Gods vs. Demons Part Two: Ms. Delta City 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, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen , Professor Pervo 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 and may be used 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 * * * "On second thought," said the mugger as he took in Red Sonja's massive breasts, barely covered by her turquoise scale bikini armour, "I would rather have those tits than either your money or your life. Those babies look as big as Ms. Americana's and I always loved redheads." Red Sonja smiled at the thief which he mistook for her acquiescence when it was really the smile of a predator. This might be a strange city to the swordswoman, but she had met the like of this man a thousand times in as many squalid alleys and knew exactly how to deal with him. With almost casual speed, she grabbed his knife hand and shoved the man away from her. He stumbled back a few paces and when he recovered, he saw the woman had a knife of her own in her right hand, having disdained to draw her sword to deal with such a trivial nuisance. "Hey is this like that crocodile guy movie," her attacker sneered, either not noticing the sword or assuming it was an accessory to a costume. "You going to say that is not a knife and wave yours and tell me this is a knife? Well, sweetie, I hate to tell you this, but my knife is eight inches longer than yours. I got this beauty from the Guns & Knives shop in the mall. It's the biggest one they sell." The translation spell on the necklace Crimson Spider had given her let Red Sonja understand every word the man said, though their meaning was garbled. She had fought crocodile men before, so maybe that was what he meant, but what in hell was a mall? "Run away while you still can," she advised the thief. "So far, you have only slightly annoyed me which is hardly worth killing you for." The thief laughed. "Fuck you bitch! I've been practicing with this pig sticker and I am the best there is." Forgetting his lust for the moment, which he knew her not quite dead body could still provide, the man lunged forward with a complicated slashing motion that he had seen on YouTube and practiced for hours in front of a full length mirror. Unfortunately for the thief and would be rapist, Red Sonja didn't know about video and looking cool with a knife, but had practiced her skills on a thousand battlefields where every mistake could mean death. She stepped nimbly to one side to avoid the strike and with no ceremony or fancy moves plunged her own knife into the man's heart with one lightning fast strike. He fell to the dirty ground dead before his head bounced off the ground. Sonja leaned down and wiped her knife clean on his pants before sheathing it again. "It's not the size that matters you fool, it's what you do with it," she said and calmly walked away to explore this new city. In her mind, it was probably just as well that things had ended up as they had with the man dead. If she had let him live, he likely would only have attacked someone else not so able to defend themselves as she was. * * * "His name is, or maybe I should say was Eddie Davis," said Officer Felicia McSweeney with a voice that had just a trace of an Irish accent as she used her flashlight to examine the driver's license in the wallet she had taken from the corpse. "I've heard of him. Six charges and he has walked on all of them. He specialized in mugging and rape." "Do I want to know how he always walked?" asked Night Raven who had spotted the body in the alley while on patrol and flagged down McSweeney. Felicia grimaced. "Let's just say victims and witnesses had a way of either ending up dead or too scared to press charges. He was real fond of using that knife." Night Raven toed the large knife on the ground with one high heeled booted foot. "Apparently, he wasn't as good as he thought." "Or someone was better," agreed Felicia. "There is about five hundred bucks in his wallet and he is wearing enough bling to outfit all the stars in a Hollywood premier, so whoever did him in wasn't interested in robbery. My guess, is Davis picked on the wrong person. I would prefer to give that person a medal, but society tends to frown on vigilante justice. Present company excluded of course since you and the other She Legion members don't go in for this kind of lethality." "No offence taken," replied Night Raven calmly. "Like you, I can't say I approve of such extreme measures, but I am not going to lose any sleep grieving over the late Mr. Davis and I am not going to bust my ass too much trying to find the person who offed him." "I wouldn't want you to bust your ass, especially when it is such a cute ass," replied Felicia with a smirk and she reached out to cop a feel of said ass. "Please, not in front of the corpse," said Night Raven. "Call the meat wagon to pick up the body and then we can discuss my ass some more if you want, though I thought you and Hexanna's assistant Harry were an item." "We are," agreed Felicia, "but its not an exclusive arrangement. If he were here, I am sure he would be after your ass too. In fact, if you waited until my shift is over in another couple hours, we could make it a threesome." "Is he as hung as I heard Hexanna brag?" asked Night Raven. "You bet," replied Felicia with a grin "I'll meet you at Police HQ when your shift is over," said Night Raven. * * * George Wickett leaned back in his office chair and moaned with pleasure. He was 55, overweight and balding, so the manager of the Five Star Auditorium and Convention Center had never expected to have a beautiful woman under his desk sucking his cock unless she had been paid for the service. He still didn't quite believe it, so he opened his eyes and looked down at the blonde slurping hungrily on his dick to be sure he wasn't dreaming. George watched her mouth slide up and down his shaft and the sensation was exquisite as her tongue flickered along the underside. He had been reluctant to rent out the complex for what was now considered a rather tawdry and outdated concept, but there was no way to go against the woman's closing argument. The manager hadn't even noticed an ounce of reluctance in the woman as she had undone her blouse to show him her large melons before slipping under the desk and unzipping his pants. This event might get him in trouble with the ownership group, but George was close to retirement and besides the blowjob, the woman had deposited another twenty grand in his offshore slush account to keep his other kickback money company. If the shit hit the fan, George had his passport in his briefcase along with a one way plane ticket to a nice tropical island where the cost of living was half what it was in Delta City and since he wouldn't be taking Phyllis with him, his expenses would be even less. "Oh fuck baby, you are going to make me cum" moaned George as he felt his balls tingle and scant seconds later he began to pump his cream into the sluts mouth. Tamara did up her blouse before exiting the office where she got a look of half disgust and half lust from the middle aged secretary. Coming to Delta City in person was a little risky in case she was recognized and challenged, but the chances of that were small. It had been almost ten years and no one expected to see a dead person except maybe on Halloween or when watching a scary movie. She didn't have much choice anyway since the demons had put her in charge of seeing that their schemes were carried out. If something went wrong, she knew exactly who would be blamed and punished. If she could still stand to look at herself in a mirror, she would see that person every day. * * * The three young women stood in a group regarding the gaudy poster on the bulletin board just outside the library on the Delta City University campus. There was certainly nothing very subtle about it. "That is disgusting," commented Carla Rodgers as she regarded the buxom, skimpily clad, cartoon like female figures on the poster. "I thought those things were relics of the sexist past," said Yumi Wong as she noted the title that read ‘Delta City Beauty Pageant'. "I did win a beauty pageant you know," noted Jessica Lockheart sounding slightly annoyed with her friends. "Yeah, but that was like a couple of years ago," said the red haired Carla, looking slightly embarrassed. "Yeah and the ones they still run today are not nearly so exploitive," said Yumi hurriedly. "The girls give speeches and play musical instruments and stuff instead of strutting around in bikinis like this one." "Something none of us would ever do," noted Jessica and all three of them paused to consider the skimpy nature of their superheroine costumes for a moment. "Well, you won't catch me entering the thing," declared Carla. "Me either," agreed Yumi. There was no immediate comment from Jessica and the other two turned to look at her expectantly. "Oh of course I wouldn't enter," said Jessica noticing their questioning looks. That million dollar, winner take all prize would be kind of nice though," she added wistfully. Under her breath * * * The Olympians had emerged from the portal near the edge of a large park in downtown Delta City. Around them rose the towering skyscrapers of glass, steel and concrete of the city, but they refused to gawk like tourists from some small town where a three story building was considered a high rise. They were gods after all and gods didn't gawk; they were the ones lesser being gawked at with awe. These buildings and the city might be strange and intimidating to others, but these were gods who were used to huge palaces filled with the finest of jewels, gold and other many rare and exotic things. Also, being gods and more than a little arrogant, they drifted off in ones and twos to explore their new domain while lesser beings would have clung together for safety. They were gods and who would dare challenge them? The fact that they had just escaped from a two thousand year old imprisonment meant nothing to them and so it was that Aphrodite was alone as she walked through the downtown streets peering in the windows of the various stores with curiosity. "Hey, catch a look at this bitch," said a rough male voice and the goddess looked away from the iPhone she was examining in a store window in order to try and figure out what the pretty bauble was. She saw half a dozen large men, covered in tattoos and wearing what appeared to be some type of refined cow hides. She also noted the various knives, pipes, chains and other weapons they carried casually, but considered them to be of no import to her. "Were you referring to me?" she asked with an arched eyebrow as she studied them further with the type of curiosity a scientist might display towards an especially new species of insect that he had discovered. "I don't see anyone else here bitch," said the gang leader as he in turn studied the woman in front of him clad in a simple toga and sandals. His gaze lingered on her perfect face, the swell of her breasts barely concealed by the skimpy garment and her long graceful legs. "This here is Flaming Skull territory and we demand payment from anyone who enters it." "You would ask tribute from me?" replied Aphrodite in a scornful tone. "Be gone immediately or thou shalt suffer my wrath." The leader gawked at her then gave his head a shake. "Either you are some kind of actress or a nut case, but that don't really matter to us. I don't even care what your name is. All I want is for you to get down on your knees and use that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock." Aphrodite looked at the men coolly. She was the goddess of love and had no aversion to physical enjoyment, but a god chose her mates and not the other way around. These ruffians looked capable of providing some mild enjoyment from the bulges they were exhibiting, but they needed to learn their place. "I am Aphrodite," she said ignoring his disdain for her name, "and you are worms to be stepped on for your presumption." "You are one of those Aphrodite cows like that bitch Ms. Americana," sneered the gang leader. "That explains your attitude at least." "I know not who this Ms. Americana is, though she sounds like an imposter who has dared to impersonate a goddess and for that I will hold her to account," replied Aphrodite. "I assure you though that I am Aphrodite, the one and only. I think you are a nut case," said the gang leader, "but that doesn't matter to me either. I asked you the nice way bitch, but you decided to get snotty, so now we do it the hard way," said the leader as he reached out to grab the woman's arm and pull her towards him. He was never quite clear on what happened next. When he pulled at the woman's arm, she remained unmoved and he stumbled towards her like someone who had tried to move a mountain. The goddess of love was not the warrior that someone like Artemis or Hercules was, but her physical strength and speed were well above that of the strongest of humans. Aphrodite picked him up as if he were as light as a feather and tossed him at the other five men, knocking three of them down with such force that they were stunned. The goddess then stepped forward, grabbed the two remaining gang bangers in each hand by their throats and smashed their heads together. The blonde goddess then stepped on the unconscious bodies as she set off down the street, her attention attracted by a display in a jewelry store window, already having forgotten about her would be attackers. * * * "Your name please?" asked Tamara, though she already knew the name of the buxom blonde hiding behind a pair of large sun glasses. Tamara was sitting behind a desk in a small office in the convention center where she was screening applicants for the beauty pageant. She was wearing a very conservative business suit so as to reassure the applicants of the status of the event and that included a pair of highly advanced AR glasses that all the big tech companies would have sold their souls for. In fact, once this contest was over, Tamara had half a dozen appointments with billionaire CEOs where they might just do that, though from their actions she wondered if those souls were not already at least heavily mortgaged. So, Tamara already knew the name of the young woman standing in front of her from the HUD on her glasses, but she found it amusing to watch the woman squirm a bit about her obvious reluctance to give up her identity. A small part of Tamara's mind noted her enjoyment at the other's discomfiture and suggested that this was not a good sign, but she steadfastly ignored that voice and wished her truly damned conscience would just shut the fuck up. "Um it's Jessica," said the blonde. "Do you need my full name?" "It would be a little difficult to make out the cheque for a million dollars without knowing the full name," replied Tamara smoothly. She kept her face totally expressionless as she said this since she knew Old Scratch had absolutely no intention of paying out to the winner. All of the applicants Tamara knew as she tried not to think of them as suckers were going to be disappointed, not to mention quite angry and very humiliated. "Um, it's Jessica Lockheart," said the blonde, nervously playing with her sun glasses. Otherwise known as amazing Babe, thought Tamara and suppressed a smirk. Old Scratch had been confident that several of the Aphrodite heroines would be unable to resist the allure of the contest and the prize money and the old bastard was now proven to be correct. Tamara got Jessica to spell out her last name before going on to the next blank on the entry form. Damn, it looked like the girl had stuffed a couple of beach balls under that skimpy top and the sight was making Tamara wet. Oh double damn, beach balls with erect nipples she noticed a few seconds later and had to resist the impulse to lock the door and get fully acquainted with the girl right here and right now. She couldn't do that of course since this was supposed to be a highly reputable and above board contest. That image had been almost blown by the tawdry posters that Old Scratch had done up without telling her and Tamara had to scramble to replace them with something much more sedate and professional. The suckers, er contestants were not supposed to learn the true nature of the contest until it was far too late. :"Er, this is going to be a tasteful contest isn't it?" asked Jessica. "I mean, some of the posters I saw up seemed a little um extreme." "Don't worry, those were the product of a PR firm that we have since cut ties with precisely because of their low class work," Tamara assured her. "That's a relief," replied Jessica, "but there still is a swim suit competition." "Yes, I am afraid so," said Tamara allowing a look of sympathetic disgust to cross her features which she followed up with a sigh. "Unfortunately, such an event is still considered essential by a large segment of the viewing public. We will see, however, that the contest is done tastefully and will only be an unscored part of the contest." Tamara saw Jessica nod again in relief and did her best not to roll her eyes at the girl's naivety which was odd considering she was supposed to be quite intelligent. Well, someone had once said there was a big difference between intelligence and wisdom and in this case that appeared to be a million bucks. "Just sign this contract," said Tamara pushing a paper across the desk to the blonde who to her credit actually took a few minutes to read it carefully before affixing her signature. Of course Tamara knew the girl couldn't see the text written in Hell's own invisible ink that would appear in another hour or so. Jessica hurried out of the convention center without looking around and so missed seeing Yumi hiding behind a pillar in the lobby. "That was a close one," muttered the young Asian as she watched the curvy form of her friend and rival disappear. "I should have known that Jessica couldn't resist a beauty contest. Well, my tits are just as big as hers and I bet the judges are looking for some diversity in this day and age, so I think my chances are better than a blonde, white girl." Yumi had almost convinced herself of that as she stepped out from behind the pillar. The truth was, however, that she thought Jessica was one of the most beautiful women she had ever met or seen and winning the contest against her was going to take everything she had. Yumi was thinking this so intently that as she walked towards Tamara's office, she didn't notice Carla standing behind another pillar in the lobby watching her and the departing Jessica. * * * "Come experience the best that Delta City has to offer in youth, intelligence and beauty at the Ms. Delta City Pageant. Tickets on sale now!" Samantha Lord clicked the television off and looked over at her companion. "This has the council's fingerprints all over it." He nodded. "The word in the Hells is that they are holding a contest to see who wins Delta City. This beauty contest is old Scratch's idea, but your successor is running the show for him." "I have got to try and stop them," said Samantha as she pounded a fist on the bed. "That's stupid," her companion said. "It is insane that you came here where they are going to be so active for the immediate future." "You said this would keep them from detecting me," replied Samantha as she fingered the white jewel with the single little bead of red in the center that was hung around her neck on a gold chain. "From magical detection," corrected her companion. "It won't do a damn thing if they or one of their tools actually see you. It will be the end of you and probably me." "I've already promised, I won't give up your part in my escape, no matter what," retorted Samantha. "It is amazing what people will give up when tortured," replied her companion with a shrug. "Women will sell their babies, men will sell their wives. You can make any claim you want, but in the end, they will get everything out of you if they capture you." "You should know Dergon," Samantha said finally naming her companion. "Torture is what you do for the council." "Nah, I'm only a torturer's assistant," replied Dergon. "I only get to do things like heating the iron and sharpening the stakes. They don't let me do the fun stuff which is one of the reasons I decided to help you." "Yes, out of the generosity of your heart," said Samantha sarcastically. "Hearts," corrected Dergon, "and an eternity in Hell does wonders for getting rid of useless things like generosity. I figured my chances at promotion are pretty slim, so I might as well make the best of it and get some pussy. Speaking of which, all this talk of torture has got me good and horny." Samantha sighed and began to strip. In a way, she and Dergon were now each other's prisoner. Neither of them could rat the other out for fear of being sent to the torturer with them. Tomorrow, she would have to try and think of a way to stop the council without exposing herself to them, but for tonight she needed to keep Dergon happy. Samantha pushed him onto his back and quickly impaled herself on his engorged member. It slid easily into her pussy and she felt ashamed at being so wet. Maybe Dergon hadn't been the only one who had gotten turned on talking about torture, a tour in Hell tended to do strange things to a persons libido. Her large breasts swung and bounced wildly as Samantha rode Dergon's cock, squeezing it tight with her pussy. When Dergon came a guttural cry and began to empty his balls in her, Samantha knew it would be only the first of many times it would happen that night. The thought was both disgusting and exciting at the same time. "I want to do your ass for the second one," leered Dergon as he pulled her mouth down to his for a kiss. * * * "Can anyone hear me?" came a shrill female voice. "Fuck, I don't think this piece of crap is working." "We can all hear you fine," said the Geek with a roll of his eyes. "Congratulations NW, it only took you twenty minutes this time to figure out how to unmute yourself. You are becoming a real tech whiz." "Shove it nerd boy or I'll drop a Tantalus demon in your bed," snapped Nightmare Witch. "Those things have two feet cocks with barbs on them and they love boys best." "Can we cut out the bickering and get down to the purpose of this zoom meeting please?" asked Dragon Queen. "I have an experiment to get back to. I think I have a successful cross between my invisible and teleporting plants and I can't wait to try it out on Jungle Babe." "I have been detecting large amounts of demonic energy in the last few days," said Nightmare Witch. "It hasn't been this high since those twin assholes came around." "Oh great, the bitch has sensed a disturbance in the force she has," snickered the Geek in a Yoda sing song voice. "That's it you little asshole," snarled Nightmare Witch. "I am so going to make you pay for that crack." "Cut it out the pair of you," snapped Lord Power. "What do you think it means?" he asked, looking at Nightmare Witch who looked disconcertingly identical to Ms. Americana except for the colour of her eyes which were brown instead of baby blue. "I think that's pretty obvious," snapped Nightmare Witch. Some fucking demons are looking to horn in on our turf here in Delta City. It's those big boobed heroine's fault. Everyone and their dog wants to fuck them." "That's true enough," agreed Biff Bilbo. "The last time We captured Ms. Americunt, our guard dogs couldn't wait to mount her." "And she was begging them to do it after we got her warmed up bro," put in Bart Bilbo. "I have had enough of demons," whined Captain Chloroform. "I think I will get out of Delta City until this all blows over." "What a snivelling coward," sneered Council Commander. "I don't know why I ally myself with inferiors like you." "Enough already," yelled Lord Power. "I think none of us want to end up as toadies for demons again, especially after the way things worked out last time. We need to stay united and work together to stop that from happening." "Agreed," said Dragon Queen and the rest of the villains on the screen nodded their heads in agreement. "I don't think there is much we can do at the moment," said Lord power after a moment's thought. "Nightmare Witch will continue to monitor the demonic activity until we get something more specific. If one of us gets approached by some outside force trying to enlist us, they will report it to the group and we will take it from there." * * * Got Gal looked at her cards and sighed. "I fold," she said laying them face down on the table. "I'm still in," declared Lady Midnight as she shoved a couple of chips into the center pile. "I don't think you have anything more than your usual pair," said Green Spectre as she also pushed chips into the middle. "There is only one way to find out," smirked Lady Midnight. "You don't know which pair I am wanting to see," teased Green Spectre. Ms. Americana scowled at her cards and tried to ignore the banter. "Fold," she finally growled and dropped her cards. "Me too," said Omega Woman. "If I didn't know better, I would suspect Hexxy of using magic to give me such crappy hands tonight." "Well, if I was using magic, my hands wouldn't be just as bad," grumbled Hexanna who tossed her cards on the table. "Looks like it is just you and me Greenie," noted Lady Midnight as she pushed a few more chips into the pot. "I'm game," replied Green Spectre as she matched Lady Midnight's chips. "Why don't we make it more interesting though? Loser loses their top as well as their chips." "Works for me, I always enjoy seeing those creamy white tits of yours" smirked the African-American heroine. "Three Queens," she said showing her cards to the other players." "That's pretty good," conceded Green Spectre affecting a look of concern briefly before her face broke into a smile of triumph as she displayed three Kings. "Now show me that big pair of yours!" "Dumb luck," muttered Lady Midnight who looked around the table at the other senior heroines who had gathered at Wade Manor for their monthly meeting and game night. She saw everyone was looking at her expectantly with a little more lustful interest than friends should be showing. Lady Midnight sighed and undid her costume to let her large, chocolate brown breasts spill into view. "Fucking perverts," she muttered. "Yep that's us," agreed Got Gal with a broad smile, "but I have to point out your nipples are rock hard, so showing yourself off like that is turning you on." "Ok, before we all get distracted by Angela's tits, let's get back to the information Hexanna wanted to tell us about," broke in Ms. Americana as she tore her gaze from Lady Midnight's bountiful, jiggling orbs. "Hmmm, what?" said Hexanna and then she too managed to avert her eyes from Lady Midnight's bare chest to collect her thoughts. "I have been detecting an upsurge in supernatural activity in the last few days. I can't tell you more than that at the moment since some people haven't been cooperating," and she gave her skull staff a dirty look as it stood leaning against a wall. "Hey, I just said I could use some more incentive," protested the staff which was, despite its lack of eyes, ogling Lady Midnight's boobs. "How is this for incentive?" asked Lady Midnight as she reached out, grasped the staff and slid the smooth skull between her breasts. Now tell mama everything you know." "Everything I know would take a long time," came the muffled voice of the skull, "but I suspect what you meant was what was causing all the ectoplasmic furor. All I really know is there have been a lot of portals opening from the Hell dimensions into Delta City." "Oh great, just what we needed after finally getting rid of those two fucking imps," said Green Spectre. [Author's Note: For those who missed it, see the entire Perverter series] "Oh, I don't know, I kind of miss Prax," said Omega Woman with a wistful look on her face. "You mean you miss his huge cock," interjected Got Gal. "The best part of a man," agreed Omega Woman and then she tried her best to look more serious. "Whenever something supernatural is afoot, I can't help but think about Nightmare Witch and Nightmare Manor." She looked a question at Hexanna. "The vibes I am getting don't seem to match her," replied the dark haired sorceress. "Nightmare Manor used to come and go at Halloween time, but something seems to have changed and it seems to be here permanently now. Still, I don't think it is the source of the current activity. I went over there yesterday and the doors wouldn't open to let me in. I am pretty sure if Nightmare Witch was behind this, she would have opened the doors and tried to lure me into another one of her perverted traps." "Going there by yourself probably wasn't a good idea unless you wanted a good demon cock fucking," pointed out Ms. Americana. "I'm more than a magical match for that bitch," snorted Hexanna with some annoyance. Before an argument could start, however, the heroines were interrupted by a moan of pure pleasure coming from Lady Midnight. They all looked at her and saw her shapely body vibrating with energy before slumping back in her chair with her eyes unfocussed and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Hexanna snatched her staff from between Lady Midnight's breasts and glared at it. "You used an orgasm spell on her," she accused the skull. "Well, you didn't hear her complain, or you either the other night when I used it on you," smirked the skull. "I was just testing the potency of a new shipment I got for the magical shop," protested Hexanna as she saw the other heroines watching her. "Of course you were," said Green Spectre. "What about this beauty contest though? It came out of nowhere. Could it have anything to do with the increased supernatural activity?" "I can't see why demons would be interested in a beauty pageant," replied Hexanna. "Really?" interjected Got Gal. "I can think of a dozen reasons why demons would be interested as in the dozen women participating in the misogynistic event." "Jessica, Yumi and Carla are all taking part," said Ms. Americana. "I asked Jessica about it and she said they all felt they should keep a close eye on it just to be sure, so I think we have it covered." "Right, how could that possibly go wrong?" asked Green Spectre sarcastically. "I am surprised Lydia didn't want to enter the thing since she is pretty competitive." "She said something about the prize money being chump change," replied Ms. Americana. "What about Summer?" "She said pretty much the same thing," responded Green Spectre. "Maybe we should consider reducing their allowances?" "Or adopting me," muttered Lady Midnight as she recovered from her orgasm enough to follow the thread of their conversation. "We will just have to have faith in the young ones to handle things if they go pear shaped at the contest," said Omega Woman as she picked up the cards and began to shuffle them. "What do you say? The winner of the next hand has to masturbate to an orgasm while the rest of us get to watch." "The winner?" asked Ms. Americana with a raised eyebrow. "Of course," grinned Omega Woman with a wink. "We are all exhibitionist's at heart or we wouldn't be wearing these skimpy costumes now would we?" "I'm game," said Got Gal and the others all nodded as Omega Woman began to deal the cards. * * * "There is no way those are real!" said a female voice and Jessica looked up from where she was working on her make-up to see a woman with light brown skin and signs of a mixed ancestry staring at her breasts. They were two of the dozen women in the large dressing room at the convention center making final preparations for the pageant to start in just over an hour. Not surprisingly, Carla and Yumi were also among the finalists and their was more than a hint of frozen fragility between the three friends who had all proclaimed no interest in the competition, but had then slipped away to enter. "These babies are all natural," replied Jessica with a smirk. "No fucking way can you have tits that big with no sag," said the stranger and before Jessica could react, the woman reached out and grabbed one of Jessica's boobs in each hand and gave them a squeeze. "Holy crap, they do feel real, I thought they had to be so pumped full of silicon that you could have made an entire bakeware set out of them." "I told you they were natural," admonished Jessica and then she gave a soft moan of pleasure as the other woman continued to squeeze and knead her tits which already had her nipples hard. "Ahhhh, can you please let go of my boobs, I have to finish getting ready for the opening act." "Hmmm, what?" said the woman who seemed to be almost in some kind of hypnotic trance as she played with Jessica's boobs. "Hey you two can lez out after the show," said Madame Claudette, the chaperone and backstage manager for the contest, "but now get those shapely asses in gear and finish your make-up and get into the evening gowns for the opening." "Oh, sorry," said the woman as she reluctantly let go of Jessica's tits. "My name is Poppy by the way and I still plan on winning this contest despite those huge knockers of yours." "I guess we will see about that," replied Jessica as she turned back to her preparations. As she watched Poppy move away in her mirror, she couldn't help but notice what a nice ass the girl had and her boobs were while no match for her own set, were still quite impressive. "Don't drool Jessica," it will ruin your make-up whispered Yumi from the station next to her. Jessica blushed a little, shot Yumi a dark glance and went back to work on her face after dabbing at her lips with a facial tissue. * * * It was an hour until the show started and Tamara was reviewing her preparations in her office in the convention center when she caught a whiff of brimstone and sulfur. Damn, just what she didn't need, but she plastered a smile on her face and looked up to see Old Scratch standing in front of her desk. His large, erect cock was actually extending well over the desk and pointed straight at her face and dribbling precum onto the papers on top of the desk. "Everything is going smoothly I assume?" asked Old Scratch. "I have everything in hand," replied Tamara. "Not everything," said the goat faced demon and he looked down pointedly at his cock. "Oh, sorry," said Tamara smoothly as she reached out a hand and wrapped it around the throbbing shaft and began to stroke it. "The show starts in an hour and I was just making sure that everything was all set." "It had better be," growled Old Scratch. "I want to win this contest and it won't go well for you if I don't." "Yes, I understand that," replied Tamara as she continued to give the demon a hand job. The problem was she understood things all too well. She knew damn well that every one of the demons on the council wanted to win and would be perfectly happy to blame her for losing and take it out on her. Even the one who won would be unlikely to be grateful as he would be too busy taking credit for her work. The next few years of eternity looked like they were going to be especially bad unless she found some way to get out of her bargain or escape. Only one person that she knew about had managed to escape the council and Tamara would give her soul if she still had one to find out how she had done it. Her musings were interrupted by the stream of cum that splashed over her face. When it finally stopped, it would have been hard for anyone to recognize her under the white glazing. "We will all be watching the show, so don't disappoint me," said Old Scratch as he snapped his fingers and disappeared as quickly as he had cum. Tamara staggered to her feet, dripping cum all over everything as she stumbled into the tiny washroom next to her office and hurried to clean the spunk off before it was time to go out and emcee the show. * * * Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to the Ms. Delta City Pageant," said Tamara "and since I know you are not here to see me, let's hear it for the twelve lovely ladies who are competing for the title." There was a fanfare of music and the curtains behind Tamara opened up as she exited the stage to reveal the twelve women clad in evening gowns. To be fair, the twelve gowns were exactly identical except for their colour. The gowns were very expensive and cut to enhance the beauty of their wearers. They were low cut in front and slit up to the thigh on one side so long shapely legs could be seen as the women strode forward and the audience clapped enthusiastically. Tamara glanced back at the women and thought, let the games begin as she pressed a button on the remote control hidden in the pocket of her very sensible jacket. The environmental systems of the auditorium began to pump in a low concentration of a mixture of Bliss and Blast which would start to amp up the libidos of the audience members both female and male. Those lovely corsages being presented to each contestant on stage were also soaked in the same aphrodisiacs. To ensure the contestants got an even bigger dose. Tamara could see the drugs start to work from where she stood in the wing of the stage as the cheering of the crowd grew more raucous and the expressions on the faces of the twelve women became slightly glazed looking. Each woman in turn was introduced and stepped forward to be recognized and then when all twelve were lined up for the conclusion of this segment, Tamara pressed another button on her remote. Large fans that had had been secreted at the front of the stage rose and blew nearly directly up the evening gowns. This resulted in twelve almost identical imitations of the famous Marilyn Monroe standing over a grate with her skirt billowing up and the twelve women trying to hold their dresses down and keep their panties from going on display. Then Tamara pressed a third button on her remote and those twelve evening gowns practically disintegrated as nano explosive charges built into the threads holding them together went off. There had never been any question of wearing any kind of bra under such low cut dresses and twelve pairs of delectable breasts were immediately exposed to the auditorium audience and the viewers watching at home on a pay per view basis. There were stunned looks on the faces of all the contestants for a few seconds then shrieks and hands flying up to try and cover their breasts. The audience was going wild, clapping, whistling and calling out their appreciation of what they had seen and asking the women to show them more. "Get offstage!" cried Jessica as along with Yumi and Carla they tried to shoo the other women into a retreat without removing their hands from their breasts. Finally, after a minute the contestants stumbled into the change room looking dazed and confused. "Now that's what I call entertainment," said Tamara striding back onto the stage. "What do you people think? Do you want to see some more of those scrumptious bodies?" "YES!" roared the crowd in unison. * * * "I'm not going back out there," cried Jessica as Tamara came into the dressing room while a musical act entertained the audience during the break. "I have never been so humiliated in my life!" I doubt that very much, thought Tamara who had witnessed many of the blonde's sexploits as Amazing Babe. "I don't blame you," said Tamara out loud to Jessica and the others who had nodded their heads in agreement, "but the show must go on. The organizing committee will conduct a complete and thorough investigation to determine the cause of the er wardrobe malfunction, but in the meantime we have to consider the fact that a lot of people paid a lot of money to see this contest. We will have to modify the proceedings slightly in light of events, so everyone please put on one of these t-shirts for the next segment." "These look awfully thin," noted Yumi as she took the t-shirt and quickly slipped it on over her head, glad of anything to cover up her tits. "They are a designer label," Tamara assured the young Asian, showing her the label of one of the other shirts she was still holding that read "Calvin Kline". "Is that how it's spelled?" asked Carla doubtfully, but she along with Jessica and the others quickly donned the tops which were indeed quite thin and pure white. "I, I'm not sure," admitted Jessica hesitantly. Tamara smiled. The t-shirts were coated with more aphrodisiac's and it was quite apparent that they were already having an effect on the women wearing them. "Alright, everyone hurry back on stage," said Tamara as she listened to her ear bud and caught the cue that the musical number was almost done. "Remember the one million dollar prize ladies." The twelve contestants looked at each other and their t-shirts uncertainly. The garments did little to hide the twelve large sets of breasts under them, but they were better than nothing and the show must go on after all, especially with the money at stake. Soon, Tamara stood alone in the dressing room as the women tottered back out behind the curtain on their high heels just as the music finished. The concentration of the aphrodisiacs in the audience had been slowly increasing and the crowd went wild again when the curtain rolled back to reveal the twelve women in their thin, skin tight t-shirts. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I promised you more," said Tamara from the side of the stage, "and I wouldn't dare to disappoint you. I will now call each girl forward for this next part which has been kept a secret from the contestants so as to make their responses more genuine. Any girl who refuses to participate will of course be eliminated and lose her chance at winning the million dollar prize." "What the hell is she talking about?" whispered Yumi to Jessica who was standing next to her. The blonde just kept smiling and shrugged which did interesting things to the shape of her top that didn't go unnoticed by many in the crowd. "Yumi Wong," called Tamara, "please step forward to the mark on the stage." Shrugging, Yumi took several steps forward from the line of women to stand on the large X made by gaffer's tape on the stage. Tamara pressed another button on her hidden remote and a large nozzle lifted up in front of the startled college student and blasted her with cold water. The t-shirt didn't quite dissolve, but the soaked garment was now totally molded to Yumi's body and her breasts were clearly on display with the nipples hard and erect from the cold water. "No covering up dear or you will be disqualified," said Tamara hurriedly as she saw Yumi's hands once more rise to try and cover her boobs. "I think the audience wants to see all your goodies. Am I right?" "YES!" roared the audience. "I thought you would," smirked Tamara as she gestured Yumi to step back after the audience had a good long look at her. "Next up is Ms. Poppy Lee." The brown skinned girl had a look of total panic on her face as she stepped forward and was doused by the water with the same humiliating result. One by one the girls were called forward, with Tamara deliberately leaving Jessica for the last as anyone with any sight at all could see she had the biggest set of jugs among the contestants. "Ms. Jessica Lockheart," announced Tamara finally and the crowd broke new sound records as Jessica's chest was drenched by the cold water and her firm, round tits were put on display through the thin material of the t-shirt. "What do you think ladies and gentlemen?" asked Tamara as Jessica rejoined the line of women. "Those tops aren't hiding much are they? Do you want to see the girls take them off so you can get a better look?" "YES!" roared the crowd. There had of course been yet more aphrodisiacs in the water and the glazed look on the girls faces was now more pronounced. "You heard the audience ladies, peel those tops off and show everyone what you got. Remember, you need to participate if you want a chance at the million dollars." There was still some hesitancy among the women, but the combination of the drugs and the promise of money did their work and then one after another, the girls pulled their tops over their heads and stood there topless for the approval of the cheering crowd. Tamara let the noise and excitement of the crowd build for a few minutes before gesturing for silence. It took a while for the sound level to subside enough for her to be heard as she made her next suggestion. "Now what do you think about those panties? On or off?" "OFF!" screamed the crowd with one voice. ** * Lydia Willis, Summer Morgan and Anita Jackson, otherwise known as Flag Girl, Spectre Girl and Got Chic lay sprawled on Lydia's large bed watching the pay per view event on the 90 inch flat screen mounted on one wall. When the wardrobe malfunction had happened, they had gasped and giggled as the twelve contestants scurried off stage. "Do you think Jessica's tits are bigger than Yumi's?" Lydia had asked as they watched their friends trying to desperately cover their tits as they jiggled out of sight. "It's damn close anyway you look at it," Summer had replied with a moan and Lydia had glanced over to see her friend's hand between her legs rubbing herself even as the musical group hurried onto the stage. "I think something weird is up with that pageant," said Anita who was unconsciously kneading her breasts through her top. "Maybe we should let the seniors know, or is Ms. Americana watching?" "It was probably just a harmless prank to get better ratings," replied Lydia. "Besides, I traded Champion Girl my old cell phone in exchange for her hacking into the pay per view for me. Brenda refused to pay for what she called an outdated and sexist monstrosity. She will probably ground me for a week if she finds out I am watching it." The trio had continued to watch the show, getting more and more excited as the impromptu wet t-shirt contest started and then they stood watching gape mouthed when the sodden -shirts were peeled off. All three sidekicks now had their hands between their legs rubbing their clits and when Jessica finally stripped her flimsy top off, Summer had pulled Anita to her and began to kiss her hard on the lips. When Tamara made her suggestion about the panties, it had taken all of Lydia's will power not to join them in a threesome. "I think we are going to have to tell the old ladies about this after all," she panted, though it was doubtful either Summer or Anita had heard her in their make-out session. * * * Tamara was feeling a twinge of guilt as she egged the audience on, but savagely repressed the feeling since she new what could, no would happen to her if she didn't carry out Old Scratch's plans to his satisfaction. "You heard the audience ladies and the customers are always right, so off with those panties and let's see some pussy power!" There had been a special time release aphrodisiac implanted in the fabric of the contest issued panties and Tamara had judged the timing very well. The new dose of drugs added to the already dazed and horny feelings of the twelve women and their fingers all reached for the elastic waistband of their panties and began to tug them down as the crowd yet again reached new heights of noise. A small part of Jessica's mind tried to resist, but it was easily overruled by the much larger part that was turned on at the thought of showing off her pussy to the cheering crowd. "My don't those pussies look delicious and so wet," yelled Tamara into her mic, her voice barely audible over the cries of the audience. When the noise abated a bit, she went on. "I think it is now time for the talent part of our contest." Tamara gestured to the wings and twelve large, muscular men wearing only speedos strutted out onto the stage and it was quite evident that they all had larger than average packages stuffed into those small trunks. Tamara had found it surprisingly easy to find the men for this segment of the show. Carol, the woman who had answered the phone at VEST (Villain Employment Services and Training),had barely batted an eyebrow at the request for a dozen men with ten inch cocks, no smaller and no larger. Carol had assured her they could meet that criteria even if she personally had to measure the men for quality control purposes. It might be a hard job, Carol had assured her, but she was up to it if the men were. Now the men positioned themselves so that one stood in front of each of the twelve women, facing at right angles to the audience. "This is the talent part of the competition ladies," said Tamara. "On your knees and start playing the flesh flute." Even with all the drugs, some of the girls like Jessica, Yumi and Carla tried to resist, but Tamara kept up the pressure. "Remember that prize of one million dollars. Anyone who doesn't perform is disqualified." Almost as one, the twelve women fell to their knees on the stage and trembling hands reached out to pulldown the speedos of the twelve smirking men. There were gasps of awe from the audience as twelve thick, ten inch cocks popped out of their tight confinement and swung up to smack the women on the chin. "Open wide ladies and get those lips and tongues working on those delicious looking dicks," encouraged Tamara. Again, almost as one, twelve mouths opened and twelve faces leaned forward to wrap twelve sets of soft lips about the offered penises. "Synchronized cocksucking, the next Olympic sport," crowed Tamara as twelve mouths began to bob up and down on the twelve cocks. "Our judges will award points based on style and who can make their partner cum first," went on Tamara, though she knew the latter would not be quick even for the most talented sluts as the men had all been given drugs to prolong the time before ejaculation. Jessica wrapped her lips tightly around the cock in front of her and danced her tongue over the underside to elicit a moan of pleasure from the man. The only thought left in her mind was the need to make him cum and to win the contest. She wasn't even thinking about the money at the moment, just the need to prove she was the best cocksucker on the stage. She inhaled the entire length of the cock, feeling it slip into her throat and making it harder to breathe, but the blonde refused to let that show or slow her down. Her left arm curled around the man to cup his ass and pull him tighter against her while her right hand moved to gently stroke the man's dangling balls. Back and forth, Jessica slid her mouth lovingly along the shaft, losing all track of time until suddenly she heard the man give out a loud cry and begin to pump his load down her throat. Wanting to make sure the judges had seen her accomplish her task, Jessica pulled her mouth back so the cock popped out of her mouth and began to spray her face with its white, sticky load. "There goes the first one!" yelled Tamara above the crowd noise and a camera zoomed in for a close-up of Jessica's face as it was painted by the spunk. Then a few seconds later, the next cock blasted off in Yumi's mouth and after that, almost as if it had been choreographed, the other ten cocks came in sequence to leave twelve cum glazed and panting faces on the stage. "Oh my, this is going to require some deliberation by our judges to declare a winner," laughed Tamara. "While they do that, however, is there anyone in the audience who would like to have some one on one time with our contestants?" The question unleashed a tidal wave of men and women, spurred on by the drugs in the air, that surged towards the stage with only one goal in mind. Before the women could react, assuming they could react in their current state, several figures crashed through the skylight high above the stage. Wearing special gas masks over their noses and mouths, provided by Professor Werder, Omega Woman, Power Lass, Got Gal, Got Chic and Champion Girl formed a line in front of the stage and began shoving the maddened crowd back. Behind them on the stage, Ms. Americana, Lady Midnight, Green Spectre, Hexanna, Night Raven and Wolf Woman appeared and began directing the women off stage. "You better hurry up," yelled Got Gal over her shoulder. "We can't hold them back for long, at least not without hurting them." "Hey let go of my tits you bastard!" she snarled and forgetting about restraint for the moment punched a large man in the face and sent him reeling backwards after he had grabbed one of her boobs in each meaty hand. Miracle of miracles, for once her top and Got jewel didn't come off and she shoved several more determined people back. Some of the twelve men who had received the blowjobs almost automatically tried to fight the heroines on stage. They were all often hires as henchmen to the various criminal gangs and fighting big boobed heroines was second nature to them. They didn't last long, however, as the heroines herded the twelve women offstage and out a back door to a school bus being driven by Captain Glory, the sole male hero of Delta City. Flag Girl and Spectre Girl were there as well and helped urge the women on board then the bus tires squealed as it took off just as the crowd surged out of numerous exits intent on attaining their promised reward. Inside the auditorium, the flying heroines had taken to the air, minus some of their clothes in a few cases to exit through the broken skylight. The fresh air coming in began to dissipate the drugs in the air and along with those who had gone outside in pursuit, the people began to recover their wits and start looking rather embarrassed at each other. An hour or so later, when the crowd had all gone home, Ms. Americana and some of the other heroines returned to the auditorium, but there was no sign of Tamara and the complex manager couldn't seem to provide much in the way of details about who she had been or where she could be found. In fact, a few days later, all the cheques issued to the auditorium bounced. * * * Aphrodite was glowering at the strange glowing box in the shop window when she sensed someone come up behind her and then she felt something large and hard pressing against her ass. Reflexively, she drove an elbow back into the gut of the insolent moron and was surprised when she didn't hear an "oof" and feel him double over. She glanced over her shoulder, preparing for a more serious fight and then relaxed when she saw who it was. "Greetings fair Aphrodite, mighty Zeus has sent me to seek you and the others out," said Hercules with a huge grin on his face as he continued to grind his semi erect cock into her ass. "One of these days, you will presume too much," replied Aphrodite scornfully then she gestured at the television in the window. "This device purports to proclaim the news about some unusual event in this so called city." On the screen, police could be seen helping the dazed members of some large crowd in the background while a brown haired woman talked about what had happened. The background now switched to show Ms. Americana and some of the other members of the She Legion which Aphrodite pointed to scornfully. "These women are described as being Aphrodite women! I have never been so insulted in my life to be so compared to those over inflated cows! It is totally disgusting." Hercules looked from Ms. Americana in her skimpy, red, white and blue bikini that displayed her large breasts and long legs to great effect then to Aphrodite in her low cut toga and sandals that likewise did little to hide the body under them. He felt His cock twitch as he looked from one to the other, but decided his instructions from Zeus would be better served by not starting an argument. "I certainly do not perceive any resemblance," he agreed, though his rapidly hardening cock sure didn't agree. Aphrodite tore her eyes away from the news report on the television to transfer it to Hercules. "Just why exactly did that old blowhard send you to seek me out?" "Mighty Zeus bids all Olympians to congregate," replied Hercules as he continued to rub his cock against Aphrodite's ass while he spoke. "He has found a new, temporary home for us while we seek to free Mount Olympus from the spell it is under." "I suppose, I must humour him," replied Aphrodite s she pressed her body back into Hercules's cock, "but mayhap it can wait for a short while until after we adjourn to that dark alley yonder to relieve you of your little problem?" "I believe you are correct that a short delay will not offend Mighty Zeus," said Hercules, "though I must take issue with your description of my problem as being. Still, I suspect it will only take a brief inspection by you to determine the veracity of my claim." "Perhaps," smiled Aphrodite as she led the way into the little alley. * * * Red Sonja strode down the dark street, totally unafraid in the self confidence that she was the most dangerous thing abroad. As she approached an alley, she heard a familiar moaning sound and she smiled to herself as she peered around the corner. As she had expected, she saw a shapely body leaning against a brick wall with her legs spread wide and a large man hammering his impressive cock into her pussy from behind. Sonja frowned as there was something familiar about both figures and also about that large cock, but the light in the alley was poor. At that moment, however, the moon broke out from behind clouds and by chance sent a shaft down into the alley to illuminate the two lovers. "Oh fucking great," muttered Sonja to herself as she recognized the figures of Aphrodite and Hercules. "I never asked anyone to send in the fucking clowns." The End