Gods vs Demons Part Eight:   Cruising
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 she is not afraid to use it!

* * *

"You heard me Captain, I have given Ms. Richards full authority to do anything she wants with the Queen."

Aaron Stubbing, Captain of the cruise ship Queen of the Swells tried to keep is face deadpan as he stared at the figure on the computer screen in front of him, but doubted he had succeeded.  Not for the first time, he wished he knew the identity of the man who owned the ship he captained.  All he could see on the screen was a figure sitting in deep shadows and deliberately hiding his face and identity.  Hell, he wasn't even sure it was a man as computer software these days could change someone's voice to sound like anything from Donald Duck to Darth Vader.  Still, the video call had come in with all the proper codes that supposedly ensured the call was actually from the mysterious and reclusive owner of the cruise ship.  "Yes sir, I understand," the captain lied.

"Good," said the shadowy figure and disconnected abruptly with that single word reply.

"It appears that you are indeed in charge Ms. Richards," said Captain Stubbing turning back to the stunning blonde woman sitting across from  him in one of the guest chairs in his office.  "What exactly are your orders?"

"First, you will cancel all passenger reservations for the upcoming cruise," said Tamara.  "I will provide your cruise director with a new passenger list for her."

Captain Stubbing found himself staring at the woman in disbelief.  "But, those passengers were due to start boarding tomorrow.  Some of them booked this cruise a year in advance and have flown to Delta City to board.  The cancellation penalties will be enormous and that will be nothing compared to the ill will and bad publicity that will generate for the ship."

Tamara shrugged, "I really don't care, as you heard the ship's owner say, I have full authority.  Second, once the new passengers have boarded, we will be moving to anchor a few miles east of Bridge Island.  Third, besides the new passengers and destination, you should expect the delivery of some special equipment for the cruise.  The equipment will be accompanied by special security and will be off limits to all ship personnel, including yourself.  Do you have any questions?"

"No," replied Captain Stubbing coldly.  "There doesn't seem to be much point in asking questions that won't be answered.  Hell, there doesn't seem like there is much point to having a captain for this so called cruise."

"Very well," said Tamara, ignoring the man's anger.  She couldn't blame him for it, but she had her own orders and too much at stake to worry about the captain's feelings.  "I need to talk to your cruise director, Ms. McKay.  Where can I find her?"

* * *

"That's it doc, fuck me just like that, hard and deep," moaned Julia McKay.  The brown haired woman's tits were swinging wildly back and forth under her as Wendal Koppell, the ship's doctor fucked her doggy style on the examination table in sickbay.  Julie always loved these "special medicals" that the hung doctor offered before any new cruise.

Dr. Wendal Koppell was at first sight, not the most impressive male specimen.  He was slightly below average height, with short dark hair and gold rimmed wire glasses.  He was mild mannered, polite and a competent doctor, but again nothing in that would normally draw a second look.  What made Dr. Koppell so popular, especially with the ladies, was if their second look was at his groin and the large package constrained under his tight, white uniform pants.  That package was currently out of its confinement, or more accurately was sheathed in something even tighter than his pants, namely the very tight pussy of his friend and the ships cruise director, Julie McKay.

"I would love to keep going for another hour Julie," Dr. Koppell panted, "but I have another dozen medical exams to give this afternoon."
  
"Just a few more minutes," moaned Julie and she squeezed her pussy tighter about his cock, so he couldn't pull it out even if he wanted to and she doubted he really did.  "Hey wait a moment," she exclaimed and paused her own reciprocal thrusting for a moment.  "Is one of those examinations with my daughter?"  Eighteen year old Virginia McKay was coming aboard to work her first cruise as her mother's assistant and Julie had just now thought of the ship policy that all new crew had to have a complete physical for insurance reasons.

"You bet your sweet ass," replied Wendal with a huge grin.  "I am really looking forward to her exam."

"Pervert," replied Julie and she resumed thrusting her hips back to meat his.  "I should warn her about you, but I doubt it would make her anything but more curious."

"I am hard to resist," agreed Wendal, "I think it is my charming personality and dry sense of humour."

"I think its your huge cock," moaned Julie and felt her orgasm finally sweep over her body and she began to squirt her honey all over Wendal's cock as it continued to pound into her pussy for a few more strokes before Julie felt blast after blast of warm cum filling her pussy to overflowing.  Well, Virginia is old enough to make her own choices, thought Julie as she felt the doctor pull out of her and then heard the sickbay door open.

"Ah, delivering one of your famous medical exams I see Doctor," said a female voice and the two startled crew members looked to the door they had been certain was locked to see a strange blonde woman standing there.

"You have me at an obvious disadvantage," said Dr. Koppell, who kept his composure and made no move to cover his still hard cock which glistened in the overhead lights with a mixture of cum and Julie's juices.  He had been caught mor than once by an angry boyfriend or husband in the past and had always managed to talk his way out of trouble.  Being caught by a woman didn't seem so much threatening as possibly interesting.

"I am Tamara Richards and my employers have rented the ship for a few days. It is for a very special cruise and I need to discuss arrangements with Ms. McKay.  I'll wait until she gets dressed, but just so you aren't feeling ignored, let me help with the clean-up."

Wendal Koppell should have been surprised at this last bit, but ever since high school when word of his not so little secret got around school, he had often encountered situations like this.  As he watched the blonde, she got on her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth.

"A tasty combination," murmured Tamara as she slid her mouth up and down the doctor's cock, tasting both his and Julie's essence.  "I might have to sample them both separately in the future for comparison purposes."

Julie gathered up her discarded clothes and began to get dressed, but kept a lustful eye on the blonde's sword swallowing technique.  Sometimes even after this many years, you could still learn some new tricks of the trade.  The woman had to be fiendishly talented, she thought, as she quickly had Wendal moaning again as she sucked and licked his cock.  In fact, Julie would have been sure than even Wendal who was known for his stamina couldn't cum again this quickly, but it only took the blonde a few minutes to make him blast his load down her throat.

"Mmm, I see now why the ship's owner pays you so well," said Tamara with a smile as she got to her feet, found a facial tissue and cleaned a few stray drops from her face.  Julie was fully dressed by now and Tamara calmly gestured for her to follow her and led the way out of the office as if nothing remotely strange had just happened.  "Let's go to your office, so we can discuss the details of this little cruise," she said to Julie with a smile.

* * *

Karen Clark aka Power Lass looked up from where she had been examining the unconscious Fiona Piper in the She Legion HQ infirmary to look at Ms. Americana.  "As far as I can tell, she is just sleeping.  Her vital signs are all good and I think she should wake up in another three or four hours and be fine.  Keep in mind, I am a nurse and not a doctor, so if she doesn't show signs of waking up by then, she should be taken to a hospital."  Ms. Americana nodded and went back to the conference room where the other senior heroines were gathered to relay the news while Power Lass settled into a chair beside Fiona's bed to keep an eye on her charge. 

"We had a call from Felicia McSweeney, while you were in the infirmary," said Green Spectre.  "Red Sonja got in touch with her after you left the meeting with the Olympians since there are a few aspects of modern society that our barbarian swordswoman isn't familiar with and wanted someone she trusted to help her.  Anyway, Felicia says that they have a lead on how to get to Hades and see what, if you pardon the pun, hell he knows about what is going on."  She paused for a moment and gave her head a shake.  "I am still having problems believing you met some actual gods, including Aphrodite who in a sense we are all sort of descended from."

"I am starting to think that those old gods were just beings with immense powers," replied Ms. Americana. "In reality, they behave much like us humans with both their  good points and their foibles.  In the end, they put their panties on one leg at a time, just like us, except of course Aphrodite doesn't believe in wearing panties."

"Oh, and how did you find that out?" asked Omega Woman with a smirk.

"Um, it was just a figure of speech," replied Ms. Americana going a little red in the face and not really answering the question.  "Do you have any details on their plan?"

"Yes," replied Green Spectre.  "It is sort of a sequel for us and hopefully in the vein of Star Wars and not Indiana Jones."  She glanced over at Got Gal and smiled before going on.  "Remember how we sent the Got Gals to see Zarcon?"  The rest of the heroines nodded and now it was Got Gal's turn to colour slightly.  "Well, they think they can use the same method to get to Hades."

"Who is making the trip and um, who else is involved in the attempt?" asked Got Gal.

"It sounds like Sonja is going along with Hercules," replied Green Spectre with a smile.  "As for the other person required, it seems Athena has sort of been forced to volunteer."

Got Gal paused to consider this information.  "So Athena can send Sonja by fucking her to an orgasm, but in order for Hercules to accompany her, he needs to also climax while in intimate contact with her as well.  Oh, I see," she finished lamely.

"Red Sonja does have a nice ass," agreed Green Spectre.

"Good of her to take one for the team too," agreed Omega Woman as she mentally envisioned the scene.

"What about Piper House and this Ark thing?" asked Ms. Americana breaking into the mental images of the other heroines.

I secured the house as best I could with wards," replied Hexanna, "and Nefertari and Nevada Jones are staying there to guard the place as well.  They are a pretty formidable pair and they will call for backup if the demons make another attempt to seize the Ark."

"Speaking of the demons," said Ms. Americana turning to Lady Midnight, "you possibly suspected something was going on at the whacky Willie factory?  Flag Girl couldn't give me much in the way of details about what happened there."

"Er, in retrospect, I think there might have been a connection," admitted Lady Midnight and now it was her turn to blush.  "I went there to check on the owner Willie Hamilton who is a known con artist.  Oddly enough, the business might be legit if somewhat over the top, but um a few weird things happened at the factory.  The thing is though, I am kind of fuzzy on exactly what they were, almost as if I had been drugged."

"Which sounds a lot like what happened at the beauty contest and at other events recently," mused Ms. Americana.

There was a knock on the door and a moment later Danger Babe entered carrying some envelopes.  "Sorry to interrupt, but a courier just delivered these."  She handed envelopes to Ms. Americana, Green Spectre, Omega Woman, Got Gal and Lady Midnight.  "There is also one for Night Raven, so I sent her a message about it."

"Thank-you," said Ms. Americana and Danger Babe smiled in return and left.  "Um, this might seem like a strange question, but what is her name again?"

"Um Danger Babe, I think," said Omega Woman after some thought.

"What about her real name?" asked Ms. Americana.

"She's always just been Danger Babe I think," said Omega Woman after some more thought.

Ms. Americana shrugged and opened her envelope only to gasp when she read the contents.

Dear Brenda Wade,

You are invited to an exclusive cruise this weekend on the luxury ship Queen of the Swells.  The two day cruise will feature a full casino, live music and a five star chef.  The cruise, including all meals is free, with money raised from the casino being donated to worthy charities.

Yours truly,
Mega Cruise Co.

PS It is strongly recommended you come dressed in your superheroine costume for the cruise.

The other heroines found that they had received similar notes, but it still took them a few seconds to realize what had made Ms. Americana gasp and then they made similar sounds as they checked their own notes.

"The envelopes are all addressed to us as heroines, but the letter gives our real names," wailed Green Spectre.

"I think that we can take that as a not so subtle indication that we had better attend this cruise," said Ms. Americana grimly.

* * *

This small room was already pretty crowded, thought Red Sonja when she heard a knock on the door.  Of all the futuristic things she had seen, she had decided she liked the concept of indoor plumbing and especially toilets to be the best of the lot.  In a town or city, if you were lucky there might be a dingy little structure with a vile smelling hole in a board that gave you slivers in your ass.  Out on the road where she spent a lot of her time, it meant finding a convenient tree or bush to duck behind and some handy leaves.  Toilets and bathrooms were an unbelievable luxury and in her opinion, they shouldn't have this many people in them.  There already were Athena, Hercules and herself as the "actors" of the drama and Felicia, Mrs. Wong and her granddaughter Judy as "witnesses", but now others wanted in.

"Who is it?" asked Athena in a peeved voice from where she stood beside Sonja in the shower, just about to remove her toga.

"It's me Aphrodite and Apollo," came a clearly amused voice.

"What do you want?" asked Athena with a frown, "and how did you learn about this thing?  We have told no one about it?," and she glared at Hercules who was standing on the other side of Sonja.  The large demi-god shook his head, pleading ignorance himself.

"I want to watch of course," laughed Aphrodite, "as for Apollo, you better ask him.  I just happened to be lucky I was with him when he had one of his visions and bugged him until he told me about it.""

"Fine, come on in," replied Athena in a resigned voice and the door opened.  It took a bit of shuffling and squeezing to get the two additional beings into the small space.  "Well?" Athena demanded of Apollo when they finally managed to get the door shut again.

"I do not like to intrude on your privacy fair Athena," began Apollo, "but as Aphrodite said, I had a vision about this course of action the three of you are embarking on."

Athena frowned and turned to Sonja to explain.  "One of Apollos gifts is that of being able to foresee the future which was why he was the patron of the Oracle of Delphi, the most famed foreseeing shrine of our time."

"So, what's the problem?" asked Sonja turning to look at Apollo.

"My vision was more clear about your er mode of transit," said Apollo, who carefully didn't meet Athena's glare, "but I sensed there will be a great danger in the strange land you journey to.  My vision guided me to prepare these for you."  Apollo handed Sonja and Hercules a small purple gem that Sonja was able to affix to the silver chain Crimson Spider had given her , while Apollo produced a similar chain for the demi-god."

"What do they do?" asked Sonja curiously.

"My vision forbade me from telling you in advance, or they will not work," replied Apollo.  "All I can tell you is to touch them when the need is great."

"Well then, you have done what you came to do, so you and Aphrodite are free to leave," said Athena.

"There is no way in Hades I am leaving without seeing you at work," snickered Aphrodite.

‘"I must admit to a certain amount of curiosity now that I am here," said Apollo with a smile.

"If I thought it would do any good, I would threaten to use my sword on them," growled Sonja, "but since it won't, we might as well get started with the show."  The swordswoman stripped off her borrowed t-shirt and jeans and stood there naked except for the invisible sword she can still feel on her hip. Having been in many barracks and having filled in for her lover Killia who is the avatar of Clitoria, the goddess of whores, Sonja is not terribly concerned about her modesty, though even she is a little spooked by the intensity of the looks she is getting from her audience.

"Your turn," leered Aphrodite as she looked meaningfully at Athena.

"You are a crude slut," hissed Athena as she slipped out of her toga to also stand there naked next to Sonja.

"Of course I am, it's part of my job," replied Aphrodite.
 
Sonja heard a gasp from Judy and it takes her a moment to realized the cause.  While Athena and Aphrodite sniped at each other, Hercules had casually stripped and his massive and already very much hard cock was standing proudly at attention.

"He is a big boy isn't he?" Sonja asked Judy who just nodded and smiled as her eyes followed the bobbing head of Hercules's cock as he flexed his muscles for his appreciative audience.

"I can't figure out how to get this damn thing on," growled Athena after fumbling with the strap-on that Mrs. Wong handed her.  "I am the goddess of wisdom, not the goddess of fucking sex toys!" she added in exasperation.

"Let me help," said Aphrodite, Felicia, Mrs. Wong and Judy in unison as they elbowed each other in the close quarters to reach the goddess in the shower.

"I pick the old lady, she seems the safest," replied Athena after a moment's hesitation.  Mrs. Wong smiled, bowed and proceeded to grope the goddess very accidently as she helped to fasten the various buckles and straps.  "I think I am still a virgin," said Athena hesitantly when it was all done.

"Remember it is a technical definition," snickered Sonja.

"Remind me to properly thank your goddess, both of them for your help," snapped a flustered Athena as she stood there naked with the pseudo cock protruding from her groin.  "Let me see, this thing goes in that slit I believe," and she pointed down at Sonja's pussy.

"You really never did this before, with either a man or a woman have you?" asked Sonja.

"Not even with a beast," laughed Aphrodite, "and in our group, trust me that is something."

"I have met Zeus as you might recall," Sonja reminded Aphrodite then spread her legs further apart.  "Ok, just grab your cock with one hand and guide it to my pussy and push it in between the lips," she encouraged Athena.

"This is harder than it looks," muttered Athena who did as she was told and after a little fumbling managed to finally insert the head of the dildo into Sonja's pussy.  "I did it!" she almost yelled in triumph. 

"Oh goody, you now have the sexual skills of a high school freshman," said Aphrodite sarcastically.

"just ignore her," Sonja told Athena and then over her shoulder she spoke to Hercules.  "Ok big guy, lube that thing up and shove it up my aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiieeeeee,"
Sonja's voice went suddenly higher as the demi-god slammed his dick home into her ass without the lube.  "Brainless moron," snarled Sonja.  "You make Conan look like the smartest man alive and he can't tie his own sandals.  My ass would be a bloody ruin right now if you didn't produce enough precum to swamp a war chariot."

"It's one of my best qualities," grinned Hercules.

"I am sure it is," growled Sonja.  "Now the both of you start thrusting in and out and damn it do it slow Hercules or I swear I will take my sword out and cut that brain of yours off and I don't mean the little tiny thing in your skull."

"Like this?" asked Athena as she began to rock her hips back and forth with a definite lack of skill.  Hercules on the other hand, reached around, grabbed one of Sonja's boobs in each massive hand and began to ram his cock in and out of her ass with long, powerful strokes.

"You need more rhythm," Sonja gasped out to Athena.  "Think of a song and do it in time to that."

"Ah, I see," said Athena and a few seconds later, the goddess was hammering her strap-on home into Sonja with great fervor and speed.

"What, what song are you using?" moaned Sonja.

"Well, besides being the goddess of wisdom, I am also the goddess of strategy and warfare, so one of the tunes to sound a battle charge seemed appropriate.  Is it working?" she asked anxiously.

"Oh, I think you could say that," gasped Sonja as she felt her orgasm nearing.  "Get ready Hercules, you need to cum at nearly the same time as me to make this work."

"Ah fear not Red Sonja, no woman has ever found Hercules wanting," replied the demi-god.

"That's certainly true," agreed Aphrodite who had her hand inside her toga rubbing her clit as she watched the threesome in the shower.  Beside her, Mrs. Wong, Judy and Felicia were likewise occupied, while Apollo had his cock in his hand stroking it.

"Oh fuck, I am cumming," screamed Red Sonja.

"And so is the mighty Hercules," said Hercules without an ounce of shame at his self aggrandizement.

A portal began to form at one end of the shower and disengaging herself from Athena, Red Sonja staggered towards it with Hercules's cock still firmly lodged in her ass, pulling him along and through it.

The portal closed and Athena stood in the shower alone breathing heavily.  "I did it," she said in amazement.

"That thing needs to be cleaned off properly before it is put away," said Judy with a mischievous smile as she climbed into the shower, dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around the dildo that still glistened with Sonja's juices.  Athena just stared down at the young girl blowing her cock and decided this still didn't technically violate her status.

A panting Felicia meanwhile turned and pressed Apollo against the bathroom door and speared her pussy on his erect cock.  "I hope you aren't supposed to be a virgin god too."

"Not for a very long time," grinned Apollo as he pulled the red haired human to him and began to thrust into her.

Aphrodite looked from Apollo and Felicia to Athena and Judy then with a shrug grabbed the startled Mrs. Wong and began to kiss her.  "Don't be shocked, she told the woman just because I am way older than you!"

* * *

"I don't like the look of our new group of passengers," said Captain Stubbing as he watched the men and women who were boarding the ship.

"What do you mean?" asked Dr. Koppell as he stood beside the captain on the command deck and looking down at the embarkation point.  "They seem to largely be a bunch of politicians and rich people."

"Exactly," replied Captain Stubbing morosely.  "From my experience, those two groups are the absolute worst, especially when they are hidden away where they think no one is watching."  He saw the skepticism on his friend's face and smiled.  "Oh don't get me wrong, your ordinary run of the mill person can be a real bastard.  They litter, cut you off in traffic, cheat on their taxes and commit all kinds of more serious crimes up to an including murder, but they normally don't feel entitled to do these things.  Other than the real sociopaths and psychopaths, they know what they are doing is wrong and have at least some nagging guilt about it.  Politicians and rich people, with some exceptions, don't even take right or wrong into  consideration, it is just their right to do it because they want to."

"This lecture on humanity brought to you by a closet Marxist," snickered Dr. Koppell.

"You know," said Captain Stubbing, giving the doctor a wicked look, "the tradition of the Captain being master after god is still true.  I can have any insubordinate crew such as a certain ship's doctor walk the gangplank with impunity."

"I think I just remembered I have some paperwork back in sick bay that needs my attention," said Dr. Koppell and he turned to start to walk away when he caught sight of a group of passengers coming up the gangplank.  "Oh mama, I think I just died and went to heaven!"

Captain Stubbing turned to see where the ship's doctor was looking and sighed.  "Oh yes, our special guests from the She Legion.  I saw their names on the new passenger list.  I don't know why they have been included, but I doubt it is for any good reason.  My advice is for you to keep it in your pants where they are concerned."

"I am always totally professional," countered Dr. Koppell which only got a snort of derision from the captain.

* * *

"Welcome aboard Ms. Americana, ladies," said Julie McKay as the tall, brunette in the skimpy red, white and blue bikini approached her with the other five equally under dressed heroines jiggling along in her wake.

"Oh gosh, Ms. Americana, I am such a huge fan!" gushed Virginia McKay who had been literally bouncing up and down as she stood beside her mother watching the heroines come aboard.

"Thank-you both," replied Ms. Americana a little coolly.  These two looked harmless and sincere, but after the way they had been dragooned to come on this cruise, she wasn't taking anything for granted.

"My daughter Virginia will show you to your cabins personally," said Julie who found it difficult to keep meeting the eyes of the heroines with so much cleavage on display.  Normally, she preferred a good hard cock, but there were times when she didn't mind the softer touch of another woman and those six sets of jugs looked plenty soft to her.

"You have cabins one to six," said a still very excited Virginia a few minutes later as she led the heroines down a plushly carpeted corridor.  "They are the best cabins on the ship."

"What are these?" asked Lady Midnight, pointing to what were clearly newly installed video screens outside each of the cabins.

"I don't know," replied Virginia truthfully. "The new security people installed them yesterday, but nobody told me what they are for.  Perhaps they are for some new biometric security set-up?"

Or perhaps not, thought Ms. Americana, but she smiled at the young girl and said they would remain in their cabins until the special banquet listed on the cruise agenda.  What made the banquet special had not been specified and the Queen of Justice didn't like that one least little bit.

A whistle sounded and made Virginia jump.  "That's the departure whistle," she explained.  "We will be getting underway in just a few minutes.  I've got to run and check on some other guests I have been assigned to.  If you need anything, just press the call buttons in your rooms and Gainer will come running.  He's the head steward."

* * *

The six heroines found themselves sitting at the same table in the center of the large main dining room of the ship.  "I don't like the looks of this crowd," commented Got Gal.   "There are too many politicians and rich people, you can't trust them."

"Ahem," said Ms. Americana who as Brenda Wade was probably the richest person in the city.

"Ahem," said Green Spectre, who as Axanna Morgan was at least in the running for the top ten.

"Someone sure put their foot in it," snickered Night Raven, who was wondering why she had been unlucky enough to be included in this group of senior heroines.

"I see your dad over there," said Lady Midnight as she touched Night Raven's arm and gestured to a table that included Commissioner Borden and Police Chief Hawk.

"Oh crap," muttered Night Raven and suddenly something that hadn't seemed all that funny to begin with, despite her recent comment, became even less funny.

"I see Mayor Franklin and most of city council at that table," put in Omega Woman with a nod of her head.

"I've picked out several others that I know," added Green Spectre.  "That bitch Gloria MacDougal from the Rattler is here and so is Edgar Darlington and his new wife."

"Is that wife six or seven?" asked Ms. Americana.

Green Spectre was about to reply when a blonde woman stepped up to the mic from where she had been sitting a few chairs away.  "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Tamara and I am here to tell you about a special charity fund raiser we are holding on this cruise."

"Excuse me," said Virginia McKay apologetically, "but Ms. Tamara asked me to deliver these envelopes to you and requested that you read them now as it is very important."

The puzzled heroines took the six identical envelopes and opened them.

"Hello Super Sluts.  This is just to let you know that several hundred thousand barrels of very nasty crude oil have been loaded in the hold of this ship and are rigged with explosives that can be detonated by remote control.  This oil, along with the large tanks of the ship itself will devastate delicate marine environments for hundreds of miles along the coast if released.  To prevent this, you must go along with the announcement that is about to be made.  Any attempt to alert the crew or other passengers of the situation will result in the detonation of the explosives which besides causing the aforementioned environmental catastrophe, will undoubtably kill many of those aboard.

PS  All ship to shore communications are being blocked, so don't expect any help"

Tamara had paused to take a drink of water and watch the heroines open their envelopes then futilely try their communicators to report what seemed like some kind of terrorist threat, only to discover that communications were indeed blocked.

"The fund raiser is called Prostitutes for Charity," said Tamara as she resumed speaking.  This statement brought on some chuckles and a bit of cheering from the crowd which had been well primed with free booze.  "The Queen of the Swells is anchored off Bridge Island and is in International waters, so there are no legal niceties to worry about.  With us tonight, we have six members of the vaunted She Legion who have volunteered to participate in this fund raiser."  At this, a spotlight came on, lighting up the six heroines who blinked in the sudden bright light with stunned looks on their faces.

"You can see from their expressions, just how delighted the ladies are to help us with this marvelous event.  Each heroine will be plying their trade, that of the world's oldest profession, out of cabins one to six just down the hall from this room."  Tamara paused to gesture towards the dining room door that led to the corridor that housed the six heroines.  "Outside each door on a display will be the name of the heroine, their rates for various services, whether they are currently engaged and the grand total they have raised for charity so far.  The action will start in half an hour to give our ladies of negotiable virtue time to get settled in."

The spotlight blinked off and the six heroines sat there in stunned silence for a couple of minutes, until finally Ms. Americana spoke in a low voice that couldn't be heard past their table.  "Ok, conference time in my cabin, so we can discuss this mess."  The other five women nodded and got up to follow their leader, all to aware of all the eyes in the room following their scantily clad asses as they departed.

"What are we going to do?" Green Spectre yelled when the door to Ms. Americana's cabin closed behind them.

"I don't have a clue," said Ms. Americana slumping down on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands.  "We are so screwed."

"Not yet, but it looks like we soon will be," noted Lady Midnight unhappily.

"You aren't suggesting we go along with this madness are you?" demanded Omega Woman.

Lady Midnight shrugged.  "They know our secret identities and I doubt they are bluffing about the oil and the explosives.  We can't put the lives of the crew and passengers at risk for the sake of our pride.  Suppose we do chose to do that and the worst case scenario happens with the oil and a bunch of dead people, can you imagine how the She Legion would be crucified for letting it happen because we were to proud?  That is about when I would expect them to release our civilian names to the world and make damn good and sure we were ruined."

"So we don't have any choice, but to go along with this degradation?" asked Green Spectre with a wail.

"At least for the moment," agreed Ms. Americana.  "If we play along, we might buy enough time to think of some way out of this."  The Queen of Justice surveyed her fellow heroines and friends and saw them all nod reluctantly.  She wished she could tell them that she had anticipated problems, though certainly not the exact form it had taken, and had taken steps to counter it, but it would take time and she dare not say anything to the others for fear the room was bugged.

* * *

Poseidon was not a happy god. His fool of a brother Zeus had asked him to monitor the human ship cruising just off the coast and that request had been relayed by the insolent mortal woman who called herself Ms. Americana.  The dark haired woman seemed to claim to be some kind of descendant of Aphrodite and certainly she wore few enough clothes for that to be true, but that did not give her the right to presume to order gods about.  Poseidon didn't care if Zeus had made a treaty with the mortal females and it probably just showed his brother was losing it.  Maybe it was time for a new leader to be chosen for the Olympians.  Still, he had decided to humour Zeus for now and that brought him to the present.  His immediate thought after his resentment of the mortal was that his ocean was a bloody mess.  There were all kinds of crap floating in it that hadn't been there two thousand years ago and that too was the fault of these cursed mortals.  Frankly, he was tempted to make the oceans rise and wipe the stupid fools from the face of the earth and see how they liked that, but from what he could tell, the humans were already doing that and it would be more fun to watch them slowly drown themselves.

The grumpy god of the sea studied the ship and he could sense demonic activity on it.  In such an eventuality, he was supposed to contact Zeus who would then consult with the mortal females.  Well, damned if he was going to do any such thing!  This was his ocean which meant that everyone and everything on it was his to toy with.  In the good old days, a god knew what to do with lippy mortals and demons without some whining mortal female telling you what to do.  Poseidon produced his conch horn and gave a great blast that only a specific creature could hear.  He didn't think it would take more than a few seconds for the Kraken to dispose of the mortal ship and any demons on it!

* * *

Ms. Americana and the other heroines stood in the corridor outside their cabins and unhappily surveyed those innocent seeming video screens which now displayed a naked picture of each of them, clad only in mask and boots. It must be a fake, thought the dark haired heroine as she regarded the smiling image of herself with her hands on her hips and her mighty chest thrust out proudly.  There might be one or two real such pictures of her thanks to a serious wardrobe malfunction, but surely this one was a fake.  Besides the picture, the word "Available" flashed and below that was an obscene price list with a total of $0  at the very bottom in a large font size.  There was a remote control tucked on the top of the display and after examining the thing, Ms. Americana found it was how one set the prices.  Shame coloured her cheeks as she considered this unexpected business problem.  Their group target had been set at half a million bucks.  Despite the fact she busted hookers and pimps on a regular basis, Ms. Americana had no clue what the going rate on the street was for each service.  After some more thought, she decided that probably didn't matter since this was for charity and the people in the dining room probably expected exorbitant rates because of that and besides they were probably going to get a tax receipt for their generous patronage.  Shuddering, Ms. Americana took up the remote and quickly entered in her prices:

Hand job	$500
Oral sex (male or female)	$1000
(extra $250 for swallowing)
Tit fuck		$1500
Pussy fuck	$2000
Ass Fuck	$3000

Let me see, calculated Ms. Americana, I should be able to do three clients an hour and say an average of a pussy fuck each would mean $6000 an hour.  Times that by six heroines to gat$36 000 an hour means about 14 hours of fucking if she didn't take a break. 

"Don't you think your rates are a little high?" asked Lady Midnight as she wandered over to see what Ms. Americana had entered for prices.  When Ms. Americana explained her logic behind the pricing, the African-American heroine nodded, "makes sense now that you explain it.  I think I will try the same numbers." 

The other four heroines had been listening in and copied the prices as well except for Omega Woman who boosted anal to $4000.  "All the villains who raped my ass said it was unusually good," she explained defiantly.

"Then let's hope you get your ass fucked a lot and we get done this sooner," said Got Gal dryly.

"Do you really think they, whoever they are, will keep their word and end this if we raise the half million?" asked Green Spectre.

"Probably not," put in Night Raven, "the kind of people who set up something obscene like this are not the type to keep their word and they probably don't give a damn about charity.  That is all just bullshit for the people in the dining room to assuage their consciences for what they are doing."

"Most of the people in that room, don't have a conscience," said Lady Midnight as she saw their time was just about up and moved to stand beside her door as did the others.

* * *

Mayor Thomas Franklin sauntered down the corridor smirking at the six uncomfortable looking heroines standing outside their cabin doors like so much meat on display in a market.  At last, in his opinion, these bimbos were fulfilling their proper role in society.  He stopped in front of Ms. Americana, glanced at the price list and would have blanched a bit except he planned to put it on his expense account and let the city pay for it.  "I really want to see if your tits are as good as they look in that picture," he said with a leer.  "I think they photoshopped that picture, but maybe I'm wrong, so let's go find out shall we?"

"You need to select one of the options on the price list," replied Ms. Americana through gritted teeth and watched Franklin select "Pussy Fuck" and enter his payment options.  Once that was done, the heroine turned on her heel and led the way into her cabin.  The Mayor was all over her the instant the door closed behind them, his hands cupping her boobs through her top and squeezing them none too gently.

"Get naked slut," said Franklin as he sat on the bed and began to remove his own clothes while he watched.

Ms. Americana felt her cheeks heat up with shame at being treated like some cheap street walking whore and at least for the moment gained a bit of sympathy for women she had not given much thought to at all and how they ended up where they were.  Trying to keep her hands from shaking, the brunette reached for the clasp that held her top together and undid it.  She held the garment in front of her breasts for several seconds until she realized that the bastard thought she was teasing him to make him hotter and so she abruptly let the top fall to the floor, exposing her 38G breasts to his lusting gaze.  She heard him gasp and couldn't hold back a slight smile at that.  "Still think the picture was photoshopped?" she asked and ran her hands lightly over her globes.  He shook his head in the negative and if Ms. Americana needed any more evidence, she could find it in the quickly growing bulge in his pants.  Now the heroine did deliberately tease the bastard as she slipped her fingers into the elastic of her bottoms and turning around ever so slowly pulled them down, prolonging his torture as long as she could.  Finally, the bottoms reached a point where gravity had to take over and they slid down her long, powerful legs to pool at her ankles before she stepped out of them.  Turning around to face the Mayor once more, she got another gasp from him as he saw her neatly trimmed landing strip leading down to her pussy.

At the sight of the naked heroine, Mayor Franklin hurriedly stripped off the rest of his clothes, desperate to free his raging hardon from its painful constriction in his shorts.  He gave a sigh of relief when his cock popped into view and he reached out and pulled Ms. Americana onto the bed and quickly positioned himself between her spread legs.  With no further preamble, he rammed his cock home into her pussy and began to madly fuck her as hard, fast and deep as he could.  There was no technique to his thrusting, just an animal need to rut and certainly no consideration for his bed partner.  It only took a couple dozen frantic thrusts and then he moaned as he began to empty his balls into the finest pussy he had ever felt, though it was more like someone who had bought a two thousand dollar bottle of wine and guzzling it down in a few seconds without taking the time to savour it.

"More," croaked the Mayor when he finally pulled his cock out of the heroine and shoved it into her face.

"I am sorry, but you need to authorize further charges first," replied Ms. Americana coolly and despite the situation, got some measure of pleasure in watching the idiot frantically using the remote she offered him to do that.  Once the payment had been processed, she took the remote back, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the mayor's cock, tasting his cum and her juices mixed together on it.

* * *

Green Spectre saw Gloria MacDougal come out of the dining room and enter what the heroine was already thinking of as the ‘Hall of Shame' and prayed to any deity who might be listening that the publisher of the Rattler tabloid didn't stop at her door.  Apparently all of the gods were busy doing something else because the red haired woman paused in front of Green Spectre and looked her up and down with a smirk on her face.  "I always thought you heroines were a bunch of whores, but I never expected you to go so public with it."

Green Spectre bit back several responses that had come to mind, including at least one that would have given away her secret identity as Axanna Morgan, the owner and publisher of the respectable Delta City Times-/Tribune.  "Is there something I can do for you Ms. MacDougal?" she asked in the sweetest tone she could manage and mentally cringed awaiting the answer.

"Why yes, I do believe there is," laughed Gloria and she selected the Oral Sex option from the menu and entered in her credit card information.

"As you wish," Green Spectre managed to choke out and took the redhead into her cabin.  Gloria wasted no time in moving to the bed and beginning to strip while gesturing impatiently for the heroine to do the same.  The tabloid publisher lay on her back on the bed and opened her legs wide in invitation.  "Now hurry up and get licking," she ordered.

Well, at least she is a natural redhead, thought Green Spectre with little humour as she took in the vivid red bush that matched the woman's hair colour as she crouched between Gloria's thighs.  Just pretend it is someone you don't hate and get it over with, she advised herself and bent her head to run her tongue over the engorged labia of the other woman.  Green Spectre heard Gloria moan with pleasure and felt some obscure pleasure of her own at having produced that sound from the bitch.  Damn Aphrodite gene thinks this is fun, she thought as her tongue and lips sought out Gloria's clit and closed around it.

"Holy fuck that feels good," gasped Gloria and she wrapped her legs around Green Spectre's head and pulled the heroine tighter against her pussy.  "Be a good little super slut and make me cum!"  With no other option available to her, Green Spectre set to work to do precisely that and some ten minutes later had her reward as Gloria gushed her juices all over her face and into her mouth.  At least she tastes a lot better than her personality, thought the heroine as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the other woman's nectar.

* * *

Night Raven felt an even more visceral horror than Green Spectre when she saw Commissioner Borden enter the hallway looking over the still available heroines.  What was she going to do if her own father stopped in front of her and wanted to pay for her services?  It is not hot, she firmly told her Aphrodite gene powered body.

Commissioner Borden hesitated as he approached Night Raven.  He had always thought the blonde to be damn hot, but in the past he had tried to refrain from ogling her like his men did for reasons he could never explain, but only felt at a gut level.  Maybe though this was the time to conquer that particular demon and sample that luscious body of hers.  He was about to do precisely that when Got Gal stepped towards him and pulled up her top to expose her huge set of melons almost in his face.

"How about you come give these babies a ride?" Got Gal cooed at him.  She had seen the look of horror on Night Raven's face and knew the reason behind it which had made her step forward and offer her own body as a decoy.  The thought of sleeping with Commissioner Borden repelled her, but at least he wasn't her father.  The Police Commissioner gazed at Got Gals ripe orbs and was lost.  He half stumbled over to her door and selected Titty Fuck from the list and authorized the money without even reading the prices.

"Ok then sugar, let's go slide your dick between my titties shall we?" said Got Gal  in her sexiest voice and despite her disgust at the proposed event, she felt her damn pussy begin to get wet.  Once inside her cabin, she wasted no time in being squeamish and pulled off her costume and played with her boobs as Borden undressed.  With a growl, he pushed the heroine onto her back on the bed and slipped is throbbing cock between her breasts.

"Oh baby, that feels so good," murmured Got Gal, who was only half lying at this point and she grabbed a boob in each hand and wrapped them around Commissioner Borden's cock.  "Mmm, now fuck my girls and cum all over them," Got Gal encouraged the man, but he hardly needed encouragement as he began to thrust his cock in and out of the soft valley between the heroine's large boobs.

"Damn, this feels good," gasped Borden as he slid his cock back and forth between Got Gal's soft mounds until he couldn't hold back any longer and he began to gush all over them with his warm spunk.

"That's it baby, paint my tits with your cum," encouraged Got Gal and when her chest was a sticky mess, she reached for the remote and asked if Borden would like any more of her services.

* * *

Night Raven had been so relieved at Got Gal's intervention to save her from an incestuous encounter that she barely registered the identity of the man who now stopped in front of her.  It was only when he had selected Ass Fuck from the obscene price list that Night Raven realized it was Police Chief Hawk.  As someone who had always wanted the Delta City PD to be so much better than it actually was, Night Raven despised Hawk and his misogynistic and corrupt ways, but what could she do about it with so much at stake?

"I am really looking forward to giving this a good workout," smirked Hawk as he reached around the heroine and grabbed her ass with one hand.

Well, one asshole deserves another, thought Night Raven wryly as she forced herself to smile up at the bastard and let him grope her ass.  She turned to go into her cabin and felt him pressing his erection against her ass as he followed close behind her.

"I always thought old Borden was too lenient on you sluts and you in particular," commented Hawk as he grabbed Night Raven's costume and ripped it from her body.  "There that's much better," he said watching her boobs bounce back and forth as they were released.  "I might be compelled to have women on my force, but the real place for sluts like you is in my bed, so get on your hands and knees and get ready for the ride of your life."

Night Raven wished she could just kick the bastard in the nuts, but instead she got on the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube from the night stand where someone had conveniently left it and poured a liberal amount onto her fingers.  She worked the lube into her ass while Hawk stripped and then wondered why she had bothered when she saw the size of his cock.  Ride of her life?  Hah!  She had been fucked by the Aberration, Lord Power, the Bilbo Brothers and other assorted hung super villains, so the small five incher the police chief threatened her with felt like the equivalent of attacking another country armed with water pistols.   Still, she supposed it wouldn't do to let Hawk know this, she made herself put on a suitable impressed look and watch nervously over her shoulder as Hawk got into position behind her.

"Ok, bitch take this," he snarled and rammed his cock home into her ass.  Maybe I should have brought a book to read, thought Night Raven as the dark haired man thrust in and out of her back door while she barely felt anything.

* * *

Omega Woman recognized the man coming towards her and wished she had the luxury of punching his lights out.  Senator Williams had been on the senate committee that investigated the disgraceful actions of former astronaut Cameron Drake and drummed her out of the space program as morally unfit while ignoring the actions of her male commander in seducing her.

"Hmm, let's just start with a blow job and see how well you can handle that before I waste any more of my money on you," commented Williams as he fussed over the video screen.

I bet the taxpayers are paying for this blowjob, thought Omega Woman as she forced herself to remain smiling and show the asshole  into her cabin where he sat down on the edge of the bed and regarded her like she was a bacteria he had just discovered.  "Take off that costume and then crawl over here," he directed her.  I wonder if he expects me to salute him or something, thought Omega Woman as she stripped under that leering gaze and then got down on her hands and knees.  Her large breasts swayed back and forth as she crawled like an animal over to the bed and forced the smile to stay on her face as she stared up into his cold, grey eyes.

"Now take my cock out whore and get to work with your mouth," ordered THE SENATOR AS HE RELAXED BACK, SUPPORTING HIMSELF WITH HIS HANDS.

"yes, at once sir," replied Omega Woman meekly and her fingers undid his belt and button then reached inside his boxers to pull out his hard cock. She made herself not laugh when she beheld the four inches in all its supposed glory and stuffed it into her mouth.  She just hoped he didn't say something about deep throating him since there just wasn't enough cock to make it to her throat.  She was hardly surprised when after only half a dozen motions of her mouth up and down his shaft that she felt a spurt of cum into her mouth.  The man was always shooting off his mouth prematurely, so it was no shock that he shot off other things prematurely as well.

"Would you like to fuck my pussy now?" she asked Williams holding out the remote.  I might as well give the taxpayers money a good workout, she thought as the senator authorized more money.

* * *

"Oh dear, there is only the black one left," said Edgar Darlington as he and his wife Pamela Winston stopped in front of Lady Midnight.

"Now Edgar, you know in this day and age that black whores matter," said Pamela giggling.  "Isn't that right dear?" she said addressing Lady Midnight

"That is what I always say when I am not eating fried chicken and watermelon,
Replied Lady Midnight and saw the pair nod as if she had actually agreed with them instead of replying sarcastically.  She wondered if Edgar knew that Pamela had been a whore herself and one that Lady Midnight had busted on more than one occasion, not for whoring which had been often legal in Delta City, but for robbing her clients.  Lady Midnight doubted Edgar knew about Pamela's past or he wouldn't have let the gold digger get her pick axe into him, but most certainly Pamela remembered her and was enjoying getting her own back.

What do you think we should choose dear?" asked Edgar as he looked the price list over.

"Oh just be a dear and check them all off," replied Pamela.  "If that isn't enough, we can always purchase some more, or at least the stockholders of your company can pay for more."

"I did save a fair bit of money when I downsized ten thousand people last month," agreed Edgar as he checked off all the options and presented his company Platinum Plus credit card for payment.

I am really going to have to look into Edgar's financial dealings when this is over, thought Lady Midnight a few minutes later as she lay on her back naked with Edgar's cock pumping in and out of her pussy.  Looking up suddenly at a sound, the room light was eclipsed by Pamela's pussy as the fake blonde lowered her cunt onto the heroine's face and ordered her to eat her out.  Lady Midnight extended her tongue and probed deep into Pamela's wet pussy while the bitch reached down to pull and tug painfully at the heroine's hard nipples.

* * *

Poseidon frowned at his conch shell horn and gave it a shake.  It had always worked perfectly before, but then it had been two thousand years since he had last used it, so maybe it was broken.  Well then, if the Kraken wouldn't come to Poseidon, then Poseidon would go to the Kraken.  The god snapped his fingers and an instant later, he was in one of the deepest sections of the Pacific Ocean standing right in front of the Kraken.  A Kraken was mostly an overgrown octopus with some spikes added for effect and a more whale like mouth that could swallow even that big cruise ship whole.

"Did you not hear my call?" demanded Poseidon holding up his conch shell.

The Kraken with an effort managed to focus one enormous eye, the size of a house on Poseidon.  "Oh it's you," rumbled the creature.  "I thought it was your horn, but I haven't heard it in a couple thousand years."

"I've been away," replied Poseidon defensively, "but that still doesn't give you the right to refuse the orders of the king of the sea."

The Kraken shrugged which sent waves rippling out for hundreds of miles.  "Times have changed.  I've been in movies.  I've become a pop culture icon.  They named a hockey team after me now and the royalty deal I got was pretty good.  It pays for Amazon Prime, Disney Plus, HBO, the whole works and I don't have to go around threatening cities anymore.  That was a real pain. Between the heroes trying to cut my head off  and the civil law suits, it was a nightmare.  No, I'm well out of the whole ‘Release the Kraken' and devour everything business."

"As lord of the seven seas, I demand you listen to me and attack that cruise ship," yelled Poseidon.

"Yeah, well talk to my agent and if I am compensated well enough, I will see if I can fit it into my schedule," replied the Kraken who turned its attention back the iPad it held carefully in one giant appendage.  "Now if you don't mind, I was trying to watch the latest remake of Dune.  I am cheering for the sand worms."

"Fine," growled Poseidon.  "I will do it myself then.  A little level seven hurricane ought to do it," and the sea god snapped his fingers again to return to his previous position near Delta City.  He stretched out his arms wide in a dramatic gesture and began to summon the greatest hurricane ever seen on Earth to do is bidding.

* * *

, there is something more going on here than what we know.  I don't believe the heroines just volunteered to become whores without a good reason," said Captain Stubbing as he stood with Dr. Koppell and Julie McKay on the bridge.  There was no good reason for him to be there with the ship anchored, but his cabin was too near that of the ones housing the heroines for his comfort. 

"Yeah, but what is it," replied Dr. Koppell who had seen the pricelist the heroines had set and regretfully decided he couldn't afford those rates.

"Maybe this explains it," panted Virginia who came running onto the bridge holding a piece of paper.  "I was given envelopes to deliver to the heroines just before Tamara's message and whatever was in them sure made them react.  I waited until they left and found this note."

The captain took the note and read it then passed it on to Dr. Koppell and Julie.  "This is fucking great," growled the captain.

"What can we do though?" asked Julie.  "We aren't exactly a match for those couple dozen goons down below and all communications are out."

"All electronic communication," corrected Captain Stubbing with a gleam in his eye.  He turned to a crewman who was standing nearby, "raise the bravo signal flag."  The man looked puzzled, but saluted and hurried off.

"I'm just a simple ship's doctor," said Dr. Koppell, "what does that mean?"

"It is an international maritime code that allows ships to communicate that goes back a few hundred years," explained the captain.  "Each letter has a specific meaning, sometimes in conjunction with numbers to indicate things like speed or position.  I am betting those thugs have no clue that such a thing exists let alone what the flags mean."

"So, what does the bravo flag indicate?" asked Julie  "You can't say much with one letter can you?"

"Bravo means a ship is taking on dangerous goods," replied Stubbing, "and for British warships it explicitly meant explosives.  I am hoping someone who knows that will see it and realize a cruise ship is not normally going to be carrying explosives and get the message to someone who can help us.  It's not much, but it is all I can think of to do."

"If it works and we get out of this alive, I will buy you the most expensive steak dinner in Delta City," promised Dr. Koppell.

"And I will provide a very special desert," purred Julie. Who ignored the shocked look on her daughter's face.

"That had better be tiramisu," grinned Captain Stubbing or my wife back in Newfoundland is going to keelhaul me."

* * *

Poseidon gestured dramatically towards the sky and then the surface of the ocean and nothing happened.  At least not the massive hurricane he had intended to summon, though he did get a few decent waves that a surfer might have appreciated.  Suddenly behind him, he herd a soft, chittering sound and spun around to see a pair of dolphins rising above the surface to make the noise and it seemed to him that they were laughing.  They were laughing at the lord of the sea and Poseidon's face began to turn an interesting shade of purple that in a mortal probably would have been a prelude to a stroke or heart attack.

"Having problems?"

Poseidon swung back around to see a young, blonde haired female in the water not far from him.  Her skin had some of the sleek gray colour of the dolphins and she seemed as much at home in the ocean as the dolphins or himself.

"Who the hades are you and what are you talking about?" Poseidon demanded.

"My name is Dolphin Woman or Ellen if you prefer," replied the blonde with a smile.  "I am a friend of Ms. Americana and she asked me to keep an eye on the cruise ship.  From the looks of things, you were planning something dramatic that didn't pan out I take it."

"I was trying to summon a storm to sink that ship and the demons on it," replied Poseidon loftily.  "I don't know why it didn't work," he added in a more normal tone.

"Beats me," replied Dolphin Woman, "but it has probably been a while since you tried something like that and the earth and the oceans have changed a lot since then.  Magnetic poles have shifted, sea levels are different, the whole global warming or climate change thing has happened.  It might take you a while to figure out all that stuff and do the things you used to do.  Frankly, it's a good thing you couldn't since there are quite a few innocent, or relatively innocent," she amended thinking of some of the guests, "aboard that ship."

"Bah, what does Poseidon care about the lives of mere mortals?" asked the king of the sea.

"Not much it seems and that sort of tallies with what I remember of Greek mythology," agreed Dolphin Woman.  "Times are changing old man, and if you want to live in the present, you need to change with them."

"Insolent wench," roared Poseidon.  "First the damn Kraken mouthed off to me and now a mortal female!  What next?  Will the lobsters and crabs rise up in revolt against their rightful master?"

"I might if I was a lobster and had to deal with you," retorted Dolphin Woman.  "Anyway, from what I was told, Zeus told you to play nice and I believe the actual quote from him was something along the lines of he would blast a thunderbolt up your ass if you didn't.  So, come along with me and let's see if we can figure out what to do."

The girl turned her back on Poseidon and accompanied by the two chittering dolphins swam away.  After a few seconds hesitation and not knowing what else to do, Poseidon scowled at the uncaring ocean and followed her.  They only went a little ways to a small boat with the name "Grey Lady" painted proudly on the bow.  Dolphin Woman hauled herself aboard and when she turned around, she saw Poseidon stepping onto the deck.  The lord of the oceans did not believe in things like swim suits and so was quite naked with his semi-hard cock swinging proudly between his legs.

"Hmm, you might not be totally useless after all," muttered Dolphin Woman as she regarded the large member before giving her head a shake.  She picked up a pair of binoculars and doing her best to ignore Poseidon's cock, she trained them on the cruise ship.  "That's odd," she declared after a few minutes and then passed the binoculars to Poseidon.

"What is?" Poseidon asked reluctantly a few minutes later after not seeing anything unusual with the mortal's device.

"That single bravo flag on the pole," explained Dolphin Woman.  "It means they are loading dangerous goods such as explosives and to stay clear.  There is no way a cruise ship would be doing that."

"So what?" replied Poseidon truculently with his arms crossed over his massive chest.

"It means you stay here and don't try calling up any more storms while I investigate," replied Dolphin Woman as she slipped over the side and was gone.

* * *

After finishing with Mayor Franklin, or to be more accurate after he had finished with her, Ms. Americana cleaned herself up and briefly contemplated her future.  All she could see, however, was a long line of johns who were waiting for her to suck their cocks or to fuck them and that was a very depressing vision.  Her only hope were the few meager steps she had taken before boarding this damned ship.  With a heartfelt sigh, she went to the door and opened it to see if she had any clients waiting.  There were several people wandering the corridor and she blinked in surprise when she saw what was surely Bishop Mahoney cupping Night Raven's ass as she led him into her cabin.

"Um, excuse me ma'am,"

Ms. Americana turned to see a young man with dark, unruly hair in a ship's steward uniform staring at her.  It was only then that Ms. Americana realized she had not bothered to put her costume back on and she was still naked.  Despite this, she managed to summon up much of her normal hauteur and arched an eyebrow at the impudent male.  "Yes?" she asked coolly. 

"Er, my name is Gainer and I'm the Chief Steward of the Queen," stumbled the man who was having a problem taking his eyes off her massive, heaving tits as an erection was clearly forming in his pants.  "Ms. McKay and the Captain sent me to make sure you had everything you needed.  According to my records, your cabin is short of towels, and he held up the stack of towels he was carrying."

"There are plenty …," Ms. Americana began and saw the man wink at her and hurriedly changed what she had been planning to say as she saw a frowning Tamara watching them from the end of the corridor.  "It seems I will need plenty more towels from the looks of things."

"I better check out the other supplies then," replied Gainer who walked a bit stiffly due to his little boner problem into the cabin, followed by the heroine.  Once inside he made a show of putting the fresh towels in the bathroom and checking supplies.  "I think everything else is ok," he finally announced and turned to leave.

"Wait a second," said Ms. Americana, "you deserve a tip for your excellent service."  The heroine was pretty sure her cabin was bugged with both video and audio and she hoped the man had come for some better reason than bringing more towels, but just needed a way to do so without arousing suspicion.  Well, considering the situation and the reputation of the heroines at the moment, she doubted anyone would be suspicious of what she was going to do.  Ms. Americana dropped to her knees in front of Gainer and before he could protest, though he likely had no such protest in mind, she undid his pants and pulled his erect cock into view.  She slipped it into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down on it, all the while looking up to make eye contact with the steward.  She saw him wink again and nod then rest his hands on her head and let himself enjoy the best blowjob he had ever had.  

Gainer almost blew his load when Ms. Americana pulled his cock from her mouth and let it rest on her face, glistening with precum and saliva while she sucked on his balls, one at a time, but he grimly hung on.  He knew this was likely a once in a lifetime opportunity and despite the danger, he wanted to enjoy it as much and as long as he could.  He finally did lose it a few minutes later when the dark haired beauty took his rod all the way down her throat again with her tongue dancing along the underside.  He found himself gripping the sides of her head hard as he poured his cum straight down her throat into her stomach and he barely remembered in time when he helped her to her feet to slip the heroine the note from Captain Stubbing.

When the steward had gone, Ms. Americana went back into the bathroom  and pretended to reorganize the towels using them to hide the slip of paper as she read it.

"Dolphin Woman contacted us and knows about the explosives.  She has a plan to get rid of them.  I will blow the ship's horn twice when it is clear.  Gainer will deliver more towels to the others as well.  Captain Stubbing."

Ms. Americana smiled in relief, but then the smile faded.  It would take some time for whatever Dolphin Woman had planned and in the meantime, she still had to play the part of a prostitute.  Opening her cabin door, she found Councillor Boris Picket leering at her.  She glanced at the video display and saw he had paid for a Titty Fuck.  "Why do come in and let me look after that," she said brightly and forced a smile on her face.

* * *

Poseidon leaned against the rail of the small boat and continued to glower his disapproval to the world, not that anyone seemed to be paying much attention.  The blonde girl had returned and then jabbered into the radio thing about something called explosives and oil which he didn't give a damn about.  He did admit to himself that the girl was nice enough looking and that wet, tight swimming suit did little to hide the body under it and he would have just ravished her then and there, but he was pretty sure Zeus would follow up on his thunderbolt threat if he did that.  Poseidon snorted, it was all fine and good for Zeus to change himself into every kind of beast and fuck mortal wenches, but now he was prohibiting him from doing that.  He was still contemplating the total unfairness of this when suddenly a new figure appeared on the deck of the ship from out of thin air.  The newcomer was dark haired and wore a skimpy outfit that made the swim suit Dolphin Woman wore look like full body armour in comparison.  She was also clutching a staff with a skull at the end and Poseidon got the impression the skull was looking at him as keenly s the woman.

"Hello Poseidon, it has been a while," said the dark haired woman.

"Do I know you?" asked Poseidon as he studied the woman  more carefully, meaning he raised his eyes from her boobs to her face.

"You did once," smiled Hexanna.  "A little party in Athens a little over two thousand years ago.  We went for a long, private walk in the garden together."

The memory of that party and that walk in the garden came back to the sea god and he smiled.  "Yes, I remember you now.  We found a spot among some olive trees and you let me plant my staff in your delicious pussy.  I think you were a novice sorceress at the time. Octavia?"

"Hexanna," corrected the sorceress.  "Octavia was the maid  who joined us later to make it a threesome."

Poseidon nodded.  "Well good to see you again," he said with a smile.  "Hopefully we can renew our acquaintance more fully," and his eyes first went to his hardening cock and then back to Hexanna's large breasts.

"Perhaps," allowed the sorceress with a smile and then turned to face a smirking Dolphin Woman.

"Maybe I can take the place of Octavia," said Dolphin Woman, "but first we have a little problem to deal with."  Can you teleport out the explosives?"

Hexanna frowned and drew on the power of her staff then nodded.  "Yes, those guards you mentioned are really demons disguised by illusion and their presence lets me pinpoint the explosive charges."

"Ok, give me a few minutes to get back to the Queen and then make the explosives go poof," said Ellen as she prepared to dive back into the water.  "I suspect as soon as the explosives disappear, the demons will know something is up and probably just start killing people because they can.  I will leave Raz and Taz here," she gestured to the two dolphins.  "When you do your hocus pocus, they will send me a signal that only I can hear.  I will alert the captain and he said he has arranged for a way to relay an all clear to Ms. Americana and the others who will then have to deal with the demons."

"Got it," replied Hexanna, "be careful."

‘I will," answered Dolphin Woman.  "The demons aren't watching for a single swimmer like me, just for boats and stuff.  That was how I managed to slip aboard the first time and talk to the Captain.  It's kind of funny, but this is the second time there has been a problem on that ship I had to deal with."

"I will go with you," declared Poseidon pushing himself off the railing.  It suddenly was important for him to be seen as someone useful and not the nuisance they had been treating him as.  When the blonde looked skeptical, he went on.  "Girl, I've been dealing with demons before your remotest ancestors were born."

"Fine," said Dolphin Woman with a roll of her eyes.  "Try and keep up."  With that she dived into the water and was gone.  Poseidon dived in after her and barely managed to catch up to her before they reached the cruise ship.

"Stay here until you hear the ship's horn blast twice and then you can do whatever you like to any demons onboard," said Dolphin woman before climbing up a dangling rope to the deck.  

* * *

Lady Midnight watched with disgust as Craig Button, the president of the Delta City Chamber of Commerce fucked her boobs.  He gave a cry and shot a thick load of white jizz over her brown tits and she found it rather ironic.  As Assistant DA Angela Greer, she was investigating Button's chemical company for illegal dumping of toxic waste into the bay and here he was discharging his own personal version on her.  Suddenly, Lady Midnight heard two blasts of the ship's whistle and smiled, something Button took for pleasure at being used as his cum dump.  With a growled "at last" the heroine shoved her client off her and bolted for her cabin door.  She didn't bother with looking for her costume since she knew there wasn't time, so it was with Buttons spunk still drying on her face and breasts that she exited her cabin and saw the other five heroines emerge with the same lack of clothing.

"Get them," yelled Ms. Americana unnecessarily as that was the primary thought of all of them.

Tamara looked up startled when the naked heroines emerged and seeing the fire in their eyes, didn't waste time standing there wondering what was going on.  She shoved past the handful of guards / demons she had positioned there and made a run for it.   There were screams from the other passengers as the demons dropped their human disguises and suddenly there were scaled and clawed beings of various colours and sizes attacking anyone human.  Unfortunately, for the demons, they had six very pissed off heroines to deal with.  A naked Ms. Americana, except for her power belt, smashed a fist into the largest of the demons and sent him flying.  Another demon seemed paralyzed, more with lust than fright, as a naked Got Gal with her large tits bouncing back and forth pommelled him to the deck with half a dozen punches.  Omega Woman might have been mistaken for one of the Greek goddesses as the huge breasted blonde grabbed a demon in each hand and smashed them together.  Powerful kicks from Lady Midnight, Night Raven and Green Spectre thudded home with the force shaped to the point of a high heel in some cases.

More demons poured up from the holds now that the threat of the explosives had been removed and threw themselves into the fight that now spilled out onto the deck of the ship.  Dolphin Woman punched one of the demons then looked around as several more came at her, but before they could reach her, a huge hand composed of water reached out and grabbed half a dozen of the demons and drew them screaming over the side of the ship and down into the ocean depths.

"I still got it!" boomed the voice of Poseidon, and the few surviving demons vanished in bursts of flame.  A search of the ship, however, turned up no trace of Tamara, much to the disappointment of the heroines.

"Please take my jacket," said Captain Stubbing when he and the other crew members arrived at the site of the battle's end where a naked Ms. Americana stood with her titanic breasts heaving wildly and her baby blues blazing with the desire to punch something else for her humiliation.  She looked down at her cum crusted body, blushed and mutely accepted the captain's jacket to cover herself until she could retrieve her costume from her cabin.  It at least covered her boobs and her ass as long as she didn't make any sudden movements, she thought ruefully.  Other crewmen, perhaps more reluctantly than the captain, handed over their jackets to the other heroines, though it was a toss up as to whether the reluctance came from the covering of such delectable bodies or from the laundering that would be needed since the women were all covered in cum.

"If any of you require a medical examination, I am available in sickbay," said Dr. Koppell hopefully.

* * *

Fly Woman peered out of the alley into the dark nighttime streets of New York and tried to think.  The odds of her stumbling across the one person in this huge city that she was looking for made winning a lottery look like a sure thing.  The only thing she could think of was that whoever or whatever had sent her on this fool's errand hadn't just plopped her down willy nilly in New York and maybe she could make the assumption that her quarry was at least somewhere in this general area of the city.  It was a big assumption and not one she could point to any evidence to support it, but it was all she had.  Now what to do next?  She looked down at her uniform and didn't see how it would help her , even in New York which was known for having its share of eccentric people.  That's when she noticed a third button on her belt that she could have sworn wasn't there before.  One button activated her 360 degree "fly vision" and the second one allowed her to defy gravity and hover, though seemingly not actually fly which made her hero name even dumber in her opinion.  She pressed the third button and her costume vanished, though thankfully she was not naked.  The black bikini had been replaced by a pair of jeans and the top was a nice silver blouse, nothing too fancy so it wouldn't stand out.  The outfit didn't seem to come with bra or panties, so it looked like she would have to go commando and when she checked under the jeans, she still wore the same pair of knee high silver boots.  Ok, she could live with this.  In the pocket of her jeans she found half a dozen twenty dollar bills and a cheap cell phone.  When she checked the phone, she discovered it had one picture of a young blonde teen.  Assumption time again, she thought, this must be Karla Richards.  So armed, Fly Woman or Vanessa Wilson set out into the wilds of New York.

Three hours later, things were starting to look up.  People were now actively trying to kill her.  That shouldn't make her happy, but  it did show she might be on the right trail.  Fly Woman had systematically began to search the area around the alley she had been deposited in, showing the picture to bartenders, hookers and anyone else she came across.  She had drawn a big fat goose egg until she came into Leers, which she had hoped was the owner's last name, but from the looks she got from some of the patrons, she severely doubted that.  The bartender, a large bald man, allowed that the girl in the picture looked a little familiar and suggested she check in the back room with the boys playing pool there.  The reaction of the boys was immediately hostile which Fly Woman belatedly thought it meant the bartender had probably set her up.  That was how she ended up surrounded by a dozen rough looking men brandishing knives, chains and other assorted household goods that if improperly used could be quite lethal.
 
*  * *

Some Epilogues …

The Grey Lady rocked back and forth on the surface of an ocean that was too calm to account for the rocking.

"Oh yeah, fuck me with that big cock old man," panted Dolphin Woman, her gray swimsuit  costume discarded on the deck and on her hands and knees being fucked hard doggy style.

"You are still an insolent disrespectful mortal wench," growled Poseidon as he gave the heroine's ass a hard slap, "but I am willing to overlook your shortcomings, because you have a truly wonderful pussy."

Near the boat, Raz and Taz chittered and laughed as they rose out of the water to watch.

"Oh, I see you started without me," came Hexanna's voice as she reappeared on the deck of the boat and regarded the energetic coupling in front of her.

"Started, but not finished," moaned Dolphin Woman as Hexanna began to strip after leaning her staff where it could get a good view of the proceedings as per her agreement with it.

* * *

"Are you sure your mother is ok with this?" asked Dr. Koppell as he watched Virginia make his cock disappear into her mouth. As she knelt in front of him in sickbay.  The change in plans and the arrival of the heroines had interrupted his schedule and he had just gotten back around to carrying out physicals on the new crew members.

"Uh huh," replied Virginia in a muffled voice thanks to the cock in her mouth.   She decided that she needed clearer speech and slipped the doctor's cock from her mouth, but continued to stroke the long, slippery tool as she looked up at him.  "Mom said your regular physicals were an important part of good health.  She also said we might do our physicals together the next time."  With that, Virginia slipped Dr. Koppell's cock back in her mouth and tried not to laugh at the choking sounds coming from above her.

* * *

"We can cut out the fight scene at the end where the heroines kill all the demon guards," said Tamara looking nervously up at Mephistopheles.  She was lying on her back on his desk while he hammered his large, crimson cock into her pussy and watching the final cut of the cruise ship video.

"Nah," replied Mephistopheles as he grabbed one of her tits hard in each red clawed hand and squeezed.  "Sex and violence go together naturally, you should know that by now.  We got lots of great video of those heroines fucking and sucking and the fight is just the cherry on top the sundae."  There was a low rumble of thunder that shook the room.  "That's a sundae with ice cream," yelled the demon and the thunder stopped.  "Bloody censors are everywhere," he continued and then concentrated on the task at hand again of railing the dumb slut who he knew still dreamed of somehow one day escaping this place.  Well, fat chance of that, he thought as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and began to shoot his load all over her face and breasts.


The End