The Perverter:  Target #3 Night Raven

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.   Witchfire makes an unidentified cameo in this story and she is the creation of Silkcords.  The concept of Sanctuary was also created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission.  All other characters in this story are my own creation and may be used freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories.  You can send all feedback to:

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Lydia Borden picked up her mail from her box in the lobby, but didn't bother to look at it until she reached her apartment.  It was probably just bills anyway and her bank account was getting depressingly depleted as it was.  She had lost her last job as a social worker partly due to cutbacks and partly due to her own less than great performance in the job.  She had spent too many nights as Night Raven scouring the streets for crime and it had impacted her ability to do her job during the day.  Falling asleep in the middle of a staff meeting and snoring had not been a good look.

Lydia had been out pounding the streets looking for a new job, but her references weren't exactly stellar.  She wasn't sure she was cut out to be a social worker, but it was one of the jobs her criminology degree with a sociology minor qualified her for.   She could always hit her father up for a loan if she got desperate enough, but Lydia hoped it wouldn't come to that.  The money would be given alright, but she dreaded the lecture that would come with it.  After the lecture would come the argument, since Lydia found it impossible to take a rebuke from the commissioner of probably the most corrupt police force in the country and it wasn't like dear old dad wasn't part of the problem.  If she heard ‘you just don't understand the complexities of the situation' one more time, Lydia thought she would scream.  

Lydia sorted through the envelopes, phone bill, power bill, a bunch of junk mail and one envelope with no return address.  Probably some stupid marketing scam, she thought as she opened it and found several newspaper clippings.  The rest of the mail fell to the floor unheeded as Lydia stared at the clippings.

"Bat Broad thwarts bank robbery" read the first one and it had a picture of a scantily clad heroine in a bat themed costume smiling brightly for the camera.  Lydia looked at the date.  It was from the Delta City Times from just over three years ago, but she had never heard of Bat Broad before.

"Commissioner Borden Attends Charity Event" was the title of the second one, but it was the picture and the highlighted caption that had struck Lydia to the core.  "Commissioner Borden and daughter Barbara" read the caption.

These are fakes, thought Lydia.  Someone is playing a prank on me and it isn't very damn funny.  Even as she thought this though, a small part of her brain knew it was no trick.  Looking in the envelope again, Lydia found a folded sheet of paper which she carefully unfolded and read,

"A bit of a mystery eh?  I know the answers you are dying to learn, but you will have to find me in order to ask your questions.  Of course, there will be a price for the answers.  Here is your first clue:  ‘Samwise would drink there, but it is the wrong colour.'.

Lydia stared at the sheet and the clue for a long moment and then went to find her copy of the Lord of the Rings.  It had been a lot of years since she had last read it.

* * *

Bob, the imp, stepped off the ladder and into one of the myriad tunnels that underlay Delta City  and looked around.  He had extremely good night vision, but even he saw little except blackness enclosed between grey concrete walls.  A glowing ball of light appeared in the air just above his head, but revealed nothing more of interest.  The reset mechanism that his fool of a brother had reached out to on his arrival in Delta City was somewhere not far away in these tunnels and Bob intended to find it.  The demons had seen it as a method of conquest and domination, but Bob was an imp and not really interested in that kind of thing.  Who wanted the responsibility of ruling and dealing with the inevitable plots against your rule.  Ruling was boring with a capital B.  No, it was a lot more fun to just have fun  which in Bob's dictionary meant lots of sex and death, the latter preferably in some gruesome fashion that he could watch with a bag of extra buttery popcorn.

Sensing the general direction of the reset mechanism, Bob set out down one of the tunnels and soon he could hear sounds, voices and moaning to be precise.  That greatly perplexed the imp since when he stretched his senses in that direction, he found no trace of sentient life.  The voices and moaning grew louder and louder until Bob turned a corner and came out into a large open area filled with people.  Well, some of them were people, but the majority were hulking gray-green slimy mutoids which explained why he hadn't been able to detect them.  Mutoids were the creation originally of the insane human geneticist called Dragon Queen, though the mutoids now had long since escaped her various hidden labs and lurked in these tunnels.  Now that Bob knew what to look for, he could sense a dim intelligence coming from the mutoids, but their synthetic nature, based at least partially on plants instead of animals made it difficult to read them except faintly.  There were, however, a dozen human females in the room and Bob couldn't understand why he hadn't detected them.  He also recognized every one of them.

Ms. Americana, wearing only her mask and boots, was kneeling in front of a mutoid, bobbing her mouth up and down on his enormous cock and looking incredibly happy about the situation.  Lady Midnight was likewise clad or rather unclad and being fucked  doggy style by another mutoid while her large, chocolate brown melons swayed back and forth wildly.  Green Spectre was sandwiched between a pair of the monsters, one in her pussy and one in her ass and seemingly loving the double pounding she was getting.  Jungle Babe hung upside down with her long legs wrapped around the neck of a mutoid while she avidly sucked on his huge member.  Bob continued to shift his gaze from heroine to heroine who were all fucking and sucking mutoids and looking extremely happy about doing so.  Still, as hard as he could concentrate, Bob could not mentally detect the presence of the heroines even as he watched a naked Amazing Babe take half a dozen loads of mutoid cum over her face and breasts, leaving her a dripping mess.

As Bob watched mesmerized, a massive hand landed on his shoulder and spun him around to face the owner. "This is a private party pal," growled the mutoid with his face only inches from Bob's.  "The only people invited are mutoids and their fuck toys.  You don't look like one of us and frankly you leave a lot to be desired when it comes to the latter."

"I suggest you remove your hand from my person you brute while you still have a hand," snapped Bob.

The mutoid shook his head.  "My name is Roarke, Broot  is the one over there fucking Spectre Girl.  He has a thing for the teen heroines."

Bob made a gesture with one hand, intending to turn this insolent creature into a cockroach that he would take great pleasure in stepping on, but nothing happened.  His powers gave him control over anything organic, but somehow the weird mixture of technology that Dragon Queen had used made these things somehow immune to his power.  Imps were nothing if not adaptable and Bob quickly changed mental gears and smiled a the mutoid.  "Actually, I came down into these tunnels looking to hire some reliable muscle."

"We are not for hire," replied Roarke.  "We got no use for money and we got all the pussy we need," and he gestured toward the scene around them.

"There is something wrong here," said Bob as he watched Got Gal being spit roasted by a pair of mutoids.  The busty, blonde heroine was making gagging sounds as one huge monster slammed his cock down her throat while another one ploughed her pussy with incredible force.  "These can't be real, I can't sense their life forces at all!"

Roarke grinned and produced a remote control like device.  "Real enough," he said in a rumble.  "Solid holograms, but mouths, asses and pussies feel just  like the real thing and they don't get all pissed off and turn us into sludge when they escape.  They are a present to keep us happy."

"Yes, you certainly appear happy," agreed Bob as he watched a mutoid who was fucking an Amazing Babe hologram start to cum while the apparent heroine squealed out her own orgasm and cum began to drip from her pussy. "Fine, you and your friends can play with these fakes until the entropy death of the universe for all I care.  I am just passing through to try and locate something down here."

"No can do," rumbled Roarke.  "We made deal with Kellog.  We stay away from surface and Sanctuary, keep tunnels safe  and he arrange for us to have these things to play with anyway we like.  Professor Werder even send us new updates once a month just like Microsoft."

In the end, Bob had been shown gently, at least for mutoids, but firmly from the tunnels and told  not to come back unless he wanted his arms and legs removed and some other bodily parts as well.  Seething, the imp had stalked away into the night.  He was going to have to find another way to reach the reset mechanism and when he did, he would turn those mutoids into something truly  awful for giving him this humiliation.

"Hey baby, you look like you need some company," said a female voice.

Bob looked around and saw a woman standing under a street light in a dress that was barely there  since it was so short and so low cut.  The woman had green hair and green lipstick to go with the green dress and high heels.  It really wasn't that attractive, but it was attention getting which was probably the point.  One had to stand out in a crowded field and this woman did that. Her large breasts also stood out nicely from her chest, nearly falling out of the dress.  Well, maybe she would provide him with enough of a distraction from his foul mood, thought Bob and he smiled and gestured towards a nearby alley.  "Let's go in there and find out just how good you are at providing company," he suggested.

The woman smiled and quickly led the way into the garbage strewn alley where a large and fairly clean cardboard box had been collapsed to create a surface to kneel on without getting dirty.  "My name is Cleo," she said as she turned around to face her customer.  "Money up front.  My rates are …," she never finished as Bob grabbed her around the throat to silence her while his other hand ripped the dress off, spilling her silicon enhanced boobs into the cool night air.

"I don't give a fuck what your name is and I never pay for anything," he said as he stared into the terrified eyes of the young hooker who had just realized she had met one of those customers that so far she had been lucky enough to avoid.  Some of the older prostitutes had warned her that you would meet one of this kind if you stayed in the game long enough, but she had thought herself to smart for that to ever happen to her.  She was now proven wrong as the man slammed her face into the brick wall of the alley, stunning her and breaking her nose.  As blood gushed down the grimy wall, she felt her legs being pulled apart and then she screamed as she felt something as massive as a baseball bat being shoved into her pussy.

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		"Goddess, she is a mess," said Lady Midnight to the blonde, male EMT as he and his partner worked on the woman the heroine had heard moaning in the alley while on patrol.  "Do you think she will make it?"

Vic shifted slightly to shield the heroine's view a bit as he saw Roberta's hands glow blue where she was touching the bruised and bloody body of the green haired woman they were working on.  "I think she has a good chance," he said as he got the IV started to give the woman fluids.

"That's good," said Lady Midnight, smacking one fist into the palm of her other hand angrily. "It looks like we have a sick bastard on our hands."

"You mean another one I think," replied Vic as he glanced at Roberta who withdrew her hands and the glow faded away.  The girl's vital signs had stabilized now and quickly, they began to move the stretcher to the waiting ambulance while an angry and frustrated Lady Midnight could only watch.

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Night Raven stood on the rooftop across from the Bronze Dragon and scowled down at it.  It was one of a seemingly endless number of strip clubs in Delta City.  She hated strip clubs because she liked them too much.  They gave her a tingle in her pussy when she saw the women jiggling and shimmying on the stage and that gave her Aphrodite genes ideas about things they wanted her to do.  Now that the Pussycat Club had been burned down, the strip clubs were all run by one of the various pimps or gangs in Delta City which made them dangerous to enter.  The thought of the danger sent a burst of adrenaline through the blonde heroine and she began to lower herself towards the ground on her grappling line.

The bouncer at the door tried to stop Night Raven as she moved to go by him, but found himself lying on his back with the world spinning around him.  Once those cute little birdies stopped singing, he would go into the club and deal with the intruder, or maybe he would just mind his own business and keep dealing with the underage college kids who kept trying to get in.

Once you have seen one strip club, you have seen them all, thought Night Raven as she paused in the entrance to look around.  Stage at one end, lots of little round tables for the customers, a busy bar, harassed looking waitresses in skimpy costumes and music way too loud.  Night Raven found a table not far from the stage that became quickly unoccupied when she asked the pimple faced kid how old he was.  A few moments later, a dark haired waitress scurried up to take her drink order.  Night Raven had no intention of drinking anything in a place like this, but she ordered a five dollar orange juice to keep the  management happy.  Once the waitress had gone for her drink, Night Raven finally allowed her attention to settle on the stripper on stage and she found herself staring in shock at what she saw.

The woman on stage was a blonde and dressed in an exact copy of Night Raven's own costume.  The annoying thing, thought Lydia is that the stripper hadn't even had to come up with a "sexy" version of her costume as she would have had to do with something like a nurse's uniform or a police uniform.  No, her costume was already so skimpy that it didn't require any alterations to look right at home on a stripper.  As Night Raven watched, the stripper reached behind her back and untied the top and after some teasing let it fall to the stage floor and display her boobs to the whistles and catcalls of the mainly male audience.  Night Raven's next thought was that her boobs were significantly bigger than those of the fake on stage, but still they looked damn hot as the woman continued to grind and strut around the stage.

The waitress returned with Night Raven's drink and looked from the woman on stage to the seated heroine and back several times.  "If you are here to audition, you are going to need a different outfit honey, the management doesn't allow duplicates.  Pity though, it looks like you have got bigger tits."

Night Raven almost forgot her rule about not drinking in places like this as she watched the stripper continue to remove her clothes, few of them as there were.  She had the orange juice halfway to her mouth before coming to her senses, though the pause was as much due to the stripper pulling down her bottoms to display a shave pussy just like her own.  "Lucky
Guess," muttered Night Raven as she put the drink back on the table untouched.

There was loud clapping as the stripper finished and scurried off stage.  A man came on stage with a broom and quickly pushed the money that had been tossed onto the stage towards the wings where the performer and management could count it and split it up.  In places like this, the house would take at least fifty percent Night Raven knew.  The heroine sat there watching this and wondering what the hell she should do now that she was here.  Where was the clue she needed?  As she pondered these things, the still naked stripper suddenly appeared in the crowded room and seemingly at random made her way over to Night Raven's table and sat down in the astonished heroine's lap.

"Want a lap dance sweetie?" cooed the stripper as she ground her soft, round ass into Night Raven's pussy.  The heroine started to refuse, but the other woman half turned and whispered in her ear as she flicked out her tongue to lick Night Raven's earlobe.  "It's free, so just relax and enjoy it.  The pervs are all getting off on two Night Raven's making out."

There didn't seem to be anything Night Raven could do but go along with the lap dance and it hardly qualified as torture.  Her doppelganger only had a mask and boots on which Night Raven reflected was often more clothes than she often ended up with.  She might as well give the pervs as the stripper had called them a good show, so she reached around and grabbed one of the strippers boobs in each of her hands and began to knead and squeeze them as their bodies rubbed against each other.  At one point, the stripper turned around to face Night Raven directly and the two women kissed with their tongues exploring each other's mouths much to the delight of the watching audience.

The whole thing only lasted a few minutes before the stripper climbed off a panting Night Raven and waved to the crowd as she scampered back to the dressing rooms.  "Don't miss my next show," she called to the audience and Night Raven felt pretty confident that the woman was going to collect even more money the next time she was on stage.  The whole thing had left her so aroused that it took Night Raven a few seconds to realize the stripper had slipped a piece of paper into her hand while giving her the lap dance.  Night Raven stared longingly at the untouched drink before getting herself under control and heading for the door.  Once outside, where she was certain no one was watching her, Night Raven unfolded the paper and read what was on it.

"Two little letters here.  Next, you need to find where Candy Floss is saving the world."

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After reading the message, Night Raven had stormed back into the Bronze Dragon, getting only a smile and a nod from the bouncer this time and headed straight to the dressing rooms.  There had been a dozen women there in various stages of dress and undress, but no sign of the stripper who had been dressed as her.  When Night Raven tried to question some of the women, all she got were confused looks from people who thought she had been the one on stage.  When she finally got it through the heads of a few of them that it hadn't been her, they had shrugged and said the woman had been new that night and they had no idea who she was or where she had gone.  A short conversation with the manager pushed up against a wall and one arm bent to almost breaking behind his back had produced similar negative results.

A ticked off Night Raven had finally stormed out of the Bronze Dragon again to consider her next move.  She had no idea what the "two letters" part of the clue meant, but she did at least have some ideas about the rest of the note.  Flag girl in her Lydia Willis identity had hosted a girl's night out party for the "young" heroines one time when the "old" heroines were busy with something.  Part of the entertainment Lydia had planned for the evening had been the hottest new porn flick, ‘Candy Floss Saves The World'.  Night Raven briefly reviewed the movie in her mind.  She still thought those boobs on Candy Floss had been familiar, but couldn't quite  place them.  What did a porn movie have to do with her own little mystery though?  Night Raven took out her cell phone and did a quick search.  She was surprised to find the movie was being shown at a local theatre called the Horny Owl.  She didn't even know places like that were still in business as she had thought the free porn on the Internet had long since drove them under.  Maybe some people were just nostalgic  for the good old days of porn where sticky seats didn't mean someone had spilled pop on them.  There was a midnight showing of the movie starting in less than an hour which seemed like just too much of a coincidence.

The man in the ticket booth at the Horny Owl took his time giving Night Raven her ticket as he stared fixedly at her breasts and she could feel his gaze lingering on her ass as she walked into the theatre.  It was almost show time and there were only a couple of dozen people, all men in the place when Night Raven entered and selected a seat as far away from anyone else as she could.  She had barely sat down when the theatre lights went  out and the movie started.

Night Raven hadn't been in a adult cinema before and was therefore surprised when a movie preview came on first.  She doubted the preview would be for the latest Disney or Pixar film, but what she saw left her gaping in shock.

The title that flashed across the screen in silver letters on a black background was "The Return of Night Raven".  It was followed by a woman's voice acting as a narrator.  "A little over a year ago, the sexy heroine known as Night Raven disappeared from public view.  Rumours ran rampant.  Some said she had been killed.  Some said she had been sold into prostitution or white slavery.  Those rumours were all wrong.  Night Raven had simply retired until one day she got two unexpected visitors."

Night Raven gaped as a scene faded in showing her as Lydia Borden standing in the hall of her apartment.  The view was from in front of her and showed a red haired woman that Lydia had never seen before standing in front of her with her back to the camera and a young blonde girl that Night Raven recognized as Summer Morgan standing to one side looking flushed and excited.  There was no sound initially, though Night Raven sensed the red head was speaking.  Suddenly the strange woman made a small gesture with her hands and tentacles of some sort wrapped around Lydia's wrists.  There was a slight time shift and now Night Raven got her first look at the red haired woman's face as she walked around Lydia and then began to peel the t-shirt over her head and playing with the exposed breasts.

This never happened, Night Raven screamed in her mind.  I have no memory of this event or this woman, or did she?  A name seemed to dance tantalizingly in the back of her mind, but eluded identification.  The harder Night Raven tried to pick the name out of her memories, the more elusive it became.  
 
There was another slight time shift and Night Raven saw the red haired woman pull her mouth off Lydia's erect, pierced nipples and start to undo her shorts.  Night Raven continued to stare as she watched the stranger's hand reach into Lydia's shorts, her shorts and saw the look of pleasure on her own face.  This had never happened and even if it had, how could anyone possibly have a video of it?  It had to be a fake, but dim memories struggled to surface and insist it was real and that it had happened.

The scene shifted again to Lydia's bedroom showing Lydia putting on her Night Raven mask while the narrator's voice resumed.  "Now Night Raven once more walks the dark streets of Delta City and let evil doers beware and lust!"

[Author's Note:  The above abbreviated scene comes from Silkcords' Witchfire Chapter 2 which took place before the demons in Delta City PI used the reset mechanism to banish Witchfire from this reality and erase all memory of her from citizens of this reality.
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The preview ended and Night Raven sat there in total shock, unable to believe what she had just seen.  Her secret identity was no longer a secret and that video promised to reveal more of that intimate encounter to the world, an encounter she could not even remember.  Night Raven's shocked musings were suddenly interrupted by a flashlight being shone in her eyes.

"You got ID Missy?" demanded a voice.

"What?" bleated a stunned Night Raven, who finally managed to hold up her ticket stub.

"That ain't ID," said the old man that Night Raven could now see dimly as she held up a hand to shield her eyes from the flashlight beam.  "ID is what you need or you got to leave.  No ID, no movie. We can't have a repeat of what happened last month when that girl claiming to be Spectre Girl snuck in here.  If you got no Id, out you go."

"How could I possibly have ID to prove I am Night Raven?" demanded the heroine.

"Not my problem," said the man.  "ID is what you need."

"Fine, I will go," snapped Night Raven getting to her feet.  "Firs though,, I need to know about that trailer."

"You been drinking too miss with no ID?" asked the man.  He glanced at the screen where the movie was running.  "There ain't no trailers in front of movies in a place like this.  Now you got to leave if you got no Id."

"You are starting to sound like a stuck record," snapped a confused Night Raven.  She turned and made her way up the aisle of the theatre, catching glimpses of the male patrons, most with their cocks in their hands and stroking them.  Some glanced from the movie screen to her as she went by and she even saw one of them cum like a rocket launching and felt a drop of liquid splatter on her leg.  Night Raven rather doubted these perverts cared if she had ID or not as she made it through the lobby and back out onto the street.  

Night Raven was absolutely certain she had not imagined that trailer, but she was equally positive that if she talked to anyone else in the theatre, they would deny there had been any such thing.  It was just like what had happened at the strip club, no one would know anything.  It was also a lot more like the strip club than she had realized, thought Night Raven as she looked down at the piece of paper that had somehow been put in her hand while she was in the theatre.

"Two more letters sweetie.  Now go see Bambi run!"

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It was supposed to be one of those urban myth things and it probably was everywhere in the world except the center of perversion that was Delta City.  Sex sold.  It sold in the traditional forms of prostitution, porn, strip clubs and so forth, but those looking to make a dollar also sold it in new forms.  Yes, it was an urban myth elsewhere where someone's friend had an uncle who knew a friend of his wife's who had tried it and swore it was great fun.  In Delta City, however, everyone knew it was real and could be found at the old factory not far from the docks.  It was paintball for adults.  It gave the discerning pervert a chance to hunt scantily clad or naked women if you paid enough with no pesky interference from law enforcement.  In fact, the Delta City PD hired the place for their team building exercises at least twice a year.  Sometimes when they did that the new female recruits got mistaken for the girls who were known as Bambies, but accidents do happen.  The veteran male officer were always quick to apologize and offer to help the new recruits find some clean clothes.

There appeared to be a Bambi hunt about to begin thought Night Raven as she turned off her motorcycle and leaned it against the steel mesh fence in a convenient shadow where it would be hidden from view.  With some trepidation and frankly a pleasant buzz from the stimulation of the first two clues, Night Raven walked around to the main gate where she was spotted by a man holding a clipboard.

"It's about time you got here," he said and gestured her over as he consulted the papers on his clipboard.  Night Raven was quite adept at reading upside down and saw it was a list of heroines, each with a checkmark beside it except for her own.

"I just heard about this," said Night Raven truthfully.  "My um agent didn't tell me anything except to get this costume and come here."

"I hope you aren't paying your agent much then," laughed the man.  "The Exalted Order of Dragons are having their annual get together and this year they decided they wanted a special Bambi hunt with the girls dressed up like the heroine sluts of this city."

Night Raven started to bristle with indignation, but restrained herself from getting out of character and settled for merely nodding her head in understanding.  "Um, I never did this before.  What am I supposed to do?" she asked.

The man rolled his eyes in exasperation.  "You just run around and squeal a lot while the paying customers try to nail you with their paint guns.  I heard it stings a bit, but that's the breaks.  Once they get tired of shooting at you, you join them on the East side for burgers and beer.  At that point, you take off your costumes and give them some primo T&A. After that, if you want to negotiate some extra money for other services, that is up to you."  The last bit was said with a lewd wink that made Night Raven's skin crawl.

The man, whose name Night Raven never cared to learn led her to what he called the ‘Starting Point' where about a dozen and a half other women were waiting, all dressed in superheroine costumes.  Night Raved noted with some amusement that there were three Ms. Americanas, one white, one black and one Asian.  Night Raven rather hoped the latter two would cause a few rednecks to drop dead of a heart attack.

"Hey, nice costume girlfriend," said the black Ms. Americana. "That thing looks pretty damn authentic compared to the piece of crap I was sold. I think this gold power belt is a piece of fucking Christmas garland off someone's fucking Christmas tree."

"Thanks," replied Night Raven with a smile.  "I bought this a while back for a Halloween party."

"Well the paint they use is supposed to be water based," put in one of the women dressed up as Champion Girl, "so it should wash out without ruining it at least."

Night Raven was about to reply when a loud siren went off and drowned out anything she was about to say. "That's the start signal" said a Jungle Babe when she saw Night Raven hesitate.  "We get a five minute head start to scatter before they come hunting for us."  With that, the obviously dyed blonde raced off, following the others and Night Raven sighed and sprinted for one of the many exits from the room.  Somewhere in this place, she was supposed to find the clue she needed, so until then it looked like she had no choice but to play Bambi.

* * *

 Darryl "Balance Sheet" Bloom could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he stalked through the old factory with his paint gun in hand.  Now he knew what it felt like to be Rambo or any of the hard ass characters that Arnold played in the movies.  He was no longer that guy from accounting that the company jocks sneered at and who the secretaries dismissed his date requests with scorn.  He was a man alone with his gun facing the enemy.  He spotted a target, sighted carefully and let off a quick burst of three shots.

* * *

For a full hour, Night Raven had dodged the clumsy morons stalking her in the old factory with ease.  Now and then, she had heard shrieks from some of the other women as they were hit or loud cries of triumph from the shooters, but she was unscathed.  Night Raven currently stood in front of a plaque on the wall reading it and trying to think.  The plaque told her this had been an old GE factory, built in 1947 to proudly usher in a new age of prosperity for Delta City.  The plaque had been bolted to the wall and apparently no one had bothered to remove it when the place had shut down.  The young, blonde heroine looked around the deserted factory with its odd rusting piece of equipment and water stained walls where the roof had begun to leak and decided that the aforementioned bright new era was officially over.

Unfortunately, Night Raven had allowed herself to become too lost in thought as she tried to piece the clues together as suddenly as she turned away from the plaque, she felt three stings as one of the shooters nailed her.  One had caught her just below her nose despite the assurances from the man with the clipboard that there wouldn't be any headshots, one hit her on her neck and the last was directly between her breasts.  Night Raven rocked back on her heels for a moment and then dived for cover before stopping to take a good look at what kind of a mess the hits had made of her and her costume.  She was quite surprised not to see colourful blobs of yellow or red paint, but a sticky white goo.  Night Raven dipped her finger in the substance and sniffed it.  The fucking stuff was cum, though whether human or otherwise she wasn't prepared to say.

Perhaps it was the feel and smell of the cum, but Night Raven found her concentration flagging over the next hour and was tagged three more times by different shooters before the siren sounded to end the hunt.  It was a soggy group of women who reassembled in the same room where the chase had started, most of the costumes pretty much transparent from the jizz soaking they had received.

"They say this stuff is good for your skin complexion," said the black Ms. Americana, "but it is a bugger to get out of your hair."

"Tell me about it," grumbled a woman dressed up as Green Spectre.  "I had to buy a special shampoo and the guy who sold it to me smirked the entire time."

Clipboard man beamed at them and led them to the east side of the building where a large barbecue was set up along with a dozen or so picnic tables.  As each woman peeled off their sodden costume, the men whistled and clapped and the man with the clipboard gave them an envelope in exchange for their work.  Night Raven decided she might as well go along with this as she didn't especially want to wear this particular costume ever again and she had a spare on her motorcycle.  The men treated the cum drenched costumes as trophies which were auctioned off with the woman getting half the money.  Later, when Night Raven got a chance to open the envelope and count the money, she found she had made almost three hundred bucks which on reflection wasn't bad for a couple hours of work and considering the state of her bank account, would come in very handy.

Feeling starved, Night Raven wolfed down a hamburger, but decided she had to get out of there when she saw some of the women wandering off into the shadows with some of the hunters.  She saw a blonde dressed up as Got Gal going down on one guy while her impressive set of knockers, while no match for the real heroine, still looked enticing as they bounced up and down.  The first of the hungers to have hit her was trying to negotiate a similar deal with her and Night Raven found herself slightly tempted.  He was a geeky looking guy and she was willing to bet he was an accountant weenie, but he wasn't anywhere near the worst looking guy she had been forced to bang during her adventures.  She suspected the stimulation from the night's activities at the strip club, the theatre and again here were doing a number on her Aphrodite gene and her judgement.  Night Raven put the guy off as she pleaded the need to use the washroom and then slipped away in the shadows to her bike where she donned her spare uniform and rode off, but not before finding another folded piece of paper that had been stuffed into the envelope with the money.

"The factory gives you two more letters.  The plane, the plane, boss!"

Night Raven found an all night coffee shop, where she got a few odd looks from the girl working the counter, but ignored them and found a corner table where she could lay out all the clues and think.  Supposedly, she had gotten two letters each from the three places she had been.  Well, the first one was the Bronze Dragon, but BD didn't seem too promising as she couldn't think of any words that started that way.  Maybe BR?  Yes, that was more promising.  Next was the Horny Owl theatre which again seemed to lead to a dead end as BRHO didn't work.  Night Raven frowned, replaying her conversation with the security geezer.  He had used the term ID more than was surely required as if giving her a hint.  If that was the case then BRID were the first four letters.  The last two letters were supposed to come from the factory, so probably not BA from Bambi.  What did she know about the factory??  It had once been a GE facility according to the plaque she had found.  Well son of a bitch, BRIDGE.  One of the many bridges in Delta City?  Night Raven stared at the last piece of paper.  That last bit was from the opening of Fantasy Island.  Well BRIDGE FANTASY didn't seem likely, but BRIDGE ISLAND certainly did.  Everyone had heard about Bridge Island, the home of the late Skylar Bridge of Bridge Electronics.  It had been all over the news when he was accused of several murders and how he had skipped bail to his island which had been in international waters and out of bounds for law enforcement.  Someone had taken the law into their own hands and blown up Bridge's mansion.  News reports had said it was a natural gas leak or something like that, but Night Raven hadn't believed that explanation at the time.  In fact, she had a pretty good idea of who had done the blowing up, but had considered the act a public service and kept her mouth shut.

* * *

Night Raven hauled the small motorboat ashore on the beach end of Bridge Island just as the sun was coming up to a magnificent display of dawn.  The smart thing to do might have been to get some sleep, but she was too worked up to think about sleeping.  She could feel her Aphrodite gene thrumming inside her body and she needed to know the answer to those clippings.  She was an only child, so the Barbara Borden in the picture had to be a phony.  Hell, the picture itself had to be a phony as there could never have been such a newspaper clipping.  The only thing was that at the same time, there was something tantalizingly familiar about it all which was just damn impossible

The beach had been empty when Night Raven landed, but now a dark haired man appeared out of a group of trees and met her halfway across the beach.

"I take it you are the one who has been sending me the clues," said Night Raven with a scowl.

"Of course," replied the man as he moved closer with a large smile on his face while his eyes roamed up and down Night Raven's body appreciatively.

"Just who are you and why would you do such a sick thing?" demanded Night Raven as the man stopped immediately in front of her.

"My name is Prax," replied the man as he reached out a hand to run a finger gently over Night Raven's chin.  The heroine took a step backwards and glared at him which made him chuckle.  "As touchy as I remember and as beautiful."

"what the hell are you talking about?" cried Night Raven.  "I have never laid eyes on you before."

"No, you wouldn't remember," agreed Prax who could sense the acute sexual tension he had created running through the heroine's body and that along with her burning need to know about the pictures he had sent her made her increasingly susceptible to his voice.  "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 …," whispered Night Raven who felt suddenly confused as images of her making love to this stranger flashed through her brain.  She could feel her pussy getting wet and the pent up lust she had repressed all day trying to surface.  Without conscious thought, her fingers began undoing the strings that held her top in place.  It fell to the sand and her DD breasts were exposed to both the man and the peeking dawn sun.

"We never …, never before," went on the confused heroine even as Prax stepped forward and took one of her breasts in each hand and began to gently manipulate them with his thumbs rubbing over her nipples.

"But we did," replied Prax who could feel her resistance turning into vapour and blowing away on the gentle morning breeze that caressed the beach.  "You were not called Night Raven then or Lydia either."  There was a gasp of surprise from Night Raven, but still she made no move to back away from the man's caresses.  "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," insisted Night Raven who gave a small moan of pleasure as the man continued to fondle her sensitive breasts and nipples.

"It is now, I suppose," replied Prax as he removed his hands from Night Raven's breasts and began to tug her bottoms down.  The heroine made no move to resist as her shaved pussy came into view and she stepped out of her bottoms as if mesmerized.  The early morning rays of the sun glistened on the wetness of Night Raven's netherlips.

"I don't understand," cried Night Raven and then she whimpered softly as Prax's hands gently caressed her labia.

"There is a device below Delta City," said Prax as he slipped a finger inside Night Raven's pussy which caused the blonde to throw her head back and moan again.  "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."  Prax paused to add a second finger to his assault on Night Raven's pussy.

"That, that's crazy," moaned Night Raven.  "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."  Night Raven paused for a moment and then added, "eventually," since she could not deny there had been at least some temporary setbacks that she could recall."

You have been and they have been s well," disagreed Prax.  "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," replied Prax as he now gently pressed on Night Raven's head and she fell to her knees in front of him.  "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."

Night Raven briefly looked up into the man's eyes and then her gaze returned to the bulge in his pants, mere inches from her face.  She found her fingers were already undoing his belt before she could give them orders to do so.  She was now only vaguely aware of him speaking and his explanation as her lust grew.  She freed his large cock from its imprisonment and ran her tongue over the large, spongy head lovingly.

Prax knew there was no real need to continue his exposition, but he felt he owed it to the woman to finish.  "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." 

It seemed to Night Raven that the words were coming from a great distance and that they were small and unimportant.  What was important was the wonderful cock in her hands and now in her mouth as she opened her lips wide to engulf it.

"There may be some minor genetic differences," breathed Prax as he ran his hands gently through Night Raven's silken blonde hair and felt his cock slide deeper into her mouth until it popped into her throat.  "Ahhhhh," he moaned and it took him a few moments to gather his thoughts enough to finish his story.  "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."  Prax began to move his hips now, fucking Night Raven's mouth with long, slow strokes.  Looking down, he saw the heroine's eyes glazed over and knew she would not remember a word he had told her.

Night Raven heard Prax stop speaking, unsure already of what he had been talking about.  All she found room to care about at the moment was how fucking horny she was and how much she needed his cock to satisfy her.  She felt and heard his balls slap against her chin while she pressed her tongue tightly against his shaft and tasted his precum as it leaked into her mouth.  She swallowed that precum and looked forward to the real thing which she sensed was not far away now as Prax's moans had increased in intensity and frequency.  Night Raven felt him grip the sides of her head hard in his hands and hold his cock deep in her throat as he came, sending massive amounts of warm, thick cum into her stomach.

Prax came and came, but his cock was still hard when he finally slipped it from between Night Raven's soft lips and looked down to see cum bubble from her mouth and drip onto her heaving tits.  "Turn around," he commanded the blonde, "I want to take you from behind the first time."

Night Raven heard the "first time", smiled and quickly hurried to comply.  She had totally forgotten what had brought her to the island, but she new she wanted more of that cock.  She wanted to feel it inside her, filling and stretching her cunt.  That was precisely what Prax did as he grasped her shoulders to steady her, lined up his cock against her dripping slit and shoved it in.  Night Raven was so wet, the cock slipped inside her easily with just a slight squishing sound.

"Oh Goddess, yes fuck me," gasped Night Raven as she felt every delicious inch of the huge cock slide inside her.

Prax didn't have to be told twice, indeed he didn't have to be told once as he began to rapidly pump his cock in and out of the willing blonde.  Now it was her shapely, round ass that his balls banged against as the imp thrust in and out of the heroine.  The sun was fully up now and the sand warm under them as he fucked Night Raven with long, powerful strokes.  Prax put off cumming as long as he could, but finally he couldn't hold it back any longer. The imp threw back his head and screamed to the world  

"That's twice lover, but I want more and so do you," smirked Night Raven when Prax slid his cock from her pussy and stood there panting, his cock still fully erect.

"You do have one more hole for me to sample in this first round," growled Prax as he moved his cock to position it at Night Raven's anus.

"I like the sound of that," replied Night Raven "both the location and the sentiment for more fun to come."

"So do I," grinned Prax and rammed his cock home into Night Raven's ass.

* * *

Night Raven woke up some hours later.  She was naked with cum covering her body and dripping from all her holes.  It took a while to remember where she was as she spotted her discarded costume nearby on the sand and the small boat she had come in.  For the life of her, she could not remember why she had come to this island.  It was obvious from her condition what she had been doing, but she had no memory of who and why.  After a few minutes of trying to remember and failing, Night Raven crawled over to her costume and put it on.  Standing up, she pulled her cell phone out of its waterproof pouch and frowned at it.  The voice recorder seemed to have been running.  Had she done that?  She pressed a button to listen to what had been recorded.

"I take it you are the one who has been sending me the clues,"

Night Raven recognized her own voice and then she sat listening in shock to what followed.


The End