Gods vs. Demons Part Five:  All's Fair
By DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older

Not all of the following characters appear in this story, but sometimes they get a quick reference and so here is a pretty complete list to try and make sure the copyright is clear.  Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Nera, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Omega Woman (Kameron Drake), Power Lass (Karen Clark), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Battle Sprite, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Fly Woman, Danger Babe, Wild Girl, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen , Panthress, Nightmare Witch, Professor Pervo, the Circus of Terror (Bobo, Goliath, etc. but some names added by me if not known),  and the mutoids are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission.  The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission.  All other characters in this story are my own creation, but you can always check with me to be sure as Mr. X has a lengthy list of characters and it is easy to miss one.   Feel free to make use of my characters freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories.  You can send all feedback to:

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A final copyright note.  Red Sonja is probably owned by Marvel / Disney, but I wish them luck in trying to enforce  that with her since she has a sword!

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They say that in space, they can't hear you scream.  In Hell, they want to hear you scream and if they can't make you scream  then crying will do.  Tamara had never given the demons the satisfaction of hearing her do either and she knew that really  pissed them off which was about the only way she had to strike back at them.  After seeing Pete Ramirez at the football stadium, however, she had come close to breaking down and giving the demons the huge wracking sobs her body wanted so bad to release.  Besides Ramirez, there were only two other people who could have had that effect on her and Tamara had thought the odds of running into any of them on her trips to Delta City to implement the demon's foul plans were infinitely small.  How could she have been so wrong or so unlucky?

"Are you listening to me whore? Came a harsh voice, breaking into her thoughts.

Tamara looked up into the face of the demon who called himself Iblis and managed to reign in the feeling of terror she felt whenever he had her like this.  She lay naked on her back on the desk in the demon's office while he hammered his double pronged cock into both her pussy and ass simultaneously.  That cock and his fiery red eyes were the only hints Iblis was not human and strangely, Tamara found the more human looking demons to be more psychologically upsetting than those that clearly looked inhuman.  Iblis was the Islamic equivalent or form of the devil, though whether there was any truth in his claims or not was something Tamara didn't know and wasn't sure the demons knew themselves anymore.  Iblis reminded Tamara more than a bit of the old Ayatollah Khamenei with his beard and glaring stares that clearly disapproved of just about everything except himself.  That was rather ironic Tamara thought since the Ayatollah so often condemned America as the "Great Satan" and here was this demon who was an almost spitting image of the old bastard.  Maybe it was the demon's sense of humour to appear like this.

Tamara suddenly gasped as her large breasts were squeezed painfully and she realized that she had allowed herself to be distracted by her thoughts and had failed to answer the demon's question.  "I, I am sorry master," she got out through the pain.  "The great pleasure your cocks were giving me momentarily overwhelmed my mere human senses."

Iblis grunted and scowled even more deeply at her.  "Well don't let it happen again whore.  This is not about your pleasure."

"I am sorry master," replied Tamara, making sure to put a bit of a quiver in her voice to try and sooth the demon.

Iblis grunted again and began to intensify the force and speed of his thrusts as he kept a painful hold on Tamara's breasts.  "I asked how the preparations are coming for my plan."

Discussing that plan had supposedly been why Iblis had called her to his office, though not for the first time Tamara wondered why the demons bothered with such human trappings.  Imitating or mimicking human behavior seemed incongruous in demons who considered themselves so superior to humans, but that seemed to be precisely what they did with their offices and conference rooms.  Well the meeting had gotten sidetracked almost the instant Tamara had come int the office door since like the others, Iblis never missed an opportunity to get his dick wet by fucking her.  There certainly was no HR department in the Hells for anyone to complain to about sexual harassment.

"It is all going as we, I mean you planned master," moaned Tamara.  "The Delta City Fair opens tomorrow and then the fun begins."

"It had better for your sake," growled Iblis as he thrust in his dual cocks as far as they would go and began to pump cum into Tamara's ass and pussy in a seemingly never ending stream.

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Samantha Lord sighed and pushed her chair away from the newly installed computer on her newly installed desk in the office she had been newly installed in.  The Olympians saw only the "big picture" and as gods never concerned themselves with details.  Their magic had completed the building, but they had no concept of the things needed to make it truly functional.  Samantha had spent the last several days arranging all the details with truck after truck arriving with sheets for the beds, towels for the bathrooms, dishes for the kitchen and on and on it went.  Gods certainly had no concept of money or bank accounts, though some like Athena at least were willing to learn.  It had taken some fast talking at the bank to convince them that the money being deposited in cash had not come from illegal sources that she was trying to launder and only her own personal reputation had helped there.  The Olympians had provided numerous gems and gold that Samantha had to have evaluated and converted into that cash and she was willing to bet that they would be hearing from an IRS auditor in the not to distant future.  Samantha just hoped she could talk Zeus out of sending one of his thunderbolts up the ass of said auditor.  Oh well, if worse came to worst, Aphrodite would probably sleep with the auditor and she wouldn't care if the auditor was male, female or anything in-between.

With her muscles aching from hunching for hours over the computer, Samantha headed for one of the several warm pools that the hotel complex sported.  She was glad to see it unoccupied, especially that it was not occupied by Hercules who not too subtly kept implying he would love to bed her.  It wasn't that the demi-god was repulsive in any way, but Samantha had too much of a history of being expected to pleasure her employers that she was reluctant to enter into such a relationship again.  It was much better she thought to keep it all professional and so far Hercules had taken her refusals with good grace.  That was helped, Samantha was sure, by his bedding many of the other Olympians who seemed in one way or another to all be related to each other.  Incest and gods seemed to go together like chocolate and peanut butter.

With no one around and not having a bathing suit, Samantha just slipped out of her clothes and left them on the side of the pool as she lowered her naked body into the warm, almost hot water and sighed softly as she felt it start to ease the tension in her muscles.  For a second, she thought she had heard another voice sigh as she entered the water, but looking around she had still not seen anyone.  The Olympians were scattered throughout the building doing gods knew what, but the permanent staff that would make the place hum would not start arriving until tomorrow which meant she could relax and enjoy the soothing lull of the water in peace and privacy.

"It does feel good doesn't it?" asked a male voice and Samantha's eyes flew open to stare around at the still empty room.

"Who is there?" she called.  "Where are you?  Show yourself!"

"My you are a presumptuous one to give orders to a god," said the voice and then a head rose out of the water in front of her with a smirk on its lips.  The head didn't just rise from the water, Samantha realized, but was composed of water.  "Poseidon at your service mortal," he teased mockingly, "or Neptune if you prefer the name the Romans gave me.  I was having a relaxing sleep when you disturbed me, but I can hardly be angry when I see the full beauty of the disturber," and now there was a leer on that face as it regarded Samantha's naked body.

"I am sorry Lord Poseidon," said Samantha starting to rise from the pool, her mind somewhat confused as to whether rising or remaining in the water exposed her the most to this god who was the god of all waters and brother of Zeus.

"oh, don't leave on my account," laughed Poseidon.  "I very much enjoyed having you in me and look forward to returning the favour."

"My lord?" Samantha asked.

Poseidon didn't reply immediately in words, but his smile grew broader and suddenly Samantha felt something hard rubbing against her pussy lips.  Gasping, she looked down into the clear water of the pool and saw a large cock, apparently composed of water poking at her entrance.  Samantha opened her mouth to protest, but before she could do that, she felt the cock penetrate her, spreading her pussy open and filling it full.  The gods were just as lusty as demons she decided which should not have come as any great surprise to someone who had taken the time to read the stories behind the gods.  The consent of mortals meant nothing to either group, but the gods seemed only interested in satisfying their need for pleasure while with the demons, it was all about domination and subjugation.  It did make a difference, but it wasn't always easy to see that difference.

"Oh you mortals worry far too much about the things you term ethics and morality," teased Poseidon as if reading her mind.  "Relax and enjoy the sensations."

Enjoying the sensations wasn't hard to do, thought Samantha as she made herself relax again in the pool as she felt the god's hard water cock thrust in and out of her.  Waves seemed to lap at her clit like breakers on a rocky shore and Samantha felt an orgasm building inside her body.  No longer fighting it, she let her head loll back on the edge of the pool and just let it happen.

"Yes, that's it, just let it go," moaned Poseidon in a tone that gave no doubt to his increasing pleasure as well.  The god continued to stroke into Samantha for several more minutes until finally he gave a cry and Samantha felt a liquid blasting into her that was too thick and warm to be mere water.  Since she was already working on her second orgasm, she didn't have any desire to object.

"Ah uncle, I see thou has already obtained what I have only desired," said a new male voice that Samantha easily recognized.  Her eyes snapped open to see Hercules looming over her and more importantly his massive cock dangling mere inches from her face.  Samantha thought once again about protesting, but decided there really wasn't much point in trying to proclaim her virtue at this point and just opened her mouth wide.  Even so, she could barely get the thick bulbous head of the demi-god's cock in her mouth, the thing was that thick.  Sensing that she needed time to adjust to his size, Hercules took his time and slowly pushed more and more of his massive organ into Samantha's mouth and into her throat.  Relax and enjoy it, Samantha told herself as Hercules began to fuck her face while once more Poseidon began to hammer her pussy.

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Sergeant Pete Ramirez of the Delta City PD stepped into the outer office of Nancy Peye Investigations and stopped to stare at the young blue haired girl behind the receptionist desk.  "You're the blue haired woman I've seen flying around the city," he said.

BB smiled, fished a simple blue cloth mask from her jeans pocket and put it on.  "Ta da, you are the only person so far who has connected the mild manner blue haired university student with the courageous blue haired flying heroine."

Ramirez laughed.  "It really isn't much of a disguise you know."

"We in the hero biz call it the Clark Kent effect," responded BB. "Put on glasses and act all meek and mild and no one will notice.  Of course it helps in Delta City that most people don't get their eyes above boob level to see little details like faces and hair colour. I congratulate you on being the exception to the rule."

"Thanks," replied Ramirez and gestured towards one of the inner office doors. "Is Cindy in?"

BB nodded and pressed the intercom button on her desk. "Hey boss, stop flicking your bean and get decent.  There is someone here to see you."

"How do you keep your job?" asked Ramirez after listening to BB's announcement.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" replied BB with a wink.

Ramirez just gave his head a shake and opened the inner office door to find the red haired Cindy Kelly sitting placidly behind her desk.  "Hey Cindy, I hope I am not interrupting something," he said with a nod of his head back towards BB as he closed the office door.

"I've tried to tell BB and the others that work with me that they need to be more professional," said Cindy as she got up from her desk and came to give Ramirez a hug, "but I might as well talk to the coffee pot.  It's good to see you again Pete and speaking of coffee, do you want some?"

"Love some," said Pete sinking into one of the guest chairs which creaked a little under his weight while Cindy got two cups of coffee from the battered coffee maker on top of a filing cabinet and handed him one.  "You take it black as I recall."

"Yep," agreed Ramirez and took a sip as Cindy moved behind her desk again and sat down.  "Damn this is good coffee," he said appreciatively.  It sure beats the hell out of the swill at Police HQ."

"Don't I know it," replied Cindy, "but I doubt you dropped in for a cup of joe."

"No," agreed Ramirez, "but before I get to that, I wanted to ask you why you left the department.  One day you were there and the next you were gone without even saying goodbye."

Cindy made a face.  "I know I should have talked to you, but I knew you would have tried to convince me to stay and I couldn't.  There was no future for me there and we both know it.  The Delta City PD is a cess pit of corruption and misogyny  As someone with testicles, you didn't have to deal with the latter, but you know damned well a lot about the former and that is why you are still a sergeant after 35 years."

"And this is so much better?" asked Ramirez, spreading his arms wide to encompass the much less than luxurious office.

"Believe it or not, it's better than what I had on the force," retorted Cindy.  "When Nancy left, I couldn't let this place close.  It is one of the few places in this city where those who aren't rich can go to try and get a little justice."

"Ah yes, the mysterious Nancy," replied Ramirez.  "Is she ever coming back?"

"I hope so," said Cindy quietly looking down at her hands.

"You and her were an item?" asked Ramirez.

"Yes, if it is any of your business," replied Cindy.  "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

Ramirez scowled.  "I'm a lot older than you Cindy.  That kind of thing didn't get talked about much when I was growing up and old Father Miguel was sure dead set against it."

"The same holy Father you decked when you were 12 and he came on to you?" asked Cindy.

"I was already pretty big for my age," replied Ramirez with a grin.  "It isn't always easy for an old dinosaur like me, but I figure what two consenting adults do in their bedroom is their own business."

"That's progress for a dinosaur alright," laughed Cindy.  "How are things on the force these days?"

"Still a mess," admitted Ramirez.  "Borden seems to be in one of his good modes at the moment.  You know how he has been over the years.  Sometimes he behaves like the good cop he was years ago when he first joined the force and other times he could give the Godfather lessons. I swear he has a split personality or something, but he still keeps his job.  He must have blackmail evidence on the last half dozen mayors or something.  I've always wondered what would have happened if he hadn't been assigned that bastard Tug Ramsey as his first partner.  Maybe if he had gotten paired with one of the honest guys, he wouldn't have gotten sucked into all that shit."

"Someone honest like you?" asked Cindy.

Ramirez blushed.  "I am not the only honest cop on the force and I did try talking to Borden when he was a snot nosed kid and new on the force, but after spending eight hours a day with Ramsey, a saint would probably turn into a devil."

"Well now that we have finished travelling down memory lane," sighed Cindy, "what was it that brought you here?"

"Actually more memory lane stuff," replied Ramirez, his tone suddenly very serious.  "I don't think Tamara is dead."

"That's not a very funny joke," snapped Cindy getting suddenly angry.  "She was my best friend and my roommate at the Academy.  I was messed up for months after she died and as I recall, so were you.  That means I find your attempt at humour to be in pretty fucking bad taste."

"I wasn't trying to be funny," replied Ramirez.  "Her body was never identified.  We just assumed the body we found in that house was hers, but all we know for sure was that it was female and about the right age.  It was too badly burned to be recognizable and her dental records were mysteriously missing."

"It was her parents' house," retorted Cindy a little less angrily.  "The other two bodies were clearly identified as her parents.  She got Karla out and went back in for her parents, but the smoke got her.  Like I said, it messed me up good, but I finally got over it as much as I could and moved on.  I thought you had too, but now you come in here with this bullshit."

"Take a look at this video from the beauty pageant," said Ramirez offering Cindy his phone.

Cindy reluctantly took the phone and watched the segment of the video Ramirez had cued up for her.  "So what?  A busty blonde?  They are a dime a dozen in Delta City.  The video isn't clear enough for me to make out anything more definite."

"Look at the still picture on the camera roll," said Ramirez quietly.  "I got it from a camera at the stadium during the football game."

Cindy clicked to the camera roll and looked at the picture of the white haired woman with the blue sunglasses.  She started to say the woman looked nothing like her friend, but then her years of training took over, much of that training having come from the man sitting opposite of her now.  She mentally removed the sun glasses and changed the hair colour to blonde.  "oh my god, Tamara," she breathed.

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Hexanna guided Red Sonja through the halls of her magic school to her office.  The swordswoman saw a woman sitting in one of the guest chairs, waiting for them to arrive and now hearing the door open, she stood and turned around.  "Killia!" gasped Sonja and then narrowed her eyes and gave her head a shake.  "No, the resemblance is damn close, but you aren't her."
 
"Red Sonja, may I introduce you to Nefertari, the former Queen of Eqt and now my assistant here at this school for magic.  When I give her some spare time, which isn't often, she also moonlights as the heroine known as Ebony."  Hexanna turned to Nefertari, "this is Red Sonja who comes to us from an even more distant past than yours.  I just learned the two of you have someone in common and thought it would be useful for you to meet and discuss things."

"I am pleased to meet you Red Sonja," said the tall, dark skinned woman with a slight bow.  "I am also pleased to see that I remind you of someone you obviously treasure."

"My lover and partner Killia," replied Sonja and for a brief second, the swordswoman was astonished that she who had been alone for so long could now so easily make that admission and about another woman at that.  She had only been in this future city for a short time, but already she had learned that such relationships were still controversial among a significant segment of the population.  Sonja now returned the slight bow.  "Your resemblance to Killia is incredible, almost like twin sisters, but there are a few slight differences."

"I find this very odd to say," replied Nefertari, "considering I was born over two thousand years ago, but perhaps your Killia is a distant ancestor of mine."

"Two thousand years old?" repeated Sonja.  "I didn't think you looked a day over a thousand.  You sure you aren't pulling my leg?"

""I spent much of it trapped in a pyramid," replied Nefertari with a smile.  "Trust me, you don't celebrate birthdays in there."

"It is the person that Nefertari was trapped with that prompted me to bring you two together," said Hexanna.  "His name was Crimson Spider."

"That bastard," growled Sonja.  "If I ever get back to my own time, the world is going to be short one wizard."

"That could be a problem," said Hexanna as she perched on the edge of her desk.  "He was clearly still alive several thousand years after you met him, so obviously you couldn't have killed him.  If you went back now and did somehow manage to kill him, I am not sure what that might do to the timeline.  It could have disastrous and unforeseen consequences."

"I must admit to being confused," said Nefertari.  "Under what circumstances did you meet Crimson Spider and how does that relate to you being here in the future?"

Sonja then repeated her story that she had already told Hexanna about her meeting with Crimson Spider and being sent on a mission to rescue him as well as what her goddess had told her.  It was then Nefertari's turn to tell her story, most of which Hexanna had already heard, about Crimson Spider conquering Eqt, his death in her bed, their joint entombment and how she had stayed so until Nevada Jones had freed her.  The dark skinned woman then recounted about coming to Delta City with Nevada, the resurrection of Crimson Spider and his attempt to secure the Ark of the Covenant which after being found about seventy years ago following a gap of a couple thousand years, had also by chance surfaced in Delta City.

"I guess I don't have to kill the bastard then," replied Sonja when Nefertari was done, "since he is already dead in this time, but without completing my mission for him, it looks like I am stuck here."

"I am not sure Crimson Spider is dead," replied Nefertari.  "He was or maybe still is a powerful wizard and might only be imprisoned by the Ark as he seemed to think from his talk with you. I fear that he is seeking a way to escape his prison and return to his ways of conquest."

"I am no wizard and this Ark is from after my time," said Sonja looking from Hexanna to Nefertari.  "I don't have a clue how powerful it is or whether he can escape from it, even if I wanted to help him which I sure as hell don't." 

"I don't know if this box that Nefertari and Nevada encountered is the real Ark or even if there really was such a thing at least as described in the Old Testament of the Bible," replied Hexanna.  "At the very least, however, it is extremely powerful and dangerous.

"I also don't understand how the Olympians fit into all of this," put in Sonja.

"Olympians?" echoed Hexanna and she frowned.  "What are you talking about?"

You two don't watch much television do you?" asked a new voice as someone new entered the office and Sonja turned to see a light skinned woman with brown hair and a large whip curled on her belt.  "I saw Megan Fitzpatrick interviewing what I took to be actors and not very good ones, but you claim they are the real deal?"

"Nevada!" cried Nefertari happily and rushed over to hug her lover and partner.  "Red Sonja, this is my Killia, and she whom I told you about already."

"Nice to meet you," nodded Sonja.  "I don't know what you saw, but I did see that idiot Hercules and good old slutty Aphrodite the night I arrived here in Delta City.  I assume the rest of the clowns are here as well?"

"Well, the only one I saw actually was a guy claiming to be Zeus, replied Nevada.  "You don't seem to have a very high opinion of gods."

Other than being immensely powerful, they behave a lot like humans," snorted Sonja, "and not very good humans at that.  Oh, some of them are decent like Athena, Hecate, Hermes and Prometheus," but Hera is a first class bitch and Zeus will fuck anything with a pussy.  He thinks it is great fun to turn himself into some kind of animal and then have his way with any woman he wants."

"Including you? Asked Nevada with a raised eyebrow.

"Not willingly," replied Sonja with a scowl.  "Let's just say circumstances required it and it didn't make me any too happy."

"Incredible," said Nevada.  "As an archeologist, my passion and field of study is ancient history and here you are telling me that beings I considered only to be myths are real.  There are actual gods!"

"We really only have their word for it that they are gods," pointed out Hexanna.  "You know the adage that very advanced beings might be seen as gods by primitive people who lack that level of technology."

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"ok, let's get this meeting started," said Ms. Americana as she tapped her gavel on the table.  This produced no change  in the multiple conversations among the other heroines around the table, so the dark haired heroine in the red, white and blue star spangled bikini gave the table a louder thump.  "Alright, everyone settle down and let's get started!"  When this produced no more reaction than the first attempt, Ms. Americana banged the gavel even harder and yet only those closest to her glanced her way as she tried to call the meeting to order.  Frustrated,  the Queen of Justice   smashed the gavel down so hard the head broke off. "Will you bitches shut the fuck up, so we can get this meeting started!" she screamed.

"That's the third gavel this month," snickered Got Gal as Ms. Americana reached under the table and pulled a new gavel out of the box of spares she had taken to keeping there.  As she straightened up, Ms. Americana saw Green Spectre pull a twenty out of her ample cleavage and hand it to Lady Midnight who gave it an exaggerated kiss before slipping the bill between her own breasts.

"I won our bet that you would break another gavel," said Lady Midnight when she saw Ms. Americana looking at her quizzically.

The beleaguered "leader of this herd of cats started to reply, but was interrupted by another voice.  Nipple slip," called Wolf Woman who promptly issued a whistle that also involved her namesake.

Ms. Americana looked down and saw that bending over to retrieve the new gavel had indeed popped out a boob and she tucked it back into her bikini top.  "Thank-you Wolf Woman, I can always count on your keen powers of observation," she said dryly.  "Now if everyone is done discussing important things like what you watched on Netflix last night, I would like to talk about such trivial matters as the latest sexual shenanigans going on in Delta City."

"Hexanna isn't here yet," pointed out Green Spectre.  "Shouldn't we wait for her?"

"She messaged me to say she will be here shortly," replied Ms. Americana, "and I thought we could use that time to review the incidents so far and make sure everyone is up to speed."

"Sounds good to me, put in Jungle Babe, "Wild Girl and I just flew in from Africa and aren't in the loop about what has been going on."

Ms. Americana looked at the youthful sidekick sitting beside the jungle heroine and looking very much like a junior version of her mentor and felt a brief moment of confusion as the thought flashed through her mind that Jungle Babe didn't have a sidekick, but then it felt like something clicked in her brain and the confusion evaporated like water on a hot griddle.  Of course Jungle Babe had a sidekick and had for years now, what a silly thought that had been." 

 "I just got into town too," said Lady Sara Kraft in her aristocratic British accent, "so I'm not up to speed on events either other than a few risqué stories in the tabloids.  I must say that some of the pictures they ran put the usual page three girls to shame."

"Provided courtesy of Gloria MacDougal and the damned Rattler no doubt," put in Green Spectre who as Axanna Morgan published the Delta City Times-Tribune that competed with the much trashier tabloid.

"I, I have been away too," said Fly Woman hesitantly as if not sure herself where she had been.

Like Wild Girl, Ms. Americana had a fleeting moment when she didn't recognize the African-American heroine in the black bikini, knee high silver boots, matching silver shoulder pads with attached black sleeves and a helmet with visor and hemisphere shaped eyes on the side which gave her 360 degree vision.  She was a handy woman to have in a fight and like Wild Girl she had known her for years.  Dan, what was the matter with her today, thought Brenda.  It wasn't like the world could change overnight and insert new people into reality.

"What happened with Panthress and her hired rapists?" asked a blonde heroine from further down the table.

"Um," said Ms. Americana giving her head a shake and trying desperately to remember who the blonde heroine was.  There was another almost audible click in her mind as the name of Danger Babe returned to her.  "They all got away in the confusion, but I am determined to hunt them all down and bring them to justice."

[Author's Note:  Fly Woman, Danger Babe and Wild Girl are all official Mr. X characters I haven't used before.  Fly Woman seems to be "discontinued" and the other two are fairly new and unfamiliar to me.  I don't think there is much "canon" about them including secret identities, so I am inventing my own background for them.  If there is canon to contradict me, well then that can be fixed with the reset device at some point in the future!]:

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Guardian glowed uncertainly as it looked at the reset device far below Delta City.  It could sense that changes were happening and had happened, but didn't know what was causing them.  The attempted takeover by the imp called Bob had triggered something in the device, but it had seemed to settle down again in the days that followed.  Now it appeared active again.

Guardian didn't know what all the changes were, but there was one that was quickly evident and didn't require the heightened senses of the composite being.  The reset device no longer floated in a metal walled room, accessible by a series of tunnels running under the city to various points including Sanctuary.  Now the slowly rotating cube and Guardian were alone in a vast, rocky cavern with no sign of the tunnels that had once led to the device.  Water dripped somewhere in the unseen distance and only the glowing of the device and a worried guardian provided any illumination.

* * *

The conference room door opened and Ms. Americana looked up to see four women enter led by the dark haired Hexanna.  "Sorry, I'm late," she said as she remained standing at the far end of the table.  "I think you all know my assistant Nefertari and her partner Nevada, or Ebony and Ivory if you prefer their heroine names.  The redhead is appropriately enough called Red Sonja.  She has been transported to Delta City from the distant past and I think her mission is related to the latest problem we are facing."

"I think I am in love," said Jungle Babe, pretending to fan herself.

"I thought you already were," said Sara Kraft as she waved a hand in front of her lover's face. "Remember me love?"

"Oh right," replied Jungle Babe faking chagrin which drew a chuckle from some of the others around the table.

Ms. Americana waved Hexanna and the others to seats.  "Maybe you should fill the rest of us in on what kept you?" suggested the chairwoman.

Hexanna nodded and then with the help of Sonja and the other two, repeated their stories regarding Crimson Spider and the Ark.  When she finished speaking, there were many confused expressions around the table.

"I know I am a blonde, but I don't think I am the only confused person here," said Omega Woman.  "How do these Olympians fit into this story about Crimson Spider and more importantly, the attacks we have been experiencing recently such as the beauty contest and the football game?"

"I don't exactly know," replied Hexanna, "except I am sure there is a tie-in.  We just need to discover what it is and until then, we can't put a stop to it."

* * *
 
Satan sat on his black metal throne and smiled.  His plan seemed to be working just as he had expected and those other fools on the council were none the wiser.  The Olympians had escaped and were now in play in Delta City. Those buffoons were powerful, but were too fixated on their own hedonistic pleasures, especially wine and sex, to be truly dangerous.  That power though was useful in other ways.  It hadn't taken much work to send that huge titted redhead in the direction of Crimson Spider and suggesting to the wizard that she could be the key to his escape from imprisonment.  Of course Athena would be smart enough to take advantage of the situation and piggyback a portal onto the one taking Red Sonja to Delta City.  With all that power now in Delta City, it had awakened the Ark from its slumber.  While the thing slept, Satan had not been able to locate it, but now that it stirred, he could find it and take the power for himself.  After that, he would dispose of the Olympians and the rest of the council.  Delta City was a nice prize, especially with all those big boobed bimbos there, but the entire human world would be his with the power of the ark.

* * *

Lucifer sat back in his comfortable leather chair and a wise person would not ask what species' skin was used to make it.  Let Satan sit on his cold throne, thought the demon as he looked around his comfortable study.  It looked more like something a CEO of a large tech company or a bank might have with the huge oak desk, the thick white carpet and walls lined with bookcases.  Anyone who was not quaking with fear when they entered the room might have been surprised to see that many of those books were bibles and other holy books.  Know thine enemy was something Lucifer very much believed in, though often enough those books had been wielded by unwitting allies.  So, it seemed Satan's plan was working as he had expected, to bad it would be he, Lucifer who would benefit from it.  For now, he would bide his time and seize the victory just when Satan thought it would be his.

* * *

"Stop!  I will tell you everything I know!" screamed the small orange skinned demon.  He was hanging from the ceiling by chains and a rather unpleasant metal clamp device had been attached to his penis and stretching it to an abnormal length for even a hung demon.

"That wouldn't take much time," observed Diablo from where he lounged against a wall of the dungeon inspecting his fingernails as if considering his manicurist as the next one to be entertained in the dungeon.  "Just tell me what the  mission was that you carried out for Satan and everything will be fine."

Xoret gulped and tried not to look at his painfully stretched cock.  "I was just a messenger," he moaned.  "Satan sent me to the wizard Crimson Spider to suggest he send the red haired whore on a mission to Delta City.  I don't know why, just that it is part of some big plan of his."

Diablo nodded his head.  "Thank-you Xoret, you see that wasn't too hard at all."  The black leather clad demon then turned to Dergon.  "Give the wheel another couple of full turns will you."

Xoret , who had started to relax now jerked upright in his chains and gaped at Diablo in horror.  "No!" he wailed.  "I told you every …," his protest turned to a scream as Dergon spun the wheel and the chain attached to the penis clamp was reeled in another six inches which proved to exceed the tensile strength of Xoret's scaled cock and with a spout of blood, it detached from the orange skinned demon's body.  Xoret continued to scream for a few more seconds while the pool of blood under him turned into a lake and then he gave a gurgling sound and was still in his chains.

"I told him it would be fine, but I didn't say for whom," sighed Diablo.  "Throw his body into the pits for the scavengers to feed on."

Dergon nodded and began to release the chains holding the late, unlamented Xoret.  The demon hadn't been killed with some magical sword or anything like that, so he would be  reconstituted in due time, but in a lesser form and would have to work his way back up the food chain.  "I don't understand why Satan wanted the red haired slut in Delta City.  She has already been interfering with the plans of the councilmembers."

"That might just have been his goal," replied Diablo thoughtfully.  "So far it has been Satan's competitors who have been affected by her presence.  No," he gave his head a shake, "that isn't enough of a reason.  He must have known the Olympians would escape with her help and he wants them in Delta City."

Dergon started to ask what that reason might be, but decided not to since asking too many questions of a senior demon like Diablo was not a good idea, even for an assistant torturer.  Helping dispose of Xoret had been a true pleasure since the orange skinned demon had helped bring the Olympians to Delta City, if only in a very minor way and now that Samantha had taken up with them, he didn't dare go near her.  Zeus and the other Olympians might be oversexed buffoons, but they could smell a demon at a mile and would have made his death make Xoret's demise look playful in comparison.

* * *

Beelzebub held up his hand and one of his flies landed on it and began to buzz softly, telling the demon everything it had heard while perched on the wall of the dungeon while Diablo played his little game with Xoret.  That was very interesting and informative thought the demon as his tongue flashed out and captured the fly which he chewed and swallowed.  Each of his flies was a demon who had displeased him in the past and had been reborn as a fly to serve him.  This one had done a good job and deserved a reward, so he would let it return in some other form the next time.  No one could say Beelzebub didn't reward his servants.

* * *

Mephistopheles prowled the corridors of his fortress in a black rage.  He knew Satan was up to something, but he didn't know what it was.  From the smirk on his oily face, Lucifer knew or thought he knew what that something was.  From the sounds of the screaming coming from the dungeon, Diablo was making inquiries into that something and thanks to his fucking flies, Beelzebub would likely soon know.  Well, at least he didn't have to worry about the purple buffoon and Iblis was currently too busy planning his little show in Delta City to be scheming.  Old Scratch was the densest member of the council and Mephistopheles dismissed him out of hand as a threat.  Rounding a corner, the arch demon saw a guard slouching against the wall, clearly half asleep while on duty.  With a wave of his red clawed hand, Mephistopheles turned the guard into a lady bug and stepped on him.

* * *

"Press the little microphone icon on the taskbar you dumb cow," roared Old Scratch.
 
"Don't get your horns in a knot," retorted Nightmare Witch as she managed to move her mouse over the icon and click it to unmute her mic.  "What do you want and make it quick."

"You dare tell a demon of my rank to hurry you insignificant human whore!" screamed Old Scratch.

"Well unless I am stupid enough to try an summon you, there isn't much for me to worry about," smirked Nightmare Witch.  "Actually though, I need you to hurry it along because a Zoom call like this really eats into my data limit and my ISP charges overage rates that make your worst threats look puny."

"Fine," growled Old Scratch.  "Satan is up to something and it required bringing those stupid Olympians to Delta City.  I thought you might like to know about that."

"So, why tell me?" asked Nightmare Witch suspiciously.

Old Scratch shrugged.  "Anything to help screw that pompous fiery ass.  I want to win our contest and taking him down a peg or two never hurts my feelings."

"What contest?" asked Nightmare Witch.

"Oh nothing important from your point of view," replied Old Scratch hurriedly realizing he had said too much and remembering they didn't want the humans to learn about the contest.  "Just remember who your friends in Hell are," he growled and broke the connection.

Nightmare Witch snorted since she knew she had no friends in any Hell, only untrustworthy allies that she could sometimes compel to aid her designs.  Still, what was she supposed to do with the information Old Scratch had given her.  After several moment's thought, she initiated a new Zoom call, or at least tried to.  Her computer flung up a blue screen of death and she cursed.  That name had seemed so cute when she first heard about it, but now she wanted nothing more in life than to fry Bill Gates and every last engineer in Microsoft.  The dark haired sorceress kicked her computer to restart it as the Geek had told her to do and waited for Windows to come up again before placing that Zoom call.

* * *

"Unmute your mic you dumb bitch," snarled Ms. Americana as she stared at her doppelgänger on the large screen in the She Legion conference room.  They had still been debating what action to take when they got a Zoom call from this very unexpected source.

"Don't call me a dumb bitch, you stupid whore," said Nightmare Witch who had finally got her mic to work.  "I know what I am doing, it is all the fault of this piece of crap machine I bought at Wade-Mart.  It is all a big scam to make you buy the extended warranty."

"Tell it to Customer Service," retorted Ms. Americana.  "Why are you bothering us?   Do you want to surrender and go to jail to pay for your fiendish crimes?"

"Yeah right, in your dreams slut," sneered Nightmare Witch.  "I called to give you some important information and all I get is grief.  I don't know why I bother to try."

Ms. Americana rolled her eyes.  "Fine, tell us your important information, so we can get back to our meeting."

Nightmare Witch glared daggers at Ms. Americana for a few seconds before going on.  "I suspect that even that incompetent Hexanna has told you about the recent increase in demonic activity in Delta City?"

"Just who are you calling incompetent you overrated bitch?" asked Hexanna starting to rise from her seat, only to be gestured back into it by Ms. Americana.

"Yes, she has," affirmed Ms. Americana.  "What about it?  Have you been summoning bridge partners again?"

"More likely bed partners," snorted Hexanna.

"I didn't know the cause of the increased activity," replied Nightmare Witch, ignoring the cheap shots.  "I just had a call though today from someone on the Arch Demon Council."  Ms. Americana heard a sudden indrawn breath from Hexanna and knew that name and the implied capital letters had struck a chord with the sorceress.  "My source wanted me to know that it was Satan himself who arranged for the Olympians to be brought to Delta City.  He didn't know why and I have no idea what to do with the information, so I decided to tell you goody two shoes and let you figure that out since you think you are so damn smart."

"Considering your past history, I find it hard to believe you suddenly want to help us," replied Ms. Americana skeptically.

"We, that is those who you and that trashy rag, The Delta City Tribune-Times slander as villains had a taste of what life would be like under demon rule," replied Nightmare Witch.  "At best, we would be second class citizens and more likely just fuck toys, so we have a common interest in stopping what is happening."

[Author's Note:  Nightmare Witch and most of the villains in Delta City sided with the demons Daniel and Danielle in Delta City PI #38-39] 

Ms. Americana sensed Green Spectre bristling about the "rag" comment and about to say something, but Champion Girl beat her to it.  "Yeah, I got a first hand experience of how you villains don't cooperate with demons at the football game the other day."

"Oh, you were one of those cheer sluts were you?" laughed Nightmare Witch.  "Interesting, I shall have to remember that.  Well personally, I thought you looked good in that skimpy little skirt with  your tits hanging out and getting fucked.  The truth is, as much as it pains me to use that term, is that Panthress went rogue on us.  She was supposed to report any overtures to the group, but you know what she is like.  She doesn't play well with others, except when they are playthings for that big futa cock of hers.  Now, I have told you everything I know and it is no longer my problem."

 The connection went dead and a fresh hubbub broke  out around the conference table.  "Is she serious?" yelled Power Lass.  "Does she really expect us to believe that the devil is doing all this?"

"I have heard of this Arch Demon Council," said Hexanna.  "The members of the council have all seemingly adopted the names and reputed appearance from various cultures of the biblical devil, but I have no way of knowing which, if any of them is genuine. I can assure you, however, that they are all very powerful demons."

"Alright then, we seem to have two things to investigate and try to determine how they fit together," said Ms. Americana.  "Since Red Sonja knows the Olympians, I will go with her to meet them while Hexanna, Nefertari and Nevada check into the Ark angle, starting it seems at this place you called Piper House."

"What about the rest of us?" asked Green Spectre.

"I say we go to the Delta City Fair and have a good time," said Amazing Babe.  "The organizers sent us a bunch of free passes and coupons to thank us for all we do to protect the city."

"I second that motion," said Night Raven.

* * *

The Delta City fair Grounds were located near the outskirts of the city and the Delta City Fair was one of the highlights of the year for both rich and poor in the city.  There were the usual rides, food booths, games of "skill" and many more things to entertain the jaded populace.  In the evenings, there would be some type of show at the grandstand that often featured famous singers and other attractions such as this night when it would be circus performers.

The gaggle of heroines, now dressed in civilian garb, spilled through the main gate and stood debating where to go and what to do first.

"I want to go on the Merry-Go-Round," exclaimed Jessica Lockheart / Amazing Babe.
"That is so lame," snorted Cameron Drake  / Omega Woman.  "It is a kiddie ride.  I am heading for the Mega Coaster.  They say at least half the people who get off it puke their guts out, but I am betting my astronaut training is more than a match for it."

"Well the puke buckets sound charming," replied Jessica, "but I used to love the painted horses and the music when I was a kid and that's something I want to relive.  Who is with me?"

"I'll come with you," said Karen Clark / Power Lass.

"Me too," said Summer Morgan / Spectre Girl who got an "are you nuts" look from Lydia and almost changed her mind, but followed Jessica and Karen as they headed for the Merry-Go-Round.

"I will try the roller coaster," said Louisa Torrez / Wolf Woman.  It sounds like fun, anyone else?

"Wild Girl and I are going to check out the circus animals and make sure they are being properly cared for," said Jungle Babe as the pair moved off, followed by Lady Kraft who wasn't interested much in animal welfare, but wanted to keep her lover company.

"I'm heading for the food booths," declared Angela Greer / Lady Midnight.

In the end, only Cynthia Brooks / Battle Sprite opted to join the roller coaster expedition while Tonya O'Donnell / Got Gal and Candace Graham / Champion Girl opted for starting at the food booths.

"I am headed for the Haunted House," declared Lydia Willis / Flag Girl who dragged Anita Jackson / Got Chic and Yumi Wong / Azure Angel with her.

"I want to try the games," said Axanna Morgan / Green Spectre, "and see just how rigged they are this year."

"Better than doing nothing," agreed Lydia Borden / Night Raven as she and Carla Rogers / Shield joined Axanna in her investigation.

That left Fly Woman standing there by herself as Danger Babe had stayed at She Legion HQ to watch the monitors in case of trouble elsewhere in the city.  "Don't worry about me, I will be fine by myself," muttered Fly Woman to herself.  She thought for a moment about just going home, but she had come all this way, so she might as well see some of the attractions and besides she suddenly realized, she didn't know where home was.  "What the hell is my name?" she asked herself and looked around in vain for one of the other heroines to ask what she was sure most people would consider a damn silly question.  What could she say if someone asked her what her name was.  She mentally rehearsed saying "I'm Fly Woman" and hearing people laugh in her face.  Maybe if I can see my reflection in a mirror, I will remember, she thought desperately and spotted the House of Mirrors and hurried towards it.

* * *

"These are fantastic!" exclaimed Jessica as she ran her hand lovingly over the brightly painted horses on the Merry-Go-Round.  "Just like I remembered from when I was a kid back home."

Summer and Karen weren't quite so enthusiastic, but they both admitted that the ride looked fantastic as they picked their "mounts" and climbed aboard.  The music started and the Merry-Go-Round slowly began to pick up speed though none of the trio noticed they were the only ones on the ride.  The Merry-Go-Round continued to go faster and faster, the music starting to distort weirdly as the speed increased.

"Aren't we going kind of fast for a kiddie ride?" called Karen to the other two.

"Don't worry," Jessica yelled back over the music.  "What can go wrong on something like this?"

"Damn, I wish she hadn't said that," muttered Summer who clasped the pole that anchored the horse to the platform.

The Merry-Go-Round became a blur of motion now and then there was a flash of light.  When Summer looked down, she saw she was naked and a quick glance showed that Jessica and Karen had likewise been stripped.  "I have had enough of this," the teen blonde exclaimed to no one in particular and intended to jump off the ride despite the speed at which it was going and the fact that she was naked.  When she tried to move, however, she found she couldn't take her hands off the post as they were locked in place as if by some kind of magical glue.  Another look at her companions showed they had discovered the same thing she had.

"This isn't fun anymore~" wailed Jessica as she found she couldn't pull her hands from the post and then she heard a mechanical click sound coming from somewhere under her ass in the horse.  A moment later, she felt something hard poking her in that shapely ass and begin to push upwards.  With unerring aim, whatever it was slid into her pussy as if it were greased with lube which was exactly the case.

Both Karen and Summer heard similar sounding clicks and were likewise quickly impaled by the dildos rising out of the painted horses.  Karen, unlike the others had more than enough sheer physical strength to rip the ride to bits was preparing to do so when the dildo began to buzz, rotate  and thrust in and out of her pussy.  She could feel her strength and willpower draining away rapidly as the dildo raped her and at the same time stimulated her to new heights of pleasure.  None of the three heroines noticed the ride had slowed down again and that they had become clearly visible to the watching crowd as their boobs bounced up and down as they were fucked.

* * *

"Oh my god, are you Cameron Drake, the astronaut?

Cameron looked around from her conversation with Cynthia and Louisa to see a blonde woman gawking at her with her hands clasped in front of her face.

"Um, yes, replied Cameron cautiously as the public reaction to her space flight had been mixed, mainly over how it had ended with her getting fucked in weightlessness on national television no less.

"I am such a huge fan," gushed the woman.  "I thought it was terrible how you were treated.  Please, let me show you and your friends to the VIP car for the ride."

Cameron glanced at the others who both shrugged and let herself be led to the VIP car.  She wasn't sure what made it so special, but maybe she was missing something.  Each car had a unique design, perhaps intended to encourage people to take multiple rides in the different cars.  One was decorated to make it look like you were "flying" on Superman's back, another was a white horse and so forth.  The VIP car looked like a winged demon which considering the topic of the She Legion meeting gave Cameron some pause, but the blonde employee seemed pretty sincere and Cameron didn't want to look chicken in front of the others by backing out.  She climbed into the car with Cynthia on one side and Louisa on the other while the blonde woman checked their safety harness to make sure everything was secure.

"I really hope you enjoy the ride," said the woman with a smile as the car started to move.  When the trio could no longer see her, Tamara dropped the fake smile and gave a little farewell wave.  There was going to be some enjoyment on the ride, but she didn't think those three would be the ones having it.

The ride started out sedately enough as it went up and down "hills" on the track and starting to gather speed.  "Hold onto your tits ladies," said a gruff voice suddenly that caused all three women to gasp and look around for the source.  As if in response the head of the demon which had seemed like a decoration on the front of the cart, turned its head around 180 degrees and leered at them.

Cameron Narrowed her eyes and prepared herself for action when the seemingly wooden demon head's mouth opened and it blasted a cloud of green gas at them.  They just had time to smell the chloroform base of the gas, but not enough time to hold their breaths as it wafted over them and they inhaled deeply.  Of the three, Cynthia seemed the least affected and she continued to struggle to undo the harness in order to deal with the smirking head when the car shot around a sharp turn and flew off the tracks.

Rather than plummeting to their deaths, the car continued forward as the decorative wings began to flap and took them straight through a portal into a landscape straight out of Hell.  Thick black clouds of ash burned crimson from an unseen light source far above them while the ground below was rough and rocky with large cracks that indicated it hadn't rained here in years if ever.  The car was now a full fledged winged demon and with a casual dip of its shoulder, it spilled the three heroines off its back into the air.  Before Cameron could fall very far, however, the winged demon snatched her up in its talons while two identical demons did the same for Louisa and Cynthia.

"Time for the real ride to begin," said the first demon as its claws were surprisingly delicate as they shredded Cameron's clothes before pulling her tight against the underside of its body where the former astronaut felt something hard and dripping fluid pressed against her netherlips.  "mmm, still tight after all the fucking you have taken," smirked the demon as it slid its cock home into the blonde.  "Oh where are my manners?  I forgot to introduce myself.  My name is Bomber and those are my egg brothers Talon and Claw."

A dazed Cameron looked over to the other two demons who had likewise stripped Louisa and Cynthia and were now in the process of fucking them.  Cameron giggled and waved to her friends, the gas having quite addled her mind at the moment.

Cynthia grunted as the winged demon's cock slammed into her over and over again as they circled above the barren landscape.  Why the hell had she wanted to join the She Legion, was the thought that raced through her mind when the mounting pleasure of her fucking allowed it.  After helping the She Legion with Prax, they had granted her a probationary membership that she had jumped at and look where that had got her!  Glancing at the other two demons and their heroine fuck toys, Cynthia saw there was no help likely from either of them as their eyes had that half glazed look of the tamed.  She could feel her own mind heading in that direction, but at  least for the moment she could resist it.  Battle Sprite had always envied the other heroines and their much larger boobs, but maybe that also made them more vulnerable to the gas and the cocks driving in and out of them.  Still, she could not hold out forever and so she had to act fast while she still could.

"Hey ugly, is that the best you can do?" she called up to the demon and when it looked down at her, she smiled.

Talon had snarled and look down at the miserable little human with her oh so warm and tight pussy wrapped around his cock and opened his mouth to put the whore in her place when the world went mad.  He clawed at his eyes, blinded by something akin to staring into the heart of a magnesium flare, assuming he knew of such an object.  What he really knew was pain and terror and while he was so distracted, Battle Sprite managed to pull herself off his cock and swing up onto his back.

The other two demons circled close trying to see what had so stricken their brother.  It was a stupid, desperate plan Battle Sprite knew, but it was the only one she had been able to conceive of other than letting the demon fuck her into a mindless mush.  As the demon bearing Omega Woman drew alongside, Battle Sprite kicked Talon in the head and leapt across open air.  Bomber reared away, instinctively, but he had not been her target.  Battle Sprite grabbed Omega Woman by the arms and using her own body as dead weight pulled the blonde off the demon's cock with a loud slurping noise.  The two heroines tumbled towards the rocks below like a gravity doomed meteor and Battle Sprite was sure she had lost the gamble and her life.  At the last possible second, Omega Woman swerved away from the ground in a U turn, gathered Battle Sprite in her arms  and headed straight back up.

"Goddess, that was close," whispered Battle Sprite, hoping she hadn't peed herself in her fright.

"Hang on," was all Omega Woman said a she raced straight at Claw who was still banging Wolf Woman even as he peered down at them, unable to understand what had happened.  He was still trying to figure it out when Omega Woman's fist slammed into his jaw and sent him tumbling through the air.  Somehow, Wolf Woman still had the presence of mind to wrap her arms around Omega Woman's back and cling there, her large boobs grinding into the flying hero's back as she circled and came around too grab Talon by the throat.  Open a portal and send us home or I will snap your scrawny neck," she screamed in his face.

* * *

Jungle Babe, followed by Sara Kraft and Wild Girl slipped under the tent flap of what was obviously the animal tent as evidenced by the caged beasts and if sight was not enough, the smell of several types of dung confirmed it.  "Just as I thought," grated the self proclaimed Queen of the Jungle, "they are not looking after these poor creatures properly.  Look at that!" she pointed to a cage where a large ape was chained down with not enough slack in his bonds to do more than sit there uncomfortably.  The sign on the top of the cage read Bobo and Jungle Babe hurried over to it looking for a way to unlock it.  She spotted a ring of keys lying on a bench and the third one she tried opened the cage.  "Poor baby, I will have you free in a few seconds," said Jungle Babe caressing the primate's fur gently.  Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Bobo's attention seemed mainly focussed on Jungle Babe's large breasts as they heaved and sank in her anger.

"Are you sure that's a good idea love?" asked Sara Kraft softly. "He does look a tad dangerous to me."

"Nonsense," responded Jungle Babe with a derisive wave of her hand.  "I can handle any animal alive.  All it takes is to be firm and show a little kindness.  There you go Bobo."  The latter comment came as another of the keys undid the huge padlock holding the ape's binding chains in place.

"Um, I don't know how to tell you this," snickered Sarah, "but I think Bobo is the one displaying something firm, or should I say hard?"

Jungle Babe was puzzled for a moment and then looked down to see Bobos large cock pointing up at her, erect and dribbling precum.  "That's not possible," she said flabbergasted.  "An ape of his type actually has a very small penis and … mmmmmhhhhh."  Her words were cut off by the simple expedient of Bobo placing one massive paw on the back of Jungle Babe's head and shoving her face down hard onto his cock.  It pushed into her throat and the ape held her head there motionless on his member while her hands flailed uselessly as she tried to push herself away from him.

"Come on, we have to help her," cried a shocked Wild Girl as she started to surge forward towards Jungle Babe and Bobo only to stop when she realized Lady Kraft wasn't moving with her.  The sidekick looked back and saw a large bald man, clad only in a lion skin, had one arm wrapped around Sarah's waist and the other over her mouth holding her silent and in place.  Wild Girl looked from her mentor who was being face fucked by the ape to Lady Kraft and her attacker uncertain who to help first.

"I think you should be more concerned about helping yourself," said a new voice behind the teen sidekick who spun around to see a tall, leggy brunette dressed in little more than a black tuxedo top, white shirt, red bowtie ,top hat  and bikini bottoms leaning on a cane and smiling evilly at her.

"Who the hell are you?" demanded Wild Girl as she dropped into a fighting stance, but feeling more than a little unnerved by the sounds of choking and gagging coming from Bobo's cage.
"They call me Gams," said the brunette.  "The person who hired us was sure that your mentor couldn't resist poking her nose into our business, so we have been waiting for you to arrive."

"Those demons you are working for aren't the kind to be loyal and grateful," snapped Wild Girl as she advanced on Gams.

"Demons?  What have you been smoking girl?  The woman who hired The Circus of Terror, was one hundred percent human," retorted Gams.

"She's just their front man, er woman," replied Wild Girl as she prepared to leap at the over confident woman.  "Didn't you get a memo from Nightmare Witch and the other villains to not get fooled?"

"Nice try little one," smirked Gams and then just as Wild Girl leapt, she swung her cane up and it discharged a blast of gas right into the sidekick's face and she went down and out with a gasping choking sound.

Lady Kraft had been struggling against the hold the large man had on her and had seen Wild Girl go down and knew it was all up to her now.  She slammed an elbow back into the stomach of the man and gave a muffled scream as it felt like she had hit a concrete block with her elbow.

"My name is Goliath," rumbled the man who now took his hand from Sarah's mouth and grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it.  "Some people think I am called that because I am so big which is partly true, but not in the way they mean it.  I suspect you are starting to realize the true meaning of my name."

Sarah gulped as she did indeed realize all too well as it felt like a baseball bat was being pressed into her ass.  "What the girl said about the demons was true," she said desperately.

"Yeah and I'm the King of England," laughed Goliath as he bent Sarah over the bench that had held the keys and ripped off her shorts and panties with one tug.  Before Sarah could find any more words for her argument, she gave a scream as that baseball bat sized cock was shoved into her pussy with one hard thrust.  As the circus strong man started to push himself in and out of the noblewoman, he reached around and ripped open her top to let her large boobs spill out into view where they bounced around wildly as she was fucked.

I wonder if I should have checked my email when we got into town, thought Gams as she began to strip Wild Girl.  Maybe the heroes were telling the truth and being on the road, they hadn't been near a good Internet connection to get the latest news.  No, the whole demon thing was just a trick to try and prevent what was going to happen to them.  Gams looked at the cage where Bobo was happily skull fucking the big boobed jungle slut and then to where Goliath was railing the moaning British noblewoman.  "Now it's your turn sweetie," she said to Wild Girl as she pulled on a strap-on and positioned herself at the opening of the sidekick's pussy.

What, what's going on?" asked a fuzzy sounding Wild Girl as she started to wake up from being handled roughly by the villainess.

"Sshh, you are about to find out," smirked Gams and drove her fake cock deep into the teen whose scream matched that of Lady Kraft's a few moments earlier.

* * *

"What's your poison?" Angela asked her two companions as they surveyed the food booths.  "Burger?  Mini doughnuts?  Cotton Candy?"

"I was hoping for something more exotic," said Tonya.  "They always have something new they decided to try deep fried."

"I swear you would eat cum if it was deep fried," snickered Candace.

"Yeah well I saw you eating cum at the football game and it didn't require any special preparation," countered Tonya.  "right out of the tap so to speak."
 
"Ladies, no bickering when we have more important things to do such as eat," broke in Angela before the two blondes could get serious.  "I have made an executive decision and we will start off with some cotton candy.  It is an old reliable where nothing can go wrong unless you are diabetic."

Tamara watched the three heroines approach and gave them a friendly smile.  For a fleeting moment, she wondered if her dreams of escape were too late.  Was she actually beginning to enjoy the things she did for the demons?   No, she was sure she didn't, that she couldn't have sunk that far so soon into eternity.  She was doing this for her sister, it was all for Karla and she had no choice.  She had almost convinced herself by the time the three women reached the cotton candy booth.

"one super large for the three of us to share," announced Angela fishing money from her purse.

"Coming right up," replied Tamara and turned around to the machine to make it for the woman.  Hidden from their view by her body, she slipped a little vial with pink liquid from her pocket and added it to the confection.  The Delta City super villains were playing hard to get when it came to falling in line with the demon's program, but they couldn't quite escape their basic nature.  Dragon Queen had needed money to equip a new lab after Ms. Americana had raided the last one, so despite the agreed on prohibition of dealing with the demons, she had still sold this special mutagen to Tamara for the money she needed.  Something this perverse really shouldn't be possible or even thinkable, but Tamara had her doubts about Dragon Queen's sanity.

"Here you go ladies, enjoy," said Tamara handing the large pink fluffy treat to Angela and pocketing the offered money.

The trio had turned and walked about a dozen feet from the booth when things began to happen.  The cotton candy doubled in size and then doubled again several more times as the women gaped at it.  A pair of eyes and a mouth appeared near the top of what was now a small mountain of cotton candy.  "Yummy, you three look good enough to eat," rumbled the creature as it extended tentacles of pink fluff to grip the three of them.  Angela tried to shake off the tentacle holding her and found to her surprise it was more like a steel cable than fluff.

"Get your hands off me," snarled Candace who sent a blast of solar powered energy into the thing.

"Mmm, oh I like the hot tempered ones," laughed the creature. "It gets me horny and helps me grow bigger."  Indeed, the infusion of energy from Champion Girl, rather than hurting the creature, had made it grow even larger.  "Now let's get the three of you naked so the fun can begin."  Before the astonished and affronted heroines could say or do anything more, a wave of pink foam swept over them and when it subsided, they stood there as naked as the day they were born, but a whole lot sexier.

"I've heard of food that fought back, but this is ridiculous," said Tonya as she called on the power of the Got jewel hung around her neck on a chain to try and break free, but even her ten times enhanced strength was insufficient to the task and as she strained, more pink tentacles reached out to her body.  Got Gal grunted as a thick tentacle slammed home into her pussy, followed in rapid succession by others pushing into her ass and gaping mouth.  Lady Midnight and Champion Girl met similar fates as they were triple penetrated and then lifted high in the air where all those around them got a good look a their naked, writhing bodies as they were fucked.

* * *

"This place is so lame," complained Lydia as yet another clearly plastic skeleton dropped down in front of them.  "I've been more scared at the thought of going into one of those second hand clothing shops that some poor people actually use."

"Yeah, real lame," agreed Anita who was not about to admit that she regularly shopped at those second hand stores.

"Not scary enough for you dearie eh?" said a woman in a witch costume who was pretending to stir a large black cauldron which might have been scarier if there wasn't the rather pleasant aroma of chicken noodle soup wafting up from the cauldron.

"I am more in danger of being bored to death than scared to death," replied Lydia haughtily.

"Oh we can't have that dearie," said the witch and she lowered her voice to a hissing whisper that only the three young heroines could hear.  "Don't take the right turn like the sign says just ahead, but go down the left hand corridor.  That's where all the really spooky stuff is.  We keep it for our special customers like you."

"Thanks," replied Lydia who was always happy to have her specialness recognised.  The witch just smiled, nodded and dipped a cup into the cauldron and began to drink her lunch.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Yumi as they came to the fork in the corridor and started down the nearly pitch dark left hand route instead of following the well lit right hand path.

"Trust me, when have I ever steered you wrong?" asked Lydia.

"Well there was that time last week and at least three times the previous month and …," Yumi broke off when she saw Lydia glaring at her.

"It was a rhetorical question," snapped Lydia.

"I don't see anything especially scary," said Anita looking around.  "I don't see much of anything except these three holes in the wall."

Yumi looked down at the waist high holes and frowned.  "If I didn't know any better, I would say they look suspiciously like glory holes," she said.

"That's ridiculous," scoffed Lydia.  "This is a haunted house, not some sleezy adult toy store."  Still, she had to admit that Yumi had a point and then as she continued to stare at the holes, three cocks were poked through them and she gasped.  It wasn't just that she was looking at three cocks that made her gasp, but how weird they looked.  One was a bright blue, one was purple and the third was lemon yellow.  All three were quite large, covered in scales and dripping a clear fluid in sufficient amounts that it was already forming a puddle below each hole.

"Those can't be real," breathed Anita.  "They are just some fake dicks to spice up the haunted house thing a bit."

"There is only one way to find out if they are real," said Lydia as she ran her tongue over her lips and stared at the three throbbing cocks poking through the wall.

"You have got to be kidding," said Anita.  "That's just your Aphrodite genes talking."

"Worst case scenario, we get a mouthful of rubber and some sugar water," replied Lydia as a bit of drool escaped the corner of her mouth.

"What's the best case?" asked Yumi worriedly.

"We get a mouthful of the real thing," grinned Lydia.  "Come on don't be a chicken.  On the count of three ok?"  Anita and Yumi nodded hesitantly. They weren't sure they liked this plan, but they didn't want to admit they were chicken and have Lydia hold that over them for the next month.  "One, two, three," counted Lydia and she leaned down and took the yellow cock in her mouth while to her left Anita wrapped her lips around the blue cock and to her right Yumi opened wide to take the purple 
Dick in her mouth.  It was a three way simultaneous discovery that the cocks were indeed real as there was no way to fake the warm, throbbing chunk of meat in their mouths.

Before the three young heroines could decide if they wanted to continue their oral ministrations of the three cocks, three sets of scaled, clawed hands of the same colour as the cocks reached through the wall and took a firm grip on the trio's heads.  All three of them gave out startled gasps and tried to pull back, but it was far too late to do that now  With claws hooked into hair, the three demons began to violently skull fuck their young victims while in the distance they heard the odd shriek from customers who had taken the approved route.

* * *

"These games are always rigged, said Axanna as she surveyed the various options open to the rubes.  "I am going to test the dunk tank first.  If I find what I suspect, I might even write an editorial for my paper."

"Good luck," said Night Raven as she sauntered over to try the ball and pin game to see if she could win a prize.

Carla looked around and saw the fortune teller tent off to one side of the games of chance.  "I think I will go get my fortune told," she told the departing backs of the other two.  "Maybe, I will meet someone tall, dark and handsome."

Axanna paid for three balls, though she was sure with her Aphrodite skills that she would only need one in a fair game and walked over to the line for the dunk tank.  The two people in front of her missed and the blonde stepped up confidently to take her turn.  The woman sitting on the seat was a bit surprising as she was covered in tattoos and would have fitted in better with a traditional "Freak Show", but maybe those things were not politically correct anymore and people found new jobs.

"Give it your best shot sweetie," sneered Tats.  Axanna smiled and threw her first ball, hitting the bulls-eye dead on, but nothing happened.  "Good aim, but no velocity," laughed Tats.  Gritting her teeth, Axanna fired the second ball even harder and again it hit the bulls-eye with no effect.  "Loser," taunted the woman in a sing song voice and several people watching laughed.

"The game is rigged," growled Axanna with her hands on her hips.

"That's what the losers always say," sneered Tats.  "I see you have one ball left, so I will prove to you that the game is fair."

"How?" asked Axanna suspiciously.

"We trade places," smirked Tats as she hopped down off the seat and came out in front of the booth.  "You sit on the seat and I will throw the ball, unless of course you just want to admit you are wrong."  Axanna looked around at the crowd next to her who were all smiling at this turn of events and not sure exactly why, she let herself be led into the booth and positioned on the seat.

"Tats nodded to her helper and he pressed a hidden switch under the counter.  Here goes nothing," yelled Tats making a big production  out of winding up her arm and finally throwing the ball which came nowhere near the bulls-eye.  A bell rang and Axanna shrieked as the seat tilted and dumped her into the cold water.  Except, it wasn't water and it wasn't cold.  There was no doubt in her mind that what she had fallen into had suddenly become a bubbling vat of warm cum.

"Sucker!" yelled Tats derisively.

"Bitch," snarled Axanna as she started to pull herself out of the tank.  She was halfway out with cum streaming off her body in sheets when a green tentacle reached out, wrapped itself around her ankle and dragged her back in and under the surface.

"What the hell is that thing?" screamed Hexanna as she bobbed back to the surface spluttering cum from her mouth and nose.

"It's the lurker in the pool from the Lord of the Rings," snickered Tats.  "It was unemployed after the movies and we gave it a job and some special new training."

"It's not funny," snapped Axanna who started to haul herself out of the tank again only to suddenly realize she was now naked, her clothes having mysteriously vanished.  The crowd hooted and whistled at the sight of the busty, naked blonde and with a shriek, Axanna dropped back into the tank to cover herself from view.

"I guess you have a decision to make," giggled Tats.  "Either you can get out and show all these nice people that body of yours or you can stay in the tank and entertain the lurker.  You better decide quickly or it will make the choice for you."

Axanna screamed when she felt the tentacle probing at her pussy and the crowd laughed thinking it was all some prearranged stunt.  The blonde heroine was still deciding what the lesser of two evils was when as Tats had warned her, the lurker made the decision for her.  Axanna thrashed and moaned as she was held in place by other tentacles and one was rammed deep into her pussy.

* * *
  
Lydia Borden / Night Raven was seemingly having much better luck than her fellow heroine.  Having bought her tokens, she waited her turn and took aim at the row of pins some distance away in the booth.  She knew they were probably glued down or held in place by magnets or some other trick, but she also knew they hadn't counted on someone with Aphrodite gene strength.  Putting some "English" on her throw, Night Raven hit the center pin and sent all five of them tumbling.  The blonde with the pixie cut blinked in surprise as even she hadn't expected to do that well.

"Here you go little lady," said the man running the booth as he handed her a three foot tall teddy bear.  You got all 5 pins, so you win the grand prize."

"Um, thanks," Night Raven managed and the people around her applauded as she staggered off with her prize in her arms.

"Fuck, you have got huge, soft hooters," said the bear and Night Raven almost dropped her prize in surprise.

"What did you say?" she hissed at the stuffed animal, immediately feeling silly, especially when several people around her gave her strange looks.  Of course the bear didn't say anything and Night Raven relaxed as she started to walk away again, thinking she must just have imagined the voice. 

"Oh baby, I can't wait to fuck you and watch those big jugs bounce around," said the bear.

Night Raven gritted her teeth and ducked behind a row of tents out of sight of all passersby.  She glared at the stuffed animal and began to probe it with her fingers, looking for a hidden microphone, sure someone was playing a trick on her.  She found nothing and was holding the teddy bear in front of her and glaring hotly at it when it reached up and ripped open her blouse and pulled her bra off to let her breasts come tumbling and jiggling out into view.  Soft furry hands reached out to take a boob in each one and squeeze them gently, furry thumbs playing with her large sensitive nipples.  Night Raven took a step backwards in surprise and tripped over one of the guy ropes of a tent and fell on her ass with the bear on top of her.  "Couldn't wait to have fun eh?" smirked the bear as it let go of her breasts and slid further down her body. So his big mouth was at tit level and something large and hard pressed at her groin.  Those soft paws ripped away Night Raven's skirt and panties and before she could think to rise from this ludicrous position, she felt whatever it was slip into her pussy.  "Ahh, nice and wet and tight," moaned the stuffed animal as it began to slam its furry hips into  the blonde and fucking her with a cock she could have sworn it didn't have a few seconds ago while its mouth latched onto one of her tits and began to suck.

* * *

"So you claim you can tell my future ?" teased Carla as she entered the fortune teller's tent and saw what she took to be an old woman sitting hunched behind a small round table with of course, the requisite crystal ball sitting in the middle of it.

"The young lady should not make fun of the mystical arts," replied the old woman in a gravelly voice.

"Oh, I am so scared," mocked Carla as she put a few bills on the table and sat down.

"You have been warned," replied the old woman with a shrug of her shoulders that didn't look right somehow as if there were too many joints in those stooped shoulders, but Carla wrote it off as just a trick of the bad lighting.

"I have been warned," agreed Carla still mockingly.  "Now, give me my moneys worth and tell my fortune."

"Place your hands on it and look into the mystic orb if you wish to see your future," returned the old woman as she also placed her hands lightly on the ball.  Again, something seemed off about her hands as they looked more like claws, but in the shadowy tent, Carla wasn't sure what it was she was seeing.

Carla shrugged and did as she was bid, placing her hands on the crystal ball and almost immediately gasping as it began to show her a succession of images.  She saw the Merry-Go-Round with Amazing Babe, Spectre Girl and Power Lass all bouncing up and down on dildos sticking out of the backs of the painted horses.  Before the stunned heroine could say anything, the image shifted to show Omega Woman, Wolf Woman and Battle Sprite all dangling under winged demons as they were fucked.  Again the image shifted and Carla could see the plight of Jungle Babe, Sarah Kraft and Wild Girl, her attention drawn especially to Dana as she was being face fucked by an ape with an impossibly sized cock.  The next image showed Lady Midnight, Got Gal and Champion Girl being tentacle raped while suspended in mid air by some pink blob that looked like it was made out of cotton candy.  Shifting yet again, Carla saw Flag Girl, Got Chic and Azure Angel on their knees being forced to deep throat weirdly shaped and coloured cocks while held in place by clawed hands.  Moving on, the crystal ball showed Green Spectre floundering in the cum tank, screaming out an orgasm as the lurker fucked her and the crowd cheered.  The next and final image showed Night Raven on her back on the ground with what looked like an animated teddy bear pounding a massive cock into the blonde's cunt.

"What the hell kind of trick is this?" demanded Carla as she glanced up from the ball to the old woman.  "You are just showing me some fake porn and not my future."

"Oh, sorry," said the woman and she actually sounded apologetic.  "The new firmware update has a few bugs in it.  The wretched thing is stuck in present mode."  The old woman rapped hard once on the crystal ball with a knuckle and it clouded over then cleared again to show a new image.

"What the fuck?" gasped Carla as she stared at an image of what was clearly her, naked and sprawled on top of this very table while some huge black, slimy thing held her down with tentacles and fucked her.

"You wanted to meet someone tall, dark and handsome," said the old woman.  "Well, two out of three isn't bad."  As Carla gaped open mouthed, the old woman, who she realized was not an old woman at all, burst out of its concealing clothes and shadows to seize her with multiple tentacles.  She was pulled up onto the table and her clothes ripped from her body so she was in the exact same position she had just seen in the crystal ball.  Horrified, she looked down between her legs, knowing what must come next and she wasn't disappointed as she saw the huge black cock dart towards her and then drive itself into her pussy.

* * * 

Rudolph the midget ring master of the Circus of Terror hurried into the animal tent.  He didn't care much about being called a politically incorrect term like "midget" as long as he made lots of money.  Besides, there were a lot worse things people could call him like "wanted" and "the accused", or even his real name which was not Rudolph and which he kept buried in his past.  "Hey Gams, Goliath, I just logged onto my e-mail for the first time in weeks and there was a lot of messages from some of the other er players to be careful about getting entangled with some demons who are trying to take over Delta City.  They say the demons are being fronted by some blonde human woman, so it might be a good idea to cancel ."  He stopped in mid sentence as he took in the sight of what Bobo, Goliath and Gams were doing to the three heroines.  "Too late," he muttered and took his cock out of his pants.  It was quite oversize for his height and he shoved it into Wild Girl's mouth and began fucking it. "Let me get my rocks off and then we can send the ladies on their way with no hard feelings."
 
* * *

"No hard feelings!" raged Jungle Babe as the three heroines made their way across the fair grounds looking for the rest of the She Legion who according to Gams might also be having a "few issues" as she put it.  The jungle heroine rinsed out her mouth again with the bottle of water Gams had given her, trying to get the taste of ape cum from her mouth.

"Well, when I can walk straight again, I am in favour of going back and giving them a good seeing to," said Lady Kraft who was walking a little bow legged.

Jungle Babe was about to second that motion when they heard a boom and looked up to see a portal open in the sky above them and Omega Woman, fly through carrying Battle Sprite and with Wolf Woman clinging on to her back.  "Looks like we weren't the only ones who had some fun" said the blonde as she waved at Omega Woman to get her attention.  "They are all naked."

The flying heroine noticed them, circled, and landed a few feet away.  "Damn, it is either raining or you are dripping," complained Wild Girl as she reached up to touch her blonde hair and came back with sticky fingers.

"Oops, sorry, I think that was me," said Wolf Woman sliding down from Omega Woman's back and looking down at the cum dribbling from her pussy.

As the two groups of heroines exchanged stories, forgetting entirely that they were totally naked except for masks they had jury rigged from scraps of their costumes, they heard a horrible noise coming from the direction of the Merry-Go-Round.  A short while later, Power Lass, Spectre Girl and Amazing Babe joined them all also naked, but with Amazing Babe carrying the decapitated head of one of the painted horses like a hunter bringing home her kill.

"let me take a wild guess, the horses were all booby trapped with dildos?" asked Omega Woman.

"It wasn't the nice Merry-Go-Round I remembered as a child," wailed Amazing Babe.

"So, how did you escape then?" asked Jungle Babe.

"It was Power Lass," said Spectre Girl excitedly.  "The fucking made us all weaker, but when she came, she pretty much trashed the whole thing with her orgasm.  I mean she squeezed her thighs together so hard it crushed the horse and then when she stopped drooling, she wasted the entire ride.  It was fucking awesome!"  Power Lass blushed and didn't look as thrilled as Spectre girl, keeping her eyes downcast.

"Here comes Lady Midnight and the foodies," pointed Wild Girl.

"What's all that pink stuff all over you three?" asked Lady Kraft dipping a finger into it and then licking the finger clean.

"I will never eat cotton candy again in my life," growled Lady Midnight.

"I'm not sure I want to know exactly what happened, but to repeat the question asked once before, how did you get away?" asked Omega Woman.  Lady Midnight mumbled something, but the blonde couldn't hear what it was.  "I didn't catch that," she said.

"I said that the formula used to animate the stuff was unstable," growled Lady Midnight in a louder voice.  "Meaning when we squirted, it just dissolved into foam"

Omega Woman managed to stifle a laugh and then saw Green Spectre, Night Raven and Shield staggering towards them, each of the heroines looking exhausted and triumphant, but displaying some "trophy" of their adventure.  For Night Raven, it was bits of fur that were stuck to her body by what appeared to be cum, for Green Spectre it was a little bit of tentacle she hadn't had the energy to yank out of her pussy where it dangled obscenely.  For Shield it was the crystal ball with a crack in it that she had smashed over the head of the fortune telling demon.

When Flag Girl, Azure Angel and Got Chic appeared with what was clearly cum drying on their faces, the inevitable questions were asked once again.

We weren't having any luck hitting the demons," explained Flag Girl, "so we started hitting the wall they were coming through."

"You mean cumming through," muttered Anita under her breath.

Anyway, we got away thanks to shoddy construction and slivers," finished Flag Girl. 

"Well the gang is all here," said Lady Midnight counting heads and then boobs to make sure the math came out right.  "I move we get the hell out of here and back to She Legion HQ," she said suddenly feeling a little self conscious standing there naked except for her mask with a crowd of curious people watching.

"Are you sure we aren't missing someone? Asked Green Spectre, looking like someone trying to remember a name that was on the tip of her tongue, but unable to do so,

"No, I am sure everyone is here," replied Lady Midnight as she led the way out of the fair grounds.  "Does anyone remember where we parked?"
  
* * *

Fly Woman fought back her panic as she ran into the Hall of Mirrors.  She ignored the crowd who laughed at the various distorted images of themselves.  Fly Woman ignored those mirrors.  She needed to know what she truly looked like, not some fat or skinny version or any other distortion.  Finally, she found the mirror she needed, instinctively knowing it was the one such in the entire place, the one that would show her true self.  

What Fly  Woman saw was a tall African-American woman with strong features and dressed in a costume that consisted of a blue and white checked top and navy  blue bottoms.  Fly Woman looked from that image to her body dressed in a white blouse and jeans.  Something is wrong here, she knew, but at the same time she was just as sure the mirror was correct.  When Fly Woman looked up again at her image, she saw it move.

"Who, who are you?" she stammered out as the mirror image stepped down from the frame to stand in front of her and a glance at the mirror showed it was empty except for the dimly lit walls of the room she was standing in.

"You know who I am," replied the mirror image come to life.

"You, you are me as I used to be," whispered Fly Woman.

"That's right," said the mirror image as she moved closer to stand face to face with fly Woman, both of them with erect nipples just brushing lightly against each other.  After looking into Fly Woman's eyes for several seconds like this, the image leaned forward and kissed Fly Woman softly on the lips.  "Do you remember your name now?" she asked.

"Vanessa, Vanessa Wilson," said Fly Woman.  "I think maybe I died."

"Not exactly," said the image taking Fly Woman's hand.  "Come with me and I will show you some things You need to know."  Numbly, Fly Woman took the image's hand and together they stepped into the mirror.  A moment later, the room was silent and empty.


The End