The Perverter: Target #17 Ms. Americana By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older Not all of the following characters appear in this story, but sometimes they get a quick reference and so here is a pretty complete list to try and make sure the copyright is clear. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Nera, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Omega Woman (Kameron Drake), Power Lass (Karen Clark), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Battle Sprite, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen , Professor Pervo and the mutoids are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission. All other characters in this story are my own creation and may be used freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * * * "Then there was one," muttered Brenda Wade, otherwise known to the world as Ms. Americana, as she sat behind her desk in her office at Wade Enterprises. She had just finished a very confusing Zoom call with Professor Werder. The man had been infuriatingly scant about the details, but apparently Prax had somehow gotten to Omega Woman during some top secret mission to the new space station. That meant the imp had wracked up sixteen notches on his bed post, leaving only herself or rather Ms. Americana as so far unconquered. He hadn't bothered to get to either Texas Star or Lady Kraft who were only associate members of the She Legion since they spent most of their time away from Delta City. Other than that, he had scored on sixteen of the seventeen current members of the She Legion like he had some damn baseball card checklist and was intent on completing his set. There was a soft knock on Brenda's office door that broke her reverie and she looked up to see Charlene Tifton, her executive assistant poking her head through the opening. "Sorry to disturb you Ms. Wade, but there is a delivery for you." "Another one?" replied Brenda and hoped she had managed to keep the whining out of her voice as she looked over at the table against the wall where there stood the previous deliveries that had started arriving that morning. There were a dozen long stem roses, four red, four white and four blue. There was the three pound box of chocolates that were so expensive that normally a single chocolate cost more than an entire box from the next most expensive brand. There was a two hundred year old bottle of wine from a vintage so rare that wine connoisseurs had thought there were no bottles of it left. Finally, there was for reasons she couldn't begin to fathom, a Darth Vader action figure, new in its original box from the 1970s which interestingly enough when she had looked it up on Google was worth more than the wine or chocolates. "Yes ma'am", said Charlene, and at a gesture from the woman, a man in a courier outfit stepped into the office and handed Brenda a plain white box with just one small simple purple crown printed in the exact center of the top. That sight made Brenda's heart race despite her current state of mind since that simple symbol denoted the box came from Royal Crown, the most expensive and exclusive clothing store in Delta City. It was a store that did not accept walk in customers, only those who made an appointment were admitted and that only after a background check on their financial status. The rumour was that 100 million in net worth was their cut-off. Anything below that number meant you could go shop at Wade Mart for all they cared since you weren't considered worthy to enter their store. When the courier had left, Brenda put the box on the corner of her desk and lifted the lid. She noticed Charlene had lingered to see the contents which was unusual and a testimony to the prestige of the store that they had even piqued the curiosity of the normally totally unflappable and professional executive assistant. Brenda heard Charlene gasp when she pulled out the shimmering piece of seduction, for that was the best way to describe it. The colour seemed to change as you turned the garment, sometimes looking light blue, sometimes a rose pink and sometimes a dazzling emerald green. It was half not there in that way of hinting at the feminine treasures under it without quite revealing them. "My god, I have never seen anything so beautiful," breathed Charlene. Brenda could only nod in agreement and when she looked, she once again discovered, that like the other deliveries, that there was no card or any other indication of who had sent it. With a sigh, Brenda returned it to the box and placed the box on the table with the other gifts while Charlene quietly departed. Brenda sat back down behind her desk, doing her best to try and ignore the table of gifts from her unknown admirer, but her thoughts kept returning to them and who could have sent them. Was this part of some plan by Prax? It If it was Prax, it seemed to mark a significant change in the imp's tactics. Brenda had talked to Hexanna, Lady Midnight and Green Spectre about their experiences with Prax and the ongoing topic of what consent was and its importance. They all said Prax simply didn't understand the concept, but did seem to be making a genuine attempt to do so. Still, she couldn't let that change their strategy. The safest thing for not just the heroines, but for Delta City and possibly the world was to banish the two imps. Alpha, Beta and Gamma teams had all achieved their objectives from their last reports and were enroute back to Delta City with the additional ingredients Hexanna needed for her potion. Wolf Woman had been less than pleased with another long Greyhound bus ride back from Texas, but she was just going to have to live with it. Wade Enterprises had several private corporate jets, but unfortunately, they were scattered around the world and by the time she could recall them to Delta City, the bus would deliver the three heroines here. It was three, as Texas Star was returning with them to add to their numbers for the deception they planned to use to trick the imps into providing the semen samples required. Brenda made a mental grimace at all that would entail, but at least it would get the imps out of their hair and pussies. Now, all they needed was the crystal rod that the Got Gals had gone to retrieve and Brenda wondered how they were making out. * * * At about that moment, Got Gal and Got Chic were just waking up to find themselves in the all too familiar position of being suspended from chains attached to the ceiling and floor. They weren't surprised either to find out they were naked, but this time that was because they had entered this dimension that way, rather than being stripped while unconscious as was the norm. "What the hell happened?" asked Got Gal in confusion as the last thing she remembered was freeing Princess Agatha and then going to help Got Chic fight the horde of Pig Men at the top of the tower stairs. "You got me," replied Got Chic in much the same puzzled tone of voice. "One second fighting Pig Men and the next hanging out here." As her mind cleared, Got Gal took in more of their surroundings and saw they appeared to be in the room in which the princess had been imprisoned. The door she had knocked down was gone, leaving just an open doorway, but there was no one else in the room. As if their waking up had been a signal though, a figure appeared in the doorway and stepped into the chamber. "Ah, glad to see you two are awake so I can thank you for freeing me," said Princess Agatha. "This seems like a rather odd way to express your thanks," said Got Gal sarcastically. "Well you are still alive, so that is something to be grateful for," smirked Agatha. "How about you cut to the chase and do your villain monologue to explain what this is all about?" suggested Got Gal. "Villain monologue?" replied Agatha puzzled. "You see me as a villain? I am the rightful ruler of my kingdom which is in a different world than this one. It is a world I share with those ungrateful Pig Men who have refused my beneficent rule." "Translation, you tried to conquer them and they resisted?" asked Got Chic. Agatha looked annoyed at this and rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, lots of talk from them about freedom and liberty when they could have the security and stability of my guidance. Through great acts of treachery, they managed to capture me and brought me here to this world where they built the tower to imprison me. Now that I am free, I shall in due course return to my own world and resume my throne." "Well, don't let us keep you from your royal duties," said Got Gal. "We appreciate the jewellery you gave us," and she rattled her chains, "but if you really want to thank us, you can let us go on our way and drop us a card at Christmas time." "Christmas?" repeated Agatha and gave her head a shake. "You are indeed strange people from a strange land. No, I am afraid I cannot let you go as you seem the type to want to interfere with my plans. I have decided on a more appropriate way to celebrate your heroic actions." The princess snapped her fingers and a couple dozen of the Pig Men tramped into the room and stood in a line, a glassy, vacant look on their faces. They were also naked and their long, fat cocks semi-hard and rising. "This really isn't necessary," protested Got Gal who began to rattle her chains again and only now realized that the Got Emerald she had been wearing around her neck was missing. A quick look at Got Chic confirmed she was in the same boat. "looking for these trinkets?" asked Princess Agatha as she pulled the two jewels on their chains from a pocket and then tossed them into a corner of the room. "I couldn't have you leaving before the party now could I? I must say though, I found it very odd that two such heroic beings as yourselves were wearing the gaudy symbols of such a base goddess. Oh well, there is no accounting for the taste of some people. Speaking of taste, however, let's see how much you enjoy the taste of shall we say, raw pork?" With a gesture, the chains holding the pair of heroines grew longer and both women collapsed onto the floor on their knees. Princess Agatha gestured two of the Pig Men forward and the Got Gals were still gaping at their massive pink penises when they were shoved into their mouths and down their throats. "Oh my, you both took their entire length on the first go," Agatha said with almost childlike delight as she clapped her hands together. "That says some interesting things about you two which considering your patron goddess, should not be so surprising." The two Pig Men made pleased, snuffling like sounds as they grabbed the heads of the two heroines and began to piston their cocks in and out of the gaping mouths. The two large sets of breasts, one white and one black, swayed and wobbled wildly as the two Pig Men skull fucked them with animal abandon. At the deepest point of penetration, it felt to Got Gal like the cock in her mouth was halfway down to her stomach and breathing became more difficult. Huge balls banged on her chin and their size promised nasty things to come and she winced at her own mental pun. "Oh dear, I do believe they are close to shooting their load," giggled Princess Agatha. "Well, at least you won't have to worry about where your next meal comes from since your tummies are about to be full." If she could have spoken, Got Gal would have invented some colorful metaphors in response to the princess's comments. As it was, all she could do was hang there suspended and hear the grunting of her face rapist getting louder and louder until he began to blast a massive load of cum straight down her throat into her stomach. The Pig Man kept cumming and cumming until the bitch was proved right as her stomach distended to fullness from the thick goo being pumped into it. Then when she simply could not hold any more and the cum had backed up to fill her mouth, the Pig Man pulled his cock out with a slurping sound and sent the last few thick wads over the blonde's face. From the corner of her eye, Got Gal could see an identical fate befalling her sidekick. "I do think that improves your looks substantially," laughed Princess Agatha, once more clapping her hands together in excitement. Now let us test your other holes to see if they are as accommodating as your mouths." With another gesture, the first two Pig Men stood back and four new ones stepped forward. The chains jerked the two heroines back to a standing position with their legs spread wide and two of the Pig Men approached each woman. With cum still dripping off their faces from the first assault, the pair were grabbed and penetrated in their pussies and asses simultaneously. Eyes went wide as they were stretched open and filled deep by the thick Pig Men cocks. "Now, let me do my math," said Princess Agatha in a sing song voice. "Two dozen of these vermin and it took six to fill all your holes the first time. That should mean another three full sets each and that's only the first go around. I understand the Pig Men have a lot of stamina and should be able to do you at least three times each. Isn't that going to be fun?" "You are one sick bitch," moaned Got Chic between thrusts of the cocks into her pussy and ass. "Oh, you are as ungrateful as my former and soon to be again subjects," replied Agatha with a small frown. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I am off to open a portal and return home. If you are real good sluts, I will send a few hundred more of the wretched Pig Men here to keep you entertained for as long as you last." With that, the princess turned on her pretty heel and exited the room. "I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to get out of this?" grunted Got Chic as the two Pig Men continued to slam their cocks into her. "Just one and I don't think you are going to like it," gasped Got Gal. "I don't see any hunky, blonde barbarian heroes with a sword showing up any time soon, so I'm game for whatever idea you have, replied Got Chic who tried not to gag when the Pig Man fucking her pussy suddenly leaned in and began to kiss her. "Here goes nothing, said Got Gal. She looked the Pig Man slamming his dick into her in the eyes and started making noises. "Sooo-o-oeeyyy here piggy piggy piggy oink oink." The Pig Man's eyes narrowed and he redoubled his efforts to fuck the blonde harder. "What are you doing?" gasped Got Chic tearing her mouth away from the Pig Man in front of her. "Trying to make them mad," moaned Got Gal as an orgasm loomed nearer. "Those chains don't look so strong and I figure if the piggies go at it hard enough they will break." "You're right, I don't like this plan," replied Got Chic and then she sighed and looked at the Pig Man who was ploughing her front entrance. "Hey piggy, how much bacon do you think I can get off your fat body?" The Pig Man made a sound halfway between a snarl and a grunt and started slamming his cock even harder into the black teen. It wasn't until the fourth set of Pig Men were fucking the heroines before the chains finally gave way and sent the Got Gals and their current assailants sprawling to the floor in a heap. Got Gal somehow managed to extract her body from the pile and crawled quickly over to the corner where Princess Agatha had thrown the Got Emeralds. She sighed as power flowed back into her body when she slipped the chain around her neck and tossed the other jewel to Got Chic who was still pinned down between the two pig men who were blindly still trying to fuck her as they lay on the floor. Several of the Pig Men stumbled towards Got Gal and she sent a couple flying with punches. Not sure how tough they were, she had pulled her punches so as not to kill them and she was initially dismayed when they got back up quickly. When they regained their feet, however, the glazed look had left their eyes and they made no move to resume attacking. "I think contact with the Got Emerald's power is shaking them out of Agatha's mind control," yelled Got Gal to her sidekick. Got Chic nodded and the two heroines then played a game of "tag" with the other Pig Men, punching or slapping them until all of them were free of Agatha's influence. "Hold ladies," said one of the Pig Men holding up a hand towards them. "My name is Thrain and I am the captain of this garrison. Now that we are free of the witch's control, we have no further reason to fight you, though it was your rash actions that freed the witch in the first place. You seem to have paid a price already for that lapse in judgement," and he gestured to the cum that covered much of their bodies and was still dribbling out of their pussies and asses. "Yeah, sorry about the screw-up," said Got Gal relaxing a bit. "You have to admit that it was a natural mistake from our point of view." "Perhaps," agreed Thrain, "but maybe you also need to learn to judge by things other than surface appearances. Not all humans are good and not all who appear monstrous to your eyes are evil. Now if you will excuse us, we need to find our armour and weapons then return to our own world to try and recapture Princess Agatha." "Before you go," said Got Gal, "do you happen to know where the portal to Zarcon's realm can be found in this land?" "Zarcon?" repeated Thrain. "That lizard wizard is no friend of humans, but if you insist on seeking him out, the gateway to his land can be found in a grove of trees about twenty of your miles down the road you were following. Beware, you might not enjoy the experience of entering his realm or the reception you get there if you reach it." With that, Thrain and the other Pig Men hurried out of the chamber. * * * Alpha Woman sat on the expensive leather sofa in her luxury penthouse condo and flipped listlessly through the channels on her 90 inch flat screen television. She had watched everything on Netflix, Disney Plus, HBO Max and Amazon Prime and was getting desperate enough to consider signing up for Peacock. Despite it being close to noon and she hadn't gone on a night patrol in weeks, Alpha Woman had her mask and costume on as she felt more comfortable dressed that way. She really wasn't sure who the hell Angela Anderson was. According to the files she had retrieved from Professor Pervo's lab when it was blown up, Angela Anderson was a fiction. The wealthy socialite was created in a fucking test tube just a few years ago and implanted with false memories. The bastard had designed her and her "daughter" to be his special heroine fuck toys that he could call on a moment's notice, defeat and then fuck. If they rebelled, he had imprinted them with subliminal commands to ensure their complete compliance with his twisted demands. Thanks to the private detective Cindy Kelly, they had been freed from Pervo's slavery, but the bright future they had hoped for had not materialized. [Author's Note: See Tales From Delta City #2: Alpha Alpha Again] Things had seemed promising for a while. They had stopped the creatures attacking shoppers at the mall … well to be honest, they had mainly distracted the creatures by getting their brains fucked out while Cindy and her friends did the stopping, but still they had made a contribution. Next, they had helped defend the city from the Fish Men attack ]See Tales #5] and Alpha Woman had thought that would gain them acceptance from the other heroines. Well, nearly a year had passed since then and the She Legion had not come knocking at her door to ask her to join them. Knock. Knock. Knock. Alpha Woman sighed and got up to answer the door. It was probably Carleton the doorman with some excuse to ogle her boobs for a few seconds. She wasn't sure about his name, now that she came to think about it as possibly that was the name of some character on the endless old sitcoms she had been watching. The red haired heroine swung the door open and her petulant "what do you want?" was interrupted by the sight of Green Spectre and Spectre Girl standing there. "Hi, can we come in?" asked the green clad blonde heroine. Alpha Woman stood staring at the other heroine for a few seconds more dumbfounded, but finally closed her mouth and stood aside to gesture for the pair to enter. "Where's Alpha Girl?" asked Spectre Girl looking around the living room. "She's in her room playing some video game I think," said Alpha Woman gesturing down the hall to the bedrooms. "I forget what it is called, something like Biweekly?" Spectre Girl ran this adult phrase through her teen translator, wrinkled her nose and came up with, "Fortnite?" "Yeah, that's it," agreed Alpha Woman who watched Spectre Girl head for the bedrooms before sitting back down on the sofa and gesturing Green Spectre to have a seat. When the blonde picked a chair the farthest away from her, Alpha Woman scowled. "I promise not to bite." "I know it's a cliché," responded Green Spectre with a smile, "but it's not you, it's me. I recently had a run in with an imp called Prax who um when he was done boosted my pheromones way up. Professor Werder has given me some experimental pills to reduce them back to normal levels, but I don't know how well they are working yet and I need to talk to you without risking creating a situation." "You mean like the two of us ending up naked kind of situation?" asked Alpha Woman with a smirk. Green Spectre nodded and Alpha Woman sighed. "Ok, so what is so important that you heroines at the She Legion finally decided to acknowledge my existence. For that matter, how in the hell did you find me? I don't recall giving my name and address to your secretary for her rolodex." "I am a pretty good detective," replied Green Spectre with a smirk of her own this time. "Actually though, I sort of lucked out on finding you. I've been put in charge of rounding up all the heroines we can find for an operation, so I talked to Dolphin Woman down at the docks. She told me about meeting you and sending you to Cindy Kelly. Cindy wasn't keen on giving up your information, but I explained it was a matter of life and death, so she gave in." "So, just what is this life and death situation?" asked Alpha Woman, intrigued despite herself at the prospect of actually doing something useful. After Green Spectre told her about the two imps and the potion needed to banish them, the red haired heroine sat there gaping at her guest. "You mean, my heroic action is to get my brains fucked out and then have Ms. Americana eat me out to get the spunk needed for this wacky potion?" "Well, we haven't divided up which heroine gets um serviced by Ms. Americana or Hexanna," corrected Green Spectre. "Put me down for team Americana," said Alpha Woman with a broad smile. When Green Spectre gave her a doubtful look, she waved a hand dismissively. "Look, I'm pretty much over the hyper competitive thing with the Queen of Justice, but I have to admit it still tickles me in all the right places." The heroine paused and suddenly looked down at her crotch where a wet spot was forming on her costume. "Definitely all the right places and I am not sure those pills you took are kicking in yet." Green Spectre looked down at Alpha Woman's groin and found herself smiling. "They are experimental," she confirmed and got up to cross over to the sofa where she sat down beside Alpha Woman and put an arm around her shoulders to draw her in for a kiss on the lips. It was not a long kiss, but it was definitely more than a friendly smooch. "I think we have some time to mend a few fences and to get to know each other better while our sidekicks chat." Alpha Woman pulled the blonde back in for a longer kiss, this time with tongues involved while pressing her massive breasts into the equally impressive set of the blonde. "I am sure they are chatting about clothes and the latest movies," gasped Alpha Woman when she broke the kiss finally and started to remove her costume. "Yes, lots of teen talk, probably about us old farts," agreed Green Spectre as she quickly slipped out of her costume and the two women went back to some serious making out. * * * "Oh fuck Spectre Girl, that feels good," moaned Alpha Girl as she stroked her fingers through the young blonde's hair as Spectre Girl crouched between her legs licking her pussy. Spectre Girl looked up, her face wet with Alpha Girl's juices. "Your mom thought you were playing video games and not watching porn," giggled the blonde. "I thought my pheromone levels were pretty much back to normal, but maybe not," she added with a shrug that made her exposed boobs jiggle. "Maybe I was just too fucking horny and bored," replied Alpha Girl as she pushed Spectre Girl's face back into her pussy. "Hurry up and make me cum before the old ladies in the front room are done discussing their knitting or whatever it is they are talking about." * * * Brenda looked up when Charlene tapped on her door again and opened it. "Not another delivery? She asked, not sure which answer she wanted. It was all very annoying and very flattering at the same time. The last delivery after the lingerie had been a pair of diamond earrings that had a unique colouring that suggested they might not have originated on Earth. "Not this time," replied Charlene with a smile. "I had a phone call from Ricardo, the Maitre'd at Le Palate,. He wanted to confirm a reservation for two under your name at seven. He only called because the phone number used was not your normal number and he thought someone might be trying a little game to get a reservation." Brenda frowned. Le Palate was the most expensive restaurant in Delta City and you only got reservations if like the Royal Crown, you had upwards of a hundred million net worth. Once more glancing at the over burdened gift table, she was pretty certain who had made the reservation and why. The only way to find out for sure though was to go. "Please call him back and tell him the reservation is legit and have my limo here at six, so I can go home and get ready." "Certainly Ms. Wade and I would wear the earrings if I were you," said Charlene with a smile. "Not the lingerie?" teased Brenda. "Not for the dinner," replied Charlene deadpan and closed the door. * * * Spectre Girl was still preoccupied tucking a boob back into her top when she came back into the front room and so she didn't notice that her mother was likewise adjusting her clothes. "I um told Alpha Girl about the plan and she is on board with it." "Oh, that's good," replied Green Spectre who looked over at Alpha Woman who had also quickly redressed when they heard Spectre Girl coming down the hall. "Alpha Woman and I discussed the plan thoroughly and she is also good to go." ‘Yes, Green Spectre was very persuasive," smirked Alpha Woman. "She has a real oral talent, a gift for tongues even. I am sure she could have persuaded the pope to go along with what sh wanted with that ability." "So, what are we up to now?" asked Spectre Girl as they rode the elevator back down to the ground floor. "We needed 28 heroines total right?" "Yes, though a few extras wouldn't hurt," replied Green Spectre running through the list in her mind before speaking again. "We have 17 core members of the She Legion plus Lady Kraft and Texas Star have agreed to help out which makes 19. The Alphas bring it to 21. Gravity Girl signed on already to make 22 and the trio of Dolphin Woman, Ms. Patriot and the blue haired flyer BB who are all friends with Cindy Kelly makes 25. It's a pity Cindy isn't an Aphrodite herself. Nefertaria,"who is teaching for Hexanna is an Aphrodite and apparently one half of the hero team Ebony and Ivory who have made the news several times over the last year. Her partner, Nevada Jones has also agreed to help out which gets us to 27." "So, we need at least one more," said Spectre Girl. "What about the double E's, Elsa and Esha? They both claim to have reformed." Green Spectre shook her head. "Esha claims she isn't an Aphrodite, but I suspect she might just be in denial. We can't risk her being right though and as for Elsa, there is another job for her, assuming we can trust her which some of us doubt." "Well, there is that one called Void," said Spectre Girl. "I'm almost certain she is the blind girl Emily at Sanctuary, though I don't know how she manages it without being able to see." "Ah, you noticed she was holding a white cane the time she appeared and disposed of the nuclear bomb for us," replied Green Spectre with a smile of approval. "You might make a detective yet my dear. [See Tales #5 again] Yes, she is an Aphrodite, but we want her and Captain Glory to hold down the fort at Sanctuary in case the imps somehow get past us." "Then who does that leave for our last heroine?" asked Spectre Girl and then her eyes went wide in shock. "Oh goddess, you can't possibly mean who I think you mean can you?" she almost whined. * * * As soon as the Spectres enter Nick's Gym, they both saw and heard the small figure working out on the large punching bag. BAM! BAM@ BAM! Fists thudded into the bag in quick succession while sweat poured off the striker. "That can't be her," protested Spectre Girl. "She looks totally different." "Well, you can try and get her to smile at you and see if it is her," replied Green Spectre as they walked across the gym towards the diminutive figure. "Excuse me Cynthia, can we talk to you?" said the older blonde, addressing the puncher. Cynthia Brooks paused her single minded attack on the punching bag and looked over at the costumed heroines,, looking so out of place in this male domain, though of course that applied to her just as equally. "Not here," she said firmly, looking around the gym, "I wouldn't trust any of these bastards with the coins in a Salvation Army kettle at Christmas. Let's go for a walk outside if you want to talk," and she grabbed a wind breaker to put on over her t-shirt and shorts which were both soaked with sweat. "Hey you two sweet things shouldn't rush off so quick," said a powerfully built man with close cropped blonde hair as he and another man walked over from where they had been lifting weights. ""Me and Hot Dog here would like to get better acquainted with you." "Yeah and I will show you why they call me Hot Dog," laughed the second man as he grabbed his crotch. "Let me guess," said Green Spectre looking at the man's crotch. "You boys do a lot of steroids and your dicks are the size of hot dogs, you know the little teeny ones they put toothpicks in and serve as appetizers. Hot Dog flushed red and both men ball their hands into fists as they took another few steps forward to block the route to the main door. "Chuck, you and Hot Dog really don't want to do this," warned Cynthia rolling her eyes. "Shut up you little bitch," snarled Chuck. "It's bad enough we have to tolerate you in here, but no way are we letting these big boobed bimbos getting out without us getting something." "Oh, I am sure you will get something," sighed Cynthia. Green Spectre looked at Spectre Girl who nodded her head slightly and then the two blondes spun on one foot simultaneously and delivered kicks to the chins of both men who went flying back to crash on the floor unconscious. "I am surprised you don't have problems in that place," said Green Spectre gesturing over her shoulder when they were outside and walking down the lightly used sidewalk. "I did the first few days, but then I ended up doing basically what you just did and after that, they left me alone," replied Cynthia. "So, what brings the Spectres to a dive like Nick's Gym?" "We wanted to talk to Battle Sprite," said Green Spectre. "I barely recognized you though Cynthia. You've changed a lot since the last time I saw you." [Battle Sprite is a little used Mr. X character, possibly discontinued since she looked too young. There is not much official information on her. I am basing the new Battle Sprite, including her name, on a bio developed by Silkcords. Her one unique power is a smile that blinds her foes and sometimes her friends as well if she isn't careful.] "Yeah, well that fight with the demons a year ago [See Delta City PI #39] got me thinking," replied Cynthia. "They pretty much handed me my ass and fucked it too, so I decided to get serious about training. I also cut my hair and stopped going for the cute look," and the small blonde ran her hand through her close cropped hair which was shorter than most men's. "It looks nice," lied Spectre Girl. "I wish I had the nerve to cut mine that short. It would make washing it so much easier." "You mean it looks butch," snapped Cynthia as she regarded Spectre Girl's long blonde hair which hung down almost to her ass. "Hell, I was 18 then, but with those pig tails and ribbons, I looked like some fourteen year old rape bait. I am sure all the villains who raped me were patting themselves on the back for getting it on with a little Lolita like me, the bunch of fucking perverts Anyway, what is so important that you wanted to talk to the girl everyone considered a mouthy little nuisance." "We never called you that," protested Green Spectre. Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Not to my face," she agreed, "but it was an unspoken thing every time you talked to me. There was also that time when I was in one of the stalls at She Legion HQ and overheard you and Ms. Americana snickering about me in the other two stalls." Green Spectre had the grace to blush in embarrassment and look away. "That wasn't very nice of me," she finally said, turning to look Cynthia in the eyes. "Maybe not, but it was still true," replied Cynthia as she gave a empty pop can a kick and sent it flying. "I always wanted to be a heroine and do you know, heroic things," she finished a bit lamely. "I never stopped to think about what other people thought of me since I was so damned high on myself. It took that fight with the demons to teach me a lesson on that last score. I vowed that people were going to take me seriously in the future and started training after I cut off the damned hair and stopped trying to look like some pedophiles wet dream. Now, you still haven't told me what this is all about. I doubt you are doing a whip around to collect money for Ms. Americana's birthday." When Green Spectre outlined the problem with the imps and the proposed solution, Cynthia gaped at her for a few seconds and then gave her head a shake. "Please, Cynthia we need you," said Green Spectre quietly. "I didn't shake my head as a negative, replied Cynthia. "I just couldn't believe the insanity, hell the utter total fucking stupidity of your plan." "It's the best we have been able to come up with," replied Green Spectre. "Goddess, I would hate to hear the really dumb ones you rejected then," laughed Cynthia. "What the hell, I could use a laugh and a good fuck. Count me in." * * * Brenda stepped into the lobby of Le Palate and Ricardo was instantly there to greet her. "Ah, Ms. Wade, you are looking as lovely as ever," he said in his best French accent which wasn't too bad for someone who been born and had spent most of his life in Montana where his parents still ran a large cattle ranch. "Thank-you Ricardo," replied Brenda with a smile. She was dressed in a designer evening gown that was the deep blue colour of a clear sky just before complete darkness fell. The dress was cut low in the front to display a generous amount of cleavage and slit up to the thigh which drew the gaze of many of the diners as she followed Ricardo to a table in the corner where a dark haired man in an impeccably tailored black suit was waiting for her. "I see you got the earrings and I am flattered you wore them for me," said Prax with a smile as he stood and waited until Ricardo had seated her before resuming his own seat. "They are lovely and it seemed like it would be an insult not to wear them," replied Brenda as she carefully scrutinized the man or apparent man sitting opposite of her at the round table for two. "I assume for the record that you are Prax?" "I am indeed," replied Prax with a small bow of his head. "The diamonds for those earrings com from a little planet about five hundred light years from Earth. Interestingly enough, they are so common on that planet, that the natives consider them worthless." "If I wasn't the type of person who likes to have something totally unique, I would be interested in an import partnership with you to market them," replied Brenda, briefly touching one hand to her right ear. "Let me know if you ever change your mind," replied Prax as he picked up the leather bound menu. "I've never eaten here before. Is there something you would suggest?" "It has been a long day and I skipped lunch," replied Brenda, "so I am famished. I think I will go for something simple like the filet mignon and baked potato." "Then I will have the same," replied Prax and a few seconds later, a waiter appeared like magic to take their order. Prax also ordered an expensive bottle of wine after giving Brenda an inquisitive look to which she nodded her approval of the choice. "So, do you care to tell me what all the gifts and this dinner is about?" asked Brenda after taking a sip of her wine and keeping her gaze focussed intently on Prax. "After talking to some of your companions, I have been doing some research," replied Prax. "I must admit, I still don't understand it, but all your friends and my sources say that this is considered the proper way to get you into bed with me." Brenda was glad she didn't have her wine glass in her hand at the moment, or she was sure she would have spilled it all over the expensive carpet at this solemn proclamation. "Yes, I can see there is a lot for you to still learn about human behaviour," she observed dryly. "It is pretty rare that a gentleman makes such a bold statement to a lady on their first date and when they do, it rarely goes well. Tell me, why should I sleep with someone who has been raping all my friends one by one?" "Raping?" replied Prax, looking puzzled. "I am afraid you have me confused with my brother. I have never attacked a woman and ripped her clothes off before copulating with her." "Whether you use actual physical force or other means such as your little schemes and the power of your voice, it still amounts to rape," responded Brenda with some heat. "It is not how humans do things." When Prax gave her a skeptical look, she amended her last sentence. "Ok, it is not the way humans are supposed to do it. You seem to think you have some entitlement to have sex with any woman you desire. I can see what you get out of it, but why in hell should I agree to sleep with you?" "Because I am very good at sex," replied Prax simply. "I do make an effort to ensure my bed partners get as much enjoyment as I do from the act." Brenda was momentarily speechless and glad when the waiter appeared with their food which gave her mind something to concentrate on besides Prax's words. He actually sounded sincere about what he said, but how could she be sure? He looked human at the moment, but Brenda knew he wasn't. Demons and imps! Hexanna had tried to explain it all to them, but even the sorceress admitted that much of what she said was guesswork. If you went by the Judeo-Christian beliefs, then you were talking about fallen angels and hellish dimensions where damned souls went for eternity after death. On the other hand, you could view such beings as simply being from other dimensions and their association with biblical and mythical creatures was simply an accident of physiology. "If I agreed to sleep with you, what would happen then?" Brenda finally asked as she washed down the last of her tiramisu with a sip of coffee. Prax looked blank for a few seconds as if the idea was not something he had considered. "I would have completed my objective in coming to Delta City," he said finally. "I set out to bed all the members of your She Legion and you are the last one left for me to do. Likely, I would move on to another city as I have done for centuries." Brenda bristled at this and flushed angrily. "We are human beings, not some kind of collectable like baseball cards," she snapped. "Oh, baseball is so boring," replied Prax dismissively, totally missing the point of the brunette's upset. Brenda opened her mouth to rail at the imp some more, but abruptly closed it and sat back to think. There wasn't much doubt in her mind now that they needed to get rid of the imps. Prax was maybe not evil in the same way a volcano wasn't evil. A volcano didn't give a damn about the people living on its flanks, it was just a natural phenomena that went off when certain conditions presented themselves. It was the same for Prax, who would just keep on going from city to city, woman to woman without any concern for the impact he had on the lives of those women. His brother Bob was a more active and direct threat and the pair had to be gotten rid of. She needed to buy time for the Got Gals and the others to accomplish their missions and return with the ingredients for the potion. She needed to keep the imps dumb and happy, which meant there was really only one option open to her. "Do you have a hotel room, or would you prefer to come back to Wade Manor with me?" she asked. * * * The Got Gals landed at the edge of the copse of pine trees and walked slowly under their towering forms looking for the promised gate to Zarcon's world. In the very center of the stand of pines were two trees that at first glance looked something like oaks, but the leaves were all a crimson red. "You know …," Got Chic began. "Let me guess," interrupted Got Gal, "you have a bad feeling about this." "Yep, there isn't any sound in here, no birds or insects or any animals that I can see," agreed Got Chic. "Who petitions to enter the realm of Zarcon the Great?" came a deep, resonant voice that didn't have any apparent source, but rather was all around them. "I guess that would be us," said Got Gal looking around and trying to find the source of the voice. "My name is Got Gal and this is my sidekick Got Chic." "Human females," sneered the voice. "No human has ever entered the realm of Zarcon the Great. Why should you be permitted entry?" "Why shouldn't we?" replied Got Gal, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting out her tits towards the two oak like trees which she had decided were the source of the voice, though how trees could talk was quite beyond her. "We have something of great importance to discuss with Zarcon and I doubt he will be happy that his gate lackey prevented us from doing so." "Impudent female," roared the voice. "Not only should I deny you entry, I should crush you into a bloody pulp where you stand flaunting your sluttish body." "Then you won't get any more of Wong's pizza," spoke up Got Chic who had adopted a similar pose to her mentor. "I do not care about …," the voice faltered and then paused before resuming in a very different tone. "Er, what did you say about pizza?" "I said, no more pizza from Wongs for your master if you don't let us in to see him," replied Got Chic. There was a long silence. "Perhaps I was a bit hasty in my judgement," said the voice in an almost pleading tone. "Still, you must prove you are worthy to enter the realm of Zarcon the Great." "Fine, just how do we do that?" demanded Got Gal. The voice didn't reply, but the ground shook slightly and two large roots poked up through the ground, one in front of each of the not quite oak trees. The roots had a very phallic shape and were oozing a clear sap. "Oh fucking wonderful," muttered Got Gal and then she felt her Got Emerald pulse against the skin of her neck and knew what the jewel wanted them to do. "Let's go for a ride," said the blonde glancing at her sidekick and then moving forward to straddle one of the roots. She lowered herself slowly onto it, feeling the smooth wood rub over the lips of her sex and then start to slip inside. "Ahhhhhh," moaned the voice, now sounding more like the many others who had previously sampled the delicious pussies of the Got Gals. Got Chic stood there looking at her mentor as she slowly impaled herself on the root for a few seconds and then shrugging moved to do likewise on the other root. It felt surprisingly warm and soft s she settled her pussy on it and inch by inch took it deeper inside her body. Once the two heroines were firmly seated on the roots, the roots began to pulse and thrust up and down. Both Got Gals were surprised to find the experience not at all like what they had expected. They could feel, not the cold mechanical fucking of a machine, but the sensation of vital life pouring into their bodies as the roots thrust in and out of their pussies. "This isn't half bad," moaned Got Chic. "Hell, it sure beats any of the vibrators I own." "Fucking A," agreed Got Gal who was using her powerful leg muscles to ride up and down the root in time with its thrusts. "I am going to cum in no time if this thing can keep up the pace." "No mere human female can match the Portal of Zarcon," said the voice, sounding a bit strained. "We will see about that," moaned Got Chic as she squeezed her pussy tighter around the thrusting root and increased her pace up and down the pulsating pseudo penis. The voice went silent then and the rate of thrusting increased and both Got Gals swore they could feel the root swell larger inside their pussies. Abruptly, a loud moan echoed around the small clearing and the tree roots exploded, shooting huge streams of some kind of liquid deep into the wombs of the two heroines. Between the two trees, a glowing portal began to open. "I think you just met your match in two mere human females," gasped Got Gal as she and Got Chic dismounted from the roots and on unsteady legs, joined hands and stepped through the portal. * * * It turned out Prax had booked the penthouse suite at the Ritz. Brenda left him examining the king sized bed and went into the bathroom with the lingerie box. That semi-transparent glittering garment was all she was wearing when she came into the bedroom and for once the imp found himself speechless as his eyes fixed on the tantalizing glimpses of her exquisite body that appeared and vanished with each step. "So, are you happy to see me big boy, or is that just a python in your pants?" drawled Brenda as she paused with one hand on her hip. "I don't think I have ever seen anyone looking so beautiful," Prax finally managed as his eyes continued to roam over the vision in front of him. "I don't suppose you would consider coming with me on a little tour of the world." "Very tempting," purred Brenda and she reached a hand down to lightly brush over the sizable bulge in Prax's pants. "I am afraid, I have obligations here that preclude that, but I am all yours for this one night. Now, why don't you get rid of those clothes before you poke a hole in them with that erection." Prax smiled and snapped his fingers. In a flash of light, he stood there naked with his cock standing out erect and dribbling precum. "I have been imagining your lips around my cock all evening," he said. "What a coincidence, so have I," replied Brenda with a smile. That was certainly a true statement, though also more than a little bit misleading. She had been steeling herself to go through with her plan, even as it made her feel like a cheap whore. Make that expensive call girl, she corrected herself remembering the presents and looking around the luxury room. Her damn Aphrodite gene, however, was already trying to convince her mind that this wasn't such a bad plan and didn't that huge throbbing cock look tasty? Brenda's mind agreed somewhat reluctantly that it did indeed as she sank to her knees in front of Prax, opened her mouth as wide as it would go and took the head of his cock between her full, red lips. There was a moan of pleasure from Prax and then his hands were on the back of Brenda's head gently, but firmly pushing her mouth further and further down his cock until the head popped into her throat and kept on going. When he finally took his hands away, it was to stare down at the sight of his entire cock having been swallowed by the woman's sexy mouth. He could feel his balls throbbing as they rubbed on her chin and slowly Prax began to pump his cock in and out of that wonderful, warm mouth. Brenda could feel her body winning the fight between body and mind as she felt the thick tube of warm meat slide back and forth in her mouth. She could feel her pussy getting wet in anticipation of future use and telling her mouth to hurry up and let it have a turn. Her mouth on the other hand, was enjoying itself immensely as it savoured the rich taste of the precum coating it and wanting to sample the real thing. Brenda's tongue slithered around on the thick shaft, tracing the large veins and generally getting to know every inch of the imp's cock. Brenda didn't hurry the blowjob and neither did Prax as they both seemed to relish the act and wanted to prolong it as long as possible. Finally though, Prax gave a loud cry of pleasure and taking a two handed grip on Brenda's head began to pump his load into her mouth and down her throat. It seemed like he was going to cum forever, but finally the flow stopped just as the brunette didn't think her stomach could hold another drop of the warm, salty fluid. Prax reached down and lifted Brenda to her feet before taking her hand and leading her to the waiting bed. He sprawled on top of it, his massive cock still hard and pointed up like a rocket ready to launch as he watched her slide the garment over her shoulders and collapse in a shimmering heap at her feet. "Do you have a favorite position sailor?" asked Brenda as she crawled onto the bed, her large globes swaying back and forth. "Ladies choice," smirked Prax. "Then do your bitch doggy style," replied Brenda getting on her hands and knees then wiggling her ass at the dark haired pretend man. Best not to think what the thing that was about to mount her really looked like, she thought. She felt strong hands grab her hips and a second later felt something hard and warm pressing against her pussy lips. "My pleasure," Prax said and knew he wasn't lying as he slowly slid his cock into the waiting love tunnel. The woman was wet and well lubricated, so it slid in easily and soon he had his entire length buried in the soft, cling flesh of her pussy. That was the special thing about these Aphrodite females, no matter how large he made his cock, they were always able to accommodate it without any discernable problems. "Oh fuck baby, that feels good," moaned Brenda and realized she wasn't even lying in the slightest as it did feel damn good. Maybe this didn't qualify as totally consensual as she had felt some pressure to do this and get it over with, but it was also a much better experience than she had had for quite some time which probably said some bad things about her love life. "Fuck me, " Brenda heard herself begging. "At the risk of sounding redundant, it will be my pleasure," said the imp as he began to thrust his member in and out of the brunette's pussy. Slowly at first, but picking up speed until his cock was slamming into the woman at an inhuman pace which few normal women could have withstood for more than a few seconds. There was the sound, near continuous now as flesh smacked against flesh and two voices moaning with ever increasing ecstasy until Prax began to deliver his second load into the woman's body. * * * It was early in the morning when Prax saw his brother sitting in a chair in the hotel lobby as he exited the elevator. He had lost track of how many times he had cum as the woman had been insatiable. At one point, she had even produced her Ms. Americana costume from her purse and wore it while begging him to fuck her while she wore it, or at least the mask as half the fun had been removing the skimpy bikini costume. "Have fun?" snickered Bob as he fell into stride with Prax as they went out the hotel's main door. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did," agreed Prax. "Yeah, well too bad she was playing you then," snickered Bob. "What the devil are you talking about?" demanded Prax, stopping and turning to face his brother. "We've been invited by the brutes called mutoids to a little parley and party tonight," said Bob. "Supposedly we get to try out these holograms of theirs, but a little blonde birdie told me it will be the real heroines. They intend to collect the sperm samples they need for a banishment spell and I for one don't intend to go back to that rocky little horror show called home for a hundred years. The bitch you spent all night so lovingly fucking was just keeping you busy while her friends gather the ingredients." Prax felt a stab of anger at this revelation and involuntarily glanced up towards the penthouse suite where he had left Brenda peacefully sleeping. "Well, despite your opinion of me, I am not so trusting and naïve," he sneered. "As you pointed out before, everywhere we go, the local magic users eventually get together to drive us out, though by then I am ready to move on and let them have their little fun." "So?" prompted Bob. "So, I anticipated future treachery and made sure my old friend Igneous would answer any summoning spell that they tried to use to learn how to banish us. I had him make one change to the potion. If it is stirred with a crystal rod instead of a silver one, instead of banishing us, it will enslave those who contributed to it for eternity." "I owe you an apology brother," laughed Bob and he slapped Prax on the back. "Then we shall attend the gathering tonight. Thirteen of those big boobed whores each should make for a fun evening and then I shall take possession of this alien mechanism and this reality will become our new home and playground." The End