The Perverter: Target #12 Shield 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, Omega Woman (Kameron Drake), 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, Captain Chloroform, 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 * * * Carla Rogers, aka Shield, stood behind the very confused man as he talked to the receptionist and grew more and more confused. "I don't understand," said the man who was dressed in overalls and work boots, his face deeply tanned with the kind of lines you get by working outdoors hard for many years. "I am adding a herd of sheep to my farm just outside of Delta City and the regulations say that I need to fill out some forms and talk to you folks, but you act like I am in the wrong place." Both the man's eyes and Carla's glanced up at the large sign hanging over the desk that proclaimed this to be the Office of Sheep Inspection. "That's because this is the Office of Sheep Inspection and not the Sheep Inspection Office," hissed Nadine as if afraid whatever she said might be overheard by someone. Needless to say, this only added to the perplexed look on the man's face. Nadine sighed and picked up the completed form he had placed on her desk and glanced at it. "I am sorry Mr. Jones, if that is really your name, that I cannot help you. Good day," and she handed him back his papers. A very confused Mr. Jones took the papers, turned around and stumbled towards the elevator mumbling to himself. "Of course my name is Jones, I have been Fred Jones for 53 years, who else would I be?" He paused to stare at Carla, having just noticed her behind him for the first time. He didn't say anything, but just gave his head a shake, pressed the button for the elevator and got in a few seconds later when it arrived. "Damn country is going to hell in a hand basket," was the last thing Carla heard him mutter before the elevator doors closed. "Next," said Nadine not even looking up at Carla and despite being the only other person in the waiting room, Carla glanced around to make sure she was indeed next. "Um, I am here to see Mr. Wood," said Carla and already cringing as she anticipated the next question and the examining stare of the dragon impersonating a receptionist. The truth was that Mr. Jones had a very good reason to stare at her when he saw her. Carla had received an encrypted email to report to the Office of Military Intelligence on the seventh floor of the Delta City Federal Building and ask for Mr. Wood. For reasons of secrecy, the Office of Military Intelligence was listed in the building directory as the Office of Sheep Inspection. That cover had been chosen because no one around Delta City raised sheep, but in a perverse case of cause and effect, having discovered there was an Office of Sheep Inspection had prompted several farmers to start raising the animals and seeking help from the advertised Office of Sheep Inspection. Still, that didn't explain why Mr. Jones had stopped to gape at her. The reason for that was the note had also instructed her on what to wear and where to obtain it. What Carla was wearing (hah!) was what you got if you looked at some old painting of a traditional shepherdess wearing a long blue gingham dress with white frills and then took some scissors and cut away 90% of it. The few scraps of cloth left barely covered Carla's nipples and pussy which was what Mr. Jones had stared at. Carla's outfit was completed with a pair of six inch blue spiked heels, a blonde wig that covered her auburn hair and a six foot shepherd's crook that looked suspiciously phallic at one end and curved at the other. The email had ended by saying that it would self destruct in thirty seconds and that had made Carla laugh until her iPhone melted. "Name please," said Nadine running her eyes over Carla's mostly exposed body and licking her lips. Carla cringed and replied with what the email had instructed her. "Bo Peep," she said trying not to flinch. To her surprise, Nadine only nodded and pointed to a corridor to her left. "Major Wood's office is at the far end and he is expecting you." Carla thanked the woman and knocked on the office door with a sign indicating it belonged to Major Edward Wood. A male voice told her to come in and when Carla opened the door, she saw a dark haired man in a military uniform behind a desk. A blonde woman, also in uniform, sat in one of the guest chairs in front of the desk and Carla had to struggle to conceal her surprise when she recognized Kameron Drake, the secret identity of Omega Woman. "Thank-you for coming Ms. Rogers," said Major Wood as he stood up and gestured for her to take the other guest chair. "I must first apologize for the request to wear that ridiculous outfit." He made a face as he continued, "One of the cover stories for this operation is that we are really a porn studio, so anyone who is suspicious and watching the building would not be surprised to see someone dressed like you are enter." Sitting back down, the major gestured to Kameron, This is Captain Drake, one of my best officers. I asked her to sit in on this briefing since she will be your backup." "I only received a message to come here," said Carla sitting down and trying to find a position that didn't flash her panties. "I didn't know it was a briefing or even that I was taking on missions for Military Intelligence now." The Major met her eyes when he replied which Carla thought was impressive considering the scantiness of her current outfit. "Your father was a great patriot Ms. Rogers and since the military was responsible for giving him his meta human abilities, we naturally kept track of his daughter. It was not difficult to guess the identity of the auburn haired woman who began to show up in public wielding his shield, but it was decided to not intervene. We are hoping that you are as much of a patriot as your father, since we have run into a situation that we feel requires your help." Carla nodded, "I like to think I am as much of a patriot as my father. What is the situation?" Thank-you," acknowledged Major Wood. "It is a case of potential domestic terrorism. A short time ago, one of the assets for one of the intelligence agencies we share information with procured a document from the safe of Edgar Darlington. I won't go into the details about the agent who did this or the circumstances since that is need to know. Are you familiar with Mr. Darlington though?" [Author's Note: Carla may not need to know, but if you read Perverter: Target #4 Spectre Girl, then you know it was Esha who retrieved the document in a rather illegal manner. On the plus side, however, she did get her brains fucked out by Prax in the process.] "I know he is one of the richest men in Delta City, but that is about it," replied Shield. "I think his daughter Wendy was one of the gang who made the news about a year ago over some illegal activities. [Author's Note: See Delta City PI #16 and #17 for more details.] "Alleged illegal activities," corrected Major Wood who couldn't keep a totally straight face when he said it as a small smile escaped to play across his features for just a second. "That is what the lawyers of four very rich sets of parents would tell you. That, however, has nothing to do with why you are here. Mr. Darlington has varied financial interests, not all of which are legal. The one we are interested in at this time is his little black market operation in weapons." "Is that where the tank came from that was on the news a few days ago?" asked Carla. ]Sigh, one more Author's Note: See The Perverter: Target #11 Power Lass for details. No more notes I promise.] "We are still looking into that," admitted Major Wood. "We do know, however, from the retrieved document that Mr. Darlington supplied what might best be described as a right wing militia with a large cache of weapons. We think we know where the weapons are located, but we don't want to carry out a full frontal assault. They are being stored at a location in Delta City and such an assault might result in significant damage to the city and loss of civilian lives. For the same reason, we have not contacted the She Legion officially. While we value the role they play in keeping our country safe, they are not always known for their subtle approach to problems. You, however, have demonstrated an ability to be more circumspect." Carla couldn't help herself as she shot a look at Kameron when Major Wood said this, but the blonde's face remained totally without any expression. Did Wood know Kameron was Omega Woman? She doubted it, but obviously she couldn't ask Kameron now since among other reasons she herself wasn't supposed to know. "What is it exactly that you want me to do then?" asked Carla. "Possibly just a recon mission," replied Major Wood. "We want you to scout the location to be sure the weapons are there. We will leave it up to your judgement. If you think you can take out the guards without creating a major incident that would endanger the public, then you are authorized to do so. Otherwise, you report the situation back to me and then we make other plans that might involve evacuating the neighborhood." * * * "I think there is something wrong," moaned Carla as she bounced up and down on the two headed dildo joining her pussy to that of her blonde bed companion. "Yes, I haven't had an orgasm yet," panted Jessica as she groped her own tits and admired Carla's jiggling boobs as the redhead did most of the sweaty work of riding the rubber cock. "I consider that very wrong." "I didn't mean that," gasped Carla. "I was talking about all the sex we have been having suddenly. Hell, it has been a struggle to get out of bed and go to the cafeteria or classes when the alternative is making out with you." "Yeah, I am pretty hot," replied Jessica and grinned widely to show she wasn't being serious, or at least not totally so. "Conceited bitch," moaned Carla who also smiled to show she wasn't serious, or at least not totally so either. "What I meant is that I am sure I was straight before moving in with you and maybe we fooled around a little bit, but not like the last week or so." "Yeah, I know what you mean," moaned Jessica as she kept playing with her seemingly always hard nipples and began to help out a bit by moving her hips a little. "Before I came to Delta City to go to university, I thought I was totally straight too. I even had a boyfriend and everything. Then stuff happened to me as Amazing Babe and I guess it kind of got me curious to try it with another woman when I wasn't being raped." "That's pretty sick," moaned Carla. "I mean getting raped almost seems like part of our job as heroines and getting raped turns us on to try more sex." "I'm not complaining," gasped Jessica, "or at least not as long as I get an orgasm or two out of it. I mean from the sex with you, not from getting raped. That would be really icky if I got off on being raped." "I actually think some of the other heroines do," moaned Shield, "but I don't think they will ever admit it." "I don't think it is the rape really that does it," replied Jessica as she brought one of her large basketball size breasts up to her mouth to suck on the nipple. "It is the submissive thing. They talk about it in my Psychology classes. I think it's part of the Aphrodite gene, but it's stronger in some of us." "yeah, as strong as she is, I think Omega Woman really goes sub when she gives in," agreed Carla. "To get back to the ahhhhhhhh topic at hand though, we aren't behaving totally normal are we?" "No," agreed Jessica as she felt her climax getting closer and closer with Carla's energetic gyrations on the double headed dildo. The rubber toy was sliding back and forth between their two pussies and if it wasn't real, it still felt damn good and close enough for her. "I think it started when Prax nailed Yumi. You read what Professor Werder said about his cum increasing our pheromone levels and libido. I felt hornier every time she got within ten feet of me and then it got a lot worse after Prax nailed me too." "Yeah, after you boasted about how he never would," smirked Carla. "Don't remind me and don't get too superior," warned Jessica. "He probably has you on his list." "Maybe, maybe not," gasped Carla as she neared her climax. "I'm not a regular member of the She Legion. Mostly, I just do my own thing and sometimes hang out with you and Yumi. The older heroines can be a bit of a pain at times." "Yeah," agreed Jessica as she switched to sucking on her other boob for a few seconds before a shudder began to run through her body. "Oh fuck Carla, I am cumming!" The blonde let her head loll back limply as she reached the long desired orgasm and began to gush her juices all over the half of the dildo that was in her pussy. "Hah! I figured I could make you cum first," moaned Carla and then she let herself go having won this little contest and climaxed just as hard as Jessica and soaking her end of the dildo. The redhead collapsed down on top of her friend and lover seeking the blonde's lips for a long passionate kiss. "What now?" moaned Jessica when they finally ended the kiss and Carla climbed off her. "This," giggled Carla pulling the double headed dildo from Jessica's pussy and offering the end that had been in the blonde's cunt to her mouth. "Have a little taste of yourself." "Like I haven't done that before," replied Jessica with a slight eyeroll and opened her mouth. She took her end of the dildo in her mouth while Carla did the same and the two women slowly swallowed more and more of the toy until their lips touched and they kissed again which took practice considering they each had six or seven inches of the thing pushing into their throats. This is certainly a good way to pass the time until it gets dark enough for my mission, thought Carla as she ground her breasts into those large, soft melons of her roommate. * * * Cyril looked around from his conversation with Trudy towards the door when he heard a BING sound from the speaker installed over the door. The man who had just entered looked ordinary, extremely ordinary in fact. He had the bland kind of face that you would never notice if you passed him in the street. Brown hair, mild brown eyes, not really good looking and not ugly or disfigured either. Just ordinary looking. The thing was though that the speaker above the door had never in the year or so since Cyril had run Sanctuary ever made a sound. It was part of Sanctuary's defence system and emitted that particular sound only when a magic user or magical being entered. The sound didn't automatically mean Sanctuary was under attack as not all magic users or magical beings were threats, but someone had to investigate and as the manager of Sanctuary, that was his job. "Hello and welcome to Sanctuary," said Cyril approaching the man and holding out his hand. "My name is Cyril and I'm the manager." Bob ignored the extended hand and a sneer crossed his bland features giving them an unpleasant cast. "I really don't give a fuck who you are," said the imp. "In fact, you are really just a bug to be squashed." Bob made a gesture with one hand and then frowned when absolutely nothing happened. He had intended to turn the mortal into a cockroach and then step on him, but the idiot still stood there with an uncertain smile frozen on his lips. "I'm afraid Sanctuary has defences that prevent magic from working in here," said Cyril withdrawing his hand as he recovered from the virulence of the man's words. That particular defence was courtesy of Hexanna, though Cyril rather suspected the sorceress had left a "back door" that allowed her own magic to operate. Perhaps a very powerful magic user could override Hexanna's spell, but that would take time and Cyril didn't intend to give this guy that time. "Bah," snapped Bob who now that he extended his senses, could detect the dampening spell. Given enough time, he thought he could overpower any spell cast by a mere human, but the effort didn't seem necessary right now. "I don't need magic to deal with mere humans. If I can't use my magic to crush you, I will do it by physical means. Give my regards to the denizens of whatever hell your soul ends up in." Bob drew back his fist to deliver a punch that would literally take this dark skinned human's head off when a figure sprinted past Cyril and crashed into the imp knocking him to the floor. "This place has other protections and protectors," said Night Raven, though currently in civilian garb. The heroine had become worried about how much time she had been spending here, or more specifically down in the tunnels with the mutoids and the holograms, but at the moment she was glad she had. "Ah one of the big breasted bimbos that this city is infested with," laughed Bob getting to his feet. "Normally, I would be happy to see you and the entertainment your body could provide me, but today I have other, more pressing business. If you would care to take a seat, I will attend to it and come back and fuck the few brains you have out later." "Fuck you," snarled Night Raven who spun on one heel and aimed a kick at the man's head. Bob moved with deceptive speed and caught the spike heeled kick inches from his face. He held onto the heroine's ankle, making Night Raven hop awkwardly on one foot for a few seconds. Then, using her held foot as a pivot, the blonde aimed a kick at the man's groin with her free foot. It was the kind of move that only the very well trained and athletic could accomplish. Bob gave a grunt of pain as the foot connected with his genitals, but he didn't release Night Raven's foot. Instead, he just gave a heave and tossed the heroine across the room where she smashed into a wall next to the dart board and slumped down stunned. "I trust that I have made my point and that no one else will be stupid enough to get in my way?" said Bob as he started to move across the main room, heading for the basement stairs that would give him access to the tunnels and his goal of securing the reset machine for his own use. "Actually there is someone else stupid enough," said Steve as he emerged from the kitchen holding his Captain Glory shield. "Oh really," sneered Bob turning towards Steve and taking a step. "I will delay my triumph long enough to shove that pathetic artifact down your throat." Bob took another step and stepped into a black hole that had appeared from nowhere on the floor. The imp gave an inarticulate cry of rage as he vanished into the hole and then a moment later the hole itself disappeared. Thanks for the help Emily," said Steve looking over at Emily Arcand where the blind woman was still calmly knitting in one of the booths. Her small and very ugly dog that had just started to emerge from under the table with a snarl forming in its throat suddenly looked a little sheepish and sank back down onto the floor. "Just my way of thanking you for the hamburger," replied Emily nodding towards the empty plate next to her ball of wool. "What did you do with the bastard?" asked Night Raven getting to her feet and rubbing the back of her head where it had impacted the wall. "As tempted as I was, not someplace fatal, just someplace where he will fit right in," replied Emily enigmatically. * * * Bob's cry of rage was cut short when he materialized a dozen feet or so above the Delta City garbage dump and plummeted face first into it. He landed on what turned out to be some rotting tomatoes thrown out by a local restaurant and a collection of used diapers. * * * Carla found Kameron sitting in an unmarked van down the block from 10 Mulberry Road East. The blonde captain was dressed in civies, a simple top and jeans which looked really odd to Carla who was so used to seeing the blonde in her military uniform or her Omega Woman costume. Some of the experienced heroines had been rather coy about revealing their secret identities to the more junior heroines. This had rather annoyed Carla, especially since Flag Girl and Spectre girl seemed totally in the know about who was who. The really stupid thing about that coyness had been that it didn't take a C++ programmer to figure things out. Add a mask to Brenda Wade and you got Ms. Americana, likewise for Axanna Morgan and Green Spectre and the others. Carla couldn't understand why normal people couldn't do the same. It was either something in the water, or an ability restricted to aphrodites who all used the same trick. "I hope that bitch, I mean our agent got the right information," said Kameron as Carla got into the front seat of the van beside her. "That place seems totally quiet. I checked who the owner was and the records say it belongs to a Mr. Roderick Runner. He is apparently retired and a bit of a recluse. He made a pile of money on a company he founded called Acme Enterprises that was apparently sort of a pre Amazon mail order catalog business." "That sounds vaguely familiar," replied Carla scrunching up her face in thought then gave her head a shake. "No, I can't seem to place why it reminds me of something." "Maybe it will come back to you," said Kameron and she handed Carla a tiny two way radio to pin on her costume. "I will be out here monitoring things if you run into any problems. You can change into your costume in the back of the van. There aren't any windows back there and these ones in front are all one way." Carla nodded and climbed into the back to change out of her civilian clothes. She hadn't wanted to attract attention to herself by arriving in costume, carrying her shield so she now pulled her costume and shield from an extra large shopping bag and began to change. After stripping off all her civilian clothes, Carla glanced to the front of the van and could have swore she saw Kameron looking intently into the rear view mirror, but decided she must have been mistaken. Since Kameron and Omega Woman quite steadfastly proclaimed their straightness. * * * Shield slipped out the backdoor of the van which Kameron had parked in deep shadows and using more shadows, the heroine approached the wall around 10 Mulberry Road East. "This is weird," said Carla into her mic as she studied the screen of a small device she had taken from her utility belt. "What is?" asked Kameron. "I am scanning for power sources," replied Shield with a frown. "You know, cameras, electrified fences, that type of thing and I am coming up with a big fat zero." "Are you sure your equipment is working and not just a piece of crap?" asked Kameron with a touch of acerbity. "You turned down any of our equipment except the communicator." "That's because the stuff I have is better than what you have," snapped Shield. "By the time the government tenders something, gets the budget approved yada yadda, what you have is at least a version old." Shield wasn't going to tell Kameron that she either got her stuff on the black market or "stumbled over" some prototypes using her father's old connections since she didn't want to get those connections in trouble. "I'm going over the wall," whispered Shield and with a running start, the red haired heroine leapt up and swung herself onto the top of the eight foot stone wall. She paused there for several seconds, lying flat against the stone which felt cool against her breasts that were pushed into it, while she examined the ground below. Again she checked for power sources that maybe the wall had somehow hidden from the outside, found none and then satisfied she dropped to the ground below. She immediately realized something was wrong when she felt something hard under her one foot instead of soft grass or dirt. Whatever it was, it moved under her and with her arms flailing wildly to try and keep her balance Shield was carried forward several feet and then dumped on the ground, except it wasn't ground. Splash. Shield sputtered as the liquid closed around her. There had been no sign of any kind of pool from the top of the wall other than the large swimming pool behind the house. How could she have missed whatever this was? Perhaps some kind of ornamental fish pond? That didn't make sense so near the wall and far from the house where no one could appreciate it. The unexpectedness had allowed several mouthfuls to pass between Shield's lips and down her throat. It didn't taste like water and was more viscous than water. It was also slightly warm and then Shield's tastebuds began to scream signals of recognition. "Fuck, it's cum," muttered a shocked Shield as her questing fingers found the edge of the pond and then she pulled herself out onto the grass. "What did you say?" asked a concerned Kameron. "I thought I heard a splash. What happened?" "I said ‘this is fun'," lied Shield who was damned well not going to admit to the senior heroine what had happened to her. Shield knew it would be all over the She Legion in no time and she would be a laughing stock. "There is just a hole in the ground full of water from the last time it rained," continued Shield, "and I stepped in it. Damn cold and it caught me by surprise since I didn't see it in the dark." "Oh," replied Kameron, not sounding totally convinced. Carla took out a small penlight and searched the ground for what she had landed on and found an ordinary looking skateboard. On the bottom of the skateboard were the words "Made by Acme Enterprises". Carla stifled another expletive and turned back to examine the pond she had fallen into, only to find it wasn't there. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed and strode over to where she knew the cum pool had been and found no trace of it. "Now what?" asked a concerned Kameron. Shield ignored her and began to jump up and down on the spot where she knew the pool had to be. There was a sort of cracking sound from below her and the heroine had only a fleeting second to realize jumping up and down on this spot hadn't been such a great idea. Whatever had covered the pool silently while she was examining the skateboard cracked and Shield went down for the second time into the slimy depths. Splash. "I heard another splash," said Kameron. "Just another fucking puddle," snarled Shield as she tried to spit out mouthful of the warm cum as she hauled herself out of the pool for the second time. "You know, I don't remember it raining for the past three weeks," said Kameron as she wrinkled her brow in concentration. "Underground sprinkling system then," snapped Shield as she squelched her way over the grass, moving towards the house. "Oh yes, I did see those on the blueprints we were able to get for the house and grounds," agreed Kameron. "They often turn them on at night to water the grass." Almost as if on cue, Shield heard some clicking sounds and then the sound of flowing water. "Oh fuck," she said just a second before the sprinkler heads which had uncovered and produced the series of click sounds cut loose with a torrent of water. Very cold water. Trying not to curse out loud, Shield ran through the sprinklers until she reached the cement sidewalk near the house which was still high and dry. Well, the water had washed off most of the cum, but Shield was now soaked thoroughly which made her costume almost transparent and the coldness of the water had her nipples pushing through the soaked fabric. Shield walked cautiously along the wide sidewalk leading up to the house. She could see it branching off just before the front door and run around the house to the back. She felt too exposed on the walkway, but leaving it meant being further drenched by the sprinklers which had been finely tuned to leave the sidewalk dry. Suddenly, on either side of Shield, she heard an ominous click sound. You wouldn't think such a small, unobtrusive sound could be ominous, but with her nerves already on high alert, it sounded as dangerous as the rattle of a machine gun. Instantly Shield did a back flip to retreat six feet and came up in a crouch holding her shield in front of her expecting an attack. Panels slid back on either side of the sidewalk, but not in front of her, but immediately on either side of her as if someone had anticipated her strategy. Shield had just the briefest glimpse of two large, yellow objects moving towards her from either side before they smashed into her. Sponges? That was the thought distilled down to one incredulous word as the heroine felt the objects make contact with her. The sponges were about six feet tall and looked like giant sized versions of the common sponge that you would wash your car with. They molded around Shield's body and then they began to rub and vibrate. This hardly seems like much of a trap, thought Shield. That's when the sponges made contact with her already hard nipples and began to massage them gently. Shield let out a muffled moan of pleasure as she felt the stimulation of her nipples already threatening to drive her to a climax. Then one of the sponges started rubbing her pussy through her soaked costume. "What did you say Shield?" asked Kameron over the radio transceiver. "I couldn't understand that last transmission." "I ahhhhhhhhh said I was just about to cli …, I mean I am just ahhhhhh about to the house," moaned Shield. "Are you sure you are alright?" asked Kameron. "Do you need me to come assist you?" "No, I think I can cum all by myself," gasped Shield, "er I mean ahhhhhhh there is no need for you to come. I am just dealing with ahhhhhhh a few simple traps., nothing I can't ahhhhhh handle." "If you are certain," replied Kameron dubiously. "I am ahhhhhhhhhh sure," moaned Shield who then bit down on one of the sponges to prevent herself from crying out in pleasure as the vibrating, massaging sponges drove her over the edge into a magnificent orgasm. Even as her body shuddered and trembled, however, the heroine could just see the little tag on the sponge out of the corner of her eye that proudly proclaimed the sponges to be the creation of Acme Enterprises. Aftera few enjoyable moments of afterglow, , the huge sponges pulled back and contracted back into their hidden pits on either side of the sidewalk. Shield collapsed to her knees breathing hard. It took her a couple of minutes to pull herself together, pick up her shield from where it had fallen and stagger onwards towards the house. Something about this place didn't feel right to Shield. It felt more like she was in a Saturday morning cartoon, though admittedly one with a definite adult theme, than the grounds of some alt right terrorist group with stolen military grade weapons. "I'm going around to the back of the house," she reported to Kameron. "Understood," replied Kameron. "Watch your rear." "I thought that was what you were doing in the mirror," muttered Shield as she started to circle the mansion. "I didn't quite catch that," returned Kameron, though in fact she had heard it quite clearly as the mic on the communicators was very sensitive. Shield was trying to think how to respond when she heard some more of those ominous clicks.. Determined not to be herded into another trap, she just crouched in place and darted her gaze around searching for danger. A dozen or so metal arms, equipped with metal fingers rose out of the ground, each holding a circular object. Shield stood there frozen with disbelief at what she was seeing which is why the first pie caught her full in the face before she could even think to block it with her shield. Shield tasted lemon, but there was something odd about the lightly browned meringue. "Oh fuck, not more cum," moaned Shield as she involuntarily swallowed a large mouthful of the lemon and cum mixture. "What was that?" asked Kameron sitting up straight in her seat. Shield, however, was too busy to answer as pies were now coming at her from all directions. She blocked several with her shield, but there was no way to stop them all. One pie caught her in the back of her head, smearing its obscene contents all over her red hair. More and more pie wielding arms popped up from the ground all around the heroine, aiming at different parts of her body. One scored a direct hit on her pussy when she was blocking another face shot. When all the ammunition was finally exhausted, the arms sank back into the ground, leaving not a trace they had ever been there. Shield, however, was covered head to toe in the evidence. "Are you alright?" asked an increasingly concerned Kameron as she pressed her earbud tighter into her ear to try and pick up any sounds. "Just cosmetic damage," said Shield with a sigh as she surveyed her cum meringue covered body with disgust. Picking up one of the now empty pie plates, Carla turned it over and saw the words "Made by Acme Enterprises" imprinted on it. "What happened?" demanded Kameron. Shield decided there wasn't much point anymore in downplaying what had happened. "I got hit by a bunch of pies with what seems to be a cum meringue," she said and closed her eyes in anticipation of the reaction. "Cum?" asked Kameron." Are you sure?" "I do know what cum tastes like," snapped Shield, "just like you do I imagine. It's mixed in with the lemon, but yeah it's cum alright. I don't even want to think about where they got all this cum from. I'm totally covered in spunk." Kameron had to fight down the twinge that went through her pussy at this news and the image it conjured up in her mind. I am straight. I am straight. She repeated this mantra to herself several time in order to banish the traitorous thoughts that kept trying to intrude into her forebrain. I never enjoyed any of the lesbian action that I have been forced into. Once she was sure she had herself under control, Kameron typed a few queries into the laptop she had brought with her. "Well, there were a few reports of sperm banks being robbed over the last week or so," she reported. "The incidents were written off by local law enforcement as some kind of frat prank or something like that." "Apparently they were wrong," growled Shield as she wiped a huge glob of the cum meringue from her hair. "I don't know about you, but this doesn't feel like any kind of terrorist plot." Kameron stiffened in her seat. "Prax! Do you think it could be him?" "It sure as hell is a possibility," returned Shield. "If it is, I am going to take great pleasure in kicking his ass so hard he will get the hell out of Delta City and never come back." "Would you like Omega Woman to join you?" asked Kameron, not quite admitting the secret identity that she thought was still a secret from the younger heroines. "Tell her thanks, but not yet," replied Shield, deciding to be diplomatic. "I still need to confirm whether it is him, the terrorists or someone else. Hang tight." Giving up on getting anymore of the cum meringue off with nothing more than her hands, Shield continued cautiously around to the back of the house. There was still no sign of life as she regarded the large Olympic sized swimming pool and the tennis courts, both lit by bright lights despite it being well after midnight. Shield looked at the swimming pool again and an idea struck her that she quickly dismissed, but her mind kept returning to it. How could anyone in the house not know she was here already? Surely they would have gotten notification from their sprung traps? Once more the heroine pulled out her little device and scanned for energy sources and still came up blank. Shield crept over to the swimming pool, stared at the water for a moment and then dipped a finger into it to be certain. It was definitely water and not cum. No one could steal enough jizz to fill a pool this large, but she wasn't taking any chances. There was the faint taste of chlorine to the water, but it was water. "Is this communicator water proof?" asked Shield. "Absolutely to a depth of 20m," replied Kameron. "Why do you ask?" Splash. Shield didn't stay in the water for long, but it was enough to rinse almost all the lemon and cum mixture from her body. If I have to fight someone, at least I won't have to smell like some two dollar alley whore, she thought as she moved towards the back door of the house, trailing wet footprints behind her. The downside to her dunking was that she might as well not be wearing a costume as her already skimpy costume clung tightly to her curves and was almost totally transparent. Click. Shield gave a mental groan and looked around for the new threat she was sure to present itself. Damn it, she was so close to getting inside and that would surely limit the kinds of traps that could be waiting for her. The redhead's gaze swept her surroundings, but all she saw were non threatening things. There was the tennis court with the net, a couple of discarded rackets and the ball machine used for practicing. Mesmerized, Shield watched the ball machine muzzle turn and point directly at her. The ball it fired wasn't a tennis ball. It was some kind of very thin shelled thing that ruptured on impact and splattered a white slime over Shield's forehead. "I don't fucking believe this," snarled Shield as some of the goo dribbled down her face into her mouth and the familiar taste of cum excited her taste buds. The heroine was so stunned by this latest attack, she barely got her shield up in time to block the next shot aimed at her face, but she was promptly hid by three other cum balls from other ball machines that trundled out of the shadows and took aim at her. Shield could hear Kameron anxiously asking what was going on as she blocked and dodged the cum balls for the next five minutes. Finally the machines ran their reservoir of balls dry, but once again Shield was covered in a layer of jizz. Walking over to one of the ball machines, Shield was not terribly surprised to see the now familiar "Made by Acme Enterprises" stenciled on a metal part. With a sigh, Shield trudged back to the swimming pool and rinsed herself clean once again. When Shield started to pull herself up out of the pool this time, she found herself with a large, erect cock right at mouth level in front of her. She looked from the erect cock into the dark haired man's eyes and had no doubts in her mind that this was Prax. After being slathered liberally in cum laced with aphrodisiacs, Shield found she just had no willpower to resist any longer. It was in some ways, almost a relief to get it over with and remove the tension of waiting for her turn. Shield just opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of Prax's cock and began sucking on it with everything she had. "What's that strange sound?" demanded Kameron over the communicator. "It sounds like a shop vacuum going into overdrive." Prax leaned down and plucked the radio from Shield's costume and spoke into it in a perfect mimic of Shield's voice. "Sorry Kameron, I have to go radio silent for a while. I've spotted the terrorists in the house. Don't do anything unless you hear shooting." After speaking, Prax pressed the tiny button to turn the communicator off and tossed it onto the ground. He reached down and patted Shield's head gently, "that's a good girl, just keep sucking my cock like that and you will get a big reward." Shield only gave a soft murmuring sound of pleasure and attacked Prax's engorged member with greater enthusiasm. Pressing her face forward, she swallowed every hard inch, relaxing her throat to accommodate it. When her little button nose was pressed tight against Prax's stomach she paused there for a moment and rolled her eyes up to meet his, seeking approval of her accomplishment. Prax smiled and a warm glow of pleasure at pleasing him coursed through her body and then she began to slide her mouth back and forth on his shaft. The heroine took her time, enjoying the sensation of the warm cock throbbing in her mouth and in anticipating her eventual reward. When it came, it was like an oil well gushing up for the first time, sending hot, stick cum blasting down her throat in a seemingly endless quantity until her stomach couldn't hold any more and it began to back up her throat, filling her mouth and dribbling out onto the edge of the pool. When he finally finished cumming, Prax leaned down and lifted Shield out of the water and carried her almost gently towards one of the comfortable loungers surrounding the pool. He laid her down on her back and peeled off her sodden costume to reveal her naked body beneath. Shield just stared up at him with cum staining her lips and smiled. "Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked. "Do you want me to?" asked Prax, arching an eyebrow in inquiry and Prax could see the moisture glistening on the heroine's netherlips. "Fuck yes, I want it real bad," moaned Shield and she spread her legs wide in invitation. "Then it will be my great pleasure to do so," responded Prax as he crawled on top of Shield and positioned his cock at her entrance. He slowly lowered himself, penetrating her inch by inch while staring into the heroine's adoring eyes. This was the moment he loved best, the moment when the woman gave herself freely to him. It never occurred to him that his definition of freely" was rather warped by the conditioning and aphrodisiacs he applied first. Those things were totally irrelevant to him as he eased his cock into the heroine's warm, clinging pussy. When he was fully hilted inside her, Prax leaned down and kissed Shield, uncaring about the lingering taste of his own cum on her lips. Her lips parted and his tongue slid inside to exert dominance which the redhead seemed perfectly happy to accept. Slowly at first and then picking up speed, Prax began to fuck Shield. His large cock slid back and forth inside the heroine, each stroke rubbing her clit and making her moan with pleasure. For all his need to feel his own pleasure, Prax was surprisingly intent on making sure his partners in bed also enjoyed themselves. When after almost half an hour of thrusting, Prax finally came, he was glad to also see Shield's body tremble under him as she climaxed and squirted her sweet juices over his deeply buried cock. * * * Back in the van, Kameron fumed and fretted. Things weren't making sense to her. Shield's early reports had suggested they had the wrong address and there were no terrorists, but then her last message had totally contradicted that. She desperately wanted to rush in and make sure Shield was okay, either as Kameron Drake or as Omega Woman, but that was against her orders. She had been told to wait and let Shield call the shots as to whether or not she needed backup and Shield's last words to her had been to stay out. Damn it, why had Shield turned off the communicator? She could have maintained radio silence without turning it off. If it was on, Kameron could at least know what the hell was going on. Wait, there was still a way she could do that. In her frustration, Kameron had forgot there was a software override built into the communicators for situations like this. Kameron snatched up her laptop and began feverishly punching keys. It took a while, but finally she found the correct code and switched Shield's communicator back on. At first there were no voices and all Kameron could hear was some steady rhythmic noise. The sound was familiar, but the blonde captain couldn't identify it for several moments. It didn't sound metallic or wooden, but like two soft things slamming into each other repeatedly with an almost liquid overtone to it. Sudden realization dawned on Kameron and a hand flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp of recognition. Someone was getting fucked not far from the communicator and the identity of that someone was almost certainly Shield. Kameron started to get out of her seat to slip into the back of the van to change into her Omega Woman costume when she heard voices coming over the link. "Oh yeah baby, that's it fuck me," came a female voice. "You like that do you?" said a teasing male voice and the flesh on flesh sound stopped for a moment. "I fucking love it," moaned Shield. "Don't stop baby, keep fucking my ass with that big cock of yours until you cum again." Kameron hesitated and then sank back down into her seat. It sure didn't sound like Shield was in any danger and listening to them fuck had her own pussy starting to drip. Kameron glanced around at the street, forgetting for a moment about the one way windows in her need to be sure she had privacy and then she slid a hand under her skirt. Her fingers slipped into her panties and found her clit which she started to rub as she listened to the communicator with her eyes closed. "Oh yeah baby, pound my ass with that cock," gasped Shield and Kameron slid a finger into her pussy while she continued to use her thumb on her clit. She would just get herself off quickly and then she would change into Omega Woman and go nab the bastard. There was the cracking sound of a hand slapping a soft, round ass and a small squeal of what sounded more like pleasure than pain from Shield and Kameron inserted a second finger into herself. For a brief moment, she mentally castigated Shield for being so weak and easily taken by Prax. Kameron was sure that in the redhead's place, she would never have allowed herself to be so thoroughly tamed. That thought, however, was quickly pushed from her mind by another one as she imagined herself being the one lying under Prax while his mighty member ploughed her pussy. Kameron inserted a third finger inside herself as this image filled her mind. "Oh fuck yes, that's it, cum in my ass, it feels so fucking hot," moaned Shield and Kameron's eyes snapped open. Guiltily, she pulled her fingers from her snatch, aware she had diddled herself to three orgasms while eavesdropping on Shield being ravaged by Prax. How could she have done such a thing? Hurriedly she stumbled into the back of the van and began to change into her Omega Woman costume. A moment later, she slipped out the back door of the van just as Shield had done a few hours ago and she soared high over the walls and the mansion to the swimming pool. When she got there though, all she found was a very contented looking Shield with cum dribbling out of every hole. A note was stuck to one of Shield's boobs using the simple expedient of cum as glue. Omega Woman gingerly peeled the note from Shield's tit which made the redhead giggle. If you still want the terrorists, try 10 Mulberry Road West. See you soon Omega Woman." Best regards, Prax Omega Woman sighed and began to help Shield up, intending to dump her in the swimming pool one more time to clean her up before turning her attention to the terrorists. Obviously, Prax had changed the address on the paper from Darlington's safe before giving it to Esha and had been planning tonight's escapade all this time. "I don't want a bath, I feel good," giggled Shield and she slapped Omega Woman's arm away as the blonde heroine tried to lift her up out of the lounger. "You've been drugged you daft idiot," snapped Omega Woman even as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. What the hell? Oh right, Prax's cum is supposed to amp up the pheromones and Shield is covered in his spunk. Delicious smelling spunk, she thought. Would it taste as good as it smelled? There seemed to be only one logical way to find out and Omega Woman stuck out her tongue and lapped at some of the cum on Shield's tits. Mmmm, delicious! * * * Several hours later … Shield blocked the blow from the knife with her shield, then spun on her foot and delivered a kick to the man's jaw that sent him flying back to crash into a wall unconscious. Panting a little heavier than usual from all her exertions that night, Shield looked around the room and saw all the terrorists were incapacitated. "This is Shield," she said into her communicator. "You can send in a mop-up crew. I have all the bad guys ready to ship out." "Acknowledged," came Kameron's voice and Shield began to bind the wrists of the terrorists using ties taken from her utility belt. It had been a long and confusing night. She had regained consciousness back at 10 Mulberry Road East to find Omega Woman crouched between her legs licking up the cum dripping from her pussy. Shield had only flashes of memory about how that cum had gotten into her in the first place, but since Omega Woman was doing such a good job of cleaning her up, there didn't seem to be any reason to stop her. At some point after much mutual pleasuring, the pair of heroines had sobered up enough to remember their mission. Kameron had informed Major Wood of the address mix-up and she had gone into recon at the new address. She had found only half a dozen half drunk would be revolutionaries playing video games and drinking beer. She doubted these clowns could have organized a tea party from the laxness of their security and it had been gratifying to be able to take out her frustrations on them. She couldn't believe that she had let Prax get the jump on her and Kameron looked totally embarrassed every time their eyes met. There was just one thing Shield didn't understand. All those traps Prax had set for her had to have required power sources to operate and yet her state of the art detection device had not picked up the tiniest indication they were there. Suddenly, a horrible thought occurred to Shield and she pulled the small detector from her utility belt and looked at the back of it. "Made by Acme Enterprises" read the label. The End