The Perverter:  Target #15 Green Spectre
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:

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* * *

"What have they got that I don't have?" demanded Axanna Morgan from behind her desk in the publisher's office of the Delta City Times.

"Tits," replied Lou Tyler, Scoop to his friends, the editor in chief of the paper.

"Really?" replied Axanna sarcastically as she glanced down briefly at her own chest and then back up to meet the brown eyes of her editor and long time friend.

"Yep," said Lou with a laugh at her actions and he opened the copy of the new Delta City Rattler tabloid which he refused to call a paper and displayed page three where a buxom topless girl smiled in full colour.  The caption said her name was Brittany and she loved scuba diving and long romantic walks on the beach at midnight.  "What we have on page three," went on Lou are letters to the editor complaining that the latest Star Wars movie wasn't true to the grand vision of George Lucas, which I guess means they didn't sell enough merch."

"It wasn't that bad," replied Axanna with a roll of her eyes.

"Well it was probably better than ‘Battle Beyond the Stars'," replied Lou as he recalled one of his favourite campy, but truly awful movies from his misspent youth.  He saw a blank look on Axanna's face and waved it away.  "Never mind, now let's compare the front pages of today's editions shall we?  We have ‘G7 Heads to Discuss Minimum Tax for Corporations' while …," he paused to flip the other paper back from Brittany and her boobs to the front page. " … ah yes, they have ‘Lady Midnight Gangbanged by Teenaged Frat Boys', with some tastefully placed black dots on the heroine's unmentionable parts as she exited the building and made a run for it.  You can go to their online version of course to get the unedited pictures if you are of a salacious nature which means tens of thousands of impressions registered and the ad dollars rolling in."

"It was a college dorm and not a frat house," snapped Axanna.  "They can't even get the basic facts right."

"Do you think their readers really care?" asked Lou.  He saw Axanna shake her head reluctantly and went on.  "We both know the newspaper business is in major trouble and possibly doomed.  We have been losing subscribers for the past seven years running and advertising is drying up in favour of things like social media.  I'm not sure how long we can continue to publish at the rate we are hemorrhaging money, but that is more your problem than mine.  The Rattler has the same problems, but they don't care if the printed paper loses money since its only purpose is to drive traffic to their web site where people can see the naughty pictures, tell themselves they are not looking at porn and make the bastards money from the online ad deals they cut."

"All of those pictures of the She Legion are fake," retorted Axanna hotly.  "Ok, most of them are fake," she conceded when Lou raised an eyebrow.  She didn't like having to do it, but sometimes things were a little hazy after a "difficult" case with a villain.  She knew there were some pictures of herself as Green Spectre on the Rattler's website that looked damn real, even if she had no memory of when or where they were taken.

"Look, it's none of my business since you pay me to just put out the paper," said Lou, "but as a friend, how bad is it really?"

"Pretty bad," replied Axanna with a grimace.  There weren't many people in the world she would confide something like this to, but she and Lou went back a long ways and she knew she could trust him.  "Morgan Enterprises has diversified since I took over from my husband," and a look of pain crossed the blonde's face at the memory of her husband's death, "so I am personally not in any danger of going bankrupt or becoming homeless.  The newspaper part of Morgan Enterprises, however, is as of two years ago a money loser.  I can write off a certain amount of it thanks to some clever accountants, but the Times is really a charity case at this point."

"How long can even you continue to support your charity case?" asked Lou quietly.

"I don't intend to see my husband's dream snuffed out," replied Axanna and avoiding the question.

"What about a Pay Wall?" asked Lou.  "Right now we are giving away our online edition and the ad revenue it is bringing can't be that much."

"It isn't," agreed Axanna, "but we aren't the New York Times or the Washington Post," responded Axanna.  "I've commissioned surveys and putting up a pay wall is a no go, especially with the Rattler online being free.  We would just lose more money."

"We could fight fire with fire," said Lou, his heart nearly stopping as he suggested something he hated, but which he felt was his duty to do.  "We could find girls with bigger tits and feature more of the kinds of stories the Rattler covers."

To his relief, Axanna shook her head.  "My husband believed in the importance of good journalism to the proper functioning of a democracy.  We will continue to cover the stories that are truly important to people even if a lot of those people don't realize it."

"You're the boss," replied Lou with a twisted smile.  "I better go and check on things in the newsroom.  We have a couple of young reporters who think  lol is suitable to include in their stories.  It wouldn't be so bad if one of them didn't try and use it last week when covering the Scherman murder."

Axanna watched Lou go out the door and close it before she let her guard down and picked up the picture of her late husband Nathan that she kept on her desk and choked back a few tears.  She had been young when she married and pretty damn naïve if not outright stupid.  She had been the stereotype of the busty, blonde trophy wife, a former model,  who had been attracted by his  power and wealth when the American millionaire had travelled to Russia on a business trip.  Then to her total surprise, she had found herself falling in love with the man she had married, not for his yacht and his mansions, but for who and what he was as a man.  He had truly believed in the importance of a free and responsible press in a properly functioning democracy.  The tragedy had been that just as she had truly come to love Nathan, he had been killed while trying to rescue her from kidnappers.   "I am doing my best dear," she half sobbed, "but I don't know how much longer I can keep it up."

 ** *

Hexanna looked around at her assembled teachers and students and tried not to cringe in embarrassment as she began to  speak.  She was more than two thousand years old for the goddess's sake and after all she had done and had done to her, this was still one of the hardest things she had ever done.  "I have a problem," she began.  "I need a virgin for a spell I am working on."

There was dead silence in the room and then all the other students blushed slightly pink and turned to look at Piya who got more than slightly pink.  "Why is everyone looking at me?" she complained, "How do you know I am a virgin, er assuming I am one that is?  I might have had dozens of lovers for all you know."

"Piya, my love," drawled her roommate Serena," you blushed when you saw Fred and Wilma Flintstone in the same bed just watching television."

"I did not!" denied Piya who knew it was a losing cause, but wasn't ready to give up the fight yet.  "How do I know you aren't a virgin?" she asked Serena.

"Honey," drawled the British girl, "I seduced my chauffeur when I was 15 and it didn't happen earlier because the poor bastard managed to hold out for a year."

"Ok, fine," sighed Piya.  "I am a virgin and I am not ashamed of it."  At least not much, she added to herself.  "Why do you need a virgin?" she asked Hexanna.  "It doesn't involve a volcano does it?"

"No," Hexanna hurriedly assured her.  "In fact, it doesn't technically change your um status.  The rest of you students are dismissed.  I know you would like to learn more, but secrecy is vital to the spell I am working on.  Please don't discuss this with anyone outside this school or where you might be overheard by outsiders.  Piya, please come to my office with me."

Back in Hexanna's office, Piya found two strange women waiting for them.  Both were Chinese, one looking quite old and one about her own age.  "This is Mrs. Wong and her granddaughter Judy," said Hexanna making introductions and then gesturing for Piya to have a seat.

"Pleased to  meet you," said Piya politely as she sat down and looked at Hexanna with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. 

"Let me get right to the point," said Hexanna.  "We need to open a portal to another world.  The ritual to do it requires that a virgin fuck the person or persons to go through the portal to an orgasm."

Piya found herself staring at Hexanna, unable to say anything for several seconds.  "I, um don't understand ma'am.  I have been at the school for almost a year now and you know I don't have the um equipment to do that."

"That's where Mrs. Wong comes in," said Hexanna gesturing to the old Chinese woman.

"This is an ancient artifact handed down for generations in our clan," said Mrs. Wong as she produced an object from a wood box she had been holding on her lap.

Piya had to stifle a laugh as she looked at what was probably the oldest and maybe even the first strap-on in the history of the world.  Instead of modern plastic and rubber it was made of polished, smooth wood that had faded to an almost ivory colour and from which dangled a number of leather straps with metal buckles.  "You mean, you want me to put that on and fuck you?" gasped Piya turning to stare at Hexanna.  The thought of getting naked and doing that with her teacher both terrified her and excited her at the same time.

"Not me," said Hexanna hurriedly even as her traitor mind had flashed an image of exactly that to her.  "The two people going through the portal are Got Gal and Got Chic. I assume you know them from television and newspapers?"

Piya nodded and her heart rate which had started to slow when Hexanna had said it wouldn't be her being fucked began to climb back again.  She had indeed seen the blonde, white heroine and her black sidekick on television and thought them both incredibly hot.

"The spell won't hurt you in any way," Hexanna hurried to reassure Piya.  "That's the reason Judy is here.  She um performed the spell previously to open the portal."

"It was great!" enthused Judy, "and I wish I could do it again but while I am still a virgin in the technical sense, the spell can only be done once with any given performer."

"I don't want to pressure you," said Hexanna, "but this is really important and lives could depend on it.  Can we count on you?"

"Fuck yes," breathed Piya as a huge smile broke out on her face.

* * *

"Damn, I wish you had brought this story to us," said Axanna as she held up the front page of the Rattler to her visitor as she was sitting down.

"I would rather that story have not been picked up by anyone," replied Angela Greer with a grimace.

"Yeah, I suppose that's true," said Axanna glancing again at the discreetly edited picture of the naked Lady Midnight fleeing the dorm.  "It's just this rag has been feeding on our subscribers lately.  I take it that you ran into Prax?"

"You got that right," agreed Angela, who recounted her search for the missing girls and her deal with Prax to free them.  "When I woke up, I was pretty fuzzy and pretty damn horny still and that's how that headline happened.  Not my proudest moment."

"How do you feel now?" asked Axanna.

"Still fucking horny," admitted Angela.  "Professor Werder would like to run some more tests, but I didn't feel like being poked and prodded and I don't mean by the boner he got either.  He says it will wear off in a week or two, but until then I am trying to minimize my contact with others.  The increased pheromone level affects everyone I get near, but it affects other Aphrodites more."  Angela was going to continue, but broke off when she saw Axanna was barely listening and was staring at her chest.  "Like it is with you right now," she said with a sigh.

"No, I'm fine," protested Axanna as she wiped a little drool from the corner of her mouth.  "I can totally control it."

"Uh huh, that's why you put Summer in a hotel until she stops triggering everyone around her including her own mother," snorted Angela.

"mmmm?" murmured Axanna as she got up and moved around her desk.

"Hold it Axanna, what are you doing?" asked Angela as she watched the blonde unbuttoning her blouse.

"Just getting comfy," replied Axanna with a smile as she dropped her top onto the floor and climbed onto Angela's lap facing her  and kissing the astonished DA on the lips.  "I've always thought you were so hot," whispered Axanna when she broke the kiss.

Oh crap, I should have known coming here to talk to Axanna was a bad idea, thought Angela, though her body was cheering the move as shown by the dampness she felt between her legs.  Angela's hands rose and cupped those huge white tits and gave them a gentle squeeze.  "It's the bloody damn pheromones Axanna," she half growled as the blonde broke the kiss and arched her back, enjoying her breasts being fondled.

"Who cares," replied Axanna sounding like she was on the way to intoxication as she began to undo Angela's top and slipped it off.  Leaning forward, she kissed the dark skinned woman passionately on the mouth while their contrasting and equally large breasts pressed sensually into each other.

There was a sudden soft knocking on Axanna's office door and a woman about fifty in a severe, professional looking business suit slipped inside and closed the door quickly behind her.  She noted the two women in the one chair who broke their kiss to look at her, then she coloured slightly and looked away.

"Yes, Elaine, what is it?" asked Axanna calmly and not trying to hide her topless body. 

"Pardon my intrusion on your meeting Ms. Morgan," said Elaine, but you have an unscheduled visitor that I thought it best to alert you about in person.  I wasn't aware you were," and the executive assistant couldn't help but steal a look at Angela's bare breasts, "engaged in such serious negotiations."

"They were unplanned," sighed Axanna as she reluctantly climbed off Angela and picked up her discarded blouse from the floor.  "Who is it that has you so flustered?"

"I don't get flustered Ms. Morgan," replied Elaine calmly, but she was still careful to keep her gaze from Angela's bare boobs as the dark skinned DA also put her top back on.  "Ms. Gloria MacDougal is in the waiting room."
"The publisher of the Rattler?" asked Axanna as she tore her gaze from the disappearing view of Angela's tits to look at Elaine sharply.

"Indeed," confirmed Elaine primly.

"I am really interested to see what she has to say," said Axanna looking over at Angela with an apologetic smile.

"No problem," said Angela , now dressed and heading for the door.  She was still horny as hell, but the interruption had allowed her to get herself back under control.  Maybe Elaine emitted anti pheromones since Axanna also looked to have recovered control.

"Please send Ms. MacDougal in Elaine," said Axanna sitting back behind her desk and running a finger through her hair to coax  a few errant strands back into place.

"Hello Ms. MacDougal," said Angela to the platinum blonde as she paused in front of the woman in the waiting room.  "I'm Angela Greer, Assistant DA.  I want to put you officially on notice that some of the photos your paper has been running are skirting the line when it comes to obscenity rules."  Angela had been less than happy at the pictures the Rattler had printed of her as Lady Midnight.

"I'm sure I will tell our lawyers," replied Gloria with a smirk and then she brushed by Angela into Axanna's office.

* * *

The bathroom in the small basement apartment under Wong's Pizza felt very crowded to Piya.  There seemed no way to dislodge Mrs. Wong without using dynamite, Judy was there to provide support or so she said and of course Hexanna and the two got gals were there.  The latter two were standing in the shower still fully clothed, though the skimpiness and near transparency of their outfits was such they might has well have been naked.  Now everyone was looking at Piya and she was starting to wonder why in the hell she had so quickly volunteered for this insane ritual.  Then she glanced at the two buxom heroines and knew the answer.  Still, she felt more than a little self conscious as everyone watched her remove her clothes.  She had played soccer and some other sports, but never seriously, so while she wasn't fat, she was not in possession of a sculpted, muscular body.  There was a bit of baby fat left that suddenly made her wish she had spent more time in the gym, but when she looked up and met the eyes of the others, they weren't noticing that.  Her breasts had started straining the D cup bra she had been wearing and it was those two large mounds that all eyes were turned to.

"Mmmm, very hot," said Got Chic with a broad smile as she took in the naked Piya.

Judy took the ancient strap-on from Mrs. Wong and bent down to buckle it in place on Piya.  The girl felt Judy's fingers "slip" a few times and brush over her pussy lips and clit, but no one else seemed to notice.  Meanwhile the Got Gals had stripped off their costumes since Hexanna had said that no clothes could cross the portal.  "You could do it if you were trained in magic like I am," she said, "but otherwise the only thing you can take with you are your jewels."  These were now attached to chains that Hexanna had charmed to also make the journey.  "Nancy called it the Marshmallow Dimension, since every time there was evil around, she smelled marshmallows.  It might actually be a section of the astral plane, but like you, she had no magical abilities and so the plane presented itself to her in a way her non magical mind could understand.  Any questions anyone before we get started?"

"Um I got one," said Piya who now stood there naked with the strap-on cock projecting out from her groin.  "I um only can er fuck one of them at a time.  How is that going to work?"

"It's not really a problem," replied Hexanna.  "You only have to fuck one of them to an orgasm as long as the other is in intimate contact and achieves her own orgasm at the same time, give or take a second or two."

The Got Gals looked a little startled at this, but they both looked at each other and shrugged.  "I can live with that," said Got Gal with a grin as she regarded the naked body of her sidekick.

Piya stepped into the shower with the two naked heroines and watched as they wrapped their arms around each other with their tits pressed tight together and began to kiss deeply without any apparent concern for modesty or privacy.  "I think you two have been practicing," smirked Hexanna.  Piya, hesitantly positioned herself behind Got Gal who obligingly widened her stance to give the girl better access to her pussy.  Taking a deep breath, Piya lined up the head of the strap-on and began to slide it home into the blonde's snatch.

"You go girl," encouraged Judy.

Mrs. Wong and Hexanna didn't say anything, but both had their eyes riveted on the strap-on as the fake cock slowly disappeared into Got Gal's love tunnel.

"Mmmm that feels rather nice," said Got Gal who flashed Piya a smile and then went back to kissing her sidekick.  The heroine also reached down and found the dark skinned girl's clit and began to gently rub it in time to Piya's thrusting hips.

Both Judy and Hexanna had their hands in their bottoms now as Piya began to fuck Got Gal in earnest with her young, firm breasts jiggling enticingly as she did so.  Got Gal had been chosen as the one to take the strap-on cock as she was more experienced and could judge how close her orgasm was as she played with Got Chic and tried to synchronise their orgasms.

"How you doing Got Chic?" asked the panting blonde heroine.

"I am not far," gasped Got Chic.  "About another ten seconds before I pop my cork."

"A little faster then Piya dear," encouraged Got Gal thrusting her ass back to meet Piya's movements.  Piya readily complied with the request as sweat poured off her and she thought this was her kind of exercise.

"Oh fuck I am cumming!" screamed Got Chic.

"Me too!"  yelled Got Gal and they all saw a portal open up in the shower.

"Good luck," called Hexanna as the two Got Gals stumbled through the opening and were gone.

* * *

"So, what can I do for you and your mysterious employers Ms. MacDougal?" asked Axanna when her guest had seated herself.

"Mysterious employers?" replied Gloria with a raised and perfectly plucked and shaped eyebrow.  "I wasn't aware FutureX Enterprises was at all mysterious."

"No, it is just a company that came out of nowhere less than a year ago and there is no record of who owns it or runs it," countered Axanna.

Gloria shrugged, "It is a privately owned company, so there is no legal requirement to file documents with the SEC.  FutureX is not on any stock exchange, but it is just a matter of desiring privacy rather than seeking mystery."

"Fine, let's set aside the privacy or mystery issue, depending on your point of view, and return to the reason for your visit today?"

"It is mainly just a courtesy call," replied Gloria.  "There are a few weekly and niche publications in Delta City, but we represent the only two real newspapers and it seemed like a good idea for us to meet and open good communication lines."

Axanna wanted to say something about the Rattler being nothing more than a gossip rag, but forced that comment to the back of her mind.  "I see," she said instead.  "Are you suggesting we install a hot line like the one between Washington and Moscow so we can discuss things instead of starting to launch weapons at each other?"  Ok, that was fairly sarcastic, she told herself, but it was better than her original "go fuck yourself and your trashy rag" thought would have been.

"I don't think we need to be adversaries," said Gloria with a bit of a forced smile.  "We brought the Rattler to Delta City since we saw a segment of the market that wasn't being served by your august publication."

"Yes, the part of the market that likes bare breasted girls with their morning coffee and if you will pardon the pun, titillating pictures," responded Axanna.

Gloria was about to speak when her purse began to buzz.  "My apologies," she said, "but I believe that this is a call from one of my, as you call them, mysterious employers."

"Go ahead," said Axanna with ill grace at the interruption.

Gloria opened her purse, dug out her phone and answered the call.  Axanna sat there fuming and listening to one side of a conversation.

"Yes, I am meeting with Ms. Morgan right at the moment."

"I can give you a report about it and the other things we need to discuss tonight at your party."

"Thank-you, I will see you then."

Gloria put the phone back in her purse.  "I really must apologize for that bit of rudeness, but one thing my employers insist on is a prompt response from me 24 /7."

"That's not a very good work, life balance," observed Axanna.

"No, but I am well compensated for my time," replied Gloria.  "I hate to cut our initial meeting short, but I was reminded that there are some other things I must attend to.  Mainly, as I said, I just wanted to open up communication lines between our two papers."

"Well, I suppose you can consider that mission accomplished," said Axanna dryly as she stood up and walked Gloria to the office door.  When the other woman had gone, Axanna walked back to the desk, but noticed a piece of paper that had fallen to the floor beside the chair.  The blonde picked it up and hurried to the door, but Gloria was long gone.  It's probably just a gas receipt or something like that, she thought as she put it on the corner of her desk, but it wouldn't be right to look at it.  She sat down and found she was still staring at the paper.  I should give it to Elaine and have her courier it over to Gloria, but it might not be worth the effort.  I am definitely not thinking of looking at it in case it provides some clue about the people backing the Rattler.  Looking at it would be highly unprofessional and possibly unethical.  On the other hand, I need to know what is on it in order to judge if it is worth trying to return it.  If it tells me something about her employers then that is just a happy bonus.  Finally, Axanna found her hand stealing towards the paper without conscious direction from her, picking it up, unfolding it and reading the contents.

‘"You are cordially invited to attend a costume ball on …," Axanna stopped to check the date given against her desk calendar and realized this party was tonight.  "Cocktails at 7:00 p.m.,, followed by special entertainment.  Wine and hors d'oeuvres    will be served.  Prizes, including one for best costume,  will be given.  Unmasking at Midnight."

The address given was in a rich part of town, not far from Morgan Manor.  Axanna thought the place had been empty since the previous owner had died and the children had fought over the will.  It must have been sold, thought Axanna and possibly to some of the mysterious people backing that rag.  This might be a very good opportunity for someone such as Green Spectre, who has her own costume, to attend and investigate.  Axanna smiled and placed the invitation in her pocket.

 ** *

The butler who had answered the door hadn't even blinked when Green Spectre gave him the purloined invitation, though he had spent a few seconds staring down her cleavage which was something she was rather used to men and many women doing.  Inside there were a hundred or so people milling around dressed in costumes in the large ball room.  Everyone was peering at everyone else to try and guess who they were as one of the prizes was for the person who guessed the most people correctly.  Axanna hadn't planned to be around at midnight for the unmasking, but if she had to stay for some reason, she didn't see it as any threat to her secret identity.  The guy in the Tarzan outfit wasn't really Tarzan and so she wasn't really Green Spectre.

Green Spectre milled about for an hour or so, choosing a glass of champagne at random from a tray with a dozen glasses on it to be sure no one was going to feed her a drugged drink.  What was it Maxwell Smart would have said.  "I can't believe I fell for the old drugged champagne drink trick again.  That was the third time this year."  Unfortunately, that number was a little too accurate for the heroine's comfort and she was not going to make it four.  While the prizes were irrelevant to her, she did find identifying the other members of the gathering through their disguises a fun exercise for her detective skills.  It seemed that wearing a mask to hide your identity made it easier to see through such a simple trick in others.  For a fleeting moment, she worried that her own identity might not be as secure as she thought, but quickly dismissed that notion as silly.  She was a trained detective after all and so it was just easier for her.  She was helped by the fact that it was clear that these people were the cream of Delta City society or at least thought they were.  In no time at all, green Spectre picked out the Edgewaters, Darlingtons, Petersons, and Roosevelts.  The paunchy man in the Zorro costume was definitely Mayor Franklin.  One person Green Spectre was surprised  to not see was Brenda Wade.  Maybe her billionaire friend had gotten wind of the guest list and had passed, but Brenda was always so smooth making small talk with even those she detested which was a large part of this group.

Green Spectre's private game was interrupted by a woman standing on the little stage where musicians normally played.  She was wearing a curly red wig and was apparently supposed to be Little Orphan Annie, though her dress was rather on the short side for that innocent character, thought Green Spectre.  The detective was sure it was Gloria MacDougal, so apparently purloining her invitation hadn't kept the bitch out of the party.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," said the slutty Annie.  "We are ready to commence our special entertainment for the evening.  Could everyone please go out to the pool area," and she gestured to a pair of wide open doors.

Green Spectre was starting to follow the bemused crowd when one of the maids who had been serving drinks came up to her and held out her hand with something in it.  "Excuse me Miss, but I was told to give you this."  Green Spectre took the object, watched the maid do a little curtsey and hurry away before glancing at the object which turned out to be an earbud.  Puzzled, Green Spectre put the ear bud in and a few seconds later heard a female voice talking to her.  She wasn't absolutely certain, but it sounded an awful lot like Annie or rather Gloria MacDougal.

"Hello Green Spectre.  I was hoping that bitch Axanna Morgan would give you the invitation.  I was certain the two of you were such snoopy busybodies that you couldn't resist the bait if it was dangled in front of your tits.  I almost thought for a moment that Axanna came herself, but that trophy wife hasn't the figure or the guts to do her own dirty work."

"What is this all about?" demanded Green Spectre, assuming the earbud also had a built-in microphone so the other woman could hear her.

"You will find out soon enough," promised the voice.  "Come out to the pool area and the little drama I have arranged for you."

The earbud went silent and Green Spectre had no choice but to go out to the pool area where Annie / Gloria was standing on another little raised stage and gesturing to the large lawn beyond the pool.  "For your entertainment tonight, we have something unique."  Spotlights came on from somewhere near the top of the house and played over some structures, lighting them up briefly.  "It is a game of Clue with live actors."  This time the lights came back on longer and the watching audience could see nine "rooms" laid out on the grass with diamond shaped walking stones connecting them.  The rooms didn't have walls, just a few pieces of furniture to provide the necessary definition.  The kitchen had a stove, fridge and table; the living room had a large sofa and chairs; the pool room had of course a large pool table and a bar; and so on.

"Now I know what you are thinking," said Gloria, "that Clue is an old and boring game.  Which it is, so I have modified it to make it more interesting.  Tonight you will see the introduction of Sexual Clue.  Please don't run off and tell Hasbro about it or there goes our entertainment for tonight. This brought a round of laughter from the crowd and Gloria waited until it had died down before going on.  "The game has its usual six standard characters and nine rooms, but instead of a murder our witness has seen a sex act being performed between the guilty party and a prostitute.  The object is to determine who did the nasty, in what room and what the sex act was."  This brought more peals of titillated laughter from the crowd.

A massive screen lit up then above the center of the playing area, listing the characters, rooms and the sex acts.  The last group consisted of:

Oral sex
69
Missionary
Doggy
Cowgirl
Reverse Cowgirl

"The rules have been slightly modified to fit the new game.  When a character enters a room, he or she will make a guess about what was seen.  The character named will then have to perform the sex act with the prostitute, so we can evaluate the performance.  For this purpose, let me introduce Zelda, one of Delta city's hard working girls."  At this point a spotlight settled on a large breasted black woman in a lowcut top and micro mini skirt who stood near the center of the game zone.  She held her one arm in the air fist clenched like a boxer who has just won a fight while the audience whistled and cheered.

"The sharper witted among you have probably already realized that some of the sex acts might be difficult to reproduce without the participants having the necessary equipment."  More peals of laughter.  "To alleviate that problem, Zelda has brought along a little friend."  The hooker held up a quite large strap-on green dildo and the crowd cheered.  "That is indeed one of the famous real life duplicates of the Aberration's   penis which will be auctioned off to raise money for charity after the game."

"Now here are our six volunteers to play the game," said Gloria and one by one a spotlight picked up five figures on the game board.  "Ms. Scarlet, Professor Plum, Ms. White, Mr. Peacock and Colonel Mustard."  The five figures all blinked in the bright light and Green Spectre wondered if she was the only one to see the look of terror on their faces and the dilated pupils that indicated they had been drugged.  If those were volunteers, then she was the Aberration and didn't need the stupid strap-on.

What was even more shocking, however,  was that she recognized all five of them despite the masks they had been given in the appropriate colours.  Colonel Mustard appeared to be her editor Lou Tyler.  Professor Plum was David Burkowitz, the head of the union local for newspaper workers.  Mr. Peacock was the slimy news anchor Chet Cheston.  Ms. Scarlet was Laura Kincaid, the former assistant to the Mayor and now running against him in the upcoming election and who had been a very vocal critic of the Rattler's sensational style.  Finally, Green Spectre had barely suppressed a gasp when Ms. White turned out to be her daughter Summer.  She had instinctively started to move to rescue Summer when the voice in her earbud spoke again in warning.

"Now don't get hasty Green Spectre, there are snipers in the upper windows of the house.  Play nice or all five of them are dead.  They are all people who have gotten in my way or just really annoyed me.  That creep Chet Cheston tried to feel me up when I went to the television studio for an interview when the Rattler started.  I would have preferred Axanna to her daughter Summer, but my men couldn't find the bitch.  She is probably in hiding after sending you to do her dirty work."

The earbud went silent again and once more Gloria spoke to the entire group of spectators.  "ah, sorry I forgot to mention the sixth suspect.  Here is Ms. Green," and a spotlight lit up Green Spectre.  "We had to switch a couple of the genders of the suspects to keep a balance.  That is why we have Mr. Peacock, as the illustrious Green Spectre volunteered to play and everyone knows what her favourite colour is."

"Remember the snipers and please take your starting spot," said the voice in the earbud that only Green Spectre could hear and the spotlight led the heroine to her assigned place.
The winner of the game will have one hundred thousand dollars donated in his or her name to the charity of his or her choice, or at least anonymously as none of them will be required to remove their masks due to the delicate nature of their activities tonight"  This brought a fresh round of titters from the crowd.  Green Spectre rather suspected that the snipers would finish them all including the winner, but at the moment she saw no option but to participate as a quick glance at her She Legion communicator showed no signal, probably from some blocking device.  Of the other five, she only disliked Chet Cheston and him getting a bullet through the head wouldn't hurt her feelings much, but  the other four had to be protected at all costs, especially Summer.  Brukowitz was sometimes a bit of a pain in the ass to her as Axanna Morgan since as union head, he was always going on about raises and working conditions.  Still, he seemed to be an honest man who was only doing his damned irritating duty.

"Is Prax behind this?" demanded Green Spectre as she reached her spot.

"Prax? Replied Gloria in a puzzled tone.  "What has the caterer got to do with this?"  Green Spectre looked back towards the slightly elevated pool area where the food tables were and saw a dark haired man smiled and give her a little wave.

* * *

Strike Force Alpha (at least according to Champion Girl) … Somwhere in deepest darkest Africa.  Ok, that is possibly a bit of a racist stereotype and since it is daytime, it's not all that dark.  Plus the location is not that far inland from the coast, but saying "In light, moderately deep Africa" just doesn't have much panache.

"Mmmm that feels real good," moaned Jungle Babe, her eyes closed and savouring the pleasure.  "You lick pussy the best Sara."

"That's not me love," said Lady Sara Kraft

"Mmmmm, I didn't think Candace was near this good though," moaned the jungle heroine as she still kept her eyes shut.

"Thank-you very much for the critique," said Candace Graham, otherwise known as Champion Girl.  "I've obviously never had the experience you two have at cunnilingus, but that isn't me either."

"Then who?" asked Jungle Babe and her eyes snapped open.  She looked down between her large, full boobs to see whose tongue was doing such a great job on her pussy and gasped.  "What the fuck is that thing?"

"If I had to venture a guess," said Lady Kraft, "I would say it is the very latest in Pregger Plants, either complements of Dragon Queen, or if not directly a new, mutated version of one of her pets."

"We've nicknamed it a Tongue Plant," volunteered Champion Girl.

The reason for the name was blindingly obvious.  The plant had the usual assortment of vines for capturing and penetrating orifices, suction cup like flowers for fastening onto breasts and milking them and other flowers that gave off a chloroform like gas.  The thing that was new was a petal on one of the large flowers with a fleshy piece shaped like a human tongue, a long human tongue that is and it was currently buried inside Jungle Babe's pussy lapping away.

Memories suddenly flooded back into Jungle Babe.  They had changed planes in London to Lady Krafts and sent Brenda's jet back to Delta City for Gamma team.  There had been some very pleasant moments on the long flight to Africa involving Sara and Candace, the latter seeming to lose some of her lesbian inhibitions, though possibly only due to the lingering effects of being nailed by Prax.   Once they landed in Africa, they had taken a jeep and headed into the jungle to find the rare Nookie Plant.  The plant with the purple and yellow flowers was found in only one small part of Africa and it had taken two days of ass rattling travel to reach it.  They had come the last dozen or so miles on foot and came into a clearing lousy with Nookie plants when something had grabbed her  and things went black just after she remembered seeing a large flower travelling towards her face.

"Why would a Pregger Plant develop a tongue to ahhhhhhhh do such a good job licking pussy?" asked a puzzled Jungle Babe.

"Probably because the lubrication it causes makes it easier to shove a breeding tentacle inside your cunt," said Sara brightly.

"What? exclaimed Jungle Babe and then she looked up at her two companions for the first time.  The pleasure had initially kept her from realizing she was naked and hung in a spread eagled position vertically by the aforementioned vines.  She noticed this now, but only in passing as the real shock was the sight of Lady Kraft and Candace, both strung up in the same fashion, but with their bellies distended as if several months pregnant.  "Oh my goddess, you are both …," she trailed off.

"Knocked up?" replied Sara with a sigh.  "Afraid so and even more afraid you are next."

Jungle Babe suppressed a moan of disappointment as the tongue petal was withdrawn at this time and one of the penetrating type of tentacles began to move towards each of her openings.  Several feet back of the tentacle tips were large swellings that appeared to contain round seed pods.

"I'm to young to be a mother to a bunch of plants," wailed Jungle Babe as the three tentacles slipped into her ass, pussy and mouth.

"Despite having been on the receiving end of that," said Lady Kraft nodding her head at the triple impaled jungle heroine, "my damn Aphrodite gene is trying to tell me how hot that is."

"Mine too," said Champion Girl with a sigh.  "I just hope the other two strike teams are doing better than we are."

	 * * *

Beta Team … Somewhere in deepest, darkest Texas.  

"What do you mean we can't go in the cave?" demanded an angry Wolf Woman as she glared down at the figure barring her path.  She was still a little stiff and a lot miffed over the long Greyhound ride which had been followed by a another rough, ass jolting ride on back roads in the jeep Texas Star had obtained for their use.  That meant her patience which was always at a premium normally, had almost completely vanished.  The object of her wrath was small, no more than three feet in height  with almost pure black skin and not a trace of hair anywhere to be seen on his body.  Most of that body was also on display as the only item of clothing was a black loin cloth which so blended in with his skin colour, you had to look twice to see it was there.  Wolf Woman had indeed looked twice and even thrice as she hadn't quite been able to believe the size of the schlong that appeared to be semi hidden under the loin cloth.  She wasn't even sure though that the creature was human due to his size and the odd bumpy look of his smooth skull.

"Cave sacred to our people," replied the tiny figure, smiling at them from the other side of the small fire he had built in the mouth of the cave.  "It would be desecration to allow you outsiders to enter."

"Now look here little fellah," said Texas Star and saw the small man frown at her choice of title for him.  "Um, it might help if you told us your name if you want us to address you properly and for that matter, who exactly your people are.  I've lived in this area all ma life and I never saw you before."

"I am ‘He who guards the door of the people from all intrusions of all non people during the hours when the sun is in the sky and the moon is not yet visible'," said the small man.  "As for the name of our people, that is a silly, childish question.  We are the People."

"Ok, Mr.  I am the one who …," Texas Star trailed off trying to remember the entire name as he had proclaimed it.  "Er, can I just call you Mr. Guard?"

"That would be a terrible insult to my ancestors," said I am ‘He who guards the door of the people from all intrusions of all non people during the hours when the sun is in the sky and the moon is not yet visible',".  "Still I shall allow it under one condition. As a show of good faith."

"Ok, what's that?" asked Texas Star.

"Show me your boobs," said I am ‘He who guards the door of the people from all intrusions of all non people during the hours when the sun is in the sky and the moon is not yet visible.

"Why you little pervert," snapped Texas Star, going for her holstered guns.

"You can't shoot him," said Power Lass , grabbing Texas Star's wrists hurriedly from behind, though due to the size of her prodigious boobs, they were poking the Texan in the back.

"Sure I can," replied Texas Star.  "Hell, you know I never miss what I shoot at and I only loaded my six shooters with tranquilizer rounds!"

‘I meant, we are supposed to be the good guys, er gals and we can't just shoot someone, even with tranquilizers and stomp into their home."

"It's just a cave," snapped Texas Star.

"Yes, but it's his cave," replied Power Lass. "It is also the only place left apparently where we can find the mushrooms that Hexanna's potion needs.  We need to play nice."

"Putting tranquilizers in my guns was playing nice," protested Texas Star, but she took her hands of the hilts of her guns.  "Fine, have it your way then.  You can show him your tits.  They are almost as big as mine."

"They are bigger," snapped Power Lass and then she turned to the small man.  "How about I show you my boobs?   Will that suffice?"

"Want to see all three sets," said I am ‘He who guards the door of the people from all intrusions of all non people during the hours when the sun is in the sky and the moon is not yet visible, with a grin as his gaze took in all three heroines.

"Now, will you let me shoot him?" asked Texas Star.

"Oh don't be a baby," replied Power Lass.  "It isn't like it will be the first time someone saw your boobs and who is going to know way out here?  On the count of three, we all give him a little thrill.  Agreed?"  The other two heroines nodded reluctant agreement and on the count of three, all lifted up their tops and gave the man a good long look at their tits for ten seconds before hiding them away again.

"Ok then Mr. Guard," said Texas Star.  "Now that you saw our hooters,
We are going into the cave to hunt some mushrooms."

"No," said Guard.

"What do you mean no??" yelled Texas Star.  "We kept our end of the deal."

That was only so you could use short form of my name," replied Guard.

"Now can I shoot him?" asked Texas Star looking hopefully at Power Lass.

"It's getting more tempting," admitted Power Lass, "but I want to give diplomacy another try."  She turned back to Guard.  "Look, we are on a vitally important mission that affects the lives of millions of people.  We just want to go into your cave and find some mushrooms we need.  How about it?"

"Stupid big tit bimbos want to get high?" asked Guard.

This time it was Wolf Woman and Texas Star combined who had to restrain Power Lass from leaping the fire and thrashing the man.  "Ok, ok, I am fine now," said Power Lass after a few seconds struggle.  The other two heroines let her go and she turned back to Guard once more.  "We don't want to get high.  They are for a very important magic spell.  The fate of all our world might be on the line.  Is there something we can do to appease you and let us go into the cave?"

Guard seemed to think for a bit.  "Take all clothes off and spread your legs so I fuck all three of you," he demanded.

"Ok, now you can shoot him," said Power Lass looking at Texas Star.

Before the Texan could draw her guns, however, Guard pulled some leaves out of his loincloth and threw them on the fire.  They all stared expectantly at the fire which only smoked a little bit more, but that was all.  "Damn, I thought the nightshade leaves I got from that magic shop in Delta City looked a little punky," said Guard and before any of the trio could react, he raced into the cave and was swallowed up by the darkness.

* * *

Gamma Team … Somewhere at sea

"This is fucking great," growled Shield and she banged a fist on the engine of the small boat in frustration.  "I told you both not to rent a boat from that creep."

"Hey, he was called Honest Han," protested Flag Girl as she took her gaze away from the seemingly endless surface of the ocean to glare at the red haired heroine.  "If you can't trust someone with a name like Honest Han, then who can you trust."

"He also said how intelligent my eyes looked," put in Amazing Babe who was sitting in the prow of the boat.

"First off," snapped Shield.  "If anyone has to tell you he is honest, that probably means he isn't.  Second," she said looking at Amazing Babe, "How could he tell anything about your eyes when he was staring down your top at your tits the entire time?  I tried to warn you both, but you outvoted me and now look where we are, stranded miles from land with a dud engine.  Oh, and lest I forget, to top it all off we are in the middle of the fucking Bermuda Triangle!"  Shield sat down and resumed glaring at her two companions.  They had flown in Brenda Wade's private jet to the nearest airport to their destination, sitting on seats that were damp and uncomfortable.  The pilot had said he was sorry, but had been forced to hose the seats down when the plane got to London with Alpha team onboard.  What in the hell had Jungle Babe and Champion Girl been doing?  Ok, that question wasn't hard to answer.  Well at least the three of them hadn't acted so disgracefully during their trip, though that might be due to the experimental pills to counter the effects of a session with Prax that Professor Werder had given them before they took off.  Shield had barely noticed that Flag Girl was wearing the smallest black thong under her very short skirt at all.  In fact, she had noticed it so little, she had only had to make three trips to the small  washroom to rub out an orgasm  She thought that was pretty damn good since Amazing Babe had made five trips to the washroom.

"What do we do now?" whined Flag Girl.

"I suppose we should call She Legion HQ and ask for rescue," replied amazing Babe with a sigh.  Professor Werder's pills were working so well, that Shield didn't hardly notice how it made the blonde's beachball sized boobs jiggle up and down in that ridiculously skimpy costume.

"No way," cried Flag Girl.  "We will never hear the end of it from Ms. Americana.  She wanted to send a senior heroine with us, but they all had to stay in Delta City waiting for Prax to nail them or some stupid reason like that.  Anyway, it gave us a chance to prove we could do things without them, so we can't go crawling back to them for help."

"What do you suggest we do then?" asked Amazing Babe.  "It's not like someone is going to come along and offer to give us a push."

"Hey, you girls in the boat, do you need a push?" came a young male voice.  The three heroines looked around at the empty ocean surface and saw no sign of the source of the voice.  "Down here," said the voice with a sigh.

Looking over the side of the boat, they saw one of the black, scaled Fish Men smiling a toothy grin up at them.  "Just try anything buster and you'll get a mouthful of fist," said Flag Girl as she glared at the Fish Man.  She still had some very vivid memories of previous encounters with the Fish Men that had ended up with her naked and cocks shoved into all her openings multiple times.

"Nah, I wouldn't try anything with three such smart, young women," said the Fish Man.  "I'm not into that whole conquer the hated surface dwellers and rape bit.  That's actually why I am so far from Delta City.  All the big fish are planning their next invasion of Delta City.  It's the 17th of next month if you are interested.  By the way, my name is Angler and I didn't care to get drafted into the glorious cause, so I decided to go AWOL and do a little exploring in warmer waters.  Imagine my surprise to find three of Delta City's finest heroines out here on the open ocean so far from home."

"Why do you Fish Men keep trying to attack Delta City anyway?" asked Amazing Babe.  "I mean, you must have tried it four or five times by now."

"Yeah, and it always ends up the same way," agreed Angler.  "We come ashore, everyone screams and runs, we get to rape some hot chicks and then between your military and you heroines, we get kicked in the nuts and sent packing."  He shrugged, "The old guys say it is all about reclaiming our rightful place in the world that has been usurped by the hated surface dwellers which is you if you don't realize that."

"That's nonsense," said Shield.  "The Fish Men were created by Dragon Queen just a few years ago as part of one of her foul and perverted experiments."

"Yeah, well that is true, but try and tell the old geezers that," said Angler.  "Some of the younger ones are just as bad though.  They are all upset about the crap you guys dump in the ocean and sometimes it is literally crap.  These days, you find a nice juicy fish and you start to eat it and get a mouthful of plastic bag.  Actually, if it wasn't for the balls getting kicked thing, I would be right with them."

"While this is all very interesting," said Shield, "you did say something about a push.  We are trying to reach Tikini Island on a vital mission and our motor is dead.  We would really appreciate that push."

"Just how appreciative?" asked Angler with another toothy grin.

"What do you mean by that?" demanded Shield.

"Is it worth a blowjob to you?" asked Angler.  "If not, well I guess your vital mission is going to be stuck out here for days or weeks or even months while you wait for rescue.  I hope you brought lots of food and water."

Shield looked down at the handful of water bottles and granola bars they had brought and sighed.  "Huddle up girls," she said motioning to the other two heroines.  "I don't think we have much choice," said Shield.  "Do you?"

The other two heroines shook their heads.  "Who gets the dubious honour of blowing him?" asked Amazing Babe.

"I'll pick a number between 1 and 100," said Shield promptly.  "Whoever gets closest to the right answer gets to suck his scaly salami."

"That sounds fair," began Amazing Babe and then she stopped and wrinkled her forehead.  "Hey, wait a second!  You are trying to trick us."

"Well, it almost worked," smirked Shield.

"I might have been a beauty contest winner, but that doesn't mean I'm a dumb bimbo," growled Amazing Babe.

"So, what do you suggest?" asked Shield.

"How about rock, paper, scissors,?" suggested Flag Girl.  The other two shrugged and on Flag Girl's count of three, they held out their hands.  Flag Girl had rock, Amazing Babe had paper and Shield had scissors.

"My paper covers your rock, so I win," said Amazing Babe to Flag Girl.

"Yeah, but my scissors cuts your paper, so I win," pointed out Shield.

"My rock crushes your scissors," cried Flag Girl.

"It won't work with three of us," sighed Shield, "and if you stop and think about it, the winner was going to get to gulp his slimy tube steak.  We need another way to decide."

"You know, I am getting my feelings hurt by some of these remarks," cut in Angler.  "I am also getting impatient.  I know where I can find a cute little mermaid who loves to gobble cock who can get me off, so you need to decide who the lucky girl is, so we can get on with getting me off."

"I guess the only fair way is for all three of us to share the joy," said Amazing Babe.  The other two grimaced, but nodded their agreement.

"Works for me," snickered Angler as he climbed up to sit on the long edge of the boat.  "Lose those costumes and get tow work."

The three young heroines exchanged another look, sighed and began to strip.  As the three pairs of large, succulent breasts came into view, so did Angler's cock sliding out of its protective sheath to point at them in all of its ebony, glistening , scaly wonder.  Slowly the three naked girls got awkwardly to their knees in the boat in front of it, Flag Girl on the left, amazing Babe in the middle and Shield on the right.

"It's closest to you," said Flag Girl looking at Amazing Babe who rolled her eyes, opened her mouth and wrapped her full lips around the amphibian penis.

‘"See, that wasn't so hard," snickered Angler, amused at his own pun as he gave a soft moan and just watched the big breasted blonde slide her mouth further onto his cock.

"It's gross and disgusting," said Shield, her eyes fixed on the cock disappearing into her friend's mouth, though her body was yelling "fucking hot" at her.  Maybe Professor Werder's pills hadn't taken full effect yet or else it was just her natural Aphrodite hornyness showing its head, but Shield could feel herself getting wet as she watched Amazing Babe suck on the cock and one of her hands went between her legs to find her clit and start rubbing it.

After about a dozen trips of her mouth up and down the shaft of the Fish Man, amazing Babe relinquished the cock to Flag Girl who didn't need any prodding to begin her fleshy sword swallowing act.  The pig tailed blonde sidekick had her own hand between her legs as she watched Amazing Babe and her Aphrodite gene stimulated body was eager for the taste of a cock.  After another dozen or so sucks on the prick, Flag Girl passed it over to Shield who likewise was now more than willing to engulf the Fish Man's scaly cock with her mouth.  By unspoken arrangement, the three beauties passed the cock back and forth several times over the following minutes, until Angler could not hold back any longer.  At the time, his cock was deep in Shield's throat pumping away, but not wanting to favour one girl over the other he pulled his cock free and let it blast over the faces of all three heroines.  Holding it like a fire fighter holding a hose, Angler played his thick, warm cum over each face until they were covered in a sticky, white layer that dripped down off their chins onto their breasts.

"Wow, you girls are all great cocksuckers," said Angler.

"Now keep your end of the bargain and give us a lift to the island," said Shield as she unconsciously ran a tongue over her lips to lick up some more of the Fish Man's cum.

"Glad to," agreed Angler as he slipped back into the water and a moment later the boat began to move at a faster and smoother pace than the balky engine had ever managed.  A half hour later, the boat grounded ashore on the rocky beach of Tikini Island and Angler gave the trio a wave as he swam away.

 *  * *

Grinding her teeth, Green Spectre turned her attention back to what might be called a game if the stakes were not life and death.  Just as Gloria was ready to speak again, the maid who had given her the ear bud came running up to the heroine and gave her three cards as per the rules of the game. Glancing at them, Green Spectre saw she had the Colonel Mustard, 69 and study cards.

"All our volunteers have been given three cards to help them find the suspect, said Gloria.  "The other change to the rules is that instead of sharing cards to disprove a suggestion, the video screen will give a number saying how many parts of the guess were correct.  Now to get us started, the computer did a random selection and Mr. Peacock goes first.  The computer will roll the dice for each player and display that on the screen."  Two large dice appeared on the screen and after an animation settled on a 6 and a 5.

A spotlight picked out Mr. Peacock or Chet Cheston and left the other players in the dark.  The heroine saw several emotions pass over the man's face in rapid succession.  The first was terror and she was certain he had been told about the snipers.  The second was uncertainty as he looked at his dice roll and then down at his cards.  The third was lust as it occurred to him that he could get some pussy out of this without anyone knowing it was him.  It was no wonder that Tonya O'Donnell or Got Gal detested the little creep.

Having made up his mind to go for fun, Cheston quickly counted out the steps to the nearest room which happened to be the study.  "Mr. Peacock doing it doggie in the study," he announced.  This was allowed according to the rules.  A player could use his own name and the room had to be the one he or she was in.  Green Spectre thought that Zelda shared her own distaste for the newsman from the brief look on her face, but as an experienced whore, she quickly hid her feelings and trotted obediently over to the study.

"Lose the clothes and bend over the desk honey," smirked Cheston as he pulled out his cock and began to stroke it.

Zelda quickly stripped off her clothes, a task made faster by a total lack of underwear, and leaned on the desk with her legs spread and her large dark breasts dangling down.  Not bad, Green Spectre found herself thinking as she looked at the prostitute, but maybe a little too experienced and not really a candle on someone like Angela.  Switching her gaze from the woman to Cheston, the blonde heroine had to repress a giggle as she saw the man's dick.  Why did he even bother with something that small?  She watched him ram it into Zelda's pussy and apparently the hooker must have thought along similar lines from her comment.  "Anytime you are ready sugar," she called over her shoulder even though the buffoon already had his pencil dick fully sheathed inside her.
 
Cheston growled, gave the dark skinned woman's large ass a hard slap that echoed around the grounds of the mansion and began to slam himself in and out of her as hard and fast as he could go.  Goddess, I have had homeless men and virgins fuck me with more technique than he shows, thought Green spectre scornfully.  Cheston also had little in the way of staying power as after only little more than a dozen strokes, he began to pump his cum into Zelda.  The heroine switched her gaze to the corner of the video screen and saw a number "1" displayed.  That meant Cheston had lucked out on his guess at random and got one of the three criteria right.  Well, since she had the study card, Green Spectre knew that the room was wrong and either he had got the name or the act right.  She found herself fervently hoping the name was wrong since it was already going to take a long time to scrub the image of the slimeball naked out of her memory.  She had no desire to further imprint it.

"Next up is Ms. Scarlet," announced Gloria and the dice animation appeared, finally settling on a pair of threes.  Once again the player was highlighted by a spotlight and a close-up on the large screen.  Laura looked just as terrified as Cheston had and then there was a look of relief as she saw she couldn't reach any room with that roll.  Quickly she moved six spaces and stopped.

"Oh, that is disappointing," laughed Gloria who seemed to relish the role of play by play commentator.  ‘Next up is Ms. Green."  Oh damn, thought Green Spectre as she looked up at the dice animation.  She got a four and a five which would barely take her to the nearest room which was the conservatory.  Even as she considered not entering the room, gloria's voice came through the ear bud.  "Enter the room  sweetie or else the snipers get some target practice."

"Bitch, muttered Green Spectre and she stepped into the conservatory which consisted of just a grand piano, piano stool and a couple of music stands.  It wasn't much, but then getting such a large piano down here couldn't have been much fun.  

Green Spectre now realized she faced the same dilemma that Laura Kincaid had been relieved to avoid by her low dice roll.  She had to either expose one of her fellow players to the ordeal of public sex, or undergo the humiliation herself. The only one of the others she didn't like was Chet Cheston, but she didn't want to watch his scrawny ass having sex again in her lifetime.  The heroine sighed, there seemed to be no other choice.  "Ms. Green, missionary in the conservatory."  This brought a round of cheers and applause from those watching as apparently they also much preferred watching a busty woman having sex over Chet Cheston.

Zelda trotted over with her trusty strap-on which she held out to Green Spectre with a questioning look, but the heroine shook her head.  The rules didn't specify which person used the strap-on and Zelda seemed quite happy to be the wielder.  There was more clapping and cheering as Green Spectre removed her costume, leaving her boots on.  Glancing down at her breasts, she saw her nipples were rock hard and she cursed the damn betraying Aphrodite gene.  That bit of genetic idiocy both gave and took away.  It gave her the incredible body with flawless skin, large unsagging breasts and a glorious soft ass, but it all too often took away self control once one was stimulated enough.  The heroine's introspection was ended when she looked at the video screen again to see it had moved to a close-up of her and was scanning down her body from head to toe, lingering of course on her boobs and shaved pussy.

"Let's use the top of the piano," suggested Zelda who now had the obscene copy of the Aberration's huge member strapped between her legs.  "I can't play a fucking note on a piano, but I am pretty sure I can wring some great music out of that body of yours."

Green Spectre shrugged and climbed onto the grand piano, the wood feeling cool on her bare ass.  Zelda grinned down at her and paused for several seconds to give the cameras a chance to show the dildo poised at the entrance to the heroine's pussy.  Satisfied with the suspense she had created, Zelda surged forward and slammed the entire length into Green Spectre in one go.  The blonde gave out a loud gasp as she was both stretched and filled.  It had been some time since the Aberration had last taken her with his prodigious cock, but that kind of a memory  never goes entirely away and Green Spectre had a sudden appreciation for the realistic job the dildo makers had done.

"Mmm, the clit bumper on this thing makes it feel almost real," moaned Zelda as she pulled back so only the head was inside the blonde lying under her and then slammed it in again.  She repeated this process several more times, making Green Spectre's huge melons wobble and bounce to the absolute delight of those watching.  Green Spectre felt herself starting to thrust back into the strokes without her mind telling it to do anything and she wrapped her long, muscular legs around the prostitute pulling her in deeper.  Zelda grinned at the reaction she was getting and leaned down to kiss Green Spectre on the lips as her breasts squished into those of the heroine.
"It's like they say teased Zelda, "you heroines get off on being raped."

"It's the damn gene," muttered Green Spectre and for an instant saw a look of sympathy cross the whore's face.

"Yeah, sometimes none of us has much choice," agreed Zelda, but she continued her pounding of the blonde with ruthless abandon until she saw a shudder of pleasure running through her body as she climaxed from being fucked.

It took the heroine a minute or so to recover enough after Zelda pulled the dildo out of her pussy to look at the screen and try to focus on how many of the criteria she had got right while ignoring the sweat covered image of her own naked body rendered in HD.  She saw a zero which didn't help much as it only eliminated one person, one sex act and one room.

"Aw, it looks like the great detective didn't do so good," sneered Gloria, "but at least she got lucky.  Actually, I think we all were lucky to see that slutty performance.  Well, next up is Professor Plum."  The dice roll came out as a two and a one, clearly not enough to take the relieved looking union leader into any room.  "Tres boring," commented Gloria.  "Let's hope Colonel Mustard has better luck."  A pair of fives came up on the dice and Lou Tyler was forced to move into the kitchen.

The editor looked at his trio of cards which consisted of Mr. Peacock, the dining room and reverse cowgirl.  He was no dummy and was pretty sure it was his boss's daughter under the white mask and he was almost as certain it was David Burkowitz under the purple one since he had to deal with the pest on a nearly daily basis and the man had an unconscious habit of squeezing the tip of his nose when thinking that Professor Plum had also displayed on the video screen.  Lou briefly considered naming Ms. Green as at least the heroine was used to getting fucked in public, but that wouldn't help solve the puzzle since Ms.  Green's last guess had already eliminated her.  "Professor Plum, cowgirl in the kitchen," he said.

Professor Plum who had been looking relieved jerked upright when his name was called and after a delay he slowly made his way over to the kitchen to be joined by Zelda.  Green Spectre was pretty sure the hesitation had come from the union leader having to be reminded about the snipers.  She could see him blushing as he removed his clothes and laid back on the table while a happy looking Zelda straddled his waist.  The hooker was happy at least in part because despite his embarrassment, the man had a quite respectable sized cock and it was sticking straight up in the air and ready to go.  Zelda impaled herself on that hard pole and with long experience began to push herself up and down on it.

"Just relax baby and enjoy it," moaned the black woman as she clamped her pussy tighter around the man's cock.  "Don't worry either, I'm on the pill, so you can't knock me up and I got a STI test yesterday that was clean.  That means unless Mr. Peacock has something nasty, and from the way he went at things, he hasn't gotten laid in a long time, you are home free.  You can just enjoy a good fuck."

"Thanks," replied David Burkowitz with a small smile and he relaxed a little and began to actually enjoy the sensation of the woman's warm cunt squeezing his cock as she bounced up and down on it.  He even used his hands to play with the woman's large boobs without getting too rough like most of her clients did.

"Oh fuck, I am cuming," he gasped after several minutes of hard work by the hooker and felt his body tighten as he poured his spunk into her.  Zelda rolled off him after a bit and knowing what was expected of her in situations like this lay on her back letting the camera get a good view of the cum dribbling from her pussy to show she had been properly cream pied.

Green Spectre glanced at the screen and saw another zero displayed.  That brought the suspects down to four with herself and Professor Plum eliminated  She was also down to three sex acts as her card eliminated 69 and the two zero scores had taken out cowgirl and missionary.  Either Peacock or doggie had to be correct and stud three rooms had also been eliminated.  That still left 4 x 3 x 6 possibilities or 72.

"Alright it's time for sexy little Ms. White to roll the dice and see what happens," said Gloria over the com system.  The dice came up with a pair of sixes and Green Spectre wondered if the dice were "loaded" to ensure a high number.  Having no choice, Summer stepped into the living room and now had to make the same terrible decision the others had faced.  As Green Spectre watched her daughter, she thought Summer was holding her three cards at an odd angle as she was apparently thinking.  Smart girl, thought Green Spectre with a flash of insight.  Gloria hadn't bothered taking her utility belt and Green Spectre pulled out the tiny telescope she caried for surveillance and focussed it on the cards Summer was holding for her to read.  She had Mr. Peacock, the Library and the Living Room.  That eliminated Mr. Peacock and from the first guess, Green Spectre now knew the act had to be Doggy.  It also meant the suspect had to be either Summer herself as Ms. White or Ms. Scarlet as all the others had been eliminated.

"Ms. White doing a blowjob in the living room," said Summer quietly, making the self sacrificing decision that Green Spectre had expected her to make.  It was a good thing Zelda was a professional with the earned stamina of long experience as she still seemed quite ready to go when she arrived with her strap-on.  With a nod from Summer, the dark skinned hooker put on the obscene device and stood watching with interest like the crowd around the pool as the nubile teenager stripped.  Green Spectre had to speak sharply to her Aphrodite gene when it gave her a tingle at the sight of her daughter's naked body and watched her sink to her knees in front of Zelda.

Green Spectre realized that Summer's guess had also been very smart in that she only had to blow an inanimate chunk of plastic and rubber as opposed to doing anything with a real cock.  It was still arousing to watch summer wrap her lips around the dildo, but not as much as a real one would have been.  Gloria should have thought of that and had a male prostitute handy for these combinations.

Real cock or not, Zelda seemed determined to give the audience a good show by shoving as much of the giant strap-on dick down Summer's throat as she could.  Possibly, she was just doing her job as she saw it, or maybe the snipers had been mentioned to her as an incentive as well, reflected Green Spectre.  The heroine could see the dildo bulging out Summer's throat and she saw a look of surprise on Zelda's face that the teen was not gagging and choking wildly a this point.  Green Spectre wasn't sure if she should be proud of her daughter's performance or sad that the girl had enough experience with this kind of thing that she could handle it as almost routine.  

Summer was fighting her own battle with her Aphrodite heritage as she swallowed the huge pseudo cock and Zelda began to slide it back and forth with motions of her hips, fucking her face.  This humiliation should not be turning her on, but her hands were between her legs now, fingering herself and rubbing her clit furiously.  Summer's body was just in the starting throes of her climax when the hooker pulled the strap-on free of her mouth, pressed a little button on the base and began to plaster the startled teen's face with what she hoped was fake cum.  Zelda methodically painted Summer's face until it was covered in a thick layer of white slime before moving her aim down to similarly coat the full, young breasts. 

Panting, Green Spectre looked at the corner of the screen to see a "1" displayed.  Since she knew it couldn't be the room after seeing Summer's cards and Doggy had been established as the act, that meant Ms. White / Summer was the suspect.  She had two of the three things and only needed to figure out the room.  She could rule out the library, living room and study from her cards and Summer's.  The zeroes generated by her own moves and Colonel Mustards also eliminated the kitchen and conservatory which left only four possible rooms to complete the puzzle.  Those were the billiard room, dining room, hall and ball room.

Unfortunately, that left things up to that asshole Chet Cheston who was going for his second turn now.  He rolled a pair of sixes which was just enough to get him to the Ball Room and once again Green Spectre suspected the dice were being rigged to ensure more sex for the watchers.  Cheston had a problem though in that it didn't look as if he could get it up for a second round as his Viagra bottle was at home.  The idiot gave a grin that is often described as being sly, though really it was rather transparent to anyone with two brain cells, that he had come up with a next best alternative to him getting laid.  "Ms. Green doing 69 in the ball room."

Bastard, thought Green Spectre as she moved towards the ball room and arriving at the same time as a still energetic Zelda.  "Goddess, you must be related to the Energizer Bunny," remarked Green Spectre.

Zelda shrugged, "In my line of work, you have to be prepared to go all night if you don't want your pimp beating the shit out of you for not making enough money for him."

"You need a new line of work," replied Green Spectre as Zelda drew her into her arms for a kiss.

"So do you," chuckled Zelda.  "At least I get paid for being fucked, but you heroines generally end up doing it for free when the bad guys get you."

"Speaking of which," said Green Spectre removing her ear bud for a moment, so Gloria couldn't overhear.  "You here under your own free will?"

"Yes and no," replied Zelda as she started to push Green Spectre to the floor.  "I am being paid, or at least I hope I am, but there has been a mention of snipers and how unfortunate it would be to not give a good show."

"I wouldn't count on getting paid," whispered Green Spectre.  "I don't think Gloria is the type to leave witnesses.  If I yell, find cover"

"Will do and much obliged," whispered Zelda as she moved into a 69 position on top of the heroine.  Green Spectre replaced the ear bud to hear Gloria squawking threats about not removing the thing.  Green Spectre didn't bother answering as she was too busy lapping at Zelda's pussy even as she felt the dark skinned woman's tongue flick over her clit. Zelda knew what she was doing and it would have been enjoyable except for the public watching and even worse that idiot Cheston standing a few feet away trying to jerk his cock back to life as he watched them.

After a few minutes though, Green Spectre managed to shut out those distractions or at least her Aphrodite gene made her forget about them.  She and Zelda were having a friendly competition to see who could bring the other off first, a battle between two professionals some might say.  It ended in pretty much a dead heat and both women were basking in the afterglow when a patter of cum from Cheston's cock pattered down on them.

"Pig muttered Green Spectre.

"Agreed," whispered Zelda as the two women untangled themselves

 The blonde heroine checked the screen and saw a zero displayed, so that ruled out the ball room and left her only three possible rooms.  As Green Spectre started to get up, she noticed Cheston had left his three cards lying on the floor.  She pretended to stumble and fell on top of them, scooping them up and taking a quick look before getting up.  "Oh, too many orgasms turn my legs to rubber," she said in explanation.
"Whore," sneered Cheston.

"Nope, you have us mixed up," said Zelda cheerfully.

Cheston had Miss Scarlet, cowgirl and hall for his cards.  Well, the Ms. Scarlet card absolutely cinched it that Ms. White was correct and the hall card eliminated another room leaving only the billiard room and the dining room.  It was Ms. Scarlet's turn now and the woman Green Spectre was sure was Laura Kincaid was in reach of the dining room with a good roll.  A pair of fives did it and now the frazzled looking woman was contemplating her options.  She was trying to work out the puzzle as best she could, but the threat of death was making it difficult.  "Colonel Mustard doing the reverse  cowgirl in the dining room," she blurted out.

Despite having a reputation as one of the boys in a business that often stressed masculine excesses, Lou Tyler looked a bit like a deer in the headlights when he heard his character name called.

"Got to go," quipped Zelda, " woman's work is never done."

Green Spectre watched the hooker jog over to the dining room, boobs bouncing up and down as she went.  The results of this guess would give her the solution to the puzzle, but there was still the nasty problem of the snipers and staying alive.

Suddenly a new voice sounded over the ear bud.  "Are you enjoying yourself my pretty lady?"

"What the fuck?  Is that you Prax?" demanded Green Spectre.

"Of course and if you are concerned the shark lady cannot hear us at the moment.  She is hearing some of that wonderful music you humans like to play on your primitive communications devices when you are on hold."

"Whatever, growled Green Spectre, as she watched a somewhat embarrassed Lou Tyler remove his clothes.  Oh my, she hadn't realized he was that hung!  With an effort, the heroine tore her attention back to her conversation with Prax.  "Just what is it you want?"

"Why, you of course," said Prax.  "I had delightful, if rather confusing conversations about this thing you call consent with Lady Midnight and the sorceress Hexanna.  I hoped you would consent to come willingly to my bed and make love to me."

"You are still not getting the concept of consent," snapped Green Spectre.  "Snipers poised to shoot someone is a long way from consent."  Out of the corner of her eye, the heroine saw Zelda climb into the saddle on top of Lou and begin to ride his cock.  After a while, Lou seemed to overcome much of his embarrassment as he reached around to cup a large brown breast in each hand and give them a squeeze.

"If I have the snipers removed, will you then consent to sleep with me?" asked Prax, sounding like a young boy asking his first girl for a date.

Green Spectre wanted to tell Prax to go fuck himself, but lives were at stake here and one of them was her own daughter, the same daughter she was going to have to humiliate one more time to win the damn game.  There was an outside possibility that Gloria would keep her word.  Yeah, about the same chance the Titanic had against that iceberg.  "Ok, you have a deal," she said simply and then Prax was gone.

* * *

Prax took out his cell phone.  He very much enjoyed using these quaint devices.  Hmm, now how did it work again?  Oh right, he needed to open this thing called Contacts.  Now, how had he stored her number?  Was it under A or Y?  He frowned at the screen for a moment and then just snapped his fingers and the phone dialed the person he wanted.  These human technology devices were really simple to use.

* * *

Turning her attention back to Lou and Zelda, Green Spectre was just in time to see her editor blast a huge load of his spunk into her and the orgasm the woman was having appeared to be genuine.  Sitting across from Lou in editorial meetings after this might be very difficult now that she knew what lurked in the man's pants.  On the screen a zero formed and that was all Green Spectre needed as she now had the problem solved.  She just needed to get to the final room.  Looking around, she realized she was only three spaces from the door to the billiard room.  Perfect, there was almost no chance she could fail.

"Wow, I thought Old Faithful was impressive," snickered Gloria.  "Well, let's see if Ms. Green can do better than last time."  The dice appeared on the screen and two ones appeared to come up, leaving Green Spectre one short of reaching the Billiard room.  She started to curse, but at the last moment, one of the dice flipped over to a two.  Green Spectre heard a "fuck" from Gloria and suspected Prax had taken a hand in altering the dice and that Gloria had rigged the dice to keep her out of the room

"Ms. White, doggy style in the billiard room," Green Spectre shouted as she ran into the room.

Summer looked shocked that her mother had called her name, but then the girl nodded to herself as she realized it was the only way to win the game.  Zelda was a little surprised when Summer took the strap-on from her and began to buckle herself in "I think I want to be in the driver's seat this time," she said simply with a mischievous grin.

"I get paid the same either way, so it works for me," responded Zelda who climbed onto the green felt of the huge pool table while Summer climbed up behind her and Green Spectre watched in horrified silence at what she had been forced to do.

Summer grabbed hold of Zelda's wide hips to get herself in position, then let go with one hand to grasp the fake cock and guide it to the waiting opening which was still dribbling some cum from Zelda's session with Lou.  "A one and a two and a three," yelled Summer and slammed the dildo home to the hilt.  Zelda gave a grunt at the unexpected force of the impaling, but otherwise took it in stride and Green Spectre reflected that the woman probably took worse abuse on almost a daily basis.

‘Oh yeah, that's it you little white girl, fuck me good with that big cock of yours," encouraged Zelda who despite the danger knew how to put on a good show.

"Oh, I totally intend to," grinned Summer and gave the prostitute a hard smack on her ass.

* * *

Alex Mills watched the action from his attic room vantage point and shifted uncomfortably due to the massive hardon he had.  It was torture watching all that and he longed to pull his cock out and wank off to the latest stimulation as the blonde teen fucked the big boobed black whore on top the billiard table, but that wouldn't be professional.  That thought made him grimace as it was his unprofessional activities in the eyes of the law that had got him booted out of her majesty's royal marines and landed him in this shit hole.  Well, it looked like the game was almost over and his instructions were clear on what to do.  None of the players including the whore was to live which was a shame since he wouldn't have minded a go at those big black tits himself as he watched them swing back and forth under the pounding she was getting from the young blonde.  "Alpha Lookout, this is Alpha One," he said into his mic.  "Status report."

"All is quiet down here," came the crisp reply from the pair he had stationed at the front of the house to make sure no one was sneaking up on them.

"Acknowledged," said Alex.  "We are just about at the climax here," and he winced at his own unintentional pun.  "Stay sharp, we should be pulling out in about ten minutes."

"Copy that Alpha One," came the reply.  "Terry, er Alpha Transport has the van ready to go."

Alex decided not to chew out the man for his slip.  It couldn't do any harm, but it still annoyed the professional part of him that remained.  He dismissed his irritation and methodically checked with Alpha Two through Alpha Seven to make sure the other shooters were on the ball and didn't have their hands in their pants.

In the van Terry Francis hummed along to American Pie" on the van radio he wasn't supposed to be listening to.  It had been a long evening just sitting here waiting while the others had all the fun, so he felt entitled to the radio.  Besides, he had the window rolled down to let in fresh air and he would hear any trouble easily over the low sound of the radio.  He was still in the midst of that thought when something hard connected with the back of his head and he slumped in the seat unconscious.

"Did you hear something? Asked one of the pair who made up Alpha Lookout as he passed a cigarette to his buddy who never seemed to remember to bring his own.

"Just the wind," replied his buddy taking the cigarette and feeling for a lighter he knew he didn't have.  "Got a light?" he asked.

He never heard the answer as the blackness took him and a moment later his gullible buddy joined him in darkness.

* * *
 
"oh fuck, I am going to cum," moaned Summer as the well designed strap-on rubbed her clit with every thrust of her hips.

"me too," moaned Zelda.  "If you want to give them a good show, pull out at the last moment and hit the little button on the bottom  That's what I used on you earlier and I refilled it."

Summer smiled, nodded and as the first tremors of her climax shook her body, she ripped the dildo from Zelda's pussy and hit the button.  It did look quite realistic thought the fascinated Green Spectre from only a few feet away.  As her daughter's body began to shudder with her orgasm, the fake cock began to blast a massive load of its fake jizz over the back and ass of the panting Zelda who had also reached that pinnacle of pleasure.

* * *

"Alright people, on my mark take them down," said Alex into his mic as he fixed his sight on Ms. Green as per his instructions.  "Three, two …," a shadow detached itself from the wall unseen behind him and the countdown was abruptly interrupted.

Green Spectre looked up at the screen and saw a "3" flashing and the words "Game over.  Winner:  Ms. Green."

"Don't celebrate bitch," came Gloria's voice in her ear.  "I'm ending your game permanently."

Green Spectre was just starting to scream for all the players to take cover when a new voice came over her ear bud.  "Hey Greenie it‘s Azure Angel here.  The snipers are all taken care of and the cops are on the way."

* * *

"I don't understand why you are going through with this," complained Summer a couple of hours later.  They were back at Morgan Manor and both women had showered and cleaned up.  The police had come and collected the would be assassins and they were in jail.  Gloria MacDougal had been questioned and released.  She had several reputable people who swore she was with them all evening and the woman in the Annie outfit had been wearing a mask which meant no one could reliably identify her.  It was incredibly frustrating, but Axanna figured she would have other opportunities to deal with the bitch in the future.

"He kept his part of the bargain, so I have to keep mine," replied Axanna.  "Now go to your room and stay there until this is over.  Your pheromone levels are just about back to normal, but I still don't want anything unforeseen happening.  You kept your wits about you tonight and I am proud of you, so let's not spoil your record."

Reluctantly, Summer nodded and went into her room while her mother opened the door to her own bedroom and saw the dark haired man waiting for her.

"You look beautiful in that costume," said Prax as she closed the door behind her.

"Thanks," replied Green Spectre, for at Prax's request she had donned a clean version of her costume.  "I think, however, you are mainly interested in getting me out of this costume.  Before I get unwrapped, I want to know how much of that whole farce was your doing."

"Almost nothing," replied Prax truthfully.  "I learned about the shark woman's plan and perhaps made a few suggestions.  You humans are really quite inventive at times."

"That's the second time you called her the shark woman," said Green Spectre.  "Why that name?"

"That is what her mind is most like," replied Prax.  "She is always moving, looking for her next meal."

"What about my mind,?" asked Green Spectre.  "Do you have a description for me as well?"

Prax paused for a moment as if thinking.  "A big cat, perhaps a cheetah or a lioness.  Very beautiful, but also swift and dangerous."

‘"I can live with that," returned Green Spectre as she sank to her knees in front of Prax and began to undo his pants.  "You still haven't got the whole concept of consent right , but we made a deal."  Her words broke off with a gasp as her hands pulled out Prax's semi hard cock and took in the size of it.  "Oh my, I heard you were a big boy, but people often exaggerate."

"I have never found the need to do so," said Prax as he ran his hands through Green Spectre's long, soft blond hair.  He watched the heroine's mouth open and then close around the head of his cock and moaned softly at the warm embrace.

Green Spectre could feel the cock harden in her mouth and she slowly worked her way down towards the base until she had swallowed the entire length.  She held that position for several seconds with her nose pressed into his stomach before just as slowly pulling back and off his cock to look up at him.  "How do you like the view from up there?"

"It would be better if I could see your tits bit …," Prax hesitated, "… my lady," he finished a little uncertain sounding.

"There just might be hope for you yet," smiled Green Spectre as she undid her top and let her girls spill into view.  "For tonight, I give you permission to call me a bitch."

"I thought that was considered a derogatory term," said a puzzled Prax as he watched the kneeling blonde flick out her tongue to lap up a drop of precum leaking from his slit.

"Only if you aren't given permission," replied Green Spectre as she took his cock into her mouth again and began to bob back and forth along the shaft, her lips wrapped tight to make a seal while her tongue flickered over the underside.

"I am sure I could live another million years and not understand humans," muttered Prax to himself as he began to use the heroine's hair to pull her mouth back and forth on his cock without any protest from the woman.

"Realizing that is a good start too," mumbled Green Spectre as she continued the blowjob with her breasts jiggling around on her chest.  "Your next lesson is to remember to let me know when you are close to cumming.  It is considered polite."

"You humans are very strange," observed Prax, but he did remember the lesson a few minutes later when he neared his climax and to his surprise, the blonde just pushed her mouth all the way down on his cock and held it there while he unleashed a barrage of cum down her throat.  It was only when it had filled her stomach and backed up her throat and began to trickle out the corners of her mouth that Green Spectre pulled her mouth free of his cock and took the last few shots over her face.

"I see you are still up for more," giggled the heroine as she knelt there panting with cum dripping from her chin,  Grasping his glistening cock in one hand, Green Spectre got to her feet and led the slightly bemused imp over to her bed.  Once there, she quickly stripped off her bottoms  and turned to look Prax in the eyes.  "What is your guess?  Ms. Green in the bedroom doggy style?"

"That will do for a start," replied Prax with a smile.

* * *

In her own bedroom, Summer watched everything her mother and Prax did thanks to the little camera she had hidden in her mother's bedroom while she showered.  She had only done it of course to make sure her mother was alright.  She certainly didn't appear to be in any distress as she watched her mother start pushing her hips back into Prax as he fucked her.  No danger at all, Summer thought as she slipped a hand between her own legs and began to rub her clit as she watched the video feed.


The End