What Imperatrix Wants

Your throat is raw; you've been talking pretty-much nonstop for several hours. Every time you try to pause for a rest the tentacles start slithering over your skin. You can barely manage a whisper until you get some fluids in you.

"Quite the little songbird, ain't you Bitch?"

You give her the once-over. Five-foot six, 34E, brown skin, negro features, dark eyes, straight black hair with curly roots, broad nose with a slight flare to her nostrils, athletic arms and legs and a muscular frame. She looks like you, which makes sense because she fucking IS you. The only difference is the white lace crotchless panties, the sheer white sports halter holding her melons in check, and the fucking **** chain collar around her neck.

You manage to whisper, "Water... please..."

"I didn't bring no water Baby. Will this do?" She produces a stubby brown beer bottle from behind her back. You don't want to know where she was holding it, and right now you don't give a damn. It's liquid.

She touches a stud on the wall and the tentacles retract. You follow your first instinct, which is to grab the bottle out of her hand and take a deep swig.

"Thanks, Sister."

"Don't you Sister me, Bitch; I know this is a bunch of quantum die-mensional bullshit cooked up by Impira-Twat so she can grab more power. For your part you've been spewing crap for the last couple of hours hopin' we wouldn't find anything important. Alice in fucking Wonderland? Next you're gonna tell me Br'er Rabbit and Br'er Fox are supers."

"Nobody where I come from even reads that shit."

"Well you should, Bitch; read it like the sarcasm it is; but that ain't what I'm here for. You can save yourself a lot of time and a lot of pain by telling that psycho-Bitch nurse what she really wants to know."

"What do you think I been doing for the last two hours?"

"Stalling. The only two things she really wants to know are whether you have an Emo and whether you have an Imperatrix."

"We don't have an Imperatrix, our Maiden America's a hell of a lot better role model; only woman I ever let kiss me."

"Ha! Sounds like you got a lot more shades of picky where you're from. Nobody says no to sex with most supers here, unless they really like **** and pain. Now what about Emo?"

"What would she want with Mood Ring?"

"The ring. No place we've been has had more than one of them, and now her Royal Twatness has four. Yours will make a whole handful."

"Why are you telling me this? It sure as hell ain't out of the goodness of your heart."

"I got the information, didn't I? That and I brought you a couple of drinks. You finished the first one?"

You upend the bottle into your mouth. "That's one dead soldier; where's the other?"

"Right here." A shackle and chain appear around your neck and she yanks hard and fast until your face slams into her wet crotch. Shackles bind your hands to her thighs and a leather strap joins your ankles.

"I am not eating you, Bitch."

"You are if you don't want your cunt fitted for tentacles."

You dig in to her hot dripping pussy. She sticks a finger into your fear-wet snatch and makes a long stroke, then taps your button. After that it's a quick curl inside you and another stroke, then a clit-tap. Then stroke, curl, stroke, tap.

Fuck! That's Morse code!

You think back to weekends with your dad playing with the old ham radio. How did she know about that? Right, 'cause she's you. So what was that: T-A-K, then a single dot for E, then a double-tap, M-E, W-I-T-H, Y-O-U.

You pay her back with your tongue: three long strokes for O, then flick her clit, then stroke-nip-stroke for K. You find the whole idea of munching pussy disgusting, but this is actually kind of fun. Who knew?

Other you does most of the tease-talking, but you put together a plan. The two of you will work together to rescue the Bimbo Twins, then the four of you can grab Photon (yours) and Strobe (hers) and **** them to undo whatever the hell brought you here; if an opportunity presents, you'll also grab the Mood Rings. And all it took was a couple of orgasms from you and one squirt of cum in the face from her.