The Perverter" End Games 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 * * * The Got Gals found themselves in a world on the other side of the portal much like their own or the one they had just left in that the leaves on the trees were the same crimson red. A few other minor details were somewhat different though such as the two blue suns in an orange sky, the yellow grass they were standing on, the purple bark on the trees and the dragons zooming around in the aforementioned orange sky. "Don't say it," Got Gal warned Got Chic. "Oh come on Tonya,, I just have to," protested Got Chic. "You know how much I love movies." Got Gal sighed. "Ok, go ahead then and get it out of your system." "I don't think we are in Kansas any more," giggled Got Chic. "Yeah and those don't exactly look like munchkins," observed Got gal as several dozen large, brown scaled creatures appeared at the top of a small hill, gave a cry and charged towards them waving spears. "Do we fight them?" asked Got Chic. "I don't fancy taking to the air too much considering what is waiting up there," and she gestured towards the dragons. "We'll fight only if they try using those spears," replied Got Gal. "Hopefully, they are just the welcoming party sent to fetch us to Zorcan." * * * "Well, at least you apes aren't as ugly as the last time I saw you," said the lizard man sitting on the throne in front of the Got Gals. The two heroines hadn't put up any fight when their welcoming party had surrounded them and then with a few spear pokes had marched them off to this medieval style castle and the throne room. "We aren't apes," replied Got Gal as she stood with her arms crossed under her massive breasts. "Apes, or descended from apes," sneered Zarcon. "Personally, I never understood all that evolution mumbo jumbo. I could see the writing on the wall about twenty thousand of your years ago with all you ape things breeding like rabbits and learning how to make weapons. I came to this world and made it my own, hoping never to see your kind again." "How did you learn about Wong's Pizza then?" asked Got Chic. It is rather hard for an eight foot tall, 350 pound, brown scaled lizard with razor sharp teeth to look embarrassed, but that was exactly what Zarcon looked like at the moment. "It's the bloody dragons," he whined. When this only got blank looks from the heroines, he elaborated. "I blocked all the portals between your world and this one, but the dragons are teleporters. They grew up in your world and now and then one of them gets homesick and teleports back to visit its old haunts." "Somehow, I doubt those old haunts include Delta City," remarked Got Gal. "I also think we would have noticed a fifty foot dragon flying around downtown." "Besides teleporting, the dragons can change their size, or even become invisible," replied Zarcon. "One time, one of the dragons returned with a take out menu stuck to its scales. Curiosity got the better of me as I had never heard of this thing called pizza, so I sent one of my trusted lieutenant's to get me one. Oddly enough, the old woman who runs the restaurant had one waiting with my name on it for a pickup. Since then, I get a #2 extra large every Friday." "That's a pretty big pizza," observed Got Chic. "I'm not exactly a midget," snorted Zarcon. "Little person," corrected Got Gal. When Zarcon just looked puzzled, the blonde continued. "It's not considered politically correct to call them midgets anymore. The most commonly used term now is ‘little person'." ‘Bah, you humans worry about the weirdest things. Now, how would you like to be put to death? Hanging is the normal method, but that probably won't be too effective with flyers. Can I interest you in a quick beheading?" "Hey, wait a moment," said Got Gal. "You can't put us to death. We haven't done anything to you. "You are human and that is reason enough," replied Zarcon. "I have clearly posted it throughout my kingdom that humans are not allowed here on pain of death." "And just how are we supposed to read those postings until we got here?" snapped Got Gal. "Your Portal didn't say anything about that edict to us." "Yeah, it was too busy fucking us," muttered Got Chic. For the second time, Zarcon looked rather embarrassed. "I will have to have a word with Portal," he said. "There was some half mad forest wizard here when I arrived and I just sort of inherited Portal after I killed the wizard." Zarcon sighed, "Look, why did you come here anyway?" "We were sent to get a crystal rod from you that is needed to complete a potion," replied Got Gal. "We've got a couple of imps causing trouble and it's the only way to get rid of them." "Imps eh?" said Zarcon rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "They can be nasty buggers to deal with. Look, I am willing to forego the execution thing and send the pair of you packing, but I don't see what you can offer me in exchange for a crystal rod. I would say those things don't grow on trees, but actually they do. I have the only such tree as far as I know in a thousand dimensions that produces them in my garden." Got Gal felt her emerald pulse against her skin again and glanced over at Got Chic to see if her sidekick had likewise been prompted by her jewel and saw she had. The blonde turned back to Zarcon with a smile and cupped her large breasts in her hands. "Well, if you don't see that we have anything to trade for the crystal rod, then you aren't looking very closely." Still smiling, Got Gal lifted one of her heavy breasts to her mouth and ran her tongue over the erect nipple before repeating the action with her other boob. Zarcon stared at the spectacle in front of him and when his gaze flitted to Got Chic, he saw the dark skinned girl had spread her legs wider apart to give a clear view of her pussy and the fingers pulling apart her netherlips to display the pink interior invitingly. The lizard lord felt a swelling in the loin cloth which was his only garment and grinned. "I stand corrected ladies. Let us adjourn to my private quarters where we can continue the negotiations to what I am sure will be a mutually beneficial conclusion." In his private quarters, Zarcon dropped his royal loincloth to display a much different type of rod. The thick, foot long shaft was covered with fine light brown scales and was fully erect and dribbling precum as the Got Gals fell to their knees in front of the lizard king and stuck their tongues out. Got Gal licked from the base up one side to the tip while Got Chic did the same on the other side. Their tongues met at the tip and swirled around each other as they lapped up the freely flowing clear liquid oozing from the slit. "You know, I'm starting to think I might have been wrong about humans being useless wastes of skin," moaned Zarcon as he rested one massive taloned hand on the head of each heroine. His reptilian eyes then nearly rolled back in his head when Got Gal's mouth enveloped the bulbous knob of his cock while Got Chic's mouth somehow managed to take his entire swollen ball sac into her mouth and slather it with her saliva using her tongue. The two human heroines continued their dual assault on Zarcon's cock and balls for several minutes until the lizard lord felt his legs starting to buckle from sheer pleasure. Got Chic could sense the impending explosion of the lizard man as his nuts pulsed and throbbed in her mouth and she wondered if she should warn Got Gal, but decided her mentor was going to find out about it soon enough and any warning wouldn't likely change anything. That was because the blonde had worked her way steadily down the huge cock until the entire length was in her mouth and bulging out her throat. She had then slowly began to slide her mouth back and forth on the massive member, lovingly licking it with her tongue until she had memorized every ridge, vein and scale. Got Gal heard a muffled cry from Got Chic and a second later felt the surge of cum shooting through the shaft before erupting in her throat. The warm, thick liquid seemed to come out in a nearly inexhaustible amount before finally trailing off and leaving the heroine with a slightly bloated feeling. A small amount of the lizard cum had managed to escape the seal of Got Gal's lips and dripped down onto Got Chic's upturned face. Letting the momentarily depleted balls slip from her mouth, the sidekick ran her tongue over as much of her face as she could reach lapping up the sticky white goo. "Pardon my brutality," said Zarcon with a sharp toothed grin, "but I have a reputation to live up to," and he dragged both of the Got Gals over to his large bed by their hair and tossed them onto it. "I think the little one got short changed in that first round, so it seems only fair to let her have the first go in this round." With that, Zarcon rolled Got Chic onto her back, spread her legs wide apart and drove his cock deep into her pussy in one hard thrust. Got Chic gave a grunt, followed by a loud wail of pleasure as she was penetrated and the huge lizard cock drilled deep into her pussy. Got Gal watched mesmerized for a few moments as Zarcon began to thrust in and out of the sidekick's tight, warm cunt. She felt her Got Emerald pulsing even hotter against her skin and with a mischievous grin moved to straddle her sidekick's face. Got Chic looked up as the light was eclipsed and then gave a muted cry as her mouth was smothered by Got Gal's dripping pussy. Well, she was no stranger to this particular pussy and Got Chic began to lick furiously at her mentor's clit even as her own pussy was being relentlessly hammered by Zarcon's huge cock. The sight of the blonde riding the face of the younger, dark skinned female with her large, round boobs bouncing wildly only served to make Zarcon even hornier and to slam his cock even harder and deeper into Got Chic's warm, wet cunt. "I seem to recall," he gasped , "some old saying about how once you go human, you can never go back. I never understood that saying until this moment." "I have to point out," gasped Got Gal as she reached down to give each of Got Chic's large brown tits a squeeze, "that we aren't exactly your average human females. Just in case you were considering raiding our reality or something like that." Zarcon laughed. "No worry on that account little blonde human, I can tell the two of you are quite abnormal in many regards. I think it has something to do with those curious emeralds you wear. Still, if more of your kind ever wanted to visit my realm, I think I could forego the death penalty in favour of more of this type of bargaining." The lizard king then broke off his speech to concentrate on fucking Got Chic's pussy as hard and fast as he could. The next sound to escape his lips was a cry of triumph and pleasure as he began to empty his replenished balls into the depths of Got Chic's pussy. The two heroines joined him in orgasm a few seconds later as Got Chic's body shuddered and squirted her honey all over Zarcon's member which was still driving in and out of her while Got Gal's fluids coated her sidekick's face and filled her mouth. "I never thought I would have to admit this," said Zarcon after he pulled out of Got Chic and collapsed onto his back on the bed, "but you two have tired me out after only two orgasms and I need to rest for a few minutes before we can go on. I never thought I would start to feel old at a mere twenty thousand years!" "We will give you a few minutes to recuperate, but not much more," giggled Got Gal as she crawled on top of the lizard king and rubbed her tits into his chest before leaning her head down to kiss him. The Got Emerald felt almost white hot against her skin now. * * * "Are you sure I can't convince you two to remain in my realm as my concubines?" asked Zarcon some time later as he led them out into his garden which had numerous strange looking trees with odd and dazzling objects dangling from their branches. "We appreciate the offer," replied Got Gal, "but as a king, I am sure you understand the obligation we feel to complete our quest and help save our world." Zarcon nodded in agreement. "Yes, I understand an individual's obligation to the group. It is why I led my people here in the first place." "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one," quoted Got Chic. "Very wise words indeed," agreed Zarcon. "I can see that your beauty has somewhat blinded me to your intelligence. Perhaps one does not have to have scales to be worthy." He turned then to one of the trees which was indeed hung with crystal rods and paused as he reached up to pluck one from a branch. "I am curious though why you would want a crystal rod for your potion. That is not consistent with what I know of imps." Got Gal shrugged. "Sorry, we aren't magic users. Hexanna, that's our sorceress told us to get one and she got that from some kind of mystical summoning." "From a demon?" asked Zarcon. "I hate to tell you this, but demons lie routinely. It is part of their nature." "I don't think it was a demon," replied Got Gal, her forehead wrinkling in concentration. "I think Hexxy said it was a troll ghost." "Oh, yes, that's a reliable source," said Zarcon sarcastically. * * * "Ok, is everyone here and do you all have your wristbands?" asked Ms. Americana after tapping her gavel on the conference room table to quiet the throng of heroines milling around the room. "Everyone but the Got Gals," replied Hexanna. "I got a text that they are back from Zarcon's realm and would be here as soon as they could shower and clean up." Ms. Americana quirked an eyebrow at this, but didn't say anything about it as she let her gaze roam over the assembled heroines. The room was a lot more crowded than normal and introductions had been required for most of the independent heroines like Gravity Girl, Ebony and Ivory. The newcomers were seemingly fitting in well with the possible exception of Battle Sprite who stood in a corner by herself, glowering at everyone who came near her, though that didn't seem to be deterring the blue haired BB who was homing in on her. "Just remember, red wristbands mean Team Americana and Blue wristbands mean Team Hexxy." "Go Team Americana!" yelled Amazing Babe, holding her fist high in the air and displaying her red wristband. "Boo, hiss, Team Hexxy rules!" countered Night Raven. Ms. Americana rolled her eyes, but smiled. This was not supposed to be a competition, but when you gathered this many competitive women together, it could hardly be considered surprizing when they turned it into one. Professor Werder had come up with the wristbands, each with a single hidden button. Once a heroine collected a sperm sample from one of the imps, she was to press the button which would send a signal to the appropriate team leader to come and collect the sample. A pretty euphemism for licking the cum out of their pussies, thought Ms. Americana with a mixture of disgust and excitement. "Hi, I'm BB and it looks like we are teammates," said BB extending her hand with the blue wristband on it. Battle Sprite hesitated, but finally took the outstretched hand and shook it. "Battle Sprite," she said. "You look to be about the only person here who isn't excited about this whole thing," offered BB. "It's a totally insane adventure," said Battle Sprite. "It's like some author needed a big climax to a story and yest that pun is intentional, so they dreamed up this stunt. That's not the total reason I'm not jumping up and down for joy at the thought of getting fucked for the good of humanity though." "Oh?" asked BB with a quirked eyebrow. "Ok, I guess it is related," conceded Battle Sprite, "but everyone treated me like I was a joke and ignored me then I get invited to participate in the biggest joke of all. I guess if you are starting a circus, it makes sense to invite the clown to join." "You see yourself as a clown?" asked BB. "Pretty much," agreed Battle Sprite. "I'm on the low end when it comes to strength and speed for a Type I Aphrodite. Hell, I didn't even get the big boobs. I've barely got a B cup." "I thought we were long past judging women by the size of their tits?" asked BB. "Yeah, we are supposed to be," agreed Battle Sprite, "but not so much in the heroine club of Delta City where a DD is barely considered adequate. I said before that this whole stunt seems like something a hack writer made up, All the big tits in this room seems like some artist's fantasy brought to life. Sometimes I think I am insane to even want to be a superheroine in this fucking mixed-up city." "Yeah, I feel like that too now and then," agreed BB. "Then I help someone who really needs it and it makes it all feel worthwhile." Battle Sprite started to reply and stopped. She hadn't meant to say more than "hello" to this blue haired girl and now she realized she had pretty much poured out her soul to her. Battle Sprite wondered if that was the girl's special power, to put people at ease. She gave her head a little shake and then saw the room door slide open and two figures rush in. "It looks like we are ready to get this farce on the road," she said seeing Got Gal and Got Chic as they hurried over to where Hexanna and Ms. Americana were conversing with each other. "Sorry, we are a bit late," said Got Gal handing a package to Hexanna. "Here is what you need for the potion, but there is a bit of a story to go with it." Hexanna listened to Got Gal's story and grimaced at the conclusion before peering into the bag. "Someone is going to get a nasty surprise from this," she said with satisfaction. Anything else, she might have said was cut off by the sound of a horn blaring from outside. "It sounds like our ride is here," called Ms. Americana to the group of heroines. "We need to get there and be in place well before the imps arrive for their conference with the mutoids, so let's get going." The heroines all nodded and trooped out of the She Legion HQ to find Captain Glory at the wheel of a school bus. "Oh fuck, not another bus ride," moaned Wolf Woman. "My ass still hasn't recovered from the Greyhound ride to Texas and back." "It's just across town you big baby," teased Texas Star, giving her friend's ass a playful squeeze, "and your ass feels totally recovered to me." "This is feeling like déjà vu all over again," said Flag Girl as they got on the bus. "I mean can't we afford something classier than an old school bus with bubble gum under the seats? We should have a bar and big screen televisions at least." "What can I say?" said Captain Glory with a smile. "I have a buddy who drives this bus during the week and lets me borrow it if I need it. Just be glad, it is a Saturday night, or you would be catching public transit, Since everyone isn't going to fit into the Ms. Americana mobile." "Also, you are not of legal age for that bar and alcohol," put in Ms. Americana giving Flag Girl's ass a swat to hurry her along. "Sheesh, apparently I am old enough to get fucked and have my pussy eaten out," complained Flag Girl displaying her red wristband, "but a simple beer is immoral." "No one ever said the universe is fair," pointed out Lady Midnight as she steered the blonde sidekick to a seat. * * * "Um, welcome to our place," said Roarke to the two imps as he waved one massive hand around to indicate the large underground room, while trying not to sweat. Then he tried even harder to remember if as a mutoid if he could sweat. Kellog had been very specific about what he would do to him if he screwed this up. So detailed in fact, that Roarke hadn't been aware some of the things were physically possible. "Charming place," said Bob sarcastically as he looked around the grey walled room with large pipes carrying god knows what criss-crossing the ceiling. "Oh, I would say it has its charms," said Prax as he considered the several dozen heroines scattered around the room. "We um even stole some new mattresses from Wade Mart for you," said Rourke proudly pointing out the mattresses next to each of the heroines. "Not to mention an audience," snorted Bob as he took in the several hundred mutoids sitting in makeshift bleachers. "Yeah, well the boys really wanted to see what a couple of experts like yourself could do," said Rourke. That had been a contentious issue with Kellog, but the large mutoid had been finally forced to concede the point. The mutoids simply were not willing to miss out on a show of this epic quality, but Kellog had once again been very specific about what would happen to any mutoid who did more than watch, unless of course the heroines explicitly invited them. "I didn't think the hologram system you described had the capacity to create more than a dozen replicas," said Bob as he looked the heroines over and felt his cock begin to stiffen in his pants. Fake or not, the women on display looked damn hot. "We, um recently got an upgrade," said Rourke, remembering the answer to that anticipated question that Kellog had given him. Rourke was not a mutoid used to thinking on his feet or even thinking at all. "A dozen sluts just wasn't enough with so many of us," and this time he gestured to the bleachers. "Well, pleasure before business," I always said," said Prax as he wandered into the room and stopped by a blonde in red, white and green costume. "Hmm, I don't believe I know you." "I'm Ms. Patriot and don't bother asking about the colour scheme. It's a long story and we have more pressing business," said the blonde who literally grabbed the startled imp and tossed him onto his back on the mattress next to her. She was out of her costume in record time and straddling his cock before he had time to do much more than blink. He wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be raped as the girl impaled herself on his cock which had risen to the occasion on automatic pilot at the sight of a busty, naked woman. He watched hypnotized as the girl's huge melons bounced around as she rode his cock with an enthusiasm, he couldn't remember seeing before. In short order, he felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to blast his spunk into the girl's wet pussy. "Woo hoo, score one for Team Americana," yelled Ms. Patriot as she dismounted with a steady river of his spunk dripping out of her pussy. "What is it referring too?" Prax asked Rourke who stood next to him trying his best not to pull out his own hard cock and set to work on what he knew were the real deal, though with a dozen or so holograms mixed in to provide additional bodies if required. This was not a question that the mutoid had been provided a pat answer for. "Um, I think it is just a bug in the new upgrade." Prax nodded and watched a Ms. Americana hologram appear and push Ms. Patriot onto her back and start to go down on her. "We um, thought it would be a better show if we put some of the holograms into autonomous mode," said Rourke smiling nervously, giving another prepared answer and wondering what in the hell "autonomous" meant. He thought it might have something to do with cars, but there didn't seem to be any around as he watched Ms. Americana swirling her tongue inside the young blonde's pussy to get all the cum she could. "I am sure you are right," smirked Prax as he was sure that was the real Ms. Americana with her tongue shoved deep into the young blonde's twat. Never try to deceive a deceiver, he thought to himself as he looked around for another heroine to plant his cock in. He spotted a slightly nervous looking Champion Girl and made his way over to her as she stood beside her mattress. A nervous hologram? Not likely! "you look like a religious slut to me, so let's do missionary," he said with a predatory grin. "It does look like he is suspicious," thought Ms. Americana as she teased a couple of large blobs of cum from Ms. Patriot's rather tasty pussy and spit them into the plastic container she kept carefully hidden from the imp's view. " "I would ask you your name, but it really doesn't matter as long as you have a hole for me to stick my cock in," said Bob going up to Lady Midnight. "What do you think about anal?" "actually, I prefer it in my pussy," replied the ebony heroine. "I thought you might," smirked Bob. "Well I suppose that will have to do. By the way," he said watching the woman strip out of her skimpy purple costume, "you would make a great slave on my world." "Say What?" replied Lady Midnight automatically as her hands went to her hips and she glared indignantly at the imp for a second before remembering she was supposed to be playing a submissive hologram. "Um, Error 309. Correcting. I would love to be your slave," she said with a smile and got down on her hands and knees to let the imp do her doggy style. "I am pretty sure they know we are real," whispered Lady Midnight to Hexanna a few minutes later when the dark haired sorceress slithered up and buried her face in the black heroine's pussy to collect a sample. "I can't imagine how they would," whispered Hexanna back as she deposited several large mouthfuls of the imp cum into her own container and then went back for more, telling herself she was just doing her duty and it wasn't because she enjoyed eating out this gorgeous woman's pussy. Prax took his time fucking Champion Girl , savouring her tight pussy as he fondly recalled his first time with her. As the blonde's moans grew louder and louder, he feigned irritation and called another of the heroine's over with a gesture. "She is making too much noise," he said to her as he inspected her costume. "I don't think I have had the pleasure of meeting you before. What is your name and what in the name of all the circles of hell is that costume supposed to be." "My name is Gravity Girl," said the woman and she looked down at her costume and sighed. "It was um supposed to be a sexy pumpkin It was on sale and all I could afford at the time." ‘"Probably not a big seller," remarked Prax, "and it probably looks better off than on, so get naked and sit on this bitch's face to keep her quiet. Do a good job of messing up her face and I will fuck you next." "Right away sir," said Gravity Girl meekly and stripped out of her costume while trying not to notice the look Champion Girl was giving her. Holly couldn't decide if it was anger or lust and decided it was safer to go with the latter and quickly began to grind her pussy into the other heroine's face. "Numbers two and three, thought Ms. Americana some twenty minutes later when she arrived to collect the samples from the pair of very satisfied looking heroines. "Bah, your tits are too small and your hair makes you look like a boy," said Bob dismissively as he turned away from Battle Sprite. The young heroine was about to clobber the bastard when the air was knocked out of her lungs by a well placed elbow from BB. The blue haired girl then scurried around in front of Bob, wrapped her mouth around his swaying prick to keep him from leaving and began to suck on it enthusiastically. The imp moaned and shut his eyes to enjoy the sensation of the soft mouth and tongue on his cock and didn't protest when the bitch wanted more as she pushed him onto his back and mounted him. He was somewhat surprised then when he opened his eyes and saw it was the girl he had just dismissed riding his cock instead of the blue haired one. "Maybe I was over hasty," he thought as the girl squeezed his cock in her pussy. "There is also something to be said for smaller perkier tits too," he decided as he grabbed one in each hand and began to maul them. He noticed the blue haired girl kneeling beside him watching intently and decided he would reward her for her assistance by fucking her next. For now though, he just lay back and began to thrust his hips up into the girl with the tightest cunt he could remember bouncing up and down on him as if she had something to prove. Prax's attention was next drawn by the beachball sized globes of Amazing Babe. He decided to have some fun with the blonde by sliding his cock between those huge tits, knowing full well that for once she would have wanted it in her pussy. Well, he would oblige her once he made her beg for it which she did most convincingly. "Mmm, these boobs feel almost as good as the real thing," he teased as he slid his cock through the deep, soft valley between her tits. A brief look of indignation passed over Amazing Babe's face at this semi insult, but she managed to keep smiling like a nice, obedient hologram. "oh baby, please put your big cock in my pussy. I want to feel you inside me so bad." "Well, I suppose I could," conceded Prax as he removed his cock from between those soft boobs and slid it home to the hilt in the heroine's pussy and a few minutes later allowed Ms. Americana to collect sample number four. Leaving BB and Battle Sprite with cum dripping from their well fucked holes and Hexanna busy at work, Bob zeroed in on Omega Woman next. With the aid of his magic, there was no problem with his being able to get it up and keep it up for hours at a time, but he also enjoyed inflicting a little humiliation as part of his enjoyment. "I've always wanted to see a pair of identical twins going at it," he told the busty blonde. "Let's see you making out with yourself shall we?" A look of panic crossed Omega Woman's face, but for once Rourke was swift on the uptake, or at least had this particular fantasy himself and he manipulated a remote to quickly produce a hologram of Omega Woman and direct it over to the real heroine who stared at it in almost abject terror as it made its jiggling approach to her. "Give me a good show and I will fuck you," said Bob with a leer. Oh goddess, he must know, thought Omega Woman, but saw no choice but to go through with this farce until she was absolutely certain. She reluctantly wrapped her arms around the duplicate and drew it in for a kiss. After several minutes of watching the pair groping and fondling each other's breasts and ass, Bob couldn't take his own plan any longer as he grabbed the real Omega Woman, threw her down on the mattress and began to rail her as hard as he could while the hologram sucked on the real Omega Woman's breasts. Sample four was quickly forthcoming. Texas Star was Prax's next target as he hadn't got to nail her during his seduction of Wolf Woman. To his mind she had one of the best set of "guns" and he wasn't thinking about her pair of custom Colt 45's either. "I've always had a thing for policewoman," he told her. "I think it is the uniform, or at least getting the girl out of the uniform." His fingers worked the buttons on her top and then slipped inside to cup each of the full, round jugs. "I see where you keep your spare ammunition," he teased as his fingers played with the Southern blonde's large nipples. "Well the song said California girls are the best," drawled Texas Star, "but they can't hold a candle to us Southern belles in bed." "I guess we will just have to test that out," replied Prax. "How are you at reverse cowgirl?" "Sugar, I'm the best at everything," replied Texas Star with a lewd wink and quickly went on to make a solid case for the truth of her statement. "You Texans sure like to brag," commented Ms. Americana just before slipping her tongue into Texas Star's dripping pussy in search of the white gold. "Honey, it ain't bragging when it's the truth," laughed Texas Star as she wrapped her long legs around the brunette's head and drew her in tighter to her pussy. "You all make sure to get every last drop now." "You must be into some kinky stuff with that thing," said Bob gesturing at the bull whip Ivory or Nevada Jones kept attached to her belt. "It's a family heirloom, but it does have its uses," agreed Nevada as she uncoiled the whip and before the imp could react, lashed out with it to curl it around his ankles and give a yank to topple him onto his back on the mattress. Feeling the roles reversed a little and not totally sure he liked it, Bob watched the woman strip off her costume and climb on bord his cock. "Well at least he didn't look quite so smug," giggled Hexanna some time later as she lapped up her fifth load of cum from Nevada's pussy. "You look familiar," said Prax with a frown as Nefertari / Ebony stood in front of him wearing as they say only a smile. "The kingdom of Eqt about two thousand years ago?" suggested the tall, dark skinned former queen, now a teacher at Hexanna's school and part time superheroine with her partner and lover Nevada Jones / Ivory. "Could be," admitted Prax. "Damn hot place with lots of sand, bugs and poisonous snakes?" :Towards the end, sadly," agreed Nefertari as she pulled the imp down on top of her and guided his cock into her pussy. Prax's eyes lit up as his member sank into the warm depths. "Yes, that was it. I never forget a pussy," he said with a grin and began to drive in and out of the former queen. "It was a spring day with the yellow flowers in bloom in your garden where I took you. I never thought of ever having the pleasure of mating with you again after so many years and so many miles from there. What have you been up to all this time?" Nefertari found herself being charmed by his manner. He actually seemed sincere in his question. "I spent most of that time trapped in a pyramid," she told him thanks to a bastard of a sorcerer named Crimson Spider. [author's Note: See the Nevada Jones stories for more details] "Him?" replied Prax who paused in his thrusting to frown. "Nasty piece of work. Would you like me to do anything about him? I could arrange for him to spend eternity in agony as maggots eat him slowly from inside." "I already took care of him," Nefertari assured him, "but thanks for the offer." Prax nodded a bit absently and resumed fucking her. "It looked like you two were almost bonding," teased Ms. Americana as she lapped up some of Prax's cum a few minutes later and deposited the mouthful in her container. "We met a long time ago," replied Nefertari as she looked down between her breasts at the brunette with her face buried in her pussy. "A girlish crush you might call it." "mmm, I do love them young," leered Bob as he regarded the naked Flag Girl. "Why don't you give me a twirl little girl and show me all your goodies." Flag Girl kept her smile plastered on her face and did a little twirl for the asshole only for him to give her ass a hard smack. She heard the imp laugh and her hands automatically balled into fists, but she saw Ms. Americana stick her head up from where she was licking Nefertari's pussy and give it a slight shake. The blonde sidekick forced herself to relax and keep smiling as she faced Bob once more. "That is one killer ass you got there babe," smirked Bob. "It's amazing how realistic this human technology can be don't you think?" and he winked at her. Fuck, he knows and is just toying with us, thought Flag Girl as she forced herself to remain quiet and smiling docilely. "Well, let's take that sweet little pussy of yours for a ride," said Bob as he shoved Flag Girl onto her back on the mattress and positioned himself between her legs. "I am sure he knows we are real," whispered Flag Girl to Hexanna as the latter slurped up the sperm from the young blonde's pussy and spit it into her container. "Yes, we made sure he knows you are all the real thing," replied Hexanna, who saw the confused look on Flag Girl's face and went on in a low whisper. "We figured he wouldn't be interested in the holograms, so we arranged to have it leaked to him that we were setting a trap by replacing the holograms with our own bodies. He figures they are putting one over on us and having a great time doing it. It was the only way we could figure out to get the samples. Sorry to keep you in the dark, but Ms. Americana and I thought it would be more convincing this way. The bastard can't help gloating and thinks he is rubbing our noes in it, but we are the ones who will get the last laugh. Now speaking of rubbing noses in things, spread your legs a little wider and let me get my tongue a little deeper in your pussy." "I don't believe I have had the pleasure of meeting the two of you before," said Prax as he regarded Alpha Woman and Alpha Girl, the latter having being too nervous to face the imp by herself and had joined her partner to greet him as a double offering. "we are new in town," replied Alpha Woman. "Well if I was that fat old Santa, I would ask if you had been naughty or nice, but it really doesn't matter to me. I also love redheads, so let's get kinky shall we?" "We are programmed to do whatever we are told," responded Alpha Woman with a nervous smile as she remembered one of the stock phrases she had been given to use. Alpha Girl could only nod her head in agreement since she didn't trust her voice not to break which was hardly hologram like. Prax positioned the two Alphas on their hands and knees facing each other with their lips only inches apart and then with a little complicated gesture of his fingers, produced his own double. "This will be a lot easier than switching back and forth between the two of you," he said with a grin as each of the Praxs got behind one of the Alphas. "Ready, set, go," he cried and simultaneously drove his cock into both heroines. The impact of the thrusts forced the faces of the two women together and they resisted for a few seconds before giving into the inevitable and began kissing each other as they were fucked. Ms. Americana expected some smirking and crude comments when she arrived to collect the spunk from the two Alphas, but the redheads only lay their with their legs spread, cum oozing from their pussies and smiling dopily. "Are you two ok?" asked Ms. Americana with concern in her voice that surprised her considering what a pain the Alphas had been to her before this. "never been better," replied Alpha Woman and once again, Alpha Girl could only nod her head in agreement. Bob frowned over at where Prax was doing a pair of the heroines simultaneously and didn't want to be outdone, so he grabbed Spectre Girl and Azure Angel to force them into a similar position. "Monkey see, monkey do," muttered Spectre Girl under her breath as Bob produced his own duplicate and began to fuck the two young heroines at the same time. A short distance away, Green Spectre watched her daughter being taken and tried not to get turned on by the sight. When Yumi and Summer began kissing, however, it was just too much and her hands went between her legs to start playing with her pussy and rubbing her clit. "You there, come over here and join us if this is turning you on so much," called Bob. "Who would have thought holograms could get turned on eh?" Reluctantly Green Spectre joined the foursome and with another little gesture of his fingers, Bob produced a third version of himself. Green Spectre found her face pressed into the center with the two younger heroines as Bob pounded her pussy from behind. Eyes glazed over with pleasure, Yumi broke the kiss with Summer and turned her attention to the senior heroine, shoving her tongue deep into Green Spectre's mouth. Summer watched hungrily as the Asian and her mother kissed in front of her and when they finally broke their kiss, she captured her mother's mouth with a hungry ferocity spurred on by her Aphrodite gene and the air saturated with pheromones to the point that a little thing like incest seemed irrelevant. Yumi knew she should be appalled at the sight, but damn to her lust addled brain, it was the hottest thing she had ever seen as she watched the mother and daughter blondes exchanging saliva. "Ah, the esteemed tomb raider and noblewoman, Lady Kraft," said Prax as he regarded the naked woman he had chosen next, at least partially for the same reason as he had chosen Texas Star, that being he had yet to fuck her. "Your Professor Werder is extremely detail orientated isn't he? Accurate right down to those famous round sunglasses." Lady Kraft hid a grimace. She was so used to wearing the sunglasses that she had never thought to take them off when she stripped out of her clothes. "Professor Werder is a brilliant man," she said with what she hoped was a convincing smile. "Yes, and very dedicated too," agreed Prax. "I hear he has his own private hologram setup in his lab, purely for testing purposes I am sure. I wonder how many times he has fucked a Lady Kraft hologram." "I am not programmed to answer that question," replied Lady Kraft through clenched teeth as this was the first she had heard of the good professor's private whorehouse that apparently contained her and she resolved to have a friendly chat with Werder when this was done. If nothing else, there were copyright issues to be dealt with. "Well, I have always heard that you repressed English noblewomen became real tigresses in bed," smirked Prax as he pulled the British aristocrat down onto her mattress. "Let's see if that's true shall we?" I'll show him repressed, thought Lady Kraft and with a growl that would have done her lover Jungle Babe proud, she pounced on the imp and took his cock inside of her, then with wild abandon began to bounce up and down on it. "Boy, you really pushed her buttons,'" said Jungle Babe who watched her friend and lover riding Prax's cock for a few minutes. "Let's see if you can find my button," and the jungle heroine slipped out of her fur bikini and straddled Prax's face. "Oh fuck, you did," she gasped a few seconds later when Prax's tongue slithered over her erect clit. He's actually pretty good at satisfying a woman in bed isn't he?" giggled Ms. Americana after Prax had finished fucking Lady Kraft and the two women had switched positions to let Jungle Babe ride the beast as she had named his cock. "Power Lass eh?" said Bob as he regarded the busty blonde he had chosen for his next conquest. "I hear you are pretty near invulnerable, is that right?" "You got it," replied Power Lass with a smirk and then remembered she was only supposed to be a hologram. "Er, that is what my programming says about her." "Hmm, then I am sure they programmed you to take just as much punishment," grinned Bob as he made his cock four inches longer and an inch wider in diameter. "Of, of course," stammered Power Lass as she watched the already huge cock become huger and wished she didn't boast so much about her invulnerability. With an effort of sheer will power, she managed not to moan when Bob slammed that entire huge slab of cock meat into her pussy with one savage thrust and began to fuck her with wild abandon. Note to self, she thought, sometimes silence really is golden. "Are you sure you are ok?: asked Hexanna when she delicately began to ease the cum from Power Lass's pussy with her tongue. "He really went to town on you." "Never better," replied Power Lass through gritted teeth. "I'm sure my healing factor will kick in soon, but do you have to use sandpaper on my pussy? I thought you had to use your tongue." "Oh dear," muttered Hexanna as she licked as gently as she could. "I don't believe we have met," said Prax as he looked the young blonde in the grey swimsuit over. "No, I am Dolphin Woman," said Ellen Pope. "Or at least the hologram of the real one eh?" asked Prax teasingly. Ellen decided her best reply was not to say anything and she just stood there smiling. "Ever been to Atlantis?" asked Prax conversationally as he slipped the straps of the swimsuit over the girl's shoulders, so he could peel it down and get at her lovely breasts. "There really is an Atlantis?" asked Dolphin Woman excitedly, forgetting for a moment that she was supposed to be a hologram. ""Of course," replied Prax taking a hard nipple in each hand and tweaking them gently. "In the middle of the Pacific roughly, but it is a big ocean, so I might have to take you there myself, or the real Dolphin Woman since I'm sure a hologram wouldn't be interested." "No, um of course not," agreed Ellen and then she gave a soft moan of pleasure as the imp continued to play with her sensitive nipples. After a while, Prax slid the swim suit further down and off the now very turned on heroine and cupped her pussy with his hand "It seems only fitting that an aquatic heroine like you should be so wet," he said with a smile as he took his hand away and rubbed his cock over her pussy lips teasingly. "It certainly is," replied Ellen with a smile as she pulled the imp down on top of her and took his cock inside her. "I didn't think ravens were nocturnal birds," said Bob as he drew Night Raven's naked body to him and cupped her soft, round ass while his cock pressed into her stomach. "I didn't know imps had names like Bob," replied Night Raven looking up into his black eyes. "What's next, a demon called Jane?" "Ah, I see the estimable Professor Werder programmed witty banter into his holograms," smirked Bob. "It makes you much more of an interesting fuck." "It's part of the new upgrade package," murmured Night Raven who tried to distract the imp by leaning down to lick the head of his cock. "mmm, I can still taste Power Lass on you," and before Bob could say anything more, the short haired blonde opened her mouth to take the cock between her lips. "Now, now, don't do too good a job sucking my cock," warned Bob. "I am sure you want me to come in your pussy." "You read my mind," said Night Raven removing her mouth from the imp's cock. "Assuming I had a mind which I don't since I am just a hologram. Still, let's put this big boy where it belongs," and with a sigh of pleasure, Night Raven impaled herself on the cock. "You know, I never thought about Ravens not being nocturnal," said Hexanna when she arrived to clean up Bob's cum from Night Raven's pussy with her tongue. "Mmm, who gives a fuck?" replied Night Raven in a very satisfied tone of voice. Prax made a show of sniffing the air as he approached the mattress where Got Gal and Got Chic stood waiting for him. Not ones to waste an opportunity, the two had already been making out with each other long before the imp got to them. "Er, is there something wrong?" asked Got Gal. "Oh no, not really," replied Prax. "I just thought I smelled lizard for a moment. I must have been mistaken." "Yeah, no lizards around here," said Got Chic quickly as she exchanged looks with Got Gal. "Just a pair of hotties for you to fuck and she took Prax's member in her hand and stroked it gently. "I am sure you are right," agreed Prax, "so which of you wants to go first?" "Me!" said the Got Gals in unison as their Got Emeralds flashed and made it clear what their goddess wanted them to do. "My aren't you the shy hologram," said Bob as he looked Shield over where her naked body was half hidden behind the shield she held out protectively in front of her. Shield blushed and then blushed some more when she dropped her precious shield beside her mattress to let the imp see her naked body better. Damn, she felt like some cheap whore in an alley waiting for her johns, but there was no getting out of this. She had agreed to this stupid plan and surprisingly it seemed to be working. It was just that she had seen the hammering Bob had given Power Lass and wasn't sure she was up to that level of use. "A pretense of shyness, is one of the new upgrades," said another female voice and Bob looked around to see the Latino heroine Wolf Woman standing there. "It excites some of the perverts," continued Wolf Woman. "That doesn't appear to be part of your programming," noted Bob as he ran his eyes over the naked form of the brown skinned woman. "I never saw the point in being shy," purred Wolf Woman as she lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and began to tongue the hard nipple. "Well the, one shy hologram and one slutty hologram seems to average out," said Bob as he put an arm around each of the heroines. "I think the three of us can have a lot of fun together." "You better believe it sweetie," said Wolf Woman as she drew Bob's face down into her large breasts, almost smothering him. "Thanks for the help Louisa," said Shield some time later as they both lay on their backs on the mattress side by side with cum dripping from their pussies and Hexanna leaning down to get to her job. "I was starting to get cold feet." "No problem Carla," said Wolf Woman as she drew the red haired heroine in for a kiss while she enjoyed the sensations running through her body at Hexanna's expert tonguing. * * * It was never clear to any of the heroines about what happened next. What had been a nice, sedate little orgy got totally out of control. It might have been the pheromones running wild, but not being satisfied with the two imps or however many duplicates they made of themselves, the heroines fell into a frenzy as they made out with each other and the holograms scattered among them. Some blame could possibly be laid at Night Raven's feet when after she had her session with Prax and was still wanting more threw her panties in the bleachers and invited all the mutoids to "come on down and be the next contestant on this pussy needs filling." After watching the sex unfolding in front of them for a couple of hours already and unable to do anything but jerk off to it, the bleachers emptied quickly. Still, it was hard to hold Night Raven totally at fault as the rest of the lust crazed heroines were cheering her on. Thankfully, Ms. Americana and Hexanna had each managed to collect their thirteen samples before the mass of mutoids swarmed over them. It was only several hours later when Ms. Americana crawled out from under a pile of mutoids, clutching her precious container of imp spunk, that she noticed Bob was missing. Prax was sound asleep in a corner, for once in his long life having gotten his fill of sex, but there was no sign of his brother. * * * Bob stalked down the underground tunnels heading for the reset device. He had enjoyed toying with the heroines and making them degrade themselves for him, but his true ultimate goal had always been the device buried in these tunnels. Once he had it in his possession, he would have no need to continue the farce with the banishment attempt, though that could serve as a good fall back position if events managed to somehow contrive to keep the reset device out of his grasp. * * * Guardian floated uneasily around the chamber containing the reset device. The composite being was far from all powerful and it knew very little of what was happening in the wider world, but ripples of unease were crashing against it like waves on a beach. Something was happening. Someone was coming. The device was in danger and by extension, the entire world could be in danger. Guardian had formed itself to protect against just such an assault and now it moved, passing through the chamber door as if it were air and not metal into the corridor beyond. It didn't have eyes as such, but it saw the imp moving towards it. Unlike most humans, Guardian saw the imp's true form, a red skinned humanoid shape with fangs, talons and a long stinger like tail. The creature drew to a halt in front of Guardian and the glowing creature searched its collective memory for the proper words. It remembered something from a book one of its constituent selves had loved. "Thou shalt not pass," said Guardian firmly. "The noble defender of all that is good and true," sneered Bob. "Well, I have spent millennia collecting knowledge of the dark arts and spells in the service of others for the most part and this is my chance to take power in my own right. You think yourself powerful? You are a bug I will squash beneath my feet." The imp ended his speech by bringing his hands together in front of him clenched into a single fist and from that fist, a bolt of black light shot out to strike Guardian. Guardian resisted that beam of dark energy for several seconds, but was driven back as its defences failed. There was a bright flash of light and then Guardian exploded. When the light faded, the floor of the corridor was littered with softly moaning bodies. One of these, a old woman struggled to her knees glaring with blind eyes at the imp. "You fool, you have no idea of the power you are playing with. In your mad lust for power, you could unravel this entire reality." As she spoke, another of the beings that had made up Guardian stumbled forward and helped lift the old woman to her feet and stood protectively over her. This creature might have been human at some point, but now it was a shambling mass of slime, though its current appearance suggested it was as weakened as the woman it sought to protect and the lost heroines who lay moaning on the floor. "Just because you were too cowardly to seize the power of the device does not mean everyone is, you old fool," sneered Bob. "And the song says ‘You don't always get what you want'," said a male voice behind Bob and the imp whirled around just in time to receive Captain Glory's shield driven into his face with all the force the Adonis powered hero could deliver. Bob staggered back a step and then righted himself, preparing a spell that would melt the flesh from the bones of the fool. "No killing the chef," said a rough voice behind Bob who once more turned only to receive a powerful right hand from Kellog that sent him staggering backwards. Captain Glory leapt forward trying to land another shield smash, but the imp managed to duck and then gripped the hero's arm and sent him smashing into a wall where he collapsed, momentarily stunned. Before Kellog could react, the imp stabbed the mutoid in the chest with his stinger. The imp had learned his magic didn't work on the mutoids in a previous attempt to reach the reset device, but his physical stinger and the venoms it could inject were another matter. Kellog stood there looking unharmed for a moment and then his body began to dissolve and run. "Sorry dear, it looks like I won't be able to go hear the music in Sanctuary with you tonight." Said the mutoid to the blonde woman who stared in horror as Kellog continued to melt until all that was left was a green slimy puddle on the floor. "Mein Gott, what have you done you fucking bastard!" screamed Elsa as she spun on the imp and fell to her knees sobbing beside the puddle. "You mourn for that monster?" sneered Bob. "It only shows you are not worthy of serving me after all." "I never wanted to," cried Elsa as tears continued to stream down her face. "It was all just part of that dumb bitch Ms. Americana's plan to lure you to that farce, so they could collect the sperm samples needed to banish you. I should never have gone along with it. She is so fucking arrogant, so certain her plans are foolproof. Well once again they fucking weren't but it isn't her that paid the price for her mistake. He kept calling me his girlfriend and I kept laughing at him and pretending all I wanted from him was his huge cock and sex. I couldn't admit to myself, that I, Elsa, the once proud handmaid of the Fourth Reich, could possibly be in love with an obscene monster like him, but I was and now he is gone before I could tell him that." "You are a pathetic, sniveling fool," declared Bob dismissively. "Now there is no one left to get in my way and prevent me from taking what is rightfully mine." "There is me," said a quiet new voice and Void stepped around the corner, clad entirely in black, to position herself in front of Grandma, the Bog Thing and the lost heroines who were just now making it back to their feet. "Ah, the blind girl who humiliated me the first time we met," sneered Bob. "Well, there are no damping spells down here in the tunnels to protect you from my magic. Once again, the imp brought his hands together in front of him and sent another blast of dark power at the blind girl who defied him. Void might be blind, but her power was based in the ultimate in darkness and it sensed the blackness coming towards her and reacted in time to raise a shield against it. Void staggered back a step and then held firm as the imps dark magic clawed at her defences seeking a way through them. Sweat beaded on the girl's forehead as the strain to withstand the attack continued to grow. "I don't think Emily can stop it alone," cried Elsa looking to Grandma. "We are too drained of energy to reform Guardian," gasped Grandma. "We need some kind of fresh energy, a catalyst as it were." "Then take my energy," cried Elsa. "I have no further reason to live." The blonde reached out her hand to grasp Grandma's and instantly the old woman stood taller, her other hand reaching out to grasp the slime covered hand of the Bog Thing. One by one, Liberty Babe, Power Venus and the other lost heroines joined the chain of hands and Guardian began to reform. A beam of white light shot out of the reformed collective and Bob was forced to divert some of his energy to block it. "Ms. Americana said to send him back to her if he showed up," grated Emily through clenched teeth. Using nearly the last of her strength, Void formed a transport circle just behind the imp. "You stupid little slut," jeered Bob. "Fool me once with that little trick of yours, but never again. Once I take that reset device, I will take great pleasure in reanimating your dead carcass and violating you in every way I can imagine." A low growl filled the air and Fellah, the ugly little dog that followed Emily wherever she went, began to transform into a massive, hairy shape. The Hell Dog known as Charcoal surged towards the imp and caught him a blow that sent the creature backwards, arms flailing into the transport disk. * * * With a wailing cry, Bob reappeared high above the floor of the large room in which the orgy with the heroines had happened and landed with a thud a few seconds later as gravity exerted itself. When the imp looked up, he saw 28 pissed off heroines surrounding him and his brother Prax bound with mystical bonds. "So, the mice have decided to confront the cat have they?" he taunted them as he got somewhat unsteadily to his feet to glare at them. "The mice are ending this now," said Ms. Americana stepping forward holding a glass in her hand. It was filled with a clear, light blue liquid and that had been a surprise. When the cum samples and the other ingredients had been first put in the glass, it had looked absolutely vile. Then at the stroke of midnight, they had used the rod to mix it and with a "ting" it had turned this pure, gorgeous blue. "Your silly banishment potion?" he sneered. "Do you seriously expect me to drink that?" "I think you are too weak at the moment to fight all of us," countered Ms. Americana. "Either you drink it willingly or we beat the ever loving shit out of you and pour it down your throat. Personally, I hope you go for the second option." Bob looked around at the angry faces of the heroines and knew the bitch was right. Maybe at his peak, he could have taken them all, but the fight with Guardian and Void had drained much of his strength and he needed time to recover. On the other hand, there was still the backup plan that his fool of a brother had put In place. The stupid whores didn't realize that if he drank the potion, instead of banishing him, the potion would enslave those who participated in its making to him for all eternity. With them under his control, he would easily best Guardian and the blind stripling and take the device. "Very well, I see no alternative, but to do as you command," he said with a smile and reached for the glass. "What about you?" Hexanna asked Prax who was watching his brother intently. "I think I shall do the same as my brother," he said simply. When Hexanna released her magical bonds, he reached for the glass she held. Bob drained the glass in one gulp and smirked at the heroines. "I am now your lord and master," he said. "Get on your knees and worship me like a god." The smirk vanished when none of the heroines moved. "Not the result you were expecting is it?" asked Got gal. "Zarcon was so impressed with our um abilities that he told us about your little scam. A crystal rod would have made us your slaves for all eternity, but if we used a silver rod, it would banish you from our reality. Luckily, he had such a tree in his garden and we used the silver rod to mix the potion." "I think you call that checkmate," said Prax who took the glass from Hexanna and with a wink drained it. "With the power of the potion and the power of this spell," chanted Hexanna, "I banish thee from our world for a period of no less than one hundred years unless the light of three full moons in one month bathes the city." There was a flash of light from where both Bob and Prax stood and when it faded, the imps were gone. "Party time!" yelled Amazing Babe and threw her top in the air to the cheers of the mutoids who were just regaining their feet and energy after the mass orgy. * * * The next day when Professor Werder went to his lab and to his personal heroine hologram room for a stress reducing session, he found the apparatus was gone and only a simple paper note was left in it's place. "Perhaps these things will keep me entertained for a hundred years. Perhaps I will get bored and find a way back before then. Prax." * * * Guardian was once again alone in the chamber with the reset device. The being was worried. Somehow the fight with the imp had triggered the reset device. Changes had been made to this reality and Guardian wasn't yet sure what those changes were. It sensed new heroes and new villains had entered the game. Who or what they were would only be revealed with the passage of time. Guardian gave a very human sounding sigh and settled down to wait. ** * As dawn broke in Delta City, a manhole cover on a deserted street was pushed aside and a blonde haired figure emerged. She shook a fist at the towering bulk of Wade Tower and promised revenge. The End