The Perverter: Interlude 3-4 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), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candace Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Power Lass (Karen Clark), Professor Werder Bat Broad, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, Dragon Queen 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 [Author's Note: This was going to be just the start of Target #4, but it proved to be too long and so it got renamed into its own chapter.] * * * "Alright everyone, let's get this meeting started," said Ms. Americana as she banged a wood gavel lightly on the conference table. This had absolutely no effect on the numerous conversations going on between the other heroines around the table, so she banged it louder. One or two of the heroines glanced towards the Queen of Justice and then went on with whatever joke or anecdote they were telling. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" yelled a frustrated Ms. Americana and hit the table so hard with the gavel that the handle snapped. "Boy someone is cranky today," observed Green Spectre. "It's probably that time of the month," sniggered Jungle Babe. Ms. Americana rolled her eyes at this remark. "I would expect something like that comment from a male pig, but not from another woman," snapped Ms. Americana angrily. "Jeez, it was just a joke," replied Jungle Babe. "lighten up." "We might be facing a danger to the very fabric of reality itself and you want me to lighten up?" asked Ms. Americana as she continued to glare at Jungle Babe. "What are you talking about?" asked Omega Woman. "What danger to reality? You do know that the whole Thanos thing with the infinity stones was just a movie, right?" "I was going to explain the threat once I could actually get everyone to shut up and listen," replied Ms. Americana. "It is Night Raven who brought me the information, so I will let her tell you about it." Ms. Americana gestured towards the blonde heroine with the pixie haircut who cleared her throat nervously." "Er, I recently encountered a being, I don't think he was human," said Night Raven looking around the table at the other heroines. "My memories are pretty fuzzy, because I think he did something to my mind when he was done. I had my cell phone with me and I was recording during our meeting just in case I needed it as evidence in the future. Ms. Americana has already heard this, so she knows what it is all about and that is why she called the meeting." Night Raven pulled out her phone and after some hesitation, clicked on the play button. "I take it you are the one who has been sending me the clues," Heads around the table nodded as they recognized Night Raven's voice. "Of course," replied a male voice that none of them recognized. Night Raven paused the recording. "I found some newspaper clippings in my apartment that I don't remember getting. Like I said, this guy screwed with my memories, but he forgot to take care of the physical evidence, or maybe he planned to do it later. He didn't know I had recorded him and maybe figured he had lots of time." Heads around the table nodded and they all examined the copies of the clippings and the notes as Ms. Americana passed them around. Once they had time to do this, Night Raven restarted the recording. "Just who are you and why would you do such a sick thing?" "My name is Prax. You are as touchy as I remember and as beautiful." "what the hell are you talking about?". I have never laid eyes on you before." "No, you wouldn't remember. We made love once before, the last time I was in Delta City. You try and deny the needs of your body, but they cannot be gainsaid. You are like a wild animal in bed, an insatiable creature of lust. Why don't you remove that skimpy outfit and let me see you once again in all your glory" "I don't remember …," The other heroines could hear the uncertainty in Night Raven's voice and also the sound of cloth moving against skin. "We never …, never before," "But we did. You were not called Night Raven then or Lydia either." The listening heroines almost to a woman echoed the startled gasp of Night Raven they heard on the recording. "Yes, I know your secret name, but do not worry, I have no intention of telling anyone or making any use of that knowledge. I only told you, so you will better believe what I have to tell you." "My name is Lydia." This was followed by a very audible moan and Night Raven blushed as she sat there, unable to meet the eyes of the other heroines. "It is now, I suppose." "I don't understand.". Night Raven blushed deeper red as they all heard her whimper with pleasure at something being done to her. "There is a device below Delta City. I do not know the full history of it, nor do I care to learn it. The device has the ability to alter reality at least to some extent. Its function has to do with those that contain the Aphrodite gene. When one of you heroines is severely damaged, enslaved, unmasked and so forth, the device kicks in to rescue you." "That, that's crazy!" I have never been unmasked or sold into sex slavery, nor have any other members of the She Legion. We have always emerged victorious in our battle with the forces of evil… eventually." You have been and they have been s well. The device sees that you do not remember those incidents, except perhaps as vague memories and deja vu. What I am telling you is the truth," as "Sometimes, however, there is a glitch when a heroine is rescued. The device is old and for thousands of years received no maintenance. The demons who attempted to invade your world tried to make use of it, but they were thwarted. I don't know how that was done and once more I don't care." There were the unmistakable sounds of a belt being undone and a zipper pulled down, sounds all too familiar to the heroines. Night Raven couldn't get any redder as she kept her eyes downcast on the table's surface until the man's voice continued. "Commissioner Borden had a daughter named Barbara who was an Aphrodite and who fought crime with the rather unimaginative name of Bat Broad, though that was just the name the media hung on her. No one found out what she would have called herself because something happened to her on one of her first missions and she was retrieved by the device. There was one of those glitches, however, resulting in a slightly different and younger version being created. Instead of Barbara Borden and Bat Broad, the world now had Lydia Borden and Night Raven with no memory or trace of their predecessor." The sound of a cock being sucked echoed around the conference room. "There may be some minor genetic differences." All the listeners heard the man moan loudly and they shifted uncomfortably in their seats as their own Aphrodite genes made them squirm. "I encountered Barbara and Bat Broad the last time I was in Delta City and she serviced my member with her mouth even as you are doing so right now. Trust me in this that you are very much alike. I suspect you even have her memories, though they are suppressed by walls in your mind created by the device. You are, in the end, a slightly altered copy of the original. I can sense that Barbara still exists, but she is hidden from me somehow which I would have sworn was not possible." Night Raven fumbled for her phone and stopped the recording. "That was all he said that was relevant." There was stunned silence from the heroines and then they all began to talk at once. Ms. Americana, deprived of her gavel, banged a fist on the table to quiet them down. "We don't know who this Prax is or if anything he said was remotely true," she said into the silence that followed. "I have heard of this Prax," said Hexanna as she was the first to speak up. "I have never met him," and now she paused to look at Night Raven briefly before going on, "or at least I don't remember meeting him," she amended. "He is an Imp. Very old and I have seen mentions of him in very old occult texts." "What's an Imp?" asked Amazing Babe. "Isn't that just another word for demon?" Hexanna shook her head. "They are closely related, but first off they come from different dimensions. Imps tend to be interested more in entertainment," and the sorceress paused as she and the other heroines mentally reviewed what they had heard on the recording. "Demons are more interested in power and conquest, though there is sometimes a blurry line between the two. Seeing a people totally enslaved could be considered entertainment by an Imp." "Does anyone remember Barbara Gordon or Bat Broad?" asked Ms. Americana, her face wrinkling with distaste as she said "Broad". All the heads at the table shook in the negative and in the silence, they heard Night Raven speak in a hushed voice. "I, I'm scared. I might not be who I think I am. Maybe I am an imposter who took the place of Barbara Borden." Green Spectre put her arms around the near sobbing Night Raven and hugged her close. "Don't say things like that Lydia! You are our comrade and our friend. You have fought loyally beside us and we won't abandon you, or let you face this alone." There were murmurs of agreement from the other heroines and Night Raven looked more composed when Green Spectre finally released her and they both sat back in their chairs taking deep gulps of air. "There is one more thing," said Night Raven haltingly. "I would like to think this whole thing is a hoax to rattle us, but clearly this Prax didn't expect me to remember what he said. I don't know if anyone here knows this, but Barbara was also my mother's name. I have this weird thought that Bat Broad could have been my mother and not some other version of me." "I don't remember your mother," mused Ms. Americana, "though of course she would be much older than I am. Flag Girl rolled her eyes at this gross exaggeration, but said nothing as she had no desire to jeopardise her allowance more than failing her Geography midterm already had. "I don't really remember her either," replied Night Raven. "She disappeared just after I was born. Dad was just a patrolman, new on the force at the time. Everyone assumed she was killed, but her body was never found. She had gone to the store late at night to get some diapers, leaving me with a neighbor since dad was on duty. They found her car the next morning, but no trace of her. I was way too young to realize what was going on, but people who knew dad back then said her death really affected him." Even now, Night Raven couldn't bring herself to admit to her fellow heroines her fear that her mother's death had been the first step into turning her father into the villainous Trapster, or even that he was the Trapster in the first place. Some family secrets were just too painful to display in public and she was deathly afraid this could come back to bite her or her friends who trusted her. "I know her being Bat Broad doesn't make any sense in terms of the timeline as we know it, but if we are dealing with some reality altering device …," her voice trailed off. "Look, I don't want to ratchet up the tension again," said Got Gal, "but this whole situation is kind of scary. If reality can change with the blink of an eye, how do we know what to believe?" "What about this reset device then?" asked Ms. Americana looking around the table. "What do you all remember about it?" "There was that blonde private eye with the big hooters," said Omega Woman slowly. "Her name was Nancy. I somehow almost forgot about her. There was all that trouble with the demon invasion. I remember we had a huge fight with them, or maybe more than one and suddenly all the demons went poof." Ms. Americana wrinkled her forehead in thought. "Yes, she had something to do with it. I remember talking to her afterwards and then she was gone. She left a whole whack of money she won with a lottery ticket to set up the Bonnie Bell Foundation. Axanna, Angela and I are all on the board for it. The Foundation looks after Fancy House, the new children's park and that Sanctuary place." "Nancy said there was some kind of device that was used to banish the demons, but she didn't give it a name" put in Lady Midnight. "That sounds like it was this reset or reboot device Prax was talking about. ," Nancy said the device was in the tunnels under the city. She said something about it being protected, but didn't really specify how." "Is it just me," asked Green Spectre, "or is it a really stupidly, dangerous idea for whoever created this device that can alter reality to use it for such a ..," she paused searching for the right words, "… such a trivial reason as having sex slaves? I mean, talk about using a nuclear warhead to kill cockroaches'." "You civilized types are pretty much in love with your technology," put in Jungle Babe. "Yes, but to use something that has the potential to do so much good for such a sordid purpose seems insane," objected Green Spectre. "It's rather a human tradition, so why not for whoever created the device?" said Omega Woman and saw surprised and confused looks on most of those around her. She shrugged. "Our first technology was probably fire which we promptly used to burn down the villages of our enemies. Then we invented the wheel and rather than be content with things like carts, we built war chariots. Bows and arrows for hunting could be used to fight a war. It just keeps going. Once some new technology is created, someone will find ways to use it that the creator never thought of. Einstein thought nuclear power would usher in a new world where we had all the energy we could need and it also got us Hiroshima, Nagasaki, the whole cold war and Chernobyl. Hell, Mark Zuckerberg created Facebook, so a bunch of college geeks could rate the girls they met and look at how much worse it got." After a few moments while Omega Woman's words sank in, Got Gal raised the question most on her mind. "So do we think this imp has designs on the device?" "Could be," agreed Ms. Americana. "if it exists at all that is. I mean a device that alters reality and behaves the way it does seems pretty far fetched. I sure don't ever remember being unmasked or sold into slavery!" "Though if the thing works like Prax said, we wouldn't remember," observed Omega Woman. "The only way to find out if it is real is to go look for it," put in Got Gal. "Oh great, I just love getting gang raped by mutoids," said Jungle Babe. "Though come to think of it, we haven't had any mutoid problems lately. Maybe they are all dead?" "Um," said Amazing Babe and stared fixedly at her hands. "There is um something you should know about the mutoids and the tunnels." With more stammering and blushing, the blonde heroine described her recent foray into the tunnels. [Author's Note: See the ending of Tales From Delta City #19 Mutoids Just Got To Have Fun] "Let me get this straight," sighed Ms. Americana after Amazing Babe had finished speaking. "Nancy got this mutoid called Kellog to promise to keep the tunnels around Sanctuary safe. The other mutoids were not happy about this and wanted to launch more attacks on the surface to grab women for breeding, but Kellog made a deal with Professor Werder to provide the mutoids with holograms they could program to look like any heroine they wanted to fuck in exchange for leaving the surface alone." "Pretty much," agreed Amazing Babe. "They mistook me for one of the holograms and fucked me for hours before they realized the mistake when they couldn't reprogram me. They did actually apologize and let me go when they discovered their mistake." "I wonder why Professor Werder didn't tell us about this?" asked Flag Girl and then saw everyone staring at her incredulously. "Ok, forget I asked that dumb question," said the pig tailed teen sidekick. "Maybe we should talk to him about it now though?" A few minutes later, a nervous looking Professor Werder was on the large screen on the wall thanks to Zoom. Faced with the stern, disapproving looks of the heroines, he uttered nine famous words. "It seemed like a good idea at the time." This didn't seem to help much, so he plunged on. "It does seem to have worked though. There haven't been any incidents with mutoids raiding the surface, so none of you ladies had to go into the tunnels and er you know …," he trailed off. "Get our brains fucked out?" suggested Got Gal. Professor Werder nodded vigorously and once more judging from the expressions on the heroine's faces, he decided that might not have been the best response he could have made. He then proceeded to make things much worse. "I um installed several cameras along with the hologram projectors so I could monitor the mutoids and make sure they complied with the bargain." "You mean you have been sitting in your office and watching what they did," said Lady Midnight flatly. "I have to wonder what you were doing while you watched." "Eww, I can imagine," said Spectre Girl. "Maybe you can demonstrate the video link?" suggested Ms. Americana as her baby blues bored into the scientist's visage on the screen. Werder licked his lips nervously and nodded. He pressed a few keys on his computer and his image shrank to a small window on the corner of the huge view screen while the camera video took up the rest of the screen. "Oh goddess," gasped Ms. Americana as they all sat frozen watching as an exact copy of the Queen of Justice knelt on the floor of an underground room being fucked doggie style by one of the mutoids. The dark haired heroine's famous titanic tits swayed back and forth as the mutoid grabbed her long dark hair and pounded his cock into her over and over again. "That's sick," cried Ms. Americana who wanted to look away, but couldn't. "Kind of hot though," muttered Flag Girl under her breath. The camera image shifted according to some automated programming and now they saw a duplicate of Lady Midnight lying on her back on the floor of the room being tit fucked by a mutoid. "That's it you bastard, fuck my big black titties," yelled the fake Lady Midnight and the heroines abruptly realized the cameras had an audio feed and the holograms could talk. "Yeah, you like my big mutoid cock between your boobs don't you bitch?" asked the mutoid as his huge balls made a slapping sound as they hit the underside of the hologram's breasts. "Oh yes, I love that big slimy cock of yours," gasped the hologram. "I want you to paint my face and tits with your cum" The stunned heroines watched as the mutoid gave a loud cry and began to do exactly that. Large ropes of cum splattered across the face and breasts of the hologram of Lady Midnight. When the mutoid finally stopped cumming, there wasn't much of the heroine's face visible under a thick layer of goo. The camera scene shifted again and this time it took a few moments for the she legionnaires to sort out what, or rather who they were looking at. A half dozen mutoids were gathered around two blondes locked into a 69 position, their faces so pressed into each other's pussy that it was hard to identify them at first. "That's me!" gasped Got Gal pointing to the blonde on top. "I would know my boobs anywhere!" "I think that's me you are eating out," said Omega Woman with a catch in her voice that she hoped none of the others would notice. As disgusting as her brain had told her the first two scenes were, they had brought a tingle to her pussy and now she desperately tried not to squirm in her seat as she watched herself and Got Gal munching on each other's snatch. The sight of the heroine lesbian action was certainly having an effect on the watching mutoids who were all frantically stroking their large cocks. Everyone saw the two women's bodies start to spasm as they came and this was quickly followed by a steady rain of cum pouring down on the naked blondes from the circle of watchers. "The holograms are of course only simulating an orgasm," said Professor Werder who just continued to dig his grave deeper and deeper. "I know this is kind of icky," said Jungle Babe, "but it does seem to be keeping the mutoids happy and its not hurting anyone." "That's easy for you to say," snapped Lady Midnight. "I don't see you …," she broke off as the camera changed the scene once more. "You fucking bastard!" screamed Jungle Babe rising out of her chair as she stared in horror at the screen, no longer sounding the slightest bit calm. The reason for this was she was now the subject of the video and it showed her being mounted by a zebra. "Er, the mutoids requested the ability to program the holograms into some other preselected shapes," said Professor Werder "Oh yeah baby, fuck me," gasped the hologram of the Jungle Queen as her body shuddered under the impact of the animal slamming its large bestial cock into her pussy from behind. As they continued to watch, one of the mutoids stepped up to Jungle Babe's face and rubbed his cock over it, leaving a trail of shiny pre cum. "Shove that big monster cock in my mouth," begged the hologram. "I want it from both ends." "I think we've seen and heard enough Professor," snapped Ms. Americana. When the video continued, she repeated the order louder and Professor Werder's hands suddenly reappeared from under his desk and tapped on the computer keyboard until the video terminated. "That perversity should be stopped immediately," growled Champion Girl. "As much as it pains me to have to say this," said Omega Woman who was trying to be logical even as she felt her pussy start to drip. "The whole thing is keeping the mutoids under better control than they have been in years." Professor Werder cleared his throat. "Um, while I was monitoring the cameras yesterday, the mutoids did prevent a man from entering the tunnels leading to sanctuary." He pressed a few keys again and a short clip played showing one of the mutoids confronting a dark haired man. "Is that Prax?" Ms. Americana asked Night Raven. "I don't know," replied Night Raven. "He fucked with my memory as well as other things and I am pretty sure he can either change shape or disguise himself with something like those holograms to look like whoever he wants." "If he wants the reset device, then why did he bother with that whole elaborate clue plan with Night Raven?" asked Lady Midnight. "It seems pretty obvious what he wanted with Night Raven," snickered Flag Girl. "Maybe," replied Lady Midnight as she tried to think. "It doesn't quite work for me though. According to the timestamp on that video," she gestured to the frozen image of the mutoid and the intruder, "that happened at the same time Night Raven was being led all around the city following clues. I don't see our perp splitting his attention like that." "So, you think we might be dealing with two foes?" asked Omega Woman as she followed her fellow heroine's logic. "It could be," responded Lady Midnight. "At least it's a possibility we have to consider." "This just gets better and better," snarled Ms. Americana. "The only good thing seems to be that thanks to Night Raven, we got an early warning of the trouble before any more of us could be nailed." "Um, that might not be true," said Azure Angel, speaking for the first time in the meeting. "Something happened to me the other night that like Night Raven, I can't remember the details." She looked over at Night Raven with increased sympathy. "Like Night Raven, my reality might not be what I thought it was." She proceeded then in a halting voice to tell them about her trip to 12th St. to visit her parents and what she had discovered there. "Oh Yumi, I am so sorry," said Amazing Babe who reached out to take the hand of her friend and squeeze it sympathetically. "Um, Ms. A.," said Flag Girl now speaking up. "You er remember how you found me the other night when you came home and I said I couldn't remember what happened?" "Let me guess," said Night Raven. "You were covered in cum and it was dripping out of all your holes am I right?" "I guess you could say that," replied Flag Girl who burned red in the face. "Then Prax might have hit three of us already," said Green Spectre. "Is he planning on picking us off one by one?" "It seems like that," agreed Ms. Americana, "and that also doesn't seem consistent with our friend there trying to get to this damn reset machine." "So, what are we going to do?" asked Shield. "I think we, or at least some of us, should try and check out this reset device and what kind of protection it has," said Ms. Americana. "There is an entrance into the tunnels under Sanctuary," said Night Raven. "We have to play it cool though. We don't want to attract attention to Sanctuary, so probably best if only a few of us and either not in costume or not changing to our costumes until we are down in the tunnels." "That sounds like a good idea," replied Ms. Americana. "Maybe just you and me" "What about the rest of us?" asked Got Gal. "I am going to do some more research on this Prax and Imps in general," said Hexanna. "That also sounds like a good idea," said Ms. Americana. "The rest of you should just go on as usual until we report back and be extra careful about anything unusual." End of Interlude The Perverter: Interlude 3-4 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), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candace Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Power Lass (Karen Clark), Professor Werder Bat Broad, Commissioner Borden, Dragon Queen 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 * * * "Alright everyone, let's get this meeting started," said Ms. Americana as she banged a wood gavel lightly on the conference table. This had absolutely no effect on the numerous conversations going on between the other heroines around the table, so she banged it louder. One or two of the heroines glanced towards the Queen of Justice and then went on with whatever joke or anecdote they were telling. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" yelled a frustrated Ms. Americana and hit the table so hard with the gavel that the handle snapped. "Boy someone is cranky today," observed Green Spectre. "It's probably that time of the month," sniggered Jungle Babe. Ms. Americana rolled her eyes at this remark. "I would expect something like that comment from a male pig, but not from another woman," snapped Ms. Americana angrily. "Jeez, it was just a joke," replied Jungle Babe. "lighten up." "We might be facing a danger to the very fabric of reality itself and you want me to lighten up?" asked Ms. Americana as she continued to glare at Jungle Babe. "What are you talking about?" asked Omega Woman. "What danger to reality? You do know that the whole Thanos thing with the infinity stones was just a movie, right?" "I was going to explain the threat once I could actually get everyone to shut up and listen," replied Ms. Americana. "It is Night Raven who brought me the information, so I will let her tell you about it." Ms. Americana gestured towards the blonde heroine with the pixie haircut who cleared her throat nervously." "Er, I recently encountered a being, I don't think he was human," said Night Raven looking around the table at the other heroines. "My memories are pretty fuzzy, because I think he did something to my mind when he was done. I had my cell phone with me and I was recording during our meeting just in case I needed it as evidence in the future. Ms. Americana has already heard this, so she knows what it is all about and that is why she called the meeting." Night Raven pulled out her phone and after some hesitation, clicked on the play button. "I take it you are the one who has been sending me the clues," Heads around the table nodded as they recognized Night Raven's voice. "Of course," replied a male voice that none of them recognized. Night Raven paused the recording. "I found some newspaper clippings in my apartment that I don't remember getting. Like I said, this guy screwed with my memories, but he forgot to take care of the physical evidence, or maybe he planned to do it later. He didn't know I had recorded him and maybe figured he had lots of time." Heads around the table nodded and they all examined the copies of the clippings and the notes as Ms. Americana passed them around. Once they had time to do this, Night Raven restarted the recording. "Just who are you and why would you do such a sick thing?" "My name is Prax. You are as touchy as I remember and as beautiful." "what the hell are you talking about?". I have never laid eyes on you before." "No, you wouldn't remember. We made love once before, the last time I was in Delta City. You try and deny the needs of your body, but they cannot be gainsaid. You are like a wild animal in bed, an insatiable creature of lust. Why don't you remove that skimpy outfit and let me see you once again in all your glory" "I don't remember …," The other heroines could hear the uncertainty in Night Raven's voice and also the sound of cloth moving against skin. "We never …, never before," "But we did. You were not called Night Raven then or Lydia either." The listening heroines almost to a woman echoed the startled gasp of Night Raven they heard on the recording. "Yes, I know your secret name, but do not worry, I have no intention of telling anyone or making any use of that knowledge. I only told you, so you will better believe what I have to tell you." "My name is Lydia." This was followed by a very audible moan and Night Raven blushed as she sat there, unable to meet the eyes of the other heroines. "It is now, I suppose." "I don't understand.". Night Raven blushed deeper red as they all heard her whimper with pleasure at something being done to her. "There is a device below Delta City. I do not know the full history of it, nor do I care to learn it. The device has the ability to alter reality at least to some extent. Its function has to do with those that contain the Aphrodite gene. When one of you heroines is severely damaged, enslaved, unmasked and so forth, the device kicks in to rescue you." "That, that's crazy!" I have never been unmasked or sold into sex slavery, nor have any other members of the She Legion. We have always emerged victorious in our battle with the forces of evil… eventually." You have been and they have been s well. The device sees that you do not remember those incidents, except perhaps as vague memories and deja vu. What I am telling you is the truth," as "Sometimes, however, there is a glitch when a heroine is rescued. The device is old and for thousands of years received no maintenance. The demons who attempted to invade your world tried to make use of it, but they were thwarted. I don't know how that was done and once more I don't care." There were the unmistakable sounds of a belt being undone and a zipper pulled down, sounds all too familiar to the heroines. Night Raven couldn't get any redder as she kept her eyes downcast on the table's surface until the man's voice continued. "Commissioner Borden had a daughter named Barbara who was an Aphrodite and who fought crime with the rather unimaginative name of Bat Broad, though that was just the name the media hung on her. No one found out what she would have called herself because something happened to her on one of her first missions and she was retrieved by the device. There was one of those glitches, however, resulting in a slightly different and younger version being created. Instead of Barbara Borden and Bat Broad, the world now had Lydia Borden and Night Raven with no memory or trace of their predecessor." The sound of a cock being sucked echoed around the conference room. "There may be some minor genetic differences." All the listeners heard the man moan loudly and they shifted uncomfortably in their seats as their own Aphrodite genes made them squirm. "I encountered Barbara and Bat Broad the last time I was in Delta City and she serviced my member with her mouth even as you are doing so right now. Trust me in this that you are very much alike. I suspect you even have her memories, though they are suppressed by walls in your mind created by the device. You are, in the end, a slightly altered copy of the original. I can sense that Barbara still exists, but she is hidden from me somehow which I would have sworn was not possible." Night Raven fumbled for her phone and stopped the recording. "That was all he said that was relevant." There was stunned silence from the heroines and then they all began to talk at once. Ms. Americana, deprived of her gavel, banged a fist on the table to quiet them down. "We don't know who this Prax is or if anything he said was remotely true," she said into the silence that followed. "I have heard of this Prax," said Hexanna as she was the first to speak up. "I have never met him," and now she paused to look at Night Raven briefly before going on, "or at least I don't remember meeting him," she amended. "He is an Imp. Very old and I have seen mentions of him in very old occult texts." "What's an Imp?" asked Amazing Babe. "Isn't that just another word for demon?" Hexanna shook her head. "They are closely related, but first off they come from different dimensions. Imps tend to be interested more in entertainment," and the sorceress paused as she and the other heroines mentally reviewed what they had heard on the recording. "Demons are more interested in power and conquest, though there is sometimes a blurry line between the two. Seeing a people totally enslaved could be considered entertainment by an Imp." "Does anyone remember Barbara Gordon or Bat Broad?" asked Ms. Americana, her face wrinkling with distaste as she said "Broad". All the heads at the table shook in the negative and in the silence, they heard Night Raven speak in a hushed voice. "I, I'm scared. I might not be who I think I am. Maybe I am an imposter who took the place of Barbara Borden." Green Spectre put her arms around the near sobbing Night Raven and hugged her close. "Don't say things like that Lydia! You are our comrade and our friend. You have fought loyally beside us and we won't abandon you, or let you face this alone." There were murmurs of agreement from the other heroines and Night Raven looked more composed when Green Spectre finally released her and they both sat back in their chairs taking deep gulps of air. "There is one more thing," said Night Raven haltingly. "I would like to think this whole thing is a hoax to rattle us, but clearly this Prax didn't expect me to remember what he said. I don't know if anyone here knows this, but Barbara was also my mother's name. I have this weird thought that Bat Broad could have been my mother and not some other version of me." "I don't remember your mother," mused Ms. Americana, "though of course she would be much older than I am. Flag Girl rolled her eyes at this gross exaggeration, but said nothing as she had no desire to jeopardise her allowance more than failing her Geography midterm already had. "I don't really remember her either," replied Night Raven. "She disappeared just after I was born. Dad was just a patrolman, new on the force at the time. Everyone assumed she was killed, but her body was never found. She had gone to the store late at night to get some diapers, leaving me with a neighbor since dad was on duty. They found her car the next morning, but no trace of her. I was way too young to realize what was going on, but people who knew dad back then said her death really affected him." Even now, Night Raven couldn't bring herself to admit to her fellow heroines her fear that her mother's death had been the first step into turning her father into the villainous Trapster, or even that he was the Trapster in the first place. Some family secrets were just too painful to display in public and she was deathly afraid this could come back to bite her or her friends who trusted her. "I know her being Bat Broad doesn't make any sense in terms of the timeline as we know it, but if we are dealing with some reality altering device …," her voice trailed off. "Look, I don't want to ratchet up the tension again," said Got Gal, "but this whole situation is kind of scary. If reality can change with the blink of an eye, how do we know what to believe?" "What about this reset device then?" asked Ms. Americana looking around the table. "What do you all remember about it?" "There was that blonde private eye with the big hooters," said Omega Woman slowly. "Her name was Nancy. I somehow almost forgot about her. There was all that trouble with the demon invasion. I remember we had a huge fight with them, or maybe more than one and suddenly all the demons went poof." Ms. Americana wrinkled her forehead in thought. "Yes, she had something to do with it. I remember talking to her afterwards and then she was gone. She left a whole whack of money she won with a lottery ticket to set up the Bonnie Bell Foundation. Axanna, Angela and I are all on the board for it. The Foundation looks after Fancy House, the new children's park and that Sanctuary place." "Nancy said there was some kind of device that was used to banish the demons, but she didn't give it a name" put in Lady Midnight. "That sounds like it was this reset or reboot device Prax was talking about. ," Nancy said the device was in the tunnels under the city. She said something about it being protected, but didn't really specify how." "Is it just me," asked Green Spectre, "or is it a really stupidly, dangerous idea for whoever created this device that can alter reality to use it for such a ..," she paused searching for the right words, "… such a trivial reason as having sex slaves? I mean, talk about using a nuclear warhead to kill cockroaches'." "You civilized types are pretty much in love with your technology," put in Jungle Babe. "Yes, but to use something that has the potential to do so much good for such a sordid purpose seems insane," objected Green Spectre. "It's rather a human tradition, so why not for whoever created the device?" said Omega Woman and saw surprised and confused looks on most of those around her. She shrugged. "Our first technology was probably fire which we promptly used to burn down the villages of our enemies. Then we invented the wheel and rather than be content with things like carts, we built war chariots. Bows and arrows for hunting could be used to fight a war. It just keeps going. Once some new technology is created, someone will find ways to use it that the creator never thought of. Einstein thought nuclear power would usher in a new world where we had all the energy we could need and it also got us Hiroshima, Nagasaki, the whole cold war and Chernobyl. Hell, Mark Zuckerberg created Facebook, so a bunch of college geeks could rate the girls they met and look at how much worse it got." After a few moments while Omega Woman's words sank in, Got Gal raised the question most on her mind. "So do we think this imp has designs on the device?" "Could be," agreed Ms. Americana. "if it exists at all that is. I mean a device that alters reality and behaves the way it does seems pretty far fetched. I sure don't ever remember being unmasked or sold into slavery!" "Though if the thing works like Prax said, we wouldn't remember," observed Omega Woman. "The only way to find out if it is real is to go look for it," put in Got Gal. "Oh great, I just love getting gang raped by mutoids," said Jungle Babe. "Though come to think of it, we haven't had any mutoid problems lately. Maybe they are all dead?" "Um," said Amazing Babe and stared fixedly at her hands. "There is um something you should know about the mutoids and the tunnels." With more stammering and blushing, the blonde heroine described her recent foray into the tunnels. [Author's Note: See the ending of Tales From Delta City #19 Mutoids Just Got To Have Fun] "Let me get this straight," sighed Ms. Americana after Amazing Babe had finished speaking. "Nancy got this mutoid called Kellog to promise to keep the tunnels around Sanctuary safe. The other mutoids were not happy about this and wanted to launch more attacks on the surface to grab women for breeding, but Kellog made a deal with Professor Werder to provide the mutoids with holograms they could program to look like any heroine they wanted to fuck in exchange for leaving the surface alone." "Pretty much," agreed Amazing Babe. "They mistook me for one of the holograms and fucked me for hours before they realized the mistake when they couldn't reprogram me. They did actually apologize and let me go when they discovered their mistake." "I wonder why Professor Werder didn't tell us about this?" asked Flag Girl and then saw everyone staring at her incredulously. "Ok, forget I asked that dumb question," said the pig tailed teen sidekick. "Maybe we should talk to him about it now though?" A few minutes later, a nervous looking Professor Werder was on the large screen on the wall thanks to Zoom. Faced with the stern, disapproving looks of the heroines, he uttered nine famous words. "It seemed like a good idea at the time." This didn't seem to help much, so he plunged on. "It does seem to have worked though. There haven't been any incidents with mutoids raiding the surface, so none of you ladies had to go into the tunnels and er you know …," he trailed off. "Get our brains fucked out?" suggested Got Gal. Professor Werder nodded vigorously and once more judging from the expressions on the heroine's faces, he decided that might not have been the best response he could have made. He then proceeded to make things much worse. "I um installed several cameras along with the hologram projectors so I could monitor the mutoids and make sure they complied with the bargain." "You mean you have been sitting in your office and watching what they did," said Lady Midnight flatly. "I have to wonder what you were doing while you watched." "Eww, I can imagine," said Spectre Girl. "Maybe you can demonstrate the video link?" suggested Ms. Americana as her baby blues bored into the scientist's visage on the screen. Werder licked his lips nervously and nodded. He pressed a few keys on his computer and his image shrank to a small window on the corner of the huge view screen while the camera video took up the rest of the screen. "Oh goddess," gasped Ms. Americana as they all sat frozen watching as an exact copy of the Queen of Justice knelt on the floor of an underground room being fucked doggie style by one of the mutoids. The dark haired heroine's famous titanic tits swayed back and forth as the mutoid grabbed her long dark hair and pounded his cock into her over and over again. "That's sick," cried Ms. Americana who wanted to look away, but couldn't. "Kind of hot though," muttered Flag Girl under her breath. The camera image shifted according to some automated programming and now they saw a duplicate of Lady Midnight lying on her back on the floor of the room being tit fucked by a mutoid. "That's it you bastard, fuck my big black titties," yelled the fake Lady Midnight and the heroines abruptly realized the cameras had an audio feed and the holograms could talk. "Yeah, you like my big mutoid cock between your boobs don't you bitch?" asked the mutoid as his huge balls made a slapping sound as they hit the underside of the hologram's breasts. "Oh yes, I love that big slimy cock of yours," gasped the hologram. "I want you to paint my face and tits with your cum" The stunned heroines watched as the mutoid gave a loud cry and began to do exactly that. Large ropes of cum splattered across the face and breasts of the hologram of Lady Midnight. When the mutoid finally stopped cumming, there wasn't much of the heroine's face visible under a thick layer of goo. The camera scene shifted again and this time it took a few moments for the she legionnaires to sort out what, or rather who they were looking at. A half dozen mutoids were gathered around two blondes locked into a 69 position, their faces so pressed into each other's pussy that it was hard to identify them at first. "That's me!" gasped Got Gal pointing to the blonde on top. "I would know my boobs anywhere!" "I think that's me you are eating out," said Omega Woman with a catch in her voice that she hoped none of the others would notice. As disgusting as her brain had told her the first two scenes were, they had brought a tingle to her pussy and now she desperately tried not to squirm in her seat as she watched herself and Got Gal munching on each other's snatch. The sight of the heroine lesbian action was certainly having an effect on the watching mutoids who were all frantically stroking their large cocks. Everyone saw the two women's bodies start to spasm as they came and this was quickly followed by a steady rain of cum pouring down on the naked blondes from the circle of watchers. "The holograms are of course only simulating an orgasm," said Professor Werder who just continued to dig his grave deeper and deeper. "I know this is kind of icky," said Jungle Babe, "but it does seem to be keeping the mutoids happy and its not hurting anyone." "That's easy for you to say," snapped Lady Midnight. "I don't see you …," she broke off as the camera changed the scene once more. "You fucking bastard!" screamed Jungle Babe rising out of her chair as she stared in horror at the screen, no longer sounding the slightest bit calm. The reason for this was she was now the subject of the video and it showed her being mounted by a zebra. "Er, the mutoids requested the ability to program the holograms into some other preselected shapes," said Professor Werder "Oh yeah baby, fuck me," gasped the hologram of the Jungle Queen as her body shuddered under the impact of the animal slamming its large bestial cock into her pussy from behind. As they continued to watch, one of the mutoids stepped up to Jungle Babe's face and rubbed his cock over it, leaving a trail of shiny pre cum. "Shove that big monster cock in my mouth," begged the hologram. "I want it from both ends." "I think we've seen and heard enough Professor," snapped Ms. Americana. When the video continued, she repeated the order louder and Professor Werder's hands suddenly reappeared from under his desk and tapped on the computer keyboard until the video terminated. "That perversity should be stopped immediately," growled Champion Girl. "As much as it pains me to have to say this," said Omega Woman who was trying to be logical even as she felt her pussy start to drip. "The whole thing is keeping the mutoids under better control than they have been in years." Professor Werder cleared his throat. "Um, while I was monitoring the cameras yesterday, the mutoids did prevent a man from entering the tunnels leading to sanctuary." He pressed a few keys again and a short clip played showing one of the mutoids confronting a dark haired man. "Is that Prax?" Ms. Americana asked Night Raven. "I don't know," replied Night Raven. "He fucked with my memory as well as other things and I am pretty sure he can either change shape or disguise himself with something like those holograms to look like whoever he wants." "If he wants the reset device, then why did he bother with that whole elaborate clue plan with Night Raven?" asked Lady Midnight. "It seems pretty obvious what he wanted with Night Raven," snickered Flag Girl. "Maybe," replied Lady Midnight as she tried to think. "It doesn't quite work for me though. According to the timestamp on that video," she gestured to the frozen image of the mutoid and the intruder, "that happened at the same time Night Raven was being led all around the city following clues. I don't see our perp splitting his attention like that." "So, you think we might be dealing with two foes?" asked Omega Woman as she followed her fellow heroine's logic. "It could be," responded Lady Midnight. "At least it's a possibility we have to consider." "This just gets better and better," snarled Ms. Americana. "The only good thing seems to be that thanks to Night Raven, we got an early warning of the trouble before any more of us could be nailed." "Um, that might not be true," said Azure Angel, speaking for the first time in the meeting. "Something happened to me the other night that like Night Raven, I can't remember the details." She looked over at Night Raven with increased sympathy. "Like Night Raven, my reality might not be what I thought it was." She proceeded then in a halting voice to tell them about her trip to 12th St. to visit her parents and what she had discovered there. "Oh Yumi, I am so sorry," said Amazing Babe who reached out to take the hand of her friend and squeeze it sympathetically. "Um, Ms. A.," said Flag Girl now speaking up. "You er remember how you found me the other night when you came home and I said I couldn't remember what happened?" "Let me guess," said Night Raven. "You were covered in cum and it was dripping out of all your holes am I right?" "I guess you could say that," replied Flag Girl who burned red in the face. "Then Prax might have hit three of us already," said Green Spectre. "Is he planning on picking us off one by one?" "It seems like that," agreed Ms. Americana, "and that also doesn't seem consistent with our friend there trying to get to this damn reset machine." "So, what are we going to do?" asked Shield. "I think we, or at least some of us, should try and check out this reset device and what kind of protection it has," said Ms. Americana. "There is an entrance into the tunnels under Sanctuary," said Night Raven. "We have to play it cool though. We don't want to attract attention to Sanctuary, so probably best if only a few of us and either not in costume or not changing to our costumes until we are down in the tunnels." "That sounds like a good idea," replied Ms. Americana. "Maybe just you and me" "What about the rest of us?" asked Got Gal. "I am going to do some more research on this Prax and Imps in general," said Hexanna. "That also sounds like a good idea," said Ms. Americana. "The rest of you should just go on as usual until we report back and be extra careful about anything unusual." End of Interlude