Nevada Jones #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. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Delta City, Ms. Americana, Flag Girl and Lady Sarah Kraft are the creation of Mr. X. All other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is shown in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Author's Note This story is sort of a "free commission" as a story along these lines was requested by a reader. Only time will tell if it develops into a continuing series. Nefertari struggled with the chains as they dragged her up the hill towards the tomb. It was so damn frustrating, because once she could have burst these puny links with ease, but that was before the damned collar. Damn the collar, damn crimson Spider and damn her traitoress bitch of a maid Lapis. As the dark skinned,, dark haired woman was pulled over the rough ground, she couldn't help reliving the events that had brought her to this low point in her life. She had been the ruler of Eqt, a small desert kingdom, one small city really, but it sat on top of an underground spring that gave it all the water it needed and made it the envy of her neighbors. It was that abundant water which in the end had been her and her kingdom's downfall. Crimson Spider, no one knew his real name, was a powerful warlord and sorcerer with ambition to match. Her little kingdom just happened to be a convenient staging point for the invasion of a much larger target. It had not been the first time that some warlord had such designs on her small kingdom, but the rulers of Eqt were unique. They had always been female, absolutely gorgeous with faces and bodies men longed to possess and most importantly they had the strength, stamina and speed of at least 30 mighty male warriors. The rulers of Eqt had long defended their small kingdom from all foreign foes until Crimson Spider and Lapis came along. Lapis had become her maid and her trusted confidante after the woman had been found wandering lost in the desert and near death. Of her background, Lapis would only say that she had fled from an abusive husband who beat her daily and forced her to whore herself out to his friends or even strangers for the money he needed for alcohol and gambling. All had seemed well with her new, devoted maid until one day Nefertari woke up to find the collar around her neck and her powers diminished to a small fraction of what they had been. The collar a thin band of some unknown metal, could not be removed. It was one solid band with no visible catch or latch. While she had awoke to find the collar, there had been no sign of Lapis except for a note that had told her the vile thing could not be removed without killing its wearer as it had a powerful spell placed on it by Crimson Spider. Nefertari had cursed Lapis and Crimson Spider and the army that arrived an hour later to conquer her tiny kingdom now that it had been deprived of its powerful defender. Oh, she had still tried to fight, but with only a small portion of her power, she was soon defeated and then to her everlasting shame gang raped in front of her own people. As if that had not been humiliation enough, Nefertari had been taken back to CrimsonSpider's capital where she had been forced to become his whore. Not a wife, no that would have left her too much dignity. He rutted with her whenever he felt the need, taking her in all her openings without any regard for her pain. If Crimson Spider had been in a generous mood, he might use lubricant before fucking her ass, but that was as far as his beneficence went with regards to her. Then the stupid fucking bastard had the nerve to die. He was not a young man and the exertion of fucking her nubile, young body so energetically had caused his black heart to fail. His dying shriek had even come with his filthy cock buried in her pussy, dying even as he ejaculated one last load of cum into her. The priests had found them that way, his cock hard in death and buried in her pussy, while she lay pinned under him. That was what brought her to her present situation. Crimson Spider was already laid out on a granite slab in his tomb, secreted inside the cave they were dragging her to. His favourite horse and his servants already lay dead beside his body for his use in the next life and now his favourite whore was to be the final addition to the tomb before it was sealed. Nefertari continued to struggle even as her body was dumped on the stone floor beside the slab containing the mummified body of Crimson Spider. Looking up, she saw Paulos, the high priest and apparently now the successor to Crimson Spider's kingdom approaching her. Nefertari expected to see the ritual dagger in his hand, but all he carried was a ruby cut into the shape of a spider that he placed in the center of Crimson Spider's bandage wrapped forehead. Then he turned to look down at Nefertari. "You who have caused the death of our leader, our god, are not worthy of a quick death," said Paulos. "Fuck you," snarled Nefertari. "I never had that pleasure," replied the priest, "though I believe you have entertained nearly every male in the palace with your slutty body." With that, Paulos turned and left the tomb, pausing outside the entrance he pressed something on the wall beside it and a large stone slab came crashing down to seal the tomb into eternal darkness. * * * "You'll have to pardon me, but I find your story to be rather far fetched," said Nevada Jones. The tall, thin man sitting opposite of the young woman in the busy Cairo cafe just shrugged and took a sip of his bitter, dark coffee. "That is your right," he allowed. "If you are not interested, as the saying goes, there are many other fish in the sea. Or perhaps, I should say many other grains of sand in the desert." Nevada took a sip of her own coffee as she studied the man and thought. She had come to Egypt with the rest of her Archeology class for a dig. The idea had been to give the second year students some field experience. They had found nothing of note and hadn't expected to as the goals had been to teach them the proper methods of excavating a site and to let the newbies decide if this was what they really wanted to do with their lives. Professor Van Horne and the rest of her classmates had gone back to Delta City, but Nevada had chosen to remain in Egypt on vacation. She hadn't expected anything more than taking in some of the usual tourist traps until Faruq had contacted her with his wild story. "You say you have the exact GPS coordinates of the tomb of some ancient ruler who neither I or anyone else has ever heard of before and you offer it to me. Why?" asked Nevada. "I think that is really two questions," replied Faruq. "You want to know why you in particular I think and why anyone at all. You wonder why I don't simply go there myself and claim the treasure and the fame." Nevada nodded her head. "The answer to the first why is fairly simple," said Faruq. "It is because of your heritage. I know who your grandfather was, even if most others have long since forgotten. I think his blood runs true in you and it will take someone of his ability to succeed. "Buttering me up won't work," replied Nevada calmly. "Despite what you say, I'm a second year Archeology student in a second rate Archeology program at a second rate university in a second rate city. I am not my grandfather, nor am I a 'Tomb Raider' like Lady Kraft. These days, when artifacts are discovered, they are the property of the country they are found in. I am not tempted by visions of a treasure which will never be mine." "As you say," said Faruq. "My only interest is purely academic. My research has told me of a small, spider shaped ruby that is in the tomb. Its value is small monetarily, but it is of great interest to me professionally. Sometimes a small trinket like this might not make it onto the official inventory that is presented to the authorities." Nevada frowned. "You are still talking about something illegal. For all I know, you are an undercover agent of the Egyptian Antiquities Commission out to test a budding archeologist on her honesty." "I could be, but I'm not," said Faruq after another sip of his coffee. "You said it was pointless to butter you up though I daresay your delightful body would look wonderful all oiled up, but I know your situation. You are like many of the nobles of Europe. You have a heritage, but little in the way of money. Bring me that ruby and I will pay you fifty thousand dollars. That will be more than enough to let you complete your education and start your career." "Or end it, if this is some kind of sting operation," pointed out Nevada. "You also never answered the second why. Why don't you just go and get the ruby yourself." "For two reasons," replied Faruq. "I am not an Archeologist and then there is the curse." "Curse?" echoed Nevada. Faruq shrugged. "Of course it is a silly thing and not something that a smart, modern woman such as yourself would believe in, but my sources insist that the tomb is cursed. The curse says that whoever disturbs the tomb of Crimson Spider will be ravaged unmercifully. Of course, I don't believe in the curse, but why take chances?" * * * Nevada stood looking at the huge slab of stone blocking her path and scowled. The cave had been right where Faruq had said it would be, but he hadn't bothered to mention this little obstacle. Being charitable, the man probably hadn't known about it, but giving him the benefit of the doubt wouldn't help her get past this barrier. In the end, the young Archeology student hadn't much of a choice when it came to accepting Faruq's somewhat illegal offer, but it hadn't been for the financial greedy reasons the man had thought. There was Arizona to think about after all, but for now Nevada pushed thoughts of her fraternal twin out of her mind to concentrate on her current problem. Well grandad had told her about ways to get around such things. Often the engineers who built the tomb left a "back door" for their own use just like modern computer programmers sometimes did. In this case, the back door was to allow for doing things like shoving in the vestal virgin everyone had forgotten about until after the tomb was sealed. In other cases, it was to let the engineers out after their employers had decided to lock them in the tomb to keep their secrets and treasure safe. Sometimes the back door was an actual second entrance, but sometimes it was just a way to unseal the main blocked entrance. Nevada examined the carvings around the block of stone with care. A three humped camel? The engineers must have really thought the priests were a bunch of dolts to try something that simple. Nevada pressed the humps one at a time and then in combinations of two and finally all three at the same time. She was rewarded with that last effort by the sound of rumbling as if weights ere moving somewhere in the stone and then the blocking slab moved up soundlessly. A fetid blast of air swept out of the opening, but Nevada had been expecting that and had stood well back. She gave the fresh air from the cave entrance behind her a few minutes to circulate into the closed area and then stepped inside the chamber for a look. There was indeed a goodly amount of treasure in the tomb in the form of gold and silver, some in the form of coins and some formed into objects such as plates and dishes. Well, once she got back to Cairo, she could send the authorities an anonymous tip about the tomb location. They could have all the treasure. Even if she was tempted to try and keep it for herself, which she wasn't, the simple practicality of trying to smuggle out so much would be impossible. All Nevada wanted was that one little ruby and she was out of here. There was something fishy about Faruq's story and why he wanted that one little thing, but Nevada was damned if she could figure it out. On the central slab was what Hollywood had taught everyone a mummy looked like as a six foot bandage wrapped figure lay there. On its forehead was the spider ruby that she had come for and Nevada took a step towards it then stopped. There was something else that drew her attention away from the mummy. Beside the slab lay a young, dark skinned, dark haired woman. Unlike the skeletons of the horse and the other humans who had died in this chamber, the girl was perfectly preserved. It looked like she was merely sleeping and waiting for that handsome prince to awaken her with a kiss. There were chains wrapped around the girl's body, but these look to have pretty much rusted away and yet the girl lay untouched by the millennia of time. It was a mystery for sure, but it was one Nevada would have to leave to the authorities and experts to deal with. The brown haired girl took the last few steps towards the mummy's slab and not giving a damn about any curse plucked the ruby from the forehead of the dead ruler. Of course nothing happened. Nevada had turned and was halfway back to the chamber entrance when that suddenly changed. She heard a noise behind her and against her better judgment and granddad's advice about such sounds turned to look. Of course the mummy was getting off the slab. She should have known what that sound was and just started running, but even now Nevada found herself staring at this impossibility. She was still staring when the thing reached out and wrapped one hand around her neck and lifted her into the air. Damn, Nevada wished she had brought the whip with her, though exactly what good it would be in this situation wasn't immediately evident to her frazzled brain. It's going to snap my neck or choke me to death, thought Nevada as she stared into the suddenly open eyes of the mummy. She certainly didn't expect what came next. "My, my aren't you a tasty little treat," said the voice in perfect English. Nevada gaped at the thing and seeing her astonishment, the mummy laughed. "My body has been trapped here for millennia," said the mummy, "but my astral form has spent much time observing your world and learning your languages." "Er, you can have the ruby back and we can call it even," suggested Nevada hopefully. "oh, I will take the ruby back," agreed the mummy, "but I want to take some other things as well." With that the mummy's free hand reached up and shredded Nevada's top from her body along with her bra and the girl's DD boobs spilled out into view. "Hmmm, perhaps you are another of those damned Aphrodites," said the mummy as he glanced from Nevada's jiggling tits to the perfectly preserved form of the girl beside the slab. "I do seem to recall hearing about the continued existence of those sluts during my astral travels. Tell me girl, are you an Aphrodite?" Nevada was too surprised by her current topless state to answer immediately, so the mummy gave her another shake to get her attention. That shake of course made the girl's breasts bounce around wildly and Nevada couldn't help but notice her large nipples were fully erect in the cold cave air. "Um, I don't know," she managed to gasp. "Not everyone with large breasts is an Aphrodite you know? I mean there are plenty of them in Delta City, but I really don't know." That was, Nevada reflected, not exactly true as she knew she was quite a bit stronger than her peers, even those that worked out on weights on a regular basis. That extra strength had certainly helped in clearing the rocks from the cave entrance. "Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter as long as you are a good fuck," said the mummy. "Besides if you are an Aphrodite, I will soon find out." "What? yelled Nevada. "Wait, you can't ...," but her protest was cut off by the mummy easily ripping off her jeans as if they were made of tissue paper. Another tug and her sensible, white cotton panties tore away to expose Nevada's neatly trimmed bush. "Oh, I can," said the mummy calmly. "In fact, I must. In order for me to continue functioning, my body requires sexual gratification on a regular basis. A side effect of the spell though I think of it as more of a benefit." As the thing spoke, a bandaged finger reached down and poked Nevada in the pussy. "Hmm, starting to get wet already I see. That might just answer the Aphrodite question doesn't it?" "This, this is insane," gasped Nevada as she regained her voice. "You're a mummy for fuck's sake. There is no way you can ...." The girl's voice cut off as she saw a writhing of the bandages around the groin of the mummy and a moment later a large thick and very erect brown skinned cock slid into view. "You were saying?" asked the mummy. "N-nothing," whimpered Nevada. "I think I want to try it," the mummy paused as if thinking. "Hmm, what was the word again? Oh yes, I want to try it doggie style." With that the creature dropped Nevada onto the stone floor and turned her around to face the chamber entrance as it moved up behind her. "Oh god, please don't do this," begged Nevada as she felt the impossibly alive and warm, throbbing cock rub over her pussy lips. "I doubt he is listening," commented the mummy calmly and it grabbed the terrified girl by the hips. "Are you a virgin girl?" it asked. "N, no," Nevada stammered out. "Pity," said the mummy. "I like fucking virgins." The mummy paused again. "Now was that using fucking as an adjective or a verb?" he pondered for a second, shrugged and then slammed his cock forward into Nevada's pussy. "Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeoooooo, screamed Nevada as she felt the massive tool push deep into her love channel and spread it wide, certainly much wider than Timmy Ferguson had done when he took her cherry in the back of his Mustang back in high school. "Ah it's so good to feel a tight pussy wrapped around my cock after two thousand years," said the mummy and he reached out to tug at Nevada's long brown hair. "How you doing there girl?" "It fucking hurts!" yelled Nevada. "Good," replied the mummy. "I suspect it will get better shortly though." With that, the thing began to pound in and out of Nevada's cunt faster and harder. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, he's right, thought Nevada as indeed things did start to feel much better quickly. The girl's large breasts swayed back and forth under her as she felt her pleasure mounting even as her brain protested this obscene assault. I would have been fine with snakes, her mind protested. Granddad didn't like them, but I have no problem with them. Yes snakes would have been fine compared to getting fucked like this, but oh fuck it is starting to feel real good. I mean real damn good. In fact, I think I am going to .... and her thoughts trailed off to become an ecstatic shriek. "Aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeooooo," screamed Nevada. "Most definitely an Aphrodite," gasped the mummy and thrust his cock all the way into the girl and held it there as he felt her juices gush over his shaft. When it felt Nevada stop squirting, it pumped its cock in and out rapidly several more times and then his cock began to explode inside her pussy. To Nevada, it felt like two thousand years of jizz was being shot into her vagina and it began to overflow and run down her upper thighs and drip down to puddle on the stone floor. "That was a great fuck," said the mummy. "I almost wish I didn't have to kill you now." "What?" yelled Nevada as her brain was slowly coming down from the orgasm. "Wait, you don't have to ..." but her words were cut off by the mummy's hands tightening around her throat. What neither the mummy or Nevada heard, however, was the soft rattling of chains behind them. The creature became aware of the cause a few seconds later when a still relaatively intact section of chain wrapped around its neck and tightened. The mummy let go of its hold on Nevada's neck to claw at the chains strangling it and the young Archeology student was able to scoot forwards, feeling the massive cock slide out of her dripping pussy. When Nevada turned around, she saw to her shock the dead girl straining to hold the mummy and squeeze the undead life from it. "Help me," gasped the girl. "It's too strong for me alone." Nevada was frozen in place for a few seconds more, but saw the mummy was in danger of breaking free and leapt to help the girl. The two of them hauled on the chains with all their might and then with an unholy scream from the mummy, its head separated from its shoulders and flew across the chamber. The two panting girls fell to their knees, unable to speak for several minutes. This did give Nevada a opportunity to get a better look at the girl, though obviously the term "woman" would have been more appropriate the longer she looked at her ally. The woman looked to be a few years older than her own 20 until Nevada caught a look into those dark brown eyes with little golden specks that bespoke of someone significantly older than her body might indicate. The woman's skin was a medium brown, perhaps a shade lighter than what Nevada remembered Storm of the X-Men to be from her comic reading days, though there was also a hint of a golden hue to the skin that matched the eyes. Long black hair was confined in a ponytail, as was her own brown hair, that fell to the woman's waist and for once Nevada felt her DDs look dwarfed by those large swaying mounds, topped with a jet black nipple. Erect, jet black nipples Nevada noticed and blushed for even noticing such a thing. Nevada got to her feet first and offered the other woman a hand up and only then noticed something else about her that she had missed while the woman was laying down or crouched over the mummy. That hand up took the woman quite a ways up. Nevada was five foot six and the dark skinned woman had her beat by a good eight inches. "I, I thought you were dead," gasped Nevada, finally breaking the silence. "Close, but not quite," replied the woman. "This damn collar takes away most of my powers, but I was still able to put my body into suspended animation until the tomb was opened. I was close to my limits though, so I owe you my thanks and my life." "I think we are even on that score," said Nevada as she gave the mummy's headless body a kick. "My name is Nevada Jones by the way and you said something about powers. Are you a superheroine like Ms. Americana?" "My name is Nefertari," said the woman. "I don't know who this Ms. Americana is. The goddess has blessed me with powers greater than that of normal men and women, but this collar restricts them severely." "Hmm, well if you ever meet Ms. Americana, don't tell her you never heard of her," said Nevada with a smile. "That's the second time you mentioned that collar though. Can we get it off?" "I'm not sure," confessed Nefertari. "I was told there was no way to remove it without killing me, so I am loathe to experiment without first consulting someone with magical expertise. I must ask now how long it has been since I was locked in this foul tomb." Nevada frowned. "I'm not sure exactly, but something a little over two thousand years." Now since we are trading questions, how is it you speak perfect English? The mummy said something about his learning it via his astral form, is that how you did it too?" "Astral form," corrected Nefertari. "No, I was unconscious for the entire time though perhaps I absorbed this English as you call it through the collar as it is a connection to Crimson Spider. Goddess, two thousand years. I wonder what has happened to my kingdom? My people?" "I suspect we have a lot of things to discuss," said Nevada as she gathered up the ruby spider from where she had dropped it when the mummy started to fuck her. "I would feel better if we got out of here though first. I have spare clothes in my camp at the bottom of the hill, though they aren't going to fit you very well." Nevada tore her eyes away from Nefertari's large breasts with more difficulty than she had imagined and then found her imagination reengaged as she contemplated how stretched out those breasts would make any of her tops look. "Once we are dressed, I want to get back to Cairo as soon as possible." "That little village?" asked Nefertari. "Why there?" Nevada looked nonplussed for a moment and then just gave another smile. "Er, you'll see." * * * Nefertari stared at the crowded marketplace with open astonishment. "Yes, I see things have changed much since I went to sleep." The girl looked up into the sky at the moon as it started to rise up the sky. "At least the moon is still the same." "Yeah and some guys have even walked on it," said Nevada as she took the other woman by the hand and led her through the throng towards the cafe where she was to meet Faruq. "Walking on the moon?" laughed Nefertari. "That is a very good joke my friend Nevada." Wait until she finds out about really crazy things like social media and McDonalds, thought Nevada as they stopped outside the cafe. "Maybe you should wait out here while I go in and finish my deal with this guy." Nefertari nodded and Nevada stepped inside and found Faruq sitting alone at a quiet corner table. "I must admit to being surprised to hear from you so soon," said the tall man. "You actually got the ruby?" Nevada wondered idly if the man had really meant to say "ever again" instead of "so soon", but decided to let it pass in the interests of saving time. Nevada patted her pocket. "Yep, you got the certified cheque as we agreed?" Faruq nodded and pulled the paper from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of him, but keeping his fingers tightly on it. "You had no, er trouble?" he ventured. "None to speak of," replied Nevada and pulled the ruby from her pocket and placed it on the table beside the cheque, also keeping a tight grip on it. The young Archeologist saw no reason to tell Faruq about the mummy. The deal had been the money for the ruby and anything else wasn't part of the deal. She had already used a VPN on her laptop to send the authorities a message about the cave. Faruq could read about it in the papers like everyone else. Faruq gave a doubtful look but the exchange was quickly made and Nevada didn't stick around, rushing back outside to gather up Nefertari and get as far away from Faruq as quickly as she could just in case of any double cross. "Who was that man?" asked Nefertari as they wended their way through the crowds. "His name is Faruq," explained Nevada. "He is the guy who paid me to retrieve the ruby for him." "He might be calling himself Faruq," said Nefertari, "but his real name is Paulos. He is the priest who locked me into that tomb!" * * * Faced with the impossibility of getting a passport for a two thousand year old dead ruler of a kingdom that no one had ever heard of, Nevada arranged for transportation on a tramp freighter headed for the States with cargo of questionable legality. Sometimes her granddad's old contacts came in handy. Thus it was that the two spent nearly a month sailing back to Delta City in less than comfortable quarters. It also took a few incidents before the male crewmembers took the hint and their sore balls and left the two alone. The story of the sensational new Archeological find appeared in the papers when they were a week at sea. "All the treasure and stuff was great to find," said one leading expert in a CNN interview, "but not finding a mummy in the tomb was a real disappointment and extremely puzzling. The only reason for such a tomb would have been to bury some great ruler. Obviously the tomb had not been robbed or the treasure would all have been gone, but where is the mummy? I am sure it didn't get up and walk away." This last sentence was concluded with a slightly nervous look and laugh. * * * Nevada and Nefertari had barely gone a block from the dock where they got off the boat when half a dozen figures stepped out of the shadows to surround them. "Your money or your life, said one of the figures and then snickered. "God, I always wanted to say that." "We don't have any money," said Nevada as she had taken the precaution of depositing the cheque from Faruq back in Cairo and had only a few dollars with her. "Well, I think a couple of sweet things like you two can pay us in other ways," laughed one of the men and grabbed his groin to show what he meant. "I don't think so miscreants," came a new female voice. Nevada, Nefertari and the six goons looked to see two statuesque figures stepping out of the shadows. "Ms. Ameritits," sneered the groin grabber. "And Flag Twat, er I mean Flag Girl," said the blonde haired pig tailed girl beside the older brunette. Both women stood there with their hands on their hips, chests outthrust and mocking smiles on their lovely faces. "Who the hell are they?" whispered Nefertari to Nevada. "Remember me telling you about Ms. Americana and superheroines?" whispered Nevada back. "Yes, but they are dressed so skimpily," protested Nefertari. "In my day, even whores wore more clothes than that in public." Nevada shrugged. "It's just a thing they do. You'll get used to it." While the two women whispered back and forth the two heroines decided that they had done enough posing and charged the six goons. Nevada and Nefertari stood to one side to watch the fight. In short order, the six goons were lying flat on their backs on the dirty street and moaning while Ms. Americana and Flag Girl stood with one foot on the chest of a recumbent goon with smug looks of triumph on their beautiful faces. "That is what happens when you deal with superior women," sneered Ms. Americana. "You tell em Ms. A.," agreed Flag Girl with a smirk. Unfortunately, the two heroines were too busy congratulating themselves to notice the goons on whose chests they were posing had reached into their pockets and produced small canisters of gas which they sprayed up into the faces of the heroines. Goddess! gasped Ms. Americana stumbling back. "Ooooo," was all Flag Girl managed before falling backwards onto her well padded ass. In a flash as Nevada and Nefertari watched from the shadows, the six goons now rushed the two heroines and hands reached out to seize the golden powerbelts from around their waists. "Goddess, my power belt," gasped Ms. Americana trying desperately to snatch it back and failing. She was so intent on doing this that the Queen of Justice quite failed to see the thug who grasped her red, white and blue bikini top and yank it off, to send her massive 38G jugs exploding into view. "Eeek, how dare you!" gasped Ms. Americana as she tried to cover her boobs in a futile effort. Meanwhile three of the goons had tackled Flag Girl and while two of them pinned the arms and legs of the busty sidekick, the third quickly yanked off the teen's top and bottom. "Mmmmm, feast your eyes on that sweet blonde snatch," sneered one of the men. "Leave me alone or you are going to be sorry!" screamed Flag Girl as she watched the man who had stripped her begin to unbuckle his belt. "What do you think you are doing? Keep that thing in your pants! Do you hear me?" "I hear you," laughed the man as he took out his cock and stroked it a few times as he loomed over the struggling girl. "I hear you and now I am going to fuck you for being such a loud mouth little bitch!" Then before Flag Girl could utter any further protest, the goon was on top of her and he buried his cock into her twat "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeoooooo," screamed Flag Girl as she squirmed and wriggled as she was impaled which did nothing except make her full, round boobs bounce around to the delight of her attackers. While her sidekick was being fucked, one of the men in front of Ms. Americana took out his long, hard cock and stepping forward grabbed the heroine by her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees in front of him. "No, no , no, " said the heroine, but she didn't resist and just kept her eyes glued on the man's cock as it oozed a huge glob of clear precum. It was like watching some small, furry animal hypnotized by a weaving snake that was about to devour it, except in this case it was Ms. Americana about to do the devouring of the snake in her face. "Suck it bitch," ordered the man as he rubbed his cock over the brunette's face and her mouth seemed to open in automatic reflex to let the thick tool slide between her full lips. "I don't believe this," panted Nefertari as she stood beside Nevada and watched as Ms. Americana began to bob her mouth up and down on the goon's cock with loud slurping sounds. "Welcome to Delta City," muttered Nevada and tried to fight the tingle in her own pussy as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. Finally, with an effort, the brown haired girl looked away and found a pair of boards laying on the ground. She gave one to Nefertari and kept the other one. "You help the blonde, and I'll help Ms. Ameritits, er Ms. Americana." Nefertari nodded and the two women crept out of the shadows and landed solid WHACKS on the two thugs with their cocks buried in the heroine's mouth and pussy. The other four had been so intent on watching and impatiently waiting for their turn that they never saw the pair. As their assailants fell, a spell seemed to be lifted from the two heroines who quickly snatched up their power belts again and began to lay into the other remaining goons. This time, they were smart enough to not stop until all six were down, unconscious and tied up. "Er, thank you for your assistance," said Ms. Americana to Nevada and Nefertari as she retied her top, tucking her massive mammaries somewhat out of sight. "Um, you are welcome," said Nefertari and then after a nudge from Nevada continued, "er, I am new in town, but you must be the great Ms. Americana I have heard about." "Yes, I am the premier heroine of Delta City," said the brunette as she favoured Nefertari with a huge smile. "I'm glad to hear my reputation has spread to wherever you are from." "Um, Egypt, more or less," replied Nefertari. "Isn't that one of those countries next to France?" asked Flag Girl as she stepped into her ripped panties which now hid even less than usual. Ms. Americana rolled her eyes. "I thought I told you to drop that History of HipHop class and get back into Geography," said the heroine to her sidekick. "Oh, the study of rocks is so boring," complained Flag Girl as the two heroines strutted off into the night, leaving Nevada to pull out her phone and call the police to collect the goons. * * * "Nevada is that you?" called a male voice as the two women stepped into a small seventeenth floor apartment after Nevada had unlocked the door. "Yep, it's me," called Nevada as a bedroom door opened and a young man in a wheelchair came out, being pushed by a muscular looking bald man. "It's about time you got back," said Arizona Jones to his sister, but there was a smile on his face and no reproach. "Hey who's your girlfriend?" he asked looking at Nefertari. "She's not my girlfriend," said Nevada with a blush. "Well, she is a girl and she is my friend, but she's not my girlfriend." Arizona shrugged. "Don't get uptight sis," he admonished her. "If you want to come out of the closet, it's cool with me." "Nefertari this pain in the ass is my brother Arizona and the talkative dude behind him is Lex," said Nevada. "Guys this is Nefertari. It's a bit of a long story, but we met in Egypt and I invited her to stay with us for a while at least while we get things sorted out." "I bet she is bunking in with you," smirked Arizona. "Well, it's only a two bedroom apartment, so yeah," countered Nevada. "Now get your mind out of the gutter. We are just friends!" "Whatever you say sis," smirked Arizona. "So anything exciting happen while we were gone?" asked Nevada. "We were on the slowest fucking boat in the world for a month coming home. No internet connection, no nothing except a deck of cards we almost wore out." Arizona shrugged. "Same old, same old in Delta City. We got invaded by some demons. The She Legion kicked their ass and things have settle down for the moment." [Author's Note: This story is set after the vents of Delta City PI #39.] "Demons?" asked Nefertari with a look of worry on her face. "Nothing to worry about," Nevada reassured her. "That's just a day in the life for Delta City. Aliens, monsters, demons. It's a fun place to live." The End