Delta City PI #34 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, Power Lass, Night Raven and the other heroines of the She Legion belong to Mr. X. The various villains in this chapter such as the Trapster, Lord, Power, the Geek and Nightmare Witch are also the creation and property of Mr. X.. Nancy and the other characters are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Nancy looked around at her surroundings. Let's see, several computers with large flat screens, electronic equipment, weapons of various types, bottles of drugs like chloroform ... yep it looked like the typical super villain lair. That just left the matter of which one of those sickos had booby trapped her office chair and shot a zillion volts into her. Nancy now looked at the one other piece of equipment she hadn't yet counted in her mental inventory of the lair. Hmm, it appeared to be a top of the line Acme 9000 that she was strapped into. What was the quaint sales name for this model again? Oh, right, their online website referred to it as the "bitch tamer". Of course she was naked. That went without saying as there wasnt much point confining someone to an Acme 9000 unless their appropriate orifices were available for the numerous attachments was there? At that point a man in a grey body suit and full face mask walked into the room and saved Nancy from wondering who had abducted her. "I am glad to see you are awake Ms. Peye," said the Trapster. "Yes, I imagine it is rather boring raping or torturing people who are unconscious, though I understand some people do get off on that kind of thing," replied Nancy. "I prefer it when people are awake," said the Trapster. "I like the moaning and screaming." "Oooo,that is so scary," said Nancy sarcastically. The Trapster frowned. "I'm getting the feeling you are not taking this seriously Ms. Peye. May I call you Nancy? "Only if I can call you asshole," replied Nancy. The detective saw the man stiffen in anger and smiled. Maybe it wasnt a good idea to antagonize your potential killer, but she had woken up in a bad mood. She was more ticked off at herself for having allowed herself to be captured, but she might as well take it out on this bastard. Maybe making him mad would also make him careless. "By the way, aren't you supposed to be dead?" she asked. The Trapster laughed. "At least twice, but there was always some patsy I could kill and put the mask on so those super sluts thought I was finished. Then when they least expect me, I can strike back at them and have my way with their bodies." "Well, I will keep that in mind for the next time it happens," commented Nancy. "I am afraid dead men tell no tales," said the Trapster with a wolfish smile. "Women," said Nancy. "What?" demanded the Trapster. "Women," repeated Nancy. "You said dead men tell no tales. Since you are the asshole who took my clothes off, I presume you noticed I was a woman? Or maybe you were just being sexist? It really should be 'dead people tell no tales' in this day and age." "Oh!" sneered the Trapster. "I should have known, you are one of those overbearing militant feminists!" "Oink, oink," replied Nancy and she was sure she could see a facial twitch right through that all covering mask. "Bah, I have no intention of bandying words with you," said the Trapster. "Fine with me," agreed Nancy. "Are you ready to move on to the rape and torture now?" Yep, that sure looks like a facial tick to me thought the blonde. when she saw the man's reaction. "I am sure you don't recognize the device you are trapped in ..." began the Trapster. "An Acme 9000 or more commonly referred to as the 'bitch tamer'," interrupted Nancy. "Yes," agreed the Trapster through gritted teeth. "I doubt, however, you have noticed the improvements I have made to the standard model." "No, but I am sure you are going to tell me all about them," replied Nancy. The Trapster apparently decided to ignore this latest sarcasm and continued on his exposition. "I have replaced the standard vaginal and anal dildos with substantially larger versions ...." "Length or girth?" interrupted Nancy once more. Oh dear, there goes that facial tick again she noticed. "Both," gritted the Trapster. "The other feature you might find not so funny is that when you achieve your orgasm, they will fire explosive bolts into your body and literally break you in half." "That's going to be a real mess to clean up," observed Nancy. "If you are just renting, I doubt you will get your deposit back. Not only did you alter the device which voids the warrenty, but the blood stains will drastically reduce the resale value." "Enough!" screamed the Trapster. "You have interfered with me for the last time!" Nancy didn't have time to point out that as far as she knew, they hadn't met before, so what was up with the "last time" comment, as the Trapster bent down and slammed the ominous red button on the Acme 9000. Immediately Nancy felt the new, improved dildos slam into her pussy and ass and start to pump in and out. The Trapster stood there smirking for several minutes as he watched the machine rape her before moving around to the head of the device and pulling down his pants. He took out his hard cock and began to stroke it while pointing it at her face. "The last thing you are going to see before you die is me cumming all over your face bitch," he snarled. "He who laughs last, laughs best!" "The person who laughs last, laughts best," corrected Nancy between gasps. Those new upgraded dildos were certainly quite effective she thought and she doubted any regular Aphrodite would have lasted this long. As it was, she didn't think she was going to be able to hold back her climax much longer. She needed to make one last effort to try and block out the pleasure and break out of this thing before it was too late. As it turned out, however, the Trapster was wrong or at least wrong for the moment. He did cum all over Nancy's face, glazing it with his cum, but it wasn't the last thing the detective saw. It was, however, the last thing the Trapster saw for a little while as Night Raven slammed a piece of electronics equipment over his head and he fell to the floor unconscious. "Having fun?" asked Night Raven looking down at the trapped and moaning detective. "Never been better," gasped Nancy, "but I wouldn't object to you turning this thing off in the next ten seconds or so before things go boom." "Ooops, sorry," said Night Raven and she pressed the off button. Now that the pounding had stopped with the retraction of the dildos, Nancy concentrated and slipped out of the restraints and the machine. She was damn close to an orgasm and she wasn't going to take any chances on the thing going off, power or no power. "Neat trick," observed Night Raven as she watched Nancy extricate herself from the Acme 9000 and then she bent down to check on the Trapster. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt his strong, steady pulse and knew she hadn't killed him. She had had to hit him pretty hard to knock him out with that heavy mask covering his head. "Well, let's see who this guy really is," said Nancy bending down to grab the Trapster's mask. "No! Don't do that!" yelled a suddenly agitated Night Raven, but it was too late and Nancy stared down in total shock at the face under the mask. "Commissioner Borden?" she finally said in a stunned voice. "Well, I sure didn't see that one coming." * * * Power Lass was flying over the park when she saw the young boy with the water pistol waving frantically at her. The busty heroine swung around and landed beside the boy on the paved jogging path. "What's the matter? Are you in danger? she asked. The boy didn't say anything, but just raised his water gun and sprayed the blonde in the center of her chest. Power Lass was not impressed and opened her mouth to give the boy a good lecture when she realized there was something wrong with her uniform. It was dissolving. Looking down the mighty heroine saw her white leotard style uniform just sort of melt away, leaving her naked except for her mask, gloves and boots which had been missed by the liquid. Power Lass gave an "eek" and tried vainly to cover her massive breasts with one hand and her neatly trimmed blonde pussy with the other. "Mommy, mommy, there is a naked woman in the park," screamed the boy as he ran off across the grass. to make matters worse, a couple of joggers came around the corner and stopped to stare at the naked heroine. I have got to get out of here, thought Power Lass and leapt up into the air, or rather she tried to. The heroine found that suddenly she couldn't fly and now panic really set in. She ran off the path into the dense patch of woods next to it, stumbling along blindly until she came to a clearing and stopped dead. The clearing was not empty. It contained several video cameras being run off a generator. There was also a large man standing in the clearing and smiling at her. "Welcome to my studio Power Lass," said the man. "You are just in time to help me with my video for the contest." Power Lass tried to shift mental gears to deal with this new input, but she felt her brain skittering around in confusion. "Are you crazy?" she began in a loud voice, but the man put his fingers to his lips in the traditional shushing gesture. "Now,now, the park is full of children and their parents playing," admonished the man. "You don't want to make a lot of noise and attract a crowd in your condition do you?" "I, I, I guess not," stammered Power Lass as she finally managed to focus on the details of the man's appearance. He appeared to be at least half machine, she realized. A cyborg of some sort and she tried searching her mental files of villains for a name. As if reading her mind, the cyborg smiled broadly and spoke. "We share a name you see which is why I chose you. I am Lord Power and I can quite assure you that the Lord trumps the Lass anyday." "Just what do you want?" demanded Power Lass as she still kept trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. "You were not listening I see," said Lord Power. "You are to be my entry in the video contest." "Never!" cried Power Lass as she glared at the villain disdainfully. "Ssshhh, dont forget the children and their parents," said Lord Power. "With this new heroine registration act, I suspect the last thing you want is to get busted for public indecency, especially when underage children are involved. Very bad for your heroine image I would think." "And your video wouldn't be a problem?" hissed Power Lass. "Well, it is only on the dark web and for paying customers," replied Lord Power. "On the other hand, your arrest for indecent exposure would probably make the front page of the Delta City Times and the opening item on all the television news." Power Lass's heart began to race at these words and then she hung her head in defeat. "Ok, you win," she whispered. "What do you want me to do?" Lord Power grinned wickedly and a few minutes later, Power Lass found herself standing naked in the center of the ring of cameras and smiling at the lens as she read the cue cards being held up by the villain. "Hello everyone, my name is Power Lass and I want to welcome you to my first ever porn special. You are in for a real treat today and I hope you all enjoy it. Now let me introduce you to my partner for this video. Please welcome the one and only Lord Power!" Lord Power was smirking broadly as he strolled into view of the cameras and stood in front of the heroine facing her. "It is my pleasure to be here with you Power Lass, or maybe I should say it is going to be my pleasure. How would you like to get started?" Power Lass tried not to grind her teeth together and smiled brightly for the villain and the cameras as per the limited script that had been outlined to her. She let her fingers trail down the bulge in the villain's pants. "Why don't I start by sucking that big cock of yours?" "If you insist," replied Lord Power graciously and his smile got even broader. The naked heroine sank to her knees in front of the cyborg and quickly pulled down his pants. She gave a gasp when the large member swung up and banged her on the nose. "Open wide and say ahhhh," said Lord Power rubbing his cock over the heroine's lips. Those full, red lips trembled for a moment and then parted. Power Lass opened her mouth wider and wider until she thought she was going to dislocate her jaw, but finally her mouth was open wide enough to allow the thick cock inside her mouth. "That's a good super heroine," said Lord Power patting the top of Power Lass's head. "Now show all these nice viewers just how well you suck cock." Power Lass gave a mental sigh and began to move her mouth back and forth on the huge dick, taking a little more into her mouth each time until it finally began to push into her throat. Gagging and choking, the heroine kept inhaling more and more of Lord Power's cock into her throat until finally the entire thing was inside. "I would call that pretty damn amazing," said Lord Power with a soft moan, "but Amazing Babe might get jealous." The cyborg then began to thrust his hips and face fuck the kneeling heroine. He was in no particular hurry to cum, but Power Lass's warm mouth on his cock felt so fantastic, he could only hold it back for about ten minutes before he began to blast his load down the blonde's throat. "Well, that certainly hit the spot don't you think?" the villain said with a laugh when he pulled his cock out of Power Lass's mouth and watched her retching and coughing up cum. "Let's see if we can find another opening for my cock now shall we?" Power Lass just meekly nodded her head. * * * "He, he's not really evil," said Night Raven kneeling down by the unconscious villain and producing a hypo from her utility belt. "He can't help himself. is all." "Um, he's killed at least two people that I know about," said Nancy. "He's also raped several of the heroines. That's kind of the definition of evil." "He's not evil!" snapped Night Raven as she injected something into a vein in the man's neck. "That's an unusual attitude for a super heroine to take," observed Nancy, "but not for a daughter," she added gently. Night Raven looked up with a panicked look on her face that she quickly replaced with one of puzzlement. "What? I don't know what you are talking about." Nancy sighed. "Even if I hadn't known before, I could have made a pretty good guess from your words and actions that Night Raven is really Lydia Borden, the daughter of our not so revered police commissioner." For a moment, it looked like Night Raven was going to continue her denial, but then she sighed heavily. "How did you find out?" Then she waved a hand before Nancy could reply. "Wait, let me guess. You are from some other dimension and have been observing us." Now it was Nancy's turn to blink in surprise. "Er, yes, how did you know that?" "I'm a detective too and a pretty damned good one," replied Night Raven with a hint of a smirk. "I have been doing some research into your background and found it only goes back about a year. Really though, I have some rather jumbled memories of this happening before. Memories about someone else who knew all our identities because she came from another dimension and our reality sort of leaked into theirs as images or visions that inspired books and stories and stuff." "That would have been Witchfire," said Nancy. "Red haired, sexy little witch?" Night Raven frowned. "I, I don't know. That sounds kind of familiar, but I can't picture her. It is sort of like a name being just on the tip of your tongue, but this time it is a picture or a person I just can't quite recall." Nancy considered this for a moment. The demons had banisheded Witchfire from this reality using the reboot mechanism and all memories of the witch had gone with her. Or should have at any rate, thought Nancy. She still had the arcade token and the AA medallion in her trenchcoat pocket, so some echoes of the witch remained. That might be Witchfire's doing or it might be due to the demon's incompetence with the failing mechanism. The problem facing Nancy right at the moment was how much, if any of this, to tell Night Raven. Nancy wasn't sure the heroines were ready to learn just how much they had been manipulated and experimented on over the years. [Author's Note: See part two of Witchfire by Silkcords to read about the meeting ofWitchfire and Night Raven.] "Somebody has been playing games with people's memories," is what Nancy finally settled for saying. "These demons you warned Ms. Americana about?" asked Night Raven arching a slightly skeptical eyebrow. Nancy shrugged. "Demons is just a word," she replied. "If you want to go the mystical route, you can think of them as demons from some hell. If you are more scientifically inclined, you might just consider them to be an alien race who have travelled here from another dimension." [Author's Note: I won't take credit for this idea. You might want to check out Robert Asprin's "Myth" series where demons are called that because they are demensional travellers (spelling and pun deliberate!).] "I suppose that makes as much sense as anything does," agreed Night Raven. "I've been picking up some weird bits and pieces of information about some of the things happening in Delta City, so I am not going to dismiss your idea out of hand." "That's a start," replied Nancy. "The other She Legion members need to take this threat more seriously if they are going to stop it or even survive it." "I think they are or maybe I should say we are starting to do that," said Night Raven. "Ok," replied Nancy and changed the topic for the moment. "Now what do we do about your father? He really belongs in jail you know." "I said it's not his fault, and that wasn't just his daughter talking," said Night Raven. "Daddy has a condition. I guess it is sort of a split personality thing though the doctor's don't call it that. When he is under a lot of stress, he becomes the Trapster, but when in one identity he doesn't remember the other at all. To Commissioner Borden, the Trapster is just one more insane super villain. To the Trapster, Commissioner Borden is just the head of the police who are hunting him. Daddy has medication that is supposed to keep him stable and in his Commissioner Borden personality, but it doesn't always work or sometimes he forgets to take his meds or doesn't think he needs them." Nancy nodded. "That is what you just injected him with?" she asked. "Yes, when he wakes up, he will just be Commissioner Borden again with no memory of being the Trapster or what he did," said Night Raven. "Look, I know this isn't very nice or tatful of me," said Nancy, "but even just as Commissioner Borden, he is not a very nice man. At the very least, he is taking kickbacks from criminals to look the other way. He has also become more and more critical of the super heroines in Delta City and helped push this stupid registration thing." "He is not a bad man," said Night Raven in almost a wail. "He was a good cop once upon a time when he first joined the force. It's damned hard to stay clean though in this city. He saw the bribes and the corruption and he tried to stay out of it, but it sucked him in. Even when you see your partner and other cops doing things, the code tells you to keep your mouth shut. That's the first step down the road into corruption. You don't rat out your fellow cops and if you do then you are taking your life into yur own hands. The call for backup when you are in trouble might be slow coming next time or never arrive. After a while, you say the hell with it and start taking the odd bribe because everyone else is doing it. It's peer pressure, but then they have you and it just gets worse after that." "There were other choices he could have made," said Nancy as gently as she could. "If you ignore the evil and don't stand up to it then it swallows you like it did him." "I know, but he is still my father," sobbed Night Raven. "I try and keep an eye on him to make sure he stays on his meds. That is how I happened to be here to stop him today. When he starts to get more irrational as Commissioner Borden, it is a sign the Trapster persona is going to come out again. He should be better when he wakes up, a little more rational. Hell somedays, he can still be a good cop." "Don't you think your teammates deserve to know about this?" asked Nancy. "I, I can't tell them," sobbed Night Raven. "They would never trust me again." "Will you be able to forgive yourself if he does become the Trapster and seriously hurts or kills one of them?" pointed out Nancy. "I, I will keep a closer eye on him" promised Night Raven. "If he becomes the Trapster again, I will either stop him myself or I will tell the others. Please, give me a chance to try and save him." Nancy looked down at the crying girl and against her better judgement gave in. "Fine, I won't rat you or him out this time, but I will also be keeping a closer eye on him and if it looks like the Trapster is coming back then he is going down." "Thank you," said Night Raven quietly as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. * * * Hexanna was dusting the shelves in her magic shop when the courier delivered the parcel. There was no return address on it and she hadn't been expecting a parcel. On the other hand, there were numerous people around the world that she was in contact with and who often sent her unsolicited mystical things that they thought she would be interested in. This was probably something of that sort, so she put the shoebox sized parcel on the counter and began to open it. The thought crossed her mind that she should take some magical precautions, but she was Hexanna and sure she was more than a match for anything mystical that could fit into such a small package. Inside the box was a figurine about six inches tall. At first, Hexanna thought someone had sent her a Star Wars or super hero action figure, but on closer examination, it had no clothes. It was also male as it was anatomically correct with the tiniest little penis. Disturbingly, the penis was erect, but no more than half an inch long. Hexanna lifted the figurine out and held it in her hand. It felt like ordinary plastic, but she had never heard of anything like it before and she had no idea why anyone would send sucha thing to her. As she stared at the erection of the figure, a thought came to her unbidden and she giggled. "Oh you poor little thing," she cooed and then glancing around to make sure the store was empty of customers, she put her mouth over the tiny plastic figure's groin. Two things happened simultaneously. The first was that the figurine suddenly turned from plastic to flesh in her hands. The second was she felt a blast of liquid shoot into her mouth, the amount of which was all out of proportionto the size of the figure. There was no doubting what the fluid was though thought Hexanna grimly as she had more experience with the taste of cum than she cared to think about. While the sorceress was pondering this, however, the animated figure twisted out of her hand and before she could do anything, it scooted up her leg into her bottoms. "What the fuck?" gasped Hexanna and reached inside her bottoms to grab the creature but suddenly her body convulsed as something brushed over her clit. "Goddess," gasped the witch as she slipped off the stool she had been sitting on to land on her ass on the floor. Another convulsion of pleasure swept through Hexanna as the little thing gave her clit another rub. She could feel herself getting wet and impossibly nearing an orgasm already from those few touches on her sex. Again something rubbed her clit and that was just too much for the woman. "Aaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeooooo," she screamed and climaxed. Hexanna lay there panting on the floor for a moment until she noticed the figure standing by her head. Only, now it was about a foot tall and its erect cock proportionally larger as well. "Hello slut," said the little man."My name is Squirt and I think you already tasted why I am called that." "What, what is going on?" asked Hexanna, her brain still somewhat fogged from her orgasm. "I am a sex imp," said Squirt. "Every time the human I am bonded to has an orgasm, I grow six inches larger. By that I mean in height, not my dic size in case you was wondering. Don't worry though, it will soon get big enough to look after you properly." With that, Squirt grabbed his tiny cock and stroked it a few times. "Bonded?" asked Hexanna starting to get a little worried and looking around to see where she had left her skull staff. "Yep, I bond to the person who wakes me up by putting my dick in their mouth like you did," laughed Squirt. Hexanna couldn't see her staff, but she hardly needed that to deal with this little monster. With a growl, she swung her fist, intending to squish the thing flat. Impossibly, Squirt caught her hand as it descended. "Nice try slut, but just because I am small doesn't mean I ain't strong," sneered Squirt. The imp then ran forward, grabbed the front of Hexanna's top in its tiny hands and ripped it off. The sorceress's large boobs tumbled out and almost squished the imp, but he danced nimbly back and stood there admiring his handywork "Fuck, those are some big fine tits you got there," he said with a whistle. Hexanna glared at the imp in outrage. She was so focussed on the creature that she never noticed the small dimensional openings all around her. On the other side of each of those openings was a video camera. Nightmare Witch lounged back in her recliner and she sneered at the vision of the half naked sorceress being projected from those video cameras. That stupid contest was of course far beneath her dignity, but there was no damn way she was going to let second raters like Dragon Queen win. Besides, there was nothing on television except crap like Game of Thrones which didn't have nearly enough sex and violence to amuse her. The vision of Hexanna and the real one tried to back away from the imp and gather her thoughts, but it dashed forward once more and squirmed into her bottoms. "No! Get out of there!" yelled Hexanna as once more she felt the thing attacking her clit and pussy. With every touch, her body thrilled with pleasure and within a couple of minutes, she felt herself climax again. "Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeooooooo," screamed the sorceress. When she came back to herself again, Squirt was once more standing beside her, but now he was a foot and a half tall. "I don't think we need this wet thing anymore," said the imp with a lear and now it ripped Hexanna's bottoms off to reveal her shaved and dripping pussy. Then the imp resumed its "attack" on Hexanna's sex and she screamed once more with pleasure. When Squirt was up to seven feet in height, he picked up the quivering sorceress and draped her naked body over the counter and got behind her while his hand stroked his cock to rock hardness. Outside the window of the magic shop, a number of passersby now stood gaping in at the site within. "Wave hello to your adoring public slut," snickered Squirt as he began to push his cock into Hexanna's pussy as she stared in horror at the people watching her through the glass. Oh Goddess, she thought and then gave another scream of pleasure as she felt the entire length of the imp's now quite large cock sheath itself in her cunt. "What do you think slut? Maybe a nice cream pie to finish the video?" asked Squirt. [Author's Note: I read a story by Sigma on this site called "A Christmas Tale Featuring Esha" which I think influenced the above segment. It's a good story and worth you checking it out.] * * * "Tell me again what we are doing here Ms. A," said Flag Girl as they crept through the warehouse. "I think there is something rotten in the state of Denmark," replied Ms. Americana. "Denmark?" asked Flag Girl wrinkling her nose in thought. "Isnt it somewhere in Africa? I suppose things would rot in that heat." Ms. Americana rolled her eyes. "Have you been skipping your Geography classes again young lady?" she asked. "Oh, didn't I tell you?" said Flag Girl casually. "I dropped Geography to take the 'History of Hiphop' that Delta City University is offering now." Ms. Americana didn't say anything to that, but Flag Girl heard a sigh from the dimness to her right. It seemed like a good idea to change the topic before it strayed into the area of her allowance again. "You never said why we are here?" she asked. "That big boobed blonde detective claimed the Delta City Improvement Committee was part of this whole demon plot, so we are here to check out the float they are using in the Delta City Founder's Day parade tomorrow and it is stored in this warehouse." "I thought you didn't believe what Nancy told you?" asked Flag Girl. "And if the parade is tomorrow, how come there is no one here working on the float? Shouldn't there be all those last minute things to work on?" "Not everyone procrastinates like you do with your homework," replied Ms. Americana reasonably. "And how do you happen to be on a first name basis with that detective?" Flag Girl shrugged. "I did meet her that one time she visited She Legion HQ. Nice boobs, and I bought her video." "You bought a stripper video?" asked Ms. Americana in a shocked voice. "Those things are degrading to women!" "We are studying it in my dance class," said Flag Girl hurriedly and definitely decided not to mention the bootleg video she had gotten from the dark web from the hotel show. The only problem with that was she wasn't sure how else to explain why she needed to pay to have her computer serviced yet again to get rid of all the viruses and malware it had from her visits to the dark web. "Well here it is," said Ms. Americana as she shone a light over the float. The Queen of Justice gave a snort when she got a better look at it and read the letters emblazoned across the front of the float. "Our True Heroes," she read and they both gazed at the four life like statues on the float of Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Bat Girl and Power Girl. "Looks pretty cool to me," said Flag Girl as she chewed on her gum and then blew a large bubble that popped with a loud snapping noise in the deserted warehouse. "They are missing one true hero," said Ms. Americana in a reproving tone. Flag Girl considered this for a moment. "Gee, I don't think Hawkgirl was ever that big of a deal," she finally said and blew another bubble. "I think your allowance needs a review again," snapped Ms. Americana as they climbed onto the float. "I wonder why they are all DC?" said Flag Girl trying to change the topic from her personal finances. "Probably a copyright thing," said Ms. Americana with a shrug. "Marvel is killing them in the movies, so DC is probably cheaper to license." "Hey Ms. A," what do you think of this?" asked the sidekick as she pointed to something. Ms. Americana came over and shone her light on what the blonde girl was pointing at. It was a sticky note next to a big red button. The note read "Please do not press this button under any circumstances." Ms. Americana read the note again and then pressed the button. "Hey, what did you do that for?" said an alarmed Flag Girl. "It said not to press it." "Which is precisely the kind of thing a crook would say in a note if they didn't want you to discover their nefarious plan," said Ms. Americana patiently. Flag Girl thought it might also be the kind of thing that people wrote notes about to warn of danger, but didn't say that aloud in case it triggered another comment on her allowance which was barely enough to keep her in designer clothes as it was. There was a noise fom behind the two heroines and they both wheeled to look at the four statues which were now moving their arms and legs in a clumsy fashion. They both relaxed as obviously these things could be no threat. "I am the mightiest heroine on Earth," said the Supergirl robot in a very mechanical voice. "I am the emmbodiement of virtue in womanhood," said the robot Wonder Woman in a similar mechanical voice. "I am a great detective and feared by the criminals who haunt the night," declared the robot Bat Girl in her own flat mechanical voice. "I have the biggest tits of any super heroine," boasted Power Girl in a machine like voice. Ms. Americana gave a snort. "As if," she muttered. Flag Girl looked from the Power Girl robot to Ms. Americana and back again. "Gee, I don't know Ms. A, I think she might have you beat by at least a cup size." Ms. Americana gave another snort and moved over to stand beside the Power Girl robot which had taken up a hands on hips pose with her chest thrust out in front of her. Ms. Americana adopted the same pose. "Now compare us," she told Flag Girl. "The slut was just thrusting her boobs out to make them bigger." Flag Girl studied her mentor's chest carefully and then that of the Power Girl robot. While she was doing this, the Bat Girl robot wobbled up beside her as if also trying to judge the winner of the biggest boobs contest. Suddenly, the Power Girl and Bat Girl robots stopped moving so jerkily and before the two heroes realized what was going on, snatched off their power belts and tucked them into hidden compartments in their bodies. "What?" said Ms Americana turning towards the Power Girl robot with a stunned look on her beautiful face. "Huh?" said Flag Girl looking at the Bat Girl robot in equal surprise. The two robots then reached out and seized the arms of the less than dynamic duo and held them in place as they began to struggle. Now the Supergirl and Wonder Woman robots calmly walked up to the wriggling pair and grasped the front of their tops and yanked them off. Out spilled the two pairs of large, soft boobs and once more the heroines could only gape in shock at this sudden turn of events. "I got a bad feeling about this Ms. A," shouted a struggling Flag Girl as her tits bobbed and jiggled in her attempts to pull free. "This is all your fault for not stopping me from pressing that button," snapped Ms. Americana who likewise was giving a delightful view of bouncing boobs to anyone who might be watching. This included anyone who might be monitoring the scene via the video cameras that the two women saw suddenly appearing from all around them on the float. "It's a trap!" shouted Flag Girl. "Gee, what was your first clue Flag Twat?" asked a sneering male voice that both heroines instantly recognized. "Geek" shouted Ms. Americana and Flag Girl in perfect unison. "Well, I would say 'jinx' and you both owe each other a soda," sneered the Geek, but I don't have any sodas with me. I guess you will both have to settle for a cock instead." "You try anything with that little bitty penis of yours and I will snap you in two," growled Ms. Americana. "Oh it's not so itty bitty," laughed the Geek. "Just ask Flag Girl since I used it to take her cherry. She squealed like a stuck pig whenI rammed it in her cunt. But for the first scene of my contest winning video, I thought I would leave it to the ladies there." Ms. Americana and Flag Girl both started to ask what the hell he was talking about when Power Girl and Bat Girl ripped off the bottoms of the two women to expose their neatly trimmed brunette and blonde pussies. Then they both heard a mechanical whirring noise followed by something hard poking at their asses. Ms. Americana looked behind her to see Supergirl standing there with a large dildo that had slid out of another hidden compartment between her thighs. Likewise, Flag Girl looked behind her to see a similarly equipped Wonder Woman. "I got a bad feeling about this," repeated Flag Girl. "Oh it will be a good feeling shortly, trust me," said the Geek and he laughed as best he could in the approved villain fashion. It wasn't his fault his voice broke in the middle of it and made him sound more like a croaking frog. Facing each other, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl both saw the horrified look on each other's face as the robots behind them bent them over, spread their legs farther apart and rammed their dildos deep into the heroine's pussies. "I'm never going to another DC movie ever!" cried Flag Girl as she felt Wonder Woman's cock begin to pound in and out of her cunt with increasing force and speed. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeooooooo," was all Ms. Americana managed as she hit her first orgasm from the pounding that the maid of steel was giving her. The Geek settled back in his chair to watch and pulled his cock out to stroke along as he watched the hapless heroines moan and scream as they were fucked. Once his robots had pounded the sluts into quivering puddles, he planned to sample their bodies himself. For the moment, however, he was content to stroke his dick and enjoy the show. * * * Nancy left Night Raven to look after the Trapster and moved over to examine the computers in the room. The detective tapped some commands for a few minutes and frowned at the screen before turning back to Night Raven. "I think I might have a way to shut down or at least put a crimp into this damn super heroine sex video contest. Your dad, or the Trapster if you prefer hasn't uploaded his video yet since you interrupted him. I have found the IP address of the server on his computer and it's offshore where we can't get at it easily." "So, what can you do then?" asked Night Raven coming over to stand behind the still naked blonde. Nancy looked around and found her trenchcoat where the Trapster had dropped it. Lucky for him, it was not damaged or she might have accidentally kicked him in the balls, Night Raven or no Night Raven. The private eye put her coat on and fished out a USB stick from one of the pockets. "I can upload his video and insert a little trojan horse with it," explained Nancy. "It will take a little time to work since we dont want it spotted and deleted, so it won't be instantaneous. If there are other attacks already going on or planned, this wont stop them, but with the server down there won't be any place to upload the videos. Sure they can wipe their server and start over, but that will take time and maybe by then we can find a more permanent solution. The trojan will also seek out other copies of the videos online and delete them if anyone has downloaded the video. It can't possibly get all the copies, but they at least won't be popping up at the top of the search engines." "Er, you are going to upload your own sex video?" asked Night Raven. Nancy shrugged. "My reputation isn't that great as it is, partly thanks to your father I might add. Another sex video of me is hardly going to shock anyone." "Better you than me," grinned Night Raven. Nancy nodded, but didn't have the heart to tell Night Raven that according to the files on his computer, the Trapster's next planned target had been Night Raven herself. Instead, she began to look at the Trapster's raw video footage. Damn, he had a camera in her office to show her being captured. He also had taken video as he stripped off her clothes and had spent quite a bit of time playing with her boobs while she was unconscious. He had also taken the opportunity to fuck her which probably explained why he had been content to just jerk off on her face the last time. "This is going to scar me for life," said Night Raven as she watched the video of the Trapster fucking Nancy and shooting his load into her. "Parents are not supposed to have sex you know." That didn't seem terribly logical to Nancy, but since she had no memory of parents, she decided she had no suitable frame of reference and just let the comment go while she did some quick editing of the raw footage to make it look better. Whoever was running the website that hosted the contest might get suspicious if a crappy video was uploaded for the contest. Remembering the contest criteria, the blonde added in a nice musical score where appropriate along with some nice looking titles and credits. Pausing to watch the video again, the detective added in a slow motion sequence of the cum exploding from the Trapster's cock and splattering all over her face. "There, that should do it," said the private eye watching the edited video critically. "It looks pretty damn hot," said Night Raven as they watched the finished product. "You said the trojan would take a while to work, but I do have an idea on something else we can do if there are any more bastards out there doing videos as we speak." "Do tell?" asked Nancy and smiled when she heard Night Raven's suggestion. "Yes, I think I can modify the code to do that." It took some more keyboard clicking and mouse taps, but finally the detective nodded and uploaded the video along with the trojan horse. "This might be fun," she said with satisfaction. Night Raven reached out to cup one of Nancy's breasts hanging out of her trenchcoat. "I can think of some other things that are fun to do while we wait," said Night Raven. Nancy looked at the girl as she considered the words and the offer. Certainly Night Raven was good looking and a little "bonding" with the heroine could only help improve her relationship with the She Legion. Nancy smiled at the heroine, shrugged out of her trenchcoat, wrapped her arms around the other woman and kissed her firmly on the mouth. "We do seem to have an hour or two to kill while we wait," she agreed. After a few minutes, they broke the kiss and Night Raven rapidly stripped out of her skimpy uniform. "I think we should have a little competition to see who is the better detective," panted the younger woman as she ran her hands over her breasts and played with her already hard nipples. "Oh, what did you have in mind?" asked Nancy with an arched eyebrow. "Let's see who can investigate the other's pussy the best," suggested Night Raven with a grin. "You're on," replied Nancy with an answering grin and the two women quickly moved into a 69 position with Night Raven on top. Their tongues both extended and pushed into the other's pussy. Nancy wondered if Night Raven remembered just whose cum she was licking up, but decided there were better things to do with her tongue and did them. * * * Lord Power sat at his computer editing his video in preparation to upload it. He had finished with Power Lass a few hours ago and left the slut in the clearing unconscious thanks to a little chloroform. He wondered if she would ever realize that the boy who had sprayed her was really Babyface McGurke, whose cherubic features hid a very perverted mind. The villain also wondered if the heroine would realize that the "water" in the gun had contained specially designed magnetic particles that had caused her powers to fizzle out. By now the cum and sweat should have washed them off enough for her to fly home. Of course, she would be flying naked, but that was half the fun. Finished with his video, the cyborg villain checked the IP address for the contest server and clicked on the upload button. After several seconds of the "please wait" icon spinning on the screen, he got an error message. Lord Power frowned and tried again with the same result. He double checked the IP address and found it was correct. Perhaps the site was down for maintenance he thought and waited a couple of minutes before trying again, still without success. The lights in the villain's lair suddenly blinked off and Lord Power cursed. Well, his computer had a UPS, so it was still running and his backup generator should kick in right about now. The lights in the lair blinked back on and the villain smiled. It always paid to have power backups for his alarms. The odds of anyone getting in for the few seconds the power was off were infinitesimally small as someone would have to be incredibly fast and know the power outage was coming. Lord Power heard a throat clear behind him. The villain turned around to see Power Lass standing there. The next thing he saw was her fist coming towards his face and that would be the last thing he saw for a few hours. The fist connected and the cyborg's body flew backwards crashing into his computer in a shower of sparks from both villain and computer. When he woke up, his next site turned out to be the inside of a cell in the new MaxHold prison. "Power Lass to Night Raven," said the heroine into her communicator. "One asshole nailed." * * * Dr. Armageddon strolled down the corridor of his lair, planning his next entry into the super slut video contest. So far, no one had tagged Omega Woman and he was looking forward to playing with those huge jugs of hers. Suddenly, there was a tiny "clink sound and his metal arms all stopped moving and drooped limply at his sides. "What the hell?" said the villain looking down at his mechanical arms and saw the little device that was attached to his control panel and the source of the little clink noise. "It's a micro EMP transmitter," said a female voice from above him and Dr. Armageddon looked up to see Jungle Babe hanging by her legs from a beam. "It's why your arms don't work and another one is why your alarm system didn't work either," said another female voice. The villain spun around as Champion Girl and Amazing Babe stepped around the corners in front and behind him, trapping the villain between them. All three heroines look rather pissed. What followed was the sound of flesh hitting flesh repeatedly for several minutes. The not so good doctor would also wake up in MaxHold prison with his mechanical arms removed and a terrible headache and swollen balls. "Amazing Babe to Night Raven," said the stacked blonde. "Our target is down and out," then breaking the connection, she gave the body at her feet another kick between the legs just to make sure. * * * Captain Chloro was laying on his waterbed watching porn and jerking off. He was in the middle of watching Panthress's video with Azure Angel when the web site seemed to crash. The villain rather liked that video which worried him a bit. Wasn't it a bit gay to like watching the she male at play? He didn't have time to ponder this more deeply, however, as two lithe figures dropped through the ceiling trapdoor and landed on either side of him. "Hello lover boy, we're back for a visit," snarled Green Spectre. "We're as mad as hell and we aren't going to take it anymore," quipped Spectre Girl. Captain Chloro smirked and gave his cock another stroke as he looked from one busty blonde to the other. "Aw, you came back because you wanted some more of my special sauce? Who wants to go down on me first?" Even as he spoke, however, the villain was inching his other hand towards the teleport button on his uniform to get the hell out of there as he could see the really really pissed off look on the faces of the two heroines. "Bye bye sluts," he said and pressed the button. Nothing happened. "Transporter not working eh?" said Green Spectre and held up a little black box. "Well, you see we stopped by Professor Werder's lab on the way hereto pick up the new transporter blocker he invented. It seems that someone escaped that way from the new MaxHold prison and they contracted the prof to fix that little chink in their security." "Got any more smart ass comments to make?" asked Spectre Girl making a fist. "Not in the face, not in the face!" yelled Captain Chloro putting his hands up to cover that asset. Unfortunately, that left other more delicate assets quite uncovered. After a while, however, the villain did lapse into unconsciousness which freed him from the pain for the moment. "Green Spectre to Night Raven," said the heroine. "We bagged our bastard and he is ready for pickup." * * * Pantheress was engaging in one of her favourite activities when not out stealing things. Her two sidekicks were kneeling side by side on the bed, naked and kissing each other while the shemale villain fucked them from behind cat style. She drove her cock in and out of blonde Puss for a dozen strokes before pulling out and pounding dark haired Boots for the same amount. She had been going back and forth like this for a little while now, but suddenly froze in mid thrust when she heard a noise from outside the bedroom. The villainess cocked her head and listened for a while then smiled broadly. It sounded like maybe Azure Slut had come back to play some more. With silent gestures, Panthress sent her two sidekicks out to stalk and bring back the heroine while she laid down on her back on the bed with her massive black cock in hand and waited. She heard the sound of scuffling and her grin grew broader. That grin, however, disappeared when Omega Woman walked in the door, holding each sidekick in one strong hand by the scruff of their necks. Panthress narrowed her eyes at the blonde. Well, Omega Whore was a lot tougher than Azure Angel, but she had some tricks that would take care of this bitch and then they would have fun playing with her. "Have you come to play with me sweetie?" purred Panthress and she ran her hands over her large breasts and then grabbed her cock once more and pointed it at Omega Woman. "Nope," said Omega Woman calmly and gave the two sidekicks another hard shake when they tried to squirm free. I'm just here to make sure its a fair fight." "fair fight?" echoed Panthress. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Omega Woman didn't say anything, but just stepped aside and Azure Angel stepped into the room. Panthress started to laugh, but then she saw the look in the Asian heroine's eyes and fell silent. The villainess lunged out of the bed, but was met by a spinning kick to the head and things got worse after that. "Azure Angel to Night Raven," she said into her communicator. "Three pussies for pickup." * * * The five members of the Knockout Gang were sitting around a table, drinking and playing strip poker. Hypo had already lost her top and she scowled at her cards and figured she was about to lose her bottoms as well unless she could bluff Gas. Before she could decide whether to raise or fold, however, a net dropped from the ceiling and covered all five of the players and the table. "What the fuck?" snarled Chloro as he tried to get up and just managed to get himself and the others more entangled. Lady Midnight strolled into the room and gave them a less than friendly look. "Maybe they will let you continue your game in jail," she suggested and reached into the sleeve of Chloro's black top and pulled out a couple of aces. "Damn, maybe I should have waited to see how this hand turned out eh?" The dark skinned heroine smiled at Hypo. "I suspect it would have ended with you sucking his cock." Just keep talking you dumb bitch, thought Taser as she strained to reach her holstered gun. Once I get a hand on it, you will be singing a different tune. There got it! Taser quickly drew her gun and pointed it at Lady Midnight. "Wait Taser, there is something weird about this net," yelled Hypo, but it was too late as Taser pulled the trigger and fired the electrified probe at the smiling heroine. The net was a bit unusual as it had metallic fibers woven into it and when the electric probe touched one, the entire charge of the gun was amplified and fed back into the five members of the Knockout Gang. "Lady Midnight to Night Raven," said the African-American heroine. "Five morons down by a TKO and ready to travel." * * * It had been a bad day for Dragon Queen. She still hadn't been able to track down the genetic sequence that gave those new eggs their transporter powers. As long as she couldn't find and control it, that made them very dangerous to work with. The thought of being caught and fucked by ne of her own experiments was not appealing to her. She had finally retired to her bedroom and was currently soothing her nerves with the large black dildo she kept specifically for that purpose. Suddenly Dragon Queen's bedroom door swished open and two of her black clad ninjas ran in. Dragon Queen paused in mid stroke to glare at them. "How many times do I have to tell you morons to knock before coming in? Now get the hell out before I feed you to my mutants." The two ninjas didn't say anything but simply moved to either side of the bed. That was when Dragon Queen noticed the huge mounds in their tops. She didn't have any female ninjas, so what the hell? She was about to point this fact out when the two removed their hoods to reveal Got Gal and Got Chic and two pairs of strong hands seized her before she could move. "Hey DQ, we've got a little score to settle with you," said Got Gal and she wasn't smiling. "Go fuck yourself," snarled Dragon Queen. "That looks more like what you were doing," said Got Chick as she pulled the juice slicked dildo from the villainess's snatch. "You can yell all you want, but all your ninjas are out cold and tied up. On the other hand, I am tired of hearing your smug voice." With that, Got Chic jammed the dildo into Dragon Queen's mouth and produced a roll of duct tape to fasten it in place. "I'd work on breathing through your nose DQ," said Got Gal as she took the roll of duct tape and trussed up the scientist securely. The busty, blonde heroine than pulled out her communicator. "Got Gal to Night Raven, we have DQ and her minions. You better send a big van." * * * Nightmare Witch hummed to herself as she finished editing her video and tried to upload it to the contest site. It didn't seem to be working and she frowned. She tried again with no luck, but then a text chat window opened on her screen. "Sorry, we are having technical difficulties. Please stand by and it will be fixed shortly." read the message. A few minutes went by and Nightmare Witch was tapping her fingers on the desk and glaring at the screen as she got madder and madder. She was still staring intently at the offending message when Hexanna stepped through the portal behind her and crowned her over the head with her skull staff. "Hexanna to Night Raven, one twisted bitch ready to go," said the sorceress into her communicator. * * * The Geek was staring at the same text message Nightmare Witch had received when he tried to upload his video to the contest site. Unlike the witch, he was far more tech savvy to put it mildly and he had hacked the contest site days ago in case he wanted to do things like rig the contest. Something was very wrong here he decided as he tried to creep around the files on the site. Suddenly an alarm went off and he stared at the new message and wanted to laugh. Someone was trying to infect his computer with a trojan? Good luck, it would have to be a piece of software from another dimenssion or the future or something like that to have a chance against his custom security programs. The smile vanished when the trojan raced through his defences like the Aberration through the She Legion last month. This wasn't good thought the Geek and he decided to get out while the getting was good. He raced to his door and dashed out only to trip over an outthrust foot and go sprawling on his face. "Going somewhere geeky? asked Flag Girl as she blew a huge bubble and snapped it. The Geek tried to scramble up, but Ms. Americana picked him up by the collar and held him there with his feet dangling. While this gave him a great view down her front, he wasnt in the mood to appreciate it right now. He watched as she cocked her fist. "You wouldn't hit someone with glasses would you?" he whined? "Of course not," said the Queen of Justice sweetly and reached up and gently removed the villain's glasses and handed them to Flag Girl for safe keeping. A few minutes later, Flag Girl opened her communicator. "Hey Night Raven this is Flag Girl, we got one geek for you, but he might need a bit of patching up. The good news is his glasses are still intact." * * * When the final call came in from Flag Girl, Nancy left Night Raven to finish looking after her father and after giving the girl another long kiss, headed for home. Night Raven's idea to back track the villains to their lairs using the trojan and the contest web site had been brilliant. The heroine had contacted the other She Legionmembers and they had been only too willing to get some of their own back at their assailants. They had put a littlemore planning into the operation and it had gone off smoothly. There were still a few of the major villains on the loose, most notably the Aberration, but a lot of them were now stashed away in MaxHold. Hopefully, the new prison would do better with them than it had with Golden Qilin. The new transporter block from Professor Werder should help with that. When she got home, Nancy found a hot pizza waiting for her on the rickety kitchen table in her apartment and wondered how Mr. Wong had known as she turned on the tv to catch the news while she ate. Tonya O'Donnell and Megan Fitzpatrick both had detailed reports on the arrest of the villains. The good publicity sure wouldn't hurt when it came to fighting the stupid hero registration thing. The next item on the news was not nearly so good as it was another report on the imminent closure of Bridge House and Nancy turned off the tv. While she ate, the detective began to haul stuff out of her trenchcoat pockets and organize it. The Trapster had gone through her pockets and mixed everything up. The blonde frowned when she came to a piece of paper and finally remembered where it had come from. Nancy checked the date and pulled out her tablet to look something up. She suddenly gasped and almost dropped the slice of pizza she was holding as she looked from the paper to her tablet and back again. "Well, this is a fine kettle of fish," said the detective and went back to eating pizza while she thought about what to do next. The End