Delta City PI #37 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 members of the She Legion are 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 as long as you try and keep their characters in line with what has been depicted in these stories. You can send all feedbck to: troi@hotmail.com Nancy woke up alone in her small bed, already missing the love and friendship of her visitors from Valley Springs. Norman had finished his legal work or at least the portion that required him to be in Delta City and he had driven back to Valley Springs the previous night, taking Rose and Dawn with him. The two women had mixed feelings about leaving the big city and the excitement, but the attack on the beach had provided enough excitement to last them both a while. Nancy showered and ate cold pizza for breakfast before heading out the door to go to her office. She picked up the morning edition of the Delta City Times, complements of her infatuated paperboy. "SHE LEGION OUTLAWED" Nancy scowled at the headline and wished she didn't belive it, but she knew it was all too true. It was insane, but it was true. Between the Delta City Freedom broadcasts and the damn Delta City Improvement Committee propaganda, the general public of Delta City had somehow become convinced against all logic that the She Legion was the problem. Even the heroic actions of the She Legion and others like Dolphin Woman at the beach had somehow been twisted. People, who had not been at the beach, were not listening to the more responsible members of the press like Tonya O'Donnell and Megan Fitzpatrick, and oh my how much that latter had changed. Instead, the people were listening to the things that fed their fears and their prejudices. Nancy thought they had the broadcasts blocked, but somehow another Delta City Freedom broadcast had come through last night. The detective wondered if the television stations weren't just allowing them in now to boost ratings. Even standing here on her apartment steps, she could all too vividly recall the latest broadcast. "This is Randy Oaks for Delta City Freedom. Yesterday's altercation at Delta City Beach was the latest example of the disregard the She Legion vigilantees have for the safety and welfare of the people of Delta City. While they claim to be the defenders of the city, it is their presence in the city that is provoking attacks by creatures such as those at the public beach yesterday." The screen had then faded out from Oaks to show people screaming and running in panic from the water pursued by the monstrous shark like creatures. It was notable in not showing a single image of the people being rescued by the She Legion. That had taken mighty good editing, thought Nancy bitterly. "Even in the midst of this horrendous attack on innocent civilians," went on Oaks, "the usual indecency of the SheLegion was all too evidently on display." The video had then zoomed in on Omega Woman, who had been naked except for her mask, gloves and boots as she flew over the beach. Of course there was no mention that minutes before she had saved two women from a group of mutoids and instead of being congratulated, had been attacked by the police. The police had even allowed and encouraged the mutoids to rape the heroine. Still, when the alarm came in from the beach, Omega Woman had insisted on helping. "Mayor Franklin and city council have taken the courageous and moral response that was required by the situation," said Oaks. "The She Legion has been outlawed and if they persist in their illegal activities, they will be arrested and prosecuted. Thousands of people were highly traumatized by their actions yesterday. Who will pay for those medical costs? A case can certainly be made for a class action lawsuit to obtain compensation from the She Legion for their reckless disregard for public decency and safety." Nancy couldn't remember who had said it, but she recalled a quote from some historical figure, probably a politician. that said if you were going to lie, tell big lies. If the lie was outrageous enough, people would believe it, because they would think no one would ever make up such a whopper. * * * Pascal Towers, spin doctor for Skylar Bridge sat back in his chair in his office on Bridge's Island and smiled broadly as he finished watching the latest Delta City Freedom broadcast. Things were going rather nicely, he thought and clicked a button on his computer to open a very long distance video call. "Who?" said the dark haired, not quite human looking man who answered. Towers frowned and then snapped his fingers and now a rather smaller, bland faced man sat in his chair. "Oh, it's you," said Danial. "I do hope you aren't calling to tell me about another fuck up like what happened with the Dark Mage." "Hey that wasn't my fault," said the man who had been playing Pascal Towers, the PR man for Skylar Bridge and the brains behind the Delta City Freedom broadcasts. "That stupid bitch of a private eye keeps fucking things up. I am starting to think there is more to her than we realized." Danial hid a smirk. He and Danielle hadn't bothered to tell the murderous moron about the detective's other dimension origins. If he couldn't figure that out by himself, why bother telling him. Still, he was a useful, murderous moron. "Out of curiosity," said Danial changing the topic, "was there ever a real Pascal Towers?" "Oh yes," said the man. "I'm sure they will find his body someday. In the meantime, I have given you what you wanted. The She Legion is totally on the defensive now. Soon they will be all cowering in their HQ, afraid to venture out in case they get attacked or arrested." "Yes, you have delivered in this case," admitted Danial. Once we drive the She Legion back into their den, "I believe one of our new recruits has some pets that will be most useful in further stimulating them. * * * "How come you weren't at the Mayor's press conference yesterday?" asked Tawnee Lion as she pressed her breast tight into Captain Glory's chest as they stood beside the bed in the motel room. "Probably because I didn't want to lose my lunch listening to that crap he is spouting," said the hero in a quiet voice. "What are you talking about?" purred Tawnee in sudden fright as she reached a hand down to try and grab the moron's cock through his pants. Oh goddess, he did have such a large, wonderful cock even if he was so straight and narrow. Captain Glory intercepted the buxom blonde's hand before it reached its target and then held her away from him and looked directly into her eyes. "Im sorry Elaine, but it is all over between us." "What do you mean?" Tawnee asked and then stopped and now the fear had doubled. "What, what did you call me?" "Elaine," replied Captain Glory. "As in Elaine Grossman which was your birth name. You have had quite a few inbetween that and Tawnee Lion. Quite a few names and quite a record. The latest information says that you are stooging for Kitty Kat now. Is that true?" "That, that's all in my past," stammered Tawnee, thinking furiously. "I have reformed. I'm working for the Delta City Improvement Committee now to try and make the city a better place." "By attacking the She Legion members?" asked Captain Glory. "Those sluts?" scoffed Tawnee. "You have seen how they behave. You described some of their actions to me yourself. They are a danger and menace to the city." "It didn't seem that way at the beach yesterday," said the male hero. "I know their costumes are ridiculous and their posing is stupid, but I saw brave women putting their lives on the line against those monsters. I didn't see you there. I didn't see the MATS officers until after the creatures were driven off. That made me do some thinking and got my head back on straight, or at least straighter. That's when I did what I should have done at the moment we met and I started looking into your background." "Don't be like this baby," said Tawnee, trying once more to press her body against his. "We are great together." Captain Glory just shook his head. "Sorry, Tawnee, but it is all over between us. This is goodby." "It doesn't have to be," cried Tawnee. "Ok, so I lied to you. Yes, I am working for Kitty Kat. So what? She is going to be on the winning side in this battle. Join us! Take the power we are offering you. What has your heroic actions gotten you? A second rate shield and a motorcycle that can carry all yur possessions when it isn't broken down? We can offer you so much more and that includes my body which I know you have enjoyed a lot these last few weeks." "Don't remind me of my stupidity," growled Captain Glory. "You may be a lot sexier than Darth Vader, but I am not joining the dark side." Tawnee stepped back and now her blue eyes flashed with anger. "You sanctimonius hypocrite!" and she slapped the hero hard across the face. "You criticized the She Legion for their lewd ways, but you were happy to fuck my brains out with that huge cock of yours. You were as big a whore as they are. You sold your support to me for being able to stick your cock in my cunt and now you get all righteous? I'm giving you one more chance. Forget this hero bullshit and get on board with the winning team or die with the rabble." Captain Glory didn't even rub his stinging cheek or say another word. A moment later the motel door clicked shut as he strode across the parking lot to his beat up motorcycle and left Tawnee fuming in the motel room. * * * Green Spectre and Spectre Girl prowled across the rooftops on patrol. It wasn't even noon yet and normally Axanna Morgan would be in her office working and Summer Morgan would be attending classes at Delta City University or possibly cutting those classes to go shopping, but there had been so many reports of weird creatures in the city that all the heroines were out and about. The pair were moving around some type of shed on the roof of their current building and scanning the sky and other buildings for signs of trouble when a fist lashed out from around the corner of the shed and sent the senior heroine flying backwards. Spectre Girl gave a cry and was shouldered aside by a large man in black who was moving to follow up on his attack on Green Spectre. The sidekick whirled to attack the man, but before she could, a second man in all black seemed to come out of nowhere and grab at her uniform. Before the young blonde could blink, her top and bottom were ripped away, leaving her virtually naked and she instinctively tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. "Don't bother sweetie," said Biff Bilbo as he tossed the girl''s costume over his shoulder and smirked at her discomfiture. I like what I am seeing and intend to do more than just look." "You tell her bro," said Bart Bilbo as he reached down and grabbed a stunned Green Spectre and in a similar fashion to his brother, ripped off the older heroine's costume. He also discarded the costume and held the struggling blonde by the throat with one hand while groping her large, soft breasts with the other. To her credit, Spectre Girl got one good kick at Biff Bilbo as he advanced on her, but she was no match for his super speed and the sidekick felt herself being grabbed and shoved hard face first into the dirty, grimy wall of the roof shed and what sounded like pigeons squaked inside at the bang against their walls. Spectre Girl's perky, young tits were pressed into the wall and she felt a spike of dread go through her as Biff's knee forced her legs apart. Then she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and drew breath for a scream of outrage, but before she could utter a sound Biff's cock drove deep into her teen pussy. Green Spectre's eyes widened with anger and outrage as she saw her daughter being violated in front of her, but then she had problems of her own to deal with as Bart slapped her hard across the face and then dropped her onto her knees. The blonde heroine looked up with watering eyes when she heard the sound of another sipper and then something hard and warm was rubbing over her face. "Come on Greenie, suck on it," commanded Bart Bilbo. "You know you want to. All you heroines are cocksucking sluts at heart." Green Spectre could hear moans coming from Summer as she was raped. Initially, they were moans of protest and anger, but they were already turning to moans of pleasure as the damn Aphrodite gene took over and began to demand an orgasm. Green Spectre's mouth gaped open in protest and Bart's large cock rammed past her lips and quickly buried itself in her throat. The large man thrust his dick in and out hard and fast several times and the blonde heroine felt her resistance fading as her own Aphrodite heritage started to assert itself and she began to actively suck and lick avidly on the cock fucking her face. "That's a good slut Greenie," snickered Bart as he felt the heroine start to work on his cock with her lips and tongue. "Prison makes a man horny and I got a definite need to blast a load in your mouth." "You tell her bro," laughed Biff as he began to pick up speed and intensity with his thrusts into the moaning slut of a sidekick. He didn't mind his brother getting Green Spectre while he got the sidekick as he loved teen pussy even more than MILF pussy. He could already feel his balls starting to tighten up and knew he wasn't far from cream pieing the little bitch. "How about it Spectre Girl?," he asked. "Do you want me to cum in that hot litle snatch of yours?" Spectre Girl tried desperately to say "no", but her body was saying "yes, yes, yes" as her pussy squeezed the huge cock hammering relentlessly into it. "Yeah, I thought you wanted it," smirked Biff and he gave a grunt and an inarticulate cry as he unloaded his semen into the girl's dripping pussy. "Fill that cunt up good bro," laughed Bart as he grabbed the back of Green Spectre's head and pulled her face all the way down onto his cock and also began to shoot his cum down the woman's gasping, clenching throat. The two brothers had just pulled their dicks from the super heroine pair and were contemplating their next move when they were struck by a pair of avenging angels from the sky. Got Gal smashed into Bart at the same moment that Got Chic's fist connected with Biff's face. Startled though they had been, however, the two villains quickly recovered and dashed off across the rooftops. The Got Gals hesitated in their pursuit, torn between chasing the villains and aiding their fallen comrades. by the time the hesitation passed, the decision was taken out of their hands as the Bilbo brothers disappeared from sight and the pair landed beside their friends. "Are yu ok Spectre Girl?" asked Got Chic as she helped her fellow sidekick to her feet. "Oh fuck, I didn't cum," moaned Spectre Girl and wrapped her arms around the startled black teen and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Help me cum Got Chic," she panted as she broke the kiss and before Anita could react, she felt herself being pulled down onto the roof and Spectre Girl's pussy with Biff Bilbo's cum dripping from it shoved into her face. The smell of the cum and Spectre Girl's pussy kicked in her own Aphrodite response and the ebony skinned teen almost automatically stuck out her tongue and began to lap at the moist folds in front of her face. "Oh fuck yes, eat me out," gasped Spectre Girl. Got Gal and Green Spectre stood there gaping at their two sidekicks for several seconds before turning to face each other and then they began to kiss passionately with Got Gal trying to vacuum any of Bart's cum she could find from the mouth of her fellow heroine. Green Spectre reached around the other blonde and cupped her ass in both hands and ground her bare breasts into those of the other woman. "I need to cum too," gasped Green Spectre and paused only long enough to rip open Got Gal's top and let those huge orbs out to play before pulling Got Gal down on top of her. A few seconds later, Got Gal was lapping at Green Spectre's pussy with as much fervor as her sidekick was doing with Spectre Girl. From several rooftops away, Biff and Bart Bilbo were looking back at the two lesbian couplings through binoculars. "Hey bro, that aphrodisiac we put on our dicks seems to have caught another pair of fish," laughed Biff. "Sure does bro," agreed Bart "You reckon we should go back and help ourselves to a second course?" "Probably not," sighed Biff. "It won't last much longer and their mouth and pussy probably washed most of the stuff off.," "Yeah, too bad," agreed Bart. "Oh well, we can always get another coating and look for some more fish in the sea." With another long lingering glance at the activity behind them, the two brothers turned and sped away. When both Green Spectre and Spectre Girl finally climaxed and coated the Got Gal's faces with their honey, the four heroines sat up and looked at each other in stunned silence. "Why the hell did we do that?" asked Got Gal as she tucked her boobs back into her top and wiped off her face with the back of her hand. "Er, I don't know," replied Green Spectre as she found her costume and started to get dressed. "Um, I think our action report should just say we er engaged with the Bilbo Brothers and they managed to get away." "Oh yeah, like that will fool someone like Flag Girl," groaned Spectre Girl. "I can see the smirk on her face already." "Well, look at the bright side," said Got Chic and went on when Spectre Girl gave her a questioning look. "There aren't any pictures or video this time." * * * Shieled crept down the alley carefully watching for ambushes. She had heard a faint cry for help emenating from this garbage strewn passage, but she had been tricked before by such things. The alley, however, appeared to be totally devoid of life as she looked around. I must be hearing things, she thought, unless ... and she had just started to look up when a long slimy tongue wrapped itself around her chest and yanked her upwards and through a window into what looked like an abandoned apartment while her shield clattered to the ground in the alley. The teen found herself dropped onto a filthy mattress and struggled to get up even as a heavy weight settled onto her bck. "My name is Lizzie," said a female voice. Looking back over her shoulder, however, Shield saw that what was pinning her down was no ordinary woman or even a woman at all. The creature was half lizard in the front and half beetled insect at the back. The female voice came from a second, humanoid head, grafted on top of the lizard head. The thing grinned at her to display razor sharp teeth set in a mouth below yellow eyes and long red hair. "What are you? What do you want?" cried the young heroine as she struggled in vain to get free. "Why to fuck you of course," said Lizzie. Shield lowered her gaze from the thing's face and saw a large black cock slide into view looking like some well oiled rod as clear fluid dripped steadilyfrom it. "Then I am going to eat you," said Lizzie with a toothy smile. Shield's eyes went wide in alarm at this statement, but she didn't have very long to dwell on it as she felt the claws at the ends of the insect like appendages start to rip at her costume. In seconds it was shredded and her large young breasts were dangling free under her while she felt the oily looking cock pressing against her pussy lips. "I won't bother asking any heroine in Delta City if they are a virgin" snickered Lizy and then she rammed six inches of her black rod home into the teen heroine. Feelings of shame and anger warred with the increasing sense of pleasure flooding the young heroine's body as her damned Aphrodite genes responded in the only way they could. That meant as the thing began to pound her inhuman cock into her with increasing speed and ferocity that Shield found herself getting wetter and her entire body building towards a climax. "Oh, you are so tasty," hissed Lizzie. "Such a tight, warm cunt. You don't know how hard it is to get pussy like this where I come from. Of course if we stopped eating them after we fuck them, we would get more use out of their pussies, but one can't fight nature." "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeooooooo," screamed Shield despite her fear as she came and gushed out her juices all over the thing's cock that continued to piledrive in and out of her pussy. "That's it sweetie," crooned Lizzie, "cum on my cock. You might as well enjoy the last few moments of your life. You can consider my cum an internal marinade if you like, though I expect enough will drip out to season all of you." Through the haze of her orgasm, Shield suddenly felt her pussy being flooded with a thick warm goo and she triedd desperately to focus her thoughts and call her shield to her mentally, but the pleasure was just too great. "Time to go bye bye," said Lizzie and opened her mouth to display those razor sharp teeth and begin preparing supper. Shield felt hot, fetid breath on her neck and steeled herself for the pain, but it didn't come. What came was a loudTHUNK sound as of something metal colliding with flesh. The heroine opened her eyes and saw Captain Glory standing there holding his square shield that was currently coated with gore, more of which was now dripping down on her hair and back, realized Shield. "I, er, saw your shield laying in the alley," said the male hero and he propped Shield's round shield against the wall beside the heroine's head. "It's um, kind of like AmericanExpress. Never leave home without it." "Shield managed to rise up, shoving the dead Lizzie off her and feeling the still hard cock pop out of her pussy with a lewd noise. "Thanks old man," she said standing up on shaky legs and starting to look around for her costume to see if anything could be salvaged from it. "I don't suppose you could stop calling me that?" asked Captain Glory who was doing his best not to notice the naked body of the girl, though his Adonis genes were doing their best to activate his dick. "Stop calling you what?" muttered Shield as she looked at the tatters of her uniform and tried to fashion at least a few strips to cover the essentials until she could get to her spare uniform. Before CaptainGlory could reply, however, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. "Duck old man," she yelled and grabbed her shield and threw it in one quick motion. The male hero had ducked instinctively at her barked order and the thrown round shield decapitated the second Lizzie that had been about to take a bite out of him. "Ok, I guess you can keep calling me old man," said Captain Glory getting to his feet and looking down at the thing that had nearly got him. "I must be getting old if I didn't hear that thing sneaking up on me!" * * * Tawnee Lion screamed as the whip made contact with her ass again. The busty blonde hung naked from chains attached to the ceiling while Kitty Kat stood behind her holding the whip that had just left a bright red welt on the blonde's ass. "Do you think you have been punished enough for your failure yet?" asked Kitty Kat. "Please Mistress," begged Tawnee, "I did my best to seduce him and bring him to our side. I really tried everything I could." Kitty Kat gave an unpleasant smile and ran her hand over the suspended womans shapely ass. "Well, I suppose you did," she acknowledged at last and gestured at Morris to let the woman down from the chains. Tawnee collapse to the floor of the lair and still frightened she looked over at her mistress. "Come over here Tawnee and put that mouth of yours to good use while I think," said Kitty Kat as she sat back on a large sofa pulled down her bottoms and spread her thighs in invitation. Tawnee hurriedly crawled over to her mistress and began to lap at the dripping pussy that had been offered to her. Anything was better than more whipping, especially because Kitty Kat didn't always know when to stop playing with her toys and sometimes those toys got broken real bad. "That stupid boy scout was my last hope of getting the PUssycat Club," muttered Kitty Kat as she ran her fingers through Tawnee's silken blonde hair. "Well, if I can't have it, then no one will." * * * When Night Raven woke up, the first thing she noticed was a difficulty in breathing. Something thick and long was plugging up her throat as it slid back and forth and it took her fogged brain a few moments to recognize it for what it was, namely someone's cock. A short time after this, the heroine became aware of pain in both her pussy and ass and then there were a few additional moments before the realization that this was because there were cocks shoved in those openings as well. The heroine lay there, trying to remember where "there" was and how she had ended up in this situation yet again for another little while, during which the cocks continued to hammer in and out of her orifices. It finally came flooding back in. There had been a mugger that she had been chasing when some MATS officers had shown up and stunned her. Had they left her stunned and vulnerable to whoever wanted to abuse her? She finally opened her eyes to look and found herself looking up into the helmeted face of one of the MATS officers. She was being raped not by criminals, but by the police! A few seconds after this realization struck her, Night Raven found herself gagging on a blast of cum that filled her mouth and she was forced to swallow the thick goo or suffocate. She had just finished doing this when the dicks in her pussy and ass unloaded into her. Damn, she was not going to just lie here and take it and she struggled to get up as she felt the two cocks slide out of her. That was when she discovered her hands were cuffed over her head. Blearily, she looked back as best she could to see her arms fastened to a "No Parking" sign. The heroine was still trying to process that when three new cocks were shoved into her. * * * "There is no damn way I am going to talk to that woman," said Cyril as he sat in his chair in his office and glared at the blonde standing in front of him. "She's your mother Cyril," pointed out Nancy, "not some crazed super villain." "I would sooner talk to one of them" snapped the club owner. "At least they aren't two face liars. You know they are evil and are out to kill you." Nancy sighed. "I think it is time you and your mother talked and tried to reconcile your differences. Some of them go back thirty years and they are growing mold." "Nothing can make me talk to her," replied Cyril with a scowl. Nancy started to unbuttonher blouse. "Nothing?" she asked innocently. "Wait, what are you doing?" protested Cyril as he stared at the detective as enough buttons came undone so her large breasts popped out. "Tsk, tsk, a strip club owner who can't recognize a woman taking her clothes off," said Nancy as she removed the blouse and started to unbuckle her skirt. "Stop trying to be a smart ass," snapped Cyril who wanted to look away but couldn't. "Does this look like a smart ass?" answered Nancy sweetly as she dropped the skirt and turned around to give Cyril a good view of the round globes of her ass and then gave it a hard smack just for the effect of it. "It sure as hell does," replied Cyril. Nancy turned around and pulled down her panties to display her shaved pussy to him. "What about my pussy, does it look like a good little kitty?" she asked as she moved towards him around the desk. "This isn't going to work," answered Cyril. "You can't bribe me with sex to talk to my mother!" Nancy climbed onto Cyril's lap, facing him. "Oh, I dont know," she said. "I can certainly feel some hard evidence that it might work." "What might work?" asked Trudy coming into the office with an inventory of the wine in stock. The bartender stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the naked blonde in Cyril's lap. "Ooops, I suppose this inventory can wait," she said, but made no move to leave. Cyril cut his eyes from Nancy to Trudy which was quite a difficult thing to do considering some of the things on display only scant inches from his face. "I thought you said the inventory could wait?" he said to the woman when he saw her just standing there and making no move to leave. "Yep, I did," agreed Trudy. "It can wait until you two are done. That doesn't mean that I plan to leave and miss the show though." "Let's make the show more interesting then shall we," cooed the detective. Nancys hand reached down and undid Cyril's zipper and then slipped inside to grasp his cock and pull it out into view. Cyril had almost a look of panic on hisface for a second as Nancy shifted and positioned the head of his cock at her slit and then slid down on it, taking it deep into her pussy. Trudy moved to the side of the desk to get a better view of the thick black cock disappearing into Nancy's white pussy. "Wow, that's hot," she said. "What's hot?" asked Frank coming into the office with the list of dancers for the evening and stopped dead in his tracks. "Nancy is fucking Cyril to try and get him to talk to his mother," said Trudy. "Well, I guess the list of dancers can wait for a while then," replied Frank and like Trudy, he made no move to leave. "Ahhhhhhh," gasped Cyril as Nancy began to ride up and down on his cock, trapping him in his chair, though he didn't really want to leave it. "Why don't you just call everyone in here to watch?" he finally gasped out to Trudy and Frank with as much sarcasm as his frazzled brain could muster. "Good idea," said Trudy and she only took her eyes off the scene in the chair long enough to stick her head out the door and yell. "Hey Phoebe Sahara, everyone. Get in here. Nancy is fucking Cyril to make him talk to his mother." There was the sound of running feet and Phoebe skidded into the office, followed by everyone else who had heard the call. "Now are you going to talk to your mother?" asked Nancy as she pushed herself up and down on Cyril's cock, and thrust her boobs into his face. "No, never!" cried Cyril defiantly. "I thought torture was against the Geneva convention or something," said Paige. "If that's torture, then I want to be tortured like that," said Frank. "Do yu think he will give in?" Maria asked Jerome quietly from where they stood hand in hand watching the big titted private eye riding the huge black cock. "I know I would if she, er you were doing that to me," replied Jerome. "Suck on my tits Cyril," ordered Nancy as she rubbed her breasts into the pimp's face and squeezed her pussy tighter around his shaft. I am only human thought Cyril as he gave in and began to suck on one of Nancy's erect pink nipples. "Good man," gasped Nancy. "Now will you talk to your mother?" "Alright, alright," moaned Cyril. "I will give her ten minutes." "It will take at least an hour," replied Nancy as she sped up her pace and the chair rocked back and forth dangerously. "ok, an hour," wheezed Cyril. "Now for the love of God Nancy, I am going to cum." "Good," moaned the blonde detective. , "Then yur reward for agreeing to start being reasonable is you can decide where you want to cum." "Choose her pussy," moaned Trudy who was playng with her own breasts as she watched Nancy ride Cyril's cock. "Her face," put in Frank. "That's always my favourite." "Her boobs," yelled Maria and then looked surprised and embarrassed at her outburst. "ok, boobs it is," gasped Cyril. Nancy dismounted from Cyril's cock and promptly knelt in front of him, holding up her 38F breasts for his target. "Ok, sugar, cream them if you can." Cyril grabbed his cock in his hands and gave it several long hard strokes and there was a cheer from the onlookers as a blast of cum shot out of his cock and splattered over Nancy's breasts. this was followed by another and then a third and a fourth until the detective's full breasts were coated in jizz. When Cyril had stopped cumming, Nancy looked around the room at the watching faces. "Does anyone want to clean these off?" she asked as she continued to cup her tits. There were numerous voolunteers, but in the end, it was decided that Maria got the honour as it had been her suggestion that had carried the day. It took a little coaxing, but the girl finally began to lap the spunk from Nancy's tits which was the first time doing anything sexual with another woman. This was not something she dared tell Father O'Brian at her next confession. Hearing about it might give the old man a heart attack in the confessional. * * * Commissioner Borden felt odd as he walked from his limo and up the steps to Police HQ. In some ways, he felt better than he had in months and in other ways he felt much worse. He couldn't remember anything about the last couple of days and that worried him. Lydia had told him it was due to a fever he had been running. Probably one of those 48 hour flu bugs that went around. Well if that was the case, it seemed to have burned out of his system and left him feeling rather refreshed and ready to tackle the challenges of his job more than he had wanted to in some time. That thought brought a frown to his face. His job. He had learned that he was now just Police Commissioner and that Franklin had given the Chief of Police job to Hawk. Doing both jobs had been a strain, so maybe that was all to the good? Hawk would still report to him after all. Then there was the She Legion issue. Outlawed? What the hell had Franklin and city council been thinking? Sure, he often resented the superior way those big boobed heroines acted, but a threat to the city? Get real. Borden frowned again. He could recall some of his own statements and actions regarding the She Legion in the last month or so. What the hell had he been thinking? Maybe stupidity was contagious? Maybe he was going senile early? All of a sudden his enthusiasm for his return to his job seemed to dwindle. Oh god, sometimes he missed those first few weeks on the job when simple Officer Borden had done his best to live up to the oath of service he had taken. Well his partner Tug Ramsey had beat that out of him soon enough hadn't he? Borden recalled hearing Ramsey had died of lung cancer a few months back. Couldn't have happened to a nasstier guy, he thought fondly. There was a sudden commotion behind Borden and he turned to see a MATS van pull up and start disgorging half a dozen officers and a mostly naked woman. All the woman had on was a mask and boots while her body was covered in what was obviously cum. The cum also dripped from her ass and pussy. With a shock, Borden realized it was one of the heroines. The mask which was also coated in cum told him it was Night Raven and Borden stood there frozen in shocked anger. The commissioner didn't understand why he was so angry. It wasn't just the clear violation of a prisoner and there was no doubt who had been doing the violating from the smirks on the faces of the MATS officers. For reasons he couldn't understand, Commissioner Borden had always been the fondest of Night Raven among the members of the She Legion. She rarely sassed him back or gave him grief the way some of the others like Ms. Americana did, so it shocked and angered him to see her being treated like this by his own men. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded as he strode up to the heroine and the group of officers. "The bitch was operating without a license," smirked one of the men. "So, we had to take her down." Borden looked at Night Raven and she met his eyes briefly before looking down at her feet. Was that shame he had seen in her eyes? Something more? "If she was violating the law, then the proper procedure was to arrest her, not rape her!" snapped Borden and the look on his face and the tone of his voice wiped away all the smiles on the faces of the men in front of him. You gutless bastards," spat a new female voice and it took Borden a few seconds to locate it as Champion Girl, Omega Woman and Amazing Babe all touched down a few yaards away. It had been Omega Woman who had spoken and the large breasted blonde heroine strode forward pushing Borden's men aside and snapping the hand cuffs that pinned Night Raven's arms behind her back. The naked heroine immediately tried to cover herself as she threw another quick glance at Commissioner Borden as if for some reason it was his seeing her naked that most unnerved her. "Hey, she was breaking the law!" complained one of the MATS troopers. "She was stopping a fucking mugger," snapped Champion Girl. "A mugger you didn't even bother to arrest." Omega Woman gathered a still silent Night Raven into her arms and glared first at the MATS officers and then at Borden. "We aren't going to forget this," she snarled and then the hree heroines leapt back into the air, taking Night Raven with them. * * * Dick Herbert had already seen Tatianna, so Nancy decided that she would join Cindy as a red head for the day thanks to a wig from Phoebe's inexhaustible supply. The detective had added a pair of sea green contacts and a slinky black dress to go with the change inhair colour. The dress wasn't quite whore level, but it did display a lot of cleavage and leg. Enough so, that she rather fancied the good professor would be more than distracted and not thinking she looked familiar if he stared at her face too long. Clark Kent could fool anyone with his glasses and cleavage served the same function for her. Accordingly, it was the red haired Rebecca who sat on a barstool in the Naked Parrot this time. She would have had to improvise if Herbert had shown up with a date, but her discreet inquiries had shown he normally came alone about this time of night and the detective gave a small smile as she saw the man enter as she looked at the mirror behind the bar and saw he was alone. Rebecca folowed his progress to a table, the same one in fact that he and the young grad student had shared the last time. She saw him order a drink and start to survey the room, obviously a man on the make. It would be best to let him make the first move, so the newly minted redhead sipped her drink which was some expensive whisky and tasted like someone had squeezed a dishrag into a glass. It took about a half an hour and Rebecca had to turn down a couple of other potential suitors before the bartender offered her a refill complements of the gentleman at the table and he gestured at Herbert. Rebecca thanked the bartender, took a sip of the drink and waited a few minutes so as not to appear too interested before getting up and wandering over to the table where Herbert sat. "I hear I have you to thank for the drink," said Rebecca in a faint Southern accent as if she was trying to suppress one. "I like to treat pretty ladies," said Herbert with a smile and gestured at a chair. Rebecca looked hesitant for a second and then sat down, noticing the man's eyes fixed on her cleavage rather than her face. They exchanged names and Herbert gave her as phny a name as her own. What followed was a half hour or so of idle talk, though several times the man tried to steer the conversation to a racier tone with a joke or a comment. The waitress had just brought them both fresh drinks when Rebecca decided that the time was right to move on to the next stage of her plan and casually put the glass on the table and did a little circle with it on the surface. "What do you mean you don't like black women?" yelled an indignant voice and Nancy turned to look at the bar where Sahara had just thrown her drink in the face of the man sitting next to her on a stool. The man had obviously had too much to drink and now he sat there with a wet face looking confused and trying to remember what he had said to offend the woman. "Bingo," said a quiet voice in Rebecca's ear and she glanced briefly at another table where Cindy Kelly was sitting. There was the sound of a slap and Sahara turned and marched out the door in a huff, leaving the poor, bemused drunk holding his cheek. "Bingo," said Cindy again in Rebecca's ear. "I wonder what that was all about?" said Rebecca as she picked upher drink and took a healthy swig. "Beats me," said Herbert and he smiled as he saw her drink and downed his own glass quickly. The timing had to be done carefully thought Rebecca. Herbert weighed at least sixty pounds more than she did, so the drug would take longer to affect him than it would have her. She waited five minutes and decided it was time to look a little woozy. "I, um suddenly don't feel so good," said Rebecca rubbing her eyes. "I,really hate to do this, but I think I better take a cab home." Herbert even managed to look concerned, the bastard. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Let me get you a cab." He signalled for the waitress and gave her a nice tip as he took Rebecca's arm and walked her to the front door. A car pulled up just as Herbert began to stagger a bit and suddenly Rebecca straightened up and now it was her helping to support him as she guided him into the backseat of the Honda being driven by Sahara. Cindy exited right behind them and got into the front passenger seat. "Mmmmm, maybe I drank a bit too much," murmered Herbert "Where we going babe?" "Twilight motel cabby," said Rebecca. It had certainly helped that Herbert had been a gentleman and shared the same type of drink as she had been drinking. It made switching the glasses after he had drugged hers so much easier. Rebecca manhandled Herbert into the motel room where they had the supplies needed ready. By now, erbert was out like a light and only muttered an uninteligible sound now and then. When the three women were done, they looked down at their handiwork and laughed. Herbert was stripped naked except for a diaper and a pink baby bonnet "He doesn't look much like a distinguished English Literature professor in that getup," said Sahara. "That's the point," said Rebecca as she stripped off her clothes and got onto the bed beside Herbert and pushed one of her nipples into his mouth. The half awake man obliged her by starting to suck on it while his one hand reached out to squeeze Rebecca's other boob. "As a police officer, I really shouldn't be participating in a blackmail," said Cindy as she started to take pictures. "On the other hand, the man is scum and getting him off the streets won't bother my conscience." Once the pictures were taken, Nancy transferred one to Herbert's phone where he would see it as soon as he turned it on. She left her business card tucked into the case of the phone and they left the man in his baby outfit. The three women made their way back to Nancy's apartment for pizza and a little celebration sex. "Well, I dont' know about that poor drunk in the bar, but I like black women," said Nancy as soon as the apartment door closed behind the three of them. To prove her point, the blonde detective leaned into brush her lips lightly against Sahara's while her hands cupped the stripper's large, soft breasts through her low cut silk blouse. "I'm rather partial to them myself," said Cindy as she pressed her body into Sahara's back. "Oh, that is so racist," said Sahara with a mock pout. "I will have you know I am a proud, strong black woman and not some porn site fetish." "Uh huh," agreed Nancy with a longer kiss on the black woman's lips then stepping back to offer Sahara a hand to lead her towards her bed. "No more than busty blondes," agreed Nancy. "Or redheads," put in Cindy as she started to strip off her clothes as she followed the other two. "Fine, just so longas we are clear on that," said Sahara as she undid her blouse and slipped it off to expose her braless soft globes. "Very clear," replied Nancy as she peeled off her own blouse and gave Sahara another kiss, so her white melons mingled with Sahara's mocha mounds. "You know, you really should get a larger bed, considering how much activity this little one gets," said Cindy as she flopped down naked on her back onto the bed. "It is big enough for what we need," said Nancy as she shucked her skirt and panties and move to get between Cindy's spread legs. Anything else Cindy might have said in reply was cut off as a now naked Sahara also got onto the bed and lowered her pussy over the red haired policewoman's face. There was, however, a muffled squeal of pleasure from the redhead a few seconds later when Nancy lips closed around her clit. "Damn girl, you sure do know how to make them squirm," said Sahara as she cupped her large breasts and watched Nancy go to work on Cindy's clit and pussy. Then it was Sahara's turn to become speechless for a moment as Cindy shoved her tongue deep inside the black woman's moist slit and began to lick energetically. As her pleasure rose towards the heights, Cindy gound it more and more difficult to keep her brain from just shutting down and had to concentrate hard on keeping her tongue and lips working on Sahara's pussy. All in all, the policewoman thought she did pretty good as she brought the black stripper to an orgasm only a few seconds after Nancy's skilled mouth got her off. "My turn to be in the middle," panted Sahara a few minutes later when they had all started to recover. * * * Early the following morning, Nancy had just unlocked her office and sat down when there was a loud rap on her office door and she looked up to see an angry Dick Herbert. "Ah, right on time Mr. Herbert," said the private eye. "Please come in and have a seat. Would you like some coffee?" "Fuck you," snarled Herbert as he moved to stand in front of her desk and glower down at her. "No you didn't," corrected Nancy. "Not that you didn't try though, what with putting that drug in my drink, or should I say in Rebecca's drink?" Nancy let her voice take on that slight Southern accent and pulled the red wig from her desk drawer to display it. "I don't know what the fuck you are talking about," replied Herbert. "I dont know anything about drugged drinks except for what you did to mine." "Well, we won't get far until we get the facts straight, said Nancy and pulled out her phone to show Herbert a series of pictures. The first showed Herbert dropping a pill into Rebeca's glass. The second showed Rebecca switching drinks when Herbert was distracted by the slap Sahara had delivered to the unfortunate drunk. The rest of the pictures were of Herbert posed in the motel room. Cindy really was quite a good photographer, thought Nancy. Herbert stared at the pictures and then slumped into one of Nancy's guest chairs. "So, what the fuck do you want?" he growled. Nancy took a small black box from her desk drawer and put it in the center of the desk. It had some blinking red and green lights on it. "What the fuck is that?" asked Herbert suspiciously. "A new type of lie detector," replied Nancy. "I want to make sure you are telling me the truth." "About what?" demanded Herbert. "About you cancelling your plans to blackmail Veronica Tate," replied Nancy. "What?" half yelled Herbert. "I don't know what the fuck you are talking about." The box buzzed and several red lights lit up. "Oh my, there is your first lie," said Nancy. Herbert stared at the box for several long seconds and then looked back to Nancy. "I've got no reason to blackmail Ms. Tate," he said. "I didn't even know she was being blackmailed for that matter." The box buzzed twice more and the lights lit up again. "Oh dear, lies two and three," said Nancy. Herbert glared at the box some more and again returned to look at Nancy. "Ok, fine, I might have heard that someone was blackmailing her." This time the buzzer was more muted and not as many lights went on. "Well, that is not quite as bad a lie," observed Nancy. "Let's call it three and a half shall we? I take it that you learned about Ms. Tate's past from your brother Saul who is Kitty Kat's lawyer?" "I have no idea what you are talking about," yelled Herbert. The buzzer on the box went off and all the red lights came on. "Four and a half lies," said Nancy Calmly. "Want to try that one again?" Herbert was silent for a minut and then sighed. "Ok, fine I heard about how the bitch put herself through grad school from Saul. Somehow Kitty Kat got hold of the information, but never used it." The box remained quiet and no lights came on. "Very good," said Nancy. "Now we are getting somewhere. I have no desire to make this last any longer than I need to, so let me cut to the chase. You are going to hand over all the evidence you have about Ms. Tate's past and in exchange your baby pictures won't see the light of day on the university president's desk. You will also make damn fucking sure you never try and drug another woman again. That latter is in exchange for me not castrating you now or in the future to make sure you don't contribute to the gene pool." It took some more threats and buzzing and lights from the black box before Nancy was satisfied that Herbert had deleted or handed over everything he had on Veronica. He was not a happy man when he left Nancy's office, but he still had his job as a university professor which was more than he deserved. If you took everything away from a man then he had nothing to lose, so leaving him with his job was the smartest thing to do, even if it stung a little. Nancy put the black box back in her desk drawer along with the tiny remote control she had used to manipulate the buzzer and lights. Too bad there wasn't such a new high tech lie detector thought Nancy, it would be a useful device. She had got the fake device from Reggie using her regular eight inch discount which had made the supply expert very happy. * * * At least the Pussycat Club wasn't open for business yet when the first firebomb was thrown. The front of the building caught fire and there was only so much the sprinkler system could do as three more firebombs started more fires. People were pouring out the other entrances when Nancy arrived. The detective scanned the faces of all her friends with relief, but saw no sign of Cyril * * * The 911 operator looked up from her display to see Captain, no make that Chief Hawk standing beside her. "That's a false alarm," Hawk told the woman. "But, but sir" the woman protested. "It's the third call for that location." "It's a false alarm," repeated Hawk. "Terrorists are trying to create a diversion. You will ignore that call. Is that understood?" The 911 operator gulped and nodded her head. * * * "Where is Cyril?" yelled Nancy at Trudy. "I, I don't know. I thought he was right behind me," sobbed the bartender. Nancy turned to head for the door only to have Frank grab her arm. "It's fully engulfed, you can't go in there. I know you are tougher than nails, but you aren't fireproof. It is suicide to go in there. No one can get in there and live." "I can," said a voice and Nancy whirled to see Christine standing there. "I heard about the fire on Twitter and came as quick as I could," she said. "Apparently the fire department hasn't," cried Nancy. "What do you mean you can go in there?" "I've been working on things," said Christine."I can generate heat, so I figured I could absorb it as well. There is no time to tell yu more. Just stay behind me and a little away, because I will get hotter as I absorb the heat into myself." Before Nancy could argue or say anything else Christine sprinted towards the burning building, her body glowing not red, but blue. As she approached the fires nearest her went out as she absorbed their thermal energy into herself. Ten yards back, Nancy could feel the heat starting to radiate off the young blonde. Christine cut a swath through the fire, dodging or stepping over rubble until near the bar, they found where Cyril had fallen, trapped by a falling beam from the ceiling. He was burned and barely breathing, but still alive as Nancy strained her muscles to the utmost and managed to shift the beam. Christine didn't dare try to help the detective as she was so hot now, her touch would have reduced the beam to ash. Nancy slung Cyril over her shoulder and stumbled from the building with Christine leading the way. Once outside, Christine gave Nancy a wan smile. "I have to discharge this energy somewhere safe," she said and her glow turned from blue to white and she soared straight up into the air. Nancy followed her with her eyes as the girl shot straight up a good mile and suddenly there was a bright flare of light and then Nancy's heart stopped as she saw the body plumetting back to earth. Christine wasn't flying, she was in deadfall. Nancy watched the girl drop like a stone and wanted to scream her helplessness, but suddenly another figure was in the air rocketing towards Christine's falling body. The second flyer caught the young blonde and flew quickly to land next to Nancy. "She's still alive," said BB, "but she needs help." At long last a siren sounded and Nancy looked to the street to see not a fire engine as she had expected but an EMT truck all by itself. That would have awoken anger in her, except she recognized Roberta Sanchez and Vic as they sprinted towards them. Nancy and BB surrendered their charges to the paramedics who cleared a space and ordered everyone to back off while they worked. Cindy Kelly arrived a minute later and Nancy could hear her screaming into her radio. "I don't give a fuck if Jesus Fucking Christ told you it was a false alarm. If I don't see fire engines here in three minutes, I will have you up on charges." Nancy turned from the paramedics, Cindy and allher friends to watched the Pussycat Club burn to the ground as finally fire engines could be heard in the distance. The End