Delta Pi #6 by DeanaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Ms. Americana and the other heroines of Delta City mentioned are the property of Mr. X. All other characters including Nancy are my own. 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 The take-out bag from Wongs didn't have any fortune cookies, but it did have a double serving of sesame chicken, so that was ok with Nancy. She did, however, have to settle for water to go with her supper since the day's fun at the Ritz hotel had kept her from fulfilling item number eight on her to do list and the milk still in her fridge rattled in the carton when she shook it, which she took to be a sign it was past its best by date. Before heading to bed, Nancy had another hot shower and blessed Mrs. Wong once more for the high capacity water heaters. It was her third shower since she got home and she almost felt clean. She also had to turn on the setting on her cell phone to reject any calls except those on her contact list. It seemed that the media had gotten her cell number and had graciously shared it with the entire world. After the seventh phone call asking how much she charged for a blowjob and where could they meet, the detective had almost thrown her phone out the window. which would have accomplished nothing other than hitting one of the perverts hanging out in the alley behind her apartment. Thanks to the modern 24 hour news cycle, the reporters had all given up by the morning and moved on to their next victim, so Nancy was not bothered as she emerged from her apartment and strolled down the block to her Honda Civic. Officer Kelly had arranged to have her car and her clothes returned from Police HQ, and the PI still had the paper with Kelly's phone number in her pocket, unsure about what to do with that. Kelly seemed nice enough, but to be honest, Nancy didn't have a clue about dating or relationships. The blonde had spent all her life, or all the life she could remember, on the job, moving from one place to another wherever she was sent by her employers. Nancy knew that men and women and women and women and men and men had relationships all the time, but she had never been in one place long enough to consider one for herself. Nancy sighed. Maybe she would be lucky and run into some tentacled monster set on devouring the city. That at least, was something she was familiar with and knew how to handle. Nancy had decided to tackle the first item on her to do list, so she was soon pulling her car to the curb in front of Maria's apartment building. It had not been a long drive. Nancy lived in a poor section of Delta City and Maria lived close by in a poorer section, right on the border of Sugartown. The outside door lock to the building was broken and the stairs Nancy climbed to the third floor smelled of things a lot worse than take out kitchen food. When Maria answered the door, the Mexican girl had her fingers to her lips and pointed to her son sleeping on a mattress in the corner. Nancy nodded to show she understood and kept her voice low. "How are you doing?" she asked. Maria shrugged. "I tried finding another job as a maid, but I think Mrs. Snobbush has me blacklisted. My rent is due next week and I don't have the money. The landlord already said he won't give me more time and is going to kick me out." "What about other jobs? You don't have to be a maid," said Nancy. "I don't have any other skills," replied Maria. "I left Mexico to come here with my son after all my family were killed by some drug lord. My father had been a newspaper reporter who had angered the wrong people." Nancy winced and then her ears heard something from out in the street. The detective crossed to the window and looked down to see a half a dozen gang members trying to break into her car to steal it. Apparently, even battered as it was, the car was a tempting target. Nancy opened the window and took her gun out of her trenchcoat pocket. Just in time, she remembered the sleeping boy in the corner and pulled her silencer from the other pocket and screwed it in place. Then the blonde leaned out the window and took a few shots that missed the ears of two of the wood be thieves by the width of a piece of paper. The boys looked up at the window and Nancy smiled broadly at them, and pretended she was blowing smoke from the barrel like in a Dirty Harry movie. The gangers got the message and scattered quickly, leaving her car unmolested. "Sorry about that," said Nancy removing the silencer and returning it and the gun to her coat pockets. Maria gave the detective a small smile, but then her face crumpled again with worry. "I just don't know what to do, Miss Nancy. I think I will have to go to work for someone like King Pimp to pay my rent and feed my child." "No, don't do that," protested Nancy. "I am not going to lecture you on morality. Unfortunately, a lot of women who ended up in a similar situation to yours have had to make that choice. But King Pimp and the other big time pimps in Sugartown like Kid Rotten and J.J. Rod take 90% of the money that their girls earn. You will end up being worked 18 hours a day and in the end, you won't get enough money to keep your apartment or look after your son." "Then what am I to do?" sobbed maria. Nancy dug fifty bucks out of her pocket and gave it to the girl. "I am sorry, I don't have any more than this right now. It will keep you going for a few days and," the detective hesitated and sighed. Then she took out a business card from her pocket. "If you really really want to go down that road, try this guy instead. His name is Cyril and you can find him at the Pussycat Club. He is still a bit of an asshole, but not so much as the others. He will give you half the money and that is as good a deal as you can get in that businesss in this city. Mention my name to him." Maria took the card with another smile and then abruptly grabbed the surprised detective in a hug and gave her a kiss on the lips. They kiss only lasted a few seconds and the two women looked at each other a bit awkwardly for a a while afterward. "I better get going," muttered Nancy and headed for the door after making sure Maria had her cell phone number. * * * The only good thing about Maria being so poor thought Nancy as she drove across town to her office was that she was too poor to have a TV and so apparently had been one of the few people in Delta City to miss her live TV porn show and hadn't even mentioned it. Nancy was not sure she had done the right thing by giving Maria Cyril's card and a reference. Surely there had to be a better solution than sending the girl to a pimp, but Nancy didn't know what else to do. The detective knew how to handle terrorists, mafia thugs and all kinds of evil doers, but her life experience didn't extend much beyond that. Maybe she should have found a social worker to help Maria? Or would that only sic Immigration on her once more? Back in her office, things didn't get any better. Among the mail was a letter from Mrs. Snobbush's lawyer that stated in a long winded manner that his client was unsatisfied with Nancy's performance and therefore no payment would be forthcoming. If Nancy wished to dispute this, she was welcome to take the matter to court. Nancy crumpled up the letter and tossed it in the wastebasket. "I got the fucking earrings back for the old bitch," she muttered. Her phone rang from a number she didn't recognize. The detective used her cell for all her business work, so she had been forced to allow in unknown callers again The blonde listened to the caller for a minute and then snapped "No, I don't jump out of cakes!" and disconnected. A rap on her office door made Nancy look up and she saw Robert Hood standing there. The detective tried not to cringe as she was sure the man had come to tell her that in light of her performance last night, he regretfully could not pay her the other half of her fee. She was quite surprised then when the man handed her an envelope. "I brought you the rest of your fee," he said with a smile. Nancy took the envelope. "Thanks. To be honest, I thought you might do what Mrs Snobbush did and decide I was too much of a harlot to pay." Hood grimaced when Nancy mentioned Mrs. Snobbush. "I serve on a few committees with her and I would gladly upgrade the committee by replacing her with Atilla the Hun or Ghengis Khan. You know, someone with some morals" Nancy couldn't help but laugh. "I really do appreciate your money. I feel rather like I am the Jezebel of Delta City today." Hood gave a tight smile. "I like to think I am a decent man and I try and hire decent people to work for me. I did some things recently that I am not very proud of. Oh, I know the statue was behind it, but I think it tapped into some little corner of our minds that we try and hide from the rest of the world. I have to admit I did have a fantasy or two about Ms. Tuck, but never acted on them as I deemed it inappropriate. The statue brought out a part of me, a part of all of us in that house that we never wanted anyone else to see. We are trying to come to grips with that and it has been hard to even look each other in the eye since it all happened. I think what you did last night was something along the same lines. It was not something meant to be shared with the entire world. I also know that moron Borden, and reading between the lines, I rather suspect you were not given much choice and Borden and Hawk were not the heroes in that drama." Nancy nodded her thanks and Hood glanced at his watch. "I hate to be maudlin and run, but I really have a meeting to attend. Thanks again Ms. Peye." "Make it Nancy," the detective said as Hood turned towards the door, but stopped when she asked him one more question. "So, did you watch the show last night then?" Hood turned back and gave a rueful smile. "I said I was a decent man, but I never claimed to be perfect. Ellen made up a large bowl of popcorn and we all gathered around the TV to watch." With that Hood was gone and Nancy was left wondering if he had been joking or not. * * * The management company that looked after Nancy's office rent kept a small office on the ground floor of her building. The rent wasn't due until tomorrow, but Nancy figured she might as well get it over with and walked down the three flights of stairs. Nancy knocked on the office door and then walked in. Abigail Stearns looked after the one woman office and she looked up and actually curled her lip in a sneer when she saw Nancy. "Ah the most famous prostitute in Delta City has come to pay her rent has she?" "You really shouldn't sneer like that Gabby," replied Nancy with her most insincere smile. "Your face might lock in that position and then you will never get laid." Nancy knew she was being catty, but Abigail brought out the worst in her. The blonde knew that the woman hated the nickname Gabby, even though it was fairly earned from her tendancy to spread gossip whether the topic of the gossip was not remotely true. Nancy was not certain, but she rather fancied Abigail was still a virgin as she couldn't imagine anyone putting up with the sharp tongued, unpleasant woman long enough to do the nasty with her. When Abigail flushed red at Nancy's comment, the detective figured she had made a direct score. "I really hope you came to say you don't have the money for the rent," snorted the brown haired Abigail. "I can't wait to get you out of this building so we can get a higher class of client." "Ah yes, like Phil the photographer on the second floor who does porn pictures for the Internet. If I find out he is doing kiddie porn, I will personally castrate him. And oh yes there is Violet on the third floor who runs an illegal gambling book. Sorry to disapoint you though, but here is the money for the rent." Abigail took the envelope and took out and counted the money twice. "You are a hundred dollars short," she commented. Nancy arched an eyebrow. "Count again. That is the correct amount, same as it has always been." "It WAS the correct amount," replied Gabby. "The landlord has raised the rent one hundred a month. They are concerned about having someone of such low moral character in the building and the increase in rent is to cover their moral liability insurance." "That is just bullshit," stormed Nancy and was glad she had left her gun upstairs or she would have been tempted to put a bullet in the middle of that smirking face. "If you don't like it, hire a lawyer and we will see you in court," said Abigail. "But you are out tomorrow if you don't pay up the full rent." Nancy glowered at the woman, but pulled an extra hundred from her pocket and tossed it on the desk before storming out. She then had to force herself to go back in and demand a receipt for the rent since she didn't trust Gabby not to pocket the money and claim the rent was never paid in order to evict her. Back in her office, Nancy contemplated her finances. After what she had given Maria and the increase in rent, she didn't have a lot left. She needed a tank of gas for her car and after that things were going to be tight unless she could drum up some more business. Maybe she should have found out how much the guy would have paid her to jump out of the cake. For the rest of the day, Nancy worked in her office. One of the things she did to earn money was run background checks on job applicants for employers. It didn't pay much and wasn't glamorous, but every bit helped and she could do most of the research from her office via the Internet and maybe a trip over to the records office at city hall. The news on the radio had brought some disturbing information. The details were sketchy, but there had been some type of disturbance over at the She Legion HQ. There was a rumour that Dragon Queen had been involved and possibly other super villains. There was still no sightings of any of the major heroines such as Ms. Americana, Got Gal, Green Spectre or Lady Midnight. Damn Danielle and the Others all to hell. She was deaf and blind at the moment about the heroines and the best she could do was hit up some of her sources tonight which meant spending hours in smoky, seedy bars and strip clubs. She also knew Cyril still figured she owed him more for the information on the Spectres and she sighed thinking what he probably wanted. Nancy was starting to think the only real difference between her and a prostitute was the prostitute got paid. Shameless plug: See Part 3 of Silk Cord's Witchfire series elsewhere on this site for a possible explanation. It was just after seven when Nancy finished the last of her background checks and her stomach was reminding her she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. The blonde detective quirked an eyebrow when she heard a soft knock on her outer office door. It was late for a client, so she slipped hergun into the waistband of her skirt in back and crossed the outer office to open the door cautiously. The person standing there, hand poised to knock again, was the last person on earth that Nancy would have expected to find there. "Mrs Wong?" she heard herself say as she looked dumbfounded at the small Asian woman. Like her husband, it was hard to judge her age, though Nancy was sure it must be well upward of fifty considering the number and ages of her many kids and grandkids. "I must talk with you," said Mrs. Wong as she pushed past Nancy heading for the inner office. By the time Nancy had closed and locked the outer door and returned to the inner office, Mrs Wong was sitting in one of the guest chairs and looking around. Nancy was fairly certain her office didn't pass her critical inspection. The PI was suddenly feeling very guilty about the groping she had allowed from everyone from Mr. Wong to eighteen year old Judy in exchange for cheap or free take-out food. The PI was suddenly quite sure that she was about to get a blast from Mrs. Wong, especially in light of last night's activities at the Ritz. Nancy was taken by surprise then when Mrs. Wong blurted out suddenly "Judy is missing." "Missing?" Nancy echoed, feeling stupid for doing so, but the unexpected topic had thrown her off, Mrs Wong nodded. "She come home from school at four and do deliveries. She had three and should have been home two hours ago. We call all three customers. All say she make delivery and leave. Jake, my son, he is her father. He drive to all three addresses and look around. He think maybe her car have trouble, but no sign of it. Judy has cell phone, but maybe battery dead as she does not answer." Nancy felt her heart turn to lead in her chest. Missing girls in Delta City was nothing new. There were pimps, drug lords, white slavers and god knows what else out there that preyed on girls and women in this city. "How did the customers pay?" asked Nancy. "Cash or one of those little debit machines?" "Cash only," said Mrs. Wong proudly. "Damn," muttered Nancy. "We can't actually confirm then that she was at all three places. One of them could be lying even if only because they don't want to get involved. I will have to check out all three of them. Do you have the names and addresses?" Mrs. Wong nodded and pulled out a slip of paper from her pocket and handed it to the blonde PI. Nancy scanned the short list: Browns. 234 Lancaster St. Walker. #206, 42 Dufferin St. Coopers. 1009 Chestnut Crescent "The Browns are only a couple of blocks from your place," said Nancy. "I think I met them. Young black couple in their mid twenties? I think I chatted with them once when waiting for a pizza at your place." "We never sell pizza, only Chinese food," said Mrs. Wong. Nancy almost thought she saw a twinkle in the woman's eyes, but maybe not. "Browns good customers, come at least once a week." "Hmm, the second address. That is one of the university housing buildings I think." Mrs Wong nodded again. "Yes, student. He order before a few times. No problem." "The last one," Nancy frowned. "That is a lot farther than the others. There must be a dozen other pizza...er Chinese food places closer to it than yours." Mrs. Wong shrugged. "We make good food. Good reputation. First time they call I think." "Did you call the police?" asked Nancy though she was fairly sure she already knew what the cops would say. "We call," confirmed Mrs. Wong. "They say call back after 48 hours. We not know what to do. I remember you say you are detective." Mrs Wong clearly had some doubts about this thought Nancy. "I take bus and come to see you. Everyone worried, but not know what to do. Restaurant busy." "Alright, I will check it out," said Nancy. "I will give you a ride home since I need to go see the Browns first. I am guessing that Judy made the deliveries in order from closest to farthest." The detective started to gather up her laptop and files to shove in her briefcase, but Mrs. Wong remained seated. The woman reached into her coat pocket and pulled out an envelope. "I pay," she said simply. Nancy pushed the envelope away. "Judy is my friend," said the detective. "I don't charge friends or grandmothers of friends." Mrs. Wong gave the private eye a long hard look, but then nodded and put the envelope back in her pocket and stood up. * * * The Browns were the nice young couple that Nancy remembered meeting at Wong's one night. He was an assistant manager at a grocery store and she was a librarian. They were renting the modest bungalow they lived in and were saving up for their dream house in the suburbs. Yes, Judy had been there just before five. They had paid for the food and she had left. They even showed Nancy the left overs in the fridge. No, there had been nothing unusual. As Mr. Brown walked Nancy back from the kitchen to the front door, he lowered his voice to a whisper, but what he had to say had nothing to do with Judy Wong. "Um, wasn't that you on TV last night? You know at the Ritz Hotel... doing all those things." Nancy suppressed a blush with effort and looked the man right in the eyes. "Yes, that was me, she confirmed. "What about it?" "Well, um" stammered the man. "My wife and I were talking about maybe having a threesome and after seeing your um performance, we were um wondering what you charged?" "I am afraid, that was a one shot Mr. Brown. I am a private detective, not a whore." "Oh yes, of course. Sorry," he mumbled as Nancy walked out the door. The second address was indeed a dorm at the edge of the university campus. Nancy walked down the second floor hall, several students, both male and female passing her headed for their rooms or destinations unknown. The blonde knocked on thedoor of 206 and a male voice told her to come in. For a second, it brought back a flashback of the previous night and knocking at the hotel room door with Todd telling her to come in. Nancy gave a little shake of her head to clear it, and stepped into the room. The room looked pretty much like what the detective had expected a dorm room to look like. The bed was unmade, dirty clothes were strewn about the floor and the wastebasket was overflowing with crumpled up take-out food cartons. On the walls were pinups of naked women. Some were Playboy centerfolds and others were a lot more hardcore. The detective spotted nude photos of Ms. Americana, Green Spectre and several other heroines taken from newspapers or magazines that liked to publish celebrity nudes. Tom Walker was unremarkable. He had blonde hair and acme that appeared to be finally starting to clear up. As he talked to her, his eyes flickered back and forth from her face to her chest. He told her pretty much the same story as the Browns had. Judy had been there a few minutes after five. He had paid her and she had left. As he spoke though, Nancy thought he was leaving something out. She didn't know why she thought this, just some subliminal instinct at work. "Are you sure there is nothing else you can tell me?" she finally asked, getting it out in the open. Tom hesitated. "Um, you are the prostitute who was on TV last night." Nancy gave him a cold stare. "I am a private detective. But, yes I was that woman on TV last night. What about it?" "Oh, um well maybe there was something else I forgot to tell you." "Nancy arched an eyebrow. "Yes, what is it?" Tom fidgeted with the keys in his pocket for a moment and blurted out "Show me your tits and I will tell you." "I don't think so," said Nancy evenly. "If you know something that might help me find a missing girl, then tell me and cut out the crap." Tom smiled. "Oh, nothing then. I just forgot what it was I thought I remembered." Nancy was pretty sure she could get off with justifiable manslaughter, but she didn't have the time for this shit. The longer Judy was missing, the more likely the ending would be bad. Staring the boy in the eyes, the blonde unbelted her trenchcoat and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she pulled down her bra and let her EE jugs spill into view. "Ok kid, tell me what it was before I get mad." Tom gulped and when Nancy looked down, she saw the bulge in his jeans. "Can...can I touch them?" he asked. "No," retorted Nancy. "I kept my end of the bargain. Now tell me what else you know." "When, when she was here, she stopped and phoned her next delivery. It was a new address for her and she wanted directions. Oh god, I wish I could fuck those babies." he said with his eyes fixed on Nancy's exposed boobs. Nancy tucked her breasts back into her bra, buttoned up her blouse and rebelted her trenchcoat. "Forget it kid. The last guy who did that got himself killed last night. If you want my advice, grow up, take down those pictures and go talk to a girl instead of jerking off thinking about them. You will be a lot happier and probably live longer." The coopers had achieved what the Browns aspired to. They had a nice home in a middle class suburb. Harold was a car salesman and Wendy was a loans officer at a bank. They were what Nancy considered to be white yuppies. Harold had seen her car when she drove up and immediately tried to sell her a new one. She should be driving something American and not one of those foreign pieces of crap. Yes, they had ordered from Wong's and the girl had delivered it about a quarter after five. The food was a bit cold and they had had to reheat it. They had ordered from Wong's instead of a closer place because someone had recommended it to them. No, they couldn't remember who that was. No, the girl hadn't said anything unusual before she left. Nancy thanked them for their time and started to turn away when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She made herself keep turning and walking until she found herself back in her car. The PI drove off, but only went around the block and parked down the street in some shadows where she could see the Cooper house. Nancy found she was clenching and unclenching her hands into fists and made herself stop and take a deep breath. What she had seen was a small red dragon pin on the collar of Wendy's top. Judy wore an identical red dragon everytime Nancy had seen her and the girl had once told her it was a present from her Grandma. The odds that this was a coincidence figured Nancy were about the same as her becoming pope by next Tuesday. The problem was that she doubted it would be enough to interest the cops or at least not quickly enough. Nancy sat there considering her options. She could wait until the lights went out and then try sneaking around to see what she could see, but an awful lot could happen to an innocent girl in that time. The alternative would be to go back and confront the coopers, but if they denied having anything to do with Judy's disappearance, then what? She didn't even know if Judy was still there in the house or if she had been moved elsewhere. What was the motive? It couldn't be money. The Coopers didn't look rich, but they were middle class and looked a lot better off than the Wongs. That seemed to leave some kind of sexual motive, and in Delta City that was only too likely. Was this something to do with the Others? Did Mr. Wong belong to one of the factions and the kidnapping was part of some power game between Danial and Danielle or some other faction she didn't yet know about? Nancy's musings were cut short when she saw the Cooper's garage dor slide up. There was an inside door directly into the attached garage, so the detective had not seen anyone leave the house to go into the garage. As Nancy watched, a soccer mom van pulled out and drove away. If the Cooper's were both gone, this would be the perfect time to check out the house, but Nancy's instincts told her to follow the van instead and she put the Honda in motion. The Coopers lived in a fairly new subdivision, not far from the edge of Delta City and soon Nancy found herself off the grid and driving through rutted country roads. When the van made a turnoff into a forested area, Nancy pulled over and consulted her phone with a frown. Her maps app showed no through road, so the destination seemed like it had to be somewhere in the forest. Even as Nancy watched the turnoff and tried to decide whether to follow the van down the narrow track, she saw two more vehicles come from the other direction and turn in. Nancy had no idea what was going on here, but three vehicles going into this isolated patch of woods at nearly the same time was more than coincidence. If it was coincidence then not only would she be pope by Tuesday but also win the Powerball lottery. Nancy decided it was best to leave her car and proceed on foot cautiously through the woods near the rutted road. The detective felt a little out of her element as she crept through the trees. She was more used to urban settings and was hard pressed to think of a famous female woodsman...er woodswoman. Neither of her favourite heroes, Buffy or V.i. Warshawski roamed the wild forests. Fortunately, it didn't seem like she was going to have to be the reincarnation of Daniel Boone to find where to go. Up ahead, she saw the orange crackle of a bonfire and then there was the sound of voices and what she was sure was the smell of weed being smoked. The detective was just beginning to think she was crashing a yuppie bush party when she spotted Judy Wong tied to a tree about twenty yards from the fire. The girl looked scared, but seemed unhurt and had all her clothes on which seemed like a good thing to Nancy. There were about two dozen figures gathered around the fire and they didn't seem to be paying much attention to Judy as they drank and passed around the marijuana. Nancy still didn't know what they were up to, but she doubted it was anything good and she didn't think she had time to go for the Police. A glance at her watch showed it was coming up on Midnight and anyone who ever saw a horror movie knew that was a bad sign. As quietly as she could, Nancy crept up behind the tree that Judy was tied to and whispered softly in the girl's ear. "Sssh, it's me Nancy...er Detective Boobs. I am going to get you out of here." Nancy pulled out her pocket knife and quickly cut through the ropes and taking Judy by the hand started to lead her back through the woods to where she had parked her car. That was when the excrement hit the rotating cooling device. There was a yell from the fire and the two dozen or so figures began to chase them. Nancy thought they could outrun the crowd and they were not far from the turnoff when one of the pursuers held up some kind of pendant and a sickly green light shot out of it and struck Nancy in the back. Pain lanced through the blonde detective and she fell to her knees with the world starting to go black around her. Using the last of her strength, Nancy flung her car keys to Judy. "Keep going, get the hell out of here." * * * When Nancy woke up, she discovered that she was chained to a large flat rock and that she was naked. Oh fuck, she thought, this is so embarrassing. Not the nudity, but the fact that it reminded her all too much of what tended to happen to all the Delta City heroines all the time. As Danielle had said, it probably served her right for being a bit too smug about how this could not happen to her. Well, she was unusually good with locks, so just give her a few seconds and she would get out of these things, and then the detective stopped and looked around her. Nancy saw the Coopers and twenty or so other people gathered around her and the rock she was chained to, and they were also all naked. This doesnt look good, she thought. "So does anyone want to explain what is going on here to me?" she asked. Damn, her nipples were erect and hard in this cool air. Harold Cooper stepped forward from the ring and Nancy noticed his cock was hard and pointed unerringly at her. On the positive side, it was one of those little five inchers that Lydia Willis would have sneered at. "It is quite simple, you are about to become the bride of our god, the great Garzunkle." Nancy blinked at him and then looked around, making her large boobs jiggle and bounce which seemed to have a noticeable effect on Harold who was now stroking his average little dick. "Er, I don't see any great gods around at the moment." "The great god Garzunkle will come when we consecrate your body for it," said Wendy Cooper moving forward to stand by her husband. The woman had decent C sized boobs and a rather hairy blonde bush that glistened with a hint of her arousal as she also stared at the detective and her wobbling tits. "Consecrate?" asked Nancy, not liking the sound of that and looking around for things like, oh well large cleavers and such. "Yes, we must coat your body with the sacred juices so that the great god Garzunkle can find its bride and feed." Nancy wasn't sure which part of that statement she wanted to ask about first. "Sacred juices? Bride and feeding don't normally go together you know." Wendy gestured towards a large hole in the ground that Nancy had not seen before. "That is where the great god Garzunkle lives. Once we have consecrated your body with the sacred juices, he will be able to detect you. He will then come forth to claim you as his bride and then feast on your flesh to consummate the union." I had to ask, muttered Nancy to herself. "And just how did all of you happen to end up being disciples of this great god Farticle?" "Garzunkle!" shouted Wendy and stamped her foot in anger. "Twenty years ago on this very night, we, the brethern of Garzunkle gathered here to meditate when he revealed himself to us." Nancy thought about that for a moment. "So in other words, you were a bunch of teenagers who came into the forest to drink beer, smoke pot and have sex and then you met this great god Garfunkel" "Garzunkle!" screamed the entire group that time in unison. "Since that night, we began to worship the great god Garzunkle," said Harold picking up the story. "He has given us great wealth and power since then as a reward." Nancy tried not to laugh. A modest house in the suburbs, a van and jobs as a car salesman and loans officer didn't strike her as quite the pinnacle of power and wealth. Maybe they should call it the mediocre god Garzunkle. "The girl was to become the bride of the great god Garzunkle," said Wendy in an annoyed voice. "But now you will have that honour. We did of course recognize you from your disgustingly perverted sexual performance on TV last night, so you should be much more appetizing for the great god Garzunkle." Nancy couldn't help herself. She was naked, chained to a rock in the middle of the woods, about to be sexually assaulted by a group of loons and then devoured apparently by some creature, yet she had to roll her eyes. That self same group of murdering lunatics considered her amoral?It would have been laughable except the part about being devoured didn't strike her as funny at the moment. Nancy glanced over at that deep pit. There seemed to be a sickly green glow coming from it, the same color as whatever had struck her down in the woods and which she realized had left her so weak that she doubted she could handle a kitten let alone a couple of dozen lunatics. All she could do for the moment was lie there and hope that the effects of the beam wore off and she got her strength back before the great god whatshisname showed up to marry and eat her, whatever that was all about. Harold moved up to the rock and began to rub his dribbling cock over Nancy's breasts, dripping precum onto them. "Thus we begin to consecrate this unholy whore to the service of the great god Garzunkle." Wendy climbed up onto the rock so she could crouch over Nancy's face and began to rub her wet pussy over the detective's face. "Come great Garzunkle and claim this whore whom we consecrate for you." The rest of the Brethren of Garzunkle closed in around the rock and the naked detective. One of the men got between Nancy's legs and slipped his cock into her pussy with a quick thrust. "We shall consecrate every inch of her body inside and outside for the great god Garzunkle. The man began to pump his dick in and out of Nancy and true to his word, he soon came and coated the inside of her pussy with his spunk. Another man stepped up on the other side of the blonde PI and began to rub his cock over her other boob as Harold continued to slide his cock over her other tit. The two cocks mashed into her hard nipples, all the while dribbling precum over the detective's heaving jugs and then with loud cries they both began to cum and deposited warm sticky wads of cum on her chest. Wendy was now grinding her pussy into Nancy's mouth. "Lick my cunt," demanded the woman. "I must make you a suitable vessel for the great god Garzunkle." Nancy figured she didn't have much to lose at this point and maybe keeping the crazies happy would buy her some time. She didn't know if Judy had gotten away or not, but maybe she had escaped and would bring help. Also, maybe her strength would return if she could keep this lovely little orgy going longer. So, not sure if her logic was addled a bit or not, the detective stuck out her tongue and ran it over the wet labia of the crazy woman sitting on her face. Wendy gave out a loud moan of pleasure when Nancy pushed her tongue into the dripping pussy and began to lap at the inner walls. The woman's honey dripped onto Nancy's face until it glistened in the firelight and more poured into her mouth which she swallowed. Wendy reached down and grabbed one of Nancy's cum coated breasts in each hand and squeezed them hard as she rode the detective's face to a massive orgasm, juices squirting out to shower the blonde's hair and face. Nancy blinked and tried to see what was happening when Wendy slipped off her face. Nancy quickly wished she hadn't as her eyes fell on the pit and the thing crawling out of it. The creature was a sickly white color with streaks of the same sickly green the pendant had given off. The green patches appeared to be some kind of slime that glowed with a foul sickness. There were no legs or arms or head. It was sort of a blob like moving mass of foulness. This was apparently the great god Garzunkle coming to claim its bride. Nancy started to thrash a bit in her chains when she saw the thing that was coming for her, but she still had the strength of a baby and then more of the brethren were on her pinning her down. A cock was shoved into her mouth and she felt herself being lifted up enough for another man to crawl under her. Oh fuck, the bastard was going to stick it in her ass. God, she really hated anal without lube. Thank god for her healing factor and she sure as hell was not including the great god fuckhead in her thanks. Two more of the men slid their cocks into her hands, demanding she jerk them off and another of the women was between her legs now licking her pussy. The woman found Nancy's clit and began to suck on it and weakened as she was, the detective felt her body giving in to the need for pleasure and release. The woman then slipped two fingers into Nancy's already cum filled pussy and began to pump them in and out until it was too much for the blonde and she had her first orgasm and felt her pussy tighten around the probing fingers. Both the men fucking her mouth and her ass came soon after that and mumbled something about consecrating her insides to the great god Garzunkle. That drew Nancy's attention back to the blob of slime which was now crawling towards the rock and was nearly halfway from the pit to its intended bride. Then the two cocks in her hands came and coated her hands and arms in jiz. "Oh my, you are a delicious looking morsal," said a new voice which Nancy realized after a moment was not spoken, but in her mind. The detective heard what sounded like an amused laugh as the voice continued. "That is right dear, you are hearing the voice of the great god Garzunkle" Nancy struggled to form coherent thoughts back at this unexpected communication. The task was made more difficult when another woman climbed onto her face and demanded that the blonde eat her out. Even as the blonde began to tongue the sopping wet pussy that had been thrust on her and felt a couple more loads of warm spunk being splattered over her boobs, she tried to think questions at the great god Garzunkle. The creature sounded both smug and menacing in its mind voice as it continued its slow crawl towards her. "I was found by these cretins twenty years ago. Their minds were so weak and befuddled by your human drugs that it was child's play to ensnare them with promises of wealth and power." Nancy swore that she heard the great god Garzunkle snicker when he thought that. "Since then once a year they have brought me a bride for me to devour." Nancy still didn't like the sound of that word "devour", but her attention was distracted for a few seconds as new cocks slipped into her pussy and ass. Another of the women had somehow crawled up onto the rock and was grinding her cunt into Nancy's left nipple. When the hard nipple contacted the woman's clit, the woman gave a strangled cry and squirted her nectar all over Nancy's boobs. The great god Garzunkle continued its slow progress and threatening commentary as it slithered over the ground, nearly three quarters of the way to the rock on which Nancy was chained to. "I absorb the bodies of my brides into my own," said the great god Garzunkle. "It normally takes them several months to die as they are slowly dissolved by my digestive juices. Their pain is most excruciating and so lovely to hear. I sense you are something very special and that your death might last the entire year. I am so looking forward to it." Nancy could only give a gurgling cry as the woman she was eating out began to cum and flood her mouth with her pussy juices. Finally she managed a semi coherent thought in her rage at being used like this. "And is this 'consecration' really necessary?" she asked as the cocks in her ass and pussy slammed into her over and over again in long hard thrusts until she felt them unload their cum into her body. "Oh no, not at all," laughed the voice of the great god Garzunkle in her mind. "I just let these cretins think it is needed so I can find my new bride, but trust me I can smell a nice wet human pussy from my pit without any trouble. But the fools so enjoy their little part in the ritual so who am I to deny them that little pleasure?" There were a few last splatterings of cum down over Nancy's naked body and suddenly the detective found herself abandoned by the brethren and then she saw why. The great god Garzunkle had reached the side of the rock and was starting to inch its way upward. Even these morons knew it was a good idea not to be there when their great god arrived to claim whatever lay on the sacrificial rock. Nancy rattled her chains once more in desperation. She could slowly feel her strength returning to her, but she doubted it would return in time for her to escape. "I would like to say that it will all be over soon my dear," said the great god Garzunkle, "but that would be two lies. I don't want it to be over soon and it won't be. You will beg and plead for death for an entire year as I devour you, like I have devoured so many before you." Suddenly there was some yelling and a group of newcomers poured into the clearing. It took the startled Nancy a few moments to recognize the new arrivals as members of the Wong family. She saw Mr. Wong knock down two of the brethren and several more of the Wongs were attacking the surprised and befuddled cultists. Nancy saw Mr. Wong's two sons Jake and Jason and Jake's wife Katy tearing a swath through the brethren of the great god Garzunkle like avenging angels. In the one sided fight that followed, Nancy was not sure which astonished her most. There was Judy Wong taking down Wendy with a spinning kick to the woman's head and while the detective was still absorbing that, she saw Mrs. Wong deliver a kick to Harold's nuts that sent him to the ground howling in pain and clutching his crushed family jewels. Given a respite from the constant fucking and time, Nancy was able to concentrate finally on the locks holding her chains. It was a skill she seemed to possess naturally. If she could concentrate, locks just seemed to unlock themselves and ropes to come unknotted. It was a skill that had saved her on more than one occaision, but between the beam that had struck her and the "consecration" by the bretheren, she had not been able to concentrate enough to free herself. Nancy hopped down from the rock and looked around. All of the brethren and sisteren of the great god Garzunkle were out cold or lying on the ground moaning in pain. It seemed that the Wong family had kept alive a long tradition in the martial arts to complement their culinary skills. As for the great god Garzunkle himself, it was in quick retreat heading for its pit. The problem for the great god Garzunkle was that quick was a relative term and it was not even halfway back to its hiding place. Judy came up to Nancy smiling and Nancy couldn't help but notice the girl was ogling her cum crusted boobs with interest. Nancy resisted the stupid urge to try and cover her nakedness with her hands and sent the girl running back to her car to fetch something for her. The girl was much faster than the great god Garzunkle and soon returned with the jerry can of gasoline that Nancy kept in her trunk for emergencies. Nancy took the can and emptied its contents carefully over the crawling form of the great god Garzunkle. "Spare me," whined the great god Garzunkle as he continued his slow progresss towards its lair in the ground. "I will give you great wealth. Great power. I am the great god Garzunkle!" Nancy lit a match and flipped it onto the gasoline covered creature who quickly caught fire and started to scream in agony. "Oh stop whining. It will be over soon. I just wish I could have made it last twenty years. * * * Nancy wasn't sure what to do with the brethren of the late great god Garzunkle. She was not sure how much they had done willingly for the limited wealth and power they had gained from the thing and how much they had simply been under the control of it. She finally made an anonymous call to the Police on the way back into Delta City. Some of the brethren were going to need medical attention at the very least and she also alerted the cops to check into missing girls and women that had happened at this time of year for the last twenty years. She was content to let the cops sort it out. Before leaving the clearing, Nancy had found her clothing, but had only put on her trench coat to cover her rather cum coated body and she couldn't wait to get home and shower. The detective had also found Wendy's discarded clothes and retrieved the small red dragon pin to return to Judy. For whatever reason, the woman had taken the pin for her own after capturing the girl. It was only now that Nancy noticed that all the Wongs had one of the little red dragons pinned to their clothes. Strange, she had never noticed them before except on Judy. As for Judy, she rode proudly beside Nancy in her Honda into the city and told the detective what had happened to her. She had made the two deliveries to the Browns and the college student who had tried to talk her into bed with him which she declined to do. All had seemed well at the Cooper's house until she had handed over the food and then Harold had pulled out this weird pendant and blasted her with a green light. After that, she didn't remember anything until she woke up tied to the tree where Nancy had found her. Back at the restaurant, the Wongs had all trooped off into the restaurant leaving the "Closed" sign on the door. Only Mrs. Wong stayed behind. The old woman gave Nancy a funny look and cocked her head to one side. "There is an old Chinese proverb that I now paraphrase. You may be a filthy white whore, but you are OUR filthy white whore." Then before Nancy realized what she was doing, the old woman reached under Nancy's coat and groped the detective's boobs, giving the nipples a gentle tweak. Mrs Wong then gave Nancy an unmistakeable wink and disappeared into the restaurant, leaving Nancy alone on the street. Nancy gave her head a bemused shake and then went down the stairs to her apartment. The detective dropped her clothes on the bed and headed immediately for the shower. A half hour later when she emerged back into her main room, she noticed two things. The first was the smell of a freshly made pizza sitting on her kitchen table. The second was a small red dragon pin lying beside it with a note that simply said "welcome to the Red Dragon clan." The End Nancy looked alarmed. "Whatever you do, stay away from him and others like him. Kid Rotten and J.J. Rod are just as bad. I won't lecture you on morality, but I will tell you about economics. Those bastards keep 90% of the money. You won't get enough for your rent. You will just end up sharing a room with a dozen other girls and social services will take your son."