A Delta City Christmas Carol
By DeannaTroi

This story contains situations of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under 18.  All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older.

Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Omega Woman (Cameron Drake), Champion Girl (Candace Graham), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Power Lass (Karen Clark), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torres), Hexanna, Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Lady Sarah Kraft, Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield(Carla Rogers) and Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart) are all the creation of Mr. X.  Other characters mentioned or featured in this story who belong to Mr. X include Commissioner Borden, Professor Werder, Dragon Queen (and her mutoids), The Geek,  and the Bilbo Brothers.  Other minor supporting characters are my own creation and you are free to use them in your own stories if you like.

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Author's Note:  Probably someone has done a Delta City spoof of Charles Dickens' Christmas Carol before, but I don't remember reading one.  Hopefully you aren't tired of the old story, though I tried to give it a few modern twists.  Please let me know if you like it or even hate it!

* * *

"I don't care if they have to work 24/7," snapped Brenda Wade into her phone.  "I want the new Wade 1 smart phone in the stores for the Christmas rush.  I've made deals with all the major carriers and if it isn't ready in time, heads will roll!"  The buxom brunette billionaire disconnected without waiting for a reply, or as she saw it, for excuses.

"That sounded pretty harsh Brenda," said Lydia Willis as she looked up from her iPhone which was the latest pimped out model.  The teen ward of Brenda Wade had tried one of the prototypes of the Wade 1 phone, found it to be junk and had gone back to her iPhone.  Currently, she was looking up recipes for gourmet macaroni and cheese on TikTok.  Not that she had any intention of actually doing any cooking, but she could always pass the recipes on to the five star chef who prepared their meals.  She was getting a little frustrated though since mainly she was finding recipes for something called Kraft Dinner or KD, whatever the hell that was.

"Flunkies need to have things spelled out clearly for them," said Brenda as she glanced over at her blonde, pig-tailed ward.  "One day you will be in charge of a business and then you will see that I am right."

"If you say so," replied Lydia dubiously.

"I do," replied Brenda emphatically.  "Now, go change into your costume.  I need to go on patrol and find some miscreants to pummel and work off some of my aggression, or I might end up doing it at the next department head meeting."

* * *

"What an insufferable bitch,," muttered Roberta Cratchit, the Chief Engineer on the Wade 1 phone development project as she glared at her disconnected phone.  She was, however, prudent enough though to make sure the connection had been broken before uttering her comment.

"I take it you have been talking to Brenda again," said a booming voice from Roberta's office doorway.

"Who else can piss me off so much and so easily," growled Roberta as she glanced at the man who stepped into her office.  Tim Johnson was a huge man at six inches over six feet and there wasn't an ounce of fat among his 240 pounds.  Of course, with a body like that, his nickname had to be "Tiny".

"Maybe it's time you and I finally quit and started our own company," said Tiny as he sat down in one of Roberta's guest chairs which moaned and complained under his weight.

"One of these days," agreed Roberta, "but for now we are stuck trying to do the impossible as her majesty commands."

"You don't like her much do you?" asked Tiny.

Roberta waved a hand, "Actually, I respect what she has accomplished.  Old General Wade who founded the business was pretty sharp when it came to military strategy and even politics, but he didn't have half of Brenda's business acumen.  It's just that in her drive to prove she is the equal or the better of any man that she sometimes forgets she is dealing with people and not numbers in a spreadsheet."

"Hmm, well at least you aren't afflicted with the fantasy of   every man in the company  who dreams of getting between her legs," teased Tiny.

"Oh, stop being so gross Tiny, or I will have to report your sexist comments to Hr," replied Roberta, "and how do you know I don't swing that way and have lusty fantasies about her too?"

"Well if you succeed in getting her into bed with you then I get to watch," grinned Tiny as he looked at the stacked blonde head engineer.  "As for reporting me, I know you won't since you need all my AI expertise if you want to have a prayer of pulling off what she is demanding.  By the way, have you seen the latest Brenda Wade celebrity porn site?  I'm not sure all those pics are fake.  The one with her and Axanna Morgan in a 69, eating each other's pussy looks damn real to me."

"You are disgusting Tiny and I would never dream of visiting such a site," replied Roberta, "at least not on any computer connected to the Wade network.  As for the pictures being fake, I'm pretty sure the one with her being banged by the Doberman is a fake."

"She sure looked pretty happy in that picture though," said Tiny wistfully.

"Yeah, she did," agreed Roberta.  "Now, enough small talk.  Have you and your fellow AI wizards got the bugs out of that computational photography algorithm yet?"

"I think we are almost there," replied Tiny.  "We are doing just a few more tweaks on the beta values today and then we can …"

* * *

Roberta and Tiny might or might not have been happy to learn about what happened to Brenda in her Ms. Americana identity a short time later.  

The two heroines had spotted Motley Crude, one of the newest and most powerful pimps in Delta City as he collected money from his string of girls.  "It's time we took care of him," said Ms. Americana as she smacked one gloved fist into the other hand.

"Kind of ironic and a bit of a stereotype isn't it?" asked Flag Girl as she peered down at the pimp standing beside his black Porsche.

"What do you mean?" asked Ms. Americana as she glanced sideways at her sidekick.

"Well it's ironic because the only reason Motley got so big is because we busted a bunch of other pimps and sent them to jail," replied Flag Girl.  "It made a power vacuum for him to slide into."

"Um, that's true I guess," agreed Ms. Americana rubbing her chin thoughtfully.  "Every now and then, just when she wasn't sure Lydia had two brain cells to rub together, she came out with statements like that.  "What about the stereotype bit?" she asked.

"Well, he's black and wears a ton of bling," replied Flag Girl.  "How often do we ever fight white pimps?  It is almost as if we were part of some kind of story where the readers got off on watching a couple of big boobed white women get their brains fucked out by black men with huge cocks."

"Well, that isn't going to happen this time," declared Ms. Americana.

"If you say so," replied Flag Girl, echoing her earlier statement as Lydia back in Brenda's office.  "I bet he calls us bitches within the first ten seconds though."  This last comment was only heard by herself as Ms. Americana had already jumped down from the rooftop where they had been observing Motley and his girls.  Flag Girl gave a bosom heaving sigh and followed.

""Surrender Motley Crude and I will see you get a fair trial before going to jail," cried Ms. Americana as her high heeled boots slammed down onto the street a dozen feet away from 	the pimp with a loud clicking sound.

Motley Crude looked up from counting the money, but didn't look too surprised or frightened.  "You got anything to add?" he asked calmly as Flag Girl touched down next to her mentor.

"Er, just what she said," replied Flag Girl who wasn't used to being asked her opinion like this.

"I see," said Motley Crude as he shoved the wad of bills in a pocket.  "Well, I have news for you white bitches, I have no intention of going quietly to a trial, fair or otherwise.  It would probably be the latter I imagine with 12  honkies deciding my guilt after at least ten seconds of deliberation and then eating the free meal before getting around to telling the judge what they had decided."

"Called that one," muttered Flag Girl.

"Honkies?" echoed Ms. Americana, ignoring her sidekick.  "Do people still use that term?"

"Hey it is in the Oxford English Dictionary," replied Motley Crude.  "You should try reading it some time."

"This is getting off topic," said Ms. Americana with a shake of her head which sent her breasts wobbling in her bikini top.  "Do you surrender, or do we have to do things the hard way?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips in the classic superhero pose.

"Damn, that is a leading question bitch," laughed Motley Crude.  "Just looking at your big white tits in that skimpy outfit is making me hard," and he rubbed a large hand over the growing bulge in his pants.  "I think I will choose the hard way and give that cunt of yours a good fucking."

"A typical male response," sneered Ms. Americana.  "Well bring it on and do your worst."

"I wish she wouldn't say things like that," muttered Flag Girl.

* * *

"What happened?" asked a muzzy sounding Ms. Americana a few minutes later.

"I think while we were posing theatrically, some of Motley's goons snuck up behind us and used chloroform on us," grunted Flag Girl.  "I mean that's just a guess, but it would explain why we are both naked and bent over the hood of his car being fucked."

"That's right bitch, you should listen to your little sidekick," laughed Motley Crude as he gave Ms. Americana's ass a hard slap before going back to driving his large ebony cock in and out of her pussy.

"You won't …," began Ms. Americana.

"get away with this," finished Motley Crude.  "Damn girl, do you ever say anything that isn't a cliché?  Yeah there's a good chance that one of these times you will throw my ass in jail, but I will just get bonded out and we will do this dance again.  They say doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is a sign of insanity.  I think that makes you insane and I don't mind because your pussy is so tight and warm"

"Bastard," moaned Ms. Americana and she tried not to thrust her hips back to meet Motley Crude's strokes as her pleasure rose and her Aphrodite gene demanded release.

"That's telling him Ms. A," gasped Flag Girl as one of Motley's goons slammed his massive tool deep and hard into her.

"Hey sweetie, you any good at licking pussy?" asked a soft female voice.

Flag Girl looked up from where her face had been pressed into the hood of the Porsche and saw one of the black hookers sprawled on the windshield in front of her with her short skirt pulled up to display a lack of underwear.

"I've gotten pretty good at it," admitted Flag Girl with a certain amount of resignation as she stuck her tongue out.

"Oh goody, white girls make the best pussy lickers," giggled the hooker as she pushed her crotch against Flag Girl's face.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," gasped Motley Crude a few dozen strokes later and he began to pump a thick, hot load of his cream into Ms. Americana's pussy.  Pulling out when he finally finished delivering the last of his load, he gave the heroine's ass another hard slap and looked around at the gathered crowd of men and women on the street.  "Ok, who wants a crack at this whore next?   $100 bucks a fuck."

"Gee, I don't know," said a man looking Ms. Americana over.  "I got her for only 50 dollars last week when Wild Bill caught her.  I mean she is good, but it's a case of supply and demand you know.  Every other night, one of these bitches is around here spreading their legs."

"Fine, $50 a pop," said Motley Crude with a sigh.

"That seems more reasonable," agreed the man as he handed over the money and dropped his pants.

"You two have to be kidding," gasped Ms. Americana as she looked from one man to the other, her pride strangely hurt by the devaluation of her services.

"Nothing personal bitch," said the man as he grabbed Ms. Americana's head and rammed his cock down her throat with a single hard thrust.  "You just need to stop spreading it around so much and the price will go back up."

* * *

"200, 220, 240, 250," Flag Girl finished counting the wad of money Motley Crude had given her.  She and Ms. Americana were sitting in the Ms. Americana mobile as the senior heroine drove it through the dark streets back to Wade Tower.  "Why do you think he gave us some of the money and let us go?" she asked.

"To humiliate us," grated Ms. Americana.  "He gave us a quarter of the money, the same cut as he gives to the prostitutes.  As for giving us our costumes back and letting us go, it is his idea of catch and release.  He figures we will come after him again one day and by the goddess we will and put him away, but he thinks he will get another chance to enjoy our bodies.  He would rather do that than unmask us or sell us to some white slavers since he wants his vile cock in us again."

Which is probably what will happen when we go after him again, thought Flag Girl privately, but she kept that thought to herself.  "Want me to count how much you made?" she asked Ms. Americana, reaching a hand towards the larger pile of money on the seat between them.

"NO!" Ms. Americana half shouted.  Among other reasons, the busty heroine knew she had earned more than Flag Girl and didn't want the reminder of how many  times she had been fucked or how many cocks she had sucked.  "You can't possibly want to keep that filthy money!"

"Why not?" replied Flag Girl.  "Like I said, I think I earned it and you took away my platinum credit cards last month.  There's a cute purse this would pay for that I saw last week."

"I cut off your credit cards since you maxed them out buying crap on Instagram," snapped Ms. Americana.

"Those NFTs aren't crap," protested Flag Girl, "they are an investment!"

"Investment," snorted Ms. Americana.

"Yeah, you'll see," replied Flag Girl.  "I bought one of Ozzy Isborne smashing a guitar."

"Shouldn't that be Ozzy Osborne?" asked Ms. Americana turning her attention from the road briefly to glance at her sidekick and ward.

"Oh," said Flag Girl as she pulled out her phone to check what she had bought.  "Er, maybe that was why I got it so cheap for only three grand.  I was never very good at remembering the names of those classical musicians."  Ms. Americana smirked at Flag Girl and returned her attention to her driving and when she did that, Flag Girl slid her mentor's stack of money off the seat and crammed it into her top between her tits.  She doubted Brenda would ever want to bring up the memory of their encounter with Motley Crude again, so she wouldn't ask what had happened to the money either.

* * *

Several Months Later on Christmas Eve

"Why the hell isn't the damned thing working properly? Yelled Brenda as she slammed her fist on the conference room table.

"It is working," protested Roberta as she tried to meet her boss's glare.  "Well, mostly it is."

"Oh yes, the phone, the camera, the other unimportant stuff is working fine," growled Brenda, "but I was talking about the special firmware that is supposed to track what users do on the phone so we can sell targeted ads to advertisers.  The phones are at best a break even proposition on the hardware side.  I need the data to bring in the advertising money and that isn't working."

"We will have it fixed and a patch out as soon as the holidays are over," said Roberta confidently.

"Not good enough," stormed Brenda.  "I am losing millions of dollars a day in lost revenue.  Nobody goes on holidays until the thing is working properly."

"But, but it's Christmas eve," protested Tiny who had been unlucky enough to accompany his boss to the meeting.

"I don't care," snapped Brenda.  "No one goes home until everything is working properly, not if you want to keep your well paid jobs.  Now get out there and tell those incompetent code monkeys to get to work!"

* * *

"I'm really starting to hate that bitch," yelled Tiny when the pair of engineers got back to the large room filled with cubicles where the other slaves, er employees were busy at work.

"You can always quit," noted Roberta.

"I can't afford to lose the benefits," moaned Tiny.  "My daughter  is real sick and the mortgage eats up much of what I make and child care takes most of what the house doesn't.  I've been living on Kraft Dinner for a month like a bloody university student and I don't mean the snooty deluxe macaroni and cheese the rich brats talk about on TikTok!."e

"I think just about everyone here is in the same boat," sighed Roberta.  "Well, let's get to work and maybe we can make it home for New Years Eve if nothing else."

* * *

"That was kind of harsh don't you think Brenda?" asked Lydia, repeating her earlier comment,  after the conference room door had closed behind the pair of clearly upset engineers.

"I thought I was being generous by not firing their incompetent asses," replied Brenda as she helped herself to some of the sushi platter on the table which she had very pointedly not offered to the engineers.  "I am not Scrooge McDuck with a swimming pool full of money to flounce around in."

"I think he had a big vault," replied Lydia, "and you don't have a beak."

"Just what does that mean?" snapped Brenda.

"Just that you might fit at least half the description of Scrooge McDuck," replied Lydia.

"Oh please, don't go all Dickens on me," scoffed Brenda.  "I'm staying here just like them  I wouldn't expect my employees to do anything I wouldn't do."

"Meaning I take it that we aren't going to Axanna's Christmas Eve party," grumbled Lydia as she slumped down in a chair.

"No we aren't," agreed Brenda.  "I'm going to my office to do some work.  You keep an eye on those worthless engineers and make sure they don't slack off."

"Ja mon fuhrer," muttered Lydia once Brenda was safely out of hearing.

 ** *

Brenda started to feel a little woozy once she got to her office.  "Maybe that sushi wasn't good," she muttered as she staggered over to the large leather couch on one side of the room.  "Computer dim the lights," she ordered as she stretched out on the couch.  "I will just close my eyes for a bit," she promised herself and then darkness took her.

* * *

Brenda woke with a start at some noise she couldn't identify.  Looking around her office, she saw the long curtains on her windows blowing as if under the influence of some strong wind which was impossible.  "Computer, turn the lights back up to normal," she commanded, but the room stayed dim.  "Serves me right for buying that cheap Amazon crap," moaned Brenda as she swung her legs over the side of the sofa and tried to sit up.

"Oh stop blaming Jeff Bezos and everyone else for your problems," said a soft female voice.

Brenda gasped and looked up to see Axanna Morgan standing a few feet away.  The busty blonde was wearing a more or less see through green tinted nightie that did little to hide her curvy body.  A pair of large soft globular breasts were clearly visible with the hard pink nipples straining against the flimsy fabric and her pussy tantalizingly on display.  The blonde also sported a set of what looked like silver chains around her ankles and wrists and this was what had made the sound that had woke Brenda up.

"What the hell Axanna?" moaned Brenda.  "I texted you to say I couldn't make your party tonight didn't I?  And what's with the chains?  I didn't think you were into that bondage stuff."

"I am not Axanna Morgan," said the blonde with a smirk.  "Traditionally, the image you see should be from your dead partner, but you were never good about playing nicely with others, so there was no partner.  As your oldest friend, it was decided this form would be the next best thing."

"You're my oldest and best friend?" said Brenda with a touch of derision.  "Can I have a recount on that vote?"

"No one else wanted the job," snapped the image of Axanna Morgan.  "What do you think of that?"

"I think the sushi was bad," groaned Brenda, "and you never answered my question about the chains.  Aren't they supposed to be all rusty iron or something if this dream is yet another tasteless knockoff of A Christmas Carol?"

"Oh please, I wouldn't be caught dead in some rusty old chains," snorted Axanna.  "Now, let's get down to business and why I am here."

"You are just a figment of my mind as a result of bad sushi and it being Christmas Eve," said Brenda.  "My subconscious or whatever is trying to do a number on me because I made those useless engineers work over the holidays."

"Is that right?" asked Axanna.  "Can a figment do this?  The blonde leaned down, took Brenda's head in her hands and kissed the brunette passionately on the lips.  Brenda tried to pull back, but found she was held tight and when she opened her mouth to try and protest, Axanna slipped her tongue inside and deepened the kiss.  The blonde pushed Brenda back onto her back on the couch and laid down on top of her friend, grinding her full breasts into Brenda's.  "Still think I am a figment of your mind?" asked Axanna a minute later when she finally broke the kiss and climbed off Brenda.

"What, what do you want from me?" panted Brenda staring up at the blonde.

"I would love to have you eat out my pussy," replied Axanna, "but I'm afraid there isn't time at the moment.  I really just came here to tell you that you will be visited by three ghosts.  I'm sure you know the drill from all the countless remakes of the movie.  I suggest you take what they say to heart."  With that, Axanna turned and walked towards the office door.

"Wait, don't go," cried Brenda.  "You can't just get me all horny and then go."

"Watch me," said Axanna and she turned around and walked into the door.  "Ouch," said the blonde rubbing her pert little nose.  "This whole ghost thing is harder than it looks."  With a look of concentration on her beautiful face, Axanna stepped through the door on the second attempt.

"Come back," called Brenda, staggering to her feet and stumbling to the door which she flung open.  There was no sign of Axanna, but another figure sat in her receptionist's chair, rocking back and forth.

"Hello Brenda, I am the ghost of Christmas past."

"Oh stop playing silly buggers Angela," said Brenda as she took int the form of Angela Greer dressed up in her purple Lady Midnight costume.  "Did you see Axanna come through here?"

"You haven't been listening Brenda," admonished Lady Midnight or at least the ghost who looked like the ebony heroine.  "That's one of the reasons you always got into so much trouble."

"I don't know what you are talking about," snapped Brenda.  "I've taken classes on active listening and how to communicate properly."

"You were texting all the way through that course on active listening," replied Lady Midnight as she stood up.  "Come with me and I will show you your past."

"I've lived my past and know all about it," replied Brenda even as Lady Midnight took her by the hand and then snapped her fingers on her free hand.

The office vanished.

"Where the hell are we?" asked Brenda, who found herself wearing her Ms. Americana outfit when she looked down at her body.

"The where as always is Delta City," said Lady Midnight gesturing around at the city skyline from the top of the building they were on. "The better question is ‘when' which happens to be the first night you went out on patrol as Ms. Americana."

"Oh goddess,"  gasped Ms. Americana. 

"Yes, that first night didn't go so well did it?" asked Lady Midnight.  "Professor Werder told you that your power belt wasn't ready yet and that it still needed more testing.  You kept nagging him about it to work harder and get it ready."

"I, I didn't think I had a choice," replied Ms. Americana.  "In the years before I started my hero career, there was a group of heroines active in Delta City, but something happened to them, something bad.  They all seemed to vanish almost overnight and the city needed new heroes to take their place."

[Author's Note:  Maybe it is an alternate universe from mine, or maybe not, but Sigma has been writing an excellent series of stories about the time twenty or so years before the current She Legion.  Check out his Superia stories  on his page.]

"And you couldn't wait for your power belt to be perfected," said Lady Midnight.  "By the way, whyever did you choose to power it using sexual frustration?  Wouldn't sexual satisfaction have made better sense if you had to tie it to anything to do with sex?  You just seemed to be setting yourself up for …well a lot of sexual frustration which inevitably leads to problems."

"It's the damned Aphrodite gene," replied Ms. Americana.  "We could only get the power belt to work if we tied it to something sexual, so I had to make a choice.  I didn't think it would be a problem."

"Because you would never lose right?" asked Lady Midnight.  "But then on that first night, things already started to go wrong."  With that Lady Midnight gestured to the skylight they were standing next to.  Looking down, Ms. Americana could see a group of masked men moving around in the warehouse underneath their feet.  They could also see another, younger Ms. Americana creeping through the aisles of crates towards them.

Let's watch and see how your decision turned out shall we?" suggested Lady Midnight who waved a hand and was suddenly holding a large bucket of buttered popcorn.

Ms. Americana didn't say anything as her attention was riveted on the scene below.

* * *

The young Ms. Americana peered around the last crate nervously.  These masked men were clearly robbing the place and she intended to stop them.  They had triggered a silent alarm, but the police had been paid off to ignore the alarm.  She had learned about it only by monitoring police radio frequencies with the specialized communications equipment she had helped Professor Werder build.  Thinking of the absent minded scientist made the heroine touch the golden power belt on her waist.  The professor had said it wasn't ready for use yet in a combat situation, but she was sure he was just being over cautious.  Well, it is show time, she thought and took a deep breath to calm herself before stepping out into the open.

"Stop right there miscreants," she cried, posing with her hands on her hips and unconsciously thrusting out her 38G chest.

"Who the hell are you?" demanded one of the masked men as he paused in the act of loading a crate onto a truck that had been backed into the loading dock of the warehouse.

"I'm Ms. Americana and I intend to be your worst nightmare," responded the heroine proudly.

The man looked confused for a moment.  "Er, I think my worst nightmare was when I showed up at school in just my boxers and all the girls made fun of me."

"Not that one," said Ms. Americana impatiently.  "I am a superhero and I am going to toss you all in jail for your crimes."

"You hear that boys?" laughed the man.  "This big boobed slut is going to send us all to jail."

"I thought our protection was all paid up?" asked another one of the men.

"It is," the first man assured him and he turned back to the young heroine in front of him.  "So honey, why don't you just take off that skimpy outfit which hardly hides anything and bend over one of the crates.  I am pretty sure you would enjoy entertaining all of us with that sweet body of yours."

"That's disgusting," snapped Ms. Americana and she ran forward to take a swing at the insolent man.  He was still holding the crate and didn't have time to react before her fist connected and sent him flying.

"Get the bitch," yelled another of the men and a dozen masked men dropped whatever they were doing and charged Ms. Americana.  She knocked several of them flying with punches and kicks when suddenly.

"Zzzzzzzzt,"

Ms. Americana looked down at her power belt where the noise was coming from.  She saw a little flash of light and suddenly her enhanced strength was gone.  As an Aphrodite, she still had above average strength, reflexes and speed, but it was only a fraction of what her power belt gave her.  Maybe, it was time for a strategic withdrawal as her father would have called it and she turned on a booted heel to run.  She had only taken a couple of steps before one of the men tackled her.

"Get off me!" the young Ms. Americana cried as she tried to push the large man off her.  The man didn't say anything, but just held her pinned down until more of the masked men reached them and helped hold her.  They dragged her panting to her feet and the man she had punched first, apparently the leader walked towards her rubbing his jaw.

"You got one hell of a punch for a girl," he said.  "Nice rack too.  Let's see it shall we?"  He reached forward, grabbed Ms. Americana's top and ripped it off.  The brunette's large boobs bounced into view, jiggling up and down from the momentum of their release.

"Eek," squealed the young heroine, but there was nothing she could do to cover her exposed tits as the men held tight to her arms.

"Holy fuck, look at the size of those puppies," said one of the other men.  "I can't wait to get my hands on them.

"You wouldn't dare! Gasped Ms. Americana.

"Oh we are going to dare a lot more," laughed the leader and he gestured to the men holding the heroine who promptly forced her onto her knees.  The man in front of her undid his pants and let them drop along with his boxers so that a large and very erect cock was pointing right at her face and only inches away. 

"I am not going to …," the rest of the heroine's sentence was cut off by the man's cock shoving past her lips and into her mouth.  Baby blue eyes flew open wide with shock as the man continued to push his cock forward until it reached the back of her mouth and started down her throat.

* * *

"have you ever counted how many blowjobs you have been forced to give over the years since that first one?" asked Lady Midnight as she shovelled some more popcorn into her mouth and watched the scene unfurling below them intently.

"No, I haven't, replied the older Ms. Americana as she watched her younger self getting her face fucked.  Absentmindedly, she reached out and took a handful of popcorn from the bucket.

"Have you ever wondered if you secretly like getting taken like that?" asked Lady Midnight.

"No!" Ms. Americana cried vehemently even as she watched her younger self take her first load of cum in her mouth, though from memory, she knew it would be far from the last even for just that first night.

"Are you sure about that?" asked Lady Midnight who gave a soft moan and when Ms. Americana looked over, she saw the dark skinned heroine had a hand inside her costume bottom touching herself.  Down below, the younger Ms. Americana was now on her back with her bottoms ripped off and her legs spread.  The two watching from the roof could clearly see the look of horror on the face of the captured heroine as one of the men penetrated her pussy.

"Do we really have to watch this?" said the older Ms. Americana weakly.

"Yes, at least until I get off," moaned Lady Midnight and she shot Ms. Americana a look.  "Want to help me with that?"

It was sick and wrong, but watching her younger self get fucked had made the older Ms. Americana hornier than she cared to admit.  She took another look at the scene below where a second goon was fucking her face at the same time as the other one fucked her pussy.  Still watching with the corner of her eye, she knelt in front of Lady Midnight and looked up as the ebony beauty stripped off her costume to expose her dripping snatch. 

"I remember the first time I was forced to lick another pussy," whimpered Ms. Americana as she looked into Angela's soft eyes.

"I'm not forcing you," replied Angela.

"No, you're not," agreed Ms. Americana as she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the other woman's swollen cunt lips.

Lady Midnight moaned and pulled Ms. Americana's face tighter into her pussy.  "Oh yeah you white slut, lick my black honeypot."As the younger Ms. Americana got gang banged below them with the odd moan wafting up to them on the roof, Ms. Americana licked her friend and fellow heroine to an earth shattering climax.  Lady Midnight's honey blasted over Ms. Americana's face and into her mouth and then a moment later she found herself alone in her office once more.

"I just dreamed all that," she told herself, but then put a hand up to touch the wetness on her face and noticed the sweet taste in her mouth.

* * *

Brenda had just cleaned herself up and come out of her private washroom when she found a new figure waiting for her.
"Hello  Brenda, ready to go?"

"Champion Girl?" said a surprised Brenda.  "You are the ghost of Christmas Present.  I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything, but I was sort of expecting another one of the senior heroines."

"You don't really expect them to work on Christmas Eve with all their seniority do you?" snorted Champion Girl derisively.

"But, I already saw Green Spectre and Lady Midnight," pointed out Ms. Americana.

"You did?" asked Champion Girl.  "Damn, no one tells me anything.  I hardly get any stories on Danger Babe Central and now I get stuck with this piece of crap role on Christmas Eve.  I was told Azure Angel, Shield and Amazing Babe all turned it down because they wanted to party.  "Well it will serve them right when that horde of slimy, tentacled aliens land by their dorm and gang fuck them in all their holes for the entire night. Ho, ho, ho."

"I don't understand what you are blabbering about," snapped Brenda.

"Oh just come with me," said Champion Girl and she took Brenda's hand and snapped her fingers with her free hand.  A moment later, they were in what appeared to be a hospital room.   On the bed in front of them was a young girl of maybe twelve or thirteen, but it was hard to see much of her with all the tubes and equipment attached to her.

"Who is she and why are we here?" whispered Brenda.

"You don't have to whisper," replied Champion Girl.  "No one can see us."

"Who the hell are you two?" demanded an authoritative  male voice from behind the pair of heroines.  They spun around to see a doctor holding a clipboard glaring at them.

"Oh damn, this ghost stuff is harder than it looks," muttered Champion Girl and she snapped her fingers again.

The doctor gaped at the now empty space and rubbed his eyes.  "Either I'm working too hard or drinking too much," he mumbled to himself as he crossed to the monitors to look at the readings.

"That's better," said a smug sounding Champion Girl as the now invisible pair watched the doctor.  "Now before we were interrupted, you asked who the girl is.  Her name is Debbie Johnson and she is the daughter of one of your engineers Tiny Johnson.  She is quite ill and he has to take your abuse since he needs the medical benefits to look after her.  Tiny is also a single parent since his wife died from cancer five years ago."

"I, I didn't know," stammered Brenda looking over at the pale looking girl in the bed.

"That's because you were too busy being a bitch," commented Champion Girl.

"You're still pissed at me for firing you over that accident that gave you your powers when you were working for me as an intern," accused Brenda.

"Damn right," growled Champion Girl.  "Er, I mean no, that was Champion Girl.  I'm the ghost of Christmas Present and I just happen to look like her.  Try and keep up will you."

"Is she going to be alright?" asked Brenda gesturing towards the bed.

"Her name is Debbie," Champion Girl reminded her.  "You don't even bother to learn the names of those who work for you, but at least you can remember the name of a dying child."

"Dying?" gasped Brenda.

"Well, it doesn't look good," said Champion Girl.  "The doctor there is doing his best, but her condition is rare and he's not an expert on it."

Brenda opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the hospital intercom.  "Code X in the Research Wing.  I repeat Code X in the Research Wing."

"What the hell is a Code X?" demanded Brenda.

"Someone is attacking the Research Wing," explained Champion Girl.  "Let's go see shall we?"  The ghost snapped her fingers again and the two women shivered when they looked around, seeing nothing but snow and ice.  "Damn, I am having trouble getting the hang of this finger snapping," wailed Champion Girl.

"Where are we?" asked Brenda.

"Looks like Canada to me," replied Champion Girl.  "It's a well known fact that the whole country is covered in ice and snow twelve months a year.  I wonder where all the igloos are?  I think they built a really big one for the Raptors to play in."

"I don't think that's a very accurate picture of Canada," said Brenda. Doubtfully  "I mean, I have nearly a hundred Wade-Mart stores in Canada and I'm pretty sure they aren't in igloos."

"Of course it's accurate, Hollywood wouldn't lie.  I should know, I watched every episode of SCTV with Bob and Doug Mckenzie," replied Champion Girl who blew on her cold fingers and tried snapping them again.  This time, they found themselves standing in a corridor where a large hole had been blasted in the wall.  A couple dozen gray skinned mutoids and some weird plant creatures were pouring through it.

"Those look like Dragon Queen's creatures," cried Brenda and even as she spoke, the Asian scientist and villain stepped through the hole.  "What is going on here?"

"The Research Wing is running advanced genetic studies," explained Champion Girl.  "I imagine DQ is here to steal the data to use in her own warped experiments."

"She's an insane bitch, but she is a genius," protested Brenda. "Why would she need to steal the data?"

"It's the American way," replied Champion Girl.  "Industrial Espionage has a long and healthy tradition.  Read up on Thomas Edison someday, or just go visit Silicon Valley.  Oh, and by the way, I don't mean the valley between those huge knockers of yours."

"They are all natural!" snapped Ms. Americana.

"That's what all the bimbos say," replied Champion Girl.

Brenda's hands clenched into fists, but she made herself relax.  "We can cat fight later.  We've got to stop Dragon Queen and her foul creations."

"There is nothing you can do," replied Champion Girl.  "You are sound asleep in your office with some bad sushi.  Anyway, Karen works in this hospital, so I expect she should be along any second.  Of course, something will happen and she will get her brains fucked out, but it's a lot better than a lump of coal in my stocking."

As if on cue, there was a whooshing sound and Karen Clark, or rather Power Lass flew down the hall and landed in front of the mutoids and plant creatures.  "I see you are auditioning to be the new grinch," said Power Lass as she stood there, hands on hips, blaring at Dragon Queen.

"Don't just stand there posing, get her!" yelled Brenda.

"She can't hear you," said Champion Girl, "and pot meet kettle."

"What?  I don't do that!" protested Brenda hotly.

Champion Girl just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the confrontation happening in the hallway.  The mutoids lumbered towards the stacked blonde heroine who began punching them and sending them flying.  With the possible exception of Omega Woman, Power Lass was probably the strongest member of the She Legion and clearly more than a match for the large mutoids.  That's when things went wrong.  There was a whirring sound coming from somewhere close and Power Lass froze in place as her super strength drained out of her.

"What happened to her?" demanded Brenda as she could clearly see something was wrong with Power Lass.

Champion Girl sighed. "There is a CT Scanner on the other side of the wall.  It creates a powerful magnetic field which is Power Lass's weakness.  Oh dear, there goes her top."  Brenda turned back to Power Lass who was now indeed topless, the upper half of her already skimpy white outfit having been shredded away by one of the mutoids who held it triumphantly in one large hand.  Power Lass's large boobs were still bouncing up and down from the removal and that wonderous sight only served to stimulate the mutoids more as they advanced on the depowered heroine.  Huge, slime dripping green cocks sprouted from the groins of the mutoids as they surrounded Power Lass and ripped off the remaining shreds of her costume.

"Oh goddess," gasped Brenda as she watched Power Lass pushed onto her back on the floor and quickly mounted by one of the monstrosities.  Power Lass gave a pitiful cry as she was penetrated by the massive penis of the creature which quickly began to drive in and out of the blonde.  A second mutoid moved around to Power Lass's head and slammed his cock into her gaping mouth and down her throat.  The busty blonde's tits swung and bounced wildly under the impact of the double fucking while the other mutoids gathered around, stroking their cocks and waiting for their turn.

"Someone has to do something," moaned Brenda as she watched Power Lass choke and gag on the huge cock ramming into her mouth without mercy.

"Perhaps you would have been available to help her if you weren't so caught up trying to make yourself richer and others miserable," said Champion Girl.

A horrified Brenda could only watch helplessly as the mutoid that was skull fucking Power Lass began to cum.  She could see Power Lass's throat muscles working as the blonde swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the thick, warm spunk of the creature.  The overflow spilled out the corners of Power Lass's mouth in a foamy white river and ran down her chin to puddle on her throat and the top of her tits.  A few seconds later, the mutoid banging her pussy also came and Brenda could see Power Lass's stomach visibly distend from the huge load being pumped into her.

"Get away from her, you vile monsters," rang out a new voice from the hole in the wall.  Brenda looked that way and saw the sexy bodies of Got Gal and Got Chic outlined against the light behind them.

"It figures," commented Champion Girl.  "Wherever you have weird monstrosities, the Got Gals show up to get their brains fucked out by them.  It doesn't matter if it is a giant worm, n overgrown cockroach, snakes or anything else  weird with a cock, you can count on them to put in an appearance.  I sometimes think they secretly enjoy being taken by the grossest things possible."

"That's not fair!" cried Brenda who had felt a surge of hope at the sight of the Got Gals.

"Yeah?  Ten to one they are naked and being fucked and sucking cock in five minutes," said Champion girl.

As the two unseen watchers looked on, the plant creatures that had come with Dragon Queen moved to surround the two newly arrived heroines.  These creatures were obviously something new that the insane geneticist had created and the heroines eyed them warily.  They were more or less humanoid looking with two arms and two legs, but other than that, they were just a mass of green leaves and vines.

"I think you are slipping DQ if these things are supposed to threaten us," smirked Got Gal as she started to push her way through the ring of plant creatures.

"Oh really?" laughed Dragon Queen.  "Tell me Got Slut, how are you feeling?  A bit tingly perhaps?"

"Um, maybe just a little," said Got Gal looking a bit confused.

"How about you Got Slut Junior?" asked Dragon Queen.

"I, I do feel a little odd," admitted Got Chic.  "What, what are these plants doing to us?

"You two should really learn more botany ," laughed Dragon Queen.  "These are my latest creation and inspired by the Christmas season.  They are based on mistletoe with some interesting additions such as the ability to project a new variation of Bliss that makes you very susceptible to suggestion."

"Suggestion?" echoed Got Gal.

"Yes, let me demonstrate," replied Dragon Queen.  "Why don't you two whores give me a show and start making out with each other?"

The Got Gals looked at each other for a few seconds, obviously trying to resist, but then their arms went around each other and they began to kiss each other passionately  on the lips.  Tongues extended and began to swirl around each other as hero and sidekick began to exchange saliva.  With each passing second, their actions became more frenzied and they practically ripped off each other's clothes before falling naked to the floor in a 69 position.  Got Gal's tongue licked at Got Chic's black  pussy while the younger heroine returned the favour with unabashed enthusiasm.

"Big deal," snorted Brenda.  "I think those two go at it with each other all the time just for something to do."

"Meow," retorted Champion Girl.  

"All I am saying is that they gave in awful easily," retorted Brenda.  "I know I would not have succumbed so readily."

"Yeah right," replied Champion Girl as she looked from where Power Lass was being dog piled to the convulsing bodies of the Got Gals who had licked each other to an orgasm.  Got Gal and Got Chic had a slightly stunned ‘what the hell happened' look on their faces, their very wet faces as they looked blearily around at the plant creatures still surrounding them.  Those creatures now all sprouted a large green rod from their groins that dribbled a greenish white liquid.

"Time for round two Got Whores," crowed Dragon Queen as the plant things grabbed the Got Gals and began to penetrate their mouths, pussies and asses with their plant cocks.  The Got Gals were too weak to resist after their climax and even more importantly after abandoning their Got Jewels when they stripped to pleasure each other.

"Well, I think we have seen enough," announced Champion Girl as she and Brenda saw one of the mutoids blast a massive load of warm cum over Power Lass's face.

"Wait, I want to know how this turns out," protested Brenda, but she found herself back in her office once more.  She also noticed with a sense of burning shame that her pussy was now dripping honey down her thighs in a river.

"I guess you got turned on watching your friends get raped," said a female voice from behind Brenda that made her jump.

"Omega Woman?  You are the Ghost of Christmas Future?" asked Brenda.

"Well, I'm not the Easter Bunny," replied Omega Woman, or at least the ghost who looked exactly like the short haired busty blonde.

"I suppose you are here to show me my horrible future fate," snapped Brenda defiantly.

"Well, that too," agreed Omega Woman, "but first I am going to make you cum."

"What?  Why the hell would you want to do that?" cried Brenda.

"Because I can," replied Omega Woman, "and I remember how good your pussy tastes from that time the Bilbo Brothers captured us both and made us have sex with each other.  As I recall though, it didn't take much persuasion on their part."

"Speak for yourself, Brenda retorted, "and I thought you were the Ghost of Christmas Future and not the real Omega Woman, so how can you have her memories."

"I got her memories along with her mammaries," said the ghost with a huge grin as she cupped her boobs through her top.   

before Brenda could say or do anything else, Omega Woman slammed her back into her office door, pinning her in place and then started to kiss the billionaire on the mouth.  Brenda's protest died on her lips as she felt Omega Woman's huge jugs which were almost as big as her own, pressed against her own tits and the blonde's hand sliding under her skirt.  "Oh fuck," Brenda gasped as Omega Woman's questing fingers slid into her sopping wet thong and began to rub her clit.

"Damn, you are fucking wet down there Brenda," moaned Omega Woman as she broke the kiss and pulled her wet fingers up to inspect them.  "mmm, tasty," the blonde said as she licked them clean and then replaced them under Brenda's skirt.

"Don't stop," moaned Brenda as she pressed her pussy into Omega Woman's hand.

"I wasn't planning too," grinned Omega Woman who now inserted three fingers easily into Brenda's slit and began to slide them in and out while continuing to rub her clit with her thumb.  "I'm going to finger fuck you until you cum like Old Faithful."

"Oh fuck yes," moaned Brenda as she leaned forward to capture Omega Woman's lips in another kiss while grinding her cunt into Omega Woman's fingers.  Brenda wanted it to go on forever, but her body was too close to the edge already when Omega Woman started her finger work and after only a couple of blissful minutes, Brenda came and came and came.    This time when Omega Woman brought her hand up, there was a small puddle of Brenda's juices in the cup of her palm.

"Drink it all down dear," said Omega Woman, presenting her hand to Brenda.  The brunet didn't hesitate for a second, but began to lap at Omega Woman's palm like she was parched and desperate for the sweet liquid.

"Well, now that is out of the way, we can go," smirked Omega Woman and she snapped her fingers.

* * *

Brenda found herself back in the same hospital room where the pale girl lay in the bed.  The same doctor she had seen earlier was looking sad as he began to shut off the various machines connected to the patient and making notations on a clipboard as he did so.

"What is going on?  How far in the future are we?" asked Brenda in a shaky voice.

"It's New Year's Eve," replied Omega Woman from beside her.  "It will be midnight in another few minutes."

"Where is her father?" cried Brenda.  "He should be here at the very least, the damn insensitive man!"

"You wouldn't give him any time off, remember?" replied Omega Woman.  "He just got a call from the doctor a half hour ago while he was still slaving away at his computer like you ordered him to."

"No, no, I didn't realize," wailed Brenda.  "I didn't know!"

Suddenly the hospital room door burst open and Tiny charged in looking positively deranged.  The doctor tried to talk to him, but was shoved roughly out of the way as Tiny gathered up his dead daughter in his arms and began to sob uncontrollably.

"I think we should give them some privacy," said Omega Woman who took Brenda's hand once more and snapped her fingers.

* * *

Brenda found herself standing on a rough road in the middle of a desert with the hot sun beating down on her unmercifully.  Looking down the road, she could see a car approaching.  The car appeared to be covered with sheets of metal like a makeshift tank and there was a large machine gun mounted on the hood of the vehicle.

"Damn, wrong dystopian future," muttered Omega Woman and she snapped her fingers again.

This time Brenda found herself back in Delta City, but things didn't look much better.  About a third of the buildings on the street had been blasted into rubble and it looked like no one had made any effort to clean up the mess.  It was nighttime and there were not many people visible.  A few peeked out of the rubble while others scurried along in the shadows.  There was an air of hopelessness in the expression of all those Brenda saw.

"How many hundreds of years in the future is this?" cried Brenda looking around at the ruined city.

"Hundreds?" echoed Omega Woman.  "No, it is only about five years in your future, or one of your futures."
	
"Five years?" repeated Brenda.  "What could possibly have done this much damage in so short a time?  Did we finally have a World War III with Russia?"

"It wasn't Russia, it was you, or at least your decisions," replied Omega Woman.

"That's insane!" cried Brenda.  "I wouldn't do anything like this."

"Not directly," agreed Omega Woman.  "It was however the result of the things you did.  Look over there."

Brenda looked where the ghost was pointing and saw an eight foot tall, heavily muscled man in a black uniform come around the corner of a ruined building.  He was dressed all in black body armour with the initials TT stenciled on the breast in silver.  The man's gait didn't look quite right, realized Brenda as he came closer and then she understood why.  This wasn't a man, but a robot or android, she wasn't clear on the exact distinction and neither were common yet in her time outside of the criminal super villains like the Geek.

"That is a Tiny Tim," said Omega Woman, reading the question in Brenda's eyes.  "You remember the engineer you just saw lose his daughter?  He was a genius at AI and the death of his daughter drove him a little insane.  Ok, maybe a lot insane.  He dedicated himself to getting revenge, but he wasn't willing to be content with just you.  He went after the entire city and with some help the entire world.  The countries we used to know don't really exist anymore except as historical names, not that anyone has the time for a history class anymore. Tiny used his androids to take Delta City as his own little kingdom.  To make sure no pesky armies came to bother him, he sold the technology to the villains and other madmen around the world.  Each of them carved out their own little fiefdom over which they have absolute rule.  There are a hundred or so of these petty kingdoms in the United States alone, thousands around the world.  Some parts might be considered still to be free, mainly because they were too poor for anyone to want.  You know, places like Somalia where there has been a drought thanks to climate change for the last dozen years.  There aren't enough people left alive there for anyone to want the place.  Los Angeles isn't much better I am afraid."

"What about the heroes?" asked Brenda.  "Didn't they fight them?"

"They fought them.  They died," said Omega Woman bitterly.

As the two were talking the Tiny Tim continued its advance up the street at a slow, methodical pace.  Suddenly it sprinted forward at a tremendous speed, heading for the shadowed doorway of a half ruined building which Brenda realized sickly was the Wade Building or what was left of it.  There was a strangled cry of fear from someone and then Brenda saw a small, blonde haired figure dash out of the shadows and start running.

"Oh my goddess, that's Lydia," exclaimed Brenda as she suddenly recognized her ward.

The Tiny Tim was on Lydia in a few seconds, tackling her and pinning her to the ground.  Only now did Brenda notice that Lydia still wore the ragged remnants of her Flag Girl costume.

"Can't we do something to help her?" cried a distraught Brenda.  "That thing is going to kill her."

"She should be so lucky," replied Omega Woman in a dead voice.

Brenda began to ask what the ghost meant, but suddenly there was no need.  The body armour of the android slid aside at its groin and a gleaming black phallus emerged into view.  It was easily a foot long and as thick around as Lydia's wrist.  The rubber an metal cock penetrated Lydia's pussy with ease as if it were the legendary unstoppable object.  Lydia gave out a little mewling cry of protest and then just lay there defeated as the thing ravaged her with hard, mechanical force.  It seemed to go on for hours, but finally the Tiny Tim pulled its artificial cock from the quivering blonde and stood over her stroking its member.  The android gave a small grunt and then a white liquid began to erupt from its cock and splash down on the young heroine.  It went on and on until Lydia's face and breasts were totally covered in a thick layer of goo nearly a half inch thick and making her unrecognizable.

"Please, no more," croaked Lydia sounding totally broken and defeated.

The Tiny Tim said nothing during the entire altercation and it didn't speak now.  Instead, the android bent down and picked up Lydia by her cum drenched  blonde hair and slung her over one shoulder.

"Where is that thing taking her?" asked Brenda, not sure she wanted the answer.

"To the Tiny Tim Headquarters," replied Omega Woman as they watched the android stalk off with its prize.  "Like any heroine they capture, she will be fucked a hundred times a day by those things until she can't take it anymore.  I lasted a whole year, but I don't think Lydia will make it nearly that long."

"What, what happened to me?" asked Brenda.

"Turn around and you will see," said Omega Woman grimly,

Brenda turned around one hundred and eighty degrees and screamed.  There was a gibbet there that she somehow hadn't noticed.  There was a figure hanging from it, though only shreds of flesh remained on the otherwise picked clean bones.  The tattered scraps of a red, white and blue costume clung here and there.

"He wanted to make an example of you," said Omega Woman quietly.

* * *

Brenda was still screaming when she woke up in her office.

"What's wrong Brenda?" gasped Lydia as she came skidding into Brenda's office.  "Are we under attack?  I heard your scream clear down the hall."

"What, what day is it?" gasped Brenda.

"Day?" repeated Lydia.  "It's still Christmas Eve.  You must have fallen asleep and had a bad dream."

"It's not too late then," babbled Brenda, "you're still not all covered in robot cum!"

"Er, not lately, "said Lydia cautiously.  "Are you ok Brenda?"

"I'm fine," went on Brenda.  "We've got to get some turkeys and a helicopter and …," she stopped, "er no that is the wrong holiday and turkeys can't fly.  Maybe some gift cards for Amazon, they can buy turkeys with them.  That will be a lot safer and avoid the counterattack."

"Um, Brenda you aren't making much sense," said a worried Lydia.

"It's ok, I'm just a bit giddy is all," Brenda reassured her ward.  "I need to do a few quick things, then we need to go to the hospital.  Go get changed into your Flag Girl costume and I should be about done by then."  

"What's up with the hospital?" asked Lydia.

"Just a small problem that shouldn't take long to look after and then we will go to Axanna's Party," said Brenda as she opened her laptop and logged in.

"Cool," cried Lydia and ran out of Brenda's office, tits bouncing in her low cut top and threatening to fall right out.

"let's see," said Brenda tapping some keys.   "First a special payroll run to give everyone a two thousand dollar Christmas bonus and an Amazon gift card for those turkeys.  Hmm, no need to get crazy, I'll make it a Wade-Mart gift card, no sense in making Jeff any wealthier.  That yacht of his is already ridiculously big.  Next, an e-mail telling everyone to go home and not come back until the day after New Years.  Oh wait, I better exempt the Wade-Mart store people from that since we can't miss the boxing day sales.  I'll give them an extra couple hundred bonus to make up for it though and they can have an extra can of expired food."  Brenda sat back and smiled after hitting enter on the e-mail and hearing cheering echo around the building.

Next, Brenda pulled out her She Legion communicator and called the monitor on duty officer.

"Lady Midnight here, Merry fucking Christmas," said a familiar voice.

"Angela, this is Brenda, who all is there?"

"I've got Omega Woman and Champion Girl in the ready room playing strip Scrabble," reported Lady Midnight.  "You insisted on having people on standby even on Christmas Eve as you might recall."

"How is the game going?" asked Brenda, suddenly feeling a tingle between her legs.

"You don't think I am watching them via the security cameras do you?" asked Lady Midnight.  "That would be an invasion of their privacy and highly unethical."

"Not if you are bored enough," pointed out Brenda with total illogic.

Lady Midnight hesitated.  "Well, it looks like Champion Girl just scored a triple word or something and Omega Woman lost her top.  Fuck, I love those big round titties of hers."

"Well, please ask them both to get dressed and fly over to the university, "said Brenda.  "I have a feeling there is going to be a problem there and those two have enough power to handle just about anything."

"There's nothing on my monitors," said Angela as she guiltily took a hand out of her panties and began checking the screens again after being fixated on the ready room screen for the last half hour.

"Trust me on this one," said Brenda.  "Once that is dealt with, put the monitors on relay to my phone and get your cute ass over to Axanna's for the  party.  "
"I can get down with that," replied Angela with a smile.

* * *

Amazing Babe gagged as the tentacle cock slammed down her throat over and over.  It almost, but not quite was enough to take her mind off the tentacles currently ravaging her ass and pussy.  What was it with all the weird fucking aliens who seemed to enjoy fucking human females so much.  It wasn't logical damn it.  Humans should be as weird and unattractive sexually to aliens like this as the aliens were to human females.  Then again, sometimes it didn't matter too much what was slamming into your cunt as long as it was big and hard, thought Amazing Babe.  You could always just close your eyes and pretend it was some hunky movie star doing you.  Maybe that worked for the aliens too.  All they needed or wanted was a tight, wet hole to put their tentacles in and who cared how ugly the human female was?  It was something worth thinking about, but later because now she needed to concentrate her attention on licking that slimy slab of meat ramming in and out of her mouth so she could find out what alien cum tasted like.

"You know," gasped Shield as she was suspended in mid air, stark naked and with a cock tentacle in her ass and pussy , "sometimes I think Jessica gets off on these alien weirdo types."

"Well" replied Azure Angel who was likewise impaled and suspended, "if you close your eyes, you can just pretend it is some hot guy pounding you."

"Eww, that's sick," replied Shield and then she closed her eyes.  "Hmm, but maybe you are right.  Oh yeah George, fuck my pussy."

"Hey, do you three want rescuing, or should we just fly away and leave you to have your fun?" called a female voice from the air above the trio of young heroines.
 
Shield looked up to see Omega Woman and Champion Girl floating there and watching.  "Oh goddess, I didn't think any help would come.  These aliens have some kind of cloaking device that prevented the monitors from picking them up."

"Well, somehow Brenda knew you needed help," said Champion Girl.  "You didn't say though if you wanted it."

"Just give me a few seconds," moaned Shield and then she felt a tremendous climax wrack her body.  "Ah, that's better.  Yeah go ahead and rescue us now and then we can crash Axanna's party."

"Ditto for me" gasped Azure Angel as she came down from her orgasm.

"Jeez, how can you guys get off being fucked by these things?" asked Omega Woman as she looked at the green slimy aliens.

"Just close your eyes and think of hot guys," said Azure Angel.  "it works like a charm."

"How about you Jess?" asked Champion Girl who saw the busty young blonde had finished swallowing what looked like a gallon of alien seed and the tentacle had slipped from her slack and drooling lips.

"Yeah, I think I'm full," Amazing Babe said with a dreamy smile as she ran her tongue over her lips.

Omega Woman sighed and began grabbing the mostly satiated aliens and throwing them back into their ship.

"We go in peace," said a smiling alien as he didn't put up any struggle.  "Zaphrod was right, human females are the best."

"You're disgusting," snapped Omega Woman as she tried not to stare at the mostly flaccid cock tentacles.

"We'll be back this way in a couple of weeks," said the alien with a wink of one of its thirty seven eyes, "just in case you want to see how disgusting we can be."

Omega Woman looked around to make sure none of the others were in earshot and then gave the alien her private communicator code before tossing him into the ship.

* * *

Ms. Americana slipped into the CT scanner room and turned off the machine. All the scans had been rescheduled due to the break-in, but no one had thought to shut the machine down.  Out in the hall, Power Lass felt her strength start to quickly return just as three large loads of mutoid spunk blasted into her mouth, ass and pussy in a nice demonstration of synchronicity.  Once she had finished swallowing the mouthful of mutoid spunk, Power Lass began to lash out with her fists and send the massive creatures flying all over the place.

Hurrying back into the hall, Ms. Americana went to try and help the Got Gals who she still thought seemed to be enjoying their plant gang bang a bit too much.  Confidently, the Queen of Justice strode over to help Flag Girl pull  the plant things out of the Got Gals.  At least that was the plan until she felt her mind cloud over as the Bliss hit her.

"I do hate reruns on TV," said Dragon Queen thoughtfully as she regarded the two new heroines, "but it was so much fun the first time that I can't resist.  Ameriwhore and Flag Twat, I want you to get naked and get to know each other's body real well.  Oh wait, I do have a little prop for you to use."  The Asian scientist rifled in her purse and pulled out an eighteen inch bright purple double headed dildo.  Never leave home without one, she said and tossed it to Ms. Americana.

Dimly, Ms. Americana remembered her bragging words to Champion Girl or the ghost at least about how she wouldn't be so easy to subdue, but those thoughts faded even more into the back of her mind as she wrapped her arms around Flag Girl and kissed her sidekick.

"We, we should try and resist," gasped Lydia when Ms. Americana broke the kiss.

"Do you want to?" panted Ms. Americana as she yanked off her top and let her boobs fall out into view.

"Hell no," said Lydia as her eyes followed the up and down bouncing of her mentor's titanic jugs for a moment before bending down to wrap her lips around one of the large, erect nipples.  As an amused Dragon Queen looked on with a smile, the two heroines stripped off their costumes while at the same time managing to keep fondling and licking each other's body.  When they were both totally naked except for masks and boots, Ms. Americana jammed one end of the double headed dildo into her pussy and sank down onto her back on the floor.  A moment later, Flag Girl was on top of her and sliding the other end of the dildo into her own pussy.

"Oh yeah, fuck me Flag Girl," moaned Ms. Americana as she thrust her hips up to meet her sidekick in a frenzy of lust.

"Ahem," said a voice next to Dragon Queen's ear.  The Asian villain had one hand under her long red dress rubbing her pussy as she watched Ms. Americana and Flag Girl getting it on with each other and hadn't noticed a restored Power Lass finishing off the mutoids.  The blonde heroine was naked and covered in sweat and cum with a fist poised to punch Dragon Queen's lights out.

"Er, could that wait until they finish," asked Dragon Queen hopefully, cutting her eyes back to Ms. Americana and Flag Girl who were kissing again as their breasts ground together and they fucked each other with the dildo.

Power Lass hesitated and she too looked at the two copulating heroines.  "I guess it could, she admitted as her hand went between her legs and began to rub her clit

"Maybe it would be better if we helped each other?" suggested Dragon Queen with a raised eyebrow.

Power Lass hesitated again and while she did so, Dragon Queen slid her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, showing she was naked under it.  Power Lass looked at the Asian beauty's large, soft breasts and nodded again.  She took her hand off her clit and reached between Dragon Queen's legs while the villainess did the same.  Soon, both women were moaning loudly as they pleasured each other.

"It's the Bliss affecting us isn't it?" gasped Power Lass as she drove her fingers in and out of Dragon Queen's cunt with increasing speed and lust.

"I took the antidote for it," moaned Dragon Queen as her free hand cupped Power Lass's large boobs and squeezed them gently.  "I wouldn't think they are affecting you either," the Asian woman continued as she glanced at the drooping forms of the plant things. 

"Oh," was all Power Lass could think to say before she lowered her mouth to one of Dragon Queen's enticing breasts and began to suck on the nipple.

"I've got a surprise for you," gasped Dragon Queen after a few minutes of the mutual masturbation.

"Oh?" asked a suspicious Power Lass.  "What is it?"  Dragon Queen closed her eyes and a look of concentration came over her face.  Power Lass wondered what that was all about and then she found out as Dragon Queen's clit began to grow.  In just a few seconds, the mighty maid found herself holding a good foot of solid, hard fuck meat.  Her body responded without bothering to consult her mind and Power Lass slid to her knees in front of Dragon Queen and engulfed the she cock with her mouth.

"Oh fuck, screw the research I came here to steal, this is the best Christmas present I ever got," moaned Dragon Queen as she ran her hands through Power Lass's soft, blonde locks.

"Me too," came a muffled voice from Power Lass as she took the villainess's tasty cock into her throat and began to bob her face up and down on it.

"What a couple of sluts," said a new voice, though both Power Lass and Dragon Queen were having too much fun to pay much attention to it.  Got Gal and Got Chic were now watching the action having suddenly found themselves free of the plant creatures.  It seemed the poor things didn't have the stamina to keep up with them and were wilting perhaps due to the poor artificial light.

"Which pair?" asked Got Chic as she watched Power Lass sucking Dragon Queen's cock with everything she had while Ms. Americana and Flag Girl continued to fuck each other with the dildo.

"Both, I guess," conceded Got Gal.  "They obviously don't have our willpower to resist such lewd actions."

"Um, if you say so," said Got Chic a little dubiously as she glanced at her mentor and lover.  "Who do you think cums first?"

"Five bucks on Ms. Americana," said Got Gal promptly. 

"You're on," replied Got Chic, as a hand strayed between her legs.  "Good thing we aren't a couple of sluts like them with all those base animal instincts.  I say Dragon Queen cums first and gives Power Lass a nice drink."
 
"We'll see," moaned Got Gal as she slid two fingers into her well lubed slit and began to finger fuck herself.

In the end, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl seemed to come at the same instant and collapsed into each other's arms in a post orgasmic bliss.  The effect of the orgasm seemed to help clear their minds of the suggestion given to them by Dragon Queen and they found themselves staring into each other's eyes and looking rather embarrassed about what they had done and their current position, still joined at the pussy by the dildo.

"Er, sorry about that," said Ms. Americana blushing.

"Um, me too," replied Lydia and she tried to suppress a moan of pleasure as Brenda levered herself up and causing the dildo to slide back and forth a bit.

"We had better um get ourselves untangled," muttered Ms. Americana and then it was her turn to gasp at the pleasure the movement caused her.

"Yeah, we really should," moaned Flag Girl who then reached up to pull Brenda's mouth down onto her own for one last tender kiss.

"Oh cut it out you two," said Got Gal as she licked her fingers clean of her own juices.  "Let's wrap this up and get to the party."

Gurgle.  Slurp.  Swallow.

"Dragon Queen just shot her load," announced Got Chic looking over where Power Lass was still working her mouth up and down the she cock and swallowing every drop of cum like a starving woman.  Apparently the pleasure was too much for the Asian as she collapsed backwards unconscious, her massive tool finally slipping free from Power Lass's lips.

"* * *

"Let's get this party started," said Brenda  as she strode into Axanna's penthouse apartment with Lydia hot on her heels.  They had dropped the unconscious Dragon Queen off at the new MaxHold prison and hurried home to change back into their civilian identities.

"It's been going on for a while already," giggled Axanna who looked as if she had been sampling the punch liberally.  The blonde host of the party gestured towards a table where a topless Hexanna was swaying back and forth to the sound of ‘Jingle Bell Rock' while an appreciative group of both men and women guests watched.

"Where's Summer?" asked Lydia looking around the packed room.

"She was taking people's coats earlier when they arrived," said Axanna.  "You can toss yours on the bed in the spare room with the others."

"Here, take mine," said Brenda shrugging out of her coat and handing it to Lydia who took it and bounced up the stairs.  Getting near the spare bedroom, Lydia heard a loud moaning coming from within.  "Peering inside, Lydia broke into a grin when she spotted Summer Morgan and Louisa Torrez, otherwise known as Spectre Girl and Wolf Woman locked in a 69 position and eating each other out.

"Hey Louisa, I didn't know you liked girls," said Lydia loudly as she stepped into the room smiling.

The Latino beauty looked up guiltily from Summer's pussy, her face drenched with the young blonde's juices.  "I think I had too much punch," she said and hickuped.  "I found this little hussy playing with herself and volunteered to help her get off."

"Got room on that bed for a third?" asked Lydia as she tossed her coat and Brenda's on the floor and began to unbutton her blouse.

"I think we can make room" cooed Summer as both she and Louisa paused what they were doing to watch their friend strip.  Seconds later, a naked Lydia joined them on the bed and the trio set about discovering the true meaning of Christmas … at least for an Aphrodite.

* * *
   
"I don't think Lydia came back down," Brenda said to Axanna some time later as the pair sat side by side on a sofa in the living room.  The party was starting to get out of hand, but neither seemed to mind.  Hexanna was now totally naked and had the end of her skull staff shoved up her pussy fucking herself with it while the onlookers cheered their appreciation.

"I see Cameron and Candace are getting along well," noted Brenda as the alter egos of Omega Woman and Champion Girl were making good use of the purple double headed dildo that Brenda had confiscated from Dragon Queen and brought along as an icebreaker.  The two well endowed blondes were happily fucking each other's brains out on a love sea, again with an adoring audience.  Now and then one of the watching men couldn't control himself any longer and would take his cock out and jerk off to blast a load of cum over the two naked women who didn't seem to mind or even notice.

"Who's that Angela is blowing?" asked Axanna squinting over at the fireplace where the naked ebony assistant DA had her mouth wrapped around a hard cock.

"I think that's her boss, dA Adam Parker," said Brenda looking that way.

"I thought she despised him?" asked Axanna.

"It all depends on how much punch you drink I think," said Brenda 

"I suppose that explains why Karen is kneeling next to Angela and sucking Commissioner Borden's cock," noted Axanna.  "I think she had several large glasses.  It's kind of cute though, a porn version of Law and Order."

"What about you?" asked Brenda with a wicked grin as she reached out to cup one of Axanna's tits.  "How much punch have you had?"

"I've had an awful lot of it," giggled Axanna as she pulled Brenda to her and kissed her.

"I hope you are getting pictures of all this," said Yumi Wong to Carla Rogers as they stood together looking at the various acts of debauchery.

"Sure am," agreed Carla.  "The next time the seniors start lecturing us for being sluts, there will be some interesting counterarguments brought forth."

"Speaking of sluts, where is Jessica?" asked Yumi.

"It's hard to tell, but that's her under that pile in the corner," said Carla with a nod of her head.  "The guy fucking her ass told her he was a big Hollywood Producer and he could get her into movies."

"You think he is lying?" asked Yumi.

"Well the one fucking her mouth said he was an astronaut and the one in her pussy claimed to be a neurosurgeon," said Carla.  "I suppose they could all be telling the truth."

"Look out!"

"Coming through!"

Yumi and Carla were forced to take a couple of steps backwards quickly as two naked women on all fours galloped past with tiny men on their backs.

"That looked like Tonya and Anita," remarked Carla.  "Who were the midgets on their backs?"

"You can't call them midgets," admonished Yumi. "That's not a politically correct term and besides they weren't midgets.  I think they were Italian Jimmy and Nuts Nelson, two of the top jockeys at the Delta City Racetrack."

"Well, that explains everything then," said Carla taking another sip of her punch.  After a minute, she gave her head a shake, "No, it doesn't.   What the hell were they doing?"

"Isn't it obvious, they were having a horse race," replied Yumi as she refilled her punch glass.

"But why were they riding Tonya and Anita?" persisted Carla with a slight frown as her muddled brain tried to work out this riddle.

"Probably because the horses wouldn't fit in the elevator," replied Yumi. 

"I win!" came Tonyas triumphant cry from the other side of the room and Carla and Yumi looked in that direction to see a naked Tonya doing her happy dance which made her boobs bounce and jiggle and which made those watching the sight even happier.  "You have to live up to your end of the bet," crowed Tonya pointing to Nuts Nelson who had been the jockey riding Anita.

"Well, I suppose a bet is a bet," replied Nuts who seemed to be trying not to smile which was odd for the loser of a bet.  The reason for this became apparent when the "loser" pulled down his bright coloured jockey pants to reveal that while he might be small in stature, his cock was well above average and the reason for his nickname became readily apparent.  The little jockey had the biggest set of testicles Carla had ever seen and she had seen some whoppers on some of the weird things Dragon Queen had dreamed up.  Nuts  got behind Anita as his cock sprung to full attention and grabbing the young black girl's hips, he buried his member in her pussy with a quick thrust.  Anita's mouth gaped open in a near perfect "o" and Jimmy slipped his equally impressive cock into the ready made opening.

"That's it, give the slut a good fucking," encouraged Tonya loudly as she stared in rapture at the sight of the double penetration of her cameraperson.

Carla watched as a look of longing suddenly passed over Tonya's features.  "I think Tonya is wishing she had thrown the race and lost," she giggled to Yumi.

"I think so too," agreed Yumi taking a large swig of her punch.  "I bet she demands a rematch when those two are done with Anita."

"Can the winner do that?" asked Carla.

"I sure as hell don't think Nuts and Jimmy are going to complain," replied Yumi with a grin as the sound of Nuts' namesakes made a loud smacking sound as they hit Anita's ass with each stroke.

"Oh fuck, there he blows," laughed Carla and she cheered along with Yumi and the other onlookers as Nuts gave a loud cry and went suddenly stiff with his cock buried deep in Anita's pussy.

"It makes me hungry for some cream pie," said Yumi as they could all see the thick white cream leaking out around Nuts' cock which was still buried in the black girl and apparently still pumping out more cum.

"Excuse me Miss," said a voice beside the two women.  Yumi and Carla looked around to see Axanna's butler.  He had a very proper English accent and was dressed impeccably in a long coat and tails.

"Yes, what is it Cadbury?" asked Yumi.

"The gentleman over at the bar," and Cadbury nodded towards a large African-American man who was looking their way, "asked me to see if Miss Yumi would consent to let him titty fuck her.  He said you have the biggest set of melons he has ever seen and can't wait to blow a load over them."

"I see," said Yumi.  "Do you have any idea of who he is Cadbury?"

"I believe he is the star quarterback 
Of the local professional football team," said Cadbury with a sniff.  "That is American Football of course, not the proper game."

"I hope you will excuse me please Carla," said Yumi with a grin and she sauntered towards the waiting man, starting to unbutton her blouse as she walked.

"Just how strong is that punch?" Carla asked Cadbury as she watched Yumi drop her top on the floor and begin to press her bare boobs into the chest  of the football player.

"I think it is about 60% vodka Miss Carla," replied the butler.

"And the rest? Inquired Carla.

"I believe it is roughly 39% whiskey," said Cadbury thoughtfully.  "I am quite sure Ms. Morgan squeezed at least one orange into it, so technically it could be considered fruit punch."

"How do you manage to get through one of these things without getting flustered Cadbury?" asked Carla cocking her head to regard the butler.

"It isn't easy madam," replied Cadbury.  "Once it is all over, I retire to my room and spend several hours choking the chicken."

"That doesn't seem quite right," observed Carla as she trailed a finger lazily over the front of the butler's well pressed trousers.

"It wouldn't be proper to get above my station madam," said Cadbury not breaking eye contact with the red head, or even acknowledging what her fingers were doing.

"I don't know," said Carla thoughtfully as her fingers continued to work and she was rewarded with a twitch.  "Why don't we find some place to properly discuss the class system."

Cadbury hesitated and looked around.  His mistress and Ms. Wade were now both naked and making out on the sofa and it seemed unlikely that his butler services would be required for some time.  "Very well madam," he said to Carla as he took her hand.  ""I believe the phrase that fits the situation is ‘let's go to my room and fuck like bunnies'."

"Works for me," smiled Carla.

As Carla and Cadbury passed by the open door of the small gym that Axanna and Summer used to work out, they saw a naked woman hanging from a pair of rings suspended from the ceiling.  It took Carla a few seconds to recognize the woman since at first her attention had naturally enough been drawn to the two large grapefruit sized boobs on display and the shaved glistening pussy.

"Oh hi Sarah, what's up?" asked Carla, "besides you I mean."

There were two other women in the room with Lady Sarah Kraft and it was one of them, a blonde in the process of removing a fur bikini who spoke instead of the British noblewoman.  "Hi Carla, we were just playing a game of ‘Cops and Robbers'," said Dana McQueen, otherwise known as Jungle Babe.  "We caught this notorious thief in the act and now we have to interrogate her."  With that the busty blonde jungle warrior finished removing her bikini and with amazing agility swarmed up Lady Kraft's naked body and positioned her pussy over the mouth of the suspended woman.

"I don't think she is going to be able to say much in that position," noted Carla dryly.

"I have to break down her resistance first," moaned Jungle Babe as Lady Kraft's tongue speared into her pussy.

"She doesn't seem to be resisting much" said Carla as she watched Jungle Babe moan and squirm thanks to the talented tongue work of the hanging woman.

Oh, she is a devious one though and hard to crack.  "Time to increase the pressure on the suspect," said the third woman in the room.

Carla looked away with difficulty from the sight of Lady Kraft eating out the blonde Jungle Babe to examine the third person in this little roleplay.  Lydia Borden, also known as Night Raven, had stripped naked while Carla had been watching the other two and had also affixed a rather large strap-on dildo to her crotch.  The jet black pseudo penis bobbed up and down as Lydia moved behind the suspended aristocrat and began to part her ass cheeks.  There was a muffled exclamation from Lady Kraft when Lydia slid the dildo home into her ass with a hard thrust.

"Well, I will leave you two to carry on with your interrogation of this obviously dangerous prisoner," said Carla and Dana and Lydia waived a cheerful goodbye.  Understandably, Lady Kraft had no hand to waive and could only make a faint murmur of farewell as Jungle Babe ground her pussy into her mouth. 

If she hadn't been horny before, the sight in the gym had amplified Carla's lust to an almost unbearable degree.  So it was that they had barely had made it to the butler's tidy little room before Carla was on her knees opening up his well pressed pants to pull his cock out.  Carla was not disappointed as she studied the massive member just inches from her face.  "How the hell did you guys ever lose the revolutionary war against us with weapons like this?" she asked whimsically as she swirled her tongue around the large spongy head.

"I think it was the lack of tea that did it Miss Carla," replied Cadbury as he took the red haired woman's head in his long fingered hands and ran his cock around her lips as if applying lip balm and leaving instead a coating of precum.

"Mmm, the British are coming," giggled Carla.

"Not yet Miss Carla, but soon," promised Cadbury as he slipped his cock between her lips and then grabbing the back of her head pulled her unresisting mouth all the way down the length of his cock.  "Soon," the butler repeated as he began to pull the girl's mouth back and forth on his shaft, "but not too soon I hope."

* * *

"So, you think your daughter is going to be ok?" Roberta asked Tiny as she pulled up in front of her fellow engineer's house after driving him home from the hospital.

"Yes," affirmed Tiny with a grin.  "I don't know what came over Brenda to make her act human, but besides the time off and the bonus, she called a specialist to look at my wife's case.  She looked at the charts and records and is pretty sure she knows what is wrong and is going to start a new course of treatment tomorrow, or later today I guess it is now."

"On Christmas day?" asked a surprised Roberta.

"She said she isn't real big on Christmas and helping others was in the Christmas spirit anyway," said Tim.  "It is going to be a long road to getting better, but she has a pretty good chance."

"I'm so happy for you," said Roberta.  "This must have been real hard on you.  You know, work, your kid being sick and all.  When was the last time you got any?"

Tiny raised his eyebrows in surprise at this statement from his fellow engineer an boss.  "I thought you considered my comments about sex to be disgusting and sexual harassment?" he teased.

"They are," agreed Roberta, "but sometimes people have needs."  Before Tiny could say or do anything, Roberta leaned down, undid his zipper and slipped her hand inside.  She was pleasantly surprised to find Tiny's cock was anything but tiny and starting to harden at her touch.  Pulling it into view, she regarded it in the dim light of the street lamps and then lowered her mouth onto it.

"God bless us everyone," breathed Tiny Tim as he felt Roberta's warm mouth envelop his cock.

The End