Delta City PI #25 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. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Delta City and the heroines such as Ms. Americana, Flag Girl and Lady Midnight belong to Mr. X. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use Nancy in your own stories as long as you keep her character in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Cyril slowly came awake with vague memories of a pleasant dream. In fact, things still felt rather pleasant. He opened his eyes and looked down at the top of a blonde head that was bobbing up and down on his very hard cock and decided that was probably the source of his pleasure. "What are you doing Nancy?" Cyril asked, reaching down a hand to gently run it through the soft hair and pull it back from the woman's face so he could see his cock sliding in and out of that oh so warm and wet mouth. It felt even better than the first time he had experienced the detective's oral skills under a table in the Pussycat club. "Sucking your cock?" said Nancy pulling her mouth off the ebony shaft long enough so she could look up at Cyril and speak. 'Surely you haven't forgotten what a blowjob is after that knock on the head from Morris?" "I haven't forgotten what a blowjob is," grinned Cyril. "I guess my question should have been why are you sucking on my cock?" Nancy shrugged. "There didn't seem like a good reason not to. I slept beside you naked all night and when I woke up, you had this morning woody and I figured I might as well make use of it." "I'm not complaining, please understand that," responded Cyril, "but I am not sure this is totally like you." "It isn't," agreed Nancy and then promptly put her mouth back onto Cyril's cock and began to push her face down on it, until the entire length disappeared between her lips. Cyril let out a moan of pleasure as he felt his dick push into the blonde's throat and she held it there for some time while his balls grazed her chin and she stared him in the eyes. Nancy slowly pulled her mouth back, dragging her tongue over the underside as she did so, the length of Cyril's cock until only the large head remained in her mouth and she swirled her tongue around it before pushing it into the slit. "I think it is hard enough now," said Nancy letting the glistening cock slip out of her mouth. "Hard enough for what?" gasped Cyril. "To fuck me," said the private eye as she moved her body up to straddle Cyrils waist, positioning the head of his cock against her dripping slit. Nancy, I am not sure we should do this," moaned Cyril as he felt the warmth of the blonde's flesh on the head of his cock. "Why not?" asked Nancy with a wicked grin. "You wanted to fuck my cunt ever since we first met a year ago." "I, sure can't deny that," agreed Cyril as he watched Nancy start to lower herself onto his cock and he could both see and feel the tip start to push between her netherlips into her pussy. "But why now all of a sudden?" "Because I want a cock inside my pussy," said Nancy simply and then it was. The first few inches of Cyril's manhood slid into that wet channel and more and more began to disappear into heaven as the detective continued to lower herself onto his cock. "I, I think something is wrong with you, gasped Cyril as he tried to fight his instincts to just lay back and enjoy something he had been dreaming about since meeting this woman. "Could be, don't care," moaned Nancy as she impaled her pussy on his rod until it touched her cervix. Nancy grunted and kept going down and Cyril felt his cock squeezed tight as it popped through the cervix into her womb and the entire length was buried in the blonde. "Oh fuck Nancy, this is not a good idea," moaned Cyril and then he couldn't help himself and began to buck his hips back and forth as he gave into the pleasure. Nancy began to use her leg muscles to push herself up and down on Cyril's cock, timing her motions now to his thrusts so the shaft went in as deep as it possibly could. The PI grabbed her bouncing breasts in her hands and began to squeeze the soft mounds and play with her nipples as she rode him. For a good ten minutes, Nancy did squat thrusts on Cyrils cock until he just couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck, Nancy, I am going to cum" gasped Cyril, "are you sure you want me to do that?" "Yep," replied Nancy continuing to slide herself up and down on his member. "I want to feel this thing blast off inside my pussy. I want you to fill me up with cum" "And what if I knock you up?" grunted Cyril trying to hold back just a bit longer. "You won't," Nancy assured him, 'but if you did, we could have a good time raising a baby together." The blonde gave an uncharacteristic gigle and then slammed her pussy down all the way one last time on Cyril's cock and that was just too much for any man and he began to shoot his thick load of spunk into her womb. Cyril shot blast after blast into the blonde who gave a loud cry of her own and the pimp felt his cock and balls being coated with Nancy's squirting juices. When Cyril finally stopped shooting cum into her pussy, Nancy pulled herself off it with a moist squishy sound and once more took Cyril's cock into her mouth and began to lick and clean it tenderly with her tongue. When the blonde removed her mouth once more, Cyril could see his cock was still very much erect. "Now I want to feel that beast in my ass," said Nancy getting onto all fours on the bed with those marvelously large melons dangling down. Cyril still felt something wasn't right with the detective, but he was too overcome with lust at the moment to question it any more. He found himself behind Nancy grabbing her hips and then pulling her ass cheeks apart to get at her butt hole. There was only a small sigh of pleasure from the blonde when he pushed his cock inside her ass. "That's it, fuck it feel so good," moaned Nancy and she pushed her ass back towards the club owner trying to swallow up his entire member. "Shove it all the way in and fuck my ass hard." Cyril felt like he was in some wet dream that exceeded his greatest expectations and he once more began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of that tight ass which was squeezing his cock so wonderfully. "You like having this black cock in your white ass whore?" he heard himself asking, not sure where that had come from except some deep, dark fantasy he had kept inside him. He had come to respect this woman too much to say things like that, but now it just slipped out of him and felt so right inthe moment. "Yes, I love your big black dick in me," moaned Nancy. "Fuck me like I am one of your nasty whores. Fuck me harder. Do whatever you want. Pimp my ass on the street if you want, but just fuck me hard and deep." In the mood he was in, Cyril didn't have to be told twice and he began to slam his hard cock in and out of the woman's ass as hard and as fast and as deep as he could. He saw those huge white jugs, topped with those erect pink nipples swaying and bouncing wildly with each thrust of his cock into her ass. This time he didn't bother to warn the slut of his impending climax, but just shoved his dick in as deep as it could go and started to shoot his jizz deep inside her. "Babe, don't get me wrong," said Cyril a while later as they lay cuddled up on the bed while he caressed and played with those massive breasts, "that was a great fuck, but I still can't shake the feeling something is wrong with you. The things you did, the way you talked was wild. You were fevered and I seemed to have caught it for a while with some of the things I said."" "Don't worry about it," Nancy assured him. "I liked it." Nancy sighed. "I know. I was going to say it started yesterday out at the Hood mansion, but that's not really true. It really started a year ago when I first came to Delta City. I was never a prude about sex, I couldn't be in my line of work and the places I go, but I was never so sexually active. Delta City affects people and it is affecting me. I have tried to resist it, but with only limited success. I think my association with Danial and Danielle has made things more intense and even that went up a notch yesterday at the Hood's. I could tell something was wrong when I left there and then last night with Kitty Kat, it felt like I was the cat in heat and just couldn't help myself." Nancy went quiet then, enjoying the feel of Cyril's large hands on her breasts. She hadn't told him about the red marks on her forehead which she hoped the makeup still covered, and she had let her hair fall down over her forehead to hide them better. "I just hope you won't regret what we did," said Cyril quietly. "I don't and I won't," promised Nancy. "We have come a long way since we first met. I do consider you a good friend and I don't regret the sex we just had though your mother sure might." Cyril made a face. "She was at the hospital when I woke up. She even told me that I didn't have to worry about the PUssycat Club anymore and that I should just forget about it and go home with her like I was some little kid again who had run away from home. I made her tell me what she had done with those legal documents which was why I new to do what I did and get here as quick as I could. I would like to say I wished I had gotten here sooner, but I have to admit watching you eating out Kitty Kat was pretty hot." Nancy smiled and reached down to give Cyril's cock a light squeeze. "You want to tell me what is going on with you and your mother?" Cyril shook his head. "Maybe sometime. There is just too much pain and crazyness mixed up in that story for me to deal with it right now." "Fair enough," said Nancy, not pushing it. "How are you feeling? I know you enjoyed our fucking, but I think I did see you wince a few times when I was riding you." "It was worth it," grinned Cyril. "I don't think I will ever forget the feel of your pussy on my dick and the way those boobs of yours were bouncing around. The sleep sure help, but I am still kind of sore and I think I will be for the next few days." "Well, I will try and be around as much as I can," said Nancy. "Right now, you better show me your shower and then I better get to work." "Did you want an encore in the shower?" asked Cyril and felt his cock twitch even as he made the suggestion. "That was the plan," replied Nancy as she took Cyril's rapidly hardening cock in her hand and led him to the bathroom. "I want you to give your white whore another good fucking." * * * After exiting Cyril's apartment and the Pussycat Club, Nancy sat in the driver's seat of her Honda and looked in her rearview mirror again. The spots were redder than the day before, and when she touched them, they were now slightly raised bumps. The blonde detective was certain this was somehow the work of the demons and what had happened at Hood's mansion the day before. Thinking of the Hood's made Nancy pull out her phone and call to see how things were there. It was Jenny Tuck who answered and the former executive assistant and future wife to Robert Hood assured her that all was well. The sexual problems they had experienced were all gone and while there had been some significant celebration sex, everyone seemed to feel things were back to normal. The only thing of note was that Sherry and Iffy had decided to stop sharing a room and Nancy thought that was a good sign. Nancy thanked her for the update and made Jenny promise to phone if there was any change in that status. So, it just seems to be me, thought Nancy. As much as I don't want to, I think I am going to have to have another chat with Danielle and Danial. I just wish I could think of a way to do it without getting my brains fucked out by them. Or do I? The thought of sex with the demons had suddenly sent a tingle through Nancy's pussy and she had recognized it as a tingle of anticipation and desire. Fuck, what I really need is a way to get rid of the bastards permanently. Nancy sighed and rearranged her hair to cover the red bumps and put the car in gear. Not having any ideas at the moment about how to resolve her demon problem, the private eye decided to concentrate on the missing Aphrodite women instead. There were still eight of her original list of twelve that she hadn't accounted for yet, but the missing Anna was the freshest case and the most pressing. The only thing she knew about the missing woman that Susan had told her was that she had worked for Wade-Mart, so that would have to be her starting point. * * * "Oh yes, that's it, cum in my ass brother dear," moaned Danielle as Danial fucked her from behind while they both watched Nancy and Cyril fucking in the shower. Danial exploded with his load of hot cum in his sister's ass just as Cyril finished emptying another load into Nancy's pussy as she was leaned against the wall in Cyril's shower with her legs spread wide. "Soon she will be ours completely," gasped Danial as he pulled his cock out of his fellow demon. "Her lust is increasing steadily now and she can't control it. Soon, she will be ready for the next step in her conversion. In the meantime, she is certainly providing us with plenty of entertainment and sexual energy for us to feed on." "No more than 24 hours and she will be ours," agreed Danielle. "Let's Replay last night one more time." The demoness waved a hand and the image changed to show Nancy crawling across the floor to eat out Kitty Kat. As they watched, Danielle laid back with her legs spread wide while Danial buried his face in her pussy and began to tongue her clit even as the detective was doing the same thing to the feline villainess. "Poor Kitty Kat thinks her primary objective is to take over the Pussycat Club. That might be useful, but having her push dear sweet Nancy to new hiehgts of depravity is much more important." "Mmmmmhhh," came Danial's muffled agreement as his tongue was buried in his sister's cunt. * * * "I'm sorry Ms. Peye, but our company privacy policy doesn't permit me to tell you anything about who we employ," said the man sitting across the desk in the Wade-Mart HR office. "I appreciate your ethical stance Mr. Vance," said the detective reading his name from his desk name plate, "but surely the right to privacy is trumped by the safety of your employees? The woman I am trying to find has been missing for three days. All I need from you is a last name and an address, so I can see if she is alright. It might help you to retain a valuable employee." Larry Vance shrugged. "There are plenty of fish in the sea Ms. Peye. I have over five hundred applications from people wanting to work here. If this Anna doesn't show up for her next shift, I will simply hire another drone to replace her. I might, however, be able to help you under the right circumstances." "Oh?" inquired Nancy as she watched the man lick his lips and glance pointedly at her breasts. "Well, if you were to crawl under my desk and service my cock properly, I might be able to check my records while you were doing that," the HR director said with a smirk. Nancy considered this for a moment. It might be the simplest way to get the information, and that growing part of her cried out for her to do exactly what the worm suggested. Nancy stood up and moved around the desk as Vance's smile grew larger. The smile abruptly vanished, however when Nancy reached down and pulled him out of his chair by his throat and dangled him with his feet in mid air. On the other hand. "You will provide me with the information immediately or I will snap yourscrawny, worthless neck," said Nancy calmly. Vance's eyes bulged in his head as he struggled to breath. "Security camera," he gasped out cutting his eye to the ceiling mounted device. "Scrambled," replied Nancy pulling her tablet from her trenchcoat pocket. "Assuming the fools in your security office are even paying attention to their duty, your camera still shows you and me having a very pleasant discussion. They won't realize anything is wrong until they find your corpse. Now do you think you can find the information I want?" The man nodded his head and Nancy dropped him back into his chair. * * * Larry Vance sat there unmoving in his chair for several minutes after the woman had left. He had two weeks holiday time banked and he thought he just might use it rightnow. When the woman had been holding him by his throat, he could have sworn her eyes had started to glow red. Yes, maybe an all-inclusive at a Mexican resort was what he really really needed and maybe when he got back he would take that gender sensitivity course he made everyone else take, but had never done it himself. * * * Nancy surveyed the small apartment of Anna Kristoff whose address Larry Vance had so helpfully provided, and didn't like what she saw. The living room of the 17th floor apartment showed signs of a struggle with an overturned chair and books and CD cases scattered around the floor. Nancy bent down and picked up a broken Elton John CD case by the edges, so as not to leave any fingerprints. It looked like it had been stepped on, and the detective put it back precisely the way she had found it. It didn't look like a robbery as the television and laptop were still there as well as a cell phone on the coffee table. Nancy peeked in the bedroom and it seemed undisturbed. From the unpaid bills on the kitchen table and the pay stubs from Wade-Mart, it looked like Anna was barely making enough to pay her rent. There was also one pay stub for The Fire Pit, a new bar that had opened a few months ago. It was only for a few hours, so maybe Anna had gotten some casual work. Hopefully, the tips gave her enough money to buy groceries. Nancy stepped out of the apartment and frowned at the deadbolt lock. It didn't show any signs of having been forced and had been unlocked when she had arrived. It was a miracle that anything of value was still left in the apartment. The neighbor on one side wasn't home. The neighbor on the other side was a middle aged, chain smokingwoman who wanted five bucks for smokes before she would answer any questions. She had heard loud noises from Anna's apartment three nights previously. She hadn't called the cops since it was none of her business and besides it was probably just the girl and her boyfriend fucking. Had the woman seen a boyfriend? No,that was just what the woman assumed the noise was. She didn't even know Anna's name. Nancy called Cindy Kelly from her car outside Anna's apartment building to report what she had found. Cindy promised to send around a patrol car and to enter Anna's name into their missing persons database. "Care to settle a bet?" asked Cindy when she had taken down all the information Nancy had on Anna. "What's the bet?" asked Nancy cautiously when she heard that particular tone in Cindys voice. "I bet Ellen ten bucks you fucked Cyril last night after we all left," smirked Cindy. "I am totally appalled that you would think such a thing," replied Nancy. "At least Ellen defended my virtue." Cindy snickered. "She just thought Cyril was too wasted to do the nasty." "Well you both win then, I suppose," sighed Nancy. "Cyril was too tired last night,but we did it like bunnies this morning if it is any of your business." Cindy laughed. "Well since Katy Wong isn't here, let me ask it for her. Did you get any pictures that you can show?" "None that you are going to ever see," said Nancy and disconnected. * * * Captain Glory strolled down the gravel path that ran through Perez Park in full costume. He was getting odd looks from people who passed him and he scowled. It wasn't like the people were not used to seeing costumed heroes, but they kept looking at his chest and then turning surprised looks up at his face as if they couldn't deal with the fact that a hero might not have a set of barely covered melons affixed to their chest. Suddenly up ahead, he saw a man rip the purse off the shoulder of a female pedestrian and dash off. Finally, something to do besides sit in his motel room watching Seinfeld reruns. Captain Glory broke into a run and was rapidly gaining on the perpetrator when a lithe female form flashed by him "Don't have a heart attack old man," yelled a young female voice. "Let a superior woman handle this!" The thief heard the voice and he promptly darted into the bushes with the girl in pursuit. Captain Glory slowed to a walk and heard the sounds of bodies moving through the bushes. He had time to processs the red, white and blue costume and the blonde hair, so he identified the heroine as Flag Girl, the sidekick to Ms. Americana. Should he go in the bushes to offer his help? No, that was against the hero code. He wouldn't want someone barging in on his fight, even though that was precisely what Flag Girl had done to him. Captain Glory sighed and found a bench near the path and sat down. If Flag Girl called for help, then the code would let him assist her, but until then he had to sit and wait. The hero soon became aware of voices and sounds coming from the bushes. "Ok, miscreant, I have you now!" came Flag Girl's voice. That was followed by a thump sound as if someone had run into a tree unexpectedly. "Ouch, where did that tree come from? The damn Ewoks made it look so easy. Now where did he....hey give that back! That's my power belt you idiot. Eeek, now that's not nice, give me my top back. I can't punch you and cover my boobs at the same time can I? What do you mean you will give them back if I blow you? No fucking way you pervert! Now put that phone away and stop taking pictures. Ok, ok, one quick blowjob and you give me my top and power belt back right?" For a few minutes, CaptainGlory sat there hearing a wet gurgling sound coming from the bushes along with an odd choking gasp. Then he heard a moan which half brought him to his feet and a faint splattering sound. "I didn't say you could do it on my face, you perv," came Flag Girl's indignant voice. There was the sound of what seemed like a fist hitting a jaw which made Captain Glory stand up, poised to intervene, but before he could enter the bushes, Flag Girl emerged with the thief slung over one shoulder, carrying her shredded top and the purse in the other hand and cum dripping from her face. The girl stopped and glared at Captain Glory, though it took at least thirty seconds for her large jugs to stop quivering after her legs stopped moving. "What the fuck are you looking at you old perv? I bet you were out here jerking off while you thought about my sweet teen body kneeling in the bush servicing his cock!" she snapped. Captain Glory just shook his head, tearing his eyes from the girl's jiggling breasts and walked away without saying a word. * * * Nancy sat in her Honda, parked across the street from the Fire Pit watching people go in and out of the bar. She didn't like what she saw. The people were almost all male, with very close cropped hair, well muscled and either wearing camoflage jackets or some other clothing of military origin. That could only mean one thing in her experience. Mercenary bar. Nearly every large city the detective had been in had one. The place where former military vets and merc want to be types hung out while they waited for the next contract from some tin pot dictator who needed loyal muscle. Well, loyal as long as they were paid that is. Most of the men in these places were not bad men. They were just men who were addicted to the adrenaline rush they got from violence and the possibility of sudden death. They had their own code of conduct for the most part, but there were always a significant number of them who didn't care how dirty the job was as long as they were well paid for it. A private detective would not be welcome in a merc bar thought Nancy looking down at her trenchcoat. Hmm, there had been a Salvation Army Thrift Store a few blocks back. They should have what she needed. A few minutes later, the blonde private eye stepped out of the store with a plastic bag and looked around. Damn, it looked like she was going to have to do the super heroine strip and change in an alley as there was no other alternative. Nancy ducked into the nearest alley, crouched behind a dumpster and began to strip off her clothes. "Hey, nice tits sweetie," came a drunken male voice from deeper in the alley and with her top in her hand and boobs fully exposed, Nancy turned to glare at the homeless man who had just stuck his head up from under what Nancy had thought was just a pile of garbage. "Go back to sleep. You are just having a nice dream," she told him and finished stripping down to her panties. "Hell of a nice dream," muttered the man who kept watching as the blonde pulled clothes out of a plastic bag and put them on. Nancy was now dressed in a very tight, low scooped light blue sweater that showed an abundance of cleavage and a short, but not hooker short navy blue skirt. She had exchanged her sensible boots for a pair of black high heels. Again not hooker or super heroine high, but not something anyone sane would want to try running in. To complete the ensemble, Nancy donned a pair of black rimmed glasses and a shoulder length brunette wig. The bum had fallen back asleep by the time Tatianna Sorenko left the alley, dropped her old clothes in the Honda and strolled into the Fire Pit. The place was a dive bar and that was being generous, thought Tatianna. Trudy kept the long wooden bar in the Pussycat Club gleaming and pristine. The bar that ran along the wall to Tatianna's left looked like it had been used for axe throwing practice. There were some three dozen mismatched tables with equally mismatched chairs that took up most of the rest of the room, except for a fairly new pool table on the far right. The place smelled of cheap aftershave, sweat and testosterone. A few of the people at the tables and the bar stools were women, but they looked more masculine than many of the men with their short cut hair and bulging muscles. A few people were smoking big cigars, but there was no haze of cigarette smoke. The modern merc went to the gym, and took care of his or her body, though one of the cigar smokers was a woman, noted Tatianna. "What can I get for you little lady?" asked the bartender who had watched her cross the room as if expecting her to turn and run when she realized she was in the wrong place. "My name is Tatianna Sorenko," she said in her best thick Russian accent and made sure to lean forward to give the bartender a good look down her top. "My friend is anna Kristoff. She work here. I come look for her." The bartender shook his head. "Anna isn't working today. She never showed up for her shift. I had to phone Cathy over there to replace her." The bartender gestured to a dirty blonde who was in the process of delivering a large tray of beer mugs to one of the far tables. "I vory about my friend Anna. She not been home in three da," said Tatianna as she watched the tables via the mirror behind the bar to see if Anna's name drew any reaction. Bingo. I better buy a lottery ticket on the way home if I am going to be this lucky, she thought as a pair of guys snapped their heads around to stare at her back from their table near the pool table. "Sorry, can't help you," shrugged the bartender who moved away to refill the glass of a man sitting at the far end of the bar. A few minutes later, one of the men who had reacted to anna's name sat down on the empty stool next to Tatianna. She could feel him looking her over carefully, or at least certain parts of her very carefully. "Can I buy you a drink?" he finally asked. "Vodka, no ice" said Tatianna when the bartender came back at the man's signal and pointed to her. "I'll have the same and bring the bottle," said the man to the bartender. "My name is Greg. I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything, but I heard you mention Anna's name and that you were looking for her. Come sit with me and my buddy Digger and I can tell you what I know about her." "You know where Anna is?" asked Tatiana looking relieved as she took her drink and followed Greg over to the table where Digger, presumably not his given name, was waiting. Both men looked to be in their mid twenties, white with short cropped hair. Greg was blonde and Digger had brown hair. Both were wearing military style olive green outfits that could have been uniforms if you added the insignias. "Anna never mentioned having any close friends," said Digger after introductions had been made, his eyes only briefly leaving Tatianna's cleavage to look at her face.. "Ve only meet few week ago," said Tatianna slugging back her drink and wondering how many earthworms had been squeezed to produce the liquid. "Ve talk about maybe become roommates. Share rent." "Really?" said Greg as he refilled Tatiannas glass. "Yeah, rent is pretty high in Delta City." "Is good vodka," lied Tatianna as she downed her second drink and that nice man Greg poured her another one while grinning at Digger who grinned back. "So vhere is Anna?" asked Tatianna as she poured backher third drink. "oh, she is staying with a friend of mine," said Greg. "We can take you to see her if you like?" "After a few more drinks," said Digger and poured another one for Tatianna. "You both nice men," said Tatianna and hiccuped. "Very nice," and she polished off the fourth drink. "You good guys," she slurred. "Some guy, they take advantage of vowman alone." "Shocking," said Greg as he poured Tatianna another drink. "You don't have to worry about us. Digger and I are true gentlemen." "Yes I know dis," agreed Tatianna and slammed back drink number five. "So, how long have you been in Delta City?" asked Greg. "Do you have family here? Friends?" he asked and poured Tatianna another drink. "Two week," said Tatianna trying to concentrate. "No family. Come from Russia where they make best vodka. Not like this swill," and she drank the sixth glass. "Send money home when find job. Anna only person I know here. Vell, now you two." Abruptly, Tatianna's eyes crossed and her head fell forward to thunk on the table. A moment later she began to snore. "Fuck, we didn't even need to put anything in her drink," snickered Greg as he looked at Digger. "She will get us a good price with hooters like those. You grab one arm and I'll take the other and we'll walk her out. This will fill our quota for the next delivery." "We should get a bonus for those boobs," agreed Digger and he helped Greg get the woman to her feet and they walked her out the door. A few of the other patrons glanced their way, but decided it was none of their business and went back to their conversations and drinking. * * * "I gotta see those tits," said Greg as he climbed into the back of the van as Digger drove through the streets of Delta City. "I should have known something was up when you told me I could drive," laughed Digger as he glanced in the rear view mirror and saw his buddy pull the girls sweater up to bunch around her neck and expose a monster set of round, soft boobs. "Fuck, look at those babies," said Greg as he took one in each hand and began to squeeze them. "I once saw that bimbo Ms. Americana get topped on television and this bitch looks almost as big as the fucking Queen of Sluts. Hell, her nipples are even erect. I guess the alcohol turned the slut on." Digger heard the sound of a zipper and he took his eyes off the road to glance in the mirror again. He could see Greg slide his cock between those big tits and then wrap the huge mounds around his shaft as he began to titty fuck the unconscious woman. He was so mesmerized by the sight, he nearly missed the turnoff from the highway onto a side road as they were now a couple of miles out of the city. "Oh fuck, this feels good," groaned Greg. "You will have to give her a try when we get to the farm house. Her boobs are so fucking soft I am going to blow my nut all over these babies anytime now." "Go right ahead," said Digger. "That leaves her pussy all nice and fresh for my dick." Greg didn't reply, but just kept sliding his cock back and forth in the bitch's deep cleavage until he gave a loud moan and began to blast his seed. The first thick wad smacked the woman in her chin and then he concentrated on giving her the perfect pearl necklace. * * * Greg and Digger hauled the sleeping woman out of the van and led her into the farmhouse with one of her arms draped around each of their shoulders. Digger was trying not to get any ofGregs jizz on himself as it dripped from her face. Inside the house, they got Tatianna into one of the bedrooms where three other women were chained to beds. They all looked up hopefully when the bedroom door opened, but their eyes all fell when they saw Greg and Digger carrying in their latest victim. "Cheer up bitches," said Greg. "This whore completes our quota. We will be shipping you out tomorrow and you wil soon have nice new homes in a brothel down in Mexico where you will get all the fucking and sucking you can handle." This didn't seem to cheer the women up as they watched Greg and Digger drop Tatianna on the fourth and last small bed. "Hey wake up bitch, I said we would bring you to your friend Anna," laughed Greg and gave Tatianna a slap acrosss the face while Digger produced some chains from under the bed and leaned over to attach them. Anna Kristofff looked up from her sobbing in surprise to take another look at this strange woman. Nancy decided it was time to wake up. Too bad for these assholes that alcohol had zero effect on her and she kicked Digger in the face as he was bending down to put the shackles on her ankles. The man flew back and crashed into the wall and slumped to the floor stunned. Greg was still turning back from looking at his buddy's slumped form when a fist came up to catch him on the jaw and he staggered backwards and landed half sprawled on Anna's bed. He wasn't quite out cold since Nancy hadn't had good leverage for her punch, but he was shortly rendered unconscious when Anna smashed him in the head with the chains on her wrists. "Good job Anna," said Nancy sitting up. "Do I know you?" asked a puzzled Anna as Nancy went over to Digger and finding him still awake, picked him up and smashed his head into the wall a couple of times until he was definitely not awake. "Your friend Susan came to my office worried about you," said Nancy. "I'm a private detective and she hired me to find you." "Susan!" exclaimed Anna. "I was so paranoid, I never even told her my last name. We would meet and talk over a drink after work, but I never would have dreamed she would care enough to hire someone to come looking for me." "I think she felt that TLMs should stick together," replied Nancy. "I'm ashamed to say, I am not sure I would have done the same in her place," said Anna thoughtfully. "It's lucky for Cora, Yolanda and me that she's a better person than I am." "Don't be so hard on yourself," admonished Nancy. "You don't always know what you would do in a situation until you face it. You might have surprised yourself, or if you prefer, consider it a chance to be better than you think you are." Anna nodded her head and Nancy went to each girl and undid their shackles without needing a key which didn't seem strange to the three women as they had seen a few odd things in their lives in Delta City. Nancy then remembered her wig and glasses and took them off. "Hey, I know you," exclaimed Yolanda. "You were the one who did that porn special on television." "And the stripper," said Cora. "Detective Boobs wasn't it? You came in second to Dragon Queen in the poll on the most immoral woman in Delta City. You are afucking celebrity!" "I do hope to live my notoriety down someday," sighed Nancy as she picked up Greg and Digger and chained them to the beds that Cora and Yolanda had been on. * * * Several hours later, Nancy had just gotten back to her apartment, planning to get some pizza for supper before going to the PUssycat, when her phone rang. She had spent the intervening time giving her statement to the cops and at least a couple of the officers who had responded after Nancy had phoned Cindy had not looked very happy about busting up a white slavery ring. Nancy had taken note of their names and badge numbers for future reference. "Nancy? This is Angela Greer," said the voice in her ear. "I have been trying to get you all afternoon, but all I got was voice mail." "Sorry about that," said Nancy. "I was on a case and had to have my phone off. I just got home and was going to check messages when your call came in." "No worries, I understand completely," said Angela and being Lady Midnight, Nancy knew that the woman understood totally the need sometimes to not have your cell phone ringing in the middle of some things. "I just wanted to tell you the news, so you didn't hear it from the media first, but Megan Fitzpatrick is going live on tv right now. Turn it on. I'm sorry as fuck about this, but we can talk later." Nancy disconnected and turned on the small black and white television she had, fiddling with the antenna to get a clearer picture. She felt her heart racing a bit as she saw Megan's face come into focus. While she and the reporter had buried the hatchet, Nancy still couldn't help but remember their first encounter and her rather humiliating exposure on prime time television with Megan doing commentary. Nancy was rapidly running through recent events in her mind, wondering if more embarrassing video footage was about to make the airwaves. "In a shocking development in the Skylar Bridge and Randy Oaks case, it has been discovered that Bridge's private island in the Delta City bay is in international waters. That means the Delta City PD has no jurisdiction there and cannot set foot on it to apprehend the two men and their employees who fled bail yesterday. This information came from Bridge's lawyer, just as Assistant DA Angela Greer was attempting to convince the Delta City PD to form a task force to apprehend them. The information has subsequently been confirmed by federal officials. Somehow when the survey of Delta City was done originally, the island was not included, which means it is not part of the United States and that puts it beyond the jurisdiction of the police. Any expedition to the island has been cancelled while the police consult with federal authorities to see if there is anything that can be done to return the men to face justice. Bridge is or was facing murder charges in the death of Fancy Pope, while Oaks is charged with the rape of local private detective Nancy Peye." Nancy managed to turn the tv off before she put her fist through the screen. Suddenly, she felt a throbbing coming from the two bumps on her forehead and when she put her hand up to touch them, the blonde found they had grown. * * * Nancy changed into her hooker outfit before leaving for the Pussycat Club. As she was changing into the halter top and micro mini skirt, she considered the black thong she normally wore with the outfit and tossed it back into her wardrobe. What the hell do I need that for,, she thought and felt the bumps on her forehead pulse as if inagreement with the decision. Nancy arrived at the club about a half hour before it opened for customers and found Cyril in the office. "Hey babe," he said with a smile when he saw her and then blinked when she sat down in one of the guest chairs and crossed her legs. "Er, that is a new look for you," he added. Nancy frowned in puzzlement for a few seconds and then realized she had flashed him when she crossed her legs in that way too short skirt. That reminded her of something or someone and it took another few seconds to trace down that memory. It had been the female demon Danielle in her office the first time they met. Now wasn't that weird? "I need to do laundry," she lied and gave Cyril a wink. Since Cyril was still bruised and stiff, Nancy did the opening MC work for the strippers and made sure her top came untied a couple of times to let her boobs pop out for the paying audience who loved it. Nancy didn't notice Cyril standing beside Trudy at the bar frowning when she did this. It was a couple of hours later and Nancy was back in the office when Cyril's cell phone rang. He answered the call and clearly it was not good news, but Nancy couldn't tell what it was all about from just listening to Cyril's end of the conversation. "Don't worry about it," said Cyril into the phone. "Your son is the most important thing. I'll take care of it." "What was that about?" asked Nancy as Cyril hung up and turned to his computer. "That was Debbie. Her son is running a fever and she has to take him to the ER. The problem is, she had a booking with a client in half an hour. In fact, it is the same guy from the night you saved her from those goons. I am going to have to try and cancel him since there isn't time to get another of the girls to cover it." "Don't do that, I will go," said Nancy standing up and grabbing her purse from the desk. "What? Are you serious?" said Cyril staring at the detective in shock. "I can't ask you to do that." "You didn't ask, I volunteered," replied Nancy. "It is quiet here tonight and you don't really need me. Kitty Kat is scared off for the moment and Frank can finish the MC work. Just tell him to keep his shirt on." Nancy swung the monitor around to get the motel name and room number and then was out the door while Cyril still sat there with his mouth hanging open. * * * Nancy knocked on the door of room 42 of the Comfort Motel near the airport. The middle aged man that she remembered from the other night opened the door after peering through the peephole at her. Apparently, he had learned some caution from his encounter with Kitty Kat's thugs, but was still too horny to give up on the ladies for his entertainment. Nancy knew that Karl Jansen was a sales rep for a toy company and made regular trips to Delta City to peddle his wares to the local businesses. "Hey sugar," drawled Nancy, "Debbie couldn't make it, so I hope you don't mind me subbing for her." "No, not at all," replied Jansen as he kept his eyes focussed on the several acres of cleavage the blonde was displaying. "I didn't think you would mind," said Nancy with a smile as she stepped into the motel room and closed the door behind her. "Ah, your um fee," said Jansen fishing a wad of money from his pants pocket and handing it to Nancy, who took it and slipped it into her purse. As she did so, she felt the little bumps on her forehead pulse again with approval. "So, got anything particular in mind or should I just do the driving?" asked Nancy as she put her purse on the desk and stepped closer to the man and ran her hand over the bulge forming in his pants. "W whatever you do is fine with me, I am sure," gasped Jansen as he finally tore his eyes away from her breasts to first glance down at her hand and then back up to look directly into her big blue eyes. "Well then sugar, let me show you my goodies," said the detective as she undid the front tie on her halter and let her breasts pop out into view. The man gasped at the sight of the huge, round jugs there in front of him and Nancy took her hand from his crotch to run both of her hands over her breasts as she licked her lips seductively. "You like what u see baby?" she asked. Jansen couldn't seem to find his voice, so Nancy took that for a yes and slowly sank to her knees on the rug in front of her client. She could feel the bumps now pulsing in time with her heartbeat as she undid his belt and button and then tugged down both pants and boxers with one quick pull, so that the rapidly hardening cock popped out and grazed her chin. "Mmmm, looks like he likes what he sees too," purred Nancy as she stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the dribbling tip. "Oh fuck yes," gasped Jansen and suddenly he grabbed the back of Nancy's head and pulled her face down onto his cock hard. It pushed past Nancy's lips and headed down her throat in one quick motion. Jansen didn't stop until his entire length was in the hooker's mouth and his balls banged on her chin. "Yeah, that's it, take my cock bitch," growled Jansen who Nancy decided had overcome his initial reserve. The blonde ran her tongue over the shaft as Jansen held it deep in her mouth for about thirty seconds before pulling almost all the way out and then slamming it back down her throat. with a solid grip on her head, the man repeated the action over and over again, as fast and hard and as deep as he could go. Nancy could feel the bumps on her forehead pulsing in time to his thrusts. Finally, he pushed his cock in as deep as it would go and held it there for a good minute until a shudder ran through his body and with a loud moan he began to pump his load down Nancy's throat into her stomach. When the salesman finally stopped cumming, he let go of his hold on Nancy's hair and stepped back as the blonde ran her tongue over her lips to get the few drops of his spunk that she hadn't swallowed. The glistening cock inches in front of her face was still rock hard and Nancy rather suspected this was the result of some pharmaceuticals. "Now get on the bed and spread those legs wide for me whore," rasped Jansen as he yanked off his shirt and stepped out of his pants that had bunched around his ankles. Nancy gave him a wicked smile, stood up and removed her skirt to display her lack of panties and her shaved pussy, glistening with moisture. The blonde gave her ass a wiggle as she walked to the bed and lay down on her back with her legs spread wide. Nancy put her hands down between her legs and parted her labia with her fingers and smiled at Jansen. "Ok, big boy, come shove that hard cock in my pussy." Jansen was on top of her in a flash, rubbing his manhood over her wet slit, fumbling a bit in his eagerness to get his dick into this woman. Nancy grabbed his cock and guided it to her opening and then with a thrust of his hips he was inside her. Karl Jansen felt like he had died and gone to heaven as he felt his cock slide into the warm embrace of Nancy's pussy. He felt his cock envelopped by that warm, tight tunnel and he nearly came with that first thrust, but managed to control himself with difficulty. "Oh fuck, you have one fantastic cunt," he gasped as he held himself steady for a minute before slowly starting to slide his cock back and forth. "Oh baby, it feels so good to have you inside me," moaned Nancy as she brought her hands back to her breasts and began to play with them. The salesman tried to go slow and make it last longer, but he could already feel his balls twitching and knew he wasn't far from his second explosion. He tried to distract himself with mundane thoughts about his boring job, but found it hard to concentrate as he stared down at the naked blonde who was moaning softly and fondling her tits with that sexy 'fuck me' look on her face. "Oh fuck, I can't help it. I am going to cum soon," Jansen gasped. "Where do you want to cum sugar?" asked Nancy as she grabbed one of her nipples in each hand and pinched them. "In your cunt," replied Jansen after a moment's thought. "I want to cream pie your pussy." "Then do it baby," cooed Nancy. "Shoot all that nasty, hot sperm into my pussy and fill me up." This was Delta City afterall and bare backing and cream pies were commonplace here with prostitutes. The salesman didn't say anything more, but just arched his back, gave a loud moan and began to spew his load into that sweet pussy that was squeezing his cock so wonderfully. The two points on Nancy's forehead were now throbbing so hard that Nancy found it hard to even think as an orgasm swept through her body and she gushed her nectar all over her john's cock. * * * "Everything is quiet here," Cyril told Nancy when she called him from the motel parking lot. "I think you have done enough for one day. Why don't you go home and get some rest" Nancy found herself rubbing the bumps on her forehead which seemed to have grown larger in the last couple of hours. There was something familiar about the bumps, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Her brain was buzing and she was finding it hard to think. She wanted to rip her clothes off and run through the streets naked until she found her prey and then she would .... Nancy suddenly cut that line of thought off. What the hell was she thinking. "You still there babe?" came Cyril's concerned voice. "Yeah, still here," managed Nancy after a few more seconds of silence. "I think you are right. I feel a little odd. Maybe I have been working to hard and need a good night's sleep." Nancy disconnected and put her car in motion for home. Mrs. Wong was just coming out of the restaurant when Nancy got out of her car and crossed the sidewalk towards the steps leading down to her apartment. The old woman stopped dead in her tracks and stared at Nancy as if she had never seen her before. "Detective Boobs?" she said in a questioning voice. "Of course it's me," replied Nancy arching an eyebrow. "Want to cop a feel to make sure?" she asked untying her halter there on the sidewalk to free her breasts and the hard nipples pointed at the old woman. "You sick," stated Mrs. Wong, ignoring the offer. "Just a bit tired is all," said Nancy. "I will be fine in the morning after some sleep." Mrs. Wong didn't say anything more, but just watched the detective go down the steps into her apartment. * * * Nancy had a long, hot shower to clean her body from Jansen's cum, but for once the hot water didn't seem to wash away her sense of being unclean. The bumps seemed to be pulsating and throbbing harder now and it was getting harder and harder to focus and think. Nancy had just stepped into the main room with a towel wrapped around her when her phone rang. For a moment, she was going to just let it ring, but the throbbing in her head demanded that she answer it. "Hello?" she asked without bothering to get her eyes to focus on the incoming number on her display. "Reaper," said Danielle's voice. With that one word, Nancy's eyes seemed to glaze over and she just stood there holding the phone as the towel dropped to the floor leaving her naked. "I hear you," said the detective in a monotone voice. "You will get yourgun and load it with regular bullets," ordered Danielle. "You will then shoot the next person you see in the head. Understood?" "I hear and I obey," said Nancy in that same monotone and disconnected. The private eye ignored her dropped towel and let her phone fall on top of it. She crossed to the hook on the wall beside the door and took her gun from the trenchcoat pocket. Nancy pulled out the clip of green coded trank rounds she normally kept in it and inserted a black coded set of regular bullets. Nancy moved away from the door and stood in the middle of the floor facing the door as if waiting for something or someone. A minute later, there was a knock on the door. "Nancy? It's me Cindy," called the red haired policewoman through the door. "Cyril was worried about you, so he called me and I came to check on you. Nancy? You there?" So hard to think. Head hurts so fucking much. Shoot the next person I see. That will stop the pain. That will let me think. Shoot them Kill them. Shoot the next person I see. "Nancy? Im going to use the key you gave me, so don't shoot me," joked Cindy as Nancy heard the sound of a key in the lock and then the door started to swing open. Cindy? From somewhere deep inside Nancy that name broke through the fog of her mind. Cindy was opening the door. She must shoot the next person she saw. She must shoot Cindy. It would stop the pain. It would let her think again. She must shoot Cindy. Kill Cindy. "No!" gasped Nancy out loud as the door swung open. Cindy was her friend, her lover. No matter what, Cindy must not die. Nancy shut her eyes. "What the hell Nancy?" asked Cindy standing just inside the door staring at the naked blonde witha gun in her hand . "I was just joking about not shooting me!" Nancy didn't reply. She turned with her eyes still screwed tightly shut as her brain tried to explode and the bumps onher forehead burned like a branding iron, searing her skull. The detective stumbled blind into the bathroom and opened her eyes to look in the mirror. Shoot the first person you see in the head. That was what the voice had commanded. Nancy was quite unable to resist as she raised her gun to her head and pulled the trigger. The End