The Perverter: Target #2 Azure Angel 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. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong) Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Shield (Carla Rogers), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan(), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan) and Lady Midnight (Angela Greer) are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. All other characters are my own creation and you are free to use them in your own stories, but please try and keep their character in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com "I don't think the old heroines take us seriously," said Yumi Wong aka Azure Angel as she walked with her roommate across the campus of Delta City University on a lovely spring morning. "Um, I don't think it would be a good idea to tell Ms. Americana or Green Spectre that they are old," noted Jessica Lockhart, also known as the busty, blonde heroine Amazing Babe. "How about Older?" asked Yumi. Jessica shook her head. "You might get away with more experienced as long as you don't snicker." Yumi sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well whatever you want to call them, we get treated like second class heroines by them. They treat us like sidekicks without any of the advantages." "Not many advantages if you listen to Flag Girl gripe," observed Jessica. "You mean the same Flag Girl who nagged her guardian into spending two grand on the latest and hottest video card, so she could kick my ass in head to head video games?" asked Yumi. "Thanks to her, I spent three hours the other night playing a zombie in that damn game." "Spectre Girl tried to warn you what she was up to," replied Jessica. "You did get off lightly. I mean it was only your screen avatar that got banged by all those zombies and not really you." "I suppose, "conceded Yumi. "I hate it when I get railed by zombies in real life. I mean they keep losing arms and legs and stuff all the time." "Yeah," agreed Jessica. "The last time a zombie fucked me, his dick came off inside my ass and I had to go to ER so they could use pliers to pull it out. It was so embarrassing." The two young heroines were so deep in their conversation that they never noticed the middle aged white guy with a moustache and goatee until he was right in front of them, yelling in Yumi's face. "It is all your people's fault!" he screamed, a drop of spittle hitting Yumi on the cheek. "You should go back to where you came from!" "12th St. ?" asked a confused Yumi who was trying to figure out exactly what she had done. ""My folks still own that house, but I live on campus in one of the dorms right now." "Don't mock me girl," snapped the man. "You know what I am talking about. It is your kind that caused all the deaths. This is America, we don't want your kind here, so go back to China." Abruptly the man turned and walked away. "Who the hell was that?" Yumi asked, turning to Jessica. "That was Professor Gregory, my Psychology prof," replied a shocked Jessica who was starting to get angry and yelled after Gregory's retreating form as loud as she could "It's not my fault you couldn't get your three inch dick up Professor Gregory!" Several students and faculty on the crowded walkways stopped to gape at Jessica and the retreating bulk of Gregory. "Jeez, if he can't get it up for her," said one freshman as he looked at Jessica's curvy body with a low cut top displaying enough cleavage to hide the entire Von Trap family from the Nazis, "he must be a fucking zombie." The anonymous student was even more confused when as Jessica walked past him, he heard her mutter, "Nah, even zombies get it up for me." * * * Across town in stately Wade Manor … "What do you mean you don't remember what happened to you last night?" demanded an incredulous Brenda Wade as she looked across the breakfast table at her ward. "When I got home, I found you in the media room, passed out, naked and cum splattered all over you!" "I said I don't remember," snapped Lydia. "I remember there was someone at the door just after you left without me and things get fuzzy after that." "I found a beer bottle next to you on the rug," pointed out Brenda. "Maybe you don't remember what happened because you were drinking and that was against my orders." "It was one lousy beer," Lydia half shouted, "and I am sick to death of your orders. I am sick to death of doing everything you tell me to. What has it got me? I got my fucking cherry taken by the Geek." "You can't hold me responsible for that!" replied Brenda heatedly. "When you found out I was Ms. Americana by snooping around in places where I told you not to go, you begged me to make you my sidekick." "Jeez, you sure don't know much about teenagers if you think telling them not to go someplace is going to keep them from going there the first chance they get" replied Flag Girl. "Yeah, I wanted to be your sidekick, but you never told me about all the things that could happen. Fuck, we get raped just about once a week" "I, I always do my best to keep my sidekicks safe," wailed Brenda. "Sidekicks? Plural?" asked Lydia. "I never knew you had a sidekick before me." A panicked, haunted look came suddenly into Brenda's baby blue eyes. "No, there was no one before you," replied Brenda. "It was just a slip of the tongue. You can check all the newspapers, you are my first and only sidekick." Even as she said it, however, Brenda herself wondered if that was indeed true. Why were her dreams sometimes haunted by a young, brown haired girl in a red, white and blue costume so obviously patterned after her own? Lydia stared at her guardian for a few moments, unsure whether to believe her or not and then decided to change her line of attack. "You keep going on about how you found me, but I seem to recall you coming home naked and with just as much cum on you and dribbling out of your pussy." "I ran into some trouble obviously," snapped Brenda. "I didn't go out intending to have a gang bang with some bikers." "Well, I didn't intend for whatever happened to me either," replied Lydia. She got up abruptly, "I got a class in an hour, so I have to go get ready." Brenda watched her ward run up the stairs, unable to not notice her ward's sexy ass as it jiggled. That wasn't right, she knew. The young blonde was her ward, so she shouldn't even entertain the thought that had flashed through her mind just now, an image of Lydia naked on her back with her legs spread in invitation. Goddess knows that various villains had forced them into sex during their adventures, but that image had just come to her unbidden. Brenda whimpered and headed for her bedroom. She still had that huge green dildo in her lingerie drawer that was supposed to be an exact copy of the Aberration's cock. She wasn't sure that was true, but it was close enough for what she needed right now. * * * Carol Papillion looked up from her receptionist / secretary desk when the outer office door opened and saw a man with dark hair and a pleasant if not remarkable face step inside. "Can I help you?" she asked in a professional voice. This was Carol's first day working for VEST and she didn't even know what the letters stood for if anything. Her job in Latveria had not worked out and she felt incredibly lucky to have landed this job. Of course Latveria had started out well too, she reflected. Despite his mask and that imperious manner of his, the Doctor had been a good employer and paid very generously. It was just her luck he turned out to be a kidnapper and the woman's husband, brother and family friend had come looking for her. When the dust had settled, the castle had been in ruins, the doctor missing and people starting to ask her questions about just what she had known about the whole affair. She had not wasted any time in jumping on the next plane home with no idea of what she would do when she got here, but she had seen the ad for this job and Mr. Simon had said she was exactly what he needed for this job. "My name is Prax," said the man with a warm smile. "I have an appointment with Mr. Simon at eleven." "Oh yes Mr. Prax, Mr. Simon is expecting you," said Carol using her best smile. "He is on a Zoom call at the moment and asked me to convey his apologies as it appears to be running over slightly. If you will have a seat, he should be done shortly. Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?" Prax sat down in one of the very comfortable waiting room chairs and took a good look at the woman. She had blonde hair that was very enticing in combination with her Asian features and she reminded him strongly of a porn star he had once seen. Well, he found waiting so very boring,, so perhaps a little diversion was called for. "I think you should show me your boobs, crawl over here and give me a nice blowjob." For a few seconds, the request didn't register on Carol, then it did and her face contorted with anger for a second and then she smiled, undid her blouse to expose her breasts and got down on her hands and knees and crawled across the plush rug to where the man was sitting. She was smiling broadly when her hands undid his belt, opened the button, slid down the zipper and reached inside to pull out the semi hard cock. Carol licked her lips and stuffed the man's cock in her mouth with a sigh of contentment. "Mmmm, you are a horny little slut aren't you?" asked Prax and he almost felt a little guilty over what he had the woman doing. Human minds were so easy to manipulate for him, all he had to do was pitch his voice just so and they couldn't resist his suggestions. It was harder to do this with Aphrodite powered women, but once he got them going, they were the wildest in bed. Now and then there was some woman who had a rare gene mutation that made her immune to his powers of suggestion, but those were exceedingly rare. Clearly this woman was not one of those rare cases from the way she was going to town on his cock with her mouth. Thanks to her hands on experience at Erotica Video, Carol had no difficulty taking the entire length of Prax's large cock down her throat. She held it there with her lips locked tight around the shaft and her tongue slithering all over it while she felt his hand's stroking her hair. The man guided her mouth back and forth on his cock in long, steady strokes until with a small cry he began to pour a load of his hot cum down her throat into her stomach. "Thank-you, I needed that," said Prax as he slipped his cock from Carol's gasping mouth, rubbed it over her face to help clean it and then tucked it back into his pants. After a few seconds, Carol got up, buttoned up her blouse and went back to her desk as if nothing had happened. A moment later, the intercom buzzed and Mr. Simon told her to send Mr. Prax in to his office. Prax stood up, smiled at Carol to show he had heard the message and walked through the inner office door into Simon's office. "Welcome to VEST Mr. Prax," said Leroy Simon as he stood up from behind his large desk and held out his hand as his visitor crossed the office towards him. "Thank-you,," replied Prax as he shook the offered hand and then sat in the indicated guest chair in front of the desk. "Your speciality services have come highly recommended." "We here at VEST do our best to please," smiled Simon. Unlike Carol, he knew exactly what the letters stood for. Villains Employment Services and Training, was the premier supplier of henchmen, goons, thugs and sidekicks to the villains of Delta City. "So, what can VEST do for you today Mr. Prax?" inquired Simon. "I need some Ninjas," replied Prax. "About a dozen, a mixture of male and female." "Real Ninjas or Pseudo Ninjas?" asked Simon. Prax frowned. "I am afraid I don't understand your question. I just thought all Ninjas were the same." "Oh no," replied Simon. "Pseudo Ninjas are well sort of the Hollywood stereotype you might say. They dress in black, silk robes, come with bags of throwing stars, caltrops, poison darts, the whole nine yards. Most are Asian of one nationality or another, but they are all self taught. They watch Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan movies while eating pizza. Real Ninja are rarer and much more expensive. They mostly come from Iga and Koga prefects in Japan or some totally rural places in China. Their fathers were Ninja, their grand parents were Ninjas, it is a family business going back hundreds of years." "I think I will just need the run of the mill Pseudo Ninjas for what I am planning," replied Prax as he took out a credit card. "Can you arrange for delivery by supper?" * * * Yumi sat alone in her dorm room that night. Amazing Babe had gone out with Shield to patrol the campus, but Yumi hadn't been in the mood. She had been too surprised at the man's words that morning to take offence, but as the day wore on, it had preyed on her mind. She should have spit in his face or slapped him, or at least done something besides just standing their gaping. That encounter along with how she felt she had been treated by the senior heroines had made her so not in the mood to go patrolling. She had dutifully tried to study, but now found herself on her Facebook page. Her mind wasn't on this either and she was about to shut her laptop down when she saw the ad. Yumi blinked, thinking she had misread it, but no she hadn't. It was just two words: "Ninjas Wanted". It had to be a joke right? Still, her curiosity could not be denied and she clicked on the link. The screen displayed a small ad that her eyes skimmed quickly over. ‘Ninjas needed for secret and dangerous missions. Must provide own weapons and costume. Competitive salary with full medical including dental (crowns, root canals and braces require prior approval by HR and paid at 50%). Candidates selected via competitive exam. References required. Apply at deserted Alpha Delta fraternity house at Midnight on …." Yumi read the date and gasped. That was today and only an hour away. It was like the ad was meant only for her to see. This was her chance to prove her ability and worth without those old heroines criticizing every move she made. Excitedly, Yumi got up, changed into her Azure Angel costume and slipped out the dorm window. * * * * Hina Suzuki looked around the large basement that had been converted to a gym and dojo and it made her feel like she was at a reunion. The twins, Robert and Roger Ito were sparring with each other using their short swords and discussing the movie they had seen last night. Yui Sato was showing Craig Watanabe some new throws she had learned on the mats and Hina had to wince as he landed hard on his back. That was going to leave a bruise, but Craig got up laughing. Over in a corner, Thomas O'Brien was predictably standing in front of a full length mirror admiring himself as he practiced what he probably imagined were unstoppable moves. Well, there was no rule against being white and a Ninja and despite his ego, O'Brien was an excellent dungeon master and that meant a hell of a lot when you were stuck in some villain's hideout for weeks or months with little to do except guard duty. They and the others had all worked together on numerous gigs. Hina had served two hitches with Dragon Queen where she had met the Ito brothers, and she had met Yui and the rest working as hench persons for numerous other villains in Delta City and beyond. Like hair styles and skirt lengths, the type of hench person most sought after often changed. Every time there was a big Hollywood movie with a martial arts theme, the super villains fell all over themselves to hire Ninjas in order to look cool and trendy. This job, however was a bit of a departure from the normal. Their new boss had given them a briefing after they had been hired through VEST. In essence, they had been hired as window dressing for a trap he was setting for one of the Delta City heroines. That didn't bother Hina much since they were well paid window dressing and she got to reconnect with many of her old friends, swap stories and probably get in a good game of Dungeons & Dragons. Like herself, Hina didn't think most of the others thought much about the right or wrong of their actions. That was way above her paygrade as hired muscle. What Hina cared about was getting paid, so she was constantly checking the board at the Firepit which was the merc bar in Delta City, no one would ever advertise on Facebook for such a thing. Inevitably it seemed, the villain's plan would be foiled by the heroes, but often only the head villain got sent off to jail while hench people could slip away while the heroes patted themselves on the back. If a hench person did get busted, they never got sent to places like MaxHold, but just to the regular run of the mill prisons. If you were hired through VEST, bail arrangements were part of the contract and rarely did anyone bother to come after them if they failed to show up in court. Sometimes, a DA wanting to make a name for themselves like that bitch Angela Greer would go after everyone involved in a caper, not just the head honcho, but that was rare. Hina didn't know what Greer's problem was, it wasn't like she got raped along the way was it? Sometimes the sex part of a job bothered Hina a bit, but again that was often spelled out in their contract. Some of the boys enjoyed it maybe a bit more than they should as a professional, but it was also a perc of many jobs. It was hard to blame guys like Robert and Roger when they went after one of those skimpily clad sluts. Hina wasn't that much into other women though she and Yui sometimes got it on to pass the time, but Hina did have to admit that a little heroine pussy now and then was not a bad thing. It wasn't so much wrong as it was just part of doing business in a modern hero / villain environment she told herself. There was a sudden clattering of feet on the basement stairs and Hina looked up from her thoughts to see someone dressed in a bright blue costume descending. Slut heels and a mask, the certain signs of a Delta City heroine, thought Hina. This looked like the one they called Azure Angel and their target for the night. Hina felt her pulse quicken and a tingle run through her pussy as she took in the sight of the busty, teen hero. Maybe she liked playing with the dumb bitches a bit more than she had wanted to admit. * * * The front door of the old fraternity house had been unlocked and the main floor dark and quiet, but someone had helpfully posted a sign on the wall pointing to the basement stairs that read "Ninja Auditions". As Azure Angel reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw about a dozen black clad figures working out with various weapons in ones and twos with a dark haired man sitting behind a battered metal desk near the bottom of the stairs. He looked up when he heard her and frowned. "Yes, can I help you?" he asked. "Er, I am here because of the ad you placed for Ninjas," replied Azure Angel as she moved to stand in front of the desk. "In that costume?" sneered Prax as he ran his eyes over the Asian Avenger from the top of her head to her feet. " "What's wrong with how I am dressed?" demanded Angel hotly, clenching her hands into fists at her sides. Prax gestured at the black clad Ninjas working out behind him. "Those are Ninja," he replied with a sneer. "You look like you are going to some comics convention. I need Ninjas, not children who are into cos play." "I am not a child!" cried Yumi as she leaned her arms on the desk, glaring into the man's eyes. This gave him a very good look down the front of her top and Prax deliberately kept his gaze locked there and licked his lips. "Well I can see enough to tell you aren't a child at least," Prax finally said and smiled when Azure Angel realized the view she was giving him as she blushed and stood up straighter. "Big tits, however, don't make you a Ninja. In fact, having jugs that big tends to be a handicap and not an advantage You certainly are not going to sneak up on anyone wearing a costume like that." "I am a highly trained and competent Ninja," insisted Yumi as she crossed her arms under her large breasts which only made things worse as she pushed them up enough to make a bit of a nipple peek out of her skimpy top. "Very well," said Prax in his most put upon voice. "I have an obstacle course set up to test applicants agility and speed. I will let you show me what you can do." He led Angel over to a section of the basement and pointed out the obstacle course, with each step numbered. Yumi studied the obstacle course and smirked, this would be a piece of cake for her. She had to vault over a saw horse high enough to grab a circular metal ring hung from the ceiling, swing hand over hand using several more rings to get across a swimming pool, drop to the ground and use a rope to climb over a ten foot wall and finally wriggle through a long plastic tube to reach the end. "Piece of cake," she declared. "Get your stopwatch ready because I am going to set a new record." Prax made a show of looking skeptical as he took out his stopwatch. "If you insist," he said. "On the count of three. One, two three, go!" Yumi took off like a shot, planted her hands on the vaulting horse and felt it shift under her and send her sprawling on her ass on the floor. She heard titters from the other Ninjas who had gathered to watch and a sigh from Prax as he clicked the stopwatch off. "Yes, a new record for the worst time," he replied dryly. "It wasn't my fault," protested Azure Angel. "There is something wrong with the vaulting horse, I felt it shift under me." Doing her part for this farce, Hina straightened up the toppled vaulting horse and unseen tightened the wing nut that had been loosened to make it shift under Angel. "It seems perfectly stable to me," she announced. "No way," cried Angel as she pressed her weight onto the vaulting horse and found it was indeed totally stable. "I was just nervous I guess, she said doubtfully. "Let me try it again." "Be my guest," replied Prax stifling a yawn. It took all his self control not to smirk as one of Angel's boobs had totally popped out of her top and the girl still hadn't noticed it. "She is too top heavy to ever be a good Ninja," smirked Hui on cue and now Yumi looked down, saw her expose tit, blushed red and tucked it back into her top. Yumi tried to ignore the laughter from the watching Ninjas as she moved back to the starting point and glowered at Prax until with a sigh, he reset his stopwatch. "One, two, three, go!" he said again and restarted the watch. This time, Yumi made a perfect vault and caught the first ring easily. She started to swing forward, grasping the next ring which took her over the swimming pool. She reached for the next ring and her fingers slipped and she plummeted downwards. She had only a fraction of a second to realize the swimming pool wasn't filled with water, but some kind of white, slimy looking liquid before she hit the surface. Yumi hit the bottom of the pool and popped back up to the surface coughing out the white slime which covered her from head to toe. There was a ladder leading out of the tank and Yumi took a couple of strokes to reach it and climbed out dripping liquid. There was something familiar about the smell and texture of the stuff clinging to her, but she was having problems identifying it in her embarrassment. "Elephant cum," supplied Prax with a smirk. "What? How?" cried Yumi trying to wring the goop out of her long black hair. "Elephant cum," repeated Prax. "It is amazing what you can purchase on the dark web. I find it provides a better incentive than water. Now if you are done wasting my time, I have some other serious candidates to consider." "That wasn't my fault either!" declared Yumi. "That ring was greased to make me fall." "Seems fine to me," said Hina who had vaulted up to the rings and easily swung across them without incident which hadn't been hard as one of the others had pressed a button while Yumi was in the swimming pool to swap the greased ring for a good one. "I don't understand," said a visibly shaken Azure Angel. "Please give me one more chance." "This is a total waste of my precious time," growled Prax who could feel himself getting hard as he looked at the cum soaked heroine. Her skimpy top was almost transparent now and he could clearly see her large, round tits. He judged they were only D cups, but they looked fucking huge on her slight frame. Please," Yumi begged and when Prax finally gave a reluctant nod, the teen hero squished back to the starting point to try again. "Three, two, one, go," said Prax and clicked the watch for the third time. Yumi once again made the vault perfectly, grabbed one of the rings and despite her hands being a bit slippery still from the cum, she made it over the swimming pool and dropped down lightly, if a bit wetly, beyond it and then quickly climbed the wall and was over it. Her confidence returning, Yumi crawled into the large plastic tube and began to make her way to the other end, some twelve feet away. She had just got her head out the far end when she was brought to a grinding halt, finding herself stuck. "It's her boobs," snickered Hina as they all gathered around and stared down at the flustered heroine who only had her head protruding from the tube, with her arms trapped against her sides. Prax studied the wildly thrashing girl with a look of scorn on his face. Of course, the silly whore was too stupid to realize the diameter of the tube had been gradually shrinking from one end to the other, precisely to achieve this end. It had taken some very careful calculations to make sure the lubrication from the cum bath wouldn't be sufficient to let her escape. "You seem to be a total failure as a Ninja," observed Prax. "I, I don't know what happened," wailed Yumi as she continued to wiggle in an attempt to get free. Can't you give me one more chance?" "I don't see the point," replied Prax dismissively and he started to walk away then stopped and appeared to be thinking. "Perhaps there is another traditional Ninja function you might be better suited for …" his voice trailed off. "Yes, yes, anything,!" cried a desperate Yumi. "No, it wouldn't work," said Prax after some more apparent reflection. "I can do it, I know I can, whatever it is!" yelled Yumi as Prax had started to walk away again. "Well," said Prax stopping and looking back at Yumi with obvious reluctance. "Traditionally, Ninjas have not been restricted to physical acts of stealth and weapons. Sometimes they were called on to use their bodies to seduce an enemy." "S, seduce?" stammered Yumi. "Yes," agreed Prax, "but obviously that would be beneath you. Thank you though for trying out. Perhaps with a decade or so of practice, I might be able to use you in the future." "No, wait,!" cried Angel. "Give me a chance to prove myself in the intimate arts, I er have had plenty of experience there." "I rather doubt that," replied Prax. "You look too young to have much experience. I would do better hiring Mary Poppins as a seductress." "No, I really have lots of experience in that area," cried Azure Angel. She wasn't lying exactly, though she wasn't going to admit that almost all of her experience had come from being raped by various villains and their pets rather than as a practiced seductress. "I think, I am going to have to see some proof of your abilities in that area," said Prax finally after several long moments of consideration. "Yes, whatever you want," pleaded a desperate Yumi. Prax gestured Craig forward. "Very well then, in this scenario you need to obtain critical information from this man using your mouth." As Yumi gaped at him, Craig pulled down his black pants to display a raging hardon. Kneeling, he presented his cock to Yumis mouth and waited expectantly. Yumi took a few brief seconds to ponder the wisdom of her boasts and then not wanting to back down and lose this opportunity to redeem herself as a true Ninja, opened her mouth and wrapped her soft lips around the head of the male Ninja's cock. "That's a good start," noted Prax. "The man whose cock you are sucking is on guard duty and will be missed if he does not report in within another three minutes. You must make him cum in that time." Yumi nodded her head in understanding and began to push her mouth up and down on Craig's cock with increased speed, using her tongue to slide along the veiny underside. Craig did his best not to show how good it felt, but Azure Angel's experience in this area was considerable and unlike many of the situations she had found herself in, she was applying herself enthusiastically to the task. Lips wrapped tight around the shaft, she applied as much suction as she could to the cock until with a good minute to spare, she felt her mouth flood with warm goo that she quickly swallowed. "Not bad," admitted Prax, "but I still require more proof of your abilities. Get her out of that thing and bring her over to the desk," he ordered the other Ninjas as a smug Craig tucked his cock back into his pants. Along with the Ito twins, Hina managed to pry the plastic tubing away from Yumi and let the heroine crawl out. Yui stepped forward at a signal from Hina and they quickly stripped Yumi's costume off,leaving her boots and mask in place and led the naked Asian teen over to the battered metal desk. "Lean on the desk and spread your legs for me girl," said Prax who moved quickly behind Yumi and freed his large cock from his pants. Craig had only been average, but Prax's cock was enormous and he wasted no time in starting to insert it into Yumi's pussy. The heroine's own desire to proof herself a Ninja in some manner combined with his voice made Yumi's compliance with his directions a foregone conclusion at this point. Inch by inch, Prax slid his member into Yumi's very wet cunt as her Aphrodite gene was kicking into overdrive. Yumi gasped and squealed as the huge cock filled her up and spread her wide. Prax paused with his cock fully inserted in the Asian heroine to savour the feel of her tight pussy walls clinging to his cock and then he began to thrust in and out. Picking up the pace, there was soon the loud slap slap of his balls hitting the sweet, round ass of the Asian Avenger. "You might make a Ninja yet," Prax admitted as he continued to slam his cock in and out of Yumi while her large melons bounced wildly on her chest. "Oh goddess yes, fuck me, fuck me harder," moaned Yumi whose mind was virtually lost by this point to her Aphrodite genes and her lust. "With pleasure little one," laughed Prax and he began to hammer the heroine's pussy even harder until he could no longer hold back and began to pump a large load of his semen into the whore. He continued to cum for a full minute, his seed filling the girl's pussy to overflowing so that finally it began to force its way out around the edges of his cock and run down her thighs in an ever increasing flood. "She is all yours," said Prax to the other Ninjas as he pulled his cock from Yumi's grasping, hungry pussy. "Consider it a bonus." Yumi was way too far gone to protest when the Ito twins stepped forward to take their turn with her. Robert lay down on the desk and Yumi was lowered onto his cock which slid up her ass with only a few grunts from the heroine. Roger then stepped between the heroine's legs and not seeming to mind the sloppy seconds pushed his identical cock into her pussy. It was a maneuver that the pair of brothers had obviously done before as with perfect synchronicity they began to drive their cocks into Yumi. Their complete in synch fucking continued to the very end where they erupted at the same time and poured their loads into Azure Angel's trembling body. Oh the hell with worrying about whether I like other women or not, thought Hina as she couldn't take the building pressure inside her and she quickly stripped off her outfit and lowered her dripping pussy onto Yumi's mouth. As she felt the slut's tongue start to engage on her sex, she saw Yui produce a strapon dildo from somewhere and claim her turn between Angel's spread legs. * * * Yumi woke up several hours later with the feel of grass tickling her bare ass and the faces of Shield and Amazing Babe looking down at her. "What? What happened?" Azure Angel asked groggily. "That is what we were going to ask you," said Amazing Babe. "We just found you here when we were out on patrol." "Where exactly is here?" asked Angel as she tried to get up. "The college bowl," replied Shield. "Oh fucking great," muttered Azure Angel as she realized she was still naked and her costume was nowhere in sight. "How did I get here?" "Beats me," replied Amazing Babe. "I guess you must have decided to go out on patrol after all. You don't have any memory of what happened to you, other than the obvious?" she asked gesturing to Yumi's naked body and the cum glazing it. "I, I can't remember anything clearly," cried Yumi. "I think there was something about Ninjas, but it is all hazy." "I guess we had better get you home then," said Shield. "It is almost dawn and soon this place is going to be crawling with students." * * * Yumi sat in her dorm room at noon. She had showered and cleaned herself up, but had skipped her morning classes. She had only fleeting images and the shame of what had happened to her yet again last night. Maybe the old heroines were right after all and she was a total failure as a hero. Maybe that stupid bastard Gregory was right and she should just go back where she belonged. Ok, that wasn't China, but maybe a little TLC from her parents was what she needed. Yumi got off the bus at the 12th St. stop that she had used hundreds if not thousands of times with a backpack slung over one shoulder. A day or two at home with the folks and some home cooking would perk her spirits back up she was sure. Yumi reached her parents' house and stopped and stared at the lack of house. Where her parent's house should be, there was just an empty lot with weeds growing wild in it. An old white man came down the street walking a small puffball of a dog. As he reached Yumi, she held out a hand to get his attention. "Excuse me sir, do you live around here? Can you tell me what happened to the house that was here?" The man looked at Yumi and then at the empty lot where she was pointing. "Lived here all my life young lady. There hasn't been a house on that lot for twenty years. It burned down one night and no one ever rebuilt." "What about the people who lived in the house?" asked Yumi, certain he had to be wrong about the number of years. She had been home visiting her parents just a few … while not long ago she was sure. "The Goldssteins?" asked the man. "Nice Jewish couple. I never held with some of the things people said about Jews. Poor folks were found in the ruins, they never got out." "Did they have any kids?" asked Yumi as she stared wildly into his eyes. "No, just a cat," replied the man. "Now if you will excuse me miss, I have to take Killer for a walk, so I can get home in time to watch Jeopardy." Yumi sat on the curb in front of the empty lot with her head in her hands. Was she going crazy? The old man couldn't be right, but there was the evidence right in front of her that he was. Even now as she tried to recall the details about the house, she couldn't and worse no matter how hard she tried, she could not conjure up an image of her beloved parents. * * * If Guardian had eyes, it would have been staring at the glowing cube of the reset mechanism. As it was, the glowing ball of light that was Guardian just glowed a bit brighter. Reality had shifted again or tried to or shifted back, Guardian was uncertain. It had been studying the device for over a year now and still only understood a small fraction of its potential and dangers. It was sure it had blocked the external attempt to manipulate the cube, but what was it that it had just sensed? * * * Bob got up from his seat in the bar and headed for the door. He didn't bother paying for his bill, that was something only mortals did. A large bald headed bouncer stepped into his path and Bob just frowned and waived a hand at the man. There was a small flash of light and a small furry caterpillar occupied the space where the bouncer had stood. It wasn't there for long as Bob stepped on it on the way past. His fool of a brother was playing his usual stupid childish games of sexual conquest. Bob had bigger ambitions. He had suspected the existence of the reset device, but had lacked the ability to find it. In a perverse twist, his useless brother knew where it was and had reached out to it for no reason other than curiosity. Bob had followed that mental probe and now he knew where the device was. He intended to secure its power for himself and then the world would tremble. Tremble or die, it didn't really matter to Bob. * * * Yumi was still sitting there, trying to decide what to do when a battered car pulled up at the curb. It was driven by a young girl who appeared to be Chinese and an older Chinese woman was sitting in the passenger seat. The old woman rolled down her window and glanced at the vacant lot and then at Yumi. "This is for you," she said to the distraught girl and handed her a pizza. "I didn't order one," replied Yumi looking up blearily at the woman. "It for the person from that house," insisted the old woman as she gestured at the empty lot. Before Yumi could reply, the pizza was in her hands , the window was rolled up and the car pulling away. Yumi stared at the box in her hands and read the slip of paper attached to it with the address. The old woman was crazy, thought Yumi, the address on the piece of paper wasn't even this one, it was for some place near the university. * * * Yumi pushed open the unlocked door of the abandoned Alpha Delta Fraternity and suffered a major case of déjà vu. She was certain she had never been here before and she was also damn certain she had been. She couldn't explain why she had stopped at her dorm room to pick up a spare Azure Angel costume and then go to the address on the pizza box. There was no logical reason to do so, but she could no more have not done so than she could fly to the moon. Angel saw nothing but dust on furniture covers on the main floor, but the door to the basement was ajar. Heart pounding, she found the light switch and slowly crept down the stairs. At the bottom was a small, battered metal desk which once again sent waves of déjà vu through her brain. The main part of the basement, other than the furnace room, had been made over into a gym. In one corner was some kind of obstacle course. Angel peered in the large, round swimming pool and wrinkled her nose at the scummy, white liquid that filled it. There was no sign of anyone except a few fast food wrappers in a waste basket. There was little doubt in Azure Angel's mind that this was where she had been assaulted the previous night, even if she still had no clear memory of it. Suddenly the lights went out. Angel whirled around expecting some kind of an attack in the total blackness, but none came. Just as suddenly, the lights came back on and Yumi saw two figures standing near the bottom of the stairs. They were an odd pair in several ways. Both were oriental one male and one female. The woman who was no bigger than Yumi was dressed in jeans and a simple white shirt under a jean jacket. Her hair was done up in an elaborate braid and all in all, she looked fairly unremarkable except for the pair of swords strapped to her back, one hilt poking up over each shoulder. She looked Japanese to Yumi's untrained eye, but the man standing next to her who was not much larger than her looked Chinese. He was dressed in a pair of olive green khaki pants and a grey polo shirt with a small penguin on the shirt pocket. "Who are you?" demanded Yumi assuming a fighting pose. "I am Sara," said the woman with a slight bow of her head. "This is Li Wei. We are not your enemies and we have not come to fight you." "Then why are you here and why the bullshit with the lights?" demanded Azure Angel who didn't relax her stance. She had been tricked too many times before and was determined not to fall victim to subterfuge again. "We have come to train you," said Li Wei. "That is if you desire it." "What makes you think I need training?" replied Yumi. "I am already a Ninja." "No, you are not," corrected Li Wei. "Nor were those others you encountered here the other night. They, like you, are merely children playing at being Ninjas without knowing what the real thing is." "I suppose you are a real Ninja," sneered Yumi looking at the small ordinary looking man. Li Wei smiled and snapped his fingers. The lights once more went off and came back on a heartbeat later. Now the woman who had called herself Sara stood there by herself. A hand tapped Yumi on the shoulder. "yes I am," said Li Wei as he stood there smiling at her. Yumi found herself backing away from the man and threw another glance at Sara. "What about you? Are you another Ninja?" she asked skeptically. "No," replied the woman who reached into her jacket pocket and produced what appeared to be a silk scarf. She tossed this into the air and then in a blur drew both her swords and cut the scarf into four equal pieces before it hit the floor. She holstered her swords and bowed again. "I am Samurai. We will teach you in the ways of both the Ninja and the Samurai. Great danger is coming and you must be ready to face it." "What danger?" demanded Yumi. Sara shook her head. "Train first and show you are worthy. We will return here tomorrow night at the same time to commence your training if you so desire." The lights flickered again and when Yumi looked around, the basement was empty of life except for her. The End