There is a new terrorist loose in the galaxy, a one woman
wrecking crew destroying wherever she goes. She has powers, an anti-superhero,
if you will. She rarely attacks average men on the street; her targets focus on
political leaders abusing their people.
They call her Jewel. Somehow Jewel has modified the Jewel of
Odan and incorporated it into her costume: one in each hand and one between the
tits. Men don’t have to think of a woman while touching the Jewel of Odan ,
Jewel decides the woman they will be.
As feared as Jewel is, bad guys can’t stay away. They come
to her thinking they can control a superhero. Quentin is one of the worst. He
knew Jewel was coming to his world; he made sure of it. His crimes of cruelty
were beyond anything seen before.
But attitude does not save your dick. The warning sensors
began clamoring; the moment of truth is here for Quentin. He heard screams end
with feminine crying as man after man fell to Jewel. Then his door burst open
and Jewel stood in the doorway staring at him.
“Now, Jewel, we can talk this out,” Quentin stammered.
Jewel rushed to him in three steps, grabbing Quentin with
each hand, a Jewel of Odan against each temple, and pulled his face into her
breast where the Jewel of Odan pressed against his forehead. It was over before
it started.
Jewel had special plans for Quentin. The new girl, a twin of Jewel, sat crying on the floor. “Can I have some clothes?” “Of course, Gemini;
that is your name now. You can wear my clothes; I have another suit.”
It felt so good wearing the costume! Jewel trained Gemini in
her new powers. Now bad guys had to worry about twin superheroes. The galaxy
has never been so safe, or sexy.
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