The Other Adventures of Nancy #1
by DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

Author's Note
Nancy, in one form or another has been a character I created in my mind many years ago.  I finally started recording her adventures in a series called Delta City PI where Nancy visits the famous or maybe infamous city of Delta City created by Mr. X and populated by many scantily clad, buxom super heroines such as Ms. Americana.  This story then is a spin off of that series, or maybe Delta City PI is a spinoff of this story.  You decide.  In a nutshell, this story or series if it develops into one chronicles Nancy's non Delta City adventures.

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Dean Elaine Higgins looked at Nancy over the top of the resume she had just read.  "You have a very unusual resume Ms. Smith" she said.

Nancy gazed calmly back at the dean who was an attractive African-American probly in her late thirties.  "Yes ma'am, but I think you will find it all in order and you are of course welcome to check my references."

"Ah yes," said Dean Higgins, putting the resume back on her desk.  "I don't think I have ever seen a resume that lists Interpol, the FBI, the CIA and the RCMP ain the work history and for references."

Nancy doubted that Ms. Higgins had the figurative balls to actually phone those organizations to ask about her, but if she did, they would give Nancy a sparkling reference.  She had in fact worked with all of those agencies at one time or another in the past.  They just hadn't always known about it, but when her employers set up an identity with references, it would pass the tightest scrutiny.  Nancy didn't know how they did it and frankly that wasn't her department.  She just went where she was sent and they had told her to apply for this job.  When it was all over, maybe they would tell her what it was all about and maybe they wouldn't.  It was that old "need to know" scenario.

"With that kind of work history, why are you aplying for this job?" asked Dean Higgins when Nancy didn't say anything.  "Shouldn't you be ...oh I don't know, working for the secret service and guarding the president?"

Nancy shrugged.  "The job intrigued me.  It is not often you see the Dean of the Women's Studies Department hiring a security guard."

Dean Higgins made a face.  "How much do you know about what is going on here at the university?"

"Nothing beyond the ad in the paper," said Nancy truthfully.  Her employers had given her the ad and set up her identity, but given her no more background. 

"I see," said the dean sitting back in her chair.  "Well the short version is this.  We have had three female students disappear in the last month.  No trace of them has been found.  Their friends and family have not heard from them."

Nancy raised an eyebrow.  "I must admit to being confused then.  That sounds like something the police and campus security should be handling and not the head of the Women's Studies Department."

Dean Higgins snorted.  "You would think.  But both the head of police and the head of security are a couple of morons who think because they have balls that they know everything.  They both say that the girls just met a guy and ran off with him.  There is afterall no signs of violence or struggle in the disappearances.  In fact, the dorm rooms of all three girls were totally cleaned out with no personal items left behind."

Nancy frowned.  "I can see a girl finding a sugar daddy and running off, but three in one month?  And none of them contacting their family?  The cleaned out rooms seems more likely to be someone hiding evidence."

Dean Higgins nodded.  "My thoughts exactly and it is nice to have a professional confirm them.  Which brings me back to why it is the Woman's Studies Department who is hiring you.  Chief Wicker, our illustrious head of campus security refuses to allocate any additional resources to the situation.  Likewise for the local Sherrif. I have a bit of money in my budget and the best I could get from Chief Wicker is that he will cooperate or at least maybe tolerate the person I hire.  He was actually supposed to be here ten minutes ago to sit in on this interview."

As if on cue, the Dean's office door banged open and a large burly man entered without knocking.  Nancy could see Sally, the Dean's receptionist over his shoulder looking a bit pissed at Wicker for storming past her and going in unannounced.

Wicker stopped and stared at Nancy.  "What the fuck?" he turned to Dean Higgins.  "You are hiring a broad?  I thought if I have to put up with this bullshit, at least you would hire someone competent."

Nancy saw sparks starting to come from Dean Higgin's eyes and steam pour out of her ears and thought she had better intervene before things got out of hand.  Nancy didn't much care for Wicker's attitude, but she was going to have to try and work with him. "She did hire someone competent Chief.  I have had several years experience working with various law enforcement agencies...."

"Yeah, yeah, giving out parking tickets, I am sure," sneerd Wicker.  He gave the blonde another longer look.  She was dressed in a clean, neat pair of jeans, a buttoned up white top and a jean jacket.  Nothing that would stand out and scream "cop" to everyone on campus.  Wicker's gaze lingered now on the blonde's most noticable attributes, the two huge mounds in that white blouse that probably nothing could totally disguise.

"Oh fuck it.  Just stay the fuck out of my way."  With that, the security chief dropped an ID on the deans desk and stormed out.

"Charming man," commented Nancy when he was gone.

"He was a star football player here thirty years ago," said the dean.  "He even has a statue down in the phys-ed building I am told."

"He probably weighs as much as the statue now," said Nancy with a grin and Dean Higgins matched it.

"Well, that settles it.  You are hired.  Like I said, we can't pay much and probably only until the end of the semester.  I can, however, give you a place to stay in one of the dorms."

"Works for me," said Nancy and picked up the ID Wicker had dropped and scoooped up the three files on the missing girls.  "I can get started five minutes ago."

* * *
Nancy picked up her backpack from the dean's outer office where she had left it and stuffed the folders into it.  The blonde tended to travel light, so the backpack contained pretty much everything she owned which was a spare blouse, two extra pairs of panties, two extra pairs of socks, her special tablet and her guns which were hidden in a false bottom compartment.  Eastchester University was located in the small Californian college town of San Franklin.  Tuition was high and it tended to attract the less ambitious sons and daughters of the rich and powerful.  The ambitious ones went to Yale and Harvard, the rest came to places like Eastchester where the surfing was good and the beaches were sandy.  Chief Wicker's football heroics had been for a Dvision III school and thus hadn't even been a blip on the NFL radar.

Nancy decided to check out her dorm room, not because she needed to get settled in, but because it was one of the rooms that had belonged to a missing girl.  Kerry McLain had vanished nearly a month ago in the middle of the night and as Dean Higgins had said, without  a trace or a word from her since.  Nancy also had keys to the other two dorm rooms and the dean had agreed to keep them empty, despite the high demand for single rooms until Nancy had a chance to examine them.

The fact that they were single rooms was about the only thing they seemed to have in common.  They were in three different dorm buildings, widely spread around the sprawling campus.  While Kerry's room was on the ground floor, the other two had been upper story rooms.  Kerry's room was in an all girls dorm while the other two had been co-ed.  Kerry had been the only one of the three actually enrolled in Women's Studies, the other two had been taking Education and Arts.  Kerry was from California, one of the others from New York and the third from Atlanta.  The total commonalities other than they were missing seemed to be they were attractive young women who had lived in solo dorm rooms on campus.

Nancy found Henderson Dorm, tucked in behind the Science building and made her way down to room 19 which was at the far end of the hall.  The blonde unlocked the door and started to step inside and froze at the sight in front of her.  On the bed were two college girls, one was a brunette laying on her back on the bed with her skirt pulled up and her panties around her knees.  The other was a blonde who was fully dressed and kneeling between the brunette's wide spread legs.

The two girls looked up at Nancy.  Nancy looked at the number on the key and the number on the door which matched.  The brunette flushed red and flipped her skirtdown, trying to get up, but hobbled by her lowered panties.

"Er, I think I have the right room, said Nancy stepping fully inside and closing the door.

"I, I don't know," said the blonde who knelt there frozen in place and also blushingbeet red.  "This was poor Kerry's room.  It wasn't being used, so Dixie and me thought we um might use it for a while.  Who are you?"

Nancy calmly extended her hand to both girls, the brunette trying to vainly tug her panties up.  "My name is Nancy Smith.  I am thinking of coming here next semester as a mature student admission.  I am going to audit a few classes for the rest of this semester and they assigned me this room."   That was the cover story, Nancy had worked out with Dean Higgins.  The blonde planned to keep her security status secret if she could as she thought people would be more likely to open up to a fellow student than a cop, even a private cop.

"It, it wasn't what it looked like," said Dixie.  "I um just pulled a muscle or something jogging and Myra was um examining it for me."

"Really?" said Nancy to Myra.

The blonde shrugged and gave Nancy a sheepish look.  "That has got to be the lamest excuse ever Dixie," she said to the dark haired girl.  Turning back to Nancy, she went on.  "Please don't tell anyone.  I know it isn't like illegal, but Dixie and I were just kind of curious you know.  Trying new things is supposed to be what college is all about, so we well thought we would, but I was still trying to work up my courage to do it when you came in."

Dixie nodded.  "I thought either Myra or me was going to faint or maybe both of us.  Some of the mean girls really look down on the open lesbians on campus and so we wanted to maybe try it without anyone knowing.  If either of us could work up the courage or knew what the hell to actually do."

Nancy considered the situation for a moment.  These two girls had apparently known the missing girl Kerry McLain.  Perhaps they could tell her something useful.  Perhaps they would tell her more in a more relaxed frame of mind.  "I promise not to mention this to anyone," she said.  "And if you want um a few pointers on what you were thinking about doing, I might be able to help you."

Myra and Dixie goggled for a second and then looked at each other uncertainly.

"You mean," said Dixie uncertainly.  "You could teach us how to um...." she trailed off.

"How to lick pussy?" asked Nancy as she put her backpack on the small desk by the door.

The two girls blushed some more and exchanged another glance with each other.

"I, I think we could use some um advice," said Myra and Dixie nodded in agreement.

"Would you like your first lesson right now?" asked Nancy as she took off her jean jacket and placed it on top of her backpack.

The action drew both girl's attention to the same large mounds in her blouse that Chief Wicker had noticed.  Neither seemed able to speak at the moment, but they both nodded their heads shyly.

Nancy unbuttoned her blouse and moved towards the small bed.  "Ok then Dixie get back into the position I found you in."  The girls sat frozen for a while longer as Nancy dropped her blouse on the floor and unhooked her bra to let her large, round 38F boobs out to bounce and jiggle slightly.  Slowly, Dixie laid back on the bed as Myra got off it, both watching Nancy slide down her jeans and panties.

"I never had the nerve to shave down there," breathed Myra staring at Nancy's shaved pussy.

"It can be a lot cooler on a hot day," responded Nancy as she got into the kneeling position between Dixie's legs that Myra had vacated..  The brunette's skirt was still flipped down, covering her pussy.  Nancy reached for it, but stopped and looked Dixie in the eyes.  "You sure you are ok with this?"

"yes," gulped Dixie, "I want to give it a try.  I really do."

Nancy nodded and flipped up Dixie's skirt to expose her slit, glistening with moisture.  "Well, it looks like your body agrees with your mind," said Nancy with a smile.  Then Nancy gestured Myra to come closer.  "Get as close as you can, so you can see what I am doing."

Myra nodded and managed to cram herself onto the small bed with her face near the crotch of her friend.

Nancy leaned down and ran her tongue over Dixie's swollen pussy lips which elicited a gasp and a moan from the brunette.  "You can start off slow, licking her labia like this," instructed Nancy.  "It feels real nice as a warm-up," and Dixie seemed to moan on cue as Nancy took another lick

"Then after doing that for a while, you can start to ease your tongue between her folds, probing inside her pussy," said Nancy, her voice getting a little harder to understand as she did what she had said and extended her tongue inside Dixie's wet pussy.

"Holy fuck," whispered Myra looking from what Nancy was doing to her friend's face and back.  "She is actually licking yur pussy.  She has got her tongue way deep inside.  I guess that officialy makes you a lesbian"

Dixie blushed and moaned louder.  Nancy pulled her face up from Dixie's pussy her face glistening a bit from the dark haired girls juices.  "Not necessarily, she corrected Myra gently.  "Remember, it is just an experiment.  The two of you might not like it and decide to be straight, or maybe you will like both guys and gals and be bisexual."

Myra nodded and looked at her friend.  "What do you think Dixie?  Do you like it?"

"Fuck yes," gasped Dixie and reached down to run her hands lightly through Nancy's blonde hair.  "It feels real good, you are going to have to let Nancy do it to you too.  I think I almost came when she stuck her tongue in my box."

Nancy smiled and returned to her probing, swirling her tongue around inside Dixie's pussy until she found the spot she wanted and Dixie's eyes rolled back in her head.  "That's her g-spot," said Nancy to Myra who was staring open mouthed at Nancy and her friend.  "It is not quite in the same place for every woman, but you will know when you find it by their reaction."

Both Myra and Nancy looked at Dixie who was srithing around on the bed.  "Oh fuck, do that again," begged Dixie.  "I never felt anything like that before in my life."

Nancy obliged and Dixie gave out an even louder moan.

"I think you would be a bit more comfortable Dixie if we got rid of a few of these clothes," said Nancy as she pulled her tongue out of Dixie's pussy and began to unbutton the brunette's blouse.

"Uh huh," agreed Dixie as if mesmerized, watching Nancy's hands undress her.  The older blonde slipped the blouse off and then undid Dixie's bra to expose her perky C cups that were topped by a pair of pink and very hard nipples.  Nancy gave the girl's breasts a gentle squeeze and then returned her mouth to Dixie's pussy.

Dixie was now playing with her own breasts as Nancy ate her out and after a while she looked at Myra.  "Hey, someone here has too many clothes on."

Nancy paused her licking again to grin at Myra.  "She's right you know.  You are seeing all our goodies, now show us yours."

Myra blushed under the stare of Nancy and her friend, but then slowly began to undress.  She had been wearing a yellow sun dress and she pulled it over her head slowly before tossing it on the floor, giving her blonde head a shake to get the hair out of her face.

Nancy and Dixie continued to watch as Myra undid her bra and let her own C cup tits pop free and then pulled down her panties to display her true blonde status.

"Nice," said Nancy.  "I think you two are pretty much even in the boob department."

"But not anywhere close to your huge knockers," giggled Myra self consciously as the other two women examined her naked body,.

"Size isn't everything, especially with guys," drawled Nancy which got a chuckled from both nervous girls and then the older woman reburied her face in Dixie's cunt.

"Fuck, this is the hottest thing I ever saw," whispered Myra as she too began to play wiwth her tits as she watched the older blonde munch on her friend's pussy.  "I mean I saw a few things in a porn movie once, but it was not nearly as hot as being right here like this.  What does it taste like?" she asked curiously.

"Very sweet," replied Nancy and looked up, her face now very wet with dixie's flowing juices.  "Here give me a kiss and you can get a taste if you want."

Myra hesitated and then closing her eyes, leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips over Nancys then sat back.

"So, howdo I taste?" asked Dixie with a giggle.

"myra ran her tongue hesitantly over her lips then smiled.  "Delicious," she proclaimed and that brought chuckles from both Nancy and Dixie.

"You kissed a girl," giggled Dixie.  "Now it is you who are the lesbian."

Myra tossed back her blonde hair.  "I can live with that," she declared with another grin.  "Especially if being a lesbian is this much fun."

"Now the next lesson in pussy licking," said Nancy is the clit.  Treat it just like a little tiny cock, give it a few licks and suck on it as hard as you can."  The blonde demonstrated this adroitly and Dixie found herself clutching tightly at the blonde's hair as she felt a shudder of pleasure run through her body.

"Oh holy fuck, I can't hold back any longer," screamed Dixie and she began to cum, shooting her juices in a gusher all oovr Nancy's face and into her mouth.  Dixie couldn't seem to form any more words for a minute or more as she just moaned and gasp and let fly with all she had.

Nancy had to finally an gently disengage Dixie's hands from her hair so she could lift her face up, swallowing the last of the brunette's honey.

"Me next please?" asked Myra as she played with her hard nipples.

Nancy nodded and the two girls switched positions with Myra now on her back, legs spread wide and her shyness forgotten in her eagerness to feel her pussy licked for the first time.

Now it was Dixie who crouched beside Nancy and watched carefuly as the blonde showed her how to eat pussy properly.  Nancy brought in another variation this time when she slipped two fingers in Myra's dripping slit and began to finger fuck the other blonde as she sucked on the hard nub of her clit.    This brought the second girl to another wet climax  as she plastered her juices all over Nancy's face and lay back panting for breath.

"Ok, now that you have seen me do it, who wants to give it a try?" asked Nancy.

The two younger women looked at each other uncertainly, not sure if they wanted to be first, but not really wanting to show lak of willing.

"I will," said Dixie finally with just a bit of a shake in her voice.

"Just relax and do what I showed you and everything will be fine," reassured Nancy as she now laid down on her back on the damp sheets and spread her thighs apart.  Then she looked at Dixie and gave the nervous brunette a wink.  "It's all yours sweetie, munch away."

Dixie slowly moved to position herself between Nancy's legs and then drawing a deep breath bent her head down and with Myra watching intently took her first ever lick of pussy.  A look of wonder passed across Dixie's face and then she took another lick before looking up at her friend.  "God she tastes real good.  I thought it might be gross you know, but it isn't.  It's delicious."

"Let me try then," said Myra and Nancy had to spread her legs wider to let both girls between them.  Myra was not quite so hesitant as Dixie as she stuck out her tongue and ran it over Nancy's labia.  "Damn, you are right.  She is tasty."

With that it seemed like a dam had been broken and the two younger women both shoved their faces down between Nancy's legs and began to lick her shaved pussy with increasing excitement and fervour..  Nancy thought they were both good students and fast learners as she laid back, running her fingers through their hair as they ate her out

"That's it, suck on my clit," she gasped to Dixie while Myra finger fucked her with three of her smaller fingers.

Both girls gave little squeals of excitement when the older blonde squirted out a load that drenched both their faces.

After that, the girls laid down on either side of Nancy, squeezing together to cuddle and touch each other.  There were a few shy, tentative kisses at first and then the kisses became more and more passionate as the three women tried all the combinations available while the third party contented herself with sucking on the breasts of their bedmates.  Neither of the young girls seemed to mind much when it was their turn to slide their mouth around Nancy's large erect nipples.

In the glow of their love making, it was easy for Nancy to turn the conversation to the missing Kerry and the girls told her everything they knew about her.  Kerry had no boyfriend they said.  Both thought that Kerry was curious about other girls like they were, but like them too afraid to act on it.  She had worked hard at her schoolwork and was doing well. She had been on very close and good terms with her family and had invited both girls to come visit her on the summer break.  She had earned a little money working as a waitress at one of the campus bars.  Both girls had giggled at that and had to explain that the bar had a bit of a reputation as beeing the "queer" bar on campus, but again both girls didn't think Kerry had gone farther than talkiing about doing something.

Nancy found the last item the most interesting.  This was the same bar that she had agreed to meet Dean Higgins for a drink after the dean got off work.  The idea had been to discuss any progress and give nancy a chance to ask any questions she might have come up with.  Nancy glanced at her two bed companions and decided it was best not to reveal how she had gathered her information.  It had been a lot more fun than bright lights and yelling.

When Dixie and Myra finally got dressed and were ready to go, Nancy spotted a necklace peeking out from behind  the night table that she hadn't noticed before.  "Did one of you forget this?" she teased holding it up.  The necklace appeared to be just simple costume jewellery, some odd coloured green beads on a string.

Both girls shook their heads.

"That was Kerry's," said Dixie.  "I remember her coming home one night wearing it.  I meant to ask her where she got it, but didn't before she um disappeared."

Both girls looked suddenly sad at the reminder of their missing friend and took their leave of Nancy.

* * *
Nancy's next stop was the third floor room in Florence Place, a co-ed dorm with girls on odd floors and boys on even.  Patty Hamilton had been the second girl to disappear about a week after Kerry.  There was no hanky panky going on this time and Dean Higgins had been right, the room was totally cleaned out.  A small group of students came by to see what was happening in the empty room and Nancy had told them her story about auditing classes and possibly attendingnext semester.  "The dean gave me keys to some empty rooms to see which place I liked best," she concluded and the girls all nodded their heads dutifully.  Nancy was about to move on to the third dorm when she suddenly noticed one of the girls was wearing a necklace identical to the one she had found in Kerry's room.

"That is a really unusual shade of green," she told the girl pointing to the necklace.  "If I promise not to wear it at the same time as you, could you tell me where you got it?"

The girl looked a little embarrassed.  "Um, it's not mine."

"Oh? Do you think your friend would tell me where she bought it?" asked Nancy as casually as she could manage.

"Er, well it actually belonged to Patty," said the girl lookingdown at her shoes and not meeting Nancy's eyes.  Some of the other girls were looking at her curiously as well now.  "Um, well after Patty disappeared, I um found it in her room.  I know I shouldn't have taken it, but it went perfectly with this one dress and...." the girl trailed off.

Nancy smiled at her.  "Don't worry dear, if Patty ran off with a sugar daddy to Hawaii likeeveryone thinks then she probably isn't worried about a little trinket like that."

The girl nodded uncertainly and Nancy bade the girls farewell on her way to the next room.

Nancy was feeling excited about her possible lead, though for the life of her, she couldn't see how the necklaces tied into the disappearances.  It wasn't like they looked valuable and in fact they had been left behind when even the dental floss had been taken.

The seventh floor room of Madira Gonzales at Walker Tower, however, put a damper on Nancy's enthusiasm.  The room was stripped just as bare and without giving away her real mission, Nancy didn't see anyway to canvas and grill the students in surrounding rooms about a weird green necklace.  Well, maybe campus security and the sherrif could tell her something.

Chief Wicker had not been thrilled to see Nancy when she stopped by campus security, , but he did usher her into his private office and moved a pile of folders from a guest chair to give her a place to sit down.  Nancy looked around the small, dingy office, casting around for a way to try and establish a connection with the man.  Her eyes alighted on the photo on his desk of Wicker with his arm around a woman of his own age with three girls in front of them smiling at the camera.  The girls seemed to range in age from 14 to perhaps 20 thought Nancy.

"Wife and kids?" asked Nancy gesturing towards the picture.

Wicker frowned, but his eyes softened when he picked up the picture for a second and put it down.  "Yeah, my wife and the three brats," but he smiled when he said the last word.

"Not sorry there are no boys?" asked Nancy catching his expression.

"Not for a second," declared Wicker vehemently.  "They drive me nuts sometimes, but I think they are all going to turn out ok.  One day they will really do things in this stupid world."

"Any of them want to go into policing or security work?" probed Nancy.

"Nah, they ....," Wicker stopped and made a face then looked over at Nancy.  "I made an ass out of myself this morning didn't I?"

"A bit," agreed Nancy judiciously.

Wicker sighed.  "I know times are changing, but sometimes the speed of things just makes my head spin and I want it all to stop or at least slow down.  Take all this LGBXYZ or whatever stuff.  You never saw that stuff when I was growing up and playing football, but now it is everywhere and I don't know what to do or think about it."

"I think it was always there, people just didn't talk about it much, often out of fear." said Nancy quietly.  "Same way we never used to hear much about domestic abuse.  It happened, but often people just looked the other way.  If a man slapped his wife around behind closed doors, then most people just pretended they didn't know about it or worse thought it was the man's right to do it.  I rather suspect you wouldn't like someone doing that to one of your daughters."

"No, I sure as hell wouldn't," agreed Wicker.   "I want my girls to have a fair chance at whatever they do decide to do."  Wicker sat back in his chair, lost in thought for a moment then stirred himself.  "I did finally read your resume.  You really worked for all those law enforcement agencies?"

"Yes," said Nancy truthfully.

"I applied for the FBI before I got married.  It seems my education was based more on how good I was at throwing the football and not on what they were actually teaching in the classroom if you get my meaning.  I was still a big man," and he glanced down at his waist, "and now a bigger man on this campus and it got me this job.  I guess i can't complain too much since it is where I met Millie and we got the three kids here."  The chief gave his head another shake to clear the cobwebs.  "So, Ms. Smith, did you find out anything?"

Nancy pulled out the necklace from Kerry's room and showed it to Wicker and then explained about Patty having an identical necklace.  Wicker examined the necklace and frowned.  "We shouldn't have missed this.  Pretty colour.  I agree that the odds of two of the missing girls having the same necklace are pretty huge, but I don't see how the necklaces connect to the disappearances unless it some kind of sicko calling card.  What about the third girl, Madira?"

"I didn't find one in her room and I wanted to keep my investigation low key, so I didn't want to grill her neighbors and friends.  I was wondering if your people had seen one of the necklaces in her room."

Wicker shook his head.  "It was all cleaned out as I recall.  If anything was found, they would have it down at the Sherrif's office.  I would offer to give Sherrif Blackwell a call, but frankly he thinks campus security is something he scrapes off his shoes."

"Well thank you for your time Chief.  I will go bait the lion in his den and see if I get my head bitten off," said Nancy as she stood up.

Chief Wicker got up and actually stuck out a hand awkwardly for Nancy to shake.  "I will have my boys and er girls too keep their eyes open for these necklaces and let you know if I turn up anything."

Nancy thanked him again  for his time and walked the mile or so off campus to the Sherrif's Office where she found Chief Wicker at his worst had been a pleasant ray of sunshine and gender equality compared to Sherrif Armand Blackwell.  Like Wicker, he had been told about Nancy being hired. and he was even less thrilled about the fact.  When Nancy asked him about what, if anything they had found in the dorm rooms, he had suggested she could suck his cock.  Nancy briefly considered whether this would actually accomplish what she wanted and decided it wouldn't.  She also contemplated the joys of hanging the Sherrif by his balls from the overhead lights using his shoelaces, but regretfully decided she would have to pass on that pleasure. 

Instead, leaving Blackwell in his office, Nancy had wandered down the hall and found the property room.  "Sherrif Blackwell wants you to take him the green necklace you found at Walker Towers to his office,"  she told the balding sergeant on duty.

"What thefuck does he want it for?" asked the sergeant, quickly minimizing his game of solitaire on his computer.

Nancy shrugged.  "I'm just the menial messenger," and she showed the man her campus security ID.

The sergeant frowned at it and her and then sighed and went into a back room and a minute later emerged with a green necklace in a plastic evidence bag.  He said he was too busy to take it himself, so she could deliver it to the Sherrif.  The incompetent didn't even make her sign it out, groused the professional in Nancy but she thanked him, pocketed the necklace and walked out of the Sherrif's department.  Glancing at her watch, she had just enough time to walk back to campus for her drink with Dean Higgins.

* * *

Elaine Higgins was waiting for Nancy when she walked into the Peacock Bar.  The place was larger and louder than Nancy had anticipated and the dean looked a bit anxious or nervous as she saw Nancy and waved her over to the corner table where she was sitting alone.

The dean was drinking a glass of white wine and Nancy ordered a beer from the waitress.  Nancy didn't drink alcohol.  Well, that wasn't totally true, it was more that the alcohol had zero effect on her, so she normally didn't bother with it ecept to be sociable or out of necessity.  Nancy could drink a 40oz bottle of vodka and it might as well be water as all it did was make her go to the bathroom.  Her body just seemed to metabolize it as quickly as she drank it.  She couldn't even claim to like the taste as the only thing more vile to her taste buds seemed to be coffee. 

As Nancy sipped cautiously on her beer, she told Dean Higgins about what she had found out, including the necklaces and the fact that Kerry McLain, the first girl to disappear, had worked in this bar as a waitress.

Dean Higgins frowned at the necklace and agreed it was an unusual shade of green, but like Nancy she couldn't see any connection between the necklaces and the disappearances.  She was a bit annoyed that campus security had missed the necklace in two of the three rooms.

"I do remember now that Kerry did work here," said the dean in conclusion.  "Er, this is the LGBTQ friendly bar on campus, or at least it's not as hostile as the others on campus and in town.  As dean of the Womens Study Department, I try to come here in order to um try and build bridges between us and the LGBTQ community."

Nancy arched an eyebrow and Dean Higgins flushed a little.  "I um, have to confess to a second reason for this meeting besides getting an update."

Nancy arched her other eyebrow.

"IIm um well have to admit to finding you attractive.  I was going to ask you out on a date, but then common sense took hold.  I am your nominal supervisor and that wouldn't be appropriate.  I want to apologize to youfor even thinking it might be or even that I thought I had the nerve to do it."

"Creating bridges to the LGBTQ community doesn't include dating another woman I take it?" asked Nancy with a gentle smile to make sure there was no rebuke intended.

Elaine sighed.  "I am so in the closet, I can't see the door from where I am sitting.  I have my share of ambition and someday I want to be president of this university.  God knows why.  My chances of achievingthat considering our board of directors is less than zero if they find out I am dating another woman."

Nancy shrugged.  "It's your life and I can't tell you howq to run it.  You are right though that us dating would not be appropriate with you being my supervisor and a possible suspect."

Dean Higginss'  eyes went wide at that last statement and she started to form a protest, but Nancy stopped her with another gesture and a smile.

"Don't worry.  You are way down on my suspect list. It wouldn't be logical for you to be guilty and then bring me in to investigate when no one else even wants an investigation.  I just have to think of all possibilities, however remote they might be.  I have run into crazier things in my work and it is a classic plot twist in mystery novels."

Dean Higgins grinned weakly."Well I guess I deserved that for thinking about trying to date you.  Will you please keep me informed, even if I am a suspect of any developments?"  Nancy nodded, and the dean finished her glass of wine and said a slightly hasty goodbye.

* * *

It was only a minute or so after the dean left that a slender young woman sat down in the chair that Elaine Higgins had vacated.

"So, was our closeted dean trying to pick you up?" asked the woman.

Nancy regarded the woman silently for a few seconds and noted two important things.  First, she wasnt a woman, but a man dressed as a woman.  The clothing, wig, and make-up were extremely well done and Nancyfigured that he could easily pass as a woman to nearly everyone, but Nancy had been drilled relentlessly on observing things carefully.  The second thing didn't take any great Holmesian observation skills.  There was a necklace around his neck of that same rather odd green colour.

"I really dont know what you are talking about," replied Nancy finally.  "The dean was just having a drink with me and had to leave."

The man snorted.  Yeah right.  She is the only one who thinks no one knows about her.  She comes in here and looks at all the girls like a drowning woman and goes out alone."

"And just who are you and what business is it of yours?" asked Nancy casually and took another sip of the vile beer.

 "My name is Ronnie Brandon, and it is really no business of mine.  I guess it was just an opening line for a pick-up."

"Really?" asked Nancy.

Ronnie squinted his eyes at something in Nancy's tone.  "You can tell can't you?"

"That you are really a man?  Yes." agreed Nancy.

"Damn, I fool most people," said Ronnie.  "To be accurate though, I am female or planning to be. Before they do the gender reassignment surgery, they make you live a year as a woman, so you are sure you want to go through with the big snip.  I consider myself to be a woman already though."

Nancy shrugged.  "Fine by me, I shall hereafter use female pronouns when thinking about you."

Ronnie grinned.  "Normally people run away screaming when I tell them that last bit."

"It takes a lot to make me run away screaming," said Nancy and took another sip of her beer wondering which dog had pissed in it.  "I don't quite get, however, what your interest is in me."

"Old habits," laughed Ronnie.

"I beg your pardon?" asked Nancy.

"Well, you are the hottest woman in the bar and any man worth his salt should be trying to pick you up.  Frankly, I was always too shy as Ronald to try it, but Ronnie is braver.  Unfortunately braver does not seem to be the same thing as prudent or smart.  My old body instincts said go chat up the hot woman and my new gender was still sitting on the bar stool going 'what the hell are you doingfool?'"

Nancy laughed and tried to think of a way to bring up the topic of the necklace.  Ronnie, despite her words looked jumpy to her.  An old friend of hers, Marshal McLoud would say she was 'as skittish as a mule with a burr under its saddle'.

Suddenly there was a cmmotion by the door and they both looked over.  "Oh great, muttered Ronnie the barbarians are at the gates."

"Who?" askedNancy s she watched seven or eight athletic looking men come into the bar and look around like they owned the place and were just allowing everyone else to sit there.

"Jocks," mouthed Ronnie  "Football team I believe and, oh great here they come."

Indeed, the group of men were comingstraight towards their table and stopped lookingdown at them.

"I'm Biff Calhoun, the football team quarterback.  How about you and me have a drink, a dance and afuck?"

"That's real classy Biff," said Ronnie rolling her eyes.  "Pick-up lines like that went out when we stopped waving clubs at our dates."

Biff rounded on Ronni, "Why don't you shut your mouth you fucking little pervert before I shut it for you," and the quarterback made a fist.

Nancy stood up.  She didn't see the point of a bar fight,so instead she just looked at Biffcalmly.  "Thank you for the offer, but Ronnie here was offering to show the new girl around campus."  The blonde reached down and took Ronnie's hand and held onto it as she walked with her towards the bar door.

Biff stared after them  "Yeah get out of here.  You must be some fuckingsex pervert yourself to hold hands with that wimp."

* * * 

Once they were outside, Ronnie made to let go of Nancys hand, but she held onto it.  

"It's ok," said Ronnie.  "I think you save my ass from a beating, but I don't expect you to do anything more."

"I told that moron you were showing me around the campus, so give me the tour," said Nancy.  "This is my first day and I don't know where half the buildings are yet."

Ronnie shrugged and for the next hour they walked hand in hand around the campus.  It earned them some odd looks as such an open display of holding hands between two women was apparently not often seen at Eastchester.  The mean girls and the morons like Biff and the board of directors, thought Nancy had a lot of people scared.  Nancy found she rather liked Ronnie and felt a bit guilty about how she was dealing with him.  She wanted to know about that necklace but was afraid being too direct about it might cause him to pull away.

The tour ended up at Florence Place, which had been the place where the second girl, Patty Henderson had disappeared.  During the tour, Ronnie had opened up quite a bit, talkingabout his life and his gender choice.  He said he had always been uncomfortable with the expectations of masculinity.

"So no last regrets?  You are goingthrough with the surgery?" asked Nancy as they stood in front of the building.

"Regrets?  Yes, a few.  Some things I never did, but I am having the surgery next week.  I can't wait." said Ronnie with a surprisingly sad note in her voice.

Nancy considered the woman in front of her.  "Regrets as in maybe never having been with a woman when you were a man?" she asked quietly.

Ronnie flushed and refused to meet Nancy's eyes.

Nancy gave Ronnie a lopsided smile and took her hand again and began to lead her into the dorm.  "Why don't you show me your room?" she suggested.

They got a few odd looks going down the hall.  Nancy noted that Eastchester still classified Ronnie as male as her room was on one of the male floors.  Ronnie unlocked the door to his single room explaining that no one had wanted to room with him, so he had gotten a single which was fine by him.

Nancy looked around the room which was neat and tidy.  Now wasn't theresomething she was supposed to do?  Oh yes, that was it.  Nancy opened up the dresser and found a pair of socks.  She took one sock and walked to the dorm room door and tied it on the handle as several bemused men watched.  Nancy gave them a little finger wave and closed the door.

Ronnie stared at the blonde for a few seconds.  "You do realize what that means right?  And um, you normally only do it if you are sharing a room."

Nancy nodded to show she knew and took off her jacket and began to undo her blouse for the second time that day.  "Tell me to stop and we can play cards for a few hours while those poor fuckers in the hall burn up with jealousy."
Ronnie didnt say anything, so Nancy finished removing her blouse and slipped off her bra to stand in front of the other woman topless.  Ronnie's eyes seemed to be bugging out of her head.

"I know this might seem a bit weird," said the brown haired woman as she came over to stand in touching distance of Nancy, but keeping her hands at her sides.  "Do you mind if I stay dressed as a woman as we do it?"

"Not if you don't," smiled Nancy and slipping off her jeans and panties as well before leading Ronnie over to the bed.  "So, do you want to be on top or the bottom or do you prefer something like doggie?"

Ronnie blushed as bright as Dixie an Myra had done.  "Let me try bottom for the first time," she finally managed.

"First time? laughed Nancy arching an eyebrow and.  ""My, aren't we feeling ambitious."

Ronnie grinned.  Sieze the day and all that rubbish," and laid down on her back on the bed.

The naked Nancy crawled up on top of the woman and lifted up the skirt an regarded the sizable bulge in the white satin panties.  "Don't take this the wrong way," she said with a laugh as she pulled them down and freed the trapped cock from its sleek prison.  "But they are going to need a big pair of scissors for that snip you are planning on."

"Just don't tell Biff," laughed Ronnie.  "It would make him feel inadequate with his little three inch pecker, or at least that is what the gossip around campus has it at."

"Never," agreed nancy and straddled Ronnie's hips and lowered herself onto the girl's cock while holding it steady with one hand.  It slippped into her wet pussy easily and the blonde heard Ronnie moan with pleasure as nancy's pussy enveloped her cock.

"Not a virgin anymore now are we?" said Nancy with a smile as she fully lowered herself onto the cock and leaned down to kiss Ronnie on the mouth.  The blonde had to admit this was one of her oddest sexual encounters.  Ronnie really did make a nice looking woman with her slender frame and delicate features, but it was a little hard to square that with the large thick cock currently filling up her pussy.

"At the sake of being rude," offered Ronnie.  "I wish Biff was here to watch me as I fuck the best lookingwoman on campus," and she reached up to grope and fondle Nancy's soft breasts with her hands.

"Maybe we can send him a picture," moaned Nancy and she began to ride up and down on Ronnie's cock.

"I know this is only a pity fuck," gasped Ronnie, "but it feels so damned good with my cock inside you."

"If I was doing pity fucks," countered Nancy, "then I would be doing Biff and his three incher.".

Ronnie groaned again.  "I don't want to ruin my totally nonexistent reputation as a stud, but damn it Nancy, I am already close to cumming.  Do you want me to pull out?"

"No worries, I have it covered," gasped Nancy and tightened her pussy around Ronnie's cock trying to make them cum at the same time or as close as she could.  It turned out to be a dead heat as the blonde felt Ronnie unload blast after blast of hot cum into her pussy while she squirted her honey all over his cock.

"You've been saving that up for quite a while," panted Nancy a few minutes later after riding the spurting cock until it played out.

"All my life," laughed Ronnie.

Nancy dismounted and moved back so her face hovered over the semi hard cock, coated with cum and her juices.  "Well, if we are making memories, then I think you need to have a blowjob to remember," and the investigator closed her lips around Ronnie's cock and began to suck it.

"Holy fuck, cried Ronnie in a voice that Nancy was sure carried to those listening outside the dorm room door.

Nancy bobbed her mouth up and down on the cock, taking it deeper an deeper as she felt it harden to full rigidity again and slide into her throat.  She held her mouth all the way down on Ronnie's cock for nearly a minute while the woman squirmed under her, then pulled her mouth clear with a string of saliva running from Ronnie's cockhead to her lips.  "That is considered deep throat," she told the astonished woman.

"I never did see that movie," moaned Ronnie.

Nancy giggled at the woman under her.  "Now I will give you a choice.  I can continue with the blowjob and let you do it in my mouth, or now that it is hard again, we can try another position."

"I feel like a kid getting to pick her own birthday present," said Ronnie.  "I am not superman though and I think one more go is all I am going to get tonight.  I think it was only your talented oral skills that made it past one.  Missionary sounds boring, how about doggie?"

"Woof woof," replied Nancy and turned around on her hands and knees to let Ronnie get behind her.  Ronnie couldn't help herself and gave Nancys ass a playful slap before lifting up her skirt to drape it over Nancys back and guide her cock into Nancy's waiting hole.  Ronnie reached around and took one of Nancys boobs in each hand and used them to help pull herself deeper into the blonde until she was fully sheathed once more.

Taking her time and savouring the sensation for what Ronnie knew was the first and last time, she began to thrust in and out of Nancy's pussy.  Ronnie made long gentle strokes, pulling her cock all the way back and then pushing it all the way back in.  After doing this a few dozen exquisite times, Ronnie felt her balls tingling again and new a second orgasm was building.  Now she began to pick up her pace, thrusting her hips in and out, picking up speed until the bed creaked and groaned under them.

"I can't hold back anymore," cried Ronnie and for the second time she emptied a thick creamy load of jizz into the blonde's willing pussy.

* * *

After that second time, Nancy and Ronnie lay together on the bed for several minutes, just relaxing.  Nancy fingered the strange green necklace that dangled down rubbing on her breasts as they lay together.  "That is a pretty thing, where did yu get it?"

"This?" asked Ronnie as she let her hands fall from the necklace and glide once more over Nancy's breasts, playing with them gently.  "In a couple of weeks, I will have a set of my own instead of just these bra stuffers," said Ronnie and then gave her head a shake.  "The necklace?  Oh it was in my dorm room when I moved in.  I thought it was some kind of prank.  You know, leave a necklace for the weird one.  No one ever owned up to it though, and I wear it mostly as a 'fuck you' to whoever did it.  I do kind of like the colour though."

* * *

It was getting late, so Nancy finally made her farewells to Ronnie and dressed to go back to her own room.  She needed to get a report to her real employers, not Dean Higgins, and her tablet had some special gadgets which might yield information on the two necklaces she had.

"Eat your hearts out boys," said the blonde as she strode down the hall, noting the boners in several pants of disapointed guys who couldn't seem to believe that this hot blonde had just made out with the queer guy at the end of the hall while ignoring all their studly bodies.

Nancy stared at the summary report her special tablet gave her after it had scanned the necklace.

"Alien Origin"

"Like in ET phone home kind of alien?" asked Nancy.

The AI in the tablet took a few seconds to parse and interpret that question.  "Affirmative," said the slightly mechanical voice.

Nancy skimed through the rest of the report.  Her training was in murder and mayham, not chemistry, but her employers had given her some basics.  The beads were made up of a complex mixture of copper compounds which gave them the greenish colour as any good trekkie knew from the colour of Mr. Spock's blood, and a number of other complex organic crystaline compounds.  The report concluded helpfully for those like Nancy who needed the 'analysis for dummies' summary that such compounds were often used to help homing devices and increase communication distances.

Ok, that made some sense.  You leave the necklaces in the dorm rooms of your victims which helped whoever was behind this home in on them and abduct them.  But aliens?  From Nancy's experience, aliens just scooped, probed and ran.  they didn't fool around with this one girl a week crap or the whole necklace scam.  Nancy paused for a moment to giggle.  Whoever was behind it ha apparently been fooled by Ronnie and had left her one.  If this wasn't so potentially dangerous, she would love to be there when they peeked under her skirt.

Well, now what should she do?  Telling Chief Wicker and the Sherrif would be pointless.  She might as well try and convince a super nova not to go bang.  There seemed to be only one logical step she could take, so Nancy shut down her tablet and went to sleep.

In the morning, Nancy was up bright and early and spent the day walking around campus, attending some classes at random, lounging around areas with lots of students, eating lunch in the crowded dining hall.  All the time, she wore a necklace with an odd green colour.

That night, Nancy retired to bed wearing only her panties.  She hadnt packed any sleepwear and the sad truth was that sometimes flashing your boobs did give you an extra second or two in a fight.  The blonde wasnt really expecting a fight, but strategists said that no plan ever survived contact with the enemy.  You could only control what you did, not what they might do.  Anyone who made plans that required that for sucess was an idiot.

So Nancy feigned sleep, lying there on top of her blankets and around two in the morning, she became aware of a light growing in the room an she cracked open her eyes just a fraction to watch.  In the middle of the room, a lighted rectangle was forming about the size of a door.  It got brighter an brighter and then the door analogy proved very apt as four shadowy figures stepped through it towards the bed.

Nancy was sorely tempted to take them out as they advanced on her apparently sleeping body, but she needed them to take her to where the abducted girls were and she couldn't be sure if that required some device the intruders had to operate the gate.  Best to let them carry her through.  

Suddenly Nancy smelled something chemical and realized what it was.  Chloroform!  Damn, they were going to knock her out and she had to let them.  That fucking stuff was dangerous.  If you got the dose wrong, the victim might never wake up.  Nancy could only hope these bastards had two brain cells to rub together and knew the proper dosage to use.  Then a cloth settled over her mouth and nose and all the lights went out.

* * *
When Nancy woke up, she had a dull headache, a leftover courtesy of the chloroform..  She kept her eyes shut and took stock of her body and surroundings.  Her ass and pussy were sore and her mouth felt like someone had dumped raw sewage in it.  Well, it seemed her body had been playing while she was unconscious.  Around her, Nancy could hear no sound of another person and she seemed to be laying on a hard uncomfortable surface.  Nancy ddecided she might as well open her eyes.  Video surveillance was highly probable, but there was nothing she could do about that.

The blonde found herself in pretty much what she had expected, a small cell maybe eight feet by six feet.  The surface she was lying on was nothing more than a metal shelf that flipped down from the wall and was covered with only a very thin mattress.  In one corner there appeared to be some type of toilet, little more than a hole to squat over.  There didn't seem to be any bars across the opening of the cell that led to a gray metal corridor, but Nancy could see the blue shimmer of a force field.  It probably wasn't strong enough to be lethal, but it would knock you back on your ass if you touched it.  That was the sum total of the cell.

Nancy looked down at herself.  Well, her panties were gone and she was hardly surprised to see some white goo dribbling out of her pussy.  The only new item was some kind of smooth metal collar around her neck.  Nancy felt all around it and didn't find any kind of clasp or catch, so she left it go for now.  There was somethingvaguely familiar about this setup and she sat on the edge of her bunk and began to review images from her training until she finally hit on a probable match.  This cell looked like one from a Lorgan slaver ship.  Well, that matched with the necklaces using alien technology and the cell force field which was certainly not part of earth's current tech base.  The Lorgans were an on again, off again problem she knew.  Other races kept the Lorgans mostly in check,but now and then one of their ships would stil conduct a raid and make off with slaves for their mines or forced breeding.  The Lorgans were our typical tentacled monster and who quite irrationally seemed to prefer nubile human females for bed companions.

One thing, however, didn't add up for Nancy.  The Lorgans according to her training produced cum in large quantities that was quite thick and had a surprisingly cittrus taste to it.  It had been described to her as akin to having several large lemon meringue pies shoved up yur twat after you were raped by a Lorgan.  Nancy reached down between her legs and dabbed a finger in the goo leaking from her pussy and held it up to her face.  It looked like human cum, smelled like human cum, felt like human cum and when she licked her finger clean found it tasted like human cum.  Interesting.

Nancy walked over to the cell door, careful not to make contact with the force field and called out, "Hello is there anyone else here?  She could see a little way down the corridor in both directions and all she saw was two rows of identical cells.  The one directly accross from her was empty, but after a few minutes, Nancy made out three miserable looking figures standing in the doorways of their cells.  All of them stayed well back from the force field as if they had learned the hard way about not touching it.

"My name is Nancy Smith," said the blonde, keeping to her cover story in case anyone else was listening.  "I was a student at Eastchester and some guys grabbed me in the middle of the night.  Anyone know where we are and what is going on?"  Nancy put some trembling into her voice for any of those unseen listeners.  If they thought she was just one more helpless female sex slave, so much the better until she learned more about what was going on.

After a while, the three girls began to talk and as Nancy had expected were the missing girls, Kerry McLain, Patty Hamilton and Madira Gonzales.  As the first to be taken, Kerry seemed to have assumed the role of leader and spokeswoman.

"They leave us down here in the cells most of the day, and then they come get us at night.  I have been raped pretty much every day I have been here.  The only exceptions are when they get a new girl," and she gestured to Patty and Madira.  "Then they like to just concentrate on the new girl for a night.  I'm sorry, but that means you tonight."  Patty and Madira both nodded in mute sympathy as they remembered their new girl status.

"But who is it that is doing this?" asked Nancy.  Before any of the girls could reply,, however, they all heard the sounds of approaching footsteps on the metal floor and a door at the end of the corridor banged open.  The door was out of sight of Nancy's cell and when the person walked into sight, it was just about the last person on Earth that Nancy had expected.

"Biff Calhoun?" said Nancy staring at the Eastchester quarterback who was flanked by a couple of his other buddies from that night at the Peacock bar.

Biff grinned at Nancy.  "Surprise bitch!  You were a snotty bitch and turned me down at the Peacock, but I did get to sample that sweet body of yours.  At this, he looked at Nancy's pussy and the cum still dribbling from it.  "I bet you will be even more fun when you are conscious."

"And how in hell did a moron like you end up running a Lorgan slaver ship?" asked Nancy in her astonishment, forgetting for a moment to play her dumb and scared student role.

Biff narrowed his eyes.  "Is that what this thing is called?  And how would you know that?" he demanded.

Nancy gave herself a mental curse, but you couldn't change what you had already done, so she just kept on going forward.  "Let's just say I hung out with Scully and Muldur a few times shall we?  Now tell me how you ended up here."

Biff shrugged and Nancy didn't think he had gotten the television reference and probably didn't care.  He was seemingly interested in only one thing.  "Me and a few buddies were out hiking in the hills around town and stumbled over this ship.  It was mostly covered by an old rock slide.  I guess another little quake helped uncover it.  We found some dead things inside that smelled pretty gross that we dragged out and buried."

"And then you got the bright idea to use the alien technology for your own benefit?" asked Nancy, but went on without waiting for an answer from Biff.  "Except, you don't have the brains to figure out how to use this stuff."

Biff glared at Nancy for a few seconds then relented.  "Yeah, well we had to get one of those geeks from Engineering to come out here and he managed to figure out some of the stuff, enough for what we wanted anyway."

"I don't see him in your group," commented Nancy looking at the other burly guys who were obviously athletes who would probably struggle to program amicrowave, let alone figure out any alien tech.

"He figured out enough of it for what we wanted, repeated Biff, "so we didn't need him anymore."

Nancy considered this for a moment.  "Translation, he probably realized what you intended to do with the alien technology and didn't want to go along with it, so you killed him."  The tell tale flush on Biff's face told her she had guessed right.  So, we can add murder to charges of kidnapping and rape."

"You got a smart mouth bitch," snarled Biff, "but we know what to do with smart mouths.  I bet you can still taste my spunk."

Nancy gave her head a shake, not of negation, but more of an angry frustration.  "You find an alien ship with all kinds of advanced technology and the best use you can find for it is to kidnap women and keep them as your personal sex slaves?"

"Hell yeah," said Biff with a huge grin.  "Look after number one is my first rule and fuck the rest of the world.  This setup gets me all the wet pussy I want, so what more could I ask for?"

"And the necklaces?" asked Nancy.

Biff shrugged.  "The geek couldn't figure out everything or maybe some of the systems were damaged by the crash.  He wasn't sure.  He figured out how to use the door transporter thing, but it needed the necklace things to home in on for some reason.  The thing also takes time to recharge, so we could only grab a girl every week or so."

"And you put the necklaces in the single dorm rooms to let you kidnap women without any witnesses," mused Nancy to herself.

"Yep, fucking great idea eh?" smirked Biff.  "Now you are going to come with us.  First we will clean you up because you are kind of a disgusting mess right now, and then we are going to party all night."

"And if I don't want to party?" askedNancy.

"Well, then you find out about this," said Biff and pulled a remote control sized device from his pocket and pressed a  button on it.  A stab of pure agony ran through Nancy and she dropped to the floor and writhed around for about ten seconds before Biff took his finger off the button.  "Them, what did you call em?  Lorgans?  They apparently knew a thing or two about keeping people with smart mouths in line."

Biff pressed a control on the wall outside Nancy's cell and Nancy let a couple of Biff's buddies drag her out and down the corridor to a communal shower that looked like something you would find in one of those grade B sexploitation movies that featured naked women all showering together.  They made lewd comments as they watched Nancy clean up, including all her private areas and then shampoo her hair.  at least they had brought human shampoo from town, she thought, since by all accounts Lorgan shampoo was stronger than Granny Clampett's lye soap.

After that fun experience, Biff and his friends led Nancy back along the corridor and past the other three women who gave Nancy sympathetic looks and then out the door and to a large cabin with a huge circular bed dominating it.

"We think this was the captain's cabin, said Biff as he ran his hand over Nancy's ass.  "It even comes with these handy chains to keep smart mouths from getting out of line."  Nancy let herself be led over to the bed and chained down in a spread eagled position with her arms above her head and her legs spread wide apart.  The chains had just enough slack to give the men acess to all of her openings.  How thoughtful.

As she had expected, Biff planned to take his turn first and leave sloppy seconds, thirds and so on to his buddies.  He pulled off his clothes and Nancy squinted at his dick.  Well, the gossip had been slightly unkind, she thought.  He might even be a whole four inches.

"We can postpone this little gang rape while you go look for the rest of your dick," suggested Nancy.  "Half of it seems to be missing in action."

Biff snarled at her and got on the huge bed which would easily hold a dozen human sized boddies and slapped the blonde hard across the face.  "Shut up  you stupid fucking bitch.  I will teach you to make fun of me."  With that he slammed his cock into Nancy's pussy and began to pound in and out.  Nancy debated whether making Biff madder or not would be to her benefit and decided it wasn't.  The blonde just lay back on the bed and let him bang away.  It wasn't like he was going to be doing any damage with that little pecker.  One of the other guys moved to position his cock near her face and grinned down at her.  "My name is Matt and this here is my buddy Bitch Tamer.  Now open your mouth and suck on him."

Nancy really really tried not to roll her eyes.  Anyone who named their cock was a moron in her opinion and experience.  And if you were going to call your cock something like Bitch Tamer then it should be a hell of a lot bigger than the six inch average looking dick he was rubbing over her face.  Nancy suppressed a sigh and opened her mouth like a good little sex slave and let Matt ram his "Bitch Tamer" inside. He went at her mouth with commendable intensity though Nancy decided it was more a case of "shallow throat" than anything else.

Next up to the plate, no this was a football team so that metaphor doesn't work thought Nancy, so make it the next guy with the ball worked his way under her and stuffed his cock into her ass.  Nancy grunted.  The inconsiderate bastard hadn't bothered with lube and his pathetic bit of precum wasn't helping ttoo much. Well this is going to be a long night thought Nancy and looked down to see Biff pull his cock out of her and squirt his load over her stomach and tits.  Well, maybe not that long she ammended as she took another look at his little specimen.  Probably from all the steroids she thought.

Another guy took Biff's place and this one at least had seven inches to work with and set about using it as he rammed it all in with one hard thrust.  Nancy couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure as Biff's replacement began to pound in and out of her pussy and she let it take her mind off the pain in her ass.  At least when her ass fucker came, she would have some decent lube for the next one and looking around at the other four guys clustered around the bed, Nancy was sure there were going to be others.

Matt gave a cry and his "Bitch Tamer" began to spurt cum into her mouth and Nancy behaved like a good little slut and swallowed it all down to Matt's approval.  Nancy decided that Matt would be the second one up against the wall after Biff if she was given a choice.  

* * *

Nancy looked around her.  There were eight sleeping guys sprawled on the huge bed, worn out after blasting at least three loads each into or onto her.  The blonde suspected more than a few little blue pills had been required.

It seemed like the time was here to put an end to this stupidity.  With no one awake to hit buttons on pain remotes, the blonde concentrated on herchains and the locks sprang open.  Her ability to open locks like that came in handy even if she wasn't exactly sure how she did it.  An ability her employers had programmed into her was all she knew.  A similar concentration and the collar popped open as well and she tossed the fucking thing into a far corner of the room.

Nancy eased her way off the bed without disturbing the slumbering morons and briefly considered her options.  She fingered the garroting wire hidden in her hair with affection, but decided that was just her inner anger talking.  The wire was a last resort weapon , so she slipped naked out of the room.  There were other and better ways to deal with this.

Leaving a little trail of cum from spunk dripping off her body, Nancy found the Lorgan control room.  Some of the controls had sticky notes pasted by them, probably the work of the unfortunate engineering student who had been dragooned by Biff.  The woman considered the transporter controls, but even with the sticky notes, it would take her a while to figure them out, and that would not totally solve the problem.  Instead, Nancy concentrated on another set of controls.  It was nice that the Lorgans were so stupidly overconfident that none of their slaves would ever revolt that their security measures were laughable.  Nancy punched in a few codes and pressed a button to start execution.  Good enough, she doubted that even if he noticed, that Biff or any of his buddies could figure out how to counteract her work.

Next stop was back to the cells, where Nancy quickly let the girls out of their cells and got rid of their collars.

The women were all naked and they protested when Nancy tried to lead them away heading for the ships exit.  "Sorry girls, no time for modesty.  I set the self destruct on this sucker and we need to clear the blast zone."

"What about Biff and the others?" asked Kerry who clearly was not asking out of concern, but out of fear.

Nancy smiled grimly.  "I left them a note in the control room.  If they wake up and move fast, they just might make it in time. If not," Nancy shrugged and pulled the girls after her.

The girls were down the ship's ramp and Nancy paused at the top of the ramp for one last look around when Biff appeared from around the corner of the ship, brandishing a Lorgan disruptor.  The quarterback ignored the  frightened girls as being no threat and aimed his weapon at Nancy who froze in place.  Damn, Lorgan dissruptors had only one setting and that was "kill".  Nancy estimated her chances of dodging Biff and not geting killed were about fifty fifty.

"You fuckingbitch!" screamed Biff.  "You are going to ruin everything," and he was waving the note Nancy had left him about the self destruct countdown.  Nancy didn't regret the note as much as she did not using her garroting wire when she had the chance.  Nancy tensed her body to sprng to one side, but never got the chance.

Kerry slammed a rock down on the back of Biff's head and he staggered and half turned just in time for Patty to connect with a vicious kick to his nuts.  As he doubled over in pain, his jaw met Madira's knee coming up and Biff's lights went out.

"Nicely done ladies," commented Nancy as she strolled down the ramp, stepped on Biff and quickly led the girls away from the ship.

* * *

 It turned out they were about a half hour drive out of San Franklin.  They found this out from a friendly local farmer on his way into town for a night at one of the local bars, who was more than happy to give a lift in the back of his Ford F-150 to four naked women.  If he got nothing else out of it, the story would likely get him free drinks all night.

It was almost ten at night when the truck passed the Welcome to San Franklin sign and Nancy saw a flash of light in the hills behind them.  One way or another, she figured Eastchester was going to have to replace a sizable section of their football team.  The blast radius would have been only a hundred yards or so around the ship, so it was unlikely that it would harm anyone else in those deserted hills.  If Biff and his friends woke up and hustled just a bit, they should have made it.  If not, Nancy was not going to lose any sleep over men who had committed murder, kidnapping and rape.  She had also not wanted to risk letting the alien technology fall into the wrong hands and the self destruct would ensure that.

The farmer had provided a few old blankets and Nancy managed to fashion some modest covering for all three girls, before they stopped at the campus security office to let them out.  Nancy thanked the farmer and left the girls to go in by themselfs and dashed across the mostly deserted campus still naked.

Nancy was sure the girls would be in good hands with Chief Wicker and that he would look after them like they were his own daughters.  Nancy didnt care if Wicker got the credit instead of her as the only important thing was that the girls were safe.  It might even give the Chief a leg up on that asshole of a Sherrif Blackwell which didn't hurt Nancy's feelings.  Possibly, there might be some who would try to cover up the involvement of Biff and the other football players for the good of the team, but with Wicker, the girls themselves and other witnesses like the farmer, there was no way it could be swept under the rug, no matter how big the rug was.
Nancy darted down the hall of the dorm, startling a few students who were not at the bars as she flashed by.  In her room, Nancy pulled out her knapsack from its hiding space under the bed.  Either Biff and his buddies had been in too big of a hurry to rape her, or they hadn't bothered to look for her stuff.  Nancy pulled her clothes out of the backpack and quickly got dressed.  Activating her tablet, she sent a quick report to her employers to tell them the job was completed and she would report in full on her return.  She then asked for a couple of hours delay in returning to attend to some personal matters.

"Granted," was the simple one word reply.

Nancy made her first stop at Ronnie's dorm room.  The girl looked a bit surprised to see Nancy when she nocked on the door, but quickly invited the blonde inside.

Nancy gave the other woman a quick hug and kiss and then stood back.  "I am afraid something has come up and I have to leave suddenly.  I wanted to say good bye and not just vanish on you."

Ronnie looked surprised and maybe a bit disappointed, but merely nodded.  "Nothing wrong I hope?"

Nancy shook her head.  "No, just job related.  I also wanted to wish you good luck with your surgery.  You are still going through with it?"

Ronnie gave a small chuckle.  "Yes, I am more sure than ever now that I am doing the right thing for me."

Nancy quirked an eyebrow.  "Oh?  Spending a night with the hottest woman on campus didn't change your mind?"

Ronnie laughed again.  "Oddly enough, it cemented my choice."  She noticed Nancy's puzzled look and went on.  "It made me want to try it all from your point of view so to speak.  Maybe when I come back, I will be the hottest woman on campus."

Nancy grinned.  "I think there is a good chance of that."  Then she sobered.  "My time is limited...I'm sorry, but I really have to go."

"Will I ever see you again?" asked Ronnie wistfully.

"Nancy shook her head.  "I don't think so."

Ronnie gave Nancy a funny look.  "Did I ever tell you I was Canadian?"

Nancy shook her head. "No, that never came up.  We were busy with some other things if yu recall."

"Oh I do very much recall and I can never tell you how much I will treasure those moments," replied Ronnie.  "It was just that what you said reminded me of an old TV show, but it is something only us Canucks probably know about.  I am sure you can find it on You Tube if you are curious.  It was called The Littlest Hobo.  It ended with a catchy little song that reminds me of you even if I am not sure why."

"Maybe tomorrow I will want to settle down
But until tomorrow, I wil just keep moving on"

Ronnie gave Nancy a lopsided smile and they exchanged another hug and a brief kiss and then Nancy was gone.

* * *

Nancy's second stop was at the home of Dean Higgins, though there had been a quick detour to a store and the blonde was carrying a shopping bag as she rang the doorbel.  Dean Higgins looked a bit annoyed when she opened the door due to the lateness of the hour, but her look changed to happy when she saw it was Nancy and invited her in.

Nancy sat on the sofa in the front room, noticing that Dean Higgins was dressed for bed with a dressing gown wrapped around her and a pair of fuzzy slippers on her feet.  "If you haven't got a call yet, you should in a while," said Nancy.  "The girls are back.  Safe, but maybe not totally sound.  As you might guess, they had a bit of an ordeal.  How they dealt with it in the end might have been a bit cathartic," and Nancy smiled at the way the three young women had dealt with Biff.

"You got them back!" Dean Higgins beamed brightly and clapped her hands.

"Yes, and I am sure Chief Wicker and the Sherrif will be taking credit for it by tomorrow when I am gone," said Nancy.

"You are leaving?  So abruptly?" asked Dean Higgins with a frown.

"I am afraid so.  Another urgent job has come up and I have to go.  Maybe the president needs guarding after all" replied Nancy with a smile.

"I don't like the idea of Wicker and Blackwell getting credit for what you did," said Dean Higgins.

"Oh, I agree Blackwell is an asshole," said Nancy, "but Wicker might surprise you if you talk to him and give him a chance.  The next time you see him, ask him about his daughters."

Dean Higgins nodded her head a bit doubtfully.  "How about your pay?  How will I get that to you?  I know you were only here a couple of days, but I think you deserve a bonus for what you did."

Nancy shrugged.  "Put the money into a scholarship.  There is a young woman named Ronnie Brandon who is going on medical leave and might need a hand when she gets back."

Dean Higgins nodded.  "I think I know the m...er woman, and I will see to that." 

Nancy gave Dean Higgins an edited version of what had happened, leaving out things like alien spaceships.  The kidnapped girls had not known much about where they were being held and Nancy suspected that the official story would be that Biff and company had kidnapped the girls and then held them in some old government facility that everyone had forgot about such as a bomb shelter.  Old and faulty equipment had somehow led to n explosion, luckily just after the girls had escaped.

Nancy then picked up the shopping bag and offered it to Dean Higgins.  "With that report, I am no longer your employee, so these are for you."

Puzzled, Dean Higgins opened the bag and removed a bottle of white wine and a box of chocolates.  I don't understand," she said..

"I thought they were traditional on a first date," smiled Nancy.

Elaine's eyes got wide.  "Date, but I couldn't...my position...the board..." she trailed off.

"Be yourself, have some fun and screw the bastards who try and put you down," said Nancy.  "And we don't have to go out for a date you know."  With that, the busty blonde leaned in and gently brushed her lips over Elaine's.

Elaine started to draw back and then surprised herself by returning the kiss.  "Yeah, screw the bastards," she whispered.
 
"I really should have come up with a better catch phrase" said Nancy as she undid Elaine's robe and slipped it off to reveal a rather transparent nightgown under it.  "Because I do want to screw you."

Nancy cupped the older woman's large chocolate brown breasts in her hands and gently squeezed them and played with the nipples until they were just about poking holes in the sheer fabric.  Elaine gave a loud moan of pleasure and nancy lifted the gauzy material over the dean's head leaving her naked ecept for the fuzzy pink slippers.

"I think the slippers are too kinky for me, so you better lose them," laughed Nancy as she pushed Elaine back onto the sofa and the dean kicked the slippers across the room where it would take an hour to find one the next day behind her television.

 Nancy quickly stripped off her clothes, glad she had taken the time in her dorm to shower and wash Biff's filth from her body.  Then the blonde climbed on top of Elaine, pressing her naked body against the black woman so virtually their entire lengths rubbed against each other.  Elaine pulled Nancy's mouth down for a long passionate kiss that went on for several minutes as lips parted and tongues swirled and slithered over each other.

Nancy shifted her body on top of Elaine's until her large pink niples rubbed into the equally large dark brown, almost black nipples of the other woman.  Nancy began to rock back and forth, pressing their breasts together and also their pussies as she strove for the perfect meeting point and then found it as clit rubbed on clit and both women gasped with pleasure.

The busty blonde continued to grind and rub her body into Elaine's as they resumed their kiss.  When their climaxs hit, they lay there for a long time just holding each other and feeling their comingled juices soaking their thighs.

"Yeah, screw the bastards, repeated Elaine softly.

* * *
Nancy stood alone in the spartan, gray walled room that served as her home when not on missions.  Her employers were able to mentally communicate with her now that she was "home rather than restricted to messages via her tablet.  In some ways, it was comforting to know they were not all powerful and had limitations thought Nancy.

"Your actions have achieved the goal of the mission quite satisfactorly," acnowledged a voice whose source had always remained unseen.  This time the voice sounded mostly male..

"Is it permissible to ask what that goal was? replied Nancy.

"Yes," said the voice.

Nancy sighed.  Sometimes her damn employers were so damn literal minded.  "What was the goal?  I know rescuing the three girls was important, but sadly there are thousands or even millions of women in similar situations.  I can't possibly rescue all of them."

"One of the three women you rescued will have a grand daughter who will become a noted doctor," said the voice, now sounding more female, or maybe it was another voice, Nancy wasn't sure how many beings constituted her employers.  "That doctor will save the life of a young boy who will one day become the first President of a united Earth."

"I see.  That is a lot of years in the future," replied Nancy.

"Or in the past," shrugged thevoice.

There was a moment of hesitation and then the voice continued in what sounded to Nancy almost like in an embarrassed tone.  "There are two other favourable events that are now quite probable that we had not anticipated caused by your other um actions."

Nancy smothered a mental laugh.  Her  employers could also sometimes be rather prudish when it came to any sexual activity that she undertook on their behalf while on a mission.   Nancy thought that  was extremly odd since those employers had provided her with the best sex tutors as part of her training in the same way they provided tutors for weapons, explosives and unarmed combat.  Oh?" she asked casually.

"Yes, it seems that one Elaine Higgins will likely become President of Eastchester University and go on to a successful career that includes serving in the federal cabinet and as an advisor to three other presidents."

"Really?  Good for Elaine," said Nancy.  "And the other outcome you mentioned?"

"One Ronnie Brandon will return to school after medical leave and be awarded the er Nancy Smith Scholarship.  Ms. Brandon will later say in her memoirs that it was this support that allowed her to accomplish what she did in life, including the Nobel Prize for Literature."

Nancy gave another smile that was half joy for Ronnie and half sadness at knowing she would never see the woman again.  Ah, but never is such a long longtime and who knows how long this job will last?  The blonde's thoughts were interrupted by the voice once more.

"Now for yur next mission....."

The End