Gods vs. Demons Part Ten: Everyone Loves a Parade By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older Not all of the following characters appear in this story, but sometimes they get a quick reference and so here is a pretty complete list to try and make sure the copyright is clear. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Nera, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Omega Woman (Kameron Drake), Power Lass (Karen Clark), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Battle Sprite, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Fly Woman, Danger Babe, Wild Girl, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen , Panthress, Nightmare Witch, Professor Pervo, the Circus of Terror (Bobo, Goliath, etc. but some names added by me if not known), and the mutoids are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission. All other characters in this story are my own creation, but you can always check with me to be sure as Mr. X has a lengthy list of characters and it is easy to miss one. Feel free to make use of my characters freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com A final copyright note. Red Sonja is probably owned by Marvel / Disney, but I wish them luck in trying to enforce that with her since she has a sword and she knows how to use it! * * * "Ok, what's up next Mac?" asked the young looking judge looking over at his court clerk. "The People vs the ladies of Heroine Catering your honour," said the muscular looking black man in a sweater as he placed a file in front of the judge. The door that led to the holding cells opened and a seven foot tall bald bailiff led in a gaggle of women all clutching blankets around their bodies. "Remember if they send you to the Big House that cigarettes are the currency there." Then he paused and looked down at the group of women. "Of course blowjobs work pretty well too, so you might want to go with your strengths." The tall bailiff then moved to stand beside a stout looking African-American woman who glanced up at him with a speculative look. "So, what is the currency in the holding cells then?" "Let's just say some of the ladies had sausage for breakfast," said the bald man with a smirk. "Ok, Mr. Prosecutor, what have we got here?" asked the judge. "Well, your honour," said a tall man with dark hair who could only be described as "smarmy" said walking forward while studying the paperwork in a file folder. "It seems that the naked nine here were stopped by the police while driving across town with a definite lack of identification due to a definite lack of clothes. It seems that the worshipers at Holy Trinity Cathedral were treated to the awe inspiring sight of some kind of game of musical bimbos as they all got out of the van in front of the church and jiggled around a bit before getting back in the van and leaving their viewing audience like they had seen a true miracle." "Your honour, my clients were all crammed into that van and had to get out and stretch to prevent cramping," said a good looking blonde who was also consulting her notes as she spoke. It seemed like only one word had registered with the judge. "Naked?" he asked. "You mean those blankets are not just because of the courtroom being a little chilly?" "No, your honour," said the prosecutor. "We didn't have any coveralls their size," and he mimicked a huge pair of breasts with his hands. "Your honour, Harry, I object!" said the blonde defence lawyer. "That is obscene." "Oh, I don't know Ms. Sullivan," said the judge. "Maybe we should be examining the full body of the evidence." "All in favour," said the prosecutor, raising his hand. "You are such a pig Dan," cried Ms. Sullivan as she stamped one foot and glared at him angrily. "Hey Christine, it was Harry's idea," smirked Dan. "Anyway, upon questioning, the ladies of negotiable virtue in question said they were on their way home from working a party," here Dan stopped and winked, "at the Alpha Delta Fraternity House." "Your honour, I object to the prosecutor's characterization of my client's virtue," said Ms. Sullivan. "Heroine Catering is a registered business that supplies bartending and food services to a wide variety of social gatherings." "While wearing items of clothing such as this," snorted Dan who held up a pair of red, white and blue bikini bottoms then unabashedly took a sniff of them which produced a cry of outrage from a tall, dark haired woman in the group of nine. "Furthermore your honour," said Dan after the dreamy look faded from his face, "police investigated the Alpha Delta house and found several dozen individuals recovering from over consumption of alcohol and many not of legal age. That alcohol having been served by this so called catering company. The police also confiscated a number of cell phones with shocking images of the nubile nine." Dan produced a cell phone from his pocket and stepped forward to the bench. "Here are some samples that I transferred to my own phone for the court's convenience." The judge took the phone somewhat gingerly and suddenly his eyes bugged out of his head. "Oh my god, how did she get that entire thing down her throat?" Dan looked down at the picture. "Oh sorry, that is me eating a foot long sub. Try the next one." The judge flicked to the next picture and repeated his eye bulging expression. "Three of them at the same time? That's pretty impressive." Ms. Sullivan had come forward and was now also peering at the pictures as was Mac while blushing furiously. "Your honour, my clients and in particular the lady in question in that picture called Tonya insists that they were drugged and did not participate in those acts voluntarily." Harry continued to goggle at the pictures as he moved through them, occasionally glancing at the nine huddled women as if matching one or more of them to the pictures. "What about this one?" he asked Ms. Sullivan showing two of the women , one black and one white and blonde licking each other's pussy. "I believe that is what is called a 96 your honour," replied Christine. "I do believe you mean a 69" snickered Dan. "Yes, well I was looking at it upside down," retorted Christine. "Your honour, the police did find evidence of drugs being administered unknowingly to my clients in things like the air fresheners, candles, fans and other means." Reluctantly, Harry handed the phone back to Dan. "Alright, there does seem to be extenuating circumstances here, but the defendants still should not have been driving around the city without a stitch on, let alone stopping to display their ample assets for the good church going members of Holy Trinity. I fine them each $100. Case closed and that's a wrap people." [Author's Note: I couldn't resist writing the above scene as a tribute to Night Court which was one of my favourite TV shows. R.I.P. Harry Anderson and Markie Post.] * * * "Eight hundred, eight twenty, eight forty, eight sixty, eight eighty, nine hundred," said Danger Babe as she finished counting out the money, much of which was in rolled coins, and handed it to the clerk. She then signed the paper given to her and turned to look at the nine somewhat embarrassed heroines behind her, still clutching their blankets. "Ok, we can go now. The van is out front." This brought a groan from some of the women as now there were ten of them to fit into it instead of nine. "Sorry, I couldn't get the school bus from Captain Glory since today is a school day and I didn't want to jumpstart the kids into puberty by putting you on the same bus." "Where did you get the money for the fines?" asked Ms. Americana who had been given her panties back but refused to wear them after seeing the prosecutor sniffing them. "I had to drain the petty cash and coffee funds," replied Danger Babe as she led the way outside. "Someone had better replenish those funds or else everyone better get in the habit of bringing their own coffee to the HQ." * * * Samantha Lord walked nervously into Rick's Place and looked around for a few seconds before spotting the blonde sitting by herself at a table in the corner of the cheap diner. Fingering the jewel that hung around her neck and still worried about it being a trap, she walked over and slid onto the seat opposite the other woman. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming," said Tamara. "The ultimatum in your note didn't give me much choice," replied Samantha. "You said you would tell the demons where I was if I didn't come, but you never said what it was you wanted." "Shouldn't that be obvious?" retorted Tamara. "I want out of Hell, just as you did. I only have it half figured out how you managed it. That bauble you have hanging between your boobs keeps the demons from finding you, but I don't have a clue how you got it. My best guess is you had some inside help, but not from anyone on the council." "If you are expecting me to rat someone out then you can forget it," replied Samantha. "He may be a bastard, but I intend to keep my word and not sell him down the river." "Why did you do it?" asked Tamara abruptly changing the topic. "Does that really require an answer?" replied Samantha. "That place is literally Hell and I had to get out of there before I stopped caring if I did." "No, I get that," said Tamara. "Why did you sell your soul in the first place?" Samantha looked away for a few seconds before returning her gaze to Tamara. "I was and am one of the richest women in the world. I was only thirty and was diagnosed with a stage five cancer. I wanted to live, so I sold my soul for a cure." "If the demons kept their end of the bargain, then how did you end up down there?" asked Tamara. "Oh, they cured the cancer alright," said Samantha and she gave a bitter laugh, "but you can never win in a deal with them. A week after the doctor told me I was miraculously cured, there was an unexplained build-up of Carbon Monoxide in my place. It's an odorless, tasteless gas. I had detectors for it, but somehow they failed to work. I spent the equivalent of ten Earth years down there as their gopher and fuck toy. How did they sucker you?" "I wasn't suckered," replied Tamara sharply. "I was a rookie cop and there was a call about a fire. I recognized the address since it was my parent's place. I was close by and got there first. The place was already well engulfed, but I went in and found my parents and sister dead from the smoke. That's when the demons appeared and offered me the deal. I could have one of them in exchange for my service. I couldn't choose between my parents and I knew they both wouldn't want to live without each other, so I chose my sister Karla. They let me take her out and when I went back in, ostensibly to get my parents, the whole place collapsed and they took me to Hell with them." "You can't believe they would ever keep their end of the deal," said Samantha as she stared at the blonde. "Maybe at the beginning you might have believed it, but once you had been there for any length of time and learned how they think and operate, you would have to know they never would." "No, you are wrong," insisted Tamara. "I have been able to keep a check on Karla. She is studying acting in New York. She just got her first good role. She is fine and one day she will be a famous actor." "Stop fooling yourself," snapped Samantha. "They never keep their word and they always lie. It is what they are. I have seen you in action these past few weeks and I know you are smart and resourceful. Find a way out like I did." "How about you give me that jewel then?" asked Tamara. "I can't," replied Samantha with alarm. "I need to keep the demons from finding me. If they do, they won't be so nice as just to reclaim me as their fuck toy. You've seen what Diablo's little horror chamber is like. I don't want an eternity in there." "You've got those Olympians to protect you now. You don't need the jewel." Samantha shook her head. "I have protection with them for now, but they don't really care what happens to a mere mortal I am useful to them at the moment, but immortals tend to forget about the humans they encounter over the long centuries. No, I still need the jewel to keep me hidden when the time comes that the Olympians get bored with me." "Then maybe I will have to take it from you," snarled Tamara. "You can try," replied Samantha, "but I have a gun aimed at you under the table." Tamara threw her head back and laughed which drew the attention of the other diners. She saw the puzzled look on Samantha's face and sobered up quickly. "If you look down, you will see I have a gun trained on you too." "So, does one of us pull a Han Solo and fire first, or do we call it a draw and both walk away?" asked Samantha. "I think we walk away for now," replied Tamara. "I intend to get that jewel from you one way or another. As you yourself said, the Olympians can't protect you forever and I have the resources of the Hells behind me." "Listen to yourself," replied Samantha. "You are starting to think like them, act like them, enjoy the things they enjoy. Find a way out before it is too late." With that, Samantha got up and hurried from the diner, leaving Tamara sitting there and cursing the day she was born. * * * "You do not seem to be concentrating on your task," said Satan with a frown as he pulled his cock from Tamara's throat and slapped her across the face with it where the blonde knelt naked in front of his black metal throne. "I am sorry master," she gasped, trying to get air back into her lungs. "I was thinking of how best to implement your project and was not concentrating on your pleasure." "That is almost forgivable," replied Satan as he continued to rub his cock all over the kneeling woman's face. "Thank-you master," said Tamara keeping her eyes downcast so as not to be perceived as challenging the demon. "I said almost," growled Satan as he smacked her hard in the face with his cock. "Now open your mouth and do a proper job this time. We will discuss my project when you have satisfactorily performed your other duties." "Yes master," Tamara murmured and open her mouth as wide as it would go to accept the massive organ of the demon. He quickly shoved it viciously down her throat to make her gag and choke and then to be a real bastard increased the length and thickness of his member. You couldn't die giving a blowjob in the Hells, but you could wish you would. Satan made sure to prolong the wishing for some time before finally emptying a gallon or two of thick and very hot cum into Tamara's stomach and what wouldn't fit there he shot all over her face and breasts. "Now you may report on my project," said Satan sitting back on his throne and idlily stroking his cock in preparation to give the woman another coating when she was done. "Yes master," Tamara managed to croak out and she tried to gather her thoughts in order to make a coherent report. Even as cum dripped from her face to puddle on the floor "The Delta City Santa Claus Parade is tomorrow by Earth reckoning and …," * * * Red Sonja and Hercules had continued to walk down the road for another hour after leaving the forest when a house fell on Hercules's head. Sonja, who had been walking just a short distance behind the demi-god, stopped and stared in disbelief at the sight of his feet in their sandals sticking out from under the house which had dropped on him out of a clear sky. Before the red haired swordswoman could think what to do, the door of the house opened and two figures staggered out. They were identical twins with long blonde hair and Sonja recognized them instantly. "Gemini!" she snarled and rushed forward to confront the pair of sorceresses who ruled one of the zodiac realms. Something seemed to be wrong with them though. Besides looking dazed and confused, they were not dressed in their normal robes but some kind of blue and white dress that looked more like something a peasant would wear and their long hair was done up in braids. "I don't think we are in Kansas anymore," said Gemini1 looking around in apparent bewilderment. "Has anyone seen my little dog Toto?" asked Gemini2. Something about this was starting to seem familiar to Sonja. Her new friend in this future era, Felicia McSweeney had introduced her to the magical box called television and the things she called movies. Felicia's favourite movie had been called The Wizard of Oz, though the wizard had turned out to be a fraud in the end. This scene seemed to be lifted straight out of that movie, though there had been only the one girl in the movie. "What in the hells are you playing at Gemini?" asked Sonja belligerently as she came to a halt in front of the two women. "Gemini?" asked Gemini1 sounding puzzled. "My name is Dorothy. Have you seen our little dog?" "A tornado picked up our house and carried us away," said Gemini2. "Aunt Em and Uncle Henry will be so worried." "I am starting to think a house fell on you too," growled Sonja as she stared from one sorceress twin to the other. Sonja had encountered the Gemini twins several times before and they had either been hostile or reluctant allies in the face of more powerful enemies. "You don't have any clothes on," said Gemini1 giggling and staring at Sonja's boobs and pussy. "You are kind of cute," said Gemini2 as she also let her eyes wander over the naked redhead in front of her. Sonja looked down and saw two large tents forming obscenely in the front of the twins' dresses. Apparently some things hadn't changed about the twins and they were still hermaphrodites. This also was not part of the family orientated movie Felicia had shown her and she took a couple of steps backwards. "Those two are part of the entrance you are looking for into Hades," said a voice from somewhere near Sonja's feet. When the swordswoman looked down, she quickly jumped back another few steps since all she could see was a smile composed of large, white teeth. As she watched, a large, orange cat formed around the smile. "What the fuck are you?" demanded Sonja. "Possibly in the wrong story," muttered the cat, "but as long as I am here, I might as well serve a narrative function." When Sonja just continued to stare at the cat, it gave a deep sigh and continued on. "The demons didn't just imprison the Olympians, they also attacked and took over the zodiac realms," said the cat. "Your old buddies over there with the hard-ons for you are under their control and were placed here to welcome anyone trying to get into Hades this way. If you want to get into the netherworld, you need to go along with whatever they want." "I have a damn good idea of what they want," growled Sonja looking at the advancing twins and the prodigious bulges in their dresses. There was no reply from the cat and when Sonja looked down, the cat was gone. "We want to fuck you," said Gemini1. "With our big hard cocks," said Gemini2 and Sonja watched them both lift up their dresses to display identical pairs of plain white cotton panties being stretched out of shape by the raging erections they were trying to contain. "Get on your knees slut," said gemini1. "And open your mouth whore," said Gemini2. ""That sounds more like the Gemini twins I know and loathe," muttered Sonja. She took another look at Hercules's unmoving feet and decided she didn't have much choice about complying with the Gemini twins if that was the only way to get into Hades. The demi-god might or might not be dead under that house, but it didn't look like he was going to be much help for a while. "That's a good big boobed slut," said Gemini1 as Sonja got down on her knees on the road and opened her mouth. The sorceress stepped forward, pulled her dress over her head, dropped her panties and rammed her cock down Sonja's throat. Gemini2 also stripped and Sonja took her cock in her hand and stroked her while sucking on her twin then switched and began to suck on Gemini2's cock while jerking off Gemini1. After alternating between sucking one twin while jerking the other for several minutes, Gemini2 moved behind Sonja and positioned the swordswoman so she could fuck her from behind. Sonja gave a soft grunt as she felt the familiar shecock push inside her and keep going until the entire length was hilted inside her. "Time for a spit roast of a slut," laughed Gemini2 and she began to pump her cock in and out of Sonja's pussy while her twin now had Sonja's mouth and throat to herself. Sonja's large melons swung back and forth wildly under her as she was double penetrated, being driven back and forth from one cock to the other. After several minutes of this double teaming, Sonja felt her mouth fill up with warm thick goo at the same instant she could feel her pussy being filled. "Now can I get into Hades?" asked Sonja, getting to her feet and running her tongue around in her mouth to try and clean up the leftover cum while more spunk dripped from her pussy. "Not yet you silly slut," said Gemini1. "You still have to follow the yellow brick road," said Gemini2. Sonja looked around and saw a path made of gold brick stretching out into the distance. She was damned sure the path had not been there when her fuck session with the twins had started. On impulse, Sonja bent down and scratched the surface of one of the bricks with a fingernail. "Just gold paint," she muttered disappointed. "Maybe we will find Toto," said Gemini1 as the twins got dressed and started skipping down the road while Sonja followed and fumed. * * * Tamara was feeling confused. Over the past few weeks, the contest between the demons on the council to see who won Delta City had seemed of paramount importance to all the arch demons. Now, she got the impression Satan didn't really care that much. Oh, he had her organizing his project alright, but it was pretty much just a brute force attack with no subtly or artistic merit, if the latter was the proper term for such a thing. Granted, a demon like Lucifer, was more into that kind of thing, but all of the demon projects had shown more imagination than this one did. There was something going on, but damned if Tamara could figure out what it was. * * * Ms. Americana had a problem, or maybe it was Brenda Wade who had the problem. Regardless of which of her identities had the problem, there was definitely a problem. The She Legion always had a float in the Santa Claus parade, much to the unhappiness of some of the church groups and others concerned citizens who felt their skimpy costumes were not a "moral fit" for the message of the festive season. Ms. Americana had argued that the She Legion heroines were excellent role models for the young girls of the city and so provided a strong moral example that the city was sorely missing. Their critics had countered that the inevitable wardrobe malfunctions during the parade hardly constituted a good moral example. The argument had raged back and forth a few more iterations, but in the end, the special triple rate entry fee for their float, paid by Brenda Wade, had always won the moral argument. The problem that Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade shared was that this year, the parade organizers had wanted Brenda Wade to be the Grand Marshal for the parade and as the leader of the She Legion, Ms. Americana had to be seen on the float and even she couldn't be in two places at once. "I don't know if I can pull it off," said a worried Danger Babe as she looked at herself in the mirror. What stared back at her was not wearing her usual costume, but rather the red, white and blue bikini of Ms. Americana on her own body. The idea was that with a long, brunette wig and blue contact lens, she was to pretend to be Ms. Americana on the float while Brenda Wade rode at the head of the parade as was expected by the parade organizers. "You will be fine," Ms. Americana assured her. "Your chest is a bit flat, but at a distance no one will notice and no one expects you to be on the float." Danger Babe looked down at her DD breasts and didn't think she qualified as "flat chested", but maybe compared to the Queen of Justice's 38G, she might not quite measure up. Then the second part of Ms. Americana's comment sank in and she flushed with anger at the implication that she wasn't a well known superheroine. "Now wait a minute …," she began. "There, there," soothed Ms. Americana. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong. You have been doing a wonderful job on monitor duty. It's a bit like football you see. New players have to prove themselves on special teams before getting a chance to start, unless of course," she added, "you are a first round draft pick like me." Danger Babe badly wanted to point out that it hadn't been her who had gotten arrested after a less than outstanding performance at the frat house, but Green Spectre came bustling into the locker room at She Legion HQ where the two heroines had been talking. "Has anyone seen the new heroine who has been on monitor duty? I forget her name, but I need her to sub for me on the float so Axanna Morgan can make an appearance in the parade." "That's me," said Danger Babe raising an arm. "I'm Danger Babe and I am already subbing for Ms. Americana." Green Spectre looked at her and frowned. "A little flat chested, but I suppose you will pass at a distance." She then looked at Ms. Americana who was dressed as Brenda Wade. "I was really counting on what's her name here to help me out." "You snooze, you lose," smirked Ms. Americana. "Maybe you can get another of the lesser known heroines to sub for you?" Danger Babe began to bristle again at this comment, but the two senior heroines went on as if she wasn't even there. "Hmm, that Ms. Patriot is about my size and she is blonde," mused Green Spectre. "Her hair is shorter, but with a wig, she might just do." * * * After walking along the yellow brick road for about half an hour, Sonja and Gemini came across a scarecrow flapping his arms to try and keep the crows away, though the black birds seemed more interested in settling on the scarecrow itself rather than the stunted crops in the field around it. "Hey Red Slut, It's about time you got here," called the scarecrow. "Jiggle your tits over here and get me down from here!" "Damn, I know that slimy voice," growled Sonja and she stomped through the field to stand in front of the scarecrow which was hung on a hook from a tattered black robe. "Taurus, you son of a bitch, I'm glad to see someone finally found a use for you and for the life of me, I can't imagine why in the world I would help you in any way." "That's too bad," sneered Taurus who did his best to look haughty and superior despite his current predicament. "The thing is sweet tits that you need me to open the portal into Hades." "I'm afraid he is right kiddo," said a voice and Sonja looked down to see the same cat smiling up at her. "And just why should I believe anything I hear from a cat?" The cat shrugged. "I could be one of those metaphor things. You have to trust a pussy." "Personally, I've always like your pussy," snickered Taurus. Sonja glared at the wizard and member of the Zodiac then back down at the cat, but it was gone again. "I know already that I am going to regret doing this," growled Sonja and she reached up to lift Taurus down from the hook. Standing on her tiptoes to do this, put her dangling bare breasts right in Taurus's face and the wizard lapped at a nipple with his tongue. This broke Sonja's hold on the hook and she had to reach for it again and all the while Taurus continued his licking attack on her boobs. Finally, she managed to untangle the hook and lift the bastard off his perch. "Alright, you are free, now let's get moving," snapped Sonja. "Not so fast babe," leered Taurus. "The portal opening spell requires you to service me before it will work." Sonja turned to see if Gemini would confirm this and just saw the twins grinning at her. There was no sign of the damn cat either to confirm or deny Taurus's claim. "With a strangled snarl, Sonja had no choice but to ask what service the smug asshole wanted. "I always have been a boob man," replied Taurus with a huge smile, "so let me take those puppies for a ride." "Puppies?" said Gemini1 looking around. "Is Toto here? Has he found a friend?" "Not yet sister, but I am sure he will before this is over," smirked Gemini2 as both twins turned to watch Sonja expectantly With some very expressive cursing, Red Sonja lay down on her back in the field and Taurus immediately moved to straddle her chest, his clothes vanishing with a snap of his fingers. With a sigh, he slid his already rock hard cock between Sonja's breasts and began to rub it back and forth, smearing clear precum to lubricate its passage. "Ah, just like old times," leered the wizard and he gestured for Sonja to hold her tits tight around his throbbing shaft. "A man gets pretty horny hanging around like that for days, so the good news for you my dear Sonja is that I probably won't take long to cover those sweet jugs with my seed. The bad news for you is that since I have been hanging around for a couple of days, I have quite a load built up." "I think I told you before that you talk too much," snapped Sonja as she stared down at the huge spongy cock head that poked out of her tits, the slit opening to stare at her and dribble more precum. "Actually, I think it was the other way around," laughed Taurus. "The only good use for a mouth on a woman is to wrap it around a cock and suck it or to swallow a big steaming load of cum which I am about to do, so open your mouth wide and get ready to swallow." Red Sonja glared up at the wizard for a few seconds and then opened her mouth wide. A second later a huge rope of cum splattered across her lips, much of it landing in her mouth. "There is lots more where that came from," laughed Taurus and proceeded to prove it as wad after wad was blasted over her face and breasts. The redhead thought everything was done at that point until two more streams of cum began to splatter on her body. Peering up through slitted eyes to keep the cum out of them, Sonja saw the Gemini twins jerking off as they came on her. "Well, just don't lie there," said Gemini1 when they were done glazing Sonja's body with their spunk. "Yes, we have to keep moving and find Toto," said Gemini2 who tucked her cock back under her dress and led the way back to the road. * * * "Who is this Santa Claus that you have a parade for him and not the mighty Zeus?" asked Zeus peevishly as he and the other Olympians made their way to the parade route. "That's a likeness of him," said Samantha as she pointed to a figurine hung from a Christmas tree in a shop window. "You worship a fat little man in a red suit who looks like a clown?" asked Zeus, incredulity permeating his voice. "Not exactly worship," replied Samantha who wasn't keen on getting into a theological discussion with the gods. "He um just brings presents on Christmas for good boys and girls." "I heard via that television box that he has a drunken reindeer that helps pull his sleigh," said Dionysus who winked, "my kind of a reindeer." "No, I don't think he is drunk …," began Samantha, but was interrupted by another of the gods. "Mayhap you can transform yourself into one of those reindeer and fuck some comely wench in that form," said Hera bitingly to Zeus. "I heard that song," broke in Hebe. "It sounded like Eros already did that." "Nonsense," laughed Eros, known to the Romans as Cupid, "I never had to do the animal thing to get a girl in bed," and he gave Hebe's ass a squeeze. "The animal thing is a bit of a trademark," grumbled Zeus and Samantha hurriedly took a step back. "You really have to get with the times daddy," laughed Hebe. "The look of horror on the face of that reporter when you told her the story about how you changed into a golden shower to impregnate Perseus's mother Was priceless!" "How was I to know the new meaning mortals have given to that phrase?" demanded Zeus. "Though now that I come to think about it, it might be interesting to try." The head of the gods didn't notice when Samantha took another step away from him. "This should be a good place to watch the parade," said Samantha gesturing towards the street in front of them. "It will do," allowed Zeus as he tried to push aside an old woman leaning on a cane to get to the very front. Make way woman for Zeus, leader of the gods!" "I was here first you little juvenile delinquent," shouted the old woman and she began to smack Zeus over the head with her cane. "There is an open spot just a bit farther on," said Samantha hurriedly pulling the god away as she could see he was contemplating the use of a thunderbolt on the old woman. * * * "This is kind of exciting isn't it?" said Christine Simmons, aka Ms. Patriot and currently wearing a Green Spectre costume as she climbed onto the She Legion float and approached Ms. Americana, "but I suppose it is old hat for you." "Actually, it's my first time," said Danger Babe, now feeling rather uncomfortable dressed as Ms. Americana as among other things, she was constantly having to watch how she moved to avoid a nipple slip with children watching. Christine peered closer at Ms. Americana, "oh, you're a sub too. Pleased to meet you, I'm Christine or Ms. Patriot most times," and she stuck out her hand. "Um, Danger Babe, I'm afraid I don't have any other name," replied Danger Babe, taking Christine's hand and shaking it. "Ah, wanting to keep your civilian identity secret eh?" said Christine, "not a problem, I understand the whole need to know thing." "It's not that," replied Danger Babe feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I honestly don't seem to have another name. I am not sure I even existed a month ago." "That sounds rough," replied Christine. "I work at the main library, but I also work part time for Cindy Kelly and she is a private detective now. Maybe she could help you find out who you are." "Really?" said Danger Babe. "I think I would like that. I seem to spend my entire time at She Legion HQ on monitor duty. I'm not sure I can even pull off this Ms. Americana impersonation." "Don't sweat it, you'll be fine," Christine assured her. "Just wave and jiggle your boobs. If anyone tries to talk to you, act kind of haughty and talk about women's rights and how you are a superior woman. That will drive most people away except for those creeps who just want to fuck you and a kick to the nuts gets rid of them." "It almost sounds like you don't like Ms. Americana?" asked Danger Babe. "Oh no, I quite like her," replied Christine. "She really is dedicated to fighting evil and all that, but sometimes she is just a little over the top and I don't mean her nipple slips. I bet you though that she made some remark about your boobs when she got you to sub for her." "Well, she did say I was a little flat chested," murmured Danger Babe. "I figured so," said Christine as she took a few seconds to stare at Danger Babe's chest. "I wouldn't worry too much. It looks like you got a nice set of Double D's or maybe even DDDs. It is kind of stupid, but there is a bit of a pecking order when it comes to boob size among the She Legion heroines. Bigger tits equals more prestige in their minds, though they will never admit that. I think it is just built into the whole Aphrodite gene mentality and they really can't help it. I guess I should say we can't help it since I am obviously an Aphrodite too with my girls here," and she cupped her breasts at this. "Anyway, just relax and enjoy yourself. It should be a fun time." "Ok, we are getting underway," said Omega Woman as she walked over to the pair. "Come on up front and give the crowd a wave and jiggle, but don't get too carried away. I just had a little wardrobe problem in front of a bunch of preteen boys and I think they all hit puberty in three seconds flat." * * * Red Sonja, now accompanied by the Gemini twins and Taurus, had walked for another half hour on the yellow brick road when they spotted a man in armour standing near the road. The thing that one could not help but notice immediately was that his groin was uncovered and he had a large thick cock sticking out that was fully erect. "Hello bitch," said the man in armour. Sonja peered into the man's face and sighed. "Orion, I knew I should have recognized your charming voice" "I thought you would have recognized my cock," smirked Orion. "It certainly remembers you and that huge set of melons on your chest. I would greet you properly with my cock, but I seem to be frozen in place." "I suppose you are going to tell me that if I want to get into Hades, I need to have sex with you," growled Sonja. "That works for me," snickered Orion. "Climb aboard the Orion Express." Sonja looked down at the man's erect cock, sighed and hitched herself onto it. "No stupid remarks," she warned Orion. "I wouldn't dream of it," replied Orion. "I must say though that your pussy feels pretty wet like you've already been fucked a few times today in it." "Thank-you for being a gentleman and not noticing that fact," replied Sonja sarcastically as she wrapped her arms around Orion's back and began to slide her body back and forth on his cock. "That's it girl," grinned Orion. "Ride my cock like a good little slut." "You are so going to pay for that comment," growled Sonja as she tightened her pussy around the man's cock and felt her pleasure rising steadily until finally she threw back her head and screamed out an orgasm. Sonja felt her juices squirting all over Orion's dick and then with her muscles feeling too weak to support her, she let go and fell off his cock to land on her ass on the ground. She was still lying there panting when she felt a pattering of warm fluid on her face and breasts and she looked up to see Taurus and the Gemini twins wanking off and cumming all over her. "Not again, you fucking bastards," she growled, but didn't have the energy to do anything to stop them at the moment. When they were done, her red hair was soaked and plastered to her skin by cum and there were large globs of cum dripping from her chin and breasts. "Why I do believe your pussy juices work better than any oil can," laughed Orion as he started to move around freely. He stopped and looked down at Sonja, "Are you just going to lie there, or are we going to get this journey moving again?" Sonja invented several new swear words and phrases that described her true feelings for Orion, his ancestors and any progeny he would ever have, but she struggled to her feet and started back down the yellow brick road feeling cum dripping from her pussy as she walked. * * * The parade went fine for the first ten minutes or so as it wound its way out of the fair grounds and headed for the main streets of the city. The She Legion float was sandwiched between the Delta City University marching band and the float from the Delta City Horticultural Society which at first blush didn't seem terribly threatening and wouldn't have been if someone like Tamara hadn't been getting creative on behalf of her masters. Just as the float hit the most crowded streets, Tamara took out a remote control and pressed the first button on it. The music from the marching band began to change into something that tubas, horns and drums shouldn't really have been capable of producing. The music took on a seductive sensual sound that had a very noticeable impact on the heroines at the front of the float. Omega Woman began to sway back and forth, grinding her hips like a stripper while the men in the crowd cheered and mothers tried to cover their children's eyes. "Take it all off!" yelled someone from the crowd and several of the heroines did indeed begin to peel off their costumes. Lady Midnight shed her purple costume and stood proudly naked at the head of the float like a figure carved into the bow of a ship, cupping her large mocha coloured tits and soaking up the cheers of the crowd. When Omega Woman took off her costume and exposed her massive jugs to the crowd, the noise level redoubled. "I think there might be something wrong here," panted Danger Babe as she pulled Ms. Patriot to her and began to kiss her passionately on the lips. "Maybe," agreed Ms. Patriot, "but I always wanted to make out with Ms. Americana." "I'm not the real Ms. Americana, remember?" said Danger Babe as she started to peel Ms. Patriot out of the Green Spectre costume she was wearing. "You will do until I get to sample the real thing," moaned Ms. Patriot s she shoved her tongue into the other heroine's mouth. Tamara pressed the second button on the remote. Suddenly, from the large pots of dirt containing innocuous plants, huge vines sprang up and reached towards the heroine's float. The villains might be trying to remain officially neutral, but being villains, they often couldn't help themselves and Tamara had been able to buy a "variety pack" of rape plants from Dragon Queen on the dark web. Tamara hated going on the dark web since some of the people there made the demons look benevolent, but there were some things you couldn't buy via Facebook Marketplace. It wasn't that Facebook had any moral objection to rape plants since they didn't have much in the way of morals in the first place, but it was a niche market that didn't drive much in the way of engagement, so their algorithm always buried it. It had been quite a good deal and the variety pack contained egg layers, cum gushers, milkers and other specialized varieties. According to Dragon Queen's packaging, the cum gushers now produced 54% more cum than the previous generation. Wasn't human ingenuity marvelous? The rape plants seemed to have a special affinity for Jungle Babe and her sidekick Wild Girl as they were the first two heroines grabbed and stripped. Suspended high in the air, the two jungle heroines were quickly penetrated in all their openings by tentacle vines that began to drive in and out of them. Amazing Babe had been the next to fall to the plants, though it was one of the milkers that went to work on her once she was stripped naked. Two large flowers rose up at the end of vines and clamped onto the blonde's swaying boobs. Almost instantly, Amazing Babe had her first orgasm as hers were probably the most sensitive nipples in the entire She Legion. Tamara saw some of the other heroines trying to rally to the aid of their comrades and pressed the third button on the remote. Immediately behind the Horticultural Society float was the Winter Wonderland float with large inflatable figures of Santa, Mrs. Claus, the nine reindeer, Frosty the snowman and others from various Christmas cartoons. These had been filled not with Helium or any other ordinary gas, but instead with Demon Gas brought from the Hells. Gone were the days of Frankenstein when an Igor had to crank up a lightning rod to bring things to life, a simple lithium battery was all that was required these days. The animated sculptures got off their float and stalked towards the heroines, each demonic powered figure now sporting a massive cock that dripped a steady stream of precum. Flag Girl was still staring in shock at the figures when Santa and Mrs. Claus reached her and ripped off her costume. Not so jolly old St. Nick pulled the blonde teen heroine down onto the ground, impaling her ass with his cock while a leering Mrs. Claus climbed on top of flag Girl and slid her cock home into the tight, wet teen cunt. I must really have been naughty this year, thought Flag Girl as the demonic husband and wife team began to fuck her forwards and backwards between them. Got Gal flew straight at the inflatable Frosty, smashing into it, but the figure just leaned backwards and then came back up and flung the blonde heroine into the middle of the pack of inflatable reindeer. A dazed Got Gal looked up from the ground to see the massive erections dangling between the inflatable reindeer legs and her eyes went wide. She made the tactical mistake of opening her mouth to scream her outrage at this perversion and one of the reindeer, possibly Dancer rammed its cock down her throat. To the heroine's surprise, the cock felt warm and throbbing rather than like a piece of rubber or plastic. It was also sending out a steady stream of pre cum into her stomach that seemed to have sedative properties such that the heroine was content to just lie there and let the reindeer face fuck her. Night Raven turned in a circle, staring in horror at the sights all around her. The heroines at the front of the float were stripping and making out with each other, oblivious to the attacks of the plants and the inflatable figures. She needed to organize and rally the remaining heroines before they were all overwhelmed. Night Raven grabbed Power Lass and gave her a pair of ear plugs from her utility belt. "Go forward and try to shake those sluts out of whatever spell they are under," she ordered. Next, she grabbed Champion Girl and pointed to the plants. "Use your heat rays on them, that should kill them. Shield cover her. Spectre Girl and Got chic see if you can help Flag Girl and Got Gal. Azure Angel stay with me. Where the hell is Hexanna, we need magic support here." Tamara saw Night Raven trying to rally the heroines and she couldn't have that, so she pressed the next two buttons on her remote. She had supplied the parade organizers with hundreds of small "action figures" for the clowns to hand out to children along the parade route. They were about three inches tall, and depicted variously coloured, scaled and clawed figures that she had assured them would be a new holiday hit with the kiddies. With the press of the fourth button on the remote, those action figures came alive, began to grow and attacked anything near them. Soon the screams of those watching the parade drowned out the cheering that had been inspired by the stripping and assaults on the heroines. In the sky above the parade, floated an assortment of giant balloons, these too were filled with Demon Gas and they began to transform at the press of the fifth button on the remote. Giant versions of Santa, Snoopy, Big Bird and other beloved characters of children everywhere were transformed into leering facsimiles of themselves and all spouting humungous cocks that they began to stroke. The pre cum from those figures rained down on the parade watchers and whoever was struck became incredibly horny and began to attack the others near him or her. The effects of the pre cum were bad enough, but then the obscene balloons began to cum and where their seed touched, demons formed who immediately set about attacking any humans they encountered. Chaos now reigned supreme all along the length of the parade route. Brenda Wade had not been happy when she found out she was to share the lead car in the parade with none other than Mayor Thomas Franklin, one of the bastards who had bought her services on the cruise ship. The fucker kept trying to cop a feel as they sat on the back seat of the red convertible and waved to the crowd. Brenda was just about ready to slap the man and hang the political fallout when she heard the screaming start behind her. Looking back, she could see the She Legion float far behind her and apparently under attack, though why Lady Midnight was standing in the front stark naked and smiling was rather a mystery. The screaming spread to the crowd of watchers a few seconds later and closer to her, she could see some kind of white liquid splattering people who suddenly went berserk, attacking those closest to them. Brenda ignored the whimpering Mayor and scrambled out of the car to go help. She stood there for a moment trying to decide where to start when Axanna Morgan reached her having ditched Police Chief Hawk who had turned from octopus to his usual incompetent self, trying to give orders over his cell phone to the handful of police officers in the parade. "What should we do?" yelled Axanna over the screaming. "Let's get back to the She Legion float and help them and then we can all spread out to deal with the other things," replied Brenda. Only then did the two women realize the troop of Shriners on their silly little bikes had formed a circle around them. "What the hell are those idiots doing?" said Axanna as she watched the circle close about them. "Those aren't Shriners, they are …," but Brenda's sentence was cut short when demons began leaping off the bikes to swarm over them, ripping at their clothes. * * * After another half hour of walking, Red Sonja spotted another figure by the side of the road. This hardly came as a surprise to her, partly because she remembered the basic plot of the weird movie Felicia had shown her and partially because the twisted nature of this parody required it. She was also not surprised when she recognized the figure waiting for them. "Well, if it isn't my favourite red haired whore," said Leonis, another of the Zodiac rulers she had unfortunately encountered before. "Let me guess," said Sonja without any preamble, "that I need to fuck you in order to open the portal to Hades." "That's what I always liked about you," sneered Leonis, "you were always willing to spread your legs for a good cause. It only seems fitting then that a bitch like you gets done doggy style, so get down on your hands and knees." Sonja didn't bother to reply, just gritted her teeth and did as she was told. Leonis moved behind her after removing his clothes and she felt his hands on her hips s he paused to admire the view. The swordswoman felt his hard cock rub over her upturned ass and then she gasped in surprise when he thrust forward and rammed his cock not into her pussy, but up her ass in one savage thrust. "This almost makes what I have been through worth it," moaned Leonis and the blonde haired and bearded man began to thrust in and out of Sonja's back door with animal like ferocity. "What about you dear?" he asked leaning forward to grab a handful of Sonja's red hair and yank her head back painfully, "are you having fun yet?" "I will have my fun later when I chop your fucking head from your shoulders," snarled Sonja. "Ah, still spirited," laughed Leonis. "I find it a lot more fun to fuck someone with spirit and not just a compliant lump of flesh. Well, keep dreaming of your revenge my girl. I doubt you will ever make it back out of Hades and even if you do, I am more than a match for a slut such as yourself." With that, Leonis gave another painful tug on Sonja's hair and resumed his ramming of her ass. He held off as long as he could, but the tightness of Sonja's rear entrance was finally too much for him and he began to spew his load of cum into the redhead's ass. When he staggered backwards and pulled his cock from her and Sonja collapsed onto her face on the road, she was now expecting the rain of cum on her body as Gemini, Taurus and Orion all deposited another load on her. When Sonja looked up, however, she saw a portal opening and she staggered to her feet and half fell through it into Hades. She doubted anyone had ever been glad to get there before. * * * The foundations of Piper House seemed to shake as if a strong earthquake was shaking them, but there was no tectonic activity. Nefertari looked over at Nevada Jones and said, "If you say that you have a bad feeling about this, I will kick you as hard as I can on your shin." "Sometimes a cliché is the best way to express yourself," protested Nevada who then turned to Fiona Piper, "Any idea about what is going on with the house?" Fiona sighed. "It is probably the basement. Every time there is a problem, it is always the basement, so we might as well go take a look." "Are you sure that is a good idea?" asked Felicia McSweeney. "Bad things always happen to the people who go down into basements to investigate things in horror movies." "Well, I suppose we could just sit here and wait for the things to come find us here," replied Fiona as she gestured around her crowded bedroom. "She's right," put in Harry, "we might as well go find out what we are up against. It's not like we are a bunch of powerless, scared teens at some summer camp is it?" "Speak for yourself," muttered Felicia, but she followed Nevada and Nefertari as they led the way downstairs to the main room and then into the ever changing basement. What they found was incredibly scary. The current state of the basement was that of four bare cement walls with no sign of the furnace, water heater or anything else. In the very center of the floor stood a large wooden box with a curved lid. "The ark is back," said Nevada unhappily. "I wonder if a box can think and what has brought it back out of hiding all of a sudden?" * * * Satan sat on his dark throne and smiled at the scenes shimmering in the air in front of him. Insanity and violence ran up and down the length of the Delta City parade. The heroines were all under attack now while demons stalked through the crowd attacking and raping anyone they desired, often not caring if the person was male or female or what was the new thing, ah yes non binary. Nothing could hinder the demonic lust that had been unleashed. Satan watched the plant fucking Jungle Babe start to cum as it pumped gallons of its seed into her mouth, ass and pussy until the blonde seemed swollen to nearly twice her size. Others of the heroines had stood there oblivious to anything except the need to show off their bodies to the world until demons swarmed over them and began to rape every hole they could get a cock into. As far as Satan could tell, Lady Midnight had at least two demon cocks in her mouth, ass and pussy as did Omega Woman. Got Chic had tried to stop the animated reindeer from skull fucking her mentor only to be attacked and stripped by the rest of the reindeer. One of them currently was mounting her from behind and her sexy, brown breasts bounced around crazily as she was fucked. Ms. Americana and Green Spectre in their civilian identities had been stripped naked and were now on their knees servicing demon cock with their mouths while other demons groped their breasts and rubbed their cocks over their exposed flesh. Now came the moment, Satan had been waiting for as the watching Olympians now moved to fight the demons. Good, it was all going as planned. The combination of demonic and godly energy was hitting a peak and it would attract the attention of the ark causing it to manifest itself in the mortal plane once more. Satan could sense its arrival and he opened a portal to the basement of Piper House where he would claim it and the power that he would use to rule the mortal world for eternity. The End