Wait, back up, "Valkyries?"

You were just about at your breaking point. You had a mighty erection making an obvious indentation in the sheets and you didn't care. Neither did these two beyond-lovely, uber-sexual, powerful women who have just pledged to serve and protect you. Two Enhanced women who have made it very clear that that label means you can do anything and everything you want to them and they'll be honored to have you.

As you try to sit up, though, you realize there's still one major problem. You're still recovering from an accident, head bandaged and arm hooked to an IV tube. Just sitting up gives you a bit of pain. You're not going anywhere.

You look to the shortstack Nevaeh, trying to convey your desperate need with your eyes. This is still all so new, you don't quite have the confidence to just say it, to just ask.

Miraculously, the green-haired woman smirks back at you, recognizing the desire in your expression. "I think that's all the introduction Mr. Doe needs, miss Lotti. Welcome aboard."

"Good," the curvy enforcer agrees curtly in that unplaceable accent of hers, eying you up like a thick cut of pork chops on clearance. "Let's talk incentives." She takes careful steps towards the foot of the bed - careful because there's a lot of important equipment to knock over in this room, and Lotti has a lot of bulk to knock things around. She places her hands on either side of your hospital cot, leaning over your legs and staring pretty much straight at your dick. "Mr. Doe, your company is paying us very well for the honor of protecting you. But the girls, we didn't sign on just for the cash and the prestige, ya?"

A flush of arousal rushes through you, tightening in your crotch. "Wait... your security team... are they all...?"

"All Enhanced, yes," Lotti confirms with a grin. She turns her head to one side, the powerful veins in her neck bulging, and taps an earpiece that you would have completely missed if she weren't pointing at it.. "And my support team, too. Say hello, lányok." You can almost hear the cheering and catcalling coming through the tiny speaker.

"The Valkyries, as a security service, didn't even exist until yesterday," Neveah says a little proudly, leaning over the edge of the cot next to you, her disproportionate breasts coming tantalizingly close to your head. "Well... it did in some sense, but you could say it was more of a specialized fan club before last night. Most of them are former armed servicewomen from various countries around the world, having used their Enhancements to revitalize their battle-scarred veteran bodies. The leadership, however, is some of the best of the best from the security and intelligence communities, all branching off from their positions to help protect you in your time of need."

Your eyes widen. "I hope we're paying them well!"

"It is small pay cut," Lotti admits with a shrug that accidentally shifts the foot of your bed, then gives you a shark-like grin. "But if we all get a chance to serve Mr. Doe more... intimately, even if just the once, then it will all be worth it."

You gulp. "How many women are we talking about?"

Lotti replies, "Fifty."

"I have 50 Enhanced women protecting me?!" you nearly scream. And they were all expecting you to fuck them at some point?! "Isn't that... a tiny bit overkill??"

"Not for you," Nevaeh purrs, her breasts shifting even closer to your arm.

The musclebound woman laughs at your reaction and gives you a dismissive wave of her hand. "Not all at once," she explains. "Half is just support and logistics and computer things. Some are main team shifts, some are reserve shifts. Right now, there are six in this hospital, including me. As chance of danger decreases, we may shift to more covert means."

"Think of them as your strongest fan club," Nevaeh says. "They answer to me, the board of Enhancement Technologies, and you directly. All of them have Enhancements that affect their strength, stamina, and general physical capabilities."

You put a hand to your head. "So we accidentally made a supersoldier serum on top of a cosmetic procedure..."

"Eh, zese muscles, they are just for show," Notti admits, standing up and flexing a powerful, bulging bicep for you. "These days, real combat and security is less about punching bad guys and more about mind games and hardware." She turns and flexes the other bicep. "But, they look and feel great, ya? And to see me standing next to you, most crazies will think twice before coming at you."

Nevaeh nods. "This is a specific phase," she says with a serious tone. "Our enemy is still out there, and this is about showing them that you're beloved and protected, even at your most vulnerable, and that we will not tolerate any more aggression."

You're rather dumbstruck. "Geez," you can't help but mutter incredulously. "You make it sound like me being in a car crash was on par with 9/11."

Both Lotti and Nevaeh look down, somewhat sullen. Nevaeh says, "To the Enhanced community... it kind of was. It kind of was."