The Perverter: Target #10 Jungle Babe By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older Not all of the following characters appear in this story, but sometimes they get a quick reference and so here is a pretty complete list to try and make sure the copyright is clear. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Nera, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Power Lass (Karen Clark), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, The Aberration, Dragon Queen and the mutoids are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission. All other characters in this story are my own creation and may be used freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * * * "He is in bad shape alright, but I think I can still save him," said Jungle Babe as she took her hand off the chest of the male lion laying on the ground in front of her. "Really?" asked Dr. Michael Cooper, the head veterinarian for the Delta City Zoo. "I've tried everything I knew and it hasn't helped." "Your modern medicines and technology do not represent the total knowledge of the universe," replied Jungle Babe somewhat dismissively as she began to rummage through the pouch attached to her waist. Dr. Cooper began to bristle, but visibly took control of himself. He had become a vet because he loved animals and if this slightly annoying woman could save the lion, then he would bloody well control his temper. "Open up please simba," said Jungle Babe once more putting her hand on the lion's chest. With an effort, the mighty beast opened his mouth as wide as it would go and fearlessly, Jungle Babe stuck her head inside and using a dropper delivered three drops of a green liquid down his throat before withdrawing her head. "How long before we will know if it worked?" asked Louise Baker, the zoo manager, speaking for the first time since initially greeting Jungle Babe on her arrival. "Not long," replied Jungle Babe who stroked the lion's massive chest gently. A minute later, the lion sneezed and sat up. "Take it easy simba, you must not overly exert yourself for a couple of days." The lion nodded and lay back down. "May I?" asked Dr. Cooper looking to Jungle Babe for permission. When she nodded, he moved closer to the lion and checked his pulse and listened to his breathing with his stethoscope. "Amazing! That was incredible. What is in the drops you gave him?" "Sorry, tribal secret," said Jungle Babe standing up. "But whatever it was could be invaluable in treating other animals in the future," protested Dr. Cooper. "Meaning it could make some big pharmaceutical company even richer," snorted Jungle Babe as she turned to leave. "I can't thank you enough for saving him," said Louise extending a hand which Jungle Babe ignored. "He shouldn't have been here in the first place for some idiot to throw him poison," snapped Jungle Babe. "Animals belong free in the wild and not caged up like this as entertainment for humans." "This zoo and other modern zoos are not exactly cages," returned Louise. "We provide not just an educational opportunity for many people who could never afford to travel to see them in their natural habitats, but we also play an important role in helping to both understand and preserve them." "They belong free," replied Jungle Babe stubbornly. "You know they are often not free or safe for long in the wild in many places anymore," said Louise softly. "Honestly Jungle Babe, we are on the same side here, the side of the animals." "Not the way I see it," returned Jungle Babe. "I admit you are a step higher than the poachers, but that is all." With that, the lithe, blonde heroine raced away. "Harsh," commented Dr. Cooper standing up. "Yes, but extremely talented, wouldn't you say?" She looked at the vet who could only nod his head in agreement. * * * "Man, I would love to tap that ass." Prax turned from watching Jungle Babe running away from where he sat on a bench where he had been eating a bag of peanuts while watching the excitement in the lions' enclosure to regard his brother as he sat down on the bench beside him. "Shouldn't you be out killing someone or at least torturing small animals?" "It's barely noon," smirked Bob dismissively. "There is still plenty of time and besides, it was you who was torturing small animals this time. That bit with the lion being poisoned has your fingerprints all over it." Prax shrugged. "I wouldn't call a lion a small animal. Now, what can I do for you brother since you only seek me out when you want something." "I'm hurt," replied Bob, putting his hand to the left side of his chest as if taking a knife or bullet to his heart. "I'm the same species as you," replied Prax rolling his eyes. "Our hearts are on the other side, remember? Please don't make me repeat my question since my time is valuable." "Fine, grumbled Bob. "My lead to that Sanctuary place died on me. Actually, I threw her off a building for being a freak, but you don't want to hear about my troubles. Are you sure you don't know where it is?" Prax closed his eyes for a moment in thought. "If I tell you, will you go away and leave me the fuck alone?" he asked in an exasperated tone. "Cross my heart and hope to die," replied Bob solemnly. "That was the wrong side of your chest again," noted Prax. "One of the heroines who I nailed, the one called Night Raven has been there several times and from our ongoing connection I can sense she is not far from it right now. That is the best I can do." Prax closed his eyes again for a second and mentally sent the location to his brother. "I owe you one," replied Bob as he received the information and smiled. "You owe me at least eighteen by my count," snorted Prax. "Hey, I helped you get those triplets in Vegas," protested Bob. "That should reduce my score with you." "They were all midgets," retorted Prax, "or small people as they informed me, so they only count for half and it was Vegas. It isn't that hard to score in Vegas you know." "Whatever," said Bob standing up. "Good luck with the jungle bitch, though I don't see how poisoning a lion in the zoo is going to help you get into her fur panties. I still find it works better to just wrap an arm around their throat, rip their clothes off and fuck them." "That's because you are a barbarian and I am an artist," returned Prax. "Jungle Babe has done a good deed and it has given her a pleasant glow. It is one small step to making her vulnerable to my charms." * * * Jungle Babe stalked her newest prey with the utmost care. These were dangerous men, skilled in both unarmed combat and with multiple types of weapons. To make it more difficult, she was forced to stalk them in this unnatural, urban setting of concrete and steel, where the only wood was what was made into furniture and people thought polyester grew on trees. The main thing to remember about stalking humans was that the human eye is very sensitive to movement. If you remain totally still, the human eye can easily overlook you as a threat, but you have to move in order to stalk your prey. The answer to that dilemma, however, was childishly simple for someone as skilled as Jungle Babe, you only moved when those looking for you blinked. Now she was behind her prey and they were hers. There was only one thing left to do. "Hello Rodney, hello Gerald," said Jungle Babe tapping each of the black suit clad men on their shoulder. "Holy fucking …," yelled Rodney Fowler as he jumped a foot in the air, his hand reaching under his armpit for his gun and then pausing when he saw Jungle Babe. "Oh Christ, it's you Ms. Babe," said the muscular black man who was Lady Sara Kraft's lead bodyguard. "You really shouldn't swear so fucking much Rodney," said Jungle Babe reprovingly with an almost straight face. The bodyguards didn't know her real name and for reasons she had never been able to fathom, they insisted on trying to address her formally by her "last name". "I think my fucking heart stopped," said Gerald Roper, the white half of the odd couple as Jungle Babe had named them. "I was just trying to see if you boys were alert is all," replied Jungle Babe with a smirk. "I'm going to have to tell Lady Kraft to deduct your pay for this performance." "As long as she doesn't fire me," replied Gerald. "My heart is going to require major medical attention after this and I can't lose the benefits." "I thought you had some kind of national health care service in jolly old England," replied Jungle Babe as she stood there with her hands on her hips and chest unconsciously thrust out to display her large fur bikini clad breasts provocatively, probably unaware that one nipple had slipped into public view. "Oh yeah, that's right," mumbled Gerald. "I think my heart stopping affected my memory for a bit." "I take it her ladyship is upstairs?" asked Jungle Babe indicating the elevator the two men had been guarding in the lobby of the Ritz Hotel. "Yes she is Ms. Babe," confirmed Rodney, "and she is expecting you." He reached out and pressed the elevator button for her, trying not to notice the nipple slip since an erection ruined the perfect line of his pants. Jungle Babe was quite pleased with herself as she rode the elevator to the penthouse floor of the hotel. She hadn't been serious about getting them in trouble with Sara since she knew both men were very competent and dedicated to Lady Kraft. It wasn't their fault that they were mere, ordinary men and she was so adept at what she did. No one else in the world could have duplicated her feat and that was the source of her smugness. The door to the suite was unlocked and Jungle Babe walked in without knocking. "Hello Sara, I'm here," she called out when she didn't immediately see the aristocrat. Instead of a reply, a long, bare leg appeared briefly in the master bedroom door. It dangled there for a few seconds and then was withdrawn to be replaced by the other, equally bare leg. This was followed by first one arm and then the other, all without any sign of clothes. "Are you naked in there Sara?" asked Dana McQueen, as she removed her mask. "There is only one way to find out," came Lady Sara Kraft's sultry voice. "Damn it Sara, you better be naked, or when I get there I will damn well strip you naked," growled Dana as she felt her nipples harden and her pussy start to get wet. She hadn't seen her lover for several months as the archeologist had been visiting some newly discovered site in South America. Dana hoped she hadn't stolen too many things that she would have to pretend not to notice, but her mind was on other things at the moment and her fur bikini was on the floor halfway across the sitting room to reach the bedroom. When Dana arrived, she did indeed find Lady Sara Kraft naked, lying on her back and with a huge smile on her face. "Did you play cat and mouse with poor Rodney and Gerald again?" she asked as her hands groped and played with the large globes of her breasts. "Yep, and I made sure a nipple slipped just to see if I could give them hardons," giggled Dana as she dived on top of the dark haired noblewoman and began to kiss her passionately on the lips. "Goddess knows if I had a cock, that would get me hard," gasped Sara as she shoved her tongue into Dana's mouth and savoured both the taste of her lover and the feel of her naked body pressed against her own with their breasts and pussies rubbing against the others. "Damn, I have missed you and this body of yours," gasped Dana as she felt Sara grab one of her ass cheeks in each hand to pull Dana down tighter against her. "Three months in the fucking jungle with only my vibrator to keep me company and I ran out of batteries after a month," gasped Sara. "What? No cute native guides to entice into your luxury tent?" teased Dana. "Well, maybe a few after the batteries ran out," admitted Sara. "I hope you don't mind too much." "Not in the least," laughed Dana. "I could hardly expect a fellow Aphrodite to survive such a predicament without a little assistance from her loyal native guides. Were they any good?" "The men were all good sized," grinned Sara, "but not much in the way of technique. A couple of the women were pretty damn good, but not a candle on you darling. Though I must admit, it has been so long since you and I were together, my reference point was a bit hazy." "Well, I guess, I had better refresh your memory then," growled Dana as she moved herself down lower, pausing to kiss Sara's breasts briefly before placing her head between her lover's spread legs. Then her tongue swept out and over Sara's engorged netherlips in a long, powerful stroke that brought a gasp of pleasure from the other woman. There were a few more licks and then Dana clamped her mouth over Sara's clit and began to suck on it. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," screamed Sara. "You are ten times better at that than any of those willing, nubile native guides." "I am not sure you really mean that," replied Dana in a muffled voice as she now shoved her tongue into Sara's dripping pussy. "Oh goddess, I swear the compliant, sex starved things had only a fraction of your ability with a tongue," moaned Sara as she reached her hands down and pushed Dana's face harder into her groin. "Keep going, I need to cum so bad. I haven't had a good orgasm since I got off the plane and that was at least four hours ago." "Let me guess, you and the stewardess did it in the bathroom," snickered Dana as she began to lap at Sara's g-spot with her talented tongue. "Not a stewardess," moaned Sara. "They call them Flight Attendants now and we did it in the first class galley." "Before or after they served the meals?" asked Dana pulling her drenched face out of Sara's pussy to look up at her and arch an eyebrow in inquiry. "I am not telling," replied Sara coyly. "I don't want the health inspectors on my ass." "No, that's my place," agreed Dana and resumed her licking. "I will attend to it later with your strap-on." "Such a nasty girl," groaned Sara as she felt her orgasm nearing. "I love nasty girls and always reward them generously." "You better," came Dana's voice, again muffled and slightly distorted due to the alternative use she was making of her tongue at the moment. Sara, however, made good on that promise a few scant seconds later when a hot squirt of her honey drenched Dana's face and filled her mouth to overflowing. * * * Some days earlier … General Adama Beho peered down at the agenda in front of him and frowned. He was the host and therefore the chairman of this meeting of African Leaders and he had no memory of this next item. He shrugged his massive shoulders and decided one of the other leaders must have added it at the last moment and he hadn't noticed it. "Our next item of business," he said looking around the large oak table at the other assembled leaders, "is a presentation by Mr. Vincent O'Leary from the marketing firm of O'Leary, O'Leary and Galloway of New York." The chamber door opened and a black man dressed in an expensive black suit, white shirt and a red silk tie that probably cost more than the average annual income of most people in Africa came striding in confidently and bowed. "Mr. OLeary?" asked the General a little confused by the discrepancy between the man's name and his appearance. "Irish on my mother's side," replied O'Leary with a smile that showed off two rows of perfect white teeth. "I know the time of such important gentlemen is valuable, so I won't waste it and will start my presentation to you immediately if that is acceptable?" General Beho nodded and O'Leary proceeded to a side table with a laptop and a video projector attached to it that the General had somehow failed to notice before now. O'Leary pressed a button and the machines sprang to life displaying an image on the screen that they all recognized. "Behold Tarzan, King of the Apes," proclaimed O'Leary. "In many ways, the creation of Edgar Rice Burroughs was the introduction of the Western world to Africa and since most of that audience was white, their hero also had to be white. It would never do to have a black hero representing Africa would it?" There were murmurs of agreement from around the table except from Eaton Keita, the ruler of Waygoneya, one of the smaller African countries that you had to look twice to find on a map. Eaton was frowning partially because he didn't much like being in the same room with some of his fellow rulers, many of whom could better be called dictators and because he had a strong foreboding that he knew where O'Leary might be headed. O'Leary paused to take a sip of water before continuing. "Very little has changed since Tarzan when it comes to the representation of Africa in media such as comics and movies." O'Leary clicked through slides of Ka-zar and Sheena. "Um excuse me," came a voice and everyone turned to look at the speaker with a mixture of annoyance and resignation, except for Eaton who tried to hide a smile. "Ka-Zar isn't based in Africa," said Zachary Badu. "His origin was told in X-Men #10 and the Savage Land is located in Antarctica." Zachery beamed short-sightedly at the others and quite failed to note the looks on their faces. Zachery was from another of those hard to find African nations and at every meeting, conference or other state occasion could be counted on to bore his listeners by discussing the finer points of comics and his own considerable collection that included Giant Sized X-Men #1. "That is the one where the new X-Men first appeared," he would say proudly when his audience looked mystified. O'Leary glared at Zachery for a moment. "Thank-you ever so much for that correction Prince Badu," he said. "Though of course Ka-zar is merely a Marvel knockoff of Tarzan. Another scion of a white British lord who becomes the ruler over what everyone considers to be a group of savages as is his right. Even his real name of Kevin Plunderer has distinct colonial overtones." Zachery opened his mouth as if to argue, but O'Leary went on without giving him a chance. "Finally, we come to the latest Western abomination." On the screen was a picture of Jungle Babe in her fur bikini with her hands on her hips and her impressively sized breasts nearly falling out of the top. Eaton now glared openly at O'Leary. This had gone where he thought it was and since Jungle Babe's village was in his home country where she was highly respected and much loved, he found himself getting angry. Trying to remain calm, Eaton had to admit to himself that sometimes even ugly lies contained a small grain of truth. Maybe if this over civilized clown was talking about anyone but Jungle Babe, he might have a point. Eaton knew no one loved Africa, its jungle, its animals and its people as much as Jungle Babe did. Her skin colour was irrelevant, though he grudgingly acknowledged to himself that not everyone saw it that way. Even One of the reasons Nera had been trained as her partner and not sidekick was to help appease those who could not see beyond the colour of a person's skin. "Have a care Mr. O'Leary," Eaton warned the man in a growl. "Jungle Babe is both a great champion of Africa and a personal friend of mine." "You would speak up in defence of the white bitch," sneered General Beho. "You have probably enjoyed her favours in bed where she has beguiled you into losing sight of your true loyalties." Eaton had to restrain himself from jumping across the table and punching the asshole in his piggish face. It was not exactly a secret that the General had lusted after Jungle Babe for some years now and she had quite pointedly and quite publicly turned him down. She had said she would rather sleep with a real pig rather than a human one who treated his subjects like property." Be careful General if you go into the jungle," warned Eaton. "I am told Jungle Babe has showed your picture to all the lions and tigers and instructed them what they should do if they ever caught sight of you in her domain." Eaton had the satisfaction of seeing the General turn almost as pale as any white man at this before O'Leary coughed to get their attention and resume his presentation. "What my firm recommends after extensive consultation with the general public and numerous focus groups with stakeholders to determine the proper synergy for actualizing your potential is that a new hero for Africa is needed." "Don't we already have that Black Panther feller?" asked King Ulf Okoro who was going on ninety had had dozed through much of the presentation. "He is just another Western puppet creation," sneered O'Leary. Africa needs something new, something bold. I give you Major Africa!" The doors to the room smashed open with a force that startled everyone in the chamber and a tall, powerfully built man walked into the room. He was dressed in a pair of bright, white shorts, white calf high boots and a short white vest that left his six pack exposed. A map of Africa was emblazoned on the top in black, his right hand clenched some kind of technology enhanced spear and his hairless head gleamed under the overhead lights with a white mask covering his eyes. * * * As Dana and Sara lay on the bed contemplating their next move in this carnal game, the small communicator on the bedside table chirped. "This had better be fucking good Rodney," snarled Sara into the mic. "I told you I didn't want any interruptions while I was in conference with Ms. Babe." Sara grinned down at Dana when the latter stuck her tongue out at the use of that formal moniker. "I am very sorry to interrupt your um deliberations," replied Rodney with what sounded like a genuine effort at not laughing. "Ms. Nera has just arrived at the hotel and says it is vital she speak to Ms. Babe immediately. I tried to persuade her to wait until your conference was over, but she said and I quote ‘they can be at it all fucking night and I am not going to sit down here in the lobby cooling my heels'." "I guess you better send her right up then," replied Sara breaking the connection. She looked down at Dana. "You heard?" "That Nera is here with a bee in her panties about something," agreed Dana. "Should we get dressed?" asked Sara who had only met the jungle princess once before and that briefly. "She's seen me naked a million times," shrugged Dana. "Seeing us like this might cause her to rethink her priorities and go for pleasure before business." "You think so?" asked Sara with a lifted eyebrow. "Is the pope um," Dana paused. "What's the current pope's nationality again?" "Don't ask me," replied Sara. "We independent British severed ties with the Papal jackals centuries ago. It all had to do with sex of course. Anyway, the only churches I go into are the ones I end up robbing." "I think the term you are looking for is retrieving stolen goods and restoring them to their rightful owners," said Dana. "That too," agreed Sara as they both turned their heads at the sound of the suite door opening. "We are in here," yelled Dana. "Leave your clothes out there!" A few moments later, a tall statuesque black woman padded into the bedroom naked and crawled onto the bed beside Lady Kraft and kissed her on the lips. "You must be Lady Kraft, daughter of our one time colonial masters," said Nera. "Oh damn, did we conquer your people too?" sighed Sara. "It seems everywhere in the world I go, I run into the descendants of people whose ancestors my ancestors just had to conquer and enslave. I would say I'm bloody well sorry, but it generally doesn't do much good and sometimes I just end up legging it out of there before anyone brings up the idea of reparations." Nera laughed. "I must admit to a slight exaggeration. Your people came to my village and found out we were not quite so ignorant and defenceless as they thought. Several fewer of them in fact left than arrived and the ones who remained were delicious according to the records. When Lady Kraft gave her a look of horror, Nera laughed again. "Got you!" "You bleeding well did," admitted Sara. "Knowing what sour pieces of crap, some of my ancestors were, I should have known you were pulling my leg. If you had eaten them, you all would have died from whatever nasty disease was eating their cold, miserable hearts out." "Oh hello sister," said Nera now looking down at Dana. "I didn't see you at first hiding down there in the bushes." I think that means you could use a bit of a trim down here," giggled Dana. ""When she says sister, she just means spiritual sister. You don't have to worry about anything taboo or kinky going on here. Well, not too taboo or too kinky anyway," she amended. "That's only because neither Dana or I brought any of our pets along," added Nera with a lewd wink that managed to make even Sara blush as the noblewoman wondered if her leg was being pulled again or not "Tell me Lady Kraft," said Nera continuing on, "who do you think outranks who here? An English Lady or a Tribal Princess?" "I don't have my protocol guide handy," replied Sara gesturing at her naked body, "so I am willing to concede without prejudice of course that Princess outranks me. Why do you ask?" "I was just trying to determine who got their pussy licked first," replied Nera as she quickly moved to mount Sara's face. "I don't think I mind being outranked actually," replied Sara as she extended her tongue and ran it over Nera's already dripping pussy as it made contact with her face. "Somehow, I didn't think you would," moaned Nera. "Hey, they sometimes call me Queen of the Jungle," protested Dana. "Doesn't Queen outrank Princess and Lady?" "You gave that title to yourself when you were 13, so it doesn't count" laughed Nera. "If it makes you feel any better though, you can come suck on my tits." Dana regarded Nera's large chocolate brown boobs critically for several seconds. "They do look bigger than the last time I saw them. Have you been treating them with koola extract? I've heard that makes the breast milk sweeter too?" "Come and find out little sister," smirked Nera and then gasped as she felt Sara's tongue drag over her clit. Dana shrugged and took up the offer, clamping her lips around one of the large black nipples and starting to suck on it. * * * Several hours later … Temporarily satiated by half a dozen orgasms each, the three Aphrodite women lay in bed, contenting themselves with the odd kiss and caress of each other's bodies. Dana lay in the middle of Sara and Nera and her mind finally returned to the reason for Nera's unexpected visit to Delta City. "Nera, my sexy sister, what was the urgent reason that brought you here?" asked Dana. "I am assuming it was more than just needing to get laid." Nera gave a gasp of shock and clapped a hand to her mouth. "Goddess, seeing you two in bed like that made me forget my mission. Well it wasn't like timer on a bomb type critical, so I don't expect there was any harm done in having a little fun first." Nera then went on to fill in both of the other woman about what had transpired at the African leaders meeting. "The morons passed a resolution to go through with things despite Eaton's best arguments. In the end, only he and Zachery voted against it, though Zachery did think the costume was cool." "I don't get it," replied Dana. "What do they hope to accomplish? If this Major Africa is any good, another hero is always welcome, though they rarely come to Delta City for some reason." "I don't know what powers this guy has," said Nera, "or even if he has any at all. It is all about trying to discredit or replace you. Most of those morons have no interest in preserving the jungle and the animals that live there. They get kickbacks from the so called legitimate hunters and even the poachers. You keep getting in their way of making money." "We both do," replied Dana reaching out to gently caress one of Nera's large breasts softly. "You do as much as I do and sometimes more, since I am too often away from home to attend to my other duties here in Delta City." "We all know that at home and understand," replied Nera as she gave a soft moan at Dana's manipulation of her sensitive nipples. "It was one reason why I was chosen and trained to become your partner in protecting the jungle." There was another beep from Sara's communicator and with a sigh, she replied. "What's up now Rodney?" she asked, "and did you two get some supper?" "Yes Lady Kraft," replied Rodney. "A very nice woman from Wong's Pizza brought us an Extra Large. It was the best I ever had. The reason I am calling though is there is something on the television in the lobby that you three ladies might want to see. Channel 107." "Thanks Rodney," said Lady Kraft, disconnecting and reaching for the remote. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This is Megan Fitzpatrick with WXYZ coming to you tonight with an exclusive interview with Major Africa, who has declared himself as the legitimate hero for the so called dark continent." The tall figure looming over Megan seemed to frown at this last comment. "Africa is a booming, vibrant and innovative place that is just starting to come into its own in the new world order. We will no longer be oppressed by the colonial, white powers of the West. I have come to Delta City, the heart of decadence in the West …," he paused "well perhaps outside of Las Vegas and Los Angeles and possibly New York," he continued, "to challenge the West and its puny heroes." "Goddess," he sounds like a second rate WWE wrestler," said Dana. "Is he going to challenge me to a cage match next?" "If he does, get Louisa to give you some pointers," put in Sara. "Are you here in Delta City to challenge its heroines?" asked Megan. "In particular your press release strongly denounced Jungle Babe as a tool of the imperialistic running dogs of Wall Street." "Bah," said Major Africa dismissively. "The large breasted whores who call themselves heroines of this jaded city are beneath my contempt, let alone any action on my part. They are merely being placed on notice that their time is over and a new and better breed of heroes is emerging. I am Africa. Hear me roar! With that, the large man dropped the mic he had been holding as strode away to get into a waiting black limousine. * * * Mickey Dugan was a worried man as he rode away from the interview in the back of the limo. Jeez, he was just another struggling actor in LA who had answered a casting call and then he had got the part. The problem was he didn't know exactly what the part was. He had been given this costume, flown over to Africa and then to Delta City where various interviews and other public events were arranged for him to attend. He had been given a general character bio and told to wing it. Was this some tourism marketing campaign? It seemed like it on the surface, but something about that didn't feel right to Mickey. He was being well paid, maybe too well paid and that added to his misgivings. If he quit though, his agent would probably scream and drop him which would probably finish his acting career. There were a host of new Marvel movies in the works and well just maybe this gig would land him a spot in one. Even a minor role in a big MCU movie could make his career. Mickey wasn't sure how this role could help even there considering the nondisclosure agreement he had been required to sign. Mickey sighed and began to change out of his costume and back into civilian clothes. It was one of those things O'Leary insisted on as was his choice of hotel. It was nice enough, but was a good step or two down from the Ritz which seemed more appropriate for the budget O'Leary seemed to have to work with. Mickey wasn't going to argue with the man, however, as there was something about him that creeped him out. * * * Over the next several days, Dana became more and more frustrated as Major Africa was featured prominently in a number of events such as ribbon cuttings, reading to kids at inner city schools and attending posh gatherings. At every one of those, he would make some subtle or not so subtle dig at her Jungle Babe alter ego being an outdated colonial symbol. Nera had gone back to Africa since they didn't both like to be away at the same time if they could help it as it gave idiots like General Beho ideas. Sara was tied up much of the day with an Archeology conference which was what had brought her to Delta City in the first place, so she didn't even have her best friend and lover to grouse to. As was her want, when staying in Delta City, Dana had checked into the Sunshine Hotel. While she knew she was welcome to stay with Sara at the Ritz, the Sunshine suited her needs better as Jungle Babe. Sneaking past the high security of the Ritz and Rodney and Gerald's watchful eyes to go on a patrol or just to stretch her legs was a pain. The Sunshine was a decent hotel and more centrally located with a convenient fire escape outside the window that gave her easy access to the rooftops of Delta City. "Good evening and welcome to Tonya Talks," said the smiling blonde on Dana's hotel television screen "Tonight, we have the pleasure of interviewing the newest hero sensation of Delta City, Major Africa." Dana ground her teeth in anger. Tonya O'Donnell was secretly the heroine Got Gal and a fellow member of the She Legion, but even she seemed to be taken in with this imposter. If she was being fair, Dana knew that Tonya probably didn't have much choice in who she interviewed, despite the show having her name in the title, but Dana wasn't feeling like being fair at the moment. "So why the name Major Africa?" asked Tonya turning to her guest. "I assume the Africa part of the name is self explanatory, even to a colonial oppressor such as yourself," replied Major Africa with a scowl. Inside, Mickey was trying not to squeal with excitement at meeting the sexy, big boobed blonde and it was a struggle not to let it show. He channeled his favourite WWE villains as he gave her what he hoped was a cool, sneering appraisal before continuing. "I chose the title of Major to indicate my superiority to other lesser heroes the public is familiar with such as Captain America and Captain Marvel." "Those are comic book characters you moron," Dana snapped at the unheeding television. "I would like to see you try that superior bullshit on Captain Glory and watch Steve punch your lights out. For that matter, I haven't seen you do one damn heroic thing yet." "Why do you feel Africa needs a new hero at this particular time?" asked Tonya. "Also, why do you seem to feel obliged to take shots at Jungle Babe, who as everyone knows is well loved by that entire continent and this city for her dedication to preserve the jungle and its denizens." Yeah, that's telling the bastard, thought Dana, suddenly feeling a return of warmth towards her fellow heroine. "As the 21st century progresses," began Major Africa, "Africa is poised to become a major driving force in the world economy. That requires a new symbol, a new hero and a true son of Africa. I am sure Jungle Babe has done her best with her little herbs, but she is outdated and no longer needed." Dana used the remote to shut the television off before she put her fist through the screen. A new hero my sweet ass, she thought, I have seen more hero work from Kermit the frog than him. * * * Almost as if someone had heard Dana's words, Major Africa performed his first real act of heroism the following day. There had been a hastily arranged rededication of the African Studies lounge at Delta City University and the hero was mingling with a couple of dozen staff and students, drinking champagne and eating sandwiches with the crusts cut off when three rough looking men stormed into the place. They were dressed all in black, with hooded masks over their faces, though enough skin was visible to clearly establish they were white. On their chests, they wore buttons with the words "Proud Boyz" on them and each carried a length of metal pipe. "It is time that someone put you people in your place," shouted one of the trio and he smashed his weapon on a table, making a loud noise and scattering slices of cucumber and bread everywhere. "Not while Major Africa is around," declared the hero striding towards them. Mickey had been briefed on how this was to go down and while he thought the dialogue was corny, everyone else seemed genuinely frightened by the three thugs. "My spear of Justice will incapacitate the likes of you." Mickey pressed a button on the spear and a green light shot out and struck each of the men in turn. They all howled in obvious pain and dropped their weapons while clutching at their heads. Switching his spear to his left hand, Mickey punched the closest man on the jaw with a hard right that in actuality barely touched the man. The goon fell down and Mickey picked him up by grasping his top. "Do you scum require more convincing to leave and never return?" he demanded. "Don't forget to kick Don in the stomach," whispered the leader so only Mickey could hear. "Oh right, thanks," mumbled Mickey and he lashed out with a white booted foot at the second of the goons as he tried to "sneak up" on the supposedly distracted hero. Don went down like a sack of potatoes being dropped and critically, Mickey thought the man needed to work on that to make it look more convincing. The watchers, however, seemed quite convinced and cheered loudly as the head thug shook his head vehemently in agreement with Mickey's suggestion, helped the fallen Don up and then the trio fled back out the door. * * * "That is how a true hero deals with scum like that," said Major Africa on the supper news as clips of his heroics as captured by cell phones played in the background. "I am sure Jungle Babe could have done as well, if only after losing her top as she seems to do routinely." "That wasn't my fault," fumed Dana as she watched the news on her phone while walking into the lobby of the Sunshine Hotel. She had heard the cries of a woman whose purse had been stolen earlier that day and had given chase. She had damn well captured the perp and it really hadn't been her fault that the string of her bikini top caught on something and left her standing in the crowded street with her boobs on full display. It also hadn't been her fault that a visiting group of nuns from the Vatican had come along the street at just that exact moment either. When she finally came face to face with this Major Africa, she would show him up as the fraud she was certain he was. No goons were stupid enough to go around with the name of their gang misspelled on buttons they were wearing! Not looking much where she was going, the blonde stormed through the hotel lobby heading for her room. Mickey threw the Major Africa suit into his duffel bag, but didn't bother to zip it closed as he hurried towards his hotel room door. He had expected to spend a quiet night watching television as he had no events scheduled, but he had just got a frantic call from O'Leary telling him to get to the front door where the limo would be waiting ten seconds ago. Mickey hoped this wasn't another of those staged stunts like at the university, though the experience might come in handy if he decided to take up professional wrestling. It was a form of acting after all. Mickey closed his door and turned to head for the lobby and ran head long into a blonde woman who was glaring ferociously at her phone. "Hey, watch where the hell you are going," snapped the woman who dropped her phone, but with cat like reflexes had caught it before it hit the floor. Mickey, for his part had dropped his duffel bag and the top of his costume had fallen out. Dana stared down at the distinctive white top with its map of Africa in black emblazoned on it and back to Mickey's face. "You're Major Africa?" It was a statement not a question despite the inflection. "Look, I don't know who you are lady, but don't be ridiculous. Now I am in a hurry," and bending, he stuffed the costume into the duffel bag and tried to go around her. "You aren't going anywhere," growled Dana as she grabbed him by the arm and dragged the protesting man down the hall to her room, opened it and thrust him inside. "You and I have some things to discuss." Mickey started to get angry, but then he got a good look at the woman who had bodily brought him to her room. She was easily as hot as that blonde reporter had been, but still he had a gig to get to. "Look, whoever you are, I am flattered and I'm sure we can get together later for drinks and other things, but I do have an appointment." "Yes, with me," replied Dana shoving him towards the bathroom. Go put that damn thing on and then we are going to settle things." Mickey threw up his hands and headed for the bathroom. O'Leary would be pissed, but there didn't seem to be anyway to get away from this mad woman without physically attacking her which would get him in a whole world of trouble. Some things had changed, but a black man attacking a white woman in a hotel was likely to resurrect some nasty memories and while they were more likely to involve the police than guys in white sheets, it just wasn't worth it. Besides, the woman was damn strong and he wasn't sure he could take her physically. * * * Outside the Sunshine Hotel, O'Leary sat in the back of the limo and rather than looking unhappy about Mickey being late, he looked quite pleased. He tapped on the glass panel that separated him from the chauffeur and a second later, a small panel slid aside. "Yes sir?" asked the chauffeur respectfully. "Change of plans Martin. We won't be going anywhere tonight and I am getting out here. You will get paid time and a half for the entire evening to make up for any inconvenience." "Yes sir, thank-you sir," replied Martin who glanced at his boss in his rear view mirror and saw no one in the backseat. Strange, he thought, I didn't even hear the car door open. He really must have been in a hurry. * * * While Major Africa was changing in the bathroom, Dana quickly changed into her Jungle Babe outfit. With her arms crossed under her large breasts, she stood waiting for the man to emerge from the bathroom. She thought she heard a thumping sound as if he had hit his head on something. "Are you ok in there?" she asked with some genuine concern, realizing she had pretty much kidnapped the man and if he got injured, she could get into a bit of trouble. "I'm fine," replied Major Africa and he emerged a moment later with a huge smile on his face. Strangely, he didn't seem surprised to see Jungle Babe waiting for him instead of the blonde he had bumped into. "Couldn't wait to get me into your hotel room eh Jungle Babe," he smirked. Jungle Babe frowned slightly. There was something different about the man, the way he walked, the way he talked. It had to be the same man since he looked the same and she had been standing here all this time. It must just be the confidence that wearing the costume gave him. "You have been running around the city bad mouthing me and I have had it up to here with that." "Up to your boobs eh?" smirked Major Africa noting where the heroine was holding her hand. Jungle Babe flushed a bit and held her hand higher above her head. "I think you are a fraud and I aim to prove it." "Just how do you propose to do that?" asked Major Africa putting his hands on his hips. "I doubt the hotel would think much of us destroying the place in a knock em down, drag em out fight do you?" Jungle Babe scowled at him for a moment before an idea struck her. "Fine, how about we arm wrestle then? When I yank your arm off, that will show you are a fraud and it won't do more than get a little blood on the carpet and the Hotel is probably used to that." "Fine by me," agreed Major Africa, "but what are the stakes?" "Stakes?" replied a puzzled Jungle Babe. "The stakes are I prove you are a fraud." "That doesn't seem to offer me enough," replied Major Africa. "What do I get when I win?" "If you win," corrected Jungle Babe with a flash of her eyes. "Name your prize then since there is no chance you will win." "When I win, you give me a blowjob and let me cum in your mouth," replied Major Africa. "What? Are you insane?" demanded Jungle Babe, her hands balling into fists with a sudden desire to pummel this insolent male. "Hey what does it matter to you?" asked Major Africa with a shrug of his shoulders. "You said you can't possibly lose. If it makes it any more palatable though, if I lose then I will go down on you and give you the best orgasm you ever had." "Conceited prick," accused Jungle Babe, "but fine it's a bet," and she held out her hand and shook hands with the smiling asshole. The pair knelt down on either side of the coffee table and positioned their arms for the match. "On the count of three," said Jungle Babe confidently and expecting the man to try and cheat by going early, but there was no way for this fraud to beat her when her Aphrodite genes gave her the strength of the strongest of men. Major Africa nodded and Jungle Babe began to count. "One, Two, Three …" and she threw her full strength into the match and gasped when the man's arm didn't even budge. A second later, he slammed her arm down flat against the top of the table. "I believe that means I won," said Major Africa as he stood up leaving the jungle heroine kneeling there stunned. "But, but, but that's impossible," stammered Jungle Babe staring in disbelief up at the tall man. "You are a fraud, I know it!" "You thought you knew it," corrected Major Africa. "Now, I believe you owe me a blowjob and do be a good sport and make it a good one. I have heard you are quite talented in that area, something to do with lots of practice." Jungle Babe gave a resigned sigh. A bet is a bet and she had lost which meant as disgusting as it was, she had to pay up. Trying not to look at his smug face, Jungle Babe slid her fingers into the elastic of his shorts and tugged them down. She had to suppress a little "eek" when the huge black snake popped out and smacked her on her pert little nose. "Oh, it really must like you," snickered Major Africa. "It is getting hard and you haven't laid a finger or a tongue on it yet. Now get busy and start sucking like a good little white slut." Jungle Babe found herself almost mesmerized by the size of the man's cock. The thick shaft was a very dark brown, almost black and the large mushroom head was still a couple of shades darker as it winked at her and dribbled precum from the slit. Could she have been wrong? This was surely the cock of an Adonis male and Jungle Babe felt her mouth start to water as she continued to regard it and knew her pussy was getting damp. She took the throbbing member in one of her small hands and moved it towards her mouth which seemed to open automatically to accept it. Jungle Babe had to stretch her lips as wide as they would go to pop the head into her mouth and she felt the clear precum drip onto them as she did so. Instantly, she tasted and smelled the fluid and it only served to make her hornier. "Let's see if you can get it all in your mouth shall we?" asked Major Africa and now with the head inside her mouth, the man grabbed the back of her head and yanked her face down hard onto his cock. Jungle Babe gagged and choked, her arms flailing uselessly as the thick cock was shoved down her throat in one savage thrust. There, that wasn't so bad was it?" asked Major Africa as he held the heroine impaled on his cock with her chin nestled between his large balls. "Mmmmmmh," gasped Jungle Babe, unable to form words around the cock stuffing her throat full. "I thought you would agree," replied Major Africa as he began slowly to move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of the blonde's mouth. As he started to pick up speed, the man reached down and ripped off Jungle Babe's fur bikini top. "That's much better," he said as he watched her boobs bounce and sway with each thrust of his hips. "Mmmmhhh," protested Jungle Babe trying to indicate she was having problems breathing. "Go faster and harder you say?" said Major Africa as he began to pick up the speed of her face fucking. "Mmmmmhhh," Jungle Babe continued to protest. "Oh sorry, I misunderstood," laughed Major Africa. "Tell you what, take your bottoms off so I can see your pussy and I will let you have a few breaths." Jungle Babe glared at the man, or at least tried to. It was hard to glare at anything when all you could see was a man's groin and the cock slamming in and out of your mouth. Reaching down, Jungle Babe quickly slipped off her bikini bottoms to expose her shaved and very wet pussy to his examination. "Soaking wet I see," said Major Africa who kept his promise and pulled his cock from her mouth to let her take in some air. "I think I will go down on you even if I won the bet since you look so tasty." Major Africa then slapped the kneeling heroine's face with his cock, first on one cheek and then the other. "Ok, break time is over, let's get back to work on your job of making me cum." Jungle Babe opened her mouth wide again and once more engulfed the huge ebony cock, swallowing the entire length. As degrading as this was, she knew she was also getting more and more turned on and without really thinking about it, the blonde began to bob her mouth up and down the black snake while licking it with her tongue. "It appears I was wrong when I said you had outlived your usefulness," said Major Africa as he ran his large hands through Jungle Babe's soft hair. "You will always have a use as a cocksucker with that kind of talent." The dark skinned man moaned louder as Jungle Babe's face became a blur as she slid her mouth back and forth on his cock, each stroke now pushing into her throat without any resistance where it was squeezed in a most delightful way. "Oh fuck baby, I am cumming," gasped Major Africa and a moment later his cock began to spit huge warm, thick gobs of cum into the heroines mouth which she was forced to swallow. Feeling his balls almost emptied, Major Africa pulled his cock free from the woman's grasping mouth and shot the last few wads over her face and hair. After taking a moment to come down from his climax, Major Africa patted Jungle Babe on the head. Very well done. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Prax. Do you want to stop now or go on. I really would love to fuck that pussy of yours." "I think you promised to eat me out first," replied Jungle Babe who got to her feet and lay down on the bed with her legs spread wide. "So I did," replied Prax with a huge smile as he got between the blonde's spread thighs and began to lick at the dripping snatch. Jungle Babe had recognized the name and knew she should have at least tried to stop this debauchery, but her body was on fire now and all she wanted to do was cum. She wrapped her long, muscular legs around the man's head and held him in position s she laid back and enjoyed the sensation of a pussy being well and truly eaten out by a pro. Prax made no protest then or a few minutes later when Jungle Babe came and squirted her juices all over his face. "Now you can fuck me," said Jungle Babe moving onto her hands and knees to allow him to do her doggy style. Prax laughed and gave her ass a hard smack before complying. * * * Mickey woke up on the bathroom floor with just the mildest of headaches. He rubbed his head and tried to remember what had happened. Someone had been waiting for him in the bathroom and then it had all gone dark. The actor heard sounds from the main room and cautiously peered out to see what was going on. Instead of the blonde who had waylaid him, he saw Jungle Babe laying on the bed. He assumed it was her, but all he could see of her mask was a very small amount that was not covered in cum. Her body was likewise glazed like a wedding cake and she lay in a puddle of semen with her discarded costume on the floor. As Mickey watched a dark haired stranger came as he was fucking her tits and deposited another fresh layer of goo on them. The man then got dressed and without a glance at the bathroom or the naked heroine left the hotel room. Mickey stood there wondering what to do. He had a feeling that his gig was now over and the real purpose had been revealed. Now what? For just a moment, he was tempted to go take a turn with Jungle Babe, but frankly sloppy seconds didn't remotely cover it and he was sure his mother would strongly disapprove. Mickey didn't think he had done anything wrong or illegal by taking this job, but taking the clearly unconscious woman would have been. He had always dreamed of having a woman like that, but not this way. Looking down, Mickey saw he was still wearing his civilian clothes and looking out the window, he saw the fire escape. A minute later Mrs. Dugan's little boy was in the alley behind the hotel and legging it away as fast as possible. * * * "Wake up love," said a female voice in an aristocratic tone. Jungle Babe opened her eyes and stared around her hotel room blearily before finding the face of Lady Sara Kraft. "What the hell happened?" asked Jungle Babe who tried to get up and found the top sheet stuck to her body by a viscous white goo. "You will have to tell me," said Sara. "I tried to get in touch with you after my last workshop to see if you would go for a late supper, but there was no reply. I got worried and came over here to find you like this." Jungle Babe looked down at her cum crusted body and groaned. "Prax!" she exclaimed. "All this from one man?" asked Sara waving a hand to encompass all the cum on Jungle Babe and the huge drying puddle on the sheets. "We think he is an imp which Hexanna insists is different than demon," replied Jungle Babe with a sigh. "What time is it anyway?" "About three in the morning," replied Sara glancing at the expensive gold plated watch on her wrist. "I think it is a little late for supper now," said Jungle Babe. "By the time I shower, we can almost go for an early breakfast though." "I think you will need some help cleaning up in the shower," said Sara as she started to remove her clothes. "Also, the restaurant won't open here for breakfast until six, so that gives us three whole hours to while away." "Sounds good to me," grinned Jungle Babe and then she paused. "Where are Rodney and Gerald?" "Outside the door guarding it, so try not to moan as loud as you usually do," replied Sara. "It is real torture on them having to listen to all the fun and Rodney says it spoils the lines of his pants, whatever that means!" The End