MIDNIGHT Ep. 081: CATNIP

Charleston, South Carolina!

A procession of FBI units escorted Santee elder Nodin Merrick through the relaxed traffic of the city. After a gun battle three times in two days over the body of former elder Raymond Scott, law enforcement needed a breather. Special Agent Don Monroe had been working for 24-hours straight without so much as a Red Bull to pep him up. Leading Merrick personally, he aimed to lessen his burden by sending Nodin's daughter Crimson home. One less worry on his docket.

Reaching the former home of Professor Tomas Sylver, Monroe pulled through the gates as followed by Nodin and his daughter's girlfriend Jasmine Riviera. Gate security prevented Nodin's biker club escort from entering but regardless the group dispersed and surrounded the estate. It certainly made the FBI more focused, not knowing the biker's intent until Monroe told them all to stand down. Uneasy at best!

Halted at a circle drive Monroe parked with Nodin behind him. Meeting up on the sidewalk leading indoors Monroe sized up the Santee millionaire and the slacker looking girl beside him in a stocking cap. In this heat? Fashion statement was all he had. "Sorry we couldn't allow your entourage inside. It's safer keeping the congestion to a minimum."

"I understand completely." Nodin shook Monroe's hand. "I merely asked the REZistance to secure our safety should anything further disrupt this reunion with my daughter. If I had known things like this would happen, I would have insisted Crimson stay home."

"It's hard to predict anything anymore. And this young lady is... "

"Jasmine! Crimson's true love it seems." Nodin actually squeezed Jasmine's shoulder lightly with acceptance. It made her smile at least. "She is new to our family."

"Not Santee, I presume."

"No! I met Crimson online. I'm from... elsewhere. I moved to South Carolina to be with her. Can I go find her?"

"Nick Sanchez can vouch for Miss Riviera." Nodin swallowed before admitting his adversary might be useful in the moment. While they had ironed things out, old dogs like Nodin were resistant to rolling over on command.

"He does, does he?"

"I work for Nick. Computer geek."

"His... shadow?" Monroe narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, no! I'm nowhere in her league. Protege, I guess. And no, I don't know her true identity, I only hear her voice when required. She's awesome by the way."

"And likely illegal as Hades. I'll let it slide; she's been very helpful in all of this. You did not hear me say that. Ordinarily, it would be my job to bring someone like her in."

"Good luck with that. She's fifty steps ahead of everyone." Jasmine geeked out, eying a camera over the front door watching. Waving at the camera she giddily called out, "Hi, Mom!" Hundreds of miles away Eloise Dyson busted a gut. The kid had spunk.

"Anyway! Let's not go inside." He lifted up his cellphone and dialed a number. "Bring Miss Merrick out." Three minutes later the front door opened and out stepped Agent McKenna Grace looking fresh and in uniform now that it had been laundered after her ordeal in the sewer system. Behind her, Crimson eased around with her duffle bag of belongings and hugged McKenna to her surprise.

"Thanks for being here for us."

"Anytime! Have a safe trip home."

"Keep Lillian alive. I love my girl. Well, that girl." She pointed at Jasmine. "You know what I mean."

"I do. It was a pleasure knowing you, Crimson. Stay out of trouble."

"With that one? I doubt it." She blushed! "Bye!" Moving on Crimson united with Jasmine in a loving embrace. Before even breaking away Crimson used one arm to reach out for her father. Stunned slightly, Nodin did the right thing and joined in on the three way hug. As uncomfortable as it was showing emotion, he did love his kid. Acceptance was getting there.

"You are unhurt?"

"I'm fine! Max and McKenna are bad asses. Give them raises." She spoke to Monroe.

"Under consideration! Keep in touch, Mister Merrick. At least until you return to the REZ."

"Yes! Of course! Has there been any word from Newton Waterfall about the gunman at the press conference."

"Nothing! What can he say really. We've learned the shooter's identity and know he was pressured into firing on the elders. His wife was held hostage until he succeeded. A suicide mission in the long run. Well, unintentional suicide. Cyanide tooth according to your REZ forensics team."

"That really happened?" Crimson flared her eyes. "Is Mikaela, okay?"

"She is. I left Calvin Heavy-Feather behind to keep her safe. The club remains open and in need of her guidance."

"Right! Can't close down even during an assassination attempt." Crimson rolled her eyes. Monroe sighed, agreeing with the girl. That was Nodin's business, not his. "Let's go, Jasmine. You can drive the Jag; I just want wind in my hair."

"I had our people bring in a gas can and filled the tank so you wouldn't need to make a pitstop."

"Speaking of, be right back." Jasmine isolated herself behind some thick shrubbery and squatted. Her bladder needed to feel relief. Monroe just shook his head.

"Thank you again, Special Agent Monroe. I speak for my people in saying thank you for bringing home our warrior. Raymond Scott was a very good leader. Please discover who took his life and placed him at Harbinger Shoals."

"We have the best on it. After so many years it might be impossible unless we catch a break as to who is sending mercenaries to cover this all up. So far, I'll freely admit that it's a needle in a haystack. Sanchez believes this is a militarized sanction. If anyone should know, his background speaks volume. Be glad that he's on our side."

"Any word on when we may bring Raymond home?"

"Let us exhume his remains and bring them to the REZ for around the clock security. Shadow tells me that the REZ will be breaking ground on a tomb specifically for Mister Scott in the coming day or two. Your people are hungry for a hero."

"Indeed! Raymond meant a lot to his people. I will devote my own resources to assist in getting the job done within days."

"Perfect! Maybe within a day or three Raymond can rest on familiar soil. Have a safe trip home, Merrick." Hands shaken Nodin moved to the red Jag where Crimson and Jasmine relaxed.

"Stay closely behind me. I will have the REZistance surround us all of the way back."

"On your tail dad." Jasmine spoke then gnashed her teeth. "Too soon?"

Nodin merely patted her on the shoulder and went to his car. Taking the lead, he was greeted by bikers outside the gates. The procession united once again they organized and hit the open road. Nodin wished he had pulled up that shrubbery himself. Ten miles out of the city he resorted to pulling into a roadside stop to take a leak. In doing so, Jasmine made a break for it and hit the gas. With the REZistance caught off guard, the back half gave chase. You try keeping up with a Jaguar.

"Wind in your hair Baby!" Jasmine howled!

"Moves like Jag... grrr!" The radio erupted! Eloise Dyson cackled and played the Rolling Stones song Start Me Up. "Wooooohoooo!"

Crimson just knew she was going to be turned over her father's knee. She warned Jasmine to expect a red ass of her own. Yikes!

Cellphones off!

********

Back at the Sylver... nay, the Sanchez estate!

Agent Don Monroe touched base indoors with McKenna Grace and Maxine Park. Lillian Bearpaw napping upstairs with a guard posted outside her door rested peacefully.

"High alert! It's obvious enough to me after that REZ shooting that anyone can be blackmailed into service. Cummings wife having her brains blown out concerns me as much as her husband's cyanide dirt nap."

"Let's pray the Merrick's make it home safely." Maxine stretched! "I'm going to need a massage after this."

"Don't look at me." McKenna grinned! "I need to keep my trigger fingers in shape."

"Less goofing off! I know you two are getting tight, but stay professional until the coast is clear. Bearpaw might still be targeted. If Sanchez hadn't insisted that she resolve her duties here at the college, I'd order her back into his care. I understand tying up loose ends though."

As Don continued talking Maxine caught movement in a glass curio with a mirror background. Remaining calm she spotted a young Asian man in black using his hands as if offering her a massage. Amused but keeping a straight face, she resorted to thought.

"Chang Wook! He always did give the best body massages."

Looking about she did not see his physical body. Trained to perfection that could rival any Japanese Ninja, her Korean ally was a ghost to anyone else. A second curio found the loyalist's partner Ho Yeon, he dressed in white, wagging a finger at her and pointing at himself before also mimicking a massage.

"Yin and Yang! Dueling over who gets to lay hands on me. Mm! All in good time, Boys! All in good time!"

Attention focused once, she listened to every word Monroe offered up. It was going to be a long few days babysitting the sex slave. Still, the confidence that Nick Sanchez seemed to have in her, in McKenna, was filling her soul with pride. She had no idea what her future would be like now that all of these chance meetings with both criminal elements and charming bed fellows had mounted up. What she did know was being a forensics photographer was less rewarding.

"Let's get through the next two weeks and discuss changes. I did make calls about your performances the last two days. While McKenna here followed much of the action by the book, Maxine did not."

"Did I have a book to follow? My career choice was not as extreme as others. I refined my talents somewhere other than Quantico."

"Seoul! I get it, Park. You carried over your degrees and met the criteria we needed here in the states. The higher ups are impressed with your skills behind a lens as much as seeing you in battle mode. They observed your fighting prowess over the parking garage cameras the day before last. If the camera feeds here at the mansion weren't blacked out, they would have compared notes."

"Well, on the bright side they did not see me fight in only nail polish and lip gloss."

"True! Caught off guard like you were, I'm certain they would have cut you some slack if they had. At any rate I'm going to say this, I'm proud of the both of you. Is this how it is done?" Don actually shared his best attempt at a bow, Korean style. "I had to look that up."

"Aww! Thanks, Don!" Instead of bowing back Maxine put her arms up, snapped her fingers and did a jiggle dance in step. "Did I do that, right?" Reflections casting thumbs up, agreed with her.

"Mad respect! Let me get on out of here. I want to stop by the hospital and check on Ramirez."

"Give him our love." McKenna shook her head at Maxine. As soon as Monroe turned away, she made the very same dance move as Max had. Too funny! In the curio cabinets the reflections of Maxine's bodyguards joined in that dance.

Good times had by all!

********

Coastal Waiter's Diner! Caretaker, South Carolina! Beachfront BUFFet.

"Don't you two have fish to catch?"

Caprice Comstock finished up her shift at closing time. Literally, everyone had paid their tabs and went on back to their boring life. All but Durby Carlyle and Meryl Fuddy. The old farts were destined to be her best customers it seemed.

"Can't get enough of you, CC." Meryl chuckled and placed a ten-dollar bill between his lips hoping she might venture forth to collect it. With Naomi Walker in back helping put food away CC had free reign to do as she pleased. Not that she didn't, even with Naomi hovering. "Smother me with lovin'!"

"Last call!"

She eased in front of him at his table and straddled his knee, one leg to each side. Bending forward she compressed her 38C's around his cheeks and collected that ten with grace, smothering him in perfume and bulging talent. He motorboated her the best he could before giving up the catch of the day. Seeing her fluffy response, Durby wanted in on that. A second ten between his dentures he mumbled. "Reelin' her in!"

"Allow me!"

A voice behind him made Durby turn in his seat to see a far bigger fish. Fellow food connoisseur Opal Savage had done the unpredictable and had stripped out of her black sports bra and tight spandex shorts. Tennis shoes and bobby socks left on, she shook her big chocolate titties at them and swooped in. Breasts crushing around Durby's cheeks she collected her own tip and accepted lip. A double lap dance between couples were pursued just for laughs.

"Better sell that boat, Durby." CC chuckled gyrating in Meryl's lap. "Your social security check will be spent in one day."

"401K, Baby Girl!"

"Okay, bankrupt in a month."

"You gals made our day."

"Glad we could put a smile on your faces." Opal joined in gyrating, letting Durby palm her twitching ass cheeks. As he puckered up for a kiss the Tigress snarled at him and hopped up. "Keep your ten. I'm not destitute."

"Did I offend you, Miss Opal?"

"Not even! Just controlling my inner kitten." Raging Tigress! The merest sexual conduct in any way had her hormones prowling. "Saving you a hospital visit." A pause later she kissed him on the cheek. "I suppose now that I'm a cop, I need to behave like one." She set out putting her shorts back on over her tennis shoes and followed it up with her sports bra. Just in time, Naomi Walker stepped out of the kitchen none the wiser.

"Let's lock those doors. Time to go Merle and Durby."

"Back to the boat." Meryl sighed! "Home sweet home!"

"You two live on that boat?" Opal grew curious!

"Sure do! No property taxes on it." Durby chuckled!

"You know! I was just thinking as I sat at my booth back there that I needed a place to call home. Some place to hang my dainties!" She smirked! "I'm already tired of hotel rooms and I doubt the Major will want me sharing his manor once it's done."

"I know a few boats for sale at the marina we park at." Meryl shared! "We can check on prices if you want."

"What's the name of the marina?"

"Mermaid's Row! Only marina we have in Caretaker."

"It's right by the Dive Inn, Opal!" Naomi offered insight! "Surprisingly, it's really nice there. A lot of older boats but quite a few new. Dolan's daddy Albert has a boat there."

"Walking distance! You should check it out tomorrow if Nick doesn't have you busy."

"I just might do that. Now that I think about it, Nick's building docks out on Harbinger Shoals. I could probably pull up alongside it and be close when he needs me."

"There you go!" Meryl nodded! "We're living on the good ship Can't Anchor Us, if you want to stop by. We can point out the one's for sale and worth your money."

"You have a stowaway!" She winked! "Give me your car key's, Blondie! I'll go transfer Ali's belongings to Black Box while you and Naomi finish up."

"Just go on ahead, CC. Dreyfus and I can close up. Take these grisly termites with you."

"Awesome! Let me put my bikini back on and I'll meet you outside." Agreeing, the codgers and Opal headed out. Five minutes later CC joined them for that transfer. The old boys helped load up the van then hopped in an old Ford Ranger and headed back into town.

"So, the boat life is for you?" Caprice locked her car and walked to the van, opening the passenger side door.

"Never tried it. Been on my fair share but not to live on one. It just sounds like a short-term solution as long as I'm tied down here in Caretaker."

"Maybe Nick will buy you a boat."

"I can buy my own. The last boat he bought was hauled out to Esteban Amador's property." She laughed! "Not taking any risks. I'd be living on a rubber dinghy."

"That's hilarious! You know how to get to the REZ?"

"GPS without even putting in the coordinates."

"I got you bitches." The radio blurted as the engine fired up on its own. CC bulged her eyes noting no key in the ignition switch.

"When you have a Shadow who needs anything else."

"Right! Hello, Shadow!" CC spoke but thought Eloise after the hacker confiding in her. Keeping her word, Caprice buckled her seat belt and lowered her sunglasses.

"What's shaking, Tits."

"You know me! Always shaking the ladies."

"I already checked the for-sale ads on boats. Sending you pics of three choices. I'd go with the Tracker called the Tigger Shark. Matches the Tigress. You could even change the name to the Tigress Shark."

"Just the Tigress." CC intervened! "The Shark with Tigress sounds catfishy."

"Right! Sounds like a winner. Is it in good shape?" Opal left the parking lot and turned onto the highway.

"Fairly new! 2018 model! The owner passed away and his kids are selling it. Nice living quarters and a small shower. Serves your purpose."

"Send me a pic." Ping! Fast and thorough! Looking at it she let Black Box do the driving. The van had its own autopilot. CC was blown away by the vehicle staying between the lines on the highway and even slowing on its own in traffic. Wow! James Bond much?

"Dang! It looks right up my alley." She shared the pic with CC. "What do you think Blondie?"

"I'd party on that."

"We can christen it together. Shadow? Arrange a looksee for tomorrow. Are the owner's close by?"

"They live up the coast in Daybrook about forty miles South. No docks down there it seems. Owners are Iris and Deidre McAllister, sisters in their 20's. No bites on the boat you might get lucky. Oo!"

"What?"

"Those girls are fine as hell." A pic shared, Opal flared her eyes. "Twins at that! Strippers at a struggling club in Digby called the Dugout. Food for thought! They might be candidates for Nicky's new club."

"Or waitresses at Naomi's new diner." CC pointed out! "Bring them by the diner tomorrow if they show you the boat."

"I'll even buy their lunch." Dyson chuckled! "The new club will take a month or less to build. Maybe we can swoon those two into waitressing until then."

"Only thing is, the diner will close for two weeks while Naomi and Dalton are getting married in Puerto Rico. I know I'm going; I'm her maid of honor."

Turn signal applied as they reached the turnoff to the REZ, CC marveled at Opal not bothering to pay attention. Braking and turning on its own, Black Box continued on. Again, WOW!

"No one left to keep it open?"

"No! Olan and Lynette are going to Puerto Rico too. Nick offered them a caretaker job there."

"Oh, yeah! I did hear that. I bet I get stuck playing cop while you bitches' sip fancy drinks. Nick will count on me to watch over Harbinger Shoals while he's gone. Wait! Will Dolan be going with you?"

"I hope so. It depends on if things get quiet around here."

"Well, he is hiring a staff of new cops so we might survive a week without him. Biles, Koones, Grainger, Murphy, Mellow, and I can probably manage. Who knows he might hire more still. New cop cars are arriving in the next few days."

"If Dolan goes, he will probably enlist Albert to step in for a week. He was the Sheriff before Dolan who jumped in after he retired."

"Nice! Add in Mindy Biles and Britney Saunders as the new dispatchers, Stacy Bell on tap, things might go smoothly."

"REZ ahead!" CC nodded! "Let's drop this shit off fast and head to SanTease, I need to talk to Calvin Heavy-Feather."

"Should I show Boobs Magee what Oliver and the Sheriff's daughter did?" Dyson chuckled!

"Oh, boy! Do I really want to know?"

Her own cell pinging, Eloise sent CC the video collage of Oliver and Alexis Roster engaging in standing sex along the coastal highway. Watching it Caprice sighed. "I miss those days. Not with Oliver, but the exhibition stuff in public." Frowning she did admit, "Ollie was pretty good though."

"Past tense!"

"Right! Calvin isn't so bad either. I'll shut up now."

"You tapped both brothers?"

"Same time! Yes, DP! When you live with one brother, it just happens."

"The entire REZistance like Alexis did?"

"Don't judge me." CC laughed! "It comes with the territory. I was a member of the LEZistance, even if only bisexual."

"So, you own a bike."

"I do! It needs repairs. That's why I only drive my car. I just haven't had time to fix it."

"Huh! I might do you a solid and tinker with it. Pet project."

"You would do that for me?"

"I have some restitution qualities." Opal smirked! "I have three bikes in storage up in Virginia. If I stay here long enough, I might move things here."

"Thanks, Opal!"

"Don't mention it. I'll drop by your place and have a look at it before I start writing speeding tickets."

"It was my grandfather's Harley. It is kind of sentimental. Turn right at the stop sign."

Reclaiming the steering wheel Opal assumed control. Making that turn they drove through poverty and bypassed the Santee Salvation Center belonging to Mordecai Sage. His boys were still outside skateboarding. CC did wave at them in passing. Knowing her from being Oliver's ex they smiled brightly. "They miss me riding my bike in a bikini like this. That's all I ever wore back in the old days."

"I bet the cops here loved you."

"Everyone loved me. I was pretty popular. I even danced at SanTease now and then."

"Stripper back then too?"

"Like I said, exhibitionist. If I could, I'd live in the nude."

"Off to a good start at the diner."

"True!"

"With Nick getting away with what he's doing and you dating the Sheriff, the Mayor allowing it, you could probably commit to that new lifestyle."

"I might push that boundary." She chuckled! "I know I won't get arrested."

"Even on the REZ. If Nick got the approval for Bearpaw to run the new Historical Society in the nude, I'm pretty sure you can go naked in the streets here too."

"I know I could. I'll consider taking more risks."

"I wonder if I can do that. Who needs a police uniform. I'll just wear my badge on a chain and a cap. Gun belt of course!"

"I doubt Dolan would... Mellow Quitely, you said? She's joining the force?"

"You know Mellow?"

"Met her! She pulled Oliver and I over once. Well, she pulled over. Ollie and I were fucking in the Walmart parking lot."

"Give you hell?"

"Watched us! She was cool about it. I think she has a freak side to her."

"Sweet! We have a date once the dust settles around here. I might introduce her to Tigress."

"Be gentle! I know how that shit controls you. I couldn't stop fucking... Dolan's neighbor. I hate you again." She laughed!

"It just takes getting used to."

"Maybe! I just don't want to kill Dolan like you nearly did. SanTease on the left." She pointed! "There's a dirt road out back going up into a rundown trailer park. Follow it up."

"Got it!"

Navigating around the parking lot to the strip club CC spotted Mikaela Merrick out back smoking a cigarette. Reaching over Opal she honked the horn. "Careful what you push. Don't set off the rocket launcher."

"Shit! This rig has a rocket launcher?" Mikki did wave once she recognized CC.

"Black Box is a Sherman Tank with a better body. Relax! It takes a verbal password to even activate the control panel. Notice the dash inseam? It lifts up when I say a certain set of words. Then it's game on!"

"Crazy! You're a regular G. I. Jane."

"That I am! Where to now?"

"That trailer up on the left. That's Ollie and Calvin's hood. Hear the music?"

"The whole REZ can hear the music."

"Blackfoot! Oliver's favorite band from the 70's. The song is Wishing Well. I think he played that for me. Listen to the words."

"I'll take your word on the words. A goodbye song."

"Yep! How much do you want to bet they're fucking even now."

"I hear screaming. I know that's not... " Song ending harmonica music blared. "I know that song. Train! Train!"

"Ha! Ali's theme song!"

"Sad!"

Parking behind Oliver's motorcycle they got out and walked up to the front door. Wide open sure enough Ali was straddling Oliver's lap and doing all the work. Opal cocked a brow at how energetic the kid was. That little whore definitely had rhythm! "Big boy!" She did note the veiny thickness of Oliver's cock.

"Don't remind me!" CC beat on the storm door. "HEY! COME GET YOUR SHIT!"

Startled, Oliver looked around Ali and held her tiny body close as he stood tall carrying her along with him. Ali was so in tune she didn't even acknowledge CC. Ollie however opened the screen door.

"One moment!"

He smirked and braced Ali against the inner door and rammed his cock like a thunderous stampede until petite little Ali lost her mind. Once he snarled and detonated inside of her he lifted her off of his cock and let her slide down the door to the floor. Peering down at her he stroked his cock and splattered her with leftover droplets of semen.

"I will help haul her boxes."

Nudging CC and Opal to part, he stepped out between them and walked naked out to the van. Dyson opened the side door for him. Puckering at the van having a mind of its own he began stacking boxes and carrying them to the deck. Opal could only stare at his ten-inch behemoth. His muscles were off the charts. CC had to slap Opal to break her trance.

"And you left, Tonto?" CC just flipped her off! "Ali! Get your ass up off that floor and help."

Climbing to her feet Alexis licked her lips and fed herself his droplets. "Hey! I'm eating dinner."

"I will get the boxes. You clean my plate." He joked with a straight face.

"Best house whore ever!" Ali was giddy!

"Let's take a walk, Opal." CC rolled her eyes and took the lead. Opal knowing that Dyson would lock up and drive Black Box down the hill followed that perfect ass. CC, not Oliver! A few glances back she gave up.

"Christ, that man is built. You chose Dolan over Dwayne the Rock with a Johnson?"

"Just stop! Ollie was, is, still an asshole. You have no idea what he put me through."

"And the Sheriff wants that for Alexis?"

"He gave up on her. She has to learn on her own."

"Hell of a way to be tutored." Groaning, CC walked faster. Opal had struck a nerve.

Back at Black Box, Oliver prepared to grab the final box when he heard a "Psssst!" Looking around he saw no one. Shrugging, something fell from a padded roof compartment down onto the carpet. Plucking it up he looked at a vial of green liquid. T16R355 on the label he shook its contents. "Yo! No more than two drops in a 24-hour period or you won't be able to lose your teepee."

"Who is there?"

"Your Shadow! That vial is a wish you two well gift. It's a hundred times stronger than Viagra. It brings out the beast in anyone digesting it. Just take my advice. Two drops for you, one for Missy there. Don't risk more than that or you might kill one another. Our secret!"

"As you say." Sitting the box back down he unscrewed the cap and sniffed it. "Smells like piss."

"Tiger semen! Trust me Tony say's, IT'S GRRRREAT!"

Chuckling Ollie sampled a droplet and puckered. "Minty!"

"Have fun! Grab that box, I need to tail the Tigress." Claimed and stepping back the door hissed shut and locked. Engine firing up, Ollie observed the van back up without hitting anything and drive off.

"Manitou!"

You could say that!

********

Across the REZ at another trailer park called Civic Duty Way.

"So, this William Moulton Marston created this Wondrous Woman to be tortured and abused by men."

"But she always escapes and fights back until justice is done."

Lucas Porcupine sat on his dilapidated sofa with busted frame sharing his love of comic books. Since adopting the domineering tone of the villainous God of War, Ares, during roleplay with Lillian Dawn Bearpaw, he could not get enough of the Amazon's adventures. Explaining the character to Irene Amador, well, Zera without a last name, she was quite invested. Lucas was not even concerned about her nudity as she sat sideways on his sofa facing him. After she saved the day at the press conference he was worshipping her like she was Princess Diana.

"I see! Rub my feet." She claimed his comic flipping through pages as she stretched out forcing her feet into his possession. Left foot in his lap, right foot alongside his left profile. "Pamper me as you would Kami's other whores."

"Uh! Okay! This feels weird!"

"Why? Because my body is far superior to theirs? It will only get better as I train with the Savage."

"The savage? Vandal Savage? He's a bad guy."

"The Nubian in the black van."

"Oh! Opal! So, you want to build up your muscles so you can be a real superhero."

"Am I not a goddess already?"

"In my eyes. You were awesome climbing up on that news van and battling the gun guy."

"As well as punishing the pastor."

"But he's your brother."

"I have NO siblings."

"Not even Tilly Cooper?"

"Pathetic! She is frumpy and weak. Afraid of her own shadow."

"I think she's nice."

"Ares becomes less worthy of his title."

"Hey!" He tickled the bottom of her foot. Eyes flaring she lowered her comic book and stared at him. "I found your weakness."

"You found nothing! I feel nothing!"

She was proven wrong as she began flinching over his fingertips taunting assault. Her right foot smudging his facial features she shoved her toes into his mouth without warning. Now his eyes were bulging to accompany hers. Swallowing dryly, he became afraid to retreat. She too found this uncomfortable.

"Bah! I would kill you in a day. Three days with you will be far too much."

"Are you worried what the doctors might say? I kind of am. My nose bleeds are getting worse."

"I fear nothing. I am invincible. You have seen that my burns have healed."

"That is pretty remarkable. How did you do that? Are you a mutant like Wolverine? He has a healing factor." He rifled through his stack of comics until finding an X-Men cover with him on it. Looking at his claws then her fingernails she puckered her lower lip. Weapons indeed!

"I do not know. I have simply evolved."

"I like the new you. Although, seeing you naked is... disrespectful."

"I will never wear clothing again."

"Even if Mister Sanchez says you have to?"

"He and only he will define my destiny. Let others suffer their attempts."

"You want to be like Midnight and serve him, don't you. I mean you followed his order to stay with me."

"That petty creature is unworthy of his greatness. I will inspire him. I would gladly perish for him, if I could die. As said, I am invincible."

"You bleed like I do. You have visions like I do. What do you see?"

"Vile things! The brother to my former skin hides a dark secret."

"Mordecai does? Like what? He bumped into me at the meeting and I saw something too. I don't know what to make of it though. I saw a gun fired."

"Was it he who shot?"

"I don't... maybe it was a premonition of the shooter you tackled."

"Ah! I merely sense treachery, he reeks of it."

"Can you close your legs." He blushed!

"Do you fear my vagina?"

"Uh! No! I just... you always treated me like a son when you visited the REZ. Back before my parents died. When I had no one."

"That was the body bag I left behind. You are nothing but a toy to me."

"Toy? I don't like that. I AM ARES!"

"Prove it!"

She threw her comic onto the coffee table then moved with blinding speed until straddling his lap. Gyrating her pussy along his inseam he had a panic attack. "Ares would wage war with me. Fight back!" She planted her chest into his face, a nipple forced between his lips. His oxygen cut off, Lucas patted at her hips hoping she might release him. "Devour me, Great Ares. If not, you are unworthy of your position."

"GET OFF OF HIM!" The door to the trailer opened and Wanita Bearpaw rushed in and dove at Zera. Grabbing her by her hair she toppled her back over the coffee table. The thing was, she pulled Lucas up and over with her. Now he was in a missionary position, her legs wrapped about his waist. "YOU ARE EVIL! RELEASE LUCAS THIS INSTANT."

"He is unworthy. The war is over." Zera pushed him off of her and rolled to her feet. "I would retire to my throne room." As she walked down the hall she slammed the bedroom door behind her.

"Are you alright, Lucas?"

"I guess I get the couch."

No blanket! No pillow!

********

The beach house of Marcus Jericho. Borrowed by Nick Sanchez! 9:10 PM!

Pulling the 4Runner into the garage Nick sat in the cab alone looking through his rearview mirror at his slave Midnight Amador. Dorei was in love with her suction dildo planted firmly on the metal sheet of the truck bed. Squatting over the thick toy with her arms held over her head by tethers as support, they prevented her falling off the dropped down tailgate. She rode it like a champ. The bumps in the road, the sway of driving, her body greedily played shock absorber.

She had existed on that toy for over five hours, abusing her cunt in the most glorious of ways. Even as Nick had drinks at Melvin's Pub with of all people, the only father she had ever known, Esteban Amador and her true father, Samuel Bearpaw, she maintained plenty of sexercise.

Parked downtown in Caretaker with traffic going by, folks stopping to watch her cum time and time again, she thrived on putting on her best show. Cell cameras recording her were Nick's source of knowing if she were in trouble, his hacker Eloise Dyson swiping footage and patching it into his cell as an early warning system. With no danger arriving, he let the voyeurs enjoy her.

After two hours of drinks and the discussion of business, Nick returned to shoo off younger men on bicycles and sat there on the tailgate listening to Midnight tirelessly moan. It gave him time to think on events over the last few days.

Shooters! Assassination attempts! Bomb's set to destroy the remains of Raymond Scott, very possibly the mansion above him. None of this settled well with him. He liked what he was building here in Caretaker.

It became obvious that someone knew of the tunnel system beneath his home and the crypt in order to send a demolition man down through the access gate hidden in a thicket. If not for a pesky raccoon, all might have been lost. Between the varmint and the gator Steeltoe he had the best guard dogs ever.

"I need to put my groceries up." Before coming home, he had stopped at Caretaker's only grocery store Shoreline Foods. Steaks, potatoes, and broccoli sounded good.

Having sat so long in the garage, the sensor light went out leaving them in darkness. Only the tide colliding with the shore and Midnight's call to cum kept him company. His belly growling interrupted his peace. He realized that he nor she had eaten since breakfast. Beer in his stomach was all he had to sustain him. It felt good to loosen up a little, even if the company he kept were drunkards.

Bartender Minerva Robinson was a pleasant diversion, however. Her father's bar had been in his sights since he first drove around town. Not as a destination of swill but as a gauge to how Caretaker's populace spent their very last dollar. It amazed him how the poor thrived and still survived here.

Their dedication had inspired him to uplift the community and breathe new life into its cancerous lungs. By cancer, he knew without his help the town would die in ten years or less. All it had going for it was a stellar beach and a few ritzy beach houses like the one he was currently residing in. A quiet getaway it was! This area was beautiful!

"Minerva has spunk. She will definitely be useful in the future. Her father selling his bar to me means I can tear it down and decide on something better suited to keep Caretaker's blood flowing. Question is, what is that new asset. I have time to worry about that. It's not a priority. Let's unload Midnight and fix dinner before bed."

Climbing out he made his way to the bumper and stepped out of the garage. Inhaling the evening breeze off of the Atlantic he eyed distant lights of oil tankers and cargo vessels heading out to parts unknown. It made him envious!

"I need to call dad and let him in on the Puerto Rico trip with Naomi and Culpepper. I'm hoping I can coax him into moving down here so he can retire in luxury. With it being just he and his dog Sniper, my dog, he has nobody up there in Buffalo. I miss Sniper but he better serves dad right now than me hauling him all over. We'll all be reunited soon enough. I bet dad and Albert Roster would be fishing buddies. In ways they are a lot alike."

Sighing, he ventured up to the tailgate and looked at the metal plate beneath her body. "I'm going to release you now. There is a bucket, sponge, and dish soap on the work bench by the door. Stretch your limbs, fill the bucket, wash up your mess in the bed here. Clean your toy thoroughly and put it in the glovebox for another day. After that go out on the back deck and shower up. William has the night off so we're on our own." He untied her wrists and ankle supports.

Free, she leaned forward and rode her toy vividly. He had to give her credit, her dosage of X-AP347 had expired in her system long ago and she was still hellbent on getting off. He knew she felt compelled to live up to his expectations.

"You have thirty minutes to complete your tasks, or I deny you quality time with me. It's getting chilly; I'm going to start a fire and make us dinner. Cum hard and move your ass."

"Yes, Kami!"

Abandoning her, he headed indoors. Groceries put away, Chef Ismael Nicolas Sanchez set out to light the oven and get his steaks prepped. Microwave baked potatoes nuking, broccoli boiling. While things were progressing, he started the gas fireplace and left the living room lights out to enjoy the glow.

As he stood watching the flames flicker, he noticed Midnight hurrying up on the back deck through the glass wall. The shower out on the deck allowed him to observe her cleaning herself up. He had a chuckle recalling Zera using the hair removal lotion thinking it soap. Midnight knew not to touch that stuff at least, already groomed with it a week ago now.

Her beauty in the moonlight kept him entranced. "I'm a lucky man. Interesting how Midnight figured out I was drugging her. Of course, she knows her own body and the increases to her hormones was likely a telltale sign. I can only imagine Bearpaw senses it too. They won't argue out of fear I'll release them. Hmm! I have an idea!" Once dinner was ready that is.

Checking his steaks they needed more time, so he checked out the cleansed truck bed and found it shining. Bucket put away without his own efforts, he closed the garage door down and opened the glass door to the deck for her to enter once clean. Setting the table was his next move then he went to change his clothing. Opting to wear shorts and a plain black t-shirt. He led a simple life concerning attire.

Thirty minutes expiring Midnight dried herself and dropped to her knees in the opened doorway. He left her looking at the floor until he served her a portion of each food item on a plate resting under the table. One last thing before he sat down. He took out the vial of X- AP347 and sat it next to her plate and water bowl. Nodding, he sat a napkin in his lap then whistled!

"Come and get it."

Crawling through the home she ventured beneath the table and leaned over her food awaiting him to say dig in.

"You already know the special seasoning. From here on, I'm letting you dose yourself. The last dose I gave you was five drops. I do not advise using all of it at once, you might never stop screaming."

"Would that be so bad, Kami?"

"Experiment! Double the dose. If you cope, we can add more come tomorrow."

"Ten drops!"

"Yes!"

Without watching her, he heard her open the vial and use its eye dropper. His hearing acute, he could actually decipher each drop as the plunger was squeezed. At ten compressions he expected her to stop. She inevitably added an eleventh drop.

"Living dangerously!"

"I had a gun barrel up my vagina."

"True!" Bottle sealed she slid it out from under the table and next to his left foot. He left it there for now. "Savor each bite."

"Compliments to the chef!" She smothered her face into her plate and ate without the use of her hands or utensils.

"Compliments to the whore!"

Slurping water was a bit entertaining!

For dessert he allowed her to lick his toes.

After said toes played with her pussy.

Catnip, indeed!