Delta City PI #26 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 super heroines such as Ms. Americana, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl are the creation of Mr. X. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Cindy Kelly stood in the open doorway of Nancy's apartment and gaped at the private eye. The blonde was naked, which Cindy certainly never minded seeing, but the blonde had her eyes screwed tight shut and was holding her gun in her right hand. Before the red haired policewoman could say or do anything, Nancy turned and with eyes still shut stumbled into the bathroom. "What the hell Nancy?" Cindy heard herself say as she started forward and then she heard the gun go off and she sprinted across the main room and into the bathroom to find Nancy lying on the floor. Frightened more than she ever had been in her life, Cindy bent down to examine Nancy's body. There was a smalll trickle of blood staining the blonde hair on the right side of the private detectives head. Surely, there wasn't enough blood for a fatal wound thought Cindy as she tried to calm herself and feel for a pulse. "She's still alive," came a voice behind Cindy and she whirled to see an old woman behind her, holding onto the leather harness of a golden retriever guide dog. "How can you know that? asked Cindy seeing the unfocused gaze of the blind woman. "Because while she was in the shower, I doctored her gun clips," said the old woman with a smile while holding up a black Sharpie. "The tranquilizer darts are coded green, but this took care of that. It wouldn't fool anyone who was fully conscious or payng attention, but she was pretty confused already thanks to those demon bastards." As the woman talked, Cindy had finally calmed enough to find the steady pulse in Nancy's wrist and gave a sigh of relief. "I don't understand any of this. What is going on here. I saw you once before at Blue Bird's funeral. Who are you?" "Call me Grandma," said the woman and then indicated her guide dog. "This is Rascal. We are friends of Nancy's too. The demons have been working on her for the past few weeks, but they really got a hold on her when she went out to the Hood estate yesterday. They had infected everyone there with their dark magic and they arranged for all of it to be absorbed into Nancy." "But why?" asked Cindy. "Look at her forehead," said Grandma. Cindypulled the blonde hair back from Nancy's forehead and gasped at the sight of the two small curved horns. "What the fuck did they do to her?" "They are trying to turn her into one of their own kind. To make her their servant, their tool, their assassin." "Can you cure her?" asked Cindy hopefully. "No," admitted Grandma. "I don't have those kinds of powers. There is one who might be able to, but he is not available at the moment. The only one who can cure Nancy is herself." "How can she do that?" asked Cindy. "I somehow don't think you are talking about a Yoga class and a little meditation." Grandma shook her head sadly. "No, I'm not. Somehow Nancy has to find the strength inside herself to overcome the evil. The problem is that when she wakes up, she will be in a blind killing rage. The demons told her to shoot the first person she saw which was to have been you. She managed to resist enough to make sure it was her own face she saw first by looking in the mirror. I am quite sure the demons never dreamed that anyone would do that. That solved things temporarily, but with the command thwarted, she will kill and keep on killing whenshe wakes up." "So, what can we do?" asked Cindy who was getting tired of asking questions and not having any answers in this unfamiliar and deadly game. "Do we tie her up? Hell,that won't work, she can get out of any rope or chain you put her in. She showed me once with my handcuffs." "Oh? Did you have sex before or after she got out of the handcuffs?" asked Grandma with a mischievous smile despite the seriousness of the situation. "Wouldn't you like to know," smirked Cindy and then quickly turned serious again as she looked once more at Nancy's prone body. "You didn't answer my question. What do we do with her?" "We have to put her someplace where she can't harm anyone, or at least not anyone who wouldn't be deserving. I don't suppose you read comics do you?" Cindy shook her head. "I was more of a Mechanics Illustrated girl growing up." "Pity," said Grandma. "Well in one storyline, the Hulk becomes so savage that their sorcerer supreme imprisoned him in a dimension where only equally powerful beings existed, so he could not easily harm anyone. We are going to do a similar thing with Nancy until she can find a way to regain herself." "And if she doesn't?" asked Cindy doubtfully. "Then we have lost her and the upcoming battle will be even harder. Let's get her trench coat on her and then we need to drive to her office." "Her office?" said Cindy in surprise. "Why her office?" "It is the closest entrance to a Hellmouth, said Grandma simply. * * * After they got Nancy's trenchcoat on her, Cindy was surprised when Grandma stooped and picked up theprivate detective with apparent ease. "Im not that old and weak yet," smiled Grandma and even without her holding his handle, Rascal guided the blind woman to the door and up the stairs with nudges of his nose. Before they could reach Nancy's car, however, Mrs. Wong came out of the restaurant. "Good to see you again, Mrs. Wong," said Grandma with a bow of her head. "And you as well," replied Grandma Wong with an answering bow. "We did not get a chance to talk at the funeral and it has been many years since we last spoke." "My apologies, I have been busy, but I have never forgotten you," said Grandma. Mrs Wong nodded and looked at Nancy's body in the old woman's arms. "She is very sick. The demons have got a deep hold on her soul." Grandma nodded. "I am not sure we can save her." "Ah,but you forget what it is like to be young," said Mrs. Wong with a small smile as memories played through her mind. "She is strong and she will be needed. She will come back to herself when she is required. It might be she will need a reminder though." Mrs. Wong reached for the red dragon pin on the collar of Nancy's trenchcoat, removed it and then fumbled under Nancy's hair to somehow fasten it there. Grandma nodded. "That might do the trick," she agreed and gave Mrs. Wong another bow that was returned before resuming her walk to Nancy's car with a mystified Cindy trailing along. "What was that all about?" asked Cindy. "I got the impression that yu and Mrs. Wong go back a ways." "We do," said Grandma softly. "We do. Now help me get Nancy in the backseat. Do you want to drive or should I?" Cindy banged her head on the car roof as she pulled it out to gape at Grandma when she asked that question. "You are kidding right?" asked the red haired policewoman as she rubbed her head. "Of course," agreed Grandma. "Rascal gets so upset when I drive, so you had better take the wheel."" Cindy looked at Rascal who gave a small, short bark of agreement. * * * Nancy's office building seemed deserted when they parked in back in the small parking lot. Grandma didn't seem to even breathe heavy as she carried Nancy up the three flights of stairs. When Cindy headed for Nancy's office, the old woman shook her head. "No, it's the elevator we want," she said. An even more puzzled Cindy followed Grandma to the elevator where she fished a small yellow crystal from Nancy's coat pocket and touched it against the elevator buttons. To Cindy's surprise, the dead elevator started making noises and a few seconds later, the rusted shut doors creaked open. Grandma carried Nancy inside and removed the trenchcoat before laying the naked detective on the elevator floor. Grandma stepped out of the elevator and took the crystal from Cindy, whom she had left holding it against the call button. The doors creaked shut and they both heard the sound of the elevator going down. They listened for a long, long time as the elevator went down much more than the three floors it should have been physically able to go. "Now what?" asked Cindy. "Now we wait," said Grandma leading Cindy towards Nancy's office. "Do you play crib? I believe Nancy has cards and a bord in her desk drawer. She has been practicing in order to try and beat Cyril at his own game." * * * Nancy woke when the elevator binged and shuddered to a stop. There was a roaring in her head, abuzzing in her ears. Her brain felt like it was on fire and it was so hard to think. She needed to do something, but what was it? Oh right, she needed to kill something. Anyone. Everyone. The elevator doors groaned open and the blonde stepped out into the heat of hell. Home, she thought and smiled. * * * Captain Glory sat on his motorcycle, parked in the shadows, and regarded the scene across the street. The low level drug dealer he had been watching on and off for a few days now concluded a transaction with a customer who walked away with a small bag of something after handing over money. The hero waited patiently. He could bust this creep anytime he wanted, but he was hoping to find out who supplied the dealer and go one level higher up in the supply chain. The higher he could go in the chain before cutting it, the more effective the result would be. Now his patience seemed to have paid off as a limo with tinted windows slowed down as it approached the dealer. It could simply represent another customer, but that seemed unlikely with such an expensive car and such a low level dealer. With luck, the car represented the supplier for all the dealers in this area. Before the limo reached the dealer, however, a green sports car with custom plates reading "SPECTER1" shot past the limo and scrheeched to a halt feet from the dealer. Captain Glory cursed under his breath as the doors of the sports car opened and two buxom blondes in skimpy green uniforms jumped out and charged the dealer while the limo accelerated away. Captain Glory briefly contemplated going after the limo, but he didn't want to leave the two heroines in case his help was needed here. "You are under arrest miscreant," yelled the older of the two blondes as she neared the dealer. For a few seconds, the dealer stood frozen in place, but then he reached into his coat pocket and produced a spray can. "Have some SleepyFun gas bitches," said the man and shot two blasts of something, right into the faces of the two women who stopped dead in their tracks. Captain Glory had heard of SleepyFun, one of the latest anti heroine products on the black market. It was a mixture of sleeping gas and aphrodisiac designed to both weaken the heroine and make her horny. It seemed to be working as Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were just standing there with dreamy looks on their beautiful faces. The dealer smirked at the two blondes and putting the spray can back in his pocket, reached out with one hand to the tops of the two heroines and yanked them off. Out popped two sets of large, round boobs with nipples already erect. The dealer copped a feel of each set and smirked again. "Now which one of you bitches is going to be the first to blow me?" The two blondes didn't say anything, but both began to try to push the other out of the way to get at the dealer's crotch. Captain Glory decided he had seen more than enough and got off his motorcycle and began to stride across the street, unslinging his battered shield as he went. The dealer saw him coming, eyes going wide and then he turned and ran off through the deserted schoolyard he had been dealing in front of. With the departure of the dealer, the two heroines seemed to be coming quickly back to their senses as one of the properties of the SleepyFun gas was to make the victim fixate on the commands of the person who had used it on them. With the dealer gone, their bodies had already begun to return towards normal and the startled women looked down at their exposed breasts and tried to cover them with their hands, which was like trying to bail out a boat with a thimble. "Are you two ok?" asked Captain Glory coming up to them and bending down to pick up their tops to hand them to the two heroines. "Wh, what?" said Green Spectre as she snatched her top from him. "Who the hell are you and why are you staring at my tits?" "Yeah, you old pervert," snapped Spectre Girl as she snatched her top with one hand while trying to cover her breasts with the other. "Hey," said Captain Glory holding up a hand in a defensive gesture. "I just saw you were in trouble and came to see if I could help." "Well, we certainly don't need help from any man," sneered Green Spectre. "It is men like you who are the problem." "That's telling him Green Spectre," affirmed Spectre Girl as she continued to glare at the male hero. Captain Glory just sighed and walked back to his motorcycle without saying another word. A few seconds later, the two blonde heroines heard the sound of it starting and watched him ride away. "Umm, do you think we might have overreacted?" Spectre Girl asked her mother. "I, I don't know," admitted Green Spectre as she put her top back on. "I think maybe the gas made me react a bit hastily. Perhaps he only did want to help, but I felt kind of exposed standing there with my tits hanging out." "And we kind of just rushed in without thinking or planning," said Spectre Girl. "I know," sighed Green Spectre. "Old habits die hard I guess." * * * Nancy walked from the elevator over to the edge of the cliff. When she had been here the last time, she hadn't had time to look around, so the view was new to her and that seemed passingly strange to her since this was where she came from. Wasn't it? Damn, it was hard to think with her head throbbing like this. What Nancy saw, was that she was on the top of a cliff that ran in a great circle around an almost perfectly round valley. The bottom of the valley was a mile straight down with the cliff walls being nearly vertical. As far as Nancy could see, there was no break in the cliff and no steps or way down to the valley floor except leaping off the cliff. A mile deep and about twenty miles in diameter she estimated. In the center of the valley was a square fortress made of stone about half a mile on a side and about that high to make it close to a perfect cube. Nancy knew that the fortress was where she had to go, but she had no idea about how to get there. Her Mistress and Master were waiting for her there, waiting for her. She had to prove her worthyness to them by getting there. Not being able to fly and not knowing what else to do, Nancy began to walk along the cliff edge, looking for some way to reach the valley floor. After half an hour of walking, Nancy came around a large boulder to find a strange creature blocking her path. It looked like someone had taken a giant earthworm and grafted a human torso to the front. The human part, however, had a skin that appeared blue until Nancy looked closer and saw it was due to multiple, large, overlapping tattoos. The top of the head was devoid of hair and covered in more tatoos and the human arms were large and heavily muscled. The worm part of the body was brownish coloured and covered in slime, about eight feet long and about twice as thick as a human body. "Get out of my way," said Nancy as she approached the creature. Even from a few feet away, it was hard to make out much detail in the tattoos as they often overlapped each other. They seemed to be mainly pictures of animals, real and mythical. There were parts that looked like snakes, insects, dragons, gryphons and multiple eyed things with tentacles. "If you want to get past me, you will either have to kill me or fuck me," said the creature in a belligerent tone. "Do you have a name?" asked Nancy as she rubbed her throbbing forehead, fingering her horns. Of course I have horns, she thought when part of her mind recoiled in surprise. "I am Wyrm," said the creature. "Choose swiftly whore, battle or surrender yur body to me. If you do not choose quickly, then I shall choose for you." Nancy gave Wyrm a toothy smile and then laid down on the rough ground and spread her legs wide in invitation. "Then come fuck me oh mighty Wyrm," she said in a mocking tone. Wyrm's human face flushed slightly at this, but he began to crawl forward on top of the prone woman. The thing's slime dripped onto Nancy's skin, leaving a gleaming sheen to it. Once it was fully on top of the blonde, crushing her to the ground, she felt something hard and dribbling more slime slide out from its belly and rub over her thigh. Wyrm adjusted his position slightly and now the penis of the monster brushed lightly over Nancys pussy. "Then beg me for my cock," growled Wyrm. "Beg to be penetrated by my member bitch!" From her position under the worm like part of the body, Nancy could just barely make out the head of the thing as it glared down at her. "Fuck me Wyrm. I have spread my legs for you. Shove your slimey cock in me and breed me if you can." This seemed to satisfy Wyrm, for he laughed and using his huge weight, he drove his cock deep into Nancy's pussy. The creature had no hips or legst to thrust with, but instead propelled its cock in and out of the human female by sliding his worm like segment forward and backward. Nancy stretched her arms up and encircled the worm as best she could, drawing the slimy skindown to press into her breasts until they were covered with its secretions. "I thought you would choose battle," sneered Wyrm. Instead, you welcome me into your whore's body. I can feel you trying to squeeze my cock tighter with your cunt. Your surrender to my superiority is total and I shall pour my seed into you." Nancy didn't say anything more, just grasped the thing to her body and let it slide its cock in and out of her pussy and heard its moans get louder and louder. Finally the thing gave a loud cry and began to flood Nancy's pussy with its cum. It came out in a vast torrent that no human female could hope to contain. When it was exhausted and finally crawled off the blonde, her pussy poured a steady flow of its slimy cum to coat her groin and legs. Wyrm lay there panting from its exertions and didn't react at all to Nancy as she got to her feet and came over to it. Before the thing could react, Nancy bent down and lifted its body into her arms and tossed it over the cliff edge. She heard its scream as it fel, brushing once or twice against the rocks of the cliffside before hitting the valley floor with a sickening thud that echoed upwards to the private eye. "No one said killing and fucking were mutually exclusive," snarled the woman who made no attempt to wipe the thing's slime from her naked body. Instead, she seemed to revel in it. After a few seconds of staring down at the splattered body of her foe, a tail rose up from Nancy's back and coiled around her neck. It had a phallic like tip that dribbled more fluid over her slime coated breasts. While Wyrm had been fucking her, the pain in her head had eased off, but now it was back and worse than before. Nancy turned away from the cliff edge and resumed her walking. She still needed to find a path down to where she knew her Mistress and Master were waiting for her. * * * Skylar Bridge looked at the other five men in his office in his mansion on his private island. His war cabinet in effect: Gregor Sandor with is close cropped hair and his grey uniform was in charge of security; Mark Forest was his personal lawyer; Randy Oaks, his fellow exile from Delta City; Jeremy Spicer his financial advisor and Pascal Throne, his PR guru. "Let's start with the legal situation," said Bridge. "Mark, what is the story there?" Mark Forest wore a three piece, well tailored black suit. His short black hair and his nails were meticulously flawless. Of the six men in the room, he was by far and away the most uneasy about the current situation. As Bridge's lawyer, he had absolutely no business being in this conversation. Client-Lawyer confidentiality went out the window if you were discussing criminal activities as anyone who knew about mob lawyers over the years well understood. On the other hand, Forest knew he had sold his sould to Bridge's power years ago. Well, he had a nice fat offshore bank account that his ex-wives didn't know about and if this all went South, so would he to a nice tropical island. Who knows? He might get to take one of those big boobed Aphrodite sluts with him. He had always favoured a little dark meat like Lady Midnight. "We had to forfeit the bail money," said Forest after martialing his thoughts. "That was expected of course. Angela Greer has filed a motion with the courts, claiming the international status of the island is a mere technicality, an oversight on the part of incompetent surveyors 150 years ago. If and when the judge agrees to hear her argument, we can have the documents in the Delta City archives discovered that show the state governor at the time deliberately excluded the island due to a financial arrangement he made with the island's owner at that time." "Translation," put in Jeremy Spicer, the governor was bribed handsomely by the pirates that operated out of this island at the time including paying a percentage of all their loot. to the governor." "That, um arrangement is not something we would ever want to bring out as an argument," pointed out Forest. "The status of the island will probably have to be resolved by the Supreme Court which will take years to get to and resolve. We have a very solid case and certainly nothing to worry about in the short term. In the longer term, an application for nation status can be made to the U.N.,where preliminary discussions with certain powerful parties who are likely to support the motion are underway." Bridge nodded. "What about the financial situation Jeremy?" Jeremy Spicer was a small man with wire frame glasses he had to keep pushing back onto his nose and blonde hair that always looked like he needed a haircut. He dressed well, if not as well as Forest, but generally by five minutes into any meeting, he had removed his tie and jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows as he had now. "The forfeited bail is pocket change. Bfridge Electronics and Skylar Bridge are two different legal and financial entities. Angela Greer has already moved to freeze your personal bank accounts, but we never kept more than a few million in them. The bulk of yur personal worth is in off shore accounts they can't touch, even if they knew they existed. Overall, you have access to a little over four billion dollars in cash and twice that in investments in companies around the world. In short, we have no immediate financial concerns. Bridge Electronics can continue to operate as a separate entity. The board and senior management are hand picked by us. Publiclly, they wil decry your actions and then quite correctly point out that they are legally separate from you. I suspect the company may be in for some rocky times in the next few months or years, but very few people realize the extent of Bridge Electronics as we have disguised it very well with numerous numbered companies that we control." Bridge nodded again in acknowledgement of the report and looked next at Gregor Sandor. "Security status Greg?" Gregor Sandor looked like a bear with a toothache, which was not far from the truth. His jaw was still healing from being broken for the second time and while Pervo's device allowed him to use it, he was gobbling Advil every few hours. "We doubled the security force even before this after that blonde bitch got in and somehow escaped. I have people recruiting additional personnel from among the mercenaries at places like the Fire Pit. The new automated gun emplacements are now functional. It is going to take a batallion to take the island from the beach side and only if they are willing to accept significant losses. No one can come at us from the cliff end. Oh sure, maybe a single person might be dumb enough to try climbing up the cliff face, but no force large enough that we can't easily handle them. The new weapons will also give us air coverage and blow any helicopters to bits before they get near the island." "What about the She Legion?" asked Forest. Sandor snorted derisively. "Those big boobed screwups? Let them come. We would soon have them naked and spreading their legs." Bridge grimaced at Gregor's crudity, but didn't reprimand him, before turning to his PR man. "What about your end of things Pascal?" Pascal Towers was a large, balding fat man whose tie or shirt or jacket invariabley had some type of food stain on it. "I think we will be able to kick it off tomorrow." He nodded at Randy Oaks, "Randy and I have been working hard on it. I think it will help to neutralize the She Legion as a threat without Gregor having to break a sweat." Bridge nodded and turned back to Gregor Sandor. "Is there any progress on finding my next Naomi?" "Nothing definite," replied Sandor with a grimace. "You weren't keen on that pink haired bimbo that Smith tried to interest us in, and my understanding is he went ahead and used her in a movie. I had also been in touch with a couple of mercs who work out of The Fire Pit, but they were busted yesterday and lost their entire shipment. That puts us back to square one and being restricted to the island makes it more difficult." Keep working on it," said Bridge. "The acquisition of a new Naomi has the highest priority for me." * * * Nancy had walked halfway around the circle cliff and still had not found a way down into the valley below. A few times, she thought she saw movement to her side, away from the cliff. She thought they might have been more creatures like Wyrm and maybe that had not been his name, but rather the type of creature. She found she didn't really care as her fucking head hurt worse than ever. Once more, Nancy found herself looking down into the valley and half considered just throwing herself over the edge and take the long fall to the ground. It would at least stop the fucking pain. Then something hit her in the back and she was falling towards the rocky ground a mile below as if in answer to her unvoiced thoughts. The sensation of falling suddenly vanished and Nancy felt two sharp pains in her sides. She wasn't falling, because she was in the talons of some winged creature and the pain in her side was those talons cutting into her flesh. It was also what had knocked her over the cliff in the first place. The detective had seen winged creatures high up in the sky as she walked, but had not paid them much attention. Nancy looked up at the creature who held her in its grasp. It was possibly even stranger than Wyrm. It had a body that seemed to be just a sickly green pulsating sack with a pair of bat like wings and talons like an eagle. On top of the body was perched a human, or at least humanoid head. Like Wyrm, it was hairless, but it was a jaundiced looking yellow with red pupils anda gaping mouth full of sharp looking teeth. The flying creature saw Nancy looking up at it and gave her a cruel smile. "I am Flyer," it said, "and you are my prey." "I think you will find me a hard morsal to digest," snarled Nancy. "I think not," said Flyer. "I shall simply drop you onto the ground far below and then feast on yur shattered carcass." "Then why did you bother to catch me asshole?" asked Nancy. "Did you just want to bore me to death with your bragging first?" "Not at all," laughed Flyer. "I wished to have some fun with you while your body is whole." Nancy felt something hard rub over her ass and looked back to see the massive cock now sprouting from under Flyer. I wouldn't try landing with that thing sticking out," sneered Nancy. It would probably snap off when it hit the ground first." "Jeer while you can little fuck meat and soon only meat," returned Flyer and it thrust its cock forward into Nancy's still very wet pussy from her encounter with Wyrm. The creature's cock shoved right through Nancy's cervix and into her womb,giving her a sudden pain to match her sides and her head. "Where are your jokes and jibes now little humanwhore?" laughed Flyer as it began to slam its cock back and forth into Nancy's cunt. "Once you have served your purpose and taken my seed, you shall plummet back to earth while it drips from your ravaged hole. Perhaps if you beg, I will delay your death and make use of all of your openings for my pleasure." In a dim part of her mind that was free of the demon influence and the various pains of her body, Nancy thought this was one hell of a way to join the mile high club. "I'll be damned if I beg anything from a carrion eater like you," gasped Nancy as she felt the creature speeding up the pace of its thrusting and heard it moaning now even above the rushing air. Like a piston, Flyer drove its member ruthlessly into Nancy's pussy and she could tell it was near its climax. "Take my cum then whore and die!" screamed Flyer and it began to empty its steaming, sticky load of cum into Nancy's pussy as its talons loosened their grip, preparing to let the detective fall to her death. The instant the Flyer released her, Nancy struck up with her tail and wrapped it around the body of the creature, so she hung under it, but now behind those lethal talons. "Surprise motherfucker," screamed Nancy and she gave Flyer's sack like body a squeeze with her tail which made it scream with pain. "Land me safely on the valley floor and I will let you live." Flyer's red eyes were whirling madly as was its thoughts. In a split instant, it had gone from pleasure and triumph to pain and possible death as it struggle to stay in the air with the load of its prey not balanced properly. Then to its surprise, it felt pleasure again and looking down it saw in astonishment what its body had already reported. While dangling by her tail from the thing, the human bitch had latched her mouth onto its still hard cock and was now bobbing up and down on it and licking it with her little pink human tongue. Nancy happily started to slobber and lick and suck the creatures cock when she had found it inches from her face as she dangled under the thing. There had been no thought in it, just the lust of pure instinct. Sucking on the huge red, slimy cock eased the pounding pain in her head. The joy of the action filled her mind and body and if the drunken erratic path of the creature resulted in her death, she didn't much care. Nancy could still taste her own pussy juices on the thing's cock and again some dim part of her mind noted she tasted more bitter than she recalled and wondered what that was all about. The majority of her mind, however, was too busy milking this cock with her lips and tongue to care. Abruptly, the creature touched down on the valley floor and then several things happened in quick succession. First, Flyer felt a return of extreme pleasure as it climaxed and poured a hot load into the gulping human female's mouth. Second, while still greedily swallowing the creature's semen, Nancy released her tails hold and stumbled to her feet. Third, Flyer's great pleasure was replaced by excruciating pain as the human seized its member in both hands and with a wrench pulled it out by the roots and tossed the still cum spurting organ onto the ground while blood poured from the wound. It took an hour for Flyer to stop twitching and die. Nancy hadn't bothered to wait around for the final gasping breath, but had started to walk around the stone fortress looking for an entrance. The detective smiled as she walked and light glinted off the long fangs her canines had become. Her head, which had stopped its pounding while she fucked and sucked the flying creature, now returned even stronger than before. * * * Nancy made a complete circuit of the fortress without finding an entrance. She could sense her Mistress and Master inside calling to her to hurry, but there was no way inside and the throbbing in her brain had started up worse than before. There were openings high up on the walls, some fifty feet above her head, but there was no way for her to reach them. When Nancy returned to her starting point, she found Flyer had been reduced to a pile of bones with a few scraps of flesh still danglingfrom them. As she had drawn near, the blonde had seen several more of the flying creatures flap away with bits of their fallen comrade in their mouths and talons. Nancy kept a wary eye out for the things now, but they didn't seem inclined to bother her anymore. Somewhat distracted by the pain in her head and in keeping a wary eye on the Flyers, Nancy didn't see the head poke out of the window above her or the long sticky rope like thing that suddenly fell on her, binding her arms to her sides and begining to haul her up the wall. Nancy's first inclination was to struggle against the binding, but then relaxed and let it draw her upwards to the window she had been wanting to reach anyway. In short order, the private eye was pulled through the opening to confront yet another bizaar frankensteined creature. This one looked like someone had taken the front half of alizard and connected it to some huge hard shelled beetle. The front lizard portion had two large, powerful legs terminating in claws while the beetle half had half a dozen spindly legs. The thing that had grabbed Nancy was the long sticky tongue coming from the lizard's mouth. As weird as all this was, it didn't match the second, human looking head that was grafted onto the top of the lizard head. In this case, it was a female head with long red hair and glowing green eyes. "Hello slut," said the human head as it held Nancy up in front of her, still bound with the lizard tongue. "I am Lizzie and you are my dinner." "Let me guess," replied Nancy. "Dinner happens after you fuck my brains out right?" "Of course," agreed Lizzie. "There is no point in wasting fresh pussy is there?" "Well, let's see what you got then, said Nancy with a feral grin. In response, Lizzie pressed Nancy's body into one wall of the large chamber and reared up vertically to place its lizard like legs on either side of the blonde's head while still pinning her arms with its tongue. From the underside of the beeetle like section slid a slick, black penis that headed unerringly for Nancy's pussy. "That's a pretty looking dick you have there," said the private eye as she licked her lips in anticipation. "Why don't you go ahead and shove it inside my cunt and get this show on the road?" Lizzie blinked in surprise. This was not how this was supposed to go. This human bitch should be cowering in fear and screaming with terror, not voluntarily spreading her legs apart to allow easier access to her fuck hole. Well, maybe she could make the whore change her tune once she felt her dick pistoning in and out of her helpless body. Lizzie pressed the dribbling tip of her spike shaped cock against the woman's slit and then rammed it forward, burying nine inches inside in one savage motion. "Oh fuck Lizzie that feels so good," gasped Nancy. Lizzie paused again in slight confusion. She could feel the cum of other creatures still inside this woman's pussy, so maybe those rapes had addled her mind? No one was suposed to enjoy being fucked by her. In fact,they generally went mad with the horror of the situation. Recovering herself again, Lizzie pulled her cock back to the entrance of Nancy's pussy and then slammed it back in again as hard as she could and a good inch deeper this time. The creature then repeated that action again and again, picking up speed with each cycle until its cock was a blur, slamming in and out of the helpless human whore. "Oh fuck yes, that feels so good," groaned Nancy. "Do it faster, harder, deeper. Come on Lizzie girl, fuck me with that big nasty cock of yours. I want to feel you cumming in my pussy. Keep going. Harder." The blonde's huge round boobs were bouncing around wildly now as Lizzie jack hammered her cock into the woman. Lizzie extended her tongue even farther to slide up and begin to lick and slobber all over those huge tits, feeling the hard nipples rub over her sensitive tongue and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. "Yes, that's it," encouraged Nancy. "Lick my big tits and fuck my cunt. Oh fuck that feels so good. Don't stop Lizzie, give me everything you got!" It was all more than the poor Lizzie could handle and she began to pump a massive load of her hot spunk into the human pussy, adding to the previous sperm donations from Wyrm and Flyer. The excess cum flowed like a river out of Nancy's gaping pussy, streaming down her legs to puddle on the floor under her. Then before Lizzie's mind could switch from fucking mode to dinner mode, somehow the human slipped free of her tongue and was perched on top of the lizard head, grinning wildly to display its fangs as cum continued to pour out of her pussy. The human's head flashed forward and those fangs ripped at Lizzie's throat, half severing it from the lizard body and blood shot out in a geyser. Nancy, now drenched in blood and cum and slime, leapt free of the creature and watched it thrash annd twitch with spasms of pain for a minute before it blundered out the opening it had hauled her through and fall to the ground fifty feet below. "Thanks for the fuck bitch," yelled Nancy looking down at the dead creature even as more of the flyers were already arriving to feast. Pulling back from the window, Nancy put her hands to her head which had begun to throb again. It had let up for a time when she was being fucked, but now it had come back even worse. The detective pulled her hands away from her head and noticed for the first time that her fingernails were gone, replaced by four inch claws. She smiled. and ran her tongue over her fangs and lips to lick up all the warm blood she could reach. * * * BB lay on the rough stone floor of her cell and shivered. The room was actually quite hot, almost unbearably hot, but still she couldnt stop shivering. She also couldn't see. She had been walking home from an evening class at Delta City University when they had jumped her. She didn't know who they were and that made her shiver again because some of the hands that had roamed over her body hadn't felt human. They had put a bag or something over her head which was why she couldn't see. They had also stripped her naked and tied her arms behind her back. Only one voice had spoken to her since she had been jumped and hauled here, wherever here was. That voice had been a soft, female voice. Not soft and gentle, oh no, you would never call that voice soft and gentle. It had been soft with menace and threat. A short while ago, it had spoken to her again. It had told her that it was almost her time. BB shivered again. * * * Nancy wandered through one of the upper floors of the fortress. It was a maze of corridors and rooms, though most of the rooms appeared to be unused. Now and then, she would find a room with some vile smelling nest composed of garbage and bones like the one she had seen in the room Lizzie had hauled her into, but so far there was no further signs of any living thing. Damn, her head kept pounding and it was so hard to think. She knew she was closer to her Mistress and Master, but still they eluded her. Maybe one more test, she thought. One more chance to prove herself worthy to be their slave. Abruptly, Nancy came face to face with another creature as she came around a corner. This creature had more of the human left to it than its head. The torso, arms and legs were human, but those legs ended in hooves and the head was that of a bull with a pair of wickedly, sharp looking horns. Looking down, Nancy saw that one other part of the creature was all bull, as a huge erect bull cock dangled between its human thighs. Good, she needed another fuck, wanted another fuck. It helped with the pain in her head. "I am Bull," said the creature, "and I am ...." Bull's words were cut off as the human woman charged him and pushed him onto his back on the floor. The thing blinked up at the still mostly human female as she straddled his waist. He felt her grasp its member in her hand, running soft fingers along his thick length. There was one sharp brief pain as her claws accidently nicked his organ which made the human laugh. Then the woman guided his cock towards her pussy opening and she impaled herself deeply on it. Nancy sighed in relief as she felt the hard length of Bull's cock slide into her cunt and then she began to ride up and down on it as she squatted over the creature. Using her leg muscles, the blonde private eye rode up and down on the bright red cock, sliding easily in her well fucked hole which still contained the spunk of her previous lovers and victims. Bull was the biggest yet and that was good. It filled her up so wonderfully and for a moment lessened the throbbing pain in her skull. Bull, having recovered himself a bit, began to thrust his hips up to meet the woman and raised his hands to roughly squeeze and maul those soft dangling globes of her breasts. He roughly yanked on the nipples with his fingers, before taking one hand and roughly swatting the ass of the blonde as she rode his cock. "That's it whore, ride my member and worship it with your human cunt. I will feed you my cum and make you mine." The detective barely paid any attention to the creature's words. She just squeezed her pussy as tight about its cock as she could and loved the feel of his rough hands as they played with her tits and slapped her ass to make loud ringing sounds that echoed in the empty corridor. Up and down she drove her pussy on the thick rod that was inside her. She slid her hands down between her legs to rub her clit and began to move up and down faster as the thing she rode howled with pleasure. Finally, as her own orgasm started to swell in her body, Nancy pushed herself as far down on Bull's cock as she could go and clenched it tight in her pussy until she felt it spurt inside her, even as she coated it with her own juices. Bull was still gaping up at her in shock when Nancy lifted herself off his cock and disembowled him with her claws. Her head pounding harder than ever before, Nancy left the carcass of the creature lying in the hall with its guts strewn around and started to walk away. There was a clip clop sound and looking down, Nancy saw her feet were now cloven hooves with a six inch curved talon at the tip. Cool. * * * After wandering for another hour, Nancy finally came to a balcony that overlooked a wide open expanse of the floor below. It appeared that while she was fifty feet up, she was only on the second floor of the mamoth structure as the center of the ground floor was a huge open area rising up to the second floor which ringed it with balconies on all four sides. Peering over the edge of the balcony, Nancy finally caught sight of her Mistress and Master. In the center of the open space below were two large black thrones with Danielle on one and Danial on the other. Also in the space were hundreds of other lesser demons including her old friends Tendril and Moonsilver. There were a number of the four types of creatures she had encountered so far, slight variations on Wyrm, Flyer, Lizzie and Bull, as well as numerous other types of creatures she had not seen before. Directly in front of the thrones and about twenty yards from them was what appeared at first glance to be a medium sized swimming pool. The liquid in it, however, was vomit green in colour with streaks of blood red running through it. Suspended about ten yards above the surface of the liquid was a large yellow crystal which Nancy dimly recognized through her pain as being a much larger version of the crystal Danial had given her to help find Boggy. Now and then, the huge crystal, which was about the size of a human, pulsed a brighter yellow and seemed to shoot energy into the liquid, causing it to bubble and churn. Suddenly, Danielle looked up to where Nancy was half hidden by the balcony railing. "Ah, you have finally gotten here. Why don't you come down and join our other slaves." Nancy looked to her left and saw that there was a broad staircase leading down from the balcony floor to ground level. The detective bared her fangs in a grin of anticipation and sauntered towards it. All eyes were on the blonde as she dscended the stairs, her breasts and pussy proudly on display while her tail swung from side to side in pleasure. Nancy's skin was covered with the cum, slime and blood from her encounters and it felt right to her. This was how one should look when presenting oneself to your Mistress and Master. When Nancy reached the ground floor, a path opened before her to allow her to approach the two thrones. A few hands and tentacles and other appendages reached out to brush at her breasts or her ass or even her pussy as she passed, but she paid no attention to these as her gaze was fixed on Danielle and Danial. When Nancy reached the foot of their elevated thrones, she sank to her knees without hesitation and bowed her head to touch the ground with her forehead. "I have come to serve you my Mistress and my Master," she said. "As I always knew you would," laughed Danielle. "Still, there is one final task for you before you truly belong to us, body and soul." "I will do whatever my Mistress and Master command," replied Nancy without looking up. "Then let us seal the bargain without further delay," said Danial and he clapped his hands sharply. At that sound, two green scaled humanoid demons brought in a naked young woman with a hood over her head. As Nancy and the others watched, the two demons unchained her hands from behind her back and hung her from chains that appeared to be attached to nothing more substantial than the air. The girls legs were then spread apart and her ankles attached to posts in the floor. Nancy could hear the girl sobbing with fear and her body shook making her nice DD sized breasts wobble and shake to the delight of the watching demons. "First she must be blooded," said Danielle as she picked up a whip. It was not just an ordinary whip but a cat o' nine tails with each of the tips ending in a wicked looking metal barb. Her blood will be added to the BloodSoul Pool which stores all the power we syphon from the human world. "Then my pet," continued Danielle looking at Nancy, you wil seal your service to us by raping and killing the bitch." Nancy nodded her head in understanding, but otherwise seemed unmoved and unfazed by events. Her vision had narrowed like a predator stalking its prey as she focussed all her attention on the naked and bound woman. "Remove the hood," ordered Danial and one of the demons who had brought the woman in hurried to obey. Nancy stared at the revealed head, topped with a wild array of blue hair. Time seemed to stand still for the detective turned demon as she stared at that blue hair. Memories began to bubble to the surface of her mind past the terrible, burning, throbbing pain. She had known another woman once upon a time with blue hair. That woman had saved her life. That woman had died saving her life. What had been her name? How could she possibly have forgotten the name of the woman who had saved her? Nancy fought to tap into her memories, to demand the name of her saviour. How could she have forgotten something so important? Nancy stared at the blue hair. Blue," she heard herself whispering. "What did you say?" asked Danielle glancing over at the detective, whip in hand as she prepared to use it on the bare back of the suspended woman. Blue, repeated Nancy more loudly. "It was Blue something. Why can't I remember?" "Because it isn't important to your new life," sneered Danielle. "You live to serve us now. Forget everything else. Forget everyone else. They don't matter. Nothing matters except your service to us." Nancy stood there silently. Forget? Unimportant? No, it was very important, said something deep in her mind as another bubble of memory burst to the surface and exploded. "Blue Bird," gasped Nancy. "Her name was Blue Bird. She was important. She should not be forgotten. Birds must fly. Birds must be free." As she spoke, the words and her voice became more certain and louder. "Fool of a whore, nothing matters but your service to us," screamed Danielle brandishing the whip and preparing to strike. The young blue haired girl and now Nancy noticed for the first time that she was indeed young, barely eighteen by the looks of her, gasped despite her predicament and stared at Nancy in a mixture of shock and revulsion. "My sister? You knew my sister, but how?" "It doesn't matter," screamed Danielle and drew back the whip and sent the deadly thing flying towards the defenceless back of the suspended girl. Impossibly, as fast as the whip moved, Nancy moved faster and interposed her own bare back to the whip as she moved between Danielle and the girl. Agony seared through the blonde's body as the nine tips dug into her bare flesh. Still, the blonde didn't scream and she actually welcomed the pain as it cleared some of the fog from her mind. She had only one purpose now and that was not to serve her Mistress and Master any longer, but to save this girl. That thought became the total focus of her mind. "You stupid fucking bitch," cried Danielle and drew back the whip for a second blow and a third and a fourth until blood streamed down Nancy's back and strips of skin hung in ribbons. The whip, however, did not tuch the girl and that was all that was important to the detective. On the last stroke of the whip, Nancy collapsed to her knees on the floor struggling to rise and protect the girl before Danielle could strike again. No longer mistress, just Danielle the demoness who Nancy cursed with all her remaining strength. As the detective tried to rise, something fell from her hair to clink to the stone floor beside her. Dully, she picked it up without thinking to examine it and saw it was a small red dragon pin. At the sight of the pin, all the fog cleared from Nancy's brain. The pain in her back was horrible, but the pain in her head was gone. Looking down at her body, she saw the fangs, the claws, the hooves and the tail were also gone. She was a pitiful,weak human again and she smiled. "I am Red Dragon Clan," she said softly to herself. "we are warriors and," she paused, "damn good cooks." It was hardly the most glorious and inspiring motto, but for Nancy it sufficed. She surged to her feet and before Danielle, Danial or any of the other demons could do anything, she touched the chains holding the girl and they came undone. The girl staggered on unsteady feet, but Nancy pushed her towards the stairs. "Ripley, we are leaving" she muttered and then more loudly "run for it girl" Some of the demons were now getting over their total shock at the impossible defiance of their Mistress and Master and moved to cut them off. Nancy punched one green scaled demon in the face and sent it flying and then did a spin kick to take down its fellow. The rest were still too stunned as the detective and the blue haired girl raced for the stairs and up them. Despite her ordeal, the blue hair girl was moving well now. An Aphrodite for sure, thought Nancy as they took the steps three at a time, each jolt sending welcome waves of pain through her shredded back. Welcome, because she was alive and free. They were alive and free. The chances for escaping this hell seemed as close to zero as that of a ball of frozen water surviving hell, but they were free. Nancy remember Blue Bird's final words and freedom was more important than minor things like certain death. There were cries of pursuit behind them now as they reached the second floor without any more opposition. Now, Nancy noticed a smaller flight of stairs going up and with no better idea, the two women took to them and continued their upward flight. The stairs continued up and up and up for what seemed like an eternity as the cries of their pursuers became shriller and more terrible in their promised retribution to the fugitives. Finally, the steps ended at a trap door that they burst through to find themselves on the flat roof of the emense fortress. They were trapped and cornered now with nowhere else to run and no way off the roof. "We can make a last stand here," said Nancy grimly. "I don't know about you,but I would rather die than go back down there." "I ain't religious, but a big Amen to that," said the girl, panting a bit from her exertion. "Thanks for what you did, even if we do die here. I don't even know your name though or how you knew my sister." "My name is Nancy," said the blonde as she kept an eye on the opening to the roof from which their attackers would come. "You really are Blue Bird's sister? I mean Bonnie Bell's sister? The records I saw from St. Lucifer's said she had no family." "Those records lie, like they did about everything," said the girl. "Nancy? You are the detective I phoned, the one who put the notice in the paper about Bonnie." Nancy's head spun as she remembered the phone call from the frightened girl in her office that had given her Blue Bird's true name. "That was you? My god, that must have been horrible to hear about her death like that. I'm so sorry." "Don't be. I was too scared to come forward. Things are still wrong with St. Lucifer's and I was too afraid. I went a few times now to see Bonnie's grave at night. She would have loved the view." "Well if we get out of this, you are going to have to tell me more about St. Lucifer's," said Nancy as a few of the demons appeared in the doorway to the roof. "So, you know my name, but I don't know yours." The girl gave a wry smile. "Billie Bell, but my friends call me BB. I never knew my mom, but apparently she was on a B kick when we were born." "Well BB, I don't see a way off this roof other than jumping off the edge, so get ready for a fight," said Nancy as more of the demons poured out onto the roof and advanced on them. "Actually, there is another way," said BB. "Take my hands Nancy." The confused detective looked at BB for a moment and then shrugged and took her hands. "Bonnie wasn't the only bird in the family," laughed BB and she leapt up into the air, holding onto Nancy and began to fly. "Where to madam?" she asked as they heard the frustrated screams of the demons they had left behind. "About ten degrees to your right, up on the cliff is where the elevator is. Damned if I know how to open it or operate it, but we can cross that bridge if we make it that far. Keep an eye out for other flyers I ran into one on the way here and they are nasty." BB nodded and they both scanned the sky for Flyers. There were several of them higher up and farther off, but either the alarm of escaping prisoners hadn't reached them yet or they weren't under the direct ccommand of Danielle and Danial. BB and Nancy landed as near to where Nancy thought the elevator was as they could get. The landscape was so similar that Nancy wasn't sure where the elevator opened out from. As the two women rounded a large boulder that looked familiar to the private eye, they came face to face with Tendril and Moonsilver who stood there grinning evilly at them. "The bosses are really unhappy with you two," said Tendril. "They said we could kill you," added Moonsilver. "After we rape you of course," put in Tendril and both demons grinned broadly. Well at least we know why the flyers hadn't come after them, thought Nancy. The two senior demons had simply teleported their most powerful and deadliest servants up to the cliff to intercept them before they could reach the elevator. Even as she thought this, Nancy had to control her reaction as directly behind the two demons, said elevator door slid open to reveal Grandma, Rascal and Cindy Kelly inside. "Catch Nancy," yelled the policewoman and threw something to the blonde that arced over the heads of the two demons. Nancy put up her hand out of sheer instinct and her gun dropped into it. "A gun?" sneered Moonsilver. "Bullets don't bother us whore. You should know that." Nancy checked the clip in the gun and grinned at the two demons even more fiercely than they were. "Have a nice time putting yourselves back together again," and fired two of the explosive rounds into each of the demons before pulling BB down to the ground and covering her body with her own. When Nancy looked up again, there were little bits of black and silver blobs all over the landscape. "Fucking bitch," came a faint male voice. "Fuck, not again," complained a faint female voice. Nancy and BB didn't waste time sightseeing as there was no telling what Danielle and Danial might do to stop them next. They piled into the elevator beside a madly grinning Cindy and the doors closed and the elevator started up. The End