Delta City PI #27 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, Ms. Americana and the other heroines are the creation and property of Mr. X. Nancy and 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 When the elevator finally reached Nancy's office floor, the blonde private eye stumbled out of it and collapsed on the cracked linoleum of the corridor floor. Even with her enhanced endurance and healing factor, it had only been adrenaline keeping her going during the escape and that had finally given out. "We better get you to a hospital," said a concerned Cindy as she knelt down beside Nancy, trying not to look at the horrible sight of Nancy's shredded back. "No hospital," gasped Nancy. "Just get me home where I can sleep. The damage is fucking painful, but it's mainly cosmetic. My healing factor will take care of it, but I need to sleep. How long was I down there?" "About two hours," replied Cindy. "That was about twenty bucks ago as Grandma fleeced me playing crib for money while we waited." "Only two hours?" said Nancy with surprise. "I know I spent most of a day wandering around down there,but maybe time runs differently there." "It does," agreed Grandma who was still standing by the elevator, holding the small yellow crystal that activated it. "Before we go anywhere, I think it is time this elevator was put out of commission at least for a while." "I second that motion," moaned Nancy. "How do we do that?" asked Cindy. "Come over here with your gun," said Grandma and when Cindy left Nancy for the moment, Grandma tossed the yellow crystal onto the floor of the elevator. "Shoot it," she ordered Cindy as the elevator doors started to creak shut. There wasn't time to ask any questions, so Cindy just took aim and hit the crystal on her first shot, shattering it into a yellow dust that floated up into the air as the doors closed and the elevator started back down. "Good," said Grandma. "The dust from the shattered dilithium crystal will contaminate the elevator and they won't be able to use it for at least a month." "Dilithium crystal?" asked Cindy. "You mean like Star Trek? I thought that was all made up." Grandma shrugged. "Different reality, but Dilithium crystals are real. They just haven't been discovered here yet. They concentrate energy so it can be used. On as star ship, they concentrate the matter antimatter energy, but the demons use them to concentrate the sexual energy that is produced by Aphrodites." "So, we are safe from those things for a month?" asked BB, who hadn't said anything since they got off the elevator. The young, blue haired girl was leaning against a corridor wall, still naked, and looking almost as worn out as Nancy. "That only closes this doorway," replied Grandma. "They haveseveral others they can use, but closing this one will make it more difficult for them to get at Nancy." "To which Nancy says a hearty Amen," moaned the blonde. Cindy looked over at BB. There hadn't been time for introductions, so she stuck out her hand. "That's Grandma and Rascal," she said gesturing to the old woman and her dog, " and I'm Cindy Kelly. I'm a policewoman here in Delta City, but please don't hold that against me. I take it you and Nancy met wherever the hell that elevator went?" "Hell is right, or at least a hell," agreed BB. "My name is Billie Bell, but my friends call me BB and the three of you certainly qualify after that rescue. I thought I was done for." Rascal gave a short bark and BB grinned and reached down to pet the dog. "Sorry, you four," she corrected herself. Cindy gaped at BB. "You are Blue Bird's sister? That is ..." she paused searching for words. "Another freaking coincidence," said Nancy as she managed to get to her hands and knees. "I think someone is playing silly buggers games with us like we were chess pieces on a board and I am getting tired of it." Cindy hurried back to Nancy and helped her to her feet. Grandma produced Nancy's trenchcoat from the office and gave it to BB when Nancy declined it. "I don't want anything touching my back at the moment," she moaned. "I think it hurts when someone just looks at it." The detective opened her left hand and plucked out the small red dragon pin that she had been squeezing so tight that it was almost embedded in her palm. Very carefully, she reattached the pin to the collar of her trenchcoat. "We've got to get that back cleaned up, said Cindy as she helped support Nancy down the stairs to her car. "I've got basic first-aid, but I don't think it is enough. I still say you need a hospital." "No hospital," insisted Nancy. "I have been in them too much lately with Cyril. I just need to sleep." "I've made arrangements for someone who can help, to meet us at Nancy's place," said Grandma. "I called her before we took the elevator down." As weak as she was, Nancy shot Grandma a look. "You called someone for medical help before you even saw what shape I was in? Not to mention, that was great timing down there. How did you do it?" "Let's just say I had insider information," said Grandma enigmatically. Nancy was too tired to press the older woman on it at the moment, but vowed to do so when she had gotten a little sleep. Nancy rode hunched forward in the front passenger seat, trying to keep her back from touching the seat back while Cindy drove with BB, Grandma and Rascal crowded into the back. * * * They hustled Nancy across the sidewalk and down the steps to her apartment after finding a parking spot right in front of Wong's Pizza. Nancy had just collapsed face down on her small bed, when there was a knock on the door. Cindy opened it to find Roberta Sanchez with a first-aid kit in her hands and Mrs. Wong standing behind her. Roberta quickly crossed over to Nancy and only her professional detachment kept her from gasping at the sight of Nancy's ruined back. "It isn't good, but it's not as bad as I first thought," the EMT said a few minutes later after closely examining Nancy's back. "We need to clean out those wounds which is going to hurt like hell since most of them look infected. I think the best thing to do is get you into the shower and wash them clean before I work on them." Cindy helped Roberta get Nancy into the shower and when Roberta saw that Nancy could barely stand up, she stripped off her own clothes and got into the shower to hold the blonde private eye upright. "I rather pictured different circumstances if we ever ended up in the shower together naked," joked Roberta. Give me a few days and we can try it your way," gasped Nancy as she couldn't help noticing Roberta's trim and athletic body despite her pain. "Today though, just let me know if you smell marshmellows." "Huh?" askd Roberta as she reached to turn on the water. "Never mind, just a bad joke," said Nancy waving it away and then she gasped when the water hit her back. The water ran red down the drain for several minutes before it turned pink and then finally clear again. Back in her bed, laying facedown, Roberta went to work cleaning each wound and applying Hydrogen Peroxide to them. "Fuck, are you a paramedic or a torturer," gasped Nancy. "Hey, it wasn't me that was too stubborn to go to the hospital," pointed out Roberta. "I'm amazed at how much you are already healing up, but there is a pretty good chance you are going to have some nasty scars from all this." "I can live with that," muttered Nancy and winced as Roberta cleaned the last of the wounds. "Er, there is something else I might be able to do to help heal you faster," said Roberta in a hesitant voice as she looked around the room at Cindy, Grandma, BB and Mrs. Wong who had all been watching her work. Ok, Grandma had just been looking in her direction, but Rascal had been watching. "What's that?" asked Nancy glancing over her shoulder at the dark haired first responder. Roberta didn't answer, but closed her eyes and seemed to be concentrating. A moment later, her hands began to glow a light blue and she reached out to gently tuch Nancy's ravaged back. Almost instantly, Nancy felt much of the pain begin to leach away. Roberta continued doing whatever she was doing for about a minute and then sat back on her haunches looking drained. "Healing powers? You are an Aphrodite too?" asked Nancy with an arched eyebrow. Her back still hurt, but it was a whole lot better than it had been. "I don't know. Maybe," said Roberta as Cindy, BB and Mrs. Wong came over too look at Nancy's back. Mrs. Wong gave a snort which in this case Nancy interpreted as a snort of approval. "I can't do a whole lot and it really drains me," continued Roberta. "If the person is hurt too bad, I can't do miracles, but sometimes I think I can make a difference and help get people to the hospital alive. I think Vic suspects, but he is too decent to even ask me about it." "Well, I'm impressed," said Nancy in a voice that sounded more normal and not cut with pain. Suddenly a thought struck the detective. Er, you didn't happen to visit Cyril when he was in the hospital by any chance?" Roberta looked a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I um did look in on him in ICU." "Which explains how he got back on his feet so quickly," said Cindy with a grin. Mrs. Wong gave Roberta a small bow. "Please consider yourself a friend of Red Dragon Clan," and then did the same bow to Cindy. "If you ever need our help, you have only to ask. We are indebted to you both for your service to our Filthy White Whore." Roberta looked startled at those last three words, but Nancy waved it away. "It is some kind of honorary title," she explained. "At least I think it is." Mrs. Wong snorted. * * * A short time later, Nancy was sound asleep in her bed with Grandma sitting in her armchair with Rascal snoring beside her. The others had all gone. Cindy had driven BB back to her dorm after they had discussed her situation and decided she should be safe or as safe as anyone in Delta City could be. The demons had not seemed to know who she was, but had merely grabbed the first Aphrodite they had come acrosss. The fact that she was Blue Bird's sister seemed way to much of a coincidence, as Nancy had already deduced, but it didn't seem to be the demon's doing. Nancy had promised BB that they would get together once she was back on her feet, so they could discuss things, including St Lucifer's. Cindy had also promised to phone Cyril and let him know Nancy was ok. Roberta had to get home to get some sleep herself for her next shift. * * * Night Raven watched the two men in the small motor boat step ashore and with some difficulty pull it further onto the sandy beach. The busty blonde heroine in her skimpy black outfit was hidden behind a tree some twenty yards away from the shore. It was a narrow, rocky little beach, quite isolated and not the sort to attract swimmers or sun bathers. Still, in the hour before dawn, it had attracted the two men in the boat and a black van with four more men. The latter had made its way to the beach along a narrow, bumpy path with ruts deep enough to indicate it had been used many times before. Night Raven had followed the van to the scene on her motorcycle which she had hidden in the small grove of trees to creep forward to observe the meeting. "Smugglers," the heroine muttered softly to herself as she watched three men get out of the van and open its back door. Night Raven glanced out to sea where there was the dim bulk of a cargo ship. The ship was headed for the Delta City docks, but had stopped here to unload something they didn't want detected by the port authorities. Either it was very important, or they were too cheap to pay the normal bribes to the port inspectors, thought Night Raven. The heroine hadn't known about this meeting. She had merely beeen tipped off that the van belonged to some thugs and had been following it and so had ended up witnesssing this little transaction. As the two men in the boat began to remove some crates and carry them towards the van, Night Raven had decided she had seen enough and now was the time to act. "Ok boys, consider yourselves busted," yelled Night Raven stepping out from behind her concealing tree and posing dramatically with her hands on her ample hips. She was on a slight rise overlooking the beach and in the dim predawn light, she hoped she looked like a dark menacing shadow to the criminals. The blonde loved it when the bad guys quaked in fear. "Oh fuck, it is one of those dumb bitch heroines from Delta City," snarled one of the men from the van. Dumb bitch? Night Raven gritted her teeth at the insult and raced across the beach towards the men. They hadn't even recognized her. Of course it was dark, but they should have known it was the awesome Night Raven, the dark scourge of the underworld! The heroine was on top of the three men from the van before they could think to draw any weapons, let alone aim and fire. The blonde lashed out with a series of kicks and punches that sent all three flying to lie stunned on the rock covered sand. The two men from the boat had put down the crate they had been carrying and now rushed at her. Night Raven ducked under the punch of one of them and slammed a fist into his gut which doubled him up. A spin kick to his buddy's jaw knocked him down and a second kick sent the first man sprawling on the ground. "This is way too easy boys," laughed Night Raven as she paused to regard the five stunned men. Wait a second. Five? Weren't there six? At that point the driver of the van and the missing man in her calculations slammed into Night Raven from behind and sent her sprawling. The heroine banged her head on one of the numerous rocks on her way down and lay there stunned. Before the heroine could regain her senses and her feet, the other five men piled on top of her, raining down punches and kicks, further stunning the blonde. Night Raven struggled as hands grasped her and pulled her arms behind her back. She felt something cold and metallic snap first around one wrist and then the other. Handcuffs. Finally, the heroine lay there panting with a man holding down each of her legs and another one holding her shoulders. "Is that Flag Slut?" asked a voice as one of the other three men played a flashlight over Night Raven's body. "Nah," said a second voice. "Flag Twat has a red, white and blue uniform and she's got bigger tits than this bitch." "I'm Night Raven, scourge of the dark," snapped Night Raven, indignent at the thought that anyone might confuse her with the airhead Flag Girl. "And I will have you know, my boobs are just as big as hers!" "Really?" said the first man who had spoken with an evil leer. "I guess we will just have to see if that is true or not." Before Night Raven had a chance to protest, or reconsider her ill chosen words, the man reached down and ripped her top off, exposing Night Raven's 36DD boobs to view. He dropped the shredded top on the beach and then grabbed a breast in each meaty hand and gave them a rough squeeze. "Nah, I don't think they are as big as Flag Slut's. I got to feel her up one time when I was working for Boss Venturo. He captured Ms. Ameribimbo and her stupid sidekick and we all got to enjoy them. Don't feel too down though honey. I haven't tried your pussy yet and maybe it will be as tight and juicy as Flag Whore's." With that, the man ripped Night Raven's bottoms off and she lay there mostly naked now cursing them all and struggling to get free. All the struggling did, however, was to make Night Raven's large, round boobs jiggle and bounce in a way that stimulated her watchers. The sound of a zipper being undone echoed acrosss the deserted beach. "Hey, we haven't got time for this," protested one of the men from the boat. "We've got a second load to bring from the ship." "Then unload the crates and go get it," snarled the man who had ripped Night Raven's costume off and who was getting on top of the heroine while the other three men from the van held her down. "I'm not passing up another chance for some wet super heroine cunt." "Don't you dare ," began Night Raven as she tried to turn her body to avoid the hard cock she felt rubbing over her upper thigh. "Oh, I dare," sneered the man as the head of his cock pushed against the restrained woman's pussy lips and began to push inside. Night Raven gave out a grunt and then a moan as she felt the hard, thick cock slide into her pussy. Oh fuck, she had to escape before her damn body betrayed her....again. It was already too late though, she realized as she felt her sopping wet hole clamp tightly around the invading cock. Damn her Aphrodite gene. It both gave her power and then betrayed her as another moan of pleasure escaped her lips as the man's cock spread her open and filled her so wonderfully. "The bitch is already getting into it," laughed the one holding Night Raven's shoulders down. "All these super heroines are cock loving whores," laughed the man in her pussy who began to thrust in and out with as much force as he could muster. which made Night Raven's boobs bounce all over the place The two men from the boat glared at the others for a while longer. "Fine, we will get the second load while you guys have some fun, but we get a turn when we get back." With that, they went back to the boat and unloaded the other crates onto the beach while Night Raven's fucking continued. There was the sound of a second sipper and then the man who had been holding her shoulders down pressed his throbbing organ to the blonde's lips. "Suck me off sweetie," he ordered and the moaning girl opened her mouth and gobbled down his cock eagerly as her Aphrodite body commanded she do so. * * * Ellen Pope / Dolphin Woman treaded water just off shore watching the small motor boat return to the cargo ship. Fancy had mentioned this beach in her diary as a place where she suspected smugglers were unloading goods and so the new heroine had been keeping a discreet eye on it during her morning swims with Raz and Taz. Ellen could see the dim outline of the stacked crates and the van on the shore. There were muffled cries and moans coming from the beach as well, but there wasn't enough light to make out what was going on there. Whatever was going on, it didn't seem like the smugglers were leaving immediately and that probably meant the motor boat would be making a second run, so she decided to wait and then try and take down the whole crew. Sure enough, a few minutes later the motor boat headed back for the shore with a second load of crates while the cargo ship got underway for the port. Oddly enough when the small boat was beached, the two men didn't start to unload it, but instead went farther up the beach to where whatever activity was going on was happening. Dolphin Woman had seen enough and decided it was time to move in. Telling Raz and Taz to keep watch, Ellen swam ashore and dashed towards the criminals. She didnt stop to do any dramatic poses or make bold declarations. She was sure Nancy would kick her butt if the detective ever found out she had done something that stupid. Ellen remembered the last session with Nancy in the converted gym when she had finally taken her teacher down and stooped over her to gloat. Even with her healing factor, that bruise had taken a day to stop hurting. "Take them out hard and fast," Nancy had told her. "When they are cuffed and being hauled away by the cops, you can think about gloating, but you are better to just move on to the next fight." That advice had seemed a bit of a downer to the exuberant young heroine, but she was determined not to mess up on her first solo action. She was going to kick some bad guy butt and .... Ellen stopped in mid stride and gaped at the scene in front of her. Suddenly the moans and cries she had heard made sense. There was a mostly naked, blonde with the mask that identified her as a heroine on her hands and knees with one cock shoved up her ass and another one down her throat. From the white globs that decorated her hair, face, mask and boobs, this wasn't her first go around either. One of the men who was currently not fucking Night Raven looked up to see Ellen approaching and stop. "Hey, it looks like we got another super slut to play with. Great, less waiting." The other three unoccupied men grinned and the four of them started towards Ellen who gave her head a shake and then charged to meet them. The over confident thugs quickly discovered that still dripping wet from her swim, Dolphin Woman was several times stronger than Night Raven. When she hit them with a punch, they didn't just go down stunned, but were knocked cold. The two men spit roasting Night Raven had kept on going while their buddies looked after the new bitch. Night Raven felt her mouth suddenly fill with another thick load of cum and a moment later she felt her ass also fill up with warm spunk. The arrival of another heroine, however, helped to jolt her back to her senses and when the two rapists pulled out of her, she reacted quickly. The man in front of her got a very painful head butt to his genitals which collapsed him to the ground clutching at his injured parts. Night Raven then sprang to her feet and kicked her ass rapist in the head knocking him to the ground. The angry heroine then proceeded to kick both men several more times until they stopped moving. "Take that you fucking bastards," Night Raven screamed and delivered one more hard kick to the head of each man and then stood there breathing hard. The heroine was still naked with her hands cuffed behind her back and cum dribbling from her ass and the corners of her mouth. Night Raven looked over to see if the other heroine needed any help and was impressed to see her standing still fully clothed with the other four goons out cold around her. The blonde was relieved to see the other heroine wasn't someone like Flag Girl who would have ribbed her about this situation for months. With a bit of wriggling, Night Raven managed to get her lock picks from her utility belt and undo the handcuffs. I'm Night Raven. "Thanks for the help," said Night Raven walking over and offering her hand to the stranger. "THE Night Raven?" gushed Ellen which made the other woman beam, but then Ellen got herself under control. "Umm you are welcome," she said in a more what she hoped was a professional tone and shook the offered hand. "I'm Dolphin Woman." "A newbie eh?" said Night Raven. "Well if you need any advice, I would be glad to help you," continued the blonde, more or less ignoring her own cum covered and naked status as well as what had been happening to her until Ellen had intervened on her behalf. "Thanks," said Ellen. Then using the cuffs and some ropes they found in the van, the two heroines secured all six men and then went to check the crates. "Too big for drugs," said Night Raven thoughtfully as they pried open one crate and looked down at a dozen or so assault rifles. "Fuck, they could equip a small army with this stuff." Night Raven pulled her cell phone from her belt and called the State Police since they were outside the Delta City limits. The older heroine then pulled out a needle and thread from her belt and began to do some quick repairs to her costume, so the cops wouldn't find her naked when they got there. "Well, I had better be going, said Ellen as she heard Raz and Taz chittering offshore. "It was really great to meet you." Night Raven stopped her sewing and moved over to the younger heroine and surprised Ellen by wrapping her arms around her and planting a long, wet kiss on her lips. "Consider that a down payment for my thanks," she said with a wink and went back to her sewing as Ellen nodded blushed and ran back into the water. Night Raven noticed then that one of the goons had woken up in time to witness the kiss and was smirking at her. "Bastard," said Night Raven and took the smirk off his face by accidently stepping on his nuts as she sat down in the back of the van to finish her costume repairs. * * * "How are you feeling today?" asked Grandma when Nancy opened her eyes again. Nancy cautiously pushed herself to her hands and knees on the bed, having slept on her stomach all night with no clothes or sheets covering her back. "Not bad," she said after a minute as she moved into a sitting position on the bed. "I don't think I want anyone slapping me on the back for a while yet, but other than that, I feel okay. Starving though," she added as her stomach rumbled. Rascal gave a short bark and the detective swore the dog was laughing at her. "Be quiet you, or you won't get any breakfast," said Nancy wagging a finger at the animal and walking across to her fridge in the vain hope it contained something edible. To her surprise, there was a whole, cold pizza waiting for her. "Mrs. Wong said you liked it cold for breakfast," said Grandma, "and so do I," she added as she held out her hand for a piece. Rascal gave another short bark and Grandma sighed. "You know it isn't good for you," she admonished, but nodded at Nancy who gave the dog a slice of his own. The three of them ate pizza in silence for several slices, before Grandma spoke. "When I asked how you were feeling, I didn't just mean physically or at least not just your back. To put it bluntly, how is your sex drive this morning?" Nancy finished chewing and swallowing a bite of pizza while she considered this question and thought about her actions over the past few days in particular. "Hmmm, well I know my sex drive has noticably increased ever since I came to Delta City, but even more so since my first meeting with Danielle. Then what happened at the Hood Estate took that up a few more notches. I sure as hell wasn't acting always normally or even rationally in a few places. If I had to judge, I would say I was back about the level I was when I first met Danielle. On the other hand, there isn't any temptation around me right now, so I might be being a bit optimistic." "Ah, a sure proof of my age," commented Grandma. "I am no longer a temptation." "Nancy opened her mouth to say something, but Grandma waved it off. "They were trying to turn you into one of them" said Grandma. "They almost succeeded," admitted Nancy. "It was only seeing BB and realizing she was Blue Bird's sister, along with that red dragon pin that saved me." Nancy took another bite of pizza and chewed it thoughtfully. "You asked how I was feeling and there is something besides the sex drive that I have been slow to notice. I think I am stronger and faster than I used to be when I first came to Delta City." That probably has nothing to do with the demons," replied Grandma, "or at least not directly Sometimes stress or other factors can activate more of the potential of the Aphrodite gene." "I don't even know if I am an Aphrodite though," pointed out Nancy. Grandma shrugged. "I think it is safe to assume you are some type of Aphrodite." To change the subject though, what are yur plans now?" Nancy shrugged. "Something has to be done about the demons, but how or what I am not sure. They had a huge one of those yellow crystals there and it seemed to be feeding energy into something they called the Bloodsoul Pool. From what you said and what I can guess, they use that crystal and the pool to gather and store the sexual energy generated in Delta City, mainly from the Aphrodites." "That sounds about right," allowed Grandma. "Demons like them live off emotions such as fear, hate and especially the sexual energy from rape. Normally,they have to be either in direct physical contact or at least close proximity to the source though in order to absorb the energy." That is one reason they so often directly participate in the rape. "I am just guessing about some things," replied Nancy thoughtfully. "Some of this is based on hints from Danielle and Danial and some is from my own observations and did I mention the guesswork? I think there is some reboot or reset mechanism that the demons discovered when they came to this dimension. Maybe it was what attracted them to come here in the first place. I don't think the demons created it, but just found it already operating. I don't have any ideas on who did create it, but I think it is fairly old, centuries or maybe even millenia old. It is old enough that it has started to malfunction and fixing it is at least partly why the demons wanted my help in the first place. The demons seem to have control of the mechanism, but I am not sure if their control is as total as they like to let on. In some ways, they are like children who find a dangerous weapon. They have figured out how to use it, but don't really understand it. I thought at one time, they were working with some humans to better understand and experiment with the mechanism, but after the last reboot, I am not so sure of what alliances they have, if any." "Do you have any ideas on how to stop them?" querie Grandma. Nancy shook her head. "Destroying that crystal would probably take away a lot of their power, But even if I found a way back to their dimension, I would have to fight my way through hundreds or thousands of demons to get near it. I also don't know what effect destroying it would have on Delta City. It might cause a feedback that might wipe out the city. I think the demons were genuinlly concerned when they thought some of the nexus points were failing. I know they weren't concerned about mere humans, but more about the loss of power to them. The only thing I can think of is that any mechanism must have some kind of control center. If it was made by humans, it would probably look all computerish, but in this case I suspect it probably looks quite different. If we could find that control center, assuming it even exists, we might be able to shut down the mechanism and deprive the demons of their energy source." "What do you think that would do to the Aphrodites?" asked Grandma. "Nothing directly," said Nancy. "It would keep the demons from experimenting on them, but it wouldn't do anything to alleviate the nasty parts of the Aphrodite gene that has beenbuilt into it. Ironically, the reboot mechanism has been acting to save the heroines in certain situations such as unmasking. If we shut off the mechanism, that little bit of protection would also be gone. It is a mess anyway you look at it, a lose lose situation for the heroines.." "Have you thought about telling the heroines all this?" asked Grandma. "Yes, but in the first place, why would they believe me?" replied Nancy. "Ms. Americana was more than a little skeptical when I tried to warn her about the demons. I can imagine her reaction to my telling her about some reality altering device and that she has been essentially a lab rat for experiments. None of the heroines remember what happened to them, so I would just be a crazy woman spouting nonsense. It might even be worse if they believed me. What kind of psychological damage would such knowledge do to most people? How would people react to finding out that many of their memories are not real and that someone has the power to alter their whole life on a whim?" "Which brings us back to what you plan to do about it," observed Grandma. "I wish I could say 'Why me? Why is it up to me to do anything?', but it does seem to be my job, my responsibility since I am the only one who remembers how things were after a reboot. I am as much a victim of my design as the heroines are. I can't go after the demons directly, but I can try to find and save the heroines and all the other Aphrodites. My instincts tell me that this might lead to a solution for the demons even if I can't imagine how. My instincts have served me well in the past, so I am not going to start doubting them now." Grandma nodded and stood up. "Well, it is time for me to be on my way and let you get on with it then." "I still don't know who you are and how you fit into all this," protested Nancy. "You know an awful lot and don't seem affected by the reboot mechanism. Who are you? What are you?" "I'm a friend," replied Grandma. "I will do what I can to help yu, but that might not be very much. As for who and what I am, well I can only tell you that we have met before even if you don't remember. You are also familiar with the 'need to know' rationale, so that is all I can or will say for the moment." Nancy sat on the edge of her bed fighting back feelings of anger and frustration as she watched Grandma and Rascal go out her apartment door. * * * Captain Glory regarded the woman sitting opposite him at the restaurant table. Chez Lune was definitely upscale and the maitre'd had done everything but sneer when he had arrived with his battered shield slung over his back. Maybe he should have left it in his motel room, but he felt incomplete without it. As imperfect and battered as it was, it was part of him. He was feeling as old and battered as his shield lately and maybe that was why he couldn't abandon it, even for a few hours in a ritzy restaurant. The hero gave his head a mental shake and returned his thoughts to the woman he was sharing a table with. Her phonecall had come out of the blue and he wasn't even sure how she had gotten his cell number. It wasn't like he advertised it on his shield or anything like that. "So, Ms. Lion, what exactly did you want to talk to me about?" Captain Glory asked and made himself look the blonde in the eyes and not down that acre of cleavage she was displaying. "As I said Captain, I represent the Delta City Improvement Committee or the DCIC for short. We are a group of business owners and other concerned citizens who are tired of the tawdry reputation Delta City has acquired. We have more adult book stores, strip clubs and outright whore houses per capita than any city in the world. The DCIC wants to clean up the city." "That's a laudable goal," agreed Captain Glory, "but how do yu think I fit into this plan of yours?" "In at least two ways," smiled Tawnee. "First of course you are a hero and are working to eliminate the very things the DCIC deplores. Second, we think you would make a great spokesman for our committee." "Spokesman? Me? I just arrived in Delta City, protested Captain Glory. You have plenty of heroes who are long established here like Ms. Americana." "Ah yes, Ms. Americana and the other members of the so called She Legion," sighed Tawnee. "I am trying to be delicate here, but they are much better at losing their tops and the rest of their skimpy outfits than they are at dealing with crime. I can provide you the statistics, but crime rates continue to rise despite the best efforts of the She Legion. Then there is their moral character and the property damage associated with them to consider." "I am not sure I follow you or agree with you on that point," said Captain Glory stiffly. As he spoke, the hero felt something brush against his leg under the table, but ignored it. Ms. Lion was just shifting her position and it was an accidental touch, nothing more. "It is certainly noble of you to defend them," replied Tawnee and she once more rubbed her panty hose covered foot that she had slipped out of her heels over the man's tree trunk of a leg. "The truth sadly is that the so called defenders of the city have been routinely caught having sex in all manner of public venues with all manner of people and things. You were not here when the Aberration came after them for revenge or whatever and ended up causing millions of dollars in damage to property. They were totally ineffective in stopping him and just ended up as his living sex toys." Captain Glory felt his cheeks colour. He had not been here, but he had seen the video on YouTube before the rather graphic parts of it were taken down. There had been an especially long sequence with Ms. Americana bent over the hood of a half destroyed police car being fucked by the massive green cock of the Aberration. More disturbing than the sex itself was that in the audio, the heroine had been begging the creature to fuck her harder. Captain Glory was still replaying that video in his mind and musing over his own recent interactions with some of the heroines when he felt Tawnee's foot rub over his groin and his now semi erect cock. "I can feel that your thoughts are starting to align with ours," smiled Tawnee as she felt the hard member twitch under her touch. "Perhaps we can go back to my place and discuss it in more detail after lunch?" Captain Glory found himself nodding his head in agreement. * * * Nancy had just returned to the main room after having a shower and contemplating her wardrobe when an alarm went off on her tablet. The blonde fished it out of her trenchcoat pocket and went through the elaborate security procedure as quickly as she could. That alarm tone indicated the tablet's AI had detected something significant relating to the heroines. This is Delta City Freedom," said a suave masculine baritone voice. What the hell, thought Nancy as she scanned the broadcast information. Whatever this was, it was coming in over all the commercial television and radio stations in Delta City as well as being streamed live on pretty much every social media platform. Nancy switched on the video feed and saw none other than Randy Oaks staring back at her from the small screen. What the hell squared, she thought. "We regret interrupting your normal programming and we will return you to it shortly. We are sorry for the inconvenience, but this broadcast is of extreme importance to the citizens of Delta City," Oaks paused to smile briefly and then went on. "My name is Reverend Randy Oaks. I am sure that by now, you have heard all kinds of allegations made against me and some of my associates and friends. I am here before you today to tell my side of the story and refute those baseless allegations." "My fellow citizens of Delta City, I regret to inform you that there is a secret conspiracy hiding in the bosom of our fair city. These lawless and godless conspirators have conspired to frame myself and others as part of their heretofor hidden agenda. What is that agenda and who are these conspirators? Those are the extremely important questions that has forced me into taking this drastic action to borrow the airwaves and disrupt your normal viewing and listening." The conspirators are among those we have trusted the most and that makes their actions even more heineous. I am talking about Ms. Americana and the other so called super heroines of the She Legion, along with other prominant conspirators. How can this be you ask? Don't the super heroines defend our fair city from the criminals and super villains who would threaten us?" That is what they would have you believe, but let's consider the true facts shall we? These so called heroines all hide their identities behind masks, meaning there is no accountability for their actions." We have no idea who these people really are or what motives they are hiding behind those masks. "All of the heroines, except one, operate as vigilantes with no official sanction from the duly appointed authorities such as the Delta City PD, one of the finest police forces in this great country. The one exception??" A picture of an extremely busty blonde in a black bikini and mask flashed on the screen. "Meet Esha. Hardly an icon of virtue. She was and probably still is the most notorious cat burglar in the world and now working for the FBI. How much confidence does that give you in the objectivity of federal authorities in this matter?" You might have noticed the rather skimpy attire of Ms. Esha, but she is hardly atypical of the attire worn by these so called heroes." On the screen now there came a series of photos showing the skimpy costumes of Ms .Americana, Flag Girl, Green Spectre, Lady Midnight, Got Gal and the rest of the She Legion. "Just what type of moral example do these women provide to the impressionable youth of our city?" "Not only are the costumes more akin to what you would expect from a stripper or prostitute, but then there are the numerous wardrobe malfunctions we have witnessed all too often." Now as Oaks was speaking, a new series of photos of the superheroines was being shown depicting nipple slips, boobs popped out of their tops and outright topless pictures. The last picture, frozen now on the screen showed a topless Omega Woman standing proudly on the steps of city hall with her hands on her hips and smiling broadly. If their attire was not bad enough,we have all seen way too many examples of their lewd behaviour. The following footage is unfortunately very graphic as it is needed to demonstrate their actions. I advise all parents to remove their young children from the viewing area at this point." There was a pause of about five seconds, apparently for parents to cover their children's eyes or boot them out of the room and then a series of short video clips began to play. It started with a close-up of Ms. Americana lovingly sucking on a large cock, showing her mouth bobbing up and down on the shaft and her tongue flicking out to caress it while she made little soft moans of quite apparent pleasure. The second clip showed a scene Nancy recognized from a few weeks back when she had rescued Green Spectre and Spectre Girl. The two naked blondes were kissing and making out as the camera pulled back to show them fucking each other with a two headed dildo. The third clip showed Lady Midnight with her huge chocolate brown boobs bouncing and swaying wildly as she was being fucked doggy style and encouraging the man to fuck her harder. The fourth clip showed Got Gal and Got Chick lying naked in the middle of some street, bodies covered with cum and dripping from their gaping pussies. The clip ended as two more spurts of cum rained down on the heroines who had their mouths open trying to capture the jizz with outstretched tongues. "Again, my apologies for the extreme nature of that video," continued Oaks, "but it was absolutely necessary to establish the moral character of the conspirators. I am sure that many of you have seen such outrageous behavior on nearly a daily basis." "Now let us turn to what these so called heroines have accomplished for Delta City." A line graph appeared on the screen, showing two rapidly rising red and blue lines. "The red line shows the city's crime rate," said Oaks as he pointed to it. "Despite the efforts of our valiant Delta City PD, the crime rate in the city has risen in each of the last ten years." "The blue line indicates the property damage caused by the She Legion. Again, you will notice the steady increase in the last ten years. I am sorry to say that this year's total promises to be off the chart thanks to the altercation the heroines had with the Aberration a few days ago." At this point, the uncensored YouTube video of Ms. Americana bent over a ruined police car being fucked by the Aberration was shown. The camera then pulled back to show the many damaged vehicles and buildings which made downtown Delta City look like a war zone. I mentioned at the start that there were other individuals involved in this conspiracy becides the heroines themselves. Let me introduce you to some of them." Pictures of Brenda Wade, Axanna Morgan, Tonya O'Donnell and Megan Fitzpatrick were flashed on the screen, each occupying a quarter of the space in a grid. "These four women by their ownership of companies and by their on air presence control virtually all of the so called free media of Delta City. I am sure you recognize Brenda Wade, perhaps the richest person in Delta City. How could you fail not to recognize her? To refresh your memory, however, here are some more photos of Ms. Wade." A series of pictures of Brenda Wade in revealing , low cut dresses and bathing suits followed. "Perhaps, you notice the similarity in her chosen attire to that of the super heroines she champions?" "Next, we have Assistant DA, Angela Greer," continued Oaks and a picture of the African-American woman in a low cut outfit with her boobs nearly falling out the top came on the screen. "This is the woman who is responsible for filing the blatantly false allegations against myself and my good friend Skylar Bridge." "I am sure you all know of the numerous charitable works of Mr. Bridge, including Bridge House which provides shelter to the battered women of our city. Despite this, these women and I am sure you have noticed they are all women, have conspired to attack Mr. Bridge's reputation and even go so far as to trump up charges against him. Why? I can only speculate that their ultra feminist and lesbian agenda drives them to do it. They hate all men so much, that they attack the one man who has tried to reach out and improve the lives of all women in this city." "The values and goals of these women are so radical, they might even be considered a cult of sorts. Consider the following video evidence." Another video clip playd, showing only a second or two for each heroine. "Goddess," gasped Ms. Americana. "Great Goddess of Got," cried Got Gal. "Oh Goddess," yelled Green Spectre. "Oh my Goddess," cried Lady Midnight. "Oh my Goddess, I am cumming!!!!" yelled Amazing Babe. "Just who is this 'Goddess' they all pledge allegiance to?" asked Oaks. "The last time I checked my bible, there was no Goddess in it! Clearly, these heroines are working to undermine and overthrow the Christian values our city and our country were founded on and replace them with some type of pagan worship." "Let me introduce you to one last member of this grand conspiracy," said Oaks and a picture of Nancy flashed on the screen. "Meet Nancy Peye, possibly the leader of the conspiracy or maybe just their most ruthless and immoral member. She claims to be a private eye, but I doubt anyone can forget her live, prime time porn show." Another brief video clip ran showing Nancy from the performance at the Ritz hotel with her getting her ass fucked by the bomber. "Since then she has gone on to be a top attraction at the notorious strip joint called the Pussycat Club," intoned Oaks and a brief clip of Nancy dancing with Sahara appeared. "Ms. Peye has also been voted by public poll as the second most immoral woman in Delta City, barely losing out to the notorious and murderous Dragon Queen. Recently when the Delta City Impprovement Committee attempted to purchase and rehabilitate the Pussycat Club, Ms. Peye violently attacked the representatives of that organization, yet no charges were laid by her good friend Angela Greer." "These are the people who have trumped up charges against Skylar Bridge, myself and some hard working and loyal employees of Mr. Bridge. You may have heard or read in the traditional news media that we jumped bail and fled to international waters on the private island belonging to Mr. Bridge. Of course, you read or viewed those accounts on media controlled by conspirators such as Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan. Of course they gave objective, unbiased coverage to our actions," and the sarcasm dripped from Oak's voice. "The truth is that we were forced to flee the corrupt judicial system controlled and dominated by the conspirators. We had as much of a chance at receiving a fair trial as Jesus did from Herod." "The question you must ask yourself as you view this evidence of a conspiracy, is who will these ruthless people go after next, disguised by their claims to be serving good? Will it be you? Stay tuned for more broadcasts from Delta City Freedom as we uncover and expose the actions of these vile conspirators." The screen returned to showing normal programming. * * * "So, is there an arrest warrant out for me yet?" Nancy asked Cindy as they sat in Cindy's car in front of a large house in a quiet part of Delta City. "Not yet," replied Cindy, "but Borden is pushing for it. "His problem is that while there was a lot of innuendo in Oak's broadcast, what charges could he bring and make stick? Anything to do with the Pussycat Club is dicey since he know Cyril could blow half the force out of the water including Borden himself. The whole DCIC is a front, so I doubt they want to have someone with a record like Morris be the person you assaulted. Even the most corrupt judge in town would laugh it out of court. Angela Greer is getting a lot of heat, but she is giving back as good as she gets and Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan aren't taking this lying down. From listening to the phone in shows on radio, I thinkthe city is fairly evenly split." "Still, it sounds like a good idea for me to drop out of sight for a day or two at least," said Nancy as she pulled on the shoulder length brunette wig and glasses. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Cindy. "Yes, I am almost certain there is someone working in Bridge House who is directing Aphrodites to Erotica Video and ultimately to Bridge," replied Nancy. "That is just too sick to let it go on. Bridge and Oaks think they have us on the run, but I intend to show him just how wrong he is and shut down his conduit." "I'm just worried that Bridge House might end up being collateral damage is all," said Cindy. Bridge might be a total murdering asshole, but Bridge House has helped a lot of women since it was founded." Nancy shrugged. "It might already be if what I think is true is happening. If there is an tumour, we have to cut it out and hope the patient survives." Cindy nodded unhappilly and they got out of the car and went up to the door of the mansion. Cindy rang the doorbell and then showed her badge to the video camera. There was a click as the door opened and the two women went inside where they were greeted by a somber looking brunette in her early forties. This is Tatianna Sorenko," said Cindy to the woman, showing her badge again. "We got a 911 call and found her boyfriend threatening her. We took him down to the station, but he will probably be out on bail tomorrow. He has a history of doing shit like this, so we convinced Tatianna to get out of there and she needs a place to stay until she can get things sorted out." "Of course, we never turn anyone away," said the woman and turned to Tatianna. "Hello dear, my name is Helen Givens. I am the director of Bridge House. You are welcome to stay as long as you need." "Thank you. My English. Not so good," said Tatianna in a thick Russian accent. "I apply become American citizen." "Oh, you just came to America? No relatives here?" asked Helen "No family here," agreed Tatianna. "Come here one month ago. No golden streets. Try to find job, but need better English. Meet guy. He seem nice at first then not so nice." "A too common story, agreed Helen. "I will give yu the tour then. We have private rooms on the second and third floors, but I'm afraid they are all full right now. We have some overflow beds in the attic. You would be the only one up there right now." "Is good for me," said Tatianna. Much better than scum ....scum...what you call him? Is slang word I forget." "Scum bag," suggested Helen. "That it," agreed Tatianna. "Any place better than scum bag place." "Well it looks like you are going to be ok here Tatianna," said Cindy as she headed for the door. "I will be in touch about your scumb bag and what happens to him." The ground floor of Bridge House had a large "family room" with a television and numerous comfortable chairs and sofas as well as tables for the women and children to do crafts or other things. Tatianna was surprised, though she realized she shouldn't have been, to find out many of the women arrived with children of various ages in tow. It turned out the second floor had a number of small suites to accomodate families while the third floor had smaller rooms for the single women. Besides the family room, the ground floor had a couple of offices, a nurse's exam room and a large kitchen and dining room. Helen introduced Tatianna to Nurse Janet McGregor. "It is totally optional, but Janet can give you a quick once over, check yur vital signs and so forth. If there are any medications you need, Janet can make arrangements to get them by the morning." Wanting to get to know everyone in Bridge House better, Tatianna agreed to a brief physical while Helen went up to the attic to make sure the sheets on the bed were fresh. "Please take off your blouse and skirt," said Nurse McGregor. "You can leave your underwear on unless there is something specific you need me to check on." Nancy removed her blouse and skirt and heard Janet gasp when she caught sight of her back. "My god, what did the bastard do to you?" cried the nurse. "No, I'm sorry,that was very unprofessional of me. I just thought I had seen everything, but I was wrong. I've seen cigarrette burns, black eyes, broken bones, but nothing like that." "Vas vhip," said Tatianna. "Vas vhile ago. Mostly better now." Nurse McGregor nodded and made a note in her chart then quickly took Tatianna's temperature, blood pressure and pulse. "Well that all seems normal. Do you need anything for pain? The strongest thing I have is Tylenol, but if you need something more, I can check with a doctor in the morning." "No, thank you," replied Tatianna. "Is not bad now." Helen was back by the time Tatianna had gotten dressed and showed her up to her bed in the attic. It was one large airy room with a large window. There were four bunks under the eaves and the only real downside was having to duck a bit to get into bed. If you were fleeing an abusive relationship, that seemed like a small price to pay thought Tatianna. It is just about supper time and we have a shift change coming up, explained Helen. Janet and I are here during the day and there are usually one or two volunteers around as well. Overnight, there are always at least two people on duty. We try and keep the location fairly secret, but sometimes a boyfriend or husband finds out and makes a scene. If you have a cell phone and talk to anyone, please don't tell them where you are. It is for your own safety and the safety of all the other residents." Tatianna nodded. "I not tell anyone, she affirmed. "Thank you," said Helen. "Now let's get you some supper. The residents get together to make the food. Maybe you could show us how to make some of your native Russian food one day." Tatianna wondered what kinds of pizza they had in Russia. * * * Tawnee Lion opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the throbbing cock in front of her. It hadn't taken much encouragement for the fool to go to her place for a drink and once there to get him into her bed. His stupid square shield was leaning against one side of the bed and the good captain was stretched out on top of it with his costume pants tugged down to his ankles. Not that sucking the boy scout's cock was any hardship though, thought Tawnee. There was no doubting Captain Glory was an Adonis with a cock this large, both in length and girth. In fact if Tawnee wasn't an Aphrodite herself, she doubted she could get this big boy into her mouth, let alone where else she intended to have it. Her orders were to get Captain Glory to sign on as their spokesperson or spokesfool. Once she had him eating out of her hand, or better yet her pussy, he would do anything they told him to do. "There is more than one way to skin a dog," Kitty Kat had told her before sending Tawnee off to meet wiwth Captain Dufus. Captain Glory watched his cock disappearing into the soft, warm mouth of the blonde. God it felt so damn good as he felt her tongue sliding over his dick. It had all happened so fast. They had come back to this beautiful penthouse suite, she had toured him around and then the next thing he knew, she had pushed him onto his back on the huge bed and was tugging his pants down. He knew this wasn't very professional, but damn it felt good as she swallowed his cock inch by inch. She was looking up at him, making eye contact and those eyes were going wide with the effort to get his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. It was a task that more than a few had attempted,, but none had ever quite succeeded at. In the end, even Tawnee came up short by about two inches, but it was still a new record. After several more minutes of intense sucking and licking by the woman, Captain Glory felt a tingle in his balls and knew he was close. "I, Im going to cum" gasped the captain as he ran his hands through that soft blonde mane. Tawnee didn't say anything and she really couldn't with her throat so stuffed full, but her eyes meeting his were seductive and willing for him to finish in her mouth. A few seconds later, she got her wish as a massive blast of cum pumped out of the man's balls and right down her throat into her stomach. A second equally large blast followed it and then only a slightly smaller third. Slowly, tawnee pulled her mouth back along the length of the throbbing cock until just the tip was in her mouth and she felt the fourth blast fill her mouth to overflowing. Damn, she loved Adonis cock. It was so rare and she was going to have to thank Kitty Kat properly for letting her have this marvelous dick and its creamy load. The blonde imagined kissing Kitty Kat with her breath still tasting of the Adonis hero and that made her pussy tingle with anticipation. Thinking of her pussy, Tawnee finally slipped the cock out of her mouth and finished tugging off the heros boots and pants. Then the already naked blonde straddled his waist and took a firm grip on his slick shaft and guided it towards her waiting and aching slit. Captain Glory had barely stopped cumming when he saw the sexy blonde climbing on top of him. He felt her grab his cock and rub it briefly over her sopping cunt lips before sliding it inside her. She was so wet that it penetrated her with almost no effort and then he felt her velvet tunnel close around his cock and he decided that coming to Delta City had been the best thing he had ever done in his life. The blonde began to ride the hero's cock like a possessed woman, bucking up and down with her large breasts swinging about wildly. Captain Glory found the sight of those bouncing boobs mesmorizing until finally he began to thrust his hips upwards in time with the motion of the woman's movements. He felt her pussy grip his cock tighter suddenly and realized she was cumming and in the next instant felt the flood of her juices coating his shaft. He thrust up a half a dozen times more and then he began to shoot his load into that heavenly pussy. Sometime later, Captain Glory was sound asleep with the naked Tawnee curled up tight against him. A few more sessions like they had just had and she was confident the buffoon would do anything she asked of him. Images of him pulverizing that bitch of a private eye danced through Tawnees mind and she smiled as she fell into a contented sleep. * * * It was after midnight and Tatianna lay in her bed in the attic reviewing the day's events and making plans. After supper she had met the night shift workers, Judith baxter and Leslie Blank. Judith was a social worker and counsellor in her early thirties with sandy brown hair while Leslie was a young African-American who had just finished a psychology degree and was planning to get her doctorate. There were four family groups with a total of nine children ranging from a baby in arms up to nine years old. The third floor had another six women. During the tour, the undercover detective had noticed that Bridge House still had several filing cabinets of paper records in the director's office as well as an older model computer that wasn't connected to the Internet. Bridge House did have a web site, but that was housed on the server of a third party and contained only promotional and reference material. They were smaart enough not to house any client records on any computer that could be hacked via the Internet. Nancy was tempted to visit the Director's office in the wee hours of the morning, but decided against it. The night staff apparently spent most of the night in the family room, but the detective wanted to get a better feel for the house routine before doing a little breaking and entering to search the records for anything that might help her. She suspected the staff would be anxious over a new resident and keeping a closer eye on her the first night. It was best to bide her time for a day. If nothing else, it would keep her out of the public eye and maybe the whole Delta City Freedom stupidity would die down. * * * John Smith was getting ready for bed when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the number and smiled hopefully. "Hello?" he said into the phone. "We have a new resident who might be suitable for your purposes," said the voice on the other end. "Oh? Tell me more," replied Smith. "Her name is Tatianna Sorenko. She is Russian. A new immigrant with no family here." "That sounds interesting," agreed Smith. "Do you have a picture? Is she an Aphrodite?" "Yes, I got her picture from one of the security cameras and will send it right away. With a body like that, she is an Aphrodite allright." "Good, I will be in touch," said Smith and he disconnected. When the photo came in, he smiled even broader. Yes, this Tatianna looked very promising. His special client had been on him almost daily lately looking for someone just like this. Tomorrow might be a very profitable day for him. The End