Delta City PI #2by DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction and contains adult content of a sexual nature.  Do not read unlesss you are 18 or older.  Nancy and Danielle are characters of my own creation, all others mentioned in this story belong to others.  If you want to use Nancy in any other story , feel free, but please keep her character in line with how she is presented in the previous story and this one.  Any and all feedback is welcome and can be sent to:

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Nancy heard the elevator doors open with a creak and a crunch as if someone had forced the rusted shut doors and she crossed to the light switch beside the door and flipped it off.  The blonde detective slipped off the safety on her gun and held it ready as she took up a position behind the inner office door.

Nancy heard the sound of footsteps echo down the corridor from the elevator and rather than the heavy sounds of booted feet that she had expected, she heard what sounded more like a light tap tap tap of heels on the worn out linoleum. The outer office door opened without a knock and the footsteps tap tap tapped their way acrosss the outer office and then the inner office door opened, again without a knock.  A hand reached through the darknesss and flipped on the light, and Nancy stepped out from behind the door with her gun levelled at the head of the intruder.

Rather than some hulking monster, which in Delta City could have been literally to be expected, the blonde found herself pointing her gun at a slim, dark haired woman.

"oh there you are," said the woman casually, ignoring the gun totally.  "Put that silly thing away and let's sit down and discusss just how long you have to live."

Nancy stood there uncertain what to do and feeling a trifle foolish with the gun in her hand as the woman seated herself calmly in one of the wooden guest chairs in front of her desk.

"Oh do come sit down," said the woman sounding a little peevish.  "I am not going to kill you, or at least not right away.  We need to talk."

Nancy closed the inner office door and not knowing what else to do at this point went and sat in her squeaky rolling chair, but kept the gun on herlap as she regarded her visitor.

The woman was a little smaller than her own five foot eight with long black hair that hung all the way down her back to her waist. and covered her forehead in bangs  It wasn't just black, it was a coal mine at midnight during a total eclipse black.  The eyes were a black to match her hair and Nancy found it difficult to meet that gaze without flinching as it felt like she was beingdrawn to her death in a black hole, or more correctly, two black holes.  Nancy was not much interested in fashion, but the white blouse, black blazer and short black skirt looked expensive and well tailored.  The detective looked down and saw a pair of black high heeled shoes.  There was not a hint of colour to the woman.  Nancy thought that if all you could see was the woman in a picture or video, you would never know if it had been shot in black and white or colour.  "Who the hell are you?" asked Nancy finally, breaking the silence.

"I am one of the beings that sent you that note," said the woman calmly as she crossed her legs and gestured at the tablet on Nancy's desk.  The leg crossing made Nancy blink and blush as the blonde PI was quite sure the woman was not wearing panties and also that the action had been very deliberate on her part.  "You humans are so very attached to your names, so I suppose you can call me Danielle.  Though my slaves call me Mistress," she said with a cold smile.

"And what do your friends and enemies call you?" asked Nancy feeling almost as if she had been prompted to ask that question.

"I have no need for friends," replied the woman matter of factly, "and I have no enemies either, or at least none that are alive enough to address me."

Nancy shrugged her shoulders which made her large breasts heave in her blouse and blushed a bit more as she saw the woman take in the movement and lick her lips in silent appreciation of those hhidden twin wonders of flesh.  "If thatcomment  was supposed to scare me, then you are going to have to do much better than that," smiled Nancy and patted her gun.  "And what exactly did you mean about 'you humans'?" she continued.

The dark haired woman just gave another cold smile and then pulled back the hair covering her forehead to display a small pair of horns that curved up slightly.  Danielle then also shifted in her chair and suddenly a long tail rose up to curl around her neck.  It was about the thicknesss of Nancy's wrist and ended in a thicker tip that looked more than a little phallic to the detective.

Nancy tried not to gape, but she found it difficult not to react visibly or to flinch back in her chair.  "I suppose the next logical question would be what are you?" she said as calmly as she could manage.

Danielle shrugged.  "It might depend on how religious you are.  Some might call my kind demons.  Those of a more scientific nature might consider me to be an alien race. My people are the creators and owners of this universe and as small and insignificant as you are, you have managed to annoy us and I was sent to deal with you."

Nancy arched an eyebrow.  "Well I must admit this is a first.  I have never met anyone who claimed to have created a universe before.  And by dealing with me, I assume you have come to try and kill me?"

Danielle shrugged again.  "There are many ways to deal with a problem.  Death is one, but another meaning of the word is that the two of us might come to a mutually agreeable result."  The woman paused for another cold smile which became a little sheepish.  "But the truth is that I cannot directly kill you, or I would already have done so."

This time, Nancy arched both eyebrows.  "Well, I am certainly glad to hear that," she said sarcastically.

"You should be," said Danielle earnestly.  "I can kill anyone from this universe with a snap of my fingers, but since you are not from my universe, I can do little to you directly.  Even as we speak, I am trying my best to teleport you into the heart of the sun, but all I can seem to accomplish is this...."

There was a series of popping sounds as the buttons on Nancy's blouse shot off to scatter around the office.  Then there was a sproing sound and the blonde detective's bra  popped open and fell onto the floor as Nancy's 38EE jugs bounced into view.

"It is rather amusing," said Danielle her black eyes very much focussed on Nancy's exposed tits.  "I could easily humiliate you in a public setting, but kill you directly...not so much"

The PI glanced down briefly at her exposed breasts, but made no move to cover them up.  She was not going to give this haughty woman or whatever she was, the satisfaction of shrieking like some coed who had discovered frat boys peeking in her window while she undressed.  "Well, I could die of the humiliation," Nancy said dryly.

"I wouldn't get too over confident if I were you," said Danielle sharply.  "I was careful to say I could not kill you directly, but indirectly is another matter.  It would be a simple matter to whisper something into the ears of someone like King Pimp or Dragon Queen and let them look after it for me."

That threat made Nancy squirm a bit mentally, but she did her best not to show it.  "All I have seen so far is a few little parlour tricks and some cosmetic surgery," said the blonde as she did her best to make eye contact with the woman sitting in front of her.

Danielle smiled.  "Well then, before we continue our dealing, let me provide you with a little demonstration of my powers.  Take my hand," she said standing up from the chair.  When Nancy hesitated, the dark haired woman added, "you have my word that my demonstration will not cause you any harm."

Nancy was not sure that the woman's word was worth anything, but she stood and came around the desk to take the woman's hand and a moment later the office blinked out of sight and the detective found herself in what appeared to be a lush tropical jungle clearing.

The sun was hot overhead, but before she could do much more than wish she had some sunblock with her, the blonde spotted a woman walking towards her down a path leading into the clearing.  It was a woman she recognized.  The woman was blonde, had boobs the size of watermelons and was wearing a very skimpy fur bikini.  The blonde woman could be no one other than the well known heroine Jungle Babe.  While the busty heroine often visited Delta City, her main prowling grounds were in Africa, which confirmed Nancy's guess as to their current location.

"What is this all about?" asked the detective turning to Danielle who was standing beside her still, but now dressed in a pith helmet, and a khaki coloured halter and shorts rather than the blazer and skirt she had been wearing.  Nancy also tried not to notice how very short those shorts were and how deep plunging the top was that displayed a set of boobs as big as her own.

The private detective was becoming just a bit worried that her near constant exposure, literally in some cases she thought looking down at her still protruding boobs, was starting to impact her thinking and raise her lbido.  Having seen exactly how disasterous that was for the heroines of Delta City, she thought she had a reason to be concerned.


"As I said, a simple demonstration," answered Danielle.  "I see you recognize the intrepid heroine walking towards us?" she said in a mocking voice, the mockery aimed at both Nancy and the big breasted blonde entering the clearing.

"Yes, of course.  She is Jungle Babe," asserted Nancy.

"Well, she is one of the prime test subjects in our experimentation. "  She saw Nancy give a slight start and gave that cold smile again.  "Yes, I read your reports to your employers and your assumptions were unfortunately very accurate.  We carry out experiments on the inhabitants of this universe, and the Aphrodite women in particular.'"

"The so called Queen of the Jungle makes for very interesting research.  We seeded the jungle with various rape plants which she has become very adept at detecting and avoiding."  Danielle paused and smirked.  "Of course thereseem to have been some inexplicable lapses in her detecting skills...almost as if the slut deliberately let herself be taken and raped"

Nancy glared at the woman.  "Considering how you engineered the Aphrodite gene, that is hardly surprising.  You don't blame the victim for being victimized, you blame the perpetrator."

Danielle rolled her eyes.  "Whatever," she muttered.  "But on the last reboot for Jungle Babe, we decided to introduce a new element into our experiment.  We have added stealthed rape plants to observe how she reacts and adapts."

"What?  Are you fucking insane?" shouted Nancy and looked around the clearing in some alarm.  She knew about rape plants, but had never, thankfully, run into one personally yet.  "Where, I don't see them."

"Duh," said Danielle sarcastically.  "Which part of stealthed didn't you understand?  The things are totally invisible to sight and all senses until a fertile woman comes intotheir zone of activity and then...well wham bam thank you maam."

It was at that point that Jungle Babe stepped into the clearing and suddenly without warning, four thick vines lashed out of what seemed to be empty air and snaked around one of her wrists and ankles and lifted the startled super heroine into the air.  There was a brief shimmer and the rest of the rape plant appeared.  The thing was about twelve feet in height with sickly green leaves and many more of those tentacle like vines wavingaround a central blotchy yellow blossom.  Even as Nancy watched, two more vines shot forward towards the captured Jungle Babe and attached to her costume and yanked both bottoms and tops off to expose her entire body to view.  Out tumbled those huge soft round tits and her shaved, slightly glistening pussy was exposed to view.

Nancy gave a cry and instinctively leaped forward to try and aid the captured heroine, but found she could not move.  Danielle held onto her hand and shook herhead.  "You cannot interfere.  We are here only in what you might call our astral forms.  Even if I let go of your hand, you would not be able to affect what you see, but would merely return to your physical body which is still back in your office.  Relax.  Enjoy what you are about to see."

Nancy glared daggers at the woman, but Danielle was totally immune to her anger and finally the private eye turned back to look at Jungle Babe with a sinking heart as she was pretty sure she knew what was coming next and she was right.  More vines slithered towards the suspended heroine who writhed and struggled in her bonds, making those large melons jiggle and bounce wildly, but she was held fast.  One vine slipped between the heroine's thighs and leaking a white sappy looking substance drove straight into her unprotected pussy.  Jungle Babe gave a cry of both rage and pleasure as she was thus penetrated and with her mouth wide open, a second vine pushed its way between her lips and into her throat.  As her inarticulate cry was brutally cut off, a third vine slipped between the trapped girl's ass cheeks and up into her ass.  Nancy saw Jungle Babe's eyes go wide in shock at the penetration, but was as helpless as the Queen of the Jungle to do anything as the vines began to pump in and out of the suspended body.

"Stop this at once you bitch," grated Nancy turning to Danielle.  To her disgust, the detective saw Danielle raptly watching the scene in front of them, her free hand having slipped into her shorts and the woman was obviously playing with herself as she watched Jungle Babe being plant raped.

"No," said Danielle in a slightly gasping voice.  "You wanted proof of who and what I am, so you are getting it.  Besides, this is way too much fun don't you think?"

"No," denied Nancy vehemently as she tried to look away, but kept finding her gaze returning to the scene in front of her.  The vines pumped into the helpless heroine for what seemed like an hour until suddenly they began to gush copious amounts of a white liquid into Jungle Babe's mouth, ass and pussy. There was far too much for the heroine to contain it all, and the sticky fluid poured from her holes to coat most of her body.  The threee spent vines retracted with audible popping sounds and Nancy thought this torment was over, but three new fresh vines took their places and the rape continued unabated.

"This variety doesn't impregnate the victim," said Danielle giving a soft moan of pleasure of her own as her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy with a slick sound in the silent jungle clearing.  "We are instead testing the sexual endurance of the subject."  Danielle glanced at the many, many tentacles of the rape plant.  "This will go on all night, so let us leave it and go back to your offi	ce to chat shall we?"

The scene in front of Nancy dissolved and a trembling detective found herself back in her office where she stumbled back to her chair.  Danielle sat back down as well in the same wooden guest chair and smiled at Nancy.  "Now where were we?" she asked sweetly. and Nancy noticed the womans clothes had reverted to their original state.

"Why?" cried Nancy after taking a moment to try and calm herself.  "Why are you doing this?"

"Our kind feeds on emotions," replied Danielle simply.  "Emotions such as anger, fear, hatred, sustain us, but it is sexual desire and lust that are the best emotions.  You might call them the caviar or the champagne of emotions. What you humands call perverted only enhances the energy we can absorb.  Just watching that big titted slut being fucked by the rape plant gave me enough power to wipe an entire city off the face of the earth if I chose to do so."

"But that is obscene," protested Nancy.  "You have no right to do these things, like what you did to poor Jungle Babe!"

"Poor Jungle Babe," scoffed Danielle.  "Didn't you see the look of pure pleasure on her face.  The nasty little slut enjoyed being raped.  She enjoyed the multiple orgasms the plant was giving her and will give her for several hours yet."

"Only because you engineered it that way," objected Nancy.

"Of course," agreed Danielle without rancor.  "We engineered the Aphrodite Gene to enhance sexual desire and pleasure so we can draw more power from it."

"You don't have the right to do this," protested Nancy again.  "You can't experiment on sentient life for your own perverse enjoyment."

"Why not?" asked Danielle calmly.  "We created this universe.  We own this universe.  It is ours to do with as we please..  It is all so simple.  When the universe is formed, in the first picoseconds of the big bang, certain physical constants such as the speed of light and the Universal Gravitational constant are set and those determine the physical nature of the universe.  When life is created, there are similar sexual constants that are defined and these determine sexual behaviour in the universe. Our race has learned how to manipulate those sexual constants.  A certain value of a constant might make homosexuality the norm or make bestiality a much sought after thrill instead of something wrong and taboo.  We are experimenting with those values to find the type of universe that best feeds us."

Nancy could only gape at the woman with sick horror.  This confirmed and went well beyond the theories she had advanced in her reports.  "And what about me?" she finally got the courage to ask, not really wanting to hear the answer, but having to have it anyway.

"You are an insignificant little nuisance to our plans," replied Danielle with a deaddly flicker in her black eyes.  "Without contact and support from your employers, you pose no threat to us."

Despite the woman's harsh words, Nancy felt there was something off here, something was not quite right about what the woman said, but she had no way of knowing what it was.  "If I am so insignificant, why are you bothering to even talk to me then?  You said you could not kill me directly, but you also said you could do so indirectly.  so, why haven't you?  Why are you here in my office?"

For the first time since she had entered the office, Nancy saw a flicker of uncertainty on the other woman's features.  It lasted only a split second, but Nancy was sure she had seen it.  "We, I can be generous.  I am considering giving you the great opportunity to work for me."

"You came to offer me a job?" asked an incredulous Nancy.

"Yes, you might prove to be useful to us to me, stated Danielle flatly, her eyes watching Nancy carefully.

Nancy sat back in her chair which gave another irritating squeak.  There was more to this offer than met the eye, thought the blonde.  It was interesting how the woman used pronouns.  I and We.  Were they the same for her?  Was it possible that there were factions in her people and that their intentions and goals were not uniform?  Did that help her at all?  "I can't see me working for you," said the PI finally with a feeling of dread in her heart.  "I have seen what you have done to the super heroines and to other innocent people.  I can't imagine ever working for you.  You are the very esence of what I hate and detest most."  Nancy stopped and waited for an angry response that would likely sign her death warrent unless her employers were somehow able to regain contact with her.

Surprisingly, the angry response Nancy expected didn't come.  "Ah the idealistic fool inside you speaks," mocked Danielle.  "Don't worry, I don't expect you to do anythingthat would harm your precious super bimbos or go against that supercillious moral code of yours.  Because of your outsider status, you are able to do things that I or we cannot.  That could be very useful to us, to me.  If we interfere too directly with our experiments, the results can be invalidated.  All that I would ask from you is that from time to time you might carry out errands for us, for me.  Clients might be  sent to you for you to help.  It might not even be obvious the clients come from us or what value they have to me.  You would not be expected to take any actions against the super heroines.  In fact, you can even continue to do what you have been doing...to continue your pathetic attempts to rescue them from their well deserved fates.  We, I have actually found your actions to be amusing, even entertaining at times.  I did so love the way you so willingly slid under that table to suck that big black cock of Cyril's.  It was one of the most delicious things I have seen.  Your oh so noble sacrifice for the cause of good."

Nancy's face heated at the sneer in the woman's voice and the thought that her actions had been observed and even turned this fiend on.   

"Some of us are even wagering on how long you will live if you continue on your chosen path.  I, we think it likely that you will fail one of these times.  You think you are so clever, so much smarter than those 'superior' women, but you can't win every time.  Perhaps next time the rape plants will get you or the mutoids or one of the numerous pimps or gangs.  It would be most entertaining to watch what happens to you when the inevitable occurs."

"I will try and make it entertaining for you," replied Nancy sarcastically.

"Please do," said Danielle, either not noticing the sarcasm or ignoring it.  "So do we have a deal?"

Nancy rocked back and forth in her chair and ignored the squeaking.  This deal terrified her, but she didn't see any other options at the moment.  It did have two major advantages.  Ok, if you counted keeping her alive, it had three.  First, it would buy her time for her employers to try and reestablish contact with her.  Second, it might allow her to gain more information about these beings, how they were organized, how many of them there were and how powerful they were.  Nancy was fairly sure Danielle had lied about some things, but what the lies were and whether she could make use of them, she didn't know.

"Let me get this straight," she said after thinking it over some more.  "The deal is you let me carry on as I have been doing and don't whisper sweet nothings into the ears of all the nasties about me and in exchange for that I carry out some jobs for you that don't involve me helping you capture, rape, torture or brutalize the super heroines or other innocent people?"

"You state things in a most unusual manner," replied Danielle, "but that is the essence of the deal."  Danielle smiled to herself.  This bitch could be very useful to her and far to stupid, as all humans were, to understand the machinations of her people and how seemingly small and insignificant actions might have profound effects.  The internal smile faded a bit as she once again considered this cow with her huge tits still exposed sitting there and lookingback at her.  Danielle wished she knew just what exactly the woman was.  She suspected she might be as genetically engineered as the Aphrodite women were.  Perhaps some inferior version of the gene, but she had been unable to analyze the genetic samples she had obtained from Nancy.  That should not have been possible.  It left a small area of uncertainty that niggled at her confidence.  On the other hand, there were signs that living in this universe might be affecting Nancy's behaviour and slowly corrupting her as she was constantly bombarded by sexual stimulation.  Would she be able to resist corruption or sucumb to it?

"Alright, you have a deal," said Nancy reluctantly, extending her hand across her desk to shake on it.

Danielle did not take the hand.  "A handshake?  I am sorry, but that is not how my people ratify a deal" and she grinned wickedly, once more moving her hair back to display the horns on her forehead.

"Er, how then?"asked Nancy who suddenly had visions of signing a contract written in blood.

Danielle smiled again and pushed her chair back a bit and pulled her skirt up to reveal her shaved and dripping pussy.  "Take your clothes off and then get down on yourknees and lick."

For a moment, Nancy considered refusing, but she needed this deal and it was hardly any different than what she had done for Cyril.  Most of her sexual experience had been "straight" but it would not be her first time with another woman.  Without saying a word, the blonde detective stood up and removed her blouse, skirt and panties, leaving her with only the low heeled boots she preferred.  Then the busty PI walked around the desk and got on her knees in front of the horned woman and bent her head down between her widespread legs.  There was a strong, musky oder comingfrom the woman's pussy, different than anything she could recall.  Nancy opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and ran it over the wet lips of the pussy.  It also tasted slightly different than any she had tasted before.  It was perhaps if anything a little sweeter, a little tastier than others.  Of course, she thought, if the apple was not so delicious in appearance and taste, how could it have so tempted Adam and Eve to their doom?

Danielle groanedd and grabbed the back of Nancy's head and pulled the detective'sface tighter against her pussy, demanding the blonde shove her tongue deeper between her moist folds into her dripping slit.  The dark haired woman ground her cunt into Nancy's face, making it glisten with her honey and then she uncoiled her tail and sent it questing.  

Nancy felt the tail slither down her back.  It felt incredibly hot as it rubbed on her bare skin and indeed the detective could feel the intense and abnormal heat radiating from the entire body of this woman.  Nancy paused in her lickingwhen she felt the tail rub over her own pussy lips, but Danielle held her head solidly in place.

"Keep lickingslut," moaned Danielle and the bulbous tip of her tail with its penis like shape began to push into Nancy's pussy.  Nancy gave a grunt as she felt it slip inside and begin to work its way deeper and deeper.  That tail was as thick as her wrist and oh god, so very hot.  The sensation provoked a small unexpected whimper from the PI, but Danielle just kept stroking her hair and pushing her tail in deeper and deeper.

Nancy fought to control the lust growing within her.  This was strictly businesss she told herself and nothing more, but she could not suppress another moan of pleasure as the tail began to slide in and out of her pussy, going faster and faster now.  The detective's mouth found Danielle's clit which was swollen to a good inch in length and she began to suck on it while sliding two fingers in and out of the woman's pussy.  

Danielle looked down at the blonde servicing her and gave an open smile, not a hidden one this time.  Perhaps this would aid in the corruption of the stupid bitch, but at the moment it didn't matter so much as the pleasure the blonde was giving her with her mouth and her wonderfully tight cunt as she fucked it with her tail.   The dark haired woman found herself moaning loudly and her pleasure building to a climax much faster than she could ever recall before.  Damn, this woman was special, so very very talented and then she could contain herself no longer and her pussy blasted a massive load of her girl cum onto the face of the detective and into her mouth making her cough and choke at the volume.  At the same time, her tail  throbbed and shuddered and began to pour its own load into the very surprised Nancy.  Hot thick jets of cum spewed from her tail until it filled the blonde's pussy to overflowing and trickled out to puddle on the floor where she knelt.

Nancy had been taken totally by surprise by the twin orgasms.  She had never experienced a woman squirting so hard or so much from her pussy and while that was surprising, the erruption of cum into her pussy from the tail was totally unexpected.  The combination overpowered the blonde detective and she felt her own orgasm errupt inside her as she squirted her own juices over the tail that still slid in and out of her.  The orgasm shocked Nancy by its occurance and intensity.  She had been forced to use sex in some of her dealings before, as with Cyril for example, but rarely had it ever resulted in her own orgasms and never one so devastating as this one.  The detective struggled valiantly to clear and focus her mind and shut off the pleasure.  Once more it made her worry that the longer she remained in this universe, the more it might start to affect her sexual desires.

Finally, the tail slipped out of the busty PI and Danielle stood up.  Her cum covered tail curled up to rub over Nancy's face and breasts.  The woman positioned it at Nancy's mouth and told her to lick it clean and the detective saw no option but to comply and took the penis shaped tip into her mouth and tasted the mixture of cum and her own juices which tasted incredibly good.

After a minute or two of this, Danielle sighed and glanced at her watch.  "Well as much as I have enjoyed your body whore, I have more important things to do.  We have a deal now, you and I.  I will be in touch when I have some work for you to do or you can expect me to send you a messenger or clients.  Do a good job and live.  Crosss me and die."  With that, the woman turned and abruptly left the office and a naked Nancy slumped against her desk.

Nancy watched the woman leave and a moment later heard the broken elevator start up and carry her away.  The detective couldn't help but think that she had made a deal with the proverbial devil.  She wondered if she would survive the deal and if she did, how would it change her?

The End