Delta City PI #31 By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Delta City, Ms. Americana and the other heroines of the She Legion 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, but please keep their characters in line with what is shown in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com The passage through the gateway was not instantaneous as Nancy had expected, which gave her time for several thoughts. First, she felt rather annoyed at having to go on the mission naked. Mrs. Wong said her clothes couldn't survive the trip, so all she had was the knive which was apparently ok since it had once been soaked in the blood of a sorcerer and in fact still had some of his blood on it. Apparently London Fog hadn't existed four thousand years ago, so taking her trenchcoat was out of the question. Second, Nancy wondered just how in the hell she was going to stop Sandra aka Golden Qilin. Sandra was both faster and stronger than she was and she didn't have any neat witchy tricks to soften her up with. Nancy remembered getting her pussy raped the first time she tangled with Sandra and had only gotten away when the sex had drained Sandra's energy reserves. Nancy doubted Sandra would let that happen a second time and if the Dark Mage was really advising Sandra then they would definitely be on guard against such a tactic. Third, Nancy wondered why the gateway smelled like marshmellows. Nancy sensed the jurney was almost over and she let go her thoughts about fluffy campfire treats as she prepared herself for entering another hellish dimension. After her trips to the demon's homeworld, she was not expecting anything pleasant. A few seconds later, she landed on her ass on lush green grass and sat there looking around her in considerable surprise. She appeared to be in some idyllic country landscape. The grass was rich and green with the odd flower here and there with what looked like butterflys and honeybees hovering around them. The sky was a perfect blue with a few wispy white clouds and a bright yellow sun warming everything under its gaze. Just off to Nancy's right was a perfectly maintained gravel road that seemed to extend to the horizon in both directions. There was no one or no thing in sight, but Nancy felt a little silly as she stood up naked and clutching her knive in her right hand. After spending the last year or so in the steel and concrete jungle of Delta City, Nancy felt like some kind of barbarian warrior as she looked around this "hell". It seemed more suited for someone like Red Sonja, she thought as she made her way over to the road. At least Sonja would have been wearing boots thought the blonde detective who decided after a few seconds that walking on the grass by the side of the road was a lot more comfortable on her bare feet. [Author's Note: As I started to write this chapter, it did actually seem better suited for my Red Sonja inHells story, but since I had already started the plot in motion, Nancy was stuck with the mission!] The detective followed the road for several miles as it rolled up and down over the countryside. The only odd thing the detective saw was the odd patch of white on the green grass. Investigating one of them, the detective found they were made of a thick, slimy liquid which would have suggested something quite nasty except for the huge quantities of a gallon or more and the fact the stuff smelled like marshmellows. Curiouser and curiouser, reflected Nancy who was careful not to touch the stuff. After walking for about an hour Nancy came in sight of a stream that approached on her left and then bent in a arc to run away from the road again. In that bend of the stream was a small copse of trees. "Hello pretty lady," said a light, happy voice and it took Nancy a few seconds to locate the source of the greeting. A slim, rather boyish looking man lay with his back propped against one of the trees with what appeared to be a fishing rod in one hand and indeed a line ran from it and disappeared into the water. The man had bright orange hair, vivid blue eyes and slightly pointed ears. He was dressed all in shades of green which made him blend in with the landscape and accounted for Nancy not having noticed him until he spoke. "Why don't you come and sit with me pretty lady?" called the man. Nancy hesitated. Mrs. Wong had assured her this was a very dangerous dimension, but the man looked relatively harmless and she needed directions to the other gateway. The blonde knew that appearances could be deceiving, however, so she remindedherself to be on guard as she made her way towards the fishing man. "I see you are fishing," said Nancy as she stopped a few feet away from the man. "Well, my Gnarl is fishing," replied the man as he looked towards the stream and back to Nancy. "I like your tits," he added and stared pointedly at Nancy's exposed breasts. Well, that was a little more like what she had expected thought Nancy as she sat down with her back against another of the trees about six feet from the man. That distance should give her plenty of time to react if he decided to attack her, but the man just sat there admiring her boobs quite openly. "My name is Wrack," he said finally and he planted the end of his fishing rod into the ground, so now both his hands were free. "I am an elf." Nancy glanced briefly at the rod which now that she got a closer look at it, seemed rather high tech for catching fish with a number of buttons and controls on the handle. "My name is Nancy," she told Wrack as she met his eyes and refrained from telling him that her eyes were somewhat north of where he was staring. "I am pleased to meet you Nancy," said Wrack with a bright smile. "Do you mind if I jerk off while I look at you?" Nancy blinked in surprise as the contents of the question seemed to clash with the elf's smile and cheery disposition. In any event, Wrack didn't wait for the blonde to answer, but reached into his pants and produced a rather sizable cock for his small stature. As an astonished Nancy watched, the man's hands began to slide up and down his shaft and it grew harder and much larger. Nancy decided that sitting down to visit with this strange creature had been a mistake and she began to stand up to leave. "Oh please do stay pretty lady," moaned Wrack as he continued to stroke his cock which was unerringly pointing right at Nancy. "I imagine you are like all the others who have come here and are looking for the gateway out?" Nancy nodded and paused in the motion of getting up. "Yes, I am just travelling through your land looking for the gateway. Can you tell me how to find it?" "Of course," said Wrack and all the time, he kept stroking his cock which seemed to have finally reached a rather unlikely size. "I can give you directions to the gateway if you sit down and let me jerk off looking at your boobs." Mrs. Wong had said time would run slower in here than in her world, so Nancy would be able to make up time on Sandra, but she still didn't want to spend too long wandering around looking for the gate. So, while Wrack's request was rather on the creepy side it might be worth honouring it to save some time. It wasn't like he had asked her to suck on that monster in his hands or to try to squeeze it into her pussy. "Allright," she finally agreed and sat back down. "Go ahead and jerk that cock and in exchange you will give me directions to the gate?" she asked in clarification. "Yes pretty lady," agreed Wrack and he began to moan louder as his hands slid up and down his large member with is eyes fixed intently on Nancys slightly swaying jugs. "You do have one of the nicest set of boobs I have seen in a long time," said Wrack conversationally as a clear precum spewed out of his cock and provided plenty of lube for his stroking. "Er, thanks," said Nancy who watched in a sort of horrified fascination as Wrack continued to masturbate as if he was doing nothing more unusual than talking about the weather. "Oh my, I am getting very close," said Wrack and his slim hands were now a blur on his shaft and the slit in the tip winked open and closed with each stroke. "That's nice," replied Nancy who couldn't bring herself to look away from this odd sight. Then Wrack gave a loud cry and a gusher of cum flew out of his cock under such high pressure that the warm, thick liquid splattered squarely between Nancy's breasts, a good six feet away. There were two results from this. First, Nancy once more smelled marshmellows, much more intensely than ever before and second, the detective found herself frozen in place. Wrack smiled and continued to jerk his cock, sending several more sizable blasts to splatter over Nancy's face and breasts without moving from where he was sitting. "Ah, that feels much better," said Wrack as the cum finally stopped jetting from his cock and he sat there smiling at Nancy. "I don't seem to be able to move," said Nancy trying to remain calm. "I assume you knew that would happen?" "Of course," replied Wrack. "I wanted you to stay around and play with me." "That wasn't the deal we had," pointed out Nancy without much hope that this arguement would sway the man, but still felt compelled to try. "No it wasn't" agreed Wrack cheerfully and then paused and cocked a hand to his ear as if listening. Nancy didn't seem to be able to do anything but talk, so she couldn't turn her head, but she was sure she heard someone else approaching. It was hard to be sure, but Nancy thought there might be two people coming as there was a heavy set of footfalls mixed with a lighter more delicate set. A few seconds later, two people did appear in Nancy's limited range of vision. One was a slim young woman, so similar in appearance to Wrack that the private eye was sure they must be related. As Wrack was impossibly endowed in cock size, the woman had an incredibly large bust that any self respecting super heroine of Delta City would have been glad to have. The womanshared Wrack's bright orange hair, but hers was long and fell in a cascade over her back all the way down to her ass. The second person was humanoid, but that was about all you could say for his rlationship to humans thought Nancy. The best she might manage in way of description was if you took the Hulk, made him purple and covered him in fur and gave him bright, glowing red eyes then you would be close. The other odd thing about the creature was that he seemed to be attached by a string that ran from his head to a duplicate of the fishing rod Wrack had been using which was held by the orange haired woman. The end of the string attached to the creature, appeared to be connected to a large screw that was set on the top of it's head. "Ah,pretty lady, let me introduce you to mysister Rune," said Wrack with another bright smile. "Oh, you do seem to have caught a pretty little slut this time brother dear," exclaimed Rune who let her very lusty gaze sweep over the naked , paralyzed blonde. Suddenly, there was a noise from the direction of the stream and a moment later, another creature, identical to the hairy purple one that had arrived with the girl stood there dripping wet. It had two large fishlike things in its hands which it dropped on the ground and then it joined the others in staring down at Nancy. The two purple things wore only a ragged loincloth and Nancy noticed with some unease that these were beginning to tent outwards. "This is my Gnarl," said Wrack who had once more taken up his "fishing rod" which was attached in a similar manner to his Gnarl as Rune's was. Rune stepped forward and without any apparent shame, grabbed the cock of each Gnarl in her hands through their loinclothes and gave them a squeeze. "Ooo, I do so want to see our Gnarls fuck this whore." "That was the plan sister," agreed Wrack as both he and his sister sat down next to each other, holding their control rods. His next words were instructions to his Gnarl. "Do her doggie style." "Fuckher face," added Rune to her own Gnarl. The two huge creatures seemed to hesitate and both Wrack and Rune tuched a button on the handle of their rods and the Gnarls twitched as if shocked then shuffled forward towards Nancy. One of them grabbed the blonde and positioned her on her hands and knees, posing her like a child might a doll. While Nancy couldn't move, the Gnarls had no trouble moving her limbs into the position they had been ordered to use. The Gnarls removed their loinclothes to reveal large, but not obscenely large purple cocks. They were nowhere near as big as Wrack and he seemed content to watch for the moment which was a relief to Nancy. Wrack's Gnarl positioned himself behind Nancy and then she felt his large, hot cock rub over her pussy lips and grind into her clit which brought a moan from her lips despite her best efforts to hold it back. Damn, she suspected Wrack's cum also contained an aphrodisiac as well as a paralyzing agent. The blonde detective didnt have much time to worry about that, however, as she felt her pussy lips being spread apart as the gnarl pushed his purple member between them and began to penetrate her. The large creature grabbed her hips and held her in place as it thrust forward and quickly buried its cock to the hilt in Nancy's cunt. As Nancy knelt there trying to get used to the stuffed full feeling once more, Rune's Gnarl began to rub its dribbling cock over her face, leaving a trail of slimy precum. It traced the head over the private eye's lips and when Nancy's mouth gaped open, seemingly of its own accord, the thick penis pushed between her lips and deep into her mouth. Slowly, but steadily, the Gnarl continued to push its cock deeper and deeper into Nancy's mouth until finally a pair of big hairy purple balls smacked into her chin. "Oh my, what a delightful sight," laughed Rune who had undone her top to let her own massive breasts tumble out so she could play with the nipples as she watched the two Gnarls fucking the human. "Very entertaining," agreed Wrack as he was once more stroking his cock. Then turning to his sister, he indicated his cock. "Do you mind?" he asked. "Not at all, said Rune with a smile and she lowered her mouth onto her brother's cock and began to suck on it while they both watched the Gnarls begin to pound their cocks in and out of Nancy, harder and faster. The Gnarl who was doing Nancy from behind, reached down and grabbed one of her dangling breasts in each hand and began to knead and squeeze them with its large body draped over the blonde's back. His mouth was right next to Nancy's ear and in the middle of being fucked by it, Nancy was startled to hear it whispering to her. "Don't trust them," said the Gnarl and its eyes flickered towards Wrack and Rune where the latter was bobbing her mouth up and down on her brother's cock with unabashed enthusiasm. With her mouth stuffed full of the other Gnarl's cock, Nancy couldn't ask any questions, but the creature seemed to understand and anticipate her questions. "They won't let yu leavehere alive, no matter what they might promise. They never keep their word. If you can get free, follow the road to the crosroads and take the righthand fork. About ten miles down the road is an inn with a castle overlooking it on a hill. That is all I know, but someone there should be able to give you more directions if you can find someone you trust. My brother and I are sorry to be doing this to you, but as long as the elves control those rods, we cannot even think about disobeying them. They consider us to be stupid brutes, so it never occurred to them to forbid us to talk and tell you this, but otherwise, we can do nothing to oppose them." All the time the creature was whispering to Nancy, he and his brother continued to pound their large purple pricks into Nancy''s mouth and pussy. The detective felt that she owed the Gnarls something for their help and so she went to work with her lips and tongue on the cock in her mouth and squeezed her pussy tight about the cock inside her. The end result was two warm loads of Gnarl cum being pumped into her. Nancy gobbled down as much of the goo as she could with just a few stray drops dribbling from her mouth which she noticed tasted like normal cum and didn't have a hint of marshmellow about it. Her pussy was filled to overflowing and slowly began to dribble out when the Gnarl pulled its cock out of her. Nancy glanced over at Wrack and Rune where he had just started to unload his cum into her mouth and the smell of marshmellows filled the air again. It took Nancy a few seconds to realize the import of this, that the paralyzer was wearing off. Perhaps her Aphrodite healing factor was more effective at fighting it than the elves realized. Nancy looked around and saw where her knife had fallen when the Gnarls had lifted her into position. The blonde made a lunge for it just as Wrack and Rune became aware of her movement and she pulled her mouth from his still spurting member. "You aren't going anywhere pretty lady," laughed Wrack. "You are no match for us. You will stay and serve us for as long as you last. all the pretty ladies wear out too soon. Maybe we are too rough with our toys?" Nancy didn't respond, but brought her knife around quicklybefore the elf could try and paralyze her again. She didn't attempt to attack the pair, but instead slice through the metal string connecting the rods to the Gnarls and hoped she had guessed correctly. She saw that she had when the elf's eyes went wide in shock and horror as he found himself holding a useless control rod. Nancy had to give Wrack and Rune credit for reacting quickly as they sprang to their feet and began to dash off through the trees. The Gnarls were no slouch in reacting either as they set off after the fleeing elves with murder in their eyes. The one Gnarl who had been talking to Nancy paused only long enough to shout back over his shoulder. "Many thanks human. Remember the right hand road," and then all four of them were gone. * * * "Nice to see you ladies are finally awake," said the smarmy voice. Green Spectre gave a small moan and sat up. Whatever she had been lying on rolled and sloshed under her and the heroine looked around for the reason as it made her stomach feel a little on the queasy side. She appeared to be on a huge waterbed. My god, who had used a waterbed in the last twenty years she wondered. The other result of her investigations was that she discovered Spectre Girl lying beside her on the bed. They both still had their costumes on which was a nice change, but then Green Spectre recalled the voice from a few seconds ago and frowned as she tried to place the speaker. "What happened to us?" asked Spectre Girl who now also sat up and did a similar double take as her mentor had done when the bed sloshed under her nubile teen body. "I don't know," admitted Green Spectre. "The last thing I remember was climbing through the window of that warehouse on the docks where we had gotten a tip about a drug shipment coming in and then I woke up here." "Which is where?" asked Spectre Girl plaintively. "And what the hell is this thing we are lying on." "A water bed," answered Green Spectre. "It's called a water bed. They went out of fashion before you were born. Only a total dork would have one now." "Hey, I resent that," said the voice. this time Green Spectre realized it had come from a concealed speaker. and between having heard the voice for the second time, paired with her "dork" comment helped identify it for her. "Is that you Captain Chloro?" she demanded. "You had better let us go right now or I will kick your scrawny ass all around the city." "Then I will take over for a second circuit," added Spectre Girl. "Oh yeah, I am real scared," said Captain Chloro. "You two sweeties aren't going anywhare until this is done." "What's this all about you moron? grated Green Spectre as she looked more closely around the room. It was a small room with no visible doors and just barely enough room in it for the huge waterbed. On the wall nearest the foot of the bed was a large flat screen which suddenly came alive with Captain Chloro's stupid face on it grinning at them. "It's all about me winning the contest of course," smirked Captain Chloro. Green Spectre almost asked 'what contest?", but then remembered the warning phone call she had gotten from Ms. Americana or rather the call from Brenda Wade to her own alter ego of Axanna Morgan. That blonde private eye had apparently come to see Brenda and warn her about some idiotic super heroine sex video contest. No surprise, Azure Angel had been the first victim of it as the ditz was always getting captured and raped. Green Spectre had of course felt it was her duty to watch the entire sick video of Panthress fucking the young Asian's brains out which had then required her to soothe away some of her tension with the green dildo she kept in her underwear drawer. She had, of course, been confident that something like that could not happen to an experienced heroine such as herself. "Well, you better keep your puny little dick in your pants," warned Green Spectre. "You pull it out near me and I will rip it out by the roots and feed it to you!" "That's telling him Green Spectre," agreed a nervous looking Spectre Girl. Oh relax ladies," sneered the villain. "As much as i would love to dip my dick in your cunts, I was planning to enter the lesbian catagory of the contest." "Lesbian?" echoed Green Spectre and shot her equally startled sidekick and daughter a momentarily panicked look. "Yeah, everyone likes to see a couple of hot women going at it with each other," affirmed Captain chloro. "So, why don't you two just start making out and be sure to do a lot of moaning. Moaning is always a turn on for me." "There is no damn way I am going to have sex with my,my ... sidekick," yelled an indignant Green Spectre. The heroine had been so rattled by the suggestion, that she had almost slipped and referred to Spectre Girl as her daughter. That was a slip she simply couldn't afford to make. "Well, if you won't be reasonable about things," said Captain Chloro, "then I suppose I will just have to insist." A few seconds later, there was the soft hiss of gas flooding into the room. "What the hell is that stuff?" screamed Green Spectre as she felt her panic growing. "Just a little aphrodisiac to make you play nice with each other, snickered Captain Chloro. "Alittle variant of Bliss that I cooked up." "No! Stop!" yelled Green Spectre. "You don't know what you are doing!. I can't have sex with my sidekick. It, it would be so wrong!" "Oh?" asked Captain Chloro with increased interest as he sensed there was something else going on here he didn't understand, but whatever it was had freaked Green Spectre out and piqued his interest. "Why would that be?" Green Spectre remained silent. She couldn't admit her family rlationship to Spectre Girl without endangering her secret identity. "None of your damn business," she finally snarled. "It is just against the sacred traditions of heroines and sidekicks," she added a bit lamely. "Oh, I don't know," laughed Captain Chloro. "I have seen videos of Ms. Americana getting it on with Flag Girl and Got Gal going at it with Got Chick. They all seemed to be having a great time. Now, just relax, breathe in the nice gas and then get down with your sexy sidekick. I bet you have secretly been wanting to fuck her ever since you two got together. Hell, I bet the two of you go at it like bunnies after one of your patrols." "That is just so sick and wrong," wailed Spectre Girl who was looking at her mentor and mother with terror in her eyes. "I will even give you some video stimulation to help get things started," snickered Captain Chloro and his face was replaced on the large screen by a pair of naked women having sex with each other. The two heroines stared at the sudden appearance of the porn scene where a pair of large breasted blondes were kissing passionately as they ground their exposed breasts into each other. "Oh damn," muttered Green Spectre as she felt her pussy tingle at the sight of the two women making out. She wanted to close her eyes and turn away, but instead she continued to stare at the screen, dimly aware her daughter was likewise transfixed by the scene she was watching. It's the damn drug, Green Spectre tried to tell herself as her pussy got wet and her breathing more shallow. "Green Spectre, what are we going to do?" wailed Spectre Girl as she too tried to tear her gaze away from the two women kissing on the screen, but couldn't. "I, I don't know," whisper Green Spectre and then abruptly realized that one of her hands had slipped into her bottoms to touch her pussy, her oh so wet and dripping pussy. "We, we have to fight this," gasped Spectre Girl who also likewise suddenly realized one of her hands had strayed into her bottoms and was rubbing her clit. "Yes, we must fight it," agreed Green Spectre as the two women on the screen fell onto a bed still kissing each other while hands roamed over naked flesh. Green Spectre turned to look at her daughter and their eyes met, both pairs glazing over with lust thanks to the drugs and the porn. They stared into each other's eyes for several long seconds then they both reached for the other at the same instant, wrapped their arms around the other and their lips met in a torrid kiss. Heroine and sidekick kissed for several long minutes, their tongues exploring each other's mouth as their lust and desire continued to increase. Panting, they broke the kiss and began to strip off their costumes until only their masks remained. They collapsed back onto the bed, pressing their breasts and pussies into each other as they resume kissing. "Now that's more like it," commented Captain Chloro as he pulled his cock out and began to jerk off to the sight of the two blondes making love. Damn, they looked so much alike, he thought dully as he stroked his cock that they could almost be mother and daughter. That speculation was forgotten a few minutes later when the two heroines moved into a 69 and began to eat each other out. That was when the villain came for the first time, splattering his white sticky cum across the monitor he was watching them on. * * * Nancy turned right at the crossroads as the Gnarl had instructed her as the detective's instincts told her the creature was to be trusted despite its monstrous appearance. Certainly, good looks were no indication of trustworthyness as Wrack and Rune had amply demonstrated. Another couple of hours walking brought Nancy to the crest of a small hill overlooking a town while a mile or so to her right was a much larger hill with a large stone castle on it. Nancy looked down at her still naked body and sighed. There didn't seem to be anything for it, but to venture into the town in her current state of undress and hope they didn't just toss her in the local jail for public lewdness. The townspeople did stop to stare and rather openly ogle the naked blonde as she walked down the street. When they weren't doing that, however, they were casting scared glances at the nearby castle looming over the town. It was not a large town with only a pair of streets that intersected in the center of town. Most of the public buildings such as the town hall and general store were located at the intersection as was the town's lone inn. With her only possession being the knife she stil clutched in her hand, Nancy wasn't sure how she could pay for a meal and lodging, but maybe they would let her work her meal off by sweeping the floor. Maybe, they could even spare her some clothes to complete her jurney. The sign outside the inn seemed decidedly odd to the private eye as she looked up at it. It depicted a rather stretched out picture of a pig, with the name of the inn just below it. "The Elongated Pig proclaimed the sign and for reasons she didn't understand, the sign sent a shiver of anxiety through the detective. There was a large bearded man standing behind the bar polishing the wooden surface with a rag when Nancy stepped inside. He paused to gape at Nancy and then smile broadly as he took in her large round breasts and the rest of her naked body. Nancy was almost certain she heard his pants begin to tent behind the obstruction of the bar. "Why hello there ma'am. My name is Hugo and this is my inn. is there anything I can do for you?" asked the man. Before answering, Nancy let her gaze roam over the rest of the large room. There were a couple of dozen sturdy looking wood tables with benches instead of chairs. A few of these were occupied by about an equal mixture of men and women, all of whom seemed to be ogling her. Well, that was not comfortable, but hardly surprizing when a naked person walks into a bar thought Nancy and it isn't even a setup line for a bad joke. Against the wall farthest from the bar was a large fireplace with a somewhat mangy looking dog chained up next to it. "Er, I don't have any money," said Nancy turning back to the barman and stating the obvious considering her lack of clothes, "but I was hoping to be able to get a meal and lodging for the night. I can scrub floors or wash dishes or whatever," she added and was prepared not to be shocked at what might be required of her. She was tired and hungry and her back was starting to throb from her still healing flesh being exposed to the hot sun all day. "Oh, I am sure we can work something out," said the barman with a wink and gestured towards the tables. "Have a seat and I will rustle up some food." Nancy thought about asking him to rustle up some clothes, but decided against it and simply walked to the table nearest the fire and sat down on the wooden bench, hping she wouldn't get a splinter in her ass. Whatever, yu do, don't eat the meat," said a voice. Nancy did her best to not let her startlement show when she heard the voice. It had been pitched so low that she was sure that she was the only one who could hear it, but who exactly had spoken? She had picked the far table to be well away from the others in the room and only the dog was anywhere near her. The detective glanced at the dog and it winked at her. Dogs didn't wink, she thought, but then on closer examination, the blonde decided this dog looked more like a wolf. She had only assumed it to be a dog by the fact that it was inside the tavern and not howling on the hilltop outside. After a few minutes, a woman came out of the swinging doors next to the bar and brought a plate of food and a flagon of some kind of beer to Nancy. The woman was middle aged and probably the barman's wife thought Nancy, but that didn't stop the woman from staring at Nancy's breasts and accidently brushing her fingers against one nipple as she put the plate on the table in front of the blonde. "Thank you," said Nancy with a smile and ignored the fairly blatent touch. The woman didn't say anything, but just smirked at Nancy and then bustled off. Nancy regarded the food. There was a large slab of meat which she hesitated over after the warning. Trying to be as discreet as a large breasted naked woman could be in a public room, the private eye sniffed at the meat. There was a faint smell of marshmellows. That was enough for her and Nancy pushed the meat to the back of the plate and ignored it while eating the potato and vegetables. At one point, the blonde looked up to see the barman and the others all staring at her with what looked like disappointment as they watched her eat. "Good move toots," said the same low voice that only Nancy could hear. Nancy did her best to ignore the voice and the stares of the others in the room as she picked up the beer stein and drank. She supposed the beer could be drugged, but the voice hadn't warned her about it and her healing factor was pretty efficient about handling drugs. "This stuff tastes like your piss," said Nancy in a whisper as she glanced at the wolf who pretended he hadn't heard her, assuming he had ever been the source of the voice in the first place. "You didn't eat your meat dearie," said the woman when she came to pick up Nancy's plate and once more managed to work in a grope of the blonde's breasts in doing so. "Sorry," said Nancy sweetly. "I was out in the hot sun all day and I was afraid of what effect the meat might have on my stomach." The woman gave a snort and took the plate away. A little while later, a girl who looked to be in her late teens came over to Nancy, announced her name was Freda and said that they had a room ready for her if she would care to follow her. Like the barman and the others, the girl made no attempt to hide her open ogling of Nancy's breasts. Nancy followed the girl to a set of steps that had been hidden by a curtain against one wall and was shown to a surprisingly nice room. It had alarge comfortable looking bed and a good fire going which was nice as it had turned cool once the sun went down and afterall, she was still naked. "Er, I don't suppose there is some clothing that I could borrow?" asked Nancy to the girl as she was once more reminded of her nakedness. "Oh, we all like you the way you are," smiled Freda as she went to adjust a log in the fire. With her body blocking Nancy's view, the girl tossed a white powder onto the flames. For a moment, Nancy thought she smelled burning marshmellows and looked around, but saw nothing. "Please call me if you need anything," said the girl indicating the pull bell near the bed. "Anything at all," she added with a lick of her lips that was about as subtle as a sledgehammr. From outside came the howl of a wolf and Freda shivered. "Whatever you do, don't open the window," she said and shivered again. "Why? What is the danger?" asked Nancy. "The things in the castle," replied the girl. "It is worth your life if you open the window and one of them gets in!" Nancy nodded her head as if in understanding, even if she didn't. Once Freda was gone, the blonde detective slipped under the warm covers of the bed and was soon asleep. Before nodding off, however, she resolved to be up before dawn and well away from this tavern and this town. It might seem ungrateful, but she also thought it was the smart thing to do. * * * When Nancy woke up, she wasn't in her bed or even in her room. Opening her eyes, the detective saw she was lying on the same table that she had eaten supper at. She was still naked and somewhat irrationally wished that her abductors had gone against the usual narrative and dressed her for a change. It wasn't hard to, or even necessary to guess who had abducted her as the barman, his wife, Freda and the rest of the people from supper were all gathered around the table. They were all naked. Now there is a shocker, thought Nancy. The private eye briefly pondered how she had ended up here. She was sure the food and beer hadn't been drugged and she hadn't touched the meat. Nancy remembered then the smell of marshmellows when the girl had tended the fire and decided some type of knockout substance had been added to the fire. Whatever it had been, it seemed to act in much the same way as Wrack's cum had as Nancy found she couldn't move. Hopefully it would wear off soon and when she caught a glimpse of a few other things out of the corner of her eyes, she hoped soon would indeed be soon enough. On the table next to her, Nancy could see an array of knives, cleavers and saws. The latter looked like something yu might find in a butchers shop or an operating room. You know, the type used for slicing through bones. Over the fire, Nancy could see a large iron pot was hung and steaming like a hungry beast. "The meat must always be properly marinated," said the barman's wife as she and Freda both had a stein of the beer in their hands which they emptied over Nancy's chest. Putting down the empty mugs, the two women promptly applied their mouths to Nancy's breasts, licking the beer from them and sucking on her nipples until the blonde had a soft moan of pleasure forced from her lips. "You are most correct Marda, my dear wife," said Hugo. "Marinated inside and out," added the barman and before Nancy could blink, he had positioned himself between her legs and shoved his cock into her pussy. As the barman began to thrust in and out of Nancy, Freda left Nancy's breasts to Marda and got onto the table to position her pussy over the blonde's face. Nancy smelled marshmellows strongly as the girls wet cunt was pressed into her mouth. "Lick my pussy pretty lady," said Freda. The use of the same phrase as the elves was not lost on Nancy. These people didn't have pointed ears and the other characteristics of Wrack and Rune, but they clearly shared a common behaviour towards strangers. Trying to buy time, Nancy stuck out her tongue and started to lick at the girl's pussy. The detective was careful to do it as clumsily and badly as she could this time as the last thing she wanted was a mouthful of this girl's juices if what she suspected about them was true. The problem was though that the man banging her pussy was huffing and puffing and wouldn't be long in delivering a load inside her. "Oh my, even wolfie wants to watch her get fucked, said the barman's wife with a snicker. "Maybe he wants to mount the bitch too!" Nancy found that she could now move her head slightly and carefully she turned it just enough to see the wolf standing just next to the table staring at her intently. "We should let him then," complained Freda as she continued riding Nancy's face. "She doesn't eat pussy very well at all!" "It doesn't matter daughter," panted the barman. "Once we are done with her, she will make a tasty treat. Look at all that breast meat!" "Oh yes, there is that, conceded the girl and leaned forward to roughly grab one of Nancy's boobs in each hand and squeeze them. "They do look tasty." Well this doesn't look good for our heroine, thought Nancy, feeling like she was in one of those oldtime radio serials that liked cliffhanger endings to make sure you tuned in the next week. She could move her one hand a bit now, but that wasn't very useful and Puffy down there was about to deposit his spunk in her and she rather suspected it would be full of more paralyzing drugs. With most of her vision still obscured by the girl's pussy, Nancy could still see the wolf edging as close to her and the table as it could. Well, maybe he did just like to watch the action thought Nancy or maybe he has another reason for getting close to me. Nancy put all her willpower into moving just that one hand and stretched it out to brush her fingertips over the iron collar around the wolf's neck. The collar dropped to the floor and the wolf growled. The room promptly broke out into pandemonium with people screaming and running. The barman pulled out of Nancy in a hurry and joined in the running and screaming as did the girl and her mother. In moments, the room was empty except for Nancy and she could hear the sounds of screaming and doors slamming all over the inn. The paralyzer had just worn off enough to allow Nancy to sit up and look around when the wolf returned to the room. The blonde half fell off the table as she stumbled towards the table with the nasty cutting implements as she had spotted her own knife lying there as well. "It's ok toots," said the wolf. "They were the ones planning to cook and eat you." "Oh?," asked Nancy. Perhaps you just like your meat raw?" "Perhaps," agreed the wolf, "but eating someone with a body like yours would be a waste. There are a lot more fun things we could do together." The wolf stopped and gave her another unmistakable wink. "You are turning into a stereotype," commented Nancy dryly as she found her legs steadier under her and she gathered up her knife, though not out of fear of the wolf. "You catch any of those bastards?" she asked nodding towards the rest of the inn. "Oh, I didn't kill any of them" laughed the wolf. "I got in a few nips here and there, but nothing fatal. Trust me, they don't taste very good. Now, however, it would be a good idea for us to get out of here before they can get organized into the flaming torch and pitchfork brigade." "I take it you are from the castle on the hill?" asked Nancy as she stepped out of the inn and glancing again at the sign suddenly got the very bad joke. "You got it toots," agreed the wolf as he led the detective out of the town towards the castle on the hill. "My people try to keep these assholes in check, but they can be tricky bastards at times. They caught me in a pit and were holding me as a hostage to try and keep us off their back. Normally, we would have warned any travellers like you, but my people had to keeep away with me held prisoner." "Just who are your people?" asked Nancy. The wolf didn't answer immediately and then when Nancy looked at him again, there was a large hairy, naked man now walking beside her. "Werewolves," grinned the man as they stopped partway up the hill. "My name is Victor by the way." "Nancy," said the blonde extending her hand to shake his large hairy not quite paw. "Thanks for your help. I am just passing through your world headed for the gate out. I don't suppose you can give me directions?" "Oh I can for a price," smiled Victor widely. Nancy sighed. "let me guess, you like doing it doggie style?" she asked. "Of course," replied Victor and then he gave Nancy another smile. "I was just kidding about the price bit. I just sometimes have this urge to act menacing and live up to the stereotype. Circle around the village and get back on the road. Keep going to the next crossroads and this time take the left fork. After a few miles, you will come to the old riverbed with a bridge over it. We had an earthquake a lot of years ago that shifted the river and they built a new bridge further on. I have never been there, but I was told the gate you want is in the middle of the old bridge, though I don't know how to activate it." "Thanks again," and Nancy started to turn away and stopped. She gave Victor a smile of her own. "I like it doggie style too," she told him and got down on her hands and knees on the path. Victor looked a little dumfounded for a few seconds and then gave a wolfish grin and got behind Nancy. He ran his hand over her ass as he took his hardening cock in his other hand. "You sure about this?" he asked even as he rubbed his cockhead over the blonde's pussy lips. "I think it is only fair to thank you," said Nancy looking over her shoulder at Victor. "This won't get you in trouble with Mrs. Victor will it?" "Well, my girlfriend Marsha might be a little pissed," admitted Victor as he started to push his cock between Nancy's pussy lips. "Mainly because she wasn't here to join in though. She will be happy enough to see me home safe though that she probably won't take more than a bite or two out of my hide." "Sounds like a sensible girl," commented Nancy. "A real top notch bitch," agreed Victor as he slowly kept pushing his cock into Nancy until he had his entire length buried inside her and a large hairy pair of balls banged on Nancy's ass. "Mmm, I have to admit Nancy that this feels mighty fine," said Victor. "Don't tell Marsha if you ever meet her, but I could get used to human pussy." "I promise not to tell her," gasped Nancy as she knelt there enjoying the feel of her cunt being stuffed full. Maybe it was still lingering effects of the aphrodisiac, but the cock inside her felt quite nice and the blonde began to push her hips back towards Victor as he began to thrust in and out of her. Victor gave Nancys ass a slap with his large hairy hand and then bent down to whisper in her ear. "Do you mind if I try something?" he asked. "Like what?" moaned Nancy as she squeezed his cock tighter with her pussy. "Let's just say, real doggie style," moaned Victor. Nancy's eyes went a bit wide at this suggestion, but then she shrugged and gave Victor a smile over her shoulder. "Why not?" she asked. Victor gave her a huge grin. "I was hoping you would say that toots," he said. As Nancy continued to watch, Victor's body shifted and changed until once more he was in his full wolf form with his cock still buried inside her pussy. "Well, you can't slap my ass in that form," said Nancy dryly, "so I better do it for you then." The blonde reached beheind her and gave her ass a good whack. "Now be a good boy and fuck Nancy good." Victor gave a howl and then with his front paws locked around Nancy's waist, he began to slam his cock into Nancy with an animal like intensity. Kneeling there on the dirt path, Nancy's jugs bounced and swayed back and forth while the sound of her moans and Victor's howls echoed around them. Victors cock drove in and out of Nancy with his balls making a slapping sound and his fur tickled her ass. Finally with a last loud howl of estacy, Victor emptied his balls into the blonde in a hot rich load. As Nancy felt Victor shooting into her, she let her own orgasm sweep her away and she gave her own howl of pleasure that rather startled Victor. They stayed that way for several minutes with Victors member buried deep in Nancys pussy before Victor pulled out and stood there panting on four feet. Before a startled Victor could react, Nancy turned around and took his dribbling cock into her mouth and cleaned it with her lips and tongue. There was a brief shimmering then and now it was the human form of Victor once more crouched there with his cock in the detective's mouth. Nancy stopped her cleaning and stood up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Victor's cum had tasted normal or well at least not like marshmellows which was normal enough. As they stood there, they could now both hear the sound of people or something approaching from above, coming down from the castle. "I do belive my people heard our er howling," said Victor with a smile. "That is them coming to investigate." "Then perhaps it is my cue to leave," smiled Nancy as she picked up her knive and set off to circle the town. "Give my regards to Marsha and look me up if you ever make it to my world!" "That might be a little too much even for Marsha to understand," laughed Victor as he waved goodbye. * * * Delta City Mayor Thomas Franklin stood on the City Hall steps for his news conference. Behind him on the steps were his confidential assistant Laura Kincaid, Captain Glory, Tawnee Lion from the Delta City Improvement Committee (DCIC) and Police Commissioner Borden. Spread out below them were a smattering of media including Tonya O'Donnell and Megan Fitzpatrick and beyond them were the sign waving protestors. There was a large mob of anti-heroine protestors and a significantly smaller group of pro-heroine supporters being held away from the first group by a thick line of Borden's police. "My fellow citizens of Delta City," began Franklin. "I was elected four years ago to represent the interests of the citizens of Delta City. Accordingly, today I have come before you to announce that I will be submitting a motion to city council today to restrict the actions of costumed vigilantees in Delta City. Their lewd and scandelous behaviour has reached a level that requires action by the city to protect its citizens. There has also been an increasing monetary cost to the city from property damage caused by these vigilantees. Just the most recent action by the She Legion involving the Aberration caused over one hundred million dollars in property damage. This cannot and will not be allowed to continue." "The motion will lay out in detail the regulations to govern costumed vigilantees in the future. The highlights will include the following. First, all costumed heroes must register with the Delta City PD and provide a ten thousand dollar bond. Second, these heroes can only be called into action at the specific request of the police commissioner. If they take action without proper authorization, they will at minimum face the loss of their bond and may be subject to further financial penalties and even jail time. Third, all heroes will be required to submit their secret identity in a sealed envelope which has been properly certified by a judge. These envelopes will be stored in a secure location and in case of infractions by a hero, their envelope can then be opened to allow for proper accountability." The Mayor's statement brought wild cheers from the anti-heroine protestors and boos from the pro-heroine group. The reporters largely stood their with their jaws on the ground, wndering if they could possibly have properly heard what the Mayor had said. Perhaps because of her alter ego as Got Gal, Tonya O'Donnell was more stunned than most which allowed Megan Fitzpatrick to get in the first question to the Mayor. "How can you possibly blame the heroines for the property damage done by monsters like the Aberration?" asked Megan. The way Franklin smirked at Megan, it was obvious he had seen the topless footage of the reporter when the Aberration had ripped her blouse off. "Well, Ms. Fitzpatrick, the experts I consulted concluded that it is the heroines and their er attributes that attract things like the Aberration in the first place. I would think you of all people would be supporting this motion to make the streets of Delta City safe for honest, law abiding, moral women." "Just who are these experts?" demanded Megan. "I can't give out their names due to privacy concerns and fear of retribution against them from some of the more hot tempered heroines," replied the Mayor smoothly. "how do you expect a heroine to come up with the ten thousand dollar bond?" demanded Tonya who had recovered from her shock. "It is not like they have a bank account in their name or carry around that much cash." The Mayor shrugged. "Perhaps they can get a corporate sponsor. For example,Captain Glory who has pledged to abide by the new regulations is being sponsored by the Delta City Improvement Committee." "Just who do yu think is going to defend the city then when more creatures and villains are running rampant?" asked Tonya. "I am glad you asked that Ms. O'Donnell," said the Mayor and he tore his gaze off the blonde reporter's heaving bosom to gesture to someone waiting inside the building. The doors opened and Captain Hawk and a group of three dozen men marched out. They were all dressed in a form fitting black armour with large high tech looking guns slung over their shoulders. "Please meet the new reformed Monster, Alien and Terrorist Squad or MATS for short. Under the much decorated Captain Hawk, we have expanded the squad significantly and equipped them with the latest high tech body armour and weapons courtesy of the greatest military-industrial complex in the history of mankind!" "So, we are buying our weapons from the Chinese now?" asked another reporter. "The new body armour with its exoskeleton muscles doubles the strength of the men," went on Franklin, ignoring the reporter. "In their stun mode, the new weapons can drop a bull moose with one shot and in lethal mode they can take out a charging elephant." "Very nice," observed Tonya, "but I notice that the entire squad is male. Why are there no female members of your so called MATS?" The Mayor waved Tonya's comment away. "We obtained the body armour from the military which so far has only produced them in male sizes. I am sure that will change when circumstances permit." * * * After the press conference was over, two of the new MATS recruits were lounging around in their newly renovated squad room watching a baseball game on the 90 inch flat screen tV. "Did you see the size of the tits on that blonde reporter who was asking all the questions?" asked Greg. "Sure did," replied Digger. "I can't wait until I get a chance to interrogate her good. I bet she is a screamer." "Yeah, this new gig is a whole lot better than going to jail," laughed Greg. "I couldn't fucking believe it when the judge gave us the option to join the squad or go to jail for human trafficking." "Me either, grinned Digger, "I loved the part where he said we could now use our special forces skills to help our community. I guess he didn't read the part of our records where we had a dishonorable discharge for what we did to that bitch of a Captain and her daughter." "And now that we are official, I hope we run into that huge boobed private eye who busted us in the first place," said Greg. "I got a score to settle with her." "Fucking A man," said Digger and they both laughed. * * * Tawnee Lion walked away from the conference, chatting with the Mayor and Commissioner Borden as they went back into City Hall. "I was thinking that once the formalities are done and the regulations are in place that it might be a good idea for a little demonstration of how much better the new system is." "What did you have in mind?" asked Franklin looking down the blonde's shirt to catch a glimpse of a nipple. "I was thinking that we should have Captain Glory investigate that whorehouse called the Pussycat Club," went on Tawnee. "Shutting it down or at least getting some honest, upright management to run it would be a big PR coupe for your reelection campaign." "Um, I don't know about that," said Franklin glancing over at Commissioner Borden who also looked suddenly worried. "Oh don't be an old worry wort," said Tawnee letting her fingers brush over the front of both men's pants casually. "My organization would of course reimburse the city and the police for any additional administrative expenses. If the investigation is handled by a genuine hero," and here the blonde paused to gesture at Captain Glory who was trailing a little ways behind the trio talking to Laura Kincaid, "then the police could hardly be blamed for disturbing any um existing financial arrangements." Franklin glanced at Borden again and this time the Commissioner just shrugged. "The police can hardly be held responsible for any er dissruption of existing arrangements if there is an independant investigation by a certified hero like Captain Glory." * * * Nancy reached the next crossroads and took the left fork as Victor had told her to do. She had not just been being slutty when she fucked and sucked the werewof, but had been applying the marshmellow test. It had taken her a while to pick up on it, but anything nasty and untrustworthy in this world seemed to smell like marshmellows. Victor's cum had tasted quite normal and that inclined the private eye to trust his word. A few miles later, Nancy came to the stone bridge across what was now a dry river bed and walked to the middle of it to look around. If there was a gateway out of this world here, she could see no sign of it. "Looking for something pretty lady?" asked a voice near her right shoulder. Looking that way, the blonde saw nothing but the bridge and a large stone gargoyle. The gargoyle had a scaly, fanged face only a mother gargoyle could love and was partially hunched over with wings sprouting from his back. Nancy shrugged. "Were you talking to me?" she asked the gargoyle. "I don't see anyone else around," said the gargoyle with what sounded like a smirk. "I certainly don't see anyone else around with such a big set of hooters and a killer ass." "Aw, you say the sweetest things," replied Nancy and sniffed the air. "What I am looking for is the gateway out of this world." "You are looking at it sugar," said the gargoyle. "Or at least, I am the guardian of the gateway." "What precisely does that mean?" asked Nancy. "Do I have to defeat you in combat ore something?" She looked at the stone unmoving creature. "Not quite babe," snickered the gargoyle. "You have only been looking at my face like a prim and proper lady. Look down." Nancy looked down to see a large stone cock protruding from the creature's groin. The detective arched an eyebrow. "You mean?" she asked. "Yep," affirmed the gargoyle. "You wrap your pussy around old Gus's stone dick and if you can get me off, the gateway opens. I get off and you get out!" "Things must get interesting if there is a man trying to open the gateway," observed Nancy. Gus snickered. "Yeah, it is amazing how happy a guy can get when he has to." "Happy? asked Nancy in a puzzled voice. Gus paused as if thinking. "Happy," he repeated. "One of them what you call ems, synonyms? Joy? Hmmm,oh yeah gay! If they want to get out bad enough, the guys just turn around and bend over. It don't really matter to me and my buddy down there. A hole is a hole to us." Nancy gave Gus's offer some consideration. In a bizarre way, it made sense. She had to get fucked to an orgasm to open the gateway to get in, so fucking Gus to an orgasm to get out made a weird kind of sense. It wasn't like she had any better ideas at the moment, so she might as well give it a try. Nancy looked up and down the road and even took a glimpse over the side of the bridge. There didn't seem to be anyone else or anything else hanging around to ambush her, so she put the handle of her knife in her mouth and her hands on the gargoyle's shoulders to get herself in position. The stone cock looked like it had been worn very smooth over the years and that was a good thing thought the blonde as she began to press her pussy against it. Her nether lips parted under the pressure and Nancy felt the smooth phallus slide into her pussy, the cum still inside her from Victor helping as lube. "Ahhhhh, that feels good," moaned Gus. "You have a nice tight pussy babe." With the knife clenched in her teeth, Nancy didn't bother triyng to answer, but instead began to pull herself back and forth on the stone cock, using her handholds on the creature for leverage. "Oh yeah, ride my cock baby," moaned Gus. "Damn, I like watching those big boobs of yours bounce as you do it. Keep going like that and it won't be long until I cum and fill your twat up with my cum." Nancy concentrated and tightened her pussy around Gus's cock some more and the stone creature's voice seemed to go up an octive in response. "Oh fuck yes, I am getting real close baby. Get ready to have your cunt overflowing with my spunk." Nancy started to smell marshmellows. Glancing around, the blonde saw a number of rather grisly looking things starting to rise up through the stones of the bridge. They were all fangs and claws and of course cocks which they were stroking. Apparently, she was supposed to be too entranced with her own pleasure to see them until it was too late. With her hands still on Gus's shoulder, Nancy felt the gargoyle's body shudder under her and she quickly slipped off his cock just before a huge blast of white goo shot out of it and splattered against the opposite side of the bridge. The reek of marshmellows was now overwhelming, but a gateway had opened in the middle of the bridge. The gargoyle hadn't lied about that part, but he and his buddies had quite clearly intended for her to entertain and possibly feed the lot of them before she could get to the gate. "Bye bye Gus baby," called Nancy as she blew the creature a kiss and dived through the gate before the other creatures could solidify and stop her. * * * Nancy landed in what appeared to be a produce stall in some local village marketplace. At least she had made it to China from the appearance of the people around her. The blonde looked down at the things she was laying on and stifled a groan. Of course, she had landed in a pile of melons. The End "