The Perverter: Target #1 Flag Girl By DeannaTroi This story 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 over. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Dragon Queen, Nightmare Witch and The Geek are characters created by Mr. X and used with his permission. All other characters in this story are my own creation. You can send all feedback to: Troi @ Hotmail.com * * * Prax the Perverter walked into the noisy Melons night club and drew in a deep breath of air. Ahhhh, he could smell the potential sex in the room. It was always such a pleasure to visit Delta City, though by no means was it his only favourite. There was of course Las Vegas which even billed itself as Sin City. They said what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas, but the Perverter was often the one who made it happen in the first place. There was New York, the big Apple, which had so many worms crawling through it that there was hardly any fruit left. There was London where the façade of respectability was barely skin deep and also loved to display that skin on page three. There was Paris, the City of Lights which had practically invented many of the world's best perversions with a sneer on its collective face. There was Tokyo which ran like clockwork while dark, forbidden perversions lurked behind every innocent cartoon. There was New Orleans and Mardi Bras where simple beads could get you a glimpse of the most heavenly globes. There was Los Angeles, the city of angels and the winner for most inappropriate city name as everyone in Hollywood knew all too well. There was Washington, where he had spent much of his time recently. Washington, a city with scandals and affairs lurking behind every closed door. Still, there was something special and unique about Delta City. What was it again? Oh yes, all those huge breasted bimbos who called themselves superheroines. and ran around in the most impractical skimpy costumes. "What can I do for you sweetie?" asked a woman with dirty blonde hair, and dressed in a low cut waitress's outfit as she looked down at him where he sat at one of the small round tables. The Perverter looked at her ample cleavage and then the name tag pinned to her dress and smiled. "Well, for starters Cassie, you can crawl under the table and suck my cock. After I cum in your mouth, then you can bring me a beer." The waitress had worked in this bar for several years now and the man's suggestion wasn't even nearly the crudest she had heard. Normally, she would just have smiled and gone for the beer with a wiggle of her ass to ensure a good tip, but instead she found herself dropping to her knees and crawling under the table. A part of her mind was still asking what the hell she was doing when her hands which most certainly knew what they were doing undid the man's pants and pulled his large, throbbing cock into view. Cassie ran her tongue over her lips and then opened her mouth wide and engulfed the hard cock with her mouth. She could taste the precum on her tongue and she began to work her mouth further down the thick shaft. She could hear the hum of the room all around her and dully wondered if anyone had noticed her slipping under the table, or what she was doing. It should worry her, but she couldn't find the space in her mind for such trivial things at the moment. It was a lot more important to cram every last wonderful inch of this cock down her throat and to make it cum. A few minutes later after much effort with her lips and tongue, it did exactly that and Cassie felt a warm, thick blast of cum jetting down her throat into her stomach. The flow went on for quite a while before it finally ceased. A smiling Cassie crawled out from under the table, wiped her lips absently with the back of her hand and went to get the customer the beer he had ordered as if nothing unusual had happened. * * * Lydia Willis, aka Flag Girl, furiously pressed the buttons on her game controller and stared intently at the computer screen. She had, of course, the ultimate gaming machine thanks to hours of whining at her guardian Brenda Wade who had finally given in and bought it for her just to shut her up. She had even managed to score one of those hot new video cards that cost two grand and were so hard to get thanks to bit coin miners through Brenda's connections in the business world. As a result, she was killing it in the game, much to the annoyance of her friend Summer Morgan. "It's not fair," pouted Summer through the audio chat channel from her own room in Morgan Manor. "I can't compete with your new video card, this piece of crap that mom bought me is three months old!" "Ask her to buy you a new one like Brenda did for me," replied Lydia as she swung her virtual sword and decapitated another zombie. "I'm sure Brenda can hook her up with a source." "I tried that," wailed Summer, "but she gave me some crap about my spending too much money last month on clothes. I mean how bullshit is that? That dress I got for your party only cost four thousand." "Is that the one you ripped off when you got drunk and threw over the railing at the hotel to get the attention of that cute guy who was getting out of the Porsche?" asked Lydia as she disembowelled two more zombies. "Yeah, I guess it was," replied Summer with a brief smile at the memory of the startled look on the man's face as he looked up at her standing there in just her panties and flashing her large, young boobs at him. "Oh fuck!" This latter exclamation came as a result of her on screen character being just a little too slow and going down under the weight of half a dozen zombies. Despite Summer's frantic pressing of buttons, her very life like avatar was doomed now. She watched helplessly as her screen self had her clothes ripped off and zombie cocks shoved into all her holes. ‘The Attack of the Sex Crazed Zombies' was the latest hot video game among a certain crowd. The game started by using a camera to make a detailed scan of the face and body of the player so it could be superimposed over one of the game characters. That meant the screen avatar for Summer looked exactly like her, down to her long blonde hair, DD boobs and even her well trimmed patch of pubic hair …. The picture having been taken when she was naked of course. The zombies in this game weren't into eating brains, instead they raped the hell out of a defeated opponent and when they came in the avatar, the player would become a zombie for a period of time that corresponded with how much cum the zombies could dump into you. "Hah!" laughed Lydia as she watched the avatar of her friend being gang fucked in HD detail. "It looks like you are going to be among the undead for a long time by the way those guys are going at you." Even as she said this, Lydia saw the first zombie unload a massive load of greenish white cum into Summer's avatar. The thick zombie jizz poured out the corners of the character's mouth and pooled on the heaving breasts. Lydia felt a tickle in her pussy as she saw her best friend getting hammered by the zombie cocks until they blasted several more loads into her. "Lydia, it's Brenda! Open up in there!" came a voice through Lydia's bedroom door, accompanied by a hand banging on it. Lydia hurriedly did an ALT TAB to switch her computer to a game of Solitaire and yelled, "come in, it's not locked!" Brenda Wade strode into the room and stood glaring down at her ward who slid a black jack on top of a red queen and then smiled up innocently. "What's up Brenda? You look like your panties are in a real knot." "I don't see why you needed that two thousand dollar video card to play solitaire," Brenda snapped and then thrust out a hand with a sheaf of papers. "Forget the computer for the moment though, this is what I came to talk to you about." Lydia felt her heart stop for a moment since she had already recognized her Geography midterm exam, but quickly decided a strong offence was her best defence. "That was in my backpack!" she half shouted. "You went prying through my backpack and violated my privacy!" "You left your stinking backpack on the coffee table in the video room," countered Brenda, "and when I say stinking I mean nose twitching horrible. I only went into your backpack so I could wash your smelly gym clothes and this test fell out." That was at least partially true, thought Brenda, though it had taken a bit of shaking on her part to make it accidently fall out after she had removed the gym clothes from on top of it. "You got a 37 on your Geography midterm. You are obviously spending too much time on video games and sidekicking to the detriment of your school work." "That's not true," protested Lydia. "That test had a bunch of trick questions." "Really?" replied Brenda as she held the paper up to eye level to read from it. "Hmmm, let's see what questions you got wrong then shall we? Here is one. ‘How many states are there in the USA?'. You answered 51. How is that a trick question?" "I thought I read something on Twitter about Canada now being a state," replied Lydia sulkily. Brenda rolled her eyes. "Oh, here is another one you got wrong. ‘What is the capital of the United States?'. Your answer was and I quote ‘That place where they have the funky eight sided building. I think it is where they used to throw the Christians to the lions or something like that." "I got part marks for that one," protested Lydia. "Yes, I saw that," snapped Brenda. "I assume Professor Workman needed a laugh or maybe remembered I donated ten million dollars to the school last year." "I will make it up on the final," replied Lydia sulkily. "You had better," agreed Brenda, "and to make sure you have more time to study, I will go out patrolling alone tonight. When I come back, I expect to see that you have found the correct answers for all the questions you got wrong and I will be quizzing you on them. If you don't get 100%, the next thing that goes is your computer and video games. Is that understood." "Yes ma'am," muttered Lydia. "I didn't hear you," snapped Brenda. "I said yes ma'am," retorted Lydia in a louder voice as she glared at her guardian. "Good," replied Brenda as she dropped the test on Lydia's lap and stormed out of the room. "Sieg Heil bitch," said Lydia, but not too loudly so that Brenda's retreating form heard her. Then with a start, the pig tailed blonde teen remembered her interrupted video game and ALT TABed back to the zombies. "Fuck!" she said with feeling. She had forgot to pause the game in her panic at Brenda's sudden appearance and the zombies had caught up with her. Actually, it had only been one zombie, that of her best friend Summer Morgan. The game rules said that if your character was turned into a zombie, you could return to normal by raping another character. Summer had taken advantage of Lydia's distraction with Brenda to jump her, rip her clothes off and shove her pussy onto Lydia's mouth. Lydia was just in time to see her friend's avatar climax and squirt a load of her zombie pussy juices all over Lydia's avatar's face while squeezing her friend's large boobs roughly. "Now who's a zombie," snickered Summer over the audio channel. "That wasn't fair," yelled Lydia. "You knew I was talking to Brenda and not able to look after my character in the game." "Can't hear you," snickered Summer. "I have to go now and get changed. Spectre Girl is going out to fight crime tonight with Green Spectre. Have fun studying Geography!" Summer heard a faint inarticulate cry of rage from her headset as she signed off and headed for her closet. * * * The Geek gave a loud moan of pleasure and gave his cock one last stroke before it erupted and shot a jet of cum over the two blonde figures on his huge computer screen. Cum dripped down the face of the blonde zombie who had been grinding her pussy into the pig tailed blonde under her. With a sigh, the Geek stuffed his dick back into his pants once he had finished shooting his load and gestured for one of his robots to clean up the mess. The hapless robot stared at the sticky mess and frantically consulted the three laws of robotics to see if it could find a reason not to perform this disgusting task, but finally after a mechanical sigh, it decided there was no option but to obey. It picked up a damp cloth and gingerly began to wipe the spunk from the screen while searching its databanks about the precedents of non humans forming a union. For his part, The Geek was in gloat heaven over the success of his newly release video game. The trusting fools didn't realize that all the data and every image was being sent back to his control server. There were now too many players for him to watch them all, but the AI he had programmed into the back end selected the most delectable women to enjoy. If they got too good at the game, he could even use his backdoors to make sure they lost and then watch them getting gang banged. It was all even legal, or at least close enough to it for a plausible defence if required. Everything was spelled out in the EULA that no one bothered to read and just clicked the ‘Accept' button. * * * The Perverter sipped on his beer and let his mind roam outwards over the city. He could sense many changes since the last time he had visited Delta City. Of course, no one ever remembered him since that was part of his power. He could talk, cajole and persuade women to do any perverted sexual act with the power of his voice, but they would only remember the shame of performing the act and not his role in it. Eventually, even the details of the act would fade from the minds of the person who did them and those who watch, leaving behind only a memory of shame and humiliation. Even now the waitress who had given him the blowjob was starting to forget what she had done as she stood by the bar and the female bartender raged at her for her disgusting and wanton behaviour. The Perverter could sense many new heroines around the city since his last visit and that made him smile in anticipation of pleasures to come. There was the whip wielder and her dark skinned lover. There was a bevy of succulent lovelies at that magic school. He could sense the one with the blue hair and the one who swam with dolphins. Oh my, that offered some delightful possibilities. There were also some things that puzzled his senses and brought a small frown to his lips. When he reached out towards the underground place where the mechanism was located, there seemed to be a shield of some sort around it that he couldn't penetrate. He would have to investigate that carefully. There was also another being that his senses were having difficulty isolating. It had a hint of the Aphrodite whores about it, but there was also a blackness, a void that actually tried to suck at him and pull him in. That was most unusual and somewhat alarming as there were few powers in this world or other worlds that would dare to confront him. He also tasted a demonic taint all over the city. This was hardly surprising in that a place like Delta City naturally attracted demons like piranha to the sounds of flailing swimmers, but it was more pervasive than normal. Some of it was in the past, but some of it lingered on and he could sense the energies of temporal and inter dimensional activity mingled with it. It was all very interesting and suggested that perhaps he should be somewhat cautious until he could understand all that had happened and was happening,. "Hello Brother," said a smooth voice from a figure who had stopped in front of Prax's table. Prax stifled the instinct to groan when he heard that voice and the greeting that could come from only one being in the whole damn multiverse. "Hello Bob," he said. "I didn't know you were in town too." "I figured as much, or you probably wouldn't be here," said the nondescript man who slid out a chair and sat down opposite Prax without waiting for an invitation. "We both know how deep our brotherly love goes don't we?" "At least an atom or two," agreed Prax as he regarded his brother with a less than fond regard. The two of them shared a common interest when it came to sex, but that was about all they shared. Prax enjoyed the subtle manipulation, corruption and perversion of his targets, while Bob was often more into the murder and mayhem side of things. The problem with that from Prax's point of view was you couldn't have sex with someone you just killed. Ok, some people did exactly that, but Bob liked to turn people into little tiny bloody bits and that tended to make any meaningful sex a real challenge. "So, what are your plans while you are in Delta City?" inquired Bob as he waved at the bartender to indicate he wanted service. Prax shrugged. "I just got into town and I am just getting a feel for the lay of the land. It seems that there have been some significant developments since the last time I was here." Cassie had started towards the table when Bob waved his hand, but the bartender had angrily grabbed her arm and thrust her behind the bar before coming over to the table herself to take the order. The woman was Asian, possibly Korean thought Prax. It wasn't true that he thought all human females looked alike since he definitely had some preferences as to shape when it came to women, but as long as they met his basic requirements, he didn't worry about insignificant details. "What would you gentlemen like?" asked the woman whose name tag declared her to be Roxanne. Bob looked at Prax and quirked an eyebrow. Prax sighed. He might as well indulge his brother, so he smiled at Roxanne and said in a suggestive voice, "Two beer, but first my brother needs your mouth on his cock." "Yes, of course," replied Roxanne who for a brief moment had a look of confusion speed across her face before getting on her knees and crawling under the table. There was the sound of a zipper being pulled down which was hidden from most people in the room by the blaring of the music, but quite audible to Prax. He glanced over at the bar where Cassie stood gaping open mouthed at the sight of the woman who had just been giving her the gears for what she had done, now doing exactly the same thing. "I see you still have the touch," smirked Bob as he patted Roxanne on the top of her head and spread his legs wider to allow her better access to his cock. He felt her tongue gliding over the underside as the woman's mouth sank deeper and deeper onto his shaft. "I am sensing a lot of demonic activity around here," said Prax as he fished for more information. "Past, present and future. Care to fill me in on that?" Before replying, Bob grabbed Roxanne's head and pulled it all the way down onto his throbbing penis. He felt it slide into her throat and heard her gag and choke on it, but he kept her there with inhumanly strong hands. "Oh, just some of the usual suspects," he finally said. Many people thought that he and Prax were demons themselves, a view he found terribly insulting. He was an imp and if people couldn't tell the difference, then he was going to damn well rip their eyes out and feed them back to their owner since they obviously were too stupid to use them properly. "Some of the morons tried to invade the place a while back. I think they still are trying from all the temporal energy that has been floating around the place." "Yeah, I sensed that too," agreed Prax. "Oh well, if they don't bother me, I won't bother them. I just intend to have a good time and then move on in a month or two. I haven't been to the topless beaches in Rio in a while." Bob gave a grunt and then began to pump a couple of liters of cum into the human whore whose face was stuck on his cock. When he finally finished cumming, he let go of her head and watched with amusement as she stumbled to her feet and staggered back towards the bar to get their beers. There was a smug ‘I told you so' look on Cassie's face as she greeted the other woman. * * * The glowing ball of energy that was Guardian glowed brighter for a moment before settling back to a more normal radiant level then began to pulse and change colour, first in hues of blue and green and then pinks and reds. Guardian was alarmed, if a composite being of pure energy could feel such a thing. It had blocked the probe that had been sent to take control of the reboot mechanism, but it had been a near thing. It had never encountered such a power before, but then again it was still relatively new and inexperienced. It searched the memories of the beings that composed it and found a tentative identity for the being in those memories. It was a being that had visited Delta City years ago. It had not seemed interested in the mechanism at that time, but maybe something had changed. The mechanism in the possession of such a being was a danger to reality itself and Guardian considered what it could do. A tendril of its consciousness was extended towards a certain fortress in Limbo and found it empty. That tendril returned to Guardian and its concern grew even more. * * * There was one other quality that the Perverter shared with his brother besides an inordinate love of sex and that was the ability to appear to others in any form of its choosing. The form the Perverter had chosen tonight was that of a human female in her early twenties. She was best described as the stereotype of "mousy" with dark hair done up in a bun and thick, black rimmed glasses. She wore a rather prudish outfit of a white blouse buttoned all the way up and a navy blue skirt that hung down below her knees. She wore sensible black walking shoes and carried a clipboard. The only thing remarkable about the chosen form was the size of her breasts which strained against the prim white blouse. Prax was standing just down the street from Wade Manor and watched the Ms. Americana mobile roar past with only the heroine at the wheel and sans sidekick. That was perfect as he knew the Queen of Justice would be out on patrol for several hours which would give him all the time he required to manipulate her sidekick's luscious body. The Perverter didn't care about secret identities. With his power, they were totally transparent to him, so it didn't matter to him whether his target was Flag Girl or her alter ego of Lydia Willis. The young blonde sidekick would be a good place to start in feeling out the changed landscape of Delta City. Adjusting her glasses on her nose, Prax crossed the street and pressed the intercom button by the gates to Wade Manor. "Who is it?" asked Lydia a few seconds later. "My name is Pam," replied the Perverter as it looked innocently into the security camera which had activated and focused on her face. "I am a grad student in Psychology at Delta City University. On your enrollment papers, you indicated you were interested in participating in a survey we were conducting among new students." "I did?" replied Lydia who had to admit to herself that she hadn't paid much attention to the stack of forms that she had to submit when registering. "Yes, you did," replied Pam. "I'm sorry to bother you and if you have changed your mind about participating that is perfectly within your rights." "No, it's ok," responded Lydia. "I um just had forgot about that study is all. Come on in," and she pressed the button to open the gates. Making sure to keep her features harmless looking, Pam walked up the driveway to the main door of Wade Manor where Lydia stood waiting for her. * * * Standing deep in shadows, Bob watched Prax, now Pam, walk through the gates of Wade Manor and smiled. He had also seen Ms. Americana drive by and he was content to let his weakling of a brother have fun with the sidekick, tonight he would concentrate his attention on her mentor. Unlike the super villains of Delta City, he had absolutely no interest in the secret identities of the heroines or trying to exploit them for profit. He could create a mountain of gold with a snap of his fingers and maybe one day he would do exactly that just to see the havoc that would create on the stock market. No, forget about money and riches, all he wanted was fun and that meant sex and violence, or preferably both. Ms. Americana would be more vulnerable without her blonde twit of a sidekick to watch her back and he also had sensed the turmoil in the heroine's mind over her fight with her ward which would also make her easier prey. Bob smiled again, snapped his fingers and vanished. He had some preparations to make for this evening's entertainment. * * * "I really don't remember signing up for this survey," said Lydia, "but talking to someone about just about anything sounds a lot more fun than studying Geography. I mean who really cares that Florida is on the West Coast. All that really matters is that it has Disney World right?" "Oh, I am sorry to intrude on your studying," said Pam in a concerned voice as she followed Lydia into what seemed to be a media room while not staring too overtly at her full rounded ass. "The survey won't take very long." "No worries," replied Lydia. "Brenda is out for the evening, so she won't be bugging us. Do you want a beer?" Prax doubted the blonde was of legal drinking age and that boded well for corrupting the little bitch. She was already halfway there from the looks of things. "Er, no thanks," he replied in Pam's hesitant voice. "I am working, but a glass of water would be nice." It would also give him another good look at that sweet little ass of hers. "Sure thing," replied Lydia and exited the room totally unaware of the hungry eyes that fastened on her ass as she swayed off to the kitchen. Lydia returned a minute later with a beer for herself and the glass of water that she handed to Pam. "So, what is this survey all about?" she asked sitting down on the sofa next to what she saw as another woman and totally harmless which was rather silly considering her experiences with women like Dragon Queen and Nightmare Witch. "It is on attitudes towards sex," said Pam sipping at the glass of water and watching Lydia as she gasped, spat out a mouthful of beer and sat there coughing. "I, I don't know if I am ready to do a survey on sex," said Lydia finally when her coughing subsided. "Oh, everything you tell me is strictly confidential," Pam assured the blonde. "Your name will not be attached to anything. We are only reporting things like what percentage of people said a particular thing." "Oh, well then I suppose it will be ok," replied a flustered looking Lydia. "What's the first question?" she asked as she took another sip of her beer. "Are you a virgin?" asked Pam and then she had to hide her smile as she saw a repeat of the gasp and subsequent choking as the beer went down the wrong way. "Do I have to answer that question?" spluttered Lydia. "You don't have to answer any question you don't want to if they make you feel ashamed or something like that," Pam assured her "It's not that I'm ashamed," replied Lydia blushing. "I mean sex is a perfectly normal part of being human right?" "Of course it is," replied Pam soothingly, but kept looking at Lydia with her pen poised above her clipboard. Lydia sighed and Pam couldn't help but appreciate what that gesture did for the large mounds so tightly contained in the blonde's skimpy top. "Ok, I'm not a virgin." Pam made a note and then looked back up at Lydia. "Can you briefly describe the circumstances under which you lost your virginity?" Lydia gaped at her, opened her mouth, shut it and tried to think. It wasn't like she could tell this woman that she had been raped by The Geek in her alter ego of Flag Girl. "Um nothing special," she finally said. "It was just a boy I sort of knew who didn't want to take no for an answer." "Oh, I am so sorry to hear about that," replied Pam who was busy writing. "How big was his cock?" "Oh it was about …," Lydia broke off and glared at the woman. "Is that a proper kind of question to be asking in a survey?" Pam looked up again. "I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable," and for a fleeting moment there was the trace of a smile at the double meaning of that comment, "but in the interests of science, it is important to gather as much information as possible." Behind Pam's eyes, Prax found it instructive that Lydia had objected to the nature of the question and hadn't even commented on the crude and certainly less than professional word choice that had been used. Lydia blushed deeper red and mumbled something. "I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch that," said Pam. "I said it was about twelve fucking inches!" snapped Lydia. "I see," replied Pam as she made another careful note. "How is it that you can be so accurate at estimating the length of a penis? Do you have much experience with doing that?" Once again, Lydia wasn't sure what to say. As Flag Girl, she had unfortunately had way too much experience in judging the length of cocks. Cocks which had subsequently tended to violate all of her holes. "Er, maybe it just seemed that big," she finally said a bit lamely. "Very interesting," murmured Pam. "Next question. What is your sexual orientation?" "Um, I'm not really sure," wailed Lydia. "How does one tell anyway?" "You can perform a little thought experiment," replied Pam. "First, imagine a large erect cock." "Cut or uncut?" interrupted Lydia as she closed her eyes in order to concentrate better. "Whichever you prefer," said Pam with a smirk that Lydia couldn't see. "It is fully erect, a large glob of clear precum oozing out of the slit. There are a pair of large balls …," "Um, how large?" broke in Lydia as she felt a small trickle of wetness between her legs. "As large as you like," returned Pam. "They are full of cum. The cock is inches from your face now, pointing straight at you." "Yesss," moaned Lydia whose mouth had unconsciously opened in anticipation. "If you find that stimulating, then you are attracted to men," said Pam. "Now blank your mind and prepare for the second part of the thought experiment." When Lydia didn't reply, but just sat there drooling and running her tongue over her lips, Pam reached out and gently shook her shoulder. "Hmm, what?" asked a sluggish sounding Lydia. "For the second part of the experiment, picture a large pair of breasts," instructed Pam. "Make them as large as you want," she added hurriedly, anticipating the blonde's question. "Large, round boobs with huge areoles and thumb sized erect nipples." Lydia obediently did as she was told. Out of loyalty to her guardian, she found herself picturing Brenda's tits. She had certainly seen them often enough, not so much around the mansion, but almost every time when they went out crimefighting and were attacked and stripped of their costumes. All the villains just loved to watch those babies bounce and jiggle and Lydia had to admit that they gave her a little thrill as well. Between her legs, the blonde felt the trickle turn into a river. "Now, which image turned you on the most?" asked Pam. "Both," whispered Lydia plaintively. "That indicates you are a bisexual slut," said Pam. Lydia didn't respond to the slur, but only hung her head and nodded in agreement. Prax smiled to himself behind Pam's innocent demeanor. With his powers of persuasion, he could lure saints into his bed in a matter of seconds, but it was so much more fun to prolong the engagement and lead his target to her inevitable fate slowly. "Are you certain you are attracted to women?" Pam asked and placed a hand on Lydia's knee. * * * Ms. Americana cruised through the dark streets of Delta City on autopilot. She was starting to have some second thoughts about the whole sidekick thing. Did she have the right to continually endanger Lydia by taking her along on her crimefighting adventures? If she was being honest with herself, there were too many times where things had gone wrong and they had both ended up getting raped or sold into slavery or prostitution. For reasons, she didn't understand, the details of many of those experiences were vague and she wasn't quite sure how she had gotten out of some of the predicaments she had found herself in. It must just be her mental resilience helping to shield her from things it was better to forget. Brenda was also not sure that she was doing such a great job in mentoring Lydia's growth and development outside of the whole superheroine arena. The girl spent too much time playing video games, chatting on social media and shopping for clothes while her schoolwork suffered. She hadn't been like that when she was a teenager, she was sure of that. Of course, things had been different back then. There had been no Twitter or Facebook, heck they hadn't even had iPhones! She didn't think it would have mattered though, since she had been so driven by the death of her beloved father General Wade, to succeed and make him proud. Lydia didn't have that kind of motivation and Brenda felt she was failing the girl by not being able to provide the inspiration Lydia so obviously needed. Suddenly, Ms. Americana was jolted out of her reverie by the sight of a young man in a ripped shirt and bleeding from numerous cuts who was desperately waving his arms to flag her down. The Ms. Americana mobile screeched to a halt and the young man hurried over as Ms. Americana lowered her window. "You've got to save her!" the man yelled as he stood there trembling and bleeding. "Save who?" demanded Ms. Americana as she looked wildly around the dark street, trying to find the source of the man's terror. "My, my girlfriend Freda," cried the man, wiping blood out of his eyes. "We went to a movie and on the way home, we took a shortcut, but the car broke down. We went into a bar to use a phone since we couldn't get a cell signal for some reason. There were a bunch of bikers in there and they started to hassle us. I tried to fight them, but there were too many for one person. I think I got knocked out because I woke up lying on the street. I wandered around some looking for a police car and then I saw you." "What's the name of this bar? Asked Ms. Americana. "I, um, think it started with a C," said the man looking confused and uncertain. "I got a few hits in the head and I am kind of woozy. I saw the name and it made me think of baseball for some reason, like maybe it was a sports bar and it was safe to go inside. Casey's" he fairly shouted. "It was Casey's like the poem." "Never heard of the poem," but I know the bar" said Ms. Americana. "It's only a few blocks from here. Quick get in and then I will rescue your girlfriend." "Oh thank-you," cried the man as he stumbled around the front of the car and got into the front passenger seat where normally Flag Girl would be sitting. Ms. Americana didn't even give him time to do up his seatbelt before she roared away, heading for the bar. Behind the bar in the business that bore his name, Casey carefully cleaned the glasses, one after the other. He should be happy as the place was packed and the booze was flowing freely which meant money in his pockets, but he just didn't feel much like celebrating. He had been expecting a fairly quiet night, what with all the members of the Devils Horns gang in jail after being fished out of the drink. [Author's Note" See Tales From Delta City #20: Biker Chick for more details] Casey had been a little wild in his younger days and hadn't minded much at first when the Devils Horns had adopted his bar as their unofficial hangout. They busted up some furniture now and then, but they drank enough beer, whiskey and anything else remotely containing alcohol in such quantity that business had been good. That was then. Maybe he was just getting old, but Casey had seen enough of their casual violence towards each other and even worse how they treated the women who hung around them for reasons he couldn't begin to understand. Anyway, when he had heard about them all ending up in jail, Casey hadn't shed any tears, but someone had bailed them out and the gang was celebrating exuberantly to say the least. Casey glanced out the window and saw a flashy, red, white and blue car screech to a halt outside the bar. Oh crap, he recognized that car and the woman dressed in a skimpy bikini that matched the car's colours get out and head for the bar door. Casey suspected more furniture was about to get broken. Ms. Americana slammed open the bar door, almost taking it off the hinges. She stopped just inside and rested her hands on her hips and glared at the two dozen or so bikers who were laughing and whooping it up so hard that along with the loud music at first they didn't even notice her entrance which only made the heroine angrier. After a few seconds of being ignored, Ms. Americana stalked over to the table with the blaring boom box and smashed it with one gloved hand. That got their attention. "Miscreants, you will answer to the Queen of Justice," she declared into the sudden silence as she resumed her hands on hips pose. "What the fuck are you going on about bitch?" asked Torpedo. "We just got out of jail and haven't done anything. We just want to party and you can join us if you like, but you need to show us your big tits first." That got laughter and nods of agreement from the rest of the bikers and a scowl from Ms. Americana. "I don't know why they were stupid enough to let you scum out of jail, but I am going to send you right back there. I demand you release the girl you abducted." "What girl?" asked a genuinely puzzled Brutus. "The only girls here are the bitches that normally hang out with us." "I don't have the time or the patience for your lies," cried Ms. Americana as she reached down and grabbed Brutus by his collar and lifted him up into the air with his feet dangling off the ground. "Where is the girl?" "Go fuck yourself Ameritits," snarled Brutus. "You've got no call to hassle us since we didn't do anything." "Is that so?" sneered the heroine. "I don't see anything that is going to stop me from taking you apart until you tell me where the girl is." Fueled by the strength given to her by her golden power belt, Ms. Americana was quite confident in her ability to handle these mere men. She was a superior woman and she wasn't in a good mood after her confrontation with Lydia over that stupid Geography test. What she hadn't reckoned on was the "terrified" man who had flagged her down. She had left him in the Ms. Americana mobile where he would be safe, but as soon as she had stormed into the bar, the man's appearance had changed. He now looked like any other member of the biker gang, meaning large, muscled, dressed in leather and with various obscene tattoos covering every available inch of exposed skin. Afterwards, though, none of the Devils Horns members could recall what is name was. The point at the moment though was that he was standing right behind a totally unaware Ms. Americana. "How about we see how tough you are without that belt?" asked the man as he reached around Ms. Americana's waist and undid it. "Great justice, what have you done?" cried the stunned heroine as she looked down at her waist where the belt had been with a stunned look on her face. She also suddenly found it much harder to continue holding the two hundred pound Brutus in the air as she had been doing. Brutus took care of that little problem for the heroine by kicking her hard in the stomach with a booted foot. Ms. Americana gave a loud "oof" as the air was knocked from her lungs and she dropped the biker. When she straightened up, the heroine found herself in the center of a circle comprised of angry looking bikers. "I think we need to teach you a lesson for hassling us for no reason," said Torpedo as his hand shot out and ripped off Ms. Americana's bikini top. The heroine's large 38G boobs came spilling out and she desperately tried to cover them with her hands. "Give me that back!" she demanded as Torpedo held his prize above his head and the other bikers cheered and hooted at the sight of the most famous set of boobs in the city. "You can have it if you can reach it," taunted Torpedo as he held the top high over Ms. Americana's head, giving her the unpalatable choices of doing nothing or uncovering her breasts in a jiggling attempt to reach the dangling garment. She was still considering the problem when a worse one was inflicted on her as grasping hands from behind her ripped away her bottoms. "Mmmm, a nice landing strip you have there," laughed torpedo, "and I know exactly what I plan to land there." "Bastard!" snarled Ms. Americana and aimed a kick at him, but he managed to dodge and then half a dozen burly bikers jumped on the surrounded heroine and bore her to the floor. Arms restrained and pinned the struggling heroine and she looked up to see Torpedo looming over her with his cock now freed from his pants and rock hard. Bending down, he grabbed two handfuls of boob and gave them a rough squeeze before carefully positioning his cock and slamming it into the dark haired heroines pussy. "Bastard!" repeated Ms. Americana and she was about to further elaborate on her opinion of the biker with the shaved head when her words were cut short by brutus's cock being slammed into her mouth and down her throat. * * * Lydia looked down at the hand uncertainly. "I, I think so," she managed in a halting voice. Pam smiled and began walking her fingers up Lydia's leg until it reached the hem of the short skirt and there it paused. Pam continued to stare into Lydia's eyes and when the girl made no protest, but just sat there trembling slightly, she moved her hand under the garment and brushed lightly over the front of the blonde's panties. "You do seem to be getting wet," observed Pam as she continued to stroke Lydia's pussy through the silken fabric. "You have been with another woman before?" she pressed. Lydia hesitated as she remembered the numerous times where she had been forced into lesbian sex with villains and many of her fellow heroines including Brenda. "It, it's complicated," she finally got out. "I bet it is," whispered Pam as she leaned in and kissed Lydia on the mouth while continuing to gently stroke her panty covered snatch. When she felt the blonde's mouth open, Prax knew he had her. Pam made it a double attack. As her tongue invaded Lydia's mouth, her hand slid into the teen's panties, found her now dripping pussy and slipped a finger inside. Her dual probes met no resistance and the kiss intensified while Pam slipped a second finger into the moist slit and began to pump them in and out. "Don't stop," begged Lydia after a few minutes when Pam abruptly stopped and sat back. "If you want it, then you need to get naked for me," replied Pam. "I want to see every bit of that hot little body of yours." Lydia nodded and couldn't shuck her clothes fast enough. While the blonde stripped, Pam unbuttoned and removed her own blouse so that when the kiss resumed, the two large sets of young breasts pressed firmly into each other. After a few minutes of this, Pam pushed Lydia down onto her back on the sofa and only paused long enough to remove the rest of her own clothes before crawling on top of the blonde girl to resume the kiss once more while beginning to seriously grind her breasts and pussy into the girl under her. "Oh fuck, I am going to cum," moaned Lydia as she rubbed her clit against that of the dark haired girl. "Mmmm, that's it my little slut, cum for me," encouraged Pam and was rewarded moments later when she felt the blonde's body tremble under her and a squirt of liquid on her still grinding pussy. "Oh goddess, that was fantastic," whispered Lydia looking up into Pam's eyes as she slowly came down from her orgasm. "Do you still like cock though?" asked Pam teasingly staring down into the blonde's lust filled eyes. "Does the thought of a hard cock still get you excited?" Lydia closed her eyes for a moment, recalling her previous image and then nodded her head. "Yes, this was fantastic, but I still want cock," she said. "Then you shall have cock," laughed Pam and the Perverter's body began to change until it was the same masculine body that had met with Bob in the bar. Suddenly a very large and very hard cock was rubbing against Lydia's stomach. Lydia opened her mouth to ask, what the hell was going on, but her questions were stopped stillborn by Prax's mouth closing on her own. Prax shifted position slightly and grasping his cock with one hand quickly positioned it against the girl's netherlips. They parted easily and the thick shaft slowly sunk into the teen while Prax continued to kiss her. "Can you tell me how big my cock is?" Prax asked teasingly. "Big enough," moaned Lydia as she felt the massive rod slide into her inch by inch until its full length was swallowed up. The feeling of being stretched and filled made things like where this man had come from irrelevant at the moment. All the blonde knew was how good it felt to be so filled up and how much better still it felt when Prax began to pump his cock back and forth inside her. "Do you like being fucked by my cock?" asked Prax as he paused in his thrusting for a moment. "Oh fuck yes," gasped Lydia. "Please don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me hard." "That is music to my ears," replied Prax as he continued his thrusting and now began to pick up the pace as well as going deeper into the teen's soft, velvet lined depths. "I think I will baptize my little slut with my cum,"said Prax a few minutes later s he felt his balls tremble with impending release. Pulling out, Prax straddled Lydia's stomach and gave his cock a few final strokes. It erupted and began to spew thick, hot cum over Lydia's adoring face and breasts. One thick rope of cum hit the blonde between the eyes and continued down over her nose and across her lips before petering out. "You are mine now," pronounced Prax as he looked down at Lydia. "Sleep now. You will not remember the details of what we did tonight, but you will awaken to discover my seed on your body and wonder. You will be my slut that I can claim anytime in the future that I want." Lydia's lust addled brain couldn't understand what was being said and heard only a sensuous patter of speech. Her eyes felt heavy with sleep and she slumped back on the sofa, naked and covered in the thick cum. In just a few seconds she was asleep and totally unaware of Prax leaving. * * * "Wake up miss," said a male voice that finally registered on Ms. Americana after a few repetitions. "They are all passed out from the booze and the er sex." Ms. Americana opened her baby blues to see the bartender leaning over her with a surprising look of concern on his face. "Oh goddess, I feel so weak," she muttered as she took the man's offered hand and got unsteadily to her feet. "I think that's because they have been gang banging you for several hours," said Casey. "I think if it wasn't for you being an Aphrodite and all that you wouldn't be alive." "Why the hell didn't you call the police??" demanded Ms. Americana. "Because I wanted to stay alive and I doubt they would have come this deep into Sugartown," replied Casey. "Good points," conceded Ms. Americana. "Have you seen my costume?" she asked as she looked down at her body, realizing she was still naked except for her mask and boots as well as covered in a thick layer of drying cum. "I don't see it around ma'am," said Casey, "but I did find this," and he offered the heroine her golden power belt. Ms. Americana snatched at the belt and wrapped it around her waist. It didn't provide much in the way of modesty, but she still felt a lot better for having it. "Thanks for your help," she remembered to say as she headed for the door. There was no sign of the man who had flagged her down and for the first time she realized she had been set up and vowed to find the man and make him pay. Bob stood across the street, now looking like the nondescript brown haired, white male he tended to choose when not wanting to stand out or be noticed. He smirked as he watched the naked heroine slip behind the wheel of her car and drive off. It had been a very good night as he had gotten to sample all three of her holes along with the bikers. When Ms. Americana arrived home, she climbed wearily up the stairs from the secret basement garage to the main floor and saw Lydia still passed out on the sofa covered in cum. Brenda looked down at her similarly sticky body and sighed. "Wake up and go have a shower," she told her ward after shaking her gently awake. Lydia's eyes flashed open, taking in first her own naked body and then that of her mentor. "Um, I can explain," she began. "I think it can wait until after you get cleaned up," replied Brenda and then looked down at herself once more. "After we both get cleaned up," she sighed. "I suspect we both have some things to think about and discuss." The End