Delta City PI #29 By Deanna Troi 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, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl and other heroines ofDelta City are the creation of Mr. X. Nancy and the other characters are my own creation. Feel free to use Nancy and my other characters in your own stories as long as you keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You may send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Nancy had arranged to meet BB for breakfast at Rick's Place. The firstyear university student didn't have any classes that morning and both of them badly wanted a chance to talk to the other. After their escape from "hell", Nancy had not been in any condition for much and then the investigation into Bridge House had gotten in the way of their talking. "How is your back doing?" asked BB as she slid onto the chair opposite Nancy who had gotten there first. "Still a little tender," admitted Nancy. "My session with the Bilbo Bastards didn't help it. I am not sure I thanked you properly for your help with them last night." "After what you did for me, how could I not try and help? I like Cindy too and when she called me to ask for 'air support' as she put it, how could I say no? I also got to make a couple of new friends with Ellen and Christine. We might not be the She Legion, but we made a pretty good team." Nancy laughed. "I have to admit to being a comic fan. There was one DC comic called The Legion of Superheroes and one of their back stories was the Substitute Legion of heroes who weren't quite good enough to make the real legion. Maybe that is what we are, though we seem to do pretty well together. The analogy isn't perfect since the Substitute Legion was often more of a group of TLMs." "TLM?" asked BB and Nancy explained what Susan Clarke had told her about Three Legged Man and how some of the no power or low power Aphrodites had adopted the term. "Well, I think we are at least a notch above being TLMs," agreed BB. "We did take down the Bilbo Brothers and that is something the She Legion often has problems with, at least not without getting their asses raped by them first." "Hah! Speak for yourself," said Nancy ruefully. "Yeah, well you only let them get the drop on you in order to lure them away from Bridge House, so the residents there weren't harmed." The waitress arrived with their food at this point, Nancy having ordered the standard bacon and eggs breakfast for them both before BB arrived. They fell silent while they ate and then after they were done and sipping on coffee or in Nancy's case making faces as she drank, the detective turned to their more important topics to discuss. "I wanted to tell you about my meeting Bonnie," said Nancy looking suddenly sad. BB nodded and the private eye told the younger woman about the picture of Fancy Pope that had started the entire series of events, her trip to Bridge's island, her torture by Pervo and her rescue and flight with Blue Bird. "She was a true hero and she saved my life," concluded Nancy. "I wanted to make sure you knew about what she did." BB dabbed at her eyes with a napkin and gave her head a slight negative shake. "It sounds like you saved each other. Bonnie got to fly one last time and she was free. Thanks for telling me about it. I can't tell you how much it means to me to hear about it. I mean it makes me sad, but it still makes me feel better in a weird kind of way." "I'm sorry I didn't know about you when I was planning the funeral," said Nancy. "The records said she had no family." "The records for St. Lucifer's are pretty fucked up," replied BB. "Some of it was them just not caring and being sloppy, but sometimes I think they did things deliberately to cover their tracks." "I wasn't in Delta City when the scandal broke," said Nancy. "I thought Green Spectre and her friend Axanna Morgan at the Delta City Times helped break up and expose the whole mess, but from what you said on the phone and what you told me the other day, you think things are still going on out there?" BB nodded. "Yeah it was Green Spectre and Axanna Morgan who blew the whistle on the place and got it shut down. I know the place is empty, but they never captured the ring leaders. There was some kind of a fight with Green Spectre and Spectre Girl in one of the out buildings at the orphanage. It caught fire and the two people who were really behind the whole thing are supposed to have died in the fire." "You don't think they were?" asked Nancy. "Nope. They never found any bodies and things have been happening since then. I know of at least three former kids from there who have been murdered since the fire. I am sure those two are still on the loose and hunting down any of the kids who escaped. When I got jumped by those two demons, I was sure it was those bastards from St. Lucifers. It seems hard to belive that there are two groups of psychotic killers out to get you." Nancy started to reply then hesitated. "Hmmm, I don't think the truble at the orphanage and the demons are related, but I cant be sure. Those bastards Danielle and danial have their claws in a lot of things in Delta City. If it involves sex, fear and pain, they love it. I think I will have to pay the orphanage a visit and poke around a bit. Who are these ringleaders you mentioned?" "Their names were William Payne and Agnes Thatcher, but the kids all called them Brother Pain and Sister Agony," said BB. "They ran the place and everyone did what they said. The other staff are either dead or in jail. Some committed suicide before they could be brought to trial. Some of the ones who were convicted and sent to jail died in there. Murderers and rapists hate pedophiles. I have wondered a bit just how guilty some of them were. I mean they did some horrible things, but I wonder how much of that was forced on them by Brother Pain and Sister Agony. I know there was one suicide note where the man, he was a cook, clamed he didn't know why he had done the things he did and that he couldn't live with himself. At the time I just tossed it off as bulshit, but lately I have begun to wonder if the kids were not the only victims." "It's possible," conceded Nancy. "The demons had me doing things I can't explain. On the phone, you said Bonnie escaped when she was 16, which was about seven years ago?" "She might have been a year or even two older, conceded BB. "Like I said, the records were a mess. I know I was under a year old when we got put in there. Our parents were killed by a drunk driver coming home from celebrating their wedding anniversary. Bonnie protected me in there as best she could. One screwy thing was that while they were sadistic as hell in terms of beatings and other things, they never started the sex stuff until a girl had her first period. Something to do with blood, but I don't know what. When Bonnie had to get out, I was only 10 or so and she was I think 16 or 17. She tried to get to me the night she left to take me with her, but they were too much for her. She came back at least twice I know of to try and get me, but there were guardians, including things that flew. Then when I was about 14 and things were just getting really bad for me, Bonnie had disappeared. We had some ways to get the odd message to the other, but suddenly I stopped hearing from her. I didn't know if she was dead or if they had caught her or what. I knew she would never abandon me, but I didn't know what had happened to her until I saw the story you ran in the paper and just today you told me the details." "Were Brother Pain and Sister Agony really members of a religious order?" asked Nancy. BB shook her head. "They wore the clothes and pretended to be, but when the scandal broke, it turned out that none of the churches had ever heard of them. Everybody seemed to think the orphanage was being sponsored by some other church and none of them were. The state and the city never did the supervision on the place that the law said they should have done. Those of us who were still alive got some money from a class action lawsuit. I took mine and started university this year." * * * Sandra Woo paced back and forth in her cell in the recently completed MaxHold prison. It was actually a fairly roomy cell as far as prison cells went and she didn't have to share it with anyone, but that hardly made her happy about being in it. Sandra was even less happy about the cell because her memory on how she had got there was a little fuzzy. After hunting down and reuniting the segments of the unicorn horn, she had obtained the power she had always craved. The power would allow her to wage war on the white imperialists who had subjugated her people and humiliated her parents and their parents before them. In the 'land of the free', her Chinese parents had been looked down on, called vile names and restricted to occupations such as running the stereotypical Chinese restaurant. The power of the unicorn horn was to have allowed Sandra to redress some of those wrongs. Sandra had started with that bitch of a private eye in the museum and that memory brought a brief smile to her lips. Fuck, it had been so sweet to strip the white bitch naked and fuck her brains out with her new mystical cock. Of course the act had tired her out due to the newness of dealing with her power and she had been forced into ignominious retreat, but she had then devoted herself to understanding and mastering her powers. When she had thought herself ready, she had attacked Amazing Babe, planning to rape the big boobed slut in public in her new identity as the Golden Qilin. Sandra remembered ripping the whore's top off and watching those huge basketball sized tits spill out, but then that was where things got kind of fuzzy. Sandra had a dim memory of some red haired woman taunting her, but that memory didn't seem to have really happened? The rest of the damn She Legion had showed up and Ms. Americana had taken her down with a lucky punch. At least that was what the newspaper and television said had happened. [Author's Note: Sandra first appeared in Delta City Pi #9 in which she reunited the slices of a unicorn horn to get mystical powers. Sandra next appeared in Witchfire 10 by Silkcords and was now using the name Golden Qilin. A qilin is the Chinese version of a unicorn and has been described variously as having one, two or stag like horns among other things. Witchfire kicked the crap out of Golden Qilin, but due to the reboot by the demons, Witchfire and most memories of her have been at least temporarily erased which accounts for Sandra's confusion.] Now she was in MaxHold prison which was located on an island in the bay. MaxHold was the new federal prison designed to hold individuals with super powers such as Sandra. The cells were all around the edges of a square with an open courtyard in the middle for exercise. That courtyard had twenty foot high walls and was covered with a foot thick clear cover of plexiglass that allowed light in, but kept any "flyers" from escaping. Much of the prison was automated and the prisoners had no direct contact with the staff. Sandra glanced at her cell door which was set up like a freaking airlock. Things like food were delivered through an outer door and left in the "airlock" which was then opened to allow the prisoner to access it. The walls and doors were six inches of battle hardened steel and beyond even the strength of the Golden Qilin to get through. Moreover, the cells, airlocks and courtyard could be flooded in seconds with a knockout gas. Even if Sandra could somehow get out of her cell, there was a perimeter corridor that surrounded all the cells and another set of airlock doors to get through before you could get to the part of the institution where the staff worked and monitored everything. Prisoners were provided some amenities. All cells had a second door that opened into the courtyard and the prisoners were free to go out into it any time they wanted. The courtyard had a little park like section, a basketball court and other recreational equipment. If the prisoners didn't play nice with each other, they could be gassed and then their access to the courtyard restricted for a time. Each cell also had a flat screen that doubled as a TV and computer screen. The television was restricted to a handful of channels and only certain websites were allowed. Perhaps an expert hacker, which Sandra was not, might have been able to bypass the security settings, but the system seemed to have pretty tight security. Sandra paused in her pacing to look out the window into the courtyard. She didn't know how many prisoners there were in this new facility, but the pair in the yard were definitely new. They were big, tough looking white guys who strongly resembled each other. Brothers, Sandra thought as she studied them. Despite their size and tough looking appearance, they both looked like they had been on the losing end of a fight and that explained how they had got here. Sandra shrugged mentally. What did she care about two more white bastards? Sandra turned from the window and froze in surprise at the sight of the man sitting on her bunk. The young prisoner glanced at the main cell door which was still tightly shut and certainly could not have been opened without her hearing it. "Who the fuck are you?" Sandra demanded. "You should have more respect for your ancestors," admonished the man calmly. Sandra throttled her first impulse which was to grab the intruder by the throat and break his scrawny neck and stood studying the man. A more detailed study showed that the man while not large was not as small or skinny as she had thought. He was asian with hints of silver infiltrating his black hair and he had a neatly trimmed moustache and beard. He was dressed in some rich and elaborate looking robes that she doubted anyone had worn for centuries. "What can I do for you grandfather?" asked Sandra with a small bow. If this man could get into her cell without her noticing or setting off a million alarms, maybe he could get her out, so a little politeness seemed called for. "Much better, replied the man, "and to answer your unspoken question, yes I can get you out of here." Sandra blinked in surprise. "Who are you and why would you want to help me?" she asked with an edge of suspicion in her voice. "I was the one who first captured the power of the unicorn horn," replied her visitor. "That was several thousand years ago. I used that power along with my own magics to rule an empire until I was betrayed and murdered. I wish to have my revenge and now that you have the power given by the horn, you can be my instrument." "Assuming I am at all interested in becoming your instrument," said Sandra with a scowl, wouldn't your killer be long dead if your empire was the thousands of years ago as you claim?" The man on the bunk made a small gesture and an image of a blonde woman appeared in the air between them. "Behold the image of my killer. I believe you are acquainted with her.!" Sandra gaped at the image of the blonde. "Yes, I know her," said the young woman. "That is the bitch who tried to stop me at the museum. How is it possible that she is still alive after all this time? She must just be descended from your killer or it's one of those weird coincidences." The man shook his head. "She is the same woman. I cannot be mistaken about that. I do not know how it is possible, but my killer is still alive today. I offer you even more power in exchange for her death at your hands." "Killing her would be a pleasure," replied Sandra. "What is this additional power you are talking about?" "There were two Qilin horns. I buried one for future need, using the power of only one of the pair. When I was murdered,the power returned to the slices of the horn which I had given to my most loyal followers as tokens of my approval. Over the centuries,those slices were lost and scattered until you reunited them and gained the power from them. Think of the power you would gain from a second horn." "I could certainly teach those bitches in the She Legion a lesson they won't soon forget," grinned Sandra. "So where is this second horn?" "Alas,much of the world has changed since I ruled my little kingdom with justice and wisdom," said the man. "While I cannot send you to the location of the horn, I can send youto one who will be able to tell you, though I suspect you might have to provide some incentive for her cooperation." "Oh, I think I can do that," smirked Sandra. "As you wish," said the man and he made a gesture with his hands. Sandra disappeared from the maximum security prison and found herself standing in what seemed to be someone's home office. She looked around the room and picked up a telephone bill from the desk and read the name on it. Sandra sat down at the desk and began to go through the files and papers on the desk and smiled in wofish anticipation. This should be fun. "Gullable bitch," snorted the man sitting on the bunk. He snapped his fingers and a bland, nondescript white man was sitting there. He then spoke as if to an unseen listener. "She is on her way and now you owe me one." The man snapped his fingers again and disappeared. * * * Dr. Mei-Ling Chow dropped her keys on the little table by the front door and headed for the kitchen with her bag of groceries. She didn't have any classes today and she had decided that after a quick jog to the market, she would spend the rest of the day at home marking exams. Her husband was an engineer with the city and the two kids were in school, so she would have the house to herself and all would be quiet. After putting the few things away that she had bought for supper, Dr. Chow went upstairs to the spare bedroom she used as an office. At the top of the stairs, she stopped in sudden surprise to see a figure standing there. At first, she thought her husband or one of the kids had come home for some reason, but then she saw the face clearly and gasped. Sandra?" she said in surprise. "What are you doing here? The police told me you went crazy. They said you attacked some people, maybe even killed someone. They said it was all about unicorn horns, all that nonsense about them having mystical powers." "I see you are as dense as ever doctor," smirked Sandra. "You teach about our culture, but you don't really believe the legends. It is no myth about the power of the unicorn horn. I found all the pieces. They gave me the power to do things like this." Before Mei-Ling could blink her former grad student was standing beside her and lifting her up by the throat with one hand as if she weighed nothing at all. Dr. Chow choked for a second, but Sandra quickly put the woman down as she had no desire to hurt her former mentor, at least not until she got the information she wanted from her that is. "It, it's true?" gasped Dr.Chow as she stood there rubbing her throat. "Very true," agreed Sandra, "but it is not enough. The Qilin horns come in pairs, not singly like the stupid western unicorn version. I need to find the mate to the horn I used and I think you know where I should look." "You are crazy," blurted Dr. Chow. "I have no idea where you would find such a thing, even if it does exist." "I think you were holding out on that blonde bitch of a private eye about how much you knew and now you are trying to hold out on me," said Sandra in a cold voice. "That is not very smart. Tell me about the Dark Mage and his empire Dr. Chow." The doctor turned pale at the mention of that name. "No, you do not know what you are meddling with Sandra. You accused me of not believing the old legends, but that is not true. Rather, it is better that some things remain merelylegends, merely stories to frighten children. That is much better than bringing back some of those old legends." "You refuse to tell me about the Dark Mage and where he lived?" asked Sandra with what sounded almost like she hoped the answer would be no. "I will not tell you about that vileness in your current state of mind and knowing your intentions," said Dr. Chow defiantly. "I was hoping you would refuse," smirked Sandra. "I have a fun way in mind to make you tell me." Before Dr. Chow could ask or say anything more, Sandra grasped the woman's blouse and shredded it from her body with one savage pull. The doctor's eyes went wide with shock and she tried to back away, but one iron hand grasped her wrist and dragged her into the master bedroom. Sandra's hands were a blur then as she quickly ripped off Dr. Chow's bra, skirt and panties to leave the woman naked and trembling. "Please Sandra, stop this. It is insane," cried Dr. Chow trying to hide her small breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other. Sandra pulled the hands away to let her get a good look at the doctor's naked body. The woman was a little old for Sandra's tastes, but the small woman did get to the gym on a regular basis and was reasonably fit. Her breasts were small, but her oval face was pretty enough and Sandra leaned in to kiss Mei-Ling on the lips. The doctor resisted, trying to turn her head away, but Sandra was relentless and finally forced her tongue into the older woman's mouth. After a couple of minutes, Sandra pushed Dr. Chow onto her back on the bed where she lay panting and staring at this creature who had once been her best student. The frightened doctor watched as Sandra stripped off her clothes and stood there naked. "No, please Sandra. Stop this," begged Dr. Chow in panic. "It is rape. It is wrong. I do not wish to sleep with another woman." "Ah, you would prefer a cock?" laughed Sandra. "I can arrange that you know." To Dr. Chow's horrified gaze, a large, fleshy, red member began to appear between Sandra's legs. It grew and hardened until the younger woman stood there stroking it as the monstrosity leaked large amounts of a colourless fluid. "You were always such a smug, superior bitch as a teacher," commented Sandra. "Always criticizing and dispensing your pityful knowledge in dribs and drabs. Now, I will take that knowledge from you and enjoy myself in the bargain." With that, Sandra pounced on the terrified doctor and pinned her to the bed. She held the doctor's hands together over her head easily with one hand and resumed the kiss, once more forcing her tongue into the older woman's mouth. Sandra ground her larger breasts into Dr. Chow's while her mystic cock rubbed and slithered over the woman's stomach and thighs. Breaking the kiss for the second time, Sandra concentrated and now warm, red tendrils wrapped around Dr. Chow's ankles and wrists to hold her in place and free up Sandra's hands. The younger woman took the opportunity to grab the other woman's small breasts in her hands and squeeze them hard enough to wring a gasp of pain from her. "I am really doing you a favour by honouring you with my cock," said Sandra looking down into the eyes of the terrified woman under her. "No, no please don't," begged the doctor in a pleading whisper. Sandra just smiled and ignored the request as she positioned her hot, throbbing cock at the doctor's pussy and then savagely slammed it inside with a quick thrust of her hips. Dr. Chow thrashed and squirmed in her mystical bonds, but she was held tight as she was impaled on Sandra's cock. "I am gratified to find your cunt is so tight," gasped Sandra, "or maybe it is just that my cock is so big do you think?" The doctor said nothing, just staring up at Sandra in mute terror as the younger woman began to slam her cock in and out of her pussy with increasing speed and vigour. The bed creaked and moaned as Sandra drove her massive organ in and out of the doctor's cunt, savouring the woman's fear as much as the sexual stimulation. Sweat was pouring off both their bodies when Sandra finally came and shot a large, hot load into her former teacher. Sandr didn't stop fucking the doctor though as her mystical cock could stay hard as long as her energy lasted and she had been working hard to increase her endurance after her encounter with the blonde detective. Sandra continued to slam her cock into Dr. Chow until she felt the older woman quiver and tremble under her and knew the bitch was squirting her juices all over her cock. What the doctor didn't realize at first was that even as her body was being penetrated, so was her mind and memories. With such intimate contact between them, Sandra found it simple to pluck all of the doctor's knowledge about the Dark Mage from her memory. Sandra continued to fuck Dr. Chow to several more orgasms and finally left the woman unconscious on the bed covered in cum and with the white goo dripping from her pussy and lips as she slept. Sandra laughed to herself as she thought of the bitch's husband or children finding her like that. Priceless. * * * When Nancy climbed the stairs to her office, she found Susan Clarke just turning away from her locked office door. "Oh hi," said the brown haired woman. "I tried a couple of times to reach you, and I was just about to give up." "Sorry about that," replied Nancy as she unlocked her office and invited the other woman inside with a wave of her hand. "I was away from the office for a few days working undercover on a case and couldn't make it into the office." "That's ok," smiled Susan. "I heard from Anna about how you rescued her and the other two women. She gave me a blow by blow description including how you were disguised. They were all pretty thrilled to be rescued from those bastards, especially by the famous Detective Boobs." "I don't suppose I will ever live that nickname down," said Nancy with a sigh. "Probably not," agreed Susan with a smile. "I had to go out and buy a copy of your stripper video. Pretty hot stuff." "Yeah, I hear it is climbing the charts on iTunes," agreed Nancy. Susan smiled again and pulled out five crumpled twenties from her jeans. "I know this isn't much for risking your life like you did, but at least it is a token of how much I appreciate what you did." Nancy took the money gravely. The detective rather suspected Susan could ill afford even this small amount, but it would have been an insult to refuse. "Thanks," she told the other woman and quickly wrote out a receipt for the money. "Not tax deductable I am afraid." "No worries," responded Susan as she turned to go and then stopped. "You made some friends with what you did. Not just Anna and the other two, but we have passed the word on to some of the other TLMs we hang with. It's good to know we have someone like you we can count on." Nancy nodded in appreciation of the woman's words and then Susan was gone. Well, maybe the TLMs would become a useful source of information for her as she looked into the disappearances of other Aphrodites thought Nancy as she stuffed the money into her trenchcoat pocket. * * * Laura Kincaid glanced nervously around the parking lot of the Twilight Motel as she scurried across it and knocked on the door of room 34. The door opened a few seconds later and Laura slipped inside quickly, closed the door and leaned her back on it, trying to get her breathing back under control. "You look like you are running scared of those creatures from Aliens," said the busty blonde woman who had opened the door. Laura flushed. "I, I just never visited someone in a motel room before," she finally got out. Laura remained leaning against the door and watched as the blonde closed the distance between them and pressed her body against hers. The blonde's lips brushed lightly over Laura's. "I promise to make it memorable," said Tawnee Lion and Laura now felt the large warm globes of the blonde's breasts pressing into her own smaller breasts. Laura gulped and nodded and then tentatively wrapped her arms around Tawnee and kissed the other woman on the mouth. Laura's heart rate had dropped back towards normal, but then went into overdrive again as Tawnee broke the kiss and took her by the hand to lead her over to the Queen sized bed. Laura couldn't believe she was actually going to do this, but something about this woman from the Delta City Improvement Committee had stirred something deep inside her ever since the day they first met in the Mayor's office. As the Mayor's assistant, Laura wasn't sure meeting someone who might be considered a lobbyist in a motel room was such a good idea, but Tawnee and her had been exchanging more and more explicit messages and photos since that first meeting and this rendezvous was the natural next step. The DCIC wasn't trying to win a contract or anything, she told herself, the committee was just trying to make the city a better place to live. Wasn't that also her goal as the Mayor's assistant? These thoughts were interrupted by the realization that Tawnee was undoing the buttons on her blouse. "Mmmm, lets see these things you have been so coyly showing me glimpsses of in your messages," said Tawnee as she pulled the blouse open to reveal a very sexy and lacy little black bra that barely covered anything of Laura's 36C breasts. "Oh my, I think you wore that just for me." Laura blushed and nodded. She then watched mesmerized as Tawnee undid the bra clasp and let her breasts pop free. The blonde immediately took one in each hand and began to gently stroke and play with them. Laura heard herself moan with pleasure and then she watched Tawnee lower her mouth to one of her nipples and the brown haired aide thought she had died and gone to heaven. Tawnee took her time on Laura's breasts, sucking on one nipple and then the other for several minutes before proceeding to the next phase. That involved removing the very prim and proper knee length skirt to reveal a pair of lacy panties to match the now departed bra. Tawnee cupped Laura's mound through the skimpy garment and could feel the wetness there. Again she took her time, gently rubbing the other woman's pussy through the soaking panties before kneeling and slowly pulling them down to reveal the neatly trimmed bush of brown hair and the wet folds of the woman's pussy. "So beautiful," purred Tawnee as she eased Laura's legs apart and stuck out her tongue to take her first lick. Laura revised her earlier thoughts about having died and gone to heaven. The sucking of her nipples had merely been the time floating up to the pearly gates, this was the lying on clouds and playing harps bit. The aide ran her hands through that long,thick, silky mane of blonde hair and couldnt believe again that she was doing this, that another woman was kneeling in front of her and licking her pussy. Laura was certain that even if she had wanted to tell her friends about this,which she of course couldn't, none of them would believe her. This even topped the time she went with the Mayor to that strip club and the blonde stripper's panties had landed on her head. When Tawnee had answered the motel door, she had just been wearing a bath robe and now the blonde paused in her pussy licking just long enough to slip the garment off so she was now kneeling there equally naked. Laura watched those massive, round breasts rise and fall as the blonde returned to her licking, now sending her warm tongue probing into the depths of Laura's pussy. With her flexible little intruder stuffed deep into Laura's recesses, Tawnee brought up one of her hands to gently rub Laura's clit. This drew a little squeal of pleasure from the brown haired woman and Tawnee smiled a secret smile as she continued to eat out the Mayor's aide. Lobbying certainly had its perks and helping to corrupt this sweet innocent thing was certainly one of them. Laura felt her pleasure growing and growing to heights she had never felt before. Sweat poured off her body and she felt her pussy drip like a faucet with a bad leak as the blonde licked and rubbed her most intimate areas as no one had ever done before. Laura made fists in that soft blonde hair and then she went over the edge and felt her juices squirting out of her as her knees threatened to give way under her. The aide stood there slowly coming down from her climax for several minutes before Tawnee finally stopped her licking and slurping and stood up with her face wet and glistening. The blonde captured Laura's mouth in another kiss and Laura experienced another new thing as she tasted herself for the first time. "Did you want to try doing it now?" murmered Tawnee as she broke the kiss. "Yes," whispered Laura and wondered who this adventuresome stranger was that now seemed to be in charge of her body. Tawnee smiled and moved to lay down on the so far forgotten bed with her legs spread wide in invitation. "It's all yours baby," cooed the blonde. Laura found herself crawling onto the bed between those spread thighs and gazing down at the shaved and very wet pussy in front of her eyes. I wonder what it will taste like, she thought. Will it taste like mine? Laura lowered her face slowly and stuck out her tongue to take that first lesbian lick. Mmmm, better than me she ammended and took another lick and then another. It was only sometime later when the two women lay in bed naked and gently caressing each other's body that Tawnee edged the conversation towards business. "What do you think the Mayor is going to do about all the protests and the petition to outlaw vigilantes?" Laura hesitated for a second before replying. "I'm not sure. At first public opinion seemed pretty evenly split over the issue. In the last few days though, public opinion seems to be shifting against the super heroines. Those Captain Glory ads seem to be having an effect. A lot of the men in Delta City always looked down on the members of the She Legion as air headed bimbos. The women were generally more supportive of them, but not totally. Now even some of the women who supported the heroines are being swayed by Captain Glory. The election is a month away, so the Mayor isn't going to commit himself to either side just yet, but I think he is getting closer to endorsing the petition." Tawnee gently rubbed and tweaked Laura's hard nipples eliciting another soft moan from the woman. "I hope the committee can count on your support to try and convince the Mayor to do just that," whispered the blonde as she ran her tongue over Laura's ear lobe. "yes, I think you can," whispered Laura back. Tawnee smiled to herself as she applied the first stroke of corruption to the aide's soul. It was oh so much fun. * * * Nancy parked her Honda in front of the main doors of St. Lucifer's. The former orphanage was located on the '"bad" side of the river, but well back from the beaches and the ocean. The orphanage had been located on a large, treed grounds with only a few lights from the surrounding houses visible through the branches. Nancy wondered if the location had been chosen for its tranquility or for its isolation so no one could hear the screaming. The private eye had talked to Cindy Kelly and the policewoman had helped out in some research about the survivors of the orphanage. BB had been wrong. There had been four deaths among the survivors and not three. Two of them had been declared suicides. Bodies found hanging from bed sheets, but with no suicide notes. One had died from a hit and run with the stolen car found the next day. The fourth and most recent had been knifed while out walking in a park. As far as Cindy could tell, the police had made no progress in solving the two cases they at least considered suspicious. Apparently even the Delta City PD couldn't come up with a way to make a hit and run into a suicide. Nancy gave her head a shake and got out of her car and walked up to the main doors. They were locked, but they opened easily when Nancy touched them and concentrated for a second. The private eye turned the knob and pushed the heavy doors open and stepped inside. The orphanage was a rambling two story building that had been added to several times over the years. The central portion in which Nancy now stood contained the offices, classrooms, dining room and what almost seemed obscene in light of what had happened here, a chapel. The boys wing was to the detective's left and the girl's wing to her right. Those had originally been separate buildings from this one, but had been joined to it by covered walkways during one of the many renovations. There was no electricity to the building and the floors were covered in a layer of dust. For a few months after the place was closed, the city had paid for a monthly cleaning, but that had stopped partly due to the cost and partly due to the cleaning crews absolute refusal to go back, claiming the place was haunted. Nancy pulled a bright halogen flashlight from her trenchcoat pocket and snapped it on. The blonde played the beam over the floor and saw only the small tracks of animals, probably rats she thought. Nancy unlocked the administrative office door and stepped inside. The desks were also covered with a coating of dust and the phones and computers were still sitting there. No one had apparently wanted to claim their equipment or send it off to salvage if that meant entering this building. Nancy thought wryly that this might speak volumes for her own rash stupidity. The detective pulled open one of the many filing cabinets and was not surprised to find them still stuffed full of folders. 'Who are you?' Nancy stopped frozen in place. Had she really heard that faint, tremulous voice or was her imagination working overtime under the oppression of this place and its reputation? 'Why have you come here?' Ok, that had not been her imagination. Nancy looked around the offices, but could see nothing. She stepped back out into the main corridor and moved towards what she thought was one of the former classrooms. Rather than bus the children to schools in Delta City, the orphanage had employed its own teachers. The duo dubbed Brother Pain and Sister Agony had done much of the teaching. 'Who is she?' 'Is she a friend?' That last question sounded forlorn and hopeful thought Nancy as she opened the classroom door. The classroom was not dark or empty. The lights were on and it was filled with people. Nancy stood there frozen in the doorway watching, but none of the room's occupants seemed to notice her. "This is what happens to boys and girls who are bad," said a severe male voice that belonged to a medium sized man in the uniform of a religious brother, totally black with no adornment of any colour. On closer examination, however, Nancy made out a small black crucifix with small crimson dots that looked like blood on it, dangling from a chain around the man's neck. A teenaged girl was bent over the desk with her skirt pulled up and her panties around her ankles. The man swung a wooden yard stick he had been holding in his hand and it cracked across the girl's bare ass. The girl gave a muted gasp and Nancy saw she was biting her lip to try and keep herself from screaming. There was another whack of the stick and another, each drawing another gasp from the girl and tears ran in rivulets down her face. An angry Nancy started to move forward to stop this abuse, but found she could not move from the doorway. The yardstick delivered several more whacks as the blonde was forced to watch. "Now that I have gained your attention boys and girls," said the man in a level inflectionlesss voice, "you can now see what happens next to bad boys and girls." Nancy heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and then the room went dark. The detective found she could move again and she played her flashlight over the suddenly dark and empty room. 'They hurt us so much!' 'No one came to help us!' Nancy stumbled backwards out of the classroom, shaken by what she had seen. Had that been real? Some type of psychic replay? The detective continued down the dark coridor and pushed open the door to the dining room. As with the classroom, the dark room suddenly lit up and was filled with people and sound. "Eat all of your food girl or you won't get anything but water the rest of the week," said a woman wearing a nun's habit, or a somewhat perverse version of one. It was totally black as had been the dress of the man in the classroom,with the same black cross with flecks of red on it dangling from her neck. In this case, the crucifix hung between a pair of breasts that were exposing large amounts of cleavage via the low cut front which was most certainly not standard. "I can't," sobbed the girl who looked to be in her early teens. "It smells horrible. I think the meat is rotten. Oh god, I think there are things moving in it!" "Thou shalt not blaspheme!" screamed the pseudo nun and she hit the girl on her back with some type of flexible plastic switch that made the girl cry out in pain. As before, Nancy tried to move to intercede, but found herself a frozen spectator to the unfolding drama. The woman picked up the bowl of questionable food and dumped it on the floor. "Get down on your hands and knees girl and eat it. If you want to behave like an animal, we will treat you like one!" Nancy watched horrified as the young girl got down and began to lick the food from the none too clean floor. Nancy didn't think it was her imagination either when she saw some of the food moving. If the girl hesitated at all, the switch came down on her back or shoulders and the detective could see blood staining the girl's white blouse. All of the other children in the room had their faces turned away and were quickly eating their gruel or whatever was in their bowls. The light and the sound suddenly disappeared, leaving Nancy alone again in the dark building. 'Why did no one care about us?' "Were we evil and had to be punished?' It took Nancy a couple of minutes to get herself back under the total control she prided herself on having. If these were real flashbacks of what had happened in this place, then she was surprised that any of the children had survived. It almost made the "hell" she had been to recently look like a paradise. At least she was an adult, but these things had been done to children! 'They are coming!' 'We must hide or they will find us!' 'Run away lady before they find you!' The voices had a sudden edge of fear and panic to them now. Nancy heard a sound in the dark like a door opening and she shone her flashlight along the dark corridor. The chapel door opened and two figures stepped out. Both were dressed in all black, the man and the woman from the visions. The two smiled at Nancy as her flashlight caught them and they began to walk slowly towards her. The man was holding the wooden yardstick from the first vision and the woman brandished her switch from the second. "You have been a bad girl," said Brother Pain. "Bad girls must be punished," said Sister Agony. "You can stick your threats where the sun doesn't shine," growled Nancy. "You two bastards are not dealing with helpless, frightened children this time." "Swearing is not allowed," said Brother Pain. "Swearing will be punished," affirmed Sister Agony. The man stepped closer to Nancy and suddenly swung the yardstick in an overhanded arc towards Nancy's face. The private eye was holding her flashlight in her right hand, so she caught the yardstick with her left hand and snapped it in two. "Do you want to try your luck?" Nancy asked the woman. Sister Agony didn't reply at first to this question, but fingered her little crucifix. Nancy's flashlight abruptly went out. "Welcome to the dark dearie," said Sister Agony. "We like the dark," said Brother Pain. Nancy immediately dropped the useless flashlight and quickly stepped to one side, but even so she was too slow and an unseen punch caught her on the side of the head with tremendous force and flung her back ten feet to land on her back on the dusty floor. "The dark is our home," said Sister Agony. "We can see in the dark girl. Can you?" asked Brother Pain. Nancy was still getting to her feet when a kick caught her on the forehead and sent her flying backwards again. These couldn't be normal humans thought the private eye as she struggled to shake off the force of the blows. The power in the blows was more on a level with someone like Bart Bilbo than these average looking people. Then hands seized the blonde detective by the shoulders and drove her face first into the wall and all her speculations faded into darkness. * * * Nancy came awake to the feeling of someone squeezing and fondling her breasts. "Ah, you are awake dearie," cooed Sister Agony and Nancy opened her eyes to see the woman peering down at her from only a few inches above her own face. The fake nun was naked with long, jet black hair swept back over her shoulders as her hands manipulated Nancy's boobs. It took Nancy a few seconds to realize she was mostly still dressed. Her trenchcoat was gone and her blouse had been unbuttoned to give Sister Agony access to her tits, but otherwise,,, she was still dressed. She was, however, chained to what seemed to be a rough stone altar. "We know about your special way with locks dear," continued Sister Agony as she played with Nancy's nipples. "We also know you have trouble doing that as long as you are being properly stimulated. We plan to keep you very stimulated." With that the brunette transferred her mouth to one of Nancy's nipples and began to lick and suck on it gently. The bitch was right, thought Nancy as she found it hard to concentrate enough to shake off the chains holding her down. Of course, she hadn't fared too well in her fight with them, so merely getting free didn't seem to be sufficient as a goal. The bitch also had a very talented mouth and despite her name, appeared able to hand out pleasure as well as agony. Nancy tried to ignore the wonderful stimulation of her breasts and look around her for anything that might help her. She appeared to be in the chapel and then her eyes froze and locked on a sight she recognized and certainly never expected to find here. In the center of the room was a glowing yellow crystal and below it a pool of vomit green liquid, streaked with red. It was a smaller version, but otherwise an exact duplicate of the crystal and Bloodsoul pool that the demons used to concentrate and store sexual energy. The detective was still trying to come to grips with what this meant when she got a sudden reminder that she had two enemies. The reminder came in the form of the long, thick cock that rubbed over her face and cut off her view of the Bloodsoul pool. "Be a good girl and open your mouth and start sucking my cock slut," said brother Pain. For emphasis, the man gave Nancy's cheeks a smack with his hard cock and the "whap" noise echoed around the room. Nancy considered refusing, but there didn't seem to be much point in doing so in her current situation. She needed time to try and process what she had just seen and to come up with a plan. As much as it galled her to do so, the blonde detective opened her mouth and took the dribbling slab of cock meat between her lips. "All girls are such good cock loving sluts," moaned Brother pain as he began to push his cock deeper and deeper into Nancy's mouth. "Yes, all of our girls loved your cock," agreed Sister Agony, "and all the boys too by the time we were done." Nancy did her best to try and blank out what the two were saying, but she did make a mental record of them for future reference and retribution. Even as Sister Agony took her mouth off her breasts and began to undo and remove Nancy's skirt, the detective was starting to put a few things together. These two weren't demons, she was fairly sure of that as they showed no signs of things like horns. Maybe they could hide them, but even Danielle and Danial in their more human forms had retained those horns and Nancy thought that maybe there was something about them that could not be hidden. Nancy's skirt was now off and she felt her panties pulled down even as Brother Pain's cock slipped into her throat and made breathing more difficult. Perhaps the crystal and the Bloodsoul pool indicated that there was a connection to the demons afterall, or maybe it was just a common occult method of collecting and storing power. Damn, it was getting hard to concentrate with this cock sliding in and out of her mouth and oh fuck, Sister Agony had now shoved two fingers into her pussy. Make that three, four, and now the entire hand was inside her and things got more painful as the bitch began to fist her. The fake nun was shoving her arm inside Nancy now, burying it halfway to her elbow and the look on her face was on the far side of maniacal. Nancy felt Brother Pain stiffen and tremble as he started to cum and pour a warm, thick load of spunk down her throat into her stomach. Slowly, the man pulled his dick out of Nancy's throat until it finally cleared her lips and continued to spew its cummy load over the blonde's face. "Oh such a sweet sight dear," laughed Sister Agony. "Now be a good girl and cum for me." The woman's hand was almost a blur now as it pumped in and out of Nancy's pussy and the detective stopped fighting back the orgasm to give the woman what she wanted. With an exaggerated moan of pleasure to please the pair, Nancy gushed out her juices all over Sister Agony's hand. Nancy's two assailants moved to switch positions and the blonde noticed again the odd coloured crucifixes dangling around their necks on chains. The little flecks of red were the same colour as the red streaks in the Bloodsoul pool and Nancy wondered if they were what allowed them to tap into that pool of stored energy. Perhaps the bastards were still collecting energy from the ghosts or spirits of the dead children and that thought made Nancy feel sick. Sister Agony lowered her dripping pussy onto Nancy's face and began to grind it over the detective's lips, demanding attention while Brother Pain positioned his cock at the entrance to Nancy's pussy. Before the brunette's pussy eclipsed her view, Nancy had time to look around the chapel for her trenchcoat that contained her gun. The overconfident pair had simply dropped it on the floor a few yards away from the alter as if tempting her to try for it. While the two rapists knew about her ability to get out of any bonds, they were seemingly smug in their ability to keep her too distracted to do so. Nancy thought if she could induce another orgasm or two from the pair, she might have a chance to reach her coat and then things might not go like her attackers expected. It was hardly a brilliant or even an original plan, but this was Delta City where the predictable actions of the villains could be both a blessing and a curse. Nancy opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to attack Sister Agony's pussy with all the gusto she could summon. As she did this, the detective felt Brother Pain slowly slide his cock into her own pussy, taking his time and savouring the feeling as Nancy's pussy clamped down on his member. Nancy sucked and licked Sister Agony's hard clit and probed deep into the woman's wet recesses to stroke her g spot with her tongue. Soon the woman was moaning loudly and clutching at her own large boobs as she rode Nancy's face towards an earth shattering orgasm. "Oh fuck yes, lick my cunt you whore," gasped Sister Agony. "We know all about you and how you love being a nasty slut." Brother Pain inserted his cock balls deep and then began to pull back and thrust in and out with increasing speed and force. Nancy concentrated on her pussy muscles and squeezed and milked the cock as it slid in and out making a wet slurping sound followed by the smacking sound of his balls hitting her ass on each stroke. "Oh, you are such a nasty slut," moaned Brother Pain. "Just like we were told you are. You love getting your filthy cunt fucked by a hard cock." Nancy's efforts were rewarded many minutes later when she felt a flood of liquid on her face and a spurt of cum into her pussy. The two rapists were still in the midst of their climaxes when Nancy acted. She pulled her hands free of the chains and gave both of them a shove that sent them toppling off her and the alter to sprawl on the floor. Nancy freed her legs and sprang off the stone to reach her coat in a couple of strides and yank out her gun. "That silly toy can't hurt us dear," laughed Sister Agony from her position on the floor. "We left your gun and coat there so you could make your heroic little effort. It was so terribly predictable." "Do go ahead and give it a try if you want," sneered Brother Pain. "You will learn a lesson in the futility of defying us, just as all the children did. Your resistance and failure makes our victory all the sweeter to savour. Once you have gotten your silly defiance out of your system, you will learn to to accept your place as our slave and love it." Nancy didn't bother replying to the taunts. Instead, she quickly swapped in a clip of explosive bullets and swivelled to target the glowing yellow crystal. Brother Pain and Sister Agony gaped at her in shocked surprise and their protests died stillborn on their lips as Nancy's bullets shattered the crystal. There was no immediate reaction other than the room was plunged into total darkness. The chapel had no outside windows and the glowing crystal had been the only source of light in the room. Nancy had been afraid of an explosion such as she had feared would happen if she had tried to destroy the crystal in the demon's realm. That crystal had been much larger, about the size of her own body, while this one was only about the size of a football, so Nancy had gambled that she might be able to survive any response to its destruction.. "You stupid bitch," snarled Sister Agony. "I will kill you for that. I will rip the limbs from your body one by one like the petals from a daisy. We can still see perfectly well in the dark and you cannot." Again, Nancy didn't reply, but merely braced herself for an attack. As soon as she felt something touch her, she reached out to grasp any hold she could and flipped the attacker to the floor where they landed with a thud in the darkness. Nancy might not be able to see in the dark, but she had also been right that destroying the crystal had weakened the pair. The yellow dilithium crystal not only gathered and concentrated the energy generated by the children's fear and pain to store in the Bloodsoul pool, but also channeled it back into the pair via those crucifixes around their necks. With the crystal destroyed,their inhuman strength was waning back towards human normal. The detective waged a grim battle in the dark for the next several minutes, pounding kicks and punches into her unseen attackers with lightning reflexes while absorbing her opponents blows as best she could. Finally, Nancy stood there panting while two unconscious bodies lay on the floor at her feet. The PI suddenly realized there was a new light in the room and she looked around to stare at the Bloodsoul pool. Perhaps it had always been glowing, but too dimly to be seen except in total darkness, but now it was glowing brighter. The sickly green light was nauseateing and cast long shadows in the room. It also began to bubble and hiss as if it were about to explode. Time to get out of here, thought Nancy and she gazed down at the two unconscious bodies. She was sorely tempted to leave the murdering bastards, but they needed to be brought to justice and bending down, the blonde managed to sling one over each shoulder and stagger towards the door. Nancy had just reached the lobby when the voices started up again. 'What is happening?' 'We are scared!' 'Please don't leave us!' The last was a pityful wail Nancy opened the front door and tossed the bodies of Brother Pain and Sister Agony out, not caring how rough their landing might be or even if it killed them. She turned back to the lobby as she felt a tremor run through the building, making it shake like there was an earthquake. "Please show yourselves," the private eye called into the darkness. It took a few moments, but then one by one ghostly, transparent figures began to appear. They were all children, clad in rags and their pale skins smeared with dirt. Nancy could see the fear in their eyes as she looked at them. The oldest were in their mid teens from the looks of things and some were only babies, being cradled in the arms of some of the older children. "I think this place is going to be destroyed," cried Nancy. "You have to get out of here before it is too late." It was totally irrational thought Nancy, but she was also certain that these spirits had to leave this place of horrors before it was destroyed. 'We cannot leave,' said one of the older girls sadly. 'We were never adopted and we died here. No one wanted us, so we cannot leave.' "Then take my hand," pleaded Nancy extending it towards the girl. "I want you all. I will adopt all of you. Please, just take my hand and let's get out of here!!" The girl hesitated and looked uncertainly at Nancy and then at the others. 'You really want us?' she asked with the faintest glimmer of hope in her ghostly eyes. "Yes," insisted Nancy. "All of you. I want to adopt every single one of you." Another more violent tremor ran through the orphanage. The girl hesitated for another few seconds and then slowly reached out her hand to Nancy's outstretched hand. To Nancys surprise, the touch was not cold and clammy as such things were portrayed in books and movies, but warm and tingling. 'We can do it,' said the girl looking around at the others. 'She really means it. She wants us. I can feel it.' One of the older boys reached out now to grasp the girl's other hand even as a third and still more violent tremor ran through the building. 'Sheena is right," breathed the boy in wonder. 'I can feel it too. She wants us all.' One by one the dozens of children joined their hands in a chain, the babies being carried by the older children. Nancy turned then and led them all out of the building past where she had parked her Honda and then they all turned to watch the orphanage. One last even more violent tremor ran through the building. A tremendous blast of sickly green and red streaked light flared up into the night sky and then the entire building seemed to fold into itself and then it was gone as if it had never been. There was no sign of a building, not even the concrete basement. All there was in front of Nancy and the ghostly children was a patch of bare ground. 'Thank you,' said the girl who had first taken Nancy's hand, "but I think we have to leave you now.' Nancy looked around at the group of ghostly children who were all nodding their agreement. 'Will anyone remember us?' asked one of the younger girls. "I will," promised Nancy. 'Can I have a hug?' asked the girl as she approached Nancy and the detective held out her arms instinctively. Ghostly hands gave the detective a brief hug and then the girl faded and disappeared. Just before she vanished totally, a ghostly finger touched the tablet in Nancy's coat pocket. One by one the other children came to Nancy and gave her shy and awkward hugs and vanished, each one touching the tablet before they disappeared. The babies that were too young to hug or even speak gave a happy gurgle and tugged at Nancy's fingers or poked at her face with their own pudgy fingers. Again before vanishing the child who had been holding them guided those little fingers to touch Nancy's tablet. Finally, the only one left was the first girl who had trusted Nancy. 'Thank you Detective Boobs,'she said with a giggle, hugged Nancy fiercely, touched the tablet and vanished. Nancy stood there alone as she heard the sounds of approaching sirens and tears ran down her face. Wiping at her eyes, the detective opened her tablet to try and see what that had been all about. On the screen of the tablet was a list of names. The names of each of the children who had died in this place. "No, you won't be forgotten," promised Nancy. The End , "