The Return Of Mutant Y
by Sonofjack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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(A brief note to the readers: This is a sequel a story posted on Amy's
Conquest called Mutant Y. This story picks up approximately a year and a half
after the end of the first story.)

Frank was naked in bed with his two girlfriends. They were naked too. As
usual, they were taking care of his every need. "Just tell us what you want,"
said the breathtaking blonde.

"We're here for you," said the devastating woman with the jet black hair.
"That means that we will do anything it takes to please your cock."

"We'll kiss it," said the blonde as she tenderly kissed Frank's cock.

"We'll lick it," the black haired beauty said as she licked the length of
Frank's shaft.

"We'll suck it," said the blonde as she put the tip of Frank's cock into her
mouth and began to suck.

"We live to take care of you and your cock," said the woman with black hair as
she licked and kissed Frank's balls.

"Um hmmm," agreed the blonde who could not be more articulate because her
pretty mouth was full of Frank's throbbing cock.

"We'll make you cum whenever you want."

"UMMMM HMMMMMM" agreed the blonde more emphatically.

The girl with the dark hair moved up and put her big tits into Frank's face.
"We'll let you suck our big tits whenever you want."

"Will you beg me?" Frank asked.

"Of course, Baby, if that's what you want. Please, suck my big, fat, full tits
while I rub them in your face, Baby. Please, Baby, I'm begging you to suck my
big, round tits. They're so fat and full and they're just for you." Of course,
Frank was already dying to suck her big tits, but hearing her beg made sucking
them that much sweeter.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM" the blonde with her mouth full of Frank's cock hummed
contentedly as she began to use her hands to softly, lovingly fondle his
balls..

"Please, Baby, suck Mommy's big, round, fat titties," one of his lovers
continued to beg while he suckled first on one big tit and then the other.
"Suck on my tits like a baby," she urged while his other lover worshipped his
cock and balls.

Having one hot girl rubbing her fat, round tits in your face while another hot
girl gives you a mind-bending blowjob is pretty much fantasy number one for a
lot of men. For Frank, it was pretty much his reality whenever he wanted it.
He didn't even have to ask. His girlfriends were ready and even eager to
perform any sexual act that Frank wanted, and they were never afraid to
instigate or experiment. And if Frank was interested in being with only one of
them for a change, the other accepted it with no jealousy.

Frank's two girlfriends were hopelessly devoted to him beyond all reason.
There wasn't any logical explanation for their willing, enthusiastic
servitude. Neither of his lovers was submissive by nature. In fact, they were
quite to opposite. Furthermore, this wasn't the first time Frank had more than
one extremely attractive girlfriend at a time. He'd had as many as three at a
time. And all the woman and girls that Frank had been with had another special
characteristic beyond being very beautiful and very willing to please.

It was for this reason that Frank was convinced that he had a mutant
superpower. He didn't have the power to shoot red beams from his eyes. He
didn't have the power to form ice out of the moisture in the air. He couldn't
control the weather. His mutant superpower was waaay better and more useful
than any of those. This is why Frank secretly thought of himself as "Mutant
Y", and it was very good to be Mutant Y.

Later that evening ... .

As the unusual trio walked into the sports bar every eye in the place watched
them make their way to their table. The first thing that made the trio so
unusual was that it included not one, but two of the hottest women anyone
there had ever seen. The dark haired beauty was a proud 5'10" with an amazing
32H-24-34 figure. Her jet black flowing tresses reached just beyond her
shoulder blades. Her eyes were dark and inviting. She had high, lovely
cheekbones and a thin, straight nose that turned up slightly at the tip. Her
full lips formed a natural smirk that seemed to say, "Go ahead, I DARE you to
approach me." None but the most confident of men had the guts to take that
dare.

The sexy blonde was 5'6" with a breathtaking 32G-23-32 figure. Her slightly
longer than shoulder-length and her clear blue eyes both shined so bright that
they seemed to have their own light sources. Her nose was straight and
slightly aquiline. Her lips were lush and pouting and made for kissing among
other things.

The two devastating lookers wore matching little black dresses that clung to
every supple curve of their lovely bodies and made it clear that both women
were "going commando". Their large breasts strained the spaghetti straps that
held their dresses up. Their bare arms looked fit and toned and made it clear
that these two women were not strangers to the gym. Their short skirts
extended about six inches below their tight, round asses and revealed shapely,
muscular, gorgeous legs.

As the two spectacular hotties walked to their table with their companion, the
rest of the bar patrons watched and listened to the "click, click" of their
six inch heels. Not all women can walk so well in six inch heels, but these
two could. They made it look easy. They seemed to glide along so easily that
it made those watching wonder what else they made look easy.

The third member of this trio was a 5'7" inch, male with a doughy middle and
droopy, weak shoulders. He looked weak all over. His round face, short hair
and bland features was reminiscent of a real life, adult Charlie Brown. Even
though he was barely twenty, his hair line was beginning to recede. He also
wore glasses.

Of course, it wasn't that unusual for extremely attractive women to have
sycophantic male admirers around to scrape and bow before them, buy them
drinks and flatter them until something better comes along. The "something
better" is usually a rich and/or attractive alpha male who inevitably whisks
away the lady leaving the wimpy male with only his memories and his
masturbation fantasies.

What was unusual in this case was that the two bountiful beauties seemed to be
fawning fawn all over this excruciatingly average man. "Damn! He must be a
tech billionaire" thought a few observers. But most of the men in the room
were busy licking their lips. They considered the two beauties rich booty ripe
for the plunder (pun intended).

The blonde got up and glided to the bar. She ordered two cocktails and a
Coca-Cola, and carried them back to the table. The Coke was for the wimp.

This particular sports bar had all the usual trappings of several TV's tuned
in to various ESPN's and Big Ten Networks and signed jersey's hanging from the
walls. It was also a sports bar in the sense that most of the clientèle was
made up of athletes from the local state university. On this otherwise quiet
Tuesday night, several members of the university's defending national
championship wrestling team were in attendance.

Meanwhile at the table, the sexy blonde whose name was Diana observed, "It
shouldn't take long now."

"That's for sure," agreed Linda, the dark haired one, "Look at all those
jockstraps trying so hard not to look over here and failing. A few of them
will approach us within the next 60 seconds."

"You can't blame them," said Diana, "Damn, Linda, you looks so hot in that
dress that even I'm getting a woody!"

"You look just as delicious," said Linda with a wicked smile. They were both
right.

"What should I do?" asked Frank.

"You? As usual, Lover, you just sit back and enjoy the show," Linda replied.

"Of course, Baby," echoed Diana, "You just watch while your Wonder Twins toy
with the big, strong athletes." "Wonder Twins" was the nickname that Frank had
for Linda and Diana.

"Okay," replied Frank. He could feel his cock getting hard in anticipation.

Fifty-eight seconds after Linda predicted, two of the wrestlers walked over
the table. Mike wrestled in the 197 weight class and Tag, who weighed 212
pounds, was the heavyweight. They were both defending national champions and
planning to make the leap to international competition. They looked like twin
peaks of muscle with heads (though, oddly, no necks).

"What are your names?" Tag asked the women.

"Betty and Veronica," Linda replied sarcastically.

"Hi, Betty and Veronica," Mike said. He didn't bother to ask which was which.
"Could we buy you ladies some drinks?"

"No thanks, we're already with someone," Diana replied sweetly.

"You mean this guy?" Tag snorted, indicating Frank.

"You figured that out all by yourself?" Linda responded.

"So he's buying all your drinks tonight?" Mike asked. He thought he understood
the situation.

"No, we're buying all his drinks," Linda replied, making it clear that Mike
didn't understand the situation at all.

"We take turns," Diana replied cheerfully.

"You buy his drinks?" Tag asked derisively.

"We consider a privilege to do things for him," Diana explained.

"Oh yeah," said Mike sarcastically, "What other things do you two do for him?"

"Why don't you ask him?" Linda suggested, "He's sitting right there."

"What else do they do for you?" Tag snapped at Frank.

Frank seemed frightened by the abruptness of the question. Diana stroked his
arm in supportive way and said, "It's okay, Baby, you can tell them."

Frank thought for a few seconds. "Well ... they do all kinds of things for me.
They take care of me. They tuck me in at night (with their big tits in my
face), and they wake me up in the morning (with my dick in their mouths). They
protect me. They do all kinds of sexual things for me. I mean, ALL KINDS of
sexual things, and let me tell you, it's awesome ... . Oh! And they let me
watch them work out," Frank replied. "That's important. I really like that."
He wasn't saying these things in a boastful way. He was simply answering the
question.

"We do anything he tells us to do," Linda said matter-of-factly.

"Do you cut his meat for him?" Tag asked sarcastically.

"If he wanted us to," Diana said without irony.

"And what does he do for you?" Mike asked. He was expecting one of the women
to reply that Frank paid them.

"He lets us serve him," Diana said with another sweet smile. "If he doesn't,
we beg him until he gives in."

"You mean he doesn't give you money or anything?" Mike asked.

"Oh no!" replied Diana, "We give HIM money."

"You give him money?" Tag asked.

"We're proud to," Diana explained.

"What is your problem," Linda asked Tag, "Are you stupid or something?"

Changing the subject, Diana said, "You two look like athletes. Are you
football players or something?"

"Football players?" Tag asked.

"Do you always speak in questions?" Linda asked.

"What?" Tag responded.

"That's what I thought," Linda said,

"He just means that we're not football players," explained Mike. "We're
wrestlers," he said proudly, "We consider football players pussies."

"But I suppose wrestlers are big strong men," Linda said. It sounded like a
challenge.

Tag flexed his massive biceps. "What do you think?" Linda rolled her eyes.
Diana giggled.

Linda put her elbow on the table and said, "I think that I've got a hundred
bucks that says you can't beat me at arm wrestling."

Mike was still convinced that any money they had was Frank's, and he saw an
opportunity to get some of it. "Why not make it five hundred?"

"Done!" Linda snapped. Mike wondered why she was so eager to lose Frank's
money.

"What handicap do I have to give you?" Tag asked.

"You don't have to give me any handicap," Linda said. She was smiling like a
Cheshire cat. Tag sat down opposite of Linda and the two clasped hands. This
looked like a ridiculous match-up on its face. Linda's arm looked fit and
strong, but Tag's arm looked like it was at least three times thicker and more
muscular. Mike looked at Frank and Diana to gage their reaction to what was
happening. Frank looked very pleased, and Diana was stifling a yawn.

"Start whenever you're ready," Linda said.

"Why don't YOU start first?" The words were hardly out of his mouth when
*SLAM!* Tag's fist was slammed down to the table. Tag's eyes grew wide.

"He wasn't ready!" Mike yelled. He knew that he was on the hook for at least
half of five Benjamins.

"You think she could beat me if I was ready?"

Linda snorted, "Honey, I could beat you on the best day of your life."

"So you don't mind going again?" Mike quickly injected.

"Why would I agree to that? What's in it for me?" Linda asked.

"How about going double or nothing?" Tag suggested. He did not fear losing
again. His tiny brain could not conceive that possibility. By this time, some
of the other wrestlers became interested and were standing around the table
watching.

"Hi, boys," Diana welcomed them.

"Sure, I'll go double or nothing," Linda agreed. She was like a master angler
reeling in a big catch. She and Tag clasped hands and she said, "Start
whenever you're ready," again. This time Tag shut up and pushed. His intention
was to beat Linda as quickly and as decisively as she beat him the first time.
Boy, was he in for a disappointment..

Linda laughed in his face. "You're even weaker than I thought," she said. Her
arm hadn't moved an inch. Tag continued pushing with all his might while Linda
calmly made a proposition.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll let you used both hands. If you win with both
hands I'll pay you a grand. If I beat both of your arms with my one, you owe
me two grand."

Mike yelled "Don't do it, Tag!"

"Don't you think I can beat this bitch"? As ridiculous as that seemed, Mike
had his doubts. However, when Linda made another proposition, Mike couldn't
refuse.

"Not only can I beat both or your arms with my one arm," she told Tag, "But
I'll let you throw in both of your friend's arms too, and I'll still win!" She
sounded so confident, but Mike could not bring himself to believe that one
beautiful, strong woman could outmuscle him AND Tag with just one arm.

"Oh! You're on, Missy," Mike said loudly. Linda smiled at being called
"Missy". Her father called her that when he scolded her. The last time was
when she was fourteen. Her father was rebuking her for staying out past
curfew. She got angry and beat the shit out of him for the first time""all
three hundred and fifty pounds of him. That's the last time her father ever
raised his voice to her. From that point on, Linda was in charge and did
whatever she pleased.

Mike didn't even bother to sit down. He just placed his hands over Tag's and
began to pull on Linda's arm. Her arm didn't budge, but at least she was
showing signs of strain now. Tag and Mike were straining a lot more.

"Are you two ready?" she asked. Neither answered, but they were clearly
pulling with all of their collective might. "I'm going to count to three
before slamming you're arms down because I don't want to be accused of going
before you're ready again. One ... Two ... Three!" Just as she promised, Linda
slammed all four of her opponents' hands down on the table. Mike was actually
pulled off his feet and thrown across the table.

The wrestlers who were gathered around watching were torn about how to
respond. On the one hand, they wanted to cheer for Linda's amazing display of
power. On the other hand, Tag and Mike were their brother wrestlers. Besides,
if they cheered for Linda, Mike and Tag would most likely beat the shit out of
them later.

Mike picked himself off the floor and began ot walk away when he felt a hard
tug on the back of his shirt collar. He was being pulled backwards. "Hold on,
tough guy," Linda said, "You two owe me two thousand bucks."

"Are you crazy?" Tag asked.

Linda let Mike go just long enough to throw Tag over her shoulders into a
painful backbreaker hold. Once Tag was in position, Linda tossed Mike on top
of him and used her powerful arms to apply pressure on both grappler's necks
and legs. Both men screamed in pain. "Are you going to pay off, or do I break
your backs?"

A few of the other wrestlers said things like "Let them go," and "Stop! You're
hurting them!" A few of them began to walk towards Linda and her victims.
Diana jumped up and placed herself between the advancing wrestlers and her
best friend.

"Stop right there!" Diana told the band of bruisers. When one of them tried to
shove the bodacious blonde aside, she grabbed the 172 pound athlete by the
wrist and tossed him across the room.

Meanwhile, Tag and Mike were crying and begging Linda to let them go. "You're
breaking our backs," Mike sobbed.

"Are you going to pay me the two grand you owe me?"

"Yes, yes, anything you want," cried Mike, "We'll pay you three thousand if
you want us to."

Tag was openly weeping. "Will you let us go then?"

"Okay, but where's the money?" Linda asked.

"We don't have it on us," Mike began to explain. Linda applied more pressure
to the broad backs of the champion gladiators. Mike and Tag screamed even
louder than before.

"Please, please, have mercy on us," Mike howled, "We'll get you the money. I
promise."

Meanwhile, Diana was busy keeping all the other wrestlers at bay""a job that
she made look too easy. She would casually toss them to one side or the other,
or knock them out with one punch. When she was down to three opponents, she
decided to tackle them and to engage them in a three against one wrestling
match. With her superior strength, speed and skill, Diana showed the three
muscular men that she had them thoroughly outnumbered.

"I thought you boys were wrestlers," Diana teased. "Here let me show you a few
submission moves." Within seconds, all three helpless men were screaming for
mercy.

As Frank watched one of his gorgeous girlfriends holding two big men across
her strong shoulders while she made them beg for mercy and his other hot
girlfriend taking on a whole group of fighters and defeating them with ease,
he could not decide which one turned him on more. Diana was so sweet, but
Linda was so sassy. Luckily, he knew that he didn't have to choose between
them. Either one of them was ready do whatever he told them to do including
sharing him.

Diana kept putting her opponents into various submission holds. She taunted
them, "My goodness you boys are weak." They were all considered skilled male
wrestlers, and they were doing their best against the sexy supergirl. They
were overpowered and outclassed in every way. They were like small children
compared to the mighty Diana.

They were not like small boys in one regard, however. They all had fully
engorged, adult sized penises which was a natural result of rolling around and
being woman-handled by a supremely hot blonde. When Diana felt the wrestlers'
hard cocks pressing against her, she had to repress a smile. She liked the
idea of filling their hearts with passion and their cocks with surging blood
even while she was filling the rest of their bodies with intense pain.

Even though Diana liked making the wrestlers hard with lust, she was worried
that Frank would notice and become displeased. Her number one priority in life
was making Frank happy. Although she didn't really understand why, Frank's
happiness was more important to Diana than Linda's or even her own happiness.

She trapped one wrestler's neck in the crooks of each of her arms and the
third wrestler's head between her thighs. She did a full body flex which
caused her outclassed adversaries to shriek in pain. Their pain was mercifully
short-lived however since twenty seconds later they were unconscious. It
probably seemed like much longer for her hapless victims.

By now all the other bar patrons had slipped out. All that was left were the
scattered bodies of the eleven or so wrestlers that Diana had knocked out,
Mike and Tag who were still stretched out across Linda's back in her torture
rack and one lone, confused bartender who was reluctant to call the police.
He'd had his own brushes with the law in the past. He didn't trust the police.
Besides, the local mob sometimes used his place to launder money

Instead he called an acquaintance he knew named Salem Hawk. Mr. Hawk was a
fixer of problems. Without going into too much detail, the bartender told Mr.
Hawk that two troublemakers were tearing his bar apart. Mr. Hawk assured the
bartender that some men would soon arrive to take care of the situation. The
bartender was nearly ready to give up when Mr. Hawk's enforcers burst through
the door.

They were four of the meanest looking thugs anyone had ever seen. They were
armed with chains, baseball bats and brass knuckles. Behind the four thugs
there was a handsome young man wearing black pajamas. All five men were under
strict orders from Mr. Hawk to not shoot anyone.

As soon as Linda and Diana saw Mr. Hawk's enforcers, they forgot all about the
wrestlers. They knew who their real enemies were. Linda tossed Tag and Mike
off her shoulders and got into a fighting stance ready to take on the bad
guys. One of the thugs looked at the bartender and asked, "Are these broads
the ones who you called Mr. Hawk about?" The bartender nodded yeas.

"But we can't beat up on women; I got eight sisters!" another thug stated.

"Fuck that shit!" a third goon announced as he advanced towards Linda. He
threw his brass knuckled right fist at the strong girl which she easily
sidestepped. She grabbed his right arm and with a simple twist of her wrist
she flipped Mr. Brass Knuckles through the air. He landed hard on the floor on
his back. She grabbed the fist with the brass enhancements in both of her
hands and began to squeeze. The sound of bones and metal being crushed
together could be heard over the enforcer's screams of pain.

By the time Linda was through, the mob enforcer's right fist was a tangled
mass of bone, flesh, blood and metal. One look at that hand and two of the
hardened criminals turned around and tossed their cookies.

Another thug rushed Linda with an aluminum baseball bat. Diana stepped up and
grabbed the end of the bat with both hands and, using the bat for leverage
tossed the hood holding the other end clear across the room. He was still
flying though the air when he slammed hard against the far wall.

Another punk managed to sneak up behind Diana. He hit her hard across the back
with a wooden baseball bat. Much to his surprise, the bat splintered into a
thousand toothpicks across the sexy babe's back. Linda turned around and faced
her terrified attacker. Her eyes were on fire. "You just made the biggest
mistake of your life," she told him. He would spend the next two years in the
hospital waiting for his many bones to heal and going to rehab to think about
it. He eventually came to the conclusion that she was right.

The fourth villain came at Linda swinging a chain in front of him. With expert
timing, Linda snatched the twirling chain right out of his hand. The hooligan
stopped dead in his tracks. Linda looked him straight in the eyes and with a
wicked smile doubled the chain in her hands and with a flick of her wrists
snapped that chain in two, She didn't bother to give chase when her attacker
turned and ran out the door even though she could have easily caught him.

That left only Linda, Diana, Frank, the bartender and the man in the black
pajamas standing on two feet. Tag and Mike were still awake, but they were too
sore to get off the floor. The man in the black pajamas began to make martial
arts poses, martial arts gestures and martial arts grunts and utterances. "Oh,
look, Linda," Diana said, "It's Enter the Dragon."

"Yes, Diana, whatever will we do," Linda sneered. Diana began to step forward.
"Wait a second," Linda cried, "It's my turn to take out the martial arts
master."

"No, it's my turn," insisted Diana, "Remember, you took out the last martial
arts master""the one at the AC/DC concert last April,"

"Him! Those skeletons who beat up the Karate Kid were tougher than that guy!"

"He still counts."

"Okay," agreed Linda reluctantly.

So Diana walked over the man in the black pajamas and said, "Let's see what
you've got, Chuck Norris." Without warning "Chuck" let fly a flurry of punches
and kicks that were exceptionally fast. His hands and feet were blurs. Diana
was on the defensive, but she was up to the task blocking every fast blow
thrown at her whether from fist or foot.

"Wow, he IS fast," Linda observed. "He looks like he packs a lot of power
too."

"He does," Diana confirmed, "Especially his kicks. I'll bet he could kick a
hole in a single layer brick wall." As she spoke, Diana continued to block
every punch or kick that "Chuck" threw her way. "He's kind of cute too. If I
wasn't completely devoted to Frank I might think about taking this one home
and seeing what else he could do with his hands." This statement did not make
Frank jealous because he knew that Diana wasn't exaggerating when she said she
was completely devoted to him.

Diana giggled like a little girl as she effortlessly repelled all of "Chuck's"
attacks. He was indeed a martial arts master""probably among the top 3% in the
world""and yet he couldn't penetrate Diana's defenses. He kept at it however.
He was in excellent physical condition so he was able to maintain his full
speed attack for several minutes.

Finally, "He looks like he's slowing down," Linda commented.

"He is, but just a tad," Diana confirmed.

"So put him away and let's get out of here," said Linda.

"But I'm having such a good time," argued Diana. Linda looked to Frank for
help.

"Let's go now," Frank said. Upon hearing her master's voice, Diana released a
lightning fast punch that "Chuck" didn't even see coming. He just felt a sharp
pain to his face and blackness. He would wake up hours later with a terrible
headache and a broken nose. He would have been proud if he'd known that Diana
bowed to his knocked out form out of respect for his skill.

At this point, the bartender, not knowing what else to do, pulled out a sawed
off shotgun that he kept hidden behind the bar and said, "Wait just a damn
minute! Who's going to pay for all the damage to my bar?"

"Not us," Linda replied adamantly.

"Surely we can come to some kind of agreement," said Diana as she slipped the
spaghetti strap that was holding her dress up off her left shoulder.

"What did you have in mind?" asked the bartender as he licked his lips. Of
course, Diana had no intention of showing him her magnificent tits. That was a
privilege that no man other than Frank enjoyed. She was merely trying to
distract the bartender long enough for Linda to bolt over and snatch the
weapon from his hands. It was a strategy that worked very well.

Once the shotgun was in Linda's hands, she snapped off the stock and bent the
barrow out of shape with ridiculous ease. She turned to the bartender, reached
over the bar, grabbed him by his collar with one hand and dragged his fat ass
over. "Don't you know that it's not nice to point guns at people""especially
not at defenseless women?"

"I..I..I'm s..s..sorry?" the bartender stuttered.

"Oh, y..y..you're s..s..sorry, huh?" she said.

"Y..y..yes. puh-puh-please d..d..don't h..h..hurt me," he begged.

"Oh, I'm not doing to hurt you," she said, "No, I'm going to do this instead."
The tall beautiful brunette locked lips with the bartender and thrust her
tongue into his mouth. She began doing things with her tongue inside his
mouth""things that no woman had ever done to him before""that sent waves of
bliss surging through his body and soul. The waves then became concentrated in
his balls which exploded with excitement and cause his underwear to fill with
cum. His eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out from the sheer
enormity of pleasure.

Linda let go of his collar and the bartender slumped to the floor. He would
wake up hours later not completely sure if what happened had really happened.
Some experiences are just too big for small minds. He would spend the rest of
his tormented life trying to remember what that kiss felt like, but like a
dream just out of reach, he would never quite recapture it. And just the vague
memory of what he thought it must have been like made it impossible for him to
ever feel aroused by any other sexual experience. Basically, Linda neutered
him.

Linda turned to Frank and said, "Sorry for kissing him like that, but he had
it coming."

"That's okay," said Frank. They both knew that she had punished the bartender
far worse than any physical beating ever could.

Before leaving the bar, Linda and Diana made Tag and Mike crawl around (they
wouldn't be able to walk for a few more days) and go through the pockets of
their fellow wrestles. The Wonder Twins figured that the two still owed them
money. In fact, they promised to pay ten thousand before Linda finally let
them go. They didn't get nearly that much from the combined cash-on-hand of
the college athletes, but the two strong girls knew that they'd taught the two
jocks a lesson.

"And remember, you have to pay all your teammates back," Linda warned them,
"Or we'll come looking for you." This threat sent a wave or terror over the
two defeated men.

Diana walked over to Frank, scooped him up in her strong arms and said, "Let's
go home and fuck now!"

Linda said, "Don't forget me!" Tag and Mike were only barely awake at this
point. They were in excruciating pain and they were terrified that Linda or
Diana might inflict more pain on them. They were also more jealous of Frank
than they had ever been of anybody in their lives.

Frank first discovered that he had the mutant power to make girls fall in love
with him when puberty kicked in. He didn't even have to do anything to make it
happen. Stunningly beautiful girls were just suddenly compelled to do whatever
he wanted them to do and asked for nothing in return.

But it wasn't just any beautiful girls that fell for him. In fact, most
beautiful girls treated him like the bland, out of shape average looking guy
that he was. The girls that Frank's mutant powers worked on were all very,
very strong as well as being extremely attractive. And once they fell for him,
they wanted two things above all else. They wanted to fulfill all of Frank's
desires, and they wanted to protect him.

While it was very good to be Mutant Y, Frank's powers were not unlimited. He
could only maintain control power over three women at a time, but while they
were under his thrall, they displayed no jealousy towards one another and were
only too happy to work together to make Frank happy.

The girls that Frank went out with in high school were sweet and somewhat
innocent when it came to sexual matters. They all had sex with Frank either
separately or together, and Frank was very satisfied. However, the girls all
took their lead from Frank, and he was not the most imaginative or adventurous
lover in the world. He was also cautious by nature so he never wanted to push
his luck too hard.

Things changed when he went to college and met Diana and Linda. These were two
women who had experience and were always looking for wild new adventures. They
introduced Frank to a whole new world of wild, uninhibited sex. They
encouraged Frank to challenge them with bold new demands (though Frank
preferred to call them requests). Diana's exact words were, "Please, use our
sexy bodies and our awesome strength any way you want, Frank. Fuck our tits,
our mouths, our pussies or whatever else you feel like fucking. We exist to
make you happy and to bring you gratification."

Sometimes Frank wondered if it was fair to use these women to way he did. He
told himself that his power was no different than if he was born handsome or
rich or athletic or one of the other things that women find wildly attractive.
Deep down he knew this was bullshit, however. In those other instances, the
women still had had freedom of choice. He wasn't sure that the women who fell
so hard for him even had a choice. In fact, the evidence pointed against it.

For example, before meeting him, Linda and Diana were bisexual with a strong
preference for women. They specifically had a strong preference for each other
since each of them was the hottest babe the other one had ever seen. They told
Frank that before him, they occasionally craved dick and went out and got
some. Being so sexy, finding men to fuck wasn't a problem.

"But we never had threesomes before we met you, and we never fucked the same
guy twice." Diana told him.

"And if any guy who didn't take the hint and tried too hard to fuck one of us
a second time, we'd beat the shit out of them," Linda added.

"Mostly you beat the shit out of them," Diana pointed out.

"You beat the shit out of that guy on the lacrosse team," Linda countered.

"Well ... yes, but he made a real nuisance of himself," Diana defended
herself.

"That's true," Linda agreed.

"But sometimes you beat the shit out of them anyway," Diana said.

"Only when they're real putzes," Linda said. She smiled then added, "Or if I
feel like it."

"And even when we did pick up guys, most the time we'd fuck them until they
passed out and we'd end up with each other by the end of the night," Diana
said.

Frank wasn't even sure if what they had could legitimately be called
threesomes. A threesome implies that three people are making love with each
other. When Frank is with Linda and Diana at the same time, they are both
completely focused on him. It's not three people making love with each other,
it's two women showering one man with love. The only time that Linda and Diana
focused on each other sexually these days was when Frank was not around or
when Frank asked them to. He does that sometimes because he likes to watch.

So, Frank pondered if letting these women who had no real choice shower him
with love and affection was ethical. Maybe it wasn't, but what was he to do?
He just wasn't prepared to deny two gorgeous women with beautiful faces and
amazing bodies when they begged him to fuck their fat tits or fill their
lovely mouths with his cum. He could not decide whether it would take an
abundance of stupidity or integrity to pull off a move like that. Maybe both.
Whatever it took, he knew that he didn't have it. Diana and Linda were
addicted to him, and, like most men would, he took full advantage of it.

When Diana and Linda got Frank home from the sports bar, Linda carried him
from the car to the house they shared. Once inside, Diana asked, "What would
you like now, Sweetie?"

"Both of you, take off your dresses," Frank instructed. Back in high school
Frank was still somewhat shy with his girlfriends. Being around Diana and
Linda for so many months had rubbed off on him. He was much bolder and "take
charge" now.

Once their dresses were off, Diana and Linda were standing before Frank in all
their naked splendor. Frank first locked eyes with Linda which was her signal
to approach him first. Frank tended to gravitate to Linda first because she
was three inches taller than him, and he liked that. She walked over, bent
over slightly, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Frank felt her tongue
penetrate his mouth. She did this thing with her tongue where she kind of
twirled it around inside his mouth. This never failed to drive Frank insane
with arousal.

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