Fenris Perrywinkle: The Great Galactic Duel

Chapter XII: Yes, I'm wearing a diaper

Moist lips press themselves against my own. The kiss is long and passionate. A fleshy pop brings the lip-lock to an end and Amanda leans back and smiles at me. The bubbling hot tub feels wonderful – almost as wonderful as the gorgeous woman straddling my lap. Her electric blue bikini hugs her womanly form in a wonderful way.

She gives me the bedroom eyes and leans in close. "You're all mine, oh captain, my captain," she purrs.

"Not before I get a piece of the action, sweetie." A bright red bikini wearing Jennifer pushes Amanda off my lap. The woman playfully wrestle in the frothing water in front of me for a minute or two before the brunette relents and takes a seat on the other side. Now it's the blonde that slides onto me and presses her lips to mine.

A few passionate kisses later, Jennifer dismounts and sits opposite me with Amanda. The women look me up and down, then at each other and giggle.

All I can do is smile. What are these gorgeous women up to?

"Meet our friend, Alex," the women say in unison.

A fabulous red head in a bright green bikini slowly rises from the water in front of me. She is every bit the curvaceous woman that Jennifer and Amanda are.

"Do you like her?" the brunette asks as she peeks around the side of the new woman.

"She's our gift to you for being such an awesome guy," the blonde adds as she peeks around the other side.

All I can do is breath as my eyes take in every inch of the beautiful creature standing in front of me.

"I'm all for you, darling," Alex whispers with a thick foreign accent as she bends over and places her mouth on mine.

Something doesn't feel right. Her tongue feels cold and flat... like, a piece of metal or something.

I blink.

Little Tim clutches a ladder in front of me and tries to force a spoon full of milky liquid into my mouth. He notes that I've awakened and starts to tremble a little. "Warden says you gotta take your meds. Not my fault, Fenris. No funny business now!"

The little man clutches his ladder with white knuckles as I take in a familiar scene.

I'm bolted to the roof of LifeGuard maximum security prison again. What a revolting development. And here I thought I'd gone to heaven or something.

"You're not mad at me, are ya? Warden Jefferson made me give you the meds you know. Not my fault."

I look around – most of the rubble has been cleared from when Little Green... er... Nester and Bubbles Benson freed me the first time. The roof in front of me wasn't really repaired, but it had been patched.

"You're not going to shout at me and try and make me fall off my ladder again are you?" Tim asks, almost afraid to look at me.

A wave of deep sadness washes over me and I shake my head. "No, Tim. And I'm sorry for how I treated you the last time I was stuck up here. How long have I been here this time?"

"About a... a week," the little man manages to squeak out. "Warden Jefferson wasn't sure you were going to survive; you looked pretty bad when they brought you back. But he insisted we bolt you to the roof again, just in case."

Just in case, huh? Just in case I still have some alien mojo kicking around in my veins? Obviously the good Warden Jefferson is more than he appears to be. I don't think it's coincidence that he's in charge of this joint... and is mixed up in the Everbright / Deepdarc dispute as well.