The Perverter: Target #13 Hexanna 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, Battle Sprite, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen , Professor Pervo 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 * * * "Spirits of the light and dark, I call on thee this night," intoned Hexanna as she sat cross-legged outside the ritual pentagram drawn in blood which thankfully was only pig blood. Only extreme traditionalists demanded it be human blood these days since it had been learned that demons simply couldn't tell the difference despite the claims of a few "bloodphiles". These were often the same ones who insisted they could tell the difference between a 512 bit MP3 file and uncompressed , lossless audio files. "Send me one who has the knowledge I crave." As she finished the chant, Hexanna tossed some dried herbs into the small brazier beside her and hoped the Nightshade still held its efficacy since it had looked a little "punky" in the last shipment she had received. It probably didn't matter for the low grade love potions that hapless people wanted when they wandered into her magic store, but it might not pass the sniff test for summoning demons of the lower realms. Her worry, however, proved fruitless as a few seconds later, a figure began to form inside the pentagram. "Who dares summon the great Igneous?" roared the figure. Hexanna opened her mouth to reply and then shut it and narrowed her eyes as she examined the large, rocky looking figure whose only article of clothing was a tattered loin cloth. "Wait a damn second, you are not a demon, you are a common run of the mill ghost. In fact, you aren't even a human ghost, you are a fucking troll! What are you doing in my pentagram?" Igneous glared at the sorceress and let the edges of his form fray which he had been trying to keep together in a simulation of a solider form. "Well, you were damn careless with your words sweetie. You just specified someone who could answer your questions and didn't say it had to be a demon. I was fucking bored since there was nothing on television except that new Ghostbusters movie, the one with all the broads in it, and I had already written dozens of snarky comments on social media about it." Hexanna once again opened her mouth to speak and paused for a second time to narrow her eyes in thought. "Wait, are you telling me that all those horrible comments on social media come from an actual troll?" "Nah," replied Igneous, "just some of the better ones when I am in the mood. The truth is humans are a lot better at being nasty than demons and the undead like me. You could even say humans taught me how to behave badly, if you believe the old adage about you are what you eat!" and the troll grinned widely at this point to display a stained, but very sharp mouthful of teeth. "Writing really nasty flames though is a pretty good indication of who is eventually going to join us in the eternally hot hereafter." "Fine, whatever," said Hexanna dismissively as she waved the topic away with a gesture of her arm. "I seem to be stuck with you and you claim to know the answers I want. Tell me about the two magical beings who have been plaguing Delta City recently." "If you think there are only two magical beings running around in your precious Delta City causing trouble then you are dumber than you look," sneered Igneous. "Cut out the personal remarks and just tell me what you know," growled Hexanna raising a hand to point at the ghost. "What's in it for me?" asked Igneous with a shrug. "I am the one who conjured you, so you must obey me," snapped Hexanna. "Well that's the thing sweet tits, I am a ghost and not a demon, so that particular spell doesn't put any compulsion on me. I need something more to motivate me before I give up the goods. I am sure that is a sentiment you can get on board with considering your sexual history." "Just what is it a ghost like you could want?" demanded Hexanna. "I'm glad you asked that question babe," sneered Igneous. "What I would really haunt a place for is a subscription to Disney Plus, so I can have something decent to watch, but the Hell Cable Company has a monopoly down there and no one messes with them. Most of their executives came from AT&T, Verizon and Comcast." "What do you want then?" asked Hexanna through gritted teeth. "Strip," ordered Igneous. "What?" yelled an outraged Hexanna. "I will do no such thing!" "I guess you don't want the information I have then," leered Igneous, his undead eyes focussed on Hexanna's cleavage. "You know, the information that might save your fellow heroines from getting banged and your city from being destroyed." "Bastard," snarled Hexanna and she undid her top and dropped it onto the floor to reveal her massive globes to the ghost's leering eyes. Those massive melons were, like the rest of her curvaceous body, a light brown which might indicate her middle east origins or just someone who was well tanned. If it was the latter, it was clear she was tanned uniformly over her entire body. Each of her magnificent breasts was topped with a large, erect dark brown nipple. "Keep going honey," encouraged Igneous as he pulled his ghostly cock from his loin cloth and began to stroke it. "You have got to be kidding," replied Hexanna as she stared at the massive member the troll ghost was jerking. Damn, that thing is big, she thought as she tried to reign in her Aphrodite gene which didn't seem to care that this insubstantial cock could never provide any level of satisfaction, at least as long as she wasn't stupid enough to enter the pentagram. "Mmm, I just wish I could still slide my cock between those big mounds," moaned Igneous who paused his stroking long enough to gesture for Hexanna to continue stripping. "I hate you," hissed Hexanna, who undid her bottoms and let them slide down her legs where she kicked them off to stand there naked. "Your body is saying something else," groaned Igneous as his hands travelled back and forth along his spectral shaft as he stared at the naked sorceress. "Your nipples are hard and I can see moisture leaking from that shaved pussy of yours. Very sexy." "I did what you wanted, now give me the information," grated Hexanna. Igneous didn't stop his jerking and he kept his eyes focussed on Hexanna's body as he spoke. "The two you want to know about at the moment are the pair of imps. They are brothers, though since their mother was a real skag who put out for anything with a dick, they might have different fathers. Prax, sometimes known as the Perverter is the one going through you heroines and putting the notches on his bedpost. I have to tell you, the boys and girls in the various hells are really enjoying the show he puts on. Old Telgon is even running a book on who will be his next fuck toy. You are currently the front runner at 3:1." "Wait a second," broke in Hexanna, ignoring the comment on the odds of her being the most likely to get intimately acquainted with Prax in the near future, though her pussy gave an unconscious tingle at the thought, "imps and quasits are normally weaker demons and subservient to more powerful ones. Maybe it is their master we should really be worried about." "Times are changing honey and you can't go by what is in the Dungeons & dragons books," sneered Igneous. "Some of the imps got tired of the hellfire ceiling and struck out on their own." "Hellfire ceiling?" echoed Hexanna. Igneous rolled his eyes. "It's like the what do you call it? Oh yeah the transparent silicon ceiling you human women bitch about." "Er, do you mean ‘glass ceiling'?" Hexanna hazarded after some mental translation. "Yeah, that's the one," agreed Igneous. "All the ceilings I've seen are wood, plaster and crap like that, but it s apparently some kind of metaphor at least according to the English teacher I ate once. Anyway some of the lesser demons have got uppity and refuse to work for other demons unless they get unholy days off, dental benefits and an opportunity to move up the demonic ladder to positions of management. Of course the guys at the top told them to go to hell which didn't impress the complainers for some reason. Anyway, some of the imps turned in their resignations and struck out on their own. A few of them like Prax even have their own pocket dimensions now." "That's all very interesting, but you are not telling me anything useful" complained Hexanna as she crossed her arms over her large breasts and glared at the ghost. "My memory needs more incentive," grinned Igneous. "How about you spread those pussy lips, show me some pink and then start diddling yourself." "Pervert," snarled Hexanna, but she had gone this far, so she might as well keep going and the truth be told, the ghost had read her body's response all too well. Her Aphrodite gene didn't give a damn about how humiliated she felt or anything else for that matter. It just knew she was naked and that someone or something was jerking off to her and it was saying "Hell yes, I want to be fucked!" Hexanna widened her stance and using her fingers spread her netherlips apart to give the ghostly voyeur a good look at the pink interior of her cunt. ‘"mmm, I knew you wanted to show yourself off for me," moaned Igneous as his stroking got more rapid. "Now, play with that sweet snatch until I cum and then my memory will return I am sure." Hexanna wanted to close her eyes and try and shut out the rest of the world, so she could pretend she was alone as she did this private thing, but her body couldn't keep from staring at the ghost's large cock. Slowly, one of her fingers began to rub her clit in a circular motion while her tongue flicked over her lips without conscious direction From her mind "Oh yeah that's it," encouraged Igneous. "You like being watched. That's why you wear that skimpy costume and can't wait to take it off and show everyone your body." He sounds like some horny high school kid, thought Hexanna derisively, but she really didn't care as only the needs of her body mattered now. The sorceress slipped a finger into her wet slit and began to slide it in and out while still rubbing her clit. If there was one thing she was as good at as magic, it had to be masturbation since other than her forced sessions with various villains, it was her only real way until recently to get off. Igneous came first and the sight of his ghostly spunk hitting the invisible barrier of the pentagram and evaporating in a white cloud pushed Hexanna over the edge and she threw her head back and climaxed with a loud cry of ecstasy. Her juices squirted out to land on the floor and she had just enough presence of mind to make sure they didn't hit the outlines of the pentagram and punch a hole through it and its protection. It took a few minutes for the dark haired sorceress to regain her composure and her feet. She disdained putting her clothes back on as there seemed little point in false modesty after her performance. "Now the rest of the information you have troll, or I will put my mind to devising something suitably horrible as punishment. I know a few of those television executives who are running cable in the hell dimensions and I am sure I could arrange for your television to carry nothing but reruns of Gilligan's Island." That got a look of fear from Igneous, but he rallied quickly. "I would tell you to not get your panties in a knot," snickered Igneous, "but you aren't wearing any at the moment. You kept your part of the deal, however, so here is what I know. Prax's brother or maybe half brother is an imp called Bzyxwob. Apparently it is a very traditional imp name, but for obvious reasons, he shortens it to Bob when dealing with humans and he is forced to give a name. He also loves to give out a totally bullshit story about how if he is tricked into saying his name backwards, he will be banished to his home dimension for some period of time. Normally, he says 48 hours, but he uses different numbers depending on what lie he thinks will work. It is the closest thing to a sense of humour he has, at least in the way humans understand humour since Bob is obviously the same frontwards and backwards." "So, how do we get rid of him?" asked Hexanna. "Is killing him the only way?" "Imps are not easy to kill big tits," snorted Igneous. "Oh, you can cut off his head and it will take him a week or two to put himself back together, but he will and knowing Bob, he will come back for revenge in a big and bloody way. The thing is that Prax while an asshole from your perspective of preferring consent is not terribly dangerous. I don't know if he has ever killed anyone except maybe by accident such as too many orgasms in too short a time. He just wants to get his rocks off and the set-up is as much fun for him as the actual sex is. Bob on the other hand rather enjoys a little or even a lot of blood and death on the way to sex." "That still doesn't tell me how to get rid of an imp," snapped Hexanna. "You can get rid of imps or at least forbid him from returning by feeding him a potion made of imp semen mixed with the juices of 13 women an imp has copulated with. These juices and semen having been directly retrieved by the tongue of the one who gives the imp the potion. Besides the jizz, you need the juice from a leaf of the Nookie plant, a pinch of powdered Striped Snatch mushroom and seven grains of purple salt. The potion must be stirred with a crystal rod from the dimension of Zarcon the lizard king at exactly midnight and will retain its potency for only 24 hours afterwards." "That's fucking wonderful," growled Hexanna, "whatever happened to the old tried and true methods like cold steel?" "Times change jugs," replied Igneous with a shrug. "A couple of other things you should know. A simple banishment spell has to be said once the imp drinks the potion. You know the parameters of such a spell I presume?" "Yes, of course," snapped Hexanna irritably. "I have been doing magic for a couple thousand years if you recall. Unless the spell specifies another length of time, the banishment will last for one hundred years and the time if mentioned cannot exceed that hundred years. Also, there must be a condition on the spell that will allow the demon spawn to return sooner if the condition is met. The condition can be very unlikely such as there be no sun at noon, but it must have at least some slim possibility of happening which in the sun example would be a total eclipse at noon." "Yeah, I can see you are an experienced magic user and know all the ins and outs," leered Igneous. He only added mentally that it is too bad you are so fucking gullible and didn't notice little things like how he had crossed his fingers behind his back at a very small, but significant point of his recitation. He had been promised anything he wanted for that little deception and Igneous had his heart set on that Disney Plus subscription. "Your kind have to get up damn early to put one over on me," smirked Hexanna and with nothing more than an abrupt hand gesture, dispatched the troll ghost back to wherever he had come from. "Well, at least no one saw me making a slut out of myself," she muttered. "O, I wouldn't say that Hexxy," said her Skull Staff from it's position leaning against a wall where it had observed the entire performance. Unlike his over confident mistress, it had noticed the discrepancy in the ghost's account of how to get rid of a demon, but decided to say nothing about it for now since it promised to provide him with future entertainment. "I really like that PVR upgrade you gave me last month when you were trying to debunk that fake wizard. I got your whole performance in 4K HD. All I can say is va va voom. That video is going to entertain me on many a long cold night after this." "Lecherous pervert," replied Hexanna glaring at the staff which didn't faze it in the slightest as the sorceress was still naked with her juices drying on her inner thighs. ** * "I am going to flay the skin from their bodies. After that, I will cover them with insects that will burrow into their bloody flesh and consume them slowly and painfully. Finally, I will turn their bones into molten sulfur and laugh while they scream in agony." Prax looked up as his brother slumped down on the park bench next to him where he had been throwing peanuts to the ducks. "You don't get many second dates do you?" he mocked and ran his hands through the blonde hair of the female jogger he had ordered to stop and service him. The college student's halter top was pulled up over her firm, round tits to expose them as her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. "I was referring to the damned Aphrodite whores who infest this city," snarled Bob. He looked at the cock slurping blonde and raised an eyebrow at Prax. "Want to share, or do you have a spare lying around I can use?" Prax sighed and snapped his fingers at a young African-American coed jogging by and trying to ignore the kneeling blonde and what she was doing. "You," ordered Prax, "get on your knees and service my friend with your mouth like a good little human whore." Immediately, the girl went from disdain to compliance as she fell to her knees and after freeing Bob's cock, stuffed it into her mouth and began to suck on it happily. "You are welcome," said Prax sarcastically when Bob said nothing. "I take it your attack on this Sanctuary place didn't go well?" "That would be a fair assumption," agreed Bob as he mentally made his cock bigger so he could make the kneeling bitch choke more on it. "It pains me to say this brother, but I need your help. Between the two of us, they will fall and this city and that device will be mine, er ours." Prax ignored the slip of the tongue that revealed his brother's true intentions since he had expected nothing less since Bob was an imp like himself. "I told you before dear brother that your dreams of conquest and ruling have no interest for me." "Maybe they should," argued Bob. "Aren't you tired of moving from place to place, having your fun with the local whores until the magic users who live there unite and drive you out or banish you back to your pitiful excuse for a home dimension." "There is no place so crumbled as home," agreed Prax with a grimace, "but I go where I will and in my own time." "Yeah, keep telling yourself that," replied Bob who added another inch to his cock to see if the bitch between his legs could take it before passing out. "With the reset device in our possession and under our control, you could stay here as long as you wanted. There may be good looking whores in other places, but none of them have the abundance of Delta City. Who knows, once the device is ours, its power might be extended to the rest of this world and beyond." "I will give your offer some thought," replied Prax after a moment. "I recently learned that some of the magic users of this city are starting to plot against me and I am not ready to move on yet." The Perverter lapsed into silence again as he felt his balls tighten and with a low moan of pleasure, he began to pump his load into the blonde's mouth. The girl was cute enough, but no Aphrodite and so unable to keep up with the quantity of cum he was blasting into her mouth. It trickled out her lips and down her chin in a waterfall to land on her exposed boobs. "You know how to find me," gasped Bob as he too began to deliver a massive load of jizz into the girl who had been blowing him. It turned out she had not been able to take that last inch and had passed out with his cock firmly lodged in her throat. When he had finished cumming, Bob got to his feet, tucked his cock back into his pants, stepped over the unconscious or possibly dead girl and walked away whistling. Prax looked down at the unconscious girl and frowned. She was alive, but wouldn't be for long as his brother had severely damaged her throat and she was having trouble getting oxygen into her lungs. Human lives were insignificant, but this casual discarding of a beautiful woman bothered him. It shouldn't, but it did. Prax took out his cell phone and snapped his fingers at it to make it dial 911. "Yes, you need to send an ambulance to the benches near the duck pond in Perez Park. If she is on duty, I would highly recommend sending Ms. Sanchez. No, I am not going to give my name or be here when they arrive. I suggest you hurry," and he disconnected. "Wait here and flag down the ambulance," he told the blonde and walked off in the opposite direction of Bob. * * * The six senior heroines sat round the conference table at She Legion HQ in a council of war. Some of the junior heroines were a little pissed at being excluded, but the pheromones they were pumping out after their encounters with Prax would soon have reduced the meeting to a full out orgy. As it was, Got Gal was only attending virtually as she had also been one of Prax's conquests. "That's all I was able to find out," concluded Hexanna as she finished her edited account of her conversation with Igneous. It hadn't seemed relevant to her to mention exactly how she had coaxed the information from the troll ghost. "Do you think we can trust this Igneous?" asked Green Spectre. Hexanna shrugged. "Mostly," she finally admitted. "I got the impression he was still withholding something, but I couldn't tell you what." "So, we seem to have six things to accomplish," said Omega Woman, looking up from the note pad where she had been busy writing while Hexanna spoke. First, we need 13 samples of imp spunk collected from 13 different women." Tactfully, the blonde heroine didn't mention the method of collection as she continued. "Numbers two, three and four are all fetching the other weird ingredients, the leaf, the mushroom and the purple salt. I don't suppose those are simple off the shelf items you have in your shop?" When Hexanna shook her head in the negative, the busty, blonde heroine went on. "Fifth, we need to get this crystal rod thing from wherever this Zarcon dude lives. Sixth and lastly, we have to somehow trick the imps into drinking the thing. No problems there whatsoever as far as I can see." This latter was said with bitter sarcasm as she tossed her pen onto her notepad in disgust. "I don't want to be crude," said Lady Midnight into the silence that followed, "but by my count Prax has nailed a dozen of us already. Doesn't that mean we only have one more sample to collect?" "We have zilch," said Hexanna. "We didn't know about the potion, so no one saved any of his cum and certainly not extracted in the proscribed manner." "That means we have to let both of the imps fuck 13 of us?" asked Lady Midnight in a disgusted voice. "Maybe we should just invite them here for a huge fucking orgy!" "I am sure they would love that," agreed Hexanna, "but they wouldn't go for it." When the dark skinned heroine shot her a puzzled look, Hexanna explained. "They know what the banishment spell is and wouldn't fall for it. Banishing an inhabitant of one of the lower realms isn't like what they put in a Dungeons & Dragons manual. That is all mumbo jumbo made up by some pimply faced kids in their parent's basements. Each imp, demon or other such being crafts their own secret banishment spell. They have to have one as a requirement for moving across dimensions, but they try and keep it as secret as possible. If we suddenly just hung out the "Come Fuck Us' sign, they would smell a rat." "So, we are screwed, or rather not screwed properly," said Green Spectre. "The problem seems insurmountable when taken as a totality," said Ms. Americana, "but I've learned that an insurmountable problem can be solved sometimes by breaking it up into smaller sub problems. Let's consider the six things Omega Woman laid out as the sub problems. Are there any of those that we can see a solution to?" "Well, the easiest one and that isn't going to be a walk in the park is to get the crystal rod from Zarcon," said Hexanna, rubbing her chin in thought. "Zarcon isn't a demon and in fact, he might be the closest thing to a neutral party in our conflict." "How so?" asked Ms. Americana. "He doesn't much care for demons as they have tried to invade his realm on numerous occasions," replied Hexanna. "On the other hand, he also isn't that fond of humans. If the legends are to be believed, Zarcon came from our world and he and his people were descended from reptiles going back to the dinosaurs, just as evolution wise we are descended from a common ancestor with the other primates. Humans grew and multiplied and if they didn't hunt the lizard folk, which I cant discount, they certainly outcompeted them almost driving them to extinction before Zarcon opened a gateway to another realm and left earth behind. Since then, he has conducted some sporadic raids back here, but no one has seen hide or scale of him for several hundred years." "It doesn't sound like he is likely to want to help us," said Ms. Americana doubtfully. "We don't have any choice, but to try," answered Hexanna. "The question is who do we send to try and get the crystal rod from him?" "Maybe we should send a large enough group to take it by force if necessary?" suggested Omega Woman. "If we try force and fail, there is no way Zarcon will help us," replied Hexanna. "He is a powerful wizard, on his home turf and with how many thousands of warriors I can't even guess at." Got Gal had been trying to concentrate on the conversation, but it was hard, mainly because Got Chic was kneeling under her desk out of camera sight licking her pussy. It felt so good, it was all Got Gal could do to not give it away by moaning aloud. When she had first taken Anita on as her sidekick, it had all been a proper mentor and student relationship, but then there had come the rapes by various weird monsters and creatures that they had shared. That shared experience had brought them closer together and then one day some villain or other had got them so worked up they made out with each other while he watched. After that, they hadn't needed to be forced to enjoy each other's body on a regular basis. It wasn't exactly a secret, but they also didn't advertise it even to their fellow heroines. Now as Anita pleasured her and Got Gal heard about Zorcan, she felt her Got Emerald respond and double the pleasure she was feeling. She heard a gasp from Got Chic and knew her own jewel had reacted similarly. The Got Goddess was a sex and fertility goddess and Got Gal was pretty sure it was the jewel that often drove them into sexually dangerous situations as if wanting them to be ravished. The heroine wasn't sure if it was a defect in her own mind or the jewel at work, but the thought of being taken by the most weird and disgusting things made her pussy tingle and her orgasms twice as good even as she tried to protest her ravishment by those self same things. "I'll go to see this Zarcon," Got Gal heard herself saying before her conscious mind caught up with her mouth. The blonde felt Anita's tongue stab deep into her pussy and knew instantly what that meant. "I mean, Got Chic and I will go see Zarcon." "Are you sure you want to do that?" asked Hexanna. "It will be highly dangerous and er possibly um a bit weird." The sorceress exchanged looks with Ms. Americana and the other senior heroines. Some of them had noticed the Got Gal's tendency to end up in bed with what could at best be called rather unconventional sex partners. "we're sure," gasped Got Gal as Got Chic emphasised her own desire to go by wrapping her lips around her mentor's clit and flicking it with her tongue. "Ok, that takes care of how to deal with one problem," said Hexanna finally. "What about the other five?" "I have an idea about how we could collect the sperm samples without alerting the imps," spoke up Green Spectre, "but I doubt you are going to like it." "I can't imagine any way that we would like," snorted Lady Midnight, "so you might as well go for it." In response, Green Spectre pressed a button on the control console in front of her and the large wall screen lit up showing what the heroines had taken to calling the "Mutoid Cam". The first image that greeted their eyes were two copies of Amazing Babe locked in a 69 position eating each other out enthusiastically. "Er, does that constitute incest or masturbation?" asked Omega Woman after several seconds of intense study by the entire group had passed. "I hope there is a good reason for showing us that," gasped Ms. Americana as she finally managed to tear her gaze away from the screen to look at Green Spectre. "I have been monitoring the feed only to make sure the security on the reset device was not breached," replied Green Spectre, though she knew the hours she had spent watching had been more than what was required for security and that the AI systems could have done it just as well. "I suspect our two imps would find it hard to resist playing with partners that could take any form they wanted and do anything they wanted with a smile on their lips." "From the sounds of things, Prax gets the latter already," muttered Lady Midnight and she glanced towards the screen with Got Gals face on it and wondered why the blonde heroine was looking so odd. "Perhaps," agreed Green Spectre, "but the holograms can deliver things that the real us cannot." The green clad blonde pressed another button and a new image was brought up. This one showed a copy of Omega Woman with a cock pounding a version of Night Raven doggy style. "Those holograms are so damn realistic that it is hard to tell them from the real thing," noted a stunned Ms. Americana. "If I didn't know better, I would swear that is the real Night Raven." "Well, I can assure you that isn't the real me," growled Omega Woman. ‘I don't have that kind of equipment down there!" "So, what exactly is your idea and how does it relate to the holograms?" asked Lady Midnight,. She had a pretty good idea, but she wanted Green Spectre to be the one to spell it out. "We arrange for the imps to think they can have all the fun they want with the holograms, while we take the place of the holograms," said Green Spectre and a shiver of some emotion ran through her body even as she gave voice to her own idea. "We then harvest the sperm to make the potion we need." "That's sick enough to work," replied Omega Woman as she watched her holographic copy blast a massive load of warm cum over Night Raven's face. "I think we can get Kellog to talk the mutoids into letting us borrow their space for the deed," said Ms. Americana. "Er, knowing them, they might want some kind of payment and I don't mean money either." "The day just gets better and better," groaned Lady Midnight. What about this leaf, the mushroom and the purple salt?" asked Ms. Americana looking at Hexnna. "Where do we get those things?" "The Nookie plant is found only in certain parts of Africa," mused Hexanna. "The mushroom is closer to home, Southern Texas and Mexico mainly, while the purple salt comes from a few volcanic islands near the equator." "It looks like we will need three teams to retrieve those three ingredients," said Ms. Americana. "Well the Got Gals are looking after the crystal rod and Zarcon," said Omega Woman, "and I suggest it would be best if the five of us stayed home. Prax is bound to be keeping a close eye on us as we are the only ones left he hasn't nailed. That means it is going to be up to the others to fetch those three things." "Since the Nookie plant is in Africa, that sounds like a job for Jungle Babe," put in Green Spectre. "Yes and she can probably get Lady Kraft to help," agreed Ms. Americana biting her lower lip. "I think I will send Champion Girl with them to add a little more muscle if it is needed." "Well if the mushroom is in Texas and Mexico, then Wolf Woman seems to be a logical choice for that job," said Lady Midnight. "She and Texas Star are good together, and I am sure TS will help out. Do you want to supplement that team also?" "Yes," replied Ms. Americana after some thought. "Power Lass could use the experience and boosts their muscle considerably as she is probably our strongest member after Omega Woman," and she inclined her head towards the blonde. "So who does that leave for the purple salt?" asked Omega Woman as she ran through their list of members in her mind. "I was thinking of Amazing Babe for starters," said Ms. Americana. "She is a bit inexperienced as well, but we can add Shield who has good tactical skills and Flag Girl for muscle and to keep her from driving me insane. I want to leave Night Raven to liaison with Sanctuary and the mutoids and I suspect Green Spectre would prefer to keep Spectre Girl close to her." "You have that right," agreed Green Spectre. What about Azure Angel? You didn't mention her". "Amazing Babe told me that Yumi has been acting very secretive since her encounter with Prax," said Ms. Americana. "Something is going on with her, possibly some PTSD. We really need to look into the idea of finding a therapist who can help us with the unique issues we encounter. Our Aphrodite genes help us bounce back and recover quickly physically, but sometimes I worry about the mental toll the attacks take on us. I am going to leave Yumi alone for now and she can be sort of a reserve if one of the teams runs into trouble or something else comes up." "That still leaves the last problem ," noted Hexanna. "How do we get the imps to drink the potion if they are suspicious and which two of us get to be the ones to try it? Keep in mind, whoever gets that honour is also the one who has to collect the sperm samples in the way specified by the banishment ritual." This question was met by a long silence that was finally broken by a sigh from Ms. Americana. "As the leader of the She Legion, I am afraid it is my duty to volunteer for one of the spots." The Queen of Justice found it difficult to meet the eyes of her fellow heroines as she knew they were all considering the procedure and what it would entail. "It isn't like I haven't done that kind of thing before," Ms. Americana finally said with a touch of defiance in her voice, "and with most if not all of you already," she added. "I guess I have the seniority for the other spot," said Hexanna with a sigh. "Besides, this whole thing was my idea in the first place. It is up to me to make sure the information I got was accurate." "Well, now that we have two lovely volunteers," said Green Spectre, "there is still the problem of how to convince the imps to drink the damn potion. We can accomplish everything else, but the whole plan fails if we can't accomplish that bit." "I think we are just going to have to cross that bridge when we come to it," said Ms. Americana finally. "Maybe by the time we have gathered all the components, something will occur to us." The silence that followed was broken by a loud moan and all heads turned to look at the video screen where Got Gal had gone cross eyed and was lolling back in her chair panting like a steam engine going up a steep grade. "I think we know where Got Chic has been during the entire meeting," snickered Green Spectre. * * * Even as the senior heroines had been discussing her, Azure Angel stepped cautiously into the seemingly empty basement room of the former Alpha Delta fraternity house. The room lights were not on and the only illumination came from a few dirty windows set high up on the walls, providing plenty of shadows for an attacker to lurk in. It had taken her longer than usual to shake Carla, who persisted in trying to follow her when Yumi slipped out of their dorm at night. It wasn't that she was doing anything shameful, rather the opposite, Yumi felt she was finally starting to live up to her youthful boasts of being a ninja. It was just she felt it should be personal and private at least for now, though perhaps she would share her experiences with her friends at some point in the future. The important thing for now was not to let herself get distracted and to concentrate all her attention on this empty room. Empty, until a figure stepped out of the shadows with impossible silence and quickness and swung a sword at her head. There was a clash of wood on wood as Azure Angel parried the stroke with her own booken , but even as she tried to launch her own attack, the figure disappeared back into the shadows and the room was once again empty except her. Abruptly a spotlight \turned on, shining directly in the young heroine's face. Yumi snapped her eyes closed automatically and threw her body into a sideways roll even as her fingers sought out a pouch on her belt from which she produced a simple flat stone that she tossed blind at the light. There was a tinkle of broken glass as the bulb broke and once more the room was returned to blackness. Yumi threw herself to her right in another roll and felt something swish through the air where she had been a millisecond before. Angel sensed something else moving through the darkness and blocked it with her booken. The heroine swept her leg out and felt it connect with a body, sending it toppling to the floor. Without hesitating, Azure Angel brought her sword down on where the body should be, but it had already rolled clear. Someone behind her now, perhaps sensed only by the movement of a few molecules of air and Yumi moved her booken behind her back to block the new attack. Even as there was another clash of wood, Yumi spun and caught her attacker with a kick knocking him backwards. Tuck and roll now under a kick from the second attacker knocking the woman off balance and it was a woman from the nearly subliminal smell. Reaching around in the dark, Yumi grabbed one of the woman's legs and tossed her in the exact same direction as the first male attacker. She heard a thud as flesh collided on flesh. "Lights," said a male voice, sounding slightly out of breath. This time the overhead lights came on, but dimly and slowly so as not to blind a person unnecessarily and Yumi saw two figures picking themselves off the floor. "Well done," said the woman who had somehow held onto the two wooden booken she carried. "Well done indeed," said the man saluting her with his own booken. "I have had excellent teachers," replied Yumi with a bow. "Bruised ones at least," replied the woman with a smile. Yumi regarded Li Wei and Sara with a mixture of affection and respect as they moved towards her. Ever since the humiliation by Prax, she had spent every night training with the pair who combined the fighting styles of the legendary samurai with that of the feared ninja. They were not the false images created by Hollywood, but the authentic thing. "I am ready to resume my lessons at your convenience," she said with another bow. "Then you will be waiting a long time," said Li Wei with a small smile on his lips as he returned the bow. "I don't understand," said a confused Yumi. "Have I done anything to disgrace myself or offend you my esteemed teachers?" "Quite the opposite," said Sara. "Tonight was your graduation exercise. There is no more we can teach you." "I must humbly disagree," replied Yumi. "Your experience and knowledge is still much superior to my own." "Experience cannot be taught," said Sara, "and your Aphrodite gifted abilities with our training have already made you our match if not our superior. We might just have reserved a very few tricks that we might use on an uppity student, but you are ready to fulfill your destiny." "What is my destiny?" asked Yumi. "Why, to discover what it is," laughed Li Wei. "Everyone has a destiny child. The meaning of life is to discover what yours is as it is for all who live." "I still wish you would continue to teach me more," said Yumi, "but I must bow to your wisdom in this matter. At least this time I have not disgraced myself as I have in the past with my training." Li Wei shook his head. "The failure in your past training was not with you, but with those who tried to train you in the traditional ways without taking into account your specialness." Yumi couldn't help herself and blushed slightly as she looked down at her chest. "He did not mean your boobs young one," laughed Sara as she elbowed Li Wei in the ribs, "or not totally at least. No teacher of ninjitsu or of a samurai ever had instructed an Aphrodite as yourself and they failed to compensate for the difference that made." "As with all warriors, you will still need to constantly practice to hone your skills," said Li Wei, "but your feet are now set on the proper path. We are proud of you and have this gift to present you with as a token of your success." He took a gold chain from his pocket on which a small light blue gem dangled. "With your permission?" he asked. Yumi nodded and he stepped forward and placed it around her neck. "Well done," said Sara, "you hardly even looked down at her cleavage at all when you did that." "I think your eyes begin to fail you my dear," said Li Wei to Sara and turned back to Yumi. "The stone is a family heirloom that we were charged to give you when you proved worthy of it. Touch it and think of a Jo." Puzzled, Yumi did as she was told and found herself holding a staff made of white oak, some 56 inches long and an inch in diameter. "Touch the stone again," commanded Sara and when the young heroine did so, the Jo vanished. "The gem can provide a number of weapons upon request by the rightful owner only," said Li Wei. "Until your powers increase, it will only summon the Jo, but it is capable of nearly any type of traditional weapon as you learn more. You will also find that chain cannot be cut or broken and can now only be removed by you." "I cannot find the words to thank you enough for this gift," said Yumi softly with yet another bow. "Then do not try my dear," said Sara. "Now you should go quickly. Your friend Carla is searching for you. She is an amazingly persistent and talented young woman in her own right. I believe she is employing some very sophisticated tracking devices in her determination to find you." "Will I see you again?" asked Yumi as she paused and turned on the bottom step. "It is a large universe," replied Li Wei, "but all things are possible." When Yumi had gone, the man turned to Sara. "What do you think my wife? Have we done well by her?" "As well as we could my husband," replied Sara. "We have given her the chance to survive the storms to come, but it will still be up to her to weather them." Li Wei nodded. "Do you think she suspects we are her parents?" "Are we?" replied Sara with a smile. "The universe keeps changing. One day we were a pair of exiles from our own people for daring to love each other, and the next day we were raising a child in America and teaching her how to ride a bicycle. Then it all changed again. Only the bond that lies between us enabled us to find each other and her again. At this point, I no longer know what reality is." "I know this much about reality," said Li Wei with a smile as he extended his arm to his wife. "I know I am taking the most beautiful woman in the world to a movie tonight. I want to see if this Shang Chi movie is at all true to our traditions and I want some popcorn." "Well, I did make you watch Black Widow with me," replied Sara taking his arm, "so I suppose I owe you this one." * * * Hexanna went to her magic school from She Legion HQ as she needed to research how to open a portal into Zarcon's realm for the Got Gal's mission. She had also felt an increasing sense of worry and foreboding about her students as the meeting had gone on. There were days she wished she had stronger precognitive powers, but all she had were vague feelings that something was wrong. When she got to the school, Hexanna called Nefertari and Harry, her two teachers and assistants, into her office. "Are all the students present and accounted for?" "Everyone is in the building except Piya and Serena," said Harry promptly after glancing at Nefertari who nodded her head in agreement. "After classes, they asked to go to do some shopping." "Piya needed to buy a new bra," said Nefertari with a smile. "She has been developing quite a bit over the last few months since she became 18. I think it has been very distracting for Harry in class." "It's hard not to notice," protested Harry, "but you know I would never do anything improper with a student." "That's true," agreed Nefertari with another somewhat lewder smile. "If Leila found out you were fooling around behind her back, she would shoot off your testicles." Hexanna gave a nod of mental agreement. Officer Leila McSweeney, the policewoman who patrolled the area where Hexanna's magic shop was located, had definitely taken a shine to young Harry. While Hexanna agreed with Nefertari that Harry would never be unprofessional with any student, no matter how attractive and nubile they were, Harry was, however, a very active participant in some of the long "staff meetings" the three of them held once a week. After discussing student progress and upcoming events, a little unwinding was surely only to be expected, especially when some of the discussion had dealt with the details of love, sex and fertility spells. Actually, Leila and Nefertari's partner Nevada Jones sometimes had joined them as "special guests" at those extended staff meetings which had only made them last longer for some strange reason. "I've got a bad feeling about things," said Hexanna vaguely as she brought her thoughts back to the present with some difficulty as her body remembered Harry banging her from behind at the last meeting while she had ate Leila out. "Please let me know as soon as that pair are back, or if they seem late." Nefertari and Harry both nodded their understanding and left her office. An hour later, Hexanna was still worrying when Nefertari hurried into her office with Piya and Serena in tow. "Our little lambs are back safe and sound," said the statuesque, dark skinned teacher, "but they had a bit of an adventure I thought you should hear about." Hexanna waved everyone into chairs and then gestured for the pair to report. After glancing at each other, it was Piya who began the tale. "We were in the lingerie department at Wade Mart," said the girl, blushing slightly. "There was a guy there looking around, but we didn't think too much of it at first. We thought he was like some clueless husband looking for something to buy his girlfriend or wife." "We pretty much just ignored him," said Serena, though Hexanna thought privately that the flirtatious British girl was probably more on the "less" side when it came to ignoring cute guys. "Suddenly, he comes up to Piya and me holding this sheer nightgown and asked what we thought of it. Piya and I looked at it and I said it looked nice and his wife would probably love it. He said he wasn't sure and asked if one of us wanted to try it on and model it for him. That sort of freaked us out and I waved at the lady who looks after the change rooms. She is pretty old, at least 35, but still not bad looking with big boobies, though not as big as Piya is now." "That's not terribly important," broke in Piya and resuming the story. "The woman's name tag said she was called Regan and she asked what was going on. I thought the guy would take off, but he just calmly turned to Regan and explained how he had asked us to model the outfit for him. She looked like she was getting real angry and was about to yell for security or something when the man just smiled and suggested that maybe she would try it on for him instead." "It was so weird," burst in Serena. "Her face got all smiley and she said she would be glad to and took the lingerie from him and went into the change room. Piya and I just stood there gaping and wondering what the hell was going on. A little while later the change room door opens and Regan steps out wearing the outfit. That thing was so sheer, it wasn't hiding anything and I mean anything. We could see her nipples and they were real hard and even her pussy was clearly visible through it." "That's when it got even weirder," said Piya. "The guy walked over to Regan and told her how sexy she looked and that she should get down on her knees and suck his …," Piya hesitated as she met Hexanna's eyes and blushed before going on, "… his cock. That's the word he used right there in the middle of the store. Serena and I kept waiting for Regan to scream or something, but she just knelt down there in the middle of the store and took out his cock and started to suck on it." "She looked like she was sucking on the sweetest lollypop in the world," interrupted Serena. "I never saw anyone go to town like that sucking a cock." The girl stopped when she saw the slight frown on Hexanna's face. "Er, I mean I never heard any of my friends describe someone doing it with um such enthusiasm. I mean she swallowed the entire thing and it was pretty damn big, a lot bigger than any cock I ever um heard of." "I think you better let me finish the story while you cool down," Piya smirked at her friend. "We watched until he began to cum and boy did he make a mess of her face. Then he turned and looked at us, smiled and told us to tell you that you were next. We got the hell out of there then and got home as quick as we could" "After a stop at a Dairy Queen?" suggested Hexanna noting the bit of what looked like strawberry sauce on Piya's top." "Um, yeah," admitted Piya with another little blush. "we were um kind of hungry and we wanted to talk about what we had seen." "Well there was no harm done and you are back safe and sound," soothed Hexanna. "You both should go and wash up for supper, assuming you still are hungry." "I'm always hungry," moaned Serena as she and Piya got up. "Do you know who this guy is and what he meant when he said you were next?" Serena did her best to look innocent, but it wasn't a quality she normally cultivated, so she wasn't very good at concealing her suspicions. "I'm sure I don't know," replied Hexanna as Nefertari did her best not to roll her eyes as she ushered the two students out. * * * After supper, Hexanna was still restless and found it hard to concentrate on her research. Getting up, she walked to the window and looked out at the street. She stifled a gasp when she saw a dark haired man standing under a streetlight across the road. He looked up directly at her, smiled and gave a small wave. The sorceress stifled a gasp and backed hurriedly away from the window. An hour later when she gathered up her courage to look again he was gone, but an hour after that he was back as if playing some cat and mouse game with her. After the second viewing, Hexanna turned out her lights and after making sure the protective wards around the school had been strengthened, she hurried off to bed. In the morning, Hexanna left the students to Nefertari and Harry and went to her magic shop. She still hadn't found how to open a portal to Zarcon's dimension and she kept some of her more dangerous books at the shop as far away from young prying eyes as she could. She had a handful of customers come in during the morning and had just found something promising in her research when she looked out the front window and saw the dark haired man peering in at her. Hexanna chewed on her lower lip as she considered her options. Prax was apparently going to stalk her to get his jollies and the longer he hung around, the more danger it put her students like Piya in. It would also make it difficult to do the research she needed and to open the portal for the Got Gals. There seemed to be only one thing for her to do. The dark haired sorceress walked to the front door, flipped the sign over to "Closed" and stuck her head out. "You might as well come in," she said. Prax smiled at her and stepped into the shop. While she closed and locked the door, he walked around the shop examining the contents of the shelves. "I don't understand," he said gesturing at the shelves. "Most of these trinkets and potions are little more than a placebo. What purpose do they serve? I can sense you are a powerful magic wielder, so what is all this about?" "I get a few different types of people in here," replied Hexanna, surprised at what seemed genuine puzzlement and interest on the imp's part. She had only expected to be the object of his sexual desires and not to have any kind of meaningful conversation. "The first type are those who seek a magical solution to everyday, simple problems, most often related to love and relationships. I give them things like simple love potions that are nothing more than mild aphrodisiacs and harmless natural stimulants. They bolster the confidence of the recipient and often that is all that is needed." "Fascinating," murmured Prax, "and the other type that come in here?" "Those are the ones who aspire to become magic users in their own right," replied Hexanna. "Most of them have little or no occult ability and go away with books of harmless spells and trinkets that produce a little light and sound show so they can demonstrate their magic to themselves and others like them in the little covens they create often under the guise of a book club. A very few, however, have some real natural talent for magic. They can be dangerous to themselves and others if left to experiment without guidance. I provide that guidance. To keep them safe. I started my magic school for the cream of that crop, those young enough who can with teaching become true witches and sorceresses." "I see," said Prax. "I walk among you humans all the time, but it is hard to think of you as much more than intelligent ants." "Yet you seek us out and can't seem to live without what we can offer," pointed out Hexanna. "We don't bed down with ants." Ok, maybe the Got Gals did that one time with those huge mutant ones that lived near an illegal toxic waste dump, but that was the exception to the rule. "I may be an imp, but I am a physical being and so require pleasure like all physical beings," replied Prax with a shrug. "Humans prefer to get that physical pleasure as you called it by consensual means," bristled Hexanna. "Really?" replied Prax with an arch of an eyebrow. "I've observed humans for centuries and I certainly didn't get that impression. All those terms I have heard in your news, things like sexual harassment, sexual assault, date rape and others. That hardly seems like your fairy world of consent." "It's a work in progress," grumbled Hexanna. "WE are getting there, but then people like you come along and ignore all the progress we have been making." "The strong take what they want," said Prax. "That is the way of the world. Still, I am not nearly so crass as my …," he stopped himself, "… as crass as some others I know. In the end, those I have sex with find it tremendously enjoyable." "After you amp up their libido with aphrodisiac's and other methods of stimulation so they really have no free will left by the time they end up in your bed," countered Hexanna. "What do ants want with free will?" asked Prax looking genuinely puzzled. "We are back to being ants again," noted Hexanna. "You really need to expand your horizons and see humans as something much more." "I really don't see the need," replied Prax and then he frowned at her. "I was only in the middle of my plan to lure you into my bed. Why did you open the door and invite me in?" "I wanted to give you a special gift," replied Hexanna as she met his eyes directly. "And what is that?" asked Prax, once again arching an eyebrow. "Something I doubt you have ever had before," replied Hexanna as she undid her top and let it fall to the floor. "The gift of having a woman who gives herself to you freely without any of your manipulations." When Prax didn't say or do anything, Hexanna slipped out of her bottoms to stand there naked in front of him. She cupped and fondled her breasts as she smiled at him. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" "This is some kind of trick," replied Prax with a scowl. "No trick," Hexanna assured him as she walked up to him, pressed her breasts against his chest and reached down to rub the bulge in his pants. "I am giving myself to you freely and without condition. I will do whatever you want for tonight." Taking the seemingly stunned imp by the hand, Hexanna started to lead him into the back area of the shop where she had a bed that she used for those times when she worked late at the shop and felt too tired to go home. Of course, over the years, it had sometimes served another function as it would tonight. "Don't forget me Hexxy," came the excited sounding voice of the staff from where she had left it leaning against the counter. "Remember our deal, I get to watch whenever you rev up your pussy." "How could I ever forget?" said Hexanna, "or more accurately how could you ever let me forget?" Grabbing the skull staff in her other hand, Hexanna led the bemused Prax to her bed. "What is your first desire my lord?" she asked him as she leaned the staff where it could get a good view of everything. "My desire?" asked Prax still trying to cope with this novel situation. "Ah, well let me start with a standard opening while you consider your options," said Hexanna as she knelt in front of the imp and began to open his pants. "My you are a big boy," she cooed up at him when she held his now quite erect cock in her hands. Prax continued to stare down dumbfounded as the dark haired sorceress opened her mouth and began to swallow his member without his even giving her the slightest order to do so. He felt her warm, wet mouth envelop his cock as always and yet there was some additional element, a thrill he couldn't name as she did so without any bidding from him. He watched entranced as she slowly worked her mouth down his long, thick shaft with the ease of much practice. He gasped when he felt her throat open up and take his cock into it and then close around it to squeeze it so marvellously. "That is very well done bi …," he broke off uncertainly as he wasn't sure his normal vocabulary was proper for this situation. "… girl?" he ventured at last after some consideration. "It will do for a start," came Hexanna's mumbled reply as she continued to swallow his cock until the entire length resided in her mouth and he could see its outline where it bulged out her throat. His heavy balls bumped against the witch's chin and Hexanna held this position for several seconds while her tongue worked over the underside of his cock. Then slowly, the sorceress began to pull her mouth back, lips wrapped tightly around the shaft for maximum stimulation until only the tip of his cock remained in her mouth. Prax watched in stunned amazement as Hexanna then again slid her mouth down his cock to swallow it whole once more. This time she did it a little faster and then so was the return trip back up the shaft. Hexanna kept repeating this motion over and over again, each time going just a little bit faster until eventually her head was a blur as it went back and forth on his cock. "I, I am going to cum," moaned Prax who couldn't recall ever feeling the need to inform a whore of his intentions before this. After all, one didn't warn an ant it was about to be stepped on did one? Still, for some reason he couldn't articulate, it seemed like the thing to do this time. "Good, I want you to cum in my mouth," came Hexanna's slightly muffled voice as she pulled her mouth back so only the cock head was inside her lips. As her tongue swirled around the slit, it exploded and the sorceress's mouth filled with the warm, thick cum of the imp. She swallowed quickly and felt the slime trickle down into her stomach even as her mouth refilled again. Over and over the witch did this until her stomach swelled to fullness and the flow of Prax's cum finally ceased. "That, that was amazing," said Prax as Hexanna finally let his cock slip from between her full lips. "You aint' seen nothing yet," smiled Hexanna as she helped him out of the rest of his clothes and pushed him onto his back on the bed. "Just lie back and let Hexxy do the driving for this next one." Prax could only nod and watch the sorceress's large breasts bounce and sway as she straddled his groin and positioned his still hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Ready or not, here we go," she said as she slowly sank down onto his cock, impaling herself on it. As with her blowjob, Hexanna took the cock into her slowly, inch by inch, the first time until once more the entire length was nestled inside her body, though admittedly in a much different opening Again as she had done with her mouth, she rested there for several long seconds as if savouring the sensations before beginning to use her leg muscles to push herself back up until just the tip remained within her warm love tunnel. A second time, she lowered herself onto his cock and Prax couldn't contain the moan of pleasure that escaped his lips. He hadn't even told her to do this, was all his mind kept repeating over and over again as Hexanna rode his cock. He found himself looking at the woman's face and seeing the signs of increasing pleasure on her face and found that made him happy. He had always taken some pride in giving pleasure to his whores, but now this seemed almost as important to him as his own pleasure. He managed to hold back his own orgasm until he saw the witch throw back her head and scream with ecstasy as her orgasm flowed through her body. He felt her juices squirting on his cock and then he began to fill her with his seed. "What would you like to try next?" asked Hexanna several minutes later as she lay beside him on the bed idly drawing patterns on his chest with her fingertips. "Can I fuck your ass?" asked Prax who couldn't remember actually ever asking before. He had always just told the whore what to do and she had done his bidding with a smile. "I was hoping you would ask for that," giggled Hexanna. "Everyone says Amazing Babe is the best in the She Legion at anal and Anal Babe is even her nickname among some of the villains, but I am sure I am just as good an ass fuck as she is. After all, I have had thousands of years of experience. Hexanna moved to get on her hands and knees, raising her round, soft ass in the air towards him and even gave herself a hard ringing slap on one cheek to show her willingness. Prax wondered if he had died and gone not to heaven of course, but to that circle of hell where the sex crazed nymphomaniacs went to be fucked for all eternity as he slid his cock into the dark haired woman's rear entrance. * * * Hexanna pretended to still be sleeping several hours later when Prax got up from the bed, dressed and moved towards the front of the shop. He hesitated in the doorway as if uncertain whether he should do something, but finally he just turned and walked out into the shop. Prax stopped by the counter and noted the books Hexanna had been reading. He saw Zarcon's name and for a second felt a flash of anger. The bitch was scheming to get rid of him even as she talked about willingly taking him into her bed. Then the moment passed as he realized it was only to be expected. It happened everywhere he went that the local magic users would seek to find ways to be rid of him. It was unlikely that they could succeed in banishing him as Zarcon had sealed all the entrances to his realm from this world eons ago. Even if by some miracle, the heroines somehow found a way into Zarcon's realm, he had seen to it that their plans would still go awry. With one last look of almost regret towards the back where the witch still slept, Prax turned and walked out the shop door into the night. It was a cool night and for the first time that he could remember, Prax shivered and then conjured up a coat to help keep him warm. The End