CHAPTER 55 - BUSTY BLONDE BIMBO BIOLOGIST, ALWAYS INADEQUATE, MANNERS MAKE THE WHORE, RUNNER UP SLUT, OPPRESSED FOR REAL

PEPPER

Pepper stared at the hologram of Vicki Vale projecting from the center of her desk. She was reporting on the recent “tensions” between the Justice League and S.H.I.E.L.D. And all Pepper could think was “This shit again?” How many times did the U.S. government have to butt heads? And how many innocent people were going to get hurt this time?

“Bit early for the news, isn’t it?” MJ asked as she walked inside with a tray containing breakfast and a printed copy of today’s agenda.

Pepper grunted. Then she pressed a button to dismiss the hologram. “Miss Parker, when you found out that Norman Osborn was going to become president, did you ever think of leaving America?”

MJ paused, before placing the tray on the edge of the desk. “No. But when Fisk became Mayor of New York, I did think about leaving Queens. I didn’t want my daughter to grow up in a city run by a mob boss.”

Pepper nodded. “How is May?”

“Oh, wonderful. She’s got a full ride at any college she wants.” MJ said, turning away. “Soon as she finally picks one.”

Pepper smirked. “She doesn’t feel like attending Juilliard and following in her mom’s footsteps?”

MJ rolled her eyes and looked away. “You mean she doesn’t feel like being a Z-list celebrity?”

Pepper laughed. “Give yourself a little credit, Miss Parker. No one else is going to.” She grabbed her latte and nearly burnt her tongue on the drink. “Is Riri down in engineering?”

“Oh, uh, yes. I saw her on my way up.”

Pepper nodded. “Tell her to suit up and meet me outside in five minutes. We may have an upsilon level threat.”

MARIA

Maria had managed to get free of the ropes that had been around her hands and legs, as well as the gag in her mouth and the blindfold over her eyes. Not that there was anything to see. There was no ground in the Phantom Zone, just distant islands of stone floating through a gray void.

There wasn’t anything in the Phantom Zone, including time. So there was no way of knowing how long she’d been floating. It kept occurring to her, that a thousand years might have passed on the outside, that Manheim might well have brought about the end of the world, and that she would never leave this place.

Then the milky film of the Phantom Zone parted around her with an electric shriek and she was falling onto the carpeted floor of Peggy’s living room.

It took a second to adjust to there being gravity and air again. Then she jumped to her feet before they could send her back. Manheim was there, but so was Peggy, Bobbi, Elizabeth, and one of those robots that he’d used to restrain Bobbi earlier. And Lois Lane, the famous reporter, fingering a hand-held camera nervously.

Maria stilled. They were all seconds from jumping on her and raping her. And there was nothing she could do. There were too many of them and they were all too strong. She clenched her fists. It would be better than going back to that ambient gray hell. It had to be.

She focused on the carpet. Whatever came next, she would survive it. She would escape and then she’d bring fire and ruin down on them all.

Then Elizabeth hugged her.

“It’s okay.” She whispered, clutching Maria tightly. “Just do what he says and you’ll be fine.”

Then she let go and Manheim stepped into the circle. “I’m going to show you something that I think you’ll find very interesting. Then I’m going to ask you to do something for me. And I want you to think long and hard about it before you refuse.”

Pulling out his phone, he began to play a video, completely anomalous in Peggy’s formerly vintage home. Maria kept her eyes trained on him, as she listened to the sound of Vicki Vale’s voice over the phone’s crappy speakers.

“At 2:45 AM yesterday, superheroines Captain Britain and Batwoman claimed that Supergirl had been shot by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most controversial agent, Natasha Romanov. Then late last night, Jessica Cruz, a member of the Green Lantern Corps, accused S.H.I.E.L.D. of kidnapping a member of the Justice League. A spokeswoman for the League, Tora Olafsdotter commented that the League could not disclose who in the League was kidnapped, but she stated the League would not rest until the agents responsible for endangering a League member were brought to justice.”

Manheim paused the recording. “In a few minutes, I’m going to ask Miss Lane to turn on her camera. Then she’s going to put online a video of Captain Britain, Agent Hawkeye, and Agent Mockingbird denouncing S.H.I.E.L.D., specifically relating the circumstances of Peggy and Bobbi’s induction into your little group via nonconsensual human experimentation, coercion, and brainwashing. Then I’m going to take this little thing here…” He lifted the raygun he’d used to send her to the Phantom Zone into view and she shivered at the sight of it. “And I’m going to serve Black Widow up to the Justice League on a silver platter. Oh, yeah…she’s in the same place that I sent you. Congratulations, you’re attempting to kill me just pissed me off. And now I’m prepared to start a war between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Justice League. And I think we both know who is going to win that war, especially with all your best agents turned.”

Maria just glared up at him.

“Unless…you come out and claim that Sharon Carter has become unhinged because of an extraterrestrial virus and is responsible both for kidnapping you and you sending Black Widow to try to kill Supergirl.” He grinned. “Either you betray that bitch and make her take the fall for your mistakes, or I destroy your legacy and the organization you’ve devoted your entire life to.”

Maria continued glaring at him. “There’s no way that you got Nat with that thing.”

“Oh, you wanna call my bluff then? We’ll see which of us is right in a few hours then, I guess. And you can sit here on the sofa while everything goes to hell and think about all the things you did wrong.”

Maria trembled slightly, though not with fear but with rage. “Peggy, Bobbi, Elizabeth…you’re just going to help him do this? You’re going to help him destroy everything?”

Elizabeth looked away. But Bobbi and Peggy met her gaze. Bobbi looked utterly hateful like this was all her fault. But Peggy just looked pitying. As if she was the enlightened one in this scenario and Maria was somehow misguided.

“C’mon, Maria, it’s not that bad. You get to be the director again, or at least pretend to be the director. You’ll be my little puppet, but hey…there are worse things. Like floating in an endless void or bringing about the downfall of the American government, right?”

Maria tightened her hands into fists. Then she stared at the Superbot and released her grip. “Fine. I’ll do it.” (MARIA: +14 SP)(-65 SP)

“Wonderful…then we can celebrate!” Manheim said. “I have to make sure that you aren’t going to go back on me either. So we’re going to film a little sex tape first to make sure you don’t get any more big ideas about assassinating me.”

“What?” Maria barely had time to react, when Elizabeth pulled her into another embrace and unzipped the back of her suit.

“Elizabeth is going to eat you out. And this award-winning journalist is going to film it to make sure you do what I tell you.” Manheim said, putting an arm around Lois’ shoulder and squeezing one of her breasts, causing her to let out a little sigh.

“No!” Maria shoved Elizabeth away and Elizabeth looked positively heartbroken. “I’m not doing that.”

“Okay.” Manheim shrugged and then he pulled out the projector and blasted her with it again.

M’GANN

The smell of freshly cut grass wafted across the lawn of the Pleasant Hill High School. Megan gorged herself on the sunlight and the breeze gently playing with the distant trees and the sound of songbirds who’d nested on the school’s roof.

It was another day in Pleasant Hill and another routine that Kori had devised to impress Dick. Megan didn’t mind all the exercise today though. It was too beautiful a day to spend inside and after such a nasty dream she was just glad to be alive.

She was mid-cartwheel when she saw her. A woman on the edge of the field, in the shade of the oldest of the oaks. One hand grazed the cracked and peeling bark of the tree’s trunk. And her eyes…they looked like they were red.

It was the shut-in who lived across the street. But that woman that never left her house…and that woman shouldn’t have red eyes, should she?

Megan lost track of where her feet needed to land and crashed into Artemis.

“Megan! Watch where you’re going!” Artemis whined as she shoved Megan off.

Megan wasn’t paying attention though, to her or the pain of a twisted ankle and a scuffed knee. She was staring at the spot where the woman had been.

JEMMA

She was in the middle of experiment #456, attempt 6, when she got the call.

“What is it this time?” Jemma asked as she stared through a bit of fireproof glass at the melted metal in the center of the test chamber. The Martian they’d brought to her was neutralized, but her presence inside S.H.I.E.L.D. compared with the accusations of mind-control and the always present possibility of alien invasion meant that the entire planet might very well be infested with Martians already.

And that meant devising a way to burn them out without destroying human civilization in the process.

“Sorry to disturb you, ma’am. You told us to alert you if there was another disruption to the Simulation.”

Jemma groaned. If the Martian was still connected to some kind of telepathic matrix, her cohorts might have located Pleasant Hill already. And if they got their freakish alien fingers on the cube…

“Thank you for the update. I’ll handle it from here.” Jemma reassured the operator, before hanging up the wall phone and pulling out her cell. After a moment, she’d found the name she was looking for.

There was only one person in the world with the experience to handle it when an item of this magnitude began to malfunction.

Susan Storm.

GERRY

I wasn’t sure how long I should leave Maria in her timeout. A few seconds was an eternity from how Kara had explained it to me. Still, I needed a second to calm myself. This bitch had hurt Kara. She’d hurt Peggy. And although I’d yet to develop any protective instincts toward Bobbi and Elizabeth, even I knew the way she’d treated the two of them was wrong. She had become a sink for the resentment which had recently abated from my heart. I hadn’t realized it until recently, just how miserable I had been before I inserted myself into Kara’s life. And all the hatred I’d nursed for those in authority, was now being funneled toward Maria and all of S.H.I.E.L.D. by extent.

I felt like I was on the verge of doing something worse than raping her and turning her into my sex slave. I felt like leaving her to rot in the Phantom Zone along with her super-special assassin. Or doing something violent and blood-fueled.

And I didn’t like that I wanted to do that. I’d scraped my way to the top of my mini-criminal empire so that I would never have to do that kind of thing again. But right now…

“It’s okay.” Peggy had just sat down beside me and put a hand on my thigh.

I looked up and saw her eyes overflowing with love and devotion. It was the kind of devotion which I’d never thought I’d earn, the kind of love which I’d never expected to deserve.

Not that I did deserve it. This was all via mind control. But Peggy was happier being mind-controlled than she’d ever been before.

I raised a hand to cradle her cheek and she leaned into my touch. I wanted to tell her, about all things twisting and writhing inside of me. But I knew better. She would just tell me what I wanted to hear. She was incapable of anything else, thanks to my actions.

“Alright,” I said, pulling away. “No sense in moping about while we wait for your shitty boss to learn her lesson. Bobbi, get over here and show me those titties. Lizzie, come and eat out Peggy.”

Elizabeth scrambled over to the couch, while Bobbi reluctantly sunk to the floor and waddled over, pulling her engorged breasts out of her tanktop one at a time and giving me the stink eye the entire time.

“I’d fix that attitude real quickly,” I said to Bobbi, grabbing one of her breasts and making her hiss in reaction. “There’s a dick on that robot with your name on it.”

She sighed like a moody teenager as she unbuckled my pants and began to give me a half-hearted titjob, one which slowly became faster as her extra-sensitive nipples rubbed against the roughness of my pubes. I rolled my eyes as she began to pant and whine from the pleasure of the act and glanced over at my partner.

I could see that Peggy was uncomfortable with Elizabeth’s affection, even if she was finding the act itself pleasurable. I pulled her into a surprise kiss and let my eyes linger on hers.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around to use you properly,” I told her. “I’m going to make up for it though. I swear.”

She practically glowed at that. She utterly believed every word I said. It was enough to make me want to give it all up and spend the rest of my days in this cottage, playing husband. But the world outside pressed on. I needed to max out Bobbi and Elizabeth as soon as possible. The more traits I had at my disposal, the easier it would be to take over S.H.I.E.L.D., something that was quickly becoming vital.

Plus, there was that place that Bobbi had mentioned…

“Hey sweet tits, tell me about that place you mentioned before. Pleasant Hill, you called it…”

“It’s a prison for those who are too dangerous to be held by conventional means,” Bobbi said, her legs trembling with arousal as her breasts swaddled my dick. “It’s powered by…a cosmic cube…one of the most powerful pieces of tech in the universe. It creates…illusions and mind controls anyone who enters it so they think they’ve always been there.”

“You have a machine that alters reality and you used it to make a prison?” I asked. I suppose that was a hypocritical question, given what I was doing with the Submission Accelerator. But at least I had a plan for bigger and better things. I like to think I was sharing my gift by corrupting reality.

“I…I don’t know…” Bobbi admitted and she looked frustrated to admit that. I remembered that thanks to the trait I’d recently picked for her, Bobbi was now below-average intelligence whenever she wasn’t working with chemicals.

I decided to test out just how stupid she was. “Hey, Bobbi…let’s play a game. I’m going to ask you a question and if you get it right. You’ll get a point. If you get enough points, I’ll let you cum. How about that?”

She grunted in assent, but I could tell her mind was still trying its very hardest to figure out why she didn’t know something she was sure had been perfectly obvious to her earlier

“What’s the tallest building in the world?” I asked.

She struggled for a second. “Uh…it’s uh that tower in Saudi Arabia, right? Or…the United Arab Emirates, right? They have all that money so…they built the tallest building, right?”

I chuckled. “No, honey. That’s a negative point…okay, next question, who was the fifteenth president of the United States?”

Again, she struggled with thought, even as she continued shoving her breasts up and down my cock. “Ummm…Martin Van Buren, right? Because he had to do with Bleeding Kansas and abolition…”

“Wrong again. Although it seems like you do know more than I expected…”

“We uh…we had to learn about global politics and American history to become agents…I just um…it’s just been a long time is all.” She said, blushing with the tip of my cock inches from her pouting mouth.

“I’m sure it has…Lois, get your useless ass over her and eat Bobbi out. She deserves a treat for being such a clever little bimbo…”

“That…that’s not necessary…” Bobbi said, blushing harder even as Lois rushed over, tugged down her jeans, and began lapping at her labia.

Bobbi let out another groan and I pinched the fat of her left tit to make it turn into a guttural moan.

“Okay, Bobbi…what’s the official language of Sweden?”

Her eyes rolled with pleasure and then with meager concentration. “Wha…? Norwegian, right?”

“Nah. Swedish. That one you might have benefited from being stupider.” I thought for a second, then I decided to test something out. “Bobbi, how many chemical elements are there?”

“130. Of those, 27 are synthetic, meaning they can be created only by manipulating molecular processes.” Bobbi said. A look of surprise at her acumen passed across her face but was quickly replaced with the same look of dull pleasure.

“Good to know. Does S.H.I.E.L.D. have access to poisons which can mind control people?”

“No. The closest we have would be truth serum. But we’ve found that there is no universal equivalent even for that, the same solution doesn’t work on everyone.”

“Interesting. Have you synthesized any poisons which can act as aphrodisiacs?”

“No. Not as far as I know. But I don’t have clearance for that information.”

“Of course not. But if I gave you access to a laboratory do you think you could synthesize an aphrodisiac which also made people more suggestible?”

“If I had long enough and sufficient technology I’m sure I could. The Kryptonian technology that your friend has would make it much easier, but Superman never allowed us to experiment with that stuff.”

“Hey, listen up…you don’t work for S.H.I.E.L.D. anymore, okay? There is no ‘us’. You work for me, understand?”

Slowly, she nodded.

As I stared at her chest, a smile curled across my face. “I just had the most wonderful idea of how to improve you, Bobbi.”

She barely seemed to hear me.

“Firstly, I’m going to need you to be collecting every drop of arousal that you have. I’ll get you a canteen or whatever you need to carry it in, but I’m going to need you to constantly be on the lookout for your wetness, understand me?”

Bobbi was rising and falling against Lois’ tongue and battering my rod with her boobs in the process. Still, she groaned in arousal and nodded. (BOBBI: +1 SP)(+82 SP)

“Wonderful.” I pulled my rock-hard dick out between her chest pillows and smeared it across her face a couple of times. Then I grabbed both nipples, shoved myself into her moaning mouth, and filled her throat with sperm. I felt the vibrations beneath my grasp as she became hornier than ever.

I took a second to recover, and then I stood up, shoving Bobbi backward over top of Lois. “Alright, c’mon sluts. We’ve got some shopping to do.”

The first place we hit was a fairly small fetish store, which just happened to be the closest to where we were. I was slightly disappointed to find that they didn’t have everything that I was looking for. But I settled for a pair of nipple clamps for Bobbi and a big pink pacifier-themed gag for Elizabeth. Of course, I made them pay. The clamps didn’t earn me any points on Bobbi. She was proving a tough nut to crack, although I was sure what I was about to put her through would better even the score.

But Elizabeth looked like she was going to cry as she waddled her way up to the counter and pushed the gag across the desk. (ELIZABETH: +1 SP)(+84 SP) No sooner had she gotten the gag in a plastic bag, than she bolted out the front of the store and tried to hide in the safety of Peggy’s car.

I made her put on the gag as soon as I’d joined her there and I made Bobbi do likewise with the clamps, something that got a nice, ripe scream out of her.

The next place was an emporium of perversion, with a much larger variety of toys. They also had exactly what I was looking for to help break Bobbi.

“You can’t be serious.” She said when she saw it.

“Of course I'm serious,” I said, putting my free hand on her chest and grabbing the chain of the clamps under her shirt. “Now go buy it and put it on, before you leave the shop.”

She gritted her teeth but did as commanded. I’d dressed up the Superbot to be the tiniest bit less conspicuous and he was outside the shop, monitoring us with his super-hearing and x-ray vision, and waiting for Bobbi to act out, to fly inside and snatch her up. Of course that was an absolute emergency. After all, I didn’t want to draw too much attention to any of us, which is why I’d asked Peggy to wait in the car while we did our shopping, a decision which she no doubt appreciated given her prudish persona.

I watched as Bobbi slumped in her gait, then walked up to the counter and had the man at the front ring up her purchase. (BOBBI: +1 SP)(+83 SP) Then, with her hands shaking slightly, she raised the obnoxiously tall dunce cap, placed it on her head, and walked out of the store. She had to duck as she exited out the front to avoid losing her new crown.

“Just you and me now,” I told Elizabeth, as we watched go. Elizabeth, who was still wearing the gag, blushed and squirmed deliciously.

“Now, I think these are just perfect for you,” I said, leading her to the next aisle. It seemed like they kept all the obscure stuff towards the back and that’s where I’d found Bobbi’s newest accessory. But what I intended for Elizabeth was surprisingly common, based on the number of them I found.

It was a big pink diaper, with little purple butterflies. It fit her pacifier wonderfully.

She took out the gag, which I’d neglected to secure behind her head, using the pink plastic straps to either side of it. “No! Please! I don’t want to wear that! Please!!”

I took the gag, shoved it back in her mouth, and buckled it tight behind her head. Then I patted her on the head and picking out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs as well, I shoved the diaper into her hands.

“You know what?” I said, just as she’d begun the long and humiliating walk to the counter. “You’re right.”

She brightened, temporarily.

“We might need more than one. Just in case.” And with that, I selected two more of the diapers and laid them atop the first.

I walked Elizabeth to the counter, while she softly cried the whole way. Then she raised the infantile garments so they could be scanned and handed the smirking cashier her credit card. (ELIZABETH: +2 SP)(+86 SP)

I waited until we got to the car to open the door to the backseat and shove Elizabeth in on her back so that her head was on Bobbi’s lap. Then I yanked down Elizabeth’s pants, tossing them to a smiling Peggy, and grabbed her panties. She tried to shove my hand away, squealing into her gag and kicking her bare legs.

I grabbed one of her thighs and glowered down at her. “Either you let me put you into it right now. Or we can do it outside the car. You’re choice.”

She quivered and blubbered and then covered her face as I pulled down her panties (white ones with pink lining on them). (ELIZABETH: +1 SP)(+87 SP) Then I pulled the diaper up her legs and gently latched it into place.

“Now, because you’ve been such a brat about this, I think you need at least two,” I said, as I grabbed a second and pulled it up over the top of the first, barely getting it to stay in place. These diapers, unlike the ones intended for adults with incontinence, were purposefully small and girly to emphasize the humiliation of whoever was forced to wear them. And because they existed for style more than function, I could tell that they would probably spring a leak at the first sign of actual usage.

Not that I intended to make Elizabeth actually use them either.

“Now climb on top of Bobbi’s lap, little Lizzie.” I coaxed. “Or you’re going to have to walk home from here with no pants.”

Elizabeth whined, but did as commanded, climbing over and onto Bobbi, who’d so far watched the proceedings in complete shock.

“Now, Elizabeth, I know it’s been a while since I let you cum. So, let’s play a little game. You can cum as much as you want, while you are wearing a diaper and bouncing on Bobbi’s knee.” (ELIZABETH: +1 SP)(+88 SP)

“What?!” Bobbi was shocked. Elizabeth looked like she was going to die from embarrassment.

“Go ahead, Lizzie. You won’t get another chance like this for the rest of the week.”

Elizabeth squirmed and I could tell that the arousal of following all my orders had already gotten to her. Slowly, she began to bounce up and down on Bobbi’s thigh.

“No! Stop it! Get off me you freak!” Bobbi said, trying to push Elizabeth off. Her chidings only turned Elizabeth on more and she wrapped her hands around Bobbi’s chest, tugging and groping Bobbi into submission as she tried to hump herself to orgasm despite the two layers of cotton and plastic between her vagina and everything else.

“Now Bobbi quit being so judgmental,” I said, climbing into the backseat and beginning to tug down Bobbi’s tank top. “Elizabeth may be a diaper-humping little brat. But at least she’s not a cunt-brained rape-slut like yourself.” I emphasized the statement by removing one of Bobbi’s clamps, causing her to let out a little whine.

As soon as Bobbi’s breasts were out, I began to unbuckle Elizabeth’s gag. “Now Elizabeth, go get some of that milk from Mama.”

Elizabeth knew what to do. Maybe she just wanted to hide her face from the world. Or maybe she couldn’t resist those giant honkers any more than I could. She dove in, wrapping her lips around the now exposed and still white and numb nipple, and began suckling and nuzzling it as she continued to hump Bobbi’s leg.

“Peggy, drive us to the supermarket. There’s a few more things I need.” I said, as slammed the side door shut with one hand and I tugged on Bobbi’s remaining clamp with the other. She let out another shriek, although I’m not sure if even she knew it was pain or pleasure.

“Go ahead and thank Elizabeth for sucking on your titty, Bobbi. After all, we both know it’s what you’ve always wanted.”

Bobbi groaned as we exited the parking lot. “Thuh-thank you…for sucking on my-AAH!”

I’d interrupted her with another tug on the chain. With my other hand, I’d taken the dunce cap (the ceiling was too low in the car for Bobbi to wear it and was poking her sensitive boob with it. “That’s nice. But now I want you to thank her for humping your leg with a diaper…I’m sure this is how you always imagined the two of you would end up.”

Bobbi let out a little gasp of pleasure as Elizabeth nibbled at her nipple. Then she let out a little sob of defeat. “Thank you…thank you for humping me in a diaper…” (BOBBI: +1 SP)(+84 SP)

When we got to the store, I left both Bobbi and Elizabeth in the backseat of the station wagon, humping and playing with each other’s nipples. Bobbi played with herself even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to cum. Elizabeth, who had the chance to climax, if she just ground herself into Bobbi’s knee hard enough, seemed too far gone to even notice Bobbi kneading and pinching her much smaller breasts.

When I’d gotten what I needed from the store, I put it in the trunk and we headed to Bobbi’s place.

It was much nicer than Peggy’s or Elizabeth’s, a vast and modern mansion filled with metallic sculptures and abstract paintings. The living room area seemed to take up most of the bottom floor and the big glass window that ran down the side of the house offered an ample view of the pool. I guess that being alive a long time meant that your investments paid off, big time.

Elizabeth, who’d been unable to get herself off, was sobbing when we stopped the car. But the threat of getting spanked seemed to quiet her down a little.

Once we were inside I asked Bobbi to go get her PhD and watched as she rushed off, one hand on the dunce cap to keep it from falling. While she was gone, I had the Superbot bring in my last little present for Elizabeth.

“Since you couldn’t manage to orgasm from playing horsey with Bobbi, I’ll give you another chance,” I told her. “You can try again using this. And this time, I’ll give you as long as you want.”

Elizabeth stared at the potty-training seat in horror and disgust. It was bright purple plastic, with a cartoon kitten on the front. Sensing that another tantrum was coming, I stuffed the pacifier back into Elizabeth’s mouth.

“It’s this, or you go another two weeks without orgasming. It’s your choice.” I told her.

She squirmed. She cried. She seemed to beg through her gag. But eventually, she set about the task of humping the plastic potty with her diapered crotch. (ELIZABETH: +1 SP)(+89 SP)

When Bobbi got back, she could barely look at Elizabeth.

“Aren’t you glad that you get to hump something much more dignified?” I asked as I took the Ph.D. from her.

She stared at the framed scroll with horrible understanding, then the Superbot came up behind her, using one hand to tear off her jeans, then using both hands to grab her thighs and hoist her into the air, with her feet above her head.

“Now, all you have to do is ask me to let you masturbate with your Ph.D.,” I told her, rubbing the edge of the frame against the mound beneath her exposed lavender panties.

She groaned and pressed herself against the edge, her legs kicking. Then she nodded.

“Spit it out, stupid.” I ordered.

“Please…masturbate me with my PhD.” Bobbi groaned, her hips wiggling, the dunce cap threatening to wobble off her head. (BOBBI: +2 SP)(+86 SP)

“Miss Lane, you seemed to enjoy pleasuring Miss Morse earlier. Why don’t you do the honors?” I said, handing her the Ph.D. Lois looked hesitant as always but then she squatted on the carpet and began to do as commanded.

I kissed Peggy and stuck my hand between her legs as Bobbi and Elizabeth orgasmed behind us, their moans of mortification quickly drowned by their shrieks of pleasure.

Altogether it was a wonderful afternoon for everybody.