Gods vs. Demons Part Nine:  Frat House Fun  
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 knows how to use it!

* * *

"The next order of business," said Trent Booker, President of Delta City University, "is a presentation by Ms. Tamara Richards, regarding the reinstatement of the Alpha Delta fraternity house."  The President sat back in his chair and looked towards the good looking blonde who had asked to address the university's executive council.

"Thank-you Chairman Booker," said Tamara as she looked around the table.  She smiled, noting that most of the board members were in the process of removing their eyes from her cleavage which had served as the warm-up act just as she had planned.  There was certainly no bra under her low cut blouse and she could see some of them almost holding their breath in anticipation of any sudden movement that would surely pop out a nipple.  "Ladies and gentlemen, the Alpha Delta fraternity was closed down a number of years ago due to some unfortunate circumstances…,"

"The president of the fraternity stole all the money and buggered off to Hawaii," put in the VP of Finance.

"Multiple allegations of date rape by fraternity members," added the VP of Student Affairs.

"Pretty much a drunken riot every weekend," noted the VP of security.

"Never proved of course, but there was talk of Satanic worship," interjected the VP of Ethics.

"Health and safety violations," chimed in the VP of Health and Medical Services.

"They never cut the grass and the weeds were three feet tall," added the VP of Administration.

Several others were stirring to add to the list of problems, so Tamara raised her voice to carry over them and went on.  "Yes, I am certain that there were some minor issues in the past, but my employers feel it is time to turn a new leaf and reignite the flames of brotherhood and fraternity."

"I think there were several fires there too," added the VP of Marketing who had felt inspired by Tamara's words.

"Just who are your employers Ms. Richards?" asked Booker.  "Your briefing notes made no reference to their name."

"That was a deliberate omission on my part," said Tamara.  "Mention of their name in a proposal like this tends to cause harmful speculation that can drive up land prices among other things."

"Surely, you can't expect this university to approve something like this without the name of the sponsoring company?" replied Booker.

Tamara made a show of hesitating and biting her lip as if in difficult deliberations when she was really trying hard not to laugh in the man's face. She knew from its past record, the only thing this board cared about was securing large amounts of money without any regard as to where it came from with the hope that some of that money would fall into their personal pockets along the way.  "Well, perhaps I can give you a hint," she said at last with a sigh that did cause a nipple to peek out briefly.  "My employers are very closely associated with a famous river."

The Mississippi?" asked the VP of Marketing who had been late to the conversation with his fire comments.  Booker leaned over and whispered something in the man's ear which made the man frown.  "I thought they just sold books?"  There was more whispering and a light bulb finally went on for the man, though it appeared to be a rather low wattage model.

"Just why are your employers interested in reopening this fraternity,?" Booker asked Tamara.

Again Tamara made a show of hesitating and thinking.  "I wouldn't want this to get around, you understand …," she let her voice trail off and waited until she got nods of understanding from all the board members who were busy congratulating themselves on their acuity.  "The thing is, we anticipate a situation in which a number of our executives with college age children might need to relocate to Delta City in the near future and a place like the alpha Delta fraternity would be a huge plus."

"Ah, I see," said Booker who made a mental note to start buying up all the likely real estate he could in the very near future.  Since his greed quotient was rather high, however, he decided to see what else he could get.  "Why should this board though bring back the Alpha Delta fraternity considering its past record?"

"I do believe Delta City University is considering the building of a new aquatic center with two Olympic sized swimming pools?" asked Tamara and got a hopeful nod from Booker in return.  "My employers would consider a donation of say fifty million to the project."

That is very generous of your employers," replied Booker.

"As I said though," went on Tamara, "my employers don't want news of their involvement leaking out prematurely.  To facilitate this, we would place 62 million dollars in a numbered account that would then be turned over to the university."

Booker frowned.  "I'm sorry, but there seems to be a discrepancy in your statements.  You mentioned a donation of 50 million and yet you talked about 62 million."

"That's right," replied Tamara.  "The account would have an extra 12 million in it in excess of the announced contribution."   Once more she smiled and looked around at the 12 board members.

"I don't get it," said the VP of Marketing who clearly wasn't keeping up and couldn't do simple graft math.  Once again, Booker leaned forward and whispered in his ear for several seconds.  "A million for each of us?" asked the man who then said "ouch" as Booker kicked him hard in the shins under the table.

"All those in favour of accepting the offer outlined by Ms. Richards and reopening Alpha Delta house under her management, please say aye, called Booker. There were eleven
"AYES" in rapid succession from around the table.  "Motion carried," he proclaimed with a bang of his gavel and started to thank Tamara for coming when she held up a hand to stop him.

"Oh silly me, I forgot one little detail," she said.  "To celebrate the reopening, Alpha Delta would like to hold a little party."

"Oh?" asked Booker, feeling like maybe he had been a little hasty in approving the request, but still not wanting to jeopardize his money.

"It's really no big deal," said Tamara, "but after um past negatively viewed events, such a party has to be approved by this council.  It would mean so much to the boys who are planning the reopening."

"Um, well that should be ok then," replied Booker uncertainly and the other board members nodded in agreement, at least those that weren't too busy recalculating their bank balances.

* * *

Red Sonja stumbled through the portal and pitched forward onto soft grass, finally detaching Hercules's cock from her ass and she felt a trickle of his cum run down her leg.  Getting to her feet, Sonja looked around and did her best to ignore Hercules and his still semi hard dick and the huge smile plastered on his face.  They appeared to be at the edge of a field with a dirt road close at hand stretching off into the distance in both directions.  "Any ideas on which way to go?" she asked the demi-god.   "From what Mrs. Wong told us, we have to find the spot that acts as a gateway to Hades, but she couldn't give us any specific directions since apparently this place can change and there are an infinite number of portals to an infinite number of domains.  The spell used is supposed to bring travelers to a point fairly near the portal they are seeking, but close could mean anything from a few yards to several miles."

Hercules frowned and turned around in a full circle, his cock looking like some kind of obscene divining rod.  Finally, he stopped and pointed to the left down the road.  "My godly senses say that is the way to go."

Sonja looked skeptical, but it beat tossing a coin that she didn't have.  Mrs. Wong said that nothing could come through the portal except items that were specially enchanted which meant that both she and Hercules were naked.  They both had the chains around their necks with the purple jewels that Apollo had given them and Sonja could still feel her sword on her hip even if she couldn't see it.  "Let's get moving then," she said and when she looked at Hercules, she saw his cock was getting hard again.

Hercules saw where her eyes were trained and smirked at her.  "I cannot help it fair Sonja, my cock has a will of its own when it beholds a wench as busty and lovely as thee."

"then I suggest you find a blindfold for your cock," retorted Sonja as she started off down the road, "because I would think walking with that thing erect is going to be a challenge even for a god."

Hercules shrugged and fell into step beside her.  "The mighty Hercules is up to any challenge.  Have I told you of my exploits starting with the slaying of the giant lion of Nemia?"

"Too many times," growled Sonja and as she had expected, Hercules began to regale her with his mighty deeds as they walked.  Sonja had thought she would never miss Conan, but at least the barbarian had not gone on and on about his prowess with weapons and women.  In fact, he had normally done little more when they journeyed together than to grunt now and then and ogle her boobs.  Goddess, she miss that now. 

* * *

"Have you two heard about the big party at Alpha Delta?" asked Jessica Lockheart aka Amazing Babe as she put her tray down on the table in the campus dining room."

"No, we've both been sequestered in a convent for the last year," replied Carla Rogers aka Shield sarcastically.

"What I don't understand is how they got the place fixed up and filled with students so quickly," said Yumi Wong / Azure Angel.  Unlike the other two, she had been in the fraternity house recently as it had been where she had been taking advanced ninja training and the place had needed plenty of work.

"Well, if the rumours are true about Google backing it, they have plenty of money and can get things done in a hurry," said Jessica as she started in on her salad and the only thing on her tray.  "I mean this isn't Sunnydale where anything unusual is a sure sign of demonic activity."

"No, it's Delta City," agreed Yumi, "which is way worse than Sunnydale."

"Google?" said Carla.  "I thought it was supposed to be Facebook behind the whole thing."

Jessica shrugged and the tectonic movement of her breasts in her low cut top caused at least three male watchers at nearby tables to have embarrassing accidents in their pants.  "All I know is that nothing is going to keep me from the party of the year."

* * *

Lydia Willis, otherwise known to the world as Flag Girl, stared intently at her computer screen.  "Oh yeah, that's it, do it to her you bastard," she moaned and with one hand rubbed her clit and with the other groped and played with her breasts.  She was supposed to be doing her history essay, but that wasn't due for a whole three days yet, so there was plenty of time to start on it.  She wasn't sure how she was supposed to write ten thousand words on the Crusades, but figured Wikipedia would be a big help.  She was also a little uncertain what Billy Graham had to do with medieval history, but that too could wait.  She had found a new hot video sight that specialized in superheroine porn.  Among the titles featuring Wonder Woman, Bat Girl and others, she had found "Ms. Americana Goes Down" and hadn't been able to resist checking it out.  The actress playing Ms. Americana was amazingly similar in appearance to her mentor, though maybe her boobs weren't quite as big.  There wasn't much of a plot to it, but that wasn't really the point.  In the video, Ms. Americana tries to stop a guy robbing some mansion and in a totally improbable set of events, he manages to knock her out, strip her naked and fuck her brains out.  The look of horror on the actress's face when she came to and found herself naked and being fucked had been hilarious and so realistic.  Just as it looked like the man was about to pull out and cum all over the woman's face, the computer beeped to indicate an incoming video call from someone.  "Fuck," muttered Lydia and paused the video before answering the call which the notification said came from Summer Morgan.

					"Looks like I caught you doing homework again," Summer smirked.

Lydia frowned, then glanced down and noticed her top was pulled up over her breasts, so they were completely exposed.   "I was doing research for my history essay," replied Lydia and she didn't bother to try covering up her boobs, deciding to leave them in the open to taunt Summer.

"I already bought mine," said Summer who ran her tongue over her lips and then looked up from Lydia's breasts to her face.  "Did you hear about the Alpha Delta party?"

"Yeah, Jessica texted me earlier today," replied Lydia.  "She is going and so are Carla and Yumi."

"Are you going, or are you still grounded?" asked Summer.

"Both," replied Lydia promptly.  "Actually, Brenda hasn't said much about the grounding lately and almost nothing at all since she got back from that cruise ship.  When she acts like that, I know it means she probably got nailed good."

"Yeah, mom has been pretty tight lipped about what happened too," agreed Summer.  "You would think with all their experience, they shouldn't always be ending up like that."

"Yeah, you don't see us doing stupid things like they do," agreed Lydia.  "They say humans are getting smarter with each generation, so I guess we got an unfair advantage over them."

Summer's brow wrinkled in thought for a moment as she recalled some of the problems she and Lydia had in fact run into, but those hadn't been their fault.  "Well, when we are the headliners and not the sidekicks, there will be some things done differently that's for sure.  Now, I will let you finish your homework," and Summer snickered at this as she took another look at Lydia's boobs.  "I will pick you up for the party and I am going to check with Anita to see if she can make it."

Lydia closed the call and resumed the video.  As she had predicted, the man fucking the fake Ms. Americana pulled his cock out of her pussy, jerked it a few times and began to shoot cum all over her face and tits.  Lydia, who had been rubbing her clit still while talking to Summer came shortly after that.  The video closed on a close-up of the actress with her face covered in a thick layer of white cum.  Lydia couldn't help but marvel again  at how much the actress looked like the real Ms. Americana, she even had the same baby blue eyes 

* * *

Tamara paused as she crossed the floor of the large common room of the revamped Alpha Delta House to glance at the television.  In the Hells, you got exactly one channel #666 which consisted mainly of Gilligan's Island reruns unless the council members were running specials such as in this competition.  When Tamara had been allowed back on Earth to do errands, she never had much time for television and she wouldn't have stopped now except she recognized the woman on the screen.  There, bold as brass, was Samantha Lord, her predecessor in this damned job and as far as she knew, the only person to have escaped from the Hells run by the council.  That was, she amended, until that little fiasco with the red haired swordswoman who had somehow retrieved that entire busload of victims.  The astonishing thing was that even now Diablo and his minions were still searching for the escapee and unable to find her, but all they had to do was watch television or at least some other damned channel than the one official channel in the hells.  Tamara grabbed the remote for the large screen TV and turned up the volume.

"…proud to announce the grand opening this coming weekend of the Mount Olympus hotel complex which includes pools and spas designed by Poseidon himself, beds approved of by Aphrodite, a wine cellar selected by Dionysus or sometimes better known as Bacchus and a magic show by Hecate, the goddess of magic which will make Penn and Teller look like Abbot and Costello."

The ad continued, but suddenly Tamara didn't hear the words as her attention was drawn by the gem just peeking out from where it hung around Samantha's neck.  That was the gem known as The Tear of Satan, a white crystal with one drop of red in it that legend said was a drop of Satan's blood shed during his exile from Heaven and trapped in the crystalized tears he shed when he looked back up to heaven and knew he could never return there.  Who knew if any of that was true, but the gem did have great magical powers and now Tamara understood why the demon council had been unable to track the escaped woman.  The only problem was that she had seen the jewel just the other day in its display case in Satan's throne room.  There was only one such jewel, so one of the two had to be a fake and Tamara was fairly certain which one was the fake.  The question was, what did she do with that information and would it help her escape from her own predicament?

* * *

"and so it turned out that I slept with all fifty of his daughters that night and impregnated every one!"

"Uh huh, fascinating," replied Sonja who had stopped listening to Hercules several hours ago and just nodded and grunted every now and then to make him think she gave a damn about his various heroics which invariably involved him bedding some woman or other.  They had followed the road until after a couple of hours it had entered this forest and now suddenly it came to a fork.  "Which way?" Sonja asked.

Hercules frowned as he turned from one path to the other, his massive cock bouncing around as he moved and Sonja reminded her body of all his incessant yammering to convince it not to get excited by that.  "I am not able to tell," the demi-god finally admitted.

"Fine, then you take the left way and I will take the right," decided Sonja.  We don't go for more than two hours or until one of us gets to the edge of the woods and then we come back here and compare notes."

"As you wish," agreed Hercules, "but are you sure you can stand to be without me regaling you with my deeds?  I would not have it said that the mighty Hercules did not properly entertain his lady."

"I will survive somehow," Sonja assured him and quickly headed down the right hand path, glad of silence at last.  After about 15 minutes of walking, the path came to a clearing and Sonja saw a man clad in green and brown standing in the center.  He wasn't very tall, coming only up to her shoulders and as she drew nearer, she took in his bright orange hair, blue eyes  and pointed ears.  One of the fairy folk perhaps, thought Sonja with a frown.  They were a chancy lot, some benign and helpful, while others could make demons look like someone you wanted to get to know better.  Sonja was also not happy about being naked in front of such a one, but she didn't have any choice in that matter.  The red haired swordswoman suddenly sniffed the air an caught a strong odor of the things Mrs. Wong called marsh mellows.

"Greetings beautiful mortal, I am Wrack and this is my land in which you walk with so few cares and even less clothes," said the elf.

"I mean no trespass," replied Sonja coming to a halt in front of Wrack.  "I am merely passing through on an errand of great importance."

"No doubt to you," replied Wrack and reached out his small hands to cup one of Sonja's breasts in each, the smallness of his hands and the largess of her breasts resulting in him barely encompassing the tips.

Red Sonja bristled and took a step back to remove the unwanted hands on her boobs.  "I did not come here looking for enemies," she warned the elf, "but that was not a friendly act.  You try my patience elf."

"It seemed very friendly to me," countered the elf.  "in this land, my power is great and those who are wise bow before me."  His blue eyes suddenly caught Sonja's and as she stared into their depths, she felt her will to resist being quenched and this time when Wrack stepped forward to resume groping her breasts she did not protest.  "Much better," said the elf, "I see you have learned your place, but there is much more yet for us to do."  One of his hands left her breasts then and reached down between her legs to rub her pussy gently.  "Yes, much more," he murmured.

Sonja blinked and the elf's clothes seemed to have vanished in that short span of time, exposing a cock that looked huge on his small body.  It was like taking the largest male member you could conceive of and putting it on the body of a boy, barely in his teens.  "Lie down woman and let your body pleasure mine as is my due."  A small part of Sonja tried to resist and reach for her sword, but it wasn't enough and she found herself complying with the elf's command.  She lay on the soft grass on her back with her legs spread apart while Wrack climbed on top of her, his slighter size causing his face to be on level with her breasts, which he didn't seem to mind at all.  Red Sonja gave a low moan of pleasure as she felt the elf's cock slip inside her pussy and bury itself to the hilt.

Wrack rested that way for a while, his mouth wrapped around one of Sonja's nipples and just savouring the feel of her warm wet pussy wrapped around his cock.  "I shall enjoy having this body of yours to service me for as long as some life remains in it," said Wrack.  He looked up to see the startlement in Sonja's eyes at this and there was now malicious evil in his smile.  "None who are female in this land can resist my glamour over them and once you have climaxed under my influence, it shall be permanent.  If you are hoping of rescue from your oafish companion, my dear sister is dealing with him."  With that, the elf resumed his oral attack on Sonja's breasts and began to thrust his cock in and out of Sonja, starting to drive her towards the orgasm that would allow the elf to claim her forever.

* * *

After walking for a short while, Hercules arrived in a small clearing and saw a slight woman waiting there for him.  She was dressed in green and brown with bright orange hair, blue eyes and pointed ears.  One of the fae folk, thought Hercules without concern for he was a demi-god and thus the superior of all he met.  The fact that he was naked did not concern him at all and in fact promised the possibility of a good time to come since all woman swooned at the sight of his large member.

"Greetings bold hero," said the elf.  "My name is Rune and this is my land in which you trespass so boldly," and her eyes dipped to take in Hercules's cock which was already growing hard in the presence of an attractive female.

"I am the mighty Hercules," proclaimed the demi-god.  "Mayhap you have heard of me already, but if not I have plenty of time to acquaint you with my story."

‘No doubt," replied Rune as she stepped forward and wrapped her small hand around Hercules's cock, its thickness presenting her from encircling it entirely.  Slowly her hand stroked up and down the impressive length of the cock.  "I must have this masterful rod in my pussy."

"Thou are a bold wench, but that is much to my liking," replied Hercules with a grin.

Between one second and another, the elf's clothes vanished and left her naked in front of the Olympian.  Her breasts were large and looked even larger on her small body.  It was as if someone had taken the breasts of the most well endowed adult woman and transplanted them to a young teen.  "Let us lie down together," Rune suggested and Hercules readily agreed, lying on his back with his massive cock pointing into the air while the elf settled on top of him.  She impaled herself on his cock with a sigh of pleasure and then rested for a moment, seemingly content to savour the feeling of fullness in her pussy.  "Yes, I shall enjoy this mighty member for as long as life remains in your body," she said with a now quite different kind of smile.  "Foolish god, in this land my power is great.  No male can resist my glamour, not that I needed much with an oaf such as you who thinks with his cock.  Once I have brought you to an orgasm, your fate will be sealed and you shall be my eternal slave."

Hercules stared at the elf in horror and tried to push her off him, but his body refused to obey him.  Instead, he found himself starting to thrust his hips upwards into the elf's clinging pussy and starting to drive his own body towards its enslaving orgasm.  It was only then that the god smelled  the sweet odor of the small white puffy things the old woman had showed him.

* * *

"Are you sure our sidekicks are going to disobey our direct orders and sneak out to go to the Alpha Delta fraternity party?" asked Green Spectre dubiously.

Ms. Americana rolled her eyes as she replied.  "Isn't that what we would have done at their age?"

"Yes," replied Green Spectre and Got Gal in unison and then both looked embarrassed about the admission.  The two heroines had come to meet Ms. Americana here at She Legion HQ when she had contacted them to tell them she had important things to discuss with them.

"You are also convinced that this fraternity party is another one of the demon's sick little games?" asked Got Gal.

"Yes," replied Ms. Americana.  "I don't have any proof, but if it looks like a trap and smells like a trap, then it is probably a trap.  Almost overnight, an abandoned fraternity house is fixed up, stocked with hunky college students and then advertises a big reopening party."

"How do you know they are hunky?" asked Green Spectre suspiciously.

"Oh, I might have drove past the place a few times," replied Ms. Americana dismissively.  "I think some of the members were sun bathing in the front yard."

"What were they wearing?" asked Got Gal, her interest perking up.  "Some of those little speedos that can barely contain their junk?"

"Oh don't be vulgar Got Gal," admonished Ms. Americana.  "I am sure I never noticed those little powder blue suits they were wearing."

"Yeah, right," snickered Got Gal.  "I am surprised you managed to remember what colour they were if you didn't even notice them."

"So, what are we going to do about the party?" aske Green Spectre. 

"My plan is that the three of us will be there to keep an eye on our sidekicks and bust the fraternity when it turns out to be a bunch of demons," declared Ms. Americana.

"That sounds a little paranoid and like something out of Buffy season six," replied Got Gal.  "You know the worst season of the show with the three nerds."

"Also, how are we going to get into the party?" asked Green Spectre.  "It is not like the three of us are exactly ready for the retirement home, but I doubt we can pass for college students anymore."

"Yeah, we are all hot MILFs," declared Got Gal.

"I have a fool proof plan," replied Ms. Americana.  "The fraternity hired Heroine Catering to look after the bar and food for the party."

"So?" asked Green Spectre.  "Who is Heroine Catering and how does it help us?"

"Heroine Catering is a little side venture of Wade Enterprises," replied Ms. Americana proudly.   "I started it about a year ago and I'm getting ready to franchise it.  The bartenders and servers are dressed in superheroine costumes.  It has proved very popular in my pilot project."

"You mean the staff dress in our costumes and let the clients ogle them like slabs of meat?" asked Green Spectre.

"They aren't jumping out of cakes and um performing other kinds of entertainment?" are they asked Got Gal.

"Of course not," replied Ms. Americana.  "It is all look and no touch."

"that still doesn't sound very modern and feminist," said Green Spectre.

"Part of modern feminism is having  a sex positive outlook," replied Ms. Americana haughtily.  "I read about that in last month's Cosmo."

"Well, I suppose that's ok then," said Got Gal reluctantly.  "I am certainly positive about sex."

"Wait a second though," said Green Spectre with a thoughtful look and then a frown.  "I don't recall getting anything from you about royalties for the use of my likeness."

"Um, it's only in pilot stage at the moment," Ms. Americana hurried to reassure her fellow heroine. "As soon as we start launching franchises, I was planning to talk to you about that little detail."

"I'm sure you were," said Got Gal.  "It would be terrible for us to fight among ourselves about little things like copyright infringement."

Ms. Americana suddenly looked guilty and didn't meat her fellow heroine's eyes.  "Er, about that, none of the She Legion members ever actually copyrighted their costumes or trademarked their names you know."

"It never occurred to me to do that," admitted Green Spectre and then she paused.  "Wait a moment, how do you know that?"

"Er, when I was filing copyright and trademark for Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, I just happened to notice that," replied Ms. Americana, still not meeting their gazes.  "So, um I filed them all on your behalf."

"In our names?" asked Green Spectre.  "I would have thought that would have required some paperwork and signatures from me."

"Well, I um filed them in my name to be efficient," replied Ms. Americana.

"So, you own the copyright and trademark on our costumes and names?" asked an incredulous Got Gal.

"I was planning to transfer them to you as sort of a surprise when I started selling franchises," insisted Ms. Americana stoutly.

"I am sure you were going to do just that," snapped Green Spectre, "and I am even more certain you are going to do that very soon."

"Of course," agreed Ms. Americana hurriedly.

Got Gal gave her head a shake.  "Let's get back to the frat party.  How will this Heroine Catering get us inside?"

"Oh, that's simple," replied Ms. Americana, "we just go in wearing our costumes.  I have arranged everything, so we will take the place of the regular bartender and waitresses."

"And what will keep our sidekicks from not recognizing us instantly and blowing the whistle on us?" asked Green Spectre skeptically.

"That's the brilliant part of my plan," replied Ms. Americana proudly.  "I will dress up as Green Spectre, Green Spectre will dress up as Got Gal and Got Gal will dress up as me.  It will confuse the sidekicks totally."

"You have got to be kidding," said Green Spectre as she gaped at the dark haired heroine and leader of the She Legion.

"Trust me, my plan is foolproof," replied Ms. Americana smugly.

"Damn good thing, Lady Midnight doesn't have a sidekick," muttered Got Gal.

* * *

"Are you sure the senior heroines will crash the party?" asked Lucifer.  "Oh, sorry," he said when he got no reply from Tamara and pulled his cock back out of her throat enough that she could talk.

"Yes," Tamara gasped out.  "I am sure they are getting suspicious of any new event in Delta City by now.  They are often arrogant and over confident, but not stupid.  I deliberately went to Heroine Catering to tempt Ms. Americana into trying to crash the party."

"That's good," said Lucifer as he once more rammed his cock all the way down Tamara's throat.  "My demographic survey says that while our viewers love teen pussy, they also enjoy MILFs."

* * *

Red Sonja could feel her orgasm nearing and sought desperately for some way out of her predicament.  The glamour the elf had laid on her prevented her from taking any physical action against Wrack and that seemed to include her sword.  As the elf continued to pound into her, the redhead's eye caught sight  of the purple gem that Apollo had given her and there seemed no prohibition against touching it.  She had no idea what the jewel would do, but any slight hope was better than no hope and she grasped the purple gem in her hand.

Hercules normally would have enjoyed tremendously the sight of the elf woman's large breasts bouncing and swaying in front of his face as she rode his cock, but he knew he couldn't hold back his climax much longer.  The idea of permanently being enslaved to this witch was extremely humiliating and yet he seemed prhohibited by her glamour from taking any physical action against her.  His eye then caught sight of the purple jewel that Apollo had given him and having nothing to lose, the demi-god grasped the thing with one large hand.  There was a weird falling sensation and when Hercules found his senses again, he discovered he was somewhere else.

Sonja felt like she was falling off a cliff when she touched the jewel, but instead of crashing into the rocks below the mental cliff, she found herself somewhere else.  When her eyes focussed again, she saw a huge pair of breasts dangling in front of her face and while she felt great pleasure from her groin, it was very different than the usual sensations she felt down there and had in fact just been experiencing.  Looking down her body, she saw no sign of her breasts and instead saw a massive, hairy chest.  Looking further down, she could see she had a cock on which this elf woman was bouncing up and down and causing her immense pleasure.  So, this is what it is like to have a cock and feel a pussy wrapped tight around it, thought Sonja and suddenly had a new appreciation why men sought this gift from her with such ardour.  The thinking part of her mind then caught up with the pleasure centers and the swordswoman realized that Apollos jewel must have somehow transferred her mind into Hercules's body.  The glamour that the she elf used to capture male victims, however, did not seem to hold for her despite being in a male body.  It was tempting to see what an orgasm felt like in this male body, but Sonja regretfully decided it was best not to discover what would happen with the elf's spell and she punched the other woman in the face.  Rune was knocked off her cock and flew a good twenty feet through the air to land unconscious on the ground.  Sonja stared at her fist in amazement as she had not realized just how strong Hercules really was.  She had unconsciously pulled her punch and realized if she hadn't, the blow would likely have killed the bitch.  Sonja got to her feet and staggered over to the fallen elf and then using the elf's own clothes, bound her wrists and ankles together and for good measure blindfolded her since the eyes seemed to be an important part of her power.  Only then did Sonja realize her cock was still very hard and a grin stole over her face.  She had wondered what an orgasm would be like in a male body, so why not find out now that the elf was helpless.  She was too dedicated to her goddess to even contemplate rape, but she began to stroke her cock and soon felt a familiar, but also unfamiliar tingling sensation.  With a roar, she began to cum and with some satisfaction aimed her spurting cock at the elf woman and began to cover her in cum.  Only after she had emptied her balls did Sonja sink down to her knees to rest and think about Hercules.  If she was in his body that must mean …., and she began to smile.

When Hercules came to his senses, he knew something was very wrong.  He was still feeling tremendous pleasure, but there was something very different about it.  His vision came back into focus and he saw a huge pair of tits swinging back and forth, but rather than being those of the elf woman, those tits were on his own chest.  Stunned, he looked down between his legs and saw a large cock hammering into a pussy from behind him, but he was the one with the pussy.  His mind froze for several seconds as the male elf continued to slam his cock home into his pussy as Hercules tried to figure out what in Hades had happened.  He must have switched bodies with Red Sonja and risking another look between his legs saw the trimmed red bush of the swordswoman and also the tendrils of her long red hair that flew around her head as he was fucked.  Hercules knew that Zeus and some of the other Olympians didn't much care about the gender of their bed partners, but personally he had always preferred the softness of women to the hardness of men and he certainly had never entertained thoughts about having a pussy.  The sensation of being filled instead of doing the filling was he had to admit somewhat interesting, but he decided he needed to act before an orgasm could claim this new body of his as he didn't know what that would mean in terms of the spell.  He rammed an elbow back into the male elf's gut and heard an "oof".  Normally that blow would have sent an opponent flying through the air and Hercules realized that however strong Sonja was, she was not nearly as strong as he was or had been.  Still, the swordswoman's body was a fine fighting instrument and so now he pivoted and delivered a fist to the jaw of the insolent elf and knocked him off him.  The demi-god felt the elf cock slide out of his pussy and that sensation almost caused him to climax, but Hercules gritted his teeth and got to his feet.  The elf was only stunned, but Hercules rained down several more punches and kicks and soon rendered the bastard unconscious.  Hercules then bound and blindfolded the elf with his own garments, the binding of the eyes seeming prudent since they seemed to be an important part of the elf's power.  His giant boobs heaving with the exertion, Hercules stood over the fallen elf and an idea struck him.  He had been denied his climax, but now that the elf was defeated, he saw no reason not to finish the job and he had to admit he was curious as to what an orgasm would feel like in a woman's body.  It took some experimentation to locate his clit and how best to stimulate it.  He actually felt a slight pang of guilt at realizing that in all his lovemaking he had never really considered how best to pleasure his female bed companions.  It was something he might have to think on later, but for now he rubbed the little button with one hand while playing with his breasts with the other.  Hercules felt his pleasure grow and grow until he threw his head back and began to cum, squirting his juices all over the elf who lay beneath him.  When he recovered from his orgasm, Hercules noted with some amusement that the elf's cock was still rock hard despite being unconscious.   Damn, the thing was almost as big as his own member and the demi-god realized he was drooling as he looked longer at the elf's cock.  It took a surprising amount of willpower to turn away from the elf and not do some of the things his mind tried to whisper for him to do while he had the chance.

Sonja left the elf tied up, likely she would work herself free in time, but the swordswoman, still in Hercules's body, didn't much care if she didn't.  She found a path on the other side of the clearing and decided to press on through the woods to see if she could find any sign of the portal they needed rather than to return to the fork in the path.  To her surprise, the woods ended after a short ten minute walk and the path turned back into a broader road.  Sonja heard a noise and turned quickly, but relaxed when she saw Hercules in her own body emerge from another path not far from her and hasten towards her, boobs jiggling.  Damn, I look hot, she thought as she watched her body jiggle towards her and looking down, she saw her cock getting hard again.  Damn, this thing had a mind of its own, she thought, show it a naked woman and it just assumed it was meant for her.

"Ho Red Sonja," said Hercules who suddenly stopped short at the sight of the erect cock that had greeted him.  "At least I presume that is you in my body.  Perhaps we should try and return to our natural forms.  I find it most awkward walking with these huge melons throwing off my balance."

"It is me," agreed Red Sonja, "and while being you has been um instructive, I concur that getting back in my own body would be a relief."  She touched her purple gem and Hercules did likewise.  There was a repetition of that falling sensation and when Sonja blinked her eyes, she found herself back in her own body.  She also found her nipples were hard and her pussy wet and decided she wasn't going to say anything to Hercules about their experiences in each other's body if he didn't."  For his part, Hercules made a similar vow as he briefly looked once more at Red Sonja's naked form, almost whimpered and turned to walk stiff legged down the road.

* * *

"These are either demons or college students," groused Green Spectre in her Got Gal costume as she put her tray of empty glasses on the bar behind which Ms. Americana dressed in a Green Spectre costume and blonde wig was playing bartender.   "I've never had my ass pinched and touched so much even when I was working undercover at the Shriner convention in Vegas."

"Me either," whispered Got Gal as she came up with her tray of empties, wearing a Ms. Americana costume and a long brunette wig.  "I've been gang banged by mutoids with better manners than these creeps.  Also, how can you stand having hair this long?  I am dying in this wig and my boobs keep slipping out of this skimpy top you call a costume."

"You are a fine one to talk," grumbled Green Spectre.  "Your costume is almost transparent and that is before people accidently spill their drinks on your chest."  The other two women looked at her top where the wet garment did almost nothing to hide her boobs and their large erect nipples.

"Well you don't hear me complaining about your damn fishnet stockings that make me look like a cheap hooker," snapped Ms. Americana as she switched out empty glasses on their trays with full ones.

"I would never call you cheap," replied Green Spectre, "not after you set the price list for our services on the cruise ship."

"whatever," replied Ms. Americana, "just keep circulating and watch out for the sidekicks.  Did you both remember to take the pills Professor Werder gave us?"  The other two heroines nodded.  The professor had been lured away from his Hologram Projector 2.0 long enough to whip up some experimental pills that should provide protection against Bliss and some of the other aphrodesiacs they had been encountering so much lately.  Ms. Americana was about to say something else when she was interrupted by the front door of the frat house opening and three loudly chattering figures entering.

"Oh great, I didn't know the Teen Terrors were  coming to the party too," said Got Gal as they all watched Jessica, Yumi and Carla arrive.  The three were immediately surrounded by lecherous frat boys or possibly demons.  The trio laughed and joked with their admirers and fended off at least some of the groping hands as they made their way over to the bar.

"Three beer," said Jessica with a smile.

"Can  I see your ID please," replied Ms. Americana stiffly, even though the fraternity president had been quite clear that such checks would not be required tonight, at least if they wanted any tips.

Jessica just smiled and flashed an ID that said the 19 year old was 22.

"That looks like a fake ID to me," growled Green Spectre and wondered if Summer had obbtained fake Ids for others when she had been dealing with that forger for herself and the other sidekicks.

"It's authentic," returned Jessica as she looked at Green Spectre.  "That's not a very good Got Gal costume and your boobs aren't big enough to pass for her either."  This brought a choking sound as of suppressed laughter from the other waitress dressed up as Ms. Americana.  "You on the other hand," said Jessica looking at Got Gal don't look half bad as Ms. Americana.  You even managed to pull off her trademark nipple slip."

"Here are your beers Jessica," growled Ms. Americana and waited until the three young heroines were out of earshot before turning to glare at Got gal.  "What does she mean ‘my trademark nipple slip'?"

"You do it at least twice a meeting," answered Got Gal.  "I hear the younger heroines have an over / under bet going on how many times it will happen."

"Hey how did the bitch of a bartender know your name?" asked Carla as the trio walked away from the bar.

"I guess I am famous," replied Jessica with a shrug of her shoulders that sent tsunami sized waves through her cleavage that distracted one of the frat boys so much he pitched head first over a coffee table.

* * *

Tamara plugged the device into the power outlet in the attic and checked the readings.  Other than Panthress, the Delta City villains actually seemed determined not to be drawn into the conflict.  They hated the heroines too much and distrusted the demons even more which was smart of them, but would not do them any good in the end.  Still, villains could not help being villains and Professor Pervo had been willing to sell this device to her with no questions asked about how it would be used or by whom.  He called it a Neutralizer and it was experimental.  Over a limited distance, such as a single house and grounds, it would neutralize Aphrodite gene based powers.  It was somewhat ironic that she was actually using it for the nearly opposite reason.  By now she reckoned the heroines would be expecting the use of Bliss and other drugs and would get their Swiss Army Knife of a scientist, Professor Werder, to create something to counter the drugs.  That something would likely have to rely on the heroine's Aphrodite gene to work and so by neutralizing their powers, the heroines would not have the protection they thought they would.

Pervo said it would only last about eight hours before the components in the device would melt, but that would be enough for her purposes.  That last thought made her pause and shut her eyes to silence the pain and the panic that suddenly overtook her.  It was not her purpose, she was only doing this for Karla.  She must not forget that, must not become what the demons tried to mold her into.  Once upon a time she had been a good person who fought for justice and to protect the innocent.  It seemed like that had been another person and maybe it had since she didn't think she was that person anymore.  Still, there was no choice and after another check of the readouts, she went back downstairs where soon the real fun would begin.

* * *

Hexanna sat at the table in the small and infrequently used kitchen at She Legion HQ with her tarot cards spread out in front of her on the table.  To a non magical person, it would look like she was using her mystical powers to divine the future when in reality she was merely playing a complex game of solitaire she had devised to pass the time.  Ms. Americana had asked her to be on stand-by in case there turned out to be a magical or demonic influence at the frat party and so she waited to see if she was needed.  The kitchen door opened and Danger Babe bustled in to refill her coffee cup.  The blonde heroine was on monitor duty and Hexanna could well understand the need for caffeine to try and stay awake.  Odd, the sorceress thought, but it seemed like Danger Babe was on monitor duty a lot lately, almost as if she had nowhere else to go which was of course ridiculous.

"Felicia McSweeny checked in a little while ago," said Danger Babe coming to stand by the table and watch Hexanna move the cards about.  "She says all is quiet at Piper House since she and Harry took Piper home.  She thought it might be too quiet."

"Between them Nefertari and Harry can muster as much magical power as I can and along with Nevada and Piper herself, that is a pretty capable force in case of any more demonic incursions," said Hexanna.  "I am their back-up in case things get real bad, but Ms. Americana might also need my help, so I have to stay here and be ready to respond to wherever I might be needed."

"Young Harry does seem pretty capable for someone of his young age," said Danger Babe. "How did you happen to find him for an assistant?"

"I was passing through London a few years back," replied Hexanna with a smile at the memory.  "I sensed a strong potential for magic and it took me several days to track it down.  Harry was only ten then and an orphan.  He was living with some pretty horrible people who made him do all the work around the house and gave him only a tiny cubbyhole under the stairs to sleep in.  He needed training and my time didn't allow for me to do it personally, not to mention the danger it would put him in.  I arranged for him to attend a private magical school over there and when he turned 18, he came to work for me in my shop.  In many ways, it was his telling me about his adventures at that school that led me to open my own, smaller magic school here in Delta City."

Danger Babe nodded.  Oh, also "Power Lass and Champion Girl are free at the moment and can respond if they are needed as well."  Danger Babe started for the door and stopped to look at the cards again.  "You can put the red seven of knives on the black eleven of rings," and then she was gone.  Hexanna frowned down at the cards.  There was no way Danger Babe could have understood the complexities of this self invented game, but damn it she was right and she had missed that obvious move."

* * *

"Jeez, look at the dumb bimbo they have tending bar."

Ms. Americana's head jerked around at that comment which had been said just a little too loud to be private by someone entering the frat house.  Looking towards the door, she saw Lydia, Summer and Anita standing there taking in the place and it had been Lydia's familiar voice she had heard.

"I can't believe they hired a bartender to dress up like mom," whispered Summer.  "She isn't even a blonde.  That blonde hair is just a cheap wig and her boobs aren't big enough to pull it off."
 
Ms. Americana, who could lipread, growled and almost launched herself over the bar to confront the sidekicks, but remembered just in time that she was there undercover and managed to control herself.

"It doesn't say much for the standards of this place," agreed Lydia, "but these do," and she grabbed three glasses of champagne off a passing waitress dressed up as Got Gal.

"That one's better," snickered Summer,, "at least she has the ass to pull it off."

Green Spectre, dressed as Got Gal, stumbled when she heard that comment from her daughter and barely caught herself before spilling the entire tray of drinks she was carrying.  "Someone might not be getting that new iPhone for Christmas," she muttered to herself.

"What do you think of the fakes? Lydia asked Anita.

"Oh, I don't know, they don't seem that bad to me," replied Anita as she stared at the ass of the waitress dressed up as Ms. Americana.  "That one's got almost as good an ass as Got Gal.  Brutal wig though."

"Almost as good!" growled Got Gal under her breath and she hurried off with her tray of drinks before she gave herself away.

* * *

Tamara looked around the party and smiled.  There had been some debate between her and Lucifer about whether to use demons disguised as college students or to use actual humans.  Lucifer had voted for the former, but she had convinced him to go for the latter.  In Tamara's opinion, demons had learned most if not all of their vicious tricks from observing humans and she doubted a group of demons could match a bunch of frat brothers for misogyny and stupidity.  Of course it hadn't hurt that they had hand picked the frat members using a specially designed survey.  Rather than weeding out candidates who thought things like contests to see who could sleep with the most women was a good thing, they had simply selected those who thought such contests were fun and harmless.  In the end, they had achieved a group of frat rats who topped the scales in misogyny, homophobia, transphobia and could spout all the proper racist code words while denying they were in any way racist.  In short, they were a perfect group of males for this scene.

Now that the three sidekicks had arrived, it was time to get the show on the road.  The three senior heroines were being annoyingly good at making sure the drinks were not tampered with, but the sheer volume of the free booze was already starting to loosen people up and Tamara had devised other ways to keep things rolling.  Some of it was getting a bit repetitive across the various scenarios the demons devised such as "air fresheners" that spewed out Bliss and other aphrodisiacs and scented candles that did the same.  It was a warm evening and specially constructed fans did more than just move the air around, but also added to the atmospheric brew.  For a moment, Tamara was proud of her work and then she felt totally ashamed.  She realized if she didn't escape soon, she would become more and more like the demons she despised until she ceased to care about anything including escape.

* * *

Yumi, Carla and Jessica had found their way out to the pool area behind the frat house and looked around at the large pool and the men and women swimming or laying around on lounge chairs sipping drinks and eating snacks.  The Asian heroine was feeling bewildered in that she was absolutely sure that there had been nothing out back of the deserted frat house when she trained there other than a weed infested garden.  How could this possibly have been built in just a few days?

"We should have brought swimsuits," pouted Jessica.  "I didn't know they had a pool."

Yumi started to say they didn't, but evidence to the contrary was right in front of them.  A passing frat boy overheard Jessica's comment and stopped to point to a small building off to the side.  "There are extra suits in the change room," he told them and his gaze lingered on the three sets of bountiful boobs in front of him.  "We made sure we got some with cup sizes that will fit even you three."

Jessica smiled and thanked him as the trio headed for the change room.  "I could use a dip in the pool to wash some of that guys slime off my body," she muttered to the other two who merely nodded their agreement.  Their disgust, however, turned to delight when they got to the change room and found several dozen new and expensive swimsuits to choose from.  The trio quickly stripped off their clothes and started trying on suits which were all of the most revealing type and left little to the imagination.

"What do you think of this one?" asked Yumi modelling a powder blue bikini that barely had enough cloth to cover her nipples and pussy.

"It is fucking hot," replied Jessica coming over to stand directly in front of Yumi so that their breasts actually touched.  The blonde had only the skimpy bottoms of a lemon yellow bikini on at the moment and her nipples which seemed to be almost always erect were even more so than usual.  "Anyone seeing you in that suit will be creaming themselves wanting to make out with you."

"Including you?" teased Yumi and she leaned closer to Jessica, so their breasts pressed tighter together and their lips touched. 

"Hell yes," breathed Jessica and she leaned in farther and the two women began to kiss passionately.  Carla, who had made it into a bright red bikini that she thought went well with her hair sat back on a bench watching her two friends make out.  This wasn't exactly something new, but the suddenness with which it had happened was trying to send little warning bells to her brain which was ignoring them.  The brain was saying to sit back, watch the fun and slide a hand into your bottoms and touch yourself.

None of the three girls paid any attention to the little side window of the change room as they became preoccupied either with each other or themselves and so they didn't realize what looked like a frosted pane from the inside was a one way window through which the frat boys could peek in.  There were several of them doing that at the moment and then one adventuresome lad shoved his cock through a previously unnoticed hole in the wall.  Carla looked from her two friends making out to the cock that gave a wiggle of hello and she found herself down on her knees crawling towards it.  If she had been listening carefully, she would have heard a cheer from the other side of the wall as the boys watched her reach the cock and open her mouth to wrap her lips around it.  The cock thrust deeper into her mouth as she sucked on it, leaking a steady stream of precum.

Yumi and Jessica broke off their kiss when they heard the familiar lewd sounds of a cock being sucked, but after a quick glance at what Carla was doing, they went back to tongue wrestling for a while before Yumi broke it off and pushed Jessica back onto one of the benches.  With deft hands, the Asian Avenger pulled down Jessica's bottoms and buried her face in the blonde's pussy.  Yumi's tongue slithered up and down Jessica's swollen pussy lips and then found the blonde's clit and began to lap at it which elicited loud moans of pleasure from Jessica.

"Oh fuck yes, eat my pussy," gasped Jessica as her fingers locked into Yumi's hair to make sure the other girl wasn't going anywhere until she got off.  Jessica needn't have worried as stopping was the last thing on Yumi's mind as she alternated between licking Jessica's hard clit and sending her tongue diving between the blonde's wet folds.

The two young heroines heard a gulping sound from the direction of Carla and again they briefly looked at her to see that she had removed her top to let her large breasts swing freely and the cock in her mouth had just filled said mouth with cum.  Yumi saw a second, larger cock poke through the hole and saw Carla gobble it down before returning her attention to the delicious pussy of her friend.

* * *

"Mmmmmhhhhh," was the approximation of the sound coming from Fly Woman's mouth thanks to the muffling produced by a large cock sliding in and out of her mouth and down her throat.  The African-American heroine had been stripped naked and spread out on top of one of the pool tables in the back room of the bar she had gone into trying to find Karla Richards.  She had been jumped by a dozen men and while at least three of them were either unconscious or in no condition to enjoy her due to bruised balls, the others had swarmed over her and were now enjoying the fruits of their labour.  Beside the cock in her mouth, Fly Woman had another one in her ass courtesy of the guy lying under her and a third in her pussy from the guy on top of her.  The others were either just watching or jerking off to the sight in front of them.

The man fucking her mouth had just cum when Fly  Woman heard the sound of the locked door being kicked in.  A few seconds later, the man in her mouth and the one in her pussy were violently removed and she heard thuds as they crashed against walls or into some of the watchers.  The next sound was that of a gun being cocked, followed by a soft female voice.  "I will shoot the first son of a bitch that moves," and then after a pause, it added, "and that goes for you too, so stop thrusting those hips."  Fly Woman realized the latter was addressed to the man under her who had continued to fuck her ass despite the fighting going on around him.

Freed of the two men on top of her, Fly Woman drove an elbow back into the gut of the man under her and managed to free herself from him and turn her head to look at her rescuers since there were two of them.  She didn't recognize the redhead holding the gun, but she immediately knew the man though it had been a few years since they had last seen each other.  "Pete Ramirez, you wonderful bastard!  How are you?"

Sergeant Pete Ramirez of the Delta City PD stared at Fly Woman for several seconds and his eyes widened in shock.  "Vanessa?  Vanessa Wilson?  You disappeared years ago and I thought you were dead.  I could never find a trace of you and I really looked hard.  What happened to you?  Were you here all this time in New York?"

"Whoa, too many questions and too much of an audience," replied Fly Woman.  "The short version is that I just got to New York myself.  I came looking for Karla Richards."

"So did we," said the woman with the gun who looked like she wouldn't mind emptying it if any of the men she was watching gave her half an excuse.

"Oh, sorry," said Pete, "I forgot to do introductions.  Cindy Kelly, meet Vanessa Wilson and vice a versa.  Somehow I think it isn't a coincidence we both ended up here looking for the same person.  We didn't know Karla was in New York until yesterday and then I used some of my contacts with the NYPD to get some leads on likely places where I might get more information.  When we got to this place, the bartender was more nervous than a chicken that just spotted a fox two feet away, so we decided to see what the reason for that was.  He kept looking at the backroom door and you know the rest."

"I got myself in that bit of trouble when I mentioned Karla's name and showed her picture," said Fly Woman, "so I suspect some of these gentlemen can enlighten us about her."

"I will start by asking this one," said Cindy as she pointed her gun at the nether regions of the man still lying on the pool table.  "You have five seconds to tell me what you know or I blow one of your balls off.  Five seconds after that, I will do the same with the other.  One, two, three …"

"I don't know anything`!" screamed the man who looking at Cindy's face decided she wasn't bluffing, though the odds on her being able to hit his second nut with him screaming and bleeding were not good.  "Ask Sam over there, he knows where the girl is!" and he pointed at one of the men who had been jerking off a moment before and so had his pants still around his ankles keeping him from making a dash for it.

"What do you have to say for yourself Sam?" asked Cindy transferring her aim to Sam's left gonad.

"I, I …." Sam gulped and tried to speak, but found his throat had gone painfully dry all of  a sudden.

"Don't tell the bitch anything," called one of the other men.  Pete Ramirez walked over to that man and with one punch sent him flying into the wall where he slid down unconscious.

"Hey that is Police brut …," said another one of the men who decided in mid word that this might not be the time and place to voice such an objection.

"Time's up Sam," said Cindy who hadn't actually counted at all, but no one was going to dispute her claim.  "Say goodbye to your left nut."

"NO!" yelled Sam desperately.  "The girl in the picture is one of Herman's girls.  He is a pimp that works out of here and we all got to know his girls real well."  Sam  started to smile at this memory, caught the looks both Pete and Cindy were giving him and quickly repressed that pleasure and his smile.  "Um, poor young thing, I always felt sorry for her."

"Yeah right," said Cindy sarcastically.  "Where do we find Herman and his girls?"

It turned out that Herman had a fourth floor apartment a couple blocks away where he kept his girls.  It was early enough that they were probably all there and would go out on the streets soon.  The problem of the men trying to warn Herman about them was solved simply enough by Pete punching each of the men on the jaw and then tying the unconscious men up with their belts and shoelaces.

"Doesn't that hurt your hand?" asked Fly Woman who was putting her clothes back on.

Pete looked down at his huge scarred knuckled fist.  "Nah, not really."  Fly Woman adjusted her belt and pressed the third button and her costume, such as it was, replaced her civilian clothes.  "I didn't know you were one of those superheroines," said Pete.  "I just thought you were a bitchy Assistant DA back in the day."

"You can call me Fly Woman," she informed him, "and I was not bitchy except with certain police sergeants who didn't always complete their paperwork properly."

"Fly Woman?" asked Pete, ignoring the rest of Fly Woman's comment.  "That's the dumbest heroine name I have ever heard of and Delta City has a heroine named Amazing Babe."

"Never heard of her.  Must be from after my time," replied Fly Woman and added, "whenever that was," to herself.
 
A few minutes later, the trio stood across the street from the building where Herman was supposed to be keeping his stable of girls.  "Top floor, back left apartment," said Pete, "according to our friend Sam.  There is probably a fire escape out one of the back windows for the rats to bolt from in case of a raid.  Herman will go out that way if we go in the front and some of the girls are likely brainwashed enough to go with him."

"You two go in the front and flush him out," said Fly Woman as she pressed the button on her belt and floated up in the air a few feet before settling down again.  "I will cover the window."

"That's more useful," grunted Pete, "but I still say it is a dumb name."  Fly Woman just stuck her tongue out at him and then hurried around to the back to get in position.  When she was set, she gave three loud whistles as the sign they had agreed on and a short while later she heard a ruckus from inside the apartment.  Sure enough, the window flew open from one of the bedrooms and a figure began to climb out and do up his pants at the same time.

"Is your name Herman?" asked Fly Woman calmly.

The startled man looked up from and saw the woman floating in the air in front of him.  His eyes went to her large boobs despite his predicament and he licked his lips.  "Yeah bitch it is," he replied with a leer.

"Say goodnight Gracie," snapped Fly Woman and punched him hard in the jaw sending him tumbling back into the apartment. With some effort, mainly undignified wiggling, Fly Woman then managed to grab the edges of the window and pull herself into the room after him.  She found Pete blocking the apartment door to keep any of the girls from running.  Apparently a couple of them had tried and just bounced off his solid obstacle and were sitting on the floor looking stunned.  Over in a corner, quietly crying Fly Woman saw the girl that matched the picture she had been given.

* * *


"I am not sure Professor Werder's pills are working," said Got Gal in her Ms. Americana costume and wig as she returned to the bar.  "I am so fucking horny, I can barely stand it."

"Ditto for me," said Green Spectre in her Got Gal outfit.

Ms. Americana shifted uncomfortably  behind the bar, trying to keep her legs tight together and not stimulate her clit and pussy which were hard and wet respectively.  "I don't understand it, we seemed fine for some time after we got here and I have been careful not to eat or drink anything."

"Well, the stripper pole isn't helping," growled Got Gal and all three heroines glanced at the silver pole that ran from floor to ceiling on a small raised stage in one corner of the large room.  Every now and then, one of the invited girls would get up and take a spin around the pole as if testing it out while the frat boys called out for her to go for it and take it all off.  So far, none of the girls had been drunk enough or horny enough to do it, but the tension was building and girls were being egged on by the frat boys and the other girls.

"That's Summer on the stage," gasped Ms. Americana as the teen aged blonde made a lazy spin around the pole and giggled while her audience cheered her on.

"Goddess, I can't watch this," said Green Spectre abruptly and she leapt over the bar and ducked under it, so she couldn't see.  Unfortunately, that put her face at pussy level with Ms. Americana and Green Spectre could smell the arousal in the other heroine.

"Wait, what are you doing Axanna?" gasped Ms. Americana as she froze after feeling Green Spectre's hands tugging at her bottoms.  They fell down at her ankles and Green Spectre took a long sniff of the wonderful aroma wafting out at her before leaning in and running her tongue over Ms. Americana's pussy.

"What's she doing?" asked Got Gal and she also leaped over the bar.  "Holy fuck," she whispered as she saw Green Spectre running her tongue over Ms. Americana's pussy.  The switched costumes made it even worse in a sense.  To Got Gal, it looked like it was her there lapping at Ms. Americana's twat with Green Spectre wearing her Got Gal costume.  Also, since Ms. Americana was dressed as Green Spectre, it also seemed like Green Spectre was getting eaten out by herself.
"Hey baby, give me a whiskey," said one of the frat boys coming up to the bar.  Somehow, Ms. Americana suppressed a moan of pleasure as Green Spectre's tongue flicked over her g-spot and she reached blindly for the whiskey bottle and a glass.  Forcing her eyes to focus and not roll back in her head with ecstasy, she poured the drink and handed it to the frat boy with hands that only shook slightly.  All the while, the guy was giving her a WTF look as he couldn't see Green Spectre behind the bar lapping at Ms. Americana's pussy.  "Er, thanks," said the frat boy who sensed somehow that a monumental effort had been made that required more politeness than usual.

Got Gal had been watching all this with great amusement and now she turned back towards the stage and the stripper pole.  "Great Goddess of Got!," she gasped.

"What?  What is happening?" demanded Green Spectre who paused her pussy licking in order to speak.

""Summer just took her top off and let's just say she wasn't wearing a bra," replied Got Gal as her one hand stole towards her bottoms on auto pilot.

"Wait, I have to see this," said Green Spectre trying to get off her knees, but found Ms. Americana holding her in place.

"It would only upset you Axanna and I'm not letting you up until I get that orgasm I was so damn close to," whispered Ms. Americana.  The She Legion leader then grabbed the back of Green Spectre's head and jammed it hard into her dripping pussy and held it there until she felt the kneeling heroine's tongue resume its work on her clit and g-spot.

"There goes her skirt," reported Got Gal who had that hand inside her bottoms now pleasuring herself.  "/at least she was wearing panties"

"Mmmmmmhhhhhh," came the muffled outrage from Green Spectre.

"I want a beer," said another frat boy staggering up to the bar.

Feeling her orgasm only seconds away, Ms. Americana just grabbed a six pack and almost threw it at the guy who blinked a couple of times, clutched his prize to his stomach and staggered back towards the party.

"There goes her panties," said Got Gal.  "I didn't know she had got a Brazilian."  Anything Green Spectre might have said in response to that was prevented by a gurgling sound as Ms. Americana came and began to squirt her juices all over Green Spectre's face and into her gaping mouth.  After swallowing several mouthfuls, Green spectre felt Ms. Americana release her death grip on her head and stagger backwards.  She tried to rise off her knees, but was held down by a new set of hands.  "As long as you are down there Axanna you might as well finish me off," whispered Got Gal.  Torn between lust and curiosity about what her daughter was doing, Green Spectre felt her lust win out and she grabbed Got Gal's ass in both hands and pulled the other heroine tight against her already drenched face and went back to work with her tongue.

"Can I get a Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall?" asked a frat boy coming up to the bar.  

Ms. Americana regarded the boy with half glazed eyes as despite her orgasm courtesy of Green Spectre's tongue, she was still horny as hell.  "How about a fast fuck on the floor?" she asked him.

"Gee, I don't know that one, what's in it?" asked the boy.

"You in me," growled Ms. Americana who leapt over the bar, grabbed the frat boy and pulled him down onto the floor on top of her.  The boy might have been a little slow on the uptake, but his cock was ahead of the game and already hard as Ms. Americana practically ripped open his pants to free it.  Experienced hands guided the man's member to her pussy and it sank inside her dripping snatch with a moist sucking sound.  It didn't take a genius to figure out what to do at this point and the lucky frat boy began to thrust his hips and drive his cock in and out of this hot MILF's cunt.

"Oh fuck," gasped Got Gal as she looked up from where Green Spectre was working on her pussy to the stage and then not waiting for the kneeling heroine's muffled question supplied the answer.  "It's Anita, she is on the stage with Summer and they are kissing.  Damn that looks fucking hot don't you think?  Oh right, you can't see, well keep licking like a good slut and I will tell you what is happening.  There goes Anita's top and she wasn't wearing a bra either, no surprise there.  Anita's got her tongue halfway down Summer's throat from the looks of things and those black and white tits mashing together is fantastic.  What do you think Ms. A?"  Got Gal looked around for Ms. Americana when there was no reply and then she spotted her on the floor getting banged by the frat boy who had now ripped her top open and was sucking on her tits as he slammed his cock into her pussy.  "Oh never mind, I see you are busy."  Got Gal looked back to the stage and then tightened her grip on Green Spectre's head when she saw Summer yank down the dark skinned girl's shorts and panties  while the watching frat boys cheered drunkenly.

"Mmmmhhhhh?" asked Green Spectre.

Got Gal correctly interpreted this as "what is going on now?" and resumed reporting.  "Anita and Summer just went into a 69 with Anita on top.  She is really going to work on Summer's pussy and I know from personal experience just how good she is at that.  It looks like summer is giving just as good as she is getting though.  I guess all that practice with Lydia is paying off."

"Mmmmmhhhh"  came another muffled question from Green Spectre.

"What you didn't know that Lydia and Summer have been having a fling lately?" gasped Got Gal who was trying to hold her climax back as long as she could to enjoy Green Spectre's mouth.  "Oops, I probably wasn't supposed to tell you that.  Anita blurted it out the other day when I was going down on her.  Oh oh, it's a good thing Ms. Americana is um busy at the moment."

"Mmmmmmhhhh?" asked Green Spectre.

"Well Lydia has gotten naked too and she is sucking off the frat boys watching Anita and Summer eat each other out.  Oh, that was nasty!"

"Mmmmmhhhh?" asked Green Spectre

"The guy just pulled his dick out of Lydia's mouth and blasted his load all over her face," reported Got Gal.  "I'm kind of impressed by how much spunk he produced and there goes another one and another one … those two didn't even last long enough to get it in Lydia's mouth.  They just blasted their loads over her face and tits.  I think we got a bukkake in the making.  Yeah, I am sure of it as there goes numbers four and five and Lydia's face is pretty much covered in cum now.  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

"Mmmmmhhhh?" asked Green Spectre, but her question was answered this time by a gush of Got Gal's honey that made a second coat to her face and refilled her mouth.

* * *

Yumi, Carla and Jessica finally emerged in their swimsuits from the change room.  Carla had sucked half a dozen cocks to climax while Jessica and Yumi went down on each other.  "Should we go for a swim or just relax?" asked Jessica as she pointed towards some lounge chairs.

"Relax," replied Carla.  "I think these suits might dissolve if they actually get wet."

The three young heroines strolled towards the three loungers with every eye around the pool on them as word of their antics in the change room had quickly spread.  Those who hadn't been quick enough to shove their dicks through the hole in the wall were hoping for more success by the pool.

The three women had been lying there for only a few minutes when they saw a trio of young men approaching them.  Jessica rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things as the trio were identical in height and build, with the same blonde hair and blue eyes.  They even were wearing the same tiny black swimming trunks.  "Hello," said the middle member of the trio, "my name is Larry and these are my brothers Darryl and Darryl."

"I'm pretty sure that line is copyrighted," said Carla.

"Ok, actually his name is Marion," and he jabbed a finger to indicate the brother on his left.  "Mom was a huge John Wayne fan and Marion was his real name."

"I hate that name," put in Marion.

"So, he tried to take mine," grumbled Darryl.

"As usual, we are getting off track," said Larry with a roll of his eyes.  "We came over to see if you three would help settle a bet we made."

"What's the bet?" asked Yumi.

"Well, I said you had the biggest set of boobs," said Larry, "Darryl says it is the blonde," and he pointed to Jessica and Marion says it is the redhead ," and this time he pointed at Carla.

"Oh, I am sure mine are the biggest," replied Yumi which got her glares from both Jessica and Carla.

"Well, I think we need more than just your word," replied Larry with a smile, "especially since your friends seem to disagree."

"Then I will show you," replied Yumi and undid her top and let her breasts spill out into view where she took one in each of her hands and gave them a squeeze.  "Now what do you think?"

""Gee, I still am not sure since it is hard to compare them when I am only able to see yours and not theirs," said Larry who looked meaningfully at Jessica and Carla.

"Well, feast your eyes on these babies," said Jessica, ripping off her top.  "Mine are clearly the biggest."

"No way," snapped Carla who removed her top and offered her girls up for inspection.

"Still too close to call," said Larry judiciously as he looked from one set of large boobs to another, "but I do have a suggestion on how to decide the issue definitively."

"What is that?" asked Yumi who held one of her breasts up to her mouth and licked the nipple teasingly.

Larry looked left and right at Marion and Darryl then all three dropped their swimsuits at the same time to reveal three identical large and very hard cocks.  "We will put our specialized measuring sticks between those sweet melons and find out."

"Works for me," said Yumi and the other two girls nodded their agreement.

Larry quickly straddled Yumi's chest and slid his member between her breasts while Marion did the same to Carla and Darryl with Jessica.  "Still looks like a tie," proclaimed Larry as he looked to his left and right where identical cocks were nestled between soft mounds of tit flesh. "Try wrapping your boobs about our cocks and see if that makes any difference."  The three girls quickly complied and all three frat boys moaned softly in pleasure as their cocks were more tightly enclosed by the girl's soft breasts.  "How about we just call it a three way tie and titty fuck you?" Larry suggested.

Yumi looked down between her tits at the head of the cock just poking out the top and licked her lips.  "I was hoping you would say something like that"  The other two girls again nodded their heads in complete agreement.

"Our pleasure," agreed Larry with a smile and he began to slide his cock back and forth in the soft valley between Yumi's boobs, his precum leaking out to lubricate the movement and make the Asian girl's tits shiny under the pool lights strung overhead.  At the top of each stroke, Yumi stuck out her tongue and licked at the dribbling slit.  Beside her, Carla and Jessica did likewise with the cocks between their jugs and more of the partygoers, both male and female, gathered around the trio to watch the show.  There was a round of applause several minutes later when all three cocks erupted and splattered cum all over the faces of the three women.

* * *

Emily Arcand lay on her mattress in the grips of a nightmare.  At least she hoped it was a nightmare, but after her visit from Guide showing her the origins of her ring, she couldn't quite be certain about that.  Beside her, Fellah whimpered and snuggled tighter against her as if trying to protect her even from her dreams, but she knew he couldn't.  In her dream, she came on a wood box, girded around with metal.  Her dream self knew it was the absolute wrong thing to do, but she opened the box anyway.  A horde of small red spiders poured out and swarmed over her body, biting at her flesh and literally eating her alive.  Then even as she felt herself failing, a light rose up out of the box and began to swallow everything around it except her as she lay there being consumed by the spiders.  The light swallowed up the room and kept going.  Somehow, Emily saw the light spread out to swallow the large house that surrounded it and then Delta City and still it kept going across the world until it had consumed the entire planet.  Then the lid snapped back shut and the box floated alone in the blackness of space.  That was the last thing Emily saw before the spiders ate her eyes and she was blind again.  Emily then felt the spiders probe inside her mouth and start to devour her tongue.

Emily came awake gasping for air and tasted something awful in her mouth.  For a second, she thought the spiders might have been real, but then she realized her face was covered in slime as Fellah had woken her by licking her face with his tongue.   He now stood there panting and staring into her eyes with a worried look on his ugly face, though Emily couldn't see that.  "Yu know, we really need to do something about your bad breath," Emily told the dog and hugged him to her.  "We'ave also got to find out what we are supposed to do because all I know right now is it has something to do with my ring and that box."

	 * * *

Ms. Americana heard a bird singing and opened her eyes.  She looked around groggily and all she saw were naked bodies sprawled around the room.  She tried to get up and only then realized someone was laying on top of her.  Looking down, she saw it was herself lying with her mouth still wrapped around one of her nipples.  She gave her head a shake and reviewed that last bit.  It made no sense and so she took a closer look.  The woman sucking on her nipple as she slept was not herself, but someone wearing the tatters of her costume and a dark wig that was partially askew.  Oh right, that was Got Gal dressed up as her.  Whose stupid idea had that been.

"Got Gal, Tonya, wake up!" hissed Ms. Americana and she reached out to give the sleeping woman a shake.

"Huh, what?" said a fuzzy sounding Got Gal as she let Ms. Americana's nipple slip from her mouth.  "Why have you got your tits shoved in my face?"  Then Got Gal's eyes narrowed as she studied the woman wearing the remnants of Green Spectre's costume.  "You're not Greenie," she accused and then memory seemed to flood back.  "Oh right, we switched costumes for a reason that totally eludes me at the moment.  What's up?"

"I think it is morning," said Ms. Americana looking around and seeing dim light starting to filter in through the windows of the frat house.  "If I had to guess, I would say we got hit by another load of Bliss and other drugs."

"Then the experimental pills Professor Werder created didn't work," said Got Gal sitting up.  She surveyed her body which was covered with dried cum.  "Looks like we had a good time even if I don't remember much of it.  There was something about the sidekicks dancing and making out and then everything gets kind of hazy."

"It might be better if we don't remember," said Ms. Americana as she tried to get up and had to exert herself more than she expected as the puddle of cum she had been lying in had dried to an almost glue like consistency and bound her to the rug.  "Can you see Green Spectre?"

"I think that's her with the lampshade on her head and er I think one of those big candles shoved up her ass," said Got Gal.

"You get her on her feet while I look for the sidekicks," said Ms. Americana.

"Yeah, I get the shitty job," muttered Got Gal as she crawled over to Green Spectre and yelled in her ear.  "Rise and shine Greenie," and gingerly grabbing the candle, she gave a hard yank and pulled a good ten inches of thick, half melted candle out of Green Spectre's rear entrance.

"aaaaaeeeeiiiiiooooouuuuuu," screamed Green Spectre as she was rudely woken up by someone yelling in her ear and an almost orgasmic sensation from her rear.  "What the fuck is going on?" she moaned.

"Morning and I think we should get out of here before all the frat boys wake up and want another MILF run," said Got Gal.

"Oh goddess, my mouth tastes like stale cum," complained Green Spectre as she tottered to her feet.  "What about Summer and the others?" she asked as thoughts of her daughter came flooding back in.

"I found them," said Ms. Americana who had shifted half a dozen frat boys off the trio of sidekicks.  "I suggest we each grab our own and get moving."

Got Gal and Green Spectre tottered over and with some difficulty slung their unconscious sidekicks over their shoulders.  "What about the other three?" asked Got Gal as she recalled Yumi, Jessica and Carla.

"I don't see them here," said Ms. Americana who was trying to ignore the sensual feeling of Flag Girl's breasts with her hard nipples pressing into her own bare skin.  "Let's check out back by the pool."  They found the three younger heroines still lying on their loungers, barely recognizable under countless loads of jizz.  "I don't feel up to carrying two of them," said Ms. Americana and then she gestured towards the pool.  "Dump our three sleeping beauties in and then these three.  That should wake them up and remove the worst of the cum."

That suggestion brought smiles to the faces of Got Gal and Green Spectre and a minute or so later there were squeals of outraged confusion as the six junior heroines floundered around in the water.  "You know, maybe we should join them," said Ms. Americana as she regarded her own slimed body and without further delay jumped in the pool herself.  Got Gal and Green Spectre shrugged and joined her.  They didn't stay in long and rose out of the pool somewhat cleaner and dripping wet.  The frat boys and other guests were starting to stir, so the heroines quickly gathered up what they could find of their costumes and clothes and made a beeline for the parking lot.  It was a tight squeeze and the nine naked  heroines were jammed in face to tit in the Heroine Catering van as they roared out of the lot and headed for Wade manor.  They were about halfway there when they heard the sound of a siren and peering in the mirror Ms. Americana saw a motorcycle cop waving at them to pull over.

The End