The Boobit Chapter Eight: Heroines and Spiders By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction that contains material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or over. Most of the characters in this story are the creation and property of Mr. X. See the Prologue for a full list. You can send any feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * It had been a very good night, thought Borden to himself. After fucking the large breasted sorceress for two hours, she had fallen asleep with his cum dripping from all her holes. He hadn't even minded the running snarky commentary from the bitch's staff where it stood propped against a wall. Borden wasn't sure why the woman kept the thing, but vaguely knew it was the source of her power and he supposed she tolerated it for that reason. The thing had taken great delight in watching its mistress sucking his cock and swallowing his load. After finishing with Hexanna, Borden had then gone to the kitchen for a drink of water and heard moaning coming from the various guest bedrooms. He peeked in one and saw the two green masked blondes each sucking on one of Ms. Americana's huge titties. The sight had been so arousing, he had found himself getting hard again and decided it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He had always wanted to try out Ms. Americana's legendary boobs and here she was naked in one of his guest bedrooms. That made her fair game as far as Borden was concerned and she made only a token protest when he joined the trio on the bed. The two blondes sat back smiling when he had slid his cock between Ms. Americana's large, soft jugs and the whore had grabbed her tits in her hands and squeezed them tightly about his dick as he started to tit fuck her. His balls had slapped against the underside of her boobs with a meaty thwack on each stroke and Borden had watched in amazement as Ms. Americana stuck out her tongue and licked his cockhead as it smacked her face. He had managed to prolong the experience as long as he could to imprint it in his mind, but finally he had been unable to contain it any longer and shot his load over the heroine's face and breasts. Borden had been surprised at how much he had cum considering his previous session with Hexanna, but those massive tits had been mighty stimulating. When he had left the guest bedroom, the two blondes were busy licking up his cum from Ms. Americana's face and tits like two cats licking up a bowl of cream. The morning had started off just fine to. When Borden had opened his eyes, it was to find the young, Asian heroine slurping on his cock. He had always thought Asians were the best cocksuckers, but that sounded slightly racist to him, so he kept that observation to himself. The big boobed young teen, however, seemed to be proving him right as his cock slid in and out of her warm mouth. When the girl realized he was awake, she looked up into his eyes and kept eye contact as she licked and sucked. With her skill, it didn't take long to make him cum and he had delivered a load of his spunk down her throat in just a few minutes. Azure Angel, had licked her lips, stood up, bowed to him and scampered out of his room. Borden's good mood had lasted until he had gone to the kitchen looking for breakfast and found that fifteen ravenous heroines had devoured everything in sight like a host of locusts…. They had disposed of all the eggs, bacon and sausages…. They had eaten four boxes of serial. They had devoured two loaves of bread for toast. There hadn't even been a clean coffee mug left and only cold swill full of grains in the pot. In the end, Borden had to content himself with a stale Danish that the women had somehow overlooked. "We're sorry about the food and the mess," said Jungle Babe when she saw the look on Borden's face. "Here, let me try and make it up to you." Before Borden could blink the blonde had slipped under the table, freed his cock and began to suck on it. Suddenly, the Danish didn't taste so bad and Borden sat back in his chair staring down at the sexy face sliding up and down his cock. Yes, things were looking up again, thought Borden and he smiled at his own little joke. That was, they were looking up until he heard a voice behind him. "Good morning daddy, what's going on?" Borden froze in place and doing his best to block Lydia's view of Jungle Babe's bobbing mouth with his body. He hadn't realized his daughter had come by after he went to bed and he had no clue how to explain why this big breasted blonde was sucking him off at breakfast. "Um, hello dear. I didn't hear you come in last night." "I think you were occupied with some of your guests," said Lydia who dug in the cupboard and found her secret stash of Free Trade Coffee and started a new pot brewing. "Oh, you know me, I try to be a good host," replied Borden, trying to keep the mounting pleasure out of his voice as Jungle Babe seemed oblivious to the entrance of his daughter and the other heroines just lounged around smirking. [Note From Monitor 16324: I am filling in for Monitor 7482 on this file as she has gone off to have a cold shower. I am concerned about her getting frostbite as it is her third such long shower in the last four hours. For some reason, her chair and keyboard seem rather sticky and I will have to remember to mention to her about taking proper care of her equipment.] "Well, I'm sure you looked after your visitors very well," said Lydia as she leaned against the countertop and smiled at Hexanna. "Er, did you sleep well?" asked Borden, casting around for some safe topic of conversation and speaking loudly enough that he hoped it would drown out the slurping sounds coming from under the table. "Oh, I found one of your guests in my bed," said Lydia, "but don't worry I took real good care of her and vice a versa. She turned out to be a Boobit and you know what they say about Boobits." "I, I hear they are great gardeners," managed Borden as sweat ran down his forehead as he tried to repress a moan as Jungle Babe had stuffed his entire cock down her throat and was somehow managing to lick his balls with her talented tongue. "Yes, gardening is certainly one thing that Boobits are good at," said Lydia with a smile, "but that wasn't the talent she demonstrated for me. Oh, are you alright daddy? Is that Danish too dry? I heard you choking, but there will be a new pot of coffee ready in a moment." Borden was trying really hard to suppress images of his nubile daughter in bed with another woman and failing miserably. Unconsciously, he began to thrust his hips and start to really fuck the face of the kneeling Jungle Babe which produced some gagging sounds from under the table. "Do you hear anything unusual daddy?" asked Lydia looking around the kitchen for the source of the noise. "I didn't hear anything unusual," said Flag Girl as she glanced down at the sight of Jungle Babe's mouth wrapped around Borden's cock. "What about the rest of you?" "Oh nothing unusual," agreed Got Gal, "at least not for this group." Thankfully the second part of Got Gal's statement had been said very quietly and Borden did his best to relax and appear nonchalant as he took another bite of the stale Danish. "Damn, we seem to be all out of cream," said Lydia after the coffee was ready and she had washed out a couple of mugs. The brewing had taken enough time for Borden to reach his climax and even as Lydia stared futilely at the empty carton of cream, he began to pump his own brand of cream into Jungle Babe's mouth. "Here, I've got some cream left," said Green Spectre as she took the mug from Lydia and held it under the table while Lydia looked for the sugar bowl in the cupboard. Green Spectre held the coffee cup in front of Borden's cock and to his mingled horror and delight, he shot a last large wad of his cum into it. "Here you go," said Green Spectre with a smile as she returned the mug to Lydia who had finally found the sugar bowl behind the toaster. "Thanks," said the young blonde as she poured some of the freshly brewed coffee into the mug with the "cream" that Green Spectre gave her and added two spoonful's of sugar before taking a long sip. "Mmm, the best cup of coffee I have had in months." "The secret is adding the right amount of cream," replied Green Spectre while all the other heroines just gaped at her in shock, but didn't dare say anything. "Did you want some cream in your coffee too Commissioner?" asked Spectre Girl innocently. "Um, no I prefer my coffee black," replied Borden hastily. "You wouldn't believe how many times I have heard that line," said Lady Midnight with a roll of her eyes. [Note From Monitor 16324: I am hoping that Monitor 7482 returns soon as I am starting to understand the need for cold showers even after monitoring this dream for only a short period.] "I've arranged transportation for you ladies," announced Borden in an attempt to take his mind off certain things. "You will be taken to the road behind She Legion HQ where you will still need to make your way through the woods and brush there, but that should give you cover for your assault on Dragon Queen." "We can't thank you enough for your help," said Ms. Americana and she turned to the other heroines, "let's go get ready ladies." The other heroines hurried out to make final preparations, including Jungle Babe who crawled out from under the table. "Lost a contact," she said with a straight face looking Lydia in the eye. Lydia didn't seem as surprised as one might have thought at her emergence. Borden stood up and nodded at Lydia, but didn't meet her gaze as he went to get dressed for work. He didn't want to be around when the heroines found out the nature of their transportation, or the incompetent asshole he had assigned to the job. * "You are welcome to come with us," Ms. Americana told Night Raven as they stood outside waiting for the transportation that Borden had promised. "I would like to," replied Night Raven, "but I have a case I am working on at the moment." "Anything interesting?" inquired Ms. Americana. "Oh just your standard rapist who likes to hang around public parks to find victims," said Night Raven. "I am hoping to meet him …er catch him today. He's been terrorizing women with his massive, thick cock." "Well, I hope you get what you are looking for," replied Ms. Americana as she watched the young blonde walk away, get into her car and drive off. A few seconds later, the heroine's transportation arrived. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," growled Omega Woman as they all stared at the "paddy wagon" that police used to transport criminals around the city. "Hey, are you bitches getting in? called Lt. Rambo Klink from the driver's seat. "I ain't got all fucking day and I don't know why that asshole Borden saddled me with this job." "We are not criminals and we aren't getting in that thing," growled Ms. Americana. "Hey it's the only thing we had available big enough to hold you all," retorted Klink. "There is no way to fit those big fat tits of yours in anything smaller." "I guess we will have to go along with this little humiliation," said Ms. Americana through clenched teeth as she led the way to the back of the wagon. "One of you is going to have to ride up front with me," called Klink. "What for?" demanded Ms. Americana as she paused with one leg up on the step into the vehicle. "Make a guess sweet tits," laughed Klink. Ms. Americana scowled, but looked around at the other heroines as if searching for someone. Flag Girl sighed and headed for the front of the vehicle, "Yeah, I know this is why you brought a whore with you." * The wagon careened around another corner and Spectre Girl was thrown off balance and ended up face first in Amazing Babe's cleavage. "Sorry about that," came the voice of the young blonde from between Jessica's beachball sized boobs. "No problem," said Amazing Babe and she "accidently" pressed Spectre Girl's face tighter against her breasts and gave a soft moan as Spectre Girl took the hint and lapped her tongue across a nipple that had somehow slipped out of Amazing Babe's top. "If we survive this ride, I am going to kill our idiot driver," growled Omega Woman. "What in the hell is the matter with him?" Up front, Lt Klink had his eyes half closed as he gasped with pleasure from Flag Girls tongue sliding up and down his cock. The wagon barrelled through another intersection on a red light and continued to accelerate as neither Klink or Flag Girl had yet realized her ass was pressing down on the foot Klink had on the accelerator pedal. "Oh fuck, keep going whore, I'm almost there," cried Klink "Just a few more seconds and I hit the promised land!" Truer words might never been spoken as the truck marked ‘dangerous Explosive' slammed on its brakes and the wagon missed it by the width of one of the Boobit's nipples. Pedestrians were still scrambling out of the way as Klink emptied his balls into Flag Girl's mouth and the police officer finally realized how fast they were going and desperately hammered on the brakes. The wagon made the final turn on two wheels and skidded to a stop in the gravel road running behind She Legion HQ. "Um, we've stopped," said Spectre Girl, trying to get Jessica's attention. "You can let go of me now, the danger is over." "Just keep licking," moaned Amazing Babe, "I'm almost there, just a few more licks." "You heard her," said Green Spectre to her daughter, "always finish what you start." Spectre Girl wanted to protest that she hadn't started anything, but she had learned it didn't pay to argue with her mom and she resumed sucking and licking Jessica's hard nipples. As the other heroines waited patiently, Amazing Babe threw her head back, cried loudly and came. "I'm sure only Jessica can have a titgasm," snickered Shield. "Oh, I've done it dozens of times, sucking on my own nipples," contradicted Azure Angel. "What?" she asked when the Asian heroine realized everyone was looking at her. "Oh come on, I bet you have all done it too!" "Apparently not as often as you," snickered Champion Girl. "Enough of this fooling around, we have a mission to complete," said Ms. Americana and she tried to open the wagon door, only to realize it couldn't be opened from the inside since that would definitely have been a design flaw in a vehicle used to transport prisoners. After a few seconds, however, Flag Girl, still licking drops of cum from her lips opened it from the outside and the heroines all tumbled out. "I hope you all get captured and knocked up by Dragon Queen," yelled Klink as he zoomed away, giving them the middle finger as he went. "Remind me to introduce myself to him some time in a nice dark alley," muttered Lady Midnight. "Trust me, I will," said Ms. Americana as she gazed balefully after the departing prison wagon. "Now, however, we still have other things to concern us," and she turned to survey the patch of woods that hid them from the rear of She Legion HQ. "What do you recommend?" the dark haired heroine asked turning to look at Hexanna. "There is a path through the woods," replied the sorceress, "though the way be mirky. I advise you to stick to the path and not stray from it, or drink of any water you find therein." "You say that in a manner that implies you are not joining us," noted Ms. Americana with an arch of a shapely eyebrow. "I'm not," replied Hexanna. "This is your quest, not mine. I only came this far to see you well on your way. I have other weighty matters that require my attendance. Mayhap we shall meet again before this adventure is done and maybe not. The future is a treacherous thing to predict." With that, Hexanna gave her staff a flourish and disappeared in a puff of smoke. "That's just fucking great," snapped Got Gal. "Just when we really could use a sorceress, she buggers off on us." "Still, I see no choice but to go on," said Ms. Americana in her most annoying imperious voice and turning, she led the way into the dark woods. "These woods can't be this wide," complained Omega Woman two hours later as the heroines trudged along the narrow, dark path. "We should have crossed them in five or ten minutes at most." "Foul magic is a work here I warrant," replied Champion Girl. "And our sorceress has deserted us," groused Got Gal. "It's so dark, I can't even see my nipples," put in Amazing Babe as she lifted her top to expose her tits. "Want some help finding them?" asked Got Chic hopefully. "Let's not start up with that kind of thing, or we will be even longer getting out of these woods," ordered Ms. Americana sternly. "Everyone be quiet," whispered Jungle Babe, "I think I hear someone coming towards us." Everyone fell into silence at this and a few seconds later, a man appeared on the path in front of them dressed in some kind of red and black uniform. He was past middle age, but still looked quite fit and was bald. He stopped and stared at them in astonishment, his gaze going from one voluptuous, scantily clad body to the next. When he spoke, it was with a slight French accent. "Who the devil are you people and how did you get on my ship?" "Ship?" echoed Ms. Americana looking around at her fellow heroines. "Does anyone know what he is talking about?" "He looks kind of familiar, but I can't quite place him," said Flag Girl. "Maybe he was at the pool party at Lady Kraft's place." "I have never set eyes on any of you before," said the man in a peevish tone. "The damn Holodeck must be malfunctioning again, or else that bloody idiot Barclay has bypassed the decency controls again and coded up a bunch of bimbos." "Hey, who you calling a bimbo, Baldy?" snaped Ms. Americana, her hands going to her hips and her chest thrust out so that a hint of her nipples could be seen. "If the bra, fits then wear it," replied the man and then he touched one hand to an odd shaped badge on his breast. "Bridge, this is the Captain, send a repair crew to Holodeck One immediately, have Mr. Worf toss Lt. Barclay in the brig and beam me the hell out of here." The heroines stood there watching the man for several more seconds and then suddenly he disappeared in a shimmer of light and a strange humming sound. "What the fuck?" said an astonished Ms. Americana as she strode forward to where the bald man had stood and looked around, but saw no sign of him. [Note From Monitor 7482: Please disregard the previous dream sequence as anomalous. Monitor 16324 joined me in the shower and we got distracted, leaving no one to supervise this dream. This resulted in the intrusion of another dream that didn't belong and I corrected the situation immediately upon my return to my station. Hopefully for my continued employment, Lord Druxal did not notice this slight problem.] It was three hours later and the heroines still were trapped in the woods, getting hungry and thirsty as no one had thought to bring food or drink with them for what should have been at most a ten minute walk. The woods had gotten if anything darker and more sinister as the heroines saw large cobwebs strung between some of the trees. "What do you make of those?" Ms. Americana asked Got Gal. "Why are you asking me?" demanded Got Gal a little defensively. "Well, because you and Got chic seem to be the resident experts on all things weird," replied Ms. Americana with a smirk. "I don't need to add that almost inevitably, you end up getting your brains fucked out by said weird things." "Not always," whined Got Gal. "At least eleven times out of ten," snorted Ms. Americana. Got Gal sighed, "Ok, it happens more than I would care to admit. If I had to make a guess, there are probably giant spiders in these woods and since Dragon Queen is involved, they probably have humungous cocks and love to breed human women." Ms. Americana sighed, "I was really hoping you would say something different." A short time later, the heroines rounded a curve in the path and found their way blocked by a stream that was too wide to jump. "Now what do we do?" asked Green Spectre. "Hexanna warned us not to drink or touch any water in this accursed wood." "It's too bad we can't fly like the birds," observed Omega woman, standing with hands on her hips and staring at the water. [Note From Monitor 7482: Of course Omega Woman and some of the other heroines can fly, but this is an example of dream logic.] "Look, there is a boat," pointed out Shield. "Yes, but it's on the other side of the stream, so what good does that do us?" pointed out Power Lass. "Hold on, we still might be able to do something with the boat," said Lady Midnight as she pulled a silken line out of her utility belt. "If we can use something for a grapnel hook, we can pull the boat back to this side." "Shouldn't you have a grapnel?" asked Jungle Babe. Lady Midnight looked down at her cord, "um, I seem to have lost it. Does anyone else have one?" There was a flood of negatives and head shakes. "Hmm, said Lady Midnight turning to stare at Ms. Americana, or more precisely, her well endowed chest." "Why are you looking at me like that?" whined Ms. Americana. "Because you have the biggest chest here," replied Lady Midnight and this statement started some protests and bickering among the heroines. Five minutes later … "I almost got it that time," said Lady Midnight, hauling in her grapnel line with a famous red, white and blue bikini top connected to one end as an improvised grapnel hook. "Goddess, I hope so,, my tits are getting cold," complained a now topless Ms. Americana. "Just keep on rubbing them," advised Lady Midnight who made another cast and this time snagged Ms. Americana's top on something on the boat and the boat began to move when she tugged on the line. It wasn't a large boat and it took several trips to ferry all the heroines across the stream. Flag Girl was in the last load and was just about to step out of the boat when a squirrel appeared from nowhere, jumped on the top of her head and used her head as a launching pad to jump across the stream. Flag Girl was thrown off balance and landed with a splash in the water. Jungle Babe was closest to her and quickly pulled her out, but the Boobit lay unmoving. "Is she dead?" asked a sobbing Spectre Girl. "You are a nurse in your secret identity," said Ms. Americana to Power Lass. "What should we do?" "I think we need to take her clothes off and give her mouth to mouth," said Power Lass. "I didn't think CPR required the recipient to be naked," objected Got Gal. "It's now considered best practice," Power Lass assured Got Gal who still looked skeptical. "Look, I don't tell you how to report stuff, so don't tell me how best to do first aid." Without waiting for any further argument, Power Lass quickly ripped off the Boobit's skimpy costume, exposing her luscious body and locked lips with the unconscious Flag Girl. "Is she giving CPR or making out with her?" asked a frowning Champion Girl. "I think it started out as the former, but turned into the latter," observed Got Gal. "I mean, I am not an expert or anything, but I don't think you have to remove your own clothes to give CPR and I don't think tongues are used in CPR either." "I didn't think so either, but I thought I would ask," replied Champion Girl as they watched the two naked women grinding their bodies into each other while their tongues danced a wet lewd swirling tango. A few minutes later, a powerful shudder ran through Power Lass's body as she climaxed. It was a few seconds before the well endowed blonde could find the strength in her legs to lever herself up and off the naked Boobit. "She's definitely unconscious," she reported to the heroines gathered around her. "But, we saw her kissing you and grinding her body into you!" protested Azure Angel. "She's a Boobit," said Power Lass with a shrug that made her tits bounce up and down. "She can make out with someone even while unconscious." "That's pretty hard to believe," said a doubtful Ms. Americana. "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," the buzzsaw sound of Flag girl's snoring broke through the babble of conversation. "I told you so," said Power Lass with a smirk. "The sex drive of Boobits is legendary." "Well, what should we do with her?" asked Ms. Americana. "Keep your clothes on," she ordered Got Gal who had taken the question to mean who got to make out with the unconscious Boobit next and had started to remove her costume. "Aw, come on, I'm sure she wouldn't mind," pouted Got Gal. "Goddess, she looks so fucking hot lying there naked. I mean her nipples are hard and her pussy is dripping. She is practically begging to be used." "I just don't think it would be right," said Ms. Americana as she tore her gaze away from the sleeping and extremely hot looking naked young blonde. "We are going to have to carry her until she wakes up. Shield, you and Got Chic take the first shift and we can switch when you get tired." The two designated heroines grumbled, but bent down and picked Flag Girl up. "Er, I think it would be better to hold her by her arms and not her fantastic tits," Ms. Americana admonished. "Oops," said Got Chic, switching her hold on the Boobit. "It was a natural mistake." Carrying the Boobit thusly, the heroines set off again through the seemingly never ending woods with Flag girl's large bare breasts bobbing along. * "Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!" Druxal looked up in surprise as the warning blared throughout the Dream Dimension. It was a warning that he had only heard once before in his long millennia of ruling his realm. He started to rise from his throne to investigate the cause when a naked, blonde teen fell on his lap and knocked him back down. Druxal stared at the pigtails and the huge soft melons of the girl and quickly identified her. "7482, what the hell is going on with Flag Girl's dream?" he bellowed and then began reflexively to squeeze and play with those soft young tits. Monitor 7482 came running into the throne room and skidded to a stop when she saw the naked Boobit in Druxal's lap. "Er, we ran into a problem with her dream," she said. "No kidding," replied Druxal. "Maybe you can tell me about it instead of just standing there staring like you have never seen a naked teen with huge jugs before." "Well, not in person," responded 7482, but caught the glare Druxal was giving her and decided that wasn't the answer he had wanted. "Um, the thing is she fell asleep in her dream, which isn't supposed to happen, but if it does then …," "Then the person ends up in the Dream Dimension, Druxal finished for her. He looked down into Flag Girl's face and saw that she was waking up. "What?" said a slightly confused Flag Girl as she stared up into the green scaled and fanged features of the ruler of the Dream Dimension. "Is that your cock I feel pressing against my ass?" she asked, starting to sound rapidly more alert. "Er, I'm afraid it is," replied Druxal feeling oddly embarrassed. "And was that you I felt playing with my boobs?" asked Flag Girl. "Um, yeah that was me too," admitted Druxal. "That feels like a pretty big cock you have there," observed Flag Girl. "Did you want to fuck me with it?" Druxal looked up at7482. "That will be all for now Monitor 7482. I will call you if I need you." "Yes sir," responded 7482 and she turned reluctantly to go. Some days it didn't just seem fair. She did all the work and the hot, naked teens with big tits dropped into someone else's lap. She glanced behind her as she reached the door and saw Flag Girl had already moved to sit on Druxal's lap, impaling herself on his huge rod and starting to ride up and down on it like a kid with a new toy at Christmas. Life just wasn't fair. * Shield and Got Chic nearly dropped Flag Girl when she started moaning and squirming in their grasp. They stared down in astonishment at the thrashing blonde, her hooters bouncing around wildly. "Holy fuck, she's having some kind of dream," said an astonished Got Chic. "I wish I had dreams like the one she seems to be having," replied Shield as she tightened her hold on Flag Girl's legs to keep from dropping the Boobit. While Flag Girl seemed to be enjoying herself both in and out of the Dream Dimension, the other heroines were not having nearly so great a time. They had continued on for another couple of hours after crossing the stream and still there seemed to be no end to the woods in sight. Suddenly, off to their right in the woods, they heard the sounds of laughter and moaning, though the latter was clearly that of carnal pleasure and not from pain. "We should go see what or who is making that noise," said Got Gal who listened intently as the moans increased in volume. "Hexanna warned us not to leave the path," said Ms. Americana firmly. "We should ignore it and keep going." "Fuck Hexanna and fuck you," snapped Green Spectre. "I'm dying of hunger and thirst and I want to see who is having all that hot sex." So saying, the green masked heroine left the path and charged towards where she thought the sounds were coming from. Spectre Girl quickly followed her mother and after exchanging glances, the other heroines followed her. Ms. Americana brought up the rear still muttering that this was not a good idea. The heroines reached a large clearing in the woods lit by several lamps of possibly magical origin. On a blanket spread on the grass were what appeared to be two elves. They had been formerly clothed in garments of forest green, but these lay discarded on the ground as the pair of beings with bright orange hair were busy fucking. One was clearly male and possessed of a massive cock that looked even larger on his small frame as he rammed into the female elf doggy style. The female elf was producing at least half of the moaning they had heard and her huge jugs swung back and forth like a pair of fleshy pendulums as she was railed. As intriguing as the sight of the two fucking was, the heroine's attention was drawn more by the large basket of food near the pair and the several large skins of water. "Hey, don't mind us, we just came for some water and food," said Green Spectre stepping into the clearing. "Feel free to continue on with what you were doing. You seem to have been enjoying yourselves." The two elves stared at the emerging heroines for a moment and then suddenly everything went dark. The heroines crashed around in the clearing, but the elves and their provisions had seemingly vanished without a trace. "Oh great, way to scare them off Greenie," moaned Jungle Babe. "We'd better get back to the path," said Ms. Americana, but search as they might, the heroines couldn't find the path. After an hour of futile searching, they suddenly saw light again off in the woods and hurried towards it. Once again, they saw the two elves having sex by the light of the lamps, though this time the female elf was in a cowgirl position and to make matters worse was guzzling large gulps of cool water from one of the skins to replenish herself as sweat poured off her perfect body. "Oh goddess, I need some of that," cried Omega Woman and it wasn't clear if she was talking about the water or the sex as she hurried into the clearing. As had happened the first time, however, the light went out immediately, leaving the heroines to blunder around in the dark once more. After another hour of stumbling around, the heroines saw the light again and this time found the female elf being taken missionary style with her legs wrapped around the waist of the male elf who was hammering into her with everything he had. Also, as before, as soon as the first heroine stepped into the clearing, the light went out and the elves vanished. This time the light did not reappear and unable to find the path, the heroines sank down onto the ground in great consternation and bitching. "I'm tired of carrying this dumb Boobit all over the forest," complained Got Chic. "If you want her," she said to Ms. Americana, "you can fucking well carry her yourself!" "Ditto," was all Shield had the energy for. "Whose bright idea was it to leave the path anyway?" asked Champion Girl and she said this looking directly at Green Spectre. "Hey, I didn't see you coming up with any brilliant ideas," retorted Spectre Girl, defending her mother. "Oh shut the fuck up everyone," yelled Ms. Americana. "We will rest here for a bit and then I am sure we will find the path. These woods just aren't big enough to prevent us from finding it if we pick a direction and keep going. Either we hit the path or come out of the woods." "We should have been out of the woods ten minutes after entering them," pointed out Got Gal. "Black magic is what it is," said Amazing Babe. "Why is bad magic always called Black Magic?" growled Lady Midnight. "Amen Sister," agreed Got Chic. "Which part of shut the fuck up and rest didn't you people understand?" asked Ms. Americana. After a few final grumbles, the heroines finally settled down and exhausted from their long trek through the woods, they one by one fell asleep. As soon as all the heroines were unconscious and the only sound was the moaning of Flag Girl in her orgasmic dreams, the spiders appeared. These creatures ranged in size from that of a football up to some the size of a very large dog, but regardless of their size, they all had large, erect cocks dangling from their undercarriage. One by one they seized the sleeping heroines in their hairy arms and began to string them up in the trees. Taloned appendages ripped away costumes, stripping the heroines naked as they were all soon displayed in a spread eagled position, all that is except for Flag Girl who they oddly didn't seem to notice despite her loud moans of pleasure as her wet dreams consumed her. [Note From Monitor 7482: At this point, I would normally have gone to consult my lord Druxal about what to do with this kind of vile dream, but when I got to his throne room, I could hear the sounds of passion from within. It seemed the better part of valour to withdraw and leave my lord to his carnal delights. If this whole thing goes tits up though, I just know who is going to get blamed for it! I would also like to point out that the following scene does not technically constitute bestiality, since the spiders are obviously not real due to their size and therefore should be classified as mythical creatures. Sigh, I know, I'm not sure I buy that logic either, but it's the only defense I have if Lord Druxal gets bitchy.] Ms. Americana woke up when she felt the all too familiar sensation of someone fucking her face. Baby blue eyes opened expecting to see some man taking advantage of her mouth and they widened in horror at the sight of the arachnid body crouched over her face and hammering its penis into her oral cavity. From the corner of her eyes, she could make out the others in her group in similar circumstances with spider cocks in their mouths, pussies, asses, or all three. It almost looked like the Got Gals were enjoying themselves, but that must have been a trick of the light she decided. Surely no one could be depraved enough to be enjoying being raped by these eight legged monstrosities! Then Ms. Americana felt a second spider slam its cock home into her pussy and start to fuck her and it felt so damn good, she wasn't sure of her previous conclusion anymore. * Flag Girl knelt in front of Druxal as he stroked his cock and started blasting what seemed like a gallon of cum over the kneeling Boobit's face and breasts. He was just shaking the last drops of his semen onto the girl's outstretched tongue when there was a timid knock on the throne room door. "Yes, what is it now 7482?" he asked with a sigh. "I'm really sorry to disturb your work my lord," said 7482, "but we do have a code 41 on our hands." 7482 waited in trepidation for her lord's response. In truth, she had waited as long as she dared before disturbing him. The scene with the heroines and the spiders had got so intense that she had finally begged good old 2009 to cover for her while she went to have another long, cold shower. It had cost her a promise of her desert for the next week in the cafeteria and it had all been for nothing. It seemed they were somehow out of cold water. When she stepped into the shower, it had all been distressingly hot and lucky for her she was that Monitors didn't injure easily. "A case 41," repeated Druxal. "The spiders are about to impregnate the heroines?" "Yes, my lord," affirmed a trembling 7482. "They have been just toying with the heroines so far, pumping their stomachs and pussies full of cum, but so far have held off on the eggs to prolong the suspense. I am afraid they seem to have decided it is time to impregnate their breeding stock." "Well, I certainly didn't authorize a damn impregnation by monstrous spiders dream," roared Druxal. "I tried to abort the dream my lord, but the dream wouldn't accept my override commands," said 7482 unhappily. "Hmm, that's probably due to the slut here," mused Druxal. "It is her dream, so we need to send her back to it right away so she can do something to stop this abomination." "Um, how do we send her back my lord? Asked 7482. "By the traditional means of course," replied Druxal. "If she has an orgasm here in the Dream Dimension, she will be automatically returned to her dream." "How should we accomplish this my lord?" asked 7482. "Do I have to do all the thinking around here?" demanded Druxal. "I don't suppose I could get a raise or something if I came up with an idea?" asked 7482 hopefully. "I suppose you could have a week off if you can come up with something," allowed Druxal. Flag Girl had been kneeling there with cum dripping from her face and trying to follow the conversation. She had gathered that her friends were in danger and she wanted to go back and help them. "This has been fun," she said licking some of Druxal's cum off her lips, "but I think I had better get back to the others." She was mildly startled then when the gold skinned girl dropped her robe to stand there naked for a second before crossing the throne room floor to pull Flag Girl in for a long, deep kiss. "Just relax and I'll have you back with the others in a jiffy," cooed 7482 as she pushed Flag Girl onto her back and dove between the young blonde's legs with her tongue already extended to start licking. "I might even pay her for the week off, mused Druxal as he watched the Monitor go down on Flag Girl and felt his cock stiffen again at the sight. "Well, no sense wasting a perfectly good erection, he thought and grabbed 7482's hips and buried his cock in her sopping wet pussy as she continued to eat out Flag Girl. The Dream Dimension ruler found himself emptying his nuts into 7482's velvety soft cunt at almost the same time as the Monitor's tongue brought Flag Girl to a climax. * Flag Girl moaned and sat up to find herself back in the dark forest. Looking around, she saw the thirteen heroines getting banged in all their holes by a host of spiders. Yuck," she muttered and then after watching for a while longer, added, "fucking hot in some ways though." The Boobit gave her head a shake, realizing she couldn't just sit there and watch the others getting raped by spiders, as enticing as it was. They had a mission to accomplish and having a bunch of knocked up heroines carrying spider eggs around in their bellies wouldn't help with that. Flag Girl spotted her discarded costume and fumbling around found the magic ring as she formulated a plan. Hey you bunch of ugly motherfuckers are pretty stupid. You forgot all about the hottest babe here." The spiders all stopped in their raping to look around in confusion, unable to see the person who was taunting them. "I'm over here you puny dicked morons," called the voice from a little ways away in the trees. The spiders looked even more confused and a few dropped off the heroines, but most stayed with their cocks buried in the heroine's various orifices. Apparently they thought a pussy in hand was better than a pussy in the bush. "Oh come on," yelled the invisible Flag Girl. "I have just about had it with you useless fuckers. I know where I can find a bunch of mutant cockroaches who really know how to use their cocks Hell, I would rather do it with Ron Jeremy than you miserable erectile malfunctioning eunuchs." These last insults were just too much for the enraged spiders, though it was hard to say whether it was the cockroach comment or the Ron Jeremy crack that really did it. Howling with rage, the spiders all deserted the heroines and charged off into the woods after their invisible tormenter. Flag Girl easily kept ahead of the spiders, shouting insults every now and then to make sure they kept after her. Once they were well away from the heroines, she went silent and doubled back carefully and cautiously to where the heroines were strung up. Finding a knife in Lady Midnight's utility belt, the Boobit quickly cut the heroines down. The heroines were all weak and crusted with cum, but those blessed with the Aphrodite gene also possess a rapid healing factor to go along with their enormous boobs. When the spiders came swinging back on their webs, they found themselves facing an angry group of heroines who were ready for them and not taken by surprise while sleeping. "This is for raping me and not even saying please," yelled Ms. Americana as now wearing her power belt, she grabbed the largest of the spiders and ripped its cock off. It collapsed onto the ground mortally wounded and the Queen of Justice gave it a few good kicks to help speed it along. All around Ms. Americana, the other heroines went after the spiders with equal fervor over their treatment by the things. Multi-faceted eyes were gouged in and hideous bodies squished by punches and kicks. "Do you know how hard it is to get spider cum out of my hair?" screamed Green Spectre as she smashed a high heeled boot right through one of the spiders. I am sorry to say if you like spiders, but there is no way to sugar-coat this battle and a lot of spiders met their demise before the rest scuttled into the woods. Unfortunately, though it had been a mighty and righteous victory for the heroines, they were still lost in the woods without food or water. They were also now very tired from their raping and the fight, as well as liberally covered in spider cum. Thus it was when an hour or so later, when they once more saw lights off in the trees that they all rushed pell-mell hoping for food, water and shampoo to get the cum out of their hair. The two elves were there again in the torchlight and this time the female elf was on her knees blowing the male elf. The one other difference over the first three sightings of the elves was that this time the orange haired pair didn't seem surprised to see them. In fact, the male elf smiled broadly as the heroines stepped into the clearing and without missing a beat, pulled his cock from the mouth of the female elf and began to ejaculate with amazing range and in copious amounts on the astonished heroines. As the drops of warm cum touched bare skin, the heroines fell unconscious and slumped to the ground.