Nevada Jones #5 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, Lady Sara Kraft, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl and the other heroines of the She Legion are the creation and property of Mr. X. Elsa, Baron von Stiga and Council Commander are also the creation of Mr. X. Nevada, Nefertari and the other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories as long as you try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com "Well, you made the news," said Arizona. "Yeah, but someone should tell Megan Fitzpatrick that my eyes are up here," said Nevada gesturing with her hands, "and not 18 inches lower where she had the camera focussed." "It was only for a few seconds," replied Arizona with a grin. "I'm sure her hand slipped when she panned down to your boobs. She was standing pretty close though and got a real good look." "Have you decided which one of you is Ebonee and which one is Ivory?" asked Rex, who for once was showing some diplomacy and changing the subject. "I mean eqnuiring minds want to know." "We could just leave them guessing," grumbled Nevada. "Not a good idea," disagreed Nefertari. "It would be confusing when we are trying to communicate in a critical situation." Nevada rolled her eyes. "Fine, which do you want to be or should we call Megan and say we want a 'do over' with our heroine names. I can be Supergirl and you can be Wonder Woman." "Well, those do sound like good names," said Nefertari thoughtfully, "I was joking!" broke in Nevada. "They are already taken. With the different spelling, we might just not get sued by whoever wrote the song. Look, since the costumes can change colour, we better do the names based on skin colour which makes you Ebonee with your weird spelling which was your idea by the way and I'm Ivory." "Hey wasn't it Marilyn Chambers who was the Ivory soap girl?" asked Rex brightly. "Maybe you have a career in porn ahead of you just like her." "keep saying things like that and I might post those pictures of you I got of you fucking Melody while dressed up as Dolly Parton," said Nevada giving Rex a glare. "Go right ahead," shrugged Rex. "If they go viral, I might get to be famous and make millions as a makeup or fashion influencer." Sensing another change in topic was required, Arizona broke in before Nevada could reply. "What do you think is going on with Elsa and Weiner?" "Other than she was blowing him you mean?" asked Nevada. "Well yeah," agreed Arizona. "What are they up to?" Nevada sighed. "Well Van Horne's area of expertise, which is a questionable use of that word, is in Christian-Judeo artifacts from biblical antiquity. Elsa was looking for something in that warehouse and I am guessing she got a tip about it from him." Arizona shot Nevada a suddenly worried look. "Don't tell me that she might be looking for some of our old family legends?" Nevada shrugged. "It occurred to me. I mean it was the Nazi's who were after it in the first place. Maybe Elsa and those other morons had access to some old Nazi records that revived their interest." "What are you two talking about?" asked a puzzled Nefertari. "I have heard you mention Nazis before. Who are they and what do they have to do with your family history?" "Well about 80 years ago, there was this little thing called World War II," said Nevada. "I'm giving you the Reader's Digest version here," and she stopped as a new confused look appeared on Nefertari's face. "I mean, I am giving you the short version. In the second world war, just about everyone in the world was fighting. The good guys were England, the United States and others who were called the Allies while the Germans, Italians and Japan were the main bad guys who were called the Axis Powers. Germany was being run by a nutcase named Adolph Hitler and his party were the Nazis. They did a whole lot of bat shit stuff, but eventually the Allies won the war." Nefertari nodded. "How does this involve your family though?" "My grandfather, er well actually he was my great grandfather was an Archeologist too," said Nevada. "He discovered something called the Ark of the Covenant which is an ancient relic, but only after a real nasty competition against some Nazis who were also looking for it. That's the family legend anyway. It never appeared in any newspaper because the government hushed it all up, or so the family legend goes. I was told that Hollywood wanted to make the story into a movie, but decided against it as the story was just too unbelievable, even for them." Nefertari nodded. "You call it an artifact from antiquity, but there were strong memories of it in my time. The israelites used to carry it into battle. It was what they used to take down the walls of Jericho." "Yeah well, that's the story if you believe it," agreed Nevada. "You don't think your great grandfather ever found it?" asked Nefertari. Nevada shrugged. "There is no prooff he ever did. It isn't uncommon for parents and grandparents to make up stories to tell their kids and grandkids. He disappeared long before I was born, so I only have the family legends which along with five bucks will get you a fancy cup of coffee." "But Elsa and those others seem to believe the story," pointed out Nefertari. "We should make another visit to that warehouse to see what we can discover." Nevada didn't reply. She just felt the ghosts of her family's past reaching out to drag her back into their embrace. * * * It was after supper and the dishes had been cleared away an hour ago when the doorbell rang. Lady Sara Kraft frowned and glanced at her watch. It was a bit late for unexpected company and whoever it was had interrupted the research she had been doing on the location of some ancient Babylonian artifacts. The aristocrat pressed a button on her desk. "It's alright James, I will answer it," she told the elderly butler via the intercom. Her room was in the family or west wing of the large mansion and by this time of night with no company expected, James would have retired to his own quarters in the servent's east wing. After checking the security camera, Lady Kraft swung open the front door to the tall, thin delivery man who had a large crate perched on a hand wheeled cart. "Special delivery for Lady Sara Kraft," said the man consulting his clipboard. "That's me," confirmed Sara in her aristocratic voice. "What is this?" and she indicated the crate. "Beats me," replied the man. "I'm just delivering it." "Fine wheel it in then," said Sara and stepped out of the way to let the man in and watched him tilt the hand cart and carefully lower the seven foot long crate onto the floor. When he stepped back and turned around, the man found himself looking down the muzzles of Lady Kraft's pair of pearl handled guns. "Hey, what's the idea?" he began, but Lady Kraft cut him off with an impatient wave of her guns. "What do you take me for?" she demanded. "Some kind of stupid bloody twit? First off, no delivery company is making rounds at this time of night. Second, that uniform you stole is at least three inches too short in the legs and third, I'm not falling for the rapist in a crate trick a fourth time this year!" "Look, lady, I don't know what you are talking about," protested Faruq. "Save it, snapped Lady Kraft. She pulled a small crowbar out of the table by the door that she kept handy for legitimate deliveries and tossed it at the man's feet. "Pick that up and open the crate. Don't think about trying to come at me with that thing or you will find out why you should never bring a crowbar to a gun fight." Faruq shrugged and picked up the crowbar. When he had pried off the lid, he stepped aside so Lady Kraft could look inside. She gasped at what she saw which was the cum covered body of a young blonde woman. At first glance, the aristocrat couldn't tell if the woman was alive or not. "What the hell is going onhere?" she demanded of the man and waved her guns at him in a much more threatening manner. "Merely a distraction while I snuck up behind you to disarm you," said a deep voice from behind Lady Kraft and suddenly a pair of huge bandaged wrapped hands reached over her shoulders and ripped her guns from her astonished hands. "Not that they could have hurt me, but they would have set back my rejuvination which I don't want," said Crimson Spider. Lady Kraft had whirled to face her new opponent and even a veteran tomb raider like her couldn't help but gasp when she saw the large mummy with the crimson spider ruby glowing on its forehead. Her paralysis didn't last very long, however, and she lashed out with a kick at the mummy's head only to have it easily brushed aside. The mummy then reached forward with quite surprising speed and grasped the aristocrat by her throat and lifted her off the ground without appearing to break a sweat, assuming mummies sweated. "Mmmm, why don't we take this up to your bedroom?" suggested the mummy. "You are really quite delicious looking." It took a few squeezes on her throat, but finally Lady Kraft gave in and directed the mummy and his smirking assistant to her large private bedroom. Oddly enough, they had insisted on bringing the crate with its dead or unconscious cargo with them using a hand cart and her private elevator. Crimson Spider tossed Lady Kraft onto her large bed and stood there with what it probably thought was a smile while Faruq dropped the crate onto the floor near the door. "Strip," Crimson Spider ordered the noblewoman. "Go to hell!" she snapped back automatically. "I believe the expression is 'been there, done that' so I must decline," rumbled the mummy. "There were few of you Aphrodites around when I ruled my domain, but I know exactly how to tame your kind to my will. That very pleasant method, however, is time consuming and can wear off at the most inconvenient times. Therefore, I will have to employ other means." Lady Kraft said nothing to this, but felt her heart rate increase at the mention of taming. She knew herself, like all Aphrodites to be vulnerable to thatform of conditioning. Too many orgasms supplied in too short a time would at least temporarily reduce an Aphrodite to a near mindless and totally devoted sex slave. The effect would slowly wear off if the stream of orgasms was not reinforced regularly. Taming was one of the things that Aphrodites feared the most,though any other method that achieved the same effect seemed something worth fearing. So it was that Lady Kraft felt her heart speed up evenmore when Crimson Spider touched his bandaged finger to the ruby spider on his forehead and then touched the same spot on her forehead. There was a brief stab of pain and then that was gone and only a dull itching sensation remained. "What, what did you do to me?" demanded Lady Kraft, rubbing at her forehead furiously. "A simple spell of obedience," replied Crimson Spider. "You retain all your intellect and abilities, but you must obey my instructions. Neither in word or in deed can you betray me until I release you." "We'll see about that," gasped Lady Kraft. "Yes we shall," agreed Crimson Spider. "Now take off your clothes. I may not have the time to do a proper taming, but the needs of my regenerating body require regular sexual stimulation." Lady Kraft intended to repeat her order for the bastard to go to hell and perhaps provide additional instructions on things he could do to himself before she would comply, but instead her hands reached under her tank top and began to pull it off over her head as Crimson Spider and his flunky watched intently. Her large, full breasts were pulled up with the top and then fell back down to slap against her chest where they continued to wobble for several seconds in a most delightful manner from the perspective of the watchers. Next, Lady Kraft undid the button on her pants and lifting her ass from the mattress, slid them down her muscular legs and off, leaving her only a skimpy pair of black, lacy panties. Blushing furiously, the noblewoman slid those off and lay there trembling slightly, now completely naked. As the aristocrat watched, there was a trembling in the bandages around the mummy's groin and his large, erect cock slid into view. Lady Kraft felt her damn Aphrodite genes begin to respond to this as a tingle went through her pussy. As she watched, the mummy gave his cock a few strokes and a glob of clear precum oozed out the tip to glisten in the overhead light. Without realizing she had done so, Lady Kraft licked her lips at this sight. "I think I will let you have the privilege of servicing me with your mouth first before I sample that aristocratic pussy of yours," said the mummy as it walked over to the edge of the bed and dragged Lady Kraft's face towards his dribbling member. Sara Kraft wanted to scream and refuse, but the spell combined with her Aphrodite genes had other ideas. The smell of the precum filled her nostrils and made her pussy tingle even harder. Damn and double damn my Aphrodite genes, she thought as her mouth opened to engulf the cock in front of her face. Mmmmm, oh fuck it tastes so good, she moaned to herself mentally as the hard piece of meat slid into her mouth and throbbed against her tongue. Feeling the noblewoman's resistance vanishing, Crimson Spider was content to let the lady do the work. He watched her warm mouth move up and down his cock, taking it deeper and deeper each time until finally she had the entire length in her mouth. "Do you know the difference between a noblewoman and a whore?" said Crimson Spider turning to Faruq who had sat down in a chair to watch his boss at work. "No," Faruq admitted. "Neither do I," laughed Crimson Spider and turned his attention back to Lady Kraft and watched in fascination as his cock disapeeared into that small mouth like some sword swallowing trick. He felt her tongue gliding over his shaft and knew his first climax was not going to be far away thanks to the woman's expertise with a cock. No surprise there as from what he had heard and read about the aristocrat, she was no stranger to fucking and sucking dick. A part of Lady Kraft's brain knew she should be horrified at the thought of sucking the cock of this monster, but this wasn't the first time this type of thing had happened to her and she was beginning to find it almost exciting. She knew that wasn't a good or a healthy thing, but there it was anyways, so she concentrated on making the thing cum. That it did a few moments later with a rush of warm, thick spunk into her mouth and she gulped and swallowed and then kept repeating this until the torrent of cum stopped and her stomach felt pleasingly full. "Now get on your hands and knees," said Crimson Spider pulling his still very hard cock from Lady Kraft's mouth. "We do have business to discuss, but not until I fuck your pussy whore." Sara Kraft scrambled to obey, feeling the desperate desire of her genes now to have that wonderful huge cock inside her and to be taken by it. The noblewoman felt the mummy get behind her on the bed and then felt the heat of its cock as it rubbed over her swollen pussy lips. She then gave a gasp as the huge member began to push inside her and spread her open. "You like that don't you whore?" asked Crimson Spider. "Yes, oh fuck yes," moaned Lady Kraft as her large breasts swung back and forth under her in time with the mummy's thrusts. Crimson Spider gave the woman's ass a hard ringing spank and then began to slam his cock harder and deeper into that sopping wet and velvety soft pussy. The mummy tried to stretch his climax out and make it last longer, but that was easier said than done with this tight Aphrodite cunt squeezing his cock in its soft embrace. All to soon he found himself blasting his second load into those entrancing depths. Sara Kraft collapsed onto the bed panting and still rubbing her clit furiously when Crimson Spider pulled his cock from her pussy and wiped it over her face. When Faruq stepped forward, the aristocrat was too lost in her lust to protest and she eagerly gobbled down his cock while fingering herself. It was only after the tall man had pumped his load down her throat and she herself had climaxed that Crimson Spider got down to business. "You have an object in your possession that I have come for," said the mummy. "Though I must admit the trip was worth it if only to sample that delectable body of yours." Now that she had climaxed, some resistance was returning to the noblewoman and she glared at Crimson Spider. "I don't intend to tell you anything, no matter how many times you fuck me." Crimson Spider gave a mirthless smile. "I am afraid my spell gives you no more choice with your words than with the actions of your body. Now tell me about the blue lapis you bragged about on your YouTube video. How did you get it and where is it now?" "I found it in a previously looted tomb in Egypt," said Sara Kraft promptly and then looked surprised since she had not intended to say anything. "I told you that my spell compelled your total obedience," smirked Crimson Spider. "Please continue." "Whoever looted the tomb didn't know much about how they sometimes have secret compartments," went on Sara despite her attempt to remain silent. "There was one directly under the mummy which was in very bad shape as the mummification process didn't seem to have taken. From what little of the inscriptions that were left, he appeared to have been some type of high priest." "Most likely your ancestor Paulos," said Crimson Spider looking over at Faruq. "The fool didn't realize that the lapis is an object of power and unless it was in direct contact with the wrappings as was the case with my ruby, it would interfere with his attempt to imitate my regeneration." Turning back to the naked noblewoman, he asked, "where is the lapis now." In reply and much against her will, the still naked Lady Kraft got off the bed and went to a picture on the wall and pulled it aside to reveal a safe. She twisted the dials and opened it before reaching inside to produce a velvet lined box containing the lapis. Since Crimson Spider didn't seem interested in any of the other contents of the safe and gave her no instructions about them, the aristocrat closed and locked the safe once more. Crimson Spider took the blue lapis jewel from the case and laid it carefully on the thick rug that covered the bedroom floor. The mummy then said a few words in a language that Sara Kraft didn't know and touched the ruby n his forehead again. A red beam sprang from the gem and touched the lapis. A few seconds later, a beautiful, dark skinned woman stood there in place of the jewel. "Welcome back to the land of the living my daughter," said Crimson Spider. * * * Werner Van Horne didn't like the Naked Parrot bar very much, but this was where his source insisted on meeting and the amount of money Elsa had promised him for helping find the Ark made the risk worthwhile. The dive bar near the docks was half full when he arrived and found the man he only knew as Herman sitting at a dark table in a corner. The man was only asking for ten percent of what Elsa would pay him and it didn't occur to Van Horne to wonder why the man didn't just deal directly with her. Considering the side benefits he received from her mouth, Werner was just as happy to be the conduit. "Elsa said the Ark wasn't in the warehouse like yu claimed," said Van Horn after he had sat down. Herman was a large man, though his bulk appeared to be turning from muscle to fat. There was more than a hint of gray in his short cropped black hair and a nasty looking scar ran across his right cheek and came dangerously close to his eye on that side. Now he rubbed his stubbled chin and looked thoughtful. "Well, it is possible the thing you want is in the second warehouse," he finally said in a gravelly voice. "Second warehouse?" squeaked Herman. "What second warehouse? You never said a damn thing about a second warehouse!" "Well, they brought a lot of stuff from that place in Washington," replied Herman without any trace of resentment or even acknowledgement of Van Horne's tone. "I was virtually certain the thing was in the warehouse I told you about, but they could have moved it at some point in the last 40 years or so." "Where is this second warehouse?" asked Van Horne through gritted teeth. Herman grinned broadly. "Don't get your knickers in a knot," he admonished. "The second warehouse the company is using is the next one to the East. It couldn't be simpler for your patrons to search." "Alarms? Security?" Van Horne asked. "Nah," said Herman with a wave of his big, calloused hand. "It's just the overflow space they use. they've got no idea that anything valuable might be in there." * * * After Van Horne had grumbled a bit more and left, Herman sat back in the deep shadows of the corner and snapped his fingers. Now, a bland looking man that no one would remember seeing sat there grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He didn't even know for sure if the primitive religious artifact was in either warehouse and for his purposes, it didn't really matter. What mattered was the fun he got from watching the antics of these stupid humans. None of them had even tumbled to the incredible coincidence of them all showing up at the exact same time to break into the warehouse. He had sold the exact same information to all three groups and told them the security would be down for maintenance starting at midnight that night. As far as he knew, there had been exactly zero security beyond the locked doors. Then those two Aphrodite sluts had shown up to further add to his entertainment. The tall, black one had looked vaguely familiar, but what did that matter? Looking out the grimy front window of the Naked Parrot, the man's smile turned to a frown as he recognized the green sports car sitting across the street. It looked like Green Spectre was taking an interest in the Naked Parrot though whether that was because of him or something else, he didn't know. It was more than possible that someone in one of the three neo Nazi factions had blabbed. The problem was what should he do about it. He was immortal, but not invulnerable and his last little venture had nearly gotten this mortal body blown to bits which would have put a crimp on his fun for a while. He still couldn't believe the stupid blonde bitch had actually fired those rockets into Bridge's mansion. Apparently some people just didn't have a sense of humour. [Author's Note: See Delta City PI #38 for more details.] Now the demons were gone and there was some being with enough power to block them from coming back and he didn't want to mess with someone who had that much power. It seemed his own role in the debacle had gone unnoticed, so it seemed best not to keep too high of a profile in case that power or others were turned against him. Well, that precluded any direct action, but there were some subtler ways to deal with nuisances and have some fun at the same time. There were about a dozen members of the White Sharks gang lounging around on the street outside the bar. That probably meant they had some kind of drug deal going down and maybe that was what had really attracted the attention of the Spectres. The man shrugged as it didn't really matter. He made a gesture with his fingers and the Spectre Mobile's horn suddenly began to honk repeatedly which of course drew the attention of the dozen very large muscular gang members who had been too stupid to notice the car in the first place, possibly from sampling their own products a bit too much. The two blonde heroines noticed the attention focussed on them and not liking the odds or perhaps because their "covert" surveillance had been blown, and tried to start their engine which didn't respond. The car door locks didn't seem to work either. The bland man watched as Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were hauled out of their dead car by the gang members. The two blondes didn't go down without a fight, but they were badly outnumbered and hands grabbed them and began to rip at their skimpy costumes. There were two identical shriekds of outrage as two pairs of large, soft white boobs tumbled into view as their tops were pulled off. A few seconds later, their bottoms were ripped off as well and exposed two neatly trimmed blonde pussies. Green Spectre and Spectre Girl quickly found themselves bent over the hood of their own car on opposite sides so they were staring into each other's eyes as a large cock was rammed up their cunts from behind. The bland looking man relaxed in his chair and watched the impromptu floor show. The Spectre's huge melons were pressed into the shiny green surface of their car as they were ploughed and a crowd gathered to watch and wait for their turn. No one in that crowd was likely to call the cops and even if they did, it was even unlikelier the cops would respond in any hurry to a call from this area of town. Of course it didn't take long for the slut's Aphrodite genes to start to kick in. The horrified, humiliated looks on the faces of the two blonde heroines was soon replace by one of estacy as the cocks fucking them drove them to an orgasm. The man watched as the first load of cum was pumped into both women and then another pair of gang members stepped up for their turn and slammed their cocks home into the Spectres. Bodies were now bent close enough across the car now to almost touch and soon lost in their lust, the blondes began to kiss each other as they were fucked. Pity the crowd didn't know they were mother and daughter and they were watching a very hot show of incest thought the man, but at least he knew and he signalled for another beer as he sat back to watch. * * * "Are you sure about that Arizona?" Nevada said into her communications wristband. "Yep," confirmed her brother. "The company that owns the warehouse has been charging the government big bucks every year to store the stuff in that warehouse. The money is supposed to be for alarm systems, 24/7 video surveillance, the whole nine yards. None of that is actually in place and after the breakin, all they did was replace the locks on the three doors." "They don't appear to have even checked the skylight to find there is no lock on it," commented Nefertari as she lifted it up to demonstrate. "God bless capitalism and greed," muttered Nevada as she joined her partner, both in the black variant of their costume and once more slipped down into the darkness of the warehouse. "At least there isn't a big crowd tonight like last time," whispered Nefertari as they began to move around. "What exactly are we looking for?" "Two things," replied Nevada after some thought. "Look for crates that could be big enough to hold the ark and for anything that might hold records. I didn't see an office last time, but then we were kind of busy getting fucked as I recall." They found the office against one wall and elevated, so that it could be reached by two sets of stairs that met in a kind of balcony outside the door to the office. It took some work with the lockck, but finally Nevada managed to get the door open. "They make it look so damn easy on TV, she muttered as they stepped into the small office. The operative words to describe the office were small and dusty. Shining her flashlight around, Nevada didn't see any signs that anyone had been in the office recently. There was a small metal desk, two chairs and a battered filing cabinet crammed into the space. There was no phone or any other electronic devices. The filing cabinet was unlocked and Nefertari pulled open the top drawer and stared down at the unfamiliar folders and paper. "I don't even know how I can read this writing of yours," said Nefertari. "It must have something to do with this damn collar, but even so I don't know what to look for." "I think we want to see if there are any records of stuff being transferred out of the warehouse, though considering their security, I find it hard to believe they kept their records up-to-date," said Nevada as she began to skim through the contents of the folders. The two heroines were so engrossed in studying the files that neither of them noticed the office door open behind them and the gas pellet that was tossed inside until it went off and began to fill the room with knockout gas. "The door," gasped Nefertari, "we need fresh air." The tall, dark skinned beauty staggered to the door only to find it locked. Behind her, the former queen of Eqt heard a thud as Nevada slumped to the floor unconscious and a moment later she joined her friend in blackness. * * * "Wake up sleepy heads," said a soft female voice. Nevada opened her eyes, moaned and closed them again to keep the room from spinning around. She heard a similar moan from her right and guessed that Nefertari had suffered a similar reaction. When she opened her eyes again, the room had steadyed, but she found herself unable to move as she found her arms handcuffed behind her and her ankles tied to the legs of one of the metal chairs. They were still in the small office and Elsa stood there smirking at them. "I don't know who you two are, but you are seemingly always getting in my way," said the blonde. "I would be really annoyed in a lethal fashion if you both weren't so good looking, even the inferior one," and here she looked at Nefertari and shrugged. "I suppose it is the taboo nature of the thing that I find attractive." "Untie me bitch and face me in a fair fight and I will show you who is inferior," snarled Nefertari. "Ach, I so love the spunky ones like you," smiled Elsa and she walked over to Nefertari and pulled open the woman's costume until those large, brown boobs fell out of the cups that had been restraining them. Turning to Nevada, the blonde repeated this with Nevada and then stood back to admire her handiwork. "You know," she said as she studied Nevada's exposed breasts, "I think those boobs look familiar." "You saw them in the warehouse the other night," Nevada reminded the blonde, trying to keep her from thinking about the female student she had met who had followed her from Van Horne's office. "Possibly," replied Elsa with a devlish smile as she took one of Nevada's breasts in each hand and began to gently squeeze and knead them. "Oh my, how very nice they are." She then turned and did the same groping and fondling of Nefertari's breasts. "I feel like a kid at Christmas time when Father Christmas has left me many new toys to play with." "I think Santa would be more likely to leave you a lump of coal," panted Nevada as Elsa began a second round of groping and nipple tweaking. "Actually, the last present I got from him was a very large vibrator," smirked Elsa. "It is a pity I don't have it with me tonight. I shall just have to find other ways to entertain myself." With that, the blonde began to strip off her clothes as Nevada and Nefertari gaped at her. "You are foolish woman," said Nefertari. "In the middle of a robbery, you would stop for sex?" "There is no one to disturb us tonight," replied Elsa. "I even left my own henchmen at home so I could be more silent." The blonde low leaned down and rubbed her breasts against first Nefertari's and then Nevada's, erect nipples rubbing against erect nipples. "Oh fuck, dat feels goo no?" "Yes," gasped Nevada and then blushed as she had meant to say "No". "My aren't we the horny little one," laughed Elsa and once more rubbed her breasts against Nevada's then leaned in to kiss the captive girl on the mouth. "Mmmm, so tasty," she moaned when she broke the kiss. The neo Nazi then turned her attention back to Nefertari and this time captured the dark skinned heroine's lips for a kiss while grinding her own large breasts into those of her captive. "You are a sick, disgusting bitch," gasped Nefertari when Elsa finally released her lips so she could talk. "And you are wet with the thought of having sex with me," laughed Elsa as she abruptly shoved her hand down the open front Of Nefertari's costume and rubbed her pussy. When the blonde pulled her fingers back into sight, they glistened with wetness. "What about you little one?" she asked Nevada and repeated her exploration with her other hand on Nevada's pussy. It too came out shiny with pussy juices. Elsa stood there looking at her two wet sets of fingers and another evil smile came over her beautiful face. "Perhaps you two wouldlike to taste each other?" and she crossed her arms to offer her wet fingers to both heroines. "No biting now or I shall have to punish you severely." Nevada's eyes met Nefertari's and saw the same reluctance she hoped was visible in her own eyes, but there was also a bit of something else. Probably the same damn curiosity that she felt running through her own mind. What would it taste like? Would she like it? Would she want to sample it further in the future? In the end, that curiosity overcame her shame and humiliation and Nevada opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the offered fingers to lick them clean. Oh god, it tasted good. Glancing to her right, Nevada saw that Nefertari had given in to the same temptation and cleaned her juices from Elsa's fingers. "Oh I think we three could have such fun together," laughed Elsa. "It is a shame I don't dare untie you both so we could really play properly." "We could promise to play with you if you released us," suggested Nefertari. "Ah, but I do not think I am foolish enough to believe you," replied Elsa. "Besides there is also something very hot about having my lovers tied up and so helpless. Now which one of you wants to lick my pussy?" Nefertari and Nevada exchanged another look. Nevada was pretty sure her own expression would be one of panic, but Nefertaris looked only mildly concerned. Elsa saw those expressions and once more smiled wickedly. "I think the black one has much experience in licking pussy little one," she said to Nevada, "but from the look on your face, you have not. That makes me think you should learn how to properly pleasure another woman with your mouth." "No, um wait," began Nevada, but Elsa climbed up onto the chair, standing precariously between Nevada's thighs and leaning forward to rest her hand on the office wall behind the chair and press her shaved pussy into her captive's face. "Lick me little one,"demanded Elsa and she smeared her pussy over Nevadas lips. The smell of the woman's pussy was enticing and Nevada felt her resistance begin to crumble even as she felt Nefertari's intense gaze locked onto her. Nevada had just begun to slowly open her mouth and extend her tongue to take her first lick of a pussy when there came the sound of a thump fromdown below in the warehouse. "Damn, that is probably one of those other morons," hissed Elsa and she quickly got down from the chair and began to dress. "I see no sense in gagging you. If you call out, I am sure they will enjoy the offering I leave them." Gathering up one of the file folders from the desk, the blonde slipped out the office door and left Nevada and Nefertari alone in the dark after turning off the office lights. As soon as Elsa was gone, Nevada and Nefertari set to work frantically on their bonds and their efforts intensified when they heard the sound of footsteps on the metal stairs leading to the office. They were still struggling to get free when the office door opened and a flashlight beam played across them. It panned over their faces and their exposed breasts for several seconds before it flipped off and the office lights came on to reveal a smiling Lex. "Did you find them yet Lex?" asked a concerned Arizona over the wristband communicator Lex was wearing. Unable to reply verbally, Lex tapped the mic once which was apparently the signal for "Yes." "Are they naked?" asked Arizona and Nevada swore she could hear the grin in her brother's voice. Lex tapped the mic once, paused and then tapped it twice. "How can it be both yes and no?" demanded an aggrieved Arizona. Then after a moment's thought, "oh, they are topless!" Lex tapped the communicator once in agreement. "Damn, you win the bet. I'll buy the pizza on the way home." The End