--===Justice Seven, Episode 6: Loki's Revenge 1===-- Justice Seven Episode 6: Loki's Revenge 1 _Author's Note:_* This story takes place out of sequence with the Introduction stories. Episodes 1 - 5 take place in order. This story, however, starts immediately following _Episode 3: The Many Faces of Loki_, and progresses from there.* * * "Hey, Sweetie," Wanda said, her voice a welcome, syrupy tone. "You're late, but that's okay. C'mon in." She pulled Paul inside, and gave him a deep, sensuous kiss. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Their kiss intensified as his hands slipped down onto her ass. He'd not had any chance to touch her in the doctor's office the previous week, and he was going to make up for it now, especially since she'd made it abundantly clear that she was interested. She moaned into his mouth, making no moves to push him away. She instead wrapped her arms around him, and began to caress his back. The two stood in the entrance of her home for a long time, kissing and caressing each other. Finally, they broke apart, and she led him through the living room, and into the bedroom. She pulled her blouse off as she walked in, and tossed it into a chair. He'd already known she wasn't wearing a bra. He yanked off his T-shirt as she turned to him. They embraced again, this time her full tits pressed directly against his bare skin, and he loved the sensation. Her tongue was soon inside his mouth, probing and pushing against his own tongue. His hands were caressing the smooth skin of her back, and trying to pull her against him as forcefully as he could. Eventually, Wanda allowed her hands to move down and undo Paul's jeans. She pushed them off his hips, and they puddled at his feet. Paul slipped his hands onto her jean-covered ass as he used his feet to pull his shoes, socks, and jeans off. Once he was done with his dance of disrobing, Wanda pushed his briefs off, as well, He merely stepped out of these, and he was now completely naked. Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, Paul moved his hands from Wanda's ass to undo her jeans. When he had them unfastened, he pulled them and her panties down together, until they fell to her feet, which were already bare. She stepped out of her jeans and, breaking their kiss, pulled him over toward the bed. She pushed him down onto the bed, and looked him over. She loved the look of his jet-black hair, and she once again marveled at his large cock. She let her tongue slip out of her mouth to wet her lips in anticipation. Wanda climbed onto the bed, and she put her head down into Paul's crotch. She licked and sucked at his balls, while her soft hand began to stroke his hard dick. When she felt he was excited enough, she brought her mouth to the head of his prick, and let her lips slide over the sensitive skin. She could feel his shaft penetrating her mouth, and she kept going until she'd taken his whole cock into her throat. It had been difficult, with his size, but she was proud of her talent, and she had worked to manage it. She contracted the muscles of her mouth and throat, and then she slowly began to slip off him, massaging his dick with her mouth. Wanda moved her mouth slowly along Paul's massive length, and then pushed herself back down onto his cock. Once again, she molded her mouth to his shaft, and slowly worked her way off him. She was milking him, trying to coax the cum from his balls. Paul was working mightily to hold off his impending orgasm, but Wanda's mouth was far too talented for that. He grunted, straining to hold back, yet still enjoying the sensation of her hot, tight mouth on his prick. Finally, he let loose a loud groan, along with a massive spurt of his spunk. He blew his load down her throat, and there was little choice for Wanda but to swallow, not that she'd intended to do anything else. Wanda continued to suck him until she'd gathered every last drop of his sperm. She gently released his cock from her lips, and then she moved up his body. She kissed him hotly, again letting him taste himself on her lips. They kissed passionately, and Paul reached up to fondle Wanda's tits for the first time. She moaned at the feel of his fingers pressing into her tender flesh, and she gasped as he focused in on her nipples, and twisted them. The couple continued kissing and groping each other until Wanda felt Paul's erection returning. She reached down with her hand to stroke his length, urging his staff back to hardness. In only a few more seconds, she had him fully erect, and she was more than eager to feel him inside her. Wanda moved on top of him, moving her knees to the outside of his hips, and positioning his cock for her entry. She used her free hand on his chest to push herself upright, allowing his cock to slip inside of her as she went. Paul was in heaven as her tight pussy massaged each inch of his prick as it slipped inside. He fought the urge to ram his hips up into her, as she might have found that painful at this point. He instead reached up and began to fondle her breasts again. As Paul's cock slid further and further into her, Wanda moaned out in pleasure. She'd had a few boyfriends before, but none as big as this, and she was learning that there were ways in which size most certainly *does* matter. She continued to push herself down onto him, thrilling to the feel of being so full. It took her a long time before she felt her pubes pushing against his, and she circled her hips against him, grinding her clit into his pubes and sending shivers throughout her body. Wanda rested a moment, letting her body adjust to its large and welcome intruder. Paul continued to massage her tits, tweaking her nipples and plying the flesh of her breasts. After a few more moments, Wanda began to rise off Paul's lap, and then she sank back down onto it. She did it again, only more quickly, and soon she set up a rhythm. Wanda was riding Paul's cock for all she was worth, and she could feel her heat building within. Paul watched in fascination as Wanda's face took on a look of ecstatic concentration. Her eyes closed, and her cries became louder. She arched her back, pushing her tits more firmly into his hands, and her hips rode him even faster. He could feel the tension building in her body, and it wasn't long before he could almost watch her orgasm wash over her. Her body shuddered repeatedly with the climactic spasms, and she wailed out her pleasure. Paul thrust up into her, sending her even higher, and prolonging her pleasure. He continued to urge her on, until Wanda began to descend from her heights of bliss. Paul slowed his movements, but he did not stop. It was obvious she needed a bit of a breather, but she made no move to get off him, and so he continued to toy with her body. Seeing how out of breath she was, Paul pulled Wanda down against him. They didn't kiss, but instead Wanda laid her head on his shoulder. He held her lightly, his cock still buried deep within her. She took several minutes to try to calm down from her orgasm, and Paul was willing to lie beneath her, his dick buried inside her, his arms wrapped around her. It felt wonderful. Finally, Wanda felt she was ready for more. She pushed herself up slightly, and kissed Paul, hard. He took his cue, and began to thrust his own hips up into her. Wanda groaned at the feel of his big cock moving inside her, and her hips rolled against him. Their kissing continued as he thrust harder and harder, pushing her once again toward her own peaks of ecstasy. After a minute, Paul took hold of her, and they rolled until he was on top. She wrapped her legs around him, and he began to ram into her with all his strength. He plunged deep into her depths, and she would scream with each thrust. Her hips were bucking up to meet his moves, trying to drive him ever deeper into her cunt. Paul was grunting now, lost in the wonderful sensations and the heavenly exertions of the moment. The pair rutted together, moving closer and closer to the edge of joy. Paul leaned down, and they resumed their kissing, without slowing their fucking at all. Their tongues were as entangled as their loins were, and the two were as close to becoming one as is possible. They slipped closer and closer to that edge until they finally plunged over it. Paul's dick jerked as he let loose an explosive climax inside of Wanda, and her cunt grasped for it, wanted it, *needed* it, and her body followed suit, grinding against him, and arching her back, wanting to be taken by him. Their climaxes lasted for long moments before the two were finally able to come back to their senses. Paul slipped gently out of his lover, and then slipped to her side on the bed. He caressed her gently, but sensually. She closed her eyes and sighed at the feelings he was giving her. It was a perfect start to their afternoon. ----- "So," Wanda said, during a break in their coupling, "Just what kept you from me?" Her voice wasn't hurt; she was just interested. "I met this group of kids a few days ago, and they wanted me to join their... ah, 'club'. I had to go to their clubhouse at noon for the initiation." He was being vague, and slightly untruthful, but he wasn't going to reveal himself to her. "A club, huh? What kind of club?" "Just a bunch of misfits, really. I fit in perfectly," he lied. He barely felt like he fit in at all. The other three were far too uptight for his tastes. He doubted any one of them would slip off to screw a nineteen-year-old nurse during their weekends. "Paul, you're not a misfit." "No, just a troublemaker," he replied with a smile. "Every group has to have one, you know. It's a law. So, I'm theirs." "Oh, I see," she said with mock-seriousness. "Well, then, I hope you do your job as troublemaker adequately. But... try not to get into too much trouble. If you get grounded, I can't fuck you. Unless we do it at *your* house..." she said playfully. "Oh, I'm sure that would go over *real* well with Sergeant Slaughter." She looked at him curiously until he explained. "My stepfather. He's an asshole." "Oh. I'm sorry about that." "Well, his assholeness is what brought us together, in a way. If he hadn't made me do that stupid fucking run, I wouldn't have been in the hospital, and you wouldn't have met me." "True. I guess even assholes have their purpose." "I could say something about that..." he said, leering at her behind. "Think you're ready for that, do you?" she said, challengingly. "Well, come get some, stud." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Paul spent all of that afternoon with Wanda, and he was looking forward to more. The trouble he had was that, in order to continue to have his weekends available to see Wanda, he had to keep himself out of trouble. He wasn't sure how he would accomplish his mission with Donna McMahon *and* keep himself out of trouble, but he was going to try. Getting laid was worth the effort. *Of course, there's always Claire... and if I get in trouble again, maybe good ol' Frank will make me go see Allison again.* Paul smirked as he finished washing up for school. The thought of Allison always made him smile. He wanted to get into her pants as a human. More important, he wanted her to know he knew about her feelings, and that they were reciprocated. "Paul, get your ass in here!" Frank was bellowing. Paul frowned sharply. It was almost time for him to leave for school, and he didn't need another of Frank's lectures. He walked out to the kitchen, to find Frank with his foot planted in the garbage can, crushing the garbage down. After he was done, he took a stack of newspapers and dumped them into the garbage bag. Finished, he turned to Paul. "Take this out before you go to school." "That bag's gonna be too heavy now." "Don't talk back to me, mister! Just do what you're told!" Frank stormed away, leaving Paul to handle the trash. He sighed, and grabbed the bag out of the can. He set it on the floor to tie it closed, and then hefted it once more. He didn't notice the small tear in the bottom of the bag. Paul made it out the back door and about halfway across the lawn before the small tear became an enormous rip, and all of the contents of the bag promptly collected at his feet. "Shit!" he exclaimed. At that moment, Frank stuck his head out the back door. "Watch your mouth! And clean that mess up *now*!" Paul looked at him incredulously. "I'll be late for school!" "Like you really give a damn! Now get to work!" Paul turned back and muttered a few choice words under his breath concerning Frank's ancestry. He went to the shed and got out some gloves, and a new, larger, garbage bag. Then he set about cleaning up the mess that Frank had essentially made him make. *That son of a bitch has got to go. I'm sick of this crap.* Paul allowed his mind to wander over the possibilities while he tried to ignore the garbage he was shoveling into the large trash bag. It took him nearly twenty minutes to collect it all, as the wind decided to blow some of it around. He knew he couldn't let that go; Frank would have a fit if even one little piece of paper was left in the yard. After collecting all the trash and finally getting it into the can out in the alley, Paul put his gloves away. He noticed that his shirt was stained and wet, so he would have to deal with that, too. It was another ten minutes before he was able to leave the house. He knew that his first class would be half over by the time he even made it to school grounds. He cursed his stepfather the entire way to the school. ----- Paul walked into his class in the middle of the teacher's lecture. She scowled at him darkly. "Don't even bother sitting down, Mr. Bell. Just get on your way to the principal's office." Paul thought to tell her this time it wasn't his fault, but she wasn't likely to believe him, so he just turned and walked out. He considered just hanging around until second hour, but then the school would call him down for skipping class, and that was worse, in their eyes, than being late. He trudged down to the office, and told Mrs. Tamber what he was there for. She directed him to a seat, and he slumped into it, waiting for the inevitable. Mr. Garrett popped his head out of his office shortly, and just motioned to Paul without a word. Paul sighed as he stood up; his fatalism would have done a Russian proud. He walked into Mr. Garrett's office and sat in the appropriate chair without being directed. Mr. Garrett walked around his desk and sat down, glaring at Paul. "What is it this time?" the principal asked. "I was late getting to class. But this time it wasn't my fault," Paul said. "Oh? What, your dog ate your sneakers?" Mr. Garrett said snidely. Paul explained, very briefly, the situation that had made him late for school. He made sure to point out that his stepfather knew about it, in the hope that Mr. Garrett might take that into account. "You expect me to believe that? You forget, I've met your stepfather. He didn't strike me as a man who would intentionally make you late for school. Paul, you don't seem to be able to take responsibility for anything. This is the fourth time you've been in here for tardiness. I'm afraid it's time that we resort to heavy discipline again." Paul frowned at the man, and glared. It was bad enough that he wasn't believed, especially when he was telling the truth, but Paul hadn't done anything - that the school knew about - since his suspension. "You'll be suspended for the rest of the week. I'd suggest you shape up, Paul, or you're not going to have a very fun year." Paul stood up, and looked down at the principal. "Why should this year be any different than the last one? And why should I bother shaping up, when you blame me for things that aren't my fault anyway? You're a wonderful example of everything that's *wrong* with the school system, *Mister* Garrett. Good day." Paul turned and marched out of the office. His anger was enough that he almost snapped at Mrs. Tamber, but caught himself. She gave him the requisite notice to parents, and he stormed out of the school. He grunted in the knowledge that at least he didn't have to go to his locker. He left school grounds and headed home. He knew he was going to catch hell for this from Frank, even though it *was* Frank's fault. Paul knew that Frank would not care, but Paul had put up with enough crap on all sides lately, and it was time that he stuck up for himself. Frank would just have to understand. Paul knew he wouldn't. ----- "What the hell is your problem? You can't even go *three fucking weeks* without getting into trouble? How far up your ass do you keep your head? I don't understand you; you refuse to do what you're told, you refuse to give anyone respect, and you refuse to behave appropriately *anywhere*!" Paul was standing, listening to this tirade, and it was making him angrier and angrier. He didn't speak, yet, though. "I've had enough of you!" Frank continued without pause. "As before, you will spend your term of suspension working for Miss Taylor. But I've got to figure out what the hell else to punish you with that's going to get it through your thick fucking skull that you don't run the fucking world!" Paul had finally had enough. "But you do, apparently. Just for the record, *Frank*, I got suspended *BECAUSE OF YOU*! I *told* you that bag was too heavy! I *told* you it would make me late for school! I got suspended *for being late!* This is entirely your own goddamned fault, and I'm not going to stand here and listen to you badmouth me for something I couldn't do anything about!" "Don't you take that tone of voice with me, mister, or-" "OR WHAT? You'll hit me? Go ahead! I'll have you arrested before the day is out! I've taken all of your shit I'm going to put up with!" He saw his mother about to get involved in this, but he raised his hand to signal to her to stay out of it. "You know what? I'm going to give you my punishment for you. I'll do your goddamned run again. But there are two conditions. One is that Allison will run with me." "You will refer to her as Miss Taylor, or-" "*SHE* told me to call her Allison, and her request outweighs your ego, you cocksucking fuckhead! Allison will run with me, to make sure I survive the damned thing." "And your second *condition*?" Frank sneered. "You have to do it first," Paul said in a challenging tone of voice. Frank's face went blank for a moment, and then erupted in rage. "How dare you!" "What's the matter, chickenshit? Can't do it yourself? I'm not doing it until *you* can do it. You've held this goddamned run up as the end-all and be-all of manhood. Are you a *man* or aren't you?" Paul glared at him challengingly, and it was Frank's turn to back down. "Fine! This Saturday, just like last time! Now go to your room!" "I'll go wherever I damned well please. However, it *pleases* me to go to my room, and to get away from an arrogant, egotistical, self-serving sonofabitch like yourself." Paul walked out of the room with his head held high for once. As soon as his stepfather had mentioned Allison, Paul had formed a plan. He knew there was some danger involved, but he hoped that Allison would be accepting of things. Either way, he had to tell her. Tomorrow would be a big day. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... At eight o'clock the next morning, Paul found himself standing before Allison's front door. He took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell. It was mere seconds before she opened the door, and offered him her beautiful smile. "C'mon in, Paul. What did you do this time?" she asked light-heartedly. Paul tried not to snap at her, because she certainly had no responsibility in the issue. "I was late for school. Of course, that was Frank's fault, but no one seems to care about that." She turned to look at him with a slight frown. "How was it his fault?" "He overpacked the garbage bag, and then when I went to take it out, it busted. Then he made me clean it up before I went to school. It made me half an hour late." Her frown deepened. "You're right, that is his fault. I'll admit, Paul, that I don't like your stepfather much. He strikes me as a mean man." "You don't know the half of it." She led him over to the couch, and sat down. He sat down next to her, trying not to sit too close, but it was hard. "I can't make you work for me if that's what it's for." "I don't have a choice. I have to come over here tomorrow, too, and I have to spend the rest of the day today." "Your parents aren't home." "They'd know. *Believe* me, they'd know." Allison turned her head, to stare off into the distance. "Well, I suppose we could watch TV or play a board game or something. I'm not going to make you work for something that wasn't your fault. My conscience won't let me do that. So, what should we do?" she asked, turning back to face him. As she did, Paul's heart was racing, because he knew what he was going to do. As her head moved back in his direction, he leaned in. His lips soon made contact with hers. She was startled at first, and he could tell, but she made no efforts to push him away, and after a second, she began to kiss back. It was Allison's lips that parted first, her tongue snaking out to brush against his. He opened his mouth to admit it, and she plunged in, pleasantly assaulting his own tongue and ravaging his mouth. He reached over and embraced her, pulling her to him as he lay back on the couch. Finally, she was on top of him, and they were still kissing. He caressed her back through her T-shirt, and he loved the feel of her body. Suddenly, Allison broke off their kiss, and leaned back a little, but did not get off of him. The look on her face was one of worry. "God, Paul, what are we doing? I could get in so much trouble over this..." "Shh," he said, trying to quiet her. "I know how you feel about me. I'm not going to do anything to get you into trouble, but I want to be with you." She looked at him, and her expression changed to one he couldn't quite read. "Oh, Paul," she said, her voice full of longing. He pulled her down to him again, and they were once again lip-locked. This time, it was his tongue that invaded, dancing wetly with hers. He continued to caress her back, working his way down, until he had his hands resting on her ass. She sighed, loving the feel of his hands on her body. The two remained this way for several minutes. Finally, Allison stood up, and held her hand out to Paul. He let her help him up, and then followed her upstairs, and into her bedroom. It was a very feminine room, but Allison was a very feminine woman, and it suited her. Paul's attention didn't focus on the decor for very long, however, as he was far more interested in the beautiful woman before him. He embraced her again, and she kissed him hotly. His hands made their way down onto her ass, but did not stay there. Instead, they moved back up, pulling her T-shirt up her body. When he couldn't pull any farther, Allison let him go, and stepped back slightly, allowing him to remove her shirt. He looked at her in awe, even though he had once *been* her, it just was not the same as seeing the real person. Paul moved his hands across her back, and reached the clasp of her bra. He undid this, and then stepped back, letting his hands move up to her shoulders to gingerly pull the undergarment loose. Allison held her arms slightly away from her body, allowing him to dispose of the interfering fabric. As her bra dropped free and to the floor, Paul gazed at her wonderful tits, standing proud from her chest. He reached out and gently cupped one, feeling its weight and gently massaging it. Allison cooed at the feel of his fingers on her tit. He ran his fingers over her nipple, and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back a little and allowing a soft moan to pass her parted lips. Paul leaned down and took Allison's other breast into his mouth, kissing and sucking on it relentlessly. Allison brought her hands up to the back of Paul's head, pressing him more tightly against her. Her back arched as his lips found her nipple, and she forced her breast into his mouth, where he tongued her nipple and sucked on it. Allison moaned loudly at that. Paul's free hand strayed down to Allison's jeans. He managed to undo them in only a few seconds, and he began to push them down, one side at a time, off her hips. His other hand reached down to help, and soon her jeans fell to the floor. He broke off the action of his mouth on her breast to kneel before her. He lifted each foot in turn, pulling off her sneakers, and then he pulled her jeans and socks off together. He ran his hands along the outside of her legs, and he felt her shiver at his touch. He looked up at her, to find her gazing down at him, and smiling. Paul reached out for her panties, and gently tugged them off her hips. The satin fabric slipped easily off her body, and now Allison was completely nude. He stood back up, allowing his hands to trail lightly along her skin, which caused her to shiver. He hurriedly removed his own T-shirt, and kicked off his sneakers. Before he took off his pants, though, he pulled her to him and kissed her again, feeling her wonderful breasts mashed between them, her nipples spearing his chest. He loved the feel of it. Allison was not so patient, however, and her hands were working feverishly at his pants, getting them undone, and then shoving them and his underwear roughly down off his hips. Once she had those free, her hand searched for and quickly found his cock, which she gently stroked to full hardness. Paul was more than ready for her, but he wanted to do something else first. It was something he hadn't done willingly with anyone yet, but his nasty little encounter with Donna McMahon had given him the necessary skills. Ever so gently, Paul pushed Allison down onto the bed, and then he helped her slide up onto it fully. He made his way onto the bed, and between her legs. His hands played softly against her inner thighs, and she moaned, letting her legs fall open to give him access. He leaned in, and flicked his tongue across her pussy lips, causing her to shudder and gasp in pleasure. He then began to work his tongue against her in earnest, causing her body to twist and her hips to roll with the sensations. Her body was trying to make more contact, but Paul was keeping it light at the moment. Finally, when he sensed she was about to go crazy, he plunged his tongue deep into her hole, and wiggled it. Allison cried out loudly, and her juices flooded Paul's face as her orgasm washed over her. He was surprised; he hadn't even touched her clit yet. Paul crawled up beside Allison as she came down from her high. He caressed her abdomen and kissed her ear as she tried to catch her breath. She was already sighing in pleasure from his touch, and she wasn't sure she'd get a chance to catch her breath before her body insisted on having him inside her. She took several deep breaths and then turned her head to kiss him. He kissed her passionately, taking her into his arms. They were lying together on their sides, and Allison moved her leg over top of his, pulling him more closely into her. Reaching down, Allison gently grasped Paul's cock, and positioned it at her entrance. Paul pushed in slowly, allowing her to grow used to his large prick. Allison moaned into his mouth at the feel of him entering her. She used her leg to help pull him in closer, deeper inside. Paul's hand moved around to her ass, and groped it, kneading the flesh and fondling her. Soon, he was fully inside her, and he began to stroke, moving smoothly in and out of her depths. Allison's cunt gripped his shaft, trying to pull it even deeper inside of her. The two broke their kiss, and their grunts and groans filled the room as their passions rode higher. Paul leaned down and once again took one of Allison's nipples into his mouth. Allison threw her head back in joy as his tongue worked over her breast. His hand continued to fondle her ass, and he continued to slip smoothly in and out of her. Paul felt her begin to shudder, and he could tell she was in the throes of her second orgasm. He continued to stroke into her throughout her orgasm, prolonging it and sending her even higher. When Allison came down from her high, she embraced Paul tightly, and rolled onto her back, taking him with her. He was now above her, and it was clear that she wanted him to thrust more strongly. He obliged, plunging powerfully into her cunt, his pace increasing as the strength of his movements grew. Allison was gasping with each thrust, as she was once again climbing the roller coaster of passion. This time, however, Paul was going with her. He could feel the tingling in his balls that told him it was just about time. He rammed harder into her, trying to push her to her peak as well. Once again, he took her nipple in his mouth, but he very lightly bit down on it, just enough for Allison to feel it. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout Allison's body, and she screamed out, her orgasm rocking her. The muscles of her pussy clamped down on Paul's dick, and wouldn't let go, pulling it inside of her. The sensation was more than Paul could take, and he was quickly over the edge, spewing his load deep into her wonderful cunt. They both screamed out their passion for long moments before they were able to descend from that blissful high. ===<<<+>>>=== Paul and Allison spent the entire morning in bed, but they did finally have to break for lunch, so that they would have the energy to recover. They made sandwiches, and sat at the kitchen table to eat and talk. Paul had not yet revealed his secret to Allison, and he was nervous. He feared she would condemn him for his freakish nature. Still, he had to tell her. He couldn't lie to Allison, for whatever reason. He didn't really understand why he was so attached to her, other than that was how he felt. Swallowing the last bite of the first half of his sandwich, he took a drink, and then looked over at her. "You know, I have a confession to make." "Being late really *was* all your fault?" she said mischievously. He grinned. "No, that really was Frank's fault." "Then what?" "Um... Today isn't the first day we've had sex." Allison cocked an eyebrow at him. "Generally speaking, I remember who I sleep with. I don't recall you being in my bed before... though I wished you were." She had already admitted the depths of her feelings for him during the morning, which only made this more difficult. "I didn't look like me at the time," Paul said, trying to lead gently into things. "You were in disguise? Wow, which of my boyfriends were you? Oh, um... hmmm, there's a problem with that notion," she said with another cocked eyebrow. She stared fixedly into his lap with a predatory smile. Paul blushed, even though he'd given himself that particular trait intentionally. Paul sighed. He was realizing that there wasn't an easy way to tell her about his mutant status at all. He finally got up the courage to say, "Well, that didn't look the same at the time, either. Allison, I'm... not human." She stared at him for a long moment in silence, and then said, "Okay... I'm waiting for the punch line..." He shook his head. "No, I'm serious. The first time you and I made love, I had four legs, instead of two." He figured she'd know exactly what he was referring to. Allison went slightly pale, because even if he was joking, he obviously knew about her and Oscar. "Prove it," she said with conviction. Paul nodded, and opened his robe, tossing it onto the chair as he stood up. He then knelt on the floor, and concentrated. Having touched Oscar meant that Paul had a permanent and complete image of him stored in his mind. He morphed into the dog without much trouble, and was soon standing, staring up at a very stunned Allison. Her face had grown quite pale, and she seemed to have lost her voice. Figuring that he'd proved his point, he morphed back into himself... or at least, the self that people expected to see. Putting the robe back on - it was hers, and it didn't fit very well, but it was better than going naked - he sat back down. He was waiting for her to say something, *anything*, but she didn't seem to have the voice. He decided to finish his explanation. "The last time Frank loaned me to you, I... um... well, I got a little curious. One of the times you and Oscar were together, I was Oscar. You told me, without knowing it, how you felt about me. That's... um... the only way I'd have gotten up the nerve to kiss you the way I did this morning." "Oh," she finally said, in one long, drawn-out syllable. "I had wondered why you'd changed all of a sudden. Last time, I thought I was sending all kinds of signals, but you didn't do anything." Paul blushed. "You probably were, but I'm not all that girl-savvy." "So, can you become anything you like?" "No. I'm apparently limited to anything mammalian. I've tried birds, and reptiles, and inanimate objects. I can't do inanimate objects at all, and the other two made me sick as a... well, very sick." She laughed at his joke. He'd almost said sick as a *dog*. "I can, however, change my appearance to look like anyone. Or to look like no one in particular, but different from this me." He concentrated, and brought back the long, jet-black hair that Wanda liked. "There's a girl I know that likes guys with their hair this way." "Hmmm. Well, I sort of like *Paul*. You know him?" "I'm still me, Allison. One of the things I found out from that stupid run Frank made me do was that there isn't a 'real' me. Or, actually, there is, but it's a very ugly, bland me. Think of Odo in Deep Space 9, but even more featureless. That's the 'real' me. This is just some image I invented for myself somehow." "Well, I still like the Paul I know. He's cute." Paul blushed, as he morphed his hair back to its usual dirty-blond color. "So... you're not disgusted?" Paul was desperately worried about this. "Paul, this doesn't change anything. Hell, you are already aware that my sexual preferences aren't limited to the human race. I'll take you any way I can get you." She leaned over, and they kissed again. When they broke the kiss, Paul asked, "Did Frank tell you about the new run?" "No, he didn't mention it..." she looked worried, but Paul waved her off. "I'm making him do it first, to see if he can even finish it. I told him that I'd only do it if you ran with me." "Paul, I'm no athlete..." "I don't expect you to run the course. I'm going to beat Frank's time. I need someone to carry my clothes... I can't morph them. When I'm in animal form, I don't have my health problems." "Ohhhhh," she said, understanding finally dawning upon her. "What did you have in mind, you sneaky devil?" ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... On Saturday, the four of them gathered on the trail. Paul had bad memories of this trail, but he knew this time would be different. He held his own stopwatch this time. "You know the rules," Paul said. "Whenever you're ready." Frank headed off at a dead run, quickly disappearing around a bend in the path. He went over and sat on a bench to wait, and Allison sat down beside him. She had to be careful not to sit too closely, however, or Sharon might suspect something. Sharon, on the other hand, looked off into the distance, a frown set firmly on her face. She was not happy about this at all. "I wish I could become a bird," Paul whispered to Allison. "Flying the course would be really fast... and probably pretty cool." "You can still fly, you know," Allison said in the same whispered tones. "How? I can't be a bird. I've tried." "Bats are mammals," Allison said. "Damn! I'd forgotten all about bats! Geez, you're right. Hey, that could be really cool... although bats don't normally show themselves during the day..." "If you stick to the edge of the path, and weave your way through the trees, no one will see you." "Good idea. I'll have to... uh... thank you for that later," he said, an impish grin flashing across his face. "I look forward to it," she replied in kind. Soon enough, Frank came out of the path. He was clearly winded, and struggling to keep a straight path. Paul grinned maliciously at him. As he entered the small circle they were sitting in, Paul clicked his stopwatch. "Thirty minutes, thirty-eight seconds." "I made it," Frank said in triumph. "Not really," Paul said, eager to burst his bubble. "The trail is five-point-one miles long. Now, if you're supposed to be doing a six-minute mile, then a tenth of a mile should only take you thirty-*six* seconds extra, and not thirty-*eight*. You're no big hotshot, yourself, Marine." Paul was enjoying the apoplectic expression on Frank's face. Frank Bell would not dress him down in front of others, and Allison's presence protected Paul from any retribution. What was about to happen would silence Frank on the issue forever. "All right, big mouth, let's see how you do. Get going." Paul and Allison trotted lazily out of the circle and down the path. After about an eighth of a mile, Paul detoured into the trees. He and Allison stopped when they were far enough in not to be seen by anyone passing by. Paul quickly got undressed, and he smiled when he saw the look on Allison's face. "If you do it, I'll lose..." he said. "Awww," she pouted. He handed her his clothing. "Now, if you go straight through there, you'll be on the other end of the path, and we'll be only another eighth of a mile away from the finish. Now, I have to become something... somewhat smaller. Don't be surprised, but I'm going to morph into several animals. It's easier if I do this in steps. Going from human to bat all at once hurts like hell... or at least it did to go from human to chinchilla, and they're not a *whole* lot different in size." "Okay. Go for it." Paul placed his hands against a tree, and began the process of morphing. He started with a wolf, then he moved on to a lynx, then a badger, prairie dog, and then finally, to a bat. He flexed his wings, feeling the strange sense of lightness in his body. He wasn't sure he knew how to fly, but something told him that he'd get the hang of it quickly. Allison couldn't resist, but leaned down and scooped him up in her hands. She talked softly to him. "Good luck, lover. Don't smash into any trees, okay?" She didn't go so far as to kiss him, though. She held out her hands, to give him a good platform to leave from. Paul stretched his wings as he pushed off her fingers. He began to fall rapidly, but he flapped his wings and soon had the hang of it. It took him a moment to realize he was already in the treetops, and heading upward. He was surprised to find how easily he had adapted to flight. Getting hold of himself, Paul began to maneuver through the trees, following the edge of the path. He pushed himself to see just how fast he could go, and he was exhilarated by the speed he could achieve with very little effort. He figured he was doing twenty or thirty miles per hour, which would be two or three times as fast as Frank had managed. He suddenly had to duck a branch, because he hadn't been paying enough attention. That little mishap brought him back to reality fast. He focused his awareness on what was ahead of him, and simply allowed his emotions to tend to themselves. He was truly having a blast. In no time at all, he was crossing the bridge at the halfway mark, and was heading for the finish. He weaved through the trees, having fun with this "run". He knew Frank would shit his pants if he knew how Paul was traveling along the path. But Frank had never stipulated that he had to do the course as a *human*. It wasn't Paul's fault that Frank hadn't known that he would need to make such a requirement... Soon enough, he saw Allison standing, waiting for him. He'd had a second's concern that she might walk off and leave him without any clothes, but it passed quickly: she really did care for him, for whatever reason. He circled her for a few seconds, to get her attention, and then he landed on her shoulder. Quickly, she headed back into the woods, to give them some privacy. Paul reversed his process of morphing, using the different animals to finally make his way back up to human size again. Once he had made it, Allison handed him his clothing. As he got dressed, she asked, "How was it?" He stopped and looked at her with a broad smile. "You wouldn't believe it! God, that was fun! I don't think I've ever felt that way!" Allison smiled at him. "It's like that when I go hang gliding, too." "You hang glide?" "Yeah." "That might be fun to try." "Oh, I doubt it can compare to flying under your own power. But I'll take you sometime, if you'd like." He'd finished dressing, and he pulled her to him. He kissed her hotly on the lips. She returned the kiss, and they stayed locked for over a minute. Finally, Allison broke off to catch her breath. "Whew. If you do that again, we'll be late." She looked at the stopwatch. "We've got about eight minutes to get there. Is that enough time?" "For an eighth of a mile? It better be!" The two walked out onto the path, and kept up a rapid walking pace together. Paul would not overexert himself in this guise, because his normal self was quite vulnerable to such things. Still, they made the remaining eighth of a mile in about two minutes. As they rounded the bend to see Frank waiting for them, Paul relished the look on his face. He was staring down at his stopwatch in disbelief. As they sauntered into the circle, Frank was speechless. Paul leaned over and clicked the stop button on the watch. "Hmm. Twenty-five minutes and forty-eight seconds. I think that beats your time by just a smidgen, doesn't it, slowpoke?" Frank grew beet-red from a mixture of embarrassment and rage. He turned, without a word, and stalked off toward the car. Sharon came over to her son and gave him a hug. "Are you okay? The doctor told you not to do this, you could..." "Mom, I'm fine. Since that little problem I had, I've... grown a bit stronger. I think I might have rounded a corner... but no need to tell Frank that." he said maliciously. "You know he's going to be fuming all day," Sharon said. "If you don't mind, I think I'll stay away from home for a while. Allison offered to take me hang gliding, if it's okay with you." "Be careful, Paul... but okay. It'll be easier if you let Frank cool down for a while, anyhow." "See you later." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... When Paul returned to school the following Monday, the first thing he had done was to find Claire, to remind her of her agreement to help with his plan. Paul had come up with the next step in destroying Donna McMahon, but he would need help in pulling it off. That was why Paul and Claire were now sitting in the storage room near the cafeteria. It was obvious that someone else had been here since they'd first used this room for their little tryst. Being here brought back good memories for Paul, but it obviously wasn't quite the same for Claire; she sat as far away from him as possible while they waited for the school to empty. "How long do you figure before the teachers and the janitors go home?" she asked finally. "The teachers'll go home in about ten minutes. I'm not sure about the janitor, though." "Wonderful." There was no further conversation as they sat for the next twenty minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Paul kept staring at Claire, but she was making every effort to ignore him. He knew she didn't really like him, but yet she had slept with him twice. He'd met her once in the public library, and doing it in the unoccupied reading room had been dangerous and exciting. She'd called him an asshole afterward, but she hadn't made any efforts to stop him. *I think she just wants to think of herself as pure, rather than as a slut.* He didn't really care, so long as it got him laid. Of course, he had Wanda and Allison now, so Claire was far less important to him. Still, it was fun to torture her that way, and she had one hell of a body. Claire got up. It was almost as if she could read his thoughts. As she grabbed the door handle, she said, "I'm going to look around and see if the janitor is here still. If I get caught, we can do this tomorrow." "Fine. I'll go with you." "Whatever." The two wandered the darkened halls of the school for ten minutes, looking for the janitor. Either he had already gone home, or he was in one of the other buildings. This particular building was huge, as it housed both the cafeteria and the gyms, of which the school had three. It seemed odd that they would lump all of the largest rooms together in one building, but Paul was no architect. Satisfied that they were alone, the two headed for the girls' locker room. The room was empty and dark, and that suited both of them just fine. Paul flipped on the lights as they walked in, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Mrs. McMahon didn't bother locking her office. He hadn't anticipated being able to use that space for his plan, but he would certainly take advantage of the possibility. "So, what, exactly, do you want me to do?" She was nervous about the fact that he was getting undressed, even though she knew exactly what he was doing. "Um... take pictures?" he said with a grin. "You know how to work the camera, right?" "Yeah... is there enough light in here?" the locker room was not the most well-lit area in the school. "It'll be okay, I think. The flash will kick in if it's not." Paul was fully nude now, and he noticed that Claire averted her gaze, even though she had clearly seen his body before. He also noticed a slight flush to her cheeks. He grinned. Closing his eyes, Paul pictured Donna McMahon, and he felt himself morph into her form. He opened his eyes again, and looked down to see his large tits and his erect nipples. "Okay," he said, in a much more feminine tone, "Let's get to work. We'll start in here." Paul pushed himself up onto Donna McMahon's desk, and lay across it. He rubbed his tits as Claire began to take pictures. The light in here was bright, and would produce good pictures. He caressed his body, running his hands down across his abdomen, and rubbing over the soft fur of his groin. Lifting one leg, he slipped his finger in between his legs, and made sure that Claire got pictures of him rubbing himself. This was a strange sensation for him; it was weird to be masturbating in front of someone else, and to have pictures taken of it, no less. Before he got overly excited, Paul switched positions, sitting up on the desk and posing in different ways, relying on his memory of the many images he had on his computer of naked women posing. After a while, he hopped off the desk, and posed standing up. He leaned over the desk, allowing his tits to dangle deliciously for the camera. He posed in several different ways, allowing Claire to get good shots of him. He noticed that her flush was deepening, and he wondered about that. Was she into girls? He'd never asked, and she wasn't about to volunteer information to him. After several more shots, the two moved out into the main locker area. Once here, Paul posed for more shots, his legs spread as he straddled the bench, and then with a basketball between his knees. He once again stroked himself, this time more lewdly for the camera. Paul finally got up the nerve to go back into the shower. His memories of this room were still unpleasant, but then, that's what the whole thing was about. He turned on the water and let it wash over him. Claire took pictures as he caressed and fondled his tits and ass under the running water. His hands slipped between his legs without consideration, and his finger found his hole. The whole experience felt wonderful. Before he lost control of his senses, Paul moved back out into the locker area, and then he took the camera from Claire. He set it on top of the water fountain, and aimed it at one of the benches. Once he had that done, he went over and kissed Claire. She kissed back heatedly, and was too aroused, already, to even object. He led her over to the bench, and began to undress her. She didn't even notice the repeated flash of the camera as it automatically took the pictures. ----- When Paul got home, he immediately downloaded the pictures to his computer. He took satisfaction in the fact that, though he was so late getting home that Frank had already arrived, Frank said nothing to him about it. He had been giving Paul the silent treatment since Saturday, and Paul was enjoying every minute of that. He had promised Claire not to use any pictures that showed her face, but that didn't mean he wouldn't keep those. He chose a series of shots for the job, and he set the rest aside for his own use. He zipped the chosen images into a single file, and then opened his email program. One of the things that Paul had done long ago was to get his hands on the email list for the school. On it were the email addresses of every faculty and staff member that had one. He noted that Donna and Gary McMahon each had their own email address, and that was good for his purposes. He attached the zip file to an email, and then considered what to type. What he finally came up with was the following: Dear Mr. McMahon: Boy, your wife sure is hot! But isn't this kind of pictorial against school policy? I enjoyed the photo session... and afterward... Well, I'm glad you two have such an open relationship... Oh, and don't worry about the young girl; she had a good time, too... The Camera Man Paul made sure to use an anonymous account, and shipped that message off to Gary McMahon's email. He snickered as he considered what hell that would stir up. Of course, he could always send the pictures to the paper, but he wasn't ready for that step, yet. He wanted to embarrass and harass the McMahons just a little bit more first. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Allison heard her doorbell ring, and quickly moved to the door. She knew who was on the other side, but wasn't entirely sure what he'd look like. When she opened the door, she smiled. Standing before her stood a tall man, at least 5' 11" in height, with light brown hair. His hair was cut short, and he had vivid green eyes. He was muscular, and it showed even through the dress clothes he was wearing. Thankfully, he had foregone the suit and tie, and was instead wearing slacks and a polo shirt. "Paul?" she asked tentatively. He grinned and nodded. He eyed her openly, enjoying the skirt and blouse combination she was wearing. She led him in as she went to get her coat. It was late October, and the temperature was supposed to drop into the thirties that evening. When she returned, she had to ask Paul a question. "Why did you ask me to wear a wig?" Her hair at the moment appeared black. "I didn't want anyone to recognize you," Paul said, his voice deep and resonating. She liked the sound of it. She mentally slapped herself; she loved Paul, and she didn't want him to think that such shallow things as looks mattered to her. Paul could tell what she was feeling, and he took her into his arms. "It's okay, Allie," he said, using his nickname for her. "I know I look better in this body. It's still me you're with. Just remember, I don't have a true human form, so this one is as good as any other." She kissed him softly. "I just don't want you to think I'd go out with any guy who looks good in a tight shirt." "I know you won't. Hell, if that were the case, you'd be going out every night of the week, because you're the most beautiful woman I know." She smiled, and blushed slightly at his compliment. She pulled him more tightly against her, and loved the feel of him. Finally, she broke their embrace. "Shall we go?" she asked. Paul nodded, and took her arm. He led her out to her car, and opened the driver's door for her. He still didn't have a license, and didn't know how to drive. He'd have to remedy that if he wanted to keep up the appearance of being an adult at times. "Where to?" Allison asked, interrupting his thought. ----- It had required a lot of background work to figure out where to take Allison. He knew there had to be places that teachers were more likely to frequent than others. As with any social group, they would tend to travel in the same circles. Through some vague questions and some eavesdropping, Paul had managed to learn the places that several of the teachers hung out. The important teachers - that is, the ones he wanted to see him - hung out in a very few select places, and those were the places they would go this evening. The first was a place called Donovan's, which was an Irish-named seafood place. Reservations had been required, and Paul had made them under the appropriate name. He enjoyed the expression of interest the head waiter gave Allison as he showed them to their table. Allison smiled across at her boyfriend. "Do you take all the girls here?" she asked. Over the past week, Paul had told her about all of his activities. Strangely, she had encouraged him to have experiences. He had asked her point blank if she expected him to be monogamously involved with her, and she had said no. Though she felt no inclination to play the field herself, she had no desire to deny him the experiences of his youth. It was odd, but then, Allison was obviously a very strange individual when it came to sexual matters, anyway. "No," he said, finally answering her question. "I don't *date* any of the other girls I've been with. Besides, we're here for a reason, remember? Not that I wouldn't want to bring you here," he hastily added. Allison smiled at him. Suddenly, she whispered, "What am I supposed to call you again?" "Gary," he answered in kind. "Well, Gary, I'm glad you think I'm special." She arched her eyebrows and made it clear that she meant the comment in more than one way. Paul couldn't help but think about her sexually these days. He didn't like the black hair as much as he did her natural brown, but it made her look so foreign, even to him, that no one else was likely to recognize her, either, and that's what he wanted. Dinner progressed easily, and the two chatted about things as they ate. The only secret Paul kept from Allison was the existence of the Mornington Detective and Services Agency. He wasn't ashamed of the affiliation, as much as he felt like the square peg of the group, but telling her about them meant revealing the identities of the others, and he saw no reason to do that. After the meal was over, the two relaxed for a while. Paul had already seen one of the teachers from school, and he had made an obvious but failed attempt to hide himself from her. He, in fact, made sure she *saw* him doing so, because it was the point of the exercise. He glanced at the teacher out of the corner of his eye, and saw her memorizing Allison's look. This is why he had asked her to disguise her appearance; as the "other woman", she was going to be loathed, and Paul didn't want to bring that down on Allison. Having succeeded in what he wanted to do here, he and Allison left the restaurant, to head off to the night club, called Howard's. This name was odd, since the owner's name was Fred, but Paul didn't dwell on it. Fred had once been a teacher, and this was where the teachers who drank came to do so. Paul didn't expect to see too many of them here on a Sunday evening, but perhaps one. One was all he needed. As they entered the club, Paul wrapped his arm around Allison's waist. She leaned against him, and the two made it obvious to the entire room that they were together, and were almost certainly going to bed together tonight. Paul certainly hoped for that ending to the evening, but right now the appearance of it was what mattered to him. Instead of getting a drink at the bar, the two moved immediately onto the dance floor, where Paul pulled Allison tightly against himself. She raised her eyes to meet his, and he leaned down to kiss her. They began to move slowly together even before their kiss ended, and then they shuffled across the floor together, Allison's head lying on his chest. Paul looked around the room, and suddenly his eyes caught sight of one of the secretarial staff at the school. After making damn sure that she saw him, he quickly wheeled around, so that his back was to her. As obvious as this was, people would not stop to wonder why Gary McMahon would be so *stupid* as to cheat on his wife in front of people who knew him. Of course, Paul's plan would not have worked if Gary McMahon were at home this evening. Paul knew him to be up at the school, as he was most Sunday nights. This was because Gary McMahon was far too wrapped up in his work. It would be the perfect "cover story" for his playing around, especially since he would be able to give a detailed account of what he'd been doing up at the school. That would only make things look worse. Paul let his mind drift over these details as he and Allison continued to dance. Someone had asked the jukebox for a long list of slow songs, and the couple never left the dance floor until they were over. Finally, Paul led Allison over to the bar, and they each ordered a drink. Paul had done some research, and he ordered the drink with the lowest alcohol content possible without making him look like a sissy. He didn't want to get drunk, but to order a soft drink here would have made him look seriously out of place. Allison ordered a beer. "You drink beer?" Paul asked, surprised. "Not usually. I don't generally drink at all, but I know that beer doesn't affect me too much. Since I'm the one who's driving..." Paul nodded at that. He rested his hand on hers, to publicly show his affection, and keep other barflies away from her. She smiled at his touch, not really caring why his hand was there. The couple continued their discussion from dinner, which wasn't anything of importance, but it allowed them to fill the time with something other than silence. She enjoyed his company, and he adored everything about her. The two spent over an hour at the bar, just being together. Allison limited herself to the one beer, and Paul only had two drinks. The damn things were too expensive to have much more than that, anyway. *How can teachers afford to come here?* Paul was stretching his allowance for this evening's date, but given the dual pleasures of getting back at the McMahons and spending the evening out with Allison, it was worth every penny to him. Finally, Allison was the one to get up. She motioned to the door, and he nodded. Getting up, he took her arm and led her outside, once again helping her into the car. As he got in the other side, she said with a smile, "We've *got* to teach you how to drive." Paul leaned over and kissed her before she started up the car. "Your place, or mine?" she asked, her eyes indicating that she wasn't joking. "I don't think Frank would like it if we went to my place," Paul replied. "My place it is, 'Gary'," she said with a twinkle in her eye. *This could be interesting...* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Over the next week, Paul discussed his plan with the team. With Aurora and Hercules now part of the team, an idea occurred to Paul that wouldn't have been possible before. They all agreed to meet at the McMahon home on the following Sunday night. That particular Sunday night happened to be Halloween, and that was a truly essential part of the plan. The McMahons had decorated for the holiday, and since their porch light was on, it was clear they were giving out treats for the kids. That was good; it made Paul's plan workable. To Jen, he said, "You can create storms, right?" "Sort of..." she said. She pointed to some clouds in the distance. "I can draw that storm right to us." "What about creating lightning?" he asked. "The last time I did that, it... uh, burned down a shed." "Hmmm. You can't just create, like... what do they call that lightning that never hits the ground?" "Sheet lightning," Jim offered. "Yeah, you can't create sheet lightning?" "Don't know. I've never tried." The wind was already picking up, and Paul was surprised to see that the storm was already closing on them. He was surprised that she could do that so quickly. "Why not give it a shot? Or isn't that storm close enough?" Jen, now Aurora, closed her eyes and concentrated. She tilted her head backward, and looked up at the sky. Suddenly, the sky was lit brilliantly, not with sheet lightning, but the far more dramatic spider-lightning that traced along the underside of the clouds. "Cool!" Jim exclaimed. Paul was likewise impressed, but wasn't going to say so. "That... will do," he said. "Is that really hard to do, Baby?" Jim asked with some concern. She looked at him with a smile. "Not really. I had to figure out how to do it. Once I did that... I don't have to *control* the lightning this way, I just have to create it. That's a lot easier. Lightning can be pretty bitchy about what path it wants to travel." "I imagine." Turning back to Paul, Jim asked, "So, what do you want me to do?" "Two things. Whenever someone rings the doorbell, I want you to let her know to create the lightning, and I also want you to move stuff around when Mrs. McMahon is at the door, so that it looks like she's moving it." "Okay. What are you going to be doing?" "Scaring the living piss out of little kids." Paul walked off behind the shed in the back yard of the McMahon home. He stripped, and went through a short sequence of transformations, ending up as a very large bat. Unlike the typical American bat, Paul now had a wingspan over four feet. He knew a bat this size would generate terror in almost anyone who saw it, even though the bat he had modeled himself after was exclusively a fruit-eater. Paul flapped his way around the house, and then up onto the porch. He secured himself in the rafters, hiding there to await the arrival of children. He had to keep himself from chuckling at what he was about to do to Donna McMahon. *Well, the bitch deserves it, after what she did to me.* ----- "You sure this isn't going to strain you too much?" Hercules asked his girlfriend. "I'll be fine," she assured him. She snuggled closer to him on the roof, where they were sitting. It was breezy and a bit chilly up there, but they'd worn jackets to take care of that. Aurora snuggled against her boyfriend, wrapping her arm around his waist. "Thanks for caring, though." "I love you, Baby," he said, putting his arm across her shoulders. He pointed to two kids coming up the walk. "Showtime." He watched them, and then realized he couldn't see them ring the doorbell. Luckily, they both heard it. Aurora closed her eyes again, and immediately, a crackle of electricity was heard, and then the boom of thunder. It was close, and loud. Hercules heard one of the two kids squeal in fright. ----- On the porch, Paul looked down at the kids. He shivered when he heard the peal of thunder; it was *close*. The kids both jumped, and the one screamed, afraid of the loud noise. Neither kid looked to be more than ten years old, and Paul figured a parent waited down by the street. As Donna McMahon came to the door to greet the kids, the jack-o'-lantern sitting on the porch began to float up into the air. That, Paul knew, was Hercules' doing, and it was very convincing. Both of the kids moved away from it, staring at it in terror. Donna looked at the jack-o'-lantern, shocked at its behavior herself. She gave the kids their candy, and then Paul figured it was time for his little part in this play. He dropped out of the rafters and stretched his wings, screeching in the way of bats. The porch light illuminated his form just enough for the kids to realize what it was. "BAT!" the girl screamed, running off the porch and nearly tripping, but keeping herself upright enough to get away from the flying mammal. The boy was close on her heels, and both were screaming in fright. Their mother, who was indeed standing at the end of the sidewalk, saw the bat and shuddered at its appearance. She glared up at Donna McMahon, who was still standing at the doorway. Her look of shock was something the mother misinterpreted for hostility, and she ushered her children away from the house quickly, muttering things that Paul could not hear. He flew around, landing on the roof above the porch, to wait for Donna to retreat back into the house, so he could resume his post. He didn't resist the urge to chuckle this time. ----- When the next children arrived, Paul had not yet returned to the rafters under the porch roof. Aurora did her job perfectly, startling Paul as badly as everyone else with the volume of the thunder clap. He could almost feel the children -- there were four of them -- cringing from here. He used his claws to climb down off the roof, clinging to the fascia board. He poked his head below the edge of the board, to see the kids. He saw the jack-o'-lantern floating around as before, as well as the wind chime being moved, without much in the way of wind at the moment. Paul smiled at the look on the kids' faces, as well as that on Donna's face, though her look of shock could be misinterpreted by scared children as one of anger. The kids took the candy from the woman, anyway. When they turned around, however, Paul had crawled down, and was hanging below the roofline. He spread his wings wide open, and screeched menacingly. The kids took one look, and he was sure that one of them needed to change their underwear. They all screamed and bolted. He kept his eyes on Donna McMahon, who had immediately moved back into the house. He was sure her actions would be misinterpreted in the most beneficial of ways for himself. He dropped off the roof, spun around, and flapped into the night. He did this so that Donna would think he was gone, and not call animal control. He didn't want to spend time avoiding them. ----- The rest of the night was similar. They stayed for two hours, scaring children and generally making Donna McMahon look like she was in league with dark forces. Paul was trying to make her look like a witch, and he felt that he had made a good start. When the trio left the McMahon house, Paul was smiling broadly to himself. *You'll never fuck with me again, will you, bitch?* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Paul was gratified, when he got to school on Monday, to hear that the rumors had already started. Nothing travels so fast through a high school as a nasty rumor about a teacher. Some kids went out of their way to avoid Donna McMahon. Paul was laughing to himself at lunch, enjoying the position he was putting her in. Certainly it would destroy her reputation if everyone thought she was a witch. Step two was nearly complete. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Two days later, Paul was once again in the girls' locker room. No one had seen him as yet, because he was a mouse at the time. When he was sure no one was watching, he transformed himself into a black cat. Striding purposefully and as if he belonged, he walked through the locker room. He did take the time to peer at some of the naked flesh available to his sharp cat eyes, but mainly he walked right to the office. He saw that there was a girl in the office with Coach McMahon, and that was perfect. Paul hopped up onto her desk, and strode across it toward her. Donna looked at the animal with distaste. "Get on outta here!" she yelled. She picked up the animal, and tossed it. Before Paul came anywhere near the floor, he morphed himself, in plain view of everyone who was now looking at him, into a bat. There were numerous screams as he flew around the room. There was an open window, and he flew out of it. One girl rushed over to slam the window shut. The girl who was in with Coach McMahon backed away from her, toward the door. "What's the matter, Kelly?" Donna asked. "Uh, nothing, Coach. Um... we can talk... uh, later. I gotta go." The girl whirled around and left the office, and the locker room, as quickly as she could. The other girls looked at each other, and the whispering began. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Paul sat outside the window to the girls' locker room, contentedly watching all the naked teens walking back and forth. He wasn't worried about getting caught, since his current guise was as a raccoon. He munched on a sandwich, raccoon-style, while he waited. He needed for the locker room to be empty, with the exception of his target. Today would mark the end of the torture of Donna McMahon. After today, Paul would begin the process of removing her from his life. First, though, he wanted his revenge. Paul watched as the last of the girls said good-bye to Mrs. McMahon, and hurried out the door. It was clear that none of them wanted to be too close to her, and they absolutely did not want to be alone with her. Paul slipped in the open window while Donna was squaring away things in the locker room storage area. Standing around a corner, Paul made his transformations, working his way back to human. He was not a human that anyone would recognize, however. He stood over six feet tall, and he had close-cropped brown hair. His eyes were a blazing green, but they had slits, like cat-eyes. He figured this little touch would scare the crap out of the unsuspecting teacher. Paul heard Donna coming toward him, and so he readied himself. The locker room door was separated from the rest of the room by a short wall, to keep the boys from peeking in, of course. The architects didn't suspect this would also make a good ambush position. Paul heard keys as Donna McMahon drew closer. He tensed as the noise approached, and as soon as he saw her come around the corner, he leapt. Paul shoved Donna tight against the wall, his hand around her neck. He squeezed tightly, keeping her from the scream she was so obviously trying to produce. He glared down at her through predatory eyes. She was only 5' 6" tall, and so she had to crane her neck to look up at him, and that gave him a much clearer grip on her throat. Paul hissed, "If you scream, I will hurt you, bad. Do you understand me?" Donna nodded as best she could, her eyes already watering in fear. Paul slowly released his grip on her throat, ready to clamp it back in place at a moment's notice. Paul took a slight step backward, to allow Donna's eyes to drop. It was at this point that she realized her assailant was completely nude, and Paul could sense her fear increasing. He grinned viciously at that. Reaching out, Paul put both hands on Donna's tits. He mauled them harshly, enjoying the feeling of power, and the look of dread on her face. He then reached up and grabbed the collar of her T-shirt, using all his strength to pull it down and away. It took a great deal of effort, but the ribbing finally tore, and then the rest of the cloth came away easily. Paul shredded the T-shirt as he yanked it from her body. Donna had to work hard to stifle the scream that tried to escape her throat. Paul nodded in satisfaction at what he saw, but his view was still obstructed by a bra. He grabbed the front of that and yanked, hard and fast. He heard something rip, and the bra came loose in his hands. His strength in this form was phenomenal. Now his hands returned to Donna's chest, to molest her tits directly. He leered at her as she turned her head away in disgrace. "What's the matter? Don't like being on the receiving end?" he taunted. She didn't turn her head back to him, but he saw her complexion pale, and that was good enough for the moment. After a few more seconds of groping her chest, Paul reached down and undid her shorts. These would be far too difficult to rip off, so he roughly shoved them down her legs. He then grabbed hold of her panties and yanked, viciously tearing them from her body. Paul could tell she was struggling hard not to scream. She didn't want to be hurt. He grabbed her hair and led her forcefully over to a bench. She stepped out of her shorts to keep from stumbling. She was now wearing only socks and shoes, and that was just fine with Paul. He kept his hand tangled in her hair and pushed her forcibly to her knees. He sat down on the bench next to her before releasing her hair. Turning her to face him directly, he said, "Now, you're going to blow me, and do it right." His voice grew extremely harsh as he said, "If I feel any pain at all, you will wind up dead when I'm done with you, do you understand?" She nodded vigorously, and then lowered her eyes to his truly massive organ. Donna hesitated for a long moment before Paul said, "Come on, get on with it!" He put his hands on the back of her head and pushed it down into his crotch. Donna stuck out her tongue to lick the huge cock before her. She had given blowjobs before, but she didn't much care for it, and she'd never even *seen* a dick of this size before. There was no way she could take the whole thing into her mouth. After having delayed as long as she figured she could get away with, she moved her lips to the head of Paul's cock, and began to slowly take his shaft into her mouth. She had to work slowly, his girth was already causing her jaw to ache, and she feared for the pain that might be coming. She was certain to have a sore mouth for the next day or so. Donna had no enthusiasm for the task she was performing, but as tight as the fit was, it couldn't help but be arousing. By the time she had taken as much of Paul's prick as she could, he was in heaven. She began sliding her mouth off his dick, and that felt good, too. She began to blow him in earnest, wanting to get the job over with. She didn't use her tongue, and wasn't very skilled at this activity, but it didn't matter to Paul. What mattered to Paul was how degraded she would feel. That thought of satisfaction made it hard for him to not blow his load fast, but he wanted her to suffer for as long as he could manage. That wasn't all that long, and after only a minute, he poured his load down her throat. He didn't let her off his prick, and so her only option was to swallow. She did, disgusted by the act but not having any other choice. Paul kept her mouth on his cock until he had finished with his entire load, and making sure she had swallowed it all. He pulled out of her, leering down at her with a look of utter superiority. "This is where you belong, bitch. On your knees before your betters." Donna refused to look up at him. She hoped that he was done with her now, though that seemed unlikely. Paul proved how unlikely it was when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. He pinned her against a locker, and began molesting her body. He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it and lapping at it with his tongue. His one hand slid between her legs, and two fingers quickly found their way inside her cunt. She was tight, and dry, and their job was to make her hot and wet. He knew this might take some effort, but he was willing to put in the time. After only a couple minutes, Paul felt her lubing up, and he could have sworn he heard a soft moan out of her lips. He continued to work his fingers in her pussy, and switched his tongue over to her other tit. He worked for another couple minutes, until he was absolutely sure she was wet enough to handle him. He wanted friction, but if she was too dry, it would be uncomfortable for him. He knew it would also be uncomfortable for her, but that wasn't really his concern at the moment. Paul had regained his erection long ago, and so now he grabbed Donna's hair again, leading her over into the showers. Raping her in here was absolutely necessary for him. He turned on the water, letting it grow warm. He pushed her over to the same shower he had used as Mandy Hawke, shoving her roughly against the tile wall Paul reached down and grabbed Donna's legs, roughly yanking her off the floor. He pinned her between himself and the wall, and then reached down to position himself. He stared into her eyes as he lowered her onto his shaft. Her eyes grew wide in fright, both at what was happening to her, and his sheer size. The look in his own gaze was feral and frightening, and as his big dick penetrated her cunt, she struggled to keep herself under control. She didn't dare cry out now; he would surely end her life. Paul didn't go slow or take it easy. Once Donna was fully impaled on his cock, he used his hands and hips to fuck her like a blow-up doll. He rapidly slid her up and down his shaft, enjoying the control he had over her. In the middle of their fucking, he said, "Do you remember Mandy?" Donna's eyes tried to focus; it was difficult with the mixture of sensations running through her body. "Mandy Hawke," Paul prompted, seeing she hadn't yet registered an identity. Donna's memory finally clicked, and her eyes widened again. "So you do remember her. How many girls have you raped since her? Two? Three? More? *ANSWER ME!*" "I... don't... know..." she managed, between thrusts. "You don't know? You've raped so many you've lost count? Then this is for each and every one of them, you cocksucking bitch! For each girl you've hurt, for each girl whose life you've darkened!" Paul thrust more viciously. Unconsciously, Donna's legs came up to wrap around his waist. This gave Paul a better angle, and his thrusts were more effective. "Did it feel good? To have that young girl under your power? Did you enjoy forcing her to lick your cunt, to suck on your nipples? Did you enjoy the taste of her tight, virgin pussy? Did you?" Donna could barely speak at this point, but managed to get out a "Y-Yes!" "I bet you did! And I bet you loved every second of her tongue flicking across your swollen lips, plucking at your clit! I bet you loved playing with her tight, young body! Admit it!" At this point, Donna lost control of herself. Her body was wracked with an orgasm. Deep inside her mind, she was mortified at what was happening to her; she was having an orgasm from being raped! Her soul was tortured at the thought of what she had just done. Paul grinned evilly. Having achieved his goal in here, it was time for the next step of her humiliation. He roughly pulled her off his dick, and her legs fell free from his waist. Paul dumped her onto the ground, and her legs barely held her up. He once again grabbed her by the hair, though it was wet and matted now, and led her out of the shower. Paul walked her over to the window, where he reached out and grabbed the bag he had left there. He moved to the office, almost throwing Donna into a chair. He set the bag on the desk and opened it, looking for what he needed. He found them, and brought out a pair of handcuffs. Grabbing Donna's wrist, he snapped them on, and then secured the other wrist, too. He looked around, and spotted what he needed; a fixture from the sprinkler system hung down below the ceiling, and it was enough for his needs. Pulling Donna up, he looped the handcuff chain over the fixture, pulling Donna's arms up tight. It also strained her legs, since she wasn't quite tall enough for this sort of thing. Paul got out his digital camera, and took several pictures. Though she was not enjoying herself, the look on her face still reflected the orgasm she had just "suffered". After the pictures were done, Paul pulled her hands down, and uncuffed one hand. Then he pulled her arms around behind her, and refastened them. Paul shoved her roughly down across the desk, raising her ass nicely before him. He reached into the bag for the K-Y he'd put in there. Paul closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his enormous dick had shrunk to a much smaller girth. He lubricated himself liberally, and then put the tube aside. He leaned down to speak into Donna's ear as his hand caressed her ass cheeks. "I want you to remember this day, and I want you to remember it in terror. You have hurt a lot of people, and for that, you must pay." Paul pressed the head of his dick to Donna's asshole. She cringed, and she strangled the scream that almost came out of her mouth. Paul pushed in, and kept up the pressure. It was clear that Donna was uncomfortable, and probably in pain, but certainly not nearly as bad as it would have been with his larger cock. He'd not done that for her benefit, but his own; it would have taken far too long to get his monster dick up her tight ass. In only a minute, Paul was buried inside her ass. He stopped for a moment, looking down at her and sneering. He smacked her ass a couple of times, just to enjoy the redness that showed itself there. After that, he began to thrust inside of her. He felt her loosen up as he moved, and then he closed his eyes. With each thrust, his dick became thicker, and Donna was soon making noises of shock and discomfort as his dick returned to its monster size. The change was slow enough for her to adjust, but not slow enough to be comfortable. When his dick was back to its full, grandiose size, Paul began to really ram into her. Donna could not help but cry out now, her body wracked with the discomfort of the situation. Paul was fucking her so hard that it drove the air from her lungs, causing her to grunt with each of his thrusts. Paul continued to ram into her, feeling his orgasm building. He moved faster, using his hands on her hips for more leverage. His thrusts were powerful and hard, and would have sent her flying, if he hadn't been holding onto her. His balls tightened, and he slammed deep into her, loosing the torrent of cum that had built up. His cum splashed deep into her bowels, and he grunted strongly with each spurt. It took several seconds before his body slowed itself, and then came down. As he struggled to regain his breath, he pulled from her ass, slapping it once more for good measure. Paul walked over to grab the towel Donna kept on a hook. He used it to wipe off his dick, tossing it across Donna's head for further humiliation. He could see she was crying, but cared not a whit. Paul took a few more pictures of the bitch before he had calmed down enough to proceed with the rest of his plan. He rifled through Donna's filing cabinet to find the list he needed, and then walked out into the main locker area. Donna did not move from her place. Paul picked an empty locker, and got the combination from the list he was carrying. He opened it, and saw that it was, indeed, big enough. It would be a tight fit, but that was the point. Paul walked back to the office, and grabbed one more item out of the bag, and then yanked Donna up by the handcuffs. She cried out in pain, but she rose, walking where he directed her. First, he directed her over to the spot where her torn panties lay. He picked these up and shoved them in her mouth before he led her to the open locker. Paul roughly shoved her inside the locker. It was a *very* tight fit, but he simply continued pushing until she was fully inside. He then knelt down and fastened the shackles he was carrying around her ankles. This way, if she tried to bang her feet against the locker, she'd hurt herself even worse. Paul went back and got his camera, taking several more pictures of this scene. Then, he closed the locker, making sure it was locked and fastened securely. He folded up the combination list and put it in his bag. When he was done with that, he morphed himself back into himself, and got dressed from the clothes that were in the bag. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he walked out of the locker room after making sure the hallway was empty. Before exiting the school, Paul decided to change his facial appearance, and he turned himself into an oriental kid. This way, even if he was seen, he would not be recognized. His clothing was bland and nondescript, so that would not give him away. Paul walked out into the schoolyard, and quickly left school grounds. Once he had made it cleanly away from the school, he stepped behind a building, and morphed back into himself. With that done, he walked home, whistling "Ding, Dong, the Witch is Dead." ----- Paul waited until well after midnight before he put together and sent out the email to Mr. McMahon. The email said: Dear Coach McMahon: Damn, is your wife a ball of fire! As you can see from the first picture, she's far kinkier than I would have given her credit for! She was kind of a pain near the end, though, whining a bit about how hard I reamed her ass... as if she didn't ask for it! But, since she was such a crybaby, I stuffed her in a locker. See how good she looks? I'd tell you which locker, but... nah, you figure it out. The Camera Man Paul smirked as he attached the picture of her with that post-orgasmic look on her face, and one picture of her stuffed into the locker. He sent it off with a chuckle, knowing that there was no way he could be caught; she'd clearly seen her rapist, and he looked nothing like Paul Bell. He went to sleep with a confident grin on his face. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Last order of business. We have a job request, but it is... outside the rules, shall we say." "Who do they want dead?" Loki asked with a smirk. "Not *that* far outside. They want us to steal an answer key to a test." "That's not really ethical, is it?" Aurora asked. "No. Which is why we haven't taken the job yet. I wanted everyone's input, first. "Hey, it's money. If they're stupid enough to pay for the test answers rather than just take the time to study, I say bilk them for all they've got." "But what does that say about the MDSA?" Aurora shot back. "It says we get the job done!" Loki responded. He didn't like being challenged. "Okay, you two. Back off. Loki has a point: since we're not using the results ourselves, it's less of a problem for me. Truth is, if *we* can get the test answers, so can they. We're just safer doing it, because we have a few more tricks. *But* Aurora is right: this sets a tone for the Mornington Detective and Services Agency, and we have to decide if that's a reputation we wish to have. "How much money are they offering?" Hercules asked calmly. "Our usual fee," was the response. "No," was Herc's immediate answer. "If we're going to be breaking rules for them, they need to pay *at least* double. If we get caught, we get into trouble, and it draws too much attention to us. If they're not willing to pay extra, then they can do it themselves." Aurora looked at him. "You're going along with this?" "J... Aurora, look at it this way: these are the kinds of people who are acting up, causing trouble, and generally making people's lives at school miserable. What do we lose by making sure the bastards graduate, and so get *rid* of them?" She looked at him for a long moment. "I hadn't thought of that." "Okay, so... we charge them double for breaking the rules... does anyone have any further comments?" No one did. "So, I have approval to accept this job?" There were nods from everyone, though Aurora's nod was a little weak. "Okay. Loki, since you have the least amount of problem with this job, you get to do it." "Fine," he said, showing contempt for the others. "That's it, unless anyone has something they want to talk about." There was no real response, and so Mimir assumed that things were going well enough to adjourn the meeting. "Okay. See you all at school, then." ----- Paul walked home, thinking to himself, *Christ, this group is a bunch of fucking nannies. I guess it's a good thing I didn't bother to tell them about what I did yesterday. These guys would probably have turned my ass in! Shit, if they piss their pants over the idea of stealing a stupid answer key, what would they have done about rape? I don't know, but I'm sure as hell not going to find out!* Paul walked home, wondering why he'd joined the MDSA in the first place, and then remembering that some of the things he'd done, and would do, he couldn't pull off alone. He resigned himself to the fact that they did have their uses, and continued his walk. ----- "You expect me to believe, Donna, that the same man who had these *wonderful* posed shots of you, also raped you? Come off it! We're not that stupid! This man," he said to the police officer, "Sent me nude photos of my wife over two weeks ago. And there is no way in hell they were 'rape' or even forced. I can bring you the shots. She's smiling and really enjoying herself!" Officer Nick Hannity was in no mood for this. It had been a lousy night, and to now be doing overtime at seven o'clock in the morning was not his idea of fun. Especially when someone who knew the victim was accusing her of making up the entire story. "So, sir," Hannity asked, "what do you think happened?" "The email said it all. They were having a fling, but I guess Donna got a little whiny. She's prone to that. So, the guy got fed up and tossed her in the locker." "You son of a bitch!" Donna screamed. "You know those photos are fake! I would never pose for nude shots!" "At least not for me, anyway," Gary shot back. "Okay, folks, that's enough." At that point, there was a knock at the door. Hannity opened it, to see the doctor who had performed the rape test. They were still in the hospital, and it didn't look like they'd be leaving any time soon. "What do you have for us, doctor?" "This is... extremely unusual," she said. She came in the room and closed the door. "We studied the fluid that we extracted from Mrs. McMahon's rectum. The fluid certainly appears to be semen, and there are even sperm, but..." "But what?" Donna challenged. "We tried to run a DNA test on the sperm, to help identify the suspect later. We ran the test six times. That's what took so long." "You're stalling, doctor," the officer said. "What's the problem?" "There's no DNA present. None of the sperm contain any genetic material whatsoever." "What?" three people exclaimed at once. "I know," the doctor replied. "It's more than unusual. It's unprecedented. There is no known condition that would allow for healthy-looking sperm without a single strand of DNA. Either this person is very, very sick... or he's not a person at all. And I don't even want to speculate on that last one." "You're suggesting I was raped by an *alien*?" Donna thundered. The doctor held up her hands. "No. I'm suggesting you were raped by something that is not what we would call a normal human being. Beyond that, I have no idea what these results mean. I'm sorry, Officer, but that's all we've got. I'll have the report typed up and sent to the station at once." The doctor left, leaving three very confused people. "This is all very strange." "Strange, but irrelevant, Officer. This was no rape. This was just an affair gone wrong." "How dare you!" Donna screamed. "After Cherise saw you out with that bimbo, you have the nerve..." "I don't want to hear it, Donna. You know I was at the school the night in question. I've had enough of your accusations, and enough of your lies. I think you'd better find another place to live. I've already had the locks changed on the house." He'd done that last night, when she'd not come home. He knew what was going on. "You son of a bitch," she breathed. "You just want a funhouse for your floozy, don't you?" The accusation was delivered with considerable venom. "I don't know what you're talking about." Gary turned, nodded to the policeman, and walked out of the room. Officer Hannity just stared at the woman in embarrassment. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... It was twenty minutes before school was supposed to start, and luckily, Mr. Leighte was not in his room. Paul had worn baggy clothes to school, and this allowed him to morph his shape into someone that looked not the least bit like himself. He knew where Mr. Leighte kept the answer keys, and he quickly opened the fourth drawer of the second filing cabinet. He flipped through the folders until he found the one he wanted, and quickly pulled it out. Finding the right test was difficult, but Paul finally had the one he wanted. He was tempted to just copy them all; he had Mr. Leighte as a teacher himself. He didn't have the time that would take, though. He pulled out the answer key for the right test and the right class, and set it on the table. Pulling out his digital camera, he zoomed in as much as he could without using the digital zoom, and he snapped four pictures of each section of the page, ending up with sixteen pictures. He'd put these together later and print them out for their client. He stashed his camera, and quickly put the file back in the cabinet. He closed everything up, and then made his way out of the room. If anyone bothered to pay attention, they'd see a kid four inches taller than Paul, with short black hair and brown eyes. He made his way into the bathroom, and slipped into a stall to morph himself back into his usual form. The task had not been difficult, and he knew how to get the answers to their client, who had already paid for the service. He'd do the manipulations in computer class; they weren't doing anything exciting in there today. *See? Easy job, easy money. The rest of those fucking pansies need to wake up. I'm not doing every goddamned job for them.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The team was gathered together in the clubhouse, having covered the weekly business. Hercules had presented Loki with a blank birth certificate, having produced it from a digital one on his computer. Loki felt the kid was worth knowing, even if he was too soft. He certainly had the right connections to find stuff out. "What is it you need us to do now?" Mimir asked, interrupting Loki's thoughts. He turned to Mimir with a disk in hand. "I want to plant these pics on her computer. Trust me, you don't want to look at them." "What are they?" Aurora asked. "Kiddy porn. I spent a week tracking some of this shit down on the Net." "Let me guess," Hercules said, "we plant it on her computer, and then call the cops on her?" "You got it. I don't want her getting off on some damned technicality. Finding girls to testify against her will be a lot easier if she's already in deep shit." "Fair enough," Mimir said. He took the CD and popped it into the machine while his computer attacked Donna McMahon's system which, like almost all computers in Mornington, were hooked up to the MorningStar Broadband Internet system. Mimir threw his strongest hacker program at her system, only to find it wide open. Didn't she understand even the basics of computer security? "Okay, we're in," Mimir said, not looking up. "How obvious do you want us to be about them?" "Bury them, but not so deep that a cop can't find them," Paul said snidely. "Hey, asshole, my mom's a cop!" "What's your point?" Paul asked with a straight face. He'd never met Stacy Young. "Let it slide, Baby," Hercules said. There was no point in getting into a fight over Loki's attitude problem. Hercules hugged Aurora by way of contrition, and she accepted that, smiling at her boyfriend. Her scowl toward Loki remained in place. "Three directories deep should do it. I'll fiddle with the dates, so that they look like they've been downloaded over a period of months. That way, no one will suspect a plant." "That's good. I knew you'd be useful for something," Loki said condescendingly. Mimir kept his mouth shut. He needed to keep the group together, and dealing with Loki was part of that struggle. No one caused more grief than Paul "Loki" Bell. After only a few minutes, the files were in place, and properly dated and marked. Mimir withdrew from Donna McMahon's system, and logged off. He closed down the computer system, which was the most secure method of protecting it from hackers. There was no sensitive information on this computer yet, but there was certain to be some in the future, and Mimir had not yet had the opportunity to construct a fully secure system wall around it. "Now what?" Mimir asked. "Now we make a phone call," Loki said. "Not from here," Aurora warned. "The police in this city trace all incoming calls." "Yeah, yeah," Loki said sarcastically. "We'll do it from the pay phone down the street. ----- The group walked together, or rather in pairs, down the street. Nightingale was not with them today, for she'd had something to do. That meant that Shadow (also known as Andie) was not with them, either. It left Loki to walk alone, but he didn't really care. They arrived at the phone, and Loki took a minute to calm himself. He closed his eyes, and changed his body into that of a female who was still about his size. The clothing fit poorly, and his pants threatened to fall off, but he didn't need to stay this way for long. Paul dropped a quarter into the phone, and dialed the local precinct. "Twelfth precinct, Sgt. Douglas speaking." "Hi," Loki said. "I need to speak to someone...about some bad pictures." "Bad pictures?" the sergeant asked, confused. "Of little kids. You know, like naked and stuff." "Yes, ma'am. I'll connect you to the vice squad. Please hold." Loki was strangling laughter at his tone of voice. He looked over at the others who were not snickering. *Oh, well. They're a humorless bunch of pricks, anyway.* "Lieutenant Orbison, Vice," the voice at the other end of the phone said. "Yeah. I need to, like, report someone who's got bad pictures of kids on their computer." "How do you know about these pictures?" "This woman, she took me over to her house to... um, and she started off by showing me these pictures. I don't know, maybe she thought they'd get me in the mood or something." "I need your name, and..." "No way! Look, I'm not going to go against her. There's no way I'm letting the entire school know what she did to me. Her name is Donna McMahon. She lives at 1482 Drysdale Street. She's really screwed up. I mean, some of those pictures... it was sick!" "Look, if you'll just come into the precinct and give a statement, we can-" "Aren't you listening? The woman damn-near raped me! I don't want anything to do with this! You can... you take care of her. I mean, those pictures are illegal, right? Those will put her in jail without you having to drag me into anything. I don't want anyone to *know*!" Loki hung up the phone, and burst out laughing. The others didn't find it nearly as amusing. That was their problem. Loki morphed back into himself, and turned to everyone else. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see, but I can't imagine them not going to look. Not with a call like that. If they didn't, then the girl could write an anonymous letter to the papers, and the police would be in deep shit." "I'm sure we'll see something in tomorrow's paper," Atlanta said. "Anything else?" Mimir asked. "No. I probably won't need any more help with this. Now I've just got to round up some other girls who were raped by that *bitch*." "Good. We'll see you at school, then. Bye." Mimir and Atlanta, now Luke and Lori, walked away down the street. Hercules and Aurora were slower to go, but they didn't want to spend time with Loki, either. He nodded to them, turned, and walked away. "He's not very pleasant, is he?" Jen asked. "No. I really wish we could do without him. C'mon, or we'll be late for the movie." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "In our top story tonight, Donna McMahon, a physical education teacher at Highlands High School here in Mornington, was arrested last night after an anonymous phone tip that she was a collector of child pornography. "Mrs. McMahon, who recently filed a complaint of rape against an unknown assailant, and who has recently been separated from her husband, apparently had over three thousand images on her computer of children and young teens engaged in explicit sexual activity. The Mornington police say that this is the largest collection of kiddy porn that they have ever uncovered. Although Mrs. McMahon is being held incommunicado at this time, her husband had this to say about the matter." "My wife has suddenly revealed herself to be a very sick person. I thought I knew her. Recently, I found out that she'd been cheating on me. I received pictures in my email that showed her posing in lewd and, quite frankly, disturbing ways. It showed her with a younger girl. Her recent claim of rape was accompanied by another email from the same person, who says it was entirely consensual. Again, pictures were included. This most recent event, since it involves pictures, you know, I didn't believe my wife was capable of this kind of thing, but obviously I didn't know her as well as I thought I did." "Police say that Donna McMahon will be arraigned tomorrow morning, and is unlikely to be granted bail, due to the risk of flight. Officials at Highlands High School were unavailable for comment at the time of this broadcast." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Hey, did you guys hear about Coach McMahon?" Mandy asked the others at the table. She was sitting with them at lunch, and no one had objected to her presence. "Yeah. That's some weird shit. Hey, how come you've been gone? You were here that one day, and then, poof! You're like some ghost in the wind!" Mandy Hawke just looked down at her plate. "After what happened, I couldn't... I mean, I..." One of the older girls came and sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "She got you on your first day?" Mandy looked up and sniffled. Her eyes were wide with surprise. "You mean, she does that a lot?" The older girl, Paul remembered her name was Libby, nodded, and looked to the others. Mandy also looked, and saw nods from several of the girls. "How come you never said anything?" Mandy asked. "Why didn't you?" Libby asked, not unkindly. "It's because of what it makes us look like." "Yeah, but that... she's... I mean, we can't let her walk on it, can we?" Some of the other girls paled at the idea, but many nodded, their gaze a little stronger. "We should go down there as a group. Down to the police station, or at least the principal's office." "What if they don't believe us?" Libby asked. "Why wouldn't they? I mean, look at what she's already done! And you've heard the rumors about her, haven't you?" "About her being a witch? Yeah, but who can believe that kind of thing?" "I met one of the kids that went to her house on Halloween. He swears things were floating around, and she had this huge bat on the porch. A real one, I mean!" "That's crazy." "I know, but that's the kind of person she is! We've got to tell someone what she's done." The group collectively nodded, and got up from their lunch, before their resolve left them. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Miss Hawke, you claim that you were raped by Mrs. McMahon in the girls' locker room, correct?" "Yes, sir," Mandy said, nodding her head. "Tell me, was anyone else there?" "No, sir. Everyone else had already gone home." "So, you just happened to be the last one there, you just happened to be already nude..." "It's hard to shower with your clothes on, sir," Mandy interrupted. The attorney wheeled on her. "Yes, why *were* you still in the shower? Everyone else had obviously had sufficient time to shower, dress, and leave!" "I was new. It was my first day, and I wasn't yet familiar with where everything was in the locker room. Also, I had trouble with my locker combination. It took me a while to get into it." "How convenient," the attorney said. "Not for me, it wasn't." "Miss Hawke, are your parents with you in the courtroom today?" "You know da...uh, darn well I don't have any parents. My guardian, Miss Taylor, is sitting right over there." Paul pointed to where Allison was sitting. He'd had to do some fast paperwork shuffling to make this work, and Allison had readily agreed to help him, as she had the first time he'd asked for her assistance. "I see. Why is it that none of Miss Taylor's neighbors remember seeing you?" "I guess they're not very observant." "You say that the day of your rape was your first day at Highlands. What was your previous school?" "Objection!" the district attorney interrupted. "Relevance." "Your honor, it is my intention to show that this girl is lying about her past. It goes directly to credibility." The judge considered for a moment, and then said, "Sustained. The days of accusing rape victims is over, Mr. Thompson. Next question." Mr. Thompson exhaled sharply, but bit his tongue. What he wanted to say was obviously something that would get him into trouble. He turned back to look at Mandy, who stared back at him nervously. Paul waited for the next question, but it never came. "I have nothing more for this... witness, Your Honor." "You may step down, Miss Hawke. Thank you for your time." "Yes, Your Honor," Mandy said, and got down to go sit with Allison. Paul actually had an official excuse from the school, because he claimed to know Mandy, which of course was entirely true. Allison hugged him, and he settled down. His case of the jitters had not been feigned. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "The defendant and counsel will rise," the judge intoned. Donna rose, along with Mr. Thompson, her attorney. "Madam foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?" "We have, Your Honor." "Bailiff." The bailiff walked the decision over to the judge, who opened it, read it, closed it, and handed it back to the bailiff to return it to the foreperson. The judge looked up at Donna McMahon with a completely blank expression that had taken him three years to perfect. "You may announce the verdict." The foreperson of the jury unfolded the paper, to read it. "On the first count of the indictment, possession of child pornography, we the jury find the defendant...*guilty*." There was a collective sigh from the courtroom, and Donna McMahon shuddered, trying to hold herself together. "On the second count of the indictment, child molestation in the first degree, in the person of Mandy Elizabeth Hawke, we find the defendant... *guilty*. On the third count of the indictment, child molestation in the first degree, in the person of Elizabeth Sarah MacNamara, we find the defendant...*guilty*. On the fourth count of the indictment..." The foreperson continued, and there were twelve counts in all. When the foreperson was done, the judge turned to face the jury. "Thank you, Madam Foreperson, thank you to the members of the jury." Turning to the defendant, the judge said, "Donna McMahon, you will be remanded to the custody of the state, and your sentencing is scheduled for December 16th, at 4:00pm. This court is adjourned." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Donna McMahon, the court has reviewed the evidence and heard the arguments of both sides. It is the judgment of this court that you, ma'am, are a callous, cold, and cruel individual who should never have been allowed near teenagers. "The court sentences you to no less than fifteen, and no more than forty-five, years in a prison to be chosen by the state department of corrections. Further, it is ordered that you may never again teach, and that you will not be allowed access to a computer during your time of incarceration. Your name will be placed in the national registry of sex offenders, and when you get out, all communities that you move into will be fully informed of your status. You should be ashamed of yourself, Mrs. McMahon, and I hope you spend the next forty-five years considering what you've done." The judge brought the gavel down, ending this little episode. Paul was in the courtroom, as himself this time. He smiled evilly at Donna, though she didn't see him. "Is this over now, Sweetheart?" Allison asked him very quietly. "Yes. I don't think we'll be seeing her anytime soon. I also hear that Mr. McMahon has resigned, and that he's moving out of state. He wants to get as far away from her as possible. Scuttlebutt at the school is that he's already applied for a divorce." "I'm glad she got what was coming to her. To hurt young girls like that..." "She should have left Mandy alone." "Let's go home." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...