Aunty Santa By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains material of a sexual nature that should only be read by someone 18 or older. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are 18 or older. All the heroines from the She Legion are the creation and property of Mr. X and are used with his permission. Mr. X also created Dragon Queen and Professor Werder who get brief mentions. Aunty Santa, Keith, and a few minor supporting characters are my own creation. Feel free to use them in your own stories if you want to. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * Author's Note: This story is a bit longer than many of mine and has more smut than normal with less plot. Merry Christmas! * It all started just after Black Friday, the unofficial start of the Christmas season. Brenda Wade and her blonde, pigtailed ward Lydia Wills were watching tv after supper before going out on their nightly patrol as Ms. Americana and Flag Girl. "Hey all you horny guys, gals and non-binary types out there, this is your Aunty Santa, here to tell you about the new and sexy spirit of Christmas." "What the hell is this?" demanded Brenda as she stared at the television. "Maybe a new Christmas movie trailer?" suggested Lydia. "If so, it's in pretty bad taste," snorted Brenda. "Most of the new Christmas movies that aren't made by Hallmark are," replied Lydia, "and that's the whole point." The television screen was showing a very busty African-American dressed in a Santa Claus suit, though far from the traditional one. Oh, she had the normal red and white cap perched on top of her afro, but the rest of the costume was best described by its near non-existence. It was really a red bikini with a little white trim that hid virtually nothing. The woman's large dark brown breasts were overflowing the top and just barely covered her obviously erect nipples. The bottom was a thong that hid her pussy, if only just. "Well, as you can plainly see," said Aunty Santa and here she paused to cup her large breasts with her hands, "I'm the opposite of Santa Claus. I mean I'm not some fat, old white guy who makes up naughty and nice lists. He is yesterday's news and I'm the new fresh spirit of Christmas. I'm his opposite which is why I'm Aunty Santa," and she giggled again at her pun. As for lists, well Aunty Santa only cares about those who are naughty. Nice is for losers. Now, you are going to see a lot more of Aunty Santa over the next few weeks, a whole lot more I promise you." The commercial or trailer or whatever it was ended, leaving Brenda and Lydia staring at the screen in total bewilderment. * Keith, the head of Santa's Counter Intelligence Division, sat in the elf lounge relaxing. He was a happy elf. He was the sole full time member of the Counter Intelligence Division and only got help from Rudolph on days when the reindeer wasn't involved in hazardous conditions sleigh training with the other eight reindeer. What made Keith happy and relaxed at the moment were the unusual sun spots that seemed to have sealed off the bubble dimensions that Psycho Santa and the Christmas Gremlins or Goblins or whatever they were calling themselves this time, from his reality. Those sexual pests could normally only transcend dimensions for a short time around Christmas, though they had been scheming to change and lengthen their stay, but the sun spots seemed to have sealed them in their own dimensions this year. Yes, Keith was happy, right up until the point when a very angry Mrs. Claus stomped into the lounge. "You've got to do something about that hussy!" cried Mrs. Claus. "What are you talking about Mrs. C?" asked Keith, taking a sip of his lemonade. "Her," snapped Mrs. Claus as she picked up the remote for the 108 inch TV that Santa had given the elves for a job well done last year and turned it on. Keith spluttered and coughed as he stared at the barely dressed woman on the screen, her voluptuous body almost life size on the large screen. "Holy fuck, look at the size of the jugs on that bitch! "Ahem," said Mrs. Claus with her arms crossed over her chest staring disapprovingly at him. "Er, I meant to say that the young lady certainly does appear to have a healthy looking body," amended Keith, who saw his source of cookies drying up under that stare. "I think sometimes you spend too much time living and working in the so called real world," said Mrs. Claus. Keith decided his best option at this point was to say nothing and instead took the remote that Mrs. Claus had handed him and turned up the volume so he could hear what the woman on the screen was saying. "This is your Aunty Santa again" the woman almost purred. "I'm here to remind you that you should forget about being nice. Nasty is where it's at this year with your Aunty Santa, the new spirit of Christmas. If you are really nasty this year, Aunty Santa might even show you her girls and her kitty," and the scantily dressed woman paused to give her large melons a shake that almost dislodged them from her top. In fact, Keith swore he could get a hint of a nipple when she did that. Mrs. Claus grabbed the remote back and turned off the TV. "You need to do something about her. I don't want anyone thinking that a strumpet like that is in anyway related to Santa." "I promise to look into them, er her," promised Keith as he tried in vain to excise the huge breasts of the woman from his mind. * The Ms. Americana Mobile was roaring down one of the major highways used to shunt traffic away from downtown Delta City when they spotted the billboard. You couldn't possibly miss it as it was easily the largest billboard either Ms. Americana or Flag Girl had ever seen. The huge digital billboard was displaying a several times larger than life image of Aunty Santa with a definite nipple slip and a speech bubble reading, "Aunty Santa wants you to be nasty with her." Cars were slowing down to take a longer look at the billboard and the giant jugs which was causing several near accidents, but the billboard wasn't the only thing that had the cars slowing down and drivers gaping. Highlighted against the light from the digital billboard, the dynamic duo of Delta City could see a woman bobbing her head up and down on a prodigious sized cock. Ms. Americana brought the car to a screeching halt on the side of the road and narrowly missed being rear ended by the drivers behind her. She scrambled out of the car and up the small rise to the base of the billboard with Flag Girl trailing along behind her. "What on earth do you two think you are doing?" Ms. Americana demanded as she stared down at the blonde woman who looked to be in her late teens and was still ignoring them and everything going on around them as she slobbered all over the cock of the prone man. "I'm sucking cock," said the woman a few seconds later when she finally pulled her mouth off the cock with a loud POP. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Ms. Americana tried to show how liberated and sex positive she was, but it was a struggle when the young woman went back to deep throating the cock and ignoring her presence. "Look, what you are doing is um fine in private as a consenting adult, but this is a public road," said Ms. Americana, her eyes focused on the woman's bobbing mouth which was stretched wide open since it really was quite a large cock. "Whyever would you do such a thing?" "Because Aunty Santa said it was ok to be nasty," replied the woman after several more up and down motions on the cock. "That, that's insane!" exclaimed Ms. Americana. "It's fun," replied the woman and grinning up at the heroine ran her tongue all around the head of the throbbing cock. "Did you want to give it a taste?" "NO!" Ms. Americana almost shouted and yet she found it hard to look away as the girl's mouth once more engulfed the cock and slid all the way down to the base, so the heroine could see the cock pulsating in her throat under the skin. Meanwhile, Flag Girl had walked around to the head of the man and stood looking down at him. "How you doing?" she asked. "Never better," gasped the man. "I've never had such a great blowjob in my life." "Your girlfriend?" asked Flag Girl who unconsciously licked her lips as her eyes cut to the bobbing head of the blonde and the cock stretching her lips wide. "No, never met her before in my life," gasped the man. "I was out for a jog on the path beside the road and so was she. We both stopped to stare at the billboard and the next thing I know, she is taking me by the hand, leading me up here and I guess you know the rest." "Yeah, I think I do," agreed Flag Girl. "Oh fuck, I am going to cum!" called out the man, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body tensed. "This is not cool," stormed Ms. Americana, stamping a high heeled foot in anger. "Ok Boomer," snickered the girl in a muffled voice as she continued to service the cock with her tongue and lips. Ms. Americana's baby blues flew wide in renewed outrage, "I am not a boomer you little hussy! I am nowhere near old enough!" "You look pretty old to me," replied the woman, rolling her eyes up to look at the outraged heroine. "You are getting up there alright Ms. A," put in Flag Girl, scrunching up her face in thought. "You must almost be boomer age by now or close to it." "That's not how it works!" snapped Ms. Americana, "and perhaps you want to consider the source of your allowance young lady. If I am so senile, I might forget to give it to you." "Ahhhh, I hate to interrupt your discussion," gasped the man, "but did I mention that I was about to cum?" "Yes and don't you dare," replied Ms. Americana. "I don't think I can stop it," panted the man. "Oh fuck, here it cums!" The blonde shot Ms. Americana an annoyed look as the heroine continued to make protesting sounds and then a look of wicked glee passed over her face. She could feel the blast of cum boiling up from the man's balls through his cock as she held it with one hand and then just as it was about to explode out of the slit, she slipped it from her mouth and pointed it at Ms. Americana. The first wad hit the Queen of Justice square in the face, covering her nose and lips. The second wad smacked into her cleavage and immediately began dripping down between her breasts. The third and final wad hit Ms. Americana in the belly button and streamed down into her bottoms. * "That was disgusting," stormed Ms. Americana as she once again sat behind the wheel of the Ms. Americana Mobile, trying to wipe the cum from her body with paper towels from the glove compartment. "I thought it was kind of hot," said Flag Girl with a grin. "And you missed a bit." "Where?" demanded Ms. Americana. "Right here," replied Flag Girl as she leaned in and licked a bit of cum from the corner of Ms. Americana's mouth. "Mmm, tasty," she said sitting back. Ms. Americana stared speechlessly at her sidekick, torn between outrage at the slutty action and a sudden burst of lust from her Aphrodite gene that wanted the blonde teen to do it again. Finally, with an effort, the dark haired heroine put the car into gear and resumed their patrol. * Angela Greer stepped into Sanctuary and stopped dead in her tracks , scowling at the image on the large screen television mounted on one wall. The Assistant DA was a member of the board of directors for Sanctuary and the unofficial legal counsel as well. Once a month at least she dropped in to provide free legal advice to the patrons of Sanctuary who had sought refuge there. As an employee of the DA's office, she couldn't officially represent them in court, but often all she had to do was direct people to the right places or people where they could get help. "I can't get away from that stupid slut," she snarled as she looked at the television. "Hello to all you perverts out there who have started to follow Aunty Santa on social media. It's your Aunty who has put the X into Twitter, and then added to more X's to make it more fun. If you want to see me in all my naked glory then make sure you follow me and Aunty will make sure you aren't disappointed. You can see Aunty Santa playing with some of her favourite toys like this one," and the buxom black babe held up an extra large and very realistic looking dildo that she licked with her tongue. Now, don't forget to keep tune for more Aunty Santa fun as we get closer to Christmas and do all those naughty things you've always dreamed of doing." Cyril, the manager of Sanctuary had been lounging against the bar, exchanging quips and flirts with Trudy the bartender when Angela entered and he paused to glance at the screen where the latest Aunty Santa ad was running. "Why has she got your panties all in a knot?" he asked. [Note: The concept of Sanctuary was first created by silkcords and modified by me. Cyril used to be the owner and manager of the Pussycat Club before it burned down. See Delta City PI for more details, especially the ending of #39.] Angela rolled her eyes at this question. "I swear that sometimes men can't think with anything but their dicks," she replied. "I've already lost track of how many times today people have asked me if I am Aunty Santa, or ask if I am going to dress up like her for the staff party. Just because I'm a black woman with big boobs doesn't mean I am a slut like her." Cyril did his best to look contrite, which was hard because the more he looked at Aunty Santa and then back at Angela, the closer the similarity seemed to him and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. "Hey, I'm sorry," he tried to apologize, "but there is something stimulating about her that is hard to resist." "Yeah, I can tell," replied Angela looking down pointedly at his forming erection that was tenting his pants. "Want to go into my office and discuss it in detail?" Cyril suggested half-jokingly, expecting to get turned down as he had been a dozen times before with his lazy propositions. "Why not," replied Angela with a shrug after another glance at the barely clad vision of Aunty Santa on the large screen. The Assistant DA's eyes had half glazed over as she regarded the jiggling form of the woman she had just been disparaging. Cyril hadn't really been expecting such a response, but like Angela, his eyes were not totally focusing on reality at the moment as he led the way into his private office. The door had barely closed when he felt Angela ripping his pants open and dropping to her knees in front of him. He gave a soft moan as Angela's mouth closed around his cock and he felt her tongue slither all around the head. "Damn girl," that feels fucking nice," he said as he rested his hands on top of her head and looked down to see his cock disappearing between those sexy lips. Back at the bar, Trudy cast another look at the TV and the closed office door and wished she could leave the bar and join them. She had always wondered what Angela was like in bed and she felt a little jealous that Cyril was finding out and not her, especially if she listened carefully and could hear the moans of pleasure coming through Cyril's closed door. * Keith pushed open the main door to Sanctuary and stepped inside. The elf knew he needed help with his Aunty problem, but he was hindered by the fact that only young children and animals could see Santa and his elves. There were a few exceptions such as Nancy who had been from another dimension and Emily Arcand, otherwise known as the heroine Void who was blind and so hadn't relied on her sight to infer his existence. The problem was that Nancy was currently out of this dimension and Emily was off somewhere in outer space which meant, Keith was going to have to find help somewhere else. [Note: For the Emily Arcand / Void Christmas story see ‘The Doll Who Stole Christmas'. For Emily's trip to space, see the end of ‘Gods vs. Demons'. Nancy was my main character in my first story, ‘Delta City Pi', but none of that is really necessary for you to read for this story, so just FYI if interested in learning more.] Not knowing where else to start, the elf had decided to try Sanctuary which was a place that tended to draw Aphrodite powered women and others with powers to it and maybe one of those would be able to help him. Keith glanced over at the bar where Trudy had looked up from cleaning the counter to stare at the door which had seemed to open itself as she couldn't see Keith. Pity, thought the elf as he took a look at Trudy's impressive rack in her low cut top and then immediately felt a little ashamed of himself after Mrs. Claus's admonition. Maybe Mrs. C. was right and he had been spending too much time in the sex obsessed human culture. With a sigh, Keith found an empty booth and sat down to think the situation over. "Hey Trudy, is Cyril around," called a voice as the door opened again and someone walked in. "I need to talk to him about my shifts next week." Keith looked up and saw Carla Rogers, otherwise known as Shield, by the bar. The redhead attended Delta City University and was working at Sanctuary parttime as a waitress. "He's in his office, but …," Trudy began, however Carla was already moving and strode across the room to fling open the door without knocking. "Oops, sorry guys," said Carla going as red in the face as her hair. Keith had got up and wandered over to stand invisible beside Carla and looking into the office, he saw Angela Greer on her back on Cyril's desk, naked with her legs spread. The woman was squeezing and groping her large brown breasts while Cyril pounded his impressive cock into her pussy. It took Angela a few seconds for her eyes to focus on the intruder and then she said, "Damn it Carla, learn to knock would you? Now either close the door and go away, or get your cute little ass in here and take your clothes off." Keith found himself gaping and not because of the sex he was viewing, or at least not totally. Angela Greer or Lady Midnight was an Aphrodite, but she was one of the more self-controlled members of the She Legion and this was rather atypical behavior for her and Keith had to wonder if this had something to do with the Aunty Santa ads. Carla seemed to hesitate for a second and then she smiled and stepped forward into the office, already starting to rip at her clothes even before the door closed, giving the elf an eyeful of her soft, round boobs. The last thing Keith heard through the now closed door was Angela speaking again. "Oh yeah baby come over here and sit on my face so I can lick that cute teen pussy of yours. I've always wanted to lick a red haired muff." Apparently Keith had not been the only one to get a look at the debauchery going on in the office as he heard a gasp from Trudy. "Hey Steve, I need you to come out here and take over the bar for a while." Steve Hodges, otherwise known as Captain Glory, one of the few male heroes in the female dominated Delta City hero club, came out of the kitchen. "What's up Trudy?" he asked. "Just stand here and serve the drinks will you," answered Trudy. Steve shrugged as he moved behind the bar, "Sure, but where are you going if you don't mind me asking?" "Oh, I am staying right here," replied Trudy as she dropped to her knees out of sight behind the bar and then if you listened closely, there was the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Keith saw Steve's eyes glaze over and the large man moaned softly. "Can I get a draft beer?" asked a customer approaching the bar. "Anything you want," gasped Steve as he glanced down to where Trudy had pulled up her top to expose her F cup tits and watch his cock disappear into her mouth. Since Steve was a rare Adonis male and Adonis heroes were as well known for their dick size as Aphrodite heroines are known for their boob size, that meant there was quite a bit of cock to swallow. That didn't seem to be bothering Trudy at the moment. This is so wrong, thought Keith and he headed for the main door of sanctuary. Magic users were able to see magical creatures like himself and the She Legion did have a sorceress in Hexanna that he might be able to recruit. * That good idea went south the moment Keith stepped into Hexanna's magic shop in Delta City. There was a small tv screen on the counter displaying Aunty Santa's smiling face and her bare breasts to the world. Ok, the slut had her hands over her nipples hiding them, but that almost made it worse. The ads seemed to be escalating in their sexuality, if that was possible, and Keith tried not to think about the places they might be going next. The ads certainly seemed to be having their usual effect on people that saw them, thought Keith as he heard moaning coming from the other side of an aisle of books. Peeking around the corner, Keith saw a goth girl on her hands and knees with her large tits swinging freely as some twerp dressed in a wizard's robe was banging her doggy style. "Oh yeah baby, that's it, shove that magic rod of yours into my pussy," moaned the goth. "Hah, everyone said I would never get laid because I'm such a dork," snickered the young man, probably a college student from the looks of him as he continued to drive his cock in and out of the woman's dripping snatch. "Beg some more bitch," he snapped and gave the girl's ass a hard, ringing slap. Keith tried to tune out the lewd, wet noise of the man's cock sliding back and forth in the wet pussy of the girl and also to try and think cool thoughts. There was more moaning from behind the counter and Keith hesitantly peeked over the top to see Hexanna locked in a 69 with a dark skinned woman that Keith recognized as Nefertari, the one time ruler of an ancient kingdom and recently transported to the present where she was working as an instructor at Hexanna's magic school. The former queen was also working on Hexanna's pussy with obvious relish as her tongue was deep inside it lapping at the juices there. [Note: See "Nevada Jones' if you want to learn more about Nefertari.] "Oh fuck yes Nefertari, that's it, you found my g spot ," moaned Hexanna in a muffled voice as her tongue and lips were pressed tight into Nefertari's pussy and displaying equal talent and enthusiasm as her darker skinned lover. I really, really could use a long cold shower right about now, thought Keith as he finally tore his gaze away from the pussy munching pair. Keith's attention was then attracted by a third source of moaning and stepping carefully around the two pussy lickers, the elf saw a third pair of lovers in the short corridor leading to the back rooms of the shop. The young man was definitely Harry Tinker, who worked in the shop as Hexanna's assistant as well as also teaching at her magic school. Keith didn't recognize the woman who seemed to be a policewoman judging from the bits of her uniform she still had on as she rode up and down on Harry's cock. Whoever she was, she might be an Aphrodite thought Keith as he watched her large breasts wobble in an entrancing manner as she played cowgirl. It was all too much for the elf and with a snap of his fingers, Keith transported himself to the North Pole where he jumped into a huge snow drift and buried himself in it. After a few seconds, steam began to rise from the pile of snow as it melted. A polar bear was padding by and had seen the elf jump into the snow. As an animal, the bear had no problems seeing magical creatures and it was hungry. Normally, it ate things like seals and walruses, but the bear was more than prepared to expand its dietary input with an elf. The bear was just about to reach out a massive paw and scoop up the elf when something hit it on the nose. "You bloody well leave him alone you brute," said Mrs. Claus, standing there holding a broom. The annoyed bear turned towards this new irritation and possible source of food and opened its mouth to display its impressive array of somewhat yellow teeth and a puff of breath that could take the paint off an aircraft carrier. This gesture had served the bear well in the past, but this time it only got him another whap on the nose from the broom. This confused the bear, more than it hurt it and then its tiny brain finally kicked into gear and told it that maybe this wasn't such a good idea if it wanted that case of coke it had asked for as a present for Christmas. With an audible snap, the bear closed its mouth and wandered off to search for a seal it could gnaw on. "That hussy is still on tv and things are getting worse," said Mrs. Claus as she regarded Keith who had stuck his head up out of the drift to see what all the noise and shouting was about. "I'm working on it Mrs. C, I'm working on," Keith assured her. * Ms. Americana looked around the conference table at She Legion HQ. She had called a meeting of the senior heroines only to discuss the Aunty Santa situation. "I thought it best to only include the more experienced heroines who are not as impressionable and susceptible to whatever this Aunty Santa seems to be doing." "That seems to be a wise precaution," said Hexanna. "We are more vigilant against these types of threats." "Totally," agreed Omega Woman. "You will never catch us acting like a bunch of lust crazed teenagers," agreed Lady Midnight. "Yes, best to leave the sidekicks and the less experienced heroines out of this," said Got Gal. "I don't think Summer is ready for this type of depravity," put in Green Specter protectively. "Alright, now that is settled, let's order some refreshments and then get down to our discussion," said Ms. Americana and she pressed a button on the table. A few seconds later, the room door opened and Danger Babe stepped into the room. She had been on monitor duty …again, or was it still? She seemed to live at She Legion HQ since her memory was still all jumbled and she couldn't remember her civilian identity, assuming she had one at all that is. "You buzzed ma'am?" she asked respectfully. [Note: Danger Babe is an older heroine created by Mr. X and there are very few stories about her. I didn't even know she existed when I started writing She Legion Stories. When I learned about her existence, I used a glitch in the reboot device (see Gods vs. Demons #5) that brought her and a few other "missing" heroines back into my stories. The problem was I didn't have any other info about her including her secret identity. I decided to make her lack of a secret identity a bit of a running gag with plans to do a story to flesh her out in the future. I later got info from Silkcords that she does have a name and a bit of a background that doesn't mesh with my description at all. Oops. Danger Babe's real name is Darla Blake and she is Asian or half Asian with long black hair, not blonde. Well, I did say there was a glitch in the reboot device didn't I? If I keep using her in stories, her identity and proper image will likely get restored with another glitch.] "Yes, bring us in a pot of coffee will you um …," Ms. Americana hesitated as she tried to remember the blonde heroine's name. "Danger Babe ma'am,"" prompted Danger Babe. "Are you sure?" asked Ms. Americana doubtfully. "Pretty sure ma'am," answered Danger Babe. "Well, I guess you should know if anyone does," replied Ms. Americana with a shrug that popped a boob out of her top without her noticing it. "Bring some cookies too," said Got Gal. "Preferably homemade and not the boughten crap." "I've got some chocolate chip cookies just out of the oven ma'am," reported Danger Babe. "Will there be anything else for anyone?" "How about some of those mini donuts?" mused Omega Woman. "Muffins," added Green Specter. "I would really rather have some herbal tea instead of coffee if that's not too much bother," said Hexanna. "How about some Oreos?" suggested Lady Midnight. "I like the idea of a white creamy filling all of a sudden." Danger Babe sighed and took out an order pad and a pen from her cleavage and began to make notes. She returned ten minutes later with two massive trays piled with food and drink that she put down on the table. "You forgot the cream for the coffee dear," said Ms. Americana inspecting the trays. "I'm sorry, but we are all out," replied Danger Babe. "Oh I can take care of that," said Omega Woman as she pulled down her top to expose her large jugs, grabbed an empty cup and started to squeeze her breasts. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned and then milk started to squirt from her nipple until the cup was full. "Ahh, that feels a lot better too. I got captured by Dragon Queen the other night and she used some drug or other on me to make me lactate. She wanted the milk for another one of her horrible schemes, but I eventually managed to turn the tables on her and escape. I think the drug is wearing off, but I'm still producing a lot of milk and it sure makes my titties tender." "If you need any help, I wouldn't mind drinking from the carton," smirked Got Gal. "Ladies, let's come to order," said Ms. Americana pouring herself some coffee and adding a generous dollop of milk to it. "That's all for now … um," she paused thinking hard. "Danger Babe ma'am," replied the blonde heroine helpfully. "Right you are," agreed Ms. Americana. "We'll buzz you if we need anything else." When the door had closed behind Danger Babe, Ms. Americana turned her attention back to the topic of the meeting while dismissing the random idea that had popped into her head about the blonde having a rather nice ass. "Now, where were we? Oh right this Aunty Santa bitch. I did get a strange email from someone about her which helped prompt this meeting." "Who is the email from?" asked Omega Woman as she buttered a muffin then took a large bite with some crumbs falling down into her impressive cleavage. "It is from someone who calls himself Keith," replied Ms. Americana, reading the email on her phone. "He claims he is an elf and that he has to communicate with us via email since we can't see him. He says only children, animals and magic users can see him" "I wonder why he didn't come see me then," mused Hexanna. "Hmm, he says something about that," said Ms. Americana as she scanned the email. "He says something about visiting your shop and you being in an intimate conversation with Nefertari." "I guess we must really have gotten involved in things since I don't recall seeing him in the store," said Hexanna with a shrug as she ate a chocolate chip cookie and had to extend her tongue to lick bits of cookie from her lips. "Damn that looks delicious," said Green Specter staring at Hexanna. "Yes, the cookies are pretty good," agreed the sorceress. "Yeah, they look pretty good too," replied Green Specter and her own tongue came out to run over her lips seductively. "ladies, we are getting off topic again," cut in Ms. Americana. "This Keith claims that Aunty Santa is some kind of a plot by persons unknown to pervert Christmas. He says she is making everyone who sees her increasingly raunchy videos to have sex." "Nothing wrong with a bit of sex I always said," noted Got Gal as she peeled a banana and put it in her mouth. "I think you are supposed to bite it and not suck on it," said Lady Midnight watching Got Gal play with the banana. "You do it your way and I will do it mine," replied Got Gal, as she took the banana from her mouth and licked it with her tongue. * "Sssh, I'm having problems hearing what they are saying," said Flag Girl in her bedroom at Wade Manor. "It's because their mouths are so full of food," snickered Specter Girl. "I don't see why we weren't invited to the meeting," pouted Amazing Babe. "We're just as good of heroes as they are." "Maybe better," put in Azure Angel. "I mean look at all the times they have been captured and raped. You would almost think they like it." "Well it can be kind of fun at times," said Flag Girl with a wistful look on her face, "especially when their cocks are really big." "Flag Girl!" exclaimed Shield, looking shocked. "What?" replied Flag Girl. "Don't tell me you never enjoyed getting a good railing from some hung villain and his or her henchmen?" "Never," cried Shield. "Liar, liar, pants on fire," snickered Specter Girl. "Will you all shut the fuck up and listen?" said Night Raven. "You all begged me to bug the room so we could listen and watch the meeting and you keep on babbling so we can't hear a thing." "I'm hungry," complained Amazing Babe. "They got food, why don't we have food?" "I've got a huge Uber Eats order on the way," said Flag Girl. "Did you order the caviar?" asked Specter Girl anxiously. "Yes, and the chicken wings Amazing Babe wanted," replied Flag Girl. Night Raven groaned and turned up the volume. * "How do we know this isn't just a crank message?" asked Omega Woman. "It might just be some scam or phishing attack." "Well there is no link to follow, or anything like that," replied Ms. Americana. "It still sounds a little farfetched to me," said Lady Midnight. "How can tv commercials be having such an effect on people?" "Subliminal messages?" suggested Omega Woman and then reached for the milk cup again which was almost empty. She pulled up her top again and this time squeezed her other boob and splashed milk into the cup until it was full again. "Damn, I will be glad when the drug wears off." "That's a possibility," said Green Specter. "Maybe we should view some of the ads and check for them." "Do you think that is safe?" asked Ms. Americana. "Of course," replied Green Specter without hesitation, "you yourself said how we are more experienced and not so susceptible to such things." "I know they won't affect me," put in Hexanna confidently. "Ok, then let's watch a few," agreed Ms. Americana and she manipulated the remote control to turn on a large screen and start playing one of the ads in question. "Hello to my little perverts out there," said the smiling face of Aunty Santa. "Actually, Aunty likes BIG perverts if you know what Aunty means," and she winked lewdly. "You have all been sending Aunty Santa your requests and remember Aunty doesn't live at no fucking freezing North Pole. Aunty has her own private Caribbean island. The zip code is OH OH OH 69 and don't forget to send money too since keeping a private island isn't cheap. Now back to those requests of yours. Everyone wants to see Aunty's nipples. Well, I suppose I have teased you enough and you deserve a good look at Aunty's tits." With that, the busty black woman reached behind her back and undid her top and after holding it in front of her for a few teasing seconds let it fall, leaving her huge boobs fully expose with the large black nipples proudly errectd. "Can she do that on television?" gasped Green Specter as she looked over at Got Gal, who in her secret identity was really Tonya O'Donnell, a reporter for WXYZ and who regularly appeared on tv. "Well it is after prime time," said Got Gal licking her lips and staring at the screen, "so it might be ok. ?Anyway, I doubt anyone is going to complain about getting to see those wonderful melons." "I know I'm not," said Omega Woman "Fuck those are big." "Look at the size of those nipples," breathed Lady Midnight. "Speaking of nipples," moaned Green Specter as she pulled up Omega ?Woman's top and began to suckle one of the short haired blonde's leaking nipples. "It's a good thing we didn't let the younger heroine see this stuff, they might have been affected," said Omega Woman as she moaned softly and stroked Green Specters silky blonde hair. * "You go mom," encouraged Specter girl who had a hand down the front of her bottoms, touching herself as she watched Green Specter sucking on Omega Woman's tits. "When is the food getting here?" asked Amazing Babe. "I always get hungry when I'm horny." As if on cue, the doorbell rang. "If you're so hungry, you can answer the door," said Flag Girl. "I dare you to answer it naked," said Battle Sprite. "No way,!" gasped the stacked blonde. "Bawk, Bawk, Bawk," returned Battle Sprite, flapping her arms and imitating a chicken. "Oh fine, if it will make you happy," said Amazing Babe as she stood up, stripped off her bikini costume and wiggled her ass on the way out the door. "Quick, turn on the doorbell cam," called Specter Girl and Flag Girl split the large screen in half, with one half showing the conference room and the other the main door to Wade Manor where a pimply faced young guy was standing with half a dozen bags of food. They all watched with baited breath as the naked Amazing Babe walked down the stairs and casually opened the door. The guy's eyes bulged from his sockets as they took in Amazing Babe's basketball sized boobs, topped with hard pink nipples and then travelled down to her shaved pussy. "Ten bucks says she sucks him off," said Azure Angel as they saw the bulge grow in the boy's pants. "Oh come on, Jessica's not that big of a slut," said Shield. "Of course she is," said Flag Girl leaning forward to see the screen better. They couldn't hear what Amazing Babe said, but a few seconds later, she dropped to her knees and opened the delivery boy's pants. Her fingers reached into his underwear, pulled his cock out and stroked it a few times before popping it into her mouth. "Lucky guess," muttered Shield as she gave Azure Angel ten bucks. "Double or nothing, she makes him cum in under two minutes," said Azure Angel. "No bet," snorted Shield. "Look at her go to town on that cock and I bet that is the first blowjob that guy ever got in his life, he won't last long." "Fucking hot," commented Battle Sprite as they watched Amazing Babe's large tits bounce up and down as she worked the cock with her lips and tongue. "One minute and twenty five seconds," announced Shield when they saw the guy stiffen and began to unload is cock cream into Amazing Babe's gulping mouth. "Well maybe she won't be so hungry now," commented Flag Girl as they watched Amazing Babe wipe the back of her hand over her mouth where a little cum was leaking out. "He gave her a pretty good load. "Here's the food," said Amazing Babe a few seconds later as she walked back into the room still naked and carrying the bags. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the screen which still showed the front door on one half. "Hey you didn't watch me did you?" "Of course we didn't," said Azure Angel with a grin. "How did he taste?" "Yummy," replied Amazing Babe with a matching grin. "If we run out of food, we can order more and he said he would deliver it free. If that happens, you get to answer the door." * There was a knock on the back door of She Legion HQ and after checking the security camera, Danger Babe swung it open to see a pair of buxom blondes standing there. "I'm not sure this is a good idea," she said as she stood aside to let them enter. "Well we kind of felt left out," said Champion Girl. "The senior citizens, er senior heroines don't consider us old enough to be part of their clique and the juniors think we are too old for them" "Yeah, so we decided to snoop, er watch the meeting from here in the control room," put in Power Lass. "I still don't know if it is a good idea though," said Danger Babe, but she made no further protest as the other two blondes took up seats in front of the banks of monitors with one tuned to the conference room. "Oh, I see you were watching the meeting already," said Champion Girl. "I kind of have to," replied Danger Babe. "That's the best way to try and anticipate what they are going to want." "It looks like Greenie really wants what Omega Woman has got to give," observed Power Lass as she watched the green clad heroine sucking on Omega Woman's massive mounds. "I think it is the ads," said Danger Babe. "Well, we are too smart to fall for them," smirked Champion Girl as she settled back comfortably two watch, one hand groping her tits through her top without her even realizing she was doing it. * "Do you feel any effects from the commercial?" Ms. Americana turned from the screen where Aunty Santa was playing with her nipples. "Not a thing," replied Got Gal, who had pulled off her top and lifted one of her ponderous breasts to her mouth where she was sucking on the hard nipple and moaning softly. "No one else is um like dripping wet?" asked Ms. Americana. "Well now that you mention it," said Lady Midnight looking down at her crotch. "I think someone turned the tap on. Do you want to see?" "Well, maybe just for research purposes," replied Ms. americana as she stood up and moved to kneel in front of the black heroine. "You really are a sweet little white slut," said Lady Midnight slipping off her purple costume with practiced ease and putting her legs on the chair arms to open herself up for that research. "Oh you are pretty wet," gasped Ms. Americana. "I better take a closer look to make sure everything is alright." "I think you should do just that," laughed Lady Midnight, as she grabbed two handfuls of Ms. Americana's dark locks and yanked the other heroine's face tight against her pussy. "I also think you should do some taste testing while you are down there." "mmm, I think I should too," agreed Ms. Americana as she stuck out her tongue and began to lick Lady Midnight's pussy. "Oh fuck yes, that feels good," moaned Lady Midnight as she pressed her cunt tighter into the white heroine's face until it was all nice and shiny with her juices. "Disgusting lack of control," said Hexanna as she got up and moved over to got Gal and captured the blonde's lips for a long kiss. "Not like us," agreed Got Gal as she shoved her tongue into the sorceress's mouth. * "I didn't think your mom liked to swing with other women," said Flag Girl looking at Specter Girl. "Well, you know the old saying," replied Specter Girl, "like daughter, like mother." "Er, I am not sure that's right," replied Flag Girl scrunching up her face in thought, always a little difficult for someone so out of practice. "Maybe I got it wrong," replied Specter Girl as she pulled Flag Girl in for a kiss on the lips. "I just know while I like a good hard cock as much as the next heroine, I also love a soft pair of tits too," and she slid her hands under Flag Girl's top to demonstrate the point. "I can understand that, believe me," gasped Flag Girl and she leaned forward to resume the kiss with Specter Girl. "What about you slut? What do you like?" Battle Sprite asked Amazing Babe who hadn't bothered to get dressed after her return from the door. Amazing Babe arched an eyebrow. "You've changed you know. With that haircut and the workouts, you look kind of butch." [Note: Are you getting tired of these yet? Battle Sprite, like Danger Babe is an earlier creation of Mr. X that has largely been abandoned. This might be due to the fact that she was depicted looking a bit too much like jail bait. Silkcords and I discussed this and he came up with a new look and background story for her that I have also adopted. Battle Sprite has grown up and worked hard on her martial arts training to become a real heroine and not a pest, though she still does have that blinding smile when needed.] "And you look like a fucking whore with those big jugs hanging out," said Battle Sprite as she stood up and began to remove her costume. "I've also got just the right thing for that shaved cunt of yours." "Oh, and what is that?" asked Amazing Babe. "This," replied Battle Sprite as she produced a large strap-on dildo. "I'm going to fuck your slutty brains out with this." Amazing Babe looked at the massive fake schlong and gulped. "Um, maybe we could just play checkers instead?" she suggested. "I don't think so," replied Battle ?Sprite as she finished putting on the strap-on and gave it a couple of strokes as she moved towards Amazing Babe. With a lunge Battle Sprite grabbed Amazing Babe by her blonde hair and dragged her over to Flag Girl's bed and tossed her down onto her back. In a flash, she was on top of the blonde heroine, kissing her and grinding their bodies together. Breaking the kiss, Battle Sprite positioned the head of her fake cock at the opening of Amazing Babe's slit and slipped it inside. "Oh fuck yes, that's it, rape me," gasped Amazing Babe as the whole little roleplay had her sopping wet. "Oh, I intend to," cried Battle Sprite "You fucking heroines love it when you get railed by a hard cock. I can tell by how fucking wet your cunt is and how hard those nipples of yours are." Night Raven looked from the screen where the senior heroines were now all engaged in making out with each other to the bed where Battle Sprite was ploughing Amazing Babe's pussy to where Flag Girl and Specter Girl were getting naked and fondling each other. "It might be the commercials, but at the moment, I don't fucking care. I need to fuck someone," and she looked at the other three still unpaired junior heroines. "What shall it be? Some hot Asian food, some dark chocolate or a redhead?" "We've never done it," said Azure Angel pulling off her costume, "so it looks like you eat Asian tonight." "Works for me," responded Night Raven as she dived between the Asian heroine's spread legs and began to lap at her pussy. "I guess that leaves you stuck with me," said Shield rising up to pull Got Chic to her for a kiss. "Well, it will be a nice change from getting fucked by the monster of the week like I seem to get with Got Gal," replied Got Chic. "I mean just last week, we got raped by some giant cockroaches." "I'm sure I can be a better lover than some mutant bug," replied Shield as she slid first one and then two fingers into Got Chic's wet pussy and began to fingerfuck her. "And Ibet you kiss a lot better too," giggled Got Chic as she pressed her lips to Shield's. * "I knew this was a bad idea," thought Danger Babe as she rubbed her pussy and watched Champion Girl and Power Lass eating each other out in a 69 position on the floor of the control room. The monitor beeped. "Oh fuck," moaned Danger Babe as she pulled her slick fingers out of her pussy and pressed the accept video call button without stopping to think that she was naked. "Hi Danger Babe," said the face of Jungle Babe. "I'm over here in Africa and we've been getting these really weird commercials here and …" the jungle heroine broke off as her brain caught up with what her eyes were seeing and she stumbled to a halt. "What's going on there Danger Babe? What are you doing?" "I'm jilling off," replied Danger Babe calmly as she went back to rubbing her clit with one hand and playing with her now exposed boobs with the other. "Care to join me?" Danger Babe had always rather liked Jungle Babe as the woman was one of the few that seemed to remember her name most of the time. "That would be so wrong," said Jungle Babe, but she made no move to break the connection and her eyes stayed transfixed on Danger Babe and what she was doing. "It feels so right," moaned Danger Babe. "Wait, is that Champion Girl and Power Lass eating each other out?" gasped Jungle Babe, finally noticing the two naked blondes behind Danger Babe. "Yep, I think they are having a contest to see who can make the other cum first," replied Danger Babe. "Fucking hot," breathed Jungle Babe as she pulled off her fur bikini top and began to play with her own breasts while staring at Danger Babe on her monitor. "I sure could use someone licking my pussy right about now." Jungle Babe paused for a second, smiled and yelled "Wild Girl get in here, I need your help with something." "Isn't she your sister?" asked Danger Babe with an arch of her eyebrow. "Maybe," grinned Jungle Babe. "Fucking hot," gasped Danger Babe. "You wanted to see me Jungle Babe?" came a voice from off camera. "Holy fuck, what are you doing?" "Spreading my legs, so you can lick my pussy," replied Jungle Babe. "Just consider it part of your training as a slut and a heroine." There was a moment of hesitation and then Danger Babe could just see the top of a blonde head as Wild Girl crouched between Jungle Babe's thighs and got on with her training. * "Ohhhhh, my head, what did we do last night?" moaned Ms. Americana as she woke up and looked blearily around the She Legion conference room and seeing nothing but naked female bodies with the only sound being the snoring of Omega Woman. "What didn't you do?" snickered Hexanna's skull staff from where it was leaning against the wall with what looked like Green Specter's bra draped partially over it. "I haven't seen such a juicy orgy since Anthony and Cleopatra last held a party." "I'm beginning to think that this Keith person was right about the insidious effects of those commercials," muttered a groggy Hexanna as she woke up and peered around as memories of the previous night poured back in. "No kidding," said Omega Woman as she moaned and then reached down and pulled a dildo out of her pussy with a POP. "Who does this belong to?" she asked as she licked it clean. "It's green, so you get one guess," snickered Lady Midnight. "Well at least one good thing came out of all the fun," replied Omega Woman. "I think my boobs have stopped leaking milk." "And my stomach feels strangely full," said Got Gal as she rubbed her bare tummy. BING "It looks like Keith just sent us another email," said Ms. Americana picking up her phone and noticing the various lewd selfies she had taken during the orgy. She was going to have to delete those, but maybe later after she had more time to study them. "What's our possible elf got to say for himself this morning?" asked Lady Midnight as she began to hunt around for her discarded costume. "He says that Aunty Santa is planning to replace the real Santa on the Delta City Santa Claus Parade float in two days time," read Ms. Americana. "Keith says if that happens, it will permanently erase Santa from existence and establish Aunty Santa and her lustful ways as the new Christmas spirit." "Is that so bad?" asked Got Gal dreamily as she slid a finger into her pussy. "YES!" the other five replied in unison. "Oh right, very bad," agreed Got Gal as she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. "How do we stop her though?" asked Green Specter. "It seems like every time we see her commercials, we turn into lust crazed bimbos. I can't imagine what it would be like to meet her in person." "Keith has an idea about that," replied Ms. Americana, "but I need some coffee to wake me up before I can do anything else." "Just don't expect any more milk," warned Omega Woman, "my girls are back to normal." "That's ok, I prefer black coffee in the morning," said Ms. Americana as she pressed the button on the table. "I hope that wasn't some racial joke," said Lady Midnight pointedly. "You called ma'am," said Danger Babe hurrying into the room. "Yes, I need coffee and …. You're naked!" exclaimed Ms. Americana running her eyes over the nude body of the blonde heroine whose name escaped her at the moment. "Yes ma'am, I always sleep naked," replied Danger Babe, "and may I point out that you are naked too? In fact, all of you are." "Yes, ahem, it was an exhausting all night meeting and we got comfy," replied Ms. Americana as she peeked under the table to see if her bikini costume was there. "It's over in the corner," said the staff helpfully. "You used it to tie up Got Gal at one point during the orgy because she said being tied up made her wetter and hornier." "Oh right," said Ms. Americana vaguely and then remembered why she had pressed the button. "Please bring us a fresh pot of coffee." "And some fresh croissants," added Green Specter. "More muffins," said Omega Woman, "but not the bran ones." Danger Babe sighed and picked up a sticky napkin from the table and began to take orders. On the way out of the room, she was passed by Champion Girl and Power Lass coming in, still trying to get their costumes back in place. "We, um heard about the meeting," said Champion Girl, "so Power Lass and I came to see if there was anything we could do to help. Anything at all," she added looking at Omega Woman's bare tits and licking her lips. "Oh just take a seat and we will fill you in on everything we discussed," said Ms. Americana with a sigh. "Everything?" asked Power Lass innocently as she picked up Got Gal's top from the chair she was about to sit down in. * "Hey, the seniors are awake again," said Flag Girl as she heard the audio emit something more than Omega Woman's snoring. "Bunch of sluts," muttered Azure Angel from where her head was pillowed on Amazing Babe's amazing boobs. "Not like us at all," agreed Specter Girl as she idly caressed Night Raven's pussy. "I'm hungry again," complained Amazing Babe, "and if we are doing more Uber Eats, it is someone else's turn to blow the delivery guy." Ding Dong. "I put the order in ten minutes ago," said Flag Girl. "Who wants to take one for the team?" "I will," said Got Chic stumbling to her feet and heading for the door. She trooped down the stairs and flung the main door open to find a startled middle aged woman with an armful of bags. "Hey aren't you Mrs. Brown, my eighth grade teacher?" asked Got Chic, forgetting she was still wearing her mask, the only part of her costume she still had on. "Anita?" said Mrs. Brown uncertainly, "Anita Jackson?" "Yeah, that's me," agreed Got Chic and then she remembered the mask. "Oh we were having a costume party last night and I just dressed up as Got Chic." "Oh she's one of my favs in the She Legion," replied Mrs. Brown blushing a little. "Er, well here is your Uber Eats order." "Cool, but why are you delivering stuff when you're a teacher?" asked Anita, taking the bags and putting them on the floor inside the door. "Do you know how little they pay teachers?" asked Mrs. Brown. "I need this side job to help pay the rent." "Jeez, I never knew that," replied Got Chic. "I hope Fla…er Lydia gave you a good tip." "She was pretty generous," Mrs. Brown agreed. "Um, I guess I better get going." "Yeah, I suppose so," agreed Got Chic. "Sorry for the way I am not dressed, I was going to give the delivery guy a bonus if you know what I mean." "Oh!" gasped Mrs. Brown and she started to turn away and then stopped. "Actually, I wouldn't object to a bonus from Got Chic or at least someone dressed or undressed like her." "Yeah?" asked Got Chic as she smiled and cupped her DD boobs. "You like girls do you?" "I, I haven't tried one before," blurted Mrs. Brown, "but you do look so fucking hot Maybe it's just because I saw one of those Aunty Santa commercials on my Instagram on the way here, but I suddenly feel like giving pussy a try for the first time." "Well, I think it's my duty to help a teacher learn new things," purred Anita as she pulled Mrs. Brown in the door. "How about you take those clothes off teach so I can give you a grade?" "Oh yes, please do," replied Mrs. Brown ripping at her clothes in a sudden frenzy. Up in Flag Girl's room, the junior heroines all stared in rapt attention as Got Chic pushed the now naked Mrs. Brown onto her back on the floor and got between her spread legs. Hands began caressing their own bodies and those of the others around them as they watched Anita's tongue snake out and lap at Mrs. Brown's pussy and clit. Even Amazing Babe didn't complain about the delay in getting her food as they watched for the next half hour as first Anita did Mrs. Brown and then the teacher returned the favour. "You know, I think I'm her favourite ex-student now," grinned Got Chic when she finally returned to the bedroom with the food. * "Tell me how this is supposed to work again?" asked Got Gal doubtfully as two days later, the entire team was assembled in the She Legion conference room, except of course for Danger Babe who was on monitor duty. "Well according to Keith, Aunty Santa transmits her message of sexual depravity via the senses, so I had Professor Werder whip up this device." On the table sat a large, bulky helmet like device. "It cuts off sight, sound, smell and taste completely. The Professor calls it his Sensory Deprivation Helmet. Whoever wears the helmet can then fight Aunty Santa without being affected by her lust powers." "How can they do that if they can't even see?" asked a skeptical Lady Midnight. "I mean Daredevil was a cool comic concept, but I'm not so sure it works in reality for fighting villains." "The helmet has a screen like a radar built into it," explained Ms. Americana with a frown. "Maybe the Professor took the idea from Daredevil for all I know." "Ok, then who is the unlucky heroine who gets to try this thing out against Aunty Santa?" asked Green Specter. In reply, Ms. Americana pressed the button on the desk and a moment later Danger Babe hurried in. "You wanted something ma'am?" * "I really don't think this is a good idea," muttered Danger Babe a short while later as the She Legion descended on the area where the parade was marshalling. "Oh don't be such a worry wart whatever your name is," said Ms. Americana confidently as she pushed danger Babe forward towards the gaudy float where Aunty Santa was supervising its final preparations. The Queen of Justice and the rest of the She Legion then quickly scampered out of sight to hide behind the huge Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtle float. "Hey, these turtles are anatomically correct," whisper cried Flag Girl. "They all have big green dicks!" "Ssshhh," said Ms. Americana putting her hand over her sidekick's mouth. Danger Babe sighed and activated the helmet. She could no longer see, hear, taste or smell anything and it was all rather unnerving. All she had was this screen in front of her eyes like a really old video game where Aunty Santa was represented by a pixelated red shape. "Oh well, I guess it's time to be an idiot and live up to my name," she said as she advanced on Aunty Santa. "What the fuck is this?" asked Aunty Santa as she caught sight of Danger Babe fumbling her way towards her and running into various obstacles. The busty villainess cocked her head to one side and smiled. "Oh I get it, I bet that helmet is supposed to block out my powers is that it?" Danger Babe didn't answer, mainly because with the helmet on, she couldn't hear a damn thing. "Um, Ms. A," whispered Flag Girl to her mentor. "I just thought of something." "Is it important?" whispered Ms. Americana back, her eyes fixed on the confrontation between Danger Babe and Aunty Santa. "Yeah, I think so," replied Flag Girl. "Well what is it?" asked Ms. Americana with a sigh. "Well, aren't there five senses?" asked Flag Girl. "Yes, so what?" demanded Ms. Americana. "Um, well the helmet only blocks four of them right?" asked the pigtailed sidekick. Ms. Americana started doing a mental rollcall of the senses. Sight, smell, sound and taste. That left um touch she decided. Aunty Santa reached out and cupped one of Danger Babe's large tits in each hand. "Oh my what big boobs you have, all the better for Aunty Santa to play with," and she tweaked both nipples. "Pity the genius who thought this helmet up couldn't count the number of senses. I bet it was that old horndog Professor Werder. He was probably too busy ogling Ms. Americana's hooters to think straight. I did make sure to email him some special copies of my commercials just in case." "He was rather staring fixedly at my cleavage," muttered a distraught Ms. Americana. Danger Babe let out a soft moan of pleasure as her nipples were played with. She too was suddenly realizing the flaw in their plan and felt her body start to heat up. I need to do something while the bitch has only one sense to operate on, Danger Babe thought desperately and she wound up and clocked Aunty Santa in the jaw with a right cross. "Oh damn," murmured Aunty Santa softly as her eyes rolled up into her head and she fell unconscious to the ground. * "I knew my plan would work all along," said Ms. Americana some time later when Anty Santa had been loaded into another specially prepared device of Professor Werder's design. This one was a complete sensory deprivation tank that totally isolated the buxom temptress from the rest of the world. The tank would be taken to MaxHold prison where the villainess could be kept safely until Christmas was out of danger. "Isn't that a bit like torture?" asked Omega Woman doubtfully. "I'm pretty sure sensory deprivation is one of the things the UN outlawed." "Well, it will only be for a few days until Christmas," replied Ms. Americana. "I suspect that Aunty Santa like Psycho Santa can only exist in our reality for the short time before Christmas." "Oh goddess, does that mean she will come back every year?" asked Got Gal. "I don't know," admitted Ms. Americana, "but if she does come back, we know how to defeat her." "Then let's worry about that next year," said Amazing Babe. "I vote we go out and party. I hear they have a really hung new male stripper over at Monty's." "Count me in," yelled Flag Girl and there were sounds of assent from the rest of the heroines. That is all except Danger Babe who was back on monitor duty. The blonde heroine sighed as she heard the fading sounds of the rest of the She Legion departing and started to play ‘It's A Wonderful Life' on the largest monitor. After a while, Danger Babe stopped the movie and put on ‘Debbie Does Dallas' instead. Much better, she thought and settled in for a quiet night alone. She didn't even notice when the back door of She Legion HQ opened ,an invisible figure slipped inside and sat down in a vacant chair in the control room to alternately watch the movie and Danger Babe. The End