Delta City PI #30 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 depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Delta City, Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Lady Midnight and the KnockoutGang are the creations of Mr. X. Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Please feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Brenda Wade didn't get up to greet Nancy when her executive assistant showed the private eye into her office. The billionaire had a scowl on her face as Nancy approached her desk and she didn't even invite Nancy to sit, so the blonde helped herself to one of the guest chairs. It had taken even more verbal arm twisting to get this appointment than the last time the private eye had been to this office, when she had come to ask Ms. Wade about Fancy Pope. "I suppose you came to gloat?" snapped Brenda. "Gloat? About what?" asked a puzzled Nancy. "About Skylar Bridge," replied Brenda and her scowl deepened. "You were right about him and I was wrong. There, is that what you wanted to hear?" "The bastard has killed a dozen women," replied Nancy calmly. "I don't consider that anything to gloat about or be happy over." Brenda stared at Nancy for several moments as if trying to judge her sincerity and then sighed. "No, I suppose it isn't," she admitted at last. "I guess Im mainly mad because he fooled me so badly. I talked to Angela Greer and of course, she can't give me details about the evidence you provided, but she did say it was pretty overwhelming. If Bridge ever goes to trial, she is pretty confident of getting a conviction." "I think it would be a slam dunk in any place except Delta City," said Nancy. "Given the nature and history of some of our judges, I still wouldn't bet a plugged nickle on the outcome." "That's more or less what Angela said too," agreed Brenda. "So, if you are not here to gloat, why did you want to see me?" "I have a couple of reasons," replied Nancy, "but first I would like to point out that you are being too hard on yourself. Bridge didn't just fool you, he fooled the entire city. Hell, he is still trying to do it with those damn Delta City Freedom brodcasts of his." "Oh yes, I have really been enjoying those," said Brenda in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess why I am taking Bridge so personally is because he was one of the few male allies the women in this city had. In the business and social circles I move in, most of the men are patronizing, misogynistic pigs!" "My social circle is a lot less lofty," answered Nancy, "but I run into my fair share of that as well. It is not universal though. There are some good men in this city." "Damned few it seems," growled Brenda, "but now getting back to why you wanted to see me?" "The first reason is related to Bridge," admitted Nancy. "I am very concerned about the future of Bridge House." "It's kind of late to worry about Bridge House after what you did to it," snapped Brenda with her scowl returning in full force. Nancy opened her mouth for an angry retort, but Brenda waved a hand in apology. "Oh, sorry that wasn't fair of me. I am just worried about it as well and took it out on the messenger. As a member of the board for Bridge House, I got a briefing on what was going on there. I know it had to be stopped, but losing Bridge House is going to be a major blow to the women of Delta City." "I know it is your money, but couldn't you fund it yourself or partner with other like minded people?" asked Nancy. "Normally, yes," replied Brenda, "but thanks to that last Delta City Freedom broadcast I have generals, senators and half a dozen national security organizations auditing my entire financial empire. They are getting heat from the public over my not turning Ms. Americana's power belt technology over to them and in turn, they are trying to put the screws to me. I pretty much have to get congress to approve my bill if I go out for supper at Dairy Queen. There is no way they will let me put money into Bridge House, or they would construe it as my somehow supporting what happened there. They love to throw around terms like 'oversight responsibility' and how as a member of the board of Bridge House, I should have been aware of what was going on there and hint about conspiracy charges." "I see," replied Nancy. "I will have to see if I can figure out something myself then." "Maybe your stripper video will bring in enough money," suggested Brenda with more than a hint of a sneer. "Detective Boobs isn't it?" It took all of Nancy's restraint not to try slapping the sneer off the brunette's face. The woman was obviously under a lot of stress, and now she was going to have to add to it. "This is the second reason I wanted to talk to you," said Nancy as she handed her tablet over to Brenda to read. "I picked this up off the dark web this morning." Brenda glanced at the tablet. As she read the screen, her eyes went wide with surprise and then narrowed again in anger. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" she asked. "A contest for the best super heroine sex videos? It can't possibly be true. This is essentially an incitement to rape a heroine." "It is far to real," observed Nancy. "You can see that if you click on the link for the first entry." Brenda hesitated, but touched the link that read "Azure Angel Loves She Cock". The billionaire watched only a short portion of the video before shutting it off as the moaning of the Asian heroine got uncomfortably loud and her own damn Aphrodite gene had made her pussy start to tingle which made her feel ashamed. "Why are you showing me this disgusting thing? hissed Brenda. "I have been trying to contact the She Legion to warn them," replied Nancy, "but all I get when I phone their HQ is their answering machine. I know you are friends with Ms. Americana and I figured you could get the warning to her and the other heroines." "The She Legion has been inundated by messages from the public, both pro and con since the Delta City Freedom and the petition movement started," replied Brenda. "I have heard it hasn't been very pleasant at their HQ with people picketing." "Yes, that is what I have seen on the news, agreed Nancy. "Do you know who is behind this sick contest?" asked Brenda handing Nancy back her tablet. "I have my suspicions," said Nancy. "Those demons of yours?" scoffed Brenda. Nancy shrugged. "You can choose not to believe me or in them," she replied, "but sticking your head in the sand won't make them go away. They have their nasty claws into a lot of bad things in Delta City. At the very least, they are encouraging Bridge, the DCIC and probably this stupid contest." "And why do you think these demons are doing this?" asked Brenda, trying to keep the doubt in her voice, but not entirely succeading. "Plain and simple," replied Nancy. "They feed on negative energy and especially the sexual energy from rape and other sexual assaults. Ms. Americana and the other heroines are like Energizer Bunnies to them." "Well, I will pass on your warning at least," said Brenda and rose to indicate that the meeting was over as far as she was concerned. * * * Lady Midnight gave a groan and opened her eyes with an all too familiar feeling of deja vu. She had lost count of how many times she had done this over the years. Now, what was the cause of this latest occurance? Oh yes, she had received a tip about a white slavery ring and of course she had gone to investigate it. For a moment, the African-American heroine's thoughts got derailed as she wondered why it was always called 'white slavery' when at least half of the women caught up in it were black, latino, asian or anything but white. Lady Midnight gave her head a shake to clear out that diversion for the moment and then wished she hadn't as the room reeled around her. The heroine looked down at her body and gasped despite her own expectations on the matter as she was naked except for her boots, bloves and mask. Looking around, she saw no sign of her purple costume or perhaps more importantly, her utility belt with all her weapons and tools. Fighting an urge to put one hand over her large, chocolate coloured breasts and another over her shaved pussy, the heroine sat up and took a better look around her. She seemed to be in some type of converted warehouse, quite possibly the very one she had been staking out for evidence of the slavery ring. The area she was in, however, was barren of piles of boxes and crates. It was in fact, a fairly small area with the only other thing in it besides herself being a small flat screen monitor attached to one of the walls. The monitor now came to life. "Greetings Lady Midnight," said a soft female voice. "Welcome to The Game." Looking at the monitor, Lady Midnight saw only a black masked face. Other than the speaker was white, blonde and female, there was little more information to be gained from the picture. "Who are you? What is this all about?" demanded Lady Midnight. "I am Hypo, one of the members of the Knockout Gang. Perhaps you have heard of us?" asked the woman with a smile. [Author's Note: There is a story by none other than Mr. X himself that is available on this site called Ms. Americana vs. Team Knockout that I drew on for the villains in this chapter. Mr. X's gang had four members, but I added a fifth to update the group a bit.] Lady Midnight gave a reluctant nod. She hadn't personally run into the Knockout Gang, but she knew Ms. Americana and some of her other fellow heroines had had some unpleasant encounters with the gang. If this was them though, Lady Midnight wondered why she wasn't tied up and being fucked silly already. As if reading her mind, Hypo spoke again. "Normally, I am sure you would be expecting by now to have your sexy legs spread and having your brains fucked out, but you are in for a special treat today." "Oh goody," grumbled Lady Midnight. The monitor shifted to show a screen of text with Hypo's voice talking over it. "Let's start by letting you read about the contest." Lady Midnight red the text and her eyes went wide with shock and anger as she read about the super heroine sex video contest. She knew Nancy mainly from her own secret identity as Assistant DA Angela Greer and wondered just what the blonde detective had done to get herself singled out for this obscene contest, but put that concern aside for the moment as she obviously had her own problems to worry about. "There is only one entry so far," continued Hypo, "and it is so very lame." The monitor changed again to show a naked Azure Angel bound spread eagled to a large bed. The asian heroine was getting fucked hard by the she male villainess Panthress while her hench babes Puss and Boots played with the young heroine's massive jugs. Lady Midnight watched the large ebony cock pound into the Asian pussy for several seconds and tried to tell her own pussy to stop reacting to this degredation of her friend. "Got you turned on eh?" asked Hypo as she came back on the screen. "Not at all," lied Lady Midnight even as she felt a trickle of wetness on her inner thigh. "Liar, liar, pussy on fire," laughed Hypo. "Well, now I expect you know why you are here today. The Knockout Gang plans to win that contest. The money is nice of course, but the prestige is better. You will be glad to know that we have something much more creative in mind for you than simply raping that sweet ass of yours." "I can hardly contain myself," growled Lady Midnight. "Yes, I can see that by how wet your pussy is already," snickered Hypo. "The deal is this. The warehouse you are in used to be used for Paintball back in the day, but the business went bankrupt. Where you are is the center of a maze. If you can make it through the maze, you will find your costume and utility belt waiting for you and you are free to go as per the terms of the contest." "I assume it is not as simple as getting through the maze?" asked Lady Midnight dryly. "Of course not," agreed Hypo and the screen changed to show a list of names, each in a different colour with a number beside the name. The names and colours were: Hypo (red), Gas (green), Chloro (yellow), Blackjack (purple) and Taser (blue). All the numbers were zeroes except Hypo had a one by her name. "There is some urban legend about a bunch of sick, rich bastards playing Paint Ball with a naked Bambi as their target," said Hypo. "We decided it would be fun, at least for us that is, to bring that legend to life. Each of our gang has a Paint Ball gun with coloured paint that matches the colours on the screen. Whichever one of us gets the most hits on you gets to fuck you for the contest video. I have a one point head start since it was my dart in your botty that knocked you out so we could play our game." "What if I refuse to participate in your sick game?" demanded Lady Midnight. Hypo shrugged. "Why wouldn't you? If you are as superior as you like to claim, you can get through the maze, avoid all of us and get away with nothing happening to you. If you don't play, then you can sit there stark naked and starve or wait until we all come to get you and have some fun with your body." Lady Midnight glowered at the monitor for a few more seconds and then took another look around. There were five doors leading out of the small room she was in, which she assumed gave her an equal chance of meeting one of the five gang members. Picking one at random, the black heroine cautiously stepped through the door into the passage beyond. Getting through a maze was simple she knew. You simply took every right turn until you hit a dead end and then went back to the last junction and took the next choice from the far right. The maze couldn't be that large as it was contained in a warehouse and she should be out of here in mere minutes. The Knockout Gang were a bunch of idiots she decided with a mental sneer. Hypo watched the naked, full, round ass of Lady Midnight disappear through one of the doors and smiled to herself. Of course, she hadn't told the heroine everything had she. Pity. For example, the walls in the maze were movable, so the path to the exit would keep changing and no standard maze solving strategy would work. For another thing, she hadn't told the heroine about the special contents of the Paint Balls which went well pass their colour. Oh my, this should be so much fun. Lady Midnight followed the passage to a junction and took the rightmost of the two options. This led to a dead end and she retraced her steps to the junction and paused in bewilderment. There should have been three openings, the one she had originally come from, the one she had followed and the third one she had planned to take next. Instead there were now four openings and the other three were not in the positions they had been. She was still standing in the middle of the junction when a shapely black clad figure stepped out of one of the doorways and fired a Paint Gun at her point blank. There was a sting and then a large blob of neon blue paint splattered over Lady Midnight's right boob. Before the heroine could react, Taser disappeared back into the entrance she had stepped through. "Score: Hypo 1, Taser 1, Gas 0, Chloro 0, Blackjack 0" boomed a computer voice that echoed through the warehouse. Lady Midnight put a finger down to dab it in the blue liquid on her breast. There was something odd about this "paint" she thought. The oder was familiar, yet she couldn't place it. "I hope you like our special paint," came the snickering voice of Hypo. "We filled all our paint balls with cum and added the colouring to it. Of course, we would have had problems getting enough human cum, so we got someone to jerk off an elephant for us." Lady Midnight wrinkled her nose in disgust as she had been in the process of sniffing her finger. "Perverted bastards," she growled. Hypo didn't say anything more, nor did she tell the heroine that she hadn't mentioned the other special qualities of their paint mixture. Besides the cum and the colouring, the "paint" contained both a sedative and a powerful aphrodisiac. After several more hits, she figured the black heroine would be to dopey to fight and so horny she would welcome the fucking she was going to get. Of course, she had lied about one other thing. It wasn't just the winner who was going to nail her, but the entire gang. The winner would just get to go first. With her maze solving strategy foiled, Lady Midnight chose one of the other openings at random, ignoring the one Taser had just disappeared through. This passage continued on for a way and then came to an abrupt right turn. The heroine had just stepped around the turn when a blast of bright yellow exploded over her left boob. Lady Midnight only caught a glimpse of the figure of Chloro disappearing around another bend ahead of her. "Score: Hypo 1, Taser 1, Chloro 1, Gas 0, Blackjack 0 " boomed the computer voice. Lady Midnight felt dizzy all of a sudden and put out an arm to steady herself against one of the walls. She could also feel her pussy give another twitch and she put her other hand down to touch herself. Her fingers brushed against her clit and Lady Midnight moaned loudly with pleasure and had to force her hand away from her sex with an effort of will. The heroine had just started to stagger down the corridor again when she felt something smack into her ass and looking over her shoulder, she saw her large, toned butt was now painted lime green. and there was another figure disappearing through a doorway, Score: Hypo 1, Taser 1, Gas 1, Chloro 1, Blackjack 0" boomed the voice. "I'm going to get these bastards if it is the last thing I do," gritted Lady Midnight and wasn't even aware she had brought her green coated finger to her lips and licked the liquid from it with a slightly dreamy expression on her face. Lady Midnight came to another junction with two other openings and before she could choose a direction, both Hypo and Blackjack stepped out of them and fired their paintguns. A crimson splotch covered her pussy now and a bright purple puddle adorned her flat tummy. Score: Hypo 2, Taser 1, Gas 1, Chloro 1, Blackjack 1 came the damn computer voice. The ebony skinned heroine now stumbled down a passageway, nearly blind to where she was going as her brain fogged up. One hand strayed between her legs as she weaved along an began to rub at her pussy. Goddess, I need to get this thing stuffed full, she thought. Suddenly, there was a sound behind her and Lady Midnight wheeled around just in time to take a lime green blast right between her tits, mixing with the yellow and blue blobs on her breasts and dripping down to mix with the purple puddle on her stomach. Lady Midnight didn't even bother trying to chase after the quickly vanishing Gas. "Score: Hypo 2, Gas 2, Taser 1, Chloro 1,Blackjack 1" said the voice of the computer which was now sounding much sexier thought the heroine. Still rubbing her pussy, the heroine stumbled into a deadend and collapsed to her knees gasping and trying to get her mind working about what to do over this setback. Abruptly, the wall in front of her rolled back and Chloro fired a blast that hit her square in the face. Lady Midnight screamed and tried frantically to wipe off the yellow liquidglazing her face. "Don't worry honey, it is non toxic, won't even sting the eyes and is totally edible," laughed Hypo's mocking voice. "Score: Hypo 2, Gas 2, Chloro 2, Taser 1, Blackjack 1" you dirty nasty slut, teased the computer voice. "Edible?" mumbled Lady Midnight as she licked some of the dripping yellow liquid from her lips with her tongue. "Yep, 100% organic," agreed Hypo with a snicker. "All that protein from those elephant sperm." "Mmmm, tasty" said Lady Midnight, who either hadn't heard what Hypo said or was past caring as she slurped up some more of the liquid while one hand was still buried between her legs. It took a few minutes for the heroine to finally collect herself enough to regain her feet and move on uncertainly. Weaving from side to side, she just gave the black clad figure who suddenly stepped out of an opening in front of her a big goofy smile. He smiled back and fired his gun which added a splattering of bright blue to the red on her pussy and it began to drip down the heroine's long muscled legs. Before the computer could update the score, another figure fired from behind Lady Midnight and splashed bright purple over her hair and back before disappearing. "Score: Hypo 2, Gas 2, Chloro 2, Taser 2, Blackjack 2" you filthy whote moaned the computer voice as if in the throes of an orgasm. "It looks like we have a five way tie," laughed Hypo. "What do you think Lady Slut? Are you willing to fuck us all?" The zonked out heroine stared around her blearily and her fingers kept up a non stop rubbing of her clit. "Yes," she gasped. "I want to be fucked. I need to be fucked." "Ooooo you whore," laughed Hypo. "Well then, just follow the arrows." Lady Midnight looked down and saw yellow arrows glowing every ten feet or so on the floor. Giggling, the dazed and very horny superheroine followed them. "My very own yellow fuck road," she tittered. The arrows led Lady Midnight back into the room she had woken up in though there had been a few changes. First there was a large bed that occupied most of the space. Second, it was surrounded by bright lights and video cameras. "If you want to get fucked, just lie on the bed and tell the whole world," suggested Hypo. With another gigle, Lady Midnight waltzed over to the huge bed and with her body all splattered in various colours, lay down happily in the middle of it and gazed into the nearest camera lens. "Hello world," she announced. "I want to be fucked. I want all my holes filled." With that proclamation, five black clad figures stepped out of the five entrances and moved towards the bed. Hypo and Taser, the newest member of the group, were both obviously female from their large protruding headlights, while Chloro, Gas and Blackjack were all just as obviously male from the bulges in their black pants. "Oooo goody, I got lots of playmates" said Lady Midnight clapping her hands in joy. "Yep, all the cocks and pussy even a bimbo like you could want," laughed Hypo as she peeled off her clothes, leaving only her mask on and then lowering her neatly trimmed blonde pussy over Lady Midnight's face. "Mmmm this is tasty too," cooed the dark skinned heroine as she shoved her tongue deep into Hypo's honeypot. "You have to love these horny super sluts," said Chloro as he positioned himself between the heroine's chocolate coloured thighs and began to push his white cock into her. "Fuck, she is so wet, I think you could fit a telephne pole up her twat." "Well, lets see if she can take my telephone pole up her ass," grinned Blackjack as he stroked his dark shaft which might not win any prizes for longest, but it was very thick. "Lift the bitch up so I can get under her," he told Chloro and Hypo and they helpfuly lifted the heroine's body into the air and lowered it onto his waiting dic. There was a muffled cry from Lady Midnight as the massive cock shoved into her anus. Taser had also stripped down by now and appeared to be of Asian extraction, but she still retained her mask, making it difficult to be more precise. The newest member of the gang bent her mouth down to lick and suck at Lady Midnight's now veery colourful boobs. Chloro watched the small woman go to work on Lady Midnight's melons as he began to pump his cock in and out of the heroine's tight pussy. "Hey Taser, aren't you worried about all that gunk on her tits?" Taser looked up with her lips already stained by the various colours that had splashed over Lady Midnight's boobs. "The stuff does taste delicious, she grinned, "and I am already so horny from watching the bitch stagger around naked that I could care less about a little elephant spunk and aphrodisiac." "To each his own," said Chloro who seemed to have forgotten Lady Midnight's pussy was also drenched in the stuff and it now coated his dick as he began to slam it in and out faster, perhaps the product of the aphrodisiac and perhaps just his nature. Meanwhile Gas walked over to the bed, stroking his hard cock. He too was apparently asian and he stood there gazing down at the sight of his four teammates banging the black heroine while he stroked his cock. "what you got in mind Gas?" moaned Hypo as she continued to ride Lady Midnight's face, her juices mixing with the yellow "paint" that Gas had himself sprayed all over the heroine. "I'm in no real hurry," laughed Gas. "I figure that when some of you get done, I am going to add a big load of white colour for contrast. I have been saving up a big load for a week." "Well my load is going into her cream pie cunt," gasped Chloro as his breathing became more rapid and then he pushed his cock in as deep as it would go and began to blast his semen into Lady Midnight's pussy. He felt spurt after spurt shoot into the warm clinging pussy that was wrapped around his cock until there was nothing left to give and he pulled out. The other gang members watched in fascination as his cum frothed and bubbled out of Lady Midnight's pussy. "Damn, that was one hot load," laughed Blackjack as he now began to pick up his pace from under the heroine as Chloro got off her. The large black skinned gang member began slamming his cock in and out of Lady Midnight's ass with increasing vigour. The only response from the ebony heroine was another muffled moan from under Hypo's grinding pussy. With Chloro having vacated the upper position, Gas now moved to crouch between the heroine's legs while he continued to stroke his cock. Rather than insert it into the dribbling pussy, the slim asian gang member seemed content with his masturbation as he intently watched the heroine eat out Hypo while Taser sucked on her tits and Blackjack slammed into her from below. Without any warning, Gas began to cum and his claim of having saved up a huge load was verified as a jet of warm spunk splashed over Lady Midnight's stomach and boobs. The white cum mixed with the various colours and a few drops hit Taser on the cheek, but the female villain didn't seem to notice as she just kept working over those large jugs with her lips and tongue. Gas sent several more large spurts of his white glaze over Lady Midnight's body and then sat back to admire his handywork which was captured by the HD video cameras in loving detail. After Hypo came with an inarticulate cry and collapsed backward off Lady Midnight's face, they could all see the thick deposit of her honey left on the heroine's face. Taser briefly switched her mouth from Lady Midnight's breasts to kiss her on the mouth and taste her fellow villain's juices before squatting over the boobs she had been working over and rubbing her clit feverishly. The asian villain was quite the squirter and she splattered her girl cream all over the multicoloured breasts of the ebony avenger. That left only Blackjack as yet to cum and he didn't waste much more time catching up to his teammates as he poured a warm creamy load of his seed into Lady Midnight's ass. The camera pulled back to give a bird's eye view of Lady Midnight's body. The various patches of brightly coloured flesh now had a thick glazing of cum and as she lay there under the lights a visible shudder ran through her body as the heroine made it to her own powerful orgasm. "Now for scene two," laughed Hypo and the others all quickly joined in. * * * Nancy sighed as she drove across town in her battered Honda Civic to her next appointment. Her talk with Brenda Wade had not gone well and she wasn't sure what to do about it. It wasn't all Brenda's fault as the damn Aphrodite gene affected and coloured much of what its victims thought and did. From what Nancy could see, the She Legion was headed for major trouble though unless something happened to turn them around. Nancy wished she could find a way to stop this stupid super heroine sex video contest, but nothing had occurred to her yet. Her tablet could tell her when a new video went up, but since they weren't doing them live and it was different villains doing it in different locations, shutting the thing down seemed problematical. Nancy was fairly sure the demons were behind it, but that didn't help her much. * * * "Do you really think this will help?" asked Helen Givens as she sat nervously beside Nancy in her Honda. "I don't know," admitted Nancy. "I know it can't hurt though. I just think it was rather convenient that Bailey contracted some rare disorder that Bridge and Smith just happened to know about and use as leverage against you. Bridge works with a guy named Professor Pervo, which I swear is his real name, who is one nasty fu, er character." Nancy paused and glanced in the rear view mirror to see if seven year old Bailey Givens had caught her slip, but the girl was engrossed in watching cartoons on Nancy's tablet. A few minutes later, the three of them walked into Professor Werder's lab. Nancy still had mixed feelings about the absent minded genius and as she walked across the main lab to Werder's private office, she made sure to keep her body between Bailey and the large nude pinups of the heroines the professor kept pinned to his lab walls for "scientific research". Helen, however, did see the photos and that only made her more nervous. "I think that one is you," Helen whispered to Nancy. Nancy glanced at the picture which seemed to be a blow-up from her video and sighed. "Yep, that's me alright. He swears he has them for reference material in his research." "And the white blobs on them" asked Helen doubtfully. "Er liquid paper?" asked Nancy with a bright smile. Helen looked like she wanted to say more, but they had reached Werder's office and Nancy knocked on the door. "Who is it?" said a male voice in a strained tone. "It's me Nancy," called the detective. "The private eye? You have an appointment with me about a young girl who needs your help." "Oh yes, just a second please" said Professor Werder through the door. There was some sounds of scuffling and Nancy swore she heard a zipper going up just before the professor opened the door and beamed at them. "Come in, come in. I was just um doing some research," he said jovially. Nancy ushered Helen and Bailey into the office ahead of her. Once inside, she noticed the professor had a TV and DVD player in one corner of his office and on his desk was her stripper video and a copy of "Candy Floss Saves the World." "Your lab coat is caught in your zipper," said Bailey with the total innocence of the child. Werder flushed bright red, turned his back and after a few minutes of tugging, freed his lab coat and turned around to face them again. "Ah, so you are the child Ms. Nancy was telling me about," said the professor as he sat down behind his desk. "Did you bring the medication with you" Helen nodded and passed over a vial of pils. "Please be careful, they are very expensive. She is supposed to take them once a day and I only have ten pills left. I have no idea of what I will do after they run out." "I will need only a small portion of a pill to do an analysis," replied Werder and I will get my assistant to take a blood sample from the young lady. Maggie is better at that than I am. I er seem to have stuck the needle in my thumb the last time I tried it. when I got distracted by something on television. I think it was something to do with Got Gal and what the mutoids were doing to her and ..." "That's ok, Professor," interrupted Nancy hurriedly as she didn't think either Helen or Bailey needed to know what had distracted Werder. * * * "Neuro toxin?" asked an incredulous Helen Givens a hour later. "In a very low dosage," said Professor Werder, doing his best to try and reassure the woman. "It is, however, a rather nasty substance. Once the person is exposed to it, they become dependant on it and can get violently ill if they do not get it on a regular basis." "I don't understand," replied Helen. "Dr. McKinney diagnosed Bailey with this condition with twenty syllables. I even looked it up with Google." "Oh Supercalifragilyexpielenousitis is a real condition. It is just not one Bailey has," said Werder. "I was quite sure of that when I analyzed the medication, but the blood test results confirm it. I don't know how Bailey was exposed to the neurotoxin in the first place." "Dr. McKinney?" asked Nancy thoughtfully as she examined the label on the prescription bottle. "wasn't he the one who was killed a few weeks back when his brakes failed? The same Dr. McKinney who worked at the Delta City Medical Plaza which blew up when the She Legion was investigating it?" [Author's Note: For more on the late Dr. McKinney, you might want to read Witchfire 6 by Silkcords. While the red haired witch as at least temporarily vanished from Delta City, reverberations and echoes linger on.] No one answered Nancy's questions and she had really been more thinking aloud to herself than anything. "Is there anything you can do for Bailey?" asked Helen, holding her breath in hope. "Oh yes, it should be possible to help her, " replied Werder. "" It is more of an addiction problem than a medical one. You have ten pills left. We reduce her dosage to three quarters of a pill for six days which would be four and a half pills. Then to half a pill a day for six days which is another three pills. Then a quarter of a pill for six days which is a pill and a half which makes er nine pills used. Finally one eighth of a pill for eight days and then she should be able to tolerate not taking the drug. She will still probably have some symptoms such as a mild fever as the dosage is reduced, but nothing serious." * * * Mayor Thomas Franklin gazed out the window of his fourth floor office at City Hall and watched the two competing groups of protestors for several seconds before turning to look at his two guests. "You Know, I once had ambitions to higher political office," he said. The two other men exchanged glances, but didn't say anything. "Notice I said 'had'," continued Franklin, "because this fucking mess is blowing huge holes in that hope. and you two aren't doing much to help patch the leaks. Hel, I think you are really just ripping new holes to help sink the boat." "I don't think that is fair Mr. Mayor," said Commissioner Borden. "Really?" replied Franklin sarcastically. "Let's see, for starters there is the Bridge fiasco. The press, especially people like Axanna Morgan and Tonya O'Donnell are having a fieldday with the evidence he might have killed at least a dozen people during the time you were either Police Commissioner or Chief of Police. Now I don't give a good goddamn about whether he is guilty or not since all the victims were nobodies, but I do care when it splashes back on me. The whole thing should have been handled quickly and quietly, but instead we ended up with him out in international waters, thumbing his nose at the world and this Delta City Freedom crap." "That's still not my fault," protested Borden. "That bitch Angela Greer wouldn't let the charges drop and you can blame that on Parker for not being able to control her. You can also blame that big boobed blonde private eye who started the investigation in the first place and provided most of the evidence. Finally, I had no control over Bridge. Old Wilbur got him out on bail and everyone expected him to just lay low and let things blow over, not start these damn Delta City Freedom broadcasts to stir everything up." Borden's excuses seemed designed to put the blame on everyone but himself, mused Franklin, and totally ignored how the Delta City Police under his watch had missed connecting all those murders in the first place. The milk, however, was already all over the floor, so maybe it was more profitable to figure out how to mop it up rather than worry about who spilled it. "Does something need to be done about this private eye?" asked the Mayor. "She was amusing when she was on stage taking her clothes off, but she is becoming a real pain in the ass." "Tell me about it," grumbled Borden. "She has had her big tits mixed up in just about everything lately. Just last night, she was found out at the old orphanage or where the orphanage used to be." "Used to be?" echoed Franklin. "Did she burn it down or something? I never heard about it and I am the fucking Mayor of this fucking city!" "It didn't burn down, it just vanished," replied Borden. "You can bet that either Tonya O'Donnell or that other bitch Megan Fitzpatrick will be all over it soon if they aren't already. The private eye said she didn't know what had happened to it either, but she turned over a couple of suspects that we have identified as William Payne and Agnes Thatcher. Those were the two who were supposed to have been behind the whole pedo ring at St. Lucifer's er I mean St. Angela's and were supposedly killed in a fight with Green Spectre and Spectre Girl. The pair the blonde slut turned over to us were the ones dubbed Brother Pain and Sister Agony by the fucking media vultures." The Mayor was about to say that buildings don't just disappear, but this was Delta City and they had the obvious example of Nightmare House that said such things could happen. Instead, he focussed on the heroines being involved once more if only tangently to Borden's story about last night. "Oh fuck, those big boobed sluts keep turning up everywhere," growled the Mayor. "Can't we arrest this Nancy Peye and toss her skanky ass in jail?" "On what charges?" asked Borden. "When she isn't stripping, she covers her ass pretty well. There was the business at the hockey rink, but if we charge her with anything relating to that, it is going to drag in the names of the four girls who she said attacked her and their parents are all rich and influential who would not appreciate their names being mentioned. We could charge her with pimping or even prostitution for things related to the Pussycat Club, but you know damn well we don't dare go near that." Franklin gave a reluctant nod of agreement. Among other things, he didn't especially want his own visits to the Pussycat Club to become public knowledge or the fact that he was there when his last confidential assistant, Mitchell Wiggins, was killed there. He also knew that while he hadn't admitted it, Borden had to know about the bribes to look the other way that the police took for not just the Pussycat Club, but all the other whore houses in the city. "So, you are saying there is nothing we can do about her?" concluded the Mayor. Borden shrugged and then smiled slowly. "Have you heard about the super heroine sex video contest?" When the Mayor nodded, he went on. "It specifically names her as a target. I don't know why or who she pissed off to get specifically mentioned, but there might be something that could be done with that." "How?" demanded the Mayor. "It's not like a sex video could hurt her reputation. There is already bootleg videos of her performance at the Ritz Hotel and her Detective Boobs stripper video. She finished a close second to Dragon Queen as the most immoral woman in Delta City. Another video of the whore naked will sell like crazy, but hardly hurt her reputation." "Agreed," said Borden, "but I was thinking more along the lines of some sort of accident happening to her as a result of the contest. It is supposed to be a 'catch and release' event, but what if one of the contestants got carried away and she suffers a fatal accident?" "Do you think this hypothetical situation is likely?" asked Franklin. Borden smiled again. "Hypothetically, there is a pretty good chance considering the vile nature of some of the people involved." Franklin nodded. He doubted Borden or his other guest would have the balls to secretly record this hypothetical discussion, but there was no sense dwelling anymore on it. If he read in the Delta City Times that a certain private eye had been found dead, he was sure he could squeeze out a few tears over the loss to the city of such a champion of justice, flawed as she had been in terms of her own moral character. "Ok that brings us back to the protestors," said the Mayor gesturing to the window where even the triple glazing didn't totally stop the sounds echoing up from street level. "I need to make a decision about this heroine registration petition Personally, I am tired of those scantily clad sluts running around my city flashing their tits at everyone, but they do serve a purpose with all the twisted fucking super villains we seem to be infested with." "That's why I wanted Captain Hawk in on this meeting," replied Borden turning to the so far silent third person in the room. "Mr. Mayor, I was quite aways along in reorganizing and upgrading the Alien, Terrorist and Monster Squad before I was injured a month or so ago.," said the stocky, dark haired man. "Now that I am fully recovered, I intend to complete the work I started. When I am done, my squad will be able to handle any possible threat to the city, thus making the super heroines redundant." "Pardon me for being a bit skeptical Captain Haw," said the Mayor, "but I can't share your confidence. As I recall, when that fucking terrorist was threatening the city with bombs, it was you that involved that bitch of a private eye in the mess because your squad couldn't handle it in the first place!" "That was then," replied Hawk calmly. "Through my contacts with the military, our weapons and technology are undergoing a radical upgrade. The military is giving us access to technology that they can't otherwise properly fieldtest as there is not a good war currently going on for that purpose. I can guarantee that my people will be able to handle any possible threat to the city without the assistance or should I say questionable assistance of the She Legion." * * * "So, what do you think of what they had to say?" asked the Mayor a few minutes later after the other two had left and he was once more staring out the window at the protestors. Still looking out the window, he felt soft arms wrap around him and felt the warmth of a pair of breasts being pressed into his back. "They are a couple of blowhards," whispered a soft female voice in his ear, "but I think they are right about the city not needing the heroines. They cause more problems than they solve. Look at the size of the two protest groups. When the Delta City Freedom broadcasts started, the numbers supporting and against the heroines were about equal, but look down there now and it is at least four to one against. If you want to get reelected, you are going to have to be on the winning side." Franklin slipped out of the woman's grip and turned to face his formerly demure confidential assistant. Yes, demure had been the word that best described Laura Kincaid thought the Mayor, but not lately. He had to cajole and pretty much order the woman to go with him to the Pussycat Club that night to see the blonde detective strip. He remembered the total look of shock on the woman's face when the strippers panties had landed on her face. He had thought she was going to have a seizure. To use the recently departed Captain Hawk's phrase 'that was then'. Something had changed about Laura Kincaid since then. Her skirts had gotten shorter, her blouses more low cut and her comments and body language flirtatious. Not that he was going to complain mind you, but she had certainly changed. "So, you think I should support the petition?" asked the Mayor. "I am not even sure I have the authority to enact this heroine registration they want." Laura stepped closer and let her fingers accidently brush over the front of Franklin's trousers and felt a twitch there in response. Her heart was pounding at her audacity, but she had promised Tawnee to do her best to influence the Mayor in their favour. It was after all, what was best for Delta City. "It is a bit of a grey area," she admitted. There is nothing in the constitution about who has authority over super powered individuals. It just seems to be something the founding fathers hadn't thought about, mainly since they didn't exist back then. Should it be a federal, state or municipal responsibility then? Policing is a municipal rresponsibility unless it goes across county or state lines, so it seems likely you could make a good case for it being your right to regulate them if it ever goes to a court. Even if a court decided it belonged to the state, the governor is certainly no friend of the heroines and would probably pass state legislation to support you." That much was true, thought Franklin. Governor Scott was another former Mayor of Delta City and had not enjoyed being shown up by the big breasted heroines on severaloccaisions. "Whatever happens politically or in the courts," went on Laura, "the civic election will be long over by then and you will already be reelected. If you are still worried, don't use the word 'heroine' in the law. Call it the 'Vigilante Registration Act' or something like that. Emphasise that they are not really heroines, but merely vigilantes who have chosen to take the law into their own hands too many times with rather disasterous consequences to the city." Franklin was still looking undecided, so Laura took out her phone. "You saw the latest Delta City Freedom brodcast with the clip of Azure Angel?" she asked. Franklin nodded. "This is the full video where they took that clip from," and the executive assistant started the video. The two of them stood there staring at the screen and watched the Asian heroine being fucked and asking Panthress to go harder and deeper with her large black cock. "Do we really want women like that taking the law into their own hands?" asked Laura. "All they are good for is taking cocks into their pussies." The Mayor was surprised to hear his assistant use such words. He was even more surprised a few seconds later when she sank to her knees in front of him and took his cock out of his pants and slipped it into her mouth. "We don't need those sluts in our city," murmered Laura as she ran her tongue over Franklin's shaft. "No, we don't," agreed Franklin and the paradox of what his assistant was saying and what she was doing never even crossed his mind as he stood there enjoying the blowjob and starting to think how he would phrase the resolution he planned to bring to the next city council meeting. * * * Nancy had dropped off a vastly relieved Helen Givens and Bailey at the woman's house and was now headed for the Pussycat Club. She hadn't been there in a couple of days and wanted to check up on how Cyril was doing and to make sure everything was ok with the club itself. Helen might still face criminal charges over her actions at Bridge House and even if she didn't, finding another job in the social work field was going to be difficult. Still, the woman didn't seem worried about that as long as she knew Bailey was going to be ok. Nancy was almost certain that Pervo had been the source of the neurotoxin as supplied to the late Dr. McKinney, but she had no proof. Still, it was going to be worth an extra kick to Pervo's balls the next time she encounter the bastard. "Hello Jerome, how goes things with you and Maria?" asked Nancy as she stopped to chat with the young black bouncer at his station outside the strippers and whores entrance to the Pussycat Club. "Evening Nancy," grinned the bouncer. "Maria has signed up for some upgrading classes at the community college. She has been talking to Roberta about becoming an EMT and this is the first step towards that. She is even trying to get me to take some classes." "Hey, you can't be young and beautiful forever," grinned Nancy as she went by him into the club. The office door was open and the office empty when Nancy went by, so she kept on going down the corridor towards the main room. The blonde was just pushing through the curtained doorway beside the long, oak bar when someone came flying through the air and crashed into her. Nancy lay there under the body and slightly stunned for a few seconds, before she heard a voice talking to her. "That you Nancy?" said the male voice. "Yep, is that you Frank?" asked Nancy. "Yep," agreed Frank. "So, what's going on Frank?" questioned Nancy. "Well, I thought I was going to smash my head into the wall or floor, but instead I landed on something nice and soft. Are those your boobs my head is resting on?" "Yes Frank, now would you mind moving and telling me what the fuck is going on?" said Nancy. "Are we being attacked by super villains again?" "Nope," replied Frank struggling off Nancy and getting to his feet. "Drunk football player," he told Nancy as he extended a hand to help pull the detective to her feet. Together, Nancy and the assistant manager walked back into the main room where the private eye spotted a huge hulk of a man standing in the middle of the room. He also had Cyril gripped around the neck, hoisting him off the floor like he weighed nothing. "He's all yours," offered Frank as he and Nancy made their way over to the pair. "Wait!" came a strangled cry from Cyril. "This moron is the star defensive tackle for the Delta City football team. If you hurt him, the publicity will be bad for the Pussycat Club." "I thought there wasn't any such thing as bad publicity," replied Nancy calmly. The 300 pound lineman swivelled his head from Cyril to Nancy and back again as they talked. "You crazy man? This little chick couldn't take on our team kicker and he is a real wuss." "Ok, you can hurt him a little," offered Cyril to Nancy. The blonde sighed, stepped forward and chopped down on the wrist of the arm holding Cyril. The football player gave a cry and dropped the pimp and rubbed his wrist with his other hand. Nancy hadn't hit hard enough to break anything, just hard enough to make the idiot let go. Now, while he was still rubbing his hurt wrist, the detective grabbed that arm and twisted it behind him in a hammerlock. "Hey, let go," cried the man as he tried to pull his arm free and then he gave another yelp of pain. "Ok Buddy, what's your name?" asked Nancy sweetly. "Buddy?" replied the man. "Yes, what's your name buddy?" repeated the detective. "Buddy!" cried the man still unable to free his arm and finding the more he tried, the more it hurt. "I am only going to ask you one more time what your name is buddy," said Nancy losing her patience with the moron. "Er, his name is Buddy Jackson," said Cyril with a shrug and a smile. Nancy rolled her eyes and gave Buddy's arm another little jerk up which provoked another cry from him. "Ok, then listen real good Buddy. If you don't want the arm broken, which would probably really piss your coach off, you are going to walk quietly in front of me to the door and then you are going to get into a taxi and go home. Don't come back for a week and if yu act up again, the ban will be permanent. Got it?" "Hey, I didn't do nothing!" protested Buddy. Nancy gave his arm another painful jerk. "I asked if you got it?" "Yes," said Buddy in a strained voice. When Nancy returned to the room after seeing Buddy into a taxi, Phoebe rushed over to her and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "Thanks my hero," she said breaking the liplock to the disapppointment of several bystanders. "Er, what was that for?" asked Nancy. "The idiot was trying to get on stage when I was in the middle of my Little Red Riding Hood act," replied Phoebe who was currently wearing only a red thong. "Hey, why didn't I get a kiss for trying to stop him" complained Frank. "Because you only tried and Nancy succeeded," replied Phoebe and she turned up her nose and marched back to the dressing room, giving her ass a wiggle for the benefit of all watchers as she went. * * * Nancy spent a couple of hours at the Pussycat Club after giving Buddy the heave ho, but the time was uneventful. Cyril still limped a little, but otherwise seemed fully recovered. The club owner had been grateful to learn about how Roberta Sanchez had helped in his quick recovery and Nancy left him wondering how he could properly thank the EMT. They had also spent some time discussing what had happened between them. "I still feel like I took advantage of you a bit," Cyril had said. "If you keep saying things like that," Nancy had told him, "you are going to have to turn in your pimp membership club card. Look, what the demons did to me had some bearing on what I did with you and with some of your clients, but I might have done those things anyway for a friend." At that point, Nancy had pulled out half the money she had gotten from her trick with Karl Jansen and handed it to Cyril wordlesssly. Nancy had just gotten inside her apartment when there was a knock on the door. A look through the peep hole had revealed a delegation of Wong women that included Mrs. Wong, Katy and Judy. There was another woman with them and it took Nancy a few seconds to place the familiar face as Mei-Ling Chow, the head of the Chinese Studies department at Delta City University. Nancy settled Mrs. Wong in her one comfortable chair while Katy and Dr. Chow got the rickety kitchen chairs. That left her and Judy sitting together on the edge of Nancy's bed. "I am guessing this isn't a social call?" asked Nancy as she looked at their serious faces. "It is not," agreed Mrs Wong. "It will be best if Dr. Chow begins." "I don't know if you have heard, but Sandra escaped from prison yesterday," said Dr. Chow looking nervous and staring down at her hands rather than meeting Nancy's eyes. "No, I hadn't heard," replied Nancy, sure it hadn't made the news or her tablet's AI would have picked up on it and notified her. After Sandra's defeat by Witchfire, though nobody else remember the witch doing it, Nancy knew Sandra had been taken to the new and presumably inescapable MaxHold prison. The same one, the Bilbo Brothers were now the guests of. It didn't bode well, Nancy thought, if there had already been an escape from the inescapable institution. "yes, she came to see me," went on Dr. Chow after a moment. "She wanted some information from me and I have to admit her methods were most persuasive." Nancy remembered her own encounter with Sandra at the museum and grimaced in sympathy as she had a fairly good idea what those methos had probably entailed. "May I ask why you have come to see me about this?" asked Nancy gently. "The story is old and complicated," replied Dr. Chow. "To begin with, I must admit that I was not totally honest with you when you first came to my office. Mrs. Wong has informed me that was a mistake," and at this the professor shot a sidelong glance at the old woman who merely nodded for the younger woman to continue. "As I told Sandra during her visit to me, I was not so much ignorant of the history and power of the unicornhorn as I was afraid that old and dangerous things that are better left buried would be dug up." "I see," said Nancy. "Please go on." "My ancestors come from what is now a remote area in the North of modern day China," said the professor. "Some four thousand years ago, that area was ruled by a cruel and ruthless sorcerer. No one knows his true name and legend says that even he had forgotten it. He was only known as The Dark Mage, though that is of course only an approximate translation from the Chinese term. In his vanity, he wished not to die, but to live forever. To that end, he used his vast magical powers to trap and kill a Qilin or what you Westerners call a unicorn. The Qilin were magical creatures who could change their appearance. Sometimes they had one horn as your unicorns do, sometimes they have two and sometimes even they have antlers like a stag. Likewise their bodies can vary significantly from horse like to some that resemble an oxen." Nancy arched an eyebrow. "I am hoping the song by the Irish Rovers isn't accurate about what happened to the unicorns." Mrs. Wong and Mei-Ling looked puzzled, but Katy and Judy both gigled as they got the reference. "The Qilin that the Dark Mage killed was the last one in this reality, went on Dr. Chow after a moment. "All of the other Qilin had become tired of the harassment of humans and others and had gone through a gateway to their own private world. The last Qilin had lingered here too long out of its love for the land." "I don't understand, how you can know all this," replied a puzzled Nancy. In answer, Dr. Chow pulled out a small wooden box from a pocket. "I managed to keep this secret even from Sandra's probing," said the woman who managed not to wince at the unintnded double entendre. The professor opened the box to reveal a small rock that looked slightly melted around the edges. "This rock was part of the courtyard in the palace of the Dark Mage. The magic was so great when the last Qilin was killed, that the memory of those events was imprinted on it. It has been passed down through all these centuries in my family. If you will all join hands with each other and me, you will feel those memories." Nancy moved the chairs closer to the bed and the five women joined hands in a circle with the stone resting in Dr. Chow's lap. Nothing happened for a few moments and then the room seemed to vanish and Nancy found herself four thousand years in the past, suspended in mid air watching the scene unfold in the palace of the Dark Mage. * * * The Dark Mage stood in his courtyard looking at the animal tethered there by chains to the flagstones. It was a Qilin, and the Dark Mage knew it was the last of its kind on the planet. Even as he watched, the creature shifted form. Now it had one horn, now two, now it had antlers. The body shifted as sometimes it had the head of a dragon and the scales of one as well. Othertimes the body resembled more that of an ox or a horse. The tail was sometimes that of a lion or other beasts. The size and shape of the hooves changed, but these always were cloven. Even the colour of the beast shifted through every hue in the rainbow and sometimes all of them at once, but always it seemed to cycle back through a golden colour. The Qilin were said to be impossible to constrain with magic, but the Dark Mage gave a smug smile at his accomplishment. Magic alone could not do it, but in combination with this new science, he had done the impossible. A combination of the darkest spells, specially forged chains consecrated with the blood of virgins and a potent mixture of herbs had done it. He was certain that only he had the power and ability to have accomplished this feat, yet he knew the moment was fleeting. He could constrain this magical creature for only a short time, but it would be long enough. The Dark Mage was old and had sustained his life through proliferate use of the foulest and darkest of magics, but even those were failing and he knew his death was imminent. That was why he had put all his power and knowledge into capturing this most rare of creatures. The power from such a beast would not only increase his power, but allow him to live for several thousand years more. Long enough to find yet another way to prolong his life in other ways. He could not die. He must not die. The thought was unthinkable. All that remained now was one final spell, but all spells had their price. The Dark Mage shivered in fear at the price he would have to pay, but it was the only way. The Qilin tested its bonds once more and the movement reminded the Dark Mage that his time was limited. He must act now or all would be lost. It was really quite a simple spell, not complicated at all he thought as he spoke the words and made the gestures. A sphere of reddish light now surrounded the Qilin which seemed to panic as if knowing what was to come. One of the chains broke, one leg came free, but it was too late for the Qilin. The sphere of hellfire closed over it and the beast screamed in agony. So did the Dark Mage. That was the price to be paid for this darkest of spells. As the Qilin's body was consumed in hellfire, every iota of its pain was also passed on to the Dark Mage who dropped to the stones and screamed in agony, and screamed and screamed, and screamed until he had no more voice left with which to scream. When it was all over, the Dark Mage staggered to hiss feet. His body and mind still hummed and throbbed with the remembered pain, but otherwise he was physically unharmed. In the center of the courtyard where the Qilin had stood,were only a few melted lengths of chain and two gleaming horns. * * The images ended and Nancy and the others found themselves sitting once more in Nancy's small apartment. After taking a few moments to recover, Dr. chow continued the story. "The Dark Mage gathered the horns to himself. One he hid deep in the earth in a location known only to himself and protected with mighty spells. In that way he kept one of the horns for use a thousand years in the future when he would have had exhausted the first. That night, alone in his chambers, the Dark Lord applied the first horn to his forehead and absorbed its power into himself." "So reinvigorated, he renewed his dark grip on the land with a dark power that none could withstand. The Dark Mage took the drained horn and sliced it into small sections. These he gave to his most trusted and favoured aides as a sign of his approval. Over the centuries, these would be passed on to children and granchildren. They would be stolen or lost, claimed by raging storms and accident until they were scattered acrosss the entire planet. The legend would grow with them. They were the sections of a unicorn horn as westerners called the Qilin. They were rumoured to bring luck to their bearer and perhaps they did." "At least until they ran into sandra," commented Nancy dryly. Dr. Chow nodded her head in agreement. "After obtaining the Qilin horns, the Dark Mage went on to rule his domain with even greater ruthlessness. There were few who dared oppose him, but among them were Red Dragon Clan, whose ancestors also originated in that area." The professor now turned to Mrs. Wong. "Perhaps you should tell the next part of this story?" "You have fought this one who dares call herself Golden Qilin," said Mrs. Wong with a snort of derision for such presumption. "She is indeed powerful, but she has only a tiny fraction of the power available to the Dark Mage as she has no knowledge of his sorcery." "I don't think I ever want to meet this Dark Mage then" put in Nancy. Mrs. Wong gave the detective an odd look and then went on. "We could not stand against such power and while the Qilin were outraged at this obscene misuse of their magic, there was nothing they could do either. The gateway between their new world and this one was sealed by the Dark Mage's magic. In desperation, the Qilin appealed to other entities of great power to intercede on their behalf. These entities heeded the appeal of the Qilin and sent their agent to attempt to deal with the foulness that was the Dark Mage." "A woman appeared in the valley of the Dark Mage's kingdom, unlike any that the people there had seen before. Her hair was blonde, her skin was white, her eyes oddly shaped and her chest was full and round," said Mrs. Wong who glanced briefly at Nancy's boobs as she said this and the detective felt a shiver of apprehension run up her spine. "The Dark Mage had no nown weaknesses ecept one. His great power was drained temporarily following sexual activity. It was only a small decrease, but a decrease nevertheless. The Dark Mage was a man of great power and great lusts. When he heard of this strange woman, he decided he must have her and sent his soldiers to bring her to his palace. The woman did not protest and indeed she said nothing at all." Mrs. Wong stopped at looked at Dr. Chow. "I believe your memory stone has another image to share?" Professor Chow nodded and once more the women joined hands and the present faded away again. * * * The woman came to his bed without force or urging. Standing there naked before him with those huge globes of tit flesh, topped with large, hard pink niples, the Dark Mage felt his cock stir and harden as it had not done in many years. Her womanhood was totally shorn of hair andglistened with moisture and he saw tantalizing glimpses of the pinkness within those nether lips. The woman did not speak, but seemed to understand his every command as she serviced him that night. She gave the Dark Mage every orifice of her body many times over and the Dark Mage had never felt such pleasure in his many long years of life. Finally, near dawn the Dark Mage lay back on his silk sheets, body covered in sweat and totally drained. It was then he looked up to see the woman straddling his body, those huge breasts dangling down to nearly brush his face and in her hands she held a knive. For the first time the woman spoke. "I have been sent to free the spirit of the Qilin that you have imprisoned for your vile use and deeds. Please give my regards to your ancestors when you arrive in hell." Having said this, the knife slashed down to cut the throat of the Dark Mage and he was no more. * * * The faces of the other four women swivelled to stare at Nancy when the visions faded for the second time. The blonde in the second vision had clearly been Nancy or her identical twin. "That couldn't have been me," protested Nancy. "I have no memory of doing such a thing!" Even as she said this, however, her own guesses and worries about her life that she couldn't remember past ten years ago returned to haunt her. "She sure looked and acted like you Detective Boobs," giggled Judy, but then the teen subsided under a glare from Mrs. Wong. "Time is not always a river that flows straight from origin to ocean," said Mrs. Wong. "Sometimes it makes turns and even loops back on itself. Maybe it was something you did and cannot remember. Maybe it is something you will yet do. When you came out of the palace of the Dark Mage, you were still naked, covered in sweat, blood and his juices. One of my ancestors approached you to give thanks, but you said nothing. You only handed him the bloody knife and walked away down the road naked and vanished. You had played the part of the whore, but you had done what no warrior could do. It was your alienness that seduced and defeated the Dark Mage. In that moment, you became Our Filthy White Whore, and we have honoured your memory ever since then." "You know that is not the most flattering title to give a person," commented Nancy. Mrs. Wong said nothing,,, but merely stared expectantly at Nancy who sighed and waved a hand in resignation. "Fine, I am properly honoured to be your Filthy White Whore. Where does this all leave us now, here in the present?" she asked. "Sandra told me that the Dark Mage had visited her in her cell," said Dr. Chow. "That is quite impossible. We thought his spirit banished forever when you killed him, but now I think we were wrong. Some of his spirit was bound to the second horn, but he lacks the strength to be anything more than a whisper in the dark. I fear, however, that someone heeded that whisper and for reasons of his or her own, freed Sandra from her cell." "What do you think she is going to do?" asked Nancy. "She took from me the exact location where the Dark Mage's palace stood," said Dr. Chow. "With that information, she will be able to find the second horn. Halfway around the world as she was, she could never hope to detect the horn, but guided that close to each other, the horn will call out to her." "And then what?" asked Nancy. "The young fool thinks she will double her power by acquiring the second horn," put in Mrs. Wong. "Instead, what will happen is that the Dark Mage's spirit will take over her body and soul. He will once more be free to resume his rule of terror. I do not think there is a power on Earth that could stand up to him. This Aberration who so recently terrorized the city could be disposed of by the snap of his fingers." "Sandra hinted she had an ally who would transport her to the location she obtained from me," said Dr. Chow. "Holy Thanos Batman," mutterd Nancy to herself. "I suppose, I had better go after Sandra and try to stop her before she gets to the second horn. I doubt this Dark Mage is going to be seduced by my er charms a second time. The problem is that she has what, a 36 hour headstart? I don't even know if I can get a visa to get into China." "There is a way for you to get to China in time to stop her," said Mrs. Wong. "I was going to say 'I'll take it'," replied Nancy, "but from the look in your eyes, it is going to be something I don't like isn't it?" "It is something only our Filthy White Whore can do," agreed Mrs. Wong. Nancy sighed. "Ok, lay it on me." Mrs Wong produced her own wooden box from her pocket. It had two items in it. The first was a knife with what was obviously dried blood on it. "This is the knife with which you killed the Dark Mage four thousand years ago. It has been kept by Red Dragon Clan ever since then and now we return it to you." "Thanks, I think," replied Nancy as she took the knife, "but how does this help get me to China?" "It doesn't," said Mrs. Wong and she took the second object from her box, "but this will." Nancy stared at what was without a doubt a strap-on dildo with a smooth realistic looking shaft of ivory and soft leather straps. It appeared old and might be thought Nancy with a mental snort, the oldest sex toy in the world. "There is another story behind this," said Mrs. Wong, "but we do not have time for it today. If this device is used by a virgin to penetrate and bring someone to a climax, it can open the gateway to another world." "Sounds like fun, but how does that help us?" asked Nancy who didn't reach out a hand to take the thing Mrs. Wong was holding so reverently as if it were some religious relic. "By opening the gateway in your shower, you can enter into another realm. In that realm, you will find a second gateway that will take you to the location in China that you need to go to. The trip will appear to be near instantaneous, regardlesss of how long it actually takes to cross to the second gate. Time operates differently in other worlds. You might spend days travelling in the other realm, but it will be only hours or minutes in our world." "What's the catch?" asked Nancy, knowing there had to be one. "The realm you must travel through is extremely dangerous," answered Mrs. Wong. "It has difficulties that can perhaps only be overcome by our Filthy White Whore." "Translation, the beings in that realm will want to try and fuck my brains out," said Nancy. Mrs. Wong nodded her head and Nancy swore there was a twinkle in the old woman's eyes. "Well, I hope there aren't any more of those memory stones in that realm," said Nancy after a moment. "You already got one free porn show of me today." At that point, something finally occurred to the detective. "Er, you said a virgin has to fuck me with that thing?" The private eye looked at the three older women who all had children and then she looked at Judy Wong who had a huge smile on her face. "My granddaughter assures me, that despite her sometimes outgoing demeanor," said Mrs. Wong into the silence, "that she is still untouched by a man." * * * In the end, all five of them trooped into the bathroom. Dr. Chow insisted that she had to watch in order to witness an important piece of her history. Katy Wong insisted that she needed to be there to provide emotional support for her daughter. Mrs. Wong was there because she was Mrs. Wong. Nancy felt more nervous taking her clothes off for this small crowd than she had stripping on stage for several hundred. It didn't help that all of them except Dr. Chow had already seen her naked. Judy didn't seem to have any problems as she slipped off her clothes and stood there naked while her mother helped fasten the strap-on to her groin. "Ah, this little protrusion here fits over your clit," said Katy calmly. "When you thrust forward, it will push against you like this," said Judy's mother and she grabbed the smooth ivory cock and pushed it towards her daughter's stomach and Judy let out a soft moan of pleasure. The now naked detective and Judy climbed into the shower while the other three women gathered around to watch. Nancy looked down at the fake cock and sihed. The thing was going to need some lube and there seemed only one way to get that, so she got on her knees and took the shaft into her mouth. "Holy fuck," cried Judy as she looked down to see the big boobed white woman bobbing her mouth up and down on her cock which was rubbing on her clit just as Katy had demonstrated. "Please watch your languagedear," admonished Katy as she slid a hand under her skirt. "Sorry mom' apologized Judy. "It just looked so hot to see Nancy's mouth swallowing my cock." "Yes it is," gasped Katy. Dr. Chow looked at Katy Wong who was standing between her and Mrs. Wong and at first looked shocked to see Katy's mother masturbating at the sight of her daughter getting head from the detective. The professor then looked back into the shower where Nancy now had the entire length of the fake cock down her throat and she gave in and slid her own hand into her pants. Katy and Judy were right, it was fucking hot. Mrs. Wong looked over at Katy and Dr. Chow and just snorted. When the dildo was soaked, Nancy stood up and turned away from Judy, leaning on the shower wall with her legs spread wide. The young girl moved up behind Nancy and rubbed the tip of her cock over the blonde's engorged pussy lips teasingly. "Stop playing around Judy," admonished Mrs. Wong. "You have a job to do, so just shove your cock in her pussy and fuck her please." "Yes Grandmother," replied Judy abashed and she grabbed Nancy's hips to steady herself and drove the strap-on cock deep into the private eye. Katy and Dr. Chow both moaned as loud as Nancy did when that happened. "Is it alright if I slap her ass?" Judy asked looking over at Mrs. Wong. The old woman seemed to consider this gravely for a moment and then nodded. Judy grinned widely and gave Nancy's ass a resounding slap that echoed in the smalll room. "Shouldn't I have gotten a say on that?" complained Nancy as Judy began to move her hips and thrust her cock in and out of the blonde. "No," replied Mrs. Wong. "It is the client who determines what to do with the Filthy White Whore. It is tradition." "Ah, would it be permissible for me to give her ass a slap as well?" asked Katy hopefully to her mother-in-law. "And me as well?" asked an entranced Dr. Chow. Mrs. Wong again seemed to consider this for a moment and then nodded her head in assent. "Hey wait a minute," gasped Nancy as Judy's thrusting got faster and harder, squishing her soft round boobs into the shower wall. It was too late, however as the detective felt two more stinging slaps on her ass cheeks. "I have never experienced anything so, so historically interesting," managed Professor Chow at last. "Ive never felt anything so good in my life," gasped Judy as she grabbed a handful of Nancy's blonde hair and used it to help pull Nancy back deeper onto her cock "Do not lose your focus child," admonished Mrs. Wong again. "Remember your goal is to make our Filthy White Whore cum." "I, I promise to do my best," moaned Judy and her young hips moved even faster now, slamming the cock in and out of the blonde detective. "I don't know about Nancy, but I am going to cum," gasped Katy. "Oh fuck, me too," gasped Dr. Chow. "Cum for us Nancy, demanded Judy smacking the private eye's ass one more time. "Cum for me you Filthy White Whore!" Nancy was now only dimly aware of the moans coming from Judy, Katy and Mei-Ling as she reached that much desired orgasm herself. The shower wall in front of her began to turn transparent and suddenly the detective smelled marshmellows. Damn, she had thought Dr. Weird had been joking. Then Mrs. Wong handed her the knife and Nancy stepped through the gateway, leaving the others behind her and wondering if they had achieved their climaxes as well. The End "