Gods vs Demons Part 3: Club 666 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 One last copyright notice that I forgot to mention previously. Red Sonja is obviously not my character. I assume she belongs to Marvel / Disney, but I would love to see them tell the she devil with a sword that they own her! * * * "Freeze, or I'll shoot!" Red Sonja looked around to see a young red haired woman in what was obviously some kind of uniform, even if she had never seen its like before. The uniform consisted of dark blue leggings of some sort, a jacket of the same colour over a lighter blue top and a flat cap like thing perched on her short cut hair. In her hands, the woman was holding a metallic device that was pointed at Sonja's chest and which the swordswoman knew with certainty had to be a weapon of some sort. Sonja cursed herself for being careless and letting someone get the drop on her. After seeing Hercules and Aphrodite fucking in the alley, she had stolen away quietly not wanting to have to deal with them yet. The two Olympians and possibly others showing up in this strange future city at the same time she had seemed like too much of a coincidence and Sonja had wanted time to think things over. Apparently, she had been thinking too deeply and had let this city guard get the drop on her. The fact the guard was female was mildly interesting in that in Sonja's experience, virtually all city guards had been male unless she had been dealing with some Amazon society. "Go away," Sonja told the woman peremptorily. "I don't have any quarrel with you." She had hoped that warning would be sufficient to end this confrontation since fighting with city guards was so often a no win situation. If you gave up, they tended to throw you in some vermin ridden jail that you had to then escape from. On the other hand if you fought and killed one or more of them, then they would get rather annoyed and leaving town on a fast and often stolen horse was the only viable option. In this case, getting out of town was not possible and a futuristic jail might be more difficult to escape from. Officer Felicia McSweeney narrowed her eyes at Sonja's peremptory order, but had no intention of complying with it. "I think From the looks of that sword and knife, I found the person who killed that guy in the alley last night. Unbuckle that sword belt and let it drop to the pavement right now and don't try anything smart." "If you are talking about the thug who attacked me with a knife, then of course I killed him," snorted Sonja. "Is self defence not permitted in this city?" "It will be up to a judge to decide if it was self defence," said Felicia, still keeping her gun pointed at the red haired woman who showed no sign of dropping her weapons. "Now, do as I ordered you and lose the sword and knife." "I don't have time for this nonsense," snapped Sonja and one hand started to drift towards the throwing knife on her belt. She had no idea how deadly the guard's weapon was, but Sonja was supremely confident in the speed of her reflexes and that her knife blade would be in the woman's throat before she could use her futuristic weapon. "Don't try it," Felicia Warned Sonja as her finger tightened on the trigger. What might have happened next will never be known since the ground around them began to shake and tremble. A second later, the pavement almost directly under Sonja burst upwards and threw the swords woman hard against the side of a building where she hit her head and slumped to the ground unconscious. Further from the point of eruption, Felicia was only knocked off her feet and lay there slightly dazed as a green, scaly head appeared out of the hole. "Hey babe, where am I?" asked the Aberration, possibly the most dangerous super villain and certainly the strongest in Delta City. When Felicia didn't reply, the Aberration climbed out of the hole and looked around, spotting a street sign about twenty yards away. "Baker Street huh?" This all gave Felicia time to recover her wits and her gun which she had dropped when she had been knocked to the ground. She had no difficulty in recognizing the man or creature or whatever he was and that there were a dozen warrants out for his arrest. "Hands in the air!" she screamed as she trained her gun on the Aberration. "You are under arrest." "By you and what army?" sneered the Aberration, "and I do mean that literally babe. I got muscles on my muscles and I‘ve tossed fucking tanks around, so I am not exactly too worried about you and your little pop gun. On the other hand, I have been trapped underground by that bitch's magic quicksand for a long time and I am fucking horny, so there might be a use for you yet." [Author's Note: The Aberration was trapped in quicksand by Hexanna way back in Delta City PI #39 and hasn't been seen since] "I am warning you that I will shoot if you come any closer," said Felicia as the eight foot tall, green skinned freak began to advance on her. "Oooh, I love it when a woman talks nasty," grinned the Aberration as he paused in his advance and pulled down his shorts which were his only item of clothing, to reveal a massive cock that was beginning to harden. "I don't think you are one of those Aphrodite bitches, but you aren't half bad looking and as they say, any hole in need. Of course, not being super powered means you won't likely live through the experience, but sometimes eggs get broken eh?" Felicia let her gaze drift briefly from the Aberration's face to his rapidly swelling cock and tried to fight down her panic which was rising just as quickly. That monster was already well over a foot long and only half hard as it continued to grow longer and thicker. She briefly considered holstering her gun and making a run for it, but damn it all to hell, she was a cop and it was her duty to protect the city, not run away like a coward. The Aberration took another step towards her and another. "Stop!" she shouted, but when the creature took another step towards her, his cock already dribbling a steady stream of precum, she sighted on his chest and emptied her gun into him. It had absolutely no effect. "I'm invulnerable babe," he laughed and grabbed his cock in his hands to stroke it as he regarded her. "You know I have heard about guys who brag they are going to shove their dicks so deep into a chick that it will come out of her mouth in a reverse blowjob. Of course, those guys are just bragging, but I can actually do that. What do you think of that babe?" When Felicia didn't reply, the Aberration just grinned wider and suddenly closed the distance to her in one incredibly fast surge. One hand closed on the gun she was still holding and squished it into a steel marble while the other casually ripped open her uniform blouse and removed her sports bra to let her D cup tits bounce into view. Felicia gasped and then her training kicked in automatically and she punched the Aberration in the face. It felt like she had punched a brick wall as pain lanced through her arm. "Still spunky eh?" said the Aberration. "Well, I am going to give you lots of my own spunk babe," and he shredded the policewoman's pants from her like they were made of tissue paper. Two muscular arms then grabbed Felicia and lifted her in the air, and positioned her pussy at the tip of his cock. "Now babe, this is going to hurt a lot, so feel free to scream since screaming turns me on." "In that case, this should really turn you on," said Red Sonja as she rested her drawn sword blade on the Aberration's shoulder next to the Aberration's head so he could see the sharp, glittering edge. The swordswoman had woken up from the surprise attack in time to see the city guard's courage in facing down her much larger and stronger foe. It made Sonja glad she hadn't had to kill the woman and even gladder she had woken up in time to save her. "I don't know who you are bitch," snarled the Aberration, "and you obviously don't know who I am or you wouldn't be trying something so stupid. If a gun can't stop me and even tanks are a joke, what exactly do you think that little letter opener of yours is going to do?" "This for starters," said Sonja as she gave the sword a flick with her wrist and sliced off a chunk of the Aberration's ear. "Ouch, what the fuck?" yelled the Aberration as he dropped Felicia and clapped a hand to his bleeding ear. "That ain't fucking possible. No fucking sword can hurt the Aberration." "Maybe you never faced one blessed by a goddess," replied Sonja. "How about we see what else of yours I can cut off?" she asked glancing down at his rapidly wilting penis. "Get the fuck away from me bitch!" screamed the Aberration as he leaped over the fallen Felicia and whirled to face Sonja. "This isn't over," he said as he quickly pulled up his shorts and tucked his cock back into hiding. He turned then and all Sonja and Felicia saw was a green blur running away. "Thanks," said Felicia getting shakily to her feet. She looked down at her shredded uniform and grimaced before bending down to find her cell phone which luckily was still working. "You probably saved my life whoever you are." "My name is Red Sonja," Sonja said as she casually sheathed her sword and turned to walk away. "Hey, wait a second," called Felicia. "I'm guessing you told the truth about that scumbag jumping you, so I'm not going to hassle you about that, but you can't just walk around the city dressed like that and carrying a sword." Felicia stopped to think about what she had just said. "Ok, this is Delta City and so the way you are dressed is not that unusual. I mean, that get-up is not any skimpier than Ms. Americana's bikini, but a sword is still a huge no no even in Delta City. I just got off shift and was heading home. Like I said, I owe you, so why don't you come with me and get off the streets while I find out what your deal is." Red Sonja looked at the half naked woman and considered her words. She had been wandering the city since she had arrived, getting only a few hours of sleep in alleys during the day since she had come. She needed to learn more about this city and find out just what her goddess wanted her to do here. "Alright," agreed Sonja. "You don't seem half bad for a city guard." "My name is Felicia," said the young policewoman as she gathered up the shreds of her uniform and began to lead the way cautiously down the thankfully still deserted street. "I live just a couple of blocks from here. Er, I have to admit it is just a little studio apartment with one bed that we will have to share." "Not a problem," replied Sonja. "Do you think we will get much sleep? She asked as she let her gaze linger on Felicia's ass. Felicia blushed a little then glanced back at Sonja in her skimpy, turquoise bikini armour and the massive, barely covered tits. "Probably not for a few hours at least," she agreed with a grin. * * * "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, right there," moaned Felicia as she lay on her back on her bed groping her breasts and watching the red haired Sonja between her spread legs. The woman was as good with her tongue as she seemed to be with knife and sword as she lapped at Felicia's g-spot and was damn close to triggering the policewoman's first of what she hoped would be many orgasms. Once safely home, Felicia had quickly phoned in a report about the Aberration and the giant hole he had left in the road. The desk sergeant hadn't been happy with her not sticking around, but she had claimed to be in shock from her close encounter and disconnected. When she had looked around after putting the phone down, she had found a naked woman waiting for her in her bed. Felicia had quickly divested herself of the tatters of her uniform and quickly joined Sonja in bed. They had started with a long, passionate kiss and then the red haired woman had worked her way lower until they had reached their current situation. Unable to hold back any longer, Felicia let her head loll back on the pillow and felt an orgasm sweep over her body in wave after shuddering wave of pleasure. Sonja looked up from between the other woman's spread thighs with a face that was coated with Felicia's juices and smiled at her new friend. Seeing the satiated look on Felicia's face, Sonja smiled even wider and then slithered up to lay fully on top of the city guard and kissed her on the lips with their breasts pressed tightly together. Felicia could taste herself on Sonja's soft lips and responded by opening her mouth and reaching around to cup Sonja's soft ass with her two hands. "I've never done this with a city guard before," teased Sonja when she briefly broke the kiss. "Here, we are called Police Officers," murmured Felicia. "I have a lot of questions I want to ask you about where you came from, but at the moment there are more important things on my mind." Such as?" asked Sonja with a raised eyebrow. "Such as wondering what your pussy tastes like," replied Felicia with a grin. "Well then, I guess for once I will have to just lie back and let a city …, police officer, investigate me," replied Sonja as she gave Felicia another kiss and then moved to lay on her back with her own legs now spread wide to display her neatly trimmed flame red bush "I think it is going to be a lengthy investigation," purred Felicia as she lowered her mouth onto Sonja's pussy and started to lick it enthusiastically. * * * "Penny for your thoughts." Carla Rodgers looked up from where she had been contemplating the empty depths of her coffee cup for the last half hour or so and saw Steve standing there holding a coffee pot. He gestured at her empty cup and Carla nodded. "You wouldn't be getting your money's worth," she said as she continued to stare at the refilled cup without drinking. "Care to talk about it?" asked Steve as he eased his six foot four inch frame into the seat opposite her. It was a quiet night in Sanctuary with only a handful of patrons scattered around the large room, so no one was clamoring for Steve's attention. In his alter ego to Captain Glory, Steve Hodges served as bouncer, cook, carpenter, plumber and virtually anything else that was needed by the bar that served as a respite for harried Aphrodites and anyone else in need. "I don't know," replied Carla who finally took a small sip of the coffee. "I feel so fucking stupid for how I behaved with that damn beauty pageant." She glanced up at Steve for a second then lowered her gaze back to her coffee. "You also saw me naked." "That wasn't the first time," observed Steve with a small smile. "It seems to be an occupational hazard with you She Legion types." Carla briefly looked up at Steve again to give him an angry glare, but then blew out a sigh. "Yeah, I don't know why, but it seems to happen a lot doesn't it?" Steve nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement of her statement. "I think you are being too hard on yourself though. You did screw up a bit, but that's just part of growing up and getting experience. I certainly screwed up more than my share when I was your age and no, I am not going to tell you all about those times since I am trying to forget them. Keep in mind though that you were being played and the person calling the tune seemed to have been an expert. When Ms. Americana and the other senior heroines saw how you looked on that pay per view broadcast, they knew immediately that you had been drugged. They took samples of clothing and other things to Professor Werder for testing and everything was saturated with aphrodisiacs like Bliss. On a hunch, I even took him some of the posters that attracted your attention in the first place and they contained subliminal messages aimed specifically at Aphrodites." That brought Carla's head up in a snap to stare gape mouthed at Steve. "Who the hell was that Tamara? I never saw her before." "We don't know," replied Steve. "It is like she just appeared in a puff of smoke and vanished the same way. She couldn't have done everything she did without some significant backing, though we haven't been able to trace who that might be. Night Raven and Green Spectre are the best at detective work and they are going to keep digging. Hexanna is sure there is a supernatural element to this, but it doesn't seem like the work of any known player like Nightmare Witch." Carla considered all of this and then was silent for a moment biting her lip. "I know this is stupid," she finally said in a quiet voice, unable to look at Steve, "but the naked thing bothers me. It's not just the whole public thing, but well …," she hesitated before blurting out, "you didn't seem to um be that interested," she finished in a rush and blushed furiously. "You mean you would rather I ogled you like you were a piece of meat?" asked Steve with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, I mean NO!" cried Carla in a louder voice than she intended as a few of the other patrons looked over at their table. "I don't know what I mean. You don't find me attractive?" "I find you extremely attractive," replied Steve. "You are also young enough to be my daughter. I would be lying if I said I hadn't entertained at least a few thoughts about sleeping with you, but one of those stories I refuse to tell you about taught me that mixing business with pleasure is not a great idea. Not that I learned that lesson especially well you mind. When I first came to Delta City, I got involved with that temptress Tawnee Lion who turned out to be one of Kitty Kat's creatures. It took a while to get my head out of my ass and figure out the truth. The heroines in Delta City are not a conventional lot and there is a lot about them, about you that I don't totally understand. The Aphrodite gene gives you a lot of things including your powers and your good looks, but it also demands a heavy toll. I had a chance to talk to Nancy before she left and she was convinced the gene was designed to make you vulnerable to a variety of sexual stimulations. It's not like you want to do some of the things you do, but once you get your motors revved, there isn't much that can stop you." "So much for free will," muttered Carla. "It does make it more of a challenge," admitted Steve. "All you can do is to be aware of it and try to compensate for it as best you can. Experience will help with that too." "You know, you might make it as a therapist if you ever retire from the hero business," said Carla with a smile that looked natural and not forced for the first time that night. "I have enough work as it is," answered Steve and then both he and Carla turned to watch Chloe approaching them at a trot from the back corridor. "The toilet in the ladies room is plugged again" the waitress cried. "See what I mean?" asked Steve as he got up and hurried after Chloe. * * * Detective Sergeant Pete "Nails" Ramirez stared intently at the blurry video on his computer screen. It was one of the few videos of whatever had happened at the Ms. Delta City beauty pageant available and had been taken by a less than steady hand on a cell phone. There had been over a dozen professional cameras recording the event from multiple angles, supposedly for pay per view, but the company that had shot the video couldn't be found, it was like they had vanished off the face of the earth. No one who had paid the money to watch it had been able to record anything and so all he was left with were the videos taken by audience members on their phones who were apparently half out of their minds on drugs. Ramirez tried to zoom in on the face of the blonde woman who had acted as MC, but the image just pixelated and he swore and slammed his fist on his desk in frustration which drew looks from others in the squad room. It couldn't be her, he muttered to himself, drawing more worried looks that he never noticed. She was dead, damn it! He had been there! He had seen her body, so there was no way it could be her, but the tantalizing image on his screen said maybe he was wrong. Ramirez sighed and sat back in his chair thinking after he closed the video. He noticed a few of the other cops in the room looking his way and glared at them until they hastily decided they were not interested in what he was doing. Ramirez was somewhere in his mid to late fifties and while he could no longer chase down a fleet footed perp like he used to, he was still in incredibly good shape and no one in their right mind wanted to mix it up with the six foot two, heavily muscled sergeant with the close cut salt and pepper hair. Some of the more curious might have wondered why Ramirez was still only a sergeant after 35 years on the force, but they weren't suicidal enough to ask him that question. The answer though was that Ramirez was an honest cop on a crooked force in a crooked city. He didn't take bribes, he didn't take payoffs and he didn't even take free doughnuts and coffee. He had gone after the "bad guys" no matter where he found them and the result was that promotions were never sent his way. He had arrested the mayor's son for a DUI, he had busted a union bigshot for racketeering and the list of his "sins" went on and on. Ramirez was stuck at sergeant and would be a sergeant when he retired or died, whichever came first. He didn't really give a damn about the missing promotions since a higher rank wasn't required for him to do his job. It wasn't his job though that he was thinking about right now, but a night ten years ago which suddenly looked to him like it had been the biggest scam he had ever witnessed. Damn it, she was dead and this fucking video was lying, it had to be! * * * Tamara stepped out of the shower and after drying herself off, wrapped the towel around her body and stepped into her bedroom lost in thought. She had a nice suite just down the corridor from the council chamber where the demon lords met. It wasn't that they were being generous so much as they wanted her available on a moment's notice. It was the middle of the "day" in this place, though night and day didn't really matter as the sky outside her windows was always the same, black roiling clouds of ash lit with a red glow from a source she could never see. The depressing, unchanging view was the reason Tamara always kept her curtains drawn, so she wouldn't have to see it. She had been forced into this midday shower to clean the cum from her body yet again. At least this place seemed to have an unending supply of hot water for showers. The cum had been her "reward" from Old Scratch for her successful implementation of his stupid beauty contest plan. The goat faced bastard hadn't even been upset when the heroines had crashed his party at the end before they even got to the swim suit competition. Apparently, the action sequence had gone over big with the viewers and the high ratings gave the others a high standard that they would have to try and beat. Yes, Old Scratch had been so pleased, he had fucked her for hours. Suddenly, Tamara's thoughts were disrupted by the sound of her apartment door sliding open. There was a buzzer to request admittance and a lock on it, but the demons never bothered with the former and she had learned not to bother with the latter. Heavy footsteps sounded as they crossed the front room and then a large figure loomed in her bedroom doorway. "Ah there you are," said Ignarion, the Purple People Eater, "and it looks like you are ready for our meeting," he added as his gaze took in her towel only covered body. "Very ready," purred Tamara in her sultriest tone as she dropped the towel and stood there naked before the massive, purple skinned demon. The meeting, in point of fact, had been supposed to be in another half hour in the conference room, but apparently Ignarion had different ideas about how to start a meeting. Tamara had learned the hard way to just roll with it and give the demons whatever they wanted, which often was her body. "Why don't we get started?" she said and turning, gave her ass a wiggle and got onto the large bed. A moment later, the bed creaked under the weight of the huge creature who joined her on top of it. "I like to go deep in my planning sessions," snickered Ignarion as his huge, purple penis slid out from wherever he kept it hidden and he slapped her across the face with it making a meaty "twack" sound and coating Tamara's cheek with precum. "I know and I love it," lied Tamara with a huge smile as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the purple cock. "I know you do," laughed Ignarion as he grabbed the back of Tamara's head and holding it steady, rammed the entire length of his massive member down her throat in one quick, savage thrust. Long practice now allowed Tamara to take the thick, throbbing cock down her throat without gagging, a fact that many of the demons regretted as it was an integral part of their enjoyment. Ignarion was one of those and remembering this, Tamara made appropriate sounds of distress as the purple demon began to skull fuck her. Tamara let her mind wander as her tongue likewise wandered over the demon's shaft, eliciting moans of pleasure from Ignarion. The Purple People Eater was a bit of an anomaly on the demon council, especially since the twin demons were seemingly out of the picture at least for now. Tamara knew better than most just how long eternity was, so she wasn't counting on their absence to be permanent by any means. What made Ignarion unique was that he was the only member of the council who wasn't directly associated with the Judeo-Christian mythology. Satan, Lucifer and all the others were really just different names for the Judeo-Christian devil. It wasn't a field, Tamara had studied in her mortal life, but she was sure that tradition held only one ultimate "devil". After ten years of serving the council, however, Tamara wasn't sure which one if any of the members was the real thing. It was entirely possible that these demons had just adopted their names and forms as part of some great obfuscation, though why they would do so was beyond her. If there was no real devil, just these pretenders, did that mean there was no real god either? Maybe the answer to that question didn't really matter when one was already damned. This seemed like a day when Tamara's philosophical thoughts were doomed to be interrupted. This time it was the massive load of thick warm spunk that flooded her mouth as Ignarion began to empty his balls in her mouth. Tamara gulped and swallowed mouthful after mouthful, knowing from previous encounters with the demon that he liked to watch her swallowing his spunk like it was some tasty treat. It was only when her stomach was full of his cum and she didn't think she could fit another mouthful into it when the flow stopped. "That was a good start to the meeting," grinned the one eyed, horned demon as he pulled his cock free from Tamara's throat with a lewd, sucking sound and wiped it across her face. "Let's move on to the next item on the agenda shall we?" Tamara could only nod as she lay back down on her bed and spread her legs wide. "I will second that motion," snickered Ignarion as he got on top of her, almost crushing her under his weight and bulk, but such an easy out was not allowed in Hell. Even expecting it, Tamara couldn't contain the gasp that escaped her lips as she felt her pussy lips being spread wide by the huge purple phallus that then continued to plunge deep inside her with no consideration at all to her comfort, much less her enjoyment. The bed creaked ominously as the Purple People Eater began to slam his cock in and out of the blonde under him. The demon was in no hurry to cum a second time, and there was nothing for Tamara to do, but lie there and take it as best she could staring up into that one single, unblinking eye. It was a full half hour by her recking before Ignarion gave another loud moan and began to pump his second load of the "meeting" into her pussy. "Now roll over and let me try that tight ass of yours," said Ignarion after he finally pulled his dick out of her pussy, triggering a flood of cum spilling onto the sheets. "I was hoping you would want to do it," cooed Tamara and thought it more than a little ironic that these princes of lies couldn't recognize one when it was being told to them. * * * "Where in Hades have you two been?" demanded Zeus when Aphrodite and Hercules finally reached them. After their impromptu fuck session in the alley, they had wandered out into the street and nearly stepped in a huge hole. As they had peered down into it, they had heard loud sirens getting closer and slipped away just before a police car had arrived. They hadn't, of course, known what a police car was, but they had seen many of the travelling metal boxes containing humans and had deduced that the sirens and flashing lights probably meant these were some type of important humans, though naturally still quite inferior to gods like themselves. "I think it should be obvious what they have been up to," snorted Hera with a rolling of her eyes. "Well, we are here now, so what is so interesting?" replied Aphrodite in a bored tone. "With Mount Olympus barred to us until we find a way to remove the barrier around it," said Zeus, "we need a new home." Aphrodite looked around, expecting to see a palace worthy of her, but only saw a fence made of metal with some type of wire strung along the top. Peering through the fence, she saw a large building, or at least most of a large building that was dark and deserted. "Mayhap you have finally taken full leave of your senses?" suggested the baffled goddess of love and sex. In response, Zeus leaned down and picked up a sign that had apparently been affixed to the fence at one point before falling off and turned it so they could all read it. Future Site of Mount Olympus Hotel, Spa and Casino Come stay and play where the gods live Opening soon! "It is the perfect place for us," said Zeus beaming. "It looks like an unfinished dump," snorted Aphrodite who turned to look at Athena. "You are supposed to be the clever one, tell him this is the screwiest idea he has ever had and considering some of his past antics, that is saying a lot." "Actually, I think it is a good idea," responded Athena as she petted the small, brown owl perched on her shoulder. "We need a base of operations and we know our enemies are still active and will take action against us as soon as they realize we have escape the prison they trapped us in for nearly two thousand of mortal years." "Base of operations?" scoffed Aphrodite. "Even I can see it is not finished and are you seriously suggesting we actually run this thing as if we were mortal merchants. We are gods!" "It will be a perfect cover," countered Athena. "We will be hiding right out in the open while we prepare to assail our foes. I agree we know nothing about running such an establishment, but how hard can it be if mortals can do it? If necessary, we can even hire mortals to do the menial work." "Well that is all settled," broke in Zeus and he turned to look at another one of the Olympians. "Hecate,I think this is your type of job." "I have the required power and ability for this task," conceded the goddess of magic, "but not the knowledge of construction and materials." "That is where I can help," said a powerfully built man who limped forward on a bum leg leaning on a dwarf for support. He gave Aphrodite a look of mixed disgust and disappointment. Hecate nodded. "It is fortunate for us then Hephaestus that you were visiting Mount Olympus when we were attacked." "I wonder if that was a coincidence," mused Athena, "or part of our enemy's plan to snare all of us." "That is something we will have to consider," agreed Hecate. "For now though, I need everyone to join hands to lend me the power needed for a spell of this magnitude." So speaking, the goddess reached out to take Hephaestus's hand and also that of Zeus. The rest of the Olympians quickly joined them and Hecate began to chant. "We who have dominion over this world call upon the spirits of air, fire, water and earth to heed us Take our knowledge and our power and serve us Complete this structure as we desire and give us a home So do I command thee by my blood and bone!" A bright light enveloped the nearly completed building and the surrounding area and when it died away, the newly completed building gleamed under the fading light of the moon. "Let's see what we made," declared Zeus snapping the lock on the gate in the fence and pushing it open. He strode through the sliding doors of the building and the others shrugged and followed him. * * * "Here you go," said Summer Morgan as she handed a laminated card to each of Anita Jackson and Lydia Willis. "Where did you get these?" asked Lydia as she studied the fake IDs. "These look pretty good to me." It was one of those oddities of the universe that can never be explained, but in Delta City, one of the most degenerate cities in the world, the legal drinking age was 21, an age that all three sidekicks were a good two years away from reaching. At least they had been until they obtained these newly minted documents. "There is a real good forger who owes the Spectres a favour," replied Summer with a smirk. "We could have sent him to prison for ten to twenty, but decided to go easy on him in case we needed someone with his talents in the future." "Cool," said Lydia, sticking her new ID card in her little clutch purse. The low cut white blouse and red mini skirt certainly didn't have anything so useful as pockets as that might have doubled the amount of cloth needed to make them. "Yeah cool," agreed Anita with less enthusiasm as it occurred to her that if in the future Green Spectre went to that forger to collect her favour, the whole gig with the fake Ids would be exposed. She consoled herself with the thought that it would be Summer facing the wrath of her mother and not her. "Tonight ladies we party," said Summer with a huge smile. "I thought we would start at Melons and go from there." "Sounds good to me," replied Anita as she found her enthusiasm returning. She looked at Lydia and asked "How come you didn't get grounded for hacking into that pay per view event? I thought Brenda would have come down on you like a ton of bricks." "I think she wanted to," agreed Lydia, "but since we were the ones to alert her and the other senior heroines about what was going on at the beauty contest, she gave me a get out of jail free card after one of her hour long lectures. I think she was actually more pissed at Candace for helping me do the hacking." "Oh oh," said Anita. "Those two get a little frosty with each other as it is at times. Candace still holds a bit of a grudge about getting booted from her internship at Wade Enterprises after the accident that gave her the Champion Girl powers." "That's not my problem," said Lydia. "I just want to party tonight." Anita just nodded and smiled. There didn't seem to be much point in scolding Lydia for not taking any responsibility for what had gone down, especially not with the fake ID she was holding making anything she said rather hypocritical. Instead, she just followed Lydia and Summer out to the white Jag they were going to use. "Shotgun!" cried Summer a second before Anita thought to call it and with a sigh the young black girl squeezed into the back seat. She didn't even have time to do up her seat belt before Lydia peeled out and headed down the drive from Wade Manor to the street. * * * "What is a bar crawler anyway?" Ignarion, the Purple People Eater, turned to look at his companion as they stood on a rooftop looking down at the street in front of the Melons night club. "It's actually a verb, bar crawling or pub crawling if you prefer." His companion was an ordinary looking man with dark hair and dressed in an expensive three piece black suit. He looked relatively harmless, but Ignarion knew that was deceiving. The seeming man went by the name of The Witchdoctor which Ignarion knew couldn't possibly be his real name, but it was the only one he would ever give. Considering the power of names, Ignarion didn't blame him and the ones he used himself were not his real name as anyone stupid enough to try using them in a spell would find out to their death. The Witchdoctor was not a friend as beings like them didn't have friends. He was, for lack of a better word, a companion he sometimes allied himself with and hadn't found necessary to kill yet. "You sound like some kind of scholar," snorted the Witchdoctor. "I did eat one last week," admitted Ignarion and he burped. "It's hard to keep a good man down. To answer your question, however, bar crawling involves normally young humans travelling from one drinking establishment to another in rapid succession and consuming significant quantities of intoxicants." "I can see some interesting possibilities in such an endeavor," said the Witchdoctor, "especially when it involves comely young females, but it hardly seems like the type of thing to win this contest you told me about." "It won't," replied Ignarion, "but that's the point." The Witchdoctor frowned. "I must confess to not understanding your reasoning. You know I have no interest in joining that council of blowhards, present company excluded of course, but I understood the purpose of the contest was to try and win it." Ignarion glanced sideways at his companion before returning his gaze to the street below them. He knew the Witchdoctor much preferred a personal, "hands on" approach to his work and had no great interest in the big picture of conquest and domination. As long as he got a regular diet of pussy, he didn't much care who ruled what. "I am pretty sure everyone else on the council is trying to win the contest," he conceded, "but I have a bad feeling about Delta city and I'm content to sit back and let the others get a black eye. My entry will be good enough to allay any suspicion on their part and get me some sweet pussy without much risk." "You are still convinced the ring of umbra is still in play despite the conventional wisdom that it was lost or destroyed millennia ago?" asked the Witchdoctor. "Yep and before you heap too much scorn on that idea, go ask Sauron about long lost rings, assuming you can find any trace of him left," replied Ignarion. "Well the ring wielded by the blind girl does have some of the characteristics of Umbra's ring," conceded the Witchdoctor, "but not near the power level it was reported to have." Ignarion shrugged. "She is young and the ring is new to her. It could just be an inferior copy of Umbra's ring, but I have a bad feeling about it." "um, changing the topic then, how are you getting on with the rest of the council?" asked the Witchdoctor. "I think most of them consider me to be a large purple buffoon," replied Ignarion. "I continue to encourage that delusion on their part until it is too late for them to do anything when they realize how wrong they were." "I have travelled to this world many times," said the Witchdoctor, "and I have learned a fair amount about their religions and mythology. Besides you, all the others currently on the council are employing the name and appearance of what humans call the Devil. Are any of them the real thing?" "You mean, are any of them that ancient being who defied the universe's creator and was cast out to suffer eternal damnation?" asked Ignarion, who shrugged and answered his own question. "Damned if I know or care for that matter. I suspect they are all frauds who have latched onto the name and rumoured appearance of that one devil, assuming he ever existed in the first place." "Good enough," grunted the Witchdoctor. "Now, when do I get to sample some of this prime pussy you promised me?" "Soon," replied Ignarion and he gestured towards the night club below them. "It is dark and people are starting to arrive. Our loyal Tamara will soon be implementing my plan." * * * "So who is the mousy little secretary type?" Cassie asked as she put her tray on the bar and nodded over her shoulder to where a woman with short brown hair was walking from table to table. Roxanne started to load drinks on the waitress's tray while she replied. "Her name is Tamara something or other. I was told she represents a group who are organizing luxury buses to take people bar hopping around the city. The owners of this dump, bless their greedy little hearts, think it is a good idea and told me to cooperate with her fully. They are doing a trial run tonight, so she is going around handing out those purple wrist bands to some lucky customers." Tamara self consciously patted her hair to make sure the brown wig was staying in place. After the beauty pageant, it seemed like a good idea not to be a blonde with glasses for a while. She only knew one person on the Delta City PD who was likely to be able to be a problem and more than anything else in the universe, she wanted to avoid meeting that person. As for the She Legion, they weren't nearly as vapid as a lot of people assumed and a couple like Green Spectre and Night Raven were damn clever detectives. She had just thought this when she caught sight of the three young women sitting at a table together and her AR contact lenses popped up their names and that one of them was actually the sidekick of Green Spectre. For a brief second, Tamara panicked, wondering if somehow the heroines were already onto her, but a second look at the trio quickly dispelled that notion. The three young women were laughing and gulping their drinks in a clear sign of people who were out for a good time and didn't know much about pacing themselves with the booze. Perfect. "Hello ladies," said Tamara coming up to their table. "Would you three beautiful young women be interested in going to the newest, hottest night club?" The three young heroines looked at each other, already a little tipsy and smiled widely back at Tamara. "Where is this place and what is it called?" asked Lydia. "It is called Club 666 and it is literally out of this world," replied Tamara handing each of the girls a purple wristband. "There is a luxury bus just outside the main door. Just show these wristbands to the driver and you are in for the time of your life. We are leaving in about half an hour, so don't miss out." "Party!" yelled Summer with delight as the three women took the wristbands and slipped them on. * * * "I don't like the looks of that," said Felicia. "Looks of what?" asked Sonja draining her seventh flagon of beer. She didn't have any of the local money, but men kept sending her drinks for some reason and a wise woman didn't look a gift camel in the mouth since among other things they tended to bite and spit in your eye. The two redheads had broken off their lovemaking finally to get some sleep. When they had woken up around noon, Felicia had tried calling her boyfriend Harry to see if he wanted to join them. Sonja had hesitated at first, but then remembered her release from her oath by her goddess and Felicia's description of Harry's size had intrigued her. Harry, however had been unable to come over. "Sorry Felicia, but I am supervising midterms and we also have to catch Esmerelda," Harry had told Felicia using the thing Felicia called a cell phone. Sonja didn't think the little device looked like any of the jail cells she had been in, but obviously a lot had changed since her day and maybe jail cells today had glass instead of iron bars. "What do you mean, you have to catch Esmerelda?" Felicia had asked. "I didn't think your students were prisoners." "Of course not," Harry had said. "Esmerelda just learned that one should never do a transmutation spell near a mirror. She turned herself into a frog and hopped out a window, so we are all out looking for her." There was the sound of a splash, Harry's voice broke off and then there was a scream. "What was that?" Felicia had called sounding a little panicked. "Sorry, I just stepped on an alligator is all," replied Harry. "Oh my god, how horrible, are you hurt much?" cried Felicia. "I just got a bit wet," replied Harry a little smugly. "The scream was from the alligator when I turned it into a fly. Who knows? Esmerelda might be hungry. I will try and make it over later, but don't wait up." The line had gone dead and after several boring hours of showing Sonja television, the pair had adjourned to Melons for drinks which was why they were there for Felicia to be concerned about the woman handing out the purple armbands. "This might be a human trafficking ring," said Felicia nodding her head towards where Tamara had just left an armband with a busty African-American girl who was dressed in an outfit almost as skimpy as Sonja's bikini armour. Sonja herself was currently dressed in jeans and a rather stretched plain white top that Felicia had lent her. There was no sign of a sword or knife on the woman and Sonja hadn't wanted to come out without her weapons, but had finally been talked into doing so by Felicia. When Sonja had gone to remove her sword belt, however, the whole matter had been happily resolved by the sword becoming invisible. This had startled Sonja as much as Felicia, but Sonja had finally reasoned it was part of the spell Crimson Spider had put on the necklace he gave her. Besides translating languages for her, the wizard had apparently foreseen the need for her to move about while keeping her weapons secretly hidden. "Human trafficking?" echoed Sonja. "Do you mean slaves? They aren't legal here I take it?" "They sure as hell aren't," growled Felicia. "We really need to have that talk about where you came from if slavery is allowed there." "It is pretty common," replied Sonja, "but I never cared for slavers much myself. Should we intervene?" "Maybe," replied Felicia chewing on her lower lip as she thought. "We don't actually know what is going on. I would love to get on that bus and find out, but we would need those wristbands for that." "Leave that up to me," said Sonja standing up. "Wait, what are you doing?" hissed Felicia, but Sonja didn't reply as she staggered away from the table drunkenly which made Felicia blink since all the beer Sonja had drunk hadn't seemed to affect her in the slightest. In fact, Sonja had complained the beer was little more than water. As Felicia watched, Sonja meandered unsteadily towards a table with a pair of what appeared to be identical twins, blonde exchange students from Sweden. "Hey you girls are kind of cute," slurred Sonja as she leaned one hand on the table as if to steady herself and pretty much pushing her chest into the faces of the two startled girls. "In fact you are so cute, I want to give you both a kiss. I never kissed twins before and I want to see if you do everything the same." Before the twins could object, assuming they were planning to do so, Sonja kissed first one and then the other hard on the lips. "Yep, exactly identical," giggled Sonja and winked at the pair. "I got to go take a leak, but after I come back, the three of us need to find a room with a big bed so I can see if everything else is identical." Sonja staggered back to Felicia, grabbed the police officer by her arm and pulled her towards the corridor leading to the bathrooms and the back door. "Come on," she said, her words no longer slurred, "before they miss them." "Miss what?" asked a mystified Felicia as she was pulled out into the alley behind the nightclub. "These," said Sonja with a smile as she held up a pair of the purple wristbands. "Besides being the best swordswoman in the world, I am also the best thief." "That's not a claim you should really make to a police officer," noted Felicia as she took one of the wristbands.  Circling around to the front of the club , the pair saw that women were now starting to board the bus. "Only very good looking women got the wristbands," Felicia pointed out. The woman with the short brown hair who had been handing them out stood by the bus door checking each girl as they boarded. "Shit, she is going to know she didn't give us these," whispered Felicia. While they were considering what to do now, a half dozen drunk men came out of the club and tried to board. They were intercepted by the driver, who for some reason was wearing a very realistic purple monster costume. This created a distraction and the two women quickly slipped on board the bus, flashing the wristbands at the driver, while the woman's view was obscured by the short lived fight which saw the drunks all easily handled by the driver. In their hurry to bord, the two women didn't notice another figure lurking in the shadows in the seat behind the driver. "I don't think that's a costume," hissed Sonja to Felicia as the policewoman pulled her to the back of the bus and as far from the brown haired woman as possible. "Of course it's a costume," whispered Felicia. "It's not like he is a real demon or anything." Sonja, who had significantly more experience with demons, just shrugged. It wasn't like she couldn't deal with one little demon even if he was eight feet tall and looked like he could pick up this strange vehicle that Felicia called a bus. She was Red Sonja after all. * * * "Now this is class," gushed Lydia as she climbed onto the bus. "Leather seats, tv screens, wi-fi and cup holders for every seat!" "You missed the built-in bar," yelled Summer who plopped down into the seat beside her blonde friend after picking up two glasses of beer to test out the cup holders. "8K screens," enthused Anita as she sat down just across the aisle from the other two and began going through the channels, stopping when she reached what was clearly a porn channel. A large breasted Asian woman in a nurse's uniform was giving some loving oral attention to a large white cock. "Doesn't look like there is much wrong with him," noted Anita as she relaxed in her seat to watch the movie while the last of the women boarded and the bus started to move. Sonja and Felicia watched and listened to the excited shrieks from the others from the back of the bus where they were doing their best to remain inconspicuous. As the bus started to move, they noticed that their seats were vibrating and the sensation slowly grew stronger with time. "Mmm, this feels rather nice," moaned Felicia after a few minutes. "It's kind of like riding a horse," observed Sonja as she felt herself getting stimulated in a most delightful way. "Really?" asked Felicia. "I have never ridden a horse." "Well sometimes with the right horse and if you sit just right in the saddle, the movement can really get you off," replied Sonja. Felicia took another look at the other women on the bus and saw they were all squirming in their seats, so evidently they were getting the same treatment as she and Sonja. "As good as this feels, I don't much like what it implies." "Ahhhhh, I don't think we have much choice but to sit back and enjoy it," murmured Sonja. "If this is someone's idea of torture then I am just fine with it." Between the vibrating seats, free booze, porn and equally importantly, the aphrodisiacs floating through the air thanks to the handy air fresheners hung strategically throughout the bus, no one seemed to notice the bus was taking a long time to reach the new bar. Several of the women had begun to make out with each other including Summer and Lydia when the bus drove under an overpass. The driver in his oh so realistic monster costume reached out and pressed a button on the dash and a purple light surrounded the bus. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen the bus drive into the underpass, but never emerge. "Um, what is that old saying about red skies?" asked Summer as she pulled her tongue out of Lydia's mouth and looked out the window of the bus which was slowing. Lydia shrugged, noticed one of her boobs had popped out of her top and absentmindedly reholstered it. "I think it was something about red sky at night, sailors get tight. Why are you asking?" "Because the sky has gone all funky red behind those black clouds," replied Summer as a large door swung up in front of the bus and it drove inside cutting off the view of the outside. "Must be a storm coming," said Lydia with a frown as she pulled out her cell phone and saw she had no signal. That's weird," she began but Tamara was standing at the front of the bus, clapping her hands for their attention. "We are here ladies, please exit the bus and go through the door to your right," Tamara yelled. "Free drinks here tonight for everyone with a purple armband complements of the owner." This brought loud cheers from the women who nearly trampled Tamara as they stampeded off the bus and into the club. Felicia and Sonja hunkered down in their seats and didn't move while the others all streamed off the bus, chatting excitedly and obviously eager to reach the club. "Um how many orgasms did you get from the seat?" asked Felicia in a whisper. "I lost track after the fifth one," moaned Sonja softly. "Best ride I ever had. I think I would even trade my horse in for one of these things." * * * The inside of the club was very dark with only a dim reddish lighting coming from an unseen ceiling while thick smoke swirled up from the floor. The music had a heavy throbbing beat that got straight into the bones and brain. "Cool," breathed Lydia as she surveyed the throng of dancing bodies moving to the music. Suddenly hands reached out to grab her and tug her onto the dance floor. Rather than protesting, Lydia started to shake her body and let the music take her. Now and then, she tried to see what her companion looked like, but the room was so dark that even just a few feet away, she could make out little detail other than he had long, shoulder length hair. At least, she thought her partner was male and discovered a few minutes later she had guessed correct when he pulled her tight to him and she felt what was clearly an erection pressing against her leg. Lydia thought that was being a little too forward, but she was having too much fun dancing to complain. It never occurred to her that perhaps even the few drinks she had consumed didn't quite account for the exhilaration she was feeling. If anything, her excitement went up a notch when her partner spun her around and pressed his cock into her barely covered ass and began actually humping her there on the dark dance floor. The other two sidekicks had also been pulled onto the dance floor by unseen partners. Summer found herself dancing with a large guy who seemed to have a spikey haircut that made him look even larger. He pulled her tight to him, so her breasts were grinding into his chest while the top of her head only reached to his chin. Strong hands were cupping her round ass and holding her there, but Summer had drunk more than either of the others and was more than content to be held like that as the music rolled over them in waves of sound. Anita's partner was actually smaller than her and his head nestled between her breasts as they swayed across the dance floor. He must have a beard, thought the young heroine as she felt something rough and scratchy rubbing against her skin on the tops of her boobs. One of her partner's hands sought out hers and his hand too was rough as if he worked with them a lot outdoors. His hand guided hers down to his groin and Anita gasped when her fingers closed on the bulge through what felt like rough work clothes. She knew she should pull her hand away and give this guy a piece of her mind, but instead she found herself rubbing that bulge as a wave of excitement came over her at her daring even though the room was clearly too dark for anyone to see what she was doing. * * * Sonja and Felicia waited for several minutes after the others had disembarked before getting up and heading for the door of the bus. Sonja was several paces ahead and just starting down the steps when a figure rose out of the front seat behind the driver and blocked Felicia's path. "I don't believe you were invited to the party," said the Witchdoctor with an evil smile on his human seeming features. Sonja heard the man's voice behind her and turned her head to see if her new friend needed help and at that moment a huge purple fist crashed into the side of her head and knocked her senseless. Felicia heard Sonja give a cry and saw the swordswoman go down before she dropped into a fighting stance. "I don't know who you are mister, but I suggest you get out of my way before I remove you." "Oh my, I am so scared," mocked the Witchdoctor who took a step towards the young policewoman, his smile getting broader as he took in the ripe young body of his opponent. Felicia was never quite clear on what happened next. One moment she was standing there ready to fight and the next multiple tentacles shot out of the sides and back of the Witchdoctor, some of them holding her immobilized while others shredded her clothes from her body with inhuman ease. Felicia was then picked up and draped over the back of one of the bus seats and her legs pulled wide apart. Still trying to grasp what had happened, Felicia gave a scream as she felt something very large and hard shoved into her pussy. She moaned and thrashed, but the tentacles held her firmly in place as the Witchdoctor began to roughly fuck her, driving in deeper with each thrust. In front of Felicia, a porn movie was still playing on the screen attached to the seat in front of her. It showed a large breasted blonde being fucked from behind by a huge cock and it seemed to the young redhead that her attacker had synchronized his thrusts to that of the actors on the screen. Outside the bus, Ignarion bent down and picked up Red Sonja by her long, bright red hair and dragged her over to a bench covered in tools that he swept to the floor with one swipe of his hand. Laying Sonja down on her back on the bench, the Purple People Eater ripped the shirt that Felicia had loaned Sonja off with a tug of one large finger. Out spilled Sonja's pent up breasts to bounce and jiggle for the demon's delight. Two huge meaty purple hands each grabbed a breast and began to roughly squeeze and play with them like a kid who has just discovered play dough for the first time. Sonja gave out a low moan, but was still unconscious when Ignarion stopped groping her tits and ripped off her jeans to display the ultimate prize. The swordswoman came fully awake with a scream a few seconds later when Ignarion's massive purple member slammed home into her pussy. * * * Inside the club, the three sidekicks and the other women had been dancing with their partners for more than ten minutes without a break in the music which just seemed to be one never ending thrumming that somehow conveyed sexuality in every beat. When the music finally did stop, the silence was stunning to the senses. A female voice came over the loudspeakers after a few seconds. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began and this drew snickers and a few outright laughs from the crowd, though the newcomers had no idea what was so funny in that routine greeting. "Welcome to Club 666. I think we have had enough dancing for the moment, so let's all get introduced better shall we Turn up the lights please!" Lydia, Summer, Anita and the others were suddenly blinded by bright lights coming on all around the large room. It took a few seconds for their abused eyes to adjust and then several of them started to scream as they got their first good look at their dance partners. Lydia found herself gaping at her partner who was a scaly, black scaled creature and what she had thought was long hair proved now to be tentacles that writhed around on his skull as if they had a life of their own. Summer's companion was a blue skinned demon with a mouthful of very sharp looking teeth and his spiky hair turning out to be just spikes. Anita stared at her partner who was indeed short, but covered in rough green scales and having a frog like face. She gave a squeal and let go of the slimy cock she found she had still be stroking as it had emerged from a sheath and not rough work clothes as she had thought. All in all there were a couple hundred demons of various sizes, shapes and colours in the room and they were all looking at the newly arrive human females with lust in their eyes. A few of the girls fainted, others scream and some tried to run for the door they had come through only to be surrounded by groups of demons who closed in on them and began to rip at their skimpy bar hopping clothes. Only the three sidekicks tried to fight back as they moved to form a triangle to try and watch each other's back. Their fists and feet knocked back the first wave of attackers, but there were too many of them and the alcohol and drugs had weakened them. They had also gone out to party and not to play superhero, so Lydia had left her power belt at home and Anita had not brought her Got jewel, thinking it gaudy enough to attract the attention of thieves in the bars they were going to visit. Summer, likewise had not bothered to bring her utility belt, loaded with gadgets and weapons. Probably none of those things would have done more than to stave off the inevitable for a few seconds as all three women were borne down by the demons and quickly stripped naked. Tamara watched everything from a slightly elevated stage, glancing at the cameras to make sure the entire proceedings were being recorded and sent to the Hell Cable Network (HCT). For the second time in less than a week, the damned would have something better to watch than endless reruns of Gilligan's Island. Tamara touched her earbud and spoke into her mic, directing the camera operators to pay special attention to the three young heroines and what was happening to them. Lydia was on her hands and knees, her full young breasts swaying back and forth as she was spit roasted. Her black scaled dance partner was slamming his large, black cock into her cunt with all the force he could muster while a skinny yellow skinned demon had his cock shoved down her throat. Summer's spike haired partner was lying on top of her, pumping away at her pussy in a missionary position while a green skinned and fly winged female demon sat on the blonde's face and ground her dripping pussy into the human girls mouth. Anita's dance partner and four other identical demons were all enjoying her body at the same time. She had been laid down on top of one of them and his thick cock had her firmly impaled by her ass while a second demon completed a sandwich with her in the middle as it drilled her pussy. A third demon squatted over her mouth and was forcing her to suck his cock while the remaining two had wrapped her hands around their throbbing members so she was forced to jerk them off. The rest of the human women were likewise being fucked by a variety of demons, even the ones who had fainted and thus maybe were the lucky ones. * * * Felicia screamed as another orgasm was torn from her body. Tentacles were caressing and squeezing her boobs as she was fucked, her eyes still fixed on the porno running in front of her. When the screen showed a close-up of the man creaming inside the blonde actress's pussy, Felicia felt a torrent of warm sticky cum being shot into her by her rapist. It felt like an eternity as the Witchdoctor continued to cum in her, but finally she felt him withdraw and spin her around so he could present his slime covered cock to her lips. "Clean me off girl," he ordered Felicia and seeing no alternative, the red haired policewoman began to suck on the cock that had just been removed from deep in her pussy and much of the gunk coating it being her own. The witchdoctor moaned with pleasure and leaned back with his eyes closed enjoying the oral attention while he pondered what he would do next. While she sucked and licked the cock clean, Felicia's mind began to work again and she desperately sought a way out of this. Her eyes lighted on the fire extinguisher attached to the wall of the bus just behind the driver. It seemed incredible that whoever had planned this had bothered to follow safety regulations, but with a lunge, Felicia grabbed the extinguisher and turned it on the Witchdoctor. The tentacled demon's eyes flew open when he felt the girl move and so he got a blast of the chemical right in the eyes. He staggered back into the aisle and then went down when Felicia swung the cylinder with all her strength and smashed him over the head with it. It took Sonja a few seconds to regain her senses and realize what was happening to her. Ignarion leared down at her with a one eyed gaze loving the sight of her huge breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust of his purple cock into her soft depths. It never occurred to him that a human female could be dangerous and so he made no attempt to restrain Sonja's arms as he fucked her. With a growl, Sonja jammed one hand straight into Ignarion's single eye and only the demon's quick reflexes kept her from ripping his eye from its socket. Hands going to his injured eye, Ignarion stepped backwards and his cock pulled out of Sonja who promptly kicked him in the nuts and sprang to her feet. Felicia tossed the unconscious Witchdoctor off the bus and leapt down prepared to help Sonja and they both saw the Purple People Eater start to open his mouth as he straightened up, his eye watering and blurring his vision. His mouth continued to open wider and wider until it was impossibly larger than his head and still getting larger. At the same time a sucking vortex began to form in the black cavity of his mouth that started to suck at the two women. Sonja, grabbed Felicia and pushed her down and under the bus where they both rolled out the other side as Ignarion turned towards them, his vision still distorted by his tears. His mouth was now three times the size of his head and with a groan, the bus was sucked towards the howling vortex. At the last second, Ignarion realized his mistake and tried to close his mouth, but it was too late and the bus slammed into him with crushing force. The demon's mouth slammed shut, the vortex shut off and Ignarion collapsed unconscious on the floor of the garage. * * * Red Sonja and Felicia stood in the doorway staring wide eyed at the scene of debauchery in front of them. They could see the women from the bus being fucked by at least two demons at any one time and a quick count showed an impossible seven currently inside one large boobed young blonde. Sonja's clothes had been ripped off by the purple demon, but she could still feel the weight of her invisible goddess blessed sword hanging on her hip and when she drew it, the blade turned back into its visible, deadly self. It never occurred to Red Sonja that she was outnumbered something like two hundred to one as she gripped her familiar sword hilt that fit so perfectly into her hand and charged with a war cry into the room. Debauchery became carnage as she hacked and slew, cutting down dozens of the rutting creatures before they were even aware of her. Felicia gaped for a few seconds at the savagery of the swordswoman's attack and then began to guide the freed women through the door and onto the bus. All of them were covered in cum and had numerous small cuts and bruises along with looks of shock and terror that might require years of therapy to return their owners to something approaching normal again. Red Sonja, meanwhile had cut her way through the crowd to reach the especially beleaguered blonde who had two other companions not much better off, a second young blonde and a dark skinned young woman. All three, Sonja noted in passing had extremely impressive chests, not a match for hers of course, but well above average which probably accounted for the intense demon interest in the trio. Having freed them, Sonja looked around and found the remaining demons had rallied to form a solid phalanx between her and the door to the garage. Now no longer surprised and caught off guard, Sonja knew the odds against fighting her way through them were not great, but she was not one to be daunted by a challenged and charged into their ranks swinging her sword. To her surprise, the trio of young women she had just freed joined her in the fight and displayed considerable fighting skill as together they carved a path back to the bus door. "All aboard!" screamed Felicia as she had found the button to open the garage and had the bus's motor running. Sonja and the three sidekicks tumbled aboard and Felicia threw the bus into reverse before the door had even closed behind them or they had time to find seats. "I didn't know you knew how to drive one of these things," Sonja yelled at Felicia. "I don't," she returned as the bus smashed into the edge of the garage door as if to reinforce her words. Once fully out of the garage, Felicia managed to wheel the bus around and send it rumbling off across the rocky terrain, sending the passengers bouncing and scrambling for hand holds. "Where is the fucking road and where the fuck is Delta City?" yelled a desperate Felicia as the bus crashed on over the bleak landscape. "I don't know," but you better find them soon," replied Sonja looking out the back window of the bus, "because tall, purple and ugly is awake and chasing us!" An enraged Ignarion was indeed lumbering after the bus and even gaining on it before suddenly taking to the air on bat like wings that had sprouted from somewhere unsuspected. "I think the driver pressed a button on the dash just as we went under that overpass," shouted Summer. "Then there was that purple flash and we were at the club." Felicia scanned the dash frantically and finally spotted a button she didn't know the purpose of. Ok, there were a number of controls she wasn't certain of and if this thing just turned on the windshield wipers, she was going to feel pretty stupid. Offering a prayer to any gods who might be listening, Felicia pressed the button. There was a purple light and a second later the bus roared out of the underpass into the cool night air of Delta City. "I am never going clubbing again," moaned Summer as she wiped a huge gob of demon cum from her face. "Me either," said Anita as she looked down at her glazed brown boobs. "Oh come on, it, wasn't that bad," said Lydia. "Brenda is going away next month to some convention or other and leaving me home alone. I heard there is a hot new club supposed to open up down by the docks and I thought the three of us could go and party." * * * "Hey come back here!" yelled Lydia as she watched the bus roar away. She picked herself up from the ground after her friends had tossed her out the bus door and continued yelling after the bus. "You can't leave me here all alone and stark fucking naked!" It was then she heard another sound and looked behind her to see a dozen men clad in leather on motorcycles staring at her naked body. "Need a ride little lady?" asked the leader. The End