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The destruction of Sunnydale and the events surrounding it had

repercussions no one ever anticipated.





The fortunes of the Vampire Slayer Buffy Anne Summers and her friends

and allies were forever changed by the events leading up to and

surrounding the destruction of the city of Sunnydale, and its

Hellmouth.



The Vampire Slayer population had gone up from two to nearly two

thousand, and the army of the First Evil had been defeated by Buffy

Summers and a small number of these new Slayers during the climatic

battle that led to the destruction of Sunnydale. Nevertheless all

was not well.



The Watchers Council which had guided, funded, trained, and in some

cases ruthlessly used and manipulated Buffy Summers and the previous

Slayers was no more. Its leadership and many of its field operatives

wiped out by the agents of the First Evil.



The Summer Slayer and her allies were victorious but penniless. They

didn't have the money to track down the new Slayers, let alone

continue their war against the forces of darkness the way that they

wanted to.



Fortunately, around this time, Buffy's friend and former lover Angel

was put in charge of the influential and prestigious Los Angeles

branch of the law firm Wolfram & Hart.



The lawyers at the L.A. branch were able to use their legal wizardry

(in some cases involving actual witchcraft) to do as Angel commanded

and prove in court that Buffy Summer's mentor and former Watcher

Rupert Giles was the rightful inheritor of all the wealth and other

assets that had belonged to the Watchers Council.



With their newfound wealth Buffy Summers, Rupert Giles, and the rest

of their friends and allies had the means to begin the process of

tracking down all the new Slayers and building up their organization.



No longer would one (or even two) special girl(s) stand alone against

the forces of evil. Battling to hold the darkness back from a

relatively helpless humanity.



Buffy and Giles shared a common vision.



That an army of Slayers would fight the forces of evil. Fighting

alongside, reinforcing, and supporting each other. So that no longer

would the fate of the world often rest on the shoulders of one lone

woman.



Buffy and her friend Willow Rosenberg had great luck recruiting new

Slayers for the army. While Rupert Giles handled the complicated

administrative work of actually building the infrastructure of the

new organization.



The secret army that Buffy Summers and the other Slayers were

creating soon had more people and money than it knew what to do

with. However, it still needed weapons and other equipment to

actually FIGHT the forces of evil.

Around this time a mysterious woman came to Rupert Giles with an

intriguing offer. Claiming that those she represented had everything

the Slayers needed.



*****



Rupert Giles met the woman at a trendy café in an upscale Los Angeles

neighborhood. Giles wasn't fond of the great American city, but he

had needed to come here recently to secure the finances of the

emerging Slayer organization.



As they sat outside at a little circular table, the former Watcher

studied the woman.



She was short and skinny, with a cute face and long blonde hair.

The expensive suit she wore actually seemed to emphasize her small

stature, and her clear pale skin only enhanced her childlike

appearance.



But her blue eyes watched Giles coldly, and her body language gave

virtually nothing away.





Giles and the small woman engaged in polite small talk for a few

minutes, as the former Watcher waited for the woman to get to the

point. Eventually he realized that he would have to, which would

require him to ask her for information.



Thus giving her a momentary advantage in the conversation.



Rupert Giles had little patience for such verbal games so he simply

said "If you wouldn't mind getting to the point…after all…your the

one who requested this meeting."



Susan Zweller looked at the middle aged Englishman in his drab brown

suit and smiled.



Men like Rupert Giles were so easy to read.



"Simple Mister Giles…I represent Imperious Industries…and we are here

to offer you everything your `girls' need to take on the very worst

this world has to offer" Susan replied with an easy grin.



As part of her calculated just how Imperious Industries could best

profit off Buffy Summers and the other Slayers.



*****



It had been a very long time since the ancient mutant witch Selene

had been back to this world, let alone this particular city in it.

Nevertheless, she had no doubt that those she was meeting

would `remember' her.



The witch was uncharacteristically dressed in a simple blue dress

which flattered her voluptuous figure, and stylish black sunglasses

that hid her crimson eyes.



She was accompanied by a tiny woman of Japanese ancestry wearing

similar clothes. Whom Imperious Dakar had assigned to Selene for her

protection.



The Japanese woman was even smaller and weaker appearing than the

frail looking Susan Zweller. But Imperious Dakar had `assured'

Selene that she was also a merciless killer.



Though the woman's mind was somehow protected from her powers, Selene

was more than smart enough to realize that she was there at least as

much to spy on the witch as to protect her.



Being assigned a keeper irritated Selene, especially one like this,

who refused to even tell Selene her name.



"Still…when going to a place like this…its always best to bring along

at least one disposable minion" Selene thought as she and her

bodyguard walked into the New York City branch of the law firm

Wolfram & Hart.



*****



The portal facility in the Iberian capital city of Necroka was

improving dramatically. In the last few days the outer walls had all

been completed and the inner structure was almost finished as well.



As Susan Zweller exited the inter-dimensional portal she noticed that

the walls were now gleaming white, and the floor was a soothing light

blue. Giving the portal room a style similar to a medical facility.



Imperious Dakar, Udragoth, and a few security personnel were waiting

for the werewolf. But Zweller didn't react, for she had expected

such a reception.



As Susan walked up to Dakar, the technomancer immediately got to the

point.



"So…did ya find any viable business opportunities in that world

Susan?"



"Yes…several governments and militia groups expressed an interest in

our products…as well as that Slayers group I told you about earlier"

the short blonde answered calmly.



The large man looked down at Susan Zweller as he contemplated his

employee's words.



He expected nothing less but excellent work from Susan. Who had

demonstrated a talent for reading and manipulating people, and had

always served him well in the past.



Yet he couldn't help wondering how loyal she was.



Not only because her unique mentality made her immune to his psychic

powers, and that very quality also made her extremely hard to predict

sometimes (even for someone like him) but also because of the

circumstances of their first meeting.



Susan Zweller had originally joined his company to spy on him. When

he had learned of this he had offered her a simple choice.



Serve him and spy on her former masters while only telling them what

Imperious Dakar wanted them to know (and profit by it), or die.



Susan Zweller had initially only pretended to agree, but once she had

realized that he could indeed kill her at virtually any time, the

amoral werewolf had begun to serve him in truth.



"And what about Selene?" Dakar asked.



"She seems to be behaving herself…though I think we should not take

her good behavior for granted…she is an ambitious woman after all"

Susan answered calmly.



"And so are you" Imperious Dakar thought as he stared down at

Zweller. Wishing once again that he could read her mind.



In truth her immunity to telepathy and unpredictability were the

qualities about her that had always attracted Dakar the most.



Thanks to his telepathic powers, native cunning, and cybernetically

enhanced intellect Imperious found the actions of most people

incredibly easy to predict and control.



Even those whose minds he could not peer into were usually fairly

easy to manipulate once Imperious learned enough about them.



Nevertheless, Imperious Dakar wished he had someone he more fully

controlled to watch over, manipulate, and if necessary kill the witch

Selene.



But Susan Zweller was the only one he had qualified for such a job.



"What about the Illuminati?…what do they know?" Dakar demanded.

Referring to the group that had placed Susan in his organization as

their agent.



"Very little…I have simply told them that your building WMDs for

President Chrissy Lera…and have given them information that hints

that your building a branch office here to expand operations in Asia"

Susan replied coolly. Gazing at her boss with an even stare all the

while.



Imperious Dakar considered his employee once again.



He needed her involvement in this area of his business simply to help

hide it from the Illuminati (among other reasons) because she was his

only real spy inside the Illuminati. Besides she was well qualified

for the position.



With her physical power, pretty though harmless appearance (most of

the time), cunning, ruthlessness, and (most importantly) ability to

keep secrets even from herself, Susan Zweller seemed to be an ideal

double agent.



Dakar just wished he could be certain of her loyalty now that so much

was at stake.



"Its good enough for now" Imperious finally replied in an even tone.



Not sure if he was speaking more to himself or the object of his

doubts.



*****



Things in President Chrissy Lera's harem were changing quickly.



The relatively friendly (human) Iberian soldiers which had once

guarded the harem had been replaced by grim Imperious Industries

security personnel, and Chrissy Lera was now spending more time in

the harem than ever.



But the President was not herself.



Chrissy simply spent most of her time sitting down and staring into

space. She ate, she relieved herself, and she bathed, but that was

about all she had done for the last three days (ever since she had

been forced to appoint the new Minister of Defense).



Strangely enough, just as her domineering daughter was being reduced

to a submissive and unresponsive state, Gennifer Lera was becoming

more assertive, and treating Chrissy the way that the harem dwellers

had seen her daughter treat Gennifer.



As Jenny Calendar watched the two drow females who so resembled each

other together, and saw Gennifer Lera feed her daughter by hand, she

couldn't help wondering

"what the hell is going on?"



"Good girl" Gennifer cooed as she wiped some food off of her

daughter's cheek.



"Mama" Chrissy Lera moaned in despair as she laid her head against

her mother's bosom.



*****



Chrissy Lera's worst fear was coming true.



Selene and Imperious Dakar had peered deep into her mind to discover

it. Now they thought they had the thing that would finally break all

Chrissy's resistance.



When Chrissy Lera was young her mother Gennifer had utterly dominated

her mind with her sorcerous power. Acting not out of malice or power

lust, but a sincere desire to protect her daughter from everything.



Including herself.



Of course eventually Chrissy had become strong and independent anyway

(largely due to the influence of Marian Casta). Ending Gennifer's

reign of maternal domination.



Still, despite the fact that she was a much more powerful sorceress

than her mother had ever been now, Chrissy had never gotten over the

fear that if given the chance, her mother would take away her freedom

of thought again and reduce her to being nothing more than Gennifer

Lera's `sweet little girl' once more.



The Lady of Iberia had never admitted this to anyone (not even

herself), yet it was a big part of the reason that she had reduced

her mother to being her submissive lover and companion.



The fear that if she gave her mother any power over her, she would

find all the power and freedom she had acquired since childhood

stripped away.



This fear, this terror, was the reason that Selene and Dakar had used

their magic and Technomancy to suppress her ability to do simple

tasks like feed or dress herself. While telepathically commanding

Gennifer Lera to take care of her as though she were a little girl

again.



"Shh…its all right baby…shhh" Gennifer cooed as she softly stroked

her daughter's head. Holding it to her clothed bosom.



"Nooo…I'm not a baby…I am strong…I am the President" Chrissy thought

in denial as she was soothed.



Then Gennifer took off her top. Baring her bosom to her daughter.



Chrissy Lera stared at her mother in surprise.



Though Gennifer's bosom was still smaller than her daughter's

(somewhere around a B cup), the black breasts that she had seen so

often seemed bigger than she remembered, and the nipples were swollen

and puffy.



"Selene knew my baby would be hungry…so she made me lactate again"

Gennifer said in a sweet voice. Referring to one of the spells

Selene had cast upon her.



Chrissy stared at her mother in shock. She would have been less

horrified if Gennifer had violently beaten her.



Chrissy had willingly suckled her mother's breasts (and done far more

intimate things with her mom) for centuries.



But she had always been the dominant one. For she refused to act

submissive towards her mother in the bedroom (or anywhere else).



Nursing like a baby again was…intolerable.



The black skinned elf wanted to run away screaming, but Selene and

Dakar's magic compelled her to stay and obey her mother. As Gennifer

sat down beside her on the comfortable couch where her daughter was

sitting, Chrissy lowered her head to her mother's bosom.



"Go ahead and eat baby…I know your hungry" Gennifer said in a

soothing tone.



The drow dictator fingered her finely tailored white suit, her

artificial red eyes wide as she stared at the female who so resembled

her.



With her milk filled breasts bared and her eyes full of love and

compassion, the pretty female dark elf had never looked sweeter or

more maternal. Yet the sight of her had also never filled Chrissy

Lera with more horror.



Gennifer gently grasped her daughter's head and pulled it to her

right breast. Then she commanded her daughter to suckle.



As she sucked on the nipple, and sweet milk landed on her tongue,

Chrissy closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was doing this

with someone else. Someone who had not dominated her so thoroughly

in the past.



If her mother had been silent Chrissy might have succeeded, she might

have even enjoyed the experience, but Gennifer was not. She called

Chrissy her sweet little girl, her baby, and other affectionate yet

(under the circumstances) degrading nicknames.



"Don't worry baby…I'll be the responsible one from now on…you don't

have to worry about anything" Gennifer stated in a sweet voice.



"Not a baby…I'm strong…the leader" Chrissy thought in denial as she

continued to suckle and tears filled her eyes.



Having no idea that her mother was being controlled and manipulated

by Selene to an even greater extent than she was. And the one really

trying to reduce her to a submissive was the ancient witch herself.



*****



It was not in Imperious Dakar's nature to ignore anything potentially

useful.



So when he had taken all of the relevant and easily accessible

information from the mind of the human mutant known as Wolverine, the

technomancer had considered what further use the mutant could be to

his company.



Logan's accelerated healing and enhanced senses, while not entirely

unique, were nevertheless quite useful abilities. If they could be

copied or replicated (at reasonable cost) it would undoubtedly profit

Imperious Industries immensely.



So now Wolverine was being prepared to journey to South America.

Where a laboratory owned by Imperious Industries was expecting him.



Imperious Industries employees had found a simple yet highly

effective method of restraining him for his trip.



Wolverine was lying on what appeared to be a thin metal bed, but was

actually a machine whose surface was `magnetized' specifically to

attract the type of metal lacing Logan's skeleton. Which was why it

exerted a powerful force holding the mutant down.



The device pulling at Wolverine's skeleton was supported by long

metal poles ending in wheels. Chains were attached to these poles

that looped around Logan's wrists and ankles, but this was mostly for

show.



Such was the power of the force holding Wolverine down that he could

not even lift his head. Nevertheless, he refused to give up.



As he entered the plane that would take him out of Iberia, and to the

Imperious Industries lab awaiting him, Wolverine glared at the guard

escorting him.



The guard was a hulking Half-Orc wearing thick grey body armor. When

he saw the helpless and much smaller male staring at him with such

malevolence, he laughed. Amused by the mutant's helpless hatred.



"Bub…when I get free I am gonna pay back you boys and your boss for

all this" Wolverine growled. Looking quite bestial as he spoke.



Despite his certainty that the angry mutant couldn't get free, his

guard couldn't help shuddering at the murderous glare Wolverine was

giving him.



*****



James Stewart appeared average in almost every way.



He was Caucasian in a country where whites were in the majority, of

average height and weight for a man his age, regularly attended a

Roman Catholic Church in the Catholic neighborhood where he lived,

and always wore conservative business suits.



He was also the lawyer in charge of the Extra-Dimensional Division of

this branch of Wolfram & Hart.



Selene and her bodyguard were sitting with him in his large air

conditioned office. As James Stewart peered at them from behind his

large oak desk, he brought up Selene's file on his new laptop

computer.



"I am sorry Miss Selene…but it appears you still have an unpaid bill

with us…as well as the late fees it has been earning for the past

nine hundred and thirty-two years…I am afraid the firm cannot do

business with you until you settle your debt" James Stewart said

coolly.



Though she had been expecting something like this, Selene was still

irritated by it.

"How could people deny her things on the basis of mere money?

Didn't they understand they were privileged merely to be in her

presence?"





But the ancient witch let none of these thoughts effect the

expression on her beautiful and seemingly youthful face.



"A mere inconvenience child…I can give your firm something that will

cover my debts and pay for what I require from Wolfram & Hart" Selene

said confidently as she stared into Stewart's eyes.



Disturbed by the intense crimson gaze, and having some idea (based on

the information in her file) of how dangerous Selene was, James

Stewart answered carefully.



"And what would that be?"



Selene extended an open hand, palm up, in response to the question.

As her bodyguard and James Stewart watched closely, yellowish light

shot up from her hand.

The light coalesced into a vaguely humanoid form that appeared to be

standing on Selene's palm. It features quickly grew more distinct

and detailed and it was soon recognizably human.



It was a flame haired woman (or at least a three dimensional image of

one).



"Her… as well as the force that resides within her" Selene said

solemnly. Closely watching James Stewart's reaction.



The lawyer quickly searched the network database for any redheaded

woman with such particular features, and uncharacteristically gasped

aloud when he found her image and file.



It was Jean Grey, current host of the godlike Phoenix Force.



"Yes…Madam Selene…I think we can do business" James Stewart finally

replied.