Delta City PI #18 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, Ms. Americana and the other heroines are the property of Mr. X. Witchfire and Lt. Falcon were created by Silkcords. Nancy and all the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use them in your own stories, but please keep their character in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Nancy woke up with a start, heart hammering in her chest. The detective rolled out of bed, balanced and ready to fight and then blinked around at the empty room. A dream? The blonde sat back on the edge of her bed feeling silly. Just a dream. She rarely dreamed though and even more rarely ever remembered one when she woke up. She remembered this one though, down to every last detail. It hadn't been a long dream either. No more than ten seconds or at least it had seemed that way. In the dream, she had been naked and crouched over a man in bed, straddling his chest. They had obviously just been having sex. Then she told the man something and cut his throat with a knife. She could remember the feel of his sweat coated flesh under her, the feeling of his cum still dribbling from her pussy, the warm blood that had covered her hands, she remembered everythingexcept what she had said to him just before killing him. The only sounds she could remember were a distorted murmer, like when adults spoke in a Charlie Brown cartoon on tv. Nancy checked the time. It was only a little after six, but she didn't feel much like going back to sleep. The man she had killed in the dream seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him and the more she tried, the blurrier his features seemed to become. The detective decided what she needed was a nice hot shower and then stopped dead, remembering she had a guest in her shower. When she had got inside her apartment last night with the shambling Bog Thing, she had offered the creature a slice of pizza which it had taken and sniffed at dubiously, but didn't eat it. Nancy had then rummaged around in her cupboards and found the can of Miracle Grow fertilizer she had bought one time when she had mistakenly thought it was a good idea to try growing a few house plants. It had turned out she had a black thumb and not a green one and the plants had died a horrible lingering death under her care. Well, the Bog Thing was half plant and half something else from the looks of it, so maybe the plant fertilizer would be better food for it. The Bog Thing had taken the can of Miracle Grow, sniffed it and then dumped some of it onto its slice of pizza and scarfed it down and politely put out a hand to ask for another slice. A fascinated Nancy had watched it sprinkle some more Miracle Grow on the second slice and then it disappeared into that tentacle surrounded slit that served it for a mouth. The Bog Thing had nodded at her then and Nancy got the impression somehow that it was happy. She had then led it into the bathroom and turned on the shower. This didn't require any more explanation on her part and the Bog Thing had stepped into the shower and stood there unmoving under the stream of water. Nancy had pointed to the controls for hot and cold and to her surprise, the Bog Thing had reached out and adjusted the temperature to slightly warm from hot and then it nodded at her and closed its eyes. Nancy had gone to bed then, but during the night she had dully been aware of the water running now and again in the shower. Nancy sat on the edge of her bed contemplating what to do for a few more seconds then gave a shrug. She needed a shower and the Bog Thing had already seen her naked dangling from the spider web, so screw worrying about useless modesty. The blonde got up and went into the bathroom where the Bog Thing leaned against one wall of the shower, apparently asleep. Nancy took a look at the creature. It was looking a lot better. The slime that covered it looked moist and greener. Nancy pulled off her oversized sleepshirt and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her and adjusted the water temperature. There was no sign of movement from the Bog Thing as she ducked her hair under the water and fumbled for the shampoo bottle and a slime covered hand handed it to her. "Er, thanks," said the detective, rinsing the slime from the bottle. "Is the temperature too high for you?" The Bog Thing seemed to be considering this and then a minute shake of its head from side to side. Nancy finished her hair and picked up the soap and a washcloth and began to clean the rest of her body. As usual, she was struggling to reach the middle of her back when a slime covered hand took the washcloth from her hand and began to gently rub her back with it. Nancy noted that the creature was very careful not to drip slime on her while it did this. When he was done, the Bog Thing handed her back the washcloth and Nancy bent down to turn off the water. As she did so, the blonde felt something hard poking her ass. Still bent over, Nancy looked over her shoulder andsaw a ten inch, green slime covered cock had slid out from some previously concealed location. The PI looked from the cock up to the eyes of the creature. "I guess there is more man hidden inside you than I realized," smiled Nancy. The Bog Thing gave what very much looked like a human shrug of helplessness. OK, this should be gross and disgusting, thought Nancy, but it wasn't. The blonde detective could recall quite distinctly having sex with more than her share of good looking men and women over the last few weeks. Among them, Danielle and Danial might have been considered the best looking, but theier lack of any moral character whatsoever made sex with them the leastenjoyable. The Bog Thing while a monstrous, slimy creature just seemed to radiate a sense of decency that belied his appearance. Nancy shrugged, and pushed her ass back against the green slimy cock and felt it slide over her freshly washed ass and decided the sensation of her bare skin rubbing on that warm tube of meat felt rather nice. The Bog Thing continued to just stand there politely, not attempting to force itself on her like so many human looking monsters had done. "I must be fucking insane," muttered Nancy as she looked up into those red eyes of the creature. "Ok,go ahead and put it in if you like." The creature didn't do anything for a few seconds and Nancy wondered if she had only imagined that the thing seemed to be understanding her. Then, two massive hands reached out and gently grabbed her hips and the Bog Thing carefully began to slide its green cock into Nancy's pussy. Nancy stared down at the amazing sight an dwatched the hard thick cock slide into her inch by inch until the entire length was inserted inside her. "Damn, that feels pretty good," she told the creature. It could not make any verbal response, but it began to thrust in and out of the blonde with slow measured strokes. The Bog Thing seemed to radiate strength and Nancy thought it could just as easily rip her in two with its hands, but it seemed to be making an extreme effort to go slow and gentle. Nancy braced herself against the shower wall with her arms and as the water continued to pour down over them, she began to thrust her hips back at the Bog Thing, taking him deeper inside her. As the blonde felt her pleasure mounting towards a climax, she made every effort to clench her pussy tighter about the thrusting creature's cock and hoped it was at least feeling pleasure even though it couldn't articulate it in any way. "Oh fuck, I am cummming," gasped the detective and she felt her juices pouring out to coat the shaft of the thick green cock slidingin and out of her with a nice steady rhythm. As Nancy was coming down from her orgasm, the Bog Thing tapped her on the shoulder and pointed down at where its cock was still sliding in and out as if asking a question. ""Well aren't you the gentleman," panted Nancy as she finally grasped what the question was. "Yep, go ahead and cum inside me if you like." The creature gave a small nod of its head as if in thanks and increased its pace some until it was slamming harder into Nancy's pussy and then the detective felt a veritable jet of hot thick cum blasting into her pussy. The feeling gave the woman a second orgasm and she leaned against the shower wall for what seemed like five minutes as more and more of the thick cum pumped into her body. When the creature had finished and pulled out, Nancy turned around and on weak legs slumped down to sit on the floor of the shower. Looking down, she could see her stomach was swollen with the massive amount of cum and as she gently pressed on it, thick wads of cum dribbled out her pussy and was carried down the drain by the swirling water. "That was one of the best fucks I can recall," grinned Nancy looking up at the loomingbulk of the creature. "It almost makes me wish this wasn't temporary, but we are going to have to find you a new permanent home. I just don't know where. Now what do you do for an encore?" To Nancy's surprise, the Bog Thingextended its hands down towards her in an obvious invitation and she slipped her much smaller hands into its and it lifted her up like she was weightless and turned her around both vertically and horizontally in midair with surprising dexterity. The detective suddenly found the green dripping cock rubbing over her lips while her legs were wrapped around the neck of the creature. '"Ah well, this is something new," agreed Nancy and opened her mouth and let the Bog Thing's large member slide into her mouth. She had not been sure what to expect, but the slime coated cock didn't taste grosss at all. There was a plant based taste to it, but a fresh taste and not the taste of decay. Perhaps the closest Nancy could come in describing it to herself was like taking a human cock and coating it with a real tangy salad dressing though she was sure Kraft had never bottled anything like this. As the detective let the cock slide into her throat, she was surprised when she felt something probing at her pussy. The mute creature didn't have a tongue, but then Nancy remembered those tentacled like growths around its mouth. One of them seemed to have pushed inside her and was wriggling around in a most delightful manner rather like a very long flexible tongue. A moment later another of the mouth tendrils slipped into her ass and Nancy had another orgasm right there and then. When Nancy's mind cleared from the effects of the orgasm, she could feel both tendrils still inside her, the one in her pussy now seeming to have acquired a sucking action that was vacuuming up her juices. Hopefully I taste as good as the Miracle Grow thought Nancy and returned her own attention to devouring the Bog Thing's cock. The blonde got it all the way down her throat and she wrapped her lips tightly around it and began to slither her tongue over the shaft. Nancy then began to slide her mouth back and forth on the cock and she could feel the creature seem to tremble under her. A few seconds later a second load of the hot cum of the creature errupted from its cock and right down Nancy's throat into her stomach. The Bog Thing seemed to stumble backwards, but managed to flip Nancy over so she came down softly onto the floor of the shower as its cock continued to spurt massive blasts of cum, soaking the blonde in a faintly greenish spunk which the still running shower began to slowly sluice away. Nancy tried to talk, butfound her mouth was full of the thing's cum and it took several swallows before she could gasp out, "I think you have been saving that up for quite a long time. I don't imagine there are any Mrs. Bog Things runningaround." The Bog Thing seemed exhausted, but still healthy lookingas it slumped against the shower wall and gave a small nod of agreement. Needless to say, Nancy had to repeat her shampoo and general cleanup and was once again grateful to Mrs. Wong for the near endless supply of hot water. * * * Nancy had left the Bog Thing in the shower to recuperate, gotten dressed and was just examining herfridge in vain for something to eat for breakfast as she and the Bog Thing had finished the pizza the night before, when someone knocked at her door. Nancy peeked through the spy hole, saw Cindy's red haired presence and swung the door open. "What brings you around so early in the morning?" asked Nancy as she saw the policewoman looked agitated. "You," replied Cindy. "Borden is on the warpath after what you did." Nancy had to stop and think. Things had been rather hectic lately, so it took her a couple of seconds to pinpoint what she had done that would piss Borden off. "Oh, the hockey rink," she finally said. "You got it in one go," agreed Cindy. He was ranting yesterday about having you arrested. I think he even sent some uniforms over to your office in the afternoon, but you weren't in. I just stopped by to warn you before I went to work." "Thanks," said Nancy. "Maybe he has had time to cool down overnight." Cindy shook her head. "I doubt it. In fact he might be even madder. He was raving on the police radio something about someone who looked like you driving around the city last night with a huge slime monster poking out of your sun roof. Totally ridiculous, but ...." Cindy broke off suddenly and gave Nancy a keen eyed look. "Ok, where is it?" she demanded. "What? I don't know what you are talking about," protested Nancy. "You said yourself it was a ridiculous idea." "Ridiculous for anyone except you," accused Cindy with a small grin on her lips. "Ridiculous and improbable things seem to follow you around. So, I repeat, where is it?" Nancy sighed. "In my shower." Cindy just looked at Nancy open mouthed for a few seconds and then went and looked in the shower. When she returned, closing the bathroom door behind her, she came back to Nancy and said very calmly. "Did you know you have a sleeping eight foot tall slime covered monster in your shower?" "He is not a monster," declared Nancy. "He is really rather sweet." Cindy stared at Nancy some more. "Just tell me you didn't fuck it too." When Nancy didn't immediately deny this new ridiculous idea, Cindy just buried her face in her hands. "My life was so normal before you came along, you know that?" "Probably a lot more boring though," pointed out Nancy. Cindy sighed. "So besides washing your back, is there a reason why you have it in your shower?" Nancy then explained to Cindy about her latest meeting with Danial and her trip to Blackstone Bog and meeting the Bog Thing which she had brought home to rehydrate. The blonde thought it best to leave out the encounter with the spider, but Cindy was staring at her suspiciously as if suspecting she had left something out. "So, what are you going to do with it?" asked Cindy and then decided to rephrase that question. "Ok, I know what you did with it, but don't you need to find it a long term home?" "Yes, but right now I don't know how or where. It is looking a lot better. The water, pizza and Miracle Grow seem to have perked it up nicely." "Apparently," said Cindy with a touch of sarcasm. "Well, I have to get to work. I just wanted to warn you about Borden and now I can spend the rest of my day trying to scrub the images of you and that thing having sex in your shower. You know, the same shower where you and I did it a few days ago? God, my life used to be so normal," muttered Cindy as she went out the door. "You mean boring," called Nancy after her. * * * Nancy picked up the morning paper from her steps and peering cautiously around didn't see any cops lurking in wait as she made her way to her Honda. She hadn't wanted to admit it to Cindy, but the detective was a little worried over her behaviour lately. Sex as a hazard of her job or a tool she used in her job was pretty much normal, but lately she had indulged in it for reasons not directly related to her job. She didn't particularly regret any of them as she reviewed her activities with Rose, Cindy, Jerome and even weirdly enough the Bog Thing. In truth, she didn't really consider it to be a monster at all. What you did made you a monster, not what you looked like. As Nancy approached her car, she noticed a piece of paper jammed into her windshield wiper. A ticket? There were no parking restrictions in this area, so what was going on? Had Borden resorted to being so petty as to give her parking tickets out of spite? When the blonde picked up the paper, she saw it wasn't a parking ticket, but a lottery ticket and a note. "You might need this one day. Grandma." Nancy shrugged. The odds of winning this particular lottery were about fourteen million to one, but it was a nice thought and the private eye stuck the ticket and note into her trenchcoat pocket. The elevator doors were thankfully closed as Nancy unlocked her office and went through the empty outer office and unlocked the inner door. She stepped inside, flipped on the light and found herself staring at a gun pointed at her. Nancy checked the impulse to reach for her own gun as that would be suicidal with the other person already having theirs drawn and pointed at her. Taking another look though showed the gun was actually pointing about a foot to the right of her head. A threat, but by someone who knew how dangerous guns were and didn't want any accidents. Now Nancy considered the person holding the gun and sitting in her chair. "Lt. Falcon I presume?" Nancy asked the uniformed man. "Commissioner Borden sent me over to arrest you," said Lt. Falcon who laid his gun on top of her desk, making sure it pointed at a wall. Nancy put her briefcase on the desk beside it. "That's not the same thing as saying I am under arrest or reading me my rights. Do you want some coffee?" "That would be appreciated," Falcon allowed and got up from her chair which didnt squeak under his significantly greater weight and moved to one of the guest chairs. Nancy hung up her trenchcoat, leaving her gun in its pockets so there were no misunderstandings, and started the coffee pot going on top of one of her filing cabinets. Nancy sat down in her chair and it sounded like she had sat on a mouse. "You should oil that chair," commented Falcon. Nancy shot him a sour look. "So, are you going to arrest me after we finish coffee? The only lawyer I know is over in Valley springs and maybe I should give him a call to see if he can come." "Borden wants you arrested for that stunt at the hockey rink and the only reason I haven't done exactly that is because something about it doesn't feel right to me. Your building manager, who let me into your office by the way, thinks you are a dangerous lunatic. She said something about you blowing a guy in the alley yesterday among other accusations." "Oh dear, poor Gabby is off her meds again," commented Nancy as the coffee maker beeped to indicate it was done. The detective got up and poured two cups of coffee. "I hope you like it black," said Nancy. "I don't have any sugar left and the cream is kind of greenish." "Black is fine," said Falcon and took the cup. "Mmmm, good coffee," he said after taking a sip. Nancy glanced at the coffee maker suspiciously to see if someone had replaced it with a properly functioning unit, but it looked the same as always. The private eye took a sip from her own cup and made a face. "Tastes like the runoff from a pig barn to me," she said putting the cup on her desk. She was still trying to acquire a taste for coffee and probably should just give it up, but now and then she got stubborn about things. "I know there was damage done to the hockey rink," said Nancy changing the topic, "but it seemed like a fairly small price to pay to bring those four in after what they did. I am also sure that the city has the standard Delta City insurance policy to cover 'Acts of Super Villains' which is the standard clause 69 for civic facilities." Nancy made another face at whoever had been such a wit as to number that clause to cover any damage between super villains and super heroines. "What they did?" asked Falcon taking another sip of coffee. "Can you explain that? As far as I know at this point, you beat up the daughters of four wealthy Delta City elite and left about forty grand in damages to the hockey rink I won't even mention you liberating certain supplies from my stores in the process." "I take it you haven't seen the video I left?" asked Nancy. "And the the er physical state of at least two of the girls didn't cause you some second thoughts?" "There was no video that I know of," said Falcon. "And all four girls are still in the hospital. It looks like they are all going to live, but I was told it was a bit touch and go for two of them." Nancy arched an eyebrow. "I'm impressed by your restraint then. Given what you know, I would have thought you would have hauled my ass down to jail in cuffs by now instead of calmly sitting there drinking coffee." "Oh, I can always do that," agreed Falcon, "I just wanted to try and break the stereotype of the angry cop who blusters first and regrets later. I have been doing some research on you. I can't find a trace of you prior to a year ago. I know you got my predecessor Captain Hawk killed, were somehow involved in that crap with those cultists, and sometimes do stripping at the Pussycat club which is paying protection to dirty cops so it doesn't get raided for the whorehouse it is." "Well, the protection and payoffs to the cops is just standard for pretty much every nightclub in Delta City, and you have your own house to clean up there before you start casting stones. shrugged Nancy. "As for the stripping, I have a new act opening tomorrow night I can get you a ticket if you want." "Falcon banged his fist on Nancy's desk. "Ok cut out the crap, I am starting to lose my well cultivated patience." Nancy opened her briefcase and took out her laptop. After firing it up, she tapped a few keys and then spun it around to face Falcon. "Alright, lets start with the video that seems to have disappeared. I am guessing that was Borden who has not been acting the most rational lately as you discovered personally after that fight with the Aberration and the She Legion." Nancy pressed play for Falcon who sat there watching the raw footage of the Sorority's ambush and subsequent rape of the private eye. While he didn't look away, Nancy saw the policeman blush a bit as the video unfolded. Looking down, Nancy was impressed to see that Falcon didn't have the hardon she would have expected from someone less professional and being turned on by the video. "I don't know exactly how the video and other evidence I left you disappeared, but you know how much corruption there is on the Delta City PD. I assume that is probably why Washington sent you here, to try and clean it up. You researched me, I researched you. Witchfire told me you were honest, but I have been around the block more than she has and I have been burned a few times by cops I trusted. That is why I keep copies of things like that video and store more copies all over the cloud. I am not going to cry any tears over any trauma those poor girls are going through. They are young and stupid and maybe they will learn from this and grow up and maybe not. They raped me and tried to kill me, so I took them down and I didn't use lethal force when I could have. I assume Diamon was able to put herself back together and Emerald got out before she had to revert back to human form." "The girl's story was you attacked them for no reason. They all said they got these freaky powers from some kind of accident." Falcon said flatly. "This is Delta City. Stuff like that happens. Diamon is the worst physically. They took the pieces out of those boxes you left her in and she managed to put herself back into one piece before turning back to flesh and blood or she would have died. As it is, she is in ICU, though the doctors think she will be ok. The green haired one, Emerald I think you called her, was nearly catatonic with fear and relief when she was let out of that vacuum container." Their leader, the Peterson girl seems to have developed a phobia about snakes or snake venom in particular for some reason. My heart bleeds for them. "Now as for getting Captain Hawk killed and some other matters, take this." Nancy tossed Falcon a USB stick. "I gave copies of this to Tonya O'Donnell, Axanna Morgan and Angela Greer, but that one has been updated to include the video you just saw. I suggest you take a look at everything and that includes the meeting I had with Borden and Hawk before they set me up for that fiasco at the Ritz Hotel. I like to think I have good instincts, so I think Witchfire was right about you. I have a lot of suspicions and most of my proof won't stand up in court. Like I told the other people I gave copies to, if something happens to me, you at least have a starting point." Falcon glared at Nancy as he pocketed the USB stick. "I will look at this evidence of yours. That video is at least enough to convince me to hold off on arresting you right now, but you and I are going to have another talk and I will be keeping a closer eye on you. I don't know who you think you are, waltzing into Delta City and fuckingaround with things that should be left to the authorities." "You know where to find me," said Nancy, trying to keep her tone neutral. Falcon grunted, picked up his gun from the desk, hostered it and headed for the inner office door. "By the way, was that really you driving around town with a slime onster sticking out of the sun roof of your car last night?" Nancy arched an eyebrow at Falcon. "That has got to be the most ridiculous accusation against me yet. Of course it was and I took him home, put him in my shower and fucked him this morning." Falcon started to laugh then paused and shot Nancy a look as he thought about the video he had just seen. He changed the laugh to another glare and left without another word. * * * "So, what do you think?" asked Pirate King as he passed the telescope to Lola. "She's cute," replied the large breasted dirty blonde after peerring through the telescope for a few minutes at the young woman in the small sailboat. "I didn't ask you for an opinion on her looks. Do you think she is a virgin?" demanded Pirate King. Lola rolled her eyes. "Do I look like I have a fucking virgin radar or something?" she asked sarcastically. "I haven't been a virgin since I was 13 when my old drunken and dead dad took mine." "Fine, whatever. She will have to do, but we need to find a way to lure her further out from land. Our ship is faster than that little dinky thing, but she can still slip away if we are too close to land when we try and grab her," said Pirate King. He put the telescope down and looked at Lola. "How about we go to my cabin and have a little fun." "Sorry, I have to wash my headache," said Lola and strutted away leaving a very frustrated Pirate King standing there grinding his teeth together. * * * "So, what do you think of his plan?" asked Lola to her companion five minutes later in another small cabin of the pirate ship. "Could work," grunted Sampson as he rammed his large black dick into the wet pussy of the dirty blonde as he took her doggie style making her large white globes swing and dance. "You really think tht bullshit medallion and chant are going to give him magic powers again?" grunted Lola as she thrust her hips back to meet the large crewman's thrusts and a loud squelching noise filled the cabin and his balls banged on her ass. "Why not?" Sampson shrugged and gave Lola's white ass ahard slap. "What have we got to lose? If I have to eat fish stew for breakfast one more time, I am going to go vegan." "Ahhhhhhhh, ok so it might work, but that doesn't mean he still has to be captain. If you, ahhhhhhh, were the one who did the ritual, it would be you who got the power and you could be captain," gasped Lola as she started to cum from the hard fucking and poured her juices over the thick black rod lodged in her cunt. Sampson gave Lola's ass another hard slap as he felt her juices coat his cock. "I suppose you could be right," he admitted. "The crew would rather follow you than that loser," panted Lola as she rotated her hips an felt Sampson's cock throbbing inside her pussy. "Yeah, I thinkthey would," replied Sampson as he pulled his cock out of Lola's pussy. "Here, now turn around girl and take my load on yourface and boobs." Lola crouched in front of the large black crewman and watched him give his cock a few last jerks and then she saw a huge wad of white jizz shoot out and hit her square in the nose. Sampson laughed and kept stroking his cock and his next blast hit the woman on the chin. Aiming lower the next two large loads smacked into her left tit and then her right tit. "We will see what happens when the time comes," said Sampson as he wiped his cock through Lola's hair and then put it away and left the cabin. Lola knelt there with cum dripping from her face and breasts, looking after the departed Sampson. "Yeah and maybe while you and that other idiot fight over who gets to be captain, maybe Lola will be the one who ends up with alll the magic power. Maybe then you will learn to treat me nice like a proper lady or you both might be shark bait." * * * A few minutes after Lt. Falcon left, Nancy was preoccupied thinking about what she should do next when her cell phone rang and so she answered it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello, Nancy Peye Investigations, how can I help you?" she said a bit absently. "Well, for starters you could tell me about your latest adventure into stripping tomorrow night," said the voice of Megan Fitzpatrick. Nancy made a face that she normally reserved for coffee and almost hung up rightthen, but she remembered the scene she had witnessed on television with Megan and the Aberration. As much as it pained her, maybe she needed to give the woman a chance to show she wasnt just a worthless nuisance. "Tell you what Megan, why don't we meet for coffee and we can talk. I won't promise everything will be on the record, but it might be better than snarling at each other over the phone." [Shameless plug: To find out what happened with Megan and the Aberration, see Witchfire #8 by Silkcords.] There was a startled silence from Megan's end of the line butfinally the reporter replied. "Alright, where and when?" Ten minutes later, Nancy walked into the small coffee shop that she had met Cindy Kelly at. Since then it had changed its name and was now called Rick's Place and the detective wondered how long that name would last. Megan was waiting for her and Nancy noticed the woman had a copy of the color poster for the strip show on the table in front of her. "How are you doing Megan?" asked Nancy as she sat down and pretended not to see the poster. "I'm fine," replied Megan sounding suspicious. "Why do you ask?" "I saw you on television the other night when the Aberration was on his rampage. That couldn't have been a good experience for you." "It seems rather hypocritical for you to be gloating about my public exposure and humiliation considering the things you do," snapped Megan and her fingers tapped the poster in front of her. Nancy shook her head. "No, Megan I wasn't gloating. It isn't right for any woman to get treated like you were by the Aberration. I was, am concerned about your health, both mentally and physically after that experience." Nancy looked directly into Megan's brown eyes trying to convey her sincerity and she realized she really was sincere. No woman should be subjected to what the Aberration did or what happened all to often in Delta City.. "I, I amdoing ok. Thanks," said Megan finally after a few seconds and then the reporter broke eye contact and looked down at her clenched fists. "Well, better anyway. That monster scared me shitless and I probably would have been raped to death if Witchfire hadn't stopped it." "Then Borden tried to arrest her for saving the city," commented Nancy dryly. Megan nodded. "I don't know what came over him. I never saw him lose it like that. Everyone who saw what happened knew Witchfire took that creature down in self defence. Hell, even I knew it and I am not the biggest fan of the She Legion." Nancy was about to ask Megan why that last statement was true when the waitress appeared to take their order. After she had gone, Megan started to talk before Nancy could say anything. "So, are you trying to win the poll as the city's most imoral woman?" asked Megan tapping the poster again. "You finished a close second to Dragon Queen last time they did a poll." Nancy bit back a sharp retort. Megan had started to open up and being a smart ass wasn't going to help any. It struck Nancy that the same might be true for her dealings with Gabby. Oh well, let's get up this hill before tackling that mountain. "Off the record?" asked Nancy. Megan nodded her head reluctantly. "I got banged up pretty bad on one of my cases and spent some time in the hospital," said Nancy. "That was a whopper of a bill and then there was the funeral expenses for Blue Bird, the heroine who was buried a couple of days ago." Nancy shrugged. "So, to be honest, the detective business has been slow and I need the money." "That's it?" asked Megan. "Surely you could have gone to someone like Brenda Wade for the funeral at least. She is buddy buddy with Ms. Americana and would probably have shelled out for it." "Blue Bird saved my life. That made it my responsibility, not Brenda Wade's or anyone elses," said Nancy. "So you are going to go on stage, take your clothes off and degrade yourself and all women because...." Megan faltered when she saw the look in Nancy's eyes. "Because I owe Blue Bird a debt that is far more important than any little shred of reputation I have left in this city," finished nancy. The waitress arrived with their coffee and both women took a sip and regarded each other silently for a moment. "How did Blue Bird save your life? Who tried to kill you?" asked Megan, once more being the first to break the silence. "Maybe I can tell you that one day," replied Nancy as she dumped several packets of sugar into her coffee in a vain attempt to make it taste better. "I have no proof that could be verified and the person involved is extremely rich. You and your tv station would be up to your ass in a lawsuit if you even mentioned his or her name." "Skylar Bridge, you mean?" asked Megan and gave a small laugh when she managed to startle the detective for once. "I am a good reporter Nancy and I have my sources. You were found nearly dead on the beach just opposite Bridge's island. Yeah, I can't use his name without solid proof. You say you don't have it?" "Not yet, but I am working on it," said Nancy regaining her composure. "If your sources tell you anything interesting about Bridge, we might be able to swap information and you might end up with a story. some day." "Anexclusive?" demanded Megan, "Or will your friend Tonya O'Donnell get it first?" "It doesn't have to be a competition," Nancy shrugged. "Tonya and I have shared information before, so I feel obligated to her by our friendship. It might be though that the three of us together might come up with more than any one of us working alone or any two as a pair." "Maybe," said Megan reluctantly. "You say it doesn't have to be a competition, but I don't want to be stuck in this hell hole for the rest of my life. I want to make a name for myself, go national, international even." "And nice gals finish last?" asked Nancy. "Something like that, replied Megan looking a little sheepish. "By the way, do you know a guy named John Smith at Erotica Video?" asked the detective changing the subject and trying to keep her tone casual. Perhaps glad to have the subject changed, Megan nodded her head. Yeah, a real piece of scum. He would sell his mother for a hundred bucks." Megan narrowed her eyes and gave Nancy a speculative look. "You found out it was him who told me about you and the Pussycat club for your um television performance." Nancy nodded. YYes and I won't tell you how I found out, at least not today. I just thought I should warn you about him. I agree he is scum, but I think he is mixed up in some bigger and dirtier things than just porn. You should be real careful around him." "I wouldn't be surprised," replied Megan making a face. "He tries to hit on me everytime we meet and I get the creeps just being near him." "You have been covering the heroines in Delta City for a few years now. I wanted to ask you about something I am working on," said Nancy as she pulled her laptop out of her briefcase. "I have compiled a list of a dozen heroines who have disappeared over the last ten years. One of them was Blue Bird, but that leaves me eleven more to trak down. I was wondering if you had any information about any of them that might help." Nancy saw an odd look fleet across the reporter's face and then it was gone. "I haven't been a reporter for ten years, but show me what you have and maybe I can help," agreed Megan. Nancy pulled up the clippings she had saved and showed them to Megan one at a time. The third one was Blue Bird, but it was the seventh one that Nancy showed Megan that sent that odd look flying across her features for the second time. Nancy finished the last article and thenwent back to the one that had provoked the subtle reaction from Megan. "I think you recognized something about this one?" asked Nancy quietly as she tapped the screen. It was a short article about one of the one shot heroines, with a very blurry picture that could have been anyone from Hilary Clinton to Lady Gaga. Megan sat and stared at the screen like a stricken woman for a couple of minutes. Nancy didn't know why, but she could sense an intense feeling of pain coming from the woman sitting opposite of her an so she said nothing and let Megan decide for herself if she would reply. When the reporter did finally spea, Nancy was shocked at the words and the horrible anguish in Megan's tone. "My sister," said Megan staring dumbly at the screen. "My older sister Tara. She was an Aphrodite and her powers got activated. God, she wanted to be a heroine, to try andmake things better." Nancy could see tears forming in Megan's eyes and she fumbled for a clean tissue in her trenchcoat pocket to hand to the woman. "What happened?" asked Nancy quietly. "The first time she went out, she caught a purse snatcher. She told me all about it, she was so excited," sobbed Megan. "The second time she went out, she ran into something a lot nastier that she wasn't ready for. You have heard of the Bilbo Brothers?" When Nancy nodded, the reporter went on. "The bastards beat the crap out of her and then raped her. I was on the crime beat and heard about some kind of fight. The Bilbo Brothers were longgone when I got there and found Tara." "Dead?" asked Nancy in a whisper, not sure she wanted to hear the answer Megan shook her head. "No, she was comotose, but alive. She is still alive, at least technically. She is still in a coma at St. Matthews. I took off her mask before anyone got there, so no one else knew she had been a heroine or what happened to her. There was no costume to hide, the bastards ripped it off her and took it for a souvanear." "I know it doesn't help and sounds terribly trite, but I am really sorry about what happened to your sister," said Nancy softly. "And oh God, how I have hated all those super heroines since then," gasped Megan dabbing at her eyes with the soaked tissue. The reporter saw the puzzled look on Nancy's face and gave a mirthlesss chuckle. "Makes no fucking sense does it? I think I hate them for not saving her, for not being there for her. I hated them because they go out and get their asses raped on a regular basis and then seem to act like it was just another day at the office and my sister lies there in a coma with all those fucking tubes shoved in her. It just didn't seem fair." "No it isn't," agreed Nancy. "Life is rarely fair. It just is." "I don't even know why I told you all this," blurted Megan. "I have never told another soul about Tara, but maybe it has something to do with that Witchfire. I got a close-up look at what price she and all those other heroines paid in the fight with the Aberration. I saw that monster punch Power Lass so hard she was almost bent in two. I hear Omega woman screaming in pain. God it was the most horrible thing I eversaw in my life, even worse than when I found poor damn Tara." * * * Nancy and Megan talked for a while longer before Nancy headed back to her office. The detective wasn't sure she had made a friend, but possibly she had unmade an enemy. Back in the office, Nancy picked up the paper that she hadn't had time to look at yet thanks to her meetings with Falcon and Megan. One of the stories on page three caught her attention with a start. There was a picture of Bridge and the TV evangelist Randy Oaks. The story focussed on the donation that Bridge was making to a summer camp for disadvantaged children that Oaks was promoting. One fact that fairly jumped out at Nancy was the comment that Bridge and Oaks were long time friends and that Oaks was one of the few regular visitors to Bridge's private island over the last ten years. Son of a bitch, thought Nancy. If Oaks had been a regular at Bridge's island for ten years, he must know about the three different women who had had the rather dubious honour of being Bridge's Naomi. Nancy also recalled how she had found the yearbook photo of Naomi Rawlings who had died the year Bridge graduated and that she had not found any registered marriage certificates for Bridge. A religious nut like Bridge would never have "lived in sin" with an unmarried woman, but maybe he had just had secret weddings presided over by his good friend Randy Oaks. Nancy had never thought to put Bridge and Oaks together before. While both were outwardly religious and pious, Oaks did not share Bridge's spotless reputation. There were at least two occaisions when Oaks had been caught sleeping with a hooker or porn starlet. Those revelations had been followed by tearful on stage repentances by Oaks and his wife publiclly forgiving him with great fanfare. The women had in the end taken most of the blame for beingJezabels while donations to Oaks ministry had actually increased. If one was being cynical, Nancy could almost believe it had all been staged. To many, however, Oak's pious reputation was a bad joke and Nancy still could hear him yelling at her first strip show to take it all off. Nancy rocked back and forth in her chair as it squeaked and for once she didn't even notice the sound. Being slightly less cynical and assuming Oaks had just "fallen from grace" because of his lecherous personality, there might be a way to use that. Nancy wondered if Oaks would consider adding a noted stripper to his collection ofJezabels. If he came to the show the next night, perhaps he would want a private performance with a certain big boobed blonde stripper? That seemed quite likely and in that case, Nancy thought she needed to make some preparations for that possibility. * * * Nancy spent part of the afternoon in her office going over her upcoming routine with Sahara. As it started to get dark, she closed up the office and went to do a little shopping. One of her stops was with one of her seedier contacts who had once boasted he could get her anything she could think of. He turned out to be correct as the thing she got from him was quite rare and quite illegal. He had offered the usual BJ discount, but Nancy had been in a hurry and just paid cash this time. The second stop was at a hardware store to buy a grow light. She thought the full spectrum lighting would be better for the bog thing than her regular bathroom lights as the poor thing was part plant afterall. Nancy parked outside her apartment and was just starting down the steps when she spotted a form huddled at the bottom of the steps. A disheveled frightened face looked up at her. "Please, you have to help me." said the short haired blonde who Nancy instantly recognized even without a mask as Ms. Patriot. Nancy glanced around to make sure no one else was lurking in ambush and hurried down the steps and grabbing the frightened girl's arm, hurried her inside the apartment. The girl was in her civilian clothes and not her green, white and blue uniform. Those civilian clothes were dirty and torn and the younger blonde clutched at a rent in her top to keep her boobs from falling out. Nancy sat Ms. Patriot down in her armchair and then grabbed the blanket from her bed to wrap her up in it as she was starting to shiver uncontrollably. Damn, this was one of the few times that Nancy had wished she had some alcohol in the place as it looked like Ms. Patriot could really use something to steady her nerves and water or her lump of milk wasn't going to cut it. There was a sudden knock on the door and after a peek through the spy hole, Nancy opened the door to Judy Wong who was holding a small flask in her hands. "Grandma Wong said you were going to need this Detective Boobs," said the girl and handed the flask to Nancy and was gone without even the usual boob grope. Nancy opened the flask and took a sniff. Whew. Maybe besides being warriors and cooks, Red Dragon Clan might be doing a little work in the distilling business. This stuff probably rivalled Granny Clampett's rheumatism medicine if the detective was any judge. "Here, take just a small sip of this, said Nancy to Ms. Patriot and handed her the flask. Once Ms. Patriot had stopped coughing, Nancy thought her colour looked a lot better. Nancy carefully put the flask on the kitchen counter as far away from the stove as she could. "Can you tell me what happened to you?" asked Nancy pulling up one of her wobbly kitchen chairs to face the girl. "When, when I got home from work....I work at the main library....these men were waiting for me just outside my place. It was a big truck and there were six or seven of them in these grey like uniforms. They, they knew who I was. I don't understand how, but they knew I was Ms. Patriot because they used that name. I didn't think anyone knew." Ms Patriot fished a pair of broken eye glasses from a pocket. "I was even following everything Ms. Americana said in lesson three of how to be a premier super heroine, but they still new who I was." Nancy patted the girl on the shoulder and Ms. Patriot gave her a smile of thanks. "My, my name is Christine Simmons. You might as well know if they do. I remembered meeting you and I had also seen you in that awesome tv show you did. I had even copied down your addresss, so when I couldn't think of anywhere else to go, I thought of you." Nancy was a little shocked that her porn performance on live tv could be called "awesome" but even more shocked that giving out her address in a pretty gross violation of her privacy had actually done some good. "Well, I think you are safe now," said Nancy patting Christine's shoulder again. "How did you get away from them?" "I, I am not sure," confessed Christine. "I was so scared and confused. One of them grabbed me and then he screamed and let me go and I took off running. They chased me and I ran through alleys and backyards until I lost them and then came here." "Well, I think you are safe here," repeated Nancy. "Even if they do know where you are, I am sure a couple of superior women like us can handle them together." That little pep talk seemed to bring back a little of the perky to Ms Patriot who gave Nancy as shy grin. "Right you are citizen, they are no match for us." The girl looked around then "Um, do you mind if I use your bathroom. I um really have to pee bad." Nancy pointed to the bathroom door and told the girl to make herself at home as she sat back to think about what Christine had said. Men with grey uniforms sounded a lot like Bridge's goons. Well it shouldn't have really surprised her as the bastard would be looking for a new Naomi and someone like the highly underpowered Ms. Patriot would be perfect, though Nancy was still puzzled as to how Christine had got away. As Nancy thought about this, there was something else nagging at her mind for attention. Was there something she should have told Ms. Patriot? The scream from the bathroom reminded her what she had forgotten. Ms. Patriot stumbled back out of the bathroom, eyes wide in shoc. "There, there is a big, big, big monster in your shower. Huge. Big. Really big. Covered in slime. Big." Nancy took a sniff. Oh dear, it looked like having to pee was no longer a problem "It's ok, that's just the Bog Thing. He is kind of a friend of mine, er another house guest," said Nancy leading Ms. Patriot back to the armchair and rewrapping the blanket around the girl. It took another sip of Mrs. Wong's flask and another bout of coughing to calm the girl back down. Nancy set up the grow light on her kitchen table and the Bog Thing shuffled out of the bathroom to stand under it. The creature gave Christine a small nod of its head as if trying to apologize. To her credit Christine managed a weak fingerwave to the creature and let Nancy lead her into the bathroom to shower and clean up. While Christine was showering, Nancy put in a call to Cindy and the policewoman said she would send a squad car to check out the girl's apartment. Nancy hadn't mentioned anything about Christine's Ms. Patriot identity, just leaving it at she had come acrosss the terrified girl. Cindy phoned back ten minutes later to say that the officers had talked to the buildingsuper and he had opened the basement apartment door for them. It seemed that the would be abductors had not gotten into the apartment and had just been waiting for Christine in the parking lot. They had found a few scraps of clothing and Christine's purse with everything intact. The girl had been so scared, she hadn't yet realized she had dropped her purse. Nancy told Cindy that she would bring Christine by in the morning to make a statement, but that the girl would be staying with her tonight to be sure she was safe. There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. "Ummm, does she know about your other house guest?" asked Cindy. "Yep," replied Nancy. "I think we will have a pajama party tonight and maybe curl his tentacles." Another long pause. "You are kidding right?" asked Cindy cautiously. Nancy had to assure the red head that she was and then disconnected just as Becky Wong knocked on the door to deliver a fresh pizza. When Christine came out of the bathroom, Nancy found her spare sleepshirt for the young blonde to wear and then Christine, the Bog Thing and Nancy crowded around Nancy's little kitchen table to eat. The Bog Thing silently offered Christine his can of Miracle Grow for her pizza, but the girl declined with a smile. After supper, Nancy resettled the Bog Thing in the shower with the grow light plugged into the safety socket for the hair dryer she didn't own. Christine was already yawning "You take the bed," said Nancy and I will take the chair, pointing to her large stuffed armchair. "Don't be silly, we can both fit in the bed," insisted Christine. Nancy gave the younger woman a close look. "You had a pretty traumatic day. I don't think you should be um doing certain things until you have fully recovered and are capable of making good decisions." Christine blushed a little. "I wasn't thinking of hanky panky, honest. I just don't want to be alone." Nancy could still see the fear in the back of the girl's eyes and finally nodded her agreement and the two women crowded together in Nancy's twin sized bed. Christine snuggled into Nancy and she was sound asleep in five minutes with one arm draped across the detective's chest and herface tucked into the side of Nancy's neck. . When Nancy woke up in the middle of the night, she found Christine sucking on one of her niples through her sleep shirt. "Ummm, Christine, what are you doing?" asked Nancy. "I thought we agreed no hanky panky." There was no reply and Nancy reached over to give the younger woman's shoulder a soft shake. "Hmmmmm? mumbled Christine through a mouthful of nipple and sleepshirt before raising her had to look at the detective. "Whats up? Is it morning already?" "Er, you seemed to be sleep sucking," said Nancy indicating her soaked sleep shirt where her nipple was doing its best to push through. "Ooops sorry," said Christine. "No wonder I was having such a nice dream." "No problem," replied Nancy. It wasn't like it was painful or anything. Rather nice actually." Christine looked down again at Nancy's hard nipples. "I know we said no hanky panky, but how about just a little hanky or a smidge of panky?" Nancy considered this for a moment. "Well if you are sure, maybe a little smidge wouldn't hurt." "Yes, just a smidge," agreed Christine and pulled Nancy's sleep shirt up to around her neck and went back to work, directly on the nipple this time , sucking on it and gently nibbling it which drew a soft moan of pleasure from Nancy. After a few minutes of this, Christine transferred her attention to Nancy's other nipple. "Do you think another smidge would be ok?" asked Christine after a while as she looked into Nancy's blue eyes. "Hmmm, I suppose another smidge might be considered theraputic," allowed Nancy. "Absolutely, very theraputic," agreed Christine and pulled her sleep shirt all the way off and then helped Nancy do the same. The younger woman moved to lie fully on top of the private eye and their lips met for a kiss. At that moment, the bathroom door opened and the Bog Thing shambled out. The two women lay there frozen in place, naked bodies rubbing together. The Bog Thing went to the fridge, took out a slice of the leftover pizza from supper and sprinkled a little Miracle Grow on it. The slime monster then picked up Mrs. Wong's flask, opened it and took a sniff. A shudder ran through the creature and it hurriedly put the cap back on the flask and set it down without drinking any of it. On its way back to the bathroom, holding its slice of pizza, the Bog Thing stopped and looked down at the two naked women in the bed. One huge red eye closed as if in a wink then it nodded at them and shambled back into the bathroom, closing the door silently after it. Nancy and Christine lay there staring at each other for several minutes and then burst out at the same time in nearly uncontrollable fits of laughter. Once the two blondes regained control of themselves, they resume the kiss, deepening it and exploring each other's mouth with their tongues and eah others naked body with gently stroking hands. "I am really finding this very theraputic," gasped Christine. "Perhaps still another smidge would be ok. I still remember how good it felt when you ate out my pussy in that mattress store." Nancy moved so Christine coud lay on her back and knelt between the perky blonde's spread legs. "That mattress store owner was sure pissed," giggled Nancy. "He said he would never be able to sell that mattress." "Actually, he did," giggled Christine. "I needed a new mattresss, so I offered him a quarter of the asking price and he jumped at it." Nancy let out a laugh and buried her face in Christine's muff, her tongue plungingdeep into the moist folds of the younger woman. "Oh fuck, that feels even better than I remember," gasped Christine as she ran her hands through Nancy's blonde hair, gasping and panting as she felt the detective's talented tongue probing her g spot. Nancy then began to alternate between probing Christine's pussy with her tongue and licking and sucking on her hard clit until the younger woman's hands made fists in Nancy's hair and a huge shudder ran through her body as she came. Nancy kept licking and sucking for several more minutes as the young blonde poured her honey over Nancy's face and into her mouth. When Christine finally unclenched her hands from Nancy's hair, the private eye moved back up the younger woman's body to kiss her again on the lips and share the taste of her juices with her while their two sets of large breasts pressed into each other. "I want to return the favour," panted Christine and Nancy didn't feel inclined to argue anymore. She decided they were well past a smidge now and into a full on hanky and possibly panky. The two women switched positions and Nancy spread her legs apart to give Christine complete access to her shaved pussy. "Damn, I love a shaved pussy," whispered Christine who had a neatly trimmed blonde bush. Then without further ado, the younger blonde attacked Nancy's cunt with her mouth like a starving woman seeing food for the first time in two weeks. Now it was Nancy's turn to moan and clench her hands in the other woman's shorter blonde hair. There was no mistaking the oral evidence that this was not Christine's first pussy. Christine set to work gently sucking and bitingng Nancy's clit while initially sliding two fingers into the detective's dripping slit. Nancy had to admit to being a bit surprised when the younger woman added a third finger and then a fourth and finally her entire hand was inside Nancy. Christine formed it into a fist and began to pump it in and out of the older blonde while continuingher oral assault on Nancy's clit. That brought on the first of Nancy's orgasms that night. The End