Gods vs. Demons Part Four: Wardrobe Malfunctions 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, Lord Power, Council Commander, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen , Panthress (and hench babes Puss and Boots), Professor Pervo, Kitty Kat 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 A final copyright note. Red Sonja is probably owned by Marvel / Disney, but I wish them luck in trying to enforce that with her! * * * The newly re-elected Mayor of Delta City, Thomas Franklin had a huge smile on his face as he sat in his office at City Hall reading the headlines in the local newspapers. Franklin Re-Elected Mayor in Landslide That was the headline in the Delta City Times-Tribune. Franklin briefly frowned at the paper's name as it didn't seem right somehow, though that was silly. The paper had been called that since its founding almost a century ago. It wasn't like something like that could change without people realizing, reality didn't have glitches like that. Franklin shrugged off his doubts and returned his mind to the actual headline. It must really have frosted Axanna Morgan's cute little ass to have to print that headline when her paper had backed his opposition during the campaign. Franklin put down the Times-Tribune and picked up the Delta City Rattler. The new paper was just a bit more descriptive and imaginative in its headline No Sluts Wanted In City Hall! The Mayor thought he would have to remember to thank Gloria MacDougal, the publisher of the paper, the next time he met her at a party. It had been so unfortunate that the press found out about the sex game Laura Kincaid, his former aide and chief rival for the mayor's job, had participated in. The fact that she had been forced into the debauchery at gunpoint had easily been dismissed and spun as the actions of someone with no courage or integrity and who would want someone like that running the city? [Author's Note: See the Perverter #15: Green Spectre for more details on the leaked sex game Mayor Franklin is referring to] The buzzer for the intercom interrupted his gloating and Franklin clicked the button to ask his new aide in a somewhat annoyed tone of voice, "Yes Noreen, what is it?" "I am sorry to disturb you sir," came the reply as if the woman had known exactly what he had been doing and thinking, "but there is something on WXYZ that I think is very important for you to see." Franklin shrugged, picked up the remote for the flat screen tv mounted on one wall and turned it on. WXYZ likely meant it would be either Tonya' O'Donnell or Megan Fitzpatrick and Franklin hoped it would be O'Donnell since they were equally annoying, but the blonde had bigger hooters. It didn't seem to be his day though as it was the brown haired Megan Fitzpatrick's face he saw on the screen. "This is Megan Fitzpatrick live at the intersection of Broad Street and Washington Avenue, the site of the soon to be opened Mount Olympus Hotel, Spa and Casino. The new owners or perhaps the new managers, we aren't sure have apparently decided to go all in on the name and theme of the facility. We were unable to get any real names as their spokesman, manager or publicist insists on being called Zeus and will not drop his character. Without further delay then, let me introduce you to Zeus." The camera pulled back to show a large, dark haired man dressed in a toga towering over the reporter who turned to him. "Mr. Zeus, this complex has had its share of delays due to fraud, alleged kickbacks, substandard construction and other reasons, so how is it that you managed to quietly complete the construction and why should the public have faith in your ability to run it efficiently and honestly?" The large man stared at the camera looking blank for a few seconds as if he had never seen one before, but quickly rallied as if stung by the implications of the question. "I am Zeus, mightiest of the gods," he half roared as he glowered down at Megan. "When Zeus sets out to accomplish something, nothing can withstand him! Was it not Zeus who defeated the monstrous Typhon and banished him to dark Tartarus?" "Er, I suppose so," agreed Megan who wished she had paid more attention to ancient history at university, but it had seemed so boring at the time. "When do you expect to open?" she asked rallying quickly. A lesser being might have hesitated or looked worried, but Zeus just crossed his arms across his chest and smirked. "We still need to hire some mortals to do the menial work, but an pronouncement will be forthcoming shortly." The mayor flicked off the tv as the interview ended and pressed the intercom button twice to summon Noreen. "I thought that Mount Olympus joint was stalled and months away from completion?" he asked Noreen when she stepped into the office. Noreen nodded. "That was the last I heard on it. The owners had balked at paying certain um administrative fees and said they were going to leave it to rot." "Our fees weren't that high," protested Franklin. "Not by themselves," agreed Noreen, "but apparently a number of other um organizations in the city wanted a piece of the action. It should be instructive as to what those players do now that the complex is finished and has new owners who might not be aware of how these things work." "Well send over our building inspectors to make sure they know we are part of any deal," replied Franklin. "Any idea who these clowns are?" Noreen shrugged. "Not a clue. As far as I know, he could actually be Zeus." Franklin gave her a look and then they both broke out laughing. After a while, they both grew serious again as Franklin showed her the newspaper headlines. "One of them seems to have got it wrong," Noreen said with a smile. When Franklin looked at her quizzically, he saw that she was unbuttoning her prim, white blouse. "I am afraid there still is a slut in City Hall and she wants to give you a reward for your victory." The Mayor smiled broadly and sat back in his chair to watch Noreen strip while his cock stirred in his pants. The dark haired woman was probably not an Aphrodite since he was fairly sure those boobs had required a surgeon's help, but damn whoever the surgeon was, they had done a damn good job. Noreen was clean shaven down below which was the way he preferred and he watched entranced as she slipped to her knees in front of him and freed his cock from his pants. By then, it was totally hard and sprang out like a cobra seeking its prey. Noreen gave a mew of pleasure at the sight of his dick with precum leaking from the tip and quickly wrapped her lips around it. Franklin leaned back and sighed with contentment as he watched Noreen go to work on his cock with her talented mouth. Her full name was Noreen Christian and the first time she had blown him, she had assured him that she was a good Christian woman and that had been their little in joke ever since. "Mmm, I think you always taste better when things are going your way and you are in a good mood," said Noreen as she popped his cock from her mouth so she could talk clearly. Franklin looked at the newspaper headlines again and smiled some more. "I can't remember being this happy before, so get ready for a big creamy load of goodness." "I can't wait," replied Noreen as she slipped the cock back into her mouth and began to work her mouth up and down the shaft faster with her lips making a tight seal and her tongue flickering over the underside of his cock. After only a couple minutes of this, the mayor began to pump the promised motherload into Noreen's slurping mouth and she swallowed every drop. * * * Samantha Lord had also seen Megan Fitzpatrick's interview with Zeus, but unlike the mayor and Noreen, she didn't treat the possibility that this was the real Zeus as a joke to laugh at. As the former executive assistant to the demon council, she had access to their "dirty tricks" folder which to be honest would have been better described as a dirty tricks filing cabinet if not an entire room of filing cabinets as the demons had been doing dirty tricks for Millenia. About two thousand years ago and Samantha had no idea if there was any actual religious significance in the timing, the entire demon council had pooled their power in a rare show of cooperation and placed an imprisoning barrier around Mount Olympus. The end result had been the rapid decline in belief in the Greek / Roman gods and the blossoming of new religions, namely Christianity and later Islam. Of course if the new monotheist gods prospered, then so did the protagonists of said gods which might explain the appearance and names of the council members. Of course, all this depended on whether the Olympians were truly gods or just very advanced beings, Samantha didn't have the answer to that little question. Maybe it didn't really matter though as long as they were powerful enough could perhaps provide a counter balance to the demon council and a refuge for her if she could convince them of her value to them. * * * Lydia Willis leaned on the doorbell of Morgan Manor until Summer opened the door and then stomped past her friend into the large foyer. "Some friend you are," she yelled at Summer, "leaving me naked in the middle of a bunch of randy bikers." "Oh come on," said Summer leading Lydia up the stairs to her room. "We saw the signs on their motorcycles. I hardly think you were in any danger from the ‘Brothers Of The Bike' who were on a cross country ride to raise money for battered women's shelters and breast cancer research. For what its worth, that police woman Felicia made us circle the block and follow the bikers all the way to Wade manor where they dropped you off unscathed." "It was humiliating," groused Lydia falling onto her back on Summer's bed. "They kept calling me things like little lady and ma'am. One of them gave me his leather jacket to wear and they tried not to look at my boobs. How insulting is that?" "Well you are obviously over the hill and have lost all your sex appeal," replied Summer with a roll of her eyes. "Maybe I have," huffed Lydia as she glowered at her fellow sidekick. Summer didn't say anything more, but climbed onto the bed and on top of Lydia where she pressed her boobs into her friend's and kissed her on the lips. "Nope, you still got it girl," she panted when she broke the kiss, leaving a thread of shiny saliva connecting their mouths for a moment before it broke. "I think I still need more convincing," gasped Lydia which only brought a smile from Summer who wriggled her way down her friend's body to crouch between the legs Lydia spread wide. Summer lifted up the short skirt to examine the wet patch on the front of Lydia's panties. "It looks to me like you are already convinced," she teased, "but I suppose you are right about me owing you one." Summer quickly yanked down Lydia's panties with a jerk of her hands and then lowered her mouth onto Lydia's pussy and began licking. Damn right you owe me one," moaned Lydia as she grabbed the back of Summer's head, shoved it harder into her pussy and held it there. "You aren't going anywhere until I make a mess on your face." Summer didn't protest, but just made a little happy sound and continued on eating out her friend with benefits. * * * "What do you mean that the purple buffoon is ahead of me?" screamed Old Scratch as he banged a fist on the conference table and glared at Tamara, not caring that the purple buffoon in question was giving him an equally dangerous glare. "It's just the overnight numbers," replied Tamara in her most soothing voice. "They give Ignarion a slight lead among the viewers of the Hell Cable Network. They aren't the final numbers and of course we will run all the entries at the end with um a director's cut if desired," Tamara improvised hastily. "How can he possibly have better ratings than I do," snarled Old Scratch. "His big show ended with that red haired bitch of a swordswoman cutting down at least fifty demons." Tamara bit her lip, trying to figure out how to answer that statement. It didn't seem wise to point out that it was exactly because of the big boobed woman turning fifty demons into chopped liver that it had scored better with the denizens of the pits who were used to being tortured by those demons and sure as hells didn't object to seeing demons getting gutted for a change. "Er, his show just seemed to strike a chord with a certain demographic," she finally ventured, trying to keep things as vague as possible. "I will have everyone in that demographic tortured until they realize which side their asses will get roasted on!" yelled Old Scratch. "Bah, you are just a sore loser," sneered Ignarion. "And you are an incompetent bungler," sneered Old Scratch. "You let an entire busload of humans escape your grasp once they were in our realm. You should be disqualified for that incompetence." Ignarion clenched his massive hands into fists and began to rise, but was stopped by Satan who was still the current chair for the council. "There is no provision for such a disqualification in the rules, however merited it might be," he said switching his glare from Ignarion to Old Scratch and back. "We will all submit our entries and see who wins." "I am wondering, however, just who this red haired slut was," said Lucifer in his oily voice. "I don't know," replied Satan, "but I have distributed a picture of her to all the demons in the hells to see if anyone recognizes her. I hope to hear back once they stop jerking off to the picture. In the meantime, we will proceed with the contest. I believe Beelzebub is up next." "Yes, I will be meeting with Tamara to complete our preparations right after this meeting ends," confirmed the black flame wreathed demon encircled by the ever circling flies. "You mean after the meeting ends and you have finished fucking the slut," put in Iblis. "Of course," agreed Beelzebub who didn't take that comment as any kind of insult, but merely a statement of fact. * * * "If I don't win this contest then you will think this is a pleasant time," growled Beelzebub as he jackhammered his cock into Tamara's ass with ruthless abandon. The demon had intentionally increased both the girth and length of his cock to make his point and there was nothing for Tamara to do but to ball the sheets in her fists and try and hold on. At some point, the bed gave up an broke, but Beelzebub never noticed or altered the intensity of his thrusts. Finally, after another half hour of ruthless fucking, the demon began to shoot his hot spunk deep into Tamara's bowels and she did her best not to sigh with relief lest the demon decide she needed another round to emphasize his demands and put her in her place. "I am working to acquire some specialized participants for your production," said Tamara a little while later as she sat gingerly on the chair in front of her desk and called up images on the computer screen. "It will give an element that neither of the others used and which are quite popular with viewers." Beelzebub studied the images on the screen and grunted. "They seem adequate," he allowed. "And everyone loves cheerleaders," replied Tamara with a smile. * * * "I hate cheerleaders!" snapped Brenda Wade as she glared at the white haired woman sitting across her desk. The woman clearly wasn't old enough to have acquired that white hair naturally and Brenda thought it was actually a wig. The hair wasn't the only thing that stood out as the woman was wearing a pair of very large sunglasses with blue tinted lenses indoors and her buxom body was covered somewhat by a skin tight white blouse and black leather mini skirt. "My public relations firm was hired by you to improve the engagement of the citizenry of Delta City with the Dragons," replied the woman calmly, "and cheerleaders are a good way to do just that." Actually Brenda didn't remember hiring the PR firm and just assumed it had been one of those things someone in her organization had done and copied her on it, but she hadn't had time to read it. The Dragons were Delta City's NFL team and the newest in pro football. They were also the worst team in the league. "Look Ms. Date," she began. "It is just Date, with no title," interrupted the woman with a small smile. "A short, one word name Is a key part of my carefully cultivated digital identity." Brenda did her best not to roll her eyes at this ludicrous woman who she was apparently paying several hundred thousand to advise her. "The thing is Date," she emphasized the name, "is that cheerleaders like beauty contests are a remnant of the misogynistic past and I want no part of them with my team. We certainly had an example of just how such outdated things can go so wrong just recently." "That beauty contest was unfortunate," agreed Date and since under the wig, sunglasses and leather skirt it was Tamara looking back at Brenda, she definitely had first hand knowledge of the event in question, but had thought it had gone off quite well except for the heroines interfering sooner than she would have preferred for artistic reasons. "Modern cheerleaders, however, are nothing like what you might be assuming. They are coed now with both men and women. The emphasis is on their athletic ability and synchronized motion rather than short skirts and their pom poms." Brenda frowned, wondering if this woman was having fun with her. The problem was that she was desperate to do everything she could to improve the Dragons both on and off the field. She had attended several NfL owner meetings and was tired of being ragged for how bad her team was. Attendance had been dropping steadily since the novelty of an NFL team had worn off under the burden of too many crushing losses. "Alright, I will give it a try, but I am holding you personally responsible to see things don't go wrong." "Thank-you," replied Tamara. She couldn't tell this rich woman who was also Ms. Americana, but she was a hell of a lot more concerned about the reaction of the demons than her. * * * "I still say this is the stupidest idea you ever had," snapped Hera as she and the other Olympians sat around the large conference table in the board room of their newly acquired hotel / casino. "Like you told that nosy woman who called herself a reporter, whatever that is, we need to hire some humans to do the menial work since none of us knows enough about this city and how it operates." Zeus was about to unleash a scathing reply to his wife and sister, but was interrupted by someone knocking on the open door to get their attention. He hoped it wasn't another of those reporters, but he couldn't repress the smile when he saw the good looking, dark haired woman standing there and his cock twitched in his toga. "Excuse me," said the woman. "My name is Samantha Lord and I couldn't help but overhear your conversation since the door was open. I also saw your interview on television." "So what mortal wench?" asked Hera as she had seen the look of lust her husband had gifted the woman with and didn't like it. "Well, I have had considerable experience running facilities just like this and I am looking for a job," replied Samantha. That was at least partially true. Samantha was one of the wealthiest women in the world and her financial holdings included numerous hotels and casinos, though it had been a while since she had directly managed such an establishment. "What do you think?" said Zeus turning to look at Athena. He would never admit it of course, but he knew she was the smartest one among them and tended to have the best judgement when it came to mortals, the stupid Troy incident notwithstanding. Athena got up and moved to stare into Samantha's eyes. The dark haired woman met her gaze squarely without flinching and finally Athena nodded. "Yes, I see truth and intelligence in her eyes." The goddess of wisdom didn't add that she saw something else that the woman had tried to keep hidden, but if she read it correctly it was something that might benefit them." "That is an interesting jewel you have," said Hecate with a frown as she regarded the white stone with the single red drop in the center of it that was hung around Samantha's neck on a gold chain. "It is just a little bauble I picked up on my travels," said Samantha. "Well now that everything is settled, I will show the mortal around the place," said Hercules standing up and flexing his biceps which he was sure no mortal wench could resist. "I think I will do that," said Athena. "We do want things done without too much delay and somehow your showing her around has delay written all over it." Hercules glowered at her for a second as some of the others laughed then he too smiled and laughed. "Ah, you know me too well fair Athena." He turned to Samantha and bowed. "Mayhap we can become better acquainted at some future time," and he winked. "Quite possibly," Samantha conceded and then followed Athena out of the room. * * * "You are suspicious about this cheerleading business?" asked Lady Midnight. It was a question, but to her way of thinking, it could easily be a statement. "Yes," replied Ms. Americana. "I checked out the PR firm and they are legit, but this woman who calls herself Date is a relatively new hire. With all the manipulation from Prax and the recent events involving the beauty pageant and that bar crawling business, I am starting to see bogeymen under every bed." "Not to mention in the bed," said Omega Woman, who caught the glare Ms. Americana gave her and held up her hand in apology. "Sorry, bad taste considering what happened to Lydia and the others." "Speaking of Lydia, how long did you ground her for?" asked Got Gal. "She won't be leaving the house for a month except to go to classes," replied Ms. Americana smugly. * * * "Oh fuck yes summer, lick my cunt," screamed Lydia as she lay on Summer's bed even as her mentor assured the other senior heroines that Lydia was properly chastised and being suitably punished for her antics. For her part, Lydia just assumed being grounded meant she had to be home before Brenda. * * * "What do you propose to do then about this cheerleading business?" asked Green Spectre. "I want to send one or two of us in undercover," replied Ms. Americana who saw the doubtful looks. "None of us here since our alter egos are all too well known for it to be believable we would be trying out for a cheerleader squad. I also don't want to send any of our sidekicks or the three from the beauty pageant. I was thinking Night Raven as she is one of our best detectives." "Almost as good as me," said Green Spectre smugly. "Ahem," said Lady Midnight. "As good as the two of us," amended the green clad blonde quickly. "I don't think she should go in without backup though." "As a nurse, Karen is probably too busy," mused Lady Midnight. "What about Candace? That would add some significant muscle if it was needed." "Sounds good," agreed Ms. Americana and then hesitated a moment. "Could you ask Candace. We, um had a few words about her helping Lydia hack the pay per view channels." "Sure," agreed Lady Midnight. "What about this red haired swordswoman who helped rescue the sidekicks. I think we all appreciate her help, but we should try and find out more about her. She might just be a plant to gain our confidence." "I don't think so from what I got from Lydia, but Hexanna is going to check her out as there does seem to be some kind of supernatural or magical element involved with her being here," replied Ms. Americana. "She is staying with Felicia McSweeney the police officer who was also involved in the rescue and who is involved with Hexanna's assistant Harry Tinker." * * * Panthress regarded the white haired woman sitting across from her in a booth in Melons with a scowl on her lips. "I don't care what you call yourself, there is more going on here than you are letting on. I got an email about increased demonic activity from some of the other players in town and they say not to have anything to do with you." Tamara found it amusing that the super villains of Delta City didn't consider themselves to be villains and used pretty much any other title to name themselves. Nobody was truly a villain in their own story, no matter how horrible the crimes they committed were. They were really victims, misunderstood, fighting back against the system and so forth, but never evil or a villain. Then again when compared to her current employers on the demon council, maybe the Delta City villains could just be considered misunderstood. "I notice that you said you got an email," said Tamara aloud as she shook off her dangerous line of thinking. "You didn't get an invite to their Zoom meeting. Why do you think that was?" "I don't know," Panthress shrugged. "The Geek said it was a problem with his contact list." "Do you believe that?" Tamara pressed. Panthress's scowl deepened. "No, not for a second. I think I make some of them uncomfortable because I am different." "That big black bitch taming cock between your legs?" ventured Tamara. "Maybe it worries the male players even more?" Panthress's scowl briefly turned to a grin. "I have no problem with thoughts about what I would like to do to some of those assholes and I do mean that literally." "Then if that is the case, why worry about what they say and try to dictate to you about who you can or cannot work with?" asked Tamara smoothly. "My money is as good as anyone's and I am sure you will enjoy the fringe benefits." "I am sure I will, but I also want a hiring bonus," smirked Panthress. "Such as?" inquired Tamara. "Show me your tits and then get under the table and blow me," replied the villainess casually. Tamara shrugged and didn't even bother to look around as she unbuttoned her blouse, cupped one of her breasts in each hand , gave them a squeeze and then slid bonelessly under the table. A few seconds later, Panthress felt fingers undoing her jeans and freeing her extra large she cock. The villainess looked down and saw the woman, still wearing those huge sun glasses licking the tip of her dick. Panthress moaned and watched enthralled as Tamara's mouth opened wider and engulfed the first few inches of her black cock. More and more of her cock vanished into Tamara's mouth and Panthress just sat back enjoying the sensations coursing through her body. "Do you want a refill?" asked a voice. Panthress looked up to see the waitress, whose name tag read Cassie, standing beside the table. "Yeah, another beer for me," she told the woman. "What about your friend?" asked Cassie as she looked down to where Tamara was bobbing her mouth up and down Panthress's thick cock and clearly not able to speak at the moment. "Well, she is going to get something to drink pretty soon," snickered Panthress, "but she might need a chaser, so bring her a beer too." Cassie took another long look at the loving attention Tamara was giving to the black cock and couldn't help but lick her lips and notice she was a little wet at the sight. Tamara rolled her eyes up to look at the waitress and gave her a quick thumb's up to indicate that she did indeed want the beer. With a sigh, Cassie tore her gaze away from the enticing sight and hurried away to get the two beer. She returned just in time to see the black woman with the cock pull her member out of the white haired woman's mouth and blast thick ropes of cum all over her face. Cassie put the beer on the table and Tamara slid back onto the seat with the blue lenses of her sunglasses glazed with white cum while more of the spunk dripped off her chin onto her still exposed tits. "Thank-you," said Tamara calmly picking up the beer and downing half of it in a couple of gulps "My pleasure," replied Cassie as she returned to the bar. "Hey, what's going on at table 17?" asked Roxanne, the bartender as she paused in the middle of making a martini. "Oh, just the usual for this place," replied Cassie with a smile. * * * "I don't know why I agreed to do this," whispered Candace Graham, otherwise known as Champion Girl as she looked at the skimpy cheerleader costume she was holding in her hand. "Look at this thing, I have seen more cloth on a stripper when they were done their act." "You spend a lot of time watching strippers do you?" teased Lydia Borden, the alter ego of Night Raven as she began to remove her civilian clothes in order to put on an identical costume to the one Candace was holding. All around the locker room, another dozen young women were in various stages of undress as they too prepared to try on the cheer uniforms for the first time. "Of course not," denied Candace hotly, who was trying her hardest not to get turned on by the increasing amount of bare female flesh in the room, including Lydia standing right next to her. She was sure she wasn't attracted to other women damnit. "Well, it's not any skimpier than your costume," noted Lydia with a smirk, " so hurry up and get changed or people will start looking at you." "Yeah, like people aren't already" snorted Candace as she began to undress, "including you I might add." "I'm just trying not to stand out," snickered Lydia who gave a low whistle as Candace removed her top and exposed her large, braless tits to her gaze which made Candace blush. * * * I do believe I have found the stars of the show," muttered Tamara to herself from where she sat in front of a large bank of monitors that showed her the various hidden cameras planted in the locker room and elsewhere. All these beauties stripping and putting on the tiny cheer outfits should make a good opening scene for Beelzebub's production. It would be up to Panthress and her friends to help provide some of the action for later scenes. It had galled Tamara a bit to have to crawl under the table for the black shemale, but compared to the punishment a dissatisfied demon could deal out, that had been nothing. Now, speaking of the devil, so to speak anyways, where was her new employee? Tamara then caught sight of a figure entering the locker room and smiled. * * * "Hello ladies, my name is Pam," said the statuesque black woman striding into the locker-room full of half naked women. "I am your instructor and these are my assistants," Pam hesitated, "um, Priscilla and Beatrice." "Damn, she looks a bit familiar," whispered Lydia to Candace. "I just can't place her for some reason, but I am sure I have seen her somewhere before." "The same with those two assistants," replied Candace looking at the two busty women, one a blonde and one a brunette. "They sure as hell don't look like a Pricilla and a Beatrice to me." * * * After three hours of intensive workout, the cheerleaders all returned to the locker room tired and sweaty from their exertions. As Tamara had promised Brenda, the squad was composed of equal numbers of men and women, but of course the two genders had separate locker rooms. The men had all been very good looking and extremely professional during the practice. Many of the routines involved the larger men lifting their smaller female counterparts and while this of course required a certain unavoidable amount of "hands on" work, the men had been very careful to not stray into areas that could cause problems. Even Lydia and Candace who had been even more on the lookout for inappropriate behaviour than the others had been impressed and by now had forgotten their suspicions of Pam and her two perky assistants. That was exactly as Tamara wanted it to be as she prepared for the next scene in Beelzebub's script. How could you possibly have a porno cheerleader movie without the obligatory lesbian shower scene after all? The cheerleaders all stripped and moved to stand under the communal shower heads, unaware of the cameras recording every movement and jiggle. "Mmm, this shampoo smells delicious," said Bree, a large breasted Asian woman as she lathered up her long, black hair. "oh, let me try it," said Gail, one of several natural blondes in the group as she took the bottle from Bree, poured some of it on her palm, sniffed it and smiled brightly. "I don't know what's in this stuff, but you are right, it smells fantastic." Well, the major secret ingredient is an aromatic version of Bliss, thought Tamara as she watched the nipples of the two women already begin to harden after just a few seconds. "Here, let me help you with that wonderful hair," said Priscilla who had also stripped and joined the others under the water. The blonde was in actuality Puss, one of the sidekicks of Panthress and now she stood behind the Asian cheerleader, pressing her large breasts in Bree's back while supposedly helping her wash her hair. The hench babe's hands were already straying to Bree's tits and caressing them gently. Gail and some of the others noticed and stopped to watch, feeling tingles of desire running through their bodies courtesy of the Bliss in the shampoo and soap so thoughtfully provided by one of the squad sponsors. Beatrice, otherwise known as Boots, the dark haired member of Panthress's henchwomen leaned her head down in front of Gail and took one of the woman's hard nipples in her mouth and began to suck on it causing the sexual tension in the shower to ratchet up several more levels. "There is something wrong here," muttered Lydia even as one of her hands went between her legs to rub her clit as she watched the action heat up with the cheerleaders pairing off in groups of two or three to begin making out in earnest. There were a couple of African-Americans who she was sure had been introduced to her as twins who were kissing passionately and taking turns shoving their tongues in each other's mouth as they pressed their wet, naked bodies together and somehow that seemed a little wrong. It was, however, hard to put her finger on why that was as her brain was feeling too large for her skull at the moment. "The only thing wrong is that we need some of that loving," moaned Candace as she ran her hand over Lydia's ass, caressing it gently. "Maybe you are right," conceded Lydia as she wrapped her arms around Candace and kissed her. "Now just relax and let Lydia take care of making you feel good," she said when she broke the kiss and slipped to her knees in front of her fellow heroine who giggled and obligingly spread her legs wider to give Lydia better access to her objective. Candace moaned softly when she felt Lydia's tongue lap at her netherlips and then find her clit. Pam, or rather Panthress had waited patiently until the drugs and her sidekicks had gotten everyone suitably warmed up before stripping and joining them in the shower. They were all too blissed out to notice that she had a very large and very hard cock as she circled the horny women deciding who she wanted to fuck first. The one really great thing about promoting diversity was that it gave one so many delightful choices. Hmm, perhaps she would start off with a little South Asian food to wet her appetite as she spotted a woman with light brown skin named Jasleen and pulled her away from a couple of white sluts who continued to make out with each other and didn't notice the loss of the third member of their group. "How would you like to get your brains fucked out?" teased Panthress as she ran her hands over Jasleen's body. Jasleen smiled and looked down at the massive cock dangling between Panthress's legs and for just a moment, a look of confusion and fear crossed her face, but then it was gone, blissed away and she nodded her head eagerly. One of her hands snaked out to wrap itself around the thick shaft and stroke it gently with fingertip caresses. "Oh you nasty little slut," laughed Panthress and pushed the girl down onto her hands and knees so she could mount her doggy style from behind. Jasleen made a little gasping sound when she felt the huge black shecock penetrate her pussy and spread it open wide, but otherwise said nothing. Her large, light brown boobs began to bounce and sway as Panthress began to thrust into her over and over while all around them the impromptu orgy continued. Wanting more cock than Panthress could provide by herself, both Puss and Boots had produced strap-on models to supplement that of their boss. These were both extremely realistic in terms of both colour and shape and could barely be told from the real thing with just a casual glance. Puss claimed Bree's pussy by the simple action of pushing the busty Asian to the tiled floor and climbing on top of her. The strap-on slid home easily into the girl's soaking wet pussy. Boots claimed Gail's cunt with similar ease and soon all four women were moaning loudly as they fucked under the warm spray of the shower. "Some of these women have cocks," giggled Candace as she rested her hands on the top of Lydia's head and looked around at the other pairings. "Cool," came Lydia's muffled reply from between Candace's thighs as her tongue probed deep into her friend's slit in search of the elusive g-spot which turned out to be not so elusive as evidenced by the sudden loud gasp from Candace. "Yeah, maybe we can try them out too," moaned Candace as she clutched Lydia's face tighter to her pussy and felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. If Lydia said anything in response to this, it was either too muffled to be heard or Candace was beyond hearing it as a short while later she began to squirt her juices all over Lydia's face. * * * Hexanna knocked on Felicia McSweeney's door and found herself gaping at the flame haired beauty who swung it open. "Hello," said Red Sonja taking in the dark haired sorceress in her skimpy costume and holding a skull staff. "You must be Hexanna, Felicia told me about you and the skull on a stick is a dead giveaway." "Forget her," said the skull rolling eyes it didn't have at Hexanna. "Why don't you and I run away some place and make love for a month straight, maybe two." Sonja looked the staff up and down. "Let me know when you get a dick and maybe I will think about it," she said and turned back to Hexanna. "Do you want to come in? Felicia is on duty and I'm just killing time watching this television thing she showed me." Hexanna nodded and Sonja stepped aside to let her into the small apartment. "I really like this one program called Jeopardy. They are just going to ask the Final Jeopardy question and then we can talk if it's me you came to see and not Felicia as she won't be home for another four hours." "I did come mainly to talk to you, admitted Hexanna as she sat down on the sofa beside Sonja in front of the television. "I am not sure he is my type, but that Alex Trebek is kind of cute," said Sonja as the music started. "Er, I'm afraid he is dead, replied Hexanna. "What? He doesn't look like a zombie," protested Sonja as she studied the game show host closely. He is not," said Hexanna. "It is just that the episode you are watching was recorded months ago to play now." "You mean this television thing is like the crystal ball of a sorceress or the mirror of a wizard?" asked Sonja. "Um, something like that," agreed Hexanna who didn't think she was the best person to try and explain electricity, and all the other technology that went into television, especially when her own knowledge of it was pretty rudimentary. I mean, it wasn't like she could invent it if she was stranded on a desert island by herself or with others while on a three hour cruise. She started to say something else, but Sonja put up a hand to stop her. "Wait, I want to hear the Final Jeopardy question," said the swordswoman turning up the volume with the remote. "This barbarian hero from the mythical land of Cimmeria went from being a slave to becoming the ruler of a kingdom," said Alex. "Oh for fuck's sake, I can't get away from hearing about that bastard Conan even here," groused Sonja as she turned the television off in disgust. "You mean Conan was real?" asked an astonished Hexanna. "He was a real jerk," retorted Sonja with a roll of her eyes. "Now what was it you wanted to talk about?" Hexanna gave her head a shake. "I got a bit of your story second hand from Lydia and some of the others you rescued," said Hexanna. "I was hoping you could give me more details. As you saw, we have been experiencing a significant increase in demonic energy lately and I am trying to understand what is going on." "Hmm, I don't see why I can't tell you what I know," replied Sonja who went on to describe her aborted and ill fated mission to steal the diamond from Crimson Spider, howe he had recruited her for his mission and then how her goddess had insisted she go along with it. Hexanna frowned when Sonja was done. "I honestly can't see then how your mission, either from Crimson Spider or your goddess, ties into what else is happening in Delta City. On the other hand, I don't believe in it being mere coincidence that you were sent here." Hexanna paused, lost in thought for a moment and then suddenly remembered something. "You said the wizard was called Crimson Spider? Big ugly red spider ruby in the middle of his forehead?" "Yep, that's him" agreed Sonja. "As I said, I don't know how this ties together, but I know someone else who has had dealings with Crimson Spider that you should meet." * * * "So, you haven't noticed anything odd or out of place with the whole cheerleading thing?" asked Brenda as she looked from Lydia to Candace on their Zoom call. "nothing at all," replied Lydia / Night Raven. "we have had a few days of practice now and everything has been completely above board. It has all been conducted very professionally with no sign of hanky-panky." "That's good," said Brenda. "Maybe I was just jumping at shadows with everything that has happened lately." "It looks like it so far," agreed Candace. "We, the cheer squad I mean, are going to make our debut at Sunday's home game." "So soon?" asked Brenda surprised. "I would have thought it would have taken more time and work than you have had." Candace shrugged. "That Pam is a really great teacher and we will only be doing a couple of basic routines that we have really worked on. Over time, we will add more complex stuff in, but the idea is to start promoting the squad as soon as possible." Brenda signed off from the call and feeling relieved that her suspicions had been misplaced, she turned her attention back to the business of running Wade Enterprises. Neither she or the pair of undercover heroines suspected the memory wiping properties of the drugs that had been used on them. Every day that week, the cheer squad had trained hard as Brenda had been told, but then they had played just as hard in the shower with Panthress and her two henchwomen. All they remembered from those sessions, however, was how relaxing they were and how much they loved the scent of the special shampoo and soap that had been provided. * * * It looked like it would be the biggest crowd of the year for the Dragons thought Brenda from where she surveyed the stadium in her private box. It was too bad they weren't coming to see the team play, though of course the team had its share of die hard fans that loved the game. The truth was that much of the crowd was coming for the "sideshows" as head coach Butch Higgins called them with disgust plain in his voice. Higgins lived and breathed football and Brenda thought he had probably been born wearing football cleats and winced mentally at the painful birth that would have been. In sports today, however, it was all about entertainment which meant tailgating parties before the game, big name singing stars, fireworks and of course cheerleaders. Brenda had resisted the last as a sexist legacy, but had finally capitulated. As the rather strange woman named Date had promised, the squad was at least co-ed, though the women's uniforms had ended up skimpier than Brenda would have liked. Alternatives hadn't simply done very well in focus group testing Date had insisted and surely Brenda wanted the maximum bang for her buck? It had also been hard for Brenda to complain about the skimpiness of the outfits considering her Ms. Americana costume was little more than a glorified bikini. ** * Paul O'Neal peered at the game on his phone and swore as the anemic Dragons' defence gave up another touchdown. The Dragons were losing 14-0 and it was just the end of the first quarter. Damn, Paul was sure he could play better than that cornerback who had just got burned. Paul sighed and glanced away from his phone to check the dials and gauges in the main control room for Wade-Mart Stadium, the home of the Dragons, an indoor facility that held fifty thousand people. His friends were all jealous that he got into the games free, but as the engineer with the least seniority, he was always stuck down here in the control room watching the game on his phone while his buddies were either in the stands or watching from the comfort of their living rooms on their large screen televisions. It wasn't like anything could happen here, nothing ever happened here, but regulations said someone had to be in the control room at all times. "Why hello there," purred a soft female voice and Paul's head jerked up from yet another truck commercial to see a woman with white hair and huge blue sunglasses smiling at him. "Um, can I help you ma'am?" he asked. "I mean are you lost? Fans aren't allowed down here for safety reasons." "Ma'am?" repeated the woman. "Do I look like a ma'am?" she teased as she undid a button on her blouse and suddenly there was a tantalizing view of deep cleavage that riveted Paul's attention. "I am also sure I am perfectly safe with you," she went on and then undid another button. Paul blinked and put down his phone on the console in front of him. He had heard the old timers tell yarns about how there were engineering groupies, women who thought control panels and dials were sexy. He had been sure they were pulling his leg, at least until now. Paul watched the woman undo another button on her blouse and felt his cock swelling to life in his pants. "Of course you are safe with me," he said standing up and trying to smile confidently. "Really?" asked the woman and Paul could swear he saw a hint of a nipple as she undid another button and stepped forward to brush her fingertips lightly over his rapidly growing bulge. "Well, I am not sure I want to be too safe if you know what I mean?" she asked looking up into his eyes with a smile on her soft lips. At least the lips looked soft, thought Paul as he longed to discover the truth of his observation. "You, you are very beautiful," breathed Paul who remembered reading an article somewhere, maybe in GQ or Maxim that women liked to hear complements. "And you are just so cute and sweet," said the woman putting her arms around his neck and grinding her full breasts into his chest. Paul was still trying to think of what to say in reply when he collapsed to the floor from the nerve pinch. Mr. Spock would be so proud, thought Tamara with a wry smile, except the Vulcan wouldn't have needed the little drug coated needle hidden in the ring on her finger. She dragged the man's body out of the way and then retrieved the knapsack she had left outside the room door. It was only the work of a few seconds to connect the gas cylinder it contained to the air intake system. Tamara turned the valve on the cylinder and watched the various dials on the control panel the engineer was supposed to be guarding. It all looked good which meant that there was going to be one hell of a halftime show. * * * Brenda groaned and suppressed an unladylike word as the Dragons' Placekicker missed his second attempt of the game. Damn, she knew that she or at least Ms. Americana could have easily made that kick, but the silly rules didn't allow for super powered players. It was nearly halftime and the Dragons were down 24-0 making another loss for her expansion team look almost inevitable. "I am sorry, but isn't it the objective to kick the ball between the two posts?" asked one of the two people sharing her private box for the game. Brenda forced herself to smile and looked at Mr. Osaka without swearing at him for being so bloody stupid, though she knew she wasn't being fair as American Football was not a huge sport in Japan like Soccer was. Mr. Osaka was the CEO of a large Japanese electronics company that Wade Enterprises was negotiating a deal with and Brenda had invited him and his wife to join her for the game as part of the hospitality offensive. "Yes, that is what he is supposed to do," agreed Brenda. "He is not very good at his job then," observed Mr. Osaka. "If he worked for me, I would fire him." "Oh stop being the stereotypical Japanese businessman," chided Mrs. Osaka. "I didn't see you offering to fall on your own sword when sales were down last quarter and I know for a fact that Sushi makes you break out in a rash." Both Mr. Osaka and Brenda laughed at this and turned back to watch the last few minutes of the half. Damn, it seems to be getting a bit hot in here, thought Brenda as she watched the opposing team start another march toward the Dragon's goal line. At least the cheerleaders seemed to be working out ok so far. They had done only some simple routines and chants, but Lydia and Candace had told her that their best routine was scheduled for halftime and she was looking forward to that. Fuck, another long bomb from a breakdown in coverage and the visitors were already at the Dragon's 12 yard line! * * * "Jeez 31-0," muttered Candace to Lydia as they prepared for the halftime routine. "Not much of a game." "Well, we need to give the fans something to cheer about," replied Lydia as they watched the support staff position a dozen vaulting horses in a line at midfield. It had all been carefully choreographed. After some intricate dance steps, the twelve female cheerleaders would simultaneously vault over the horses and land gracefully on the shoulders of the twelve male cheerleaders. What Candace, Lydia and the other girls didn't know was that those twelve men, who had been oh so very polite and professional all week during training were in fact hired via VEST, the Villain Employment and Services Training agency which supplied henchmen and henchwomen to the discerning super villain. As the twelve women landed on the shoulders, standing with their arms raised above their heads, the twelve men reached up and ripped off the panties of the twelve women and before the startled women could realize what had happened, they were slammed down onto the vaulting horses knocking the wind from their bodies. Then their tiny little frilled skirts were lifted and they all heard the sound of twelve zippers being pulled down in unison. In perfect synchronization, twelve large cocks slammed home into twelve pussies as the audience stared in stunned silence and the giant screen displayed the action in HD clarity. * * * "Goddess!" exclaimed Brenda as she stared in shock at the scene unfolding in front of her down on the field. Instead of immediately calling for security, however, her hand reached under her skirt and rubbed her dripping pussy. She hadn't even been aware how wet she was until that moment and the need to do something about her needs was overwhelming her senses. Brenda heard moans from beside her and glanced over to see Mr. Osaka with his cock in hand stroking it while Mrs. Osaka had one hand playing with her tits and the other occupied under her dress just like Brenda. "I need a pussy," growled the previously mild mannered Mr. Osaka as he rose from his seat and stepped out of is pants before advancing on Brenda, cock in hand. "That's it, fuck the white bitch," moaned Mrs. Osaka, who previously had also been the model of politeness, but was now staring hungrily as her husband advanced on Brenda. Brenda nearly ripped off her expensive dress as her grip on rationality slipped another notch. A moment later, the billionaire was on her hands and knees on the floor of her luxury booth begging the Japanese businessman to fuck her cunt. "Yes, that's it," she screamed, "shove that cock in me. Fuck your bitch!" Like Brenda, there didn't seem any hint of sanity in Mr. Osaka's black eyes as he grabbed the hips of the dark haired American businesswoman and began to slam his cock in and out of her as hard and fast as he could. "What a fucking slut," gasped Mrs. Osaka who by now had stripped off her clothes as well and moved to stand in front of Brenda. She watched the brunette's huge tits swinging back and forth for a few seconds then stepped closer, grabbed the sides of Brenda's head and shoved her own dripping pussy into Brenda's face. "Eat me out cunt," she ordered and was rewarded almost instantly by the feel of Brenda's tongue on her clit. * * * Sergeant Pete Ramirez had been stationed near the home team's bench as part of the security and like everyone else in the stadium was stunned by the abrupt sight of the 12 female cheerleaders being fucked in mid field. He took a step forward to run out and stop this insanity, but suddenly felt lightheaded and a feeling of self loathing as he felt his cock starting to harden in his pants. He looked around at the other police officers and then at the nearby spectators and saw vacant, glassy looks on their faces. "Gas," he muttered to himself and fumbled at his belt to pull out the emergency gasmask that all security were supposed to carry. He got it on and took several deep breaths to try and clear his head, feeling better he once more turned towards the field to intervene when he caught sight of a woman standing in one of the tunnel entrances nearby. She had white hair, blue sunglasses and a mask over her nose and mouth. Ramirez stared at her and despite the attempt at disguise, his long experience removed the glasses from her image and changed the hair to honey blonde. "Tamara?" he gasped and the woman apparently heard him for her eyes met his and he saw recognition in them. "Pete? Pedro?" she mouthed, eyes going wide in shock and then she turned on her heel and ran. Ramirez stared after her for a moment and then gave chase, forgetting for a moment the debauchery on the field in his need to catch up to the woman who had once been his partner and the most promising police officer he had ever met before her death. * * * Candace's mind was reeling with the abruptness of what had happened to her and the others. Getting over her surprise, she had prepared to lash back at her rapist, but the pleasure racing through her body made her weaker with every passing thrust of the cock into her depths. Then her eyes rolled back in her skull as the first orgasm swept over her and she knew she was lost. Looking to her immediate right, she saw Lydia was in the same boat as her and it was definitely the Titanic after it had hit the iceberg. Damn Aphrodite gene, she thought even as a second orgasm began to build irresistibly inside her. Panthress watched the twelve women being fucked and stepped out onto the field naked, stroking her large black cock as she walked. "Mmm, twelve sluts all lined up in a row," she laughed and went down the line slapping each woman in the face with her cock and yanking down their tops to let their large breasts flop out into view. Reaching the end with Candace gasping and moaning, the villainess shoved her thick cock in the blonde's gaping mouth and forced it down her throat. The gagging and coughing this produced caused Panthress to laugh even louder then pull her dick free and move on to Lydia where she repeated the action with the same results. One by one, Panthress went down the line of women, fucking their faces for a few seconds before moving on to the next one. "I wonder whose mouth will make me cum," she giggled as she reached the end of the line and started to work her way back again. She had just reached Lydia for the second time when she couldn't hold it back any longer and began to blast her load down the blonde's gasping throat. "The lucky winner," she snickered. * * * Ramirez reached the road in front of the stadium just in time to see the woman he was sure was Tamara Richards getting into a Porsche and driving away at high speed. He noted the license number was some kind of vanity plate "BZB 666". The cop looked around, but saw no police vehicles to make pursuit and he cursed. Then the memory of what was happening back in the stadium hit him and cursing he ran back inside and headed for the control room. * * * "This is Megan Fitzpatrick reporting from just outside Wade-Mart Stadium where some type of mass hysteria occurred at half time of the football game. The details are sketchy at this point, but it appears to be similar to the incident that occurred recently at the Ms. Delta City beauty pageant. Authorities, including Commissioner Borden and Police Chief Hawk, are being tight lipped about the details, but one source, an engineer named Paul O'Neil says someone tampered with the air systems in the stadium. The gas that had been introduced into the stadium was quickly dispersed by the opening of the roof, an action for which Chief Hawk took credit even though it happened an hour before he arrived at the scene. Brenda turned off the television. She was back in her office at Wade Manor with a roiling mixture of emotions running through her mind. There was anger at whoever had been behind the assault, there was humiliation and coming to her senses to find herself naked and covered in cum yet again and if she was being honest, still a slight residual lust. Professor Werder had already analyzed the gas and found it was largely another form of the ever to be damned Bliss. It had only been the fast work of that large police sergeant that had kept things from getting much much worse. It had mainly been the people in private booths who had been affected since they were more closed in than the stands. Some sexual escapades had started to break out among the crowd, no doubt stirred into it by the sight of the cheerleaders being fucked as no doubt had been part of the plan. The opening of the roof had forestalled most of what might have happened including a mass orgy of some thirty thousand people which likely would have made the Guinness book of records. Megan was right about the similarity between this event and the one at the beauty pageant, though this one was on a far larger scale as if there was some kind of perverted competition going on. Well, once she got herself under control, she would convene a meeting of the senior heroines or perhaps the entire She Legion to start finding a way to fight back at whoever was behind this. The only good thing that had come out of the mess at the football game was that Mr. Osaka had been so embarrassed at finding himself fucking her face when he came to his senses that he had quickly agreed to the terms of the business deal between his company and Wade Enterprises. * * * Emily Arcand shifted uneasily in her sleep as she lay on her mattress beside the bed that had belonged to her recently deceased mother. Beside her, the ugly little dog she had named Fella and who was in truth a Hell Dog named Charcoal who had been stranded on Earth following an unsuccessful demon invasion and who had been befriended by Emily whimpered in his sleep. The utterly black ring which Emily's mother had bequeathed to Emily on her deathbed glowed an even brighter black. * * * Fiona Piper was sitting cross legged on her bed in Piper House with her laptop balanced on her knees and entering the collection of Red Rose tea figurines into the computer database when she felt a shudder run through the house. Her feeling of satisfaction vanished instantly as she looked around wildly for the source of the disturbance. She couldn't see anything, but far below her in one of the infinite number of basements the house possessed to contain every possible collectible object, a box made of wood and metal began to glow and the lid lifted slightly as if looking around for something. The End