Delta City PI #17 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. Delta City, Pirate King / Ghost Pirate and the heroines like Ms. Americana are the creation of Mr. X. Witchfire /Krystal, Master Pimp and Lt. Falcon are the creation of Silkcords. 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 Pearl sauntered across the parking garage, texting as she thought about how good the day had been. They had had so much fun with that stupid blonde bimbo of a private eye. The other villains had laughed at her and the Sorority, told them they were too young, too inexperienced to join them. According to Pearl's calculations, there was a 96% chance that offing the bitch would change that. It was still a mystery to Pearl as to why that should be. The private detective was a nothing. Any one of the Sorority could have taken her down with ease, let alone the four of them together. How long had the fight lasted? Pearl snickered, maybe five seconds if you counted the time for the blonde to fall to the ground tits first. Well, she had been good for something though. Those boobs and that pussy had been oh so much fucking fun to play with. Too bad they had to kill her, but that was the whole point wasn't it? Her AI neural net predicted that offing the woman would give the Sorority what they wanted, a place in the villain hierarchy of Delta City. Eventually that place would be at the top of course, but they would be patient for now. And after killing the slut, they had a great time clubbing, so it was nearly three in the morning as Pearl reached for the elevator button and pressed it. Pearl was still thinking about how much fun she had had that day when she felt two pinpricks on the back of her neck and she slumped to the concrete floorunconscious. When Pearl opened her eyes, she still couldn't see anything and she began to panic. She also found she couldn't move either. It wasn't because she was tied up, though her hands and legs were cuffed together. No, she could not move a single muscle in her body except her eyelids, or at least she thought she had opened her eyes, but everything was so black she was no longer sure about that. "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhh" was the best she could manage for sound when she tried to talk. No gag, it just felt like her lips and tongue were frozen. "Ah, you are awake," said a female voice. The voice sounded familiar, but Pearl couldn't place it. "I am sure you are wondering," continued the voice pleasantly, 'why you can't move. The two darts I hit you with by the elevator were simple tranquilizer darts. Nothing fatal, nothing serious. Before you awoke, however, I shot you with a paralysis dart which pretty much shuts down your sympathetic nervous system. Now, I am not sure that you paid attention in biology, but that is the part of your nervous system that looks after voluntary actions and so it doesn't shut down your autonomic nervous system which keeps you breathing and yur heart pumping." Pearl gave a sigh of relief. "At least that's what I hope I shot you with," said the voice. "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh?" said Pearl. "Well yes, you see the lighting was a bit poor down there in the parking garage. The clips for my gun are all color coded you see. Black is normal ammunition, green is the tranquilizers, red are explosive etc. The problem is there are only so many colors and it is easy to mix them up in poor light." "Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh?" "Precisely," continued the voice as if it understood the muffled question. "The paralyzer darts are purple, but the snake venom darts are violet. You see the problem?" "Mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh." "Ah yes, I see you grasp the importance of the issue. The paralyzer darts and the snake venom darts will both cause a temporary paralysis. The paralysis darts wear off in about twelve hours, while I am afraid to say, the snake venom darts are quite fatal." "Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" "I know what you mean. It is very careless of the manufacturer to have done that, but these things happen. If I got the wrong darts, you can rest assured that I will file a complaint with the company." "Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" "Well you are right again. The good guys like the super heroines in the She Legion don't kill, so I shouldn't hve taken the risk. The thing is, I always kind of viewed that 'no kill' rule as more of a guideline. I should also hasten to point out that I am not a super heroine. I am, what was that quaint phrase you used? Oh yes, I think it was 'stupid dumb fucking piece of shit bimbo private eye'. I am not sure a private eye is bound by the rules or guidelines or whatever that govern super heroines." "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh." "I should also point out, that I have only been a private eye for about a year. Before that, I dealt with dictators, serial killers terrorists, assassins and other folk like that. Frankly, they make you and your three friends look like exactly what you are, a group of snotty school girls who don't think rules and the law apply to you." "Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh!" "Now a couple of things before I put you back to sleep," said Nancy. "Mmmmmmmhhhhhhhh?" "First, the blindfold. I think it helps to keep yu from using your shield powers am I right? Hard to attack what you can't see I think. I suppose there is that old chesnut about the other senses getting sharper to compensate, but that is just an old wife's tale I am afraid. Of course I should point out in the interests of full disclosure that one of the first signs of snake venom is blindness." "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" "Oh don't worry, the blindness won't last long. No more than a few hours at most, at which time the venom will stop your heart and well blindness won't really be an issue will it?" "Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" "Now where was I?" said Nancy thoughtfully. "Oh yes. When you left me chained up with that bomb ticking, you were so very thoughtful when you jammed those vibrators on maximum in my cunt and ass. I think you said something about giving me something else to think about besides the bomb. I believe you even named them. What did you call them again. Ah yes, Frik and Frack." "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh." "I felt I should be a good friend and return your toys to you. Well Frick anyway, I need Frack for someone else. I don't want you to worry about disease or anything. I made sure to clean Frick off and I even coated it with a nice smelling oil. I think they call it Nirvana Oil?" "Mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" "Yes I remember you are an an Aphrodite, which frankly is the point. With this shoved in your pussy, on full speed, and coated with an aphrodisiac I expect that is going to decideedly reduce your cognitive and other abilities." "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" "My such language," admonished Nancy and Pearl felt hands lift her skirt and pull her panties aside and then she felt the massive Frick being shoved into her pussy. Then the thing started to buzz and vibrate and her mind began to overload. "Oh dear, I suppose that was technically a sexual assault," said Nancy. "I will be sure to turn myself in someday. You know, like the day hell freezes over?" The detective then fit some full strength tranqulizer darts into her gun instead of the half strength ones she had used at the elevator and shot Pearl twice. Nancy sat back on the couch and waited. Of course the snake venom thing was all a lie, but Pearl for all her power was young and inexperienced. The talk would rattle her and make it nearly impossible for her to concentrate. Likewise the blindfold would disoriente her. Nancy figured there was a small chance that the paralysis drugs and the tranquilizers and sheer fright might kill the girl, but the risk was small and Nancy was ok with that. She could just as easily have used normal ammo at the elevator and taken care of the problem permanently. she had even been a bit tempted to do so. Good guys weren't supposed to kil was the stupid comic book code. But the same code said the villains didn't rape the heroines either. And like she had told Pearl, those were really more guidelines than rules. It had been a near thing with the bomb. With Frick and Frack buzzing away inside her pussy and ass, Nancy had not been able to concentrate on the shackles chaining her to the bed. Nancy's training, however, had included extensive training in every martial arts her employers knew about. Nancy didn't have a single black belt and she could care less about such things. In her opinion, they were for the tourists and easily impressed who thought fighting took place in a ring or on a nice clean mat. In reality, fighting took place in dirty alleys, caves, and other nasty places. You fought with whatever you knew whether it was a karate chop, a good old fashioned haymaker to the jaw or thumbs in the eyes. You fought to win and to survive. Nancy's employers made sure she had as much control over every muscle in her body as humanly possible. It had taken the blonde detective five minutes to use her ass muscles to push the vibrator out her anus. It had been a lot of somewhat embarrassing straining as if she had been going to the bathroom, but embarrassing was way better than dead. The vibrator in her pussy had taken another five minutes. That hadn't left her much time for disarming the bomb, so Nancy had just gotten out of the chains, grabbed her trenchcoat and made a run for it. She had just cleared the warehouse when the bomb went off. Well that was probably for the best as news of the explosion probably made the Sorority over confident that they had killed her. It would take days for the authorities to comb through the wreckage and confirm whether anyone had been killed by the explosion, so Nancy figured it had been best to strike back as quickly as possible. It had not taken much on her part to identify her attackers. Starting with the choice of their team name of 'The Sorority' Nancy had searched past news for sorority related events. About six months ago, there had been an explosion in a downtown jewellry store. The authorities had said it was likely some subteranian lab of Dragon Queen's that had been located under the jewellry store. The store owner had been killed in the blast, but maraculously, four young college students had survived with only minor cuts. The newspaper article had helpfully provided photos of the four girls, all daughters of prominent Delta City society. Add a mask to those vapid faces and you had Pearl, Ruby, Diamond and Emerald. The explosion and whatever weird shit Dragon Queen had been using had activated their Aphrodite genes, somehow and apparently the girls had adopted the names of the jewels they had been examining when the explosion occurred. Since then there had been a string of small crimes and assaults that had gone unexplained. Some of them Nancy remembered reading about such as the leader of one college sorority who had the word "whore" burned into herforehead as if by a laser. The victim had been from the same sorority which had actually evicted four girls a few months earlier for being too mean. The same four girls who had survived the jewellry store explosion. It took a lot for a typical Delta City sorority to consider someone to be too mean. It was almost like the mafia expelling someone for being too violent. So in the end, it had not been that hard to identify Paula (Pearl) Peterson, Wendy (Diamond) Darlington, Veronica (Emerald) Edgewater and Hallie (Ruby) Roosevelt. Nancy figured the string of small crimes had been the girls learning to use their new found powers and getting some revenge. Nancyheard the elevator, and glanced over at the apartment door. A few seconds later, a green mist began to seep under the door and fill the apartment. Nancy slumped back on the couch, head lolling. "Stupid bitch," snarled a voice from the green mist. "I don't know how you escaped the trap, but you have to be the dumbest fucking cunt in the world to try coming back at us. Did you think we were that stupid? When you texted me pretending to be Pearl, you never gave the secret codeword. I knew it was some kind of stupid trap." "Well, if I am supposed to be out cold, why are you talking to me then? Talk about stupid." asked Nancy as she pressed a button on the device beside her on the couch. Disembodied mist doesn't have eyes to go wide with surprise, but the mist did its best. Nancy pointed a tube at the mist and it quickly began sucking the mist into the device until soon Nancy was left alone on the couch beside the sleeping Pearl. Nancy removed the transparent gas mask from her face and turned off the device. Under her trenchcoat, she had taken the precaution of wearing her body suit which was impervious to hostile gases. Nancy didn't think Emerald did skin contact gases, but she hadn't taken any chances. Nancy looked down at the device. "I think you can still hear me Emerald, so I should tell you this is a special device used by Hazmat crews to deal with poisen gas. That is a titanium steel alloy tank you are in. I wouldn't try turning back into your human form or well, the pieces we find of you will probably be pretty small. I don't know how long you can keep in that form, but lets just hope its long enough shall we?" Nancy stood up, put Pearl over one shoulder and picked up the vacuum device with the other hand. "Allright ladies, we are going to a hockey game." * * * Hockey was not a popular sport in Delta City. The small rink was closed at the moment due to an ammonia leak in the cooling plant and lack of interest by the city in repairing it quickly. That meant instead of a sheet of ice, there was just a pad of cement between the boards of the rink. Nancy had texted Ruby using Pearl's phone and without the codeword, the red head came in loaded for bear expecting a trap. Pearl was propped up in the penalty box and Ruby strode across the cement, hands glowing red as she looked around for an attack. She was pissed off at being woken up so soon after getting to bed and she wasn't going to fool around with pissy stun bolts. The arena lights went out, leaving Ruby in pitch blckness. Not even the emergency exit lights glowed. "Am I supposed to be scared of the dark?" snarled Ruby as she stopped dead, pretty much where center ice would have been had there been ice. "You tell me," said a female voice and Ruby turned and fired a killing blast at where it hadcome from. The blast blew one of the nets and a chunk of the end boards into rubble. "Sorry, that is two minutes for roughing," said the unseen voice. This time Ruby took out the other net and more of the boards. "Ooo, ad two minutes for unsportwomanlike conduct," said the voice from a seat in the stands. Ruby's blast took out several rows of seats, turning them into melted plastic slag. "Sigh no Lady Byng trophy for you," mocked the voice. A blast took out a few more seats near the home team bench. Ruby's hands had faded from a bright red glow down to faint pink and the girl stood there panting. "You see, the way I figure it Ruby, you absorb light and store it to power your lasers. You have been out partying after dark and haven't had time to fully recharge after your fun yesterday. No light in here and I think your charge is about used up. What do you think?" "Fuck you," gasped Ruby. "Oh yes, you did that alright," agreed the voice. Ruby's eyes went wide. "The stupid fucking private eye. How did you get out of that trap?" "Now that would be telling," said Nancy. Enraged, Ruby fired one more blast which reduced the visiting team bench to rubble. As the laser lady stood there glaring around, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around quickly and was just in time to take a punch to her face which sent her sprawling unconscious. Nancy detached herself from the wire that dangled down from the rafters. She was quite glad she had gone to a hockey game one night and saw the mascot being lowered down on it to entertain the crowd. It was also amazing what you could do with some burner phones Who needed to be a ventriloquist? Nancy gathered up Ruby and carried her over to the penalty box and wrapped her up in some blankets aftercuffing her wrists and legs. She supposed she shouldn't let the girl suffocate, so Nancy put a small hole through the blankets and inserted a straw into Ruby's mouth. That should give her enough air to live. Maybe. Nancy turned the arena lights back on with her remote and heard Ruby stirring awake. The detective bent down to the mummy like wrapped girl. "I don't think you have much power left and these blankets should keep you from recharging. Just in case I am wrong and they dont, let me point out these are those special metallic blankets they use in space. They conduct heat real well. I think if you try burning through them, you will probably bake yourself like a potato in the oven. Feel free to try though and let me know how it goes." "Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Nancy sighed. Sorry, heard all those threats before. Now I am going to shoot you full of tranquilizer darts and some nifty paralysis darts to make sure you are nice and comfortable. I also saved your old friend Frack to keep you company." "Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Nancy turned Frack on high and carefully reached into the blankets to insert Frack into Ruby's pussy and turned it on high. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Nancy sighed and put several darts into Ruby and herprotests dropped to silence. * * * Having staggered her texts to the Sorority sisters, Nancy had just nicely finished with Ruby when Diamond charged into the arena and headed straight for Nancy in the penalty box. "You fucking bitch," screamed Diamond seeing Nancy andPearl and the wrapped up form of Ruby. "I am going to cut you up into little bloody ribbons and hang them on my Christmas tree. Nancy looked at Diamond calmly and held up a hand. "I don't suppose you know what the coefficient of sliding friction is for diamond on slippery cement is do you?" Diamon paused her advance in confusion. "What the fuck are you talkingabout bitch?" Nancy sighed as Diamond started to move forward though now a bit more cautiously. Then the detective reached down below the level of the boards and pulled up a large bucket of motor oil and poured it over onto the concrete where it quickly spread out and pooled around Diamon. who laughed. "You have to be fucking kidding me. I am Diamond, the hardest substance in the world and you pour oil at me? Ooo, I am so afraid. What are you going to do now? Set it on fire? Stupid bitch, heat won't bother me a bit and in a few seconds you are literally going to be hamburger." Diamond took another step and fell flat on her ass. Nancy poured another bucket of motor oil on the concrete as Diamond tried to stand up and promptly fell flat on her face. Well, ok, her tits hit theground first thought Nancy, but then her face bounced a few times. Of course it didn't hurt her, but it was kind of funny to watch. Nancy poured another bucket of motor oil. She knew the city was going to be really pissed about cleaning this up., but they weren't using the place anyway. In a series of starts and falls, Diamond slowly made her way towards Nancy and the penalty box, cursing all the time and explaining in great detail what she was going to do to Nancy's human flesh with her diamond sharp hands when she caught her. Diamon took another fall on her ass as she neared the penalty box. Nancy peered down at her. "Another thing about diamonds is that they can be cracked by a jeweller with a tap of a hammer if he hits it in just the right place. Now I kind of noticed you are all bright and shiny ecept for that one little black spot just above your right tit. No wait, that is your left tit, my right. Makes me wonder what happens if I give that spot a tap with a little bitty hammer." Nancy reached down and pulled up a sledgehammer and saw Diamond's eyes suddenly go wide with shock and fear. "Now just stay still and this won't hurt me a bit," smiled Nancy and swung the hammer. * * * Diamond only broke into about a dozen pieces. Still alive it seemed from the amount of cursing comingfrom the head section. "You know, I wasn't sure you were going to be able to survive that," said Nancy as she gathered up the pieces and began puttingthem into a stack of metal boxes. It wil be interesting to see if you can put yourself back together before you run out of energy and turn back into flesh and blood. That might be a bit messy if you can't. Oh well, I guess Diamonds aren't really my best friend," she finished following an especially vile curse as she sealed the box with Diamond's head. Somewhat regretfully, the blonde punched a small air hole in the box. * * * Nancy walked outside to see the sun coming up. She dialed Lt. Falcon's 24/7 response line and suggested to the man who answered that they should send a team to the hockey rink and check the penalty box ASAP. Nancy disconnected and got into her Honda and headed for home. She imagined Falcon might be a bit pissed to find out the vacuum, blankets and even the motor oil had come from one of his own depots. She hadn't had time to ask nicely to borrow them. The detective remembered Krystal saying Falcn was a straight shooter, but Nancy was waiting to see more proof before trusting any cops in Delta City. She had left Falcon some detailed notes on the Sorority and the video of their attack on her. It should be enough to get search warrents for the apartments of the four girls. Besides the video, Pearl had kept numerous items and trophies from her crimes that Nancy had found while waiting for Emerald. If he was as competent as Krystal thought, he should be able to sort things out and find some way to hold the Sorority. Now, she really really needed some sleep as she had a rehearsal to go through with Sahara that afternoon. * * * The one good thing about her run in with the Sorority, thought Nancy as she parked in the lot next to the Pussycat Club early in the afternoon was that the combination of intensive sex and adrenaline had seemingly helped purge the last effects of the drugs from her system. Peeking under her trenchcoat, her nipples were finally not painfully hard. She would have to remember to send the Sorority a thank you note. "Hello ma'am," said Jerome as he caught up to her walking across the parking lot, keeping his hands very much to himself "Hello Jerome," replied Nancy with a grin. "I saw you holding hands with Maria after the funeral, does that mean you don't want another blowjob from me?" It was harder to see a blush with Jerome's dark skin colour, but he still managed it. "No, I mean yes ma'am," he mumbled. Nancy reached out and swatted the bouncer on the ass. "Then drop the ma'am and call me Nancy and we can start being friends. Maria is a nice girl and I am sure you will do right by her." Jerome flashed the detective a grin. "I will, I promise ma, er Nancy." Once inside the club, Nancy set to work with Sahara to rehearse their act which was set for the day after next. The black stripper had Frank construct her an actual set for the act, nothing terribly elaborate, but it was well done. She had also created a musical track that was extremely well put together to choreograph their moves. It was a simple "plot" that involved Sahara playing a sexy cat burglar who is "caught" by the busty private eye. It was no sillier than the plot of many musicals that Nancy had seen with the only real difference being the two women ended up taking all their clothes off and making out with each other. "This is really well put together," Nancy said to Sahara as they took a short break from twirling on the poles to catch their breaths. Sahara laughed. "I always loved to dance when I was a kid. Drove my parents nuts. I thought I was going to be a ballet dancer, but there wasn't much chance of that for a black kid growing up in Sugartown. Stripping isn't ballet by a longshot, but I still get to dance, at least for now. Damned if I know what I will do when I get too old and this business isn't kind to aging dancers, but I still have some years left to worry about that." Nancy looked over at Sahara, seeing her in a new light. When she had first come into the PUssycat Club a year ago, all she had seen were strippers and whores, not people who might have had dreams at one time and maybe still did. "You know, I am not sure I can pull off some of these moves," admitted Nancy as they prepared to run through the routine again. "Honey, you are a natural," replied Sahara as she ran a hand over Nancy's ass. "I don't mean that in a mean, nasty way either. You might not have had dance training, but you move so smooth like you can control every muscle in your body. I don't know if I was ever good enough to have made it as a main stream dancer, but I know you could have if you weren't in the mayhem and madness scene you are in." After the rehearsal was done, Nancy had a copy of the music track so she could practice on her own when she had time. Oddly enough, she found she was almost looking forward to going on stage again after her talk and rehearsal with Sahara. On the way out, she popped into Cyril's office and was relieved to see no sign of the deadly cribbage board. The detective had downloaded a crib game for her laptop, but it kept beating her handily and it probably wasn't as good as Cyril. She wasn't ready to challenge him to a rematch just yet. Nancy filled in Cyril about what Candy Floss had learned at Erotica Video. "Thinking about what Leona Brown told me and what I learned at Erotica Video, I am starting to think someone might be targetting the PUssycat for a take over," concluded Nancy. "To be honest, I don't see how you have managed to stay independant from the gangs for this long." Cyril had looked more and more gloomy as Nancy talked and at the end, he flashed her a wan smile. "Smoke and mirrors babe, smoke and mirrors. You know there are maybe half a dozen main gangs who run all the rackets from prostitution to drugs to protection and everything inbetween. At the top of each of them are people like King Pimp and Master Pimp, though the latter got a big bite taken out of him in more ways than one I hear which couldn't happen to a nastier dude. Well it seems that all of them think I am somehow related to one of the others, so they kind of left me alone not wanting to start a turf war." [Shameless plug: A bit of a callback, but you can see what happened to Master Pimp in Witchfire #3 by Silkcords.] "And who exactly are you related to?" asked Nancy. "None of them," said Cyril with a wide grin. "As long as they all think I am related to one of the big players though, they leave me alone. Damned if I know how those rumours got started you know?" "I bet," grinned Nancy then sobered. "Well you had better be extra smart and careful, because I think someone has you in their sights. I just don't know exactly who or why." Cyril nodded somberly and Nancy left him contemplating that bit of bad news and headed for her car. * * * Pirate King looked around the gloomy, evil smelling wharfside dive bar and hid a grimace of disgust. He took a sip of his rum and had to hide another grimace. It was apparently an unbreakable tradition that pirates drank rum, but Pirate King thought the stuff tasted like horse piss though maybe it was just what this particular bar served to its victims. As Pirate King waited for his contact to show up, he found himself reviewing the events of the past few months for what seemed like the millionth time. It had all started with that stupid fucking parrot which had turned out to be not a parrot at all, but some evil spirit who called itself Ghost Pirate. The thing had taken over his body and taken him off to a life of adventure and piracy. After the She Legion kicked its immaterial ass, he had found himself back at his job as a Wade-Mart greeter with only vague memories of what had happened to him. But the memories had haunted him and a life of adventure and a big boobed girlfriend had been a whole lot more appealing than getting his shins rapped by the canes of old ladies and being spit up on by wailing babies. So, he had quit his greeter job and tracked down the pirate crew and convinced them he was Ghost Pirate again and relaunched his pirate career. Only it hadn't gone well. He had no magical powers, so the ship couldn't fly. The first time they had tried to attack one of those big cruise ships to loot it, the cruise ship captain had just aimed his massive vessel at the wooden pirate ship and they had barely been able to dodge and escape with their lives. The second time, the cruise ship had simply steamed past them at a speed the pirates couldn't come close to matching. They had finally been able to capture a few fishing boats. The problem was that fisherman didn't carry much in the way of money. In fact, almost none. What they carried if he was lucky was fish. Pirate King and his crew lived on fish three meals a day. Baked fish, boild fish, salted fish, fish strips, fish stew, fish salad....Pirate King was sick of fish. Now Lola, his supposed big breasted girl friend, either had a headache or was washing her hair every night. Pirate King had seen her looking at Sampson, the huge black crewman and wondered just how far along that relationship had progressed. The crew was ready to mutiny and another Friday night sing along wasn't likely to prevent it. That brought Pirate King back to his current situation. He had sold his most prized possession, his near mint copy of Giant Sized X-Men #1 ... the one which had introduced the cool new X-Men like Wolverine, to finance this evenings purchase. If this didn't work, then he was probably back to the old ladies and the kids and the fucking blue vest again. As Pirate King finished his gloomy musings, an old sea dog with an eye patch, a hook anda peg leg slipped onto the seat opposite him, reached out his hook, snagged Pirate King's glass of rum and downed it in one swig. "Ah that be mighty fine horse piss," said the man and winked at Pirate King. Pirate King tried to look annoyed over the man drinking his rum, but his heart wasn't in it. He just leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper. "You got the item?" he asked. The seadog nodded. "You got the money?" Pirate King nodded and slid an envelope across the table and the other man pulled a medallion and a piece of paper out of a grubby pocket and slid them across to Pirate King at the same time. Pirate King glanced at the circular gold medallion on a chain and then stuffed it in his pocket while looking at the paper. "You sure this will work?" he asked nervously. "Course I am," said the one eyed, one handed, one legged man. "You find yourself a maiden, put that medallion around her neck and at the stroke of midnight you read that spell and cut her throat. Presto majesto, you got yourself a flying ship again with magical weapons that can take down any modern ship. I even put a helpful pronunciation guide in brackets for the tough words in the spell." Pirate King wasn't too thrilled with the throat cutting bit, but then he wasn't too thrilled with the old ladies and the kids and the damned parrot he had left back on the ship which didn't seem to do anything but crap on his shoulder. "Does the girl have to be a...." he faltered and blushed. "A virgin?" completed the other man. "NNot really matey, but the less mileage she has on her the more powerful the spell will be." Pirate King nodded and got up and left the man sitting at the table. The old seadog gave a wicked grin and took off the eye patch to reveal two perfectly fine eyes other than maybe the lack of a sould behind them. He then popped off the hook to reveal two perfectly good hands. Finally with abit of swearing, off came the peg leg to reveal two perfectly good legs. "Yep, the spell will work just fine matey," he said to himself. "Of course, I didn't mention the fact that when you speak that spell, you and all your crew would have your souls devoured by bodyless demons looking for a new home and Ghost Pirate will be back on his own ship again in your body." The man gave another mirthless chuckle, snapped his fingers and vanished. * * * Nancy parked by her office, but instead of going inside, she decided to walk to the bakery. The discount bin would have long ago been cleaned out, but she was hungry after her workout with Sahara. Who knew stripping took so much energy? She wanted to do more research on Bridge and she needed a doughnut to get her through to supper. Her luck seemed to be turning for the better as the detective scored the last chocolate dip doughnut ahead of a disapointed looking senior who had to settle for a jelly doughnut. Nancy briefly considered letting the senior have the chocolate dip, but there were just some sacrifices she was not prepared to make. Things were going fine until Nancy was waiting for the walk signal at a major intersection on the way back to her office. Suddenly, her trenchcoat unbelted itself and simply fell off to land at her feet. What thefuck? she muttered to herself and bent down to pick it up. That was when the top button on her blouse popped off and rolled away into the street. The detective could only stand there waiting for the light to change as her blouse buttons popped one at a time. Three were gone and the other pedestrians were gawking at the emerging cleavage when the light changed and Nancy started to dart acrosss. Button number four gave way halfway across the street and with still no bra on, her breasts popped out of the fluttering opening. Nancy heard the sound of a crash and looked to her left where an oncoming car had veered into a fire hydrant, luckily missing several pedestrians, but sending a geyser of water into the air. Nancy clutched the edges of her blouse together as buttons five and six blew off as she reached the far sidewalk. The blonde's skirt unbelted itself and Nancy made a one handed grab for it, not willing to drop her trenchcoat and doughnut bag in her other hand. Out popped her boobs again and that caused mass confusion among her fellow pedestrians. The blouse seemed to shred at the seams and fall off and when she grabbed at the shreds, she lost the skirt and was suddenly walking down the street in only her panties. The detective finally just gave up on dignity and walked down the street in her panties and boots. She was pretty sure which asshole was behind this and she ignored the gawkers until she got to the alley just before her office building where she caught sight of Danial lurking a few feet down it. The mostly naked detective sighed and walked into the alley. "I take it this means you want to talk to me?" Danial smirked and reached out to take a nipple in each hand and pinch them. "Of course, but you know the drill. Pleasure before business, so get on your knees whore. I want a titty fuck." Nancy sighed again and carefully put her trenchcoat on the ground with her precious doughnut. A dumpster partially blocked her from the street, but this was Delta City , so it was unlikely to shock anyone to see a busty blonde kneeling in an alley though generally that happened after dark. Nancy pulled out Danial's cock and slipped it into the valley between her boobs and wrapped them tightly about it. Squeezing her tits tightly around the shaft, Nancy began to slide her mounds up and down on the cock. Danial's large balls were slapping the underside of the blonde's jugs and Nancy opened her mouth to let the dribbling head slide into her mouth and over her tongue on the upstroke. Suddenly there was a noise from the mouth of the alley and both Nancy and Danial looked over to see Gabby Stearns staring at the blonde on her knees getting titty fucked. "Well, I shouldn't be surprised at anything you do anymore," sneered Gabby, "but this is pretty slutty even for you." Danial's eyes suddenly glowed red and he started to raise a hand from Nancy's blonde hair to probably turn the annoying building manager into ash, but Nancy caught his hand and pulled it back to her head. "She isn't any threat," hissed Nancy quickly and then turned to Gabby. "Hey Gabby, why don't you come get on your knees and join us? there is plenty of cock to go around and I think you would look so cute with cum all over that face. I promise to lick it all off." Gabby gave Nancy a horrified look and turned around to stomp off, obviously thinking the detective would actually do it. Danial laughed and rewarded Nancy by making his cock three inches longer so he could get more of it in her mouth. Nancy turned her attention back from the street to the suddenly larger cock and set to work trying to make Danial cum and get this part of their transaction over with as quickly as possible. Danial seemed to have other ideas, however, and it took the detective another ten minutes of intensive tit and mouth work before the demon finally blew his load into her mouth. Nancy got back to her feet, wiping dirt from her knees and cum from her lips as she pulled on her trenchcoat. "So, what else did you want besides a titty fuck?" she asked calmly as she belted her coat and picked up her doughnut bag. "There is a problem with another nexus point that we need you to investigate," said Danial as he slipped his cock back into his pants. "And it couldn't wait until I at least got to my office?" asked Nancy. "Probably, but it would not have been so much fun," snickered the demon. "Fine," snapped Nancy. "Tell me where this nexus is and I will go take a look at it in the morning. And no Tendril and Moonsilver this time." Danial shook his head. "It needs to be looked at today. It is failing fast and the feedback might damage other nexus points with disasterous consequences." "How disasterous? asked Nancy. "Hmm, I would say about a third of Delta City vapourized kind of disasterous," said Danial calmly as if discussing a promising stock tip and not the death of several hundred thousand people. "And you still took the time to let a load go in my mouth?" asked Nancy incredulously then held up her hand to stop whatever Danial was going to say next. "Never mind, just give me a map like last time and I will get on it." Danial took out his phone and a small pale yellow gem. After downloading the map to the detective's phone, he handed her the gem. "What is this for?" asked Nancy. "This nexus is not an object but a living creature. I have no idea what it looks like, but the gem will glow a bright yellow when you are within twenty feet of it." "And thenwhat?" asked Nancy. "Do I look like a fucking vet? What am I supposed to do, take a thorn out of it's paw?" Danial shrugged. "You are resourceful. I am sure you will think of something. If you don't, well there will be a lot less Delta City to worry about." With that, Danial sauntered out of the alley and left Nancy standing there. The detective briefly debated trying to contact the She Legion or Commissioner Borden. Even if they believed her and she had zero proof, the delay in trying to convince them might be fatal. There was no way to evacuate Delta City in time and they could very well end up evacuating it towards the explosion or whatever might happen. For that matter, the detective wasn't even sure how much of what Danial had told her was actually true, but she couldn't afford to just ignore it either. Fixing the nexus point in Valley Springs had been fairly simple, so maybe she would luck out again. One thing seemed certain, she didn't have time to go home and get clothes, so she was going to have to tackle the mission with trenchcoat, panties and boots and nothing else. In her car, Nancy studied the latest map from Danial. The nexus point or nexus creature or whatever was about a half hour drive from Delta City up the coast in Blackstone Bog. It was one of those areas that most people avoided, precisely because of reports over the years of weird and dangerous creatures roaming there. Oh goody, it was getting dark and she was going to wander around half naked with a bunch of monsters. How could this possibly go wrong? Nancy pulled onto the shore highway out of Delta City and remembering her doughnut reached into the paper bag and took it out while keeping her eyes faithfully on the road. She took a bite. She chewed a couple of times and then stopped. Nancy glanced down at the doughnut. Her chocolate dip doughnut now had a layer of white frosting over the chocolate. The bastard! While she had been busy putting her trenchcoat on, Danial had covered her lovely doughnut with his cum. Spit or swallow, thought Nancy. Well, it wasn't like she hadn't just swallowed a cup or two of his spunk was it. The detective chewed a few more times and swallowed. Well, a bit sweet and salty, but she could recall tasting worse, like that grilled rattlesnake. Well she was hungry and so trying not to think about it to much, Nancy finished the doughnut as she drove toward Blackstone Bog. A half hour later, Nancy stopped her Honda Civic and looked at Blackstone Bog. Where the hell is the bog, she wondered? There was a sizable grove of sickly looking trees stretching out for several miles and here and there a brackish looking puddle, but hardly a bog. Well it had been a very warm year with not much in the way of precipitation, so maybe Blackstone Bog was a victim of climate change. Take that all you climate change denyiers! The blonde private eye glanced at her phone map. Her target was maybe a mile away in the middle of the trees and moving in what seemed to be an aimless pattern. Nancy looked down at her boots and sighed. They were nice waterproof, calf high boots with low heels, good for running and very comfortablely broken in. This terrain was likely to make a mess of them and once more she doubted that the demons believed in things like expense accounts. With another sigh of resignation, the PI locked her car and with flashlight in hand set off in the growing dark under the trees. The detective hadn't gone more than a few yards into the trees before realizing she was not alone. Oh there was the buzz of insects and the odd bird cry, but this was beyond that. Something was definitely watching her and it didn't feel like the Blackstone Bog Chamber of Commerce welcoming committee either. There were loud rustling noises among the dark trees on all sides of her, but nothing appeared in herflashlight beam. Afew hundred yards into the trees, something sticky caught at her arm. Nancy managed to pull it free and peered at what had caught her with the flashlight. Fuck, it looked exactly like...but the thought was cut off as a large sticky glop of the same substance hit her squarely in the back and the detective was hauled ten feet in the air to dangle helplessly while more glops of substance secured her arms and legs in the traditional spread eagled formation. Looks just like a spiderweb, thought Nancy completing her interrupted thought. Nancy thrashed in her bonds and thought she felt them weaken slightly. Perhaps if she was given time, she could get out of this web before .... Nancy sighed. She seemed doomed to not being able to complete her thoughts. Or maybe just doomed period, she thought as she saw the second largest spider she had ever seen crawling up the web towards her. Looking down, the private eye decided there was good news and bad news. The good news was that it didn't look like she was going to be a spider bedtime snack. The bad news was the two foot long cock that dangled between the back legs of the thing heading her way meant that the thing was probably thinking more along the lines of her as a bed partner.. It probably wasn't fair to blame Dragon Queen for every mutated monstrosity in and around Delta City, but Nancy was willing to give good odds the insane bitch had been responsible for the spider. The PI tried pulling at her bonds again, but she calculated the spider would reach her before she could pull free. It did. Nancy felt the eight foot mandible to whatever you called the back of a spider start to crawl over her body and soon found herself staring into those whirling red multi-faceted eyes. What exactly did one say in this situation, wondered Nancy as she could feel the hard cock rubbing over her bare leg, already dribbling precum. Er, ok hello Mr. Spider," said Nancy staring into its eyes. "Not sure how smart Dragon Queen made you, but it might just be to the benefit of both of us if you just let me go and we go our separate ways. If I don't find the nexus point creature and help it, then this bog and you and I are probably going to get vaporized."" The spider didn't say anything. Not that Nancy had expected it to, and neither did it seem to understand or believe her words. What it did do was start to unbelt and unbutton her trenchcoat with its claws. "Oh come on," said Nancy indignantly. "I can believe Dragon Queen could make huge mutated spiders. I can even believe she gave them some perverted instinct to mate with human females. I just don't believe she taught them how to undress a woman instead of ripping her clothes to shreds." The spider paused as if actually considering her words. "On the other hand," said Nancy hastily. "I really like this trenchcoat, so go right ahead taking it off nicely." The spider seemed to nod its head and finished unbuttoning the coat and it flapped open to reveal her large round breasts and her pussy covered only by a pair of cheap white cotton panties. The spider seemed to be looking at the panties. "Hey don't look so disappointed. I didn't know you were planning to rape me tonight or I would have worn something sexier for you," Nancy told the creature. Nancy swore the thing nodded its head again and then it ripped the panties off with a tug of one claw. "Well now I am glad I didn't buy the expensive satin ones," drawled Nancy. Now the spider seemed to transfer its gaze to the bound blonde's bountiful boobs. "Yes, I know my nipples are hard again," said the detective glaring at the thing. "It is not a sign of sexual arousal on my part I can assure you. This time it is the cool night air." The spider seemed to consider this statement for a few seconds then shrugged. It moved a bit further up and positioned its cock so it rubbed over Nancy's pussy lips, partingthem slightly from the pressure it was exerting on them. Nancy sighed. "Well if you are waiting for an invitation then you might as well go ahead and do it. Just don't expect me to scream my lungs out and wail in horror while you do it. You aren't exactly my idea of Prince Charming, but you might not even be the ugliest thing that has ever fucked me." There seemed to be an indignant sound from the spider and then it slammed its cock home into the blonde detective as if to underline its objections to her comments. Nancy gave a loud moan as twelve inches of the spider cock slammed home into her pussy on the first stroke. "Ok, I lied," cried Nancy as the thing began to ruthelessly slam its member in and out of her cunt. "You are the ugliest son of a bitch that ever banged me. Are you happy now?" The spider didn't bother to acknowledge her comments and just seemed intent on cramming more and more of its arachnid dick into her pussy. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeee," screamed Nancy as an orgasm tore through her body. Maybe I havent totally recovered from those fuckingdrugs yet, thought the detective. I don't normally cum that quickly, but then again this is my first time being fucked by a giant spider. "Oh baby, ou are the best," said the Nancy to the Spider, but it didn't seem to know about sarcasm as it shoved its cock deeper into her until it pushed into her womb and began to pick up speed, slamming in and out of her with jackhammer speed. With her 38F boobs bouncingaround wildly as she dangled in the webbing, the blonde had her second orgasm. Suddenly Nancy felt something else trying to push into her pussy and glanced down between her tits to see some large lumps moving through the spider cock. "You have got to be kidding," gasped Nancy. "What kind of twisted mind creates an eightfoot giant spider, gives it a huge cock and also makes it an egg layer who wants to gestate its young in a human female? I suppose with Dragon Queen that question is merely rhetorical. "Um, Mr. Spider or Mrs. Spider or whatever transgender title you want used, putting those eggs inside me might not be a great idea from your point of view, not too mention mine. I think whoever designed my body made it kind of hostile to anything that tries to impregnate it. Now I don't have a large sample size mind you, but I can try and get an email address or something for the Growlers who tried it." The spider seemed to shake its head from side to side as if it didn't believe her. Nancy sighed and fought back a scream as the first egg pushed into her pussy stretching it wider. The detective gave a grunt as she felt the egg or whatever it was continue up the cock inside her andfinally pop into her womb. Then she grunted again as the second egg pushed into her. Then the third and the fourth and finally the seventeenth. That seemed to be her capacity and then Nancy had another orgasm as she felt the spider cock pull out of her. * * * "I told you so," said Nancy five minutes later. The spider seemed to be glaring at the private eye angrily as it watched the last of the seventeen eggs pop out of Nancy's pussy and fall to the ground below. Instead of hatching, they looked like little melted chocolate easter eggs. "Now if you just wanted to let me go, we can both just forget this ever happened," said Nancy. The spider made an angry sound. A very angry sound and turned its red eyes back to Nancy and they whirled faster and faster. It seemed to have decided that if it couldn't use the human female to breed its young, then supper would be a good second choice, thought Nancy. Oh well, things can't get any worse, thought Nancy as she renewed her struggles to get out of her bonds. And then they did. A large shambling monster pushed its way into the small clearing under the trees she was suspended in. Whatever it was, it looked to be half animal and half plant. It did have two arms and two legs, but they seemed to be covered in a green slimish growth. There were two large red eyes and around its mouth were several foot long tendril or vine like structures. As it shambled towards her and the spider, Nancys attention was caught by something else. Suddenly there was a bright yellow glow coming from the pocket of her trenchcoat where she had put the gem that Danial had given her. The shambling monstrosity below was apparently the nexus point creature she had been sent to find. And now that she looked at it, the creature didn't look all that well. Much of the slimy growth on it had a dried, desicated, flaking appearance as if the creature was sick. That might just make sense if it had lived in the bog and the bog had pretty much dried up taking its natural environment with it. Lacking any other name for it,Nancy watched the Bog Thing reach the tree she was under and stand there looking up at the spider and her own naked body. It seemed to look at her much longer than the spider, but finally it reached up and grabbed the hissing spider by one leg and pulled. The spider half fell, half jumped onto the Bog Thing and the two creatures fell to the ground rolling around. The spider seemed to be trying to bite and claw the Bog Thing, while the other creature seemed to be trying to get the spider in a bear hug to squeeze it. The spider seemed to be doing significant damage to the Bog Thing which rather worried Nancy as she began to work on her bonds again. The creature had already been ill before the fight and the fight with the spider might kill it with disasterous consequences for one blonde private eye and a good section of Delta City. Nancy knew the demons liked to lie, but in this case, she rather thought Danial had been telling her the truth. The spider seemed to be winning just as Nancy got one arm free from the web and reached for her gun in her trenchcoat pocket, wondering what type of ammo would be most effective. But before she closed her fingers on her gun, the Bog Thing made a herclean effort and grasped the spider in its arms and began to crush it. The spider panicked and that was fatal. Without warning, the spider suddenly burst into flames in the grasp of the Bog Thing and in a few seconds was reduced to ash. Nope, I am not even going to think thatline, thought Nancy. I don't need the copyright lawsuit. Having freed one arm, the blonde private eye managed to now rather quickly free herself from the web an she dropped lightly to the ground beside the Bog Thing which just stood there staring at her with its large red eyes. After a few moments, Nancy realized where it was staring and buttoned up her trenchcoat to cover her tits. "Everyone is a pervert aroun here," she muttered. Somehow the Bog Thing managed to look contrite about staring at her boobs. "Sorry," said Nancy a bit mollified. "I don't imagine you have been getting any lately." The Bog Thing couldn't speak, so it just stood there looking at her and dying on its feet, thought Nancy. "Now what do I do?" she wondered aloud * * * A half hour later, Nancy was stopped at an intersection in Delta City waiting for the light to change. Ironically, it was the same intersection at which her wardrobe malfunction thanks to Danial had started. A red sport convertable full of loud drunken teenagers pulled up beside her little Honda Civic. "Want to race bitch?" called the driver. "Hey babe, want to get into the back with us and get it on?" called another of the boys grabbing at his crotch suggestively. The Bog Thing who had its head stuck out through the sun roof in order to fit into Nancy's back seat turned to regard the car full of teenagers. The teenagers looked back at the Bog Thing. "Um, have a nice day ma'am," said the driver. "Er nice car you have there ma'am," said the boy in the back seat who had propositioned her. The light changed and Nancy drove away. The red sports car just sat there waiting for the next light cycle. * * * Nancy found a parking spot just outside the steps to her apartment. She was just helping the Bog Thing out of the Honda when Mrs. Wong came out of the restaurant carrying a stack of pizzas for delivery. "Ah Detective Boobs," said the old woman as she looked from Nancy to the eight foot tall, shambling monster standing beside the detective. "A new boyfriend?" "Could be," agreed Nancy. "He did save my life, so that kind of makes him my Prince Charming." "Yes, I thinkthat is how the story goes," agreed Mrs. Wong. "He is also a nexus point creature though," said Nancy. "He normally lives in Blackstone Bog which is rather dried up and he wasn't doing too well even before the fight with the giant spider." "Ah, I see," said Mrs. Wong. "And what do you propose to do with him now?" Nancy looked a bit sheepish. "Well, I figure he mainly needs water to rehydrate and since my shower both has water and is already a nexus point, I thought I would put him in there for the moment and hopefully that would look after things." Mrs. Wong nodded. "A most logical solution." The old woman took the top pizza from the pile just as Katy Wong pulled up in a car. "This one is for you and your new boyfriend. Mr. Wong said you would be coming home just about now and would need it." Nancy took the pizza with a bow and the Bog Thing seemed to mimic the bow to the old woman. "Yes, you are definitely our Filthy White Whore," mused Mrs. Wong as she got into the car beside Katy an Nancy went down the steps into her apartment with the Bog Thing shambling along beside her. The End