Delta City PI #4
by DeannaTroi

This story is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature.  It should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  Lady Midnight is property of Mr. X.  Nancy and all the other characters are mine.  Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep them true to their character as shown in these stories.  You can send any feedback to:

troi@hotmail.com


Nancy glanced at her watch after Danielle left and saw it was after seven.  The Hood affair had taken up the entire afternoon and the blonde detective was famished.  Despite what the writers of bad erotic fiction suggested, a woman could not live by cum alone.  Sure it was high in protein and low in carbs, so you had to wonder why some crazy talk show doctor had not promoted it as the ultimate diet, but Nancy found herself famished.  The detective locked up her office and carried her briefcase out to her battered Honda Civic and headed for home, a shower and food in that order.

There were advantages and disadvantages to her small studio apartment.  On the downside it was a small, shabby basement studio apartment with one window that looked out over a dingy back alley and which she always had to keep covered so the perverts weren't peeking in.  It was also located under a fairly busy pizza place that did mainly takeout and delivery, but had a few battered tables and chairs for the adventuresome to dine in.  It was open until two in the morning which meant a lot of overhead tramping of feet across her ceiling and the smell of baking pizza tended to be omnipresent.  On the plus side, there were a lot worse things it could smell like and the rent was fairly cheap.  Another positive was that there were often pizzas that went unpicked up or undelivered for one reason or another and Mr. Wong would gladly sell those to her at half price.  In fact, if she was especially short on money, the restaurant owner would give them to her for a grope of her boobs when Mrs. Wong was not looking.

Getting tired of  pizza was not a problem for Nancy.  Partially because she liked pizza and partially because the pizza place was often not a pizza place.  When Delta City underwent one of its frequent reboots, the pizza place often became a fried chicken place, a sub sandwich place, a greek food place or a donut shop.  Once it had been a trendy green insect cuisine place, but that had lasted only two days.  Mr. Wong had confided in Nancy that the insects gave his wife gas and it had quickly reverted to being a pizza place.  The one constant in the ever changing menu of the restaurant was Mr. Wong and his family.  Mr. Wong looked like he had been preserved in amber and could be anywhere from fifty to ninety as far as Nancy could tell.  The Wongs, which included numerous children and grand children lived in the more prestigious apartment on the floor above the restaurant.  The various kids and grandkids, whose names Nancy never could remember, helped out on a rotating schedule in the restaurant.  It was one of those quirky things about Delta City that Nancy had been groped by at least three generations of Wongs in exchange for free pizza or whatever else was leftover at the end of a day when she camehome from a long day or stopped by after a stakeout.

With all of this running through her mind, Nancy was a bit disapointed when she found a parking spot halfway down the block from her place and discovered that Wong's Pizza was now Wong's Chinese Kitchen.  The detective hoped her thoughts weren't racist, but this was the first time the restaurant had been a Chinese food place with an apparently Chinese Mr. Wong.  She was not as fond of Chinese food as she was of pizza, but the food at Wong's was always cheap and good.  She also had the first half of the money from Hood in herpurse and it was to Mr. Wong that she paid her apartment rent.  The detective was never clear as to whether Wong owned the building or just collected the rent for the owner.  When Nancy had asked him, the man had been vague and evasive.

Nancy's apartment was accessed by a dozen steps leading down from the outside sidewalk to a dark well by a door, so the blonde made a careful check for any lurkers before going down the steps.  Nancy had a quick hot shower and got dressed again to go up to the new version of Wong's restaurant.  One other good thing about the apartment was it always seemed to have lots of hot water.  The PI suspected that with such a large extended family, Mrs. Wong insisted on large capacity water heaters.

"Hello Detective Boobs," said one of Mr. Wong's grandkidscoming out of the back  to take her order as Nancy entered the restaurant and sat at a rickety table.  The girl was about eighteen, and Nancythought her name might beJudy but wasn't sure.  The whole Wong family had taken to calling her "Detective Boobs" and no amount of remonstrating with them seemed to be able to change that.  In the end, Nancy had just had to shrug and live with it.
"So how is the new menu going over?" Nancy asked the maybe Judy.

The girl stared at Nancy blankly.  "New menu?  We have always been the same.  You want the special like always?"

Nancy sighed.  The other thing about Wong's was that as far as the Wongs and everyone else was concerned, whatever it was now, was what it had always been.  As far as Judy was concerned, Wong's had always been a Chinese food place and had no recollection of ever having served pizza.  Any reference to a past identity was met just like it had been now with blank stares.  Nancy didn't think they were acting, but she was never totally sure.  Yes please," the detective finally agreed.  "I will take the special, and please tell Mr. Wong that I have the rent money for him."

The girl nodded, but looked a little disapointed.  She knew that if Nancy was short on money, she could have anticipated a grope of those big white tits to help pay for the meal.  Nancy saw the look fleet across the girl's face and glancing around saw she was the only customer in the place at the moment.  Nancy opened her trenchcoat and gave Judy a nod to go ahead.  The girl's face broke into a huge smile and she cupped one of Nancy's boobs in each of her small hands and squeezed them for about a minute through the detective's blouse until Nancy gave a soft moan of pleasure that was not totally feigned. That was the signal that playtime was over and Judy removed her hands dutifully and gave Nancy another smile and nod and ran back into the kitchen with her order.

Nancy knew she shouldn't encourage such behaviour, but right from the start the entire Wong family, except of course Mrs. Wong, had seemed fascinated by the white woman's huge hooters.  Nancy found the attention a bit disturbing, but also flattering and it was  also  useful when she was low onfunds she had to admit.

The food came soon and was as always excellent which accounted for the steady stream of patrons coming in for take-out and the numerous trips she saw Wong's kids and grandkids leaving withon  deliveries.  As far as peoplewere concerned, Wong's made the best Chinese food around and always had despite the fact that Nancy knew shestill had a slice of Wong's pizza in her fridge to have for breakfast.

Nancy had just finished eating when Mr. Wong came out from the kitchen.  The man never seemed to show any emotion, but he thanked her politely for the rent money and put a small plate of fortune cookies on the table.  Mr. Wong briefly glanced back towards the kitchen and when he didn't see Mrs. Wong, he leaned down for a quick grope of Nancy's boobs then vanished back into the kitchen.  Nancy wondered again, not for the first time, if Delta City was not starting to affect her.  She had just been groped by a man and his granddaughter in aspan of less than half an hour.  It didn't even feel like any kind ofassault, bur rather an almostfamiliar gesture of greeting from friends.
 
Nancy picked up one of the four cookies at random from the plate and broke it open to see her fortune.  It took all of her control not to gasp in surprise at what she read on the small piece of paper.

"Hello Nancy.  We have finally found a limited one way method to communicate with you without the Others suspecting.  Continued on the next cookie."

Nancy glanced around, but none of the handful of other patrons eating in seemed to be paying her any attention at all.  The detective picked up another of the three remaining cookies at random.

"This restaurant is a nexus in the Other's reboot device and that allows us to send these messages to you without arousing their suspicions.  We will continue to search for a method to establish undetectable two way communication.   Continued on next cookie."

Nancy looked at  the two remainingcookies and did an "eeny meeny" in her mind.

"We did receive your last report before the Others shut down communication.  You are to continue your mission to gather all the information and intelligence you can about the Others, using all means necessary.  Continued on last cookie"

"Easy for them to say," muttered Nancy rebelliously, "they didn't get fucked by a demon tail."  Nancy picked up the last cookie.

"We believe the Others to be extremely dangerous.  At the moment, we have no way to extract youfrom your mission.  We will communicatemore with you when we can.  You willmeet a  tall, dark and dangerous man.  These messages will self destruct in thirty seconds."

Nancy sat there and watched the four pieces of paper on her plate start to bubble and soon there was nothing left of them.  The blonde etective hardly noticed, however, as her mind was racingaround with ideas and possibilities.  After a while, one idea took the lead and Nancy glanced towards the kitchen.  Was Mr. Wong somehow involved in this whole mess?  Did he also work for her employers?  Nancy was not a fan of coincidence.  She just happened to find an apartment in a buildingthat was a nexus of the Other's reboot machine?  What the hell was a nexus in this context anyway?  Her employers had referred to Danielle and her people as the Others and Nancy supposed that was as good a name as any.  Could Wong be workingfor the Others?  Maybe it wasMrs. Wong who had put the messages in the cookies?  The detective thought about talking to Mr. Wong, but that seemed to be too risky until she knew more.  In the end, the PI just left some money on the table for her meal and a tip and returned to her apartment to think.

* * *

Around ten, with no answers to her questions in sight, Nancy decided she would go out for a night patrol for the first time since her communication lines with her employers had been cut.  Nancy was not sure her employers would totally approve of her super heroine rescue work as it might interfere with her primary mission.  On the other hand, her late night patrols were the main source for the information she had gathered so far.  She might stumble over something useful, and just how else was she supposed to investigate beings who might or might not have created this entire universe?

Nancy was also finding herself more and more protective of the super heroines of Delta City.  Yes, they were often air headed bimbos who never seemed to learn from their mistakes, but at least they were trying to make things better.  They put their lives and more often their pussies, mouths and asses on the line to combat all the things that threatened their city.  For their reward, they were largely ridiculed, betrayed and laughed at.  All the time, if you could believe Danielle, the super heroines were like rats running a maze for their masters.  Nancy didn't see any way that one insignificant private eye could change that, but she was still determined to do what she could to improve the lot of the super heroines.  Perhaps her employers would find a way to put a stop to this madnesss and the only way they could do that was if one insignificant private eye did her job.

The other thought that had been starting to bother her as she thought about all of this was what about the rest of the people in Delta City and indeed this entire universe?  They were as much victims of the experimentation of the Others as the super heroines were.  People like the desperate Mexican girl Maria thought Nancy.  She could not help everyone, but Nancy made a mental note to check on Maria in the morning.  With the second half of the money from Hood, she could pay her office rent and still have a bit left over.  It wasn't much, but it might be enough to help the girl with her rent and medicine for her boy.

Tonight, Nancy wanted to patrol a commercial area about a mile or so from Sugartown, the notorious red light district of Delta City.  There had been three recent breakins in that area in the last week, and the police didn't seem terribly interested which made Nancy think someone had been paid to look the other way.  The stores in the area were all small to medium size, not the big box stores.  These were electronics stores, shoe stores, clothing stores, jewelerry stores and so forth.  Some cash had been stolen, but mainly it had been merchantdise. It would probably net the thieves only pennies on the dollar, but thevvolume helped to make up for that and it would certainly help finance things like drug purchases.  The thieves were somehow getting past some fairly decent security systems and Nancy also wondered who they had found to fence such large quantities of material.  The stores had been literally cleared out including the shelving.  Owners had come in the next day to find literally nothing but the bare walls.

It was an hour into her patrol when Nancy finally spotted something as she drove past a back alley.  She spotted a figure near the mouth of an alley who seemed to be trying to hide behind a garbage can while catching a smoke.  A glancedown the alley had showed a large bulk which might be a parked semi.  Nancy kept on going, trying not to let on she had seen anything and parked a few blocks awayin some deep shadows.  

Nancy made her way as silently as she could back towards the suspicious activity and was surprised that the man she had assumed to be the lookout was gone.  The blonde detective stood very still and surveyed the area carefully to make sure there was no one behind her or hiding in ambush then slowly started down the alley.  She saw the back door to a business wide open and it was indeed a semi parked there with its back open.  Glancing inside the trailer cautiously, Nancy saw it was mostly full of what looked to be rugs and crates of laminate flooring which told her what kind of businesss this was.

The question now was what had happened to the lookout andwhy didn't she see men carrying out the rest of the store inventory?  As the PI moved to the back door of the businesss, she started to get a hint of the answers as there was the sound of moaning and laughing from inside.

With her dart gun in hand, Nancy slipped inside the back door and followed the noises to a show room that had been pretty much stripped except for the rug on the floor.  Also stripped was Lady Midnight who had nothing left on other than her mask and boots.  The chocolate coloured super heroine was on her hands and knees being spit roasted with a cock in her pussy and another one down her throat while what looked like a dozen or so thieves watched and waited their turn.

Evidently the heroine had also been patrolling the area and stumbled on the theft before Nancy had.  Some of the men had bruises and contusions, so Lady Midnight had not gone down without a fight, but clearly she had been overwhelmed and was now paying the traditional price of a defeated heroine in Delta City. which was to get gang raped.  If she was lucky, they would probably just leave her tied up naked in the store window for everyone to see when morning came.

In some ways, Nancy was relieved to see the African-American heroine.  There had been no sightings of Lady Midnight for several weeks and Nancy was afraid she had been captured and shipped overseas by some white slavers.  Or should that be black slavers in this case?  Assistant DA Angela Greer had also disappeared though so far, no one in Delta City had associated the two events except Nancy and most likely the other heroines who knew of Lady Midnight's secret identity.  Thinking it over, Nancy thought there was a good chance that Lady Midnight / Angela Greer had met some nasty fate several weeks ago, but a reboot had brought her back.  The same reboot which now put Nancy's apartment under a Chinese place instead of the Pizza place.

Nancy found herself watching the mesmorizing sight of Lady Midnight's large H cup brown boobs swaying back and forth as she was fucked.  The guy with his dick in her mouth had a tight grip on her black hair and was holding his cock deep in the heroine's throat as he started to cum making Lady Midnight gag and choke as the spunk poured into her stomach.  A moment later, the thug in her pussy was emptying his load into the black woman and white cum started to trickle out of Lady Midnight's pussy to pool on the rug.

The two men pulled out ofLady Midnight and two more of the bastards quickly took their place  as Nancy contemplated what to do.  Her dart gun held only six darts and she would not get time to reload, assuming she could take down those six with her first shots.  That would leave...she did a quick count...eight more to deal with.  They all looked well built and muscular, so she would not have much of an advantage.  It would be a 50-50 proposition at best.  Well there was a better way to handle this than brute force she thought and slipped out the back door into the alley again.  The detective put a silencer on her gun and in a couple of minutes made sure every tire on the semi was flat.  The idiots had been so hot to rape Lady Midnight they had not even left a lookout by the truck.
 
Next, Nancy made her way to the mouth of the alley and took out her phone.  Let'ssee, where was thefile she wanted?  Ah here we go and the detective clicked a button and her phone started to blare out a police siren.  It was a special sound file that Nancy had made as the siren began to slowly get louder as if the police car was coming closer and then it turned into multiplesirens all coming closer.  Nancy peered down the alley and sure enough a cluster of men pushed their way out of the back door, some of them still trying to pull up their pants as they ran.

There was suddenly a lot of cursing as the men discovered the flat tires and while they considered what to do, a hurricane of punches and kicks started to take them down.  A stark naked Lady Midnight had quickly recovered from her assault and was now furiously attacking the surprised thieves.  It was still fourteen to one, so maybe not the brightest move by the heroine, but clearly the woman was angry after being raped yet again.  While she had taken them by surprise, the odds were she was going to not be able to take the entire gang down by herself, so Nancy slunk back down the alley and from cover of shadows began picking off anyone trying to sneak up on the black naked heroine.  When it was all said and done, there were fourteen gang bangers laid out on the dirty back alley with a very smug looking Lady Midnight standing alone.  In the distnce there was the sound of real police sirens and Lady Midnight disappeared back into the store and emerged a minute later with her costume back on.  Nancy gave a nod of satisfaction and slipped out of the alley to return to her car.

* * *
Nancy returned to where she had parked her car and looked carefully about to make sure there was no one hiding nearby to ambush her.  Because of her caution, Nancy was quite surprised when she took a step away from the wall at her back when something wrapped tight around her throat and yanked her twenty feet up into the air.

"You ruined all my viewing fun," whispered a voice in her ear in an icy tone.  "I was looking forward to watching that bitch get fucked for hours and you had to come along and ruin it all.  I would love to kill you here and now, but my boss wants to talk to you first."

Nancy vainly tried to claw at whatever was wrapped around her throat and starting to cut off her oxygen.  If she hadn't some enhanced abilities, she was fairly certain the rapid jerk upwards would have broken her neck, but any such abilities didn't seem enough to deal with what felt like a steel cable wrapped around her throat.  Still fighting for breath, the private detective felt herself drawn further upwards and then dragged over the edge of a rooftop.  Whatever was around her neck released and the gasping PI collapsed onto the roof of a four story building.

Before Nancy could get her wits and breath back, she felt hands going into her trenchcoat pockets and pull out her gun, dart gun and phone.  "I think it is better if I held onto these for the moment," said the same icy cold voice that had whispered in her ear as she dangled in midair.  Nancy looked behind her and at first she didnt see the source of thevoice, but slowly a figure coalesced out of the dark and shadows.  This was not a figure of speech, but quite literally the figure appeared as if being rebuilt from smoke. First a set of feet and legs appeared then a torso with long black tendrils recoiling and shortening to turn into arms.  Those had been what had grabbed her realized Nancy as she watched in fascinated horror as a head finally rebuilt itself on top of the shoulders.

What the final product was looked more or less human.  It had the right number of arms and legs, but stood seven feet tall and appeared entirely black.  Despite having seen it build itself from smoke and shadow, the creature appeared to be wearing a skin tight black suit though maybe it could just control the texture of its skin to simulate clothing?  The head was hairless and facial features were hard to see as if the eyes were totally black in a totally black face.  It was only the hint of recessed sockets that even gave the impression of eyes and that slightly different shade of black below them might be a nose.  Then the creature opened its mouth and Nancy finally saw something other than black, two rows of very white and very sharp lookingteeth.

"The last three girls I french kissed all lost their tongues, and I do mean literally," said the figure with what it probably assumed was a smile.  "Maybe I will get to make it four tonight, but you need your tongue to talk to the boss first."

"Hello Nancy," said a second male voice and Nancy spun around to look at a dark haired man who had suddenly stepped out of the shadows on the rooftop into the limited moonlight available.

Nancy didn't recognize him, but there was something naggingly familiar about him.

"No we haven't met before," confirmed the man as if reading her mind, "but you have met my sister."  With that, the man pulled the hair from his forehead to reveal a small pair of upturned curving horns.

"Danielle!" gasped Nancy as she stared at the horns.

"Danial, actually," said the man as he allowed the hair to fall back over his horns.  "Danielle is my whore of a sister.  Not the brightest bulb in the drawer or whatever quaint human saying you want to use.  I know she has been in contact with you, even fucked you. "

"Socket," corrected Nancy automatically and then waved it off when she only got a puzzled look from Danial. Did you set up this meeting and my fun with tall, dark and menacing here just to comment on my sex life?" asked Nancy as she got to her feet and hooked a thumb at the massive figure behind her.

"Oh that is Tendril, and he works for me," replied danial calmly.  "He is the one who will kill you if you displease me tonight."  The statement was made so matter of factly that it sent more shivers down Nancys back than if it had been shouted in some frenzied rage.

"I take it that you and your sister don't get along too well," drawled Nancy as she stalled for time to think up a plan.  She was fairly sure she was no match for Tendril in a fight or even in a flight which left her only talking.

"You are an insignificant piece of human vermin, stated Danial flatly.  "Normally, I would just have you killed and be done with it."

But you don't or haven't yet, thought Nancy grimly.  That must mean you want somethingfrom me, maybe the same thing your dear sister wants, whatever the hell that might be.  "What do you want from me then?" asked Nancy out loud, deciding she didn't have much to lose at this point.

"I want you dead for being a nuisance," said Danial.

"But you are not having any luck with that," opinioned Nancy as she felt a tingle run through her body like she had when Danielle had tried to fling her into the heart of the sun.  Apparently Danial was not trying as hard, however, as at least this time her blouse and bra remained intact.

"No, I can't kill you," admitted Danial,"but Tendril can easily do it for me."

"Then why haven't you already told him to do it?? asked Nancy.  "He seems more than willing to do it."

"Because you might possibly be of some limited use to me," replied Danial.  "I will give you the choice of serving me and living or not and dying."

"Just what is it you need me to do?" asked Nancy as she kept a careful eye on Tendril from the corner of her eye.

"Need?  You flatter yourself bitch," snarled Danial showing his first real emotion.  "It is just remotely possible that you might be of some small service to me in thefuture.  By my grace, you can continue to live and even carry out your pointlesss little career as heroine protector, but at some point in thefuture you might be tasked with some errands for me."

Nancy blinked.  "That is the same deal I made with your sister, as I suspect you already know."

Danial waved his hand dismissively.  "My sister is totally unimportant.  You may continue to string her along and report to me what she says and does.  Your true allegiance will be to me.  I caution you not to think of doublecrossing me.  I am much much nastier than my dear fool of a sister."

Nancy did her best not to roll her eyes at this.  Did males, regardlesss of species, all have the same idiotic sense of entitlement and superiority?  Still, her options again appeared to be limited.  Here was another chance to gather information and intelligence as she had been instructed to do so by her employers that very night.  "I won't do anything that would harm the heroines or any other innocents in this city," said Nancy cautiously.

Again Danial waved his hand dismissively.  "No of course not," he sneered.

Nancy shrugged.  "Ok, then I guess we have a deal."  The detective stuck out her hand in what she suspected was a vain hope.  Danial merely quirked an eyebrow and ignored her outstretched hand.  Nancy sighed.  "So, shall I get naked then and bend over?" she asked brightly and began to remove her trenchcoat without waiting for an answer.

Nancy spread hercoat on the rough surface of the roof and started to unbutton her blouse while Danial and Tendril watched.  Nancy shot the tall man a slightly concerned look.  Was he part of the bargain or just a voyeur.  By the time she dropped the blouse and removed her bra, thePI had her answer.  When her EE melons dropped into view and her nipples hardened in the cool evening air, there was a bulge forming in the crotch of both Danial and Tendril  Trying to remain calm, Nancy noted that for Tendril it was more that his body was forming a bulge that began to grow larger as she watched.  By the time the blonde had removed her skirt and panties, Tendril had a ten inch jet black cock sticking out from his groin and dribbling a thankfully colorless normal looking precum from the hole inthe tip.

Daniel didn't bother to completely undress as if to demonstrate her unworthyness.  He merely gestured for her to get on her hands and knees as he unzipped his pants and came up behind her, leaving her face to face with Tendril's drippingcock.  Bowing to the inevitable, the blonde detective opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick the ebony shaft in front of her.  She wwas surprised to find the precum tasted quite normal, if a bit warmer than usual.  After a few morelicks, Nancy started to push her mouth down onto the hard cock just as she felt another cock rub over her pussy lips.

Nancy gave a small grunt as Danial slid into her without saying aword and the force of his entrance pushed her mouth further onto Tendril's cock, making her gag a bit as it tried to push into her throat.  The detective relaxed her throat muscles and took the cock all the way in and she found a large pair of totally black hairless balls rubbing on her chin.  This might get an eleven on the weirdness scale she thought as the two men began to fuck her in total silence.  She had pegged Tendril as the type who liked to talk nasty to his "bitches" but the big man or whatever he was seemed content to grab her blonde hair and begin to face fuck her as hard as he could while Danial fucked her pussy with an almost detached air as if he was doing her a favour.

The double fucking went on for a few minutes and Nancy was thinking this would be over soon when she felt something else probing at her ass.  Oh fuck, I forgot, he probably has a tail too, thought Nancy and at that moment the thing plunged deep into her back door.  Perhaps Danial got more stimulation from his tail than his cock, but whatever the reason thedark haired man started to intensify the rate and strength of his fucking.  Tail and cock began to piston in and out of Nancy's ass and pussy while Tendril's cock seemed to grow thicker and longer in her mouth and throat until the detective was having a serious difficulty in breathing.

Things were just starting to go black when three loads of cum were shot into her at very nearly the same instant.  Nancy felt thick warm ropes of cum shooting down her throat into her stomach while her ass and pussy were being pumped full to overflowing.  A moment later, all three organs were pulled out of her and as the detective lay there gasping on therooftop, they continued to hose her naked body down with cum until she was totally drenched.  Cum matted her blonde hair to her face and shoulders while more cum ran down off her breasts like ttwin waterfalls to form a small lake on the trenchcoat underher.  

Finally when the flow had stopped, Nancy heard  the sound of a zipper being done up behind her and looking  up, she could no longer see any sign of a bulge at Tendrils waist as if his cock had just melted back into his body.

"Serve me well and live.  Cross me and die," said Danial and a moment later the naked, cum covered detective found herself alone on the rooftop.

I think I heard that onebefore," muttered Nancy as she got to her feet.  She picked up her trenchcoat and looked at the cum stained garment with disgust.  "Well at least I got the name of that laundry detergent from maid Marion," she growled.  "It did seem good at getting cum stains out."

The End