not work inside you. Your body approximates a metal plane pretty well, and thus no electrical transmission will escape."

The other team members started back at him trying to interpret what he just said.

"It is just basic engineering. Applying Maxwels equations on a body that is filled with fluids that is able to transmit electrical energy, the electrical antenna is inside something that approximates a Faraday cage," Thundercloud said. He had even less success with that explanation than the first one.

"Whatever," Jennifer said. "Just forget how I hid the transmitter and nobody will blame you. It is not like Anderson explicitly told me to have the transmitter in use the whole time. I expose the transmitter if the situation turns ugly."

"It is your head that is in danger," Mindeye said and shrugged his shoulders. None of the others objected.

"You really do smell and look younger," Fang commented.

Jennifer looked down at her body, her breasts were getting smaller and she was turning more skinny.

"We also need to drop a big part of our muscle mass to make it look convincing. Better keep in mind that we will be weaker," the demon noted.

"Just following orders," Jennifer said. "Where is that test equipment?"

* * *

Firefly relaxed in her bathrobe in one of the living rooms of the G.S.P. base when Thundercloud entered. The large male hero had his superhero costume on and Firefly gave him a curious glance.

"There has been no alert to put on the costumes. I just felt better to be ready in case we have to make a fast rescue of Blade," Thundercloud explained.

"I know the feeling," Firefly said. "I hope she knows what she is doing. The management must be really desperate about this attempt since they ordered us to not follow her from the air to not alert the kidnapper. On the other hand they had perhaps not understood that her hidden transmitter was not working when they ordered us to return to base."

Looking towards the muted television they suddenly saw the hero Cyclone appear. Both heroes went silent and Firefly scrambled to find the remote and raise the volume.

"This is Eyewithness News on channel seven for WABC," the speaker on the television said. "We are today reporting from the press conference called by the famous superhero Cyclone."

The broadcast changed to show Cyclone standing at the stairs to the City Hall in lower Manhattan. Behind him a group of other superheroes could be seen.

"The older man is Entrope, the young blond is Hyper. I have no idea who the female with black hair is, but I think the japanse woman in the battle suit is called Mech," Thundercloud said.

"Be silent," Firefly urged him.

"We have gathered here today to present our services to the mayor of New York city. I am Cyclone and behind me are the heroes that answered my request for noble heroes that can save New York when the paid mercenaries of the G.S.P. fail to do the task. This is Entrope, Bio, Hyper and Mech, together we are the Knighthood. A knighthood dedicated to providing peace to the citizens of New York."

"Is it true that you do this work for free?" a reporter shouted somewhere from the background.

"We are superheroes that does not work for hire, but use our powers for the common good," Cyclone replied. "On the other hand we would of course have great use of the gear the government has provided for the G.S.P. to cover their inability of providing safety for the people of New York. We will make inquiries to the government about getting an air transport of our own."

"Isn't it true that Bio has left Italy after accusations of poisoning political enemies of the Berlusconi government. Isn't it likewise true that six countries in the United Nations have demanded that Mech appears to answer questions about hurting civilians. Aren't you afraid of your new superhero group will get tarnished by including such superheroes?"

"Bio left Italy well before enemies of her started to spread lies about her. Speaking of Mech I have total faith in her judgment and mastery of the battle suit that repeatedly has been used to hunt down terrorists that aim to harm the United States of America and other countries," Cyclone answered.

The broadcast switched to show city officials that stated their confidence in the G.S.P.s ability to protect the city, but that they welcomed more superheroes being present to protect the city. The transmission ended and Firefly and Thundercloud looked at each other.

"At least Cyclone seems to have recruited some more shady heroes, that will work to our advantage," Thundercloud said.

"Yea, provided that Blade can find the missing girl. It is just a matter of time before Congressman Winthers recruits Cyclone to find his daughter," Firefly responded.

"Damn it," Thundercloud growled. "She could already have gotten into trouble."

Firefly glanced at him and then stepped close to provide a comforting hug. Due to their difference in length she placed her arms around his breast cage, not that he seemed to notice. She always felt small when she stood close to the tall hero,

"I think she will be okay. She did resist the psionical attack from the test equipment, didn't she?" Firefly said.

"Sorry," the large hero said as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It is just that this situation reminds me so much about what happened to my wife. She also told me to not worry and that ended in tragedy."

Firefly froze when she heard his words and distanced herself enough to give him a curious glance.

"You have been fucking me like a bunny even though you are married?" she asked. This made him really look at her where she stood close to him with her arms around him. The bathrobe had parted slightly and revealed a generous view of Firefly's cleavage. She could see him looking there.

"That tragedy happened many years ago. There is a limit to how long anyone can mourn, I don't consider myself to be unfaithful even though I promised my wife to be faithful way back when we married," he said.

"I never knew you were married," Firefly commented.

"It was years before you become a superhero. I prefer to not speak about it," Thundercloud said.

"I understand," she said. "Why don't you try to relax. There is nothing you can do for the moment."



She felt his stiffness pressed against her. Smiling she slowly rubbed her body to it. Her loins tingled as she thought about him without clothes.

"Why is there nothing to do?" he complained. "This waiting is driving me nuts."

"With you going on worrying like this about Blade you could make a careless listener think you have a crush on her. You fucked her like what? One time, compared to the dozens of times we have fucked. She can't be that good in bed, can she?" Firefly teased as she clung to him making her bathrobe part a small bit more to reveal more of her breasts.

She felt his cock twitch with excitement, but the look she saw in his eyes was different. He had really hesitated as he heard her teasing.

"She is a new heroine, only natural to worry that she might be in trouble," he objected.

"He really has a crush on her," Firefly realized as she heard him. It felt really weird as they stood half between foreplay and a discussion about him liking somebody else.

"You consider her to be girlfriend material, don't you?" she asked him. He scowled at her words.

"So what if I do?" he asked. "You have made perfectly clear you don't want a real boyfriend on the team, haven't you?"

She blushed at his words. The management might have asked her to avoid pairing with any of the team members to keep the conflicts low, but mostly it was her own decision to fuck with them but not date any of them.

"Or is it really my decision?" she wondered as her worries about Mindeye messing with her mind filled her for who knows what many times.

"Yea, I don't want any of you to be my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean my pride can not be hurt if you prefer Blade to me," Firefly said and moved apart from him, the mood was ruined.

"Firefly, you should trust in your sex appeal!" he urged her. "Not everyone match enough to be a couple, but that is not the end of things. Think about all the guys who have desired you so far, they can't all be mistaken can they?"

She trembled in anger at his words and whirled around to face him. "Oh great! I shall feel good about the press endless speculations about my sexuality and how many male and female heroes that must have nailed sexy me! What about if I would like someone to love me as Sarah and not sexy Firefly that nobody cares about except they want to bang me hard?

He shrugged at her words. "The press always goes after celebrities. I did not speak about them, but about you as Sarah."

"Did you know I was a virgin when I joined the team!" Firefly spat to him as she ripped her bathrobe open to reveal her nude body. Dramatically she threw the bathrobe at him. "You did never thought to ask, did you? This nude body have you seen how many times when we fucked? Have you ever seen me? How are you different besides that you by contract get to screw me twice every week?"

She had his full attention as he stared at her slim legs, slim waist, the red curls around her pussy and her generous breasts. If possible he was even more stiff than before, his costume bulging from his hard member. He composed himself and turned his gaze to her face, seeing the naked hurt in her eyes he blushed, but he supposed this was hidden by his superhero mask.

"You are right," he finally said. "I am the same. I see you as team comrade, but beyond that I just want to screw you even though it is Blade who is the one that makes me think about words like love."

"Why did I throw the bathrobe away? Can't leave the room without it and how can I pick it up with any dignity left," she thought.

"Sorry if I hurt you," he mumbled. "I thought you deserved the truth. I might want to throw you down on that couch and fuck you hard until you moan in pleasure, but it is not anything beyond that for me."

She glanced towards the couch, her body filled with butterflies as she imagined him taking her there. She trembled at the thought, how could she fantasy about that the moment after he had said he just wanted to use her like some kind of fuck toy?

She looked him. A bit awkward from his hard cock he bent down to pick up her bathrobe.

"Damn it, he is filled with sexual frustration since I made him think about sex. So am I, how come that I still want him to fuck me after all these words?" she wondered.

"Your bathrobe," he said as he extended it to her. She looked up at him and saw the raw desire in his gaze that he tried to conceal. Her pussy trembled with longing and desire as she thought about what he wanted to do to her body.

"I was the one that made us talk about sex. For the moment I don't care what you think of me," she said as she closed her eyes. "Please take me with no regrets if that is what you desire."

Waiting she wondered what would happen. Would he put the bathrobe around her and leave or would he bring her over to the couch?

"Do you want this?" he asked with a hoarse voice very close to her.

"I am moist and longing to be taken anyway you desire," she said. Her fingers sliding downwards to spread her pussy for him to see. Her finger never reached there before she felt his hands taking hold of her hips and lifting her like she weighed nothing.

He did not move over to the couch. Gently holding her ass he pulled her close, his hard cock brushing over her sensitive pussy. She moaned as she felt him tease her, her pussy eager to have him inside. She tried to direct him inside, but he just lifted her upwards the moment she thought he would move into her. They still had contact as the head of his cock brushed part her outer lips.

Suddenly he moved her downwards and she grunted in sexual enjoyment as she felt him slide into her. There was no time to adjust to the feeling, he just moved her upwards and downwards in a mind numbing pace. Like she weighed nothing at all, and she understood that was close to the truth with his super strength.

"Ahhhihh," she moaned, opening her eyes to look at him. His masked face hid his facial expression, but the way he opened his mouth gave little doubt that very much enjoyed having her sliding along his hard rod.

She liked watching him as he with frantic speed made her ride up and down along his eager cock. It felt like there was more pleasure than the slow and gentle love making they had enjoyed on the many nights they had shared since the group was formed.

He stepped over to the couch and without dropping contact he put her down on her back. She felt his member twitch inside her as he moved her legs upwards. There was no possibly way to resisting his great strength, not that she desired such. It felt great so far and she longed for what would come next.

She did not have to wait long, with her legs pressed close to her body she was very aware that her wet hole was even more exposed to him than before. With a fraction of his strength he kept her locked down as he again began to thrust into her. The angle was exactly right.

Totally unable to move she lay there on the receiving end of his thrusting. The only thing she could do was to try to use her inside to squeeze him as he slid into her in a frantic pace. She did that and his groans of sexual heat left little doubt that he enjoyed the sensation very much. Sarah was panting herself from sexual excitement.

"Feels fucking great," she had the time to think before her body trembled with sexual release. If he noticed she did not know, but he had even more increased his pace. The frantic fucking made pleasure wash over her and pushed her over to even further excitement.

"It is too much, I can not take more excitement!" she thought, but she did not speak up. She had invited him to take her in any way he desired and obviously he very much desired to continue.

When the pleasure pushed her even further she could not resist struggling to get free, not that it was any use. She doubted he even noticed her feeble attempts to get free. Her arms were locked below her legs that he kept pressed to her body. If anything her movement increased his enjoyment as her body squirmed below his merciless fucking.

"I am coming!" he finally screamed and slammed into her hard. To her surprise the feeling of him coming inside her was enough to push her over the edge once more. This second climax was unexpected and she thrashed wildly below him as her body trembled from the waves of passion.

Finally they were both still and filled with the afterglow of sexual passion. They lay there silent on the couch and felt the pulse of the other as they slowly got their wind back.

"I hope that it was alright for you. It sure was very relaxing for me," Thundercloud said as he pushed himself off her.

"Felt great," Firefly mumbled even though all the sex had left a bit sore. She flinched as she begun to move when he released her legs and arms, she would probably have a couple of bruises on her legs.

"Sorry if I handled you a bit rough, I was lost in passion," he mumbled.

"No worry," she replied. "I am a bit sore, but I climaxed twice. It was simply amazing sex," she said.



"You are a remarkable woman," he said. "After our argument I thought you would want to keep me at more than an arms distance. I could not imagine that you let me fuck you like this. Have you considered it earlier, but been too shy to ask?"

"Bloody great, he confesses that he just want to bang me for my looks and I answer him allowing him to do whatever he likes. How could I possibly get any sexual thrill from this?" she wondered.

The thought filled her with a tremble of sexual excitement, but she was too tired to react on the feeling and forced herself to ignore it.

"I don't want to talk about it," Firefly said.

He accepted her answer and after a short while he departed to clean up and change into a fresh superhero costume. Firefly remained covered by her bathrobe trying to assemble enough willpower to move, she felt empty and drained even though some of the pleasure of the love making lingered.

* * *

"Imagine the humiliation if we can't flush the kidnapper out," Jennifer thought.

It had been hours since she arrived to the area and the whole day had passed without any contact with anyone suspicious. By now the sun had begun to set as she walked down yet another empty little road on the side of the Interstate and wondered about what to do.

"Could the kidnapper had read our fake mind and found the missing memories suspicious?" she wondered.

"If any psionic or magical interference had happened I would know," the demon responded. "Actually we are also not exposing our memories since they only go a couple of days back, they would be too revealing. An attacker that tries to read or mind will think we have a natural resistance to mind reading since I put a shielding around the fake mind."

"Won't the kidnapper notice the mental shield and suspect something?" Jennifer wondered.

"Perhaps, but it is the best thing that we can do. If we are lucky the attacker will be satisfied that we follow all orders given and not try to read our mind until we are at the kidnappers hideout," the demon thought.

Yet another car stopped beside the road and Jennifer moved over to see if she had better luck this time. This time it was a shabby old van driven by a young man. It seemed implausible that a psionic not afraid of breaking the law would drive such an old van, but Jennifer thought there was some hope since she sensed strong arousal from the driver.

"Did you forget to charge your mobile phone?" the man asked.

"What?" the demon wondered.

"The phone company would know my location if I had a phone that communicated with their base-stations. Could let the police track me," Jennifer thought.

"No, I didn't bring any phone," Jennifer said. "Trying to stay away and not very keen on my mean boyfriend asking the police to track me through the phone."

"No psionic stuff attempted so far," the demon noticed.

"That is sad to hear," the man said. "Can't been hanging out very long with him? You seem very young."

Jennifer faked a blush. "A few months since I moved to his place. The folks at home really got crazy and screamed about him taking advantage of somebody young like me. Not that I am that young."

She felt a massive surge of sexual want from the man as he heard her words.

"Not my right to ask around about your personal stuff, do you want a lift to the diner down the road?" the man asked. "It is very far to walk."

"He burns from desire to fuck us, but he conceals it so he gain our trust. I think we found the man even though he doesn't seem to be a psionic," Jennifer thought.

"I have no cash to pay for the lift. I am kind of broke," Jennifer mumbled.

"No need for that. I am driving in that direction anyway and I am sure they can give you some job there if you are short on cash," the man said.

She entered the van and sat beside the man in the front seat. They drove in silence for some time and Jennifer continued her act of a young girl on the run. Suddenly Jennifer felt her body go rigid, unable to move.

"Psionic command, ridiculously weak. Class one attack, but we will play along," the demon informed Jennifer. The driver had turned the car to a smaller road.

"You probably wonder what happens," the man said. "If we put it like this, I belong to a certain Brotherhood that collect girls like you. Currently I control your movement center so that you can't escape. Later on I will bind you so I can read your mind and make sure you see the world as I see fit."

A short while later they arrived to a desolate house. If the car had looked shabby, the house was many times worse. The wooden walls would have needed a repainting ten years earlier. They stopped and the man rushed around the car to open the door for them so they could leave the car.

"I am just following instructions, he really is this bad at giving us proper discussions to walk inside," the demon thought as Jennifer's body stumbled towards the house.

Inside the house Jennifer found it to at least be properly cleaned. The bad condition of the house had her suspect otherwise.

She had entered a living room with a large television. In a red couch in front of it sat a nude girl of around 20 years old. Jennifer stood frozen, unable to turn her head, wondering if the girl had noticed her. She heard the man enter behind her and grunt in irritation.

"Sister, are you not to great your brother," he ordered and the girl came over. She did not as much glance towards Jennifer as she passed by her. From the surge of lust that came from them Jennifer understood they did something very sexual behind her.

"Enough of this," the man said. "Your touching makes it hard to maintain the control of the new girl. I will return when I have broken her."

Jennifer was directed forward into another room with a large bed, her body moved on it own and dropped her clothes. Afterward she laid down on the bed. The man came after and secured her body in a x position, her arms and legs pulled apart with sturdy straps.

"He dropped the movement control, we can talk again," the demon noted.

"What are you doing? Please let me go, I will not say a word." Jennifer pleaded.

"Plead as much as you like, when I am done with you then you will love serving as a fuck toy," the man boasted as he dropped his clothes. Nude he moved up on the bed and knelt between her spread legs, when he suddenly paused.

"It is weird that it is really hard to read your mind," the man mumbled as he slowly jacked off.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, please let me go," Jennifer pleaded.

"I wonder if I can block you from pleading?" the man mumbled and closed his eyes.

Jennifer just sensed amusement from the demon. She started to pretend that she was unable to plead anymore.

"Drop your mental shield!" the man ordered.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Jennifer lied.

"Interesting," the man mumbled. Suddenly an orgasm washed over Jennifer and she trashed towards the straps that kept her still.

"Why did we cum?" Jennifer wondered.

"He ordered us mentally to cum," the demon explained. "This is funny."

Suddenly Jennifer bit her tongue enough to draw blood. She groaned in discomfort. The man stared down at her snickering.

"He is now trying to make us think that we always beg him to take our virginity," the demon informed Jennifer. Jennifer struggled with what to do, was she supposed to speak up?

"See this massive cock," he boasted. "Imagine it stretching your inside."

Jennifer had to suppress a laughter, the man could in no way compare with the massive Thundercloud or any of the other G.S.P heroes for that matter.

"I can't unless you show me. Please be my first," Jennifer begged.

"This is fun," the man exclaimed and dived over Jennifer to push his cock into her. He managed on the second try and slammed into her hard. He continued to slam into her as he frowned deep in concentration.

As he continued to fuck her Jennifer noticed that she could sense his thoughts. Just like she earlier had heard Mindeye's thoughts when they fucked she could now hear this man assembling sequences of mental commands that he sent over to her.

"This is cute," the demon thought. "He really except us to be brainwashed by those commands. What kind of moron is he?"

"What about the missing girl?" Jennifer wondered.

"I hear the same as you, but cannot control it. I think this mind reading power is an ability of your own. Unfortunately you only seem to be able to hear surface thoughts. Can you affect him somehow to think about the girl?" the demon wondered. Jennifer tried, but had no clue about how to follow the suggestion.

"I have never encountered anyone so easy to brainwash, but with a mind closed against mind reading," the man said as he continued to slam into her. With a groan he cummed and Jennifer joined him moments after.

"That is a nice. A girl that cums naturally when taken. You will extract a great price," the man said.

He rolled off her and lay panting trying to recover his breath. Jennifer lay still captured by the straps trying to decide what to do.

"He is the one, but too stupid to realize what our mind reading shield means. Should we call the others or continue to play along?" the demon wondered.

"He said the Brotherhood sells girls they have brainwashed. What if the girl we are looking for is not here anymore? I think we try to find out more before we summon assistance," Jennifer answered. The demon purred with delight.

"Jessica, time for discipline!" the man cried out as he loosened the straps that held Jennifer.

Puzzled Jennifer waited for what would happen. A short while later a woman clothed in a dominatrix gear entered the room, in her hand she carried a nasty looking cat of nine tail's whip.

"Another brainwashing attempt?" the woman named Jessica asked with a bored voice.

"This one went pretty well," the man replied and turned to Jennifer after he had left the bed. "This is Jessica that the Brotherhood has borrowed me to assist with discipline. Good to have around in case I fail with some mental command. Can you please expose your lovely butt for her to whip."

Without any real hesitation Jennifer sat up and bent forward with her rear turned towards Jessica. She did not have to wait long before the whip cracked over her exposed ass. She whimpered in pain as the force of the blow made her stagger forward. Another three hard blows hit her and she had to struggle to not be pushed off the bed.

"Looking good. Slave, turn around and expose your pussy for whipping," the man ordered.

Jennifer paled as she rolled around and spread her legs. Jessica put everything to it and the pain when she hit Jennifer spread like lightning. Jennifer spasmed in pain and curled into a fetal position.

"Enough of this!" the man ordered. "Slave, I will now take you from behind and each time I thrust inside you shall moan master."

Jennifer moved to comply and as he slammed into her she heard herself moan master. The sexual contact also made Jennifer sense the man's surface thoughts. He was filled with smugness.

"What if she fakes it? It is weird that I can't read her thoughts. What if I fake that Jessica will mutilate her?" he thought. Jennifer could feel the man using his psionic power to reach out to the other woman.

"I shall call you slave Mindy. Day and night shall you be ready to offer any of your holes to the pleasure of your master," the man said. "There is no need for you to have fingers then, is there? Place your hand at the bedpost so that slave Jessica can cut them off."

Without hesitation Jennifer obeyed him as she continued to chant master at his every thrust. Jessica moved over and drew the wicked large knife she had strapped to her leg. She placed the knife edge ready to cut down.

"Slave Mindy, say goodbye to your fingers," she taunted, but Jennifer just kept chanting master as she looked directly at the knife.

"There is no fear in her, she obeys your every command," Jessica stated.

"I know," the man panted as he tried to increase his pace. Instead he lost control and both he and Jennifer groaned as he delivered his load.

They lay still in bed recovering as Jessica left room. Jennifer desperately hoped the man would think about the missing girl, but besides a short memory of him bringing her into the house bound she learned nothing before the mental contact was broken.

"You can call me master Steve," the man ordered.

"Of course master Steve, you are so incredibly sexy," Jennifer said and heard the demon giggling in the background of her mind.

"You can share a room with my sister on the second floor to the right. Move there to recover until I summon you to fuck me," Steve ordered as he motioned her to leave the room.

Jennifer left the room and had no problem finding the right door. It was a typical girl room, it did not quite match the girl she had passed by when she arrived at the house. That girl had been grown, but this was the room of a teen. She sat down carefully on the bed, still sore from the whipping.

A while later the door opened and the nude woman from downstairs entered. She glanced at Jennifer with a curious look in her eyes.

"I am Mary," she said as moved over to sit on the far side of the bed.

"I am slave Mindy," Jennifer said, just barely remembering she had been given a new name by the psionic.

"Don't bother with slave title when Steve is not around," Mary said. "He might get off at us singing our devotion, but it gets boring quite soon."

"I see," Jennifer said. "You are his sister, right?"

"Yep, both sister, slave and lover," Mary said with a smile.

"He changed us to be slaves, didn't he?" Jennifer asked.

"Indeed he did. In my case it was when I was a teenager and started to date boys, one of them was a former friend of Steve. He could not stand his younger sister fooling around with his former friend so he changed me to like girls, pretty much made it impossible for me to find anyone to date here out on the country side."

"You seemed pretty much into Steve when we came home," Jennifer commented.

"Yea, when Steve realized he could change my thoughts he made an exception for him and made me start to serve him in secret. It worked great for a while until mother came home early one day and found me acting like a slave for Steve and sucking his cock," Mary told.

"Why didn't he brainwash her also?" Jennifer asked.

"He tried, but he picked up his ability from her side of the family and she had some passive resistance to the psionic power. When she understood that he tried to brainwash her she fetched the shotgun that father used when he lived here and chased Steve away. It was awkward as she then sat down and tried to reason with me about how I should change my way of thinking. Of course I refused and proclaimed my eternal devotion to Steve, it feels real to us after all, even though it is something Steve made."

"When did Steve return?" Jennifer wondered.

"He returned three days later with a man named Frank. That man came from the Brotherhood and he was stronger than Steve and could change mothers mind," Mary told.

"Did he start to fuck your mother?" Jennifer wondered.

"No, he is not into such things. On the other hand he likes to force mother to have sex with me even though she has not been changed to love girls. That is fun, but it is rare now that it happens, she must be out and work as a stripper to get us money. The Brotherhood only pays good money when Steve manages to deliver somebody that is well trained and that is quite rare."

"Am I the first in while then?" Jennifer asked hoping she would get clues about Carol.

"This is boring," Mary complained. "Why not do what Steve intended when he sent you to live in my bedroom."

"And what is that?" Jennifer wondered.

"Well, there is only one bed and I like to be licked so what do you think you will be doing?" Mary asked.

"Wondering if you ever will return the favor?" Jennifer suggested.

"You do understand your place," Mary giggled and spread her legs for Jennifer. Jennifer did not hesitate, but laid down to lick. She tasted male sperm as she explored Mary, she had clearly been coming directly from a fuck session with Steve.

"You do lick well," Mary mumbled with a content voice.

"Better be careful about letting her notice we have simultaneous climaxes. Could we put that power on hold since she might find it weird with us cumming from just licking her," Jennifer suggested.

"What makes you think I would find that fun. You better practice at concealing our climax," the demon suggested playfully.

Jennifer swallowed her irritation and continued to lick. Perhaps she could continue until Mary fell asleep without her climaxing.

* * *

"Eagle here, nothing to report from Queens. I continue a patrol over upper east and upper west before I return to sleep," Eagle transmitted over the com link as he passed over the dark path that was the Hudson river.

A weak smile traveled over his lips as he felt the wind batter him as he rushed from the sleeping suburbs to the more central city that only mostly slept. Hours had passed since they lost track of Jennifer and Eagle had requested a scouting tour just to clear his mind.

At least it was not his fault if their newest team member turned up missing in action, he had said his piece and they had overruled him. On the other hand he could not avoid wondering about how Mindeye had reacted, shouldn't he be a bit more worried about their little sex toy becoming brainwashed. What if her mind was compromised and she was sent back as a sleeper agent?

Suddenly an angry beeping noise was heard from his costume belt and Eagle clicked on his com unit to determine the cause.

"Authenticated status report. Battery status of G.S.P. defensive gear is critical low. Device will not offer advertised protection. Please return to base for replacement," the com unit informed Eagle.

"Bloody technology!" Eagle spat. Since he had gone from full battery to empty battery in the matter of seconds he deducted it must be some kind of malfunctioning even though the government had claimed the equipment to be fail safe.

He landed in Central Park below to see if he could do anything about the beeping noise. Vaguely he recalled that Mindeye recently had talked about adding sound signal when equipment was not in order. After a bit of work he managed to suppress the sound.

"You are Eagle of the G.S.P., right?" a female voice asked and Eagle looked up. A girl, typical teenager in her late teens with long brown hair that reached down to her waist, had approached him. She had a pretty modest blue dress that fit her well.

"That is correct, no reason to be worried. I am just makingroutine sweep," Eagle answered.

"I never thought I would encounter a superhero from G.S.P. here," the girl commented.

"Aren't you a bit young to be out this late in the evening?" Eagle asked.

"Maybe, I could not sleep and went out walking since I was home alone," the girl said.

"Should I take you home?" Eagle asked. The park was mostly deserted this late in the evening and he doubted any of Central Park police force would be present to offer safety. The girl blushed as she heard him, but then straightened herself.

"My name is Linda Stevens," the girl said. "Is it possible that your superhero team has recruited a relative of me?"

"Stevens, wasn't Blade's real name Stevens?" Eagle wondered.

"I can not reveal the secret identity of our members. Why not ask your relative if he or she is a member?" Eagle asked.

"It was just a photograph in the paper," the girl said and shrugged. "Your team member Blade was terribly wounded and without costume, but it looked to me like it could be my sister Jennifer below all that blood. Jennifer has been missing since her car was crushed in an alien attack on Brooklyn."

"I see," Eagle said. "I can not confirm or deny it without authorization from the management."

"It is no biggie," Linda said. "Mother saw the picture also and she is convinced that it can not been Jennifer since your Blade has much more curves than my sister."

"They don't know about Blade's ability to change her body," Eagle realized. He felt bad about deceiving the girl, but he really could not reveal Blade's identity without asking first. There might be a very good reason for her avoiding her family.

"Sorry I could not be of assistance," Eagle said. "Can I fly you home as compensation? New York is not that safe for a young girl like you be wandering around alone in a dark park."

"Flying sounds cool," Linda responded.

He motioned her to put her arms around his neck and then took a secure grip around her waist. He could use his power to levitate her no matter how little contact they had but from experience he knew the person carried needed an assuring grip to feel safe.

It was really a short flight towards upper west until she directed him to put her down on a large balcony. The apartment was totally dark.

"Would you mind following me inside, I hate walking into a dark apartment even though I know it should be totally safe to come home," Linda asked.

"Why not," Eagle mumbled.

They entered into a living room with television, sofa, a bookcase and a dinner table. Like many other apartments on Manhattan it was narrow but deep. From this room two doors open inward to the rest of the apartment, one to the kitchen and one to the hallway. It was a fashionable home, but nothing out of the ordinary for classy upper west apartments.

"Seems safe and empty to me," Eagle commented. Yet he did not depart, there were no pictures in the living room and he very much would like to verify that this indeed was the sister of Blade.

He entered the hallway and put the lights on there. From the layout he deducted the bathroom was located behind the kitchen. On the far side of the apartment there were two bedrooms.

Opening the left door he peeked into a room with walls covered with a mixture of science posters and popular music groups. The piles of school books and makeup objects dropped at random places strongly hinted this was Linda's room.

On the desktop by the window there was a picture, Eagle moved over to give it a look. The picture showed Blade in the middle with Linda on her left and an unknown male person on the right. It was remarkable how much sexual appeal Blade had gained from larger breasts and more curvy hips compared to her old looks.

He shook his head. Why was he really getting stuck with mainstream media obsession with large breasts being sexy? There was little doubt both the former body of Blade and her younger sister were sexy like crazy. He felt himself grow rigid at the thought of sex and moved to adjust his costume so that it became more comfortable. Hopefully the costume would be enough to keep it concealed.

"The apartment is empty, it seems like it is time for me to leave," Eagle said and turned from the desk.

In surprise he stared at a nude Linda that advanced on him. While he looked at the desktop she had dropped all her clothes.

"I am cold after the chill night air in the park. Please warm me up," she said. Slipping into a close hug, rubbing her nude body tight, tight to his body.

They both felt through the costume how his hardon brushed over Linda's trim stomach. He opened his mouth to object, but the sexy young girl in his arms was ready for it and dived into a kiss.

It was a remarkable kiss, a kiss much more experienced than what Eagle would expected from a teenager. He tried to break away from the tongue that seductively danced over his lips with little success. By now he had her in his arms, her legs locked around his hips so that his concealed hardness brushed just the right place. A moan of delight left her lips as the kiss ended.

"This is..." he began saying trying to distance himself from her. She caught him in another kiss and he could not help responding to it. His body trembled with sexual need as he opened his mouth for a long and deep kiss. The ecstasy as he felt their tongues met each other made it feel like he would lift from the floor and start flying. Of course this made them actually levitate up in air since he after all was Eagle.

Suddenly he felt nude skin brush over his cock, if it was he or she that had opened his costume and freed him from the constraints of his superhero costume he could not tell. They were levitating in the air in the middle of the room, him leaned backwards so that she rested on top of him. His flying power kept her untouched by the gravitation so there was no danger of her falling.

"She trusts me totally," he had time to think, the moment before he felt her take his hard male member into her. With this every thought was gone and he just enjoyed the experience of sliding into her wet folds.

"It feels wonderful," Linda whispered as she started to ride him slowly. "Ever since I first saw you on the television I have dreamed about this."

Eagle did not answer but instead placed his hands on her waist. His grip on her was tender, but his thrusting into her soon became passionate and wild. The response from Linda was of the same kind, using her legs still wrapped around him she struggled to increase the pace even more. Her fingers seductively playing over her nipples.

"Feeling fucking great!" Eagle screamed as he as quickly as possible slammed into her. The sex he had experienced with Fang yesterday had been wild and animalistic. Yet this sex was even more passionate, they were in even more perfect harmony.

He understood her sex drive, how to move to make her mad with lust. He knew when to slow down just a tiny bit to have her even more longing for what he could give to her. She reached out to touch him and make him increase the pace again. He answered her demand and also made himself vibrate as he again slammed into her with full speed.

"Aiiihihihihiyes," Linda screamed at the top of her lungs. Her body collapsing towards him as she her lean body trembled from a massive orgasm. He continued to thrust into her until she motioned him to slow down.

"To tender to continue," she breathed into his ear.

Eagle felt regret filling himself, but did not hesitate as he carefully dropped her on the bed. He pulled out of her still throbbing with sexual excitement. She surprised him by not letting him go but taking hold of his hips.

"Allow me," she breathed and then very suggestively opened her mouth. He levitated upwards so that she could reach his still very hard manhood. Groaning with delight he felt her taking him into her mouth. Her sweet and agile tongue playing over him the moment before she sucked deep and hard.

She sat nude in her bed, her inside still trembling of afterglow as she serviced him levitating in front of her. Lacking the experience of a professional she couldn’t take his whole cock into her mouth, but the part of it that she took she played with wonderfully.

"Oh yes, oh yes, more..." Eagle groaned as he slowly started to thrust into her mouth. With her fingers she fondled his sensitive sack. Traced circles over the skin as her tongue did wonders to the lower side of his cock. Suddenly she sucked even harder and this pushed him towards the edge, he could not restrain himself and increased the pace of his thrusts.

She could not talk with his maleness filling her mouth, but her moan of delight as she received his thrusts left little doubt about how much she loved the feeling. With a tremble he felt his load leave him and the Linda drank it down with closed eyes. Finally when done he pulled out and she collapsed backwards with a content smile on her lips.

Breathless Eagle stared at her sexy form as she lay there. Her legs split aside like she wanted to remind him of the sweetness of her sex. She was totally shaved between her legs, and he got a good view of her still slightly parted pussy that invited him to take her again. He longed to do so, but was for the moment far too spent to have sex.

Suddenly he heard keys turning in the front door to the apartment directly outside Linda's room. Linda still oblivious to the world after their great sex did not react, but Eagle shrugged in panic as he levitated with an open costume and very obvious signs of sex.

There was no time to close his costumes, he just flew past the hallway and out in the living room. The door had not opened as he moved past it, but perhaps it opened behind him. Would the person entering react on the wind caused by his movement and look to the right?

Eagle moved through the living room with dangerous speed and exited the apartment just barely avoiding the metal bars on the balcony. Moving upwards he desperately hoped that nobody was looking towards him as he moved past them half nude.

Above the rooftops he halted as he pulled his costume in order. At least there was no obvious shouting from below that indicated he had been seen.

"Bloody disaster if anyone saw me. The great superhero Eagle having sex with a barely legal teen while the parents were away," Eagle thought.

The thought filled him with dread, what if Linda was a minor? She had in truth looked young, but surely someone as experienced in sex as that sexy little minx could not be that young, could she?

Thinking back at Linda's room Eagle felt the panic crawl even higher. He could not recall exactly what grade there had been on the school books scattered around the room, but he was fairly sure they had not been for university level. It seemed quite possible that he just had sex with a minor.

"I must delete every detail of G.S.P. gear's recording on this night. They might wonder how the recording could be wiped, but it is far better than leaving any evidence of me being in Linda's room," Eagle thought as he flew back towards the G.S.P. base.

* * *

Jennifer was busy with cleaning up the dinner table in the kitchen when Jessica rushed into the room clothed in her full dominatrix suit.

"Slave Mindy, master Bob from the Brotherhood is here for an inspection. All are to assemble in the living room," Jessica called out before she exited the room.

Jennifer followed her and joined the line of nude woman standing by the couch. Just as she placed herself in position she noticed somebody lying on the couch. At her quick glance she had seen the person was blond, could it be the missing Carol Winthers?

She did not dare another look because Jessica was standing in front of them with a grim look at her face as she fingered on her cat of nine tails whip.

The door opened and Steve came in followed by another man clothed in dark suit. The difference between Steve's baggy clothes and the designer suit of the other man was huge. The idea to find these people standing close to each other looked weird.

"Sorry about the premature inspection, but the Brotherhood received news you had captured the daughter of a New York Congressman and we really look forward to the potential deals we can make," the man said.

Steve glared at Jessica, but then assembled himself into a smile.

"Yes, indeed Mr Bob," Steve said as he fingered his clothes nervously. "I managed to abduct this Carol Winthers on the road when nobody looked and have since been busy making her fit for sale."

"She is the one on the couch," Jessica intervened and Steve frowned deeply.

With Jessica's attention elsewhere Jennifer dared a look. It was indeed Carol Winthers on the couch, but something was obviously wrong with her. Her body was totally limp, eyes open staring at the ceiling and drool dripping from her mouth.

"Steve, for fuck's sake. She is drooling!" Bob spat and moved over to couch.

"I have had some difficulties to finish her brainwashing, but I have made some progress and am confident that I can make her behave correctly to the Brotherhood's plan," Steve said.

"I am not confident in this," Jessica acknowledged. "Each session she just seems worse and worse and I am ready to take blame if I reported this to the Brotherhood too late."

"It is far too late, but I don't hold you responsible slave," Bob said. "More likely I will hold Steve responsible for this fucking disaster!"

"No need to shout," Steve mumbled. "I might have made some mistakes, but will strive my best to learn from this and leave her in your masterful hands."

"Can't you tell what you have done to her?" Bob asked perplexed. "You messed up just everything, I can't begin to guess how her mind looked like before you shuffled everything around. For instance the part of her mind that is supposed to allow her to walk is as far as I can tell overwritten by the commands to lick your damn cock."

"It is just a bit of bad luck, she resisted my brainwashing and I had to think outside the box," Steve replied.

"It is more like stupidity, stupidity of the Brotherhood to clean up your mess when you lacked the strength to brainwash your mother. You have totally ruined a perfect opportunity to exploit the daughter of a Congressman," Bob said.

"I just had bad luck. Check the other girl that I recently captured. I have actually improved my brainwashing skills," Steve said and pointed at Jennifer.

"He is trying to read our mind," the demon informed Jennifer.

"Why have you given her a thought shield?" Bob asked,

"Is that what it is called?" Steve asked. "I didn't give her anything since I don't know how to make such. The Brotherhood does not provide me with more advanced material."



"He is pushing to break through the shield, too strong, I can not resist," the demon thought with alarm.

Jennifer tensed as she heard the demon. Steve was standing in the way, could she reach Bob before he reacted? The opportunity to act was lost as Jessica let the cat of nine tails fly. Jennifer staggered back from the pain of the whip and trying to protect herself from the wicked whip. The other woman scattered in all directions as Jessica advanced on Jennifer.

"Chop her up," the demon screamed at her mentally.

"No, she is a victim too. Protect our mind while I deal with her," Jennifer responded filled with fear. Would she be brainwashed here after all her bragging about being safe from mental attacks?

The moment afterward she sensed that Bob somehow had broken through their fake identity and assaulted themselves. It felt like a mental whip as the demon brutally diverted the mental attack. A satisfying cry of anguish came from Bob as he felt the mental backlash.

Jessica did again let the real world whip fly, but this time Jennifer was ready and dived forward slamming her shoulder into the dominatrix. Jessica shrugged and Jennifer caught hold of the hand holding the whip, but did not get the strength advantage that she had expected. She had forgotten they currently were posing as a skinny teenager instead of their regular self. Unable to force Jessica down Jennifer had to settle for preventing her to use the whip.

Jessica dropped the whip and