Nevada Jones #4 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 or older. Delta City, Ms. Americana and the other heroines of the She Legion belong to Mr. X. Elsa, Council Commander and Baron von Stiga are also the creation of Mr. X. Nevada, Nefertari and the other characters in this chapter are my own creation. Please feel free to use them in your own stories, but try and keep their characters in line with what has been depicted. You may send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com "Read my lips," said Nevada. "No! Never again! Not a chance in hell!" "Oh come on," said Nefertari, "it wasn't that bad." "What do you mean, not that bad?" demanded an incredulous Nevada. "We each got raped six times. We are fucking lucky we didn't get knocked up!" "I am a Queen," said Nefertari. "I cannot be 'knocked up' as you call it if I don't want to be." "Well, bully for you," replied Nevada. "That doesnt do me much good does it?" "The city needs defenders," insisted Nefertari. "Our first venture was a learning experience. We will do better the next time out. Besides, I will go crazy sitting in this apartment watching television. Did you know there is a show about some totally incompetent sailors who go out on a three hour cruise and get stranded on a desert island? Then despite being marooned, one of the women looks like she has spent six hours doing her makeup. There is a genius who could probably build a pyramid, but apparently cannot repair a boat. The worst part is the opening song which I could not get out of my mind for several hours." Nevada rolled her eyes and glanced over at her brother. "Arizona, you tell her what a dumb idea trying to be a superheroine is." "Oh, I don't know," grinned Arizona. "It at least seems to give you a sex life which is something you have been trying to avoid since Timmy Ferguson and the back of his Mustang." "Yeah, well," Nevada stopped and narrowed her eyes at her brother. "Wait a second, how did you know about that? Were you spying on me?" "Of course," replied Arizona. "It was my duty to make sure you were safe." Nevada threw up her hands in a gesture of capitulation, but then counter attacked. "Well we don't even have any costumes left after our little foray into heroing. I am certainly not going to the cops and ask if they found ours when they responded to the warehouse breakin." "Don't worry about that," said Rex. "I am just about done here." Nevada looked over at their kitchen table where Rex was busy on a sewing machine. The six foot four, hairy man who looked like a football linebacker was also an expert seamstress and he had been hard at work all morning. "All done," said Rex and tossed garments to Nevada and Nefertari. "Try these on." Nevada caught the garment and started to examine it. It was made of heavier cloth than the original, but then you could say that about a kleenex she thought. It was still pretty skimpy looking though. "What material is this?" she asked finally as the feel of it was like nothing she could identify. "That's the great part," grinned Rex. "I have a buddy who is kind of an inventor. sHe came up with this new fabric that will probably revolutionize clothes once she gets the kinks worked out. This is some prototype stuff she let me have because I helped her out once when she was in a pinch." "What's so special about it and what exactly are these kinks?" asked Nevada suspiciously. "You will have to try it on to see," replied Rex. "The kinks are nothing dangerous I can assure you. It is just some details she needs to work on." Rex reached down to the floor and picked up a pair of boxes. "You will also need these to complete the outfits." Nevada took the boxes and saw Nefertari was smirking at her as she pointed towards the bedroom. "Unless you want to strip and change out here?" she said teasingly. * * * Holly Dwindle was bored. Being a customs officer at this small airport near London was about as exciting as watching darts on television. They were lucky if they got two planes in a week and you would think that crooks would try and take advantage of the isolated location to try and smuggle stuff into the country, but the only contraband she had ever found had been a couple of Virginia hams. That hadn't even taken a drug sniffing dog or anything as the box had been left sitting in a hot shed for a week and a two year old with bunged up nostrils could have detected it at five hundred meters. The attractive twenty five year old blonde wondered just who she had pissed off to get this duty as she peered down at the labels on the large crate. The thing was seven feet long and according to the bill of ladling was supposed to contain some artifacts for Lady Sara Kraft. All the way from Egypt huh? Well maybe this would be her big break thought Holly. Everyone knew there were all kinds of drugs coming in from that part of the world, so she had better give this thing a good looking over. She picked up a small crowbar to pry open the lid and hoped she would find something to put her career onto the fast track to promotion. "Hello there," said the mummy as it stared up at the astonished woman. Then before the customs officer could say or do anything, Crimson Spider pulled her into the crate on top of him. Just before the lid fell down trapping her in the crate with the thing, Holly felt something hard poking at her thigh and looking down she saw the bandages unwinding and a large, hard cock slide into view. "Oh god no," Holly gasped and tried to scream but the falling lid of the crate stunned her and then she felt the things hands ripping at her clothes. Somehow in the confines of the box, her legs were spread apart enough and she gasped when the huge member penetrated her. The box began to rock up and down on the concrete floor of the hanger. Faruq wandered over fromthe the truck he had rented to load the crate on and wondered if the blonde would survive lon enough for him to have a go at her. She had looked young and healthy, so maybe there was hope and he found a chair to sit down on and wait. * * * The boxes had turned out to contain two pairs of boots that seemed to be covered with the same material as the costumes. They also had much lower heels than the ridiculous things they had worn on the first outing to the warehouse with soles that wouldn't make any betraying noises when running. "I'm not sure these are appropriate," sniffed Nefertari as she examined the boots, but once she put them on, the dark skinned woman was all smiles. "Very comfortable," she observed. Other than the material and the height of the heels, the costumes seemed pretty much identical to the cheap ones they had worn. Nevada's was a one piece black and Nefertari's was a one piece white with the boots and masks of matching colour. "I still feel way too much on display," complained Nevada looking down at her DD boobs as they did their best to push out of the low cut opening despite the built in cups. "I think you look fantastic," said Nefertari as she examined Nevada closely and traced a dark finger down her friend's throat and between her breasts. Nevada gulped and felt her throat go suddenly dry and her damn nipples harden. Well at least they weren't quite so obvious in this new uniform. "Er, well we better show the others," she finally got out and hurried back into the front room where Arizona, Rex and Lex were waiting. "You look totally hot girlfriends," grinned Rex. Nevada tried not to blush as all three men were looking at the rather generous amount of cleavage she was displaying, though to be fair they were giving at least equal attention to Nefertari's larger boobs. "So what is so special about this fabric" Nevada finally asked to break the uncomfortable staring match. "Close your eyes for a second," said Rex, "and try to picture it changing colour to match each other." Nevada started to open her mouth to say something, but then just shrugged and did as she was told. When she opened her eyes, her costume was now white and Nefertari's was black. Glancing down, Nevada saw the boots had also changed colour and since Nefertari's mask had become black, she assumed her own mask had been switched as well. "That's fantastic!" exclaimed Nevada. "How does it work and why isn't your friend marketing it? sHe could make a fortune." "Two problems really. First is it only works for black and white which rather limits the market appeal. She is working on colour, but hasn't got there yet. The second is cost. The equipment and things to make the cloth are expensive which means those little itty bitty things you are wearing would cost about ten grand each. My friend doesn't want to just sell to the rich and stupid, so she is trying to get the cost down so everyone can afford it." Rex shrugged. "It might take several more years, but like I said she owed me a favour and was also happy to have someone give the fabric a good field test." "Well it feels a whole lot better than those cheap costumes," agreed Nevada, "and being able to change colours should really help for sneaking around in the dark since that white really stood out." "Too bad, we can't do the same with your poor, pale skin," commented Nefertari. "Obviously my superior colouration is much more suited for night work which is a point I intend to make most painfully the next time I encounter that scum of a Baron." "Er, the cloth has another very useful property for superheroines," said Rex. "Let me demonstrate." Before Nefertari could protest, the large hairy man ripped open the front of her costume and her large mocha globes spilled into view. Then before the affronted woman could say or do anything, the fabric seemed to just meld itself back together andnd there was no sign of it having been ripped, though Nefertari did have to stuff her boobs back into the once again whole fabric. "That is incredible," said Nefertari, but gave Rex a glare. "You should have asked my permission before performing such a demonstration!!" "Yeah, I know," laughed Rex, "but I had to see the look on your face. It was fucking priceless and worth the risk of a punch in the nose." "You know I think you would probably put a whoopee cushion on the Pope's chair if you could figure out how to do it, observed Nevada. "Oh, I have thought of at least three ways to do it," snickered Rex. "I'm just too nice of a guy to do it." "Well, Lex and I have been working on our own contribution to your outfits," said Arizona as he filed away the image of Nefertari's large breasts for later use. He held out a pair of black armbands to both women. "The one with the five little depressions goes on your left hand and the one with the two depressions on your right," he said. The two women looked curious as they donned the bands which in Nevada's case immediately changed colour to match her currently white costume. "Er, do I dare press these things?" Nevada indicated the depressions which she assumed correctly were buttons. "First put these in your ears," said Arizona handing each woman an earbud which they took and slipped into an ear. "Ok, the first button activates a closed link, encrypted communication circuit." He gestured to a black box on the table. "The two of you can talk to each other securely and with us via that base unit. The second button activates a cell phone which you can call a number with a verbal command. The third button lets you tap into police radio and the fourth button is a voice recorder." "What about button five?" asked Nevada. Arizona grinned. "It's for a MP3 player in case you get bored while on a stakeout or something." "Im impressed," said Nevada who was suddenly wishing Arizona would resume his university career in Engineering, though considering what he could already do, there might not be a lot more that school could teach him. "What about the other wristband?" asked Nefertari. "The first button will pop up a universal lock pick," replied Arizona and the second will pop up a small cutting blade which is ... " "Ouch," said Nevada and stuck her bleeding finger in her mouth to suck on it. "Very sharp," concluded Arizona. "Lex and I figured those things might come in handy for the next time you get captured. We coated them with the same fabric as your costumes." To complete their costumes, Lex produced a pair of belts with various small pouches and hooks. "We put in things like smoke and knockout pellets in the pouches," explained Arizona and then he produced a foot long silver rod that he gave to Nefertari. "Er, thanks," said the former Queen of Eqt doubtfully. "Um, is it something that I use in private?" "I suppose you could," said Arizona with a grin, "but hold it away from your body and press the button on the end." Nefertari gave Arizona a hard look, but then did as he said and the rod suddenly expanded into a four foot rigid pole. "It's not heavy enough for a club," said Arizona, "but it gives you a weapon that can be used to disarm thugs or do a lot of damage if jabbed into things like throats and stomachs." I understand its the kind of weapon some martial arts use. You can adjust the lengthup to six feet and it's also springy enough to use as a vaulting pole if needed." Nefertari gave the baton an experimental swing and smiled. "Yes, I see how this might be very useful." * * * Werner Van Horne leaned back in his large office chair and moaned before looking back down at the blue eyed blonde woman kneeling under his desk and sucking his cock with that fantastic mouth of hers. Just when he felt like he was going to explode and fill her mouth with his cream, she let his dick slip from between her lips and placed it between her massive breasts. "We did not find it in the warehouse," said the blonde as she wrapped her breasts tightly about the man's cock and began to slide them up and down along his shaft. "It has to be there," gasped Werner. "My sources were quite emphatic on that point. When they had to redo the roof in the Washington warehouse in 1975, all the contents were shipped to Delta City as a result of receiving the low tender. The material has remained 'temporarily' there ever since." Werners cock continued to slide in and out of the deep valley between the blonde's breasts while she considered his words. There didn't seem to be any reason for the weak little man to lie to her. He didn't have the balls to double cross her and try and take the prize for himself. She knew that since she could feel those pathetic little peas bouncing against the underside of her tits. She also had to admit that her search of the warehouse had not been as complete as she would have liked due to the interference of those other two fools. It was possible she had missed it, but the security on the warehouse had doubtlessly been improved after the breakin. The place hadn't even had an alarm system or any security cameras for god's sake! No wonder it had won the low bid all those years ago. "I need to know more about who owns that warehouse and if they are improving the security," said the woman as she opened her mouth and ran her tongue over the head of the professor's cock as it poked out between her boobs. "I, I will try and find out more from my sources," gasped Van Horne as he felt a shudder run through his body and then unable to hold back any longer, his cock exploded and shot its load over the woman's face and breasts. * * * Nevada was nearly to Van Horne's office when she heard a soft moan coming through the closed door. The brown haired student stopped dead in her tracks and lowered the hand that had been ab out to knock on the door. She was pretty sure what the source of that moan was and she didn't want to see it confirmed. On the other hand, Registration had insisted she needed Van Horne's signature on her revised schedule of classes for the upcoming term and she didn't feel like making the trip to his office again. Nevada heard some rustling from within the office and hurriedly moved over to a bulletin board and began to studiously read all the posters on it about events that had happened a month ago. Behind Nevada, she heard the office door open and someone walk past without looking at her. Nevada caught the woman's face out of the corner of her eye and had to bite her lip to keep from gasping in surprise. Elsa! What the hell was the so called "Handmaiden of the New Reich' doing in Van Horne's office, other than the obvious of course as she saw the woman dab at her lips with a kleenex to clean off a little white glob. Deciding her registration form could wait, Nevada began to follow the tall blonde. Thankfully, Van Horne's office was on the ground floor, so she didn't have to deal with stairs or an elevator which might have been too obvious. As it was, the blonde seemed oblivious to her as she pushed her way out the main door of the Archeology building and strode across the lightly populated campus towards some nature and walking trails that surrounded the university. Nevada watched Elsa disappear around a bend in the path and when she reached the turn, there was no sign of the blonde. Suddenly an arm reached out, wrapped itself around Nevada's neck and dragged her into the bushes where a knife was suddenly pressed against her throat. "I am wondering why you are folowing me little one," whispered Elsa in Nevada's ear. "You should also not be making any noise if you don't want your throat cut." "I, uh, saw you come out of Van Horne's office," said Nevada thinking hard. "I thought you were a new student and I wanted to warn you about Wiener. The man is a real leach when it comes to female students." "I see," said Elsa and she spun Nevada around to face her and she let the knife fall from Nevada's throat, but didn't put it away and kept it handy in her right hand. "You might even be telling the truth since Van Horne is a pig. Still, I don't like to be followed even by someone as cute as you." Nevada blinked. "Er, well I have warned you about Van Horne, so I'll just be on my way.," and she made as if to take a step backwards as the idea of turning her back on this woman and that knife didn't seem like a smart thing to do. Elsa, however, reached out her free hand and gripped Nevada's arm. "Not so fast little one, I think you owe me something for following me, or maybe a reward for your well meant warning as it amounts to the same thing." The knife vanished back into a sheath tucked into Elsa's pants and then that hand was cupping and squeezing one of Nevada's breasts. "Mmmm, very nice and soft," purred Elsa. "Um, I er," stammered Nevada as she stared down at that hand which now was moving to undo the buttons on her blouse. "I, um really need to get going," she said weakly with a rising sense of panic. "Oh don't tell me that someone as cute as you has never been with another woman before," whispered Elsa as she kept her grip on Nevada's arm while her other hand expertly undid button after button to reveal more and more cleavage. "Don't worry little one, you will enjoy it very much Making love to another woman is much more enjoyable than with a pig like Van Horne. I am sure that someone like him has tried to have his way with you, hasn't he?" "Er, well yes, but" said Nevada as her last button was undone and Elsa slipped the blouse off her shoulders and the next thing Nevada knew it was on the ground. "Oh my those look wonderful," breathed Elsa as her eyes fastened on Nevada's heaving breasts in her lacy black bra. "And I love that little bra, so sexy," continued Elsa as her fingers found the catch and released it as Nevada stood frozen, unable to move. Then the bra joined the blouse on the ground and Elsa released her grip on Nevada's arm to allow her to grab a breast in each hand. Nevada gave a soft moan at Elsa's expert manipulation of her boobs and then she watched the blonde's head lower itself until suddenly her mouth was sucking on one of Nevada's nipples. Oh fuck, that feels good, thought Nevada even as another part of her mind continued to panic. Nevada's breathing was coming much more rapidly now and it took her dazzled mind a few seconds to realize when Elsa stopped sucking on her nipple long enugh to quickly undo her own blouse and discard it. The blonde was not wearing a bra and suddenly Nevada felt herself being pulled into a kiss and felt her breasts mingle and rub against those massive warm melons of the blonde. "Hey what's going on here?" came a male voice and the two women broke the kiss to see a paunchy middle aged man in a campus security uniform. "Someone reported seeing someone pulled into the bushes," said the guard and finally his eyes caught up with his mouth as he saw the two topless, large breasted women staring at him. "There is obviously nothing wrong officer," said Elsa with a smile. "My friend and I were just having a little fun as you can see." "Well, um this isn't er the proper place for this kind of thing," said the security guard gruffly. Nevada wondered if the idiot was from another planet as she was rather certain these paths and bushes were prime make out sites for nearly everyone on campus. Still, his arrival had given her brain time to start working again and Nevada quickly scooped up her bra and blouse and dashed off past the man to the path where she took off at a run while she tried to put her blouse back on before she gave herself a black eye. A pair of male joggers passed her going the other way and Nevada heard a crash from behind her. When she glanced back, she saw the two men lying in a heap of tangled arms and legs and cursing. Nevada thought she heard the security guard calling at her to stop, but she just sped up and a few minutes later with her blouse done up and her bra stuffed into her jeans pocket, she slowed to a sedate walk and decided to head for home. * * * Nefertari sat on the sofa, impatiently waiting for Nevada to come home so they could go out on a patrol to test out their new uniforms and equipment. Rex and Lex were up in their own apartment, leaving her alone with Arizona. That made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn't that she didn't like the young man. He had a positive, outgoing personality and there was no doubting his intelligence, but he made Nefertari nervous. Like many people who had always been nothing but healthy and whole, she was not sure how to deal with someone with a disability. Did one pretend it didn't exist? Were you allowed to ask questions about it like 'how did it happen?' or 'what is it like to be unable to walk?'. She didn't want to offend either Arizona or her friend Nevada, so she decided her best option was simply to say nothing. "Want to watch some TV??" asked Arizona, breaking the silence. "I am not sure," replied Nefertari. "I am not sure I can stand anymore of what did you call them? Sitcoms? Even the people laughing sound phony as if someone was holding a spear to their side and forcing them to laugh." "Ok, how about something more er romantic?" suggested Arizona with a grin. "You know, like what you were watching the other day when Lex and I came home and caught you er being stimulated." She was a Queen, so Nefertari refused to blush or look embarrassed. That was something that commoners did. "I still find it hard to believe that there are people who would perform such actions for the entertainment of total strangers or that they are so commonly available." "Well, you do normally have to pay for them," conceded Arizona, "but I um kind of hacked the cable box to get them." "Hacked?" asked Nefertari and pantomimed striking with a knife. "Um, no not like that," replied Arizona. "In this case hacking means," and he paused to think how you could explain things like TCP/IP packets and data encryption to someone with a two thousand year old frame of reference. "Um, I guess the simplest explanation is I broke into where they were being stored." "you stole them?" said Nefertari. "Well, I suppose you could call it stealing if you want to get technical," replied Arizona. Nefertari frowned. "Perhaps it is my duty as a superheroine to defeat you in combat and call the authorities? I don't think Nevada would like me doing that." "Me either," agreed Arizona. "It's a pretty minor thing really, not something superheroines worry about. They are all into super villains, monsters, aliens and that kind of thing. Besides the cable companies are such bastards that stealing from them is pretty much like doing a public service." Nefertari still looked doubtful, but gestured at the remote and blowing out a sigh of relief Arizona turned on the television. "Um, maybe something a little more soft core?" he suggested as he clicked the channel buttons. "Soft core?" echoed Nefertari. "Do you mean something soft in the middle like those marshmellows you showed me?" "No," replied Arizona. "Soft core means um well a little nudity, but you don't see anything really explicit in terms of sex." On the screen was a nightclub scene with a large breasted brunette dancing around a pole. Nefertari stared at the dancing woman, watching her twirl around the pole and rub her body against it before removing her top and letting her odd shaped breasts spill into view. "Is she deformed?" the former queen asked Arizona. "Deformed?" asked Arizona and then looked back at the screen. "Oh, her boobs. She has implants to make them bigger." "You are, er what was the expression Nevada used the other day? Oh yes, 'you are shitting me?' aren't you?" asked Nefertari. "A woman would have to be totally insane to do something like that and look at her lips? Has someone punched her in the mouth to make them swell up like that?" "Not everyone is as blessed as you are in the chest department," said Arizona with a smile and wondered how in the hell he was going to explain botox injections. He was saved from having to do that when the woman, now wearing only a thong exited the stage and sat down in the lap of one of the audience members and began to grind her ass into him. "Are they fornicating?" asked Nefertari with a frown. "Not really," answered Arizona. "It's called a lap dance. He still has his pants on and she is um just rubbing herself against him. They do that in some nightclubs, though others take it all the way if you know what I mean." Nefertari glanced over at Arizona as he was talking and was startled to see a tent forming in his pants. Arizona caught her glance and looked down. "Sorry about that, I find this kind of entertainment as stimulating as you do." "Yes, but I thought you couldn't ...." Nefertari trailed off feeling that she was moving into forbidden territory once again. "You thought because I can't walk that I can't get an erection?" smirked Arizona. "Well, not everyone in a wheelchair can, but I am lucky in that department or maybe it is unlucky. I'm not sure somedays. Maybe it would be better if I didn't feel anything." "I don't understand," replied Nefertari. "Please forgive me if I am being an 'insensitive bitch' again. You and Nevada have been very kind to me and I don't want to offer offence." "Nah, it's ok," replied Arizona. "I would rather people asked me about things rather than just pretend my little problem doesn't exist. On the other hand, sometimes people, girls in this case, can't see past the wheelchair." Nefertari looked back at the screen where the woman was still wildly gyrating on the man's lap. "Have you ever had a lap dance?" she asked Arizona. "Um, not so much," he admitted. Nefertari stood up from the sofa and advanced on Arizona's wheelchair. "Would you like to have one? As you said, the scene is rather stimulating." Arizona looked up and there was an awful lot to look up to from his point of view both in terms of Nefertari's height and those huge jugs sticking out of her chest. "Er, ok," he finally managed in a slightly squeaky sounding voice. which made him grimace. Nefertari just smiled and carefully lowered herself onto Arizona's lap, still a little worried that she might hurt him. When he didn't scream with pain or break into pieces, Nefertari settle down some more and she felt his erection rubbing on her ass through her jeans. She briefly thought about removing the jeans, but decided it might be best to take things slowly at first and she began to move her ass against that hard pole of flesh. "Mmmmmmm, that does feel rather nice," said Arizona as he wrapped his arms a bit shyly around Nefertari's waist. Nefertari stole another look at the television and the topless woman on it before lifting Arizona's hands up so they cupped her large breasts. Arizona took the hint and began to squeeze and fondle those big soft boobs through Nefertari's blouse for a few minutes before working up the courage to start undoing the buttons. They had yet to find a bra big enough for the former queen and as the buttons came undone, her large chocolate brown boobs spilled into view. Arizona rested a palm on each one, feeling the hard nipple pressing into his hands and heard Nefertari moan with pleasure. Damn, her ass felt so good rubbing on his cock and he felt he was close to exploding and found himself wishing there weren't two layers of cloth between their bodies. That was when the door opened and Nevada walked in. * * * "You really don't mind?" whispered Nefertari as the two would be heroines slunk down a dark side street near Sugartown looking for something heroic to do a few hours later. "No, my brother is a big boy and can make his own decisions," replied Nevada. "He certainly felt big," said Nefertari thoughtfully. "Oh fuck, I didn't mean it THAT way," hissed Nevada. "Arizona is my brother!" "So?" asked Nefertari. "What do you mean 'so?'" replied Nevada. "You need to take a course in genetics and recessive genes to see just how bad an idea that can be. Hell, just go study the European royal families for god's sake! Brothers and sisters getting sexually involved is just not a good idea. Trust me." "I'm not totally sure he shares your point of view," answered Nefertari as they peered around the corner into another dark street. Nevada just gave a grunt and seemed to want to let the topic drop, so Nefertari didn't say anything more. She did recall her own crazy Uncle Ahmed who used to walk around court in Eqt naked and stroking his VERY large and erect penis while telling everyone he was really a date tree. Suddenly Nefertari wished there was someone to ask about Uncle Ahmed's origins. After proceeding in silence for several more minutes, Nevada and Nefertari heard a call over their earbuds on the police radio about a holdup and potential hostage situation at a 24/7 gas station and convenience store only a few blocks away from where they were and they broke into a run. What they found were three men and a woman coming out of the gas station. One of the men was holding a knife to the woman's throat while the other two men flanked him on either side. A Delta City PD squad car was angled into the curb, but the two officers just stood watching afraid that doing something might endanger the hostage. "Are those zombies?" whispered Nefertari as the two women stopped out of sight in some shadows. "Look at their eyes." "Not zombies," replied Nevada. "Not that they haven't shown up from time to time in Delta City, but those three are just some Meth Heads who were probably out to score some money for their habit." "Drugs?" asked Nefertari. "I know some of my people would smoke opium if they could get it." "Along the same lines," allowed Nevada, "except they cook up this drug with crap like Draino in a bath tub." Nevada was a bit hazy on exactly how one made crystal meth and most of her knowledge came from catching a few episodes of Breaking Bad. "You take care of the knife and the man holding it, and I shall deal with the other two," said Nefertari. Nevada sighed and nodded her head in agreement. At least that sounded like a slightly more sane plan than the last one the ex queen had come up with. * * * Megan Fitzpatrick had been on her way home when she heard about the robbery attempt on the police band radio in her SUV. She had arrived on the scene just in time to see three men with a female hostage making their way out of the gas station. It wasn't a demon invasion, but it was news and Megan grabbed up the video camera she kept in the back seat for just such an occaision and started shooting. The reporter caught a blur of movement off to one side and suddenly there was a CRACK sound like a whip and something wrapped around the knife wielder's hand and yanked it back and away from the hostage's throat. Damn, it actually had been a whip, Megan realized as she saw the whip wielder run forward and punch the man in the face as the hostage staggered to her knees. As Megan continued to record, a second figure followed the whip wielder and now Megan noticed for the first time they were both women. Well in Delta City that shouldn't have surprised her, though the reporter didn't recognize either of the scantily clad figures from her mental files of known heroines. The second heroine was dark skinned and seemed to be wearing an identical costume to the first heroine,except hers was all white. Instead of a whip, she had some kind of metal stick in her hands. The second woman kicked one of the hostage takers in the face and he went down even as her stick rammed home into the gut of the third man, doubling him over in agony. As quick as that, it was over and now the useless police officers rushed forward to take charge. "This is Megan Fitzpatrick of WXYZ news," yelled Megan as she beat the cops to the site of the short battle. "Would the two of you like to say anything to the public about what just went down?" Nevada and Nefertari just stared blankly into the camera for a few seconds. "Er, don't do drugs?" said Nevada awkwardly. "We want the people of this great city to know that they have two new defenders who will protect them from scum such as these," said Nefertari much more smoothly as she gestured to the three men who were now being handcuffed by the cops. "What are your names then?" asked Megan. Nefertari glanced over at Nevada. They had been debating names for the last few days and had yet to decide on ones they liked. As the camera swung back to focus on Nevada, she blurted out the first thing she thought of. "Ebony and Ivory," she said. "Er, who is who?" asked Megan. "Are we talking skin colour or costume colour here?" Nevada looked down and realized that while she was still in her black mode for moving down dark streets unseen, Nefertari had reverted to her white mode when she went into action. "Um, we haven't decided on that yet," she mumbled. Megan rolled her eyes. These two were so new they squeaked in their skimpy costumes with those marvelous round boobs nearly falling out of them. Wiping the mental drool of her face, Megan tried one more question to make sure she got the details correct. "Conventional spelling on those names?" "That's E-b-o-n-e-e," said Nefertari spelling the name as it would have been spelled in Eqt. "Er, Ivory is just the normal," added Nevada weakly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," suddenly cut in another voice and the former female hostage and clerk at the gas station wrapped her arms around Nevada and gave her a long hard kiss on the lips of the astonished woman which Megan got a good close-up of with her camera. "There you have it ladies and gentlemen of Delta City," said the reporter doing a voice over as Nevada managed to extract herself from the kiss while blushing furiously and then ran off down the street with Nefertari who was trying not to laugh. "You just saw them live and in action, the two newest heroines of Delta City: Ebonee and Ivory." The End