The Perverter: Target #14 Lady Midnight 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 * * * "Thank-you so much for coming Angela," said Professor Constance Vasquez as she gestured to one of the guest chairs in front of her desk. "I am always happy to hear from my favourite professor," replied Angela Greer as she settled herself in the chair. The two women talked for a few minutes about the days when Angela had been a first year law student in Constance's class and what was going on in their lives lately. Finally, Angela brought the conversation around to the reason for her visit. "You said there were a couple of things you wanted to talk to me about when we talked on the phone?" asked Angela, raising an interrogative eyebrow. "Yes," Constance nodded. "The first is fairly straight forward. I was hoping you would agree to be a guest lecturer for my first year class. I want the students to hear about the role of the DA's office from someone who knows it from the inside." "No problem," replied Angela smoothly. "Just have Justine send me some dates and I can check my calendar to see when I am available and not in court. What was the second reason?" "I have read in the papers that you have worked with Lady Midnight to bring some criminals to justice," said Constance and she paused to let Angela reply. Angela wondered for a moment if her former mentor knew or suspected about her secret identity. The woman was very sharp and it wouldn't have surprised Angela if she had made a link between the busty African-American Assistant DA and the busty, African-American heroine, but Angela was also absolutely certain that Constance would never betray her secret. "Yes, she and I have worked together on a number of cases," she replied. "Why do you ask?" "I was hoping you had a way to contact her and see if she would look into something," said Constance as she continued to meet Angela's eyes levelly. "And that something is?" asked Angela. "Three of my first year students have disappeared," replied Constance and she made a face. "Actually that is not totally true. They all dropped out of school and then I received reports they were working the streets as prostitutes. All three come from good solid middle class families with no monetary problems and all were doing very good in all their classes It just doesn't add up. Maybe one girl I could see, but three in less than a week?." She shook her head, "No, something is fishy here and I was hoping Lady Midnight would be able to uncover where the smell is coming from." "Three in less than a week," mused Angela. "That does sound unusual. Have you been to the police?" "Yes, twice," admitted Constance, "and they patted me on the head and said these things unfortunately happen then told me to go away fairly politely and stop bothering them." "Well, I am pretty sure I can interest Lady Midnight in your case," said Angela and both women smiled. * * * Later that day, Lady Midnight found the first of the three girls whose names Constance had given Angela Greer. Blossom Maxwell was 19 with curly blonde hair, blue eyes and a little button nose. She didn't look all that cute at the moment to the heroine from her vantage on a rooftop looking into the dirty alley where Blossom was on her knees sucking a large black cock. Even as Lady Midnight watched, the man began to spew his load of semen into the kneeling girl's mouth which she swallowed with commendable skill. She was either a fast learner or had more experience than it appeared thought Lady Midnight as she waited for the man to tuck his cock back into his pants and stumble out of the alley before sliding down her grapple line to land lightly next to the girl. "Hello Blossom, can I talk to you for a minute?" asked the heroine. "I, don't know," said the girl who had got to her feet. There was a small drop of cum on her lips that she removed with a flick of her tongue as she looked towards the mouth of the alley. The reason for that hesitation and the look became clear when a deep male voice boomed down the alley. "My girls got no time to talk bitch, I need them out working and earning money for me." "Hacksaw Johnson, always a pleasure to meet you, or should I say beat you?" said Lady Midnight, her voice dripping sarcasm as she saw the large pimp coming down the alley towards them. The man's real name probably existed in a police file somewhere, but he had got his nickname from his habit of using a hacksaw to castrate those who crossed him and that kind of fact tended to make a nickname stick in a person's mind. "As I recall, I got to beat my big meat in your face the last time we met," snickered Hacksaw. "I sure made a big sticky mess of that haughty face of yours." "Yes and then as I recall, I threw you out the bar window," replied Lady Midnight. "care to go for a repeat?" "Hey I'm just looking after my business interests," countered Hacksaw. "I'm all paid up with the cops, so there is no point in hassling me since they won't do anything to me except let me out the other door of the cop car if you put me in one." "As much as it would please me to hassle you Hacksaw, I just wanted to talk to Blossom for a while," replied Lady Midnight. "There are people who are concerned about her sudden change in employment status." Hacksaw shrugged. "She came to me looking for work, I didn't force her. If you want to talk to her though, then you need to pay for her time. Considering we are old friends, I will only charge you a hundred bucks for an hour." "Get serious," snapped Lady Midnight. "Does it look like this outfit has pockets where I keep cash?" She did have a debit card hidden in a compartment in her boots for emergency use, but since that was in Angela Greer's name, she wasn't going to offer it to the pimp even if he had a portable debit machine which he just might. "Tell you what then," grinned Hacksaw. "You get down on your knees and show me some loving and I'll consider us even. I have been jerking off to the memory of you with my cum all over your face and it could use some refreshing since memories fade with time." All through this banter, Blossom had just stood there listening and not saying a word. When Lady Midnight glanced at her, she thought she saw Hacksaw's suggestion spark some interest in her eyes. There was definitely something going on with the girl and she needed to find out what it was. Beating up Hacksaw was an option, but glancing back up the alley, Lady Midnight saw a couple more of his girls and knew they would call the cops to earn their protection money. She then glanced down at the bulge in Hacksaw's pants and her own memory provided an image of his huge engorged cock as he jerked off inches from her face. That sent a tingle through her pussy and that sensation combined with her need to talk to Blossom decided her. "Deal," she said to Hacksaw and dropped immediately to her knees and nearly ripped his cock out of his pants. It was every bit as big as she remembered, jet black with a huge mushroom head that was already leaking precum. Lady Midnight dipped her tongue in the clear fluid and heard Hacksaw moan with pleasure. "Down the hatch baby," said Hacksaw with a big grin on his face. The heroine saw that both Blossom and the other pair of hookers had gathered around to watch the show and she blushed. Well, there was no help for it and Lady Midnight opened her mouth and took Hacksaw's cock into her mouth. Even as her logical mind told her she shouldn't be doing this, the heroine's body was following its own dictates and slurping down more and more of the hard cock. Her greedy mouth pressed forward until she felt the pimp's huge balls banging into her chin. "Damn girl," moaned Hacksaw. "None of my other whores can ever take the entire thing like you do. I could make a fortune if you were working the streets for me." Lady Midnight was too busy sucking and licking to reply and with that much cock meat down her throat, speech would have been pretty much impossible anyway except in a croak. Her hand cupped his heavy balls and gave them a gentle squeeze as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, pressing her lips as tight against it as she could. "Damn, look at her go," said one of the pair of hookers with her hand under her skirt. "Good thing she isn't out on the streets or no one would pay for me." "Fucking A," agreed the second hooker who was also busy under her skirt. "She makes us look like amateurs." "It is all the practice these super whores get," laughed Hacksaw. "I swear they just go out on their patrols hoping they get faces and cunts raped." He patted Lady Midnight on the head. "Isn't that right Lady Whore?" "Mmmmmhhhhh," came the mumbled reply which brought new laughter from Hacksaw and the pair of hookers while Blossom just stood there staring in rapt attention at the blowjob the heroine was giving. "Fuck, you got me ready to bust my nut already girl," moaned Hacksaw. "Finish me of with your hands, I want to shoot all over your face again." Obediently, Lady Midnight slipped the cock from her mouth with the mandatory pop sound and began to jerk it as the glistening black cock pulsed inches from her face, the slit opening and closing with each stroke of her hand. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, here it comes," yelled Hacksaw and a thick rope of cum shot from his cock and splattered between Lady Midnight's eyes and across her nose. The next blast caught the kneeling heroine on the lips with some getting into her half open mouth. A third blast hit her on the right cheek and a final large wad smacked into her tightly curled black hair and ran down her forehead. "Damn, that is the hottest fucking sight I ever saw," said Hacksaw looking down at his handiwork, "and I didn't get thrown through a window this time either." The pimp jerked his thumb towards an all night diner just down the block. "You can take little Blossom there for a chat. You got an hour, but if you want more time, it can be arranged," and he gave her a lewd wink. "Here honey," said the first hooker and she handed Lady Midnight a couple of moist towelettes from her purse. "You shouldn't leave home without them. You never know when you are going to need to wipe off a load of jizz from your face. I would think an experienced whore like you should know that. Lady Midnight bit off an angry retort and took the offered cloths to clean her face as best she could before taking Blossom by the hand and leading her down the street to the diner. * * * "That was a great blowjob you gave him," gushed Blossom when they were seated in a booth at Mac's Diner. To her credit and probably from having heard a lot worse, the waitress pouring them their coffee didn't even spill a drop at this statement. Feeling the need to be a little more discrete, despite being dressed in a skimpy purple costume and a mask, Lady Midnight waited until the waitress had departed with their order of two pieces of cherry pie before speaking. "Thanks," she said, "but felt more than a little embarrassed at accepting a complement for such a dubious accomplishment. Since we don't have unlimited time," and here the heroine gave an internal shudder at the thought of how she could buy more time, "I will get right to the point. Your former professor at law school, Constance Vasquez, asked me to find out what had happened to you. She said you had a promising career as a lawyer and yet you threw it all away to become a prostitute." Blossom's face seemed blank for a moment when Lady Midnight mentioned the professor and law school and then a look of faint recognition crossed her face. "Oh yes," she said after a few more seconds where she seemed to be thinking deeply or perhaps delving back into the deep recesses of memory. "I rather liked law classes. I was going to be a public defender and help the people who needed me most." "That's an admirable goal," said Lady Midnight. "What happened to change that?" The silence was even longer this time as Blossom's brow furrowed in concentration. "I, I'm not sure," she finally admitted. "I sort of remember someone telling me that I was wasting my time in law school and that I would be doing a greater service to men if I became a prostitute. He said it was my true calling and it would make me very happy which it has. I love sucking cock and getting fucked." At this point, the waitress had returned with their pie and was just putting it on the table when Blossom came out with that statement. This time, even the battle hardened waitress couldn't help a little eyeroll,, but walked away without saying anything. "Who was this person, I assume it was a man who told you this?" asked Lady Midnight picking up her fork and digging into her slice of pie. "I, I'm not sure," replied Blossom after some more deep thought and a mouthful of pie. "I think it was someone at the dorm, but for some reason I can't remember who or what he looked like, but he was so right! I have never been happier in my life." Despite several more attempts at elucidating details about the man, Lady Midnight couldn't get anything more useful from Blossom and finishing their pie and coffee, she walked the girl back to the alley where Hacksaw was waiting. The heroine had been tempted to sling the girl over her shoulder and carry her away, but that seemed an awful lot like kidnapping. She was pretty sure the girl had been brainwashed, but she had no proof. As much as she hated to do it, she had to leave the girl with her pimp while she tried to track down the other two girls and this man that Blossom had mentioned. "Remember that you are welcome to come work for me any time you want," laughed Hacksaw. "That is one talented mouth you got there." Lady Midnight just gave him the finger which made him laugh even more as she walked away. * * * Hexanna growled in frustration and slammed the book shut that she had been reading. A customer in her shop who had been browsing the magnetic crystals section glanced over at the counter where she was sitting, worried that she had done something to offend her, but the sorceress managed to find a smile for her and the reassured woman went back to peering at labels. What was frustrating Hexanna was that as far as she could determine, Zarcon had sealed every passage from this reality to his new dimension when he had retreated. All of her sources confirmed this and none had the slightest hint how such a passage as she needed could be reopened. The bell over the door chimed to indicate a new customer and Hexanna frowned when she looked up at the new arrival. It was a young Chinese girl of about 18 or so who looked vaguely familiar and she was carrying a pizza which she deposited on the counter. "I didn't order a pizza," said Hexanna who felt her mouth start to salivate anyway as she took in the aroma emanating from the flat box. "I just deliver where they tell me," said the girl with a shrug. "Grandma say bring pizza to pretty sorceress and being a dutiful child, I do as I am told." "Well, let me get you a tip at least," said Hexanna moving her hand towards her cash register. "No money," said the girl hurriedly, "but I take other payment instead." Before Hexanna could react, the girl leaned in and kissed the sorceress on the lips and squeezed one of her boobs gently in each hand. It didn't last long, but left Hexanna slightly breathless and she could only watch as the girl turned and walked out of the shop. "Hot stuff," commented her staff from its vantage point against the wall behind her. "I wish I got tips like that," said the female customer coming up to the counter with her purchases which should do a good job of alleviating the woman's seasonal allergies if not opening up a portal to demonic dimensions as the woman hoped. A part of being a good witch was sometimes giving people what they needed, not what they wanted. After the woman had left, Hexanna opened the pizza box and took out a slice. "Damn, this pizza is to die for," she muttered to herself as she wolfed it down. "I think that was what I said at that banquet in Babylon just before the poison kicked in," remarked the staff. "They didn't even have pizza yet back then," scoffed Hexanna as she noticed a piece of paper under the pizza and pulled it out. "Zarcon orders his pizza from us," was all it said. * * * Lady Midnight had learned her lesson from her encounter with Hacksaw and approached the other two girls much more discreetly when their pimps were nowhere in sight. Too often, we have acted like the proverbial bull in a China Shop, charging in without a plan or thinking mused Lady Midnight and what we get for it is way to often a cock shoved down our throats or stuffed in our pussies. Latitia Black was a stunning girl of mixed race, African-American and Caucasian mainly, but some of her features hinted at some Asian ancestry mixed in. Constance had told Angela that Latitia was headed for big things and would not be surprised to see her on the supreme court one day if not sitting in the White House itself. That was until she, like Blossom before her, suddenly dropped out of school and started working the streets. "This is always what I wanted to do," insisted Latitia when she came to the cheap motel room the heroine had rented for the conversation. As far as her pimp knew, Latitia was just entertaining another john and this time Lady Midnight had thought ahead and had taken out money from an ATM to allay any suspicions. "But there is so much more you could be," protested Lady Midnight as she gestured around at the squalid room. "It is what I want," insisted Latitia as she suddenly pushed the heroine down onto her back on the bed and straddled her body. "Talk is boring, let me give you your money's worth." The next thing Lady Midnight knew, Latitia had her lips pressed hard against her own while the newly minted hooker slipped the heroine's top down so she could fondle her breasts directly. "Oh, I can see you are wanting it," giggled Latitia as she broke the kiss and regarded Lady Midnight's erect nipples. It was a near thing, but Lady Midnight fought off the temptation and the lust building in her own body to push the girl off her and scramble off the bed. "I really appreciate the offer, believe me," said the dark skinned heroine, "but despite what you think, you aren't in control of yourself." The heroine tugged her top back into place, though those damn hard nipples were still clearly visible where they were tenting the fabric. "Oh, you're no fun," pouted Latitia. "I had heard you heroines were always horny and ready for a tumble in bed." "Mostly true," muttered Lady Midnight to herself. "I just want to know if you can remember what happened to make you change your career objective so drastically." Latitia got a sly look on her face. "If I tell you, will you give me a kiss?" Lady Midnight sighed. "Fine, one kiss and nothing more." "With tongue," persisted Latitia. "With tongue," agreed the heroine reluctantly, though her Aphrodite gene was doing its best to storm the walls of Castle Reluctance. "Pucker up then," said Latitia, "kissy face first and then I will tell you." "Fine," agreed Lady Midnight and then Latitia bounded over to where she was standing, wrapped her arms around the heroine and drew her in for a long, passionate kiss. When her tongue came probing, Lady Midnight reluctantly opened her mouth to admit the girl's warm,, wriggling tongue, though she had to admit the reluctance was fading with every passing second the soft, lithe body was pressed into her own. After a full two minutes of exchanging tongues, it took all of Lady Midnight's weakening self control to break the kiss and take a step backwards. "Almost had you there," teased Latitia with a grin. "Not even close," scoffed Lady Midnight as a large strand of drool hung from her lips. "Hah! Liar!," replied Latitia. "If that's the case, then how about another kiss seeing as you have such iron control? I am sure that damp patch on your crotch is just from a leaky pipe or something like that and not because your pussy is dripping wet with lust." "You promised to tell me what you remembered," replied Lady Midnight ignoring the girl's teasing and just how on point she actually was. It took a bit more coaxing from the heroine, but eventually Latitia coughed up a half remembered memory of meeting some man at her dorm who had opened her eyes to new possibilities. * * * Hexanna pushed open the door to Wong's Pizza and stood there for a moment looking around. She was clutching the note from the pizza box in one hand and suddenly feeling a little silly after charging over here to demand answers. Hexanna spotted the young girl behind the counter who had delivered the pizza and her memory finally offered up where she had seen the girl. She had been at the funeral of the novice heroine Blue Bird and the sorceress was sure she had seen the girl fighting the demons in the climatic battle wielding a very sharp looking sword. Ok, maybe the note didn't seem quite so silly in the light of those events. "Grandma," said Judy Wong turning and calling back into the kitchen. "Lady here to see you." A moment later, an old Chinese woman tottered out and gave Hexanna a bow. "Please be seated," she said indicating a table in the corner away from the rest of the diners. Hexanna regarded the old woman as she sat down and wondered just how old she really was. She had also been at the funeral and had likewise been involved in the fight with the demons. Hexanna suspected that the "old" and "tottering" were a ruse to fool the unwary. The woman wasn't by any stretch of the imagination young, but the sorceress sensed a vibrant life force and intelligence in this woman. Instead of asking any questions as she had intended, Hexanna merely placed the note on the table between them. "Did you like the pizza?" asked Mrs. Wong. "Delicious," replied Hexanna. "Your note implies you have another customer who agrees with me." "No pizza when he ruled in this world," replied Mrs. Wong, "but reputation of Wong's Pizza reaches far and wide, often to unexpected places." "It must if Zarcon heard of it," agreed Hexanna, "but all my research says he sealed all the passages between his world and this one, so how does he do take-out? He doesn't seem like the dine in type." "All direct passages were sealed is correct," agreed Mrs. Wong. "He did not, however, seal all passages from this world to others as that would take a power well beyond even his which is not inconsiderable." "And there is a way to reach his world through an intermediary," breathed Hexanna and cursed for not having thought of it herself. "Do you know how to navigate this indirect route?" "Not entirely," admitted Mrs. Wong. "I know where the gateway is to the middle world and how to reach it, but then you must travel in that world to another portal that leads into Zarcon's world. Where in that middle world the portal to Zarcon is, I do not know or how to open that portal since I have never been there. Only one person that I know has gone into that world and returned since it is a very dangerous world. It is full of dangerous creatures and portals to many worlds." "Who was the person who went and came back?" asked Hexanna. "We know her as Detective Boobs, you call her Nancy," answered Mrs. Wong. "She tell me about the place when she returned. She called it the Marshmallow Dimension." "Why would she call it that?" asked a puzzled Hexanna. ‘I have never heard of a dangerous marshmallow except in Ghostbusters." Mrs. Wong shrugged. "She say she smelled marshmallow every time something evil around." Hexanna gave her head a shake. "I've never heard of anything like that in my two thousand plus years, but it is a big universe. Where is this portal and how do we open it." "Portal is in shower in Detective Boobs' apartment," replied Mrs. Wong. "What? The woman showered every day a gossamer veil separating her from a dangerous hell like dimension?" asked an astonished Hexanna. "Was the woman insane?" "We provide plenty of hot water," was all Mrs. Wong said in reply. "What about the second bit?" asked Hexanna, deciding to leave Nancy's sanity to ponder later. "how is the portal opened." When Mrs. Wong explained the process, Hexanna just sat there gaping at her for several seconds. Then her gaze shifted briefly to Judy Wong and gave her head another shake to try and clear out images that were trying to impose themselves on her consciousness. * * * The third law student turned hooker was Faith Shea and when Lady Midnight finally located her, she was working a gloryhole booth in an adult book store. "She is in Room 2," said the smirking woman working the counter. "You have to buy tokens to go back there. You will be real popular dressed like that. A lot of guys and girls have superheroine fantasies." Lady Midnight almost protested that she was the genuine Lady Midnight, but decided that might not be such a smart thing to do and bought fifty dollars worth of tokens. She hoped to be able to get into one of the rooms adjacent to where Faith was and try and talk to her, but found rooms 1 and 3 on either side of her already occupied. Surprisingly, the door to room 2 was unlocked, so the heroine opened it and slipped inside. Faith, like the other two, was 19, but had long, straight hair that went halfway down her back and was the brightest red Lady Midnight had ever seen and it didn't appear to have come from a bottle. Unsurprisingly, considering the nature of the set-up, Faith was busy sucking on a nice sized cock when the heroine enter. "Come to help me suck?" said Faith taking her mouth from the cock for a moment to glance at the newcomer. "I just wanted to talk to you," replied Lady Midnight who watched the redhead return her mouth to the cock protruding from the wall and start to suck on it again. "I'm kind of busy right now," said Faith taking another break from sucking. At that moment, a second cock was shoved through the opposite wall. "Get that one will you? If you give me a hand, we can talk." Lady Midnight stood there open mouthed in shock for a moment and then her eyes swivelled to the quite large white cock waggling ack and forth in the second hole. It dribbled precum and the slit seemed to be staring at her expectedly. Her Aphrodite gene said to give it a try and see how she liked it and the heroine found herself on her knees before the rest of her body could object. The African-American beauty wrapped her lips around the bobbing cock and heard a sigh of pleasure through the thin wall. The two women bobbed their mouths up and down their respective cocks in a companionable silence broken only by the liquid, sucking noise normally generated by a blowjob. Despite Faith having a head start on her, the two cocks came at nearly the same time and Lady Midnight gulped and swallowed the warm, salty load before turning her head to look at Faith. "I came to ask you why you quit law school. Your professors and family are concerned about you." "I just decided I wanted to do something else with my life," replied Faith with a shrug. As she finished her sentence, two more cocks came through the holes, a white one for Faith and a black one for Lady Midnight. The two women went back to sucking cock and a few minutes later, both were swallowing another load of spunk. "This is ridiculous, I can't talk to you when both our mouths are full," said Lady Midnight as two more cocks appeared, another white one for Faith and an Asian one for the heroine. "Ok, then turn around and we can talk while they fuck us," said Faith who calmly pulled down her yoga pants and presented her pussy to her cock. "When did you decide this was your true calling in life?" asked Lady Midnight who didn't stop to think as she slipped out of her costume and crouched to let the cock slide into her love hole. "I think it was about a week ago," replied Faith with a moan as the cock began to ram in and out of her cunt. "It is kind of vague for some reason,, but I sort of remember meeting this guy at the dorm and he suggested it. What he said made so much sense, I went down to Sugartown and found myself a pimp." "Ahhhh, what was his name? What did he look like?" asked Lady Midnight as she tried to concentrate on the interview which was getting increasingly difficult as the anonymous cock slid in and out of her pussy. "I can't remember," gasped Faith as the cock began to shoot its payload into her pussy. The cock in Lady Midnight followed suit a short time later. Lady Midnight put her costume back on, said good-bye to Faith and left the room. There was a line-up of guys at the doors to both rooms 1 and 3. "That hole is temporarily closed," she told them on the way by, gesturing to room 3. There were disappointed groans from the men, but they quickly shuffled into the other line. "Come again any time you want sugar," smirked the woman behind the counter. "I got some real good reports on your talent, especially from the guy you let fuck your cunt." With cum dripping down her inner thighs, Lady Midnight declined to comment and exited the store with as much dignity as she could muster. * * * "This is Alpha Flight to Mama Bear," said Champion Girl into her communicator. "I don't think we can use that name since it is probably trademarked by Marvel," said MS. Americana over the wrist unit's tiny speaker. "I am also not fond of being called Mama Bear either." "Ok, we are Strike Force Alpha then," replied Champion girl, "but you are stuck with Mama Bear." "Fine, whatever," said Ms. Americana in a resigned voice. "Now please give me a status report before Mama Bear gets pissed at her little cubs and tells the crew of her private jet not to feed you." "Got you Mama Bear," said Champion Girl, doing her best to sound chastised. Strike Force Alpha 2, otherwise known as Jungle Babe," and the solar powered heroine glanced over at the blonde in the fur bikini sitting opposite of her and winked. Jungle Babe just rolled her eyes and made a go on gesture with her one hand. "… has contacted Lady Kraft and she and her private plane are standing by at the private airport she uses. Strike Force Alpha will transfer to her plane for the rest of the trip to Africa and our transport can return to Delta City to pick up Strike Force Gamma, assuming the Hulk hasn't trademarked that name." "Very good, keep me updated on a regular basis," said Ms. Americana and she broke the connection. "I guess Gamma gets the jet since they have farther to go than Beta," said Jungle Babe," but how is Beta getting to Texas?" * * * "Greyhound! I don't fucking believe this," growled Wolf Woman or rather Luisa Torrez as she was in her civilian identity at the moment. "Alpha and Gamma get fucking private jets and we get to travel on Greyhound? What kind of a superhero goes on a top secret mission on a fucking bus?" "One that can't fly?" suggested Karen Clark. "You can fly," pointed out Luisa to the woman who was also Power Lass. "You could have carried me like Superman does Lois Lane." "I could Lois, but Lex Luthor might see us leaving Delta City that way," replied Karen. "It's not that long of a bus ride and it will be more secret. Texas Star is supposed to have a car for us when we get to Houston for the rest of the trip." "All the white heroines get a jet," complained Louisa, "but they give the Latino a bus!" Karen made a point of examining the white skin of her arm. "Ok, all the white heroines who aren't Karens," grinned Louisa. When this only got an eyeroll from Karen, Luisa muttered a few curses in Spanish and settle back in her seat. "Oh fuck, I don't believe it!" What now?" asked Karen, starting to get exasperated with Luisa's bitching. "There was bubble-gum under my arm rest and now it's stuck to my arm," whined Luisa. "Used bubble gum, stuck there with someone else's spit. Gross." "If that's the grossest thing that happens to us then I will chew that gum on the return trip," said Karen as she put her blue tooth ear buds in and turned on her music to try and drown Luisa out. * * * "I think there is one slight problem with our plan," said Champion Girl a few minutes after disconnecting from Ms. Americana. "Oh? What's that?" asked Jungle Babe. "Well, ever since I got nailed by Prax, I have been hornier than hell," began Champion Girl. "I know," broke in Jungle Babe, "and our pheromone productions is through the roof according to Professor Werder. I mean he got a hardon just by me walking into the same room as him." "Yeah, me too," agreed Champion Girl. "Well the thing is, we are stuck together in this enclosed little bubble for another three hours and I am already going nearly insane after five minutes!" "Should we do something about it?" asked Jungle Babe. "I'm not sure," replied Champion Girl. "Look, I was always a bit of a nerd growing up. I was into science and math and never had the time for boys and dating. Then the accident happened and voila, I had superpowers. When life hands you a chicken, you make chicken soup with it, so I became a superhero. On pretty much my first mission, I run into Dr. Armageddon who is one ugly freak and bing, bang, boom, he takes my cherry." "I don't mean to be insensitive, but I don't see where this is going," said Jungle Babe. "Well, the point is, I never really figured out what I wanted," replied Champion Girl. "After what that bastard did to me, I am not sure I ever want another man, or anyone with a cock," said Champion Girl as she remembered Panthress. "On the other hand, I am not sure I want women either. I mean, even there my few experiences with other women have all been forced ones, or where I got so out of control, I didn't really know what the hell I was doing." "Uh huh, but you are still hornier than fuck right now?" asked Jungle Babe. Champion Girl merely nodded her head, but didn't speak. ""You still have my offer of doing something about it?," pointed out Jungle Babe, "and I didn't mean rubbing one out by yourself either." "I, I'm not sure," admitted Champion Girl. "What about you and Lady Kraft?" "Sara and I are lovers, but we both know our genes make it difficult, if not impossible to be content with just each other when we are often apart for months at a time when Sara goes on one of her little expeditions." Jungle Babe smiled, stood up and undid her bikini top and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts swaying as she walked, the jungle heroine moved closer to Champion Girl, leaned down and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "We can give it a try if you like, but we can stop any time you want." "Yeah, like our Aphrodite genes will ever let us stop once we get going," replied Champion Girl with a roll of her eyes. "Up to you," said Jungle Babe, not breaking eye contact from inches away. "Oh what the hell," gasped Champion Girl and she drew in the other blonde for a much longer and deeper kiss. When they finally broke the second kiss, both women were panting and began to remove the rest of their clothes as quickly as their fingers could move. "69?" asked Champion Girl and when Jungle Babe nodded her head in the affirmative, the solar powered heroine pushed her friend down onto the floor and swung her own body around to position her pussy over Jungle Babe's mouth. Below her own face, she saw Dana's wonderful looking pussy laid out in front of her and she sank her mouth onto it. Maybe the three hour plane ride just went from a liability to a blessing, she thought as her tongue made contact with Jungle Babe's clit and felt the reciprocating lick from Jungle Babe. * * * O'Toole Hall was named for the first chancellor of Delta City University and ancient rumour had it that he lived up to his name, employing his favourite tool on any female student foolish enough to stand still within a hundred yards of him. It was one of the older buildings on campus and while it had once been the place to stay, it was now mainly where the university dumped foreign students after charging them double or triple the tuition or for students on a real tight budget. It had four floors, the first and third for male students and the second and fourth for female students. The rooms were small with little more than a couple of twin beds, a desk, rolling chair and a wardrobe to store clothes in. There were communal washrooms at one end of each floor and a large common room at the other end. All meals were taken at one of the university cafeterias and anyone plugging in a microwave risked blowing every fuse on the floor and bringing down swift condemnation from their fellow sufferers. It was two in the morning when Lady Midnight slipped into O'Toole Hall via a side door that hadn't been locked, probably so students returning from the bars could bypass the student monitor on duty at the main door. Lady Midnight wanted to check the rooms of the three girls to see if there was any clue as to who they had talked to that had so changed their lives. This could be one of Prax's charades, but she couldn't be certain as the list of people willing to prey on beautiful young coeds in Delta City was a long one. The heroine hadn't realized that all three girls lived in the same dorm until they had all mentioned meeting someone at the dorm and then she had to get their addresses through Constance. Instead of Prax, there might just be some bastard here in the dorm brainwashing girls with a device he bought on the dark web and selling them to pimps. All three girls were on scholarships from Wade Enterprises, but while the scholarship paid their full tuition and books, it was a bit stingy on room and board which was why the trio had ended up here. Lady Midnight thought she would have a word with Brenda about increasing those scholarships to get the recipients out of this dump as she noted the well worn carpets and walls in need of painting. She was still on the first floor hall heading towards the stairs to the second floor where the girls had stayed when she rounded a corner and almost collided with a pimply faced young man with greasy, brown hair and glasses. For a moment, Lady Midnight thought it was the Geek or his younger brother, but on closer inspection, he was just a stereotype nerd. "What are you doing here?" he squeaked. "No girls allowed on this floor after supper and no hookers at any time." "I am not a hooker," replied Lady Midnight indignantly. "You could have fooled me," smirked the boy as he looked at the woman in her skimpy outfit, hands on her hips and massive chest thrust out towards him. "You do look a little like that Lady Midnight babe I saw on television though," he added doubtfully. "I am Lady Midnight, and I am here investigating why three intelligent girls who lived in this dorm all dropped out and became prostitutes." "Really?" replied the boy. "I wondered what happened to those three. Well come into the common room and you can tell me all the juicy details." "Why should I tell you anything?" demanded Lady Midnight as she followed the boy into the common room with its large screen television and rather ratty looking collection of chairs and sofas. "Well maybe if you do, I might be able to help you somehow," shrugged the boy as he slumped down on one of the sofas in the empty room. He patted the space beside him. "Have a seat and take a load off, it looks like you have had a long day." Warily, Lady Midnight sat down and briefly told the boy whose name she still didn't know how she had found the three girls and under what circumstances. Remembering some of the details made the heroine feel a little flushed. It had been horrible and degrading, but it had also been very hot now that she thought back about it. "Sounds like all of those girls are happy doing what they are doing," said the boy as suddenly the heroine realized his hand was on her thigh, stroking it lightly. How had she not noticed that? "Please take your hand off my leg," she said trying to sound stern and not sure she was succeeding. "Doesn't it feel good?" asked the boy as he edged closer to her and put an arm around her shoulders while his other hand continued its motions. "Yes, I mean no!" replied Lady Midnight who was starting to feel a little confused. "All three of the girls said they met someone at the dorm who convinced them to change their profession." "Oh that was me," said the boy as the hand on the arm around her shoulder gently brushed over one of her breasts. "What?" gasped Lady Midnight, caught off guard by the casual confession. "You are Prax!" "Guilty as charged," said the imp with a smile, but he still retained the body of a first year college student. As he spoke, the hand on her leg slipped under her costume and gently rubbed over her pussy lips. "But, why did you do such a thing?" moaned Lady Midnight who was trying to order her body to move away and her body wasn't having any of that. "I had a long talk about this thing you call consent with your friend Hexanna," replied Prax as his questing fingers on one hand found her clit while the fingers on the other one teased a nipple. "Those girls seemed so unhappy at times and so I gave them something to make them happy and it is all consensual as they do it of their own free will." "You can't brainwash people and call it consensual," snapped Lady Midnight temporarily jerking free from the spell or whatever it was the imp seemed to have had her in as he fondled and groped her. "I can't?" asked a puzzled Prax. "This concept of consent is totally foreign to me and I was just trying to understand it better." "Well you got it wrong," replied Lady Midnight and was reminded of where his hands were as a finger slipped into her pussy. "You need to return them to the way they were before. Consent is all about doing something without anyone else interfering." "If I do that, will you have sex with me?" asked Prax. "Would that be consensual?" "No," gasped Lady Midnight as one of her traitor hands reached out to rub the growing bulge in the boy's pants. "I would do it with you if you took your spell off those girls and set them free." "Free to be unhappy?" mused Prax. "That doesn't make sense to me, but for your sake I would do it." He leaned in and kissed the heroine hard on the lips as his hands began to remove her costume. Lady Midnight didn't resist, maybe because she was falling under his spell and maybe because of his promise to free the girls, she just wasn't sure. "One thing I love about you humans is your variety of skin colours," said Prax when he beheld the heroine in her full, naked glory. "All imps are exactly the same colour and it is so boring. Even we have troubles telling each other apart." His hands cupped one of the heroine's large brown breasts in each hand, enjoying the warmth and softness. "What do imps really look like?" asked Lady Midnight as she moaned softly from the melon manipulation. "Maybe I will show you one day," said Prax pushing the African-American woman onto her back on the sofa. His own clothes disappeared with a gesture of his hand to reveal his enormous erection. Like the eager, young boy he still looked like, the imp crawled on top of Lady Midnight and slid his cock home in one fluid motion. "Oh fuck, that does feel good," moaned Lady Midnight wrapping her long, muscular legs around the boy's torso and drawing him deeper inside her. "Pleasure is all I desire and what I can give in return,'" said Prax as he began to thrust his cock in and out of the wet, clinging pussy of the heroine. "You still need consent," gasped Lady Midnight. "Should I stop?" asked Prax simply. "Not unless you want me to cut off your nuts and hang them on my rear view mirror," gasped Lady Midnight as she pulled the imp down and kissed him again even as his cock continued to hammer in and out of her pussy. "I still don't understand, but right now I don't think I care," replied Prax when he broke the long kiss. I just know it feels good, so I do it." "Fucking A," agreed Lady Midnight as she thrust her hips up in time with his downward pounding. "Keep fucking me until mama makes you feel real good." "I can consent to that," agreed Prax as he redoubled his efforts, driving his member in faster, harder and deeper until he reached the magic moment that he lived for and began to shoot his seed into the warm depths surrounding his cock. He didn't stop his movements, however, until he saw the woman under him stiffen and shudder as her own orgasm overtook her. They lay like that for some time with his still hard cock inside the heroine's pussy before he pulled it out with another target in mind. He had loved the sight of those large dark skinned breasts with their hard black nipples and now he wanted to slip his cock between them. Lady Midnight just smiled and wrapped her large boobs about his glistening cock when she realized what he wanted. Enclosed in the soft cocoon of her tits, Prax began to slide his cock back and forth, the tip poking up with each thrust to tickle the heroine's chin. Lady Midnight lay there content to watch the cock fuck her boobs for several strokes before her tongue flicked out to lick the tip. This elicited a moan of approval from Prax and so she continued to do it. After several more strokes, she swore she saw the cock get bigger and while the balls still banged the underside of her breasts, the tip now pushed easily into her mouth several inches without her having to strain. I am not sure if I am consenting either, she thought and decided for the moment she didn't care as her lips closed tight about the cock head. "Do you like to swallow?" asked Prax, experimenting in his own way with consent and when he saw the dark skinned woman nod, he felt oddly pleased. Several strokes later, he began to pump a second, massive load of his semen into Lady Midnight. The heroine lost count of how many times her mouth filled to the brim and she swallowed the warm, sticky goo, but when Prax was finally finished, her stomach felt packed with his cum. Prax fucked her several more times in different positions and when he left, Lady Midnight fell into a deep sleep, lying there naked with cum dripping from every opening. The sounds of raucous voices woke her and the heroine saw a dozen or more of the students gathered around her. "Someone hired a hooker last night and didn't share," said one of the boys as he pulled his cock out and crawled on top of her. "I guess we will have to remedy that." "Stop!" cried Lady Midnight, but she felt too weak and off balance to stop him as he inserted his cock into her pussy. Still sloppy with Prax's cum, he had little problem pushing in to the hilt and starting to fuck her. A second boy straddled her face and before another futile protest could escape her lips, his cock slid home and down her throat. Her vision was now badly obscured, but Lady Midnight could still see the other boys taking out their cocks and waiting for their turn at her. * * * "I can't thank you and Lady Midnight, of course enough, for helping to bring the girls back to their senses," said Professor Vasquez as Angela Greer once more sat in her office across the desk from her. "Thankfully, their memories are rather dim about their time as er sex workers, but I have arranged for therapy for all of them." "It was my pleasure," replied Angela and thought that had certainly been true. Those students had all been quite late for their morning classes and while it hadn't been quite consensual, it had ended up being a lot of fun. The End