Gods vs. Demons Part Seven:  The Five Gold Tickets
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 and knows how to use it!

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Lydia Willis aka Flag Girl sat on the floor in her bedroom in Wade Manor surrounded by dozens of opened condom packages feeling frustrated.  Perhaps there was a small amount of psychological frustration due to having all these condoms around her and nothing suitable to use them on, but mainly it was frustration at not being able to find one of the gold tickets.  She had managed via the Porsche she had borrowed from Brenda to zip around to various stores and buy seven boxes of the now rare Whacky Willie condoms and had come up empty, though she had at least learned that the orange flavoured ones were the most authentic tasting.  To make her frustration even worse, Brenda had not been the least bit sympathetic to her plight.  There had been an hour long lecture on "demons threatening the city blah  blah blah" which had nothing to do with her real problem.  She wanted that damn golden ticket more than anything else she could remember wanting at least since that new iPhone last week.  The factory tour and the swag would be nice, but the real prize in her mind was the exact replica of Duke Stone's cock.  The man was so fucking hot both in the looks department and in Hollywood at the moment.  If anyone was planning an action packed blockbuster, they wanted Duke Stone and Lydia wanted him too.  If she couldn't get the real thing in her bed, she would settle for a replica of his cock and for that she needed one of the damned gold tickets.

Wait a moment, thought Lydia, they sell the things at Wade-Mart didn't they?  Even if Brenda wouldn't help her, that should still give her an edge.  Excitedly, Lydia jumped up, scattering the condoms all over the rug, and sat down at her computer.  The blonde teen logged into the Wade-Mart portal using Brenda's ID and password.  Guessing the password hadn't been difficult, really, Ms.Americana38G was not much better than "password" or "123456" when you got right down to it.  Once logged in, Lydia searched through the inventory system.  At the moment Whacky Willie was pretty much a local brand and so hadn't been distributed nation wide or world wide yet, though this contest might change that.  That meant at least that the condoms with the gold ticket were almost certainly in the Delta City area and BINGO!  According to the inventory system, there was one box of the things left in all the nearby Wade-Marts.  It was in their new store in River City, the little town just upriver from Delta City.  Lydia quickly put a "hold" on the box, so it would be kept in the stock room where the inventory system said it was and then made a dash for the Porsche.

[Author's Note:  I think River City was invented by Rook.  My apologies if I am wrong.]

At the speed limit, it was an hour drive from Wade Manor to River City, but Lydia made it in thirty minutes and stopped to consider things when she pulled into the parking lot of the River City Wade-Mart.  She had totally lost track of time in her obsession and now realized it was two in the morning.  If she went in as Lydia Willis and demanded the box in the storeroom, it would almost certainly get back to Brenda which at the very least would result in another long lecture on her responsibilities and at the worst might result in Brenda not letting her have the box.  This seemed like a job for Flag Girl, thought Lydia.  She could slip in the delivery doors on the loading dock, make her way to the store room and out again in a few minutes.  If she was somehow discovered and had to make a run for it, well then no one could prove it was really her could they?  Anyone could be using a Flag Girl costume to hide their identity.  It was a source of great pride for the teen that her Flag Girl costume was a best seller at Wade-Mart for Halloween, though the irony that there was no need to create a "sexy" version of the skimpy outfit rather eluded her.

After squirming into her costume in the heavily tinted environment of the Porsche's darkened interior, Flag Girl made her way to the back of the store and found the security keypad.  Again, knowledge of how Brenda's mind worked came in handy as she entered 696969 as the PIN and the green light came on as a click sounded.  Flag Girl slipped inside and stealthily made her way down the back corridors.  Wade-Marts were open 24 hours a day of course, but there were only a handful of cars in the lot at this time of night in a small city like River City.  There were probably more employees than customers in the store, working to restock the shelves.  Flag Girl slipped inside the store room that the inventory control program had indicated held the treasured box and walked along the seemingly endless shelves to the precise location she was looking for.  She spotted the brightly coloured box and had just started to reach for it, when she heard a sound from behind her and a voice spoke.

"Um, are you supposed to be in here?" the voice was young and hesitant and Flag Girl swung around to see a teen aged boy in the ubiquitous wade-Mart uniform complete with the well known red vest.

"Of course," replied Flag Girl deciding to bluff her way through this chance meeting.  "Don't you recognize me?  I am Flag Girl."

The boy shook his head.  "We sell tons of those costumes, you could be anyone.  Why are you here?"

"Ms. Americana sent me to get this box," said Flag Girl, pointing to the box of Whacky Willie Condoms on the shelf next to her.

"That doesn't make any sense," insisted the boy with another shake of his head.  "Why would Ms. Americana want a box of condoms?  I think I better call security."

"No wait a minute," said Flag Girl desperately as the boy turned to walk over to a phone on the wall.  "I am really the real Flag Girl and for reasons I can't tell you, national security and all that, I need that box of condoms."

"Jeez, I am not stupid," said the boy as he turned back to Flag Girl.  "I am taking a community college course online in programming and when I'm done, I am quitting this piece of crap job and going to work for someone like Facebook or Google.  I heard about that contest and I bet that is why you want the condoms."

Flag Girl hesitated, biting her lower lip as she tried to think.  "Ok, you're right, but why should it matter to you, or do you want that replica of Duke Stone's cock for some perverted reason?"

"Boy, that's a bit homophobic, don't you think?" retorted the boy.  "If it is any of your business though, I don't have any interest in that dildo or the contest, but I am real interested in what's under that costume of yours."

"What is that supposed to mean?" demanded Flag Girl as she narrowed her eyes at the boy and read for the first time the name Hugh on his name tag.

"I mean if you are real nice to me, I won't call security," said Hugh licking his lips and now his eyes focussed on Flag Girl's ample breasts.

"That's sick and its called sexual harassment," stormed Flag Girl.

"Well ok if you don't want the box," said Hugh and turning once again towards the phone.

"Fine, just what do you want?" growled a desperate Flag Girl.

"Show me your boobs," said Hugh as he felt his heart thudding in his chest at what he was doing.  He knew it was kind of wrong, but he doubted he would ever get this kind of an opportunity again in his lifetime.

"Pervert," said Flag Girl and then looking around a little belatedly to make sure there were no security cameras around, she lifted up her top and flashed her tits at Hugh for a couple of seconds before dropping her top back into place.

"That's not long enough," complained Hugh.  "Take the top off."

Flag girl stared at the brown haired boy with glasses for a few seconds and then blew out a sigh.  She was sure that box had a winning ticket, so what was the big deal of giving this geek a thrill?  The nerd reminded her of the Geek which brought back unpleasant memories, but unlike the super villain, she doubted this twit would ever get past assistant manager of a department.  Smiling brightly at the boy to keep him happy, Flag Girl undid her top and dropped it to the floor after holding it in front of her teasingly for several seconds.  She saw the twitch in the boy's pants and felt a sense of power over him because of that.

"Fuck, those are big," gasped the boy when he finally did get a good clear look at Flag Girl's tits.  "Now take off the skirt too."

That feeling of power over Hugh promptly vanished as Flag Girl stared incredulously at him.  "That wasn't part of the deal," she said flatly, but quickly capitulated when Hugh once more reached for the phone to call security.  It would be even more embarrassing to have to deal with security now that she was topless with her breasts exposed like this.  Flag Girl unbuckled her skirt and slid it down to stand there virtually naked except for the little white thong and her boots.

"Now the panties," ordered Hugh, feeling more confident or maybe more reckless as he felt his cock harden in his pants and start to do his thinking for him.

Flag Girl didn't wait this time for the phone threat, but hooked her fingers into the elastic of her panties and began to tug them down.  She was wondering if the boy would cum in his pants just seeing what was probably his first pussy.  When she stepped out of the panties and stood there with her little patch of blond bush on full display, she realized this was actually starting to turn her on and that her pussy was getting wet.  Damn her Aphrodite gene which thought being ordered to strip was a prelude to sex.

That same thought was obviously on Hugh's mind as he stepped towards her.  "I just got to touch those jugs and see what they feel like," he said and before Flag Girl could object, he had one of her breasts in each hand gently squeezing them.

The boy had no experience or much skill, but Flag Girl found her Aphrodite genes didn't much care and almost as if it had a will of its own, one of her hands reached out to rub the bulge in the boy's pants.  "You ever been with a woman or have you just jerked off to porn?" she asked Hugh.

"J, just porn," admitted Hugh as he tried desperately not to cum just from the gentle touch of Flag Girl's fingers on his cock through his pants.

"Then let me change your life," said Flag Girl as she knelt down in front of the boy and began to undo his pants.  "I give you a real thrill and I get that box.  Deal?"

"Deal," agreed Hugh staring down at the kneeling blonde and her monster tits as she tugged his pants and underwear down to free his cock from its tight prison.

"Not bad, not bad at all," murmured Flag Girl more to herself than the boy as she saw his hard cock bobbing up and down inches from her face.  She licked her lips and then opened her mouth wide and took the head and the first few inches into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around it and taste the precum already dripping out of it.

"Oh fuck I never felt anything so good," gasped Hugh as he rested his hands on the top of Flag Girl's blonde hair and watched fascinated as more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth.  "I, I think I am going to cum" he stammered as he remembered it was considered good etiquette to warn the girl who was sucking your cock, at least according to the porn stories he had read on the Internet.

Flag Girl didn't say anything, but just kept swallowing his cock until her nose was pressed into his stomach and the entire length was in her mouth.  She felt a sudden flood of warm goo fil her mouth and she gulped and swallowed several times before the flow stopped.  For someone used to getting her face fucked by villains like the Aberration, it was no trick at all to swallow down the normal sized load of the boy.  When she popped her mouth off his cock, it was still hard as she had hoped it would be for someone this young and virile.  Licking her lips, she smiled up at the boy, then stood up and turned around with her legs spread and her arms braced against the shelves.  "Now fuck me Hugh," she told him.  "I want you to ram that cock of yours in my cunt and fuck me."

Hugh was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his good luck wasn't over yet and then he forced himself to step out of his pants and move forward to grab the blonde's hips.  He had read about this hundreds of times, but that didn't equate to the reality and he poked his cock at the pussy in front of him ineffectively a few times before Flag Girl reached back, grasped his shaft and guided it home into her depths.  Hugh felt the velvet softness enclose his cock and was sure there was no greater feeling in the entire universe.  Slowly and hesitantly at first, he began to thrust in and out of Flag Girl savouring the sensations and knowing he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.  Gaining more confidence, Hugh began to pick up speed and force and was pleased to hear Flag Girl moaning with pleasure as he did so.  The stock clerk did feel slightly bad over forcing the girl into their tryst, so the fact she was enjoying it salved his conscience somewhat.  The stock room was now filled with the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and then the pleasure became to intense for Hugh to contain any longer and he felt himself start to unload his semen into that warm clinging pussy.

Flag Girl felt Hugh start to shoot inside her and she clamped her pussy tighter around his spurting member, milking it of every last drop and that was enough to power her own climax over the edge.  Finally Hugh's softening cock slipped out of her honeypot and a bit of his cum oozed out of her slit and ran down her inner thigh.  Flag Girl dressed quickly then and took the box of condoms from the shelf, suddenly thinking of the irony of that and with a quick kiss for the boy, she was out of the stock room out of the store and back in her Porsche.  She couldn't wait to get back to Wade Manor to open the little foil packages and started feverishly ripping them open.  If there had been anyone around in the parking lot of the River City Wade-Mart at three in the morning that day, they might have heard the scream of joy from inside the Porsche. 

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Tamara reviewed the video from the cameras she had placed in the stock room.  She was quite pleased with the quality of it, especially the close-up of Flag Girl gulping and swallowing the load of spunk the boy had shot into her mouth.  These kind of preliminary scenes for the main event at the factory should help the ratings and keep Diablo from reaching for his whip.

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"Which do you think is more beautiful, sunset or sunrise?"

Emily Arcand looked at the sun that hung halfway above the horizon, red from the longer distance the light had to travel through the atmosphere which absorbed the other colours and left it crimson.  The clouds near the horizon glowed in shades of red and purple that the greatest artists had still never managed to capture accurately.  Which is this? Asked the blind girl who had never seen either before.

"Does it matter?" asked the unseen voice.

"Yes, I think so," replied Emily.  "Both are pretty, but sunrise marks the beginning of day, the dawn of new hope while sunrise is the ending and dark night is coming."

There was a pause and then the voice came again.  "That's rather good.  Do you mind if I borrow it?"

"It's yours," replied Emily.  "I don't imagine that I will have reason to use it again. Is this a dream?"  She had been born blind and while Emily had dreamed before, she had still never been granted the privilege of sight in her dreams since her memory contained not a single image and dreams came from your memories.  Sometimes she heard sounds, felt things touch her, tasted and even smelled things, but never had she seen even in dreams.  She didn't think her mind was capable of making sense of sight after all these years of darkness, but she knew this new sensation was vision and even what she was looking at which puzzled her as to how that could be.

"Not quite," said the voice.  "You are still asleep in your bed, but it is not quite a dream. I brought your mind here so we can talk."

"Who are you?" asked Emily and she wondered at herself for accepting this strangeness as reality so readily.

Ah yes, humans like most sentient species do prefer names," said the voice.  "You can call me Guide."

"Guide to what?" asked Emily.

"To the future, to the universe, to everything," replied Guide.

"Oh, little things like that," responded Emily.  "I don't suppose you want to be a little more specific about who exactly you are, what you are doing and how it involves me?"

Guide chuckled, "Yes I suppose I could.  I am an old and very powerful being, one of the Firstborn."

Emily noted the implied capital on that last word from the way Guide said it.  "Are you god?" she ventured.

"No, I said I was one of the oldest, but even I don't know whether he, or she,, or it, or they exist and what their true nature is.  Damn, your pronouns are such an inadequate and flawed invention."

"Sorry," replied Emily, though she wasn't quite sure it was up to her to apologize for a linguistic construction.

"I believe the proper response is No Worries," said Guide, "but where was I again?  Oh yes, my  role in all of this and yours.  I have the power to make and destroy worlds with the snap of a finger, if I still had fingers that is.  I could cure all disease, feed all the starving, stop all wars and yet I cannot."

"That seems like a contradiction," observed Emily.

"The question you have to ask yourself is whether by doing those things, would I be the saviour of the universe or its greatest evildoer?" said Guide.  "It's all about that pesky little concept called free will you see, if you will pardon the use of that word."

Emily frowned as she considered Guide's words.  "If you did it all for us, we might stagnate and never reach our potential?" she ventured.

"You got it in one," replied Guide sounding impressed.  "It is a theme your species has wrestled with in your fiction.  For lack of a better word, what would happen if there was some kind of superman or superwoman who could do fantastic things?  Should they seek to impose peace in the world?  How long would it take for them to go from being seen as a benefactor to being perceived as a dictator?  It is for that reason that I dare not intervene."

"Yet here you are," pointed out Emily.

"Yet here I am," agreed Guide.  "The other side of the coin of doing nothing is watching so many innocents die in most horrible ways.  Do I not have a moral duty to do something?  If not, what good am I?  So, now and then I do intervene in small ways to try and guide sentient species towards improvement.  The trick is to know when to do it and when it is too much."

"And you have judged this is one of those times?" asked Emily, though even as she asked the question, she decided it was redundant.

"Yes, and to make matters worse, it is the second time in a single day of your Earth that I have done so, but never mind what the other one was about," answered Guide.  "Mayhap you will learn of that other intervention in due time.  Now, I must show you some things."

The scene in front of Emily shifted and she saw the bridge of a large starship, or so Guide's voice told her since she had no internal frame of reference to understand things she had never before experienced.  She had tried to imagine what the bridge of the Enterprise would look like, but that had not really prepared her for this.  Oddly enough there was only one man on the bridge and there were some other incongruous elements such as the pentagram drawn in red on the metal floor and the large black guttering candles.  So that was what red looked like!

"What is going on here?" Emily asked her invisible companion.

"The man is called Umbra," said Guide.  "He was the greatest sorcerer of his world and also a scientific genius.  He devised the ship you see him on and he called it Annihilation.  Observe what is displayed on the  screen that shows what is in front of that ship." 

Emily turned her attention to that screen that took up nearly the entire front wall of the bridge.  Where before it had shown only the black of space, it now showed a swirling maelstrom of pulsating colours.  "What ….?" She asked, totally unable to formulate a guess.

"That is a black hole," replied Guide.  "Contrary to what you might think from the name, a black hole is as you see it.  As atoms and molecules are ripped to shreds by the gravity well of a singularity, they emit large amounts of electromagnetic energy all across the spectrum including the visible.  Of course light cannot escape from inside the event horizon, but you would need to get much closer than what you currently see to be able to see that lightless core.  Umbra, the wise fool that he is attempts to harness the power of a black hole." 

Emily watched Umbra as he began to chant words in a language she didn't know, watched the pentagram glow, watched the candles stream despite the absence of any breeze to stir them and then saw Umbra hold up his right hand with a look of total triumph on his face and on his hand  was the utter black band of a ring.  The same ring that adorned her own hand now when she looked down at it.  Emily's mind was filled with questions that she tried to sort out into some logical order to ask.  You said Umbra was a sorcerer, but for good or evil?  Is the ring evil?   How did it come to me?"

"Good and evil are sometimes difficult to determine," said Guide.

"That's bullshit," replied Emily angrily.  "It doesn't take a genius to decide what a person is who uses his or her power to bully others or conquer others and kill them."

Emily sensed the non corporeal being shrug shoulders he didn't possess.  "What if someone uses the power to conquer a dictator who rules his or her people with cruelty and torture?  In that case, might he or she not be seen as a liberator?  That, however, was not the case for Umbra.  You asked if he was good or evil, but he was just a man.  His main motivation was the seeking of knowledge for its own sake.  He neither sought to conquer or to liberate.  What then would you call him?"

"An idiot," growled Emily outraged that someone who had in effect harnessed the power of a black hole didn't use that power to do some good with it.

"You are outraged, but remember the superman dilemma," cautioned Guide.  "To exert your full power to right the wrongs of the universe could result in negative effects for those you seek to save.  Then what happens when you die as all mortals must?  Who inherits that power?  Will they use it for good or ill?"

"Ok, I get your point," conceded Emily.  "Neither Umbra or the ring in itself is good or evil, but what about my third question?  How did it come to me?"

"The spell you saw Umbra perform created the ring and gave him a small fraction of the power of a black hole," said Guide, "but it as vast as that power was, it was not enough for Umbra and he desired still more to aid in his studies."

The scene in front of Emily shifted again to show Umbra, once more on his ship, but this time older with now a touch of grey in his black hair.  Again there was the chanting, the glowing of the pentagram and the guttering of the candles.  For the briefest of moments there was that look of triumph on the man's face and the black ring on his finger seemed to somehow be blacker than before, but then a spasm of pain could be seen on Umbra's face and a look of panic.  In a blink of an eye, Umbra's body changed from flesh to a blackness much like the ring's and then was gone as an empty ring fell to the floor of the ship.  It lay there for a few seconds and then vanished.

"Umbra tried to control more power than his physical body was capable of channeling," said Guide.

"But Mama wore the ring for years and now I have it and nothing has happened to me," objected Emily.

"There seems to be something in the Aphrodite gene that gives you more control over the power," replied Guide, "and also you have only used a fraction of its true potential."

"Then Mama was an Aphrodite too?" asked Emily in surprise.

"She was," affirmed Guide, "but she rarely used the power of the ring and never after her dementia afflicted her in later years.  Now keep watching and you will learn how the ring came to you.""

"Are you sure your name isn't Gandalf?" asked Emily, but got no reply to that question.

The scene shifted again and now showed the familiar streets of Delta City before zooming in to an alley in the downtown area.  A man walking through the alley looked despondent.  He wasn't especially well dressed, but he didn't appear to be homeless either, just a working man perhaps on his way home from a shift or a night at the bars.  His foot kicked something that made a strange sound and Emily saw him look puzzled and then bend down to pick up an object.  The man held it up and Emily saw it was the ring.  The man examined it carefully and Emily could see the disappointment on his face as he saw no jewels, but just a worthless black band.  It looked for a moment as if he would throw it away in disgust, but then an idea seemed to occur to him and the man dropped it into his pocket.

Again there was a scene change and now Emily saw the man sitting on a park bench, his clothes a little better cared for, his face scrubbed clean and his hair neatly brushed.  The image pulled back and Emily saw there was a woman sitting beside him on the bench and she gasped in recognition.  "Mama?" she whispered, somehow knowing it was her beloved mother despite never having actually seen her face or known her mother when she was that age.  "She is beautiful," whispered Emily , blinking back a tear and grateful to Guide beyond words for this precious gift.   The man was talking and then he produced the ring and placed it on mama's finger.  Emily didn't catch many of the words, only something about getting a better ring when times were better at some point in the future.  Emily blushed, as all children do, when she saw her mother and the man hug and kiss.

"I never knew my father," whispered Emily.  "What happened to him?  What happened to the love they shared?"

"Alexi Arcand, like many others before and after him, had his own demons," said Guide and Emily thought the previously unemotional voice now had a hint of sadness in it.  "He couldn't defeat his demons and he wasn't sufficiently prepared for the responsibility of parenthood."

"Meaning, he was the drunken bum mama said he was and he took off when I was born," said Emily harshly as the image of her parents faded into black.

"Most people are not all good or all bad," said Guide.  "The ending of his story is not yet written, but I do not think it will come into the current tale."

"Tale?" said Emily bitterly.  "You make my life sound trivial, as if it is just part of some bad novel a fledgling writer would write when he or she is just starting out in their craft."

"A story may be just a tawdry tale and of no real account," said Guide, "or it may be world changing in scope and breadth.  Sometimes it is up to the person in the story to decide which it will be."

"I don't understand," said Emily, but there was no answer.  With a start, Emily woke up and felt Fellah's warm body pressed against her as she lay there n her small, cold basement apartment on the mattress beside what had been Mama's bed.  Her eternal darkness was back again, but she would always treasure those brief moments of sight.   Somehow, she was sure it had not been all a dream, but just what she was expected to do eluded her.

* * *
 
"How bad do you want it?" 

Rio Tanaka glared at the fat, white man in front of her and bit her lip while she thought furiously.  It was her personal experience that when it came to haggling that it was better to let your opponent start the bidding.  If you started it, then you looked desperate and even though that was what she was, Rio didn't want to show it.  "Your text message said you would name your price when we met," she finally said, her gaze shifting from the man's ugly face to the little foil package in his hand.

This whole thing was totally stupid, thought Rio as she waited for the man to speak.  She didn't really give a damn about the stupid contest for herself, but her lover and boss, Brandy Phillips who was the Warden of MaxHold prison was a huge Duke Stone fan and her birthday was next week.  Rio wanted to get Brandy something really special and the exact replica of Duke Stone's dick, one of only five in the world, was it.

"How much do you think it is worth?" asked the man and Rio didn't like the way he was leering at her.

Rio shrugged.  "I don't know if there is really a winner in that package," she countered as she continued to glare at the man.  What was his name again?  Oh right, it was the same as the store name, he was the Vinny in Vinny's Adult Warehouse.

"I assure you it does," said Vinny.  "I found out there are special markings on the winning packages, little dots above the bar code that tell you it is a winner and exactly what the prize is.  I have a friend who owes me a favour who works for that whack job Willie and he told me all about it."  That was all a total lie of course, but this Asian bitch couldn't possibly know that and it would allow him to have a good time with her, a real good time."

"You still haven't named a price," pointed out Rio.

"No I haven't," smirked Vinny.  "Follow me and I will show you."

A puzzled Rio followed the waddling man to the back of the store and the row of little booths there.  He showed her the middle room of three, pointing out the two holes in the opposite walls.  "You work the glory hole room for three hours.  The money you earn me will pay for the ticket.  I think it is a good deal for both of us.  I sure as hell don't have any use for Duke Short's pecker, though I suppose I could sell it for a few bucks.  That would be if I could actually get it, because if you read the fine print of the Whacky Willie contest, they have final approval on the finalists and they want good looking young babes and I sure as hell ain't that."

Rio looked at the glory holes appalled.  "I'm a lesbian," she said flatly.  "I don't like to suck cock or have any intention to do so."

"Your choice," said Vinny with a shrug and pulled out his cell phone.  "I have a couple of others to make the same offer to, so it really doesn't matter to me."

Rio could see the man smirking and deliberately delaying as his finger paused over the keypad of his phone.  The bastard is really enjoying this, she realized and knew the smart thing was to turn around and walk out of here as fast as she could, but she really wanted to get that dildo for Brandy.  She finally decided she could swallow her pride and do this vile thing, though it also meant she was going to have to swallow a few other things in the process. "Fine, I will do it," she grated out and Vinny's smile grew broader as he put his phone away.

"I recommend you take your clothes off for this, so they don't get all messed up," he said going out the door and closing it behind him.  He went to his office and watched on a monitor while the dumb bitch took his advice.  Damn, she had pretty big boobs for a Jap he thought, though some of it was her small size making them look bigger on her.  He got a real good image of her and sent it to the display just outside the back rooms where the patrons could see it.  That way the chumps would know what a hot babe was in the room willing to suck their cocks through a hole and if he was any judge of the perverts who patronized his store, they would be quickly lining up to get a crack at that mouth.

Rio had barely finished removing her clothes when she heard a sound and looked at the left wall relative to the door as you entered and saw a fat white cock sticking through the hole.  With a sigh, she got down on her knees using the pillow so thoughtfully provided and after steeling herself for the ordeal, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the cock.  She was a lesbian, not because she found cocks ugly or repulsive, but rather that their owners so often were.  She knew that wasn't being totally fair since working at a federal prison in a cesspool like Delta City meant you didn't often encounter the higher grade of the male gender, but there was no law impelling her to be fair and besides she loved pussy and feminine softness a whole lot more.  Well, her mother had always said to do the job in front of you, so Rio tried to put other things out of her mind and concentrate on getting this cock off as quickly as she could.  It didn't take all that long as after a bout a dozen movements of her mouth up and down the shaft, the cock suddenly stiffened and erupted with a large blob of warm jizz into her mouth.  The cock vanished back through the hole and Rio wiped her lips with the back of her hand before she heard a sound behind her.  Looking over her shoulder, she saw a second cock appear and give an impatient wiggle at her.  This was black and much longer.  Cursing Victor and her own stupidity, Rio turned around and opened her mouth to attend to the newcomer.

Vinnie  sat in his office watching everything go down, which meant he mainly watched cocks and cum go down the slut's throat.  He got some more good close-ups of her sucking cock and sent them to the display screen outside the booths to stir up more business.  For an avowed lesbian, she sucked a pretty damn good cock.  She certainly didn't have much trouble getting all ten inches of that black cock in her mouth and that was damn impressive, not to mention stimulating to watch.  Keeping an eye on the monitor, Vinnie pulled out is cock and began to stroke it as he watch the Asian whore suck cock after cock, but he was careful not to cum since he had special plans for that event.

Rio lost track of how many cocks she sucked over the next three hours.  She was sure there hadn't been that many men in the store, so where the hell were they coming from?  It was like there was some kind of advertising or maybe her satisfied customers were just phoning their buddies to come join in.  Her stomach felt packed with the semen she had swallowed and when the latest cock shot off in her mouth, Rio got up and prepared to leave and find Vinnie since her time in glory hole hell was up.  Before she could put on her clothes, the booth door opened and Vinnie strolled in, closing the door behind him and leering at her.  Rio quickly tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands, but that didn't help the sense of shame and humiliation she felt.  "What are you doing in here?" she demanded.

"Coming to get the rest of my price for the ticket," said Vinny as he dropped his pants and gave his hard cock a stroke.

"No way in hell," stormed Rio.  "That wasn't part of our deal."

‘It is now," smirked Vinny and he showed her his phone which he had loaded with still pics of her sucking cocks of various sizes and colours.  "You wouldn't want these pics to get out would you?  I bet that would really kill your lesbian street cred."

"Bastard," hissed Rio.

"Probably,"  agreed Vinny.  "Now get down on your hands and knees like a good little whore."

Rio stood there frozen for several seconds before deciding she didn't have any real option and did as she was told.  She felt Vinny's flabby hands grab her waist and fought down her disgust as she felt his belly  rub on her back as he positioned himself to take her.  Then his cock was inside her, the first one that had been in her pussy in several years, since she had decided she much preferred women.  Rio grunted as the slimy bastard pushed his dick all the way inside her and began to thrust in and out.  She heard and felt his balls slapping against her ass and felt her face burn with shame.  It was probably lucky for Rio that she didn't know her fucking was being displayed for all the customers in the store to see on the advertising screen and that Vinny planned to sell copies of the video for twenty bucks a pop to anyone who wanted it.

The only good thing about her degradation was that it didn't last very long.  Vinny had been a little too energetic in his jerking before coming into the booth and he soon blasted his load into Rio's pussy with a loud moan of pleasure.  Rio quickly got dressed and held out her hand for the condom package with what Vinny claimed was the gold ticket in it.  He handed it over and before Rio could leave the booth, he also deactivated the advertising screen so she wouldn't know what he had done.

"I hope you drop dead you fat bastard," hissed Rio and slammed the booth door on the way out.

Vinny leaned against one of the walls laughing at the stupid slut.  He just wished he could be there when she opened the package and got nothing but a watermelon flavoured condom for her three hours work.  He had no friend at whacky Willie's factory and there were no special markings on the package.  The look on her face would be priceless and … Vinnie suddenly clutched his chest as pain seared through him.  Oh fuck, it was his heart, but he had been to the doctor just last week who had checked his pacemaker and said it was in perfect working condition.  There was another stab of excruciating pain and Vinny slumped to the floor unconscious and with the display turned off outside the booths, there was no one there to see it.

What Vinnie hadn't known and Rio had only jokingly suspected was that she was a Type Zero Aphrodite.  Her sole power, however, seemed to be the ability to drain batteries within a few minutes of them coming near her.  It was a colossal pain in the ass when it came to watches and smart phones.  It also apparently worked just as well on pacemaker batteries.

Outside in her car, Rio paused to open the condom package, fearing that Vinnie had been lying to her all along and all she would find was a weird tasting condom.  She ripped the package and a gold ticket fell out into her hands.  Fuck yes! She punched the air in triumph.

* * *

Tamara watched the look of exaltation on the Japanese woman's face and smiled.  That one would make a great addition to the main event at the factory.  Pity about Vinny since in his own little way, he did a lot of bad work to corrupt and tarnish the souls around him which was ultimately good for the demons who employed her.  Still, when Vinny woke up, he was going to be a little distressed at what lay beyond the white light for him.  Tamara doubted Vinny would enjoy Diablo's company with all the demon's whips and hot pokers.

* * *
 
Danger Babe sat in the control room of She Legion HQ and tried not to panic.  It had been several days since the meeting where they had discussed what to do about the demons and these apparent Greek gods, followed by the others going off to the Delta City Fair.  For all that time, she had remained at the HQ, keeping an eye on the monitors.  No one had seemed to notice, maybe because no one really liked the boring duty and that included Danger Babe.  The thing was, she had no other place to go.  She didn't think she had another name, or at least she couldn't remember it no matter how long she stared at her face in the mirror in the washroom.  Danger Babe had thought she saw a similar panicked look in Fly Woman's eyes during the meeting, but the African-American heroine had gone to the fair with the others then hadn't returned.  Danger Babe had asked Green Spectre where Fly Woman was and had got a blank look in return.  The green clad blonde had then just walked away as if she had already forgotten about being asked about someone she didn't remember.  When Danger Babe had checked the She Legion files, she could find no references to Fly Woman at all.  It was like the heroine had been erased from the face of the earth and if that could happen to Fly Woman, why couldn't it happen to her.

* * *

Ed "The Executioner" Witkowski looked out at the audience for his special wrestling event and began to get really worried.  The place was packed, so that wasn't the problem.  What he was afraid of was that someone was going to get killed here tonight and the authorities might be quite happy to lay the blame on him.  It had seemed like a good idea at the time as so many truly bad ideas are.  He had got his hands on one of the highly sought after gold tickets for that idiotic contest and tour, so putting it up as the prize for the winner of a Royal Rumble style match seemed like a good way to promote his business and make some money.

Ed had expected to have a match using his regular female wrestlers, the ones who worked the "late shows" on the weekends where the loser was the first one to lose all her clothes.  Those matches always made him a lot more money than his conventional wrestling shows which featured a bunch of Stone Cold wannabees.  Anyway then along came that big boobed blonde named Tamara who had promised to get him some "celebrity" wrestlers for the match.  Well, she had done that alright.  The crowd was getting restless, so Ed picked up the microphone to announce the combatants and gave a nod to Deloris, the large boobed, brown haired woman in the skimpy referee outfit to be ready.  Delores returned the nod unhappily.  She worked as a stripper for her day job, so she wasn't normally worried about the kinds of things that happened in this ring in these kind of matches, but she too sensed that things could easily go badly amiss.

"Our first contestant," announced Ed, "is that masked Latino with the huge rack, give it up for Wolf Woman!"

A confident looking Wolf Woman raced up the aisle and leapt into the ring, using the top rope to catapult her up and over to land on her feet and raise her arms above her head to egg on the cheering audience.  There was no doubt she was popular with the crowd, reflected Ed, though that might have something to do with the boob that had popped out of her brown bikini top when she did her fancy entry.  Eventually the heroine noticed her exposure and almost casually tucked her breast back under cover.

"Next up is a lion for our wolf, please welcome Tawnee Lion to the ring," yelled Ed into his mic.

A buxom blonde rand down to join Wolf Woman in the ring, the latter moving to a far corner away from the newcomer.  Wolf Woman frowned slightly, but didn't feel terribly worried.  She knew Tawnee was a henchwoman for Kitty Kat, but most of her danger lay in treachery and seduction and she was no match for her in a fight.  Wolf Woman's reasons for agreeing to this event had largely been two fold.  First, she was totally consumed with a love of wrestling, but rarely found opponents she could go all out against. Which also helped explain the attraction of being a superheroine for her.  The second reason was the lure of the Duke Stone dildo which would have a treasured spot in her toy drawer.

"Our third and fourth contestants are the Mayhem twins, Malice and Mischief!" announced Ed and a pair of dark haired twins sprinted down the aisle and into the ring.  They were identical with dark tanned skin and long black hair, though Malice wore a red outfit and Mischief wore blue.  Wolf Woman eyed the pair carefully as she knew these two were far more dangerous than Tawnee as they had a reputation for hiring out as muscle for serious players.

"Our next contestant is Big Bertha, the leader of the notorious Hellcats gang!" called out Ed and a large blonde with a muscular build stepped into the ring looking smug.  Wolf Woman hadn't run into Bertha and the Hellcats before, but she had heard of them and the gang was notorious for their violent rapes of white women which seemed odd considering Bertha's fair skin, but the gang leader claimed she was biracial.  Besides having Bertha to worry about, Wolf Woman wondered exactly where the rest of the Hellcats were.

"Coming to the ring next is that mistress of pain, Thorny Rose," cried Ed.  A pink haired woman in a tight fitting bustier slipped between the ropes and glared at Delores who held out her hand which was only slightly trembling to ask for the neural whip the dominatrix carried.  She handed it over with ill grace and Wolf Woman let out a silent sigh of relief that weapons were not allowed as she had felt that whip before and hadn't much cared for the sensation.  Still, Thorny Rose was a dangerous fighter, with or without her whip.

"The next participant in this winner take all event is one of our regular favourites Shadow Ninja," announced Ed and a small Japanese woman, dressed all in Ninja black including a face mask that only showed her eyes slipped daintily into the ring.  Hina Suzuki's day job was working as a ninja, or some might say henchperson for whatever super villain was hiring that week, but sometimes she needed to supplement her income to pay the bills and took on gigs for Ed.  To Wolf Woman, she was an unknown, but her previous experience with ninjas in Delta City outside of Azure Angel made her wary of the newcomer and suddenly the Latino heroine was starting to get concerned about the opponents she had to face, most of them, if not all being not exactly fond of heroines like herself.

"Next up is the Pirate Queen!" called Ed and a busty woman with dirty blonde hair and wearing what a Halloween costume store would probably call a "sexy pirate" costume sauntered down the aisle and into the growing crowd of contestants.  Wolf Woman went through her mental files of villains and came across the image of one of Ghost Pirate's crew named Lola.  She was better known for being sneaky and a dirty fighter if she was forced into it.

"Our final contestant, is one many men fear because she has a bigger dick than they do," intoned Ed, "here is the one and only Panthress!"  The black cat suited futa sprang into the ring in a standing leap from the floor, easily clearing the top rope.  Oh great, that psycho bitch which even most of the insane villains of Delta City consider to be a nut case, thought Wolf Woman

"Ok, um, everyone listen up," said a definitely nervous Delores as she took the mic from Ed who quickly and gratefully exited the ring to what he hoped was a safe distance outside the combat area.  "Here are the rules for this match.  No weapons allowed of any type.  A wrestler is eliminated if she is rendered unconscious , taps out in a submission hold, is pinned for three seconds in the traditional manner or forced to climax."

This last criteria caught Wolf Woman by surprise and she glowered at Ed for not telling her about it.  On the other hand, it might have been mentioned, she admitted in the privacy of her mind, in the fine print of the waiver she hadn't bothered to read carefully before signing it.

"Um, everyone please shake hands," continued Delores and then realized that was a rather stupid thing to say in this situation.  "You can start when the bell rings" and the woman hurriedly backed out of the line of fire.  Wolf Woman was suddenly all too aware that the other eight women were together in a cluster all facing her and she gulped.

"This is how it is going to go Chica," snickered Panthress.  "We are going to first beat the ever loving snot out of you and then you are going to service us all with your mouth and cunt.  After that is done, we are going to leave your lifeless body in the middle of the ring in an ocean of your blood.  How does that sound?"

"It sounds like you are a bunch of cowards," growled Wolf Woman who wasn't going to give the bitch the satisfaction of seeing how scared she was that the vision laid out by the futa was all too likely to come true.  She felt she was easily a match for any one or two of her opponents even in an unfair fight, but she didn't like her chances against the entire gang.  Doing the math, Wolf Woman ended up at nine participants which was an odd number and  winced at the unintentional pun for a match like this.

"Hey I hope you bitches missed me and weren't planning on starting without me," said a new voice.  "I got delayed by a fucking train crossing town if you can believe that." 

Wolf Woman turned to see a new figure entering the ring and she bit back an audible groan when she recognized the tall, athletic woman with light brown hair in the shiny silver bikini.   "Superia, or should I say Naomi Grant, I thought you were still in jail."

[Author's Note:  Naomi Grant / Superia is the creation of Sigma.  See his stories for her previous encounter with Wolf Woman and her ongoing adventures]

"Nah, I got time off for good behaviour," snickered Superia, "and you don't know how much it pained me to pretend to be a docile little sheep."

Whatever else, Wolf Woman might have said in return was drowned out by Ed banging the gong to start the match.

"So, what's the plan?" Superia asked Panthress as she stretched and cracked her knuckles.

"Just stay the fuck out of our way," snarled Panthress.  "We are going to kill the bitch after we have some fun with her.  If you are lucky, I'll let you have a turn with her."

Superia narrowed her eyes at the dark skinned futa and was about to make an angry retort, but Panthress and the others moved as a group towards where Wolf Woman stood waiting in a fighting stance.  Only the black clad ninja held back and grabbed at Superia's arm to restrain her.  "They really mean it," Hina hissed at Superia.  "They think they can kill her and get away with it."

Superia shook off the ninja's grip on her arm and scowled down at the much smaller woman.  "So why are you being squeamish?  You look like one of those hired ninjas from VEST.  Why should you care what happens to one of those stuck-up heroines?"

[VEST = Villain Employment Services and Training, providing quality henchmen to Delta City villains for over 25 years!]

"I'm not a murderer," whispered Hina desperately.  "I know I work for super villains who aren't always the nicest people, but its just a job.  I've got a big college debt to pay off and I want to get the money for a down payment on a house in the suburbs.  I'm pretty good at the martial arts stuff, so it was a natural for me, but I don't want to kill anyone."

Superia didn't say anything to that and looked over to where the match had started without them.  Wolf Woman had not waited for them to surround her and had decided Panthress was the biggest threat and had gone for her right off the start, landing a flying kick to the villainess's jaw that sent her flying backwards.  If she had been facing normal humans, the heroine might have had time to recover from that maneuver and meet the rush of the others, but most if not all of her other opponents were either Aphrodites like herself or otherwise powered up.  The Mayhem twins were the fastest and most deadly of the remaining opponents and they both tackled Wolf Woman at the same time, one high and one low, taking her to the canvas.  Wolf Woman struggled to throw them off, but a kick in the side of the head from Big Bertha stunned her and then Thorny Rose punched her in the face.

"Time for you to get naked bitch," snarled Lola as she ripped Wolf Woman's top off and let her large round breasts spill into view, much to the delight of the cheering crowd.  That cheering only intensified when Tawnee ripped off Wolf Woman's bottoms to give everyone a good look at her shaved pussy.

Wolf Woman was still trying to get the world to stop spinning when something smacked her in the face and as her eyes finally managed to focus on it, the heroine saw it was Panthress's hard cock as the villainess had all too quickly recovered from her kick.  Wolf Woman knew what the futa wanted and tried to clamp her mouth shut, but Thorny Rose gave one of her nipples a hard twist and Wolf Woman's mouth gasped open in pain.  Quick as a wink, Panthress jammed her thick black shecock down the Latino heroine's throat and began to face fuck her.

While Panthress hammered away at Wolf Woman's mouth, Lola dived between the heroine's legs while the Mayhem twins held them apart and began to apply her tongue to Wolf Woman's pussy.  "The slut is already wet," she laughed looking up with her face shiny from the heroine's juices after only a few licks.

"I'm going to make her even wetter," giggled Thorny Rose as she produced a knife from somewhere on her skimpy costume.  To her credit, a frightened Deloris stepped forward when she saw this to try and take the knife, but was shoved back by Big Bertha who also produced a knife from her boot.  Watching from outside the ring, Ed went pale as his worst fears appeared to be coming true.  He had been too far away to hear Panthress's whispered threat to Wolf Woman, but there was no way he could miss the significance of those knives.

Superia didn't like what she was seeing either.  She had no great love for the Latino bitch who had helped send her to jail and she had no problems with helping to humiliate the slut, but like Hina she drew the line at murder.  She also had some memories of better times and friends long gone that nagged at her as she watched the other seven women assaulting the heroine and she tried to shove them into the dim recesses of her memory where they belonged.  "I must be getting soft," she muttered and started towards the fight.

"What are you doing?" hissed Hina, once more clutching at Superia's arm.

"Being a damn fool," snapped Superia who again shook off the ninja's hand and plunged into the fight.  Reaching out a hand to the head of each of the Mayhem twins she slammed them together and they fell off Wolf Woman stunned.  Tawnee was still gaping at her when Superia slapped her hard across the face and sent her reeling into the ropes.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" snarled Panthress who paused in her skull fucking of Wolf Woman to glare at the interruption.

"Hey bitch, this is a Royal Rumble and its everyone for themselves," replied Superia.  "No reason 	I shouldn't win and get that ticket to the free swag."

"Yeah well then I will give you this free gift," yelled Big Bertha and lunged at Superia with her knife.  Superia quickly stepped back, dodging the slash and grabbed the biker's wrist and twisted it until the other woman screamed in pain and dropped the knife.  With her attention on Bertha, however, Superia didn't see Thorny Rose sneaking up behind her with her own knife raised and poised to strike her in the back.  Suddenly the pink haired dominatrix gave a cry and collapsed unconscious onto the canvas and her knife went flying out of the ring.  Superia wheeled around and saw the ninja standing over Thorny Rose having just kicked her in the back of the head.

"Thanks," growled Superia who then turned back to the battle where two things had happened almost simultaneously.  Freed from the Mayhem twins' grip, Wolf Woman had kicked Lola hard in the face, sending her flying and Panthress who had been close to climaxing had done so and begun to pump a massive load of her cock cream into Wolf Woman's stomach.  With the heroine's movement, however, the futa cock now pulled out of her mouth and thick, warm cum splattered over Wolf Woman's face.  Despite that, Wolf Woman somehow managed to swing her now freed legs up over her head, wrap them around Panthress's torso and fling the villainess across the ring.

"Why are you helping me?" gasped Wolf Woman looking at Superia spitting out cum as she staggered to her feet. 

"I wasn't helping you," growled Superia.  "It was just a tactical move on my part.  Let's finish off these bitches and then I will whip your ass like I did before"

"Yeah, whatever," retorted Wolf Woman as she grabbed Malice Mayhem by one arm as the woman made it to her feet, slung her into the ropes and with perfect timing crashed her into her sister mischief knocking both of the twins out.

Panthress had gotten up after being flung across the ring and staggered back towards the fight a bit unsteady on her feet only to take a pair of hard punches from Superia, one to the stomach that doubled her over and then one to the chin which finished her.

Hina found herself mentally sneering at the attempted moves of the pirate woman and the blonde and dispatched them with a pair of karate chops.  That only left the biker and when Hina looked for her, she was just in time to see her go down from simultaneous fists from Superia and Wolf Woman to opposite sides of her head.

"Looks like just the three of us left now," grinned Superia as she surveyed the unconscious bodies strewn around the ring.

I'm not crazy enough to fight either of you, so make it two," said Hina with a bow and then she slipped out of the ring and was gone.

"Just like old times," said Wolf Woman adopting a fighting crouch as she looked at Superia.

"Nah," said Superia and saw the surprised look on Wolf Woman's face.  "Duke Stone is a twerp and I have no use for him or his dick.  You win all that loot and I get half of it.  Whacky Willie may be a jerk, but he makes good stuff.  Bring me back some of his best vibrators and we are even."

"That's all you want for all this?" asked an incredulous Wolf Woman.

Yeah, I mainly just wanted a good workout," replied Superia.  "Well one more thing while you are naked."  She pulled the heroine to her with one arm , kissed her hard on the lips and grabbed her well padded ass with her free hand.  Wolf Woman resisted the kiss for a moment and then gave in to it as the crowd cheered again.  Finally, Superia broke the kiss and turned away before stopping and looking back at the heroine.  "When you bring me my share of the loot, we can continue that if you like."  She gave the flustered heroine a wink, vaulted over the ropes and was gone.

Ed just held up the gold ticket when Wolf Woman approached him.  No one had died, he thought with relief as he watched Wolf Woman's bare ass as she walked away and that made it a good day.

* * *

Tamara reviewed the video she had got from the wrestling match and decided it would be fine.  There wasn't as much sex as she had expected, but her focus groups had liked the violence.  Wolf Woman had got the gold ticket as she had expected and that meant Diablo's diversity decree was working out which should keep him off her back if not out of her pussy when she made her next report to him.

* * *

"I have heard rumours about the Wongs who are synonymous with Red Dragon Clan," said a nervous and slightly flustered Felicia McSweeney as she stood on the sidewalk outside the restaurant with Red Sonja. The reason for the nervousness was due to the two people Sonja had brought with her who the swordswoman had casually introduced as Athena and Hercules.  It wasn't every day that a girl got to meet a pair of gods!  Moreover, she was pretty damn sure from past experience that Hercules was undressing her in his mind which was ok in some respects since she couldn't help herself from doing the same to him.  "Some of the reports say they are the biggest criminal outfit to come from China and make the Triads look like Girl Scouts.  Cindy Kelly who was a bit of a mentor of mine before she left the force told me that was hogwash and propaganda.  She said she knew someone who was adopted into Red Dragon Clan and that person wouldn't associate with criminals.  Also, the last time demons threatened Delta City, Red Dragon Clan played a part in fighting them."

"I have heard of red Dragon Clan," said Athena thoughtfully.  "They operated in the far East over two thousand years ago before we were imprisoned.  Their fighting prowess was reckoned on a par with the Spartans."

"Well then, let's go in and see what we can find out," said Sonja.  Ms. Americana had gone back to She Legion HQ after their meeting with the Olympians in order to update the rest of the She Legion and find out about the other mission to Piper House.  Sonja had contacted Felicia to try and learn more about the people who had sent such a strange message with the pizza.

Inside the restaurant, all the tables except one were full.  When they got to that one free table, they found a sign on it that read "Reserved for Mount Olympus".  Sitting down, they saw the girl who had delivered the pizza working the till and behind her in the kitchen, they could see an old man making the pizzas.  The girl noticed them, smiled and called something in Chinese into the kitchen.  A moment later, the kitchen door swung open and a woman as old as the man came out and approached their table.  "Greetings ancient ones," she said with a bow.  "I am Mrs. Wong, how may I help you?  I cannot believe you are hungry already."

"Actually, I could easily go for another of those extra larges with Canadian bacon," said Hercules, "though I know not what a Canadian is."  The large god gave a grunt and winced as if someone had kicked him under the table and then waived off the order, "it seems you are right that I am still full," he added giving Athena a dirty look.

"We have come about the intriguing message we found with the pizza you sent us," said Athena ignoring the look from Hercules.  "We have need to visit Hades, which is not something that is very common.  Powerful forces are currently blocking the normal paths, but your message seemed to suggest an alternative route."

"That is so," agreed Mrs. Wong solemnly.  "There exists a special dimension which has access points to all other dimensions including Hades.  Mrs. Wong then proceeded to outline what this dimension was and how to reach it.

"Let me see if I got this straight," said Athena slowly as if unable to believe what she had heard.  "You can enter another dimension by having a virgin bring you to an orgasm using an artificial penis in a shower and then from that dimension you can jump to any other dimension.     Did Aphrodite have anything to do with designing this method?"

[Author's Note:  This is the third time I have used this device, so maybe it is time to retire it, but I find it is full of fun possibilities.  In Delta City PI, Nancy used the marshmallow dimension to travel to China and in the Perverter stories, the Got Gals used it to obtain help from Zarcon the lizard lord.]

And "what's a marshmallow?" asked Sonja. 

"I do not believe fair Aphrodite had anything to do with it," replied Mrs. Wong solemnly.  Almost as if anticipating Sonja's   question, Mrs. Wong produced a small white fluffy cube from a pocket and offered it to Sonja who sniffed it. 

This is supposed to denote evil in this weird dimension?  I have smelled a lot worse things," snorted Sonja.

"Er the more important question," said Felicia is "Where can we find a virgin for this crazy stunt?"

"Don't look at me," snorted Sonja

"Ah, I believe this is more of your strong suit Athena," said Hercules with a chuckle that earned him another dirty look from his fellow god.

"Really?" asked Sonja.  "You mean you have never?" her voice trailed off.

"No, I have never slept with a man," replied Athena calmly and since she was a goddess and as such immune to embarrassment did not blush in the least.  "It is not so unusual among us Olympians as Artemis, Hestia and Hecate are also virgins."

"That sure beats the law of averages in Delta City," muttered Felicia.  "I can't imagine having four virgins over 18 let alone over 2000 in the same room in this city without some sex crazed villain, alien monster or demon attacking and changing their status."

"Do not fret beautiful mortal," said Hercules, "Aphrodite makes more than up for them via her excessive sexual proclivities."

"As do you," noted Athena.

"I am a man and a son of Zeus, it is expected of me," protested Hercules with a huge grin.

"I do not presume to offer advise to great personages such as yourselves," said Mrs. Wong with a bow to Athena and Hercules, "but the act I described does not actually change the status of the person helping to perform it.'"

"There is that much to say for it," replied Athena dryly.  "The question is whom do we send on this mission if we adopt this bizarre mode of transport?  It needs be a great warrior," and she gave Hercules a mischievous look.

The demi god looked at Athena blankly for a moment and then the implications of what she had suggested suddenly hit home.  "Er, as honoured as I would be, I doubt the practicality of such an action."

"Score one for Athena," Sonja laughed and then she sobered.  "Well, I have been to Hades before and other worse places, so I am willing to undertake this journey.  I imagine it is one of the reasons why my own goddess wanted me here."

"Actually it would be possible to send Hercules along with Red Sonja on this mission without the aspect to which he objects," said Mrs. Wong

"How so?" asked Sonja with an arch of an eyebrow.  When Mrs. Wong told them, it was Sonja's turn to look a bit reluctant, but finally she sighed.  "Oh fuck it, my goddess did relieve me of my oath for this mission, so I guess this is your lucky day," she told Hercules who was back to grinning widely.

* * *

Lady Midnight frowned at the frozen image of Whacky Willie on her computer screen, then reduced the size of the picture and slid it to the left side.  Next, she called up a second picture and positioned it on the right side of the screen so she could see both at the same time.  The second image was a mug shot of 520316998 otherwise known as Willie Hamilton, notorious Texan con man.  Actually, it was open to debate if Hamilton was from Texas, as it might just have been the latest place he had plied his trade.  His Texas accent was after all so bad that he might well be from Boston or the Bronx for all anyone knew.  Well, he was in Delta City now and Lady Midnight had no doubt that he was up to something.  She wondered if it could somehow be tied into the whole demon mess, but she just couldn't see how, though she wasn't going to totally rule it out.  She needed to get into that factory and nose around and the simplest way to do that was to get  invited in and that meant finding one of those gold tickets.  Well, if you needed something rare and hard to find in Delta City, then there was only one really good source.

A few hours later, in her alter ego of Assistant DA Angela Greer, the African-American heroine slipped into a seat in the back row of a downtown movie theatre.  Shortly after the lights went out and the movie started, some kiddie movie about a chocolate factory, Reggie sat down beside her.  Reggie's skin was several shades darker than her own, but his accent was pure Jamaican.   "Hello love, I got your message and did some asking around."

"What did you find out?" asked Angela.

"Those gold tickets are hard to come by and seemingly can't be bought for love or money, but …," his voice trailed off.

"You got one?" asked Angela excitedly.

Reggie gave his head a quick shake.  "No, but I know where you could get one."

"How much will it cost me?" asked Angela.

"For the information I have on where to find it, only $200," replied Reggie, "since I can provide only the information and not the actual object you desire.  I don't know how much you will have to pay for the actual ticket or if they will even sell it to you."

"I'll find a way to persuade them," replied Angela and opened her purse to take out the money she had brought with her.

"Do you want my usual discount?" asked Reggie Hopefully.

"Half price?" suggested Angela and when Reggie nodded, she gave him five twenties and with her eyes still on the movie screen, she reached over, undid his belt and button, pulled down his zipper and pulled his stiffening cock from his pants.  There was already precum leaking from the tip, so it was slick in her hand as she stroked it a few times to help get it harder.  Then with a quick sideways, twisting motion Angela lowered her mouth onto the throbbing cock and began to suck and lick on it.

Reggie closed his eyes and leaned back with his fingers entwined in the curls of the woman's hair and moaned softly trying to make no noise that would attract attention.  He started to move his hips and soon the pair had established a nice rhythm allowing him to shove his cock deeper into her mouth.  "You know, you really have a talent there love," he said softly.  "I've told you before I could hook you up with some people who would pay big bucks for your services."

"I do believe that is called prostitution," mumbled Angela  as she kept moving her mouth up and down the hard black shaft.

"Such a harsh word and only if you get caught," whispered Reggie back, "but then I suppose you don't really need the money. It is just a shame to see such talent wasted."

"I use my talent to serve justice," came the muffled reply as Angela took the full length of Reggie's cock into her mouth and held it there while her tongue bathed it with saliva.

"Well love, I am about to serve you something," laughed Reggie softly and he began to unload his balls into the warm mouth of his customer.  He heard her swallow and from past experience knew she wouldn't miss a drop and would leave his cock all nice and clean which she did.  After she had zipped him back up, Reggie slipped a piece of paper into Angela's hand and left.  He had other customers to see, though none as good as this one and he didn't much like the movie.

* * *

Just how many dingy, abandoned warehouses were there in Delta City wondered Lady Midnight as she perched on top of some crates in just such a building for what seemed like the hundreds time in her crime fighting career.  Maybe they bred like the vermin that infested them when no one was looking and by vermin, she didn't just mean the kind that squeaked or scuttled around, but the two legged variety.  The information Reggie had given her was about a gang of thugs who had hijacked a semi headed for a Wade-Mart warehouse and that truck had contained several boxes of Whacky Willie condoms including a gold ticket.  The thugs had been reaching out quietly to see how much they could sell the ticket for and now Lady Midnight intended to confiscate that ticket for her own investigation.

The light wasn't very good in the warehouse which was hardly a surprise, but there seemed to be just four of the thugs.  From what Lady Midnight could tell, they were inventorying the contents of the truck to try and sell it. They were also wearing masks of some sort which was odd in the safety of their own hideout, but then again you never knew anymore where someone had put a security camera.  Four wouldn't be easy, but it would give her a good workout and with a predatory smile, Lady Midnight leapt down 	from the crates to land with a clicking of her high heeled boots on the concrete floor not far from where the four men were working.

"Hi boys, mind if I drop in?" she asked lightly and then not waiting for a reply ran forward and kicked one of the men in the stomach and sent him flying.  The heroine heard a sound behind her and spun sharply on one heel and launched a kick at the man sneaking up behind her.  "Oh, no you don't ugly," she said and then gasped in surprise when he was quick enough to catch her foot and leave her hopping around awkwardly on one leg.  That was when she got her first clear look at their masks and she cursed.  It was an old fashioned hockey goalie mask, the kind Jason wore in the Friday the 13th movies and no longer worn in hockey today.  It had a heart between the eyes and looking over at the first man she had kicked, she saw a spade on a similar mask.  The other two closing in on her had a club and a diamond on their masks.  These were the Thunderbirds and at least three of them were some kind of super powered.  Heart, the large black goon holding her foot was the biggest and strongest of them.  "Er, I hope I wasn't out of line with that ugly comment," said Lady Midnight weakly.

"Sticks and stones can break bones and so can my hands," growled Heart.

"Well then, chew on this moron," cried Lady Midnight who had seen the Karate Kid a dozen times and had practiced this move many times just in case.  She leapt up with her one foot and used the man's grip on her foot for a pivot and smashed her other foot square into his face mask.  Heart gave a yelp of pain, the mask had absorbed most of the force, but still like a slap shot to the face, it had still hurt.  He dropped Lady Midnight's foot and she was free for about one second before Diamond and Club crashed into her and took her down onto the floor.  These two weren't as big and strong as Heart, but they were still well above normal and Lady Midnight, kicked, punched and scratched as she tried to keep them from pinning her down.  She might have made it too if Heart hadn't suddenly returned to the fight and drove a hard right hand into her stomach, knocking all the wind out of her.  Before she could recover, Diamon and Club had hold of an arm each and no matter how hard she struggled, the heroine couldn't shake them off her.
"Well, this is a nice bonus," smirked Spade as he moved to stand in front of the struggling Lady Midnight.  "It's been a while since we entertained one of you super whores.  I can still remember how wonderful Ms. Americana's pussy felt wrapped around my cock."

"You try anything and you will feel how wonderful my foot feels smashed into your nuts," growled Lady Midnight as she eyed the smallest member of the group, dressed in a neat black suit that seemed so at odds with his hockey mask.

"You talk too much bitch," said Heart who had moved to stand beside Spade who had been smart enough to stay out of range of the heroine's long, powerful legs.  The large man stepped forward quickly and smashed a fist again into Lady Midnight's gut and as she bent over in agony, he grabbed her purple one piece costume and ripped it from her body as if it were tissue paper.

"Mmmm, now there is my favourite sight, big bouncing boobs," laughed Spade who clapped Heart on the back.  He gestured then to Club and Diamon who dragged the wheezing Lady Midnight over to a crate and pushed her face down and bent over it.  "I think you deserve the honours," said the team's leader to Heart and the big man grinned and pulled out his massive black dick and rubbed it over Lady Midnight's soft, round ass.

"Oh fuck no," moaned the heroine as she tried to renew her struggle, but held as she was there was little she could do to stop the inevitable and a few seconds later she felt Heart's big fuck tool pushing inside her pussy.  "Gonna make you pay for this," she managed to groan out as Heart's cock drove in deeper and deeper until it was all the way inside her love chute and his huge balls rubbed against her.

"Still mouthing off," growled Spade, "while I have a solution for that and no biting or things will get even nastier for you.  You understand me bitch?"  Lady Midnight gave a reluctant nod and slowly opened her mouth when Spade's cock appeared inches from her face.  "That's a good slut," he said patting her on the top of the head as he pushed his cock down her throat.  "Make sure you use that tongue of yours now if you know what is good for you."  Lady Midnight gave a second reluctant nod and began to work Spade's cock over with her lips and tongue as ordered while he slid it back and forth fucking her mouth.

"I can't believe how tight her cunt is," moaned Heart as he drove his cock in and out of the humiliated heroine. "I mean with all the times she and the other super bitches get nailed, you would think she would be as loose as some dame who popped a dozen kids out of there."

"It's the Aphrodite gene thing I reckon," replied Spade.  "It's also why once you get their motor running like this, they become such total sluts."

Lady Midnight dimly heard their words, but at the moment was past caring or reacting.  Despite what she tried to tell her body, it was really enjoying being stuffed full of cock and having another throbbing dick to suck on like a soother for a baby.  She didn't even notice when she started thrusting her hips back into Heart's pounding or when Diamond and Club released her arms and just stood back in amazement watching her take the double pounding and enjoying it.  After Heart emptied his balls into her pussy and Spade filled her mouth with his cum, the other two members of the Thunderbirds took their turn.  Lady Midnight was flipped over and Club got between her legs while Diamon squatted over her face and impaled her throat with one hard thrust.

"Damn these babies feel real nice," laughed Club as he reached up and grabbed one of Lady Midnight's large tits in each hand and squeezed them as he continued to fuck her.

"Maybe I will try fucking her tits next then" said diamond as he bounced his balls off the heroine's nose as he kept drilling his cock down her throat, making Lady Midnight gag and choke on it which only made it sweeter for him.

Lady Midnight tried her best to resist and get her body back under control as the two goons took her, but she felt an orgasm building inside her that could not be denied.  Her cheeks burned with shame when she came and squirted her juices all over Club's cock and of course it was too obvious for him to miss it and not to comment on it.

"Hot damn, this bitch just squirted on my cock," moaned Club.  "I guess that shows she really likes what is happening to her."

"Well I know I like what her mouth is doing to my cock," laughed Diamond as he suddenly stiffened and began to shoot his spunk straight down the heroine's throat into her stomach.  The sight of his buddy's cum bubbling back out of Lady Midnight's mouth was too much for Club and then he too began to pump his load into her.

Lady Midnight lay back on the rough crate, cum dribbling from her pussy and mouth while the four thugs rested and discussed their next assault on her body. She tried to push herself up, but found she was too weak and then her questing fingers discovered her utility belt half trapped under her body that they hadn't bothered to remove from her.  She could only see one option that might work against four attackers, so she quickly palmed an object from the belt and then looked up and smiled at the Thunderbirds.  "Hey boys, no need for waiting.  I can take all those delicious cocks at the same time."

"See what I mean about those super sluts?" asked Spade.  "Their minds get so frazzled, they can't think straight and all they want is more and more cock."

"I'm not complaining about it," laughed Heart as he gave his still hard cock a stroke and lifted the heroine up so he could lay down under her.

Damn, it would have to be the biggest one in my ass, moaned Lady Midnight in her mind as she felt the thick tool push into her rear entrance.  Spade then got on top of her, claiming her pussy which after two loads was certainly well warmed up and his cock slipped home easily.  With a bit of awkward maneuvering, Club managed to get his cock into her mouth and Diamon had as he had wanted his dick between her large, brown jugs.  They all started in on her and it took all of Lady Midnight's willpower to remember her plan and not get distracted by the sensations coursing through her body.  Holding her breath, she crushed the gas capsule in her hand and before any of the four men fucking her realized what was going on, she gave them all a good whiff.  They fell off her, gsping and choking for air and with a surge of adrenaline , Lady Midnight started delivering kicks and punches to the staggering men.  Spade went down first being the smallest and most affected by the gas, followed by Diamond and Club.  When only Heart was left, Lady Midnight hauled off and kicked upwards with all her strength, delivering the blow square on his nuts.  Heart's eyes rolled back in his head and he toppled over like a redwood going down under a lumberjack's axe.  After securing their wrists and ankles with cuffs, doubling them up for Heart, Lady Midnight searched their discarded clothes and found the gold ticket she had come for in Spade's pockets.  After that, she made a quick anonymous call to the police and carrying the tatters of her costume, she exited the warehouse naked and scurried for her car a few blocks away where she had learned to always keep a spare costume or two.

* * *
 
Fly Woman looked around at the dirty alley that the mirror and her doppelganger had brought her to.  "You know, I expected something else, maybe something more I don't know cosmic than fast food wrappers and used condoms."

"Sometimes you get what you need and not what you want," said her duplicate.

"See my previous comment," said Fly Woman dryly.  "Just why am I here anyway and where is here exactly?"

"Welcome to New York," said her double as she moved to stand directly in front of Fly Woman, tit to tit.

Fly Woman looked around the alley.  "Somehow, I pictured it as being bigger."  Then she paused as she noticed she was no longer in the civilian jeans and top she started the trip to the fair in, but was wearing her mainly black and silver costume if you considered a mostly sheer black bikini to be a costume.  "This is the stupidest damn costume I ever saw," she said, "and I seem to have designed it.  Where the hell were my brains and more importantly my fashion sense?"

"That is a bit of a puzzler," said her double who was wearing the original blue and white costume of Lady Midnight.  The former self was now so close that Fly Woman could smell her breath and decided it was rather pleasant which was somehow worrying and a relief at the same time.

"I don't even know why I called myself Fly Woman," complained the woman in the black and silver costume.  "At least I don't have wings to go with this stupid helmet," and she touched the headgear with the bug like eyes on the side.

"Press the left hand button on your belt," suggested her double.

Fly Woman shrugged and did as she was told and found small LCD screens had lit up on each side of her head that now gave her a 360 degree view.  "Ok, kind of neat, but it's not much of a superpower  and really is more of a gimmick."

"Try the right hand button," said her double.

"Now I am starting to feel like a James Bond car," grumbled Fly Woman as  she pressed the button and suddenly found herself starting to float upwards.  "Hey I can fly, or hover might be more accurate though I am not sure Hover Woman is exactly grade A material.   Um, how do I get down?" she called down to her double as she was now some twenty feet in the air.

"Try pressing the right hand button again," suggested her double.  Fly Woman did that and slowly she reversed direction and floated back down to her starting point.

"I don't suppose I could trade that in for something a bit more useful like the ability to throw lightning or super speed?" she asked.  "No wait, you are going to say something Zen like sometimes you get the powers you need, not the powers you want."

"Actually, I was going to say that I have no idea about the extent of your powers and that it will be up to you to find that out," countered her double.

"Great, just what I needed, mystic mumbo jumbo," sighed Fly Woman.  "What about my question as to why the hell I am in New York when it is Delta City that could be facing a demon invasion?"

"You need to find a young woman named Karla Richards and get her back to Delta City," said her double.

"Just how am I supposed to do that?" snapped Fly Woman.  "There are what, some ten million people in New York?"

"You will find a way," replied her double who then leaned forward and kissed fly Woman on the lips.  The kiss didn't last long, but it was intense and then as Fly Woman watched, her double's body which had seemed so wonderfully solid a mere moment ago seemed to merge with her own and now she was all alone in the dirty alley.

* * *

Esha lowered herself silently on the line she had carefully attached to the chimney on the roof until she was level with the third floor window.  She reached into her belt pouch and pulled out a small tool with which she inscribed a circle about 18 inches in diameter to which she attached a suction cup that she had also retrieved from her pouch.  A gentle push displaced the glass and carefully she wiggled through the opening, making a mental note to make the hole slightly bigger next time as she had to suck in her breath and hold it to get her boobs through the opening.  Esha replaced the circle of glass in the opening and traced around the circumference with a little bottle of liquid that magically sealed the opening and left no trace of her entry.  If her information was right, the gold ticket she wanted should be in the safe here in this room.  A few seconds work with her talented fingers and she would be gone with no one the wiser until the morning when the ticket would be missed.

The black, bikini clad thief crossed the room in three long, graceful strides and took down the painting that hid the safe.  Didn't anyone watch television or movies, she wondered.  Everyone knew the safe was always behind a picture, so you would think they would come up with something a little more original.  Oh well, it was easier for her.  Esha flicked on a small penlight and regarded the safe which appeared to be an Acme XZ74, the most uncrackable safe known to man.  She estimated it would take her about ten seconds to get it open.

"Would you like a little more light dear?" said a pleasant female voice.

Esha spun around to look for the source of the voice and was blinded for a moment when the room lights came on.  What she saw when her vision returned to normal was a woman who looked to be around 50, sitting in a wheelchair and holding a gun in one hand and a cell phone in the other.  The gun was aimed at the spot between Esha's large boobs.  "I am a crack shot in case you are thinking of doing anything rash," said the woman, "but you are welcome to take your chances if you like."

"Maybe later," replied Esha as calmly as she could and folded her arms over her ample bosom. 

"Oh my, I thought, Esha, the so called greatest thief in the world would be a little more adventuresome," said the woman.

"It's not ‘so called',"" snapped Esha.  "I am the greatest thief in the world, but I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage.  You know my name, but I don't know yours."

"I sincerely doubt that dear," said the woman.  "I am sure you know exactly whose house you broke into, but for the sake of the charade, let me introduce myself.  My name is Mrs. Harriet Moore.  My husband, the late Donald Moor is deceased, killed in the same avalanche that cost me the ability to walk"

"I am sorry for your losses," returned Esha.

"My, that almost sounded sincere," snorted Mrs. Moore.  "The late Mr. Moore was an FBI agent and I still retain many good friends in that organization.  They had given me to understand that you had gone straight and were now working the other side of the law.  They appear to have been incorrect."

"I was just doing a little free lancing on my day off to keep my hand in," replied Esha with a shrug that made her large melons wobble in her black bikini top.

"Amazing, your nose didn't even grow when you said that whopper," laughed Harriet.  "When I let news leak out about my finding one of those gold tickets, I gave 2:1 odds that you would be the one who tried to steal it, didn't I Jackson?"

"Indeed you did ma'am," said a tall man in a butler's uniform who came into the room.  He was also holding a gun which he trained on Esha while he reached into a coat pocket, pulled out a twenty and handed it to Harriet.  "I really should learn not to bet with you ma'am, but I was sure I had a winner this time."

"This is all very funny and a good script for a sitcom," said Esha snarkily,
"but I have places to go and things to do."

"They can wait for a few hours," replied Harriet coolly.  "You will have things to keep you occupied that long at least."

"Just call the police then and get this over with," grated Esha.

"Oh, I have no desire to bring the police in on this little misunderstanding unless you do," replied Harriet.

"Then what do you want?" asked a puzzled Esha.

"I have no use for the ticket I found," replied Harriet.  "I don't have the slightest interest in a tour of Mr. Whacko's factory, but I am also so bored with the available programming on television these days."

"I suggest you learn about some of the new streaming services then," replied Esha.  "They say this is the golden age of television."

"I much prefer another type of entertainment," said Harriet, "one that is more erotic shall we say."  She noticed the look of surprise on Esha's face and waved her gun hand slightly in dismissal, but still keeping it firmly aimed at the thief.  "Not with me my dear, the accident has deprived me of that great pleasure, but I do so still enjoy watching."

"Watching?" asked Esha suspiciously and she glanced over the woman's shoulder at Jackson.

"It is one of his perks," replied Harriet with a smile, but he won't be the first."  Before Esha could ask what she meant, Harriet called out, "Lulu, please come here!"   A few seconds later, a young black girl in a maid's outfit appeared.  She at least didn't hold a gun, but there was a large tent in the front of her short skirt which drew a raised eyebrow from Esha.  "All set dear?" asked Harriet , looking at Lulu.

"Oh, must I ma'am?" asked Lulu.  "I know the job description said ‘other duties as required' but I rather thought that meant things like dusting and not this," her hand gesturing to the bulge in her skirt.  "I don't even know if I can do this since I have never used one of these things before."

"I am sure you will get the hang of it," Harriet assured her.  ""Now go over to the bed, take your clothes off and lie down like a good child."

"Yes ma'am," replied Lulu with an honest to goodness curtsey and a flabbergasted Esha watched the girl cross to the bed and quickly slip out of the skimpy black dress.  Under it was a frilly bra and a matching pair of panties, straining close to the point of shredding from something inside them.

"How can she not have used that thing before?" Esha found herself asking out loud as Lulu unhooked her bra and an impressive pair of DD boobs spilled out into view.

"It's all the hooks and straps," replied Lulu shyly as she tugged her panties down and revealed that the hidden object was indeed a strap-on and not au natural as Esha had first assumed.  "I've never worn one of these things before and I just don't know how good I will be with it."

"That's alright dear," said Harriet soothingly.  "Just lie down on your back.  We will let Ms. Esha do most of the work riding it.  From everything I have heard of her, she has quite enough experience for at least two."

"You have got to be fucking kidding," growled Esha looking from the bed where Lulu was now lying on her back with the rather large artificial member sticking straight up in the air.

"I never kid," replied Harriet who made a meaningful gesture with her gun towards the bed where Lulu dutifully waited.  "Oh, wait here take this," and reaching into a pocket, she tossed Esha a bottle which when the thief examined it turned out to be lube.  "Knowing how you aphrodites are, you might not need it, but just in case."

"I am not an Aphrodite," snapped Esha who didn't know if that statement was true or not, but she didn't like being associated with the likes of Ms. Americana and the other big boobed bimbos of the She Legion.  The thief took another look at the two guns and then looked again at the waiting maid.  Well as far as tortures went, this really wasn't so bad, she thought, and maybe I can find some way to turn the tables yet.  So thinking, Esha plastered a huge smile on her face and sauntered over to the bed and began to strip while a curious Lulu looked on.

"Oh my, those things are really huge," said Lulu wide eyed as Esha removed her top and one of the biggest set of boobs in Delta City came bouncing out.

"I am just as big as Ms. Ameritits," snorted Esha as she slid down her bikini bottoms to reveal her clean shaved pussy.  "And mine are all natural unlike her silicone melons," she lied.

"if you say so ma'am," replied Lulu doubtfully, having seen Ms. Americana's jugs a few times now in the papers or on television after one escapade or another.

"Damn rights I say so," said Esha as she got onto the bed and crawled on top of Lulu.  "You said you never used a strap-on before, but have you done it with another woman before?"

"No ma'am, you will be my first," replied Lulu.  "I hope you don't mind."

"It's always fun introducing another woman to the joys of lesbianism," laughed Esha as she leaned down and captured Lulu's lips in a kiss.  She held the lip lock for several seconds before pressing her tongue against Lulu's lips and demanding entrance.  Lulu's mouth slowly opened and Esha shoved her tongue inside and began to explore the inside of the girl's mouth with relish.  After a couple of minutes of this, the blonde thief positioned her pussy over the dildo and lowered herself onto it.  "Ahhhh," she moaned as she sank down fully on it until the entire length was sheathed inside her pussy.  "Tell me Lulu, how are you liking your first experience with a woman so far?"

"Fantastic," gasped Lulu as her eyes were glued to Esha's large breasts as they bounced and jiggled  while the blonde began to ride up and down on the fake cock.  "Is it alright if I touch them?" Lulu pleaded.

"Go right ahead," moaned Esha who didn't have to fake anything as she used her strong leg muscles to push her up and down on the dildo.  "Mmmmm," she let out a louder moan of pleasure when she felt Lulu's hands on her tits, gently squeezing them and playing with the hard nipples.

"I do believe that is your cue to complete the sandwich," said Harriet and it took Esha a few seconds to realize the woman was speaking to Jackson who when she looked around had stripped naked and was stroking his cock as he neared the bed.

"You have got to be kidding," gasped Esha as she shot Harriet a look, but then held up her hand to forestall a reply.  "Yeah, I know you don't kid."  Amoment later, she felt Jackson's hands pulling her ass cheeks open to find his target and then she felt his cock poking at her asshole briefly before the butler pushed it into her.  Esha grunted as the large cock spread her back door open and kept pushing in deeper and deeper.

Now trapped between the maid and the butler, there was not much Esha could do but to go with the flow and truth be told, it was hardly unpleasant.  She rode Lulu's fake cock while the young, black maid played with her tits and Jackson slammed his real cock into her ass with increasing speed and vigour.

"You seem to have lost that aloof and detached butler exterior," gasped Esha.

"As you say ma'am," replied Jackson and he paused to give Esha's ass a hard ringing slap.  "As mistress said, it is one of my perks to get the opportunity to fuck the odd slut like you."

"Let me guess," replied Esha, "you were a porn star in your misspent youth before you found your calling in butlering."

"Yes, among other things," agreed Jackson as he increased the rate of his thrusts until his cock was a blur as he rammed it in and out of Esha's ass.

He might not have been kidding about that, thought Esha as the butler had the self control to keep going for a good fifteen minutes of hard fucking before she felt him tense and then unleash a gusher of warm cum deep into her bowels.  As a matter of competitive pride, she had held off her own orgasm to make him go first and now that was done, she let herself go and began to climax, soaking the fake cock with her juices.  When she could focus again and look down, it was clear from the huge smile on Lulu's face that the maid had also gotten off through the experience.

When Esha and the others disentangled themselves and got off the bed, the thief noticed Harriet had put down the gun and was holding out the gold ticket to her.  "That was most stimulating and you certainly earned this."

Esha approached the wheelchair and took the ticket and started to turn away then stopped.  Before Harriet could protest, Esha came back and lifted the woman's skirt and looked at the soaked panties under them.  "I thought you said you couldn't feel anything down there?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Who would want an old cripple like me?" replied Harriet with a bitter edge to her voice.

"You never know until you ask," replied Esha with a grin.  "Here Lulu, be a dear and hold up this skirt for me," called the blonde and when a nervous Lulu complied, Esha got on her knees a bit awkwardly in front of Harriet and pulled aside the drenched panties.  An astonished Harriet watched as the blonde thief bent her head and began to lap at her pussy.

Oh my," was all Harriet could get out before the pleasure overwhelmed her and shut down speech.

"That, that looks quite interesting," observed Lulu as she stood there watching intently.

"Jolly good show," agreed Jackson.

Harriet locked her hands into Esha's blonde hair and just held on tight until Esha's talented tongue brought her to a climax and she flooded the thief's face with her juices.  "It looks like you weren't as done down there as you thought," said Esha with asmirk as she stood up and finally got dressed.

"That was indeed the message your doctor tried to give you ma'am," said Jackson solemnly, "but you didn't want to listen to him."

"That was rather silly of me," agreed Harriet as she reached out a shaking hand to grasp Jackson's still hard cock and stroke it.  The butler was just raising it to Harriet's mouth when Esha took her leave, deciding to go out by the front door For a change of pace

* * *

Rio Tanaka watched with growing dismay from the vantage point of her car in the parking lot of the Whacky Willie factory as the other four gold ticket holders arrived.  They were all costumed heroines:  Flag Girl, Wolf Woman, Lady Midnight and Esha, though the latter was a bit iffy on the heroine part and the blonde seemed to be getting a cool reception from the other three.  Suddenly Rio felt very out of place and thought about putting her car in gear and just going home.  No, damn it, she still wanted to get that stupid Duke Stone dildo for Brandy and she wasn't going to give up after what she had gone through at the glory hole booth.  She quickly began to pull off her dress.  The red bra and panties under it weren't any more scandalous than what the others were wearing and then she dug a red silk scarf that almost matched out of the back seat and cut eye holes in it with her nail scissors before wrapping it around her head to make a mask.  Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she got out of her car and moved to join the other four who were waiting for whoever was going to be giving the tour.

"Hello," said Lady Midnight extending her hand as Rio approached.  "I don't believe we have met before?"

"Um, no, I'm new in town," replied Rio trying to sound confident as she shook hands with Lady Midnight and the others.

"Can I ask you what your hero name is?" asked Flag Girl politely.

Rio's mind froze for a second.  Damn it, she should have thought of a name before joining these others.  "Um Nippon Girl," she said blurting out the first thing that came to her.  "At least for now," she added, "I have been considering other options before the press gets hold of it."

"Good idea to have a name you like ready for the press," agreed Wolf Woman  "It took Jungle Babe some time to get the press to stop calling her Jungle Broad when she first started out and hadn't picked a name for herself yet."

"What powers do you have?" asked Esha with a twinkle in her eyes that made Rio think the blonde suspected the truth.

"Oh the usual, a bit of this and a bit of that," replied Rio vaguely and was then saved from having to elaborate further when the factory door opened and Whacky Willie himself stood there regarding them.

"Ah, it looks like everyone is here," beamed Whacky Willie.  "A very fine group of feminine plenitude. Please follow me and we shall begin the tour."

"I think he set a world record in undressing us with his eyes," muttered Lady Midnight as the five women followed Willie inside.

"This is where we make and test the inflatable dolls," said Willie as he led them into a large room.  There were half a dozen people working there packaging the rubber creations into boxes and the five women couldn't help but stop and stare at them.  They were only about two feet tall, with bright gold hair.

"Where did all the midgets come from," blurted out Flag Girl.

"Please be more sensitive," admonished Willie.  "The proper term is height challenged."

"This is starting to remind me of something," mused Wolf Woman.  "Um, do they have some kind of weird rhyming name and like to break into song?"

"Good heavens no," replied Willie.  "This is not some sort of syrupy children's movie.  I call them Tripods.  They come from some island near the equator that is almost totally flooded due to global warming."

"And you gave them jobs because you are a kind and good hearted man?" asked Lady Midnight, the doubt clear in her voice.

"Not a chance in hell," snickered Willie.  "They were desperate and came cheap."

"We are touched by your generosity," replied Lady Midnight.

Willie ignored the sarcasm and then nodded his head as another of the small people entered the room.  "That is Ernie, he is our Quality Assurance Officer for this area."  The five women turned to look at Ernie and gasped in unison as Ernie dropped his pants to display a way out of proportion cock that dangled to the floor between his short legs.  "You can see why I call them Tripods now," laughed Willie as Ernie picked up one of the uninflated dolls at random, attached it to an air cylinder and blew it up right in front of them.

"Hey that's me!" squeaked Flag Girl as she stared at the rubber dolls with blonde hair and pigtails.

"Of course it isn't," said Willie.  "That would be copyright infringement or so my lawyers tell me.  That is our Flag Twat model with self lubricating orifices and selected vocal phrases."

"It talks?" asked Flag Girl uncertainly.

"Yes," replied Willie proudly and he reached out to press an area behind one ear of the doll.

"Hello I am Flag Twat.  I am a bimbo. Please fuck my mouth, ass and pussy with your hard cock."

"That's disgusting and besides her boobs aren't nearly as big as mine," complained Flag Girl.

"We save two bucks a cup size on material by making the boobs smaller," replied Willie.  "We do make a deluxe edition with actual boob sizes," and here he paused to leer at Flag Girl's chest, "and it also comes with more phrases that can also be user programmed."

Flag girl was about to tell the bastard what she thought of him and his doll when she became distracted by Ernie who had taken the doll and laid it down on a bench and crawled on top of it.  Horrified, the teen sidekick and the other women watched as Ernie's cock, now fully hard was inserted into the doll's pussy and he began to fuck it vigorously.

"Ew, that's so sick," wailed Flag Girl.

"Why so surprised?" asked Willie smugly.  "You did come to visit an adult toy factory, not one that makes chocolate.  Actually though, we are prototyping edible chocolate figures that might possibly bear some slight resemblance to the members of the She Legion."

"Oh fuck, this one passes," said Ernie suddenly as they saw him stiffen and start to shoot his load into the inflatable doll.  He pulled out and stood there with his still hard cock dripping cum and seemed to notice the women for the first time.  "Oh hello there," he said politely and then his eyes went wide when he recognized Flag Girl.  "Oh wow, I never thought I would get to meet the real thing.  I've fucked hundreds of your dolls since I started working here and I always hoped I would get the chance to try the real thing."

"Keep on hoping," growled Flag Girl, but she couldn't help staring at Ernie's large cock.

"Oh please," begged Ernie, "it would mean so much to me!"

"You heard him," snickered Esha.  "How can you refuse such a polite request and still call yourself a hero?"  The blonde, bikini clad thief pushed Flag Girl forward and then somehow she found herself down on her knees in front of Ernie which still left her towering over him.  Realizing this, she laid all the way down and a smiling Ernie climbed on top of her and pulled her skirt and panties down.

"The promised land," muttered Ernie and shoved his oversized cock into Flag Girl's pussy and started to bang away even more energetically than he had with the Flag Twat doll.  As the others watched in astonishment Flag Girl undid her top and let her breasts spill out where they bounced up and down in time with Ernie's thrusts.  "Oh man, I thought doing the dolls were good, but this is a thousand times better," moaned Ernie.  "Oh fuck, I have to cum!"  For the second time, the women got to see Ernie blast a load, but this time it was into the real Flag Girl and he kept cumming until the sidekick's pussy was overflowing with his spunk and ran down her thighs.  "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you," said Ernie when he finally stopped shooting and pulled out of Flag Girl.  He then quickly put his pants back on and vanished.

"Well, I guess it is time to move on in the tour," said Willie and led the way to the door.

"Oh goddess, why the hell did I do that?" whispered Flag Girl to Wolf Woman as she hurried to catch up while still putting her top back on.

"Because you are a slut?" suggested Wolf Woman with a snicker.

"Very funny," replied Flag Girl.  "You are just jealous because my doll outsells yours."

"This is the condom manufacturing area," said Willie as they arrived at another even larger room filled with machines.  There were a huge bubbling vats of gunk and as the heroines got closer to them, they could smell different flavours.  "We currently make ten different flavours, with cherry being our best seller by an almost two to one margin."

As they watched, automated equipment would dip into the vats and carry some of the liquid to a large machine and a while later, perfectly formed condoms came out of an opening onto a moving belt that carried them past stations where more of the small Tripods scooped them up and boxed them.

"Where's the Quality Assurance here?" asked Wolf Woman with a smirk.

"Sorry, I was on my coffee break," said one of the small people hurrying in and taking a condom off the belt and sniffing it.  "Raspberry," he announced and promptly dropped his pants to display a cock that was just as longas Ernie's had been, but was a bit thicker.

"This is Burt," said Willie as five sets of eyes stared at the little man as he slid the condom onto his cock.  "We need his extra girth to properly stress test the condoms."

"We also test them in action," said Burt gesturing to a strange machine with a hole in it at just the right height to take his cock.  "We normally use the Acme CNT2, but it is always better to test with the real thing if we can."  He walked over to Wolf Woman and gave her a huge smile.  "Would you mind helping me with the test?"

"What, oh sure I would be happy to," replied Wolf Woman in a dreamy sounding voice. As she began to remove her costume.  A few seconds later, she lay down naked on the floor and Burt hopped on top of her and shoved his condom covered cock into her obviously wet pussy.

"There is something odd going on here," muttered Lady Midnight as she tried to shake off the foggy sensation that had seemed to envelop her brain.  She should be shocked and horrified at what had happened to Flag Girl and now Wolf Woman, but all she felt was horny.

Willie didn't say anything, but just smirked and felt his cock get hard in his pants as he watched Burt fuck the Latino heroine.  The air in the factory, the inflatable dolls and the condom goop were thick with pheromones that had the heroines reduced almost to drooling sluts already.  He ached to bend one of them over and get some pussy for himself, but his instructions on how to proceed had been very clear as had been the consequences of not following his orders.  So, he just stood there and watched as the little Tripod banged away at Wolf Woman until he climaxed.

"Looks like it passed," said Burt after he pulled out and examined the swollen condom filled with his seed.

"Pity," murmured Wolf Woman who finally got herself together, got dressed and followed the others out to continue the tour.

"Next up is the vibrator and dildo section," proclaimed Willie who was having a little difficulty walking with his almost painful erection.  Like the condom area, there were again some bubbling vats whose contents were being fed into molds of different sizes and shapes.

"Is this where you made the Duke Stone dildos?" asked Rio looking around hopefully.

"Yes, but that was a limited run," laughed Willie.  "Those things are going to be collectors items.  I will give you all one at the end of the tour."

"I can't see Ernie and Burt or their buddies doing Quality Assurance with these," said Esha picking up a large pink dildo, "though some guys do like it.  Are there any female tripods if that isn't an oxymoron?"

"There are no female Tripods," replied Willie, "and don't ask me how they reproduce then because they say it is a cultural secret.  We have to do the Quality Assurance the old fashioned way with visual inspections."  He paused to watch Esha who was currently running her tongue up and down the dildo with a faraway look on her face.

"I think Esha would like to help with a spot inspection," giggled Wolf Woman as she undid the blonde's top to free her huge melons from their restraint while Flag Girl pulled Esha's bottoms down.  They all seemed to be in as much of a trance as Esha as they watched her spread her legs apart and insert the pink plastic phallus into her pussy.

"Must be wet, because that slipped in real easy," snickered Flag Girl.

It was real torture for Willie who wanted to pull his willie out and stuff it in a nice warm pussy, but he had to stand there trying not to whimper as he watched the blonde fuck herself with the dildo.

"You go girl," encouraged Rio who had a hand down the front of her bottoms rubbing her clit and looking around, she saw the others were likewise occupied.  Maybe she had the makings of a superheroine after all.

The pleasure grew too much for Esha's weakening legs to support her and she sank to her knees on the floor, ramming the dildo in and out of her as hard and fast as she could until she came with a loud moan and a shudder.  "I think this one passes," said the blonde as she pulled the dildo from her pussy, licked it clean and put it back on the table.

"Would you be so good as to autograph the box?" asked Willie producing a pen.  "You have given me an idea for a whole new line of previously enjoyed dildos from celebrity users such as yourself."

"Glad to," replied Esha with a post orgasmic smile still on her face.


"Next on the tour is the movie set where we are preparing to launch our own Whacky Willie line of top class porn," said Willie as Esha got dressed and followed the group into the new area.  The space was dominated by a king sized bed, surrounded by lights and cameras.

"What kind of scene are you going to shoot?" asked Rio.

"I was thinking of starting with a lesbian scene," replied Willie.  "It's pretty much essential for any porn movie these days."

"I'm a lesbian," replied Rio without any inhibitions thanks at least in part to the tour activities so far.

"Really?" asked Willie with a smile.  "Maybe, you would like to help us with a dress rehearsal?"

"More like an undress rehearsal," tittered Flag Girl.

"Well, we would need another woman for our lesbian scene," said Willie looking around the group until his eyes settled on Lady Midnight.

"Me?" she squeaked.

"Why not?  You are a woman aren't you?" teased Willie," and he nudged her towards the bed.

"Go for it Lady M," said Wolf Woman running her hand over her friend's ass.  "I would love to see you and Nippon Girl getting it on."

An excited Rio grabbed Lady Midnight's hand and dragged her over to the bed while Tripods suddenly appeared to turn on lights and man the cameras, though they had to do the latter while standing on step stools.  Deep inside, the African-American heroine knew something was wrong and this was definitely not a good idea, but she could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet, or wetter as she looked at Rio.  The little Japanese heroine looked so damn hot in that red bikini and suddenly she couldn't wait to get her hands on those tits and taste that pussy.

"Just have to hang on a little longer," muttered Willie to himself as he watched the two women start to kiss and make out while the cameras rolled.  Hands caressed each other and began to remove the little clothing they wore until both women were naked and tumbling back onto the bed.  They continued to kiss, grinding their breasts into each other in a frenzy that almost had Willie cumming in his pants.  Mocha coloured mounds rubbed against smaller, yellow tinted tits  while hands continued to caress and explore the other woman's body.  After several minutes of this, they moved into a 69 with Rio on top.  Glancing at a monitor, Willie saw they had an extreme close-up of the cute little oriental sticking out her tongue and starting to lap at the black woman's pussy.

The other three heroines seemed as turned on as he was.  When he looked at them they were all again either rubbing themselves or touching each other as they watched the scene playing out on the bed.  Willie waited patiently as instructed until his two new porn stars had licked each other to a climax and then with an animal like growl, he pulled off his clothes and joined the pair on the bed.  He couldn't decide which pussy he wanted more, but finally went for some hot Asian cooking and slammed his cock home into Rio and began to fuck her.  Lady Midnight looked slightly disappointed, but only for a few seconds as Flag Girl, Esha and Wolf Woman, now all naked, joined her on the bed in an orgy of licking and sucking.

Not long after that, a flood of Tripods swarmed over them, inserting their hard cocks into any available hole they found.  Rio looked up and saw what she took to be Burt by her face stroking his cock and her lips readily parted to suck on it while Willie continued to plough her pussy with everything he had kept pent up during the tour.

* * *

"Well that was fun," said Flag Girl several hours later as the exhausted heroines left the factory and crossed the parking lot.  As promised, they all had their authentic Duke Stone dildo and because he said he couldn't decide on a winner among five such lovely ladies, each of them was laden down with several bags crammed full of dildos, vibrators, condoms, videos and anything else they wanted.

"Drop by our HQ some day and we will do coffee Nippon Girl," said Flag Girl as they waived goodbye to Rio as she left them to head for her own car.

"I keep thinking there was another reason why I went to that factory," mused Lady Midnight as she got behind the wheel of her car.

* * *

"This is Megan Fitzpatrick with breaking news from Hollywood.  Today it was revealed that after a year long investigation, actor Duke Stone was arrested on multiple charges of rape and sexual assault.  Police say they have sworn statements from 19 women and they expect more victims to come forward in the days ahead.  The alleged offences took place over a five year period and in a statement Duke Stone denies all the charges and claims the women are just a bunch of publicity seekers.  Stone was working on his latest blockbuster movie ‘My Mommy is a Mummy' at the time of his arrest and the future of the project is now in doubt."

Around Delta City, five women looked at their newly acquired Duke Stone dildos and tossed them in the garbage.

The End