When Francis awoke, he was stripped down to his underwear and lying in bed. However, he quickly realized he wasn't home; he was in a strange bed in a strange room. He had no idea where he was... or where his clothes were.
Before he had too long to think about this, the door opened and in walked his large-breasted goddess, Wendy. "I see you're awake at last," she told him. His eyes bulged as he saw that she was wearing slinky lingerie and nothing else. "My poor dear, I hope they didn't hurt you too badly."
"You... what? But I thought you were one of the evil women trying to conquer the world!" Francis commented.
"Oh, you have completely the wrong idea about me. I'm just a poor innocent slave to the other women. I have a plan to overthrow them, though. And then everyone can be free, and we can be together."
"We... what? Together?"
She walked up to him. "Of course. I could sense it from the moment I saw you. We're meant to be together." She walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. "Don't you agree?"
"Oh, yeah! Come here," Francis said, grabbing for her, but she easily dodged him.
"I'm afraid I can't be yours yet. There are certain enemies here in this world that must be stopped. I can't feel secure enough to be with a man until they are dealt with. If not for them," she said, reaching down to rub his genitals through the fabric of this underwear, "I would be yours."
Francis was being driven wild with lust. "Tell me who your enemies are. I'll take care of 'em!"
"Oh, you're such a dear," she said and told him of Sean, Jim, and Billy.
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