Delta City PI #28 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 portrayed in sexual situations are 18 or older. Delta City, Ms. Americana, Azure Angel etc. are the creation of Mr. X. Nancy is my creation. If you want to use Nancy in your own stories, feell free to do so, but please keep her character in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Nancy tossed and turned in her bed in the attic of Bridge House. The dreams that had plagued her had returned after they had abated the last week or so. Caught up in her fevered state, Nancy thought that somehow the demon contamination was inimical to the source of her dreams and with the contamination gone, the dreams were free to return. Nancy awoke and sat bolt upright in bed and shivered. The dream had been different this time, but without being able to explain why, the blonde knew the dreams were all related. She just wished the damn things would stop or at least have a clearer message. This time there had been no throat slitting or weird animals being killed. In the dream, she had just been floating in midair while a strange voice spoke to her. Human, you have aided us before when we required justice. That ancient evil is once more active and so also once more, we must request your help to redress this wrong. The time is coming soon." Now what the hell did that mean? "Are you ok Tatianna?" asked an unfamiliar voice as a head poked into the attic room. "I was making my rounds and heard you give a little scream or something. I don't mean to pry, but the first night is often pretty rough on people who come here, so we keep a closer watch." It took Nancy a second or two to get her mind back into her cover identity and remember where she was and why. Oh yes, the woman was Judith Baxter, the social worker who normally worked the night shift at Bridge House. "Dah, I mean yes, I am fine. Just was nightmare." "Want to talk about it? I have a fresh pot of coffee on in the kitchen." Tatianna was about to refuse, but thought better of it. She had wanted an excuse to see the place in operation at night before trying to raid the offices for information, so she might as well take advantage of this opportunity. When they had sat down at the kitchen table with cups of coffee, Leslie Blank came in stifling a yawn and joined them. The young black woman was the other night staffer and working towards her doctorate in psychology. "God, these twelve hour night shifts are either all crisis or the most boring thing in the world," said Leslie. "Crisis?" asked Tatianna in her thick Russian accent. Leslie nodded. "We never know when the doorbell will ring and the cops bring us in some poor woman, maybe with kids in tow, who is all beat up and hysterical." "Or it could be some angry boyfriend or husband with a gun," added Judith. "That happen?" asked Tatianna, making herself look alarmed. "Oh sorry dear, I shouldn't have said anything to alarm you," said Judith. "It isn't like the bad old days much anymore. If there is trouble, we just call 911 and the police take care of it. I am just older than young Leslie here and can remember before we had Bridge House and places like it, or when the cops didn't give a damn if a woman was beat up by her significant other." "Ahh," said Tatianna, relaxing and taking a sip of her coffe which still tasted horrible after three spoonfulls of sugar. "Anyway, looks like a quiet night so far," said Leslie. "I am all caught up on my paperwork. The original Ghostbusters is the late night movie, so you are welcome to join us in the common room if you can't sleep." Tatianna declined, saying she was going to try to getback to sleep and went up to the attic. Instead of laying down, however, she pulled out her tablet and decided to do some virtual poking around. Well, that was interesting thought Tatianna a little while later. Bridge House had a video camera at both doors to help screen visitors. The doors were reinforced steel with electronic locks that could only be released from the inside or by a six digit code using the exterior keypad. Those two cameras were apparently managed by an outside security firm that monitored them 24/7 and kept the recorded video offsite. There were, however, some other hidden cameras scattered throughout the house that were not supposed to be there. Helen, the Bridge House director had specifically told her during the tour that there was no internal surveillance. Apparently, someone was doing some very unofficial and presumably illegal surveillance. Tatianna tapped into the illegal cameras and quickly found there was one in the attic that she promptly disabled. If someone came to check on it, the camera would seem to have simply malfunctioned. Some of the other cameras, however, were in the private rooms on the second and third floors. At first, Tatianna had wondered if these were unofficial cameras put in by the night staff to make their life easier, but there was no good reason for the cameras in private rooms. No, someone was wanting to keep a peeping eye on the residents and staff. There was a camera in the common room and it showed Judith and Leslie eating popcorn and watching the late late movie. Nancy shut off her tablet and laid back down. She didn't like the idea of these cameras, but they were further proof that something was very rotten in Bridge House. The cameras could also be useful to her own covert operations as no one knew she had discovered and tapped into them. Tomorrow night, she would go exploring. * * * "The fucking elevator is contaminated and we won't be able to use it for at least a month", snarled Danial. "We have other doorways we can use," said Danielle with a dismissive shrug. The two demons were standing on the top of the cliff in their home dimension, close to where the unearthly elevator served as a gateway to the human world. Near them, there were two fires burning over an obscene fuel of skulls and bones. Over one of the fires, hung two large black pots that bubbled black and silver liquids as Tendril and Moonsilver were being both punished for their failure and reconstituted once more. "I know, but I want to go up there and kill the bitch myself," snappped Danial. "Then it is just as well the elevator is not working, replied Danielle. "She wouldn't be in her office anyway considering the shape she was in. A normal human would have died from that whiping and even she won't shake it off easily. I share your frustration and anger, but she still might prove more useful to us alive than dead." "I still dont understand how she did it. We had her converted, she was one of us and it would have become permanent with her next actions. How did she manage to cleanse herself? I can no longer sense her other than dimly. We had contaminated her with our own essence. At one time we could watch every filthy thing the slut did and feed off it directly and now she eludes my thoughts like a phantom." "Mine as well," admitted Danielle. "Our plan was working, she was almost ours and I have no idea how she escaped our trap. As a transformed demon, the fate of a mere human should not have affected her. The blood lust from watching us whip the human slut would have driven her to rape and kill the bitch." "We should kill her at the first opportunity," grumbled Danial. "Why waste a cow?" asked Danielle. "We can still feed off her sexual energy via the mechanism as we do with all the other Aphrodite cows. Also, she was useful when we needed someone to effect repairs on the nexus points. The mechanism is old and we might need her for that again before this is done. She would never do it to help us, but she would if she thought it might endanger those other precious humans she seems to care about." "Alright, you have made your point," agreed Danial. "We have our new initiative launching today and she might prove to be an interesting piece in it. At the very least it should significantly increase the rate of assaults on the heroines to feed us with sexual energy." "Yes, she might," said Danielle. "Now, I am starving." The two demons turned to look at the second fire. One of the Wyrm creatures was roasting over it on a spit. "Is it done?" asked Danial. "It is still whimpering, but the skin is a nice golden brown," said Danielle who produced a long sharp knife. "Do you want meat from the human section or the worm section?" "Some of both my dear," smiled Danial. * * * Pantheress looked from her computer screen to her "guest" and smiled. The dark skinned villainess turned back to read the screen again. It was posted on the "dark web" of course. First Annual Superheroine Sex Video Awards $10,000 to the winner of each catagory $50,000 additional to the best overall video All entries to be hosted on contest site Pay per view revenue to be split 50-50 with entrants All videos must be new as of the start of this contest Catagories Best blowjob / facial Best anal fuck Best pussy fuck Best gangbang Best lesbian sex Best animal act Entries will be judged on originality, quality of camera work, nastyness,number of forced orgasms and musical score. Subjects can be any known superheroine or sidekick. The special guest subject for this inaugeral contest is Delta City private eye Nancy Peye. Please note this is a "catch and release" contest. Heroines may not be unmasked or kept for more than 24 hours. This is to give all entrants an equal opportunity to nail all potential subjects. The judges decision in all cases will be final. Enter now! Enter often! Pantheress gestured to her henchbabes Puss and Boots. "Get the cameras set up, we have a contest to enter," she said with a snicker and turned back to look at the trussed up Azure Angel who had not been able to read the computer screen from where she lay. The busty, young Asian hero heard Pantheress give the order about the videocameras and that was bad. When the villainess hauled her up by the hair so she could read the contest details on the screen, her face went pale with fear. "Hmm, I wonder what catagory I should enter you indear? Mayb all of them? I am so glad you came snooping around my lair tonight. How about you?" Azure Angel fought to no avail when they dragged her over to the bed and tied her down on her back in a spread eagled position with her arms and legs fastened to the four corner posts of the large bed. "Warm her up for me kittens," commanded Pantheress as she stood by one of the cameras that surrounded the bed. The two busty sidekicks laid down on the bed on either side of the captive heroine, blonde Puss on her right and brunette Boots on her left. Both busty sidekicks were already naked, having stripped off their skimpy costumes before getting on the bed. Their hands began to roam over Azure Angel's still clad body, that is if you really considered her skimpy outfit to be covering. Already, the heroine's nipples were erect and clearly visible through her thin, straining top. "Don't you dare touch me," yelled the young Asian beauty. The two sidekicks grinned and ignored Azure Angel's protests and continued to run their hands over the heroine's body. With a smirk, Puss undid the clasp on Azure Angel's bra and those massive J cup boobs leapt out like a jack in the box from their constraints. "Mmmm, tasty looking," purred Boots. "Maybe it is true that you have the biggest set of boobs of all the heroines." Each of the sidekicks took a large nipple into their mouths and began to suck on it. This made Azure Angel squirm and writhe which only increased the enjoyment of her assailants as they ran their soft hands over the heroine's body. "Stop, stop that," moaned Azure Angel as she felt her body begin to heat up and her juices to flow. She could feel her damn Aphrodite Gene betraying her already, demanding she give in to this assault, to just lie back and enjoy it. She had to try and fight it, but oh Goddess what they were doing felt so good. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Azure Angel as she already felt an orgasm building inside her and so far all they had done was lick her boobs and fondle her a bit. What would happen when they got more serious thought the young heroine which sent a shiver of fear and lust through her body. As if reading the heroine's mind, Puss slipped a hand into Azure Angel's bottoms and began to gently rub her slit. "Mmmm, the slut is already dripping wet." The blonde pulled her fingers out of Azure Angel's bottoms to display their wetness to her partner and the camera. Boots leaned forward and sucked the juices from PUss's fingers. "Mmmmm, the tastes sweet. I can't wait to get it directly from the source." "Me either," agreed Puss and then she tugged down the skimpy bottoms to expose that glistening, wet pussy to both Panthress and the cameras. The watching villainess zoomed a camera in to get a close-up of Azure Angel's shaved cunt and record with HD fidelity how wet the heroine's pussy was. Boots ran her fingers down from Azure Angel's breasts, over her flat stomach and between the asian's spread thighs. The brunette inserted two fingers easily into Azure Angel's dripping slit without any resistance. Snik, snik, snick went the sidekick's fingers as they moved in and out of the heroine's cunt and produced a loud moan of pleasure from the captive woman. Smiling evilly, Boots pulled her fingers out of the asian pussy and once more held them up for the camera to see how wet they were. The sidekick then offered her fingers to Azure Angel who tried to refuse, but the smell of her own juices was too irrisistible and she opened her mouth and sucked the digits clean. What a total slut," purred Puss and Azure Angel's cheeks flamed red with shame. The two sidekicks now moved their faces down to the heroine's shaved pussy and stuck out their tongues like two kittens ready to lap up a saucer of milk. Their tongues flicked over the Asian Avenger's swollen pussy lips and now it was the heroine's turn to act like a kitten as her body responded to the stimulation and she made mewling sounds of pleasure. "Mmmmm, I think she is ready for you now boss," laughed Boots as she took another lick, this time sliding her tongue acrosss Azure Angel's erect clit. Pantheress nodded her head in agreement and now she stepped forward into the camera view already naked with a thin sheen of sweat on her chocolate brown skin and her one hand wrapped around her darker coloured cock. Azure Angel looked at Pantheress with a mixture of disgust, fear and lust as she saw the she-male villainess stroking that huge black cock. "Keep that thing away from me," screamed the asian heroine which only winked at her with its one eye. "Mmmm, that is what all you heroines say at first," laughed Panthress. "Once I get my baby maker into them, they always quickly change their tune and beg me to fuck them harder. I think you will end up doing the same thing." "Never!" cried Azure Angel defiantly. "We will see sweetie," sneer Panthress as she got onto the bed and began to crawl on top of the heroine, making sure to rub her hot, throbbing cock over as much of the Asian's bare skin as she could in the processs. After capturing the heroine's lips for a long, lingering kiss and grinding her mocha coloured boobs into Azure Angel's huge melons, Panthress positioned herself between the heroine's spread legs and rubbed her dribbling tip over the heroine's swollen pussy lips. "No, no, no, you can't do this!" gasped Azure Angel as she stared down at that huge penis and felt its heat on her sex. "Yes, yes, yes I can," snickered Panthress, "just keep smiling for the cameras baby "or scream if you prefer. That might get me extra points for artistic expression." With that, the black villainess rammed her she cock deep into the Asian Avenger's pussy. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," cried Azure Angel as the huge thick cock spread her cunt open and disappeared deep inside her. "I think the best thing about Aphrodite heroine pussy is that no matter how many times they get fucked and no matter how big the cock is, they are always so fucking tight," gasped Pantheress as she pulled bback her cock so only the tip was inside Azure Angel and then thrust in deep again. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," cried Azure Angel even louder. "Fuck, someone put a pussy over that mouth of hers before she gives me a headache with all that screaming," ordered Pantheress as she drew back again and slammed home for the third time. Puss and Boots did a quick Rock, Paper, Scissors and a triumphant Puss moved to sit on Azure Angel's face. "Lick her pussy slut, commanded Pantheress. N never," cried Azure Angel defiantly. Pantheress slammed her cock in and out another half dozen times hard in rapid succession. "I said eat her out slut," ordered Pantheress. With each stroke of the villainess's cock, Azure Angel's willpower to resist dropped and her pleasure rose. Finally, the Asian heroine gave a sob and stuck out her tongue. Puss gave a loud moan as she ground her cunt into the face of the heroine, forcing the tongue deep into her pussy while Boots had to be content with sucking on Azure Angel's massive breasts. As the dark haired side kick licked and fondled those wonderfully soft jugs, she had to admit it wasn't a bad consolation prize. After several minutes of intense fucking, the Asian heroine was nearing her first climax, her defiant protests having given way to whimpers and moans of happyness. The heroines pussy was now tightly squeezing Panthress's cock trying to milk the member for its creamy load. "Still want me to stop?" teased Panthress as she paused with just the head of her cock inside the Asian heroine's pussy. "Or do you want this big she male cock inside your cunt now?" "Yes, yes, I want it," begged Azure Angel. "Fuck me with that big she dick. Oh Goddess, I am so close to cumming! Please don't stop. Fuck me please, fuck me harder!" Panthress threw back her head and laughed. "I told you that you would be begging me to fuck yu before I was done with you!" When the villainess finally shot her thick load into Azure Angel's pussy, it was hard to tell whether the hero or the villainess screamed the loudest, though the Asian's orgasmic cry was somewhat muffled by the pussy smothering her face. * * * Tatianna spent the morning meeting and talking to the other current residents of Bridge House. Intellectually, the undercover detective knew the facts and statistics about battered women, but she found dealing with them face to face to still be a bit of an eye opener. The ten women were all unique and in different stages of their journey. A few were close to ready to move out of Bridge House and get on with life, while others had just arrived in the days before Tatianna. The women came from all levels of society, races and religions. Mary was not what you expected of an abused woman. She was white in her late thirties. Her husband was a doctor, a well known neuro surgeon who most of the time was a caring, loving husband. When the stress of his work got to him, however, he took to alcohol and was the ugliest of drunks. Her broken arm had finally healed enough so she could use it again. Mary told an appalled Tatiana that she was thinking of going back to him as she was sure she could get him to stop drinking. Robin was a black eighteen year old who had gotten pregnant thanks to the boyfriend who beat her up so bad when he learned about his impending fatherhood that she had miscarried. Her parents had disowned her and the police had brought her battered and bruised body and spirit to Bridge House. The others all had their own unique stories. Some had been married and when they finally left their abusive relationships, had found their joint bank accounts cleaned out and with no other place to go. A few were a litle luckier and still had jobs to go to once the bruises healed and the bones knitted. It was just a little before noon and most of the women and their children were in the large family room, watching tv or interacting with their kids. Suddenly the famous talk show host's perky face disappeared from the screen. "This is Delta City Freedom." Tatianna looked up from where Gloria had been giving her a lesson on how to change a diaper. Tatianna had decided that if she could take on a gang of rapists, she should be able to handle this without panicking, but was afraid that she didn't have the right stuff to be a mother. "We regretfully interrupt your regular programming for this important public service announcement," said Randy Oaks as he gave his audience the appropriate somber smile. "Before continuing, please be advised that this message contains adult material and you may wish to remove all children from the viewing area." Mrs. Young, one of the volunteers gathered up the children in the room and quickly bustled them out to the kitchen to help her prepare lunch while Oaks waited patiently as if he could actually see the children leaving before he went on. "Today's message concerns one of the ring leaders of the conspiracy that has gripped our fair city. I am speaking about Ms. Americana, the so called 'Queen of Justice' and the self proclaimed premier superheroine of Delta City." A picture of the raven haired heroine in the skimpy red, white and blue bikini with the stars and stripes motif appeared on the screen. "Here we have Ms. Americana in her famous outfit, what little there is of it. apparently, it is supposed to be a tribute to our glorious flag that signifies truth, justice and freedom for all. As you can see, however, it must have been a rather small flag that she modelled her costume after. She has of course had great difficulty in keeping her costume on." A series of still images of Ms. Americana followed in rapid succession showing the mighty heroine in various stages of undres. Some of the photos were nipple slips, some were taken with her boobs hanging out and still others with no top or bottom or both. . There were strategicly placed black dots to hide her nipples and pussy. "This is the woman who is supposed to be providing the moral leadership for the young women of our city? Perhaps you would like to dismiss these wardrobe malfunctions as not being her fault despite her often bragging that she personally designed her costume. Let us not be shallow then and go beyond her appearance to her actions." A series of video clips began to play. The first showed the now oft repeated scene of Ms. Americana bent over a police car being fucked by the massive cock of the Aberration. The jugs of justice were rubbing back and forth over the surface of the vehicle and one could almost see them scratching the shiny surface. The second clip showed Ms. Americana being gang banged on a street somewhere in Sugartown. Therew was a cock in all of her openings and one in each hand while globs of white cum could be seen in her dark tresses. The third clip showed Ms. Americana locked in a 69 position with a large breasted asian woman on a huge bed with bright red sheets that looked like they belonged in a whore house. "Where exactly does Ms. Americana get her powers from?" asked Oaks when the clips were over. "She is commonly known to be the possessor of what has been termed the Aphrodite Gene. Like the others who have undergone this genetic manipulation, Ms. Americana believes herself to be better than us poor normal folk." "I am a superior woman," said Ms. Americana in a short video clip with a sneer on her beautiful face. "She considers herself to be our superior," said Oaks dryly. "Apparently that explains her mode of dress and her behaviour. She is above the rules that govern normal people." The first image of Ms. Americana was once more displayed on the screen, depicting her haughty hands on hips, chest outthrust posture. "Then there is the matter of the golden power belt she wears that augments her strength and other natural abilities. Do we know where this powerful device comes from? Well we don't know for certain, it is commonly believed to originate from Wade Industries which of course is the private fiefdom of her outspoken supporter, Ms. Brenda Wade." "It should be noted that such a device might be very useful to our gallant men and women who serve this country in the various branches of our armed forces. Both Ms. Wade and Ms. Americana have refused on numerous occaisions to share this technology with their country. I ask you if that is an unamerican act? Possibly even treasonous?" Now a picture of Flag Girl in a similar pose to Ms. Americana was displayed on the screen. "Finally, we come to Flag Girl, the sidekick of Ms. Americana. We do hope the poor child is at least of legal age, though we have no proof of that," said Oaks. "Are sidekicks like Flag Girl the victims of mental, physical and sexual abuse by their so called mentors? While Delta City Freedom certainly hopes that is not the case, but who knows? What authority is looking out for and protecting these young women? Are they being forced to face terrible dangers on a daily basis? The United Nations has strongly condemned the use of child soldiers, but apparently the use of child sidekicks is permissible if you are a superior woman." The picture displayed now showed Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade, each taking up half the screen. Tatianna couldn't help but marvel at the fact that no one except her jumped to the obvious conclusion about the two incredibly similar pictures. The Clark Kent effect at work again. "Remember all of this friends when you hear these two women condemn honest god fearing men like Skylar Bridge and myself. They are the leaders of the conspiracy to take away your rights and your freedoms. I strongly urge you to sign the petition to outlaw these vigilantes and bring them to justice." "Thank you and now we return you to your normal programming." * * * A hub bub broke out in the common room when the Delta City Freedom broadcast ended. Tatianna sat back and just listened to the others who seemed fairly evenly split. Some of the women defended the heroines and Brenda Wade, while others recited some of Oak's arguements. "My god, we are in Bridge House," cried one of the women. "We all know how much it and Skylar Bridge have done for us. We might not even be alive without Skylar Bridge and those overblown sluts are slandering his good name!" Things might have gotten more heated at that point, if Helen Givens and Mrs. Young hadn't called everyone into the kitchen for lunch and no one wanted to continue the strong language in front of children who had already seen too much drama in their young lives. For her part, Tatianna wondered what this petition that Oaks had mentioned was all about. They found out after lunch. * * * It wasn't another Delta City Freedom brodcast, but a paid commercial. "Greetings citizens of Delta City," said the deep voice of the masked man. "My name is Captain Glory. Possibly you have heard of me and my teammates in the Revengers. I have recently relocated to Delta City and I have become increasingly concerned about what I see happening around me. I see incredibly high crime rates. I see graft and corruption. I see a large number of costumed vigilantes who seem to be totally ineffective and who actually make the situation worse through their lewd behaviour and the property damage they cause." "As a member of the Revengers, I always worked closely with the duly appointed authorities such as the police and the FBI. The heroes in Delta City seem to enjoy flaunting such authority by their actions. I hereby then support a petition to outlaw all costumed heroes who do not register with the legal and proper authorities of Delta City. Only those heroes who register and submit to the duly elected and appointed authorities will be allowed to operate. Any hero who continues to operate outside of this legal framework is to be considered a criminal subject to all legal sanctions. I personally pledge to register and operate only under the proper authorities once the Mayor and city council have enacted the legislation. I urge you to sign the petition today." The video ended. On the screen was the URL for viewers to sign an online petition. In smaller letters below the web address it read "The preceding message was brought to you by the Delta City Improvement Committee." Well, it's not the Aphrodite Registration Act, but it's close, thought Tatianna. * * * "Hello?" said John Smith answering his cell phone with the special scrambling technology. "I received the photo of this Tatianna woman," said the voice on the other end. "I believe she is suitable for my needs." "I am glad to hear that," replied Smith thinking of his soon to be larger bank balance. "I will try to arrange for her to come to the studio in the next week or so. She is newly arrived at Bridge House, so it may take a while for our agent to persuade her." "I am not prepared to wait that long," said the voice. Smith hesitated. "I don't see how it can be sped up without jeopradizing the conduit we have set up." "That no longer matters. I think Bridge House has utlived its usefulness and other sources can replace it," said the voice. "The damn legal problems make sending an extraction team difficult from my end." "I belive I can source out the job to some reliable agents," said Smith. "It will have to be for a substantially higher price if I have to take the risk and expense of hiring them." "How much more?" asked the voice. "Let's say triple the amount for the last one," suggested Smith hopefully. "Agreed," said the voice without hesitation. "When?" "Have a boat at pier 37 at 3 a.m. for pick-up," said Smith. "I have to make arrangements at this end, but that should be doable. If not, I will let you know about any changes." The phone went dead. * * * It was a little after midnight when Nancy decided to act. The house was quiet and in fact it was too quiet. The detective checked all the official and unofficial security cameras via her tablet. Judith and Leslie were both in the common room and looked more than half asleep as they watched television. Since the wig and glasses wouldn't matter if she was caught, Nancy left them and Tatianna behind in the attic and made her way down to the ground floor, making sure to scramble temporarily any video cameras along the way. The office door opened to her touch and Nancy slipped inside. She put her tablet on Helen's desk where she could easily monitor the video cameras with it and went to the filing cabinets. The locks were no problem and she began to search the paper files with the aide of a small pen light.. Ten minutes later, there was a beep from her tablet and Nancy checked it. There was someone at the front door. Well, this was unexpected, but not catastrophic anymore as the private eye watched the person enter a code into the electronic door lock and slip inside. Nancy sat down in the chair behind the desk which gave a squeak and waited in the dark. The office door opened a few seconds later and a hand groped for the light switch. Helen Givens stood there gaping at Nancy and the filing cabinets the detective had left open. "What the hell is going on here? What do you think you are doing?" "Hmmm," said Nancy. "I think it was season three of Buffy, episode 1. You know, the one where Buffy has run off and become a waitresss named Anne? I believe her response to the nurse was 'going through your personal files'." Nancy indicated the phone on the desk. "You can use that if you like. I am sure you can find a corrupt cop if you put in a call to Commissioner Borden. Of course, you might want to see the names on the two files sitting on your desk before you do that." Helen stepped fully into the office and closed the door behind her. The director walked over to the desk with a stunned look on her face and glanced at the two files. Her face went white. "Amy Charles and Eve Golden," affirmed Nancy. "Both women left Bridge House and there is a letter in each of their files saying they have left Delta City to find new jobs and a wonderful new start in life. What a bunch of bullshit. Do you know who wrote and signed both of those letters." "I, I can explain," said Helen weakly as she slumped down into one of the guest chairs. "Really?" asked Nancy. "This ought to be good. I am wondering how you will explain why you made up those letters and signed them for two women who are probably dead and buried on Bridge's Island after he tortured, raped and murdered them. By the way, if you are still inclined to call the police, you should know I scanned the files and uploaded them to the cloud. Trying to disappear me won't get rid of the evidence against you." "Dead?" gasped Helen. "No, no, they can't be dead. He told me, he told me....." the woman broke off unable to continue. "Told you what?" asked Nancy. "That they were just being sold to a white slaver? That makes it all better does it?" "You don't understand," said Helen as tears welled up in her eyes. "I didn't have a choice. I didn't know anything about them being killed. I just thought, I just thought....what you said. That they were alive somewherewith some rich man. He, he never told me about anyone being killed." "Just to be clear, we are talking about John Smith at Erotica Video?" asked Nancy. You somehow talked Amy and Eve to going there for a job? I assume you convinced them it was just something like lingerie modelling, nothing really nasty like porn "yes, yes, it was John Smith," sobbed Helen. "Both girls needed money, a job. They, they didn't know what was really going to happen to them." "But you did," accused Nancy. "Yes, but not about anyone dying and I had no choice. I had to do it! You don't understand. I had to!" "You keep saying that," replied Nancy. "Perhaps you can explain why you had to betray two women who trusted you to their deaths." "It's my daughter," sobbed Helen. "she has one of those very rare disorders. You know the kind where the cost of the medicine is a million dollars a year. I could never afford it, but he, Smith that is, said they could provide it to me. All I had to do was keep an eye out for any Aphrodites who came through here and let him know. I never took any money, not a penny. I just got the medicine my daughter needs to live!" Nancy stared at the woman who now had her face buried in her hands sobbing. She didn't think the woman was that good of an actor. "Why are you back here tonight?" she asked the woman, but her tablet beeped before Helen could answer. Nancy glanced at the tablet. There were two very big men standing outside the front door. They didn't ring the buzzer, but just stood there waiting as if they expected someone to let them in. Nancy checked the camera in the common room. Judith and Leslie were both sleeping soundly. "You drurgged the coffee to make sure the night staff were out of the way?" asked Nancy. "Yes, sobbed," Helen. "Then you were to let in the two thugs at the door once you were sure the coast was clear?" Another sob and a nod. "Did you know about the hidden cameras all over this place?" snapped Nancy harshly. "In all the private rooms. I found footage from them of the women who went through this place on the dark web. You know, the nasty sites where they have things like secret camera footage of women undressing." Helen's head jerked up to stare at Nancy appalled. "My god, no, I had no idea they were doing that. I swear to god, I never knew about that. That is horrible. My god, those poor women. It must have been when those techs from Bridge Electronics came in and set up the phones and wi-fi and everything. My god." Nancy sighed. Helen was a poor desperate fool and not some evil bitch. Likely, Smith had just seen the hidden cameras as another way to make a little extra money. "Here is what we are going to do," said Nancy. "I recognize those two bastards at the front door. They won't give a damn if they have to kill everyone in here to get what they want. They sure as hell won't care about any trauma they might cause to the women and children sleeping upstairs, so there isn't going to be any fighting or violence in this place. In another couple of minutes, you are going to buzz them in and they are going to go up to the attic and carry Tatianna down and out quietly. No muss, no fuss." Helen stared at Nancy dumbly for a moment. She hadn't, until that moment, connected the intruder to the Russian woman in the attic. She had been too shocked to find this blonde woman in her office and by the revelations she had made. "But, but, if what you said is true,then they are going to, to......do things to you." "Maybe, maybe not," agreed Nancy, "but there can't be any violence in this place. Once they have taken me away, you will call this number and confess everything to the woman who answers. Her name is Cindy Kelly and she is a policewoman. Tell her to have DW watching the docks. They will try and take me out that way. She will know who DW is and what to do." "After what I've done, how do you know I will make that call?" asked Helen. "Because there will come a day," replied Nancy, "when your daughter is going to ask you how you got the money for her medicine. I think you will want her to be able to look at you and not despise you after you answer her question." Helen could only nod her head in agreement. "I can't promise anything," said Nancy as she got up from the chair which gave another damn squeak. "I can't trade lives around like they were chess pieces. Your daughter's life is important. The lives of all the women who come through this house are equally important. Tonight, I am going to do what I can to shut down the perversion that has contaminated this place of refuge. Once I have done that, I will do whatever I can for yur daughter. I don't know if that will be enough." * * * Five minutes later, Tatianna was sleeping soundly in her attic bed when two black clad, muscular men slipped into the room. "The bitch looks asleep, just like the other one told us," said Bart Bilbo. "We better make sure bro," replied Biff Bilbo. Tatianna lay there unmoving as the Bilbo brothers bent down over her and Bart applied a wet rag over her nose and mouth. Oh fuck, chloroform. Tatianna held her breath as long as she could, trying to minimize the dosage she got, but finally the world faded and went black. Her last thought was that she hoped she hadn't misjudged Helen and that Cindy would find her in time. * * * Bart checked his watch. "It's only one o'clock bro," he said. "We got two hours to kill until the pick-up boat gets here. What should we do to pass the time?" Biff looked around the deserted warehouse at Pier 37 and then down at the sleeping and handcuffed woman on the floor. "I got a few ideas bro," he said with a smile. Bart looked down at the woman as well. "Good idea bro." Nancy was just starting to slowly fade back into consciousness when she felt the sleep shirt she was wearing ripped away and the cool night air playing over her suddenly exposed breasts. The chloroform still fogged her mind as she struggled to recall where she was and what was happening. She felt her legs being pulled apart and felt a moment of panic. Bridge House, she was asleep in Bridge House in the attic. She was dreaming again perhaps? "Mmm, her pussy is wet," laughed Bart. "That chloroform does it for them everytime." He gave another laugh and thrust his cock into the shaved pussy in front of him. Nancy gasped when she felt the cock thrust inside her. She struggled to open her eyes and throw off the confusion. When she did manage to crack her eyelids open, she found Bart Bilbo leering down at her with his large cock shoved deep into her pussy and his hands mauling her breasts. Nancy dully looked around. She seemed to be in a deserted warehouse, probably somewhere down on the docks. Oh goody, her plan had worked so far. They were safely away from Bridge House where no innocent lives were at risk. All that was happening was that she was getting raped again. Well once the chloroform wore off a bit more, maybe she could do something about that. Bart and Biff Bilbo were two of the toughest customers in Delta City, especially when working together. The brothers had man handled and raped most of the Delta City heroines at one time or another. Even some of the heavy hitters like Ms. Americana and Got Gal had been taken down by them. "Waking up eh toots?" said Bart as he began to thrust in and out of Nancy's Pussy "Good, go ahead and struggle. I like feeling a woman squirming under me. It's way better than having a dead fish." "Vhat, vhat is going on?" asked Nancy going back to her Tatianna voice. Better to keep them dumb and stupid if she could until the chloroform wore off or until help arrived. Now where the hell was the other moron? Suddenly a second cock rubbed over Nancy's face and she had her answer. "I know the chloroform makes you a bit blitzed baby," laughed Bart, "but you should be able to figure out by now what is happening to you. That's my big cock shoved up your cunt and now you are going to open your mouth and let my bro Biff inside." Yes, I guess I am, thought Nancy. "Yes, yes, please don't hurt me," she begged and opened her mouth wide. "That's a good slut," sneered Biff and he shoved his cock between Nancy's lips and kept on shoving until it started to push into her throat and made her gag, which both brothers thought was hilarious. Biff and Bart gave each other a high five overtop of Nancys head. "Nice tight, wet pussy," moaned Bart. "Almost as good as some of the superheroine cunt I've had." "Mouth isn't half bad either bro," agreed Biff as he kept pushing his cock in deeper until his big hairy balls rested on Nancy's nose and then he held it there enjoying the feel of the bitch's throat constricted around his cock and squeezing it. "Best of both worlds," said Bart. "We get paid a nice bit of money for delivering her and we get a great fuck at the same time. Life doesn't get any better than that bro." "You got that right bro," agreed Biff and they exchanged another high five. Give me a little longer to recover and then we'll see how happy yu are thought Nancy as she felt Biff slowly pulling his cock back out of her throat and then slamming it back in deep. Nancy made another choking, gurgling cry to keep him happy. "Start using yur tongue bitch," demanded Biff as he pulled his cock back again to poise it with just the head inside her mouth. Nancy dutifully started to run her tongue over Biff's cock, tasting the precum dribbling onto it. The good news was that she seemed to be right about what she had told Grandma about her sex drive. With the demon influence gone, she was feeling much her normal self again which meant these morons were in no danger of turning her into a sex crazed twit like she had been with Kitty Kat. The bad news was that the chloroform hadn't worn off enough yet to let her get out of these cuffs. She was just going to have to take it for a while longer. "How's her tongue work bro?" asked Bart as he slammed his cock in and out of Nancy's pussy with a whap, whap, whap sound as his balls banged on her ass. "Pretty sweet bro," moaned Biff as he slowly slid his cock back all the way down Nancy's throat, letting her give his dick a good working over with her tongue. "Im going to cream pie her cunt real soon now," gasped Bart after a dozen or so more hard thrusts. "How about you bro? You ready to fill up her mouth?" "Yeah, I am pretty much there bro," affirmed Biff. "On the count of five?" "Sounds good to me," grunted Bart. "One, two, three, four, FIVE!!!!" yelled Biff and began to blast his load down Nancy's throat. "Fucking A bro," yelled Bart as he too began to pump his load into the helpless woman. The two men held their cocks deep inside Nancy and continued to shoot their spunk into her until it started to dribble out around the corners of her mouth and her pussy. "I can go for another round bro," said Biff. "What about you?" "No problem bro," replied Bart. "I want to try that mouth of hers and see if it is as good as you said. What about you?" "I don't mind your sloppy seconds Bart, but I think I would rather have her ass," said Biff. "Flip her over and let's get it on again. That sound good to you sweetie?" he said directing the last to Nancy. "Mmmmmmmh" came the muffled reply. "Oh yeah, hard to talk with your mouth full of dick eh?" laughed Biff and pulled his cock from Nancy's mouth with a pop. Bart's cock made a squishy sound as he pulled it out and then he flipped Nancy over onto her stomach and pulled her ass up into the air for his brother. The two high fived each other again and switched positions. Nancy found herself staring at Bart's glistening cock and sighed as she opened her mouth. The detective was still thinking they should ban chloroform when Bart's cock pushed past her lips and she tasted his cum and her own juices on his thick slab of meat. A moment later she gave a grunt as she felt Biff's cock push into her ass. * * * Bart had Nancy slung over his shoulder with her head hanging down his back when they exited the warehouse just before three in the morning. Cum was still dripping from all three of the detectives holes, but the last of the chloroform had now cleared and she could get out of these cuffs anytime she wanted. Nancy hoped she would have backup, but she could hear the sound of a boat motor and decided she couldn't wait any longer. Nancy slipped her hands from the cuffs and then twisted around on the surprised Bart who had gotten used to the docility of his burden. Nancy wrapped her legs around Bart's throat and squeezed as hard as she could. The large man gave a choking sound and stumbled to his knees as he tried to pry at the blonde's legs while choking. "Hold on bro," I got the bitch," snarled Biff and with his super speed he was on top of Nancy before she could fend him off and a hard fist smashed into her head and knocked her off Bart. Nancy rolled back to her feet, the brunette wig she had been wearing coming loose, so she yanked it off and tossed it into Biff's face which blinded him for a second. Nancy lunged forward and smashed a fist into the speedster's gut and brought a knee up to his chin as he doubled over. "Uhhhh," cried Nancy as Bart slammed into her from behind and they crashed to the wood planking with the large man on top. "Hold onto the bitch for a second bro while I clear my head," gasped Biff and he started to straighten up. The next thing he knew though was that he was airborn and going straight up. "What the fuck?" he gasped and looked up to see the blue haired girl who was lifting him up vertically. "That's my friend you were being naughty to," said BB. "Tough shit bitch. Now let me go and you and I can play," growled Biff. "You want me to let you go?" asked BB innocently. "Ok, happy landings chump." Biff suddenly looked down and realized just how high they were. He had time for a brief scream befor he smashed into some crates and lay still. "Bro!" yelled Bart as he watched his brother smash to the ground. "If he is hurt, you and your blue haired freak are going to pay for it bitch," he yelled and drew back his fist to punch Nancy. His fist reached the apex of the backswing and was held there. "Hi there," said Dolphin Woman. "She's a friend of mine too." Bart was still gaping at the woman in the gray swim suit when both her fist and Nancy's collided with opposite sides of his head and he fell back unconscious. "Damn, I didn't get to do anything," complained Ms. Patriot as she bent down over Bart. "Can I at least brand 'loser' on his forehead or something?" and her finger glowed red hot. "Sorry, that might be considered torture of a prisoner," said Cindy Kelly stepping into view. "Glad to see you got my message," said Nancy getting to her feet and giving Bart a kick in the ribs despite Cindy's admonition to Christine. "Yes," agreed the red haired policewoman. "The woman from Bridge house called me. I guess I will have to arrest her too, but she confessed everything. I called BB since I thought a little arial recon would come in handy as we weren't sure what pier they were using. Once the boat arrived, Ellen was in the water behind it and took out the pilot. Too bad it was just one of Sandor's goons and not Sandor himself, but he was probably tooo chickenshit to come ashore himself." "And I want you to know how yucky the water is here," complained Dolphin Woman. "I am going to have to shower for a week to get rid of the stench. Give me a nice clean beach anytime." Nancy smiled at Ellen and the others, including BB who had landed beside Cindy. "Thanks for the help." "Anytime Detective Boobs," grinned Cindy as she pulled some chains out of the boat and they secured the Bilbo brothers. Christine fused the ends of the chains together by gripping them in her hands until they were red hot. Apparently some of the heat transferred to the brothers as they both gave small yelps as they started to come around. "Can you leave Helen alone for the moment?" Nancy asked Cindy as she stood on the dock, now wearing her trenchcoat, as they watched Bart and Biff get loaded into the back of a police van. "She has a sick kid and she isn't going anywhere. I want to talk to Angela Greer and see if we can swing a deal to keep her out of jail. She only did what she did because she was desperate to save her kid." Cindy nodded. "I'll just have a talk with her then to make sure she knows to stay put. Sending her to jail and putting a sick kid in the sometimes less than nice clutches of social services doesn't strike me as justice being done." "Me either," agreed Nancy. * * * The headline in the morning paper read: "White Slavery Ring Exposed at Bridge House" Nancy sighed as she read the headline and skimed through the article. Bridge, through a spokesman from his private island, had denied any knowledge of the goings on at Bridge House and announced that with great regret that due to his need to fight the trumped up charges against him, e would have to discontinue funding Bridge House until a complete investigation was held. Acting Director Judith Baxter said they had enough money to continue operations for a few more weeks, but wasn't sure what would happen after that. The other thing of note in the article was the arrest of one John Smith" the head of Erotica Video who had been the apparent leader of the gang. Nancy sighed again They had cut out the tumour, but it looked like the patient was still going to die. Sometimes victory felt more like defeat. The End