Delta City PI #16 by DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Ms. Americana, Got Gal and the other Delta City heroines are property of Mr. X except for Witchfire who is the creation of Silcords. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep their character true to what is shown in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Nancy sat back and considered the new information on her screen. The detective had not been sure if her Candy Floss adventure would yield anything useful, but she had not expected this. Someone had been paying Pamela Winston to spy on the PUssycat Club and that same someone was also in contact with Gregor Sandor the hard nosed head of security for Bridge. That didn't necessarily connect Bridge to the spying on the Pussycat Club and frankly Nancy could not think of why Bridge would be remotely interested in the Pussycat Club unless the billionaire was watching it for a replacement for Blue Bird. The only thing that was special or significant about the Pussycat Club was that it was an "indpendant". All the other strip clubs / whore houses operating in Delta City and there were a lot of them, were controlled by a small number of very powerful pimps / gangsters like King Pimp and Master Pimp. Those same pimps controlled all of the street level hookers via a hierarchy of lieutenants and gangs like the Flaming Skulls. Somehow Cyril had managed to stay free from that control and Nancy thought she was going to have to talk to him about how he managed that. It might be that someone was considering an attempt to move in on Cyril and the spying was just a prelude. It also occurred to Nancy that having control of the Pussycat might allow for some blackmail opportunities that Cyril was too moral to touch. The more Nancy thought about Cyril, the more contradictions came to mind. Cyril was a pimp and by the very definition could be said to be preying on women and taking advantage of them. Nancy was hard pressed to think that any woman chose to sell their bodies or take off their clothes because they had it down as a career objective on their resume. Almost universally they were forced into it for one reason or another, often due to poverty addictions, or lack of education. For whatever reason, Cyril was something of an exception. He looked after his girls and other employees so that they made a decent living while monsters like Master Pimp treated his girls like property. Once they were too old and worn out, they were discarded onto the street and Nancy saw their pathetic forms every day, wandering the streets of Delta City, part of its homelesss horde. Nancy went back to the information she had retrieved from Smith's computer. Besides the contact list, she had managed to snag some of his email. She skimed through it, finding much of it dealt with the videos they were shooting or planning. Then the blonde came to one from Mitchell Wiggins to Smith. "One of the building inspectors, Max Goosen came to see me today. He was concerned about the quality of the concrete and other materials being used on the Crown Building and the Seneca Financial Building. He also said that there were devices beinginstalled in the walls of those projects that were not shown on the blueprints that were marked as 'Bridge Electronics'. I tried to assure him that he was mistaken about the building materials, but he wasn't buying it. I told him I would look into it and that I thought the devices were just extra computer equipment that had been added aftrer the blueprints were created and they would be updated. This is increasing my risk significantly and I expect to be better compensated for the increased risk." Nancy couldn't believe the stupidity of either Wiggins or Smith. You didn't put information like that into an email no matter how secure you thought the system was, or make a demand to the kind of people who were likely involved in construction kickbacks. Wiggins had practically ordered his own murder by doing that and Smith was a fucking idiot not to have scrubbed this note from his computer. To be fair, it had been encrypted and the network very well protected, but it was still stupid. The email had been dated two weeks before Wiggins was killed. On impulse, Nancy did a search for Max Goosen and sighed. The detective was hardly surprised to find Goosen had been the victim of a brake failure three days after the email reached Smith. Either the poor bastard had not gotten the memo or had been too honest to look the other way when it put lives at risk. Nancy's best guess was that Smith was a low level "cutoff" in Delta City's organized crime rackets. Higher up and smarter people wouldn't deal with someone like Wiggins. When Wiggins became inconveniant, he had been eliminated and Smith could very easily suffer the same fate to prevent things being tracked back to his superiors. The substandard materials issue was standard operating procedure for graft and corruption when it came to construction projects. Nancy hoped the Mayor had taken her warning to heart, but she might need to remind him or maybe better to pass on some information on the quiet to people like Tonya O'donnell, Axanna Morgan and Angela Greer who might be able to dig into it more and actually do something about it. The detective didn't like the idea of one of these buildings or the new bridge collapsing and taking down hundreds or thousands of people with them. The Bridge Electronics devices was a bit more puzling. The two buildings mentioned in the email would house the offices of various companies including some banks. Was Bridge planning to tap into confidential communications and generally spy on those businesses? The latest information on Bridge's activities reminded Nancy she had meant to do a bit more research into Bridge. In particular, she was interested in any marriage certificates that had been filed to see if that gave her any more information on the first two wives. A little while later, the private eye had drawn a blank. Her computer search had revealed zero marriage certificates for Skylar Bridge. If that was true, he couldn't even hide behind the fiction of normal husband and wife relationships. It was not domestic abuse, but kidnapping. Bridge had been born and raised in Delta City. His father Elmer had been a manager of a shipping company based in Delta City and his mother had been a stay at home wife. That hardly surprised Nancy considering his attitude towards women or at least his private real attitude which was quite different from his progressive public stance. Bridge had gone to Thompson High School in Delta City and then to good old Delta City University where he had studied engineering. He had been another example of a Jobs and Wozniak or Allen and Gates story, as Bridge and another engineering student had dropped out to form their own very successful business. In Bridge's case, they had developed a computer chip that provided supposedly fool proof encryption and security for computers, phones and other devices. That had attracted the attention of the U.S. military and the small company had grown from Bridge's garage to twenty billion in annual sales according to their website. Well, Bridge had certainly benefited, but not so much his partner. Delbert Owens had been killed by yet another brake failure accident shortly before the first big contract with the military. The partnership agreement between Owens and Bridge had stated that in case of the death of one partner, the other would automatically be awarded their full share of the business. On a whim, Nancy perused the online yearbooks for Thompson Highschool and found pictures of Bridge and Owens, class of 1996. The detective's eyes became riveted to another picture in the same yearbook...Naomi Rawlings. The caption under the picture of a smiling brunette read "Naomi passed before graduation, but she stays with us in spirit." * * * Head still spinning with these revelations, Nancy had forced herself to give up her research for the night and to try and get some sleep. She wanted to be up early and out at the Pope's to make sure everything was ready for Blue Bird's burial. It was going to be a short ceremony. After learning about Blue Bird's experiences at St. Lucifer's, Nancy doubted the woman would have wanted any religious ceremony. There would be a simple procession to the gravesite, a couple of songs that Ellen an Paul had helped her pick out, and then she would say a few words before the coffin was lowered into the ground to place the fallen heroine at rest. After that, there would be a small lunch on the lawn outside the Pope house. Nancy didn't know if anyone besides her and the Popes would be there. Heather Pope greeted Nancy at the front door when she arrived. Nancy didn't see Ellen around and Heather smiled and winked at her. "Ellen is down in the secret cove with the Grey Lady. Ellen and Paul and I suppose all children think anyone over thirty just can't possibly know what is going on, so they all think I don't know about the secret staircase and the cove. You go right on down dear." When Nancy got to the cove, she was surprised to see two dolphins cavorting around in the cove waters and Ellen kneeling by the water with some type of headset on her head. "What's up?" asked Nancypointing to the dolphins and the headset. Ellen looked up with excitement shining on her face. "You remember how I said Fancy thought the dolphins could communicate with humans?" Nancy nodded and she went on. "I think Fancy could do it naturally, but I thought maybe I could duplicate it with the help of computers which is my thing." "Any luck?" asked Nancy with interest. "Some," replied Ellen excitedly. "Only a few words or at least I think I have got a few words I can understand. Basic things like water, fish, boat and er," the girl's face went abit red. "Um, fuck." Nancy gave a small laugh. "Is that the verb form of the word?" Ellen grinned sheepishly. "I think so." At that point the two dolphins seemed to catch sight of Nancy for the first time and two bright eyed heads broke the water watching her and chittering madly. Ellen held up a hand to them, speaking into her microphone. "Hold on guys, not so fast. Slow down, I can't get any of that." Nancy was surprised to see the dolphins actually slow down their chittering and it seemed to her the sounds became more repetitive as if they were saying the same thing over and over again. Ellen blinked and looked at Nancy and then hesitantly raised her finger to hover just above Nancy's breasts and their still hard nipples. "Boobs?" said Ellen and the two dolphins nodded their heads enthusiastically in an unmistakable sign of agreement. Nancy glared at the two now laughing creatures. "Ok you two, I assume your last name is Wong?" That seemed to amuse the two dolphins even more and they turned, slapped their tails on the water, showering Nancy and swam away into open water laughing as they went, or at least they sounded like they were laughing to the blonde detective as she shook water from her hair. "I think they understood you," said Ellen in a voice caught between astonishment and laughter. * * * When Nancy and Ellen went back upstairs, they went out to inspect the gravesite. The diggers from the funeral home had found a spot free of tree roots, but still where the grave would be partially shaded by the trees. There was some kind of winch and pully system set up by the hole. When the coffin arrived, it would be attached to the device and the press of a button would lower it into the ground using a small motor. There was a large pile of dirt and several shovels next to the hole. The sight sent a shiver through Nancys body. "Kind of depressing isn't it?" asked Ellen quietly. "It was like that for dad and Fancy too." Nancy put an arm around Ellen's shoulder and led her back to the house to wait. More than anything, Nancy was impressed that the Pope's would be willing to do this for a stranger and risk raising their own memories of the past. Sometimes, she thought, people didn't have to wear costumes. to be heroes. The coffin was scheduled to arrive at one, but a half hour before that, people began to arrive. Cindy Kelly was the first to arrive and she gave Nancy and the Pope's all hugs. Next came, to Nancys surprise, a contingent from the PUssycat Club. Cyril had somewhere found a black suit and tie to replace his normal white pimp attire. Nancy thought he looked damned good. Frank Jerome, Trudy, Maria, Sahara, Phoebe and all the other girls were there, wearing more clothes than they might have worn in many a year. The Pussycat crew was followed a few minutes later by several carloads of the Wongs. Mr. and Mrs. Wong, Jason, Jake, Katy,Becky, Judy and several more. They also brought more food in anticipation of the need. The arrival of the She Legion and other heroines both gratified Nancy and made her more nervous. The small ceremony and little speach she had planned to say for Blue Bird suddenly seemed inadequate and she hoped they would understand.. The detective had not even been sure any of the heroines would attend, especially in light of the shit kicking they had taken at the hands of the Aberration so recently. Some of them still looked a little banged up, but it was amazing how well the Aphrodite healing factor could work. [Shameless plug: For more details on the fight with the Aberration, see Witchfire #8 by Silkcords.] The one ironic thing about the presence of the heroines was that in their skimpycostumes, they were much more on display than the strippers and whores from the Pussycat Club. Shortly before the hearse from the funeral home arrived, an EMT vehicle arrived with Roberta Sanchez and Vic as they had apparently managed to book off an hour to attend. Probably their lunch hour, Nancy suspected. There were two more unexpected pairs of mourners. A man of about fifty, bald in a suit that would have fit him better twenty pounds ago and a neatly dressed woman of the same age arrived just before they started. Nancy was just making a mental note to try and talk to them afterwards when she saw the old woman holding onto the harness of her guide dog walking up the path from the beach. Another person that Nancy really wanted to talk to. When the hearse arrived with the coffin, four of the senior heroines stepped forward to pick it up and carry it towards the trees. Nancy thought Blue Bird would have very much appreciated having Ms. Americana, Got Gal, Lady Midnight and Green Spectre as her pall bearers. At the gravesite, the heroines attached the coffin to the winch assembly and stepped back into the ranks of heroines. Nancy nodded to Ellen who pressed play on the ghetto blaster she had brought to play the music. It was a sad, haunting song about love. Nancy hadn't been sure about it, but Ellen had insisted it was appropriate. Eva Cassidy sung about the fields of gold and the promise of love and lookingaround Nancy decided Ellen had been right. When the song stopped, Nancy suddenly wished she was doing something easy like leading a charge across a battlefield into a hail of machine gun fire. Instead she stepped forward and cleared her throat as everyone stared at her. Damn, she wasn't used to having this many people stare at her with her clothes on. "Her hero name was Blue Bird, but her real name was Bonnie Bell." Nancy glanced over at the heroines. "I know secret identities are important to the heroines, but Blue Bird has no family left to be hurt by revealing her identity. I think she needs to be remembered for both her heroine name and her real name." Nancy saw the assembled heroines nod and then she went on. "Blue Bird lived a hard life. I don't know all the details, but she was an orphan and grew up in what became known as St. Lucifer's." Nancy saw Green Spectre flinch at that as the heroine and her alter ego, publisher Axanna Morgan had been the ones to expose that horrible situation. "When things got too bad," continued Nancy, "Blue Bird ran away to live on the streets of Delta City and we all know that is not an easy life." Nancy saw many heads nod in agreement. "I don't know all that happened to her next, but Blue Bird was true to her name and she flew among the streets of Delta City. I know she saved at least one life when a man fell from a scaffold..." A throat cleared and Nancy was surprised to see it was the man in the ill fitting suit. He shyly raised a hand like a student in a classroom asking permission to speak and Nancy nodded. "Er, my name is Harry Danials. I was, am a window washer. It was me what the blue haired heroine saved that day. I thought I was a gonner for sure and I was just thinking I would never see my Martha again," and he paused to pat his wife's arm "When she swooped out of nowhere and saved me. I got four kids and now a couple of grandkids and I thought about her every time I saw them after that day and how it was only because of her that I could. I am ashamed to say that I always laughed at some of the ladies present," and he looked at the heroines, "for their um ways of dressing and such, but not no more." Harry stopped and blushed and looked down at his shoes which had been polished to a mirror brightness. "Thank you Harry," said Nancy softly and then went on. "I wish I could say Blue Bird's life got better after that, but it didn't. She was kidnapped, tortured and molested by a wealthy and powerful man, whose name I cannot even say since his wealth and privilege still protect him. I can only say that I vow on whatever gods and goddesses that might exist to change that. I rescued her or she rescued me, or maybe we rescued each other when I tried to free her. She died saving my life, but she flew one last time and was free. The jealus sun could not match the radiance of her smile at that last flight." "Birds have to be free. Birds have to fly." Nancy finished and nodded to Ellen who pressed the Play button again. Nancy removed her trench coat as the music started and she pressed the button to lower the coffin. When it had settled to the bottom of the hole, the detective picked up one of the shovels and began to cover it. She knew some of the others had grabbed shovels and were helping her, but she couldn't see them through her tears as the song played. Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free [Leonard Cohen. Bird on a Wire.] * * * It had to be one of the strangest and most eclectic groups of people who gathered for lunch afterwards, thought Nancy. The detective saw Mrs. Wong talking to Ms. Americana and the dark haired heroine seemed to have a bemused look on her face as she listened. Nancy tried not to cringe when she was sure she heard the words 'Detective Boobs' and saw them both glance her way. Cindy and Witchfire had their heads together talking and as far as Nancy could make out, they were exchanging stories about the slanderous rumours that red heads had quick tempers and actually had more fun than blondes. Amazing Babe seemed to be hovering near Witchfire, but not joining in the conversation and Nancy thought there seemed to be some unspoken tension between the two heroines. [Shameless plug #2: Again see Witchfire #8 for what is going on with Witchfire and Amazing Babe.] Mr. Wong was talking to Omega Woman and seemed to be giving her lessons on how to make pizza as they both munched on a slice. Nancy just hoped he didn't introduce the woman's massive mammaries to the Red Dragon Clan tradition of boob groping instead of shaking hands. Cyril was talking to Green Spectre and the latter seemed to be recounting stories of her battles with gangs and pimps and what scum they were. Cyril seemed to be having problems keeping a straight face as he listened attentively and made little sounds of agreement with the buxom blonde. Judy, Becky,and some of the other Wong children were gathered aroun Azure Angel and looking at her with unadorned adulation in their eyes. The asian heroine had seemed strangely nervous at first, but was now laughing and giggling with them. Sahara was chatting up Lady Midnight and as best as Nancy could tell, they were comparing their boob sizes and the trials and tribulations associated with their large chests. Paul Pope had brought out a small portable keyboard and was playing some background music and trying not to let the sight of Got Gal, Trudy and Phoebe who had come over to watch him distract him. Ellen was talking to the knot of sidekicks that included Spectre Girl, Flag Girl and Got Chick. Nancy wasn't sure what they were talking about, but they were all smiling and laughing. Heather Pope seemed to be exchanging recipes with Katy Wong and Mrs. Danials while near-bye, Harry was recounting his rescue by Blue Bird to Champion Girl and Power Lass while he kept his eyes firmly focussed on theirs which seemed to be amazing them. Jake and Jason Wong were having an animated discussion with Lady Kraft and Jungle Babe regarding archeology and artifacts of the Ming dynasty. Maria was talking to Roberta and Vic about what courses she would need to take to become an EMT which sounded like a better long term career than topless waitress and about equally dangerous, thought Nancy. Interestingly enough, Maria was holding hands with Jerome. Frank was chatting up Hexanna and Nancy swore the assistant manager was showing the powerful two thousand year old sorceress a card trick. Nancy decided it was time to tackle the second of her objectives now that she knew who Harry and Martha were and made her way over to the woman with the guide dog. "Um Excuse me," began Nancy uncertainly, "but I think I need to thank you for helping me find out who Fancy was and for helping save my life on the beach." "You are most welcome dear," said the old woman who looked at Nancy without seeing her. "But I think the pizza your friends brought makes us even. I haven't had Wong's pizza in years. And you should also thank this big hairy monster," and she leaned down to affectionately stroke the head of the golden retriever sitting patiently by her side. "Er, what is his name? Is it ok if I pet him?" asked Nancy. "His name is Rascal and he certainly lives up to it," said the woman. "Now normally, you shouldn't pet a working dog, especially when he is working, but I think we can make an exception." Nancy smiled and gave Rascal a quick pet and the dog licked herhand. "Also he shouldn't be fed human food and not when working either," commented the old woman and then she winked at Nancy and let a bite of pizza accidently fall from her hand. It never hit the ground. "I, um didn't get your name?" asked Nancy. The woman seemed to think about this for a few seconds. "Just call me Grandma. Yes, I think that would be best." Then Grandma took hold of the harness on Rascals back. "Ok, up and at em boy. We got things to do. It has been nice to meet you Nancy, or should I call you what that wonderful Mrs. Wong told me, Detective Boobs?" Nancy groaned and Grandma smiled as she and Rascal departed down the path to the beach. Something distracted Nancy for a moment and when she looked back for the pair, they were gone. * * * The lunch had broken up as everyone had places to go and things to do. The Wongs needed to get back to the restaurant where Jason's wife Terri was holding the fort and babysitting the children who had been too young to attend including Maria's son Juan. The Pussycat crew had to get back to the club to get set up for opening. Roberta and Vic were back on duty and of course the heroines had their duties as either heroines or in their secret identities to attend to. Nancy had managed to pass on a USB stick to Lady Midnight, Green Spectre an Got Gal for them to pass on to their "friends" Angela Greer, Axanna Morgan and Tonya O'Donnell. The devices contained all the information that Candy Floss had gotten from Smith's computer as well as the conversation Nancy had recordedd with Pamela Winston and Nancy's own statement on what had happened on Bridge's island. It might not be enough to get Bridge to court, let alone convict him, but Nancy wanted there to be copies of what evidence she had uncovered in multiple hands in case something happned to her. It would at least give them a starting point for their own investigations if needed. Nancy helped the Pope's clean up after lunch and then spent the rest of the afternoon talking with the Popes and walking with Ellen on the beach talking about her plans with the dolphins. It was starting to get dark when the detective said her good byes and headed back to the city. The private eye was just passing the "Delta City Home of Ms. Americana" sign which someone had painted a very rude and good picture of a naked Ms. Americana sucking a huge cock, when a text message came in. Nancy found a spot to pull over and check the message. The number had been blocked and the message simply read "If you want to know more about the blue haired girl, come to #17a 544 Warehouse Road." Nancy looked at the message and thought that it screamed trap, but it was an opportunity she couldn't pass up to get more information. There was that age old paradox. Was it a trap if you knew it was a trap? The only person who seemed likely to have it in for her was Bridge and the detective felt she could handle a group of his thugs if she was careful. Using her night vision binoculars, Nancy scouted the area around the building and frowned. The building was just one in a long line of identical nondescript warehouses on the imagineatively named street. There were three people outside the front door,but they seemed odd. One of them barely showed up on her night vision display, but gave off little glints of light now and then when Nancy looked with naked eyes. It was like whoever it was wore a lot of flashy jewellry and who did that for an ambush? The second member of the trio showed up very well on infra-red. Too well. The person's hands in particular were red hot as if they were holding an open flame in their hands. The third also showed up well on IR, but this time it was the head that showed much hotter than normal. Still frowning, Nancy made her way around the building until she came to a open side dor. Ok, now you could spell this place out as TRAP and add a few exclamation points to the end. Ignoring the open door, Nancy moved around to the side of the building opposite to the unlocked door and found a window. Locked. Good. The detective took a glass cutter from her trench coat pocket and a small suction cup.. She attached the cup to hold the glass and keep it from falling in as she then cut a hole in the glass around the suction cup big enough for her to wiggle through after standing on a helpful trash can. The view from outside had shown her little as all Nancy could see were stacks of crates. Now inside, the detective cautiously peered around the crates into the center of the warehouse which was unoccupied. Ok, unoccupied by anything living. In the middle of a large open space was a huge king sized bed with black satin sheets. Around the bed were several video cameras and bright lights. TRAP squared thought Nancy though she still couldn't detect any signs of life in the warehouse. It was clearly time to get the hell out of Dodge before the trap could be sprung. As good as the blonde's hearing was, however, it couldn't hear the green mist that rose up behind her swirling over the crates and moving very purposefully in her direction. The mist suddenly descended on Nancy and the detective gave a choking cry as if blasted by tear gas. Eyes streaming tears, Nancy stumbled forward and suddenly a woman with white hair appeared in front of her. The woman didn't appear to have anything in her hands, but she slammed something unseen into Nancy's face that felt like she had run full speed into a brick wall. The private eye careened off from that blow as a bright sparkling shape now was there in front of her and what felt like the hardest fist in the world slammed into her temple. The blow spun Nancy around and there was another woman there, glowing red and a light flashed from her upraised pointing hand that slammed into Nancy and she fell face down onto the hard concrete floor unconscious. Four lithe female figures stood looking down at the unconscious detective. "Well that was pretty pathetic," said a green haired woman who had seemed to form out of the green mist. The red haired woman nodded and looked at the one with the white hair. "Are you sure about her Pearl? Any one of us could have taken out this bimbo without working up a sweat, let alone the four of us together. It was like swatting a fly with a nuclear bomb." "We could probably take out the fucking Avengers or the fucking Fantastic Four," agreed the third woman, whose body glittered and sparkled even in the dim warehouse light. The white haird woman who had been addressed as Pearl shrugged. "You know how my enhanced cognitive powers work Ruby. It is like an AI neural net. I take in input from television, radio, newspapers, social media, security camras and whatever and it gets processed and spits out conclusions with a probability. In this case, the conclusion was that for some reason, this bimbo is an important player in Delta City and just what we needed." Ruby still looked doubtful. Pearl shrugged again. "We know she was involved in stopping that terrorist from blowing up the city without having to rely on my AI net and blackbox conclusions." "Yeah, the whole city saw the slut get fucked on TV. What does that prove?" objected Ruby. "We don't know exactly what happened and what role she played," pointed out Pearl. "Do you really think that idiot Borden and his pet moron Hawk were the ones who stopped the terrorist?" "No," agreed the green haired woman, cutting in. "I still don't see how this bitch is at all important." Pearl sighed in exasperation. "We have been through this a dozen times. My neural net also gave high probabilities to her being the one who broke up those cultists, catching Wiggins' killer, trashing the Flaming Skulls and stopping a robbery at the museum." Ruby snickered as she looked down at the sprawled woman. "Well she has nice big soft tits anyway. Did you see how she bounced when she fell on them?" The glittery woman gave a predatory smile. "Well even if Pearl is somehow wrong about the slut, she has a nice body. Let's get her stripped and on the bed. We can at least get that much use out of her." The white haired woman gave a lascivious smile of agreement. "Diamond is right about that. I got her legs, you take her arms Emerald." The green haired Emerald nodded and the two of them carried Nancy over to the bed and dropped her on it. Ruby undid the trenchcoat and took it off. "Fuck, this thing is heavy," she said and began to go through the pockets. "Fuck, she has got more stuff stashed in these pockets than three Batmen in their utility belts. I think she has everything but a rocket propelled grenade launcher in here." "Maybe she keeps that in the trunk of her car?" sneered Diamond and they all laughed. * * * When Nancy woke up, she found herself naked and chained in a spread eagled position on the huge bed. Oh, I am so shocked, she thought sourly and looked around at the cameras and lights. I somehow doubt this is going to be for a segment of 60 Minutes. As the detective continued to look around, four women with different coloured hair stepped out of the area behind the bright lights and stood looking down at her from the edge of the bed. "So, anyone of you want to tell me what this is all about and who you are before the fun begins?" Nancy asked brightly as her head cleared. Gotta love that healing factor. The four women wore identical tight fitting one piece suits that differed only in their colour which matched their hair: white, red, green n a sparkling glittery diamond colour. They also had matching boots and masks. The white haired woman whom Nancy remembered hitting her with something hard and invisible seemed to be the spokeswoman. "Weare the Sorority, and you might consider this to be a test or an audition." "Sorry, I was never much of a joiner," replied Nancy rattling the chains on her ankles and wrists. "How about if I just buy some of your chocolate bars and we can all go home and call it a day?" The white haired woman gave a thin smile. Not until we have had that fun you mentioned. Let me introduce ourselves. I am Pearl and these are Ruby, Emerald and Diamond. I figure even a big titted slut like you can figure out which is which" "Yep, I reckon I can do that much," agreed Nancy. As Nancy looked at them Diamon's form shimmered briefly and instead of what appeared to be a girl made from living diamond, there was a flesh and blood girl standing there, though her hair was still rather a glittery thing with coloured red and blue highlights as she moved and the light caught it. "Let's fuck the bitch," said Diamond eagerly and Pearl gave another of those thin lipped smiles and nodded at Ruby who went and turned on all the cameras. "All set," said Ruby. "If nothing else, we get a nice home movie to keep us warm on cold nights." "Let me warm her up first," said Emerald in a throaty whisper and as Nancy watched, the green haired woman began to transform into a green mist again. A disembodied voice came from the swirling green fog as it moved towards the bed. "Don't worry whore, it is not tear gas this time. I can make my vapour into pretty much anything I want from plain fog, to tear gas, to knockout gas, to poisen gas. But this time it is one hundred percent aphrodisiac." Before Nancy couldreply,the gas settled over her and actually seemed to crawl and slither inside every opening of her body in a sensual explosion. The detective was still recovering from the drugs Pervo had shot into her and even if she hadn't been, such a concentrated dose of aphrodisiac would likely have still overpowered even her stronger than normal defences. To Nancy itfelt like a million hands played and danced ovver every inch of her naked skin, stroking and teasing it. Her already hard nipples seemed to get even harder, pointing up twoards the ceiling and the blonde heard herself moaning and whimpering as she writhed on the bed. It took Nancy only thirty seconds to have her first orgasm. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeee," moaned the blonde as her juices gushed out over her thighs and the black satin sheets. Slowly the gas reformed into the green haired woman, now naked and laying fully on top of the blonde detective. "Oh baby, I think you set a record for the fastest orgasm ever," laughed Emerald and kissed Nancy on the lips, forcing her tongue into the private eye's mouth. "I told you she was a fucking slut," sneered Diamond as she stroked Nancy's hair. "We all saw her on television sucking that cock like a pro and taking every inch of it up her cunt and ass." Diamond stripped off her one piece suit, cupping her DD breasts as she moved to position herself over Nancy's face. "Move your mouth Emerald, I want to see how good the whore is with her mouth." Emerald broke her kiss and pulled her head up so the glittery haird woman could shove her already wet pussy down onto nancys mouth and then a green tinged tongue flicked out to lick at Nancy's lips and Diamond's nether lips. Nancy couldn't have refused anything at this point and her tongue also flicked out to run over the labia of the woman sitting on her face and to brush over Emerald's in an erotic dance. Emerald continued to grind her boobs and pussy into Nancy as the private eye began to eat out Diamond's twat with enthusiasm until her face glistened with cunt juices. Ruby and Pearl removed their costumes and crawled onto the bed on either side of Nancy and began to rub and caress her body, paying special attention to the blonde's 38F boobs. It took only another minute of the erotic friction from Emerald's grinding body to wring a second orgasm from the blonde. "Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeee," screamed Nancy into Diamond's dripping pussy as she probed and licked it with her tongue. "Fuck," gasped Diamond as she cupped and played with her own large tits, tweaking her nipples. "The whore licks pussy so fucking good. Oh fuck, she is licking my g spot. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I am going to cum right fucking now!" Diamond arched her back and a veritable gusher of her juices flooded Nancy's face and poured into her mouth, forcing Nancy to swallow much of it. Emerald lapped at some of the flowing juices of her fellow villain and then moved up to stand over Nancy as Diamon fell back off her face and she began to also squirt over the detective's already drenched face. Warm liquid pattered down on Nancy and she opened her mouth wide to accept the offering. "All female bukkake," giggled Ruby who had been playing with herself as she watched Diamond and Emerald cum on Nancy's face. Pearl grinned in agreement and the red and white haired women moved to position their pussies over Nancy's face and frantically rubbed their clits until two more screams escaped their throats and two more lengthy squirts of girl cum rained down on Nancy's blonde hair and face. "She looks like a fucking drowned rat," laughed Pearl as her juices finally stopped flowing and she lay back on the bed catching her breath. "Toy time," snickered Ruby as she rolled Nancy onto her side to give her access to her ass. The red haired woman produced a large jar of lube and began to use herfingers to push the slick liquid into Nancy's ass and loosen her up. Nancy was dimly grateful for this through her fog shrouded mind, but she quickly realized Ruby wasn't doing it to be nice. Ruby held up a large metallic looking dildo in front of Nancy's face and her hands began to glow red. "They call me Ruby because of my hair and my laser power bitch. I am going to heat this thing up and then shove it up your ass. If you begme nice, I won't make it red hot, just nice and pleasantly warm. What do you say?" Nancy looked dully at the glowing hands and decided there wasn't much to decide. She could either get her insides burned out or abandon her dignity and beg. With any luck, she might get some payback at some future date, but for now, "Please don't do that," she lowered her eyes and made her voice tremble. "Please I couldn't take it...I promise to be a good little bitch for you, just dont hurt me please." Ruby snickered again and stopped heating the metal dildo. "There, that wasn't so hard," she said patting the blonde on the head and dipping the dildo in the jar of lube and moved behind the blonde. With a single savage shove, Ruby rammed the nine inches of merely hot metal up Nancys ass. The lube helped to protect her insides, but the thing was still damned hot and Nancy had to bite back a scream. :Ooo, I loved the look on her face when she felt that go into her," laughed Pearl and then she bent down to look Nancy in the eyes as Ruby fucked her ass with the hot metal dildo. "My name is Pearl. I can make shields and things of invisible force. and I just had a brilliant idea I can't wait to try." The white haired woman laid down facing Nancy so their lips and breaststs touched and suddenly Nancy felt something poking at her pussy lips. "Invisible force dildo, what do you think?" asked Pearl and then grabbed the blonde's hips and thrust the unseen dildo into her slit. Emerald moved to get closer to Nancy's brests and cupped them with her hands. The green haired woman turned her hands into a semi liquid state and they spread out to coat the detective's 38F boobs and pulse and squeeze them while Nancy's hard nipples continued to rub against Pearls. Nancy felt herself climax over and over again under this triple assault until even the hot metal dildo in her ass began to feel good, really good. Once more Diamon moved her pussy next to Nancy's face and the blonde began automatically to lap at it until the glittery haired girl began to squirt another load over her panting, sweating face and then Pearl's lips closed on Nancy's and kissed her long and hard. Nancy lost track of how many orgasms she had, but finally she lay back on the sweat and cum coated sheets as the four women got dressed in their skimpy costumes. Diamond transformed herself back into her glittering form, looking down at the private eye. "Too bad, I couldn't do you in this form," she said wistfully, "but my diamond fingers and skin would have cut you into bloody ribbons. Not that it would have mattered much I suppose." Nancy looked past Diamond to where Pearl was approaching with an all too obvious bomb in her hands which she slid under the bed after activating the timer "15 minutes to live whore, if you are curious," said Pearl and then picked up two other objects. "These are my friends Frick and Frack and they will give you something to take your mind off the bomb," and Nancy saw they were a pair of large vibrators. The white haired woman turned them on maximum and inserted one into Nancy's pussy and the other in her ass forcing another orgasm from the detective. The four women started towards the main warehouse door having stopped only long enough to retrieve the SD cards from the cameras. "Why?" managed Nancy at last. "You said this was some kind of test, an audition. I don't get it. Did Bridge put you up to this?" Pearl wrinkled her nose. "Bridge?" she asked. "Skyler Bridge," gasped Nancy. Pearl shook her head. "That rich sanctamonius religious windbag? What's he got to do with it? I met him once at one of my mom's stupid parties and thought he was a creep." Nancy shook her head, finding it hard to concentrate. "Then who, why...what test, what audition?" Pearl laughed. "Oh, not your audition. Who would want a stupid fucking useless piece of shit bimbo like you? My calculations show me that raping and offing you will get the Sorority a place in the criminal organization that runs this town." "What, what organization?" stammered Nancy, but Pearl and the other Sorority members were gone and the bomb ticked under the bed while the vibrators buzzed and stroked her towards another orgasm. The End?